#bg3 lucio

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@dreadgloom

Continued from here because he couldn't help himself.

The ranger hissed as he harshly nipped the tip of her ear. Before he could get to far away, Dionisia had her hand wrapped firmly around his throat forcing him to stay closer to her eye level. From the smirk on his face, she could tell this male was enjoying her reaction. ❝ Don’t act like a brat unless you want to be treated like one, ❞ she warned, giving his throat a playful but firm squeeze.

She had been distracted, something years on the surface had likely taught her. For if this was the Underdark, she wouldn't have dared let him get so close. The bite it a warning, a reminder. 'Never let your guard down, remember?'

The fingers around his throat was a pleasant surprise, felt just like home. It brought a heavy flush to his face. Her words only encouraging him. His lips part, long tongue lolling out at her from between those sharp teeth. Teasing her. A show of his lewd tendency. No wonder he had only one purpose back home.

"Yes, Mistress," He chitters.

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Σ(O_O；)

Send Σ(O_O；) for my characters reaction to having their clothes unbuttoned/unzipped by yours.

"I told you! This isn't necessary!" He whines, letting her pull the laces of his top open. Lucio is pouting, though she should count herself lucky that he isn't kicking and hissing.

Despite their frequent night time activity, Lucio never really got fully undressed in front of her. Some sort of shame or embarrassment crawls over his skin at the thought of her seeing his mangled back. Lashings and claw marks and dark fire scars cover the majority of his back. From his shoulders to his tail bone.

But apparently he 'stank' and she ordered him some hot water. And Dio was... insistent.

He tries to weasel his way out of it, a curve of his lips, an implication of his tone as she pulls at the ties of his trousers.

"I see what this is. Excuses excuses Dio- anything to get me out of my pants, hu?"

He's trying to tease her, fluster her maybe enough to get her to let him alone!

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027. on the outskirts of a magnificent water fountain .

𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺

They'd arrived at night- but the water was no less beautiful in this moon light. It's something grand- nestled amongst the vines and abandoned wood. Some town overrun by blight or plague. Empty, but still extravagant.

The fountain still flows, likely a result of the aqueduct leading by the town. Delivering water to the abandoned post.

The stars reflect off of the surface, and Lucio sits upon the cold and wet stone. Bright red eyes looking into the dark water, looking for something. Maybe even in his own reflection.

"Do you think the water is diseased?" He asks idly, his pointed fingernails grazing the surface of said water.

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Send (♡´౪`♡) For My Muse To Walk In On Your Muse Masturbating!

Dionisia often had him feeling this way. In intervals he was often hot under the collar. Like a sickness or rut he couldn’t escape. He’d pestered so often she’d have to shoo him.

Perhaps there was some merit to the way that she compared him to a dog. Always sniffing around her. Waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. To fill her womb…

The thought made his breath flutter, barely audible in the tent they shared most nights. The air is cool against his hot skin- hand rather rigorously working along his shaft. Up and down rhythmically as he thought of pushing her down and filling her belly full with his little spiderlings. He could make her happy-

The thought is abruptly ended when she herself enters the tent. Himself sprawled out amongst the blankets, chittering frantically to himself, displayed for her.

But his hand doesn’t stop stroking, even as they make eye contact.

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In the soft light just before dawn as they got ready for another long day of travel, Dionisia circled her arms around Lucio. Her hands slid under his shirt to gently scrape her nails repeatedly along his abdomen. With her head leaned against his back, the ranger found herself rather enjoying giving him such gentle affections without the eyes of others on them. “Tell me . . . when this journey is over and our ailment cured . . . what will you do,” she asked him. Her tone remained even, never wavering or betraying her inner thoughts. It was as if she was asking something bland that had been on several of their minds as their journey continued forward. Yet something beastial growled and snarled demands deep in her mind: Stay. Stay. STAY!

It was a bit early, and though they didn't require sleep, he still seemed to feign a grogginess for some odd reason. Pulling on his clothes with his eyes closed, he could smell her get closer but felt no need to move.

A trail of her nails across his body makes him smile slightly. Her tone may be even, no one else would notice... But Lucio noticed. The way she held him from behind- the clawing possessive. Like she was holding a favorite toy. His own hands carefully pat and rub hers through the shirt, trying to soothe. He wonders... What would she do if he said he would leave? Would she be heart broken? Would she relent? Would she keep his heart in a box?

"What troubles you, dear Dionisia?" He questions in hushed tones, whispering amongst them.

"Perhaps... you have a suggestion? I myself find that it is a question I've been mulling over for some time. I am bid back to the darkness. Yet... I find I don't wish to return. "

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— sender wraps the receiver's hair around their fist. [16]

『 PROMPT ⟶ HAIR 』

He'd done it intentionally, undermining her, pissing her off little bits throughout the day. Grinning his grin and being overtly perverse. Truly, he craved the attention. Boredom didn't suit Lucio in the slightest. In fact, when he was bored, he made sure to make it everyone's problem. Namely Dio.

And while she had more patience than any woman who'd owned him in the past, he knew she was no saint. She'd break eventually.

And break she did, grabbing a fist full of his hair and pulling him down to look her in the face. Scolding him for being a child- all the while his eyes look to her suggestively. Top fangs chewing into his bottom lip momentarily, wincing through the rough pulls of his hair.

"Go on- go on Dio~ Shut me up," He tries to lean in towards her but her grip on his hair keeps him from getting closer.

He's feeling feral at this point. It's obvious from the sparkle of madness in his eyes.

"Make me obey."

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— sender braids the receiver's hair. [15] + reverse

『 PROMPT ⟶ HAIR 』

It wasn't so much that he was bade to do it, it was instinct to sit down behind her in the early hours and pull her stark white hair between his fingertips. It felt good, it felt familiar to have her sit still as he ran the comb through her tresses. Expertly pulling it into braids around the side of her head.

So her hair doesn't fall into her eyes. The sun already made his eyes sensitive enough, they didn't need anymore vulnerability in their sight.

His, however, was dark enough to form a curtain around his head, shielding his eyes from the hellish sun above.

He was almost jealous that he didn't have any white or silvery tones in his own hair. As was typical.

Finishing the last thick braid and wrapping it around into a bun on the back of her head, he sighs. Daring to press a kiss to the back of her neck.

"All done," He chirps.

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«DISTRACT»   for sender to keep receiver in place through means of distractions.

*: ･ﾟ✧ capturing a muse starters.

They'd been walking along, chatting about who knows what. Lucio rambling about the perfect mushroom soup recipe. The way he used to make it back home.

Only to suddenly be pinned against a tree practically by the throat. He falls silent against the warning. Though from what he doesn't understand.

She likely heard something approaching that he himself didn't. His chattering clouding his mind as it so often did.

Or was it something else?

He looks at her in questioning, but dares not to say anything.