Disclaimer: All belongs to Jim Butcher, I’m just playing around in the sandbox.
Pairing: Harry Dresden / Karrin Murphy
Timeline: a year after Battle Ground
Rating: NC-17
Title: Still yours
Summary: Harry is a married to Lara Raith now, as it was requested of him. But what was the cost of that for him?
Warnings: If you’re on the internet, I assume you’re an adult and I shouldn’t have to babysit you. Having said that, here are some warnings: There’s some graphic descriptive scenes with blood, and sex, and the themes here are romance and relationship fuck-ups.
Harry's POV
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9
Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Again, really, reminder that this story contains adult content, some violence and sexual situations.
This one is a rollercoaster (might be controversial for some?, who knows)
Chapter 13
"The show's over now." I said gravely, and I guided us out of the dance floor.
"Not yet." Lara challenged. "Get a hold of yourself, Harry." She took a couple of champagne flutes that the waiter offered us as she passed, handed one to me; I took it. I had discovered that I actually liked the fancy drink, to my surprise.
We stayed there for a while, on the corner, just watching the guests dance, not saying anything, Lara clinging to my arm. I had lost track of Murphy again. As I searched for her, something else caught my eye, Mab, she was talking to two people, one of them was Donar Vadderung, the other, a woman I didn't know. She was tall for a woman, statuesque; she had pale blond hair, gray or blue eyes, I couldn't tell for sure from the distance, but they were crystalline clear, an elegant nose, and a sharp chin completed the look. She was beautiful. There was something about her too that quietly called for admiration, respect, even though I didn't know a thing about her.
The two women were talking, the too polite smiles on their lips told you that there was contained animosity there. Vadderung looked downright uncomfortable standing between the two. Huh, weird. I knew he was an ally to Mab, but for him to look so awkward then, it would mean that this other woman was probably someone important to him too.
The conversation didn't last long, and when they were done, Mab moved away to the other side of the room, and the other woman and Vadderung started walking toward us. I noticed him putting a hand on the small of her back and leaning in to whisper something in her ear, his nose grazing against her hair as he spoke. Every movement was very subtle and yet there was intimacy in it, familiarity. She remained stoic, but she didn't show being uncomfortable with him either. In a minute they had reached us.
"Misses Raith, Mister Dresden." Vadderung greeted, kissing Lara's hand and shaking mine.
"Vadderung." I replied. Lara smiled, pleasantly.
"Allow me to introduce an associate of mine... Misses Hedda Verner." Said woman nodded to Lara but extended her hand to me in that way that women do when they expect you to, not shake their hand, but to kiss it. I did. Her hand was a little rough, as if hardened by manual work, but no less pretty for that. The scent of her perfume was a soothing thing, fresh and cool, like a meadow of green grass, wildflowers and summer breeze.
"Charmed to meet you, Madam." I said as I let go of her hand, which was actually a bit hard to do. And not just because of the comforting warmth of her skin, but because of this aura she had about her, I could feel it the longer I touched her, magic. But not any magic, it was old and elemental magic. I felt her eyes on me, and I looked at her.
"It is a pleasure to meet you finally, seidermader." She smiled at me and it was striking. "I've heard a lot about you." She had a bit of an accent, Nordic. And I thought I knew who she might actually be. These beings, they wear disguises. Hers was definitely prettier and less terrifying than others I've encountered. Hers wasn't an eerie beauty, too perfect as to be false, something was always disturbing in the end. No, it was quite the contrary actually, up close, I could see fine streaks of silvery white threading through her hair, and very fine lines adorning her face. A woman aged gracefully and dignified. There was something so calming about her presence too.
"I promise they are all rumors." I managed to joke. She gifted me a little melodious laugh. I saw Vadderung look appreciatively at her, a smile on his lips too, clearly pleased with seeing her laugh, as if he hadn't seen that in a while.
"Well, I hope not, it'd make things less interesting." She turned to Lara again, "Thank you for your invitation Misses Raith, this is a beautiful event." She said politely, almost with the same amount of polite smile as I'd seen her direct at Mab a minute earlier.
"It is our pleasure; we're honored that you were able to accompany us tonight." Said Lara, always good with the charm. Misses Verner just nodded gracefully. "How do you find your visit to the United States, I understand that you haven't been in a while?"
"This country has definitely changed since the last time I was here, yes. But everything's been very pleasant so far, though it's been mostly about work, I have to admit."
"Well, you're more than welcome to visit one of our clubs." Lara suggested, though I didn't think she meant it or thought that she'd be taken on her offer.
"Or go to the Navy Pier, that's a relaxing afternoon right there." I suggested. "With more variety." Lara gave me a look, I ignored her.
Misses Verner smiled at me, "I'll keep that in mind."
Before we could continue the conversation though, Clarence showed up next to us, excused himself and said, "Madam, Sir, it is time."
"Of course," Lara acknowledged, I had no clue. "Excuse us, please." She said to the other couple and pulled on my arm to drag me away with her.
"Time for what?" I asked, cleverly.
"You're going to make me a gift."
"A what?"
"A gift."
"Why?"
"To show your devotion to me, of course." I snorted. "It's all about appearances, Harry... Just follow my lead and Clarence's."
She took us to the stairs in the middle of the main hall, we climbed up a couple of steps, so we had a bit height over the guests. The lights changed again, and the music slowly stopped. We stood there together, holding hands, like the couple we were supposed to be. My stomach turned a little at that. Also, at being the center of all those stares.
Lara spoke next, "Ladies and gentlemen, friends! Good evening! Harry and I would like to thank you all for coming tonight. This is the first event we've had the privilege of hosting together and we are very happy that you've joined us. We hope this is the first of many more events, right dear?"
I realized she was talking to me, "Right, of course, the first of many." I forced a smile out.
"Thank you again for coming and let us welcome you into our home." Our home. That sounded so wrong, the contents of my stomach did somersaults. Our home. This wasn't my home. "This home we're building together, my Harry and I." I felt her eyes on me, and I looked back at her, she was making those lovey dovey eyes at me, playing her part. I smiled tightly, hoping that was enough. She pulled me down to her for a quick kiss, and the guests cheered.
Then I felt something poking me on the elbow, Clarence. He held a box to me. Ah, the gift. I took the box, clearly a jewelry box, and turned to present it to Lara. She did a fantastic job faking surprise, covering her mouth with a delicate gesture and almost giggling. I opened the box for her, and then immediately almost dropped it.
Inside the box, was a necklace, much like my own, like the one my mother left me, like the one Thomas had too. A five-point star in a circle, only this one more tastefully smaller, and covered in sparkling diamonds.
"Oh, dear Harry, it's beautiful, you shouldn't have." She said, all breathless and coy. No, you shouldn't have, I thought, furious. That star was important to me, a symbol, of magic, of myself, of the things I held important, of the things I loved, of my family. Which, of course, was why she used it, she was supposed to be my family, wasn't she? Technically, my wife. But she shouldn't have, she really shouldn't have.
She reached for the necklace and held it, turning her back to me so I could put in on her. I numbly passed the box back to Clarence. Briefly, an image passed in front of my eyes, I saw my own hands holding the necklace, tight around her neck, making it tighter and tighter, hearing her gasping for breath. I liked it. I shook my head, took a deep breath, finished putting it on her. And as she turned back to me, she kissed me again. I responded violently, almost biting her. The crown around us cheered again.
When she pulled away, she had a wicked smile on her lips. She turned to the crowd, "Please, enjoy the rest of the night!" And the music started again, something animated, cheerful, perfect for more dancing.
I grabbed Lara's above her elbow, hard. "A word, Lara." I growled.
"Sure," She said sweetly, and slowly walked us to her office.
"What the hell, Lara?" I demanded when we were inside.
"What?" She said, her hand toying with the necklace on her neck.
I pushed her hand aside and grabbed the star on the chain, "Why this?" I growled.
"Why not? It makes sense, everyone knows you carry this symbol with you. It's only logical that you'd want to share it with your wife. It's a cute gesture, totally on brand for you." She was probably right about everything, except that I would never do it for her, never for her. The mantle rattled inside me, eager at feeling my frustration and anger.
"Stop playing with me, Lara." I warned, my voice rough.
"Or what?" She challenged and walked away from me to sit on the chair across her desk. "What will you do Harry? Hurt me? Please... You can't."
I don't know how I moved so fast, but I was looming over her on the chair, hands gripping the armrests tight, in what felt like the blink of an eye. She didn't flinch. Her breathing was coming out fast, but it wasn't out of fear. Mine did the same but I couldn't name why. The mantle was howling in my ears.
"You stop playing, Harry... And stop running away from your desires; you'll save yourself a lot of trouble." She said as she moved her hands to touch my chest, slowly, deliberately sneaking under the jacket. And then she pulled me down, hard, crashing her lips to mine. We kissed, hard and furious. It wasn't pretty. And it wasn't good. It was... I don't know what it was, all that I knew was that I wanted to make her pay, and hurt, and make her admit she was wrong, make her apologize.
I grabbed her by the arms and lifted her off the chair and set her onto the desk. I felt her wrapping her legs around me, her hands pulling at my jacket. And then she said, "I knew you had it in you," between kisses that were more like bites. My hands were at her hips underneath the dress, I found her naked underneath. "Hmm, Harry" she said in a voice that should have been the sexiest thing I'd ever heard. But it wasn't. Something was so wrong about it. It snapped me back to reality, made me realize what was happening, where we were, what we were doing. Right where I had been with Murphy just maybe an hour ago. And I felt sick.
I pulled away from her, almost tripping over my own feet.
"What is it, Harry?" She said, feigning innocence from her perch on the desk. "I thought we were having fun, finally."
I shook my head, horrified. Had she used her power on me? Had it been the mantle? Had it been just me? The mantle was howling, demanding that I go back to her, either to finish what we had started or to start something else, punishment, for angering me, tricking me like that. Preferably both together.
"Seems to me that you like this place for having fun." She said as she stepped down from the desk.
I looked at her, surprised.
"I can taste her on you, you know." She said as she rearranged her dress and her hair. "It's a shame you have so many hang-ups, Harry, we could have had as much, if not more, fun together."
"It isn't about fun, Lara... Not about that at all." I said, firmly.
"Oh, what then? Love?" She turned to me again, as I tried to rearrange myself too. "I can still touch you, as we just saw... Granted, you had it once with her, but what makes you think you'll have it again?"
"We–" I started but couldn't find my words.
"You're different now, you know that. You're not the same private detective that couldn't even manage to pay the rent if it wasn't thanks to her employing you, straining yourself on every case, trying to help everybody that called your name. And she's not that self-righteous cop who would leave aside her pride only for you, to run to you for advice, for protection. She can do better now. What makes you think you can go back? To what love? You're not a fool Harry, but you're acting like one... And you're wasting everybody's time pretending."
I stood there, still unable to find words, stunned by what she'd said, stunned that I found some measure of truth in there. And scared because of it.
"We're done for tonight." I told her, gravely, when I found my voice. And stormed out of the office and to the garden, before I did more ill-advised things.
I walked around the garden for a bit, trying to calm myself down and trying to order my thoughts. I couldn't really go too far or for too long. Despite what I had said, I knew I had to go back to the house and the party, eventually, I had a job to do. I came back to the terrace, it was empty, thank god, so I sat there for a while, just thinking about everything. How everything got so messed up, how I messed it up, really. Lara's words ringing in my ears, "You're not the same... What love?... You're wasting everybody's time." It was possible that I had tears in my eyes, I closed them before I let any of them fall.
Then I felt someone coming up and sitting down next to me. The calming scent of wildflowers and summer breeze greeted me. I took a deep breath. She didn't say anything, just sat there with me, as if waiting.
"Taking a break?"
"Yeah," I said in a raspy voice. "Too much noise." It wasn't a lie. It just was that the noise was all in my own head.
"Ah," she replied, nodding in understanding.
After another heartbeat, I asked, "So... Misses Verner, I take it you're Murphy's benefactor?" Looking to find confirmation for my suspicions.
"Yes, I am." She replied.
I was stunned for a second, you never truly get used to the idea of meeting these beings.
"I... Thank you, for that... For noticing her." I said, finally, looking at her obliquely.
She looked at me, "She doesn't need you to speak for her, you know."
"I know, but... I personally have benefited from her return." I looked at her, directly, "So, again, thank you." I looked down at my hands, "It seems to be a good thing for her. She called it a reward."
"It is." She confirmed.
I nodded slowly, "She definitely deserves it."
"She deserves a lot of things." She said confidently.
Only good things, better things, specially from me, I thought.
"It's an interesting theme for a party." She said, changing the subject.
"Lara's idea." I grunted.
"Your wife." She stated.
"Don't remind me." I grumbled.
"The contempt in your voice is one many men reserve for the second or third decade of marriage. Aren't you barely newlyweds?"
"Again, don't remind me." I said, dryly.
"You have your mother's sense of humor." She mused.
"You knew her?" I asked, utterly surprised, I never would have imagined. But then, I never knew much about my mother.
"Yes. We would talk sometimes, especially in the months leading to her pregnancy... And then, you know what happened."
A wound that would never ever close completely throb with renewed ache inside of me, when I thought about my mom, making me wonder if had she been there for my childhood or for this, things would have turned out differently? Would I still have ended up trapped in this web with faeries, or a failure to my brother, would have been a better father, or ended up trapped in a loveless marriage? Would she have given me advise, like moms are supposed to do? I felt like I needed that advice.
"You knew her well?" I asked.
"Enough to know she would be worried about you, child."
"Why do you think she would be?" I pretended badly to not know why.
"Because you are confused about your place in the world. Because you feel defeated, trapped. Scared of your own feelings, of who you are. She lived something similar too, until she met your father. Love... does wonderful things. It doesn't fix everything if you don't do the internal work, but it means something, it helps. She'd want you to remember that."
And just like that she delivered words I'd been longing to hear, her tone soft and gentle, almost like... the mother I imagined. Tears threatened my eyes and I looked away.
She touched my arm, rubbing gently. And then stood up.
"I shall rejoin the party, I do feel like dancing tonight."
"Why do you tell me this?" I asked her before she went. "You supernatural beings never give advice for free." I looked up to her.
"Because I can see you... You remind me of someone, a very long time, a stubborn, strong, young man, that needed to learn to see too. It was the only way for him to survive, you need to do the same, seidermader. Look around you, look inside you."
She reached for my cheek, touching gently. "And I'm also a mother, looking out for my daughters, specially my youngest now."
I looked down, humbled and somewhat comforted. When I looked up again, she was gone.
The rest of the party went fast, thank god. I spent it avoiding Lara and succeeded. I didn't bother saying goodnight to anyone when everything was over. I Just went up to my room. I hadn't found Murphy again for the rest of the night, which probably meant she knew where I was all the time but hadn't wanted me to see her, didn't want to interact, which scared me.
When I entered my room, she was there tough, sitting in the armchair at the corner. She had a serious look on her face, nothing of the playful smiles she shared with me earlier in the night.
"Hey," I said softly.
"Hi."
There was silence for a moment, before she said, "So... Are you going to take her up on her offer?"
I was taken aback, no idea what she was asking about. "What offer?"
"Lara's offer." She looked pointedly at me, "to share? To let you have it both ways."
"You heard that too?"
"Of course I did." She replied, serious.
"Well, no." I said firmly.
"Well, that's not what it looked like tonight... It looked more like you were testing the waters of exactly that." God, Karrin never pulled her punches. I loved that about her, even when it hurt.
Oh, of course, she saw me with Lara, right after I've been with her, in the same place, almost... I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to contain my anger, damned Lara. Damned me.
"It wasn't like that, Murph." I walked up to her and knelt in front of the chair so I could be closer to eye level with her. "I... I lost control for a second, between the mantle and the vampire thing, I..." I could try to come up with a million excuses, but that's what they'll be, excuses, I was still a jumble of thoughts and emotions inside... Nothing was very clear. All I knew was that I didn't want to make her feel bad about us, so I just said, "I'm sorry... It doesn't mean... It doesn't mean anything, and please believe me that I didn't like what I did either."
She looked at me, frowning, and then sighed. "God, this is stupid." She said, before running a hand over her face and then combing her hair back. "I didn't like it, I really didn't like it." There was anger in her voice, in her eyes. "I shouldn't feel like this... It's ridiculous... I know what the rules of the game are, but I still..." She took a deep breath and shook her head and laughed bitterly, and I got where she was going.
"You are jealous."
She looked at me, a dignified frown marring her brows.
"I've never seen you jealous before." I said, slightly amused, it was true. I knew I had felt jealousy over her past relationships, specially that one time where I introduced her to the guy, and I had been too stupid to realize that maybe I wouldn't have lost my chance with her to him if only I had spoken sooner. That had tortured me many, many lonely nights. I've never felt like I had been on the other side of the situation. She was always so cool and collected.
"You're enjoying it way too much." She said dryly, "Don't."
"Well, it is a first for me." I quipped.
She sighed again. "Well, it shouldn't bother me, you are married to her after all." She shrugged.
"Karrin, you know I don't–"
"I hope I know." She cut me off, there was uncertainly in her face. I couldn't find the exact words to erase that expression off her face, so I thought, maybe I ought to try and show her instead.
So, I leaned into her, slowly, but before I could reach her lips, I felt her hands on my chest, pushing back gently.
"You smell of her perfume. It's all over you." She said. It wasn't admonishment exactly but an observation.
I leaned back, considering my options, and decided, for once in my life, to be bold about this. I took her hand, kissed the back of it, and stood up, guiding her to walk with me to the bathroom. She followed, frowning a bit when we reached our destination.
Once inside, I stood a few feet away from her, and removed my jacket. I kicked my shoes off, removed my socks. I unbuttoned the shirt slowly, taking my time, maybe stalling a bit, if I was being honest. But soon enough, it joined the pile of clothes on the floor.
The pants next. I dared one look at her. She was watching me, her eyes following my hands. I pushed the pants off, along with my underwear, because what the hell, if I was going to do this, I might as well just get on with it. I stepped out of the pants, kicked them to the side with the rest of my clothes. And I stepped in the shower, turned it on, let the water fall over me.
She leaned against the counter and watched me.
I had fried the water heater just a week into moving to the mansion, so, it was cool showers for me from then on, which was in general a good thing when living with a vampire that fed on emotions, on sex. It was still summer too, so the cool water was nice and refreshing. The shower was one of those fancy ones where the showerhead is big and mounted high on the ceiling, making the water fall like rain on you.
I stood there for a moment, with my eyes closed, just feeling the water, and trying not to think too hard about the fact that I had brought Murphy along with me in here, and that she was watching me from across the room. I wasn't sure why yet. I just wanted... I had spent the last few hours with Lara on my arm, with her hands and lips on me, playing couple for an audience that probably knew better anyway. People know that power and chemistry and looks don't necessarily mean love is in the air. Lara and I, from afar, kind of looked good together. And I had to admit that she had an effect on me, and on the mantle.
Actually, the mantle was seriously affected, it wanted her. Lara was pure sex and desire and danger. And she offered, quite freely, the opportunity to partake in it. And the mantle wanted to take advantage of that, or maybe control it, dominate it. It wanted the thrill of taking a creature as powerful as Lara and being able to subjugate it. A combination of sex and violence. I didn't like that. It wasn't good. The night just proved it.
I had felt attraction to Lara before, she was a beautiful woman, smart, sometimes even funny. But she was also cruel and manipulative, maybe she had her reasons, I didn't think living in the Raith household and being subjected to being a puppet of your father did good things to your psyche. But unlike Thomas, she hadn't decided to try and be any different. I supposed it was a form of honesty. But it meant that, fundamentally, we were too different beings. She had chosen to be a monster. I was still trying to fight my way out of becoming one.
Also, she fed on sex, on emotions, literally needed them to sustain her, I would never know how much of whatever I felt around her was real and what not.
And in the end, sexual attraction is just that, it's physical, it's nice, but it won't sustain or make up for a real connection, for holding the same values, for companionship, for genuine caring, for understanding, for respect, for trust built on a lifetime of history together, for love.
I opened my eyes to look back at Murphy. She had her head tilted to the side and continued to watch me. She had a thoughtful look on her face, as if she was having her own little internal monologue too.
I reached for the soap then, it was true, Lara's perfume clung to me, something spicy and rich. I wanted it off me. And I guess that was it, why I had wanted to do this in front of Karrin. I wanted to show her, that it wasn't Lara's touch the one I wanted lingering on me.
I did quick work of lathering up my hair, neck, my chest, when I reached a little more south my belly, I thought I heard Murphy take a deep breath. I rinsed, turned off the water and stepped out. She had a towel ready for me when I did, I reached for it and wrapped it around my waist.
We walked back into the bedroom. I didn't say anything, and she kept quiet too. We stood there for a minute, in the middle of the room, until I found my words.
"What do you think? Better now?" I managed to say.
She looked up at me for a second, and then stepped in closer to me, the heels she was wearing helping her reach a bit higher than usual, her nose grazing my chest, I felt her take in a deep breath, and then her lips against my skin. I shuddered at the sensation.
"Yes, better." She said, her voice sounded breathier.
I reached down to touch her hair, run my fingers through her curls. She looked absolutely lovely. Then I touched one hand to her chin, tilting her face up to mine and kissed her gently for a heartbeat or two, relieved when she didn't pull away. I rested my forehead against hers after.
"This is not... I'm not... This doesn't have to go anywhere."
She raised one golden eyebrow at me.
"I mean..." I took a deep breath, trying to order my words, "Karrin... I just want you to know that I'm here, with you. And I know this whole situation is messed up, and it's my fault... But despite everything around us right now, I am here, for whatever you want to make of it."
She twined her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss that was pure hunger. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her back in the same way, our tongues touching, our breathing coming faster. I wanted her, I wanted her so much. And more, I wanted to show her that I did. It started to have an effect on my body that was impossible to hide as she pressed against me.
We stopped kissing for a moment, trying to catch our breaths, and I used it to tell her something more that I needed to say, that she might want to know, "I've always been here, you know, even when I sucked at telling you or showing you, but I've been here for years, even before we got together."
She said nothing, just bit her lip and started moving her hands from my neck down my shoulders and chest. She pushed me gently backwards, to the armchair at the corner of the room. I took the hint and sat on it, she followed, sitting on my left knee, twisting her body to face me. One of her hands went to my cheek, and she leaned in to kiss me again. It was sweet, so sweet.
And then I felt her other hand back on my chest, and then down over my stomach until she reached the knot on the towel and undid it. Of course, then, it was impossible to hide the effect she was having on me. Next, she took my right hand and lifted it to her lips, kissed my fingers, and then moved it down, to my groin.
"Show me," She whispered.
She guided me to wrap my hand around myself. "Murph," I groaned.
"Have you ever done this, for me?" She asked me. She kept her hand over mine and squeezed gently. I shivered in excitement.
"Yes." I whispered.
"When we were together, or...?"
"Before too." I admitted, my voice coming out rough. My hand starting to move of my own will.
She kissed me again, briefly, and then rested her forehead against mine. She moved her hand up my arm then, caressing gently, the other one joined too, moving all over my chest and up my neck.
"What would you think about?" She said, softly.
I chuckled. "God, Karrin..." I bit my lip. "Really want to know?"
Our voices coming out low and breathy. "That's why I'm asking, Harry... tell me... show me."
I moved my not busy hand and slowly pulled on the sleeve of the dress she was wearing, revealing the creamy skin of one shoulder, the movement pushing the neckline of the dress a little downwards too.
"I would think about how far down these freckles would go." I said as I leaned forward a bit to kiss said freckles over her shoulder and the top of her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat, and she shivered. I kept moving my hand, a bit more purposely now.
I moved my head up again, leaving kisses over her collarbone and up her neck to speak directly in her ear.
"And I would imagine how you'd taste." I sucked on her earlobe. "And I was right... You taste sweet, so sweet." And the memory of that and having her here with me like this, watching me eagerly, was making me lose all semblance of control, my hand moving faster, my heart rate skyrocketing. "God, Karrin." I rasped.
She leaned in to rest her forehead against mine, biting her lip. "Don't stop." She breathed, and she looked down, watching my movements. I made them deliberate, for my benefit and hers. Her breathing was coming out fast too.
I kissed her jaw and told her finally, "And I'd come the hardest when I'd think about being inside you, looking into your eyes." My voice barely above a whisper. Her eyes moved to mine briefly, there was some surprise there, and something else that she didn’t tell me, I leaned in to capture her mouth. It’d be ok, she’d tell me later, I thought. It was the point of no return from there.
I reached with my free hand to the back of her head, threading my fingers through her curls, pressing her against me, kissing her hard and deep, keeping my mouth sealed to hers. She moaned against me, her hands moving over my chest, one of her hands stayed there, fingernails digging in, while the other moved down over my stomach to rest on my hip, and then moving to my groin. And it was too much, I let myself go with a shudder and a growl, blind pleasure consuming me for a while. I think I bit her lip in the process, and probably dirtied her dress too. I didn't hear her protest though. She just kept kissing me as I calmed down, pushing me to lean back against the backrest. Her hands moving to my face, caressing my cheeks.
"Thank you," She said, softly.
I could barely talk, but I managed to say, "Thank you."
She let out a small satisfied laugh and I closed my eyes as she touched her nose to mine in something like an eskimo kiss.
I drifted off, my body utterly relaxed, as it hadn't been in a long time. The last thing I felt were her lips on my forehead.
I wonder what a dnd session is like with you as a gm
You can see some quotes from campaigns run by the mods under these tags!
climb the tower
holy macguffin
omega strike force
tale of tales
We haven't posted any of our own quotes in a while since we have so many submissions, but maybe one of these days we'll have to post some again. In the meantime, here's a few that accurately reflect our current game:
GM: Ehh, hold on, don’t keep moving forward - actually, no. You’re fine, keep going.
Fighter: That’s at the top of the list of the most ominous things a GM can say during a session!
GM: No, no, it’s fine. Go ahead, continue doing what you were doing.
Human Ranger: But now I don’t want to continue doing what I was doing.
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GM: [Ranger], your turn.
Elven Ranger: So! We have problems.
GM: Well, you guys have problems. I’m doing good.
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(The rogue rolled high on an attack against the boss monster standing next to the fighter)
What is OFF? Off is a French abstract-surrealist game made in RPG maker by the genius Mortis. It is translated and downloadable here: http://jayisgames.com/archives/2012/06/off.php
This is my super long Theory on what the game means and represents.
SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT. DO NOT READ UNLESS YOU PLAYED THIS WONDERFUL GAME.
dededos
theartofmadeline
origamiaround
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germansingergirl
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