blest are the weary.

multi-character blog. urban fantasy. possibly nsfw, definitely 18+. #burialscenes.

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how did i even get here i am not good with computer

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various-lewds‌:

The deal was simple that Selene made with the magician, sex for a magical item. Plus a deal that was made somewhat easily and that said magician agreed to easier then Selene had thought she would. Regardless it was a deal the werewolf had no intention on keeping her end on, not fully at least. Selene had told some of her fellow werewolf friends, five of them to be exact, to come break and use this girl to no end or what Selene had told them all, take her.

All of Selene’s friends had came over and the plan was given to them so each knew what to do when Benny arrived, be in werewolf form and grab her asap once she was in and sort of felt comfortable. Something that hopefully would be simple but could backfire seeing as they were messing with a powerful mage, then again the body Benny had was worth the risk.

When the knock came at the door everyone got into there hiding spot except for Selene who currently, unlike the others, was her normal human self wearing just some jeans and a shit. A normal attire really. Once Selene was sure everyone was hidden safely away she opened the door a minute after it being knocked on. “I can sort of see the collar despite the trench coat so I’m guessing you have on the outfit, hurry on inside so we can get started beautiful.” The whole time she spoke not once did she look the woman in the eyes, the whole time she just checked her out before moving to the side to let Benny in.

   “You’ll have plenty of time to check me out. Let me in. It’s cold.” It wasn’t, not for an ice magician, but Benny wasn’t perfect. Even her resolve was dropping. She was used to being objectified; made it easier to work, usually. This should be no different. Hooking a thumb beneath the ridiculous pink collar to show it more obviously, the mage elbowed her way in, only hanging up the coat once she’d heard the door close.

   And yes, the outfit was ridiculous -- a pair of pink-patterned overalls, with little beneath other than a tiny bikini beneath. Her legs, trimmed with frilly thighhighs, were otherwise only hidden by the built-in shorts. Adorned with a frilly ‘babe’ on the chest, it and her collar suggested to Benny that Selene had some weird internet bookmarks. On anyone else, it’d be lurid. On Benny, it was utterly lascivious.

   She licked her lips, took a breath, trying to get into the proper headspace, and turned on a heel, offering her best sultry smile at Selene. God, she must’ve had a foot-and-a-half on her. “So, you’ve got me right where you want me,” she breathed out, trying on her best porn voice. “Show me the phylactery and you can have me wherever you want me.”

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  Just a business transaction, nothing more. It was business, and she was a mercenary. No need to make anything weird. (Well. Weirder.) . Everything was a currency, and she’d been invited. No reason to not bind herself with sorcerous protection, though. One doesn’t just walk into a werewolf den in lingerie without making some preparations, even if the ultimate intention was to take it off.

   If it’d been her choice to wear it, it’d have been fine -- not that much more lascivious than the kind of outfit Benny preferred regardless, but that it was a specific request galled her. Selene was enough of a creep to wave aside normal promise of favors for this one. That she had the outfit ready and in the right proportions was its own color of worrysome, but... Whatever. People who usually asked for this kind of shit couldn’t talk the talk. She’d take it off, Selene would lose her nerve, and Benny would walk out with the phylactery. No need to panic.

   Glancing down at her outfit to ensure she was mostly covered as she stepped from the alleyway portal, and adjusting the trench coat when it didn’t, the magician was quick to head up to the brownstone, knocked twice, primly. Better hurry up -- the trench only made it just below her knees, and without anything over her legs, people were gonna notice quick.

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   first of all, none of this is my fault.

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Andrea took a deep breath before trying to walk away, “Well I mean I suppose that’ll work.” The woman had worked closely with the pack, but this storm was the first time she had been alone with the woman and she didn’t know whether or not she should actually go after the woman. Right now she was doing everything in her power to stay away from the woman, considering what her scent was doing to Andi…Being closer could be dangerous.

Luckily Velia was out of her reach, at least for now. But finally the brunette had jumped up on the wooden beam that her partner was on. “I can’t take it anymore.” The wolf whined, though it had a hint of danger to the whine, as if she would rip out anyone’s throat if they got in her way. “Your scent is driving me into a rut.” Would this…godling even know what a rut was? She honestly had no idea, but they were trapped together and now Andi needed to know why. “What is going on with you? I’m losing control, and I don’t like this.”

   “I claim bloodline from Demeter. Fertility.” The word was spat with more vitriol than the foulest curse. Dogs were to be used, not treated like equals, and only the turbulence of the weather outside kept Velia from cutting a rift Below and leaving Andrea to her rut. “If you are affected by that, I recommend you lock yourself into one of the cute little bedrooms below us, and get off of this plank with which I’ve so pointedly used to alienate myself.”

   Maybe she was curious about this weird world. That was fine and good, but to be carried out somewhere else and with someone else. No way was Velia going to let herself be reduced to some rutting mess in front of a dog -- a dog that wouldn’t even be able to satisfy this awful breeding itch, and all the more humiliating for it. If she could rob Andrea of her scent entirely, she would have; divine pride was hard to deal with at the best of times. Couldn’t -- couldn’t let it get to her. “Leave me. Now.”

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I don’t think so,” came the definitive response, harsh and firm as she strode for the cabinet. Clearly, she was disgusted by the suggestion – was this some bizarre infernal version of gaslighting? Implying a relationship where none existed? Taking Velia to some pathetic hovel did not lovemaking entail. It was, in its own way, perhaps marginally effective – by not arguing further, the godling had accepted some terms of the agreement. “You’ve a twisted perspective; we’ve never met, O Beast. And I like to think I’m not fool enough to bed with a creature like you. You have your eye candy; go and touch yourself to it while I get work done.”

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“ I think yes.” Shoving the other to the bed a soft whisper to her ear as she gave a hard smack against Velia’s plump ass. “ Maybe a beast but at least I’m not a slut like you who portrays herself as a demi-goddess when in reality JUST likes a good fuck.” Pulling Velia’s hair as send several smacks against her ass for being a disobedient pet.

The curse of her suit finally presented itself, as Velia felt the harsh slaps hurt -- more than they should have, leaving her pert rear a harsh red. Needed to get it off, and quickly. It was clearly affecting her reaction times, if nothing else. Would’ve been able to see Kisara’s clumsy lunge forward coming a mile away. But now here she was, pressed up against the beast’s bed with her ass in the air, holding back just barely on yelping as Kisara administered ‘punishment.’

   “Get off of me,” came her demand, thighs pressing together as the realization struck: oh, Gods, I’m wet. Needed to fight it, needed to fight against the demon, she wasn’t a slut, wasn’t... If only she could tell that to the heat between her legs. “I’m not your toy!” Managing a solid foothold, Velia steadied herself, taking a deep breath before kicking upward, hoping to bash Kisara in the sternum, if not between her legs entirely. “Our contract is over, demon. It was a mistake to trust your word.”

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andreaxharper‌:

Andrea looked at the woman for a moment, there was an…odd scent coming off her. She had worked with Andrea’s pack before, but the Alpha had kept a distance from her for obvious reasons; though now they were stuck in this building together and something about the woman’s scent was driving her into a rut; which was not good. “A-are you okay over there?” she asked, brushing a hand through her long, brunette hair. “You’re um, your scent changed.” she said quietly, “It’s um…it’s different.”

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   She’d have thought that the pistol worn clearly on her belt and the carving mercilessly attacked with a pocket-knife would be enough to ward off any discussion; suffice it to say, trapped in a kitschy bed-and-breakfast with a werewolf was not Velia’s idea of a relaxing evening. Until the storm wore itself off, though, there she was, and there she’d stay, perched upon an exposed building beam and letting wood shavings percolate to the floor below.

   “Great. Thanks.” When the curse hit, it hit bad. Without the comfort of her usual herbal concoctions to mete it to a comfortable level, yeah, no kidding her scent changed. Nothing more than self-control and discipline kept the godling from mounting the couch and rubbing against it in some primal attempt to satiate herself. Even if her pride allowed her to explain, Velia doubted very much that a wolf would be able to help. Need a throat ripped? Call on the pack. Sensitive matters of bloodline curses, less so. “Don’t mind me. I’ll be up here.”

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   I need a heckin bigger reason to be on here because I love the characters but effort is hard. So, like this if you wanna talk about ships. reminder that velia is gay and tracy and benny are pan.

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so if generic wizards use wands and staffs to cast spells I’m gonna bring up the idea of modern era magicians using what they can find with a wooden body, like teens picking up baseball bats and 2x4s imagine just running out of mana or whatever and instead of slinking back you just crack your rune laden bat over a particularly punkish goblin

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hearthgrown‌:

“Hey, now, I didn’t actually say it~” The angel returned, her smile spreading into a grin. Placing a palm on the back of Tracy’s head, Morgana’s ran her fingers through her hair slowly, gently pressing against her scalp. Inhaling deeply, she sighed, happy to, as cheesy as it sounded.

“Dear, I could never stop liking you.” She purred, pressing her lips into Tracy’s hair. “I love the outfit, by the way~ Not sure if it fits you, though. No matter, we’ll get it off eventually.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, smirking confidently.

   “It’s the only thing I had that wasn’t ripped or greasy.” Not the sexiest confession, but a true one. Knight-errantry left money pretty tight, at the best of times, so hand-me-downs were worth their weight in gold. Tracy was remarkably tender in scooting into Morgana’s grip, glad that she’d sprung for the fancy shampoo before showing up. She’d been a little nervous about showing up unannounced; that their little fling had been nothing more than that, meaningless to the angel.

   That her reaction had been so positive was heartening, for sure. “I see how it is,” came her return, voice bouncy in teasing, “you don’t look after me if I don’t sleep with you enough, huh? My people have a word for those like you: horn-dog.” So the blonde pulled back, feigning a pout as a hand slipped up her blouse to reveal toned, tattooed belly beneath. “But I guess I don’t have a choice.”

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   The godling squirmed, taking a few deep breaths. A job was a job, and she needed money. She didn’t need to look it in the eyes, or anything, just...breathe in, breathe out, stroke it off, get her paycheck, be done. Any-and-everything could become routine. Just needed to get through the first day.

   All that was well and good, and then Velia saw it. Gods, that fucking cock. Fist-thick, if not thigh-thick, threatening to rip the sleeve of the milker with the veracity of its twitching alone. She’d so desperately hoped that seeing that obscene length would have helped, would’ve cemented the primality of it, the inhumanity, let her think of it as a creature. Daichi, the tag said.

   It didn’t.

   This one was the strongest, the most virile...that was why she’d been chosen for it. If she could handle this, she could handle any of them. Velia pressed her thighs together, tried to ignore how damp they were. Most of the breeders in the ranch would go into the stockades and know what their duty was, instinctive, and fill it. Not this one. This one needed to be stroked. Double, triple checking that her -- just a moment ago, it had been it -- straps were tight, she nodded once to the attendants, who left, and allowed herself a long exhale. It tapered off into a gasp of primal desire, as she neared that cock. Remembering her job, remembering her girlfriend, Velia dipped her hands in the oil, raised them to that obscene head, and began to stroke.

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dexsiress‌: 

❝  And safely you’ll get. I assure you no one will find us here. ❞  Chuckle escaping her lips as she eyed the other oh, she could tell Velia was rather angry with her, probably wanting to go back to her holy land from whence she came. Demigoddess or not, even she’ll need time to regain her lost energy to get back to her land. ❝  rosemary & water should be in that cabinet over there. you already know what I want in return my precious little pet.~ I want you of course… You always find a way to slip away whenever we make sweet love. ❞

   “I don’t think so,” came the definitive response, harsh and firm as she strode for the cabinet. Clearly, she was disgusted by the suggestion -- was this some bizarre infernal version of gaslighting? Implying a relationship where none existed? Taking Velia to some pathetic hovel did not lovemaking entail. It was, in its own way, perhaps marginally effective -- by not arguing further, the godling had accepted some terms of the agreement. “You’ve a twisted perspective; we’ve never met, O Beast. And I like to think I’m not fool enough to bed with a creature like you. You have your eye candy; go and touch yourself to it while I get work done.”

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