#dunno under which diamond she'd be

[brooklynislandgirl]

💚 That Strange Doctor, Stephen

Imagine You and Me || Accepting

{{and tagging @tangleweave for a third time}}

Oh, Nonny. Dunno if you're the same one, but do buckle in. This one promises to be extensive.

How do I love him? Let me count the ways. Aside from my first exposure to the Xmen, which got me into comics in the first place {one of my prized possessions is an in-plastic is Uncanny X-men #266. The first appearance of Gambit}. But being the person I have always been, it was magick that drew me in deeper and that's when I found, at the same time, both Stephen and Constantine.Yes, my two favourite wizards, by whatever name you wish to call them. Originally, I was so mad about Benny being cast, I almost boycotted the movie, but my gaming group decided to see it as a group and for a friend's birthday so I was obliged. I left the theatre in awe. He looked the part. He sounded the part. And for some hours {and years, clearly} later? I was a kid all over again, experiencing it like it was new. A wonder I haven't felt often in a long time. I also owe a dear friend of mine about a decade or so worth of apology because I didn't understand Benny's appeal...until his cheek bones cut the diamond of my wedding ring in half.

Prologue concluded, onto the show.

Matt's Stephen is absolutely perfect, even when he thinks he isn't. Upon us discussing plotting, I put forth the idea...which I had already sort of HC'd about 4 years give or take; that Beth *had* been at medical school to be a Neurosurgeon. That she'd gone to Columbia, and then dropped out during her residency {so technically she does have an MD, she's just not a doctor}, and I never stated why, but that this all happened around the time of Andy's 'death'. Which if we match up timelines, puts Stephen working at and lecturing for Columbia, around the time of the Chitauri invasion. Everything lined up for Beth being Stephen's student, and Matt ~gracious and generous to a fault~ agreed to let that be a case, giving them an almost instant rapport, as they would have by now known one another for years. And this is where everything becomes...complicated. Beth being who and what she is often needs time to even find someone attractive beyond whether or not they are aesthetically/artistically appealing. Check and check. She needs to bond with someone to feel the slightest bit motivated to want anything beyond friendly interaction and good heavens does that person have to be intelligent {the quickest way to a girl's heart is through her brain and/or empathy}. Again, check. She appreciates a wicked sense of humour, a compassionate or humanitarian soul, and it doesn't hurt when a person can keep up with her familial lifestyle, and her need to ditch it all for some time away from the cut-throat world of the .001% wealthy and ambitious. You can see where this is going. Stephen is, and was, literally the most perfect man on the planet. So why didn't...? Because she literally met him between the ages of 16-18, when he was already at least in his mid twenties, if not slightly older. She was also his student, and say what you like about Stephen, he isn't a predator. Yes he admired her brain. Was proud of her skill and her adaptability. Maybe even marvelled, pardon the pun, at how quickly she could pick up his wavelength, and be an extra set of hands and senses for him. The drive, the ambition, all of that maybe reminded him of himself. Stephen claimed her, when no one else would. But then she left him, without ever saying why. She sacrificed her life, her career, and any potential for the sake of not damaging his reputation, tarnishing his image, or being faced daily, hour by hour, second by second, the one person she couldn't love.

She really should have had a chat with him, is what I am saying. There is so much more I could say about this, that it could be broken into many parts of this length or longer, or go under a read more. I'm going to stop myself. In various verses, regardless of ships {respected and appreciated and loved even if the other mun doesn't know it} there really is no verse in which Beth doesn't love Stephen. As a friend, a mentor, as someone who believes in her when no one else would, with every ounce of soul she possesses. It doesn't matter the circumstance. Beautifully, tragically, I believe Stephen feels the same again, with respect and admiration, regardless of verse and romantic partner. {Some of the best ones are actually those in which say... Eddie and Beth are a couple, and Stephen is with Wanda or Sigyn and each is cheering the other on and sometimes giving unsolicited advice. Maybe especially these, like 15-Verse Stephen.} But yes. I stand by the "I love you, in every universe." {{?????/10 because I can't even}} {{I also blame Matt entirely}}

[sapphim]

Another multiwarden worldstate post. Previously on! Duncan conscripted Rafael at Kinloch Hold and the two of them made for Orzammar where the other wardens, Alistair included, await Duncan's arrival.

It's about a (here I take some time to squint wearily at my old-ass travel time spreadsheets before giving up) fuck it, I dunno, it's about a ~several days~ trip from the shores of Lake Calenhad up through Gherlen's Pass to the gates of Orzammar, and since Rafael was up all night in the escape attempt and since Duncan had to drag him out of the Tower in the wee hours of the morning, and since he does not sleep well out on the road in the elements, he's absolutely dead on his feet for a few days.

They finally arrive (and Rafael is able to collapse in a bed in their spacious Diamond Quarter accommodations, thank the Maker) and find that Orzammar is making a big deal of their arrival, with a week's worth of Provings and other festivities on the docket before a joint venture into the Deep Roads. Several concurrent ventures, to be more precise, one of which will be lead by the ruling family's second child and only daughter.

Raf'll have his tits blown clean off with culture shock once he wakes up.

Proving Loyalties

Micah [Brosca], in her late 40s or early 50s, is Kalah's elder sister and Rica's aunt. She's been working for the Carta her whole life (while taking care of first her and Kalah's ailing parents and then, after that, her nieces). Her role in the Carta is as something of a fixer. She's smart, experienced, and can be trusted to operate under her own agency. She'd be on a level akin to Jarvia, if Beraht and Jarvia didn't kind of fucking hate her (and the dislike is entirely mutual).

With Rica beginning to work as a noble hunter and her youngest niece of a teenaged age where she too is looking into picking up Carta work, Micah is starting to worry for them. The girls are good and bright and want to contribute to the household and take some of the weight off of Micah's shoulders, but Micah doesn't want them to feel pressured into the sort of life that she's had to lead.

Her latest ongoing job has put her in charge of rigging the Provings for the Carta. In the process, she's been investing her own earnings, with an eye toward building a nest egg which would allow her to retire and still see the girls provided for. Jarvia catches wind of this and, taking offense and feeling threatened, sabotages her operation, forcing Micah into fighting in the provings herself to maintain the grift.

Quite dangerously for her, the Princess Aeducan has quite a penchant for battling in the Provings herself, and the bracket pits Micah against her. Micah DOES knock her flat on her ass. This might actually have saved her, in the end. When Micah's identity is revealed a few fights down the line, the powers that be see it prudent to sweep her under the rug rather than see her publically executed and draw further attention to the ignomious spectacle of a duster defeating a royal in combat, and so she is instead turned over to the Carta to quietly dispose of.

She, of course, refuses to go down quietly, and in the aftermath of her escape, Duncan steps in to recruit her. This is reluctantly allowed under the condition that the Wardens take her and leave the city IMMEDIATELY and not return.

The Wardens' preparations have all been made and Duncan wasn't too hot on the idea of wasting more time than necessary when a literal Blight is starting so he's like, okay, see ya, and they go ahead and head into the Deep Roads ahead of schedule. Damn. Sorry Raf in particular. The Deep Roads are definitely the wrong kind of culture shock for a baby mage fresh out of the Circle who just discovered the concept of parties.

So they go to make contact with the Legion of the Dead. But right before they go they send word ahead to Highever to update them on their timeline because, guess who also wants to host a Tournament in honor of the Wardens~~ A literal Blight is starting and everyone wants to throw parties, goddamn.

My first playthrough with an (intentional) Alistair romance, I happened to trigger Alistair's love confession with the rose when the party was standing around in the Deep Roads absolutely caked in darkspawn blood, and it was so funny that I'll never, ever let him live it down. So Alistair speedruns his bisexual awakening by falling head over heels in infatuation with Rafael immediately after meeting him while they're all fighting desperately for their lives in dank tunnels underground. Really, Alistair? Really. That's my son and he's a fucking mess, god bless.

A Noble Expedition

The festivities continue unabated but now they're all for the glory of Royal House Aeducan yay~~ Eydis Aeducan (late 20s) is, a huge bitch! High on her own farts, and absolutely fuming after the Proving situation. Let's just say that if Bhelen hadn't beat her to Trian and framed her for his death, she might very well have killed him herself. She strongly considered it, anyway. She's pompous and ruthless and very well acclimated to the bloodthirsty game of Orzammar politics.

Aeducan Thaig is, I don't want to pull up the spreadsheet again, it's not far, it's a couple days round trip, especially since they already sent the shitkickers in ahead of time to clear the way, and her triumphant return will kick off the final evening of glorious festivities. She's not about it. She doesn't want ~parties~, she wants to show up her shitheel brothers, secure her place as future Queen of Orzammar, and engage in w4w (warrior4warrior) fingering in the hot springs, in that order.

When she's exiled into the Deep Roads, she knows her only remote chances for survival are to either find and join the Legion of the Dead or find an exit to the surface, so she makes for the latter, based on her memory of the maps she studied prior to her expedition. This sets her on a converging path with the Wardens, who have wrapped up their business in the Deep Roads (Blight's started!) and are making their own way out, and she begrudgingly presents herself for recruitment. She's not hot on the idea but she's also not going to tag along in their wake for safety like some charity case, and she certainly can't go back to Orzammar. It's not like any of her other options on the (blech!) surface will be any better. And besides, she's a real catch.

When they do reach the surface it does take a gentle amount of time to coax the dwarves out under the open sky (it will be another week at the very least before a still seething Eydis even deigns to so much as look at Micah). Meanwhile Alistair and Rafael immediately collapse in the grass in open relief that they're not in some awful fucking darkspawn infested tunnels anymore. They're crying a little bit but in a very adult and manly way, it's fine.

Next up! A tourney at Highever, a wedding in Denerim, and a mystery in the Brecilian.

[tejvirani]

Tej blinked slow enough to be deliberate. With a sour scowl, oh she thinks she's funny. Hilarious. Darcy talked out of her ass, and the wise thing to do was to bail. What should've been done the first time, when they were still on the cruise ship. And like the previous time, his feet refused to leave her behind.

In the little time since Tej met Darcy, he'd recognized these unconventional, unpredictable flashes behind her eyes. Like flares shot up at night, bright bursting diamonds that extinguished into beautifully dark facets. He'd seen this in others too and it always drew him in.

Another crack about rocks, and he huffed an irritated (and exaggerated) exhale. "Can you at least pretend to care about getting out of here in one piece?" Tej also realized Darcy could be incredibly infuriating.

Something finally caught Darcy's attention. A high-pitched preternatural yowl shot through the shadows, a horrendous noise sharp as razor blades and ice. Yeah we need to leave. "Oh, oh do we?? You think??" Tej replied in an brisk, loud whisper. "Thought you'd wanna 'pet that dog', Darcy."

Her hand on his wrist asked for Tej to follow, and he would've anyway. The unspeakable echoing wail bounced through the narrow arteries of the caves, but Tej was under the impression they at least ran away from the angry cry.

"Dunno what it is." Despite the meme referenced earlier, he said, "Sounds... cat-like, yeah? I say we don't find out what it is." Tej kept focused on the way ahead, however a thin wash of moonlight from a hole above disguised the steep and sudden drop-off in the shadows just behind it. His hands barely caught Darcy by the waist, to keep her tripping feet from leading her to a more substantial fall.

I don't think we can get back. Uh-huh. If she'd only listened to Tej, and he was dying to say 'I told you so'. Unfortunately it would have to come later. His gaze turned up to the natural skylight over their heads. Too high for them to reach, yet he had an idea.

The flimsy beam from Darcy's flashlight wasn't helping much. "I'm going to try something, okay?" Try the operative word. Tej didn't know what the fuck he was doing, let alone how to go about it. In the wilderness with Zaid, the feeling burned through Tej like he was paper. "I don't know exactly how it works, but. I can do something with light." Vague as hell, sure. Too bad. Darcy got them in this mess, she'd have to trust him (or at least Tej blamed her for it).

This time, as he searched for that energy, it became a fever. One that took hold quick. Glorious in the heat that built under his skin. Little fires erupted and twisted deliciously in his joints. Agonizingly lush, every articulation of his skeleton wished to be crushed under the heel of the sensation.

He held out his arms to inspect. There was no glow this time, in fact he could barely see his hands in front of him. And then the shaft of moonlight from the opening above spilled further in. It rolled past them and lit up the part of the cavern Darcy had almost fallen into. Pure white light, in which they could see every corner and crevice of the cave in front of them.

After several long seconds, then they were thrown into relative darkness again.

"I saw a way out, Darcy." In the moment, Tej was left blinded by his own light, and squinted in a struggle for his eyes to adjust again. "Did you see it too? On the other side of this ravine." An exit seemed to wait for them to the beach. Not lit up as brightly, as the moon seemed to be directly over their heads. But he saw beach, he could see the water. "Come on, before that thing finds us."

Darcy rolled her eyes, "No, I'm actually fully serious. I think we should turn into snails and see just how long we can extend us getting out of here." She gave him a look. "Come on, it's not that bad. Once we get out of the caves, we'll be fine on the beach." Was it completely ignorant and way too positive way of thinking? Yes, absolutely, but there was part of Darcy who assumed they would all be just fine on the island, no matter what happened.

Tej didn't actually seem that interested in Amanda, but since he asked, Darcy finished talking, and then moved on - he wasn't any more successful in finding anything in here than she was, but it sounded like he actually spent more time in here than her. it's been only a couple of hours for Darcy, while it sounded like Tej has been in here, roaming the cave systems for most of the day.

"You won't believe what I found," she said, conspiratorily, sounding like she actually found something, holding a pause for dramatic effect, and then, "even more rocks. Nothing else just darkness, quiet, sometimes drips of the water echoeing through the caverns, and then rocks everywhere."

Tej insisted, though, that they needed to leave and okay, so maybe just because she felt like they would be fine, it didn't mean that she wouldn't have minded getting out of here with him instead of potentially getting lost alone. "Okay, fine, let's get out of here. But for the record, but I am totally holding you to your promise that you'd come back here with me again," she said, raising her fingers almost as if she was scolding him.

They didn't get too far before first his flashlight went out (thankfully hers was going strong, so she decided she could go ahead and shine the way), and then the general quiet of the caves was pierced through by something horrifying. If Darcy didn't know any better, she would have called it the sound of a banshee. "What the fuck was that?" she muttered and nodded along to Tej. "Yeah, we need to leave, we need to leave right now."

She actually grabbed onto the wrist of Tej as she started moving back on the same path she was coming from as fast as she could with only one flashlight. "Do you have any idea what was that?" she whisperred back towards Tej, following the path of the cavern, looking over her shoulder over and over again even though she couldn't actually see anything.

And one of these times she looked over her shoulder and then looked back and realized that she almost ran into a huge ravine - she must have took a turn she didn't on the way here, because as she stumbled to stop, they reached a huge drop right in front of them, more light coming from the top - and as Darcy looked up, she realized there was a giant hole in the cave above them, the moon and the stars shining through.

"I don't think we can get back to the beach before it gets dark now..."

[vladimirka]

Icy Sapphire doodles, a gemsona I made :^0

[fearforthestorm]

just spent a hot minute transcribing a lore scene between Legundo and Viking from Legs' stream tonight (09 Nov), so I'm gonna go ahead and post it here too! link to timestamp embedded here, or the timestamp is about 1:29:23. transcript under the cut due to spoilers :D

begin transcript:

VP: Dude, how much d'you think she'd pay for diorite? You think she'd take your word for it?

L: Oh, so we're having this conversation now. We're having this conversation now, huh.

VP: I mean, we can (have this conversation now). I'm still waiting.

L: Okay. Yeah, so let's talk about that. Cause, as I've learned, didn't you tell Fix to stop me?

VP: I- (laughs) I may have told him to do something, but-

L: Oh, Fix did something alright! You saw what happened when those diamonds got removed, and I'd warned you what could happen.

VP: To be fair, I didn't do that.

L: No, but, if I had done what I'd promised you I would do, that's what would have happened.

VP: (sighs) Do you want me to explain exactly what I had in mind?

L: Is the end of the world worth whatever you were planning to do?

VP: mmmmm well if everything had gone to plan, the world wouldn't've ended, so,

L: Well, the diamonds got moved and the world ended.

VP: Wellllll, if, if the two people you send to, to do the thing, stop eachother and no one steals the diamonds, then, it's just fun to watch.

L: ...So it was all a game to you.

VP: Isn't this all just a game? (giggles)

L: That giggle is so upsetting, I'm not gonna lie.

VP: (giggles even more)

L: So, so, then it's not about the diamonds!

VP: No, I do need them. I would have gone and gotten them myself, I have that ability of course.

L: Then you would've caused the end of the world.

VP: Well, I didn't know that at the time, and it's Fix's fault, so. It's not my fault anymore. Er, couldn't even be my fault.

L: But I know you told him to do it, so, what are you talking about? You keep talking about..."the interest rate on my word". You obviously have something in mind. Spill it.

VP: Uhhhh how long have you got?

L: What do you mean?

VP: (slightly hushed, as though more to himself than to Legs)...How long have I been on this server? In this world?

L: Ohhh, I don't know. Cause there's been - there was a time before we all saw you, right?

VP: (brief silence) I don't even know the answer to that question.

L: ...Okay.

VP: What was I before I died, Legs?

L: I dunno! You're just a ghost :)

VP: I don't even know the answer to that!

L: Maybe you were a land shark! (punches Viking and he phases into the ground)

VP: Yeah, cause you can do that as a living being, right?

L: No, you can't do that as a living - oh, yeah, that kinda doesn't track huh.

VP: uh-huh.

L: So, what do you want from me?

VP: (overlapping w Legs) I need the diamonds. I need diamonds. A lot of them.

L: Okay.

VP: A lot a lot of them. Cause...hmmmm. There's a book, there's a certain thing, there's a chapter in it that I can't - I don't remember very well but basically I need a lot of diamonds to do something similar to what we did to Jamie, and it would allow me to kind of remember things hopefully maybe?

VP: Or it would just blow me up into a million little pieces or it would just end the server or it would cause everyone on the server to instantaneously have bad gas. I'm not really sure.

L: Okay, so I'm down for like.. two out of five of those, but...

VP: Oh, I wonder which two.

L: That's for you to figure out. So, what is it? You keep saying interest on my word. If I would've done what you told me, I would've blown up the world. It would've been my fault instead of Fix's.

VP: And, guess what, we've all forgive Fix, seems like everyone's just kind of moved on from what he did. "Oh, he relapsed, oh he's a genie now, he grants wishes" like everyone's just kind of okay with it now. He built you a desert!

L: That is kind of convenient, yeah, I'm totally cool with that actually.

(Overlapping speech - can't distinguish what Viking continues to say about fix)

L: (forcefully) So what do you want? What do you want.

VP: Help. I want your help. With this. I also need to talk to a couple other people, but I want diamonds. A lot. I've been mining myself, but I need like - about how many stacks would you say were in that ritual, cause that's about how much I need.

L: About 4?

VP: Four stacks of diamond blocks...sounds about right? About one per pillar (at the exorcism). This ritual's different, but...it's a lot of netherite, too. But I can do that part. Just a lot of things to guarantee that nothing goes wrong, basically.

L: Yeah, cause we kind of skirted it just barely over the line with Jamie.

VP: Yeahh, and, well, she is still gone. Like, missing, dead, just not here.

L: Yeah, and we have no idea where she is, too. What if what you're planning to do puts you in the same position? What if she's like you were?

(Viking briefly walks around a bit, shouting about/at Jamie, as though she may be a ghost able to see them, like he was.)

VP: Anyway, ummmm...I'll have to think about that, honestly. I hadn't thought about that.

L: Cause you keep trying to be all menacing, you don't even have a plan.

VP: (noise of frustration) I have...a desire to solve problems. And that is what, that is where it lies. I don't know if I'm making any sense, but I just want to fix the problem at hand.

L: Make a shop! Start earning! Capitalism! That's how it works.

VP: (laughs) I mean I guess if I have to, yeah.

...

L: There you go, I'm helping!

VP: You're very helpful! I feel like I got cheated out of an IOU. But, well, I know never to delve in those again, cause...ah, it's too messy. It's too messy.

(They get out an enderchest, Legs shows his IOU that he got back from Viking before quickly putting it back away.)

L: Viking, I feel like that was a rare time where you were completely honest with me.

VP: Huh. (pause) Good! I felt like I was being completely honest. Is this what it feels like to be not hiding something?

L: Yeah, a little bit! Kind of warm and tingly inside.

VP: I hate it.

(both laugh.)

VP: Well, I'm, uh...I'm gonna leave now. And...thanks? I guess?

(they say goodbye, Viking leaves.)

/end transcript

[zawazawanightmares]

Gwen Stacy & Kutagu the Futa Orc

You, Gwen Stacy, are connected to Kutagu the Futa Orc Your partner selected the 18+ server. Your partner has a starter. Type /starter or tap here to see it.

Gwen Stacy: /starter

Kutagu the Futa Orc: https://imgur.com/a/15PpvNw

Kutagu the Futa Orc: "Oh damn. You're that spider hero going around New York, ain't ya?"

Gwen Stacy: "Yes...super observant how you were able to recognize me outside of costume."

Kutagu the Futa Orc: The Orc grins down at the blonde, shameless. "Us Orc's got a nice sense of smell...you once stopped the bus I was on from falling off the bridge, so I recognized it. Don't worry though, ain't gonna say anything...you look just as cute out of costume."

Gwen Stacy: Gwen actually giggled. "Thanks...and you're pretty hot too. For someone I've never met before."

Kutagu the Futa Orc: She'd started talking to her at the bar and, with the crowded atmosphere, she nods back towards the door. "I dunno what a hero's schedule is like, but ya think you got time to head back to a fan's place, hot stuff?"

Gwen Stacy: "I think a certain hero could make time, beautiful." Gwen smirked back, finishing her cup of ginger ale.

Kutagu the Futa Orc: With Gwen getting out of her seat, she soon finds an arm around her, hand brazenly on her ass, as Kutagu leads her out into the street. "Glad to hear it. Big city hero deserves some fun too..."

Gwen Stacy: Gwen wrapped an arm back around her, happily being led back to Kutagu's place. "I'm glad that you think that..."

Kutagu the Futa Orc: It's not long before they get up to her place, and from there, not long before they're on the couch, Gwen straddling her lap as they made out sloppily, heavily.

Gwen Stacy: Gwen twisted her tongue with the orc's before sucking on it messily, already wandering her hands over the larger green-skinned woman's body.

Kutagu the Futa Orc: Kutagu did much of the same, groping the blonde, hands slipping under the woman's shirt. Fun to learn the hero also did this kind of thing...meant that the girl would be solid enough to handle a real Orc fucking.

Gwen Stacy: She certainly felt solid...Gwen was well-toned under her clothes, letting the orc slide her shirt off before returning to making out with her, her nipples stiffening as she felt Kutagu's hands explore her.

Kutagu the Futa Orc: And Gwen could certainly feel that hefty bulge in those pants, the Orc slowly humping up against the blonde. After a while, the kiss breaks, the Orc leaning in to suck on her neck for a bit before pulling back again. "Fuck, you're hot...come on, show me what a spider-babe can do, eh?"

Gwen Stacy: "Sure...but just as long as you show me what an orc can do!" Gwen happily unzipped the orc's pants, her eyes widening in surprise at the size of her unit. "Oh WOW." Gwen immediately moved to pull down her shorts.

Kutagu the Futa Orc: She chuckles as Gwen shows how impressed she is, the Orc's fat, long, veiny cock hard as diamonds, uncut with the darker green head peeking out. "Oh, better believe I will..." With her shorts around her ankles, Gwen gets a spank from the Orc, probably alerted by her spider-sense, which nevertheless ends with her keeping her hand on that ass, groping, fingers rubbing at her crotch through her panties.

Gwen Stacy: Gwen's head buzzed as she felt herself getting wet already, grinding herself on Kutagu's cock as she locked eyes with her. "I think you're even bigger than the Spider-Woman from Earth-1610..."

Kutagu the Futa Orc: She's not quite sure what Gwen means by that, but she'll take it as a compliment, shifting her grip to the blonde's waist and pressing up against her, shaft grinding against her labia, the head slipping over her clit. "Damn right. Big hero needs some big dick, doesn't she?"

Gwen Stacy: "And you're just the type of heroine who's gonna give it to her!" She moved herself down, biting her lip as she felt herself get stretched out by the orc's green weapon, letting out a sigh when enough of it was inside.

Kutagu the Futa Orc: Not enough for Kutagu, who gets to that point, lifts Gwen up a touch, and then, slamming her back down, shoves herself upwards to hilt into her with a growl, definitely a beast. "Fuck! Damn you're tight, slut...that one of your powers too, huh? Milking fat Orc dick?"

Gwen Stacy: "Why don't we...unngh...both try and find out?" Damn, this orc was thick. And she was already fucking her way harder than she's been fucked before. Still, Gwen took a breath and began to bounce on Kutagu's meat, squeezing tight on her cock as she rode her.

Kutagu the Futa Orc: She met every bounce with a thrust upwards, hard abs working as she pounded into the girl, the Orc happy that she didn't have to hold back. The sound of their hips clapping together filled the apartment, along with her grunts and growls, Kutagu holding her close. "Fuuuuck...didn't think, ngh, you'd take getting your secret identity found out so well! Fuck yeah, ride that dick, bitch!"

Gwen Stacy: "I'd just have to keep you if you plan on telling!" Gwen's breasts bounced along with her ass as she kept riding the orc, her moans missing in with her grunts. "Geez, maybe you should use this fight crime!"

Kutagu the Futa Orc: "Keep me, huh? What, you plannin' on bringing me to your little spider lair, and have me rehab villain bitches with my dick? Hah!" Soon enough, though, Gwen is suddenly pinned unto the couch, under the Orc, who ruts into her using those powerful hips. "FUCK! Ain't ever met, grrr, a human who could take all of me! Might just keep you myself!"

Gwen Stacy: "Guess you're my sidekick now...!" Gwen gripped onto the couch as the orc railed her, feeling her reach spots she didn't even know that she had.

Kutagu the Futa Orc: A title she was fine with having. For now, words are stopped as the Orc pushes a greedy, drooling kiss unto the blonde, pounding into her roughly, the couch rattling and shaking as they fucked like animals. Time went on without either of them wanting to stop, too caught up with how good it felt. The Orc was really proving her stamina...she didn't seem about to cum, even after a whole hour of powerful pounding!

Gwen Stacy: Time seemed to stand still for Gwen. Her durability and stamina meant that she didn't care how long the orc was taking. As far as she was concerned, a beautiful woman was kissing her, plowing her and making her feel better than she had in ages. She wished that this moment, which was becoming more like a day unto itself, would never end.

Kutagu the Futa Orc: And it really didn't seem to! The sun was going down when they'd arrived at her place, but by the time that, after hours of intense fucking, Kutagu picked up the blonde to fuck her standing, kiss breaking so she could hold her closer, head against Gwen's shoulder, the moon was high in the sky outside her window. Was it midnight?

Gwen Stacy: Gwen really should have been out on patrol right now...but fuck it, crime can deal with itself while she does this. Who knows when the next time will come up that an orc woman will fuck her for hours on end?

Kutagu the Futa Orc: And while Gwen might be stronger than the Orc, proportional strength and all, Kutagu sure liked to show off. Like how effortlessly she bounced her unto her cock before pinning her down on the bed, folding her in a mating press, lost in her lust enough that, as she growled down at Gwen, she was drooling on her face. "FUCK! Can't get enough of ya, damn~!"

Gwen Stacy: "Oh fuck, wreck my Spider pussy!" Gwen didn't care how cringy that sounded out loud. The creaks for the bed spoke for themselves: this orc was absolutely drilling her.

Kutagu the Futa Orc: Kutagu wasn't about to stop just to remark on her statements...sex felt good enough to say dumb shit, anyways. "Hah! This your weakness, huh?! Fat Orc dick? Come on, I can tell you're gonna cum, do it, bitch!" She's got her hands pinning those ankles above Gwen's leg, liking how flexible she was.

Kutagu the Futa Orc: Gwen's head*

Gwen Stacy: "Like I haven't done that already...!" Gwen had indeed cum several times before but she did feel like the big one was coming any minute now...

Kutagu the Futa Orc: And Kutagu, for all her virility, had to release that load herself. So, after a rising set of growls, roars, and bed-breaking thrusts, she would give one finally, bestial roar, bottoming out, and feeding a fat, hot, virile load of Orc spunk RIGHT into Gwen's womb, rope after rope filling her up. What a beast!

Gwen Stacy: Gwen let out an embarrassing low groan as she came hard, feeling everything go white as her womb was filled to the brim. "Oh my god..." She sighed as she felt the cum leak out of her.

Kutagu the Futa Orc: Yet that fat dick was keeping most of it packed in, the Orc grinding down into her to milk as much seed as she could, before slowly pulling out, her immense dick drenched in the cum that slowly, thickly oozed out of Gwen. "Haah...haah...heh, guess you're used to sticky, white ropes anyways, ain't ya?"

Gwen Stacy: "Oh yeah. Might need a refill any day now though..." Gwen teased, cupping Kutagu's face to plant a sweet kiss on her lips.

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