#* valcfar.

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@valcfar from here

In lieu of an answer, Fel gives Val a glare as he enters the room. He doesn't say anything— doesn't even make a move to sign, hands sticky with blood and clenched by his sides. Val's right: too much of this blood is his. Too much is self-inflicted, an unremembered mess of misdirected power after the deed was done. The kind of thing that was all too easy for them to slip into. Fel makes a line directly for the bathroom, disappearing inside and letting the door swing mostly closed behind him. They don't, however, shut the door the whole way, nor lock it— which, knowing them, they would have if they really didn't want him coming after them at all.

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@valcfar from here

"Val..."

It's a glittering kaleidoscope of red and glinting wetness from Taron's perspective, and he finds himself shamefully glad that he can't see more of the details— details he needs to see, needs to know whether there's any chance of Val getting out of here. But... Taron is no hero. He's in no state to get Val out of here himself, he's no fighter, he's not nearly a good enough fucking mage to be useful. The healing magic he has access to is too weak to do shit for Val now. Fuck, he's so fucking useless.

"I can't just leave you here." He can. He will. "Come on, we can..." They can't. Really, they can't.

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[tease] + [taste] (Taron :3)

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower + [ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

Taron's head falls back against the door with an audible thunk. They've only got this far before Val is tugging at his clothing, discarding items gods-knew-where before falling to his knees.

Not that Taron is complaining. His breath hitches softly as Val's mouth follows the v of his hip, as kisses scatter across his thighs, as a strong hand nudges his legs just barely apart. He groans, fingers clenching and unclenching at his side, hips pressing forward a touch as Val finds the sensitive skin at the top of his thigh.

He's being a terrible tease. Or, quite possibly, Taron is being incredibly impatient. Either way.

"Please," he murmurs, half-breathless already. "Suck my cock?"

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[mess] Fel ;3

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

Fel still hasn't got his breath back, and it feels as though it has been... well, he's not actually sure how long; the pleasant, fucked-out state they're currently languishing in isn't particularly conducive to accurate timekeeping.

He turns his head, glancing over toward Val to catch a proper look at him, all sweaty musculature and marks bitten into his skin - in short, fucking gorgeous, as ever. Their legs are still tangled together, Fel's hand resting on Val's chest, this moment of comfortable stillness impenetrable to anything outside the two of them.

Fel pats Val to get his attention, spells out one-handed with a ridiculous, self-satisfied grin: <W-O-W.>

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[overstim] + [wrexked] (reverse :3 rosie)

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release + [ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

Zahrosa's grin is perfectly wicked, seeing him like this. Trembling, breathless, pinned beneath her like an insect beneath glass.

"Do not think I am done with you yet, pretty boy."

She straddles him, dark hands pressed to the unnatural, lilac-pale of his chest, hips rocking back and forth where she sits with him sheathed inside her. He gets only a moment of respite before she is moving again, his cum making lewd, wet noises as it leaks from around his cock, Rosie raising herself up with a soft groan.

The sorceress reaches between them, slipping two slender fingers into her smallest hole before she lowers herself back down, her hot, sloppy depths made that bit tighter by the addition.

"I will use you until I am satisfied."

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well i did say / @valcfar

The sorceress leans forward, inviting Val to pull up her skirt in the kitchen of her picture-perfect home - though what he finds beneath is a ridiculously huge, dark-purple vegetable stuffed into her most private areas, almost as big as his cock, pushing at her entrance as though ready to slip free at any moment. The remarkable addition is the smaller plug that keeps her from leaking - squirting - liquid all over her, a slimmer vegetable stuffed fully inside her to stem the trickling flow that would surely usually have made itself known by this point.

She rests her forehead on her arms, wiggling her skinny ass at him - showing off the huge insertion, and the strangeness of that which fills her urethra. Her ass clenches, empty but clearly stretched by experience, accentuating her neediness despite best efforts on her part.

"Well?" she demands, "Are you to take me, or not?"

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[hurried.] sender hikes receiver's clothing just far enough to push inside of them. (fel)

@valcfar

It builds slow, so slow, and then suddenly all at once. They sink into one another's touch, hot and urgent, and Fel is tugging at his clothing to reveal a scarred sliver of skin, pressing insistently against Val, a silent request - a silent demand.

No matter that his ass is still sore from the last time, he wants Val now and hard and here.

He groans when he feels the tip of Val's cock against him, shifts back against him. And, because he doesn't want there to be any doubt here, wants Val to know that this is a time he is enthusiastically fucking agreeing, "Yes. Fuck me."

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i'm a monster. why do you want to have anything to do with me? (fel)

@valcfar

Fel stares for a long moment, the look on his face strongly suggesting that Val is being a fucking idiot.

"Shut up." It comes sudden, aloud, as though Val's question has shocked him enough to warrant it. In truth, he's not exactly surprised - this topic has come up before - but he's sure as shit not having it. Fel's mouth sets in a hard line as he leans forward, hands moving quickly as he signs: <I not care what you think. You not monster. I not care if you monster.> He huffs, glares. <Want you.>