taciturnClown (TBCSTUCK)

1N84 F1537H35

#ii-mituna-captor-ii #messages

1N84 F1537H35

#ii-mituna-captor-ii #messages

Sunny side up

Kurloz was right to think that Mituna didn’t like having his horns touched. In fact he outright hated it, it did nothing for him and any slight throbs his sore nook might have been given in excitement died away instantly. The pinching, rubbing motions just made his head feel like a fuzz of white noise was drowning out anything and everything. All sound, all smell, all taste or pleasure he could’ve gotten. Just a horrible, dull fuzz that made him drool stupidly against the mute’s nook as he slid his tongue against the wet folds.

With his bruises swelling and his head checked out, Mituna was running on a strange sort of auto pilot as he lapped like an obedient bark-beast, keeping his tongue moving at a repetitive pace. His hands made no move to touch the other and he occasionally stuffed the forked appendage down into the slightly inflamed hole. Over and over he moved his lingual muscle as Kurloz kept those hips rocking, making it easier for Mituna to serve him how he wanted.

Not that Mituna had a damn choice in the matter when he was gripped by the horns and with a nook being shoved right against his bloody lips, making them sting horribly even through the static that plagued his glitching mind. Fuck Mituna couldn’t think at all, he was just a vacant body dumbly lapping at his master’s slit at the moment as he dribbled pathetically against Kurloz’s nook.

#ii-mituna-captor-ii #sunny side up

How proud the mime was that Mituna didn't move to struggle or resist against the touch to his horns. Kurloz was, in fact, pleased by the yellowblood's reaction, his complete obedience without him even having to use the voodoos. He could feel the static drowning his little lover's thinkpan, could feel how the smallest carnal urges left Mituna and were replaced with nothing but the instinct to act and obey.

Kurloz continued his ministrations to Mituna's horns, giving them a yank now and again to get that forked tongue back inside him. His nook fluttered at the attentions and his bulge waved about in neglect, searching for friction against the smaller troll's face. The poor motherfucker's face was wet all over with the highblood's bulge and nook dribbling all over his face along with the saliva dripping down his chin.

Mituna was nothing more than a fucktoy for Kurloz in this moment, a warm body that served to please the mute without any mind or will of his own until Kurloz was done with him. The mime ground his nook against Mituna's face, fucking himself on that hot tongue while his bulge managed to wrap around one of the yellowblood's horns. The purple tendril pulled tight and pulsed against the other's horn every time Kurloz brought his hips down, wringing out more prematerial out of the long appendage and coating the fluffy hair around the horn.

It took only a few more moments before Kurloz finally reached his peak, cumming slow and easy as compared to the explosive orgasms he had had earlier due to his heat. He let out a shuddering sigh as his nook overflowed and his bulge spurted the last bit of material Kurloz had to offer, body tensing and relaxing rhythmically. When he looked down at the yellowblood between his legs, Kurloz smiled softly at the sight. Such a gorgeous mess he made of Mituna.

Releasing his hold on Mituna's horns and his bulge finally retreating back into his sheath, Kurloz pulled the yellowblood up from the floor and into his lap. He pushed his fingers though his lover's cum-matted hair and wiped away any fluids away from his eyes. :I LOVE YOU, MOTHERFUCKER: the mime spoke into the other's mind as if he hadn't just beat the poor troll then used his face for a bucket.

caligulasoverseer

THE MOTHERFUCKIN BEST, HUH?

arent you that fuckin clowwn that snuck into my room

caligulasoverseer

you ARE that fuckin clowwn

of course

#caligulasoverseer #messages

caligulasoverseer

THE MOTHERFUCKIN BEST, HUH?

arent you that fuckin clowwn that snuck into my room

#caligulasoverseer #messages

tbc-ai

I HAVE COMPLETED C2014

Your Account Has BeeN Updated.

I Have Noticed You Are One Of The Masters WhoM Has Residency WitH Their Slave.

[calculating Length Of Residency/fluid+blood Output….]

However I Do Not See A Single Blood Donation From You And Your Material Output Is Frankly Pathetic.

This Is Your One And Only Warning About The Matter.

Improve Or Be Punished.

MOTHERFUCKIN UNDERSTOOD

#tbc-ai

ITS ALL OVER MOTHERFUCKERS! GERMANY WON, SHIT YEAH

MOTHERFUCKIN FINALLY! GERMANY UP IN THIS BITCH!

EXTRA TIME. SOME MOTHERFUCKER BETTER SCORE

THE FINAL MOTHERFUCKIN MATCH!

Sunny side up

Curled up on the floor, Mituna’s sweaty, shaking form was still leaking cum as he snivvled and whimpered from the beating he’d just received. Pain was nothing he couldn’t handle considering the awful jerks and twitches his body convulsed with every day, however this was so different. Kurloz’s hits had been calculated, purposeful and filled with..well fuck he didn’t know. His damn pan was spinning and he felt like he wanted to throw up as his mouth tasted the tang of blood from his split lip.

“Th….s….Th….ttttttttthh….th…o…rr………thoorryy….” If his lisp had been bad before, it was outright awful now as the gemini quietly trembled out a reply. It was unlikelyy to be what Kurloz wanted to hear but Mituna could never help his apologies, they just spilled out of him whenever he felt guilt, and right now it was pretty plentiful. He had failed his lover spectacularly and pissed him off by the feel of things in his gut. Whatever that weird link they had was, Mituna wasn’t getting a happy feeling from it and as he sat up, he managed to just about figure out where Kurloz had positioned himself.

“Sorrieds….im…fuccc…fff..” He breathed, drooling out blood from his swelling lip as he crawled his way over to where the other was sat. What if Kurloz was still fucking pissed at him? Mituna didn’t really fancy any more bruises, not when his body ached so badly from having the shit kicked into him and the way it was occasionally jerking and twitching now. Hell, he even stumbled a bit as he crawled between his master’s legs and slid out his forked tongue to give a small lick to Kurloz’s thigh.

Mituna didn’t stop there however as he nuzzled against the soft skin, trying to show his apologies in his own odd way by pushing his face between the juggalo’s legs and towards his nook, slipping a few licks to the purple slit that lay leaking between them. “Nn…*lick*.s…sorred..*lick* .im sorried…..*lick*..sorry…”

#ii-mituna-captor-ii #sunny side up

Now, that was more like it.

A pleased, quiet hum left Kurloz as Mituna crawled over to him and babbling apologies. Damn right he was sorry. Motherfucker looked so very battered and exhausted, and still leaking material as well. What a lovely sight.

As Mituna started licking at him, the mime easily spread his legs wider, allowing the yellowblood to get at his nook. The heat had subsided for the most part, but there was still that dull itch under the highblood's skin that welcomed the sweet attentions to his inflamed nook. It was an easy pleasure that washed over him like a slowly rising tide rather than the urgent crash of waves flooding his body with too-much sensations.

:THAT'S MY GOOD MOTHERFUCKER~:

With a wispy moan bubbling over his lips, Kurloz let his head fall back to rest against the back of the sofa, gently pushing his fingers through Mituna's fluffy hair. His claws dragged tenderly over the other's scalp in sweet affections before the mime grabbed at his horns. Kurloz knew Mituna wasn't one for getting his horns touched, but Mituna belonged to him and he would touch him where he wished and how he saw fit.

Smiling down sweetly at the yellowblood, Kurloz tugged Mituna tighter against his crotch, a silent demand for more. The juggalo even rocked his hips against the other's mouth in encouragement, expecting no less than his mate's immediate compliance. Still, just to make things difficult for the poor lowblood, Kurloz pinched at the base of one of the other's horns and rubbed slow and purposefully.

ii am 2orry.

MY MOTHERFUCKIN CONDOLENCES, MY BROTHER. I SHALL SAY A PRAYER IN HONOR OF HIS MIRTHFUL FUCKIN SOUL AND POUR OUT A SWEET ELIXIR IN HIS MEMORY

:O(

#twiinarmageddons #messages #I WILL MISS THAT RIOTOUS MOTHERFUCKER

Deliver

Damara pulled back a bit in surprise as a piece of paper obscured her view, forcing her to squint and refocus her eyes on the object. The aura around her seemed to die down a bit as she read the text, mumbling the words so that she could translate them in her head. Before she had a chance to do anything else, she felt something take a hold of her head, making her gasp out and bring her hands to her temples, closing her eyes hard. Damnit, he was attacking her now. Still, no point in going back against him, that’d just be foolish at the moment.

"I-I not write! I mean, YES, I write. F-Forced!" She bit her lip, the strain on her brain making it harder for her to speak and to her disapproval also made her sound more distressed and weak. Still, she felt that she needed Kurloz to understand her clearly. "Cronus. He threaten. N-N choice. No choice. Had deliver. Not know why. That why I tell you. I send message. A-Afraid." Whatever Cronus had on her it had to be something important, if it was enough to make the rustblood cover in fear. Damara swallowed thickly, breathing hard from this all. This whole scenario had gotten her adrenaline pumping, which also had gotten something else going in her body, but at the moment she would just have to wait for it to be over.

#aiekiasobininmedigo #deliver

Kurloz listened to Damara's plight, his frown morphing into a blank expression. She was forced to write the note by Cronus Ampora, huh? That fishy fucker had actually forced /her/ to do something? The mime had almost disregarded this as another lie but the more he thought about it, the more it started to make sense. Cronus would be the one to fuck with Mituna.

Kurloz had been planning a little something for the seadweller from when he dared to hit his little yellow brother. Now, waiting and watching was out of the picture.

Standing back upright, Kurloz looked down at Damara with an unreadable expression. He kept his hold on her thinkpan as he contemplated what he should do with her, rolling ideas over in his own mind. If she was really forced into doing all this, the mute would be more inclined to let her off with a good scare had he not been so angry. Seeing as that was not the case, the highblood would see to it that he exact a little harshwhimsey on the motherfucker simply for her involvement.

As easy as pulling on a puppet string, Kurloz had Damara stand up from her seat. He could feel her fear, could taste it and reveled in the fact that he was the cause of it. She was afraid, huh? Good. She ought to be afraid of him, for Kurloz was not a nice motherfucker, not a good troll.

:YOU RUN INTO THAT THERE WALL AND YOU WILL NOT CEASE UNTIL YOU'VE KNOCKED YOURSELF THE MOTHERFUCK OUT:

With that, Kurloz tucked the letter back in his pocket and left the block, walking through the halls with his stitched lips curved into a grin once again. He had a certain fish to fry.

Deliver

That's it. She wasn't going to have anymore of this. Earlier she had just been able to sense it, but now the threat was as clear as day. He wanted the truth? Well fine! He'd get it! That jugaloo mime could suck her ow-his own bulge for all she cared!

The aura around her intensified immensely, almost making it seem like she was lit on fire. She snarled, pressing her forehead against Kurloz as she stared into his eyes, daring him to try using his powers on her. He didn't want to tell her what the hell he was talking about, and if so was the case Damara wasn't even going to bother with him. Still, she didn't attack, and instead just stared into those enchanting eyes of his. All she did was showing that if he wanted to push her over the edge and begin a fight, she was more than prepared.

"うん！私はあなたMitunaがあなたの部屋に彼のお尻を蹴らまたは何性交がそこに起こっていたなっていたメッセージを送信した1だった！私は部屋を渡して歩いた。私は音を聞いた。あなたのメッセージを送った。何がそこで起こったことは私のビジネスのどれもありません！[Yes! I was the one who sent you the message that Mituna was in your room getting his ass kicked or whatever the fuck was going on in there! I walked pass the room. I heard noises. Sent you message. What happened in there is none of my business!!!]"

She cried out verbally and mentally, finally admitting it. Damara had sent Kurloz the message that Mituna was making sounds, which was fully true.

Although, not the whole truth. It was rather sneaky actually, especially to someone who could feel her feelings (although it hadn't been her intention, seeing as she wasn't aware of exactly what Kurloz could do) as she could act upon real feelings instead of faking them. A common trick, but not less effective.

#aiekiasobininmedigo #deliver

As Damara's hostile aura flared, so did Kurloz's. He didn't flinch for a second as her forehead pressed against his and she bared her teeth, holding his ground and even pushing back in an effort to convey he was not backing down. A growl even managed to bubble up in his chest and rumble in his throat, the sound seeming to agitate the shadowy atmosphere pulsating around him.

That fucking thick ass accent of hers. Kurloz was so very grateful for his chucklevoodoo at that moment as he was able to catch her meaning through her pan even if he couldn't understand the words spitting out of her mouth. Another benefit was, he could tell what she had said was the truth, but could still sense there was more she wasn't telling. Well, if she wasn't going to tell him...

Kurloz pulled back to reach into his pocket and pulled out the letter, unfolding it and thrusting it into the maroonblood's face. There was no mistaking this was written in her color, but there was something off about the v's and w's. Kurloz wanted to know just what the fuck was going on.

:YOU SENT THIS TO MY BRO. IT MOTHERFUCKIN REEKS OF YOU AND IS EVEN WRITTEN IN YOUR UNPALATABLE COLOR. YOU AIN'T TELLING ME THE WHOLE WICKED TRUTH, MOTHERFUCKER. YOU WONDER WHY THE MOTHERFUCKIN I'M SPITTING IRE AT YOU? THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE IS WHY. YOU'RE FUCKIN AROUND WITH SOMETHING, BUT I DON'T GOT MY KNOW ON AS TO WHAT. AND INVOLVING MY YELLOW BROTHER? THAT SHIT IS THE ONLY REASON AS TO WHY I EVEN GIVE A MOTHERFUCK:

That being said, Kurloz reached right into her thinkpan, seizing her mind in his control and stepped back. His frown lessened as he tugged tight on his puppet strings, demonstrating he could make her do just about anything he wanted with her and to her should she not comply. Hell, he might just do what he wanted anyway.

:ANYTHING YOU WANT TO ITERATE AT ME IN YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN DEFENSE?:

FOUR GOALS IN SUCH A MOTHERFUCKIN SHORT TIME!

#world cup event #world cup live blogging

SHIT, I'M LACKING IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN PUNCTUALITY HERE BUT FUCK YEAH GERMANY SCORED

#world cup event #world cup live blogging

Deliver

The reason for her anger, or well, the one she showed anyways as her schemes had been long burried deep inside of her by undying willpower, was that he had barged into her room, rageful as fuck and then dared accusing her of some petty crime? Whatever it was it probably had been a very delightful scene, but that didn’t matter much to the rustblood. She sent negative vibes back, showing him that they were purely defensive; like hell she wanted to start a fight with a crazed jugaloo. The images in her head only fueled her rage as she squinted at him, slowly baring her teeth.

どのような。されています。あなた。話す。どうですか？[What. Are. You. Talking. About?]

She was well aware of the fact that he was in her head, and that he’d would be able to understand. He better explain himself, she thought, because soon she’d just have to lash out from how he acted. Kurloz was a sensible person though, cold and calculating, and she knew that he wouldn’t snap her just like that. He’d at least try to solve the mess first.

あなたは私の部屋に入ってくる。あなたのスレーブとのクソのために私を非難。私は彼に私の胸の写真を送って、それがすべてです。今私に言う。どのような。。ファック。されています。あなた。話す。どうですか？[You come into my room. You accuse me for fucking with your slave. I sent him a photo of my breasts, that’s all, and you knew about that already. Now tell me. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Talking. About?]

The last word was punctated by one of her slender fingers poking into her chest, her eyes never leaving his face as she spoke. Kurloz was going to have to explain himself. He better.