[Dualscar whimpers and squirms a little as the Psiioniic pushes a third finger inside him, and by now there's a small puddle of purple genetic fluids underneath them. He didn't... he never knew it could be like this. He never knew that he could feel this way, this flayed open and trusting and close to another troll. He clings to the Psiioniic, his face hidden in his shoulder, and pushes his hips forward, into his hand and his bulge.]
an entirely new top floor of the hive