Ouchie

When Aresenn quickly denied wanting to fuck the “old woman”, he couldn’t stop the cackle that left his jaws. Admittedly, hearing him say that was quite hilarious to the Saxe boy. But what he found even funnier, was his lack of knowledge about women fucking each other. “You're sheltered.” He taunted, before giving an explanation Aresenn probably didn't want. “Women go down on each other,” He started, as his tongue slipped out his jaws to slide across his lips in a crude, suggestive manner. “Just like we do to them,” The hair along his nape started to stand up, and he unknowingly pressed a but harder onto Aresenns wound. “Its the best shit ever.” Coming from his mouth, it seemed so casual and careless. But the only reason he knew about it, was because of his father had explained all of these things at such a young, vulnerable age. So it seemed so normal to him.

The conversation changed, and Aresenn continued to teach him about the history of the pirate pack. Something about sins, the king, and second in command. He didn’t say anything, just stood back to look over his work, which was sloppy but did the job. Then he let out a big yawn, and finally noticed the carved wood Aresenn had been messing with. “You keep playing with whatever that is.” He said as he bowed down into a stretch. “But I’m beat.” He turned then, going off to find somewhere to rest for the night.

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