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While LOMAT certainly lived up to its name of “maps and treasure” the arduous task of tomb robbing and treasure hunting was quickly proving tedious. Tavros watched from his rocket chair as Vriska kicked open another chest of glittering boonbucks with all the enthusiasm of a starved wriggler. She crossed her arms and scoffed, glaring at the offending chest of riches. Back at her hive, now a distance away given their travels, the bounty resulting in these raids had begun to pile higher and higher. The allure of treasure was starting to fade, even in Vriska’s eyes. It was almost sad to see the usually treasure hungry troll wilt at the sight of another score.
“Man, who knew this planet was so fucking lame.” Vriska hissed, kicking at the wooden chest as if violence would summon something more rewarding. “What’s the point of being some badass pirate if there’s no other pirates to fight and kill?” She shut the chest still filled of boonbucks and sat on the lid, cupping her chin in hand. Tavros fiddled with the hem of his shirt, lip caught between his teeth as he fought for words to console his kismesis. While Vriska had been nothing but cruel and unkind to him, it still felt unpleasant to see her with the wind taken out of her sails.
“I could, uhm, pretend to be your formidable, uh, pirate opponent? If you want that is…” Tavros suggested hesitantly, fixing Vriska with a wilting but well meaning grin. The blue blood laughed in response, her usual smirk appearing as she rebuked his offer.
“No offense, Pupa Pan, but you’re not what I’d call formidable. Far from it. I mean, what kind of pirate doesn’t have working legs? You’d roll right off the edge of the ship.” She giggled a bit into her prosthetic hand before the amusement faded back into intense boredom. While her words were cruel and stabbed at Tavros’ already shriveled self-esteem, at least making fun of his disability made her laugh. Tavros winced as his mind supplied him with more fuel to his self-doubt. He seemed to be only useful when it came to making others feel better about themselves, at least there was always one bigger loser for everyone else to pity and laugh at. Maybe he deserved this treatment given his weakness, he certainly never did anything to stop it. Here he is, even now, paling around with the very person who rendered him paralyzed as if they were old friends.
“Hey, what’re you thinking there, Pupa?” Vriska’s voice cut through the spiraling thoughts, harsh and cold like freezing water. She fixed him with a curious gaze still perched upon the treasure chest.
“Uhm, nothing…nothing really.” Tavros stammered, pulling his arms to his chest. Vriska narrowed her gaze and her mouth curled into a cruel grin.
“Come on, you can tell me, Tav. We’re buddies.” She widened her smile in a way that was supposed to be friendly but certainly wasn’t. “Don’t make me use my mind tricks on you.”
Tavros flinches at the threat, not missing the eagerness barely hidden in her voice at the thought of using her abilities again. A full-bodied sigh leaves his body, his mind rustling the courage to confess his emotional turmoil to the person who was the cruelest to him. It wouldn’t help him to lie. He was particularly dreadful at it anyways, Vriska would know immediately and his deception would only encourage her prying.
“Just, uhm, well I was thinking again….uhm, thinking about me and…well, uhm….” He trailed off, tugging at the hem of his shirt as the words jumbled together at the back of his throat and caught like barbs on his tongue. Vriska studied him with a calculating gaze, her singular eye unblinking as she waited through his stumbling. “I’d, uhm, been not feeling too great about myself. Ya know, uh, being paralyzed and all…and aside from, uh, that anyways I’ve always been a little useless. Or I felt like it at least. Everyone else is so, uh, sure of themselves and strong and I’m just….me.” Tavros finished, hands settling in his lap as he waited for reassurance, the rumbling of his rocket chair breaking the expansive silence.
“That’s because you are useless, Tavros”.
Tavros’ entire body deflated at her words, flat and matter-of-fact as if it was the simplest thing in the world. Heat rose to his cheeks in embarrassment. He should’ve known better than to expect soft encouragement and sweetness from his kismesis after all. This was on him, it was what he deserved. He didn’t deserve to be coddled and reassured and Vriska knew that. She saw him exactly as he was and had the courage to tell him too.
A soft touch on his cheek broke him from his thoughts. How did Vriska move so close without making a sound? She overshadowed him, her still in tact hand cupping his cheek so tenderly it was scary. She smiled down at him with an expression akin to pride and it made something in Tavros’ chest swell.
“And that’s why I have to make you useful.” Vriska’s words slid like honey from her tongue, coating Tavros in a warm glow of acknowledgement. The idea that someone saw potential in him, saw use, was like long awaited rain in a drought. His chest ached for more, his own pride puffing in response, clawing desperately in his ribcage at the thought of being needed for something.
Vriska quirked an eyebrow at the hazy, giddy expression that bloomed across the low blood’s face. Pressing the palm of her hand closer to his cheek she watched in amusement as Tavros leaned further into the touch. An idea sparked in her mind. A devious, cruel idea.
“Do you want to be useful, Tavros?” Vriska purred, watching with glee as the low blood nodded immediately before catching himself and blushing with shame. A predatory grin blossomed across her face, eyes wild and alight with opportunity as she loomed over the low blood trapped in the chair. Vriska’s gaze flicked down to the machinations of the chair and quickly turned the thing off, waiting for it to settle onto the ground, rockets rumbling into stillness and smoke trailing off into the sunset sky. Tavros swallowed harshly around the forming lump in his throat, eyes wide with near terror as if he were cornered by a rabid woofbeast. Maybe that would be preferred. Vriska crawled onto the chair with a mischievous glint to her eye, settling into the space of the driver’s seat and straddling the lap of the other. Tavros pushed himself back against the chair, desperately trying to pull away from the other troll. His bloodthumper hammered away in his chest, forcing all air out in sharp, wheezing gasps.
“Uh-er Vriska,” Tavros began, the words coming out stiff and high pitched, “what’re you doing?”
Vriska took one of large, drooping ears in hand, rubbing the thin skin lovingly between her fingers. Tavros flinched and sucked in a breath. Ever since the incident he had noticed that the rest of his body felt extra sensitive as if to make up the loss of sensation below his waist.
“I’m helping you be useful,” Vriska answered curtly, her metallic hand coming to slide his shirt up exposing his grub scars, “you do want to be useful don’t you?” Her stare flickered to his face, piercing and challenging him.
“Y-yes.” Tavros answered, grimacing as cold, metal fingers traced the rough bumps of keratin along his ribs. “I’m, uh, just confused how this is being useful?”
“Given you’re a worthless cripple there isn’t much use for you in terms of strength,” Tavros flinched at her cold tone, looking down at his chest as she continued to tear into him, “I’d never consider you an equal. Not even worth as canon fodder in my future army.” Vriska’s cold hand bit into his sides, drawing a whine from Tavros as stinging pain and a tingling buzz flooded through his torso. “So obviously, you’ll need to be useful in other ways.” She leaned down, tangled hair falling over his face and chest, and captured one of his collarbones between her teeth.
“And since you’re far from reaching god tier, you’ll need to serve me in other ways.”
Tavros could feel the words against his skin more than he could hear them, the soft brushes of Vriska’s lips tickled his neck and made his mind go blank for a moment. Her roaming hands continued to work across his body, groping and squeezing and producing more bursts of sensation that felt so much more than he could remember. He felt Vriska slide up to his cheek, taking his ear between her teeth and tugging. A high pitched gasp left his lips and Tavros felt his body jolt involuntarily. Vriska snickered and her breath ghosted across the tender skin of his ear, he felt her fangs tug on his ear lobe before suckling the skin gently, kissing and biting slowly and deliberately. Tavros felt his body shiver, his body going still below his hips despite how much he wished he could move. His hands were frozen, clenched into fists at his sides. He felt nails drag lightly over the skin of his neck summoning goosebumps in their wake. Vriska’s metal hand raked across his chest leaving scratches in their wake. He could feel beads of blood pooling sluggishly in the hot bed of scratches.
Vriska pulled away slowly from the others now flushed ear, wetting her lips before she continued her slow assault of the low blood, lips connecting to his collarbone and drawing bruises to the skin. She felt Tavros writhe underneath her body, back arching slightly as she sucked marks into his skin, tremors sliding down his body and stopping abruptly at his waist. She took note of the occasional twitch of his hips as a sign of promise in her endeavor. Perhaps his fall did not leave him completely and totally useless to her after all.
Vriska dragged her hands downwards, settling her grasp on the others hips, squeezing and rubbing her palms into the others prominent hipbones. She could hear Tavros begin to stammer something out but ignored him, leaning forwards to crush their lips together. Tavros swore that his lips were bruising with how hard Vriska pushed against his mouth, forcing the back of his neck to press against the chair. His hands clutched at her shoulders, pushing weakly as he felt the air in his lungs quickly escaping leaving him dizzy. Mercifully, Vriska parted a mere inch, listening as Tavros greedily wolfed down air before she once again captured his mouth. She sucked his tongue into her own mouth, pinning his tongue with her own as she explored his mouth. Tavros felt helpless against the onslaught, feeling her press and push and bite his bottom lip. Blood trickled down onto his chin and he whined into the others mouth but was met with only more harsh kisses that left him dizzy and breathless.
Tavros startled into the others mouth as he felt Vriska suddenly grind down onto his hips. The sensation was dull and distant, a faint memory of a feeling rather than anything. He had some sensation still left below his waist but not much, anything from his knees and downward was practically deadweight. But his waist area seemed to retain some feeling, not much, but enough to entertain Vriska apparently. Her face lit up with surprise and a giddy curiosity as she fixed her gaze down to Tavros’ crotch. He felt his face heat up and moved his hands to cover himself. Vriska caught his wrists in her own hands giving him a wolfish grin.
“Don’t be shy now, Tavros.” She chided, releasing his hands and instead curling her fingers into the waistband of his pants. Tavros flinched and stared on in fear as her hands pried at his pants. He knew where this road lead and he knew that Vriska would be disappointed by his performance. Yes he still had a modicum of feeling but it wasn’t 100% and the end result left him feeling more ashamed and upset than if he had lost all function entirely.
“Lift up.” Vriska commanded. Tavros felt his bloodthumper race away, mind whirling at how to get ahead of the oncoming humiliation.
“Uh, er, Vriska I-I need to tell you first, I, uh-“
“Fucking lift or can you not even follow simple directions now.” She snapped, lips curled into a dangerous snarl that killed any fighting words left in Tavros’ mouth. With reluctance he steadied his arms and heaved his limp lower half up for Vriska to yank his pants and underwear down. Even though the torrent of laughter was expected, its anticipation did not make the blow hurt any less. Tavros felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes as he stared dejectedly down at his lap. His tentabulge writhed weakly, half deflated and jelly like. Vriska covered her mouth with her hand but that did nothing to muffle the mocking laughter as she eyed the half-hard bulge beneath her.
“I should’ve known better than to get my hopes up.” Vriska sneered, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye as the laughter fizzled out. “Of course a broken troll would have a useless, broken bulge.” She jabbed a finger at the offending lump and Tavros jumped, the dull prod feeling like an open wound in the face of her mockery. Vriska sighed and lifted herself onto the hood of the rocket chair briefly, dragging her pants down in a smooth motion.
“Well with that let down I guess we’ll just have to put your mouth to use.” Vriska stated, pulling her underwear down and allowing her own imposing bulge to spring free. Tavros flushed, unable to avoid mentally comparing himself and Vriska. He stared envious of Vriska’s lively anatomy, watching the cobalt tentacle twirl and squirm for friction as his own tentabulge lay limply in his lap, wriggling weakly. This train of thought did not last long as Vriska sharply yanked Tavros by the hair, guiding his face to her pelvis. Vriska gave him a wicked smile, teeth glinting in the fading sunlight, her legs spread to trap him on either side. Tavros looked up nervously, Vriska’s tentabulge pressed against his cheek, assaulting his nose with that wet, coppery scent.
“Be useful, Pupa.” Vriska purred, carding a hand through the others hair gently. Tavros stifled a keening sound at the hint of praise in her voice and opened his mouth dutifully. The tentacle eagerly invaded his open mouth, diving into Tavros’ throat and forcing a choke out of him. Tavros gripped his knees tightly, forcing himself to relax around the appendage. Vriska smiled down in amusement, watching as Tavros squeezed his eyes shut, slowly opening them as he relaxed his throat. His lips were slick with blue-tinged slime and his cheeks hollowed out around her. She admittedly enjoyed the image and tugged her bottom lip between her teeth in satisfaction. She traded places with her metal hand burying in Tavros’ messy hair and bringing her still organic hand down between her legs to her nook. She teased herself gently, sucking air between her teeth as ripples of pleasure spread out and into her stomach.
Vriska rolled her hips into the clutch of Tavros’ mouth, eliciting a muffled protest from the other. His watery eyes flicked up to her face with hesitation and Vriska felt a pulse of heat rush up her spine seeing him so nervous. She brought her hand away from her nook and wiped her fingers on her thigh before settling her grip into Tavros’ hair. The low blood looked about as nervous as one could with a bulge stuffed in their mouth. His arms tensed as he squeezed his fists in anticipation.
“Relax,” Vriska scolded him, grabbing fistfuls of soft hair, “this won’t hurt…much.” Punctuating her assurance with a wild grin she began to rut into Tavros’ mouth, her pelvis meeting his nose with every thrust forward. Tavros choked and gagged at the sudden brutal pace, his throat feeling scrapped raw as Vriska fucked his mouth with abandon. His hands shot to grab her thighs for support, nails digging into her soft flesh. His head felt dizzy, shaking all thoughts from his mind, as Vriska dragged his head up and down her length at breakneck speed. Drool and slurry dripped from Tavros’ chin and stuck to his cheeks as Vriska thrusted hard and fast and unconcerned with Tavros.
Vriska bit down on her bottom lip to keep herself composed. Her body felt like it was on fire, her bulge engulfed in the delicious heat of the low blood’s mouth. Tavros was being very well behaved, mouth opened as wide as possible for her to ram into, making lewd, wet, smacking sounds as she drew her spit-slicked groin away before plunging back in. His eyes were shut and nose scrunched, lips swollen with friction and coated in his own saliva. Drool dripped onto his lap and strings of it dangled and swung from her bulge as she continued to rut into his mouth. The entire ordeal was unbelievably sloppy-just how Vriska preferred.
“Such a perfect hole for me to use.” Vriska purred, voice breathless. Tavros whimpered around the bulge in his mouth, his hands tightening on her thighs for a moment at the praise. She grinned, eager to press this button over and over and over. She wanted to listen to Tavros whine and beg for the smallest modicum of praise and kindness she offered, even if she was praising his ability to be a toy for her. She studied the way his shoulders shivered at the praise, that shiver moving slowly down his back.
“At least you have this useful mouth of yours for me.” Vriska said, dragging Tavros down to meet her pelvis. She heard him gasp and struggle beneath her but did not relent, too keen on chasing the high she was soon approaching. Suddenly struck with inspiration, Vriska moved one of her shoes to press against Tavros’ limp tentabulge. The low blood jolted at the sudden pressure, the dull ache sending him shuddering. He felt the tentabulge in his mouth dive into his throat, stretching his mouth wide. Vriska pressed harder onto his lap, drawing a ragged gasp that was muffled by her face-fucking. Her breathing had turned rough and loud, her grip white knuckled in his hair and pulling stinging pinpricks to his scalp as she thrusted up into his mouth. One-two-three-four Vriska slammed Tavros’ head down to bury into the softness of her pelvis as her bulge engulfed his throat. Her hands gripped tight in his hair and her foot jerked and pressed even harder onto Tavros. Tavros sputtered, feeling the thing pulse and spill thick slurry down into his stomach, forcing him to swallow it all down. As Vriska finished, the intense pressure on his groin pushed him over the edge and a warm buzz washed over him, causing his neglected tentabulge to spurt weakly across his thighs.
Vriska pulled her foot away quickly with a grimace, eyeing the drops of bronze liquid dotting her red converse. With her vice grip released, Tavros drew away from her, panting and coughing as blue slurry dribbled down his chin and pooled in his mouth. He wiped his mouth weakly, blood rushing to his cheeks as he looked down at the ruined mess of his shirt. He was too tired to feel the deep shame he knew would come later, electing to collapse against the back of his chair and stare up at the pastel sky.
“Gross,” Vriska hissed, wiping off the offending secretions on her shoes, “you owe me a new pair”.
Unable to muster the energy to argue, Tavros gave her a weak thumbs up before his hand collapsed back against his side. He heard Vriska snort even amidst the blood thundering in his ears and the rasping of his own breath.
“Being useful feels pretty good, huh?” She mused, brushing his hair out of his eyes. A swirl of confusing emotions bubbled up inside Tavros as he thought over her question. The feeling of being used, the pride of being useful in some way, the feeling of acceptance, the wanting for companionship, the feeling that only Vriska was honest with him even if she were cruel to him.
But Tavros was far too spent to give much thought to these feelings and so he pushed them aside for later, nodding slowly and closing his eyes to rest, wishing to fall asleep with Vriska combing gently through his hair.