" That’s just my nightstand knife don’t worry." ( Astarion )
Unprompted Ask | Always Accepting | @orchidsrot
Astarion can't help but let a chuckle escape his mouth. Well he can't blame Shadowheart for that. It's pretty much how he is too, always on his guard. He wishes she could trust her, but it's way too early for that. His eyes remain on the knife for a moment before his attention is back on her.
"If I put my own weapons away, would you accept you put it away too ? It doesn't really make me feel welcomed here, darling." He's speaking with a playful smile on his lips. He's not making a big deal of it, but he wishes it wasn't right on his face like this.
If there were about to share a room , she wasn't going to allow herself to be naive about it. She had to keep her hooded emerald eyes wide open , following the vampire rogue's every step . The only time she was gullible enough around him, she'd woken up with fangs in her neck with the pasty ghoul hovering over her.
❛ That's because you're not , Astarion. We're just pressed to share each other's company by a matter of circumstance.., ❜ And the Shadow Cursed lands weren't exactly welcoming to begin with, ❛ So the joke's on you.. what did you expect, that we cuddle? ❜, They were simply trying to survive the night out here, and keep themselves safe from the terrible cursed surroundings.
“Grief will come to you. Grip and cling all you want, It makes no difference. Catastrophe? It’s just waiting to happen. Loss? You can be certain of it. Flow and swirl of the world. Carried along as if by a dark current. All you can do is keep swimming; All you can do is keep singing.”
As she nestled into his lap, he rested his hands on her hips before running his hands over them and her waist in a massaging manner. Such a strong warrior needed well earned pampering after a tough battle. Soon enough, once Shadowheart got the power she needed, many would worship her. But for now, Erris was grateful to be the only one that did. The only one who always would.
"I rejected the Raven Queen, and I besmirched Bhaal's name just for the chance to be in your presence." Erris spoke softly, the yearning devotion plain on every syllable. "I lust for murder, certainly, but only on those that get in your way or sully your name. Otherwise my mind is yours and yours alone." As well as everything else.
When she spoke into his ear he sighed sensually, his hands rubbing up her back. He kissed her back, eagerly. To taste the one he was utterly dedicated to was a prize in and of itself. "My body is yours to use as you wish, it always has been..."
𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐘, 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 getting a bit drunk off his urge, his own madness, despite having her own.
❛ So, you swing both ways violently , with your axe? ❜, She could definitely appreciate his joke she's heard the day prior to him descending into devotion to her.
❛ I'd like to witness that some time, ❜ She wasn't even sure what she meant with it, given the alcohol coursing through her veins relaxing and igniting every cell simultaneously -- she had also been drunk on how handsome he was - a pale ghoul materializing in front of her to grant her desire. Shadowheart has never experienced being served like this . Her mouth accepted his tongue , as she was grinding his hips against Erris' mids,
❛ Then make me proud and serve me , with your mouth❜, The priestess breathed against his lips her demand to him.
𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 there for her pets, but the day had been a long battle , she definitely needn't deal with the nuance of a screeching quasit garnishing it with her whims , like the cherry on top.
Instead, she opened another bottle of wine to refill her goblet, and rolled her hazel orbs, leaving Shovel to Iymkiira @undcrdark to handle the little demon as she deemed fit.
After all, a cleric could use a break, from all devils and fiends following after her divine soles .
she spoke like this would be a simple task , like it would go like any other job , but she didn't seem to grasp the sheer 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 of what was going on , not that he could blame her. Mundus was the top of the top , the 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. He was not a typical demon , he was the size of a sky scraper , he wielded the power to create 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 at a moment's notice , there was no guarantee this would go any way that she thought it would. Still though , her trust and devotion to him was appreciated , even if he'd rather handle this alone , her support would not go 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.
Dante gives a bit of a 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡 , freeing himself from her grasp and his eyes shifting off to the side , momentary pause taken as he crosses his arms over his chest , shaking his head at her. ❛ Honestly , the blind hope you have , it's kinda 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 , but you know.... ❜
He then walks to his desk and proceeds to sit himself on the edge of it , looking away from her , out the window to the stormy streets outside , the sky overhead having split open to let a torrential downpour of rain to soak the earth below. if he didn't know any better he would say that the world was 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 with the potential rise and resurrection of the demon king. , it hadn't stopped raining for a few days now.
❛ Alright , you can come with me... but you gotta make sure to keep yourself 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 , if anything gets too rough , if it seems like all bets are off , you are to get the 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 out of there , whether i'm with you or not. ❜ He understood she wanted to keep him safe , to protect him , but he didn't need that from her , he needed her to stay safe , 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 , to know that she was safe would be more than enough for him.
𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 Dante's movements across their shared room where the air has suddenly become thick , heavy with their emotions and anticipation. Her spear of night appeared -- flashing moonbeam in her hand , containing all the might of her Goddess, and she held it firmly in her hand .
At all cost she's following after his lead, at all cost she wasn't going to stay behind when he's out there fighting the war of his blood lineage , while defending his legacy .
Being a mortal cleric however, her divine magic did give her a few windows to escape god like demons --the radiant damage of her Spirit Guardians, her Guiding Bolts, and Sacred Flames. Her radiant and holy energy allowed her to bypass the demonic defenses and their influence.
❛ I have my Lady's Spear, and I shall bring the Blood of Lathander -- the legendary mace of the Morninglord that blinds fiends . It can project radiant light as bright as the sun, and will burn his minions, while you do the rest. ❜
The priestess then raised on her toes to give him a peck on the lips,
❛ Here, for good luck, my love, ❜ Squeezing his forearm in reassurance when she noticed the kitten brushing at her feet , ❛ You won't always see me, for my safety, but just remember -- I'm always a few steps behind you.❜
Better that she be aware of just 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 she was going to be dealing with , he'd hate to have her 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐝 by the monster he had hidden in his pants , as it turns out the sword wasn't 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 for anything. He'd been honest with her since the first time she had even expressed any interest in him , given her 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 of what she would be dealing with and even with the threat of being 𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐭 by his impressive size , she still pursued him so she had to be something of a 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭
Maybe it wasn't the best idea to be so forceful , but he did so love to hear the sound of her 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 on his thick length , because even if she was choking on it , she didn't protest , if anything he rather though that she 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 the challenge he provided to her , she was trained to handle all manner of things like this , but He assumed her training didn't prepare her for his size.
❛ I was just... testin' you. see just 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 you could take on... gotta say that I'm impressed... ❜ He chuckles for a moment before listening to her speak , feeling her breasts enclosing his girth , the movements slow and 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 , she was well practiced , well taught and he's' content to let her show him just how skilled she was . if her previous performance was anything to go off of , Dante was in for an experience unlike 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 he'd had before.
He's not able to do much besides enjoy the sensation , to enjoy the feeling of her massaging his girth between her breasts. She wanted to punish him ? then she was going to have to 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 try
𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 with her own arousal ripped another moan from her plush and supple lips, making her feel helpless.
Her pink folds screamed for his hard manhood to bury itself deeper despite pain - or perhaps even more so because of it, since it hurt so good to have him in her.
❛ That's rather conceited of you.. but I'm doing it all for my own pleasure, darling, ❜ The priestess taunted before giving another kiss on his bulbous head - a pause, ❛ Why don't you make me proud of you by fucking your mighty rod into my mouth then proceed to fill me up with your semen, ❜ Now that her mouth had a bit of a break, she wanted to take more of Dante's cock. Her plait in disarray from the handling, dangled down and brushed up and down across his torso as his hard dick slid in and out between her tits.
❛ I would ask of you to ejaculate between my supple mounds, however i crave your warm seed in me more, ❜ The priestess teased , wrapping her lips around him, moaning pleasurably at his harsh thrusts , cheeks hollowed with the strength of her suction her saliva drooling over him, muffled moans reverberating on the massive length that was choking her.
She then tried to focus to cast a spell of Hold Person, again, ❛ N - non … mov . . ❜ however her concentration instantly broke, spectral chains clattering against the ground before they dissipated uselessly. The cleric pulled herself up to her feet annoyed and stumbling , disheveled braid moving from side to side.
Her gaze fell on the hood of his car nearby, and she bent herself over it assuming position, her own fingers making circles on her protruded knob between her legs to ease her ache, with her slit facing towards Dante, and calling his name, forestry greens pleading at him over her shoulder. Gods, how she missed the feel of him, ripping through her , entirely making her his!
❛ Ahh, please, breed me! ,❜ Now the tone of her voice gave away all the things she was craving.
Karlach was glad to see that Shadowheart didn't seem physically changed - no extra scars here and there to foretell any misadventures whilst they were apart. A relief. Karlach was used to being the marred one, but the idea of it happening to someone she loved was more painful then any stab of a blade.
"Pfft, nothing will ever compare to that." Karlach scoffed out her joke before she sat on the stool at the bar once again, slapping an open hand on said bar. "Now you're speaking my language!" She brightened up, tension and worried leaving her face and body almost instantly. There was no need to linger on the past anymore when they had a future to forge instead.
"Is red wine still your poison of choice?" She asked as she called the bartender over and requested a large pitcher of mead so she could serve herself for a while. She was thankful she had asked Wyll to hold her gold whilst she was gone. Soul coins didn't get you far up here. Least now with her wealth gained from their adventures, she could spoil them a little. "Though it's hardly a game when the prize is so obvious, but who would I be if I turned down a drink, eh?"
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐄 had been always on the inside, apart from Shadowheart's prominent cheek cut - a manifestation of her severe upbringing as an ex cleric of Shar. But if there were a pair of fiery orbs that could make her push past the excruciating pain of existence it was the tiefling's . And she had been through so much , just as her, but more brave defying death with every beat of her engine. Her tears threatened to spill at the corner of her eyes at the thought of giving her up , to go on a voyage to find her own destiny, a moment of weakness followed by moment of regret that so much was left unsaid.
Her memory-wiped past and trauma carved physical and spiritual scars into her bones, yet she refused to forget any of it - forgetting wasn't something she did, not anymore. Tonight they were leaving every other worry behind , nonetheless.
❛ Yes, I'll gladly have a bottle of red, if you'd have me as company,❜ Voice milder than intended , emotions threatening to spill over the lid of her loneliness.
❛ Oh, you just couldn't wait for that prize, could you?, ❜ A feeble attempt at her ever awkward jokes and roll of her hazel orbs downing the first goblet until she saw bottom, when all that was meant to say was, i love you. ❛ So, you were seeing someone, while I was away?, ❜ Unfair question and she had to brace herself - perhaps she couldn't blame Karlach, even if she did.
