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The ultimate affectionate gestures compilation

Send one of the following prompts for my muse to reach out affectionately to yours !

Feel free to combine them ( example: send [ brush ] + [ push ] for my muse to brush the loose strand of your muse’s hair our of their face and then push it behind your muse’s ear ), reverse them ( example: send [ reverse + caress ] for your muse to caress my muse’s cheek ) and/or add details.

[ brush ] - to brush the hair out of your muse’s face / eyes / forehead

[ push ] - to push the loose strand of your muse’s hair behind your muse’s ear

[ caress ] - to caress your muse’s cheek

[ tilt ] - to tilt your muse’s chin gently to prompt them to make eye contact with my muse

[ curl ] - to curl my muse’s fingers under your muse’s chin while resting a thumb on their cheek, not quite tilting but just… holding

[ cup ] - to cup your muse’s face with my muse’s hands

[ place ] - to place my muse’s hand over your muse’s hand where it’s placed on my muse’s cheek

[ boop ] - to boop your muse on the nose

[ Eskimo ] - to brush my muse’s nose against your muse’s nose as in Eskimo kiss

[ nose ] - to kiss your muse on the nose

[ palm ] - to kiss your muse on the palm

[ knuckles ] - to kiss your muse’s knuckles

[ cheek ] - to kiss your muse on the cheek

[ lips ] - to kiss your muse softly on the lips

[ forehead ] - to kiss your muse on the forehead

[ lean ] - to lean forward and press my muse’s forehead against your muse’s forehead

[ pepper ] - to pepper your muse’s face with kisses

[ eyes ] - to kiss your muse’s closed eyelids

[ tears ] - to kiss away your muse’s tears

[ wipe ] - to wipe away your muse’s tears

[ gaze ] - to gaze into your muse’s eyes

[ roll ] - to roll my muse’s eyes at your muse affectionately

[ scalp ] - to massage your muse’s head

[ pat ] - to pat your muse’s head

[ top ] - to kiss your muse on the top of their head and then settle my muse’s cheek against it while holding them close

[ chin ] - to set my muse’s chin on the top of your muse’s head while holding them close

[ hair ] - to place lots of short, sweet, messy little kisses to the crown of your muse’s hair

[ run ] - to run my muse’s fingers through your muse’s hair

[ twirl ] - to twirl a strand of your muse’s hair around my muse’s finger

[ comb ] - to brush your muse’s hair

[ braid ] - to braid your muse’s hair

[ whisper ] - to lean close to your muse’s ear and whisper something to them

[ tickle ] - to tickle your muse

[ cheer ] - to try to cheer your muse up

[ faces ] - to make funny faces at your muse

[ shove ] - to playfully shove your muse

[ hand ] - to place my muse’s hand on your muse’s shoulder / neck as a way of supporting / comforting / reassuring them that my muse is there

[ shoulders ] - to wrap my muse’s arm around your muse’s shoulders

[ massage ] - to massage your muse’s shoulders and/or neck

[ soothe ] - to rub your muse’s shoulders soothingly

[ rub ] - to rub your muse’s back

[ body ] - to give your muse a full-body massage

[ snuggle ] - to snuggle to your muse’s side

[ support ] - to support your muse with an arm around their waist

[ lift ] - to lift your muse up in my muse’s arms

[ trace ] - to trace your muse’s scar/s with the softest press of my muse’s fingertips

[ ask ] - to ask your muse about their scar/s

[ scar ] - to kiss your muse’s scar/s

[ back ] - to hug your muse from behind

[ rest ] - to hug your muse from behind and rest my muse’s cheek against your muse’s back / shoulder

[ rock ] - to hold your muse and rock gently from side to side

[ tuck ] - to tuck your muse against my muse’s chest, covering them with the front parts of my muse’s jacket / coat, in order to keep them warm

[ head ] - to rest my muse’s head on your muse’s shoulder

[ cover ]  to cover your muse with a blanket / jacket / coat when they’re lying down

[ drape ] - to drape a blanket / jacket / coat over your muse’s shoulders

[ jewelry ] - to put a piece of jewelry around your muse’s neck

[ tie ] - to help your muse do their tie

[ smooth ] - to straighten your muse’s collar / lapel / brush a hand over your muse’s clothes to smooth it out

[ feed ] - to feed your muse

[ drink ] - to help your muse drink

[ pull ] - to pull your muse down to sit on my muse’s lap

[ bed ] - to push or pull your muse back on the bed when they try to get up

[ lap ] - to place my muse’s head on your muse’s lap

[ guide ] - to guide your muse to place their head on my muse’s lap

[ hide ] - to guide your muse to hide their face on my muse’s chest

[ help ] - to give your muse a hand when they’re stepping up or over something

[ touch ] - to touch the back of my muse’s hand to the back of your muse’s hand as if inviting to hold hands

[ thumb ] - to run my muse’s thumb over your muse’s thumb while holding hands

[ hold ] - to hold your muse’s hand and interlace our muse’s fingers

[ fingers ] - to play with your muse’s fingers absent-mindedly

[ nails ] - to tidy your muse’s nails and/or do a manicure

[ makeup ] - to help your muse put on their makeup

[ shapes ] - to trace imaginary shapes on your muse’s skin

[ pain ] - to kiss your muse where it hurts to soothe their pain

[ heartbeat ] - to place my muse’s head upon your muse’s chest, right over their heart, to listen to its beat

[xdepthsofwinterx]

[RP w/t @im-the-reckless:] After fifteen minutes of marvellous chat up lines, Dhana and her lovely companion slumping down into a booth seat. Shrugging off her furs, the mage stretched out across the back of the plush seating. One tanned arm lifted, fingers waggling at a barmaid.

“What you having? My treat,” she wasn’t usually this generous, but given the quality of Mhyrcala’s jokes, it would be a travesty not to, “I’m thinking wine.”

[im-the-reckless]

Dhana:

An impressed brow rose, lips pursed as she savoured her latest sip of wine. The progression of images flickering across her mind was…immensely pleasant to say the least.

‘They must have been sitting on that tension for faaaar too long’. Lips curled with amusement, Mhyrcala’s commentary pulling her from one train of R-rated thoughts to another, herself appearing in these ones.

“It must be a default reaction, engage in full throttle thrusting then hit the panic button,” teeth nipped at the corner of her lips, “Though I can’t entirely fault him, we were careless…internal explosions when there shouldn’t have been”.

Perhaps she should have taken that fact as a compliment to her techniques, but the evidence of such consequences sat in the belly of her current companion. Dhana felt a wave of sobering energy, which quickly pushed her towards her glass.

Mhyrcala held her mug up for a moment while she spoke “In your case I might understand why, but...” she took a sip of her very boring beverage before going on “five minutes before going full panic he wasn’t too worried about how to finish things.”

She tried to remember their first night together, a shudder ran through her spine at the wicked memories of their first passionate night. She ended up limping slightly afterwads, but it had been worth every piece of the dignity she lost when the bed broke underneath them.

“I don’t remember to pull him in... you know, lock him there with my legs around him. In both cases he looked very worried about fucking the mesiah, and not worried enough about how good he had fucked, in this case, both mesiahs. He should give himself some credit.”

[im-the-reckless]

👋

Mhyrcala gasped in surprise when Valen’s hand hit her bottom. She had just bent down to retrieve some arrows from a dead foe, but never was her intention to be “sexy” at the moment.

“What was that for?” She asked with a chuckle “Im starting to think the whole fight-then-fuck-in-the-open is some kind of kink of yours.”

[im-the-reckless]

Valen:

Valen bit his lower lip as Mhyrcala rubbed herself teasingly against his sensitive tip. Although he would have loved to savor the sensation of her warm center so tauntingly close, they could not draw it out longer than necessary. Valen sought her hands and pulled her arms towards him, allowing Mhyrcala’s back to arch in an acceptable position for him to take her from behind. A heavy puff of visible air left his mouth as he groaned, sliding himself inside of her wet entrance. His hips drew flush against her backside before backing out, his hands firmly clasping hers within them.

The tiefling adjusted his position standing behind her and continued to seek out a rhythm. It wasn’t the most comfortable he’d been while making love. Not by a long shot. Yet the recollection of the marilith, in comparison, gave him a newfound appreciation for their naughty exploits in the snow field.

“Feeling warmer yet, my love?” sultrily breathed Valen against Mhyrcala’s neck as he searched for an angle to make her gasp. His tail swished and flicked about erratically, following the quickening beat of his heart.

The rogue gasped at the sudden hot, filling sensation. There was something raw, primal, about doing this in the middle of the tundra that kept her blood hot and her body pliant. Her brain ignored all the dangers they were vulnerable to right now.

Mhyrcala found this position both thrilling and frustrating; on one hand this was the first thing they could think off, and it was working just so fine, but in the other, the amount of touching was minimal. She wanted, no, needed to wrap her legs around him, guide him deeper into her as their pace grew quicker and desperate. 

But those thoughts were getting more and more unimportant in her brain as her lover thoroughly pounded her from behind, the only reason she wasn’t falling to her knees was because of the tight grip Valen had on her wrists. The obscene sound of their bodies meeting was drowned by the sound of his sweet voice against her skin. 

“I’m getting there,” she answered between short gasps. Then, one of his experimental thrusts made her open her mouth in a silent scream. He had hit that perfect spot that made her roll her eyes in pleasure. “Fuck, Valen, yes!” She gasped between teeth “Do that again, harder!” The elf encouraged him, feeling her knees weak and the heat in her wet sex steadily growing.

[figdays]

Moth Wings // Fairykill

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[ride-rpg]

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

[rpmemes-unmonitored]

Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[sosuperawesome]

Modern Male Witch Project, by Brenna-Ivy on Tumblr and Society6

[oeskathine]

🌑 👀

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse

Valen, already half-asleep, sighed happily. With one arm he lifted the sheets to invite Mhyrcala in with him, and then pulled her in closer so that he could spoon her. It was delightfully comfortable under the covers, and in this close proximity it would be easy to feel the rough stubble on his chin and his heartbeat thumping in his chest.

The tiefling gave a slight shiver, tail flicking about erratically as he did so. “Your feet are cold,” mumbled Valen into her hair.

[im-the-reckless]

24?

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24. A song they would fuck/get fucked to

Mhyrcala: I wanna be yours - Artic Monkeys

Gaelly: I see red - Everybody Loves an Outcast

Zoran: Like real people do - Hozier

So creative, I know

[im-the-reckless]

22 and 23 for NSFW OC asks?

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22. Favorite thing/part about sex—intimacy, role-playing, etc.

In Mhyrcala’s case her favourite part is the foreplay. Yes, the main event is fun and all, there’s a lot of intimacy and she loves that, too, but there’s something about searching and finding new ways to “play” with her lover that makes it all more entertaining. There’s a lot of touch, and exchanges, it feels like getting to know her partner better than with just the in-and-out part.

And Gaelly loves the power that she gets when roleplaying. If you think this woman releases Top Energy, then just wait to see her in her prime. You’ll call her Mistress without her even asking you to.

23.Least favorite thing/part about sex—cleanup, setup, etc.

Gaelly hates to have to find somebody to have sex with. More often than not she’s left on her own.

Mhyr was pretty much cool with all of it, then she had a kid, and suddenly every night she wanted to have sex recquired planification. Making sure Lea was completely asleep and she wouldn’t woke up, be finished before her kid decided to wake up in the middle of the night; morning sex? who was that?

[im-the-reckless]

NSFW asks: 16, 17, 18, and 20?

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16. Describe their least favorite/most embarassing sexual encounter.

On her first years of freedom Mhyrcala turned into a wild thing. Bad choices galore. One night, while drinking on the tabern partially (If not totally) owned by the Guild, a half-elven “bard” approached her.  He was good-looking and wasn’t completely wasted so she decided to ignore the lamest pick-up lines she ever heard (in that moment she thought those were very charming but she would never admit it now), an accepted his invitation to have sex.

He kissed her like a horny teen, disgusting, and with barely any foreplay decided to hump her like a rabbit. That, plus: his tongue on her neck feeling more like a mop, his “dirty talk” making her laugh in both common and elven, and not even having the decency of lasting more than two minutes (by clock) in the main event still makes Mhyrcala giggle in distress and scrub her skin to get rid of the horrid sensation of ever being a victim of this kind of bullshit. 

Sad way to lose your virginity.

17. What’s their go-to safe word?

“Doom” should be enough.

18. Their favorite actions during sex—chin-grabbing, hair-pulling, wrists being pinned, etc.

Oh, she has a lot. But I guess her top five are: Wrists being pinned, hair pulling, being pinned to the bed or being carried, and last but the most important: hand holding.

20. What do they like seeing their partner in when they “dress-up?”

Nothing at all, so there’s no losing time taking clothes off. But if Valen ever did any lingerie, Mhyr is totally into it.

[into-the-daniverse]

Random OC NSFW Asks

A bunch of random, obscure NSFW asks for your OCs that I really want to know the answers to 👀 (thank you to the Discord chat for like half of these)

Are there any names they like to be called in bed/names they call their partner? Any names they wouldn’t use/can’t stand?

Are they a “the socks stay on during sex” kind of person?

Quickies vs Planned sex—thoughts?

Are they more of a dom, sub, or switch? If applicable, are they a top, bottom, or vers?

Do they have any really out-of-left-field kinks/fantasies? Maybe even something that they wouldn’t necessarily want to act on but have still thought about?

Any place they absolutely would not have sex?

Are they into (consensual) pain during sex? Either giving or receiving

How often do they have sex dreams?

What’s their favorite way to get in the mood? How do they set the mood?

Are they down for casual one-night stands?

Are they attracted to anyone (specific person or just negative qualities) they really shouldn’t be?

Would they be more or less likely to send a risky/risque text to their partner in the middle of a crowded/public area?

Morning vs evening sex—do they have a preference?

If they send nudes, are they tasteful or just quick pics?

Describe their favorite sexual encounter.

Describe their least favorite/most embarassing sexual encounter.

What’s their go-to safe word?

Their favorite actions during sex—chin-grabbing, hair-pulling, wrists being pinned, etc.

When they “dress-up” for sex, what’s their go-to outfit? Lingerie, suit, gown, etc.?

What do they like seeing their partner in when they “dress-up?”

What scent of candle do they light after sex?

Favorite thing/part about sex—intimacy, role-playing, etc.

Least favorite thing/part about sex—cleanup, setup, etc.

A song they would fuck/get fucked to

Share a sample line of dirty-talk

[oeskathine]

Together Mhyrcala and Valen stood to face down the dreaded Mephistopheles, their faces resolute. They held within them the key to his defeat, the knowledge of his True Name and command over the duke’s very soul. But that did not stop the villain from a last-ditch effort to sway the heroes.

Though the archdevil tried to tempt them, Mhyrcala held firm and Valen remained right by her. He could offer Valen the world and he would decline - with his love by his side, he already had everything he needed. A secured future with Mhyrcala kindled hope into a blazing fire of determination, and any offering from the duke would be but a paltry consolation prize in comparison. Nothing could persuade the tiefling to turn his back on the promise of a life with her.

With little else to offer the Sembian elf and the tiefling, Mephistopheles resorted to challenging them--

But the duke’s hopes were dashed by the simple utterance of his True Name. “Thra'axfyl the Ambitious...” he’d heard Mhyrcala say.

As satisfying as it would have been to simply kill the archdevil, Valen knew that his death on the prime material plane would cause him to revive back in Cania, leaving him free to return to wreak more havoc should he find another way. The only true way to ensure he could not return with a vengeance was to banish him to the realm he once governed.

@im-the-reckless

[im-the-reckless]

Valen:

Sharp blue eyes followed her body as she lowered herself into the bath, appreciating the nearly ethereal way Mhyrcala looked as she began to unwind. The way she leaned her head back and arched her form as her hair clung to her nudity could not have been a more alluring sight. Valen suppressed the longing to hold her, only for just a little while longer. Mhyrcala needed room to bathe herself, after all.

Valen watched her ramble, and hardly having ever seen her so excited or nervous he could only describe this as adorable. Expression amused, he placed a dripping hand on her collar and kissed the side of her forehead. When he pulled away, his eyes were shining happily. “My love,” he replied with a note of laughter in his voice, “where is the hurry to decide here and now? Surely our minds will be clearer once we are settled in and restful?”

Although after stopping to consider the options, he replied thoughtfully, “What would you say if I were to suggest the Seer officiate our wedding? I follow no god or goddess, but I would still be proud to have our marriage validated in the eyes of Eilistraee. That is,” Valen added tentatively, “unless you… have something else in mind?” He reached for the soap and lathered it against her soft skin, a gesture of intimacy he had never had the opportunity to express before.

His kiss made her shut up for a moment, and she noticed how incredibly inmature she must’ve sounded. She cleared her throat for a second, trying to put together a new line of thought. “You are right.” She agreed with a short chuckle, avoiding his gaze for a moment. “Maybe... I guess it’s because we’ve been through so much killing or be killed, now it’s over and-” The elf now sounded more relaxed. “and I guess that the first thing that came to mind was our inminent wedding.”

What he said made sense in her mind. “It sounds appropriate, to be honest. We met in her temple after all. Like coming full circle.” Mhyrcala allowed him to lather her skin with no resistance at all, even shifting towards him so he could have easier access. “I like the idea. I don’t know what an Eilistraeean wedding entails, though. But drow are still elves, so I’m pretty sure it would be a very long celebration.” Probably it would be just as any other wedding: drink, food, and music. It would be noticeably toned down, since the only attendants so far would be them and other ten people. 

As his hands carefully moved through her bruised flesh, Mhyrcala thought she’d need to think of her vows. How would she put into words all what he made her feel? She would either fall short with words or babble endlessly about her feelings... none of those were good outcomes. Once he was finished with the soap, she took it in her hands and returned the favor... maybe taking more time than what actually was needed.

[im-the-reckless]

M!a you can only speak in sea shanties for the next 48 hours

Sorry bro, I don’t do M!As and I know exactly 1 sea shanty

[oeskathine]

Together Mhyrcala and Valen stood to face down the dreaded Mephistopheles, their faces resolute. They held within them the key to his defeat, the knowledge of his True Name and command over the duke’s very soul. But that did not stop the villain from a last-ditch effort to sway the heroes.

Though the archdevil tried to tempt them, Mhyrcala held firm and Valen remained right by her. He could offer Valen the world and he would decline - with his love by his side, he already had everything he needed. A secured future with Mhyrcala kindled hope into a blazing fire of determination, and any offering from the duke would be but a paltry consolation prize in comparison. Nothing could persuade the tiefling to turn his back on the promise of a life with her.

With little else to offer the Sembian elf and the tiefling, Mephistopheles resorted to challenging them--

But the duke’s hopes were dashed by the simple utterance of his True Name. “Thra'axfyl the Ambitious...” he’d heard Mhyrcala say.

As satisfying as it would have been to simply kill the archdevil, Valen knew that his death on the prime material plane would cause him to revive back in Cania, leaving him free to return to wreak more havoc should he find another way. The only true way to ensure he could not return with a vengeance was to banish him to the realm he once governed.

@im-the-reckless

[im-the-reckless]

Valen:

Valen chuckled lightly, a rosy flush coloring his cheeks at the recollection of her hands gripping his horns in the midst of passion. Once her braid unraveled, the tiefling ran his fingers through her hair and admired her thoughtfully. Although she claimed her beautiful dark locks were dirty, they still felt silky to the touch. Pleasantly, he realized her lingering eyes on his body no longer made him feel self-conscious or insecure - she made it known that she accepted all of him without regret. And all of him was hers for the asking.

But truly so after they’d get some sleep. Valen graciously accepted her offer to get in first. “Of course,” came his reply with a half-smile. Still steaming with heat, the provided bath positively delighted his weary, aching muscles as it enveloped him up to his chest. Before completely settling in, Valen extended his arm to Mhyrcala, delicately taking her hand into his palm. Bathtime beckoned now.

Mhyrcala took his hand to enter the bathtub, at first unsure of where should she sit. She took her place sitting in front of him, the sigh  that came out of her lips  sounding almost like a pleasured moan. Finally she was feeling something warm on her skin, her sore body slowly relaxing.

“Give me a moment...” It was hard to find a position to get all of her hair wet, but once she found it she just made a quick work of it. Once she re-emerged from the water, she just sat there for a moment. There was a topic she wanted to discuss, but wasn’t entirely sure on how to start.

“So, um... we’re getting married” There was something about that statement that made her smile, and she hoped that the warm feeling of her cheeks was because of the water and not because she was blushing. “Did you have anything in mind about it? I don’t know, maybe in name of what deity are we to get married? Because something tells me we won’t do it in the “elven way”. Should I wear an engagement ring? Not that you have to buy me anything, I have a lot of rings, I could just pick one...”

[im-the-reckless]

👋

Mhyrcala gasped in surprise when Valen’s hand hit her bottom. She had just bent down to retrieve some arrows from a dead foe, but never was her intention to be “sexy” at the moment.

“What was that for?” She asked with a chuckle “Im starting to think the whole fight-then-fuck-in-the-open is some kind of kink of yours.”

[im-the-reckless]

Valen:

His fingers slipped in and out of the warmth of her opening, thumb gently sweeping over and stroking her clit as they moved. Valen could easily imagine how it would feel to be inside of her when she clenched around him, squeezed him. The sound of her moan only heightened his interest to cut right to the chase. “I am most happy to indulge you, my lady,” he agreed almost breathlessly.

After a cursory glance around them, the hot and bothered tiefling withdrew his wet probing fingers and went to work unlacing his own pants. Valen’s normally dextrous fingers fumbled and shook in the process of exposing himself.

It couldn’t wait - Valen was full of energy, drive, and pure hunger. And he wanted Mhyrcala every bit as desperately as she wanted him.

Cold air met unguarded bare skin. He sharply drew in a breath and exhaled through chattering teeth, but he soon adjusted. Mhyrcala was quickly loosening her own garment, so he bided his time and palmed his partially exposed erection. Not that he would have long to wait with the rate she was stripping away the cloth barriers to her most intimate areas - in seconds she would be as vulnerable as he.

She hissed as soon as she lowered her breeches to her mid-thighs, the cold biting mercylessly her most vulnerable skin, the wetness of her core making the sensation even worse. 

Biting her lower lip, Mhyrcala turned around, positioning her backside against her lover’s erection. “Do you need a formal invitation?” She teased, bending over and moving her ass against his cock. 

[im-the-reckless]

👋

Mhyrcala gasped in surprise when Valen’s hand hit her bottom. She had just bent down to retrieve some arrows from a dead foe, but never was her intention to be “sexy” at the moment.

“What was that for?” She asked with a chuckle “Im starting to think the whole fight-then-fuck-in-the-open is some kind of kink of yours.”

[im-the-reckless]

Valen:

Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold…! Valen hissed in air through his teeth and shivered at her touch, tail lashing erratically behind him with the shock of temperature. It was not to last very long after - as a tiefling furnace, her hand slowly warmed with the contact of his skin.

He seized Mhyrcala’s chin and brought her in for another kiss, quickly rising to the occasion in her grip. Even her chilly fingers couldn’t reduce his, ah, enthusiasm. His frosty, stuttering breath became less shallow with each intake. They hadn’t even begun to make use of their residual adrenaline before the frigid temperature became less and less noticeable.

After taking a moment to warm his hand by the fire, he quickly slipped it past her waistband. He cupped her mound while his fingers reached further down to stroke her. If this had been the proper time and place, he would have taken his time licking her, tasting her, trailing kisses all over her skin and feeling her squirm. Instead he simplified, slipping first one finger inside of her then two. It was so warm inside of her and he wanted to feel it.

Valen pulled away from her lips long enough to smirk. “Is that what you want? To tease me until I can take it no longer? You play a dangerous game, my lady.”

At least he was considered and warmed his hand before sliding it between her thighs, earning a gasp from her when his finger found its way inside her, already wet because of the previous adrenaline rush. Her hips started to grind impatiently against his hand, trying to prepare herself for his length as fast as she could.

Her hand worked him up, hard and quick, feeling him standing to attention between her fingers. Her steady rythm being cut short by the feeling of a second finger entering her core, making her stiff a moan against Valen’s lips. “I’m playing no games” She bit her lower lip, her walls clenching around his fingers, showing him what he was missing in her tight heat. “I need you to fuck me now, rough and fast” her free hand started to fumble with her breeches’ laces, the cold being barely an issue with her lover’s warmth against her. 

[oeskathine]

Together Mhyrcala and Valen stood to face down the dreaded Mephistopheles, their faces resolute. They held within them the key to his defeat, the knowledge of his True Name and command over the duke’s very soul. But that did not stop the villain from a last-ditch effort to sway the heroes.

Though the archdevil tried to tempt them, Mhyrcala held firm and Valen remained right by her. He could offer Valen the world and he would decline - with his love by his side, he already had everything he needed. A secured future with Mhyrcala kindled hope into a blazing fire of determination, and any offering from the duke would be but a paltry consolation prize in comparison. Nothing could persuade the tiefling to turn his back on the promise of a life with her.

With little else to offer the Sembian elf and the tiefling, Mephistopheles resorted to challenging them--

But the duke’s hopes were dashed by the simple utterance of his True Name. “Thra'axfyl the Ambitious...” he’d heard Mhyrcala say.

As satisfying as it would have been to simply kill the archdevil, Valen knew that his death on the prime material plane would cause him to revive back in Cania, leaving him free to return to wreak more havoc should he find another way. The only true way to ensure he could not return with a vengeance was to banish him to the realm he once governed.

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[im-the-reckless]

Valen:

Valen obligingly ducked his head to allow a smoother removal of his shirt. The cool air that brushed his skin was much unlike the stale air of the Underdark or the biting winds of Cania - and for that, he was glad. After a few seconds of reveling in the sensation, he noticed her upwards gaze and touched one of his goatlike horns. Valen offered her a smile. “To tell you the truth,” he admitted, “I am relieved the removal of my demonic taint didn’t mean losing these. Even if it meant wearing corks to bed for the rest of my life. I have been told that I look odd without them.”

The way Mhyrcala looked up at him as she loosened his belt was enough to make all of the hardships they went through worth every moment. Not for the first time, he found himself wondering if this was all real. But it was. Oh, it was all real. Valen’s heart swelled with pure emotion.

His hands joined hers in the removal of his pants - the tail was also tricky to maneuver around, and would have been far more uncomfortable to get tangled than his horns. The weapons master couldn’t help it - he beamed wryly at his lover. “Oh? Am I not handsome with armor on?” he joked teasingly. “You wound me, my dear.”

Mhyrcala stared at him, trying to picture him with human eyes, no horns, no pointy ears. Looking human. And the image drawn in her mind was... odd. Not unpleasent, but it was a completely different man to the one in front of her. “It would be a huge loss of bedroom fun” She teased with a quick wink. “You seemed to like it when I took them while you were between my thighs.” Maybe it was the wrong time to be remembering those moments, since they did agree to wait until morning.

The elf accepted his help on taking his last garments off of him, mainly helping her take his tail out of the way. The temptation to touch more than she should was strong when she kneeled in front of him to take off his boots and have him step out of his breeches. “Oh, you are handsome with your armor on, darling. The only problem is how much your armor hides away from my eyes.” Mhyrcala threw back with a chuckle. 

Now they were both fully naked, just standing in front of the other. Even if her desire to jump on him would be as strong as any other day, Mhyrcala just didn’t have strength enough to do it. Her eyes mingled all over his body, the last time she had seen him fully naked was at that inn in Cania, the rest of their hurried love-making was done with only the crucial parts of clothing and armor removed. The thief’s hands were undoing her braid on the meantime, her hair screaming to get properly cleaned after being put through the freezing hell. “Do you want to go first?” She asked the weapons master, nodding with her head towards the bathtub.