Blackfeather Woods 20 questions

Set to a time when @Damien was here!

The boy was growing. And as such, he had many questions, not just of plants, and trees and the stars and of others, but of more...delicate things. One of these delicate matter came to mind at a perfectly ordinary time, when the boy was relieving his bladder on top of a particularly large mushroom, when quite suddenly, he stopped and seemed contemplative for a moment.

a moment later he was on his back, staring at the thing between his legs. A penis, it was called. But, what was it for? Girls didnt have it, he knew, or at least all that he knew. He let out a contemplative sigh as he pondered this, hoping that no one would come upon him in this moment of reflective staring.

@Seff gonna stick to shorter posts since I have a ton of threads going on and I don't want this to interfere with my timeline since it's backdated <3

The kid had come back, and Damien's disbelief had gotten new life. He had not returned alone, Damien had been told: This time his entire family was here, and they had somehow passes Nemesis' harsh test and been granted a place within Blackfeather Woods. He had yet to talk with Potema about it, who Damien knew felt some kind of motherly connection with the boy, but for now he was simply glad he'd been proven wrong this once.

He hadn't been looking for him specifically, but Mephala had pulled her strings to intertwine their paths that day for some reason. He was certainly bigger, that was the first thing Damien noticed about the kid, but what really caught his attention was the way he was looking at his own dick as though he'd never seen it before. "Afraid it might fall off?" he chuckled with a sly grin as he made his approach. Like Potema, Damien had forged a connection with the kid that could only be called protective, and if there was ever tension between the two of them, it was now all gone.

He was on his feet a single, ungainly moment later, whirling upward, expression mortified a moment. Damien. He relaxed in the slightest, glad that it was not one of the many scents he did not know, but his nervousness was not abated yet. "No," he blurted quickly, attempting quickly to compose himself. 

"I-I was just wondering. About it." He muttered rather lamely, looking to Damien with something that slowly morphed into curiosity. Damien certainly had a few more years under his belt then he did, and perhaps he knew the exact purpose of a penis.

Laughter escaped him once more as Seff replied to his question. Damien had never seen another build up so much anxiety in such a short time, but it sure was funny. Seff was an innocent child despite all he'd gone through, and Damien felt a strange empathy with him that had been perhaps passed on to him by his sister's attachment to him. "It's called a penis," he said simply, looking at the kid with sure eyes. "What were you wondering about it?"

"Just..uh...stuff" he replied noncommitedly, a bristling ball of awkward. after a few seconds of silence, he blurted out "but...why?" The vague question could ,earn any number of things, and likely did, although Seff was decidedly not going to elaborate at the moment, instead looking to Damien was a mixture of interest and embarrassment.

It was amusing to see the boy look so uncomfortable with the situation, but Damien did not make it worse for the young Spiderling. He'd probably been through that himself, the whole awkward stage of puberty.... Only he'd been more of a depressive teen without much affinities with sex. Anyway, he had the answers to Seff's questions, for his culture did not put sex in a forbidden and tabooed corner.

"It's used for sex..." he explained, "for pleasure..." he said with strange seriousness. The moments with Asterr came back to him in a heated and wet memory, but he pushed those thoughts aside to come back once more to the puzzled teen with one last sentence to add: "you just need to find yourself a girl to stick it in..." he said in a hushed voice, added a wink and walked away from the boy. Everything else he needed to know would come to him with instinct. He wouldn't have trouble finding the right place to thrust his dick in when the time came.