(21 votes) (4.71)
“You have GOT to be kidding me!” Jinks the Gremlin exclaimed, outraged. Arawn sighed patiently.
“No, I am not, as you put it, ‘kidding’.” He replied quietly.
“I am quite serious when I state that I need you to masturbate with one of these Chocolate Dildos.” He continued, holding one of the ‘Ported’ Dildos up in a hand so that she could see it. This time it was made of white chocolate.
“Preferably, in between a pair of the Teleportation Platforms.” He explained patiently, as Jinks focused on it momentarily, then shifted her attention back to him with a skeptical look.
“In plain sight, for everyone to watch?” she demanded. Arawn nodded, and continued.
(16 votes) (4.50)
The Great Maou, (thankfully) chose to change her line of query.
“Earlier you said you were created. Does that mean you were not … ‘born’?”
‘Thank you,’ I thought to myself. “I was born in the concept of being a creation yes. But I also know that is not what you mean.”
I leaned back to one side. “I am assuming that you mean ‘born’ as in the ‘old fashioned way’: carried inside a woman for several months?”
“Then no,” I mused half to myself, “I was not ‘born’ in that manner. I think I can guess what your next question will be. So, to save time, I will answer it as well. I was ‘born’ fairly much as you see me now; fully functional as an adult, physically at least.” Looking up I noticed that my answer seemed to have left her outraged.
“Then you never had a mother or a father? Someone to cling to, or care for you as you matured?” she asked incredulous.
“I was already grown up physically.” I said defensively, feeling a bit insulted. “My designers felt that there was no need for parental units since we came out as fully grown. I think what you are about to ask next is: came out of what?”
The Great Maou nodded shakily.
“For lack of a better term, an Alembic.”
(15 votes) (4.67)
Almost as if I were in a trance, I slowly uncocked the hammer on the .38 before opening up the cylinder, dumping out the bullets onto the countertop and setting the gun down in a drawer in front of me. A show of good faith on my part.
The wolf-girl still looked fairly young, but not so young that I felt the need to ask if I should call her parents or admonish her that it’s a school night.
For some reason, I somehow knew that this bluster and bravado about attacking and raping me after breaking in was just that- all talk.
“All right- so now that you’re here, what do you think is going to happen?” I ask.