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|Chapter One| "Fuzzy, Hazy, Alive."
The last few things Gamzee Makara remembered was being torn in half and then absorbed into Lord English. His mind and sense of self faded and gave way. His body, a puppet used for really anything. He felt himself formed and reshaped into energy not to be used by his own free will. As his lingering self floated in a seemingly endless purgatory. His gentle thoughts hidden behind the monster he now was, soothed him. 'It's always been this way, wicked motherfucker.' It hurt to think about. But it was all he could do. 'being the born Messiah. Learning all that you'd be learning there. The beatings, repeatings, the same thoughts droned into your think pan. Motherfucker was made for this.' He wasn't sure if it was actually true. But part of himself believed it. This line of thinking pulled forth his host's memories. They flash as if they were his own. The Lord of time had sat down and planned his species' corruption. It started with his very own ancestor. A child just like him is swayed towards the wrong options. That version of his ancestors had used his mind tricks to push his teammates into abandoning their lives to create his own. From there it was history. Alternia, his home was altered by cosmic hands into a cruel home. As it continued like a reel of film he saw flashes of those same hands corrupting Earth, and then Earth A, and finally once he could no longer affect the strongest around him. The being chose him to settle its permanent hold. Much like the other trolls that were used and discarded Gamzee had been chosen merely because of how isolated he was made to be. His friends feared him, the constant drug abuse, his crippling loneliness that seemed to worsen with each sweep. Once the person who had been closest to him passed he had no one else but a puppet literally controlled by the one person who sought to use him. So with that being his only source of comfort it was no wonder the forces of evil left its mark onto his mind and body. The fuzzy bits of himself were dissolving slowly. Compared to the haze of pain that his life had been, this final act of erasure hurt the most. It was as if the one in control was merely wishing for him to fade away. Once again he gave in. Gamzee gave every atom of his half to the one person who wanted it most. The Lord of time. The destroyer of the universe. Flashes of Gamzee's life plagued his haze. The first time his lusus abandoned him for a full month. Then the next was when his beloved Tavros became paralyzed. He wished he could've done something. But as quick as the thought floated into existence another took its place. The game and the destruction of his home planet and universe. The years floating on a space rock rejected by the ton. The murders, romantic betrayals, the endless darkness from the time he spent in the fridge, how Lord English's voice lured and steered every decision. It was as if he was watching his life through a screen flicking through TV channels. His mind finally realized he was! His memories and Lord English blurred the line so finely that he couldn't tell he was viewing through the eyes of the younger Lord. His non-existent heart aches seeing the small green boy. How he led and guided the beloved destroyer into his adulthood. His final thought as Gamzee Makara was how grateful he wasn't tossed away by the one who led him down this wretched path. How long he spent in that strange limbo of life and death, the troll would never know. Because of that he couldn't even be reborn into the few undestroyed dream bubbles. He merely temporarily became a part of the god he worshipped so damned feverishly. But eventually the being who he believed in so faithful ended up losing the final battle. After the years passed on Earth C Gamzee felt himself slowly but surely coming too. After the heroes killed Lord English his contents exploded back outwards into the universe. Gamzee's literal mind and half body with it. Through the great cosmic joke of this new universe, his two severed halves plopped out of the narrative in one whole piece. He wasn't sure how long it took for his memories and sense of self to eventually return. But slowly it drained back into his head and breath came into his lungs for the first time in four entire sweeps. His unaged body merely looked eleven sweeps. Though his true age would be more around thirteen sweeps if he was able to age in the stasis he had been held within.
As Gamzee slowly came too he finally made noise. A soft groan escaped his lips as his eyes flittered open. The sunshine blinded him and he for a moment wondered if he was finally going to join the after life. Instead they adjusted and he found himself staring into a blue sky with fluffy white clouds. Trees lurched over him as if they were there to shield him from the world. The green grass he laid in was plush and floral. It was truly beautiful. 'Maybe I did pass on somewhere better' was the first thought that came to him. Closing his eyes once more he merely laid there motionless. He didn't want to move in case he would vanish as slowly as he had appeared. Only Gamzee didn't vanish into nothingness, nor did Lord English push at his mind. He slept until he awoke again hungry and thirsty for the first time..well however long it's been! Pulling himself from the ground he merely sauntered further into the wilderness. At first he struggled to find much of anything. The animals could sense his blood lust and stayed away. But unfortunately for a lil deer that was sleeping in a bush Gamzee had spotted it. He almost froze in place. Eyes glinting in the moonlight. Adrenaline and every instinct raged at the troll to pounce. Checking his inventory he found he literally had nothing. He didn't care. Stalking closer and closer. His heart pounded wildly. He pounced onto the unsuspecting animal. It let out a short lived cry as Gamzee sunk his sharp teeth into its throat. With little effort he just ripped it out and spat the raw jugular out his mouth. Staring at the beautiful red that leaked from the animal he smiled. "Motherfucking amazing." He paused his admiration to focus on how exactly he wanted to consume the creature. After minutes of thinking he just decided he'd eat it as is. It wasn't as if he had fire making supplies! Crouching down he used his claws to cut away hunks of still warm flesh. He eventually just sat in the bloodied grass and feasted. He didn't know how much he'd miss eating until he had a mouth once more. About an hour passed since Gamzee started to hungrily devour his prey. All that was left was the lower hind legs, and the upper legs and head. He had polished off most of the organs and back flesh. He swallowed his last few mouthfuls and decided now would be a good time to pause and paint. He frowned that he only had one rust colored source. But the purple blood fellow would make due. Selecting a decent sized tree he globbed some of the blood into his hand. He used his thumb to make a straight line, then the legs, head, and finally tail. "Hells yeah. Getting the paint on." He murmured. He continued to paint the scene. It was the deer he had just devoured and the forest. Stepping back he admired his craftsmanship. It wasn't as good as when he had a real canvas. But for his first painting in so long, this was a great first step towards becoming closer to being himself again.
After he got his eat on he sought out water next. He walked for hours in an aimless manner. He eventually found a babbling brook and he eagerly lapped up the water. The feeling of it against his throat was soothing and helped ease his body. He pulled back with a satisfied sigh. Looking up it was dark. The time he had no way of knowing. He merely existed once more. Finally now that he was no longer exhausted, starved, and dehydrated he finally sat down and hugged his knees. Staring up at the night sky he let his mind wander. His heart squeezes a bit when he realizes he is alone again. Swallowing thickly he laid back onto the rocks. They dug into him uncomfortably and he leaned in as the gentle ache helped ground him. He focused on the twinkle of the stars, the bright full moon, how the brook gently trickles by. Eventually the small brief moment passed and he found himself trembling in the darkness. Fear and silence had worked its way into his heart. It started slow, with small ideas. Thoughts that fizzled out like embers blown away from the fire. But one thought in particular set ablaze the carefully protected garden of his mind. 'He was alone. No master, no friends, I'm nothing.' His hands clenched uselessly around air as the first sob wracked through his body. 'He was a fucking alive with nothin! Just spat out by the vast joke.' Rolling onto his side he curled up. He failed his mission. He tried to pull in a shuttering breath. But another sob pushed past his lips. *'He fucking failed me!'* rage filled his panic. But as quick as it came it went. He just couldn't actually believe it was over. Or maybe it wasn't. He didn't know which one would be worse! If it was over everything he did was basically just to serve and die for Lord English. If it wasn't it, meant his short time away from the Lord of time would merely be temporary. He would be pushed to give everything he had over. His hands covered his head. But he had nothing to give to his master anymore. Another strangled cry left him as he just tried to make sense of himself. Eventually after the moon had started to dip into the sky and he'd cried himself to calm once again. He knew he had a puffy tear streaked face but it didn't matter as he laid there. Taking in his final shuttering breath he relaxed. The anxiety finally broke free from his body leaving him feeling exhausted. Closing his eyes slowly he shivered at the cold that he could finally feel. Curling up as tight as he could he willed himself to try and rest. Hopefully like Alternia he'd be cooked by the sunrise. But as he faded into sleep he knew that he'd probably be just fine. The moon waned while the sun rose as another bright morning started. Eventually the sun made its way over the treeline and blared light into the Trolls eyes. He rolled over and grumbled a bit as his eyes opened to slits. His head ached from dehydration and he just crawled over to the creek greedily drinking. The blood soaked shirt bleeds into the water causing it to taste of iron. He just sat up and decided he should probably clean up in some way. Looking down, most of his body had some sort of blood on him. Between killing, sitting in the grass, and eating he was thoroughly disgusting. 'Motherfucker needs some ablutions!' he thought.
He slipped off his T-shirt and plopped it into the water. Next was his shoes and socks. They went in next to his shirt. Then finally his pants and boxers. Gamzee was fully nude. Not that it mattered in the middle of nowhere. The water was already running red. With the addition of his pants it made the water a murky color. He crouched down and squeezed the water out. He then dunked it back in and repeatedly swished it around. He continued the process of ringing the fabrics, and then dunking them back in until they finally ran clear. Once satisfied he laid his belongings out on some sunny rocks. He hoped that they'd dry quickly. Looking down at himself he grimaced. The blood and grime was literally all fucking over him. Shaking his head he strode back over to the water. He paused, catching himself in the warbled reflection. He gently touched his face as he crouched closer. Tracing the deep diagonal lines he hummed. He felt..nothing in the memory of her attacking him. His eyes snap up to his new prey. She had pounced at him from the air duct. Her eyes were wild and bent on revenge for the killing of her moirail. A single hand reaches forward to catch her wrist. Pulling her hand and claws closer he drug the weapon across his face. Her hand gripped them with all her might. Then her little wrist snapped and she mewled in pain. Tossing her like a rag doll he laughed at her scrambling. He just closed in. His long legs had him at her side in mere seconds. Bringing down his weighted juggling club he ended her life quickly. Mercifully. Dutifully. It was easy to do his job..blinking he realized he had been just staring blankly as his reflection. Swiping his hand through the water he watched himself break apart and come back together after the flow steadied. He huffed and stood, readying himself to enter the cold creek. Gamzee shuttered as it washed over his feet and ankles. He trudged into the deepest part which sat right below his knee. 'Motherfucker is colder than motherfuck!' he thought. Sighing he plopped into the water unceremoniously. Even when sitting it only went over his lower abdomen. Tall people problem he supposed. He just started to rub himself free of grime. His body was already shivering from the water sapping away his warmth. Huffing he just leaned back and dunked his head in. He just massaged his hair free of any blood. Popping back up moments later he had to wipe away his hair. Usually it was very fluffy and wild. But when wet it was decently long from the weight. He decided it was probably time to get out of the water. Standing he quickly clambered out of the creek. Settling himself next to his clothes he just let the sun slowly warm and dry his skin. He just watched his surroundings curiously. The birds that chirped and flitted about entertained him. He settled into comfortable silence as the morning ever so slowly shifted into the early afternoon. He slowly let his legs shift and straighten from his arms. He had been hugging them for..well probably a few hours and his body aches. Groaning as he stretched backwards and he sighed. He patted his clothes to see if they were dry and they weren't. He just shrugged and slapped them onto his body. They were cold and damp. But to Gamzee it simply didn't matter. Gathering up his socks and shoes he popped them on and decided to simply follow the stream downwards. At first it was an easy walk with a scenic route. The birds chirped, and squirrels did their dance in the trees. Flowers bloomed nearly everywhere he looked. Strange nuts and berries caught his attention. He was tempted to eat them but ultimately decided against it. It became thicker as he got further and further from the rocky clearing. He didn't let it deter him as he pushed forwards. But about three hours in, Gamzee was getting very hungry. The bushes were so thick against the creek he was struggling to walk through. He had a choice to make. Continue, or stop.
Gamzee's stomach growled loudly in protest. It twinged and demanded attention. Sighing he scanned the area for a place to settle down for the rest of the day. He spotted a tiny space amongst the wild chaos of the forest. Fighting his way through the branches he stumbled into it. It was grassy, thankfully. He just took some time to pull up some medium sized bushes and made a makeshift shelter out of them. Piling and weaving them around the small area until he was satisfied with the bushy contraption he made. Then he left it to start hunting. He went in a straight line deeper in. He was struggling to find much of anything. The deer last night seemed to be a blessing since now all he can find are squirrels. He decided he'd just have to settle for them. At first he tried to catch them by hand and quickly he discovered those little fuckers were fast! He was quickly becoming disgruntled. "YOU STUPID RATS!" He roared. He punched the tree, splintering the bark off of it. He breathed heavily and tried to relax and think about this situation logically. After a few minutes of brain storming he decided he would try and throw rocks at them. He found a small rock and tried throwing it at an unsuspecting squirrel. With the force and speed he was able to throw it the rock acted as a pellet gun. He felt proud of himself as he went and collected the body that had fallen from the tree. He searched for more rocks. But by the time he found them the rest had run away. Sticking them in his pocket he just slowly made his way towards his bush camp. It took him a little bit to get back since he had gotten his walk on. He was feeling less proud of his measly squirrel. But it was still a small miracle. Making his way into the fortified center he just settled down and just looked at the now dead furry creatures. He wished he had the ability to craft a fire. But it wasn't something he knew how to do. He once again tore into the raw flesh. The squirrel was much more crunchy. Its little bones ground to much needed calcium and protein. He first ate the tail since it was fluffy. He just scarfed down while trying to not think about the fur tickling his throat. Then the legs and torso went next. He thought it was much more enjoyable. The meat was earthy and reminded him of a cluck beast. Plus these parts had a bit less fur and more to fill his belly. He spit out a few larger bones and ate the rest. The head that was left over was stripped of all the flesh the troll could get from it. Then he threw the leftover as far as he could. But it hit a nearby tree with a 'Thwack'. He just leaned back against the grass and licked his fingers clean. He couldn't waste any bit of this precious nutrition left on his fingers. While at first this world seemed a paradise, he was figuring out that it was much harsher than he originally thought.
The day slowly went by and Gamzee sat there listening for more animals. Hours ticked by until he spotted it. A strange looking creature. It was like a meow-beast. Only grey and black fur. Its slender face was pointed down with a little back nose that led up into a black and white fur mask. It was too busy picking at the squirrel's skull to notice that Gamzee was lurking closer. He examined it more, noting its cute little striped tail, and fat tiny body. He didn't waste much more time before he pounced on the unsuspecting animal. He made short work of its life by wringing its neck. 'Gamzee was sat upon a jar so large it could fit a sperm whale. Inside held his lusus suspended in a cocktail of chemicals to prevent his decay. His Goat-dad sat with him in the jar. Him on top while he kicked his feet. Finally they were together. He fiddled with the red glasses he stole from his current obsession. His spiteful teal blood, all cute n shit. Someone he could lead. But that wasn't why he had been here. There was someone else who demanded his deepest hatred. A wicked motherfucker who was blind to the truth. He finally looked at the other troll coming closer. Equius Zahhak's cracked sunglasses hid most of the emotion behind them. But the blue blooded troll could not hide the sweat that dripped down his neck and muscular arms. He opened his mouth to speak as he squinted into the darkness Gamzee sat within. "Ah, it's you Pyrope." Gamzee held back the wicked laughter threatening to escape him. Equius could only make out the red of the glasses. Not the troll wearing them. "Have you seen the High blood about? Pardon. 'Smelled' him?" The memory is much too faded to remember the rest of what he had said. Or what he himself said in return. But slowly it came back. Parts that he remembered best. Gamzee gripped the bow beside him before responding " I TOLD YOU TO MOTHERFUCKING KNEEL, MOTHERFUCKER!" The madness that drove him to such depravity seemed so close to him now.. The lower blooded troll went to draw his bow. However Gamzee was much faster than the muscular troll below. The purple prince drew his stolen bow back and fired an arrow straight into Equius's knee. He kneeled. The blue blood yelped in pain. It rang out into the empty room like a gentle warning to the sweet cat girl watching in the vents. Gamzee pushed himself from the ledge and landed with a thud. Equius started to tremble as sweat profusely ran from his body. Gamzee just laughed manically before he broke the bow in two. In one fluid motion he wrapped it around the troll's neck and pulled tight until he could no longer. His face turned blue as he merely offered more of himself to Gamzee. He found it pleasing to watch as the troll easily gave into his rage.' He silently watched as the raccoon suffocated in his hands. He was lost in his mind. Unaware of reality until the little creature gave up.* He blinked slowly as his glazed eyes came back to focus. His vice grip had crushed its throat and its body was slack. He took a shuttering breath as the feelings of his past washed over him. His stomach growled before he could get lost inside his recollection once more. He dug in much like his other prey. He preferred his meals warm and without a fire this was his compromise. He didn't particularly enjoy the taste of the raccoon. It was gamey and fatty. But he continued to crunch away regardless. Much like the squirrel, all that was left of the poor beast was its head. That too was stripped of all edible and tossed far away for scavengers to eagerly consume.
The morning came in a blur. Gamzee had been plagued with feverish nightmares. Some of when he was trapped in the fridge. Others glimpses of who he used to be. A bard of rage playing the fool for his master. His eyes cracked open at what he assumed was noon. The sun was blaring hot waves of nausea onto the troll. He groaned as he smacked his dry lips as he just started to make his way towards the creek. It took what felt like forever. Even though it was a brisk 10 minute walk. He just crouched down and greedily drank his fill. He let out a satisfied huff before standing up and stretching. He was already very hungry. The two tiny critters only helped him not starve. He wanted to feel full. He figured he should just follow the creek as it flowed steadily downwards. Grimacing as he noticed the path from here on out was much more unforgiving. He just shook his head and started to follow the babbling brook once more. He was walking so much slower than before. Having to duck and weave his horns through thick branches. His arms are assaulted by anything that dares to snag onto his skin. It was just annoying at first. But after a few hours it was draining. He had to persist. How else would he find his new hive? He had plans to maybe take over a cave system like his ancestors used too. Or perhaps he'd make a cabin from logs. He just kept himself entertained with the ideas. Maybe he'd live near the sea again..'He was almost 3 sweeps old.(6yrs), his birthday was coming up and was texting his BFF Tavros about it. He was interrupted when his sea serpent-goat lusus had bellowed from the beach front. Gamzee almost couldn't hear it. The soper pie (drugs) he ate when food stores got all empty dulled his most basic senses. Giggling as he stepped on a horn. The loud Honk just made his grin widen. Stumbling out of his hive he ran up and hugged the beast. It leaned down and nuzzled his chest, nearly knocking him down. The lusus dropped a dead sea-beast and grunted at him. Gamzee knew it was food. "Can you stay with me Dad?" His tiny voice squeaked. Something in the fierce beast softened and it made a gentle coo. Gamzee's chest ached as the familiar excuse of having to go guard the waters came to his ears. "Pleaaaaaaseee? It's motherfuckers hatching day soon. I just want to play a game with you pleaseee!" He begged, giving the biggest puppy dog eyes he could. Goat -dad snorted before he suddenly pushed Gamzee onto his back. He laughed happily as he gripped onto his horns. Without waiting to see if he was properly holding on the lusus pushed off into the sea. It swam as fast as its serpent body could push. The wind whipped around Gamzee as he just could not stop laughing and giggling like a wriggler. His guardian stopped just before they got too far and they stared at alternia's two moons. It was an amazing night. Gamzee clung onto his lusus tightly. "I.. care for you so much." He whispered into the goat's ear. His lusus didn't respond and merely allowed them the moment. He didn't know how long they swam together.* But eventually the sun threatened to rise over the horizon and he was taken home. He said his good bye as his beloved father figure swam away and left him alone. ' It was a memory held close to his heart. It was one of the few moments his lusus and him shared together. It hurt to think about how he'd be left for a few sweeps or more. Living off of soper since it was brought by drones to his home. Plus it soothed him in ways nothing else could. Pausing his brain, and the trauma inflicted onto him. He just shook his head as he continued to trample through the woods. He had to focus on moving. Not reminding himself of times long past.
After a long tramp through the woods he popped out onto a sand bar. He blinked as he examined his new surroundings. It was a grand lake! The way the sun was gently setting allowed the sky to take on hues of pink and purple over the mountain ridge. It caused Gamzee to freeze in awe. The water spanned farther than he could see as it bent around the mountains. In the middle was an impressive island. It was a fucking miracle! It was almost like his ocean. He hummed a happy carnival tune and walked around the edge of the lake. Both taking in the view and searching for a spot to hunker down for the night. Eventually he spotted a small cave that formed in a rock not too far off. It was a short hike up a steep hill and he peers inside. It was dry and decently empty. A few spiders and moss made their home inside. But Gamzee didn't mind one bit. He merely just started to kick out rocks and started the process of making it comfortable. He left and started to search for something to make it more habitable. He didn't find much. But he made do as he just started to create something akin to a nest with leaves and branches. By the time he was satisfied it was dark out. He sat at the edge of the cave staring upwards at the star spackled sky. His heart felt full for a brief moment. The beauty of the new world over taking him. Taking in a deep breath he just relaxed against the rocky surface. 'Motherfucker can make a home here.' he thought as he watched the moon slowly rise higher in the sky. He didn't know how long he sat there in awe. But when he went to bed the moon had started to dip over the mountain ridge. He just stood up and stretched before heading inwards towards his new home. Crawling into the leafy nest he did his best to get comfortable as sleep slowly came to him.'They believed the occasional heat brought to a high blood was merely a blessing. Something given to the mortals still toiling away. Gamzee had been chosen to honor this gift. His name had been drawn and he knew he had a duty to uphold within his church. In the darkest carnival deep pleasure was to be had at all times. But even with that knowledge his nerves made his heart race. Three young rust blood girls knocked at his door and had led him into a chamber. "Please undress." The eldest gently instructed. He did what was asked and was led into a hot bath filled with scents and oils. Two of the three small slaves washed and massaged his body. The eldest girl's hands brushed and pruned his hair. They were gentle and methodical. Once Gamzee was softened he was asked to come out. He hesitated, his heart racing a bit. "..thank you." He whispered to them. But the three who tended to him never said a word back. Draping him in purple shear silky cloth he shivered. The mirror in front of him showed him just how exposed he was. The fabric barely covered what was needed. Heat rose to his cheeks as one of the girls grabbed his hand and started to lead him from the room. Pausing at the door as they gently draped a face covering. It concealed his identity even though his name had been drawn publicly. It allowed him a bit of grace as he was led through the halls of the church and into the dark candle lit room. He was deposited on a plush bed in the center. A different slave came in with a drink. They said nothing as they offered it. Gamzee drank it without question. It was fruity and bubbly. He set the cup back onto the tray and they left him alone. Colorful blood murals painted Picasso like paintings. Trolls performing animalistic rituals of lust and body. His eyes wondered as he became more nervous. He wasn't sure he was able to fulfill his duty the way he was supposed to.
Eventually the troll in question walked in. He had seen her before. Her name was Karina Karkav. A strong purple bloodline. Her body was flush and a small sheen of sweat glinted in the light. She was tall and curvy. A bit older then Gamzee. She was wearing nothing but gold jewelry. Bright blue blood painted onto her body. Words and ritual rights to give her the strength she needed. Her need dripped from her thighs as she stalked over to Gamzee. He hadn't been given any instructions and was sitting stiffly on the bed. The veil allowed him to look at her without the shame he otherwise would have. She let out a hungry purr as her eyes scanned over his barely concealed body. Compared to her muscular frame he was pitiful. Dainty almost as all he had to his build was height. But while he was sitting it meant nothing as she stepped closer. "FUCK motherfucking amazing. You're a fucking miracle made to be fucked" Karina hissed through pointed teeth. His stomach twisted as she leaned down to breathe him in. Her hand gently pulled away the veil. Gasping seeing his beautiful face she couldn't help but rub her hand against his cheek. "I-I've never done this." He replied a tad breathlessly. His body felt flush as whatever was in the drink started working. He wasn't sure how to exactly feel as she crawled onto the bed with him. He couldn't help it as his eyes traveled down the slope of her breasts. She leaned back allowing him to examine all of her. He was thankful she wasn't rushing him. "It's okay sweetheart. I'm not here to punish you~" she purred. She was slick as her nook glimmered with sheer purple. Her own thick bulge was already hard. Gamzee shuttered at the implication of punishment. Thankful that this was a sacred ordeal. He could feel his own bulge stir with new found need as she shifted forwards. ”Can I touch you?" She whispered. He couldn't form the words as he helplessly nodded. He felt too hot. A strange burning desire fogged his brain. She just laughed at him as she pushed him down by his chest. Hungrily she licked her lips as she took him in. He was on his back, his legs splayed enough to catch a glimpse at his wet nook through the sheer fabric he wore. Her sharp claws merely shredded the useless cloth and Gamzee shuttered once again as the cold air hit his feverish skin. She started by just running her hands against his sensitive flesh. He shivered as her fingers danced across his chest and slowly slithered downwards.
He gasped when they found his thighs. She squeezed them gently, earning a whine from Gamzee. He would've felt embarrassed if his body didn't seem to embrace it. His bulge had slipped fully out as it coiled against itself. The she-troll just leaned down and took the appendage into her mouth. Gamzee's hip bucked upwards as he hissed in pleasure. Karina's hands just pushed his hips firmly against the bed, not allowing him any control. He tried to control his breathing but his gut tightened as he felt so close to release. He helplessly gripped the fabric of the bed as she expertly swallowed his bulge. It squirmed and eagerly twisted inside her throat. "I-I can't!" He came hard as a mix between a moan and a garbled whimper forced its way out of him. Karina just slowly pulled away as she made sure to swallow every drop of his genetic material. He was desperately trying to catch his breath but she didn't waste much more time. "Gamzee I'm going to move you." She announced. Gripping his hips she flipped him over like he weighed nothing. He just allowed her, too spent to try and stop her. Her hands had started to massage his ass. He trembled and mewled as his body was already sensitive. "Gog's you're just fucking amazing!" She just helped him onto his knees and shoved pillows underneath him to force him to stay. She slowly lined herself up to his entrance. He could feel her bulge wiggle against his nook. He gasped and moaned softly as it teased and played with his sensitive slit. His legs trembled as the first few inches worked their way in. His already relaxed muscles helped at first with the stretch. But as she kept pushing he could feel himself being stretched impossibly so. He couldn't help the whimpers and whines that pitifully tumbled from his mouth.
Karina was only half way in but Gamzee was filled with as much as he thought he could take. "Such a good boy, you're doing so good" she murmured. Leaving kisses and bites along his neck. The bursts of pleasure helped his body unclench. Soon enough she started to press inwards again. Gently rocking her hips each thrust, he could feel her settled fully inside him. It started to coil and press into his sweetest spots. He was chirping and purring as each movement sent his body ablaze. His legs trembled as she pulled out the first time. Then she pushed back in with a fluid motion. He moaned loudly. Embarrassed, he buried his face into the pillow he was hugging. She just purred in response as she slowly did it again. "Don't be shy, my beautiful offering. Sing for me." She instructed. He couldn't respond as each time she methodically thrust Gamzee chirped and cried in pleasure. He could feel her quickly driving him towards his second orgasm. He came again, his seed spilling onto their sheets. She didn't stop. In fact the speed and force increased as the room became filled with the sounds of wet flesh slapping together and their grunts and moans. Gamzee didn't know how long she feverishly rutted into him until she pushed as far as she could and came deep inside him. He could only groan as his body shook through it. He felt so impossibly full with her pressing into him. She eventually pulled back and he sagged with relief as he felt her cum rush between his thighs. It just joined the mess already on the sheets. He closed his eyes and whimpered softly as he felt her gently move him onto his back. She got a good grip on his thighs as she settled between them. Her eyes glittered with joy as she looked down at him. He was a wreck, eyes half lidded and body nearly limp. He leaned into her hand as she gently scratched and pet his head. Closing his eyes he relaxed further into her touches. "Oh Gamzee you're too good for me" she praised. He went to open his eyes but it was far too bright.
Gamzee's eyes cracked open to the sun glinting through the cave entrance. The beam of light blinded him as he rolled over with a groan. He was hard and wet as hell with morning wood. Blush creeped up his neck as he recalled what caused it. He huffed softly as he guided his large bulge down to his nook. Shifting to his knees he wiggled down his pants. He shivered at the air hitting his exposed ass. His own tip slowly slipped in and he groaned. He recalled the memory as his bulge slowly started to thrust within him. 'Karina stopped petting him and lined up and pushed in without care. He shuttered around her as his already sensitive hole was filled again. Her grip on his thigh left thin scratches and cuts as she picked up her pace. Gamzee was slick with her previous loads and offered no resistance as she leaned down against him. "Such a good little slut. Cum again for me, my sweet boy." Her words cut through the fog. Her hand snakes around and starts to stroke his bulge. He just sang beautiful noises of pleasure for her as she continued to fuck the hell out of him.'* he was panting as his bulge pushed as far as it could. It eagerly thrusted trying to chase the feelings from the dream. His moans filled the cave as he could feel his core tightened. 'over and over she pailed him. Then she'd take the time to push Gamzee to cum. The repeated act left him covered in purple sticky cum. His voice was hoarse as he continued to softly make whines and whimpers. She had finally calmed down and yet he couldn't catch a break. Her hips shuttered again as she spilled a smaller load inside him. He just took it as he felt almost painfully full. Her soft kisses followed as she whispered more gentle praise as her rut continued. Her genetic material was pushed from him as her thrusts began to pick up again. ' He gasped his legs trembling fuck he was so close. His hands gripped the leaves around him. "Fuck I'm a good boy!" He whined as he came very hard. He gasped and huffed as he felt full of himself. He just laid in the awkward position as he tried to calm his heart rate. His mind felt fuzzy as he slowly curled back up. He was just going to relax this morning. He just laid in a daze as he enjoyed the afterglow of his wet dream mess.
Gamzee got up a little while later. He just kicked off his soiled pants and gathered the similarly slick leaves. He tossed them out of the cave. He shuffled back to his pants and brought them along as he strolled butt ass naked to the lake. It was a little bit warmer today and as he stepped into the cool water it felt good. He just decided to strip off his shirt and go for a swim. He waded further into the lake until it covered his waist. He took the time to clean up and remove any grime. The water turned a gentle purple until it faded away into the liquid mass. He just kept walking until eventually he couldn't touch anymore. He lazily paddled around until he just decided to float on his back. Closing his eyes he allowed himself to just become one with the water. Floating around aimlessly as he baked his front half in the sun. He just lazed about until his stomach rumbled angrily. He sighed trying to ignore the hunger panes. They persisted and he just decided to swim back to the shore. It didn't take him long and he got out and stretched. He supposed he should go try and hunt something delicious, but Gamzee paused instead looking at his now purple pants. Shrugging he grabbed them up and washed them out the best he could. Now he turned to face the forest again. 'gog why is hunting so inconvenient?' he wondered as he just started to walk around the lake. Something caught his eye as a fish flicked its tail through the water. He froze at the action. Then as a little bug flew over the water it happened again. Then again! He just closed his eyes and started to contemplate what he needed to do. A food and water source in one would be invaluable to him. He figured he could try something like a harpoon. He remembers Eridan bragging about fishing on Alterina's oceans. Looking around he eventually found a long pole-like stick. He snapped it off the tree effortlessly. 'Motherfucker is too blunt to do any stabbin.' he just started to chew on it. Spitting out splinters of wood as his sharp teeth whittled it into a spear. Once he felt it was pointy enough he looked back at the water. 'If I throw a motherfucker fast enough I could be getting my grub on that way' he nodded at the idea and he made his way over to the edge of the water. He waited and waited until a fish breached the surface. His muscles and mind worked as one fluid creature as he threw the spear with immense force. He definitely stabbed the poor soul as for a moment it flopped lamely before starting to sink. He marched into the water and swam over to retrieve his meal. When he grabbed it he gasped as it was much larger than he thought it would be. A land locked steel head large and fatty. His stomach growled again as he swam back to the sandy beach. He didn't even get out of the water, choosing instead to sit with his lap covered in the liquid. He ripped the fish free from the makeshift spear and salivated at the smell of the irony blood. Wasting no time he sunk his teeth into it. Taking a large bite from its body he crunched any bones he encountered. Everything was valuable to his stomach. His body knew the fish oils and minerals inside were vital to his survival. It made him eat and consume it with a sense of ferality. All that was left once he was done was a few bones and the spine. He just flicked it back into the water and leaned down to wash up. He stole a few big drinks of the lake water before finding his way back to his pants. He slipped them on wet and found his shirt next. Dressing himself he had to think about what he needed to do next. 'oh my nest is all fucked up.' he remembered. He shrugged and went off to find more bushes to steal the leaves off of. Gamzee was pleased with his new life ahead of him. He could see himself getting used to his life around here.