Situations [Botch]

The little goblin didn't even know when she had nodded off. It must have been the booze, because she couldn't fathom why she'd fall asleep when there was a bleeding and unconscious Lochlann right next to her. Waking up to find out that his pillow was a not-moving body covered in a blood-soaked towel was probably not the way Loch usually woke up, but waking up to a naked panicking man in oven mitts was certainly new for Dorito too.

"This is... too kinky."

She tried to pull the towel over her head, then realizing that her shoulder really hurt, and that her blanket was a towel, and that her towel was stained red. "The fuck is this?" She sat up, groggy and shaky from what was clearly a powerful hangover. She noticed the scabby bite marks on her shoulder, the dried blood down her body, and Lochlann with blood and a panicked expression on his face. "Just what the heck did we get up to last night?"

She crawled out from under the towel, touching Lochlann's face, trying to rub some of the dried blood off with her thumb. "You got red on you..." Everything from the previous night was kind of blurry, she remembered being hornier than she had ever been before, she remembered rain, and she remembered getting off three times before things got blurry, and painful, and... She had to drag Loch into his own house 'cuz he hit his head. Aaaawkward.

Dorito found herself spreading her arms and legs as she was held in the air by a man wearing only oven mitts, proclaiming to the heavens how incredible it was that she survived a night with him. Extending her limbs was something she was doing almost unconsciously, her expression one of horror at the fact that she had been picked up and held like this to begin with.

"Please please please pelase please put me down."

Dorito could only squirm in Lochlann's grasp, not wanting to be held like this but also dangling quite precariously over his balcony, in full view of his neighbors. When he hugged her she let out a long 'squeak' like a dog's chew toy. However, Lochlann's reaction to her blood was VERY concerning. She dabbed some of the brown-red ooze seeping from the stinging wound in her shoulder, pressing her stained fingertip to Lochlann's skin, smearing her blood like maccabre finger painting, trailing it down a single ab of Lochlann's.

"Why's this hurting you?"

The fact that she had found herself covered in blood, hung over, and naked in the house of a similarly blood-stained, naked man seemed trivial now. Something kept making this degree of contact hurt Lochlann, and she wanted to figure out what. Even the fact that he was hard again, something Dorito often took as a signal for a much needed second round, was second to her morbid curiosity.

Dorito did seem quite out of it. The factors contributing to this include rigorous sex-related activities, an improper night's sleep, blood loss, and a hangover. The hangover was the worst of these, as Dorito swayed a bit while she was being dabbed at, occasionally trying to push the rag away from her shoulder. When it was confirmed to be a rather deep human sized bitemark, she groaned loudly. "That explains the pain but..." She poked Lochlann again, though this time without the blood-covered finger. "You're not a vampire, or you'd have caught fire from the sun or sparkled or something."

She sighed, eyeing him up. He looked strangely awkward, something about how he was wearing only oven mitts, looked as ragged as her, and was completely naked. Huh, wait, hold up. He was still hard. Dorito didn't notice it before but he was still somehow able to maintain an erection. Morning wood, the most powerful substance in the known universe.

Any attempts to remember what occurred last night merely conjured up images of some pretty intense lovemaking and a piercing migraine. It was hard to fully decipher what occurred. She remembered rain, being in the rain, a sudden sharp pain, Lochlann... hitting his head! Then it went blank as she tried to resuscitate him. Damn, things never got that rough before. Whatever he was, he was the only person around, her blood burned him, and if he moved to hug her he might put her eye out with that cock of his.

"Look... I'm hung over and dizzy. I'll take care of cleaning myself up if you make me some coffee and try and remember what happened last night, okay?" She poked Lochlann's erection as she spoke, a clean finger teasing the tip a bit as she spoke before grabbing the washcloth from him and started to scrub herself right there, wincing a bit as she lightly dabbed around the bite.

Dorito went into the bathroom as she heard his voice once more, the acoustics in the bathroom were pretty good as she called back. "Yep, my name is Dorito. Your name is... Lochlann, Right?" That was one memory that came back as Dorito stepped into the shower. Her height made showering interesting, she had to tug the shower head's chord until it pointed a bit further down before turning on the water. One of the upsides to being so small, though, was that her showers took half as long.

She tried her best to remember the night before as she scrubbed herself down, washing the dried blood off and cleaning herself up as best as she could. She very gingerly worked around the bite-mark, noting how deep it was. She did remember him biting her, but the way he reacted, screaming and burning and falling back... What had she gotten herself into? After she'd cleaned herself up, she stepped out of the shower, turning it off and grabbing a towel. It had taken her less than ten minutes, but longer than normal. She needed the soak, she needed to think.

As Dorito walked out of the bathroom, mostly dried and without the towel, she eyed up Lochlann again. She was pretty impressed with what she saw, though her body still stung from the bite-mark. She walked over to the kitchen, leaning on the wall and watching Lochlann as she smirked at him slightly. She wasn't even sure why she was smirking at this point, her head still throbbed with that dull hangover pain.

"Now that's a breakfast!" Dorito was getting into her seat almost as soon as Loch told her to sit down, and she was ripping into the eggs while he was saying he wanted to talk about last night. Come to think of it, what did happen last night?

As she tried to remember, Dorito looked at Lochlann. His muscled body, the marks burned on him by her blood, the power of it... She began to remember something, meeting him at a club, him buying her a drink. She remembered using her powers on him, but whenever she did she felt herself becoming more and more enticed, it didn't help that things started to get fuzzy after she had a rather big glass of something. However, she also remembered a smell...

She remembered the smell of sweat and cheap, disinfecting soap, the feeling of cold air and hot flesh... She looked down at her plate, looking at the sausages. "Well..." She suddenly remembered an entirely different kind of sausage, but one just as comfortable in her mouth. As she mentally retraced her steps, she picked up the sausage, looking at Lochlann and licking it suggestively, running the breakfast-time phallic symbol along her lips and sucking it softly. It tasted of salt and grease, of proteins and fats, and the lewd actions and nutrients her body craved sparked her memory.

"I do remember..." Dorito said, still holding the sausage. "...That I came at least twice and you didn't cum once." She gave an exceptionally wolfish smirk to Lochlann, taking a bite out of her sausage.