hi portula anon here !! sorry for not being more specific o_o i was thinking along the lines of vomiting resulting from particularly rough fellatio !! preferably with latula being the giver (and vomiter) . pls and ty !!
It started pretty bland, pretty boring. Latula asked her for help with smoking nip; she wasn't bad in any sense of the word, but she choked and gagged so much that she never really got any benefits from it, and Porrim tended to keep better stuff on hand than Cronus or any of the other idiots in their friend group.
So that's how it started, with them trading a smoke back and forth in Porrim's hive, and when that still irritated Latula's throat, she had, half-joking, offered to shotgun it. Latula agreed, though, and before long, it had devolved into sloppy kissing. Latula giggled into her mouth, and their hair tangled together slightly as they rolled on the couch.
When Porrim moved to bite at Latula's throat, Latula yelped, and started to cough again. "Y'know, Tula." Porrim started, a hand running down Latula's side to grope her ass. "If you practiced with relaxing your throat, you'd be able to stop coughing more easily." It wasn't a lie, exactly, but she didn't think it was exactly true.
"You think so?" She licked her lips, and pushed her hair off her face, along with her glasses. Her leg was sliding up Porrim's side, to wrap around her waist. "I mostly was trying to get some time alone with you."
She smiled, sitting up just enough to stuff a hand under Latula's shirt. It was almost skintight, but she liked how her hand looked under the fabric, pulling it even tighter. "Cute. You can just say that. Now I'm worried about your throat, since we were smoking. " She teased, pressing a kiss to the base of her throat. "I don't want you to cough too much and get a nosebleed or something."
Latula squirmed a little bit to be able to peel her shirt off, unfortunately freeing Porrim's hand on her rumblesphere. "I'm fine. I could, uh, practice relaxing my throat, if you want?" Her lips were smeared already with their lipstick, and Porrim snorted.
"So you want to suck me off, but you didn't wanna say so? I should have been rougher with you, if that's all you wanted." As she said this, she bit Latula's neck, not hard enough to bleed, but enough she knew it would bruise. Hopefully, it would be visible. "I know you don't want me to be gentle, anyway."
She huffed a breath when Latula shoved her back, and immediately leapt forward. It was a little bit of a mood-killer, at first, that Latula was one of those trolls who took the discuss everything first flyers to heart about pitch, but she was used to it now, and it wasn't like she wasn't going to get off anyway. The wrestling being fake wasn't as big a deal, especially since she would throw Latula hard enough that they both tumbled over.
It ended when Porrim pulled a hand back to slap her across the face, just as Latula's hands were digging into her upper arms, trying to pin her to the floor. The slap made Latula fall over, gasping, and she pressed her legs together. Always the fall-girl. Porrim stood up quickly, and hiked the skirt of her dress up to expose the front of her thong.
"Get to work." She grinned, pressing the ball of her foot against the top edge of Latula's sheathe, in the way she knew from experience would keep her bulge trapped inside it. Latula leaned forward, and scratched her nails down Porrim's thighs to pull her panties off. "Cheeky."
Latula opened her mouth, probably to say something snippy, and Porrim yanked her forward with a grip on her horn, smashing her mouth against the mound of her sheathe. Latula groaned, and shoved her tongue painfully into Porrim's sheathe, only stopping when Porrim sunk her claws into her scalp. When Latula switched to light kitten licks, around the edges, she finally released Latula's horn, and let her move a bit on her own.
It only took a moment for her bulge to slither out, wiping a jade streak over Latula's cheek. "Open wide. If you bite me, I'll break your horn." Porrim growled, reaching down with one hand to pull Latula's jaw open. She let her bulge slide into Latula's mouth on its own, only moving her hips when Latula leaned back. "Where do you think you're going?"
Latula's throat constricted around Porrim's bulge, but she managed to swallow around it, even though her eyes watered, mascara smudging around the corners. The next time Latula leaned back, Porrim let her, but wrapped her hands around the back of her head. Her horns were pretty thin, after all, so being too rough on them wouldn't be fun later, and it was already pretty rare Latula wanted anything but soft stuff.
She gasped, coughed, and pulled Porrim's bulge back into her mouth with another groan. As soon as she was able to, Porrim yanked her head forward, slamming her bulge into the back of her throat. Latula gagged, but Porrim kept moving, grinding against the tight constriction of her throat.
She breathed harshly through her nose against Porrim's pelvis, and tried to swallow, her jaw twitching. Porrim pulled her back, let her take one gulp of air, and slammed in again, her nook dripping down her thigh. She had to move her foot off Latula's sheathe, and when Latula tried to moan, presumably from her bulge slipping out, she gagged harder than before.
After another gag, she was shoving at Porrim's hips and skittering back from her. As soon as she pulled back, she retched, doubling over herself. Porrim took a moment to catch on, and by then, she barely managed to grab Latula's hair in time to keep it from getting in her way as she vomited.
It seemed like once she started, she couldn't quite stop herself, same as with the coughing from before, and Porrim had no recourse but to rub her back through the shudders and rolls of her muscles as her puke sunk into the carpet under them. When her stomach was, apparently, empty, Latula still retched, her thighs pressed hard together and her hands curled into white-knuckled fists.
"You alright?" Porrim asked, though it seemed pretty obvious she wasn't. Latula shook her head, and wiped her hand on the back of her hand. It had spattered on her bare chest, and Porrim awkwardly handed over some tissues. "Uh, wanna take a shower?"
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