#dnd lemon

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Brick By Brick -

“Lemon please. It’s too much,” Brick whimpered sweetly even as she leaned close enough the cold metal of her armor pressed against Lemon’s bare chest. 

"Anna,” she sighed happily as her thighs burned with effort. Anna smiled, guiding one of Brick’s glove-less hand to her mouth and gently kissing each long finger. “Surely you’ve earned the right to my first name-” she hissed as the strap inside her dragged against a particularly pleasant angle “-fuck darlin take my last name too. Or I’ll take yours. I’m not picky.”

"How are you still talking?” Brick groaned. Brick leaned back just enough to watch the thick dildo strapped to her armored thigh sink deeper into Anna, and the tiefling whined like she'd been wounded. Brick's hand shot out. Clenched tight around Anna's calf even as she tried to hold herself still. Anna giggled softly, arching to let her curls fall down her back and sway with each deliberate roll of her hips. She kissed Brick's fingers again. Pressed Brick's cold armored forearm between the heat of her breasts. Playfully nipped at the carnelian tip of her middle finger. Lifted her aching thighs enough so the strap was only just inside. Watched the perfect shape Brick's lips made when she bit off a moan.

Anna filled herself with a roll of her hips, gently twisting Brick’s hand to place her lips against Brick's inner wrist where soft red skin met the edge of her armor. Brick's pulse fluttered against her lips. Like a rabbit trying to leap out of her jaws. Anna watched with half lidded eyes as Brick’s pretty mouth fell open with a gasp, and the tiefling shuddered hard enough she could feel it even through the thick metal between them. Anna briefly pressed her teeth against the delicate skin under her lips. Incisors on either side of Brick's flexor muscle tendons. Just hard enough to feel the thin skin consider breaking. Feel the tendon flex and relax against her canines. She wondered if Brick would taste as sweet as the sounds she made. Anna pulled her teeth away from still unmarked skin to smile softly instead.

“I'd be quiet if you kiss me,” Anna said as she leaned forward. Her chest pressed against the hard lines of Brick’s armored chest, trapping Brick's forearm between them. The edge of the breastplate dragged against Anna's hardened nipples. She hummed at the sharp pleasure of it. “Or if you let me get you out of that armor I could show you what else I can do with my mouth?” 

“Anna I-Anna please. I need-” Brick keened. High and long and so so sweet. Brick started to arch her head back but jerked forward again. All to keep her eyes on Anna. Anna carefully cupped Brick's middle and pointer finger with her tongue, keeping her eyes focused on Brick's face as she slipped them into her mouth down one phalanx. Brick looked on the edge of something. Frankly she looked as if she were the one riding a cock instead of sitting so prettily. Practically untouched. Brick's eyes were watering. Near to tears but focused entirely on her. Anna smiled around the fingers in her mouth. If she couldn't get Brick out of her defenses, she wondered if she might still get between them. Anna just had to find a gap in that fortification.

"Need what darlin? Surely you won't cum just from this?" Anna purred. She reached out to gently press her tongue against the fat pad of Brick's finger tip. Brick's eyes were locked on her. Mouth open as she shuddered and gasped. Anna clenched her thighs around unforgiving metal turned blood warm. Her core throbbed. "Would you? That would be a sight. You're a feast already and I've hardly touched you. Haven't even tasted you properly," she said, running her tongue down to the webbing between Brick's fingers and wishing it was something more private. Something salted not just with the taste of sweat and skin.

"Anna!" she gasped sharply. Her hand tightened on Anna's calf hard enough to bruise. Anna smiled.

"Yes Brick?"

"I'm-I don't-I might-I can't-"

"Can you?" Anna hummed, guiding Brick's spit slick hand between her shivering thighs. Brick's mouth fell open with a groan. Eyes darting down to watch as she pressed Brick's finger against her clit. They're nearly burning against her, and they gasp in unison as Anna guides Brick's fingers into slow circles. "Damn, oh darlin I just might. You feel so good. All for me, aren't you pretty thing."

"Anna! Anna please please I'm almost-" Brick whined, suddenly shifting her legs. Driving the toy deeper and with a shout Anna feels herself falling. A gasp tears out of her the same time her end comes to a sudden unsatisfying halt. Lemon's eyes shoot open to see her sweat soaked sheets wrapped tight around her, sticking to her skin and trapping the heat of her body in a fabric furnace. No Brick in sight aside from the stones that line the outer wall of Lemon's solitary room at the Tower. Lemon groans, pushing her face into her pillow as she kicks the sheets off of her to reach blessed cool air.

"Gods abounding not again," she hisses, muffling her shout of annoyance into the pillow as she kicks her feet. "No more! Whoever presides over dreams I'm done thank you!"

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For Lemon: 12, 24, and 42

For Effie: 21, 38, and 45

and, if so inclined, for Daffodil: 25, 30, and 39?

For Lemon: 12, 24, and 42 12. What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific! Someone playing pretend/doing a bit and letting her in on the joke. Examples include: Rinn dropping her off and kissing her hand then calling her Fair Lady like a goober, Cael calling her Ms. Bakhouzin and that she drives a hard bargain all over deciding who pays for what at dinner, Nick doing something similar about her driving a hard bargain over something silly. It always gets her giggling. Lemon also loves a good play on words. They’re like little word puzzles, and she loves puzzles! 24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it? Lemon has snuck multiple cookies, hand pies, fritters, and once managed to inhale an entire tray of Special Brownies when no one was looking. She was fine, just incredibly stoned with a slightly upset tummy, so her big cousins kept an eye on her while the leaf worked its way out of her system. It’s surprising what one tiny puppy eyed halfling lass can get away with lol. She actually got her deer rib bone runes from Coyote by trading an entire kitchen's worth of baked goods and trading it when she was under 10 years old, and got grounded from baking lessons from Rosalind for a month >>’  42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be? Lemon could give multiple TED Talks, because she is a Giant Nerd, but her four main hyper fixations are arcana, nature, baking, and romance smut novels. So she might host a “Biology and Magic: How the Two Overlap” or “Local Species: What’s On the Menu, What’s a No Go, and Why?” or “Basics of Baking With Bakhouzin's” or lastly “Top Best and Worst Romance Novel Tropes”.

For Effie: 21, 38, and 45 21. What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it? Effie is a whirlwind of over the top nonsense, but shockingly she does follow most common etiquette rules out of habit. She was raised in court by her politician parents, so she follows most of them without really thinking. What she doesn’t disagree with is the supposed etiquette of “minding her own business”. If she can hear it, that makes it free game. She wants all the facts in the correct order. Will she do anything with all that fact checked gossip? Most likely not, but it could be important some day!  38. What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why? I like to think Effie has a lovely soprano singing voice, but for some reason when you put her in front of people suddenly she has to make a joke out of it and just cannot sing normally. Mostly because she really enjoys singing, and doesn’t want to be told she’s bad at something she loves.  45. What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately? Socks and sandals. She knows entire cultures do it, that it isn’t exactly a fashion thing for them, etc etc. She Knows. Effie still hates it with a fiery passion. Not as passionately as she loves Temperance, but only by a few degrees.  

and, if so inclined, for Daffodil: 25, 30, and 39? 25. What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot? All of the gossip in and around her human family’s court from 300-ish years ago. Who was besotted with who, who was caught talking the lover’s walk unattended into the gardens after midnight at Sir Macavoy’s last ball, who stole money at card night! Daffodil also can’t follow up on this gossip, because the humans involved are all dead now and her elf mother is MIA. She is very frustrated by this fact.  30. When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional? Honestly, personal is so much worse than professional. Professional mistakes happen and can be a combination of many things not entirely in her control, but disappointing one of her muses? Her light and love and joy?? The very core of her songs??? Her inspiration that makes life worth continuing???? Devastating. She will take to her bed in a faint.  39. Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there That depends entirely on why she isn’t wanted there I think. Daffodil enjoys a bit of extra drama, so if her showing up would cause a bit of stir she totally would want to be invited anyway and show up with bells on. If her family didn’t want her there because her presence would cause issues for them, then she wouldn’t want to be invited.

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Felt like doing another mini mood board, just for Lemon and Lonan u_u They live rent free in my mind.

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Lemon, watching all but one of her teammates decide to rough it after being in the road for so long: “Hmm shame. Well then I’m going to take an extra long bath tonight. Sleep in a bed by myself. Brush out my hair. Maybe I’ll try to chat up a nice stranger🤔”

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FINALLY managed to get Lemon’s new face and outfit figured out >:D The skin tone marker oxidized super weird though. I think it might just be old and the markers kinda fucked up now, but it’s close enough lol.

This is Lemon’s new adventuring outfit! Her chain mail is under the tunic, and she’s got a protective layer under her chain mail that she sleeps in. Plus some random expressions of Lemon flirting/being sassy, her feeling playful and sticking her tongue out, and one that I’m not super pleased with but the pen layer had been Done so it’s there now lol.

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Drew this before Lemon stole borrowed a shirt from Cael to cover her legs, and also before I realized her old shirt should still fit her even if her wool dress doesn’t. But posting anyway because I think she came out cute🤣 Inspired by those pics of lady Link with pink hair that were floating around at one point lol

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Now that Lemon's new body has been revealed, I can post the What If version of her I drew before I got really sad about losing a romantic option and switched to a different roll she'd made lol :D She rolled to be Fey, so I did a random color generator for her hair and eye color and got white and lilac. She would have been 3'7'', and the pic on the right was the thought I had of her being reincarnated and coming out like butterflies do from their transformations. Pic on the left is after her hair had time to fluff up.

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