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Diamond Hunters	By : Worlds_First_Ghost Category: Web Comics > Homestuck Views: 673 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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centaursTesticle [CT] began trolling cuttlefishCuller [CC]
CT: D --> Pardon me, heiress
CC: O)( )(i!
CC: W)(y are you always so formal w)(enever you message me? I )(ave a name, dummy!
CT: D --> Err
CT: D --> Yes, as you say
CT: D --> Regardless, the reason I am messaging you is to ask if you have spoken to Nepeta at all today
CC: Nope! )(aven't )(eard )(ide nor )(air from )(er.
CT: D --> Oh
CT: D --> This is very troubling
CC: W)(y's t)(at? 38?
CT: D --> I had messaged her over an hour ago and I have yet to receive a response
CT: D --> I'm getting a bit worried
CC: Well, I'm s)(ore it's not)(ing to get worked up about. Maybe s)(e's just away?
CT: D --> She has her tablet on her person at all times
CT: D --> The only possible e%planation to why she wouldn't return my message is because she is physically incapable of doing so
CC: Or s)(e's probubbly busy?
CT: D --> Too busy to speak with her own moirail
CT: D --> I find that notion to be both infantile and incredibly short-sighted
CT: D --> It is more logical to assume that she is being held captive by a yet as of unknown assailant
CC: U)( )(u)(...
CC: T)(at's a reelly searious scenario you're porpoising t)(ere.
CT: D --> Indeed
CT: D --> And yet you find this to be an appropriate time to persist in making nautical puns
CC: Saury! I can't )(elp mys)(ellf!
CT: D --> Stop that
CT: D --> I am already in a state of agitation and this increasingly asinine discourse is not helping to alleviate that
CC: OKAY J----E------EZ!
CC: To get back on tropic )(ere, )(ave you tried asking anyone else? I can't say t)(at I know )(er very well.
CC: S)(e's fun and all! But t)(e w)(ole role play t)(ing is a little much. Glub.
CT: D --> I can sympathize
CT: D --> But yes, I have e%hausted all of our common acquaintances and none of them have any knowledge of her whereabouts
CT: D --> The only e%ception is your moirail, on the basis that conversing with him makes me
CT: D --> E%tremely uncomfortable
CC: I can s)(rimpat)(ize. )(e)(e!
CT: D --> I am therefore circumventing that encounter by requesting that you talk to him in my steed
CT: D --> I mean stead
CC: O)( )(o! So w)(o's t)(e big foolis)( pun-making grub NOW?
CT: D --> I apologize
CT: D --> They tend to slip out when I am nervous
CC: But it's funny you s)(ould mention )(im, because )(e's been giving me t)(e silent treatment for a w)(ile now!
CC: -Ever since I told )(im to open up )(is s)(ell and make some friends, it's like )(e's tossed me to t)(e wayside like a piece of driftwood. Glub.
CT: D --> Really
CT: D --> So you have no clue as to where he is now
CC: Well, I did just )(aul a big snake to my lusus a w)(ile ago.
CC: T)(at was definitely –Eri's )(andiwork, but it's strange.
CC: )(e always lets me know before)(and w)(en )(e goes )(unting, but I guess )(e couldn't even offer me t)(at courtesy!
CT: D --> Would you assume that he is still there
CC: Normally )(e'll just fly back to )(is )(ive, but I guess I can't count on normalcy w)(en it comes to )(im anymore.
CT: D --> If I were to venture down to the shore, would you be able to guide me to the appro%imate loca%on of his last known whereabouts
CC: U)(m, I guess. Gl'bby doesn't like it w)(en I leave t)(e )(ive, but it s)(ould be okay as long as we don't stray too far from s)(ore.
CC: W)(y t)(oug)(? Do you t)(ink )(e'll know w)(ere s)(e is?
CT: D --> Perhaps it is false intuition
CT: D --> But I am determined to pursue every last lead until I am 100% assured of my moirail's safety
CT: D --> E%pect to see me shortly
centaursTesticle [CT] ceased trolling cuttlefishCuller [CC]
“Wait! You… want to do it here?”
Eridan shrugged his shoulders. “Why not? There’s no sense in waitin’ on makin’ this thing official. I couldn’t imagine how embarrassin’ it’d be if we didn’t consummate until later on only to find that it ain’t gonna work out between us.”
“Shouldn’t we just go back to your hive?” Nepeta looked about warily, as if someone would pounce out from the shadows and discover them. They’d have a hard time trying to hide from her though, as there was nothing aside from a flat plain of sand to her right and the lapping waves to her left.
“Nep, it’s nearly sunup. Nobody’s gonna be at the beach at this hour. I can assure you that your modesty won’t be compromised.”
Nepeta pursed her lips. The only troll she had ever gotten that intimate with was Equius, and “intimate” would be the last word she’d use to describe that. It was no different from any other activity they’d do as moirails, about as natural as giving him a hug. But exposing herself to another troll, one who was practically a stranger to her a few days ago, felt much more daunting and filthy for some reason. Who was to say that Eridan wouldn’t try to breach her trust and mutate this into a more sexual situation? With a sigh, she placed a palm on her face, resisting the urge to smack herself. She parted her fingers and looked closely at Eridan’s face. His squinting, deadpan eyes stared back all while his foot tapped the sand expectantly. Nothing about his gaze suggested any underlying, sinister motives, but then again, why should it? This was completely normal behavior, after all; she of all trolls should know that. If anything, following his example and exhibiting grace under pressure would affirm that she was making the right choice. Doubt couldn’t plague her mind anymore. She had to prove to both him and herself that she was more assertive.
“Okay… but you gotta do me first.” Nepeta mustered up some pep to put on a smile while she pulled off her pants and underwear. “This is all moving a little too fast, so just give me some time to adjust, okay?” Taking a seat on the sand, she bent her knees and splayed out her legs as far as they could go. A jungle of thick, matted hair draped over her naked crotch like a curtain and her eyes gazed at Eridan, patiently waiting for him to part it.
The edge of Eridan’s lips twitched. Rarely did he ever find himself on the giving end of these encounters. He was much more experienced in receiving hand jobs, in one part because he was the one who needed to be calmed down the most. A bigger reason why he refused to participate was that performing such an action on her would only reaffirm the infuriating reality that was his and Feferi’s moirallegiance. Flushed couples would rarely ever do such a thing together, as it was so intertwined with conciliatory courtship that it was essentially an unspoken symbol of it. There were much more intimate things they could be doing anyway, things that Eridan could only experience with Feferi in the realms of his wildest fantasies. By fingering her, he would essentially be admitting that his aspirations were futile, that they would never transcend to another quadrant and that this was the closest to her nook that he would ever hope to get. As a result, he knew quite a few tricks in order to get out of giving them whenever she wanted a turn.
“Ah gee, I would Nep,” he said as he clutched his wrist, “but the thing is my wrist is achin’ something fierce.” His fingers stiffly curled in a mock display of pain. “Ugh. Yeah, I dunno if I can do you much relief with this thing.”
Nepeta frowned sympathetically, but made no motion to stand up. “Aww, poor boy! But you can just use your other hand, can’t you?”
“Well, I mean, I was never the ambidextrous type.”
“That’s fine! I’m pawsitive you can manage.”
Eridan swallowed a groan. Obviously she wasn’t going to be deterred. Kneeling down in front of her, he put his glasses back on to get a better look at what he was dealing with. Underneath those baggy sweatpants hid a pair of lean legs without a spot of fat on them. Pale skin stretched taut around hardened muscles, which tensed and bulged as Nepeta bent her knees and shifted her legs against the sand. Eridan knew she was strong; he had witnessed her strength firsthand back in the woods. But stripped of her bulky layers and placed right before his eyes, the secreted reality of her strength was made all too visible. If he were a weaker troll, he might have even been intimidated by her, but Feferi’s body wasn’t much different than hers. That was one more thing they had in common, he idly thought: terrifying strength tucked away in svelte bodies.
Eridan heaved a sigh as he hesitantly placed his hand on top of her crotch. His digits delved into the unkempt nest that was her pubes, their wiry texture sending shivers up his arm as they bristled against his skin. He knew about land dwellers and their body hair, but he didn’t know it could get this excessive. It was like an untouched patch of rainforest, left to its own devices since inception without ever having felt the touch of steel blades. Once he touched the moist, fleshy surface of her nook, he pushed his index finger against the center in an attempt to get it inside. A wince rocked Nepeta’s body, pulling him from his concentration, and he looked up at her. She was biting her lower lip in a display of mild discomfort.
“Um,” Nepeta vocalized timidly, “shouldn’t you lube it up first or something?”
Eridan scoffed. “I was gettin’ to that. I know what I’m doin’.” He pulled his arm back and spat a glob of saliva into his hand before rubbing it all over his finger. Once it was suitably moistened, he returned it back to her nook, this time meeting less resistance as he eased it along her muscular walls. He was lying earlier when he said he wasn’t ambidextrous, but his movements were still clumsy. His finger remained rigid and it probed about blindly, as if in search for a spot that would elicit a positive reaction. This tactic sometimes worked with Feferi in the rare occasion that she was adamant enough to force him to do this with her. He had a general feel for this area, but he never put forth a serious effort to learn the ins and outs of the female anatomy; he just assumed he wouldn’t ever have to do it again.
Nepeta hummed while Eridan poked and prodded at her nethers, feeling a twitch in her eyelid whenever he jabbed too roughly. This guy probably didn’t know the difference between a shock nub and a blister from the way he was bumbling about. She could only feel immense sympathy towards Feferi right now.
“Here... Let me just…” She took Eridan’s hand, squeezing her fingers between the gaps of his to spread them out and push them against her outer lips. An inhaled breath hitched inside her throat as she slowly eased her entrance open with his widening fingers. Her knuckles brushed against his, gently guiding them to move in vertical ministrations to massage her outer walls all while encouraging his index finger to venture deeper inside of her. After cautiously separating her hand from his, a pleasured, encouraging sigh rolled out of her mouth once it was clear that Eridan could perform the motions unassisted.
“There you go,” Nepeta purred. “I think you’ve got it now… oh, one more thing.” She seized Eridan’s thumb and directed it towards her clitoris. Like the press of a button, a jolt shot up through her entire body and sent her head lolling backwards. She eased him into a few, quick motions before her arm fell to the side like a wet rag. It may be a far cry from the attentive and, shockingly enough, tender treatment she’d receive under Equius, but fingering was still fingering, and it felt good no matter who was doing it. If this union was as compatible as she was hoping it would be, she could always give him a crash course on this subject later on.
Eridan’s mouth screwed up, a little frustrated that he was being pushed around. Feferi never complained about his performance, so he had always had it in his head that he was a natural. Begrudgingly, he persisted in miming the motions she had laid out for him, eliciting the occasional gasp or murmur from his recipient. Gradually his fingers familiarized themselves inside the humid interior of her nook, smoothing out the creases and venturing deeper until his knuckles brushed against her skin. His eyes, still narrowed in annoyance, carefully surveyed the reactions of her body as his digits wormed about. Caressing the edges of her lips caused the breath to hitch in her throat, while focusing attention on her outer nub sent miniscule tremors down her legs and have her collected breath spill out in a yowl-like moan. Ever the strategist, he kept mental tabs on this physical feedback to find which motion drew out the most positive response. By maximizing her pleasure, she’d reach climax faster, and he’d be able to wash his hands of this mess figuratively and literally. Fortunately for Eridan, his desire would be signaled by a muffled squeal that stilled his hand. The muscles surrounding his finger flexed outward, expelling a sizeable surge of green genetic fluid that splashed onto his hand and the sand below. Eridan pulled away to examine the green goop dribbling from his fingers before glancing back at Nepeta.
“So was it good?” From the corner of his eye, he observed thin, sticky webs of drying fluid being created between the spaces of his fingers as he spread them apart. No matter what color it was, this stuff always seemed to carry that slimy, mucus-like texture that made his skin crawl whenever he made contact with it.
“Mmm,” Nepeta moaned as she leaned her head back. With stars sprinkling her vision, she weakly lifted her hand with her thumb raised. “That was purretty impressive. For a beginner, that is.”
Eridan wanted to rebuke that statement and clarify that he had, in fact, done the same thing with Feferi a number of times. Good judgment silenced him, though; saying something like that would only elicit laughter, and he wanted to get his treatment before the mood was ruined. With a flick of his wrist to rid his fingers of the juices coating them, he shuffled backwards and spread his legs to prepare himself for Nepeta.
Nepeta took a few silent moments for the tingling warmth in her nook to dissipate before putting her pants back on. She stretched her legs to their full length and sprung upright to crouch in front of Eridan, her eyes glimmering with eager anticipation. His pants and underwear were brought down to his ankles, and her eyes slowly traveled up along his legs in close examination. There was no real muscle definition to speak of, which made sense to her; reading books, firing guns, and relying on one’s lusus for transport weren’t exactly the best forms of exercise. However, he wasn’t necessarily out of shape either. Lean was the best way she could describe him. Like a pole, or perhaps a sword, if she were to use some military imagery that he’d approve of. One more thing that stood out to her was that he apparently shaved his legs. Taking off her glove, she pressed her bare hand atop his skin, dragging it slightly behind her line of sight. No, he didn’t shave them; there wasn’t a single follicle to be felt at all. She was just about to ask him about this until her eyes reached his crotch. Something was off with what she was seeing, but it took a few seconds for her brain to fully process it, which was signaled by an amused snort.
“Oh wow! You’re completely bald!” Nepeta giggled as she caressed Eridan’s crotch, her hand circling around his genitals teasingly and curiously. The texture was uniform and silky, like what she imagined a porpoise must feel like. None of the miniscule bumps or wrinkles that were present on a regular troll’s skin could be felt, no matter how hard she pressed down and searched. She wondered if all sea trolls felt like this, or if the claims of his body’s immaculateness had actual merit; the former was much more likely, to her.
Eridan huffed and leaned backwards to get more comfortable. “What’s the big deal? Sea trolls don’t have pubic hair. Or any body hair, for that matter. I guess it’s some sorta evolutionary trait we developed to better adapt to livin’ underwater. Hair ain’t exactly hydrodynamic, you know. But yeah, personally after witnessin’ that fuckin’ mop you’ve got down there, I say we really lucked out in that department.”
Nepeta was only partly paying attention to what he was saying. Her palm stroked the base of the bulge before flipping over and having the back end drag across. Equius always kept his pubes very neatly trimmed, so this was hardly much of a difference. “Y’know, I kinda expected it to have little gills or fins or something,” she mused, gripping the semi-erect length and squeezing the base of its shaft. Texture aside, it was visually identical to Equius’s, just a slender tube covered in thin gray skin. She felt a little guilty to keep comparing the two, but since Equius’s bulge was the only reference point to what one looked like, it couldn’t be helped. They were roughly the same length, but Eridan’s was much less girthy. That combined with the lack of hair made her wonder how much easier she would be able to handle it.
Eridan shuffled uncomfortably and scoffed. “It’s a bone bulge not a fish. I don’t absorb oxygen through my fuckin’ genitalia and it ain’t like it’s swimmin’ anywhere either, so fins would be pointless, t– guh!”
Eridan shivered as Nepeta, without warning, brought her face down to his bulge and gave it a drawn out lick from base to tip. In terms for what was acceptable behavior in pale interactions, using one’s tongue on a partner’s genitalia was a bit of a gray area. However, it was generally frowned upon by the upper echelons of society, as many viewed it as a strictly concupiscent activity. But Nepeta was nothing if not a generous moirail. If she thought something would make her partner feel good, she was willing to do it, social taboos be damned.
“Shh, relax,” she whispered. Her fingers squeezed down on his shaft in meticulous rhythm, making it feel as if her hand was crawling and down it as she pumped. “Let all that good you’re feeling push out the bad.”
Eridan’s earfins flared and his arms stiffened to prevent him from falling completely backwards. The soft tissue of his bulge swelled and quivered under Nepeta’s meticulous, gentle approach. Each movement of her digits felt calculated, as if she had done this enough times to know how much pressure she needed to extract the right amount of pleasure. Any other troll would be humbled to be treated this way after putting up such a lackluster performance. However, even if Eridan was the humble type, which he decidedly wasn’t, his mind was swirling too fervently to process any type of sensation other than unbridled bliss.
Nepeta watched Eridan’s squirming in silent satisfaction. The normally aloof and caustic boy, who just a few minutes ago was talking down to her, was helpless under her touch. She could take down every beast in the forest and it still couldn’t replicate how much power she felt in this moment. It was tempting to halt her ministrations, just long enough for him to notice. Forcing him to beg for her to keep going would give him a well-deserved dose of humility, but that sort of behavior didn’t belong in the realm of moirallegiance. They were already treading a thin enough line between quadrants from her earlier actions; throwing teasing and edgeplay into the mix would only make things blurrier. Instead, she brought her free hand over to cradle his shame globes all while continuing to pump and stroke his ever-stiffening length. The idea was to make him feel good, and she’d be remiss if she let herself get distracted from that.
Eventually, the tremors in Eridan’s bulge intensified and sent rolling waves along Nepeta’s palm. Knowing intuitively that his climax was about to occur, she redirected the organ off to the side right before the viscous purple goo had a chance to shoot onto her. Heavy, long strands of fluid pulsed onto the sand, accompanied by Eridan’s muffled curses. His elbows caved in and he flopped onto the sand, panting heavily as the last of his fluid spurted out of his engorged bulge.
“Sweet fuckin’ hell,” he gasped out. “You don’t fuck around, Nep.” There was certainly a difference between the orgasms he’d receive under Feferi and the one he just experienced. While those under the former category were fueled by flushed lust and the excitement of having the object of his desires touch him so intimately, he could feel no sensation of arousal at all in this moment. His slowly deflating erection aside, the blanket of refreshment that currently covered him felt more akin to having just received a massage rather than a sex act performed on him. It was oddly calming, as if all his anxieties and troubles had been washed clean from his mind and had been expelled from his body alongside his fluids. If this was what the difference between a pale and flushed encounter felt like, he could certainly get used to it.
Nepeta purred contentedly and pulled his pants back up his legs before lying down on the sand beside him. She laid an arm over his torso and scooted closer until they were pressed against each other. “That’s how it feels when you’re meowrails with an expurrienced purrfessional.”
Eridan reflexively cringed under the close contact, but he moved an arm to drape around her shoulder. The heat from his softening bulge and the warmth of her body combined with the coolness of the coastal air sent mixed signals that his muddled mind couldn’t process all at once. Taking off his glasses, his heavy eyelids snapped shut and he prepared to ease into rest. The steady lapping of the waves against the shore and Nepeta’s heavy breathing filled his ears, obscuring the soft crushing of sand made by two pairs of feet advancing towards them.
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