[Alarm thrills through him quicker than any pleasure, and he's just about to call it off when he feels Dualscar relax beneath him once again. The storm has passed, this one at least, and the Psiioniic slowly begins to drag his lips up past all he's taken in, lapping gently at each bit of skin that passes him by. When his mouth is free, he worms his way up again but doesn't remove his finger. He just slowly begins to move it, pressing lightly against Dualscar's insides, stroking.]
22. Doeth it feel good? Tell me.
[Soft energy flows against Dualscar's arm before gently trying to pull it away from his face.]
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22. Doeth it feel good? Tell me.
[Soft energy flows against Dualscar's arm before gently trying to pull it away from his face.]
I want to thee. Tell me if you feel good, 22.