Another troll, another victim. Mituna walked over, not bothering to fight the grey trolls magic anymore, face set in a wide smile, hoping the other didn't punch him. He reached up, tugging him by his scarf and kissed his lips roughly, having mistaken the distance, causing their fangs to click together painfully.

His scarf bounded his hands behind his back, legs spread wide to the heathen who'd tied him up. The troll couldn't speak, not with his underwear shoved in his mouth. Eridan would never admit to being scared as Sollux's Dancestor sat between his legs, bulges squirming. Mituna had mistaken him for Cronus and no amount of pleading had changed the broken troll's mind. No pain came, only pleasure as the Gemini pulled his bulge into his mouth, tongue playing with it. This he was more then okay with~