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#1
Alkereth might be ashamed of his early release, but Emery didn't seem bothered at all as she caressed his neck and kissed his temple, trying hard not to grin. Not because it was funny, but because he was so fucking adorable. So different from the experienced, confident partners she was used to bedding and God, she loved his lack of inhibition. So many men were silent and almost stoic in their pleasure, so quiet she'd sometimes wondered if they were actually feeling anything at all, but Alkereth responded and reacted so delightfully, so genuinely. And despite his inexperience, he possessed a wisdom and selflessness even many experienced folk lacked. 

He, too, was a giver—in all the best ways.

"Shhh, Princess, it's okay. Misfires happen, it's not a big deal," Emery told him as she leaned into his kiss, unable to keep from smiling against his lips. "It's flattering, actually. Knowing I can make you lose control like that...hearing how much you love it, watching you come undone..."

She could see his concern, his embarrassment, and she wasn't about to let him linger in it long. Gently pushing him down onto the grass, she laid against his chest like that, giving him a small rest as she explored him with teasing kisses and nips along his lips and throat and clavicle. Sunfire, hmm? Emery didn't object to it this time, didn't even roll her eyes, instead responding to his invitation with a slow, careful grind of her hips to test how much he could handle, their bodies extra slick from his climax. If it was too much for him then there were other ways, of course, but she felt strangely hesitant to leave him just yet. This was...nice...in a way that wasn't purely about sex. Just being wrapped up together like this beneath a clear sky in the shade, for a moment forgetting all the earlier stress—it was perfect.

She wasn't ready for it to end. She didn't want to have to think just yet.

"I'll have to disagree with you there, though—your moans are the best," she said with a teasing wiggle of her hips, longing to feel him grow within her again. She pressed a fierce kiss to his lips, her breath catching in her throat as she tasted him, the gentle friction of his body against hers sending heat pooling between her legs. Careful, she reminded herself as she found herself wanting to chase the sensation, reigning in her enthusiasm. She wanted to ride him—but she didn't want to hurt him.

"I love making you sing. Think I can get another out of you?" she asked, and nipped him beneath his ear, breathing out a moan. "You enjoy this, don't you? Being used like this, a tool for my pleasure?"
#2
Kishahn Jungle / Re: Cat and Mouse [open!]
March 11, 2024, 01:22:34 PM
What.

What??

WHAT?!

Raxta did not think herself the type to get thrown off kilter easily, and yet somehow Kaela managed to leave her speechless. She could only stare at the human, eyes wide and mouth gaping like a dying fish, as she not only called her cute but then kissed her hand.

"I—what—you—" she sputtered uselessly, but before she could manage to herd her words into a coherent sentence, Kaela was gone again, leaving Raxta standing there staring at the rippling water where Kaela had once been, water dripping off her ears.

Her face felt unusually hot despite the cool water and she realized with slow-building horror that she was blushing.

"I—I am not cute!" she finally managed to call after Kaela as she spotted the girl swimming to shore, but there was an odd, strangled sound to the words.
#3
Thicker than that, indeed.

But Emery wasn't going to to think about that. She wasn't going to think about what he'd said and how they'd both fumbled around it, both utterly unconvincing yet pretending they were. She wasn't going to think about the strange, twisty flutter in her belly like some creature caught between fear and excitement. She wasn't going to think about anything

Because she was terrified of where those thoughts might lead.

The conversation and residual anxiety had killed her mood, but Alkereth did a good job rekindling the flames and she was ever eager for a good distraction and escape. And so she clung to the him as tightly as he pulled her in, kissing him fiercely on the lips and neck, blunt nails digging into his shoulders as she rolled her hips against his. Just forget it. It was nothing, she thought as she gasped against his ear and tangled a hand in his hair. It meant nothing. People said stupid shit all the time in the heat of the—

Emery felt him just as much as she heard him, his sound of pleasure and those familiar tremors clueing her in on exactly just how excited and eager he was. (Or perhaps nervous...) Emery stilled atop him, chest heaving, and pressed a soft kiss beneath his ear before she pulled back to look at him.

"That good, hm?" she asked with a wicked smile, and leaned in to press her lips to his. "And I barely tortured you at all."
#4
Serha Plains / Re: Get off my lawn! [Aeyt!]
March 07, 2024, 01:41:45 PM
"I guess the hardest part would be catching up to it in the first place, eh?" Jayari said as she pushed her bowl away and wiped the corners of her mouth with her fingers. 

"Be pretty crazy to try it. Hey, speaking of, what's the craziest thing you've done? Or was it the basilisk?"
#5
Fortunately for Evie, Liam was too far gone to notice any panic she may have let slip into her eyes or body language or voice. It was taking all his willpower just to concentrate on simple things like keeping his eyes open or moving his legs as she helped him to his feet, his limbs suddenly as heavy as boulders as he slouched against her. It was nice that she was so tall and capable, graceful even when he stumbled over her feet or his own, and he realized somewhere through the drunken haze that he was kind of into it. Being side by side with her, able to comfortably lean his head on her shoulder, brought along a novel appreciation that fully replaced his earlier intimidation. Huh. Never thought he'd be into tall women, but he could get behind this...in multiple ways...

Yeah, this wasn't so bad...being manhandled by a tall beauty and all...

The bad part was everything else about the journey, like how moving too quickly made his stomach flip and his head pound. Soon the silly, dumb thoughts of tall, pretty women were replaced with desperately willing himself not to puke.

The trek upstairs was tortuous. Without Evie there, he would have likely face-planted right there on the steps and remained there until morning, or until someone dragged him out of the way. But somehow they made it, and he was pale and breathless and nauseated by the time they did, like he'd been running miles after a heavy meal. Maybe another time he would have heard the ruckus behind the door, but right then all he could hear was his own pulse in his ears. Damn. What even was that drink? He realized suddenly that Evie was talking to him as she fumbled the door open and guided him inside, and he blinked dully at her.

"Huh?" Other girls? Dress up? He squinted into the blurry room and the mess scattered all over, but he couldn't have cared less about a little clutter. He was most interested in the laying down and--

A motion caught his eye, just a little flutter of fabric. Even through his fuzzy vision he could make out the shape of a person. A very young person. Too young to be here, that was certain.

His eyes narrowed. He opened his mouth to speak--

And doubled over instead, vomiting onto the floor.
#6
Essyrn / Re: Beneath the Sand’s Veil [Rhi] [M]
February 13, 2024, 01:17:13 PM
"What? Oh hell no, you can't make me go—" Frost cut off with a squawk of alarm when he suddenly scooped her up, and her pale face flushed red. It was more than a little humiliating to be a grown-ass woman carried like a child—and there had been a lot of that happening lately. At least he wasn't hauling her around like a sack of grain.

And...as much as she wanted to fuss and complain, she was secretly grateful she didn't have to walk. Her feet and legs were on fire.

Still, she was stiff in his arms; it had been ages since she'd last relaxed and it would likely be ages longer before she ever did again. There was a brief moment of trying to figure out what to do with her arms before she looped one around his neck for support—and pointedly avoided looking at him. 

She cleared her throat. "Anyway. Gwen. Gwendolyn. Right. She's some Connlaothian bitch. She's the leader of the operation, as far as I can see. She picked me up back in Serendipity—Altas Verde, to be exact. Took me and another group through Draconi and down south to...well, here. Picked up more people on the way from some outpost in just past the mountains. The Thunderblacks I believe?"

She grimaced. "The other men work for her. There's five of them. They do all her dirty work while she calls the shots. But there's a lot more of them. Those ones are just the ones that travel with her, I guess. There's more...uh, hunters I guess. And more people who do what she does, the deliveries and all that. From the sounds of it, she gets bored and just kind of...enjoys the work..."
#7
Fang could hear the lie as soon as he said he was okay, but thankfully he was quick to correct himself. No, he definitely wasn't okay—and she honestly couldn't remember a time she had seen him so frazzled. He was usually so calm under pressure, even life and death situations, yet here he was so visibly shaken.

Reaching out, Fang took his other hand in hers and faced him, peering up at him with a worried frown. Just a contract, and yet...he remembered a life with her? She could still hear the dead woman's screams ringing in her ears, but...no, something wasn't right. Certainly one couldn't just forget something like that? Unless...

"Spike," Fang said suddenly, peeking up and giving his hands a squeeze to get his attention. "Do you remember what happened with Oliver? That it wasn't right? That there were two Olivers, and one was false? Demonic?"

But even as she said it, her brow furrowed in deeper confusion.

What were the chances of that? And why?

And even then Spike had known. He'd yelled back at "Oliver" that it was a lie. So if it was the same trickery, why was there doubt in his eyes?
#8
Essyrn / Re: Beneath the Sand’s Veil [Rhi] [M]
February 12, 2024, 05:22:41 PM
Frost balked at that—at being told to shut up—and was about to bark at him that she would do no such thing when he threw her arm around him before she could protest. This time, however, she didn't let go. Pride only went so far when pain was involved, so she grit her teeth and held on, letting him take some of the pressure off as she limped along.

His next words, however, made her tense up. Clenching her jaw, she dug her heels in to try to pull him to a stop, hissing through her teeth, but didn't have the strength. She stumbled along, shaking her head. "Wait, hold up," she gasped out. "Okay, alright, listen—name's Frost, I'm Serenian, yeah, and I am not going back."

The words spilled out before she could stop them, slightly breathless from exertion as it took all her remaining energy to keep steady. Realizing how absolutely batshit that sounded, she quickly added, "Not yet, that is! Look, you said you wanted to take them all down, right? I heard you correctly there? Because I do, too! I can tell you everything, but I want to help."

Oh gods, maybe she was speaking utter insanity, a sort of madness induced by sheer exhaustion, panic, and far too much wild hurt and anger. She still didn't trust him as far as she could throw him—but she wanted to see Gwen burn even more.

Besides, as crazy as it was...

Home was just another form of imprisonment, wasn't it?

"She took one of my friends, too," she added, voice quieter. "Sold her earlier today. Look, I'm just saying I'm more use here than gone, probably. I know how they work."
#9
It was a strange experience going from shrieking chaos to...quiet. It was nothing quite like anything Fang had experienced; spirits ignored the physical laws of the real world, so you couldn't just shut a door in their face and be done with it. And yet that was exactly what happened: as soon as they crossed through the door, it was as though they had crossed over both the physical threshold...but also a spiritual one, as well.

Silence. Just the usual clamor of a busy city, but nothing supernatural.

That's was...new.

Outside, Fang heaved a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and rubbed at her temples. No matter how much practice she'd had, some things you just never really got used to, even if it you learned how to cope with it better. Not reacting was one of those things, and once they were outside it felt like a tight band around her chest had been loosened.

Drawing in another deep breath, she looked up at Spike and squeezed his hand. "You okay?" she asked—and on an impulse she reached up and wiped at his lip where more whipped cream was smeared. 
#10
Essyrn / Re: Beneath the Sand’s Veil [Rhi] [M]
February 10, 2024, 08:26:34 PM
He turned around, thank gods. Frost might trust him as far as she could throw him (not far at all), but in this situation he was the devil she knew, while the desert was the devil she didn't. Still when he offered a hand, she stared at it and stubbornly refused to take it with a shake of her head.

"What's it look like I'm doing now?" she said, then winced as soon as the words left her mouth. "I mean...yeah. Sorta. The hag bitch beat the shit out of me, but it's fine. I'm fine."

She stumbled, pain shooting up through the heel of her foot like a knife, and she reflexively grabbed onto Ezra's arm to keep from falling. Once she'd steadied herself, she let go of him like he was made of hot coals, wincing. "Sorry. Look. I'm fine. Mostly. She just really didn't want me running, so I'm a bit rough right now. That's all."
#11
Ahhh! Was he apologizing? Fang waved her hands, about to try to cut him off (it was okay! He didn't know! She should have realized! And really it was just the topping, she could drink the rest!) but that blood-curdling scream made her jump, and all other thoughts fled.

It was one heart-pounding moment before she realized the scream came from a dead woman, not anyone living.

It was always such an experienced encountering a situation like this while surrounded by living people in a busy place. It was always surreal and a little difficult—because she had to pretend not to notice or react. That seemed doubly critical here in Serendipity, because you know doing the thing that got your people chased off the continent was just a fabulous idea! So Fang listened, idly scraping whipped cream off her drink and putting it into Spike's mug—but then the woman said something that made her freeze.

What...?

She loved him?

Fang stared at Maya in blank-faced confusion, because none of it made an ounce of sense. Hadn't Spike said he wasn't allowed to have contact with women? When they were intimate, hadn't he said she was his first? Well...no...wait. That wasn't exactly what he'd said. Fang had assumed they were both virgins, but his exact words were that he was new to it. Which could mean their particular situation, not sex as a whole...maybe.

But that would be such a strange thing to lie about—what would be the point? Fang certainly didn't care either way. And it just didn't seem like Spike to lie, anyway.

Speaking of Spike, he looked just as perplexed as she felt...

Something wasn't right.

Taking a final sip of her spider—chai-der!—Fang nodded and rose to her feet, holding her hand out to Spike. "I suppose so," she said, selfishly not quite ready to leave, but knowing they needed to.

"You'll have to tell me about Maya as we walk."
#12
Seaside Town of Cerenis / Re: Simple Solutions [Rhi!] [M]
February 09, 2024, 10:28:01 AM
"I can't imagine you'd find anything better than that," Cadmus said with an arched eyebrow. The sword was a work of art in its own right, but a blade that practically maintained itself on top of it all? His own sword was just a sword, well-made but not irreplaceable if it weren't so sentimental. "I wouldn't ever sell it if I were you."

He didn't realize how tense he was until Raizel touched his arm. Letting out a breath through his nose, he forced his muscles to unclench and flashed her a weak smile. Right. Yeah. Take out the trash. Fuck. Get it together, Cadmus. He'd wanted this for ages but had never had the guts, had gotten too complacent and accepted it was just his life. But the talk of his friend made his stomach twist and he knew...

Eventually the truth would come out.

It didn't matter, though. As foolish as it maybe was, Raizel had given him a reason to be foolish. To be better. He didn't know why he cared so much. Maybe he'd just always needed a push, an excuse. Maybe he really was just done and he hadn't even noticed it building up inside, like a slow acceptance rather than a sudden snap.

He was done.

Why did she make him want to be better?

Cadmus recognized the raven though he'd met him only once, and he couldn't help but wonder if the raven could tell what he was when he looked at him. Hmm. It was a question for another day; contrary to popular belief, he didn't speak Birdish.  He wanted to ask what Aki was to Raizel—pet, too, friend, all of the above?—but then they were off, and Raizel was holding out a cloak for him.

...Not a bad idea. He had a horrible tendency to underestimate how cold he got in human skin.

He slipped into it with her help and adjusted it around his shoulders as he took a deep breath of clear night air. It was a cloudless night, which was both good and bad for them; it would light their way, but it would also light them up for everyone else, too. They'd have to be extra careful, but he was certain she knew that.

 "Let's start at the brewery," he told her as he waited for her to lock up. "Their stench should still be fresh, and then...well, then I can track it from there." Huh. Had he ever explained that to her?

He tugged the cloak tighter around himself, glancing sidelong at her. "That's, ah...that's how I found you, you know. I picked your scent up from one of your kills. Tracked you from there." He paused, letting out a slow sigh, and decided he may as well come clean.

"I knew it was you long before I ever saw you, Raizel," he admitted quietly. "Intuitively, I knew. But I didn't want to believe it. I mean, what are the chances? I guess I had to see for myself. The moment I knew, I just...I knew I had to reach you before they did." He flicked a glance toward her healing ankle, wincing. They'd beat him there, of course. "I'm sorry I didn't."
#13
Essyrn / Re: Beneath the Sand’s Veil [Rhi]
February 08, 2024, 09:47:03 PM
A spike of fear shot through her the instant Ezra turned on her, his expression hardened, and for a moment she thought maybe she'd gone too far. She flinched, her breath catching in her throat. The irritation in his eyes was blink and you miss it, but Frost had become hyper-sensitive to changes in moods and expressions over the course of this long, long ordeal—because it had become a matter of survival to know what kind of mood her captors were in.

He crouched down in front of her and her body was so tense she was trembling. Gwen had been careful when she'd punished her and the others...but she knew she would likely not be afforded that same grace by anyone who purchased her. Swallowing hard, she locked onto his eyes as he met her glare, fully expecting him to strike her—but he had something entirely different to say.

...What he came here for?

...Take down their little operation?

Frost's eyes widened, the glare slipping into genuine surprise. Had she just heard him correctly?

He wanted to...?

"You're free."

Then he was walking away from her. Leaving her there just like that, true to his word. Frost stared at his back, blinking, her mind freezing up as it tried and failed to process what had just happened. She was free. 

And he was leaving her.

Leaving her?! 

Frost shot a look around herself, at the empty desert and dunes stretching as far as the eye could see, and a new kind of fear gripped her: the reality that while she was allegedly free, she also had zero idea where she was, where to go, how to speak the local language, or how to find water or food or even shade. This Ezra, sketchy as he was, murderous as he was, at least shared her language and had some idea of what he was doing.

He was the closest thing she had to home. And, for the moment, he was also her best chance at survival.

"Wait. Hold up!" she called, and scrambled upright—only to stumble back to her knees with a groan. She was barefoot—Gwen had done her best to temporarily handicap the flight risk—and walking was still an absolute struggle. Still she pushed back up again and started to hobble after him, wincing. "Wait! Okay, alright, listen, maybe we got off on the wrong foot..."
#14
Ah! Fang waved her hands quickly, shaking her head.

"No, no! The, ah, the spider part--I mean, chai? Cider? That part! The drink itself tastes lovely!" she said quickly, picking up on his concern--and disappointment. After all, he had recommended it to her, and suddenly she felt a small pang of concern herself. She didn't want him to feel bad! He'd done nothing wrong!

Shifting in her seat, she cleared her throat. "It's just, mm...how do I put this? It's...animal milk, yes?" Her shoulders hunched, realizing she was probably not doing a very good job of phrasing this, but then again, she'd never had to explain herself in Thanatos! She winced. "I don't...um...I've never..."

She played with the spoon, searching for the right phrasing: honesty without being offensive to his own culture.

"I don't eat animal things...?"
#15
Arca / Re: A Fete to Remember [open]
February 08, 2024, 07:07:33 PM
"O-obey me?" Juniper repeated, and cut off with a squeal when he twirled her, the sound not entirely faked as he caught her off guard. Another time, and it would have been an easy recovery; she was naturally quick and graceful on her feet and unlike the character she played, she knew how to dance. But dumb Abby was a klutz, so she let herself stumble like she had two left feet and truly didn't know what she was doing.

Breathless, she wobbled as though dizzy. Deep inside, she was intensely curious: what did he mean, exactly, by obey? Because Juniper did quite like the sound of that. Too bad the character she chose to play would probably definitely use that power responsibly and modestly.

Probably. Hmm.

Soon they were off to the Teal Room, which turned out to be very literal. Because of course it was. Whisked into the room, she looked around at all the lavish decor. The guy really liked teal, huh?

"Oh, it's so beautiful," she breathed, taking subtle stock of the items in said room. "Wow! I thought it was just a name, but it really is just...all teal! Are we doing the painting here? Oh! Am I going to be wearing this for it?" she asked, looking down at her plain uniform. "Or...all the fancy things?"

She desperately wanted to ask about Selenius and the thing he owed Wissilworth. But how on earth could she do that without being too bloody obvious about it? Instead, she had been waiting and hoping he would bring the subject up again. Still, the fact that Wissilworth had mentioned that at all gave her a little shining spark of hope: maybe this mission wasn't a total bust after all.
#16
Kishahn Jungle / Re: Cat and Mouse [open!]
February 08, 2024, 06:48:03 PM
Raxta yelped when she was suddenly tackled, taking in a mouthful of water in the process, and she resurfaced with a choking sputter. Glowering at Kaela--especially at her notion that the wounded one should win, as if she hadn't started this war!--she let out a snort, spraying water in the process.

"Ohh, is that how it is? You start the fight and then want mercy?"

In a sudden, quick maneuver, she pulled Kaela onto her back, gripping her under her knees to pull her legs around her waist. "I'm still winning," she said, and began to trudge through the water, barely able to touch the ground as it came up to their shoulders. But soon enough, they reached the lake, and Raxta promptly swung Kaela around and dropped her.
#17
Essyrn / Re: Beneath the Sand’s Veil [Rhi]
February 08, 2024, 06:39:23 PM
Rubbing her throat and working moisture back into her mouth, Frost glared at him.

"I know what you're trying to do, Ezra," she told him. "Get my trust or whatever. It's easier when we behave, right? When we're quiet and docile and cooperative? You gonna give me a treat if I'm a really good girl?"

She dug her fingers into the sand, sucking in a deep breath. Gods, she was tired and achy, her stomach hollow to the point of pain. It was not helping her mood--nor was it helping her clarity. It was difficult to think when she was running on empty; all she had was terror and instinct and distrust. She was very, very familiar with the "good guy, bad guy" approach. Gwen had liked to play the good guy, the savior, the one that just wanted cooperation and didn't want a fuss and who called off the bad guy. Her goons were the bad guys, carrying out her dirty work. For a little bit, before the hopelessness and reality sank in, it had even worked for a bit. 

Then when it stopped working, the mask had come off entirely.

People liked their slaves broken.

"I'm not stupid, you know. I saw you bidding on me. You know what I can do. You killed a guy and let everyone else go but look who's conveniently still here--me. Fuck off with your bullshit."
#18
Whipped...cream?

On an impulse, Fang reached out and rubbed her thumb over the tip Spike's nose, wiping away the dollop with an amused smile. Speaking of cute, it was hard not to giggle outright at the sight of how messy he was, but she didn't want to be rude and bit her lip to keep it in. 

"Sorry, you had some..." She motioned to her own face and wiped her thumb off on a cloth napkin.

Flicking her eyes back down to her own beverage, she gave it a curious look. "Oh, so like coconut cream?" she asked, and took a little sip.

Well. That was definitely not coconut.

It was sweet but strange, almost sour beneath the sweetness and stuck to her tongue and throat, and suddenly she recognized the flavor. She had only had dairy once before that, also by accident; it wasn't common in Thanatos at all, and while most Thanati were pescatarian or vegetarian, some chose not to consume animal ingredients at all. Like her. She made a face, wiping her mouth on a napkin, and shot Spike an awkward look as she tried to figure out how exactly to navigate this, suddenly realizing...well, duh. They were in Serendipity. But she hadn't even had time to think about how on earth she was going to handle the whole food thing!

"Umm...you want my whipped cream?" she asked, picking up a spoon that she could use to scoop it up.
#19
Essyrn / Re: Beneath the Sand’s Veil [Rhi]
February 08, 2024, 03:19:28 PM
Frost slept like the dead. The combination of shock and heat and exhaustion had been...a lot, and so her body just sort of tapped out before she could. She didn't really stir as the man carried her away, limp as a rag doll, but consciousness did finally start to take hold when he laid her down. Groaning softly, eyelids twitching, she was vaguely aware of different outward sensations: warm sand beneath her hands, the dryness of her lips—

And being gently shaken.

She didn't startle awake so much as groggily crack her eyes open, peering up into a face that for a few moments was more blurred color than anything distinct. With a frown, she rubbed at her eyes and squinted, trying to understand what was happening and who the face and the words belonged to as the world began to sharpen into focus. She knew that face. There was something significant she was forgetting, something she couldn't quite grasp through the gaze of disorientation...until suddenly everything snapped back into place, clear as glass.

Frost gasped, heaving herself up so she was sitting, and smacked his hand away.

"Get the fuck away from me!" she snapped, but it came out more of a wheeze and her voice cracked from the dryness. She coughed, choking on her own words, which sort of killed the effect she was going for.
#20
Fang finally lifted her head enough to peek up over her arms when Spike gently touched her and reassured her. It was an honest mistake, he said, and...cute? Her cheeks were still hot, but they were cooling after sitting there in her shame for a bit, and she couldn't help but give a soft, sheepish laugh.

Which turned into another groan at his suggestion that they might name a drink after her flub, her hand rubbing at her face. "Noooo...oh that would be the worst. What would that even taste like? Who would order that? I wouldn't order that!"

At least the beverages brought to their table smelled nice. But as she glanced over at them, sitting up a little straighter, her head tilted in curiosity. There was something creamy on top of both of theirs, swirled up into a peak.

Scooting her mug closer to her, she blinked down at it. "What's that on top?" she whispered to Spike, still trying not to make a complete fool of herself.