Doing It In His Socks

This is Fitz's carryon. He's re-packed it many times, since he's been here.

Inside, he's got lots of socks. He's washed them at least three times, since he's been here.

Within the threads of a pair of Fitz's socks, Liv makes out with her new commonly-sized friend, Elias. This...hasn't happened as much since Fitz has been here.

"Which is ironic," Liv sneers, with her pearly-whites bared. "We've both been here, all this time. And seriously, we both thought your presidential amazon was hitting on my man!"

"Technically," Elias reminds her, "I was here the whole time, and you fell through a portal into Mr. Grant II's slipper, a few weeks in..."

Liv slaps him on both sides of his face, shoves him down, and mounts his midriff. "Shut up, and do as you're told, you degenerate German!"

Liv's on top. Elias is on bottom. She's having a ball. Elias is a bit frightened.

Liv drags her long nails down Elias's bare chest. Elias humps his chest, as he does so.

"Wow," he compliments her. "Do you...ever do this to Grant II...when his First Lady's not around, I mean?"

"No," Liv sneers, biting the frail North Rhine-Westphalian on the neck, causing him to yelp. "Fitz is big, and strong, and powerful, and destined to lead a federation of over sixty states!" She squeezes his waist, with her bare ebony thighs. "You're just a tiny little German bug!" She takes his head in her hands, and pounds it against Fitz's sock threads, many times. "I can do whatever I want to with you!" She knocks her head against his. "Your precious amazon goddess will be none the wiser!"

"I'M a bug?!" Elias gapes up at her. "Look who's talking!"

"Aw," she punches him in the nose with the palm of her hand. "Shut up, and let me fuck you!"

She smothers his nose in her own rack. Elias feels like he's drowning.

"Don't kill me, bitte," Elias begs. "I don't know this for a fact, but I think my Domina will miss me!"

"Oh, she oughta!" She pulls some of his blond hair out, causing him to yelp. "She kept you hidden, in this fort, for weeks! She fucked you, behind Fitz's back. And seriously, my Fitz thought the whole time," she grabs a pair of loose threads, in Fitz's sock, "that your precious kosher amazon president was trying to get into his heffalump-patterned briefs!"

Like the opening scene of Basic Instinct, Liv uses the two threads she's grabbed to tie both of Elias's wrists. Elias whimpers, like a little North Rhine-Westphalian girl, as Liv consumes him with her passion.

"Ah," she sneers, "you're going to make me cramp, or strain something!"

"Richtig?! Well, how do you think I feel?!"

She punches him in the nose...with her fist. She takes up another thread in Fitz's sock, and blindfolds him. Now, this is REALLY starting to feel like Basic Instinct...

"You are aware," Elias whimpers, "that in Basic Instinct, Sharon Stone never kills Michael Douglas...richtig?!"

"Oh, ja-ja," Liv briefly mimics her sexual prey, "I SO remember! I just didn't know, at the time, that Michael Douglas would go on to become Ant-Man, of all gods, great kings, and heroes!"

"Yeah," Elias mutters. "I'm sure none of us did."

In the chaos of the fucking, Elias's blindfold slips. And suddenly, he sees Liv, mounting him, almost bare-bodied...with a knife raised.

Like a girl, Elias screams, and begs not to be slain in President Grant II's socks...

Liv stops, and takes a break. Between heavy breaths, she bites off a piece of the knife, and sucks on it.

Elias gapes up at her, midriff between her powerful thighs, and gapes, confounded.

"Mm," Liv comments, savoring her treat. "Rock candy."

Still tied up in President Grant II's sock threads, and mounted by his ebony mistress, Elias swoons. "These amazons are going to kill me," he whines.

Liv giggles, and keeps sucking her knife/rock candy. She's flattered, that Elias would describe her as an amazon. She thought she was just a white president's black slave girl, serving and worshiping him, behind his wife's back, as if Davis won the war..."