{Multi-muse RP blog based in a modern fantasy world of my own making, but things aren't set in stone. these characters are very flexible. Unless stated otherwise, all characters will be 18+ I have multiple sets of muses, but the main ones will be the ones involving my character Murdoch Nightingale. Mun is 21+ with several years of RPing. Semi-selective. NSFW themes with rather heavy smut.}
I'm pretty laid back when it comes to rules, but there will be a couple.
No godmodding, this is obvious and just a simple common curtesy
I love writing my characters in violent and toxic situations, but don't be killing any of my muses without us discussing the scenario first.
I have a job so I can't answer this 24/7, plus I go into random bouts of depression. Please be patient with me, and maybe give me a reminder if it's been a while.
Mun ≠ Muse. Although 3 out of my 4 main muses are generally decent people, not all of their opinions are gonna reflect mine.
NSFW is allowed and encouraged. Anything to do with Piss, Scat, and Vomit are big No-no's. I will let you know if there is anything else in the future.
Even for SFW stuff, I will not RP with minors. If your age is not stated on the blog I will not RP with you.
Here's the first chapter of my story. Probably just going to ge this one but I'm hoping to show people what it's about.
Chapter 1
The Black Wolf’s Mountaintop Fall
Lucinda Muerte was dead.
That was undeniable fact as her corpse, slowly but surely, beginning to rot as she lay in her glass casket. Prepared to very specifications by the Solarium Cathedral within the capital of the confines of Sunray Province.
This was the most beautiful Lucinda Muerte had ever looked.
She supposed it couldn’t have been helped. The cathedral craved beauty and perfectionism after all.
They worshipped the light and shunned all things dark.
This was a tragic day for them. Lucinda was sure that her death day would become a holiday of grief, which would eventually turn into small festival, which would turn into a grand celebration with drunken citizens and parades going down New Eden Avenue.
Afterall, the once prophet had seen it before. It happened with their goddess, Solarius. Why wouldn’t it happen to her?
Lucinda Muerte looked out into the mortal world before her, before a desperate cold began to envelop her. The being had no body, at least not one that Lucinda could perceive. Then words began to whisper in her decaying ear. “You took quite the tumble. Fell all the way from the highest mountaintop… well, third highest I suppose.”
Furrowed eyebrows then. A hand would go to the see through wall that separated Lucinda from what was once her body. “I was sick.”
“Were you?”
Hesitation creeped into Lucinda’s soul, a gathering was starting at the Cathedral. Her body would be paraded around soon. She didn’t answer the question. “What about my daughters and Son?”
The Being kept quiet for a moment. Thinking, analyzing. What was that sound Lucinda could hear?
Click clack click click clack clack.
Typing.
“It says right here that the Drow is not your son.” The being practically scoffed.
“Just answer the question or take me away already.”
Another pause. Another set of click clacks. Then…
“The answer to that has been redacted from the database. Someone doesn’t want you to know, clearly.”
“Clearly.” Lucinda let out a noise. “Fine. Nothing can be done from here. I must trust Abaddon to…” to protect them, but Abaddon was bad at protecting anyone. “They’re doomed, aren’t they?”
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It was a very hot day. The sun was beating down relentlessly on the citizens of Sunray Province on this day of grief and sorrow. Within the gardens of the cathedral within the capital of the province, sat a glass coffin that held the late prophet of the Solarium religion.
She had died last night in her sleep.
She had been in hospice for her illness she developed a decade prior.
Her daughters, son, and brother, knew she would pass soon, they simply didn’t know when.
And… knowing that fact made it awfully hard for any of them to cry at her funeral.
There were many many teary-eyed citizens and teary-eyed nuns that worshipped the very ground the woman walked on.
Murdoch Nightingale, Grimalda Muerte, and Abaddon Muerte all stood in a middle of a crowd as a priest started giving a Eulogy. Their eyes stayed dried.
“Where’s Ana? Shouldn’t she be the one giving this speech.” Murdoch leaned down to Grimalda’s height to ask the question.
Murdoch Nightingale. A 25-year-old half-Drow with violet skin, blue eyed, white haired, with a little mole under his left eye. He was above average on his height but not quite breaking six foot. The group wasn’t the richest, so while most of the other citizens were dressed to the nine in white and gold, Murdoch simply had on his nicest blue shirt with a loose white and gold tie that his uncle forced him to put on.
Grimalda looked up at her foster brother. The girl was a 24-year-old human, completely so, with warm brown skin, a freckled face, beautiful green eyes and curly brown hair. She, like Murdoch, wore the best shirt she had. It was a button down black one, with black jeans. Over her hair and dripped off her shoulders though was a deep red hooded cloak, with a brand on the shoulder of it that had a sun sigil on it. It was the sigil that the church used, for their prophet had sewed it together when Grimalda was very young and Lucinda was still with the very church they stood in the garden of.
Grimalda shook her head finally, “I don’t know, man. She might be a wreck right now. Her and mom were…” Well, Grimalda wanted to say Close, but saying Anastasia was close to their mother wasn’t quite the right way to describe it. “Similar.” Is what Grim ended up landing on.
Murdoch frowned at those words; something still didn’t feel right to the half-Drow. “Still… She’s the high priestess. She should defiantly be out here addressing what happened. Mom’s sickness wasn’t exactly common knowledge.”
Grim’s eyebrows furrowed, “Dude, do I look like one of those nuns too you? I have no fucking clue what’s happening behind those doors.”
Murdoch squinted at her, before reaching up and pulling her hood down over her eyes, and in a harsh whisper said, “You might as well be with how little ass you get- “
Without noticing, a behemoth of a man got between the two of them. His hand went to the back of their shirts and pulled both of them backwards and off of one another. He then leaned down, glaring at the two adult children before him. He practically snarled out, “We are at your mother’s funeral, fucking behave.”
The two would look sheepish, before looking at Abaddon. “Yes, sir.” They said, Grim adding a little huff at the end.
Abaddon Muerte. The brother to the late prophet of Sunray Province and the ex-general of the crusaders. He had the same warm brown skin that Grimalda had, and the same deeply beautiful green eyes. He was an older man, whose short, buzzed hair had grayed at as well as the stubble that was already sprouting on his chin from where he had shaved. Currently, he was wearing his crusader armor out of respect for his sister’s funeral, with a worn-down battle axe strapped to his back. Weather or not the man was able to acknowledge it, he was clearly the best dressed at this funeral.
It wasn’t much longer before the double doors of the cathedral had suddenly swung open. Out came the high priestess of the nation, wearing a long white and gold robe, and several sun sigils within her reddish-brown hair. She had sun-kissed skin and cold green eyes. She wore red lipstick, and a shawl over her shoulders. This was Anastasia Muerte, youngest to Lucinda Muerte, and second only to the Archbishop of Sunray Province and the Sun goddess herself. She was only 22 years old, but she commanded respect of a nation and the crowd and priest that was giving the Eulogy had suddenly quieted down when she walked out into the garden with her gaggle of nuns trotting behind her.
Ana looked out at the crowd, stepping forward in front of the casket, making it a backdrop for the speech she was about to make. A hand went to her chest, tapping twice on her throat. Murdoch watched, eyes wide, as he began to feel the magic sweeping across the crowd. “Shit- “he whispered before suddenly turning to Grimalda.
He reached for the girls’ cloak and suddenly pulled the cloak tighter around her shoulders and body. “She’s about to use her fucking magic.” Murdoch hissed out, using the cloak as a way to protect his dear sister… because Ana’s special brand of magic… well, Grim couldn’t be near it. Not without killing herself in the process.
The magic swept over them, a healing aura filling the crowd. All injuries, all illnesses, all of it would suddenly be cured from the crowd, from everyone… except for the girl in the red cloak and wrapped in a brotherly hug to simply save her from the magic that wished to expel her very life.
Anastasia, ignoring her brother and sister’s fiasco in the crowd, began to speak. “I just got word from the coroner. Lucinda Muerte, the mage with the gift of foresight, lay dead before you. She was a sweet and wonderful soul and is survived by her two daughters and brother. She was born and raised in Sunray Province. Along with her foresight she was a gifted painter and seamstress. Her paintings adorn our cathedrals very walls, and many of the nuns wear robes that were sewn together and enchanted by her to protect form evil and dark magic…”
Murdoch frowned, his hand coming up to suddenly clutch his arm, he didn’t know where she was going with this now… and he could feel his own magic beginning to tingle in the back of his throat.
And in that moment… that was when Ana stared towards her foster brother, “Void magicians have invaded our beautiful nation, and are under the leadership of their Virtuoso. The coroner has found traces of Void magic on her hands, her throat, and within her very organs. The Magicians had slain our beloved Prophet in the middle of the night using their magic.
At that, Murdoch swallowed a breath, and all though he was still protecting his sister from the healing magic in the air, he could feel her ball up her fists under him. She was angry… furious at the sudden acquisition.
But Ana was not done. “Void magic had always been against our doctrine, and anyone found practicing the forbidden art would be locked up, but now… after this act of high treason. All Void Mages would be rounded up and put on the chopping block from this day forward. The guards are already searching the northern countryside looking for any mages and checking their magic energies.”
A murmur spread through the crowd. This was good, right?
…
Right?
The eradication of the Void mages is what they had always strove for. It’s what their goddess stood for. It’s what the church stood for. It’s what the heart of their very nation stood for. They worshipped the light and shunned all things dark.
The citizens steeled themselves.
This was good.
Their High Priestess deemed it so.
However, that didn’t help the panic in Murdoch’s Nightingale’s throat. His magic was bubbling to the surface. He couldn’t leave… he had to make sure Grim was protected from the healing energy in the air…. She was deathly allergic to Ana’s words. He had to protect her. He was her big brother after all.
That was the thing though… He was too busy protecting her, that he hadn’t even noticed how Uncle Abaddon had pushed himself in front of both, and was stomping towards the front of the crowd.
The giant man was staring at his youngest niece, staring her down for an explanation, except guards would suddenly appear at her side, pushing Abaddon back so that he didn’t get too close to the priestess. So, he wouldn’t harm her, even though that was never his intention.
“Anastasia, girl, the fuck are you- “
And he was cut off by her magic voice booming towards the crowd. “Now disperse. We must plan on burying her within the cathedral gardens. She will be buried with the pansies she so loved to water. “
As the magic was swept right in front of him, Abaddon’s nose started to tingle. He was going to have so much hay fever after this. He was even about too… about to- ACHOO!
He ended up sneezing right into a guard’s open helmet.
The guard wheeled back in that moment, and while Abaddon was wiping his nose, he noticed this, suddenly stood up straighter and nodded his head up, “Yeah? You gonna get in the way of me talking to my niece again? The next one will be so much worse.”
“Hey, man, that was fucking disgusting.” The guard complained, his buddy pulling out a handkerchief and helping him wipe his helmet off.
Abaddon ignored them and looked to his niece.
Ana watched as the crowd dispersed. She felt her magic begin to recede and pull itself back into her very lungs as she took a deep breath. “Abaddon. I rather not cause a scene in front of the prophet’s casket. Could we step inside for a bit?”
He squinted at the request, before looking back at Grimalda and Murdoch. His nephew was finally letting his sister go, letting her breath and not being suffocated by her red cloak. He saw that Murdoch finally looked towards him, gave the boy a small thumbs up as if they conveyed anything to the boy, before walking with Ana back into the cathedral.
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Grimalda and Murdoch watched their uncle take off towards Ana and then enter the cathedral. Grim allowed herself to fill her lungs with fresh air nor that the Magi had dispersed. “We really need to get these allergies of mine under control.” She said with a shake of her head.
That would make Murdoch frown, and he rubbed his temples as he said, “…Or she could not use her healing abilities when she knows your around. Like… She had to have known you were in the crowd, right?”
Murdoch had a point, but one that Grim was going to ignore. “She has to make a show of it you know. She can’t hold herself back for one person who gets a little sick when she’s around it.”
“Grim… You’ll die if you breath her magic in.”
“Semantics.”
“No, it’s not- ugh.” Murdoch would pinch the bridge of his nose. This was a decade long fight he was constantly losing. Grimalda simply didn’t care for her own wellbeing, and Murdoch… he couldn’t get her out of that mindset. He believed it might have been a Muerte family trait, but it really shone in Grimalda herself. “Whatever. We both know Grump’s gonna be a minute. I’m gonna go drink the grief away, you coming with me?”
Grim took a step away from her brother, not quite turning towards him as she said, “No… no I think I might sit with mom for a moment. Wait on Abaddon then we’ll come get you, okay?”
Murdoch would look her up and down, concern welling over him… but he swallowed it. He knew it wouldn’t have been appreciated. “Okay.”
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“Look, Abaddon.” Ana started as she poured a glass of scotch for her uncle. The two had wound up in her office. Ana, sitting at her desk, leaned back as she poured the amber colored liquid into a glass. “These are the facts. The coroner found traces of Void magic along Mom’s throat, belly, and over her heart. A void mage is the one responsible for her death plain and simple. I’m not saying Nightingale was the one who killed her, I’m just saying it’s in the church’s best interest to… extinguish them all. Our doctrine is already against Void magic, and now one had the gall to attack and kill our prophet? I have to make an example of all of them. It’s my duties as High Priestess.”
She would slide the drink over to Abaddon, who took it but was staring at his niece with bewilderment in his eyes. “You and me both know that’s a load of bull. Find the damn suspect don’t kill all of them. You’re brother- “
Ana practically slammed down the bottle, almost shattering it in the process. “The Drow is not my brother.” Her shoulders were tense, her whole body suddenly felt rigid. She’d have to get one of her nuns to work out her kinks later. “And you act like I’m at once gonna send guards after him and execute him on the spot. No, no. Not gonna do that at all.” She would then place the cap back on the bottle, before placing it in a drawer under her desk. The spot where she kept everything that she wasn’t supposed to have ever since taking this position. “No, I’ll cut you a deal.”
Abaddon frowned at those words, nausea creeping up in the back of his throat. He looked at his scotch, swirling it around at the bottom of his glass, before placing it on his lips and tipping it backwards as he let the liquid shoot down his throat and into his stomach. “What is it?”
“As long as none of my guards or anyone reports seeing Nightingale perform Void magic, I won’t arrest him. Once you leave here, I had no clue about Nightingale’s magic… but the moment I catch word of him even doing a simple parlor trick, my guards will drag him kicking and screaming to the dungeon.”
Abaddon stared more intently to his now empty glass. He sat it down, “We both know that won’t stop him from using his blasted magic. He loves being able to go in and out of the void at will. He also loves not listening to me when I tell him something.”
That caused a chuckle to leave Ana, “Oh… I’m well aware of his behavior issues, and his lack of self-control. But that’s my deal… and it seems awfully better then me simply ordering my guards to go after him right now. It at least gives him time to… re-evaluate his choices.”
“Choices, huh.” Abaddon had quite the grimace on his face, and his hands felt suddenly bound. He could raise all hell; he could even fight to protect his nephew but at the end of the day? He was an old man with only so much fight in him. Eventually the younger recruits would get the best of him, he would only be able to protect Murdoch Nightingale for so long. He looked back to Ana, “Fine… you got a deal. From this point forward, I will make sure Murdoch doesn’t use his Magic. Now, are we done here? It’s been a long funeral, and I’d like to be able to go home and grieve the proper way.”
Ana looked to Abaddon with a tilt of her head, before saying, “Sure. Rest well.”
Abaddon nodded and began to leave. He… was gonna need to make some phone calls.
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Grimalda could feel a chill growing within the Cathedral’s graveyard. The sun was beginning to set over the western coastline, and within the twilight Grimalda’s could feel the whispers of the gods speaking in the back of her mind. The closer she got to that glass coffin, the stronger the voices came to her. Screaming in her mind, begging her to run far… far away.
She decided to ignore all that though.
She inched closer to the coffin where her mother’s body lay so very still. She didn’t see how different this was then when she was alive. Images of the past clouded Grimalda’s mind. The wheelchair her mother lived in, how she would sit in the corner, rocking, not doing much more than rocking back and forth. Not speaking, having to be spoon fed, having to be carried from the chair to the bed and back again when the sun rose once more. Her house has been devoid of life for the last five years.
No.
Grimalda’s mother was dead the moment she lost her voice.
That was the moment Grimalda felt the shift. When she accepted Lucinda’s death.
She simply waited for the day Lucinda’s body caught up with her mind.
She couldn’t feel sad; she couldn’t shed a tear.
All she felt was pure unfiltered rage.
It showed on her face, as she pressed her hands against that glass coffin, pressing her face against the glass. She glared; she dared for it to move. To prove her wrong, but of course… Lucinda Muerte couldn’t.
“You’re really fucking selfish.”
She spoke the words into the glass, feeling her breath burn them into the world.
“Murdoch needed you; Abaddon still needed you; fuck Ana absolutely needed your guidance. She’s going fucking crazy, mom.” A whimper left Grimalda’s voice, but she caught herself, squashing it in her throat.
No response. What else did she expect?
“You were silent for so long. You stopped singing. Our house has been dead since.” She huffed then, before letting go of the coffin, falling to the grass below. She sat with her back against the coffin, looking up at the darkening sky above. Her anger began to subside for a moment. “Ana became High Priestess. I doubt you remember that. Abaddon opened up that Butcher shop and is going to help share the profits with me, as long as I continue to provide him with the pig meat. He told me he got some of the other local farmers to offer up their cows and chickens when they start getting too old. Murdoch got with that Mosquera boy a couple years ago and nearly was killed by him on… several occasions, but they broke up, thank the gods. I almost killed him myself when I found out. Apparently, he took off for- “
She looked up for a moment, tilting her head back just enough to see the tips of the cathedral’s towers. “Well, here actually. He ran off to the capital, to the cathedral for protection from Murdoch’s magic. At least that’s the story Murdoch told me. Then again, that boy always love struck, but is terrible when it comes to acting on it.”
She huffed, an ongoing problem that she was finally able to let her grievances out about.
Grimalda’s arms tightened around her body now, holding herself in comfort, before saying, “And I’m sure you want to know about myself. Well, my life’s been stagnant ever since you got sick. I’ve been stuck, you know… I’m thinking about selling the farm. Moving to Acidrial, or maybe to Eden. Maybe I’ll move north across Cupid’s Arrows and into Frost Reaches. I’ll have to get some furs for that though, lot colder there then I’m use too.” A smile finally touched Grim’s face, “Maybe I’ll stow away on a pirate ship, maybe vacation on the Unwelcoming Isles.”
Happy thoughts reached her mind… only to be crushed by an unfamiliar disembodied voice whispering in Grimalda’s ear.
“Hypocrite.”
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This Tavern was a lot livelier than the one down in the farmlands. It was full of beautiful dames and strong crusaders getting a drink at the end of their shifts. In Murdoch Nightingale’s addictive and grieving mind, all he saw was a buffet of people to go home with tonight.
On the night of his foster mother’s funeral.
He had to deal with the grief somehow, and this was how he was dealing with it this entire time.
It never caused problems before.
Nope.
Absolutely never.
Murdoch sat at the bar stool, leaning over the counter just enough looking at the elvish bar tender, “I need a Moonbeam Toxipolitan, and make it a double.” Murdoch would pull out the last of his gold and place it on the countertop.
While doing this he didn’t even notice the bartender’s roll of their eyes, and how he muttered, “Yeah, I’m sure you do want that, buddy.”
Not hearing the microaggression, he turned, leaning his back against the countertop, as he took stock of the inventory presented before him.
Murdoch saw a group of crusaders, all a little drunk and their armor already half off. There was male and female couple, they seemed to be having an argument. There was what looked like a lone female gunslinger a few stools down, smoking a cigarette despite the no smoking signs.
There were so many options in Murdoch’s mind, much more than there was back home, and his imagination ran wild. The crusaders could take turns getting their aggression out, he could help the male and female calm down and relax. He was sure that the female gunslinger had no problems pulling his-
“Nightingale?” a familiar chuckle, “Murdoch is that you?”
Murdoch frowned at the voice and then looked up at who approached him… and suddenly felt his blood run cold. He saw someone he knew. Someone he dreaded seeing again.
He looked up to see an Elven man, with long brownish gray hair, pulled back in a pony tail. A small beard gracing his chin. He had green eyes and pale skin. He wore gloves, and an apron still, as well as a pair of googles on top of his head. It looked like this man had been working and didn’t bother getting changed before heading to the Tavern. Which made sense to Murdoch considering who stood before him.
Ubel Mosquera.
Murdoch’s ex that he broke up with two years prior.
His tongue began tasting metal. He remembered all the times Ubel had almost killed him in the past. And here he was before him, looking clean. Looking like he had a job somewhere. Happy, surprised to see him, but happy none the less.
“How long has it been?”
Murdoch would hear the clink of a glass behind him but refused to take his eyes off of Ubel in that instance. “2 years, I believe. I mean, I did chase you out of the farmlands, so I wasn’t expecting to see you ever again.
Ubel rubbed the back of his head, “Right… Right.” He looked sheepish, almost nervous now. Despite the reminder, Ubel was acting bold, he ended up taking the empty stool next to Murdoch. “And I am… sorry about all that. I can’t really, you know, make up for what I did to you, but I am sorry.” And for a moment, Murdoch felt like Ubel meant it, and then he reminded himself how manipulative his ex was… and how good at lying he was in the past.
Murdoch never knew the truth from him in the past, so he assumed that would be true as of now. “Sure, Ubel, is there a reason you’re here ruining my mood.”
And at this, Ubel chuckled, “lot bolder than I remember.” He took a drink of the scotch that was in his hand, before looking Murdoch over for a moment, “I saw you, it had been a long time, and I knew I shouldn’t have said anything, but… I also heard about the funeral.”
He brought his glass to his lips, as he said into the cup, “I had a feeling I’d find you in a place like this.”
Murdoch glared at his ex at the accusation, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Ubel would smirk at his ex’s words, knowing he hit a nerve, but not entirely caring about that, “It means… that I know you if it meant I found you. You tend to drink and fuck your grief away. That’s why you’re here right? Looking for a partner for the night?”
Murdoch’s nose crinkled at that. His eyes wandering Ubel’s face, his body was jerking away from the elf. He now seemed like the same man a few years ago. He always loved getting under Murdoch’s skin after all. Now Ubel was scanning the crowd, before pointing to a waitress getting harassed by a group of male customers, “I suggest the broad over there.” Then in a low whisper said, “use your void magic to tie up those men, bang them against the wall a few times, and that dame will be bouncing in your lap until the sun rises.”
Ubel laughed, leaning back against the counter, “When has that ever stopped you before? You love those party tricks you can do, are you really going to be stopped by something so insignificant as the law?” He shrugged then, leaning towards Murdoch for a moment, “besides, no one can even see you do them. Or just have Lily do sneak over and kick their asses.” Ubel said, before boldly tapping Murdoch’s wrist.
That was when Murdoch’s shoulders slumped, “Did you not catch wind of the High Priestess announcement today? They’ll execute anyone that uses Void magic.”
Hidden under Murdoch’s clothes was a seemingly innocent tattoo of black snake with blue eyes wrapped around his wrist. Little did most know that this was a manifestation of his magic that Murdoch could make do his bidding.
Murdoch hated it, but Ubel was right. He knew the law wasn’t going to stop him from using his magic. It was apart of him after all.
Murdoch rolled up both his sleeves to his elbows, looking over his wrist at the little snake that he had named Lilith. This place was so busy, he knew no one was paying attention to either one of them. He let out a low whistle, feeling the lights of the bar dim ever so slightly. That was when Lily awakened, and slithered down off of his arm, kept in her shadow form across the floor, under the tables, until she got to the table of customers harassing the waitress.
One had just grabbed the woman’s wrist, and was about to pull her into his lap, when Lily grabbed the man by the legs, pulling him out of the material world and going into the void realm, before spitting him back out.
The action was quick, effective, and left the man clearly scarred, but the waitress got away from him. The magic caught the attention of the crusaders, who suddenly looked incredibly tired… but put his helmet back on and went to the man, planning on asking him questions and figured out who pulled him out of their realm. Lily returned to Murdoch’s wrist.
Ubel watched the entire scene before him with a grand grin on his face. “Look at that. You still got it don’t you.” He scratched his chin, “Though, that method was rather sneaky, Dunno if she’s going to be bouncing on you like I hoped. There’s still time though, maybe we can corner her- “
Murdoch looked back to Ubel then. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Ubel chuckled and wrapped an arm around Murdoch’s shoulder. He was getting bolder with every action, and all Murdoch could do was glare, “being your wingman. You need it clearly. Don’t worry, there’s still plenty to choose from if that woman wasn’t your type.”
“I don’t need a wingman.”
“You do.”
“No, I-, “Murdoch pinched the bridge of his nose, “You know what, I’m not feeling this anymore. I’m going to go find my family and go home.”
“What, no, no, I can’t- “as Murdoch started standing up, Ubel would grab him by the wrist, and pull him back towards him, green pleading eyes staring into a pair of irritated blues. One hand hit him by the wrist, and the other went to his hip, pulling him in and keeping him there. “I’ve missed you. Please, I… I felt so happy seeing you here, I just- I had to see you again.” Ubel’s head fell into Murdoch’s stomach, and he sounded rather sad and pathetic in that moment, “I needed to see you again. When you broke up with me, it was like I lost a piece of my very soul. I need you back, I’ve been lost without you.”
This gave Murdoch pause, and he felt his heart begin to swell in that moment. Maybe he had changed? Maybe… but Murdoch knew he couldn’t forgive so easily.
Murdoch, very carefully, placed a hand on Ubel’s head, running his fingers through it, before saying. “You still have connection to my crystal. Call me, and maybe we can catch up.”
Ubel’s eyes lit up at that, “Okay… that sounds like a deal. I’ll call you up tomorrow. Promise.” Murdoch formed a soft smile on his face, despite how weak he was feeling. He leaned down, very gently leaving a kiss on his ex’s lips. “Talk to you tomorrow.”
He touched his ex’s face, before leaving the Tavern, planning on looking for his sister and Uncle. He didn’t hear the bar tender scoff and say, “You didn’t even touch your order.”
Murdoch Nightingale left the Tavern, but the moment the door closed, he turned back around, staring at the closed door before sighing to himself.
He truly was weak and pathetic creature.
It wasn’t even an hour later, before he was pushed stomach first down onto a bed, feeling his pants come off his body, and Ubel fill him.
"I, uh..." There was a nervous now in his voice. He glanced away, swallowed, before looking back at Souji, looking him up and down then. Still very obviously hard despite his sudden nervousness. "This is normally the other way around for me." He admitted.
He normally bottomed for other men... But things were different now. And white frankly, he wanted to see Souji faced down into his mattress. He actively wanted to be inside of him.
He leaned back slightly, before reaching for himself undoing his pants, and pulling out the throbbing hard cock. The king wasn't huge, but he was a decent size. He watched Souji, quietly trying to gage the reaction before saying, "How about we start by you undressing for me. I'm aching to know what you look like under those clothes."
Murdoch watched him get undressed, slowly stroking himself as it happened. His eyes wandered, looked all over that boys body until it landed on his cock.
And then the words came out, and Murdoch would pause his movements, his eyes gave him a once over, before he reached out, pulling the other man close to him in that moment, "You're perfect." He managed to say.
His free hand would then wrap around Souji, slowly stroking the two of them off at first, watching the other for a reaction, but there was a bite to his lip. Something was quietly brewing in the back of Murdoch's mind. Something that he hadn't done in a while now, and was quietly aching to do again. At least briefly. At least to get things going.
He, rather impulsively, would lean down, before taking Souji's cock in his mouth, beginning a slow bob of his head. The angle was awkward, but Murdoch was content doing this for Souji.
Amelia was sitting on the edge of her make shift bed. She had a darker complexion, golden eyes, pink hair that was pulled back. She wore red and black armor currently, and even had a cape to boot. She was rather intimidating looking, and there was currently a fire in her eyes.
Her princess was stolen away by that blasted dragon, and she was preparing to bring her back home. "I never called for any support?" Though she had two others in her group. "Who sent you?"
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When Mini heard that she started practically choking around him, going farther down him until she felt it enter the back of her throat. She had a lack of oxygen, but that didn't stop her from how badly she wanted it.
Mini was red haired, and her fox like ears were currently twitching. Her breasts were out, but the only thing she wore was a green tube top that barely concealed her breasts. Her fox tail was wrapped around one of her legs as she fingered herself, going at it pretty roughly. She was gonna make him breed her once he got his first load out.
"A concerned woman with a big heart. I mean you no harm. In fact, I mean you protection. I am Dick, your humble servant." The demon brought himself into the light, and he had put some clothes on to appear at least somewhat decent, though his purple skin was a giveaway as to what he was.
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Y'limar involuntary tensing his grip on her neck before he buried his cock as far down her throat, his cock throbbing as he pushed a load of his thick cum in her mouth and down her throat.
"Damn ... fine... throat on you. You would make a great addition to my tribe~" He was panting as he let go and stepped back, his cock covered in her saliva and his seed.
Amelia looked at the demon from where she was sitting, before standing up. She was very tall, and still had quite a bit of armor that hid the toned body underneath. Despite that it wouldn't be hiding her thick chest that she could end up suffocating Dick with if she wanted to. She saw his purple skin, had been around long enough to know, fought and killed enough monsters, demons, vampires, and dragons to know what he was. "And who would be desperate enough to have an incubus protect me? What kind of knucklehead would be so stupid and desperate to make a sex deal with a literal devil?"
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Mini would swallow every last bit of him, before sitting up on the bed. He had finished but she was not done with him. She faced towards him, leaning back and spreading her legs wide for him in that moment. "I could always... Consider being your little village whore. But first, I need your help, love~" and with that word her phermonial magic took over, releasing a sweet mind controlling aroma that would make this man want her and only her for a bit. "I need you to help us save our princess Ebony. You can do that right? Help us slay the dragon... And you can pump a load into me every night during our journey." Her voice was achincally sweet, all while she was being manipulative.
A noise left her when he suddenly took control and forced her down on him. It hurt a bit, not like she truly minded, but it did. The angle was awkward, with his cock still between her tits, but she still had it in her mouth regardless.
She sucked as much as she could, licked around his tip all while feeling it thrust between her breasts.
His aggression turned her on, not that she would admit it, but her legs would slowly spread for him, while a hand attempted to undo her pants. She was soaked and beginning to feel desperate.
Balthazar wasn't done punishing her for her mouth, thrusting hard between her breasts while forcing her to keep her mouth around his cock. It might have been an awkward angle, but it felt damn good.
Noticing her legs spreading below him, he couldn't help but smile at Grim. "That's how a woman should look. Beneath me. Worshiping me."
He wanted to be seen as a breathing god, and this was only fueling that self made image.
Once he felt she had been punished enough for her remark, he let go of her head, still thrusting between her breasts but giving her the freedom to move her head back again if she wants.
And she would move her head back, practically jerking it away after he had forced her mouth around him. She had almost choked during that, and the anger was present in her face.
But despite this, despite him punishing her for her mouth, she had her fingers pressed between her legs, rather aggressively fingering herself while watching him.
She liked this. She liked the anger and aggression and the punishment, it was clear with what her body was doing. She held her breasts tighter around his cock, wanting him to release himself all over her body or deep inside of her.
"you're going have to try a lot harder then that to get me to start worshipping your cock."
A challenge there, one that ended with her moaning out, as she started hitting her own clit with her fingers. Gods above, she loved having her body abused like this.
"Did you touch yourself to the thought of me being inside this pussy of yours?" He asked then, before looking to her when she pulled him closer "seems like you're ready for me." There was a chuckle, a legit one.
Oh, he was going to make this good. At least for himself.
The panties were still pushed to the side, as he removed the fingers out of her. He stared her down before placing the fingers in his mouth, getting a taste of her. "Hmm, maybe if you're good tonight, I might eat you out next time." He decided he liked her taste... So maybe he would do that for her. If she behaved.
That was when he pushed his cock inside of her. A hand going to pin down one of her arms as he started a rhythmic thrusting inside of her.
"I-I..I did.." Willow confesses, the confession causing her cheeks to flush an even deeper red. A mewl escapes her as his fingers are pulled free, her body twitching at the cool air now caressing her wet folds. She watches him suck on his fingers, eyes widening before her eyebrows squish with fluster.
"E-Eat me o-AH!" Her body arches at the sudden thrust of his cock inside her, walls clenching around him in protest of the intrusion even as her core lights up with pleasure. Her body rocks with his thrusts, the hand not pinned beneath him reaching to grip onto his shirt. She moans, head tilting back as her thoughts are lost to the feeling of him inside her once more. "W-W-wait...I can't...I can't take it...it's feels too good..."
He watched her squirm beneath him, and let out a faint chuckle at the sight. "Oh, I think you can take it just fine. It's like you were practically made for me."
And he really believed that when he started thrusting inside of her, going slow simply because he wanted to be sure to savor this feeling. Out of all the women he had slept with, she felt absolutely perfect. Practically divine but he wouldn't admit that out loud. Though it could be seen on his face. He would grab the hand on his shirt, pinning it down with the other one, as his movements began to grow faster. "No, I think you're going to take all of me... Fuck, I think you're going to have to come by daily." He knew he wouldn't be satisfied with just a second time.
He wanted her for himself. That's what his obsessive mind told him. He needed to find a way to keep her.
She stared up at him, the snark present on her face, but it ended up a huff, "Not like I have much of a choice, other than abandoning my brother here. Do whatever you want too me. I don't care as long as you hold your end of the deal."
As long as she got training, that was all that mattered. She could endure this.
She watched the cock between her tits for a moment, feeling herself grow wetter by the sight of it. She leaned down, sucking at the cock Everytime it came up to meet her face for a moment. She was practically drooling for it already, a bit of that drool left her mouth and coated her tits.
Though her mouth suddenly got the better of herself, and she ended up saying, "don't be surprised if you get humiliated too."
He chuckled at the snark on her face, feeling her suck his cock with each thrust, which only sped up the more she was drooling and coating her own tits with her drool. This was going to be a good time, until her mouth got the better of her. With a growl, he grabbed the back of her head.
"You could only wish to humiliate me too." Balthazar was not going to let Grim even think she could try anything. With a strong hand and force, he forced her down mouth down on his cock, not letting her up for a moment.
If she was going to be a smart mouth, he would make her regret it.
A noise left her when he suddenly took control and forced her down on him. It hurt a bit, not like she truly minded, but it did. The angle was awkward, with his cock still between her tits, but she still had it in her mouth regardless.
She sucked as much as she could, licked around his tip all while feeling it thrust between her breasts.
His aggression turned her on, not that she would admit it, but her legs would slowly spread for him, while a hand attempted to undo her pants. She was soaked and beginning to feel desperate.
She watched him go, before biting her lip. She could hear the dragon coming home to the tower, it would wrap itself around it, every so often peering inside. At some point, Ebony would get in bed, playing with the new brand etched into her skin.
---
Currently Amelia, along with a companion named Dallas were in an encampment, waiting for their friend Mini to return with the help they requested. Amelia was busy sharpening her sword and checking the weight of her shield in her own tent while Dallas was cleaning her guns at the campfire outside.
Mini however? She was currently at the near by village, within a hut. She had used one of her abilities to charm the villagers. She had gone through them rather rabbidly but she finally found the one she wanted to bring along. And right now?
Right now she had her face hanging off the side of the bed, taking his cock in her throat while her hand played with her pussy, waiting to take his load down her throat.
Dick arrived at the encampment, lurking in a shadow before clearing his throat. "Excuse me, I heard there was a group here in need of a little other realm special strength." He wasn't sure who he was closest to, but it happened to be Amelia he was closest to.
The warrior that Mini was servicing and convincing to help was a red haired Miqo'te, who was wrapping one hand around her neck while he thrust his cock down her throat.
"Fuck I am close." The cock of the cat man was twitching and throbbing, his tail even twitching and swishing behind him.
Amelia was sitting on the edge of her make shift bed. She had a darker complexion, golden eyes, pink hair that was pulled back. She wore red and black armor currently, and even had a cape to boot. She was rather intimidating looking, and there was currently a fire in her eyes.
Her princess was stolen away by that blasted dragon, and she was preparing to bring her back home. "I never called for any support?" Though she had two others in her group. "Who sent you?"
---
When Mini heard that she started practically choking around him, going farther down him until she felt it enter the back of her throat. She had a lack of oxygen, but that didn't stop her from how badly she wanted it.
Mini was red haired, and her fox like ears were currently twitching. Her breasts were out, but the only thing she wore was a green tube top that barely concealed her breasts. Her fox tail was wrapped around one of her legs as she fingered herself, going at it pretty roughly. She was gonna make him breed her once he got his first load out.
There was a shiver that ran down her spine as he spoke. Something she couldn't help... And something she didn't want to ignore. Then he touched her, a small gesture but one that had her eyes laser focused on his hand. She would ever so blatantly left his hand off her shoulder, before dropping it off of her.
"now we shall." She stated. Clearly not liking his touch. At least that's what her face was saying.
She had started pulling her cloak tighter around herself. She had stolen one of her brother's button downs that morning. The buttons were straining against her chest.
She hadn't been touched by anyone in a hot minute, his hand weighed on her mind, and she could feel the heat begin to pool.
Grimalda was skilled to say the least, and she had his full attention. The more her tongue worked the shaft of his cock, the hotter it was for him. To have her down and offering herself like this.
If her tits and mouth were this good, he might not even need to fuck her, though he was kidding himself. Of course he will.
The offer to fuck her tits though, he wouldn't pass up. After she pressed them around his cock, he started thrusting between them, making sure to keep eye contact with her.
"You know I'm going to not only keep my promise, but I'm going to find ways to humiliate you. Are you ready to withstand that?"
She stared up at him, the snark present on her face, but it ended up a huff, "Not like I have much of a choice, other than abandoning my brother here. Do whatever you want too me. I don't care as long as you hold your end of the deal."
As long as she got training, that was all that mattered. She could endure this.
She watched the cock between her tits for a moment, feeling herself grow wetter by the sight of it. She leaned down, sucking at the cock Everytime it came up to meet her face for a moment. She was practically drooling for it already, a bit of that drool left her mouth and coated her tits.
Though her mouth suddenly got the better of herself, and she ended up saying, "don't be surprised if you get humiliated too."
Within the monster infested island of celestial tide would be a sacred grove hidden by trees and wood. In the middle of this grove would be a very tall tower, protected by a green dragon that used his hues to camouflage itself amongst the jungle. It protected the tower and the princess that was locked away inside.
However, there were those who knew how to sneak inside. Those who knew how to not draw the dragon's attention, but once the dragon would catch you... You'll never be able to return without a fight.
The princess' lover had been caught recently, and hadn't had a chance to make it back to the tower. She was on a beach currently, setting up camp for the night and gathering allies before planning on killing the dragon and finally taking her princess home.
And Ebony Fukumoto knew that. Knew that she would do everything in her power to bring Ebony home and kill her dragon protector.
That was why... Why ebony had summoned a demon into her tower to make a deal... And was how she ended up with her skirt and panties on the ground, and faced down into a table as the demon used her pussy.
Her long black hair was dangling to the ground below her as she asked, "So-so do we have a deal? You'll protect Amelia from the dragon, and I'll let you fuck me however you want?" She could feel drool forming in her mouth as she muttered, "Gods above, it's so big~"
She watched him go, before biting her lip. She could hear the dragon coming home to the tower, it would wrap itself around it, every so often peering inside. At some point, Ebony would get in bed, playing with the new brand etched into her skin.
---
Currently Amelia, along with a companion named Dallas were in an encampment, waiting for their friend Mini to return with the help they requested. Amelia was busy sharpening her sword and checking the weight of her shield in her own tent while Dallas was cleaning her guns at the campfire outside.
Mini however? She was currently at the near by village, within a hut. She had used one of her abilities to charm the villagers. She had gone through them rather rabbidly but she finally found the one she wanted to bring along. And right now?
Right now she had her face hanging off the side of the bed, taking his cock in her throat while her hand played with her pussy, waiting to take his load down her throat.
There was a shiver that ran down her spine as he spoke. Something she couldn't help... And something she didn't want to ignore. Then he touched her, a small gesture but one that had her eyes laser focused on his hand. She would ever so blatantly left his hand off her shoulder, before dropping it off of her.
"now we shall." She stated. Clearly not liking his touch. At least that's what her face was saying.
She had started pulling her cloak tighter around herself. She had stolen one of her brother's button downs that morning. The buttons were straining against her chest.
She hadn't been touched by anyone in a hot minute, his hand weighed on her mind, and she could feel the heat begin to pool.
Balthazar was learning more and more about Sunray. He let her undress at her own pace. For now.
The insignia was from her mother and she avoided calling her sister by anything other than her name, from the seems of it.
Grimalda was very interesting to the tyrant~
"I had no intention of letting Murdoch know. It might get in the way of his training." While she undressed, Balthazar undid his pants, revealing after his cock to Grim, giving her a look at the size of what she was about to take.
"By doing this, you agree to whatever I put down when I sign the paperwork to make you a citizen. I hope your ready for that."
She looked at the cock in front of her, and there was a faint bite to her lip. She continued unbuttoning her shirt as he spoke to her, before reaching behind her and started undoing her bra. She stared up at the king, and stared, "I don't care what you do to me. As long as I get actual training so that I can protect Murdoch. I want real training."
It came out as a command, however... She seemed much more willing to not fight against Balthazar if he came through with it.
Her bra was now off, and dropped unceremoniously onto the ground. Her tits were quite big now that the shirt was off. She had a tattoo over her left shoulder and down the breast of roses and lilies.
Her pants still needed off, but if she was doing it she was taking control at least for a moment. She took his cock into her hand, stroking it slowly as she looked up at him, "why even bother with me when my brother is so ready to suck your cock and be used by you?" She chastised for a moment. God he was so big though, a quiet part of her couldn't wait to feel it inside her. She waited for an answer, leaning down then to slowly swirl her tongue over the tip of his cock.
Her breasts were sinful, and he was already imagining the things he could do to them, so much so he didn't process what she was saying at first, until she was stroking his cock. The pleasure actually making him focus.
"Real training, of course. For you, and him. I do intend to make him powerful, and as much as I'll be taking up your time, a powerful man needs a powerful protector." He let out a sound of pleasure, not quite a moan but more then a groan at her actions.
"Why not him? It's true, he's eager. He wants it. And he may get it, but I want to see him grow first and foremost. That Murdoch is an investment of which that the Province didn't seem to understand." He was doing his best to speak clearly, but he was a little strained, since he was trying not to let his draconic urges take over and rip her clothes off. He was trying to be civil.
"That, and you have big tits and I like that on a woman."
She listened to him speak as her tongue swirled around his tip, and then down his length. She heard every word as she focused on the cock in front of her. He liked her breasts, most men did so it wasn't a surprise.
She would quietly keep it to herself that with Murdoch's abilities, he could potentially make a playmate for Balthazar that could have whatever size breasts he wanted. Grim decided that Balthazar didn't get to know about her, she didn't want her ruined like she was about to be.
No, she was going to keep his focus on her as long as she could. With that thought in mind, she pushed his cock between her breasts, "Them why don't you to fuck me for a while if you like them so much?" There was a lick of her lips as she stared up at him, watching him, "then maybe you can let me fuck myself on it."
Within the monster infested island of celestial tide would be a sacred grove hidden by trees and wood. In the middle of this grove would be a very tall tower, protected by a green dragon that used his hues to camouflage itself amongst the jungle. It protected the tower and the princess that was locked away inside.
However, there were those who knew how to sneak inside. Those who knew how to not draw the dragon's attention, but once the dragon would catch you... You'll never be able to return without a fight.
The princess' lover had been caught recently, and hadn't had a chance to make it back to the tower. She was on a beach currently, setting up camp for the night and gathering allies before planning on killing the dragon and finally taking her princess home.
And Ebony Fukumoto knew that. Knew that she would do everything in her power to bring Ebony home and kill her dragon protector.
That was why... Why ebony had summoned a demon into her tower to make a deal... And was how she ended up with her skirt and panties on the ground, and faced down into a table as the demon used her pussy.
Her long black hair was dangling to the ground below her as she asked, "So-so do we have a deal? You'll protect Amelia from the dragon, and I'll let you fuck me however you want?" She could feel drool forming in her mouth as she muttered, "Gods above, it's so big~"
Having felt her cum around his cock, he pressed into her and came inside of her, filling her with potent demon cum.
As he finished inside of her, the sigil he etched into her glowed, and he seemed to take just a hint of her life force away. Not even a say day removed from the sands of time, but just enough to get a taste of the woman he had claimed.
Content with having used her up and made the deal, he pulled out of her slowly, rubbing her hip softly.
"I'll protect your precious from the dragon. I am a demon of my word, after all.~" That being said, he did realize he wasn't obligated to protect from anything else ... But he wasn't going to be one of those demons today, he'll go by the spirit of the deal.
