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Shellie and Mage have more fun with the Soviet. <3 [WARNING: EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT. Also, weird formatting on this one, sorry.]
meatysoviet (4:39:15 PM): Fine, go see Nik- little pussy that HE is
meatysoviet (4:39:27 PM): Soviet will just... not brood over there
meatysoviet (4:39:33 PM): ASSHOLE
icy_embers (4:39:38 PM): Icy: You look so sad, Soviet~
meatysoviet (4:40:28 PM): *He's not talking to you- you go see your little friend that can't even
take a eye-fuck*
meatysoviet (4:40:48 PM): */not broodbroodbrood*
icy_embers (4:41:12 PM): *He doesn't know about that, and it'd be best if he never finds out since
Mage isn't quite that sadistic.HOWEVER*
icy_embers (4:41:47 PM): Oh, I see~ Soviet is jealous, da? *chuckle* Is that it?
meatysoviet (4:44:43 PM): *Pfft Soviet obviously overestimates you... oh yeah and silent treatment
is still happening, kinda* Of course not- you can do whatever the hell you want *Glares*
icy_embers (4:47:06 PM): *Smiiiiiirk, oh silly Soviet <3* I see~ So you're not jealous, da? If that's
the case, since the boy isn't a cooperative meal I think I will go find her and go back to my room
alone, da? *smilesmile*
meatysoviet (4:48:44 PM): ... *Turns a little from his brood to watch the other- must not appear
interested, must not appear interested*
icy_embers (4:50:31 PM): Is not like I cannot feed her myself~ I even got new jewelry, da? *:>*
meatysoviet (4:52:23 PM): ... *...FFFF METAL+TENTACLES+.... /interest peaked*
icy_embers (4:55:30 PM): *orly~?* Mmh, it's too bad Alfred or... someone... isn't around to help~ she
asks so much from only one, da? Sometimes when she's done I can't do anything for days if she was
really hungry~ *has he mentioned he's a vulgar sort of person?*
meatysoviet (4:59:04 PM): ... *FFF vunerability want, want waaaa- wait, must not give in, not just
yet /pride* Then go use one-eyed wonder... hopefully your monster will swallow him whole
icy_embers (5:04:31 PM): Mm, maybe~ But I don't think she's interested in him, da? Too small, too
unsatisfying. *smilesmile*
meatysoviet (5:13:12 PM): ......... *His interest is obviously peaked, but it feels odd admitting
that he would enjoy 'feeding' that... thing again*
icy_embers (5:13:44 PM): *But it feels so gooood. What's weird about that? <3*
icy_embers (5:14:15 PM): Well, think I will just go collect her now~ Though, my room is kind of far...
perhaps I will find room nearby, da~?
meatysoviet (5:17:01 PM): *because its usually something that doesn't happen twice and your not
meant to enjoy it* Hmph. Do what you want... *He'll leave it at that before getting up and moving
back to his room, hoever, there's an obvious glance before heading inside, and the door is obviusly
not quite closed. He'll be sad if you don't come in, but he's not quite willing to ask juuuust yet*
icy_embers (5:23:32 PM): *The Mage watches him stalk away, smirking, and goes to retrieve his pet,
ignoring her current not-quite-victim and squishing her to his chest, cooing at her and striding away
down the hall to choose a room. What to do, what to do~ He could always claim he didn't know it was
the Soviet's room, should he choose that... but then again... <3 He selects the room next to the
Soviet's and leaves the door juuuust slightly ajar, in case a nosy neighbor hears and wants to come
investigate first the zipping and snapping, then the completely unabashed groans coming from next
door as the Mage replaces his old jewelry and removes his coat and boots, remaining in his pants and
gloves just because.*
icy_embers (5:29:15 PM): *When (not if, he knows better than that, Soviet~) his erstwhile neighbor
should choose to arrive things are much the same as they were the last time this happened, the Mage
happily letting his familiar play with his piercings, all of which are now a tinny, bright silverblue
color etched with little markings, and whatever they do, it's making him behave even more shamelessly
than he usually does*
meatysoviet (5:35:24 PM): He can't help himself, finally swallowing down enough of his pride enough
to look into the room beside his own, taking a few steps inside to get a closer look. His footfalls
are surprisingly quiet given his size, and he closes the door, admittedly wanting little more than
having to share this view with anyone other than those who kept their eyes on the cameras. He wasn't
entirely sure why he felt so inclined to the other, or his pet, but he did and it gave him a service
no one else had been able to provide. He'd watch for now though, as Shellie was otherwise occupied,
for now at least.
meatysoviet (5:38:38 PM): It was at that point, through watch the other shamelessly enjoy himself
(like you can talk soviet) that he noticed the change in the piercings, noting the colour change- he
had to admit the other was far more unabashed than last time, and he could see little else that was
different, other than perhaps the other was hornier than he was before, which in itself may have been
something rather natural. "New piercings I see..." His tone was almost conversational- afterall, this
wasn't the first time he'd watch sexual encounters take place, regardless of this one being slightly
more bizarre "Or what is in them at least is different."
icy_embers (5:48:12 PM): A little shudder works its way up the mage's spine when the other Russian
enters the room, though he doesn't open his eyes to look at him until he starts talking, his eyes
opening halfway. Still, it takes him a long moment to answer as he takes a breath and then lets it
leave again with another shudder when the tentacle wrapped around him starts touching the heavy
Prince Albert piercing crowning the ladder stretching up his length. He smiles when he gets his
breath back, voice thicker and lower than usual. "Ngh... da~ I made them."
meatysoviet (5:57:32 PM): "Made them?" He raised a brow, the others change from his usual pitch not
all that much of a surprise considering the monster around his groin was getting its fill- the fact
he made them himself was interesting, because he seemed to do little for no reason, or just
decoration... there had to be a reason for them, especially for the colour- considering the rest of
the other man's ensemble they seemed rather bright in comparison. He looked away for a moment,
swallowing down the lump in his throat that had risen up, mostly because he wasn't entirely sure what
had made it rise there in the first place.
meatysoviet (5:58:47 PM): He carried on his question, trying to keep the conversation casual, there
was no reason to make it otherwise "I doubt they are just for decoration, considering your cries are
most likely audible along the entire hallway."
icy_embers (6:09:32 PM): He chuckles at the Soviet's continued attempts at pseudo-normal conversation,
though the sound is throaty and interspersed with groans, his leatherclad fingers trying to dig down
into the tabletop behind him while he leans back a little. "Mh, that's because they aren't, daa?" He
replies at length, toes curling a little while Shellie's tentacle thickens to wrap around all of him
and squeeze, momentarily left voiceless. "Sssshe doesn't put out enough h-heat to be warm herself,
da? T-these get hot when they touch her, though.♥" Which would do a lot to explain the state he's in,
with the hot piercings and cold goo wrapped around him at once.
meatysoviet (6:15:15 PM): That... sounded interesting, if he was honest- afterall, she'd been pretty
cold when she'd fucked him also- however, unlike her owner, he half ingested her by that point, and
apart from small flashes he could barely remember anything other than the heat of just wanting to be
fucked. He was slightly more composed this time, the fact the other was't leading him around by the
nose helping with that immensely. It would be easy, so easy to make this interesting- some breathplay
maybe- who knew how the other man would react to the addition of a limited air supply... and he had
the nessacary equipment in his room- or perhaps injury? The cock was occupied, and he wasn't exactly
sure how the other took to being taken... However, it would be hard to make some more holes that were
worth fucking, if only for the glory of it...
meatysoviet (6:18:18 PM): His thoughts however were merely that- thoughts. At the moment he had no
idea of the power this man had- he could perform magic, the sort Kiku and Alfred used in their
pathetic little 'computer games'... he was risking himself over a quick fuck, even if the idea of
doing it was arousing just by itself. He pulled at his hemline slightly, continuing to watch for now,
thankful as the time passed that he'd neglected to bring a firearm- the urge to make a mark on the
other was growing by the second.
icy_embers (6:24:14 PM): As amiable as the Mage tends to be, an assault would end very badly for the
Soviet-- it isn't as though Shellie would sit back and let someone hurt her master, especially if he
didn't like it, and Ivan himself is no pushover. Unaware as he is of the Soviet's thoughts, though,
Ivan is still enjoying himself immensely, the noises he's making growing more and more breathless and
gruff by the second until he's sinking back on his elbows with a drawn-out shudder to watch himself
orgasm though his spend disappears almost right away inside Shellie as she draws it into her main
body and breaks it down.
meatysoviet (6:37:32 PM): There is a reason Soviet wasn't going to do that and that's mostly because
he's not quite as dumb as he looks. He watched as the other came, though there was little to see, the
creature taking into himself quickly watching the other for a few moments before his gaze shifted to
the creature still latched onto the others groin feeling a slight tinge of dissapointment, but he had
no one to blame but himself for missing his chance and heck, there was still masterbation. He'd been
turned on, but not nearly enough to act on his impulses.
icy_embers (6:40:30 PM): Silly Soviet, did you think she was done? The creature in question makes a
soft bell-like noise and extends a second tentacle to hook demandingly in the waist of his still-
attached (if open) pants while the Mage blinks the stars out of his eyes and glances at the other
man, pulling his gloves off slowly. "Are you just going to stick around and watch all day? Should I
be selling tickets, ne?"
meatysoviet (6:59:05 PM): He gave a sharp intake of breath when he felt a familiar sensation start
by his hip, moving away from the creature's prying tentacles for a moment, more out of instinct than
actual wanting to do so. He gave little but a snort to the others question, shooting him little more
than a dirty look "I'm sure it would have sold well." He moved to fold his arms, but then decided
against it in case of demanding little tendrils "You gave a loud enough advertisement."
icy_embers (7:03:10 PM): The Mage shrugs languidly and licks his lips, setting his gloves aside on the
table. "Probably~ Unfortunately, I don't need money here, da?" he chuckles. "Maybe when I go back
I'll keep it in mind~ So are you going to sit around and watch all day?" he inquires, licking a
little of the tentacle's bitter liquid off his forearm. "Not that I care~ but I don't see what you
hope to gain from it if you're not going to do anything, da?"
meatysoviet (7:13:46 PM): "It wasn't as if I was going to down an obvious invitation..." True, he
was a pot calling a kettle black, and he was more than sure the other knew that to be so, but it
still didn't stop, but something just didn't sit right with him coming to someone else for sex-
people came to him, or he did it himself, or he got overly drunk and couldn't remember how it had
gotten to that situation in the first place- either way, him asking for it rarely happened... and
never asking if their pet could do it... Still, it was something he was going to have to come to
grips with, considering the fact he was more than likely going to be seeking both the mage and his
creature out in the future regardless of his feelings... However the other's apparent lack of care
riled him in the opposite direction.
meatysoviet (7:15:02 PM): Now he was stuck, half wanting to storm out of the room and just get it
over with for himself and be done with the whole process, or just swallow his pride, let the goopile
do it's thing and actually enjoy the process. He was on the knife's edge, and the creature pooled at
its master's feet was not making it any easier.
icy_embers (7:19:39 PM): "If you want to hang around and just watch..." he grins a little and nudges
the pile of slick,cool goo at his feet with his toes while she sort of sloshes around in place,
waiting impatiently, still hungry but knowing better than to just take without asking (or at least
without her master's permission.) "But that sounds unsatisfying to me, da~? It's up to you~"
meatysoviet (7:31:25 PM): He stood for a moment before grudging moving his hands away from his belt,
hoping the sign that he was actually giving his okay to this was obvious enough- it wasnt as if he
was going to say it, at least that way he could retain something akin to dignity from the whole
experience. He felt heat hit his cheeks, diverting his gaze before the small mutter of 'fine' was
audible. It was quite obvious what was fine and just hoped the other would act on it already, or at
least let the creture get to work.
meatysoviet (7:35:21 PM): He waited for a few more seconds, exhaling before starting to undo his
belt, trying his best not to make eyecontact, the sound that left him one of obvious agitation.
icy_embers (7:39:11 PM): The Mage's smile widens watching the Soviet slowly, painfully discard bits of
his dignity, waiting for the belt to be all the way over before he nudges Shellie again as a sign to
get moving, a ropy tentacle extending right away to curl around his waist and walk him a little
closer, the end folding into a pincir to work open his pants and then slide slickly inside.
meatysoviet (4:39:15 PM): Fine, go see Nik- little pussy that HE is
meatysoviet (4:39:27 PM): Soviet will just... not brood over there
meatysoviet (4:39:33 PM): ASSHOLE
icy_embers (4:39:38 PM): Icy: You look so sad, Soviet~
meatysoviet (4:40:28 PM): *He's not talking to you- you go see your little friend that can't even
take a eye-fuck*
meatysoviet (4:40:48 PM): */not broodbroodbrood*
icy_embers (4:41:12 PM): *He doesn't know about that, and it'd be best if he never finds out since
Mage isn't quite that sadistic.HOWEVER*
icy_embers (4:41:47 PM): Oh, I see~ Soviet is jealous, da? *chuckle* Is that it?
meatysoviet (4:44:43 PM): *Pfft Soviet obviously overestimates you... oh yeah and silent treatment
is still happening, kinda* Of course not- you can do whatever the hell you want *Glares*
icy_embers (4:47:06 PM): *Smiiiiiirk, oh silly Soviet <3* I see~ So you're not jealous, da? If that's
the case, since the boy isn't a cooperative meal I think I will go find her and go back to my room
alone, da? *smilesmile*
meatysoviet (4:48:44 PM): ... *Turns a little from his brood to watch the other- must not appear
interested, must not appear interested*
icy_embers (4:50:31 PM): Is not like I cannot feed her myself~ I even got new jewelry, da? *:>*
meatysoviet (4:52:23 PM): ... *...FFFF METAL+TENTACLES+.... /interest peaked*
icy_embers (4:55:30 PM): *orly~?* Mmh, it's too bad Alfred or... someone... isn't around to help~ she
asks so much from only one, da? Sometimes when she's done I can't do anything for days if she was
really hungry~ *has he mentioned he's a vulgar sort of person?*
meatysoviet (4:59:04 PM): ... *FFF vunerability want, want waaaa- wait, must not give in, not just
yet /pride* Then go use one-eyed wonder... hopefully your monster will swallow him whole
icy_embers (5:04:31 PM): Mm, maybe~ But I don't think she's interested in him, da? Too small, too
unsatisfying. *smilesmile*
meatysoviet (5:13:12 PM): ......... *His interest is obviously peaked, but it feels odd admitting
that he would enjoy 'feeding' that... thing again*
icy_embers (5:13:44 PM): *But it feels so gooood. What's weird about that? <3*
icy_embers (5:14:15 PM): Well, think I will just go collect her now~ Though, my room is kind of far...
perhaps I will find room nearby, da~?
meatysoviet (5:17:01 PM): *because its usually something that doesn't happen twice and your not
meant to enjoy it* Hmph. Do what you want... *He'll leave it at that before getting up and moving
back to his room, hoever, there's an obvious glance before heading inside, and the door is obviusly
not quite closed. He'll be sad if you don't come in, but he's not quite willing to ask juuuust yet*
icy_embers (5:23:32 PM): *The Mage watches him stalk away, smirking, and goes to retrieve his pet,
ignoring her current not-quite-victim and squishing her to his chest, cooing at her and striding away
down the hall to choose a room. What to do, what to do~ He could always claim he didn't know it was
the Soviet's room, should he choose that... but then again... <3 He selects the room next to the
Soviet's and leaves the door juuuust slightly ajar, in case a nosy neighbor hears and wants to come
investigate first the zipping and snapping, then the completely unabashed groans coming from next
door as the Mage replaces his old jewelry and removes his coat and boots, remaining in his pants and
gloves just because.*
icy_embers (5:29:15 PM): *When (not if, he knows better than that, Soviet~) his erstwhile neighbor
should choose to arrive things are much the same as they were the last time this happened, the Mage
happily letting his familiar play with his piercings, all of which are now a tinny, bright silverblue
color etched with little markings, and whatever they do, it's making him behave even more shamelessly
than he usually does*
meatysoviet (5:35:24 PM): He can't help himself, finally swallowing down enough of his pride enough
to look into the room beside his own, taking a few steps inside to get a closer look. His footfalls
are surprisingly quiet given his size, and he closes the door, admittedly wanting little more than
having to share this view with anyone other than those who kept their eyes on the cameras. He wasn't
entirely sure why he felt so inclined to the other, or his pet, but he did and it gave him a service
no one else had been able to provide. He'd watch for now though, as Shellie was otherwise occupied,
for now at least.
meatysoviet (5:38:38 PM): It was at that point, through watch the other shamelessly enjoy himself
(like you can talk soviet) that he noticed the change in the piercings, noting the colour change- he
had to admit the other was far more unabashed than last time, and he could see little else that was
different, other than perhaps the other was hornier than he was before, which in itself may have been
something rather natural. "New piercings I see..." His tone was almost conversational- afterall, this
wasn't the first time he'd watch sexual encounters take place, regardless of this one being slightly
more bizarre "Or what is in them at least is different."
icy_embers (5:48:12 PM): A little shudder works its way up the mage's spine when the other Russian
enters the room, though he doesn't open his eyes to look at him until he starts talking, his eyes
opening halfway. Still, it takes him a long moment to answer as he takes a breath and then lets it
leave again with another shudder when the tentacle wrapped around him starts touching the heavy
Prince Albert piercing crowning the ladder stretching up his length. He smiles when he gets his
breath back, voice thicker and lower than usual. "Ngh... da~ I made them."
meatysoviet (5:57:32 PM): "Made them?" He raised a brow, the others change from his usual pitch not
all that much of a surprise considering the monster around his groin was getting its fill- the fact
he made them himself was interesting, because he seemed to do little for no reason, or just
decoration... there had to be a reason for them, especially for the colour- considering the rest of
the other man's ensemble they seemed rather bright in comparison. He looked away for a moment,
swallowing down the lump in his throat that had risen up, mostly because he wasn't entirely sure what
had made it rise there in the first place.
meatysoviet (5:58:47 PM): He carried on his question, trying to keep the conversation casual, there
was no reason to make it otherwise "I doubt they are just for decoration, considering your cries are
most likely audible along the entire hallway."
icy_embers (6:09:32 PM): He chuckles at the Soviet's continued attempts at pseudo-normal conversation,
though the sound is throaty and interspersed with groans, his leatherclad fingers trying to dig down
into the tabletop behind him while he leans back a little. "Mh, that's because they aren't, daa?" He
replies at length, toes curling a little while Shellie's tentacle thickens to wrap around all of him
and squeeze, momentarily left voiceless. "Sssshe doesn't put out enough h-heat to be warm herself,
da? T-these get hot when they touch her, though.♥" Which would do a lot to explain the state he's in,
with the hot piercings and cold goo wrapped around him at once.
meatysoviet (6:15:15 PM): That... sounded interesting, if he was honest- afterall, she'd been pretty
cold when she'd fucked him also- however, unlike her owner, he half ingested her by that point, and
apart from small flashes he could barely remember anything other than the heat of just wanting to be
fucked. He was slightly more composed this time, the fact the other was't leading him around by the
nose helping with that immensely. It would be easy, so easy to make this interesting- some breathplay
maybe- who knew how the other man would react to the addition of a limited air supply... and he had
the nessacary equipment in his room- or perhaps injury? The cock was occupied, and he wasn't exactly
sure how the other took to being taken... However, it would be hard to make some more holes that were
worth fucking, if only for the glory of it...
meatysoviet (6:18:18 PM): His thoughts however were merely that- thoughts. At the moment he had no
idea of the power this man had- he could perform magic, the sort Kiku and Alfred used in their
pathetic little 'computer games'... he was risking himself over a quick fuck, even if the idea of
doing it was arousing just by itself. He pulled at his hemline slightly, continuing to watch for now,
thankful as the time passed that he'd neglected to bring a firearm- the urge to make a mark on the
other was growing by the second.
icy_embers (6:24:14 PM): As amiable as the Mage tends to be, an assault would end very badly for the
Soviet-- it isn't as though Shellie would sit back and let someone hurt her master, especially if he
didn't like it, and Ivan himself is no pushover. Unaware as he is of the Soviet's thoughts, though,
Ivan is still enjoying himself immensely, the noises he's making growing more and more breathless and
gruff by the second until he's sinking back on his elbows with a drawn-out shudder to watch himself
orgasm though his spend disappears almost right away inside Shellie as she draws it into her main
body and breaks it down.
meatysoviet (6:37:32 PM): There is a reason Soviet wasn't going to do that and that's mostly because
he's not quite as dumb as he looks. He watched as the other came, though there was little to see, the
creature taking into himself quickly watching the other for a few moments before his gaze shifted to
the creature still latched onto the others groin feeling a slight tinge of dissapointment, but he had
no one to blame but himself for missing his chance and heck, there was still masterbation. He'd been
turned on, but not nearly enough to act on his impulses.
icy_embers (6:40:30 PM): Silly Soviet, did you think she was done? The creature in question makes a
soft bell-like noise and extends a second tentacle to hook demandingly in the waist of his still-
attached (if open) pants while the Mage blinks the stars out of his eyes and glances at the other
man, pulling his gloves off slowly. "Are you just going to stick around and watch all day? Should I
be selling tickets, ne?"
meatysoviet (6:59:05 PM): He gave a sharp intake of breath when he felt a familiar sensation start
by his hip, moving away from the creature's prying tentacles for a moment, more out of instinct than
actual wanting to do so. He gave little but a snort to the others question, shooting him little more
than a dirty look "I'm sure it would have sold well." He moved to fold his arms, but then decided
against it in case of demanding little tendrils "You gave a loud enough advertisement."
icy_embers (7:03:10 PM): The Mage shrugs languidly and licks his lips, setting his gloves aside on the
table. "Probably~ Unfortunately, I don't need money here, da?" he chuckles. "Maybe when I go back
I'll keep it in mind~ So are you going to sit around and watch all day?" he inquires, licking a
little of the tentacle's bitter liquid off his forearm. "Not that I care~ but I don't see what you
hope to gain from it if you're not going to do anything, da?"
meatysoviet (7:13:46 PM): "It wasn't as if I was going to down an obvious invitation..." True, he
was a pot calling a kettle black, and he was more than sure the other knew that to be so, but it
still didn't stop, but something just didn't sit right with him coming to someone else for sex-
people came to him, or he did it himself, or he got overly drunk and couldn't remember how it had
gotten to that situation in the first place- either way, him asking for it rarely happened... and
never asking if their pet could do it... Still, it was something he was going to have to come to
grips with, considering the fact he was more than likely going to be seeking both the mage and his
creature out in the future regardless of his feelings... However the other's apparent lack of care
riled him in the opposite direction.
meatysoviet (7:15:02 PM): Now he was stuck, half wanting to storm out of the room and just get it
over with for himself and be done with the whole process, or just swallow his pride, let the goopile
do it's thing and actually enjoy the process. He was on the knife's edge, and the creature pooled at
its master's feet was not making it any easier.
icy_embers (7:19:39 PM): "If you want to hang around and just watch..." he grins a little and nudges
the pile of slick,cool goo at his feet with his toes while she sort of sloshes around in place,
waiting impatiently, still hungry but knowing better than to just take without asking (or at least
without her master's permission.) "But that sounds unsatisfying to me, da~? It's up to you~"
meatysoviet (7:31:25 PM): He stood for a moment before grudging moving his hands away from his belt,
hoping the sign that he was actually giving his okay to this was obvious enough- it wasnt as if he
was going to say it, at least that way he could retain something akin to dignity from the whole
experience. He felt heat hit his cheeks, diverting his gaze before the small mutter of 'fine' was
audible. It was quite obvious what was fine and just hoped the other would act on it already, or at
least let the creture get to work.
meatysoviet (7:35:21 PM): He waited for a few more seconds, exhaling before starting to undo his
belt, trying his best not to make eyecontact, the sound that left him one of obvious agitation.
icy_embers (7:39:11 PM): The Mage's smile widens watching the Soviet slowly, painfully discard bits of
his dignity, waiting for the belt to be all the way over before he nudges Shellie again as a sign to
get moving, a ropy tentacle extending right away to curl around his waist and walk him a little
closer, the end folding into a pincir to work open his pants and then slide slickly inside.