Cadenza is a gifted animancer and sometimes a reluctant necromancer. She's selfless and passionate towards the people she cares for. Cadenza is never afraid to use everything in her power and beyond to help those that need it the most.
Cadenza is the creation of Sabina @arcanecadenza, an amazing writer and one of the most genuine friends I’ve made through the fandom.
I was so happy to work with @artsyaprilmr once again to have this portrait done. April, as always, it’s a pleasure to commission you 💖 Sabina, thank you for sharing Cadenza with us. I hope this gift captures her spirit in the way she deserves.
NSFW 🍋: for day one of @midsummer-masquerade: shibari / marking (+ strap-ons, cock warming, orgasm denial, praise)
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The first time Ophélie attended the normal masquerade had been nerve-wracking enough, but this one was on a whole different level of anxiety inducing. Leading up to tonight, her thoughts had been centered around the fear that no one would dare approach her.
But reality was just the opposite—she never realized just how many people would be eager to approach her. Her identity was hardly a secret, the lace of her “mask” barely obscuring her face. The thought that the very same people who sought out her affections each night after the curtain was lowered would also be in attendance hadn't crossed her mind at all.
But Ophélie wasn't interested in any of them. Not until she'd seen a figure of violet organza and wild curls cut through the crowd several feet away. She'd almost called out Cadenza’s name as she began to follow after her, but caught herself last-second.
The lightest brush of her hand against Cadenza's arm alerts the other woman of her presence.
"I didn't know you'd be here!" Ophélie greets, feeling giddy when she sees the way Cadenza's face lights up behind her mask.
"That is the point, is it not? Secret invitations." Cadenza’s smile is bright, her eyes slowly dragging over Ophélie’s body. "I was hoping I'd find you. But it seems you've found me instead."
Ophélie takes in Cadenza’s own hardly-there outfit. It really wasn't all that different from what she wore on a normal day—except for her gown itself had been crafted out of completely sheer fabric.
"You look beautiful!" Ophélie complements. She thinks Cadenza looks much more than just beautiful, of course, but she’d like to save those for when they’re alone.
"You look nervous."
“That easy to tell?” Ophélie giggles, eyes darting around the room momentarily before returning to look up at her.
Cadenza is still smiling as she takes Ophélie's hand. "Let me help you relax?"
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"I'm already wearing a harness." Ophélie says half-heartedly, as Cadenza begins to work the silken lilac rope over and around her chest. It’s caging in her breasts more than the harness that’s practically her entire outfit is, weaving under them and over them.
"And the rope complements it, don't you think?" She circles Ophélie, drawing the rope down between her shoulder blades, so that she can begin to wind it around her forearms.
“It is very pretty. I love the purple,” she tilts her head down to examine the design the best she can.
“Not as pretty as you look, especially how pretty you’ll look after I’m done with you.” Ophélie feels her face heat at the words, at the way the rope tightens around her chest. “And the marks this leave will also complement these quite nicely.”
Before Ophélie can ask what Cadenza means, she leans forward and bites down onto the bare skin of her shoulder. Ophélie moans out in surprise, but Cadenza quickly pulls away, resuming carefully knotting the restraints.
Ophélie waits patiently as she can as Cadenza works, the tightness of the rope and Cadenza’s presence sooth her nerves—while simultaneously riling her up in a different manner.
After a few more minutes Cadenza steps back, examining her work for a moment, her eyes dark. Without another word she leaves Ophélie on the bed to retrieve something else from a chest across the room.
Ophélie watches Cadenza shed her gown, trading it for a harness of her own that fastens around her hips.
“I can’t wait to see you take this.” Cadenza turns to face the bed again, revealing the carefully crafted glass cock that’s been secured to the harness.
Ophélie practically feels her mouth water. Her eyes follow Cadenza as she climbs back up onto the bed, leaning back against the surplus of pillows at the head. She beckons Ophélie closer with a single finger, lightly patting the freckled skin of her upper thighs.
She’s quick to follow orders, and shuffles up after her, sliding over Cadenza’s lap. Cadenza’s hand goes between Ophélie’s legs, fingers ghosting over the well-soaked lace between them, letting out a soft moan of her own as she pushes the lingerie to the side.
“Already so wet… Is this all for me, or did someone else get to you before I did?”
“It’s all for you,” Ophélie murmurs, struggling to keep herself from grinding down onto Cadenza’s fingers.
“I bet that I could slide inside of you just like this, hm?”
“Yes, please, Cadenza—“ Ophélie whines when Cadenza pulls her hand away.
“Already begging, too? You’re such an eager girl.”
Ophélie does start to move when she feels the cool tip of the glass against her cunt. Cadenza brings a hand to her hip to keep her still, nails digging into Ophélie’s skin through the layers and layers of tulle.
“No moving, even when I’m inside, understand?”
Ophélie opens her mouth to speak, just as the tip brushes her entrance, but all that comes out is a whine. She tries again. “Yes, yes, I won’t move.”
Her nails grasp at her own arms as Cadenza pulls her down onto her cock, going far slower than Ophélie needs to go.
“I think,” Ophélie giggles nervously, “this is just winding me up more—”
She's cut off by her own gasp, as Cadenza bites down on her neck, tongue laving over the mark she’s left.
“Not if I wear you out…” Cadenza grins, her lips grazing over Ophélie’s chest to suck more marks into her skin. “Then you just won't have the energy to worry.”
Ophélie holds as still as she can, mind already completely preoccupied with the desire to be a good girl for Cadenza. She doesn’t hold any of her sounds back though, all of her soft moans and high-pitched gasps freely tumbling past her lips as Cadenza busies herself with marking her up. She takes her sweet time, doing a thorough job of biting, kissing, and sucking every bit of pale skin for what feels like hours to Ophélie. All while the cock is buried deep inside of her and she isn’t allowed to do a single thing about it.
Cadenza weaves a hand into Ophélie’s short waves, tugging back to better access her neck. “I can feel how hard you’re trying to keep still, you’re doing so well,” her lips graze Ophélie’s skin as she speaks. Cadenza tugs her head back down and leans forward to finally capture Ophélie’s lips, not neglecting to bite at them either, smearing her lipstick in the process.
“Please, ‘Denza, will you fuck me now? Please?” Ophélie begs in between kisses and nips. She feels Cadenza’s lips quirk into a grin against hers, and when both of her hands return to her hips, Ophélie thinks she’s finally going to get some friction.
But instead of fucking her properly, Cadenza slowly lifts her up and off of her strap completely. Ophélie wines in disappointment, but a sharp look from Cadenza silences her complaints.
“I think it’s time for you to go back out and enjoy the party, you’re due on stage soon, aren’t you?” Cadenza says innocently, like she hadn’t just spent the better part of an hour working Ophélie up to no release. She loosens the silk knots behind her back and around her wrists.
Once she’s loose, Cadenza pulls Ophélie from the bed, guiding her across the room towards a mirror against the wall, giving her a chance to appreciate Cadenza’s marks all over her skin.
“I think the crowd will just love these additions to your outfit.” Cadenza spins Ophélie around to face her, and since her hands have been tied up for most of their time together, Ophélie takes the opportunity to run them up Cadenza’s thighs.
“Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you, after. But you aren’t allowed to come from any touch that isn’t mine. You make sure anyone else so lucky to end up with you knows that.”
Listen I know it’s not pride month no more but I think ya’ll can relate to how much of an ass-kicking 2020 is giving me, so. Next is @arcanecadenza‘s beautiful apprentice Cadenza, I love this grumpy nerd so so much.
Rigel’s intention is to juuuust simply surround pascal with things he hates, So, eels aaand... a bath. :v
Rigel’s telling this story to Amara [ Here ] , and he’s still irritated about what happened that day, that’s why he wants to return the favor. ~
...and the tea is uhm, good.
Cadenza belongs to @arcanecadenza
Pascal belongs to @justfortuna / @vesuvien
Both of you, mads and sabina, are really amazing! I’ve seen you two be one of many people wanting to help others using your talents and all and that’s really admirable! I hope this lighten up your mood? > w <
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Day 3 prompts: bondage, outdoors
Khleo x Cadenza
Cadenza belongs to @arcanecadenza
Khleo is non-binary and uses she/they pronouns interchangeably.
Music: “Positive Tension” by Bloc Party
~ 820 words
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Khlee von Heine was in the middle of dragging an unconscious masquerader out of a garden fountain when she spotted a tall, dark-haired magician pacing one of the stone-paved intersections.
The barhand had met this magician – Cadenza – many times in fact. It was nice to see her outside of a tavern hall, and in something that revealed much more than she typically would whenever she stopped by for a drink.
Khleo made sure the party guest was somewhere they could safely rest before making their way over to the stone path. She briefly adjusted her champagne stockings before interrupting the magician to ask if she needed any help.
Something of importance had been lost. A bundle of silk that she had left on a stone bench by accident.
“I only stepped away for a moment,” Cadenza snapped at no one in particular. “Didn’t think it would get stolen.”
“Pirates probably. They show up at these events sometimes.” Khleo crossed their arms and scanned the area one last time. “Look, we can’t replace the silk, but I got some rope that you can borrow.”
The tension in Cadenza’s brow ebbed by a few degrees. She folded her hands behind her back and finally gave the barhand some thoughtful eye contact.
“Can I see it? I need to be sure that it’ll be a reliable replacement.”
Khleo told her that of course she could and to follow them.
The rope was located close to the outdoor bar where Khleo was stationed for the night. She and Cadenza were partly shielded by a stack of wine barrels and some hedges. Beyond was a blanket of green, illuminated by a lazy swarm of fireflies.
When Khleo showed Cadenza the rope, they weren’t surprised by the magician’s need to investigate and test its hold. Khleo suggested that they tie Cadenza’s wrists so she could make a well-informed decision.
“Well?”
Cadenza scrutinized the bindings while Khleo absently dragged their thumbs over the parts where the magician’s skin met rope.
After a while of no response, Khleo offered, “Do you want another demonstration?” They tugged until they had Cadenza’s mouth hot against their own. “Behind your back this time?”
Cadenza took her time thinking it over while she kissed the barhand.
“Yes, I would.”
Khleo was efficient. Their chest became a steady wall of support while Cadenza assumed this new position with her back to the barhand.
“Get on your knees for me?” Khleo asked, their voice thinning out into a calm rasp. They secured the knot before letting their hands wander under Cadenza’s sheer robe, up her ribcage, finding stiff tacks of flesh among all that was soft.
Cadenza bit back a moan, seesawing her shoulders until her robe could no longer hold on. She shivered under Khleo shallow bites, closing her eyes against the restless movement behind her as the barhand’s suspenders dropped off and the buttons of their shirt came undone.
Then Khleo reminded Cadenza of the rope.
“Don’t forget to struggle a little.”
They encouraged her, twisting her nipples just so.
Cadenza swore and bucked against the rope. She found it both delightful and frustrating that it was quite tight.
“Ah. Not too much now, Denz.”
Khleo cupped the magician’s jaw to hold her head steady for the next round. They dipped their hand past Cadenza’s waist and worked those practiced fingers of theirs, enough to stoke a small fire in the pit of her stomach.
“You have me right where you want me, don’t you?” The magician said through her teeth.
The barhand gave an innocent shrug before flexing her warmth around Cadenza and breathing calmly against her neck. “Your words, Denz. Not mine.”
The closeness of their breath was enough to make Cadenza squirm harder against her bonds.
“That’s right.” Khleo made a satisfied sound. “See? Not going anywhere.” Then she cleared her throat and gently nudged the crease of Cadenza’s ass. “Spread your legs a bit for me. Please.”
Cadenza steadied her chin and closed her eyes as she concentrated on dropping her hips and spreading her legs some more until her snatch was hovering just above the grass. Khleo’s fingers came back into play shortly after.
“Good to know that this rope is reliable, huh?”
Cadenza turned her head, catching Khleo’s smirking mouth in a not-so-gentle kiss.
“Yes. It is.” she agreed, her voice steady and reflective despite the fact that her hands were tied and her pussy was swollen up to Khleo’s knuckles.
The barhand worked their magic above and below Cadenza’s waist, occasionally applying warm pressure to her neck. There were sounds of glasses clinking and idle chatter from the outdoor bar, but all Cadenza could really focus on was the unhurried smacking of Khleo’s lips against her slightly damp skin. That and Khleo’s soft rasps and even subtler purrs.
Cadenza’s gaze grew heavy, but she held on, watching the lightning bugs flicker and drift past herself and Khleo into the balmy summer twilight.
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Day 5 prompts: toys, praise
additional cw: squirting
Sun Bai x Cadenza
Cadenza belongs to @arcanecadenza
Music: “Get Into It (Yuh)” by Doja Cat
~ 880 words
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Cadenza was proud of herself for being able to recognize Sun Bai, given that he wasn’t wearing his glasses when she bumped into him. He was standing at a table awash with complimentary toys.
When Cadenza asked if he was looking for any one in particular, he said, “One that can make your pussy light up.”
Cadenza's deft fingers hovered over the selection. Within seconds, she locked onto one that fit that description.
“You mean something like this?”
Bai thanked her before taking it and flipping a switch to make sure the thing was working properly.
Then he said, “I’ve got a room if you’re not busy right now. There’s champagne in there too.”
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Bai’s room was more like a suite, Cadenza realized as he held the door open for her. Like he promised, two flutes of champagne waited for them on a small table by the oversized bed.
Cadenza and Sun Bai made a toast to a long, safe, fun-filled evening.
Bai downed his flute before Cadenza could finish hers. He had watched her the whole time he drank. The pirate didn’t look away from her as he carelessly tossed his glass to the side where it shattered against the marble.
Cadenza lowered her drink and shot him a questionable look.
Bai shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”
As soon as Cadenza finished and set down her glass, Bai advanced, swiftly cupping her face before leaving her breathless with… what very much felt like a pent-up sort of affection.
Though he had rushed into the kiss, Bai eventually slowed down, savoring the shape of Cadenza’s mouth. Soon they were both dragging airy groans from the other as they stumbled in sync towards the bed.
[Lie down.]
The pirate pulled up a chair at the edge, flipping it about-face and straddling it with ease. His erection angled snugly against the cushioned back while he folded his arms over the top, leaning forward and fixing his hungry gaze on the robe coming undone from around Cadenza’s waist.
He flicked the toy in her direction.
[You know what to do.]
Cadenza chuckled as she caught the small vibrator with ease. “Not going to touch yourself while I do the same?”
Bai shook his head, grinning. “Don’t want to miss anything.”
Soon Cadenza was relaxing back with her legs spread butterfly-style. She said, “I bet you’re wishing you had your glasses right about now.”
Bai showed his teeth.
“You’re hilarious.”
Then he demonstrated how far he could lean the chair forward. “If I need a better view, I’ll just get closer like this.”
Cadenza snorted. “What if I squirt into your eye?”
Bai lowered his head, lining his chin up at her vertical slit. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Cadenza laughed sincerely that time.
It wasn’t long before she got going, using both the vibrating accessory and her own fingers to get her heart rate up.
Bai kept his dark gray eyes mostly fixed on her pussy, but every now and then he would look up and tell Cadenza how pleasing she was to watch up close, how he appreciated how hard she was concentrating on giving him a good show.
“And what, Sun Bai,” Cadenza panted, “are you going to give me if I manage to give you the kind of show you’ve been craving all night.”
Bai hugged the back of the chair and gently cocked his head to the side.
“What do you mean?”
Cadenza was well aware that the psychic was teasing her, but she couldn’t back out now. A shiny trail of sweat ran from the base of her throat to the top of her snatch.
No, she couldn’t stop. Not when she was so fucking close and her fingers were starting cramp—
“Need a hand?”
Cadenza didn’t see Bai leave the chair. Before she knew what was going on, he was huddled at the foot of the mattress, bowing his head between her legs.
The vibrator came out. His fingers slid in. He flexed them confidently, with purpose. He licked his lips in concentration.
Cadenza’s breath caught. Excitement briefly flashed across the pirate’s features at her reaction.
[There?]
Cadenza arched back onto her elbows. How did he know?
“Timing,” Bai whispered, reading her mind, “and pressure. That’s all it is.”
He gave two more coaxes before she broke into a fine sprinkle, showering the space between them with her release. Bai coaxed out as much cum as he could, catching it on his chin with a serene smirk.
Afterwards, when Cadenza was fixing her robe, she was confused to see Bai joining her on the bed as if he planned to stay there.
Without a word, he looped his arm around her middle and guided her to lie next to him. He looked at her and she looked back at him over the rise of the silk cushions.
“Bai… what are you doing?” Cadenza asked, trying not to sound rude.
Bai lowered his gaze and tucked his hand in the crease of her hip.
“Holding you.”
Cadenza rolled her eyes. “Because I earned it?”
[Because I want to.]
He leaned until their foreheads kissed, not bothering to move the stray ghostly strands that spilled across Cadenza’s features.
The magician was silent as she cradled Bai’s face and kissed him in a way that she hoped conveyed her thoughts. Thanking him for his time.
