you think i’m dressed up for your messed up, predatory games. but i assure you, this isn’t for you— i always look this way. i’ll take a drink if you play, but you better run away, i’m a monster with a pretty face . ——
this is an independent & selective roleplay blog for nepharia graylock, an original character loosely based around the ‘tav’ player character in baldur’s gate 3. cambion, half tiefling / half succubus. chaotic evil. multi - classed as a rogue warlock. this blog will contain a multitude of triggering and mature content ( mentions of sexual violence & trauma, heavy violence, gore, sexual content, strong language ), so please be at least twenty - one before interacting, preferably twenty - five. more information beneath the cut. fervently adored by nyx, 30.
* dossier . name. nepharia graylock. nicknames. if she had friends, they’d probably call her neph. species. cambion. half tiefling / half succubus. class & specialization. warlock ( the fiend ) / rouge ( criminal ). age. 45 ( baby demon owo ). gender & pronouns. cis female ( though, succubi can change their sexual organs at will ) / she, her. orientation. pansexual. height in tiefling form. 5’6”. height in demon form. 5’10”. hair. slightly wavy, light gray & silver, just below her shoulders. eyes. light gray - blue, almost white. complexion. her skin is almost colorless, a pale, gray color. she has a few patches of light freckles speckled upon her nose, shoulders, back, and hips. distinguishing features. she is marked in abyssal language upon the left side of her face, given to her by her patron as a symbol of ownership over her. demon form. in her succubus form, she stands a bit taller at 5’10”, and her claws grow longer and sharper. the whites of her eyes turn black, and the pupils become a bright, glowing white. her teeth come to a sharper point, and of course, she sprouts dark, veiny, fleshy wings with a span of four feet in each direction. her claws are nearly unbreakable, and can penetrate and slice through thin metal. her bite force is also incredibly strong, matching that of a displacer beast. piercings. her septum. alignment. chaotic evil.
cambion / succubus abilities. as a succubus, nepharia can kill with sexual intercourse, but she can also choose not to if she is so inclined— but nepharia sustains herself on mostly mortal souls, and her favorite prey are those of the male persuasion. most cambions are capable of soul absorption in some way, and this is nepharia’s way. souls make her stronger, even without killing her prey, a portion of their essence is enough to get her higher than any drug known to man, and she is quite addicted to it. enhanced empathy. nepharia is able to sense heightened emotions in the mortals around her, fear, lust, anger, sadness. regardless of this, she still has trouble actually empathizing, especially with people she perceives as prey, and she very much enjoys being feared, as much as she enjoys being desired— she feeds off of the lust as much as the souls themselves. energy manipulation. nepharia can quite literally cause a shift in the atmosphere, releasing natural pheromones that make her more difficult to resist, more powerful than your basic charm spells. she can also shift from tiefling form to her demon form at will. inter-dimensional travel. nepharia can travel to and from the hells through a portal she has the capability of opening, but it takes a lot of power and energy and mental focus, and she can do it more than once per day without a full rest.
* backstory . nepharia was born into an extremely poor family, and her mother died giving birth to her. her father always hated her for this, and eventually sold nepharia to a rich and powerful man who owned a tiefling brothel at the age of only fifteen. she also was born a pale, gray color, whereas both her mother and her father have crimson colored skin, her father always assumed her mother had been unfaithful to him, and also resented nepharia for this. unbeknownst to nepharia for many more years, or her father, she did not in fact come from his seed— but an incubus, one nepharia never meets. nepharia was never shown parental love, or love at all, for that matter. she was never shown guidance, and the more her fiendish and wicked qualities began to blossom, the more her father despised her. he thought she was evil, a curse on his miserable life. he sold her off easily.
nepharia spent another decade under the abusive ownership of theodor, the owner of the illegal brothel tailored to the elite, forced to be with countless clients though never touching any of the coin made from her labor herself. eventually, people started to complain about feeling abnormally sluggish and weak after buying an evening with nepharia, and she was even the reason many warriors fell in battle -- after a single night with the succubus, the strongest of warriors could meet a bloody end. before too long, after enough complaints, nepharia was punished by being offered to the more -- rough -- clients of theodor, clients he always promised she wouldn’t have to deal with. over the years, nepharia got smarter. she betrayed other girls to get closer to theodor, slowly but surely building his trust.
nepharia started to get visited by a regular client at least once every week. this customer never wanted sex, in fact, he only ever talked to her during their sessions, telling her that she was far more than just a tiefling to be beaten, used and discarded, but mostly speaking in riddles the first few weeks. this client eventually revealed himself to be a devil, residing in the depths of the nine hells deep in the abyss, and he craved the lifeforce of rich and powerful men in the mortal realm to ascend, but retrieving their souls was difficult. but it wouldn’t be for nepharia, all she had to do was what she’s been doing since she was a young teenage girl.
when the devil offered her great power to slay her captors, nepharia was so desperate and broken that she didn’t even hesitate to agree. the devil laid his hand upon nepharia’s face, and she winced and yelped at the searing pain burning into her. as the devil pulls his hand away, she’s left with a mark in abyssal, saying that she is the property of ‘zymimor’ for the rest of eternity. after that moment, it was as if the fires of the hells coursed through nepharia’s veins, triggering her true form. she stood taller, her fangs and claws grew slightly longer, and wide, pale wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. she never knew she could do that, just as she never knew she was a cambion to begin with. for the first time in her entire life, she had power. but the devil made it a point not to tell nepharia about this until after she agreed to the deal, for she had the power to escape all along.
she hid within the wingless form she was used to until she could get theodor alone. she seduced him, almost eagerly, and now she knows what she could do. using an abundance of charm magic, she managed to convince theodor to take her out, away from the brothel, just the two of them. he of course brought a few guards along, but agreeing to it in the first place was everything she needed. he took her to an nice inn. and as she gave him her body, she drained every ounce of energy from his, absorbing his lifeforce into her until there was nothing left, and he was just a corpse beneath her. she escaped through the window afterwards, taking flight into the night, never to return.
for about a decade after escaping theodor and the brothel, nepharia enjoyed the power and the freedom. no one could fuck with her, she felt invincible -- like a god. but she was feral, and terrified of the men around her. in order to feel less afraid, she would make them afraid. zymimor, her patron, always had work for her, and in return made sure that she was well paid. there are few empires who know of the true nature of what nepharia is, and in those areas, she’s already assassinated many a king and dictator, emperor and ruler, with her abyssal body alone and her fiendish, deadly charm. zymimor eventually taught her how to travel to the abyss, where she is to bring back the souls of the men she kills for her patron to absorb.
recently, though, nepharia is getting... depressed. she fell in love with a man by the name of tomas, and that ended in brutal heartache and she hasn’t really been herself since. he was kind, and gentle, and he trusted her. her patron order her to kill him because he didn’t want her getting distracted, but also she thinks he was testing her, to see if she would obey him regardless of how difficult it might be. he called her feelings for him a weakness. she’s deeply sad, deeply broken, deeply conflicted and lost. she craves love, something she’s never felt once in her entire life, but she’s convinced that she doesn’t deserve it. not after everything she’s done. not when she kills the people she loves. she wants to believe she’s “free”, trying to convince herself every day that she’s not still a slave, afraid of the person who commands her. she knows love is something someone like her gets to feel. so she secludes herself, not allowing herself to get close to anyone, and just doing her job -- and doing it well -- it’s all she’s ever known.
then, after years of her only regular social interations being when she’s trying to seduce her prey, the nautiloid wreaks havoc outside of baldur’s gate where she is abducted in the middle of a hunt for her patron, a hunt to seduce and kill a man by the name of enver gortash. nepharia hides the fact that she’s a cambion from everyone in the party, as she needs these people to trust her so that she has a chance of surviving the tadpole, which makes her feel far less capable in combat in the beginning.
you think i’m dressed up for your messed up, predatory games. but i assure you, this isn’t for you— i always look this way. i’ll take a drink if you play, but you better run away, i’m a monster with a pretty face . ——
this is an independent & selective roleplay blog for nepharia graylock, an original character loosely based around the ‘tav’ player character in baldur’s gate 3. cambion, half tiefling / half succubus. chaotic evil. multi - classed as a rogue warlock. this blog will contain a multitude of triggering and mature content ( mentions of sexual violence & trauma, heavy violence, gore, sexual content, strong language ), so please be at least twenty - one before interacting, preferably twenty - five. more information beneath the cut. fervently adored by nyx, 30.
* dossier . name. nepharia graylock. nicknames. if she had friends, they’d probably call her neph. species. cambion. half tiefling / half succubus. class & specialization. warlock ( the fiend ) / rouge ( criminal ). age. 45 ( baby demon owo ). gender & pronouns. cis female ( though, succubi can change their sexual organs at will ) / she, her. orientation. pansexual. height in tiefling form. 5’6”. height in demon form. 5’10”. hair. slightly wavy, light gray & silver, just below her shoulders. eyes. light gray - blue, almost white. complexion. her skin is almost colorless, a pale, gray color. she has a few patches of light freckles speckled upon her nose, shoulders, back, and hips. distinguishing features. she is marked in abyssal language upon the left side of her face, given to her by her patron as a symbol of ownership over her. demon form. in her succubus form, she stands a bit taller at 5’10”, and her claws grow longer and sharper. the whites of her eyes turn black, and the pupils become a bright, glowing white. her teeth come to a sharper point, and of course, she sprouts dark, veiny, fleshy wings with a span of four feet in each direction. her claws are nearly unbreakable, and can penetrate and slice through thin metal. her bite force is also incredibly strong, matching that of a displacer beast. piercings. her septum. alignment. chaotic evil.
cambion / succubus abilities. as a succubus, nepharia can kill with sexual intercourse, but she can also choose not to if she is so inclined— but nepharia sustains herself on mostly mortal souls, and her favorite prey are those of the male persuasion. most cambions are capable of soul absorption in some way, and this is nepharia’s way. souls make her stronger, even without killing her prey, a portion of their essence is enough to get her higher than any drug known to man, and she is quite addicted to it. enhanced empathy. nepharia is able to sense heightened emotions in the mortals around her, fear, lust, anger, sadness. regardless of this, she still has trouble actually empathizing, especially with people she perceives as prey, and she very much enjoys being feared, as much as she enjoys being desired— she feeds off of the lust as much as the souls themselves. energy manipulation. nepharia can quite literally cause a shift in the atmosphere, releasing natural pheromones that make her more difficult to resist, more powerful than your basic charm spells. she can also shift from tiefling form to her demon form at will. inter-dimensional travel. nepharia can travel to and from the hells through a portal she has the capability of opening, but it takes a lot of power and energy and mental focus, and she can do it more than once per day without a full rest.
* backstory . nepharia was born into an extremely poor family, and her mother died giving birth to her. her father always hated her for this, and eventually sold nepharia to a rich and powerful man who owned a tiefling brothel at the age of only fifteen. she also was born a pale, gray color, whereas both her mother and her father have crimson colored skin, her father always assumed her mother had been unfaithful to him, and also resented nepharia for this. unbeknownst to nepharia for many more years, or her father, she did not in fact come from his seed— but an incubus, one nepharia never meets. nepharia was never shown parental love, or love at all, for that matter. she was never shown guidance, and the more her fiendish and wicked qualities began to blossom, the more her father despised her. he thought she was evil, a curse on his miserable life. he sold her off easily.
nepharia spent another decade under the abusive ownership of theodor, the owner of the illegal brothel tailored to the elite, forced to be with countless clients though never touching any of the coin made from her labor herself. eventually, people started to complain about feeling abnormally sluggish and weak after buying an evening with nepharia, and she was even the reason many warriors fell in battle -- after a single night with the succubus, the strongest of warriors could meet a bloody end. before too long, after enough complaints, nepharia was punished by being offered to the more -- rough -- clients of theodor, clients he always promised she wouldn’t have to deal with. over the years, nepharia got smarter. she betrayed other girls to get closer to theodor, slowly but surely building his trust.
nepharia started to get visited by a regular client at least once every week. this customer never wanted sex, in fact, he only ever talked to her during their sessions, telling her that she was far more than just a tiefling to be beaten, used and discarded, but mostly speaking in riddles the first few weeks. this client eventually revealed himself to be a devil, residing in the depths of the nine hells deep in the abyss, and he craved the lifeforce of rich and powerful men in the mortal realm to ascend, but retrieving their souls was difficult. but it wouldn’t be for nepharia, all she had to do was what she’s been doing since she was a young teenage girl.
when the devil offered her great power to slay her captors, nepharia was so desperate and broken that she didn’t even hesitate to agree. the devil laid his hand upon nepharia’s face, and she winced and yelped at the searing pain burning into her. as the devil pulls his hand away, she’s left with a mark in abyssal, saying that she is the property of ‘zymimor’ for the rest of eternity. after that moment, it was as if the fires of the hells coursed through nepharia’s veins, triggering her true form. she stood taller, her fangs and claws grew slightly longer, and wide, pale wings sprouted from her shoulder blades. she never knew she could do that, just as she never knew she was a cambion to begin with. for the first time in her entire life, she had power. but the devil made it a point not to tell nepharia about this until after she agreed to the deal, for she had the power to escape all along.
she hid within the wingless form she was used to until she could get theodor alone. she seduced him, almost eagerly, and now she knows what she could do. using an abundance of charm magic, she managed to convince theodor to take her out, away from the brothel, just the two of them. he of course brought a few guards along, but agreeing to it in the first place was everything she needed. he took her to an nice inn. and as she gave him her body, she drained every ounce of energy from his, absorbing his lifeforce into her until there was nothing left, and he was just a corpse beneath her. she escaped through the window afterwards, taking flight into the night, never to return.
for about a decade after escaping theodor and the brothel, nepharia enjoyed the power and the freedom. no one could fuck with her, she felt invincible -- like a god. but she was feral, and terrified of the men around her. in order to feel less afraid, she would make them afraid. zymimor, her patron, always had work for her, and in return made sure that she was well paid. there are few empires who know of the true nature of what nepharia is, and in those areas, she’s already assassinated many a king and dictator, emperor and ruler, with her abyssal body alone and her fiendish, deadly charm. zymimor eventually taught her how to travel to the abyss, where she is to bring back the souls of the men she kills for her patron to absorb.
recently, though, nepharia is getting... depressed. she fell in love with a man by the name of tomas, and that ended in brutal heartache and she hasn’t really been herself since. he was kind, and gentle, and he trusted her. her patron order her to kill him because he didn’t want her getting distracted, but also she thinks he was testing her, to see if she would obey him regardless of how difficult it might be. he called her feelings for him a weakness. she’s deeply sad, deeply broken, deeply conflicted and lost. she craves love, something she’s never felt once in her entire life, but she’s convinced that she doesn’t deserve it. not after everything she’s done. not when she kills the people she loves. she wants to believe she’s “free”, trying to convince herself every day that she’s not still a slave, afraid of the person who commands her. she knows love is something someone like her gets to feel. so she secludes herself, not allowing herself to get close to anyone, and just doing her job -- and doing it well -- it’s all she’s ever known.
then, after years of her only regular social interations being when she’s trying to seduce her prey, the nautiloid wreaks havoc outside of baldur’s gate where she is abducted in the middle of a hunt for her patron, a hunt to seduce and kill a man by the name of enver gortash. nepharia hides the fact that she’s a cambion from everyone in the party, as she needs these people to trust her so that she has a chance of surviving the tadpole, which makes her feel far less capable in combat in the beginning.
okay. i'm doing it. moving neph to her own blog bc honestly she deserves it and i don't know when i'll have muse for karlach again if i ever do. gonna change neph's url up and everything and adjust her bio and stuff. i'll post it here once everything is in order!
the mornings are warmer, now that minthara seeks her company nearly every night, her presence lingering well into sunrise. nepharia sleeps like a feral animal— alone and restless. falling asleep in the presence of another is a strict rule she follows, never let your guard down. never make yourself vulnerable. but it’s not as though she has much choice lately, forced to travel with this group of absolute beatniks. out of them all, minthara is the one who holds most of the succubus’ fragile trust, surprisingly enough. the chances of minthara killing nepharia in her sleep are never zero, but the chances of minthara completely slaughtering any outside threat making it possible for nepharia to rest peacefully?? always above 80. the succubus can live with those odds.
in a hazy state between sleep and consciousness, nepharia can feel long, soft hair gently sweeping across her flesh, stirring her nerve endings awake as warm, tender lips are scattered along the delicate skin of her abdomen. the weight against the mattress shifts and creaks as the drow settles knees between nepharia’s thighs beneath the sheets. on her back, the cambion arches her spine slightly as she instinctually stretches, involuntarily moaning and willing her limbs to life as pale, dreamy hues flutter open to view the source of her waking ecstasy.
‘ mmm, i thought i was just having a really good dream, ’ she purrs sleepily, her voice raspy and quiet. a yawn slips free as clawed fingers are ran through long, messy blonde locks, her hips rising just to connect with minthara’s body heat. the end of her tail begins to wrap its way around the drow’s upper thigh, tauntingly close to the heat between her legs, as the hand tangled in her hair does that ear thing she seems to enjoy so much, out of habit now, softly rolling the cartilage between tender fingers, ‘ but you’re superior to even the best dream. ’
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐀 ; 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 . ( a series of kiss prompts . some nsfw material present . )
❛ 01 . a kiss to say hello .
❛ 02 . a kiss for the first time .
❛ 03 . a kiss after a long time apart .
❛ 04 . a kiss to apologize .
❛ 05 . a kiss to forgive .
❛ 06 . a kiss during a fight .
❛ 07 . a kiss to say what you can’t say aloud .
❛ 08 . a kiss in secret / a forbidden kiss .
❛ 09 . a kiss to prove a point .
❛ 10 . a kiss against a wall .
❛ 11 . a kiss on a rooftop .
❛ 12 . a kiss that seals a marriage .
❛ 13 . a kiss before one goes away .
❛ 14 . a kiss in the shower .
❛ 15 . a kiss that comes out of nowhere .
❛ 16 . a kiss first thing in the morning .
❛ 17 . a kiss last thing at night .
❛ 18 . a kiss during combat .
❛ 19 . a kiss during a fake relationship .
❛ 20 . a kiss out of desperation .
❛ 21 . a kiss on the cheek .
❛ 22 . a kiss on the forehead .
❛ 23 . a kiss on the back of the hand .
❛ 24 . a kiss on the neck .
❛ 25 . a kiss on the fingertips .
❛ 26 . a kiss on the stomach .
❛ 27 . a kiss to end the sexual tension .
❛ 28 . a kiss over a scar .
❛ 29 . a kiss over a wound .
❛ 30 . a kiss to say goodbye .
as a succubus ( or cambion, technically ), i find it hilarious that neph has a heightened perception of empathy and can usually just sense the intense feelings of those around her, yet she’s still so disconnected from it that she can’t humanize the person feeling those emotions and relate, usually.
minthara ( talking about taking over the world ): any who object to the laws of that world will have no place in it, of course, and i will gladly eradicate them.
@spiderwarden asked : She lifts a hand to drag fingers along the softness of her jawline, a touch softening along her skin as they move up to carress along Nepharia’s ear. Then a once light expression turns mischievous as the other lift so extremities can close along the tips of her horns. Clasping her grip into them. “Yes. There are multiple uses found here -“ and with that testing grip of one hand - drags Nepharia’s mouth right down into hers. A claiming kiss, a hungry kiss, and most of all? Affectionate, as Minthara lifts up onto her toes and slides her arms right around her neck.
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nepharia uses her true form for many reasons— hunting, combat, quick getaways, to strike fear, to intimidate, to kill— but never something this soft. the fiend relishes being feared, it offers power, and with power comes reassurance. comfort. she never imagined she would be finding that same comfort in a different way, coming from the eyes of someone who isn’t looking upon her with fear, but reverence. the succubus can practically taste the drow’s desire for her intensifying, as soft fingers caress hot flesh, blood thrumming heavily through fiendish veins. minthara’s touch is different from many of the multitudes of others who were overwhelmingly unlucky enough to fall into her claws— greedy hands, tugging and grabbing, but not appreciating. minthara appreciates nepharia, every inch, practically worshipped. even like this, veiny, bat- like wings outstretched, sharp claws doubling the size of her fingers, eyes glowing, a piercing white— especially like this, nepharia feels appreciated.
a smirk plucks at the corners of dark lips, until sharp fangs are exposed, as minthara’s drags her down to her level gently by a single horn. nepharia resists none, slightly bending at the knee to accommodate the shorter woman— shorter, but no less fierce, no less deadly. the way she looks at nepharia, with such passionate adoration, the fiend already knows there isn’t anything she wouldn’t do to protect her, even though she hardly needs nepharia to protect her. but mostly, she knows the way she feels about minthara reminds her of the feelings zymimor called a weakness, before ordering her to kill the first person she felt this way about. it scares her, to care about someone this aggressively— but the last thing she feels when she’s with minthara is weak.
the kiss comes swiftly, eagerly, and as minthara’s arms are clasped around her neck, so to are her own arms around the middle of minthara’s back, pulling her body flatly against her own. minthara’s kiss is always so invigorating, she gets so swept up in the feeling of it that she almost misses it— that taste. barely noticeable, but it’s there. and her heart sinks, hot blood now running a bit cold as glowing eyes shoot open.
her mind immediately is brought back to minthara’s first kill, as she pulls back, arms loosening to rest clawed hands upon the drow’s hips, ‘ did you just—? ’ a hand is brought up to her mouth, eyes narrowing, ‘ did you actually just poison me? ’ before she can even give minthara a moment to answer, her mind is already putting her emotions through the ringer, as an intense pressure builds up within her, threatening to make her chest explode. betrayal, anger, but also sadness flash within glowing eyes, as her expression somewhat hardens and she leans in close to minthara’s face, ‘ do you realize i can still rip you apart before your poison claims my life? ’
She knew from the moment that their paths crossed the Nepharia was different from all the others. Even as deeply entrenched into the commands of the Absolute as Minthara was. A slave to their will. She had thought once it was a holy reverence - a divine intervention when she had arrived to spare her life. And what impeccable timing it had been. And despite all of the pain, the shame, that surrounded their meeting. It was hard not to take advantage of the desire in front of her; the want to give into that weakness. The want to be close to Nepharia no matter the consequences of such affections and damn the rest of the world. Their trust that was shared between the duo was nothing short of earned as such a bond had been tested literally, and figuratively.
But with affection, with an acceptance as pure as the one now found in her arms. There came caution, and worst of all, there came fear. With the dangers that surround their journey, the threat that hangs over their very heads - well, in their heads - only kept in order by the artifact. To which the force inside protected them on a whim from the Absolute's control. They were living on borrowed time. And there was nothing that reminded her more of that then the love she felt looking at her. Suddenly Minthara had something, someone, to lose. Suddenly the circumstances were changed. Suddenly her mind had raced toward all of the possible threats to her lover's life - and that threat included herself. Minthara's own method of doing what needed to be done when she did not have the strength to kill - poison.
And thus started the journey to subtly building up Nepharia's tolerance. Between slipping a drop into her mouth before they sleep, a drop onto her food - anything to ensure that her love could not succumb to the one threat Minthara could not fully protect her from. Today, the application came in the form of a touch on her lips - it wasn't the first time she had done it, just the first time that her succubus would notice the drow poison in Minthara's kiss.
Her mouth chases Nepharia's as the other woman pulls away. Eyes slowly opening with the heat reflected in a gaze of red and she searches her expression. Minthara could sense the threat in Nepharia's tone and it only brought the edges of her lips into a sharpened smile. Excitement reflected in the spark of her eye, and the way that her breath caught. Minthara's hands now went from enclosed around her shoulders to dragging her fingernails along her back in a desperate beckon the closing the distance between them again.
"My dosage was a bit too generous it seems.." She inhales, heatedly, and lifts her head to drag her tongue up Nepharia's chin and flick off her bottom lip. "No matter.. I'd rather it sting a bit than you die to an assassin's poison of choice... It's all about tolerance my love..nothing more.. Now.." Minthara is breathless as she lifts again off her heels to press her chest into Nepharia's - all but begging to be claimed again.
the way minthara smiles sears something within the succubus, her mind a furious whirlwind of heightened emotions— in nepharia’s mind, she has mere moments before feeling the effects of the drow poison, and then only mere moments after that will the more severe effects take place— asphyxiation would claim her within the hour. plenty of time to exact her immediate revenge, tear her claws deep into minthara’s abdomen, cradling her limp body within her arms as the life leaves her eyes.
even the notion is upsetting, and the drow’s fingernails desperately trying to claw nepharia back into her wretched embrace makes her try to pull back a bit further, against the desperate tugging. and yet, she could have gotten away if she really tried— something still wants her close, needs her close. the smell of lust is ever blossoming, and this gives nepharia pause, as minthara speaks. the gravel in her voice is like a siren song to nepharia’s ears, bewildered, glowing eyes staring down at the drow as a poisonous tongue licks at her flesh. her chest is on fire, her feral instincts screaming that this is dangerous— she is dangerous.
her emotions are so bushwhacked by the thought of minthara betraying her, it takes her a moment to consider the meaning of minthara’s words— but they do click. tolerance. and she’s reminded again of that first kill, and the method of choice. minthara isn’t just protecting nepharia from so-called assassins— she’s protecting her from minthara herself. it’s in this moment that nepharia knows she would risk eternal damnation to ensure minthara’s safety from herself as well, because the drow has given her reason to believe she will take on her battles as if they are her own.
her heart pounds in her chest, still slightly wary of what the ‘too generous’ dose of drow poison might do to her. nepharia should be furious— and apart of her is, a big part of her, it is clear in the sternness of her illuminated glare, especially as she realizes this has been an ongoing occurrence— but the succubus yields to the sound of minthara’s voice, to the way her desire smells intoxicatingly sweet, hanging heavy in the air, making nepharia’s mouth water.
the way the warmth of her body washes over pale flesh as she closes the space yet again, telling her that she is hers. minthara might as well be the succubus, with the way nepharia succumbs to the drow’s very whim, ‘ i need you to know that i think you’re fucking deranged, ’ she says it like there’s a ‘but’ coming, as her body finally begins to melt beneath the drow’s touch yet again. her once bewildered and upset expression finally begins to soften slowly, a clawed hand lifting to cup minthara’s cheek— she never flinched, not even when nepharia was threatening her. minthara is well aware of the effect she has on her already. her touch is affectionate, longing, as the ends of sharp claws bury themselves in thick, blonde hair, the pad of a smooth thumb caressing the drow’s pointed ear, ‘ and no one has loved me as madly as you. just know, that if you ever do try to kill me— we die together. ’
there’s a subtle threat within the yearning in her gaze, dark, hungry lips hovering close to the drow’s, actually desperate for another taste against her better judgement, as fingers are firmly pressed against the base of minthara’s skull, holding her close. her lips just barely graze the drow’s, but then settles their foreheads together, intense gaze locking onto hers as her other hand roams the length of minthara’s back, the tips of claws dragging somewhat firmly in its wake, ‘ go rinse your mouth, you absolute freak. and then come put it to work, ’ fangs are exposed with her growing smirk.
‘ do you see that really tall half orc in the corner ? ’ nepharia points with icy hues towards the corner of the pub, as she leans close to the other warlock— she probably smells of wine, having had quite a few glasses already. midge wanted her to relax, and for some reason she thought alcohol might do just that— relax her. but it’s only made her ravenous, famished. ‘ we’ve locked eyes three times tonight, and the third time i cast detect thoughts and gods above— filthy, filthy boy, ’ there’s a wicked smirk tugging at dark lips, as hungry eyes stare at her potential prey for the evening, ‘ my idea of cutting loose and having fun is finding a room with him and riding him ‘til he stops moving— ’ she says it so plainly, finally breaking her gaze to look over at midge, ‘ — but i don’t exactly think that’s what you meant, is it? ’
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