#feylen

[warlock-enthusiast]

@feylen drew our boy bruce as a warlock <3 it is so beautiful and cute. look at his ears and adorable nose. feylen is an absolute gem and if you want to check her out: https://linktr.ee/feylen

[oswaldsirius]

Happy Halloween from a pair of black cats!

Thank you again, @feylen for this amazing piece! I love it so much! Now if only I’d finished the fic to go with it

[redinkofshame]

Eee!! Hey everyone, look!

For my birthday, @tel-abelas-mofo commissioned @feylen to do this beautiful piece of Elle overwhelming poor Solas! I love it so much <3

Elle and (this) Solas are from @theDuckPond, my nearly finished Solavellan fic! :D

[manatee-nebula]

I want to post the link to @feylen 's Patreon but then it won't show up in the tags, and I want this art to get the attention it deserves. This was my request for June and everything about it is perfect to me 😍😍

[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

feylen hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: feylen hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: ...

Ich hoffe, dass die Lust dann evlt doch noch kommt, wenn du vllt noch nen NPC oder so schreibseln musst? Ist ja auch noch nen bisserl Zeit bis dahin :,)

Ja vielleicht. Hab mir neulich schon so 10 NPCs ausgedacht xD irgendwelche davon werd ich Tobi schon unterjubeln (ich bestehe auf Brienne 2.0 *snorts*)

[cullenaddict]

This is a personal headcannon of mine.  I have always imagined that my Inquisitor Edana, who is a two handed warrior, and Cullen spar both before and after they get together.  To tell you the truth it’s a form of foreplay for them.  I might have to write a short fic about it we will have to see. I just wanted to say a big THANK YOU to the always amazing @feylen.  Seriously she does a wonderful job with whatever I throw at her for my commission.  

[warlock-enthusiast]

I can't sleep until I feel your touch

@feylen bought me some ko-fi <3 <3 much labbu !!!

fandom: Pathfinder: Age of Worms (Lesraniza x Ekaym x Eligos)

rating: E (this is pure smut)

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Normally not the most outgoing person, and neither a ladies man, Ekaym wondered how he’d ended up like this. 

Meaning sitting on Eligo’s bed, wine in his hand, head a bit dull from herbs and alcohol, with the wizard close to them. Lesraniza’s shoulder touched his and her silken excuse for a dress offered so much exposed skin. Ekaym found himself unable to look away, to ignore the soft lines of her body and her smile. 

Her beauty left him speechless. 

Again. 

Ever since meeting her, she’d been on his mind constantly. 

Ekaym closed his eyes and tried to just enjoy the moment. 

Candles lit the room and heavy drapes kept them hidden from the moon and stars. Some heavy essence wavered through the air. Sage? Musk? It calmed the senses and his mind and it fit with Eligos’ new home. 

Eligos watched them warely, eyes wandering to Lesraniza, but ever so often also lingering on Ekaym’s face as if looking for an invitation to join them. 

Ekaym found his voice. “What are we celebrating?” 

Chuckling, Eligos refilled their glasses. “I’ve been given a second chance. I want to make the most of it.”

“Sounds reasonable.” Ekaym knew about Eligos’ death and its implications. Tragedy seemed to follow them around these days. All three of them had faced too much darkness and hardship during these last month and maybe, maybe, this could be the beginning of something new, something more. 

Though, Ekaym wasn’t sure if drinking helped with making rational decisions. 

“It does make sense.” Lesraniza put her hand on his cheek, golden eyes warm, and Ekyam took the offered wine and ignored how her closeness brought him on the edge of sanity. 

Lesraniza’s voice sounded more like a whisper. “We're celebrating, yes?”

Ekaym turned around and kissed the knuckles on her hand. “I’m inclined to see where this celebration is taking us.”

“Music to my ears.” Eligo stepped forwards to reach for Lesraniza. He easily pulled her up and close and Ekaym followed their movements.

His heart was already beating too hard and fast and heat rose to his cheeks. 

No way back now.

Ekaym put his hands on her hips, drawing her close, and pushing his groin against her behind. Eligos didn’t waste more time but pressed his lips against Lesraniza’s throat, following a path down to her collarbones.

He felt goosebumps on her skin and a soft moan escaped her lips. He’d heard that sound before and it never failed to arouse him. Ekaym felt his cock push against his now too tight trousers. 

Damn.

A wave of black hair tickled his skin as Ekaym bared Lesraniza shoulders. Her skin seemed soft and inviting beneath his mouth and he carefully slipped the dress from her shoulders. 

“Please.” Her words echoed through the silent room and Eligos helped pull down the rest of the fabric. Both men stayed clothed, while Lesraniza shivered beneath their attention, clearly enjoying being positioned between them.

Eligos’ green eyes appeared dark as he soaked in her nakedness. “Hm. Delightful.” He touched her lips and chin, trailing lower with every second, as if trying to feel every inch of Lesraniza. He circled her breasts, making sure to tease her a bit, before closing his mouth around her already erect nipples. 

Lesraniza moaned. Louder this time. Ekaym steadied her wavering body with his strength, caressing her hips. “Shhht, it’s alright. Let yourself enjoy this.” His words betrayed his own nervousness, but seeing her so exposed and eager drowned out any doubt. 

Eligos appeared more sure of his movements, as he got on his knees. Ekaym put a trail of featherlight kisses on her shoulders and neck and graced her skin with his teeth, while Eligos pushed Lesraniza’s legs further apart, exposing even more parts of her body to the air. 

He continued kissing her stomach and mound then.

“I ... “ Lesraniza's whole body shivered. Ekaym put his arms around her and pushed her hair over her shoulder to kiss her exposed back. 

“I’ve dreamt of this.” Eligos whispered against Lesraniza’s thighs and pushed his tongue between her wet folds. He didn’t use his hands, just sucked and nibbled and kissed her most sensitive parts. 

Lesraniza grabbed Eligos’ hair and pushed her hips even harder against Ekaym. Her bare ass rubbed against his clothed cock, creating delicious friction. She had to knew. Awful tease. With his free hand, he opened his trousers and let them fall to the floor. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. 

Wetness already pooled around the tip and he grabbed himself to spread it further along his cock. 

“Come for us.” Ekaym closed a hand around her neck, careful not to put too much pressure on her, and leaned forwards, forcing her to feel his cock hard against her backside.

Lesraniza turned sideways and put her small hand around Ekaym. For a second, he seemed surprised but enjoyed her fingers too much to endulge his thougts. Her movements felt sloppy and lacked a certain coordination, but with Eligos pushing her closer to the edge, Ekaym didn’t mind.

Her orgasm came in waves, forcing her whole self to tremble. 

She almost screamed. Ekaym put his hand on her mouth to dampen her moans, holding her in a strong embrace, while she rocked against him.  Poor servants didn’t need to hear them. 

Eligos didn’t mind her almost riding his face, rubbing herself against his mouth and chin as if she’d lost control of herself. 

Lesraniza licked his palm and Ekaym felt her smile against his hand. 

Faster than anticipated, she crawled onto bed, pulling both men with her. Eligos wiped his face clean quickly, before resting his back against the wall. 

Lesraniza followed his thoughts, opened his trousers and put his hands around his cock, carefully gliding her fingers up and down. She leaned forward to take Eligos into her mouth, tongue playing with the tip, following the veins on his shaft. 

The sight of her head bobbing up and down made Ekaym too aware of his own needy erection. 

The wizard moaned and tried to find some support with the bedding and failed. 

Her raised hips were an invitation that Ekaym followed all too eagerly. She was so wet and ready, her ashen cheeks flushed. He saw her full breasts rubbing against the sheets and her lips closed around Eligos’ cock. 

Ekaym balanced himself on the bed, grabbing her hips to steady his movements. He entered her with a forceful thrust, sending them all off balance. Not that one dared to complain. Heat and tightness guided his motions as he pulled out, only to trust harder the second time. Lesraniza pushed her body against his cock, while keeping Eligos’ between her lips. 

Damn. Damn. Damn.

It felt too good, too perfect. He’d never experienced wanting someone like this, feeling her move around him. 

With his hands on her hips, Ekaym dictated a fast rhythm. He didn’t want to last for long. He just wanted to come, to mark her. A desperate need engulfed him, accompanied by the sound of flesh slapping against each other.

Eligos finished before him. 

Ekaym saw traces of white dripping from Lesraniza’s mouth and followed with a low moan. The sight had been too much. He kept her hips closed against him, buried deep inside her. His body rocked forwards and he hoped that he didn’t bruise her skin with his tight grip.

Ekaym collapsed against Lesraniza, searching for a way to calm his breathing. For a minute, stars danced in his eyes and he wondered, if Eligos had somehow spiced their wine with something more than just alcohol. 

“Well, that was a first.” Eligos’ smiled and rolled around to grab some water. 

Thankfully, his words broke the strange tension between them.

“Hm.” He let go of Lesraniza and settled down on a blanket. She followed suit, stretching herself between the two of them and putting her head on his chest. 

Ekaym caressed Lesraniza’s hair and longed for a long, hot bath (preferable with her also in the same tube). Some of his muscles protested against being used so much and now offered a healthy dose of pain. Probably a sign that even as a merchant he should train a bit more. 

He felt drowsy but satisfied and surprisingly a bit shy about the whole encounter. But with Lesraniza resting on his chest doubts seemed far away. 

“Can we …” Lesraniza bit her lip. “Do this again.” Ekaym blushed and looked to Eligos, who just nodded and laughed, his golden earring sparkling in the dim light.

“Of course.” Ekaym answered, before overthinking his answer and a shared future. “As often as you like, my dear. 

[warlock-enthusiast]

What are the chances that we'd end up dancing?

EYYY IT’S @feylen‘s birthday!!!!! :D :D time for some birthday ficlets!

This one about:

Arcelm &&& Veldarin

Veldarin fastened the bindings on his mask. Inlaid with silver and intricate designs, it would be one of the most expensive pieces on display tonight. Normally he’d stick to something less fancy, but with his friends back in Ebrus, his duty seemed to make this night unforgettable. And it showed in his general appearance, lots of heavy clothing and more silver and his hair up in an elaborate style.

He watched the crowd. Alces, somehow sullen, at the side of his father and mother, clearly missing his sister and scratching his neck, because he still felt out of place here. Jaro would be somewhere close, showing off his new set of armor, complete with a shield bearing the King’s sigil. And with him, Kethra couldn’t be to far off, either. Probably standing beside the pillar that Dawn had chosen for her own hiding place, while Felicitas showed a vast interest in the performing bards.

Every ambassador seemed dressed in their native countries fashions and nobility side by side with powerful merchants. How many deals would be closed tonight? How many marriage arrangements? Veldarin laughed about the attention their resident Orc Chieftain gained with his bare, oily chest and how men and women flocked to him, competing for his attention.

Veldarin searched for Arcelm. 

After arriving together, he’d been eager to greet his family, and the deep red hair of his mother finally gave his position away. She wore a dress made of thin silk, embroidered with flames and leaves and her husband presented a rather gloomy contrast at her side. Sadly their older son was far away, fighting his own battles, but Arcelm talked to them, all hands and eager smiles. With his fine garments, he appeared like a true son of Ebrus and Theveste, a half-mask hid his blushing cheeks.

“May I have this dance?” Veldarin bowed and saw Arcelm’s mother smile out of the corners of his eyes.

“Yes!” He took his hand, rather eager to get away from his parents. With half of Ebrus’ nobility already occupying the room, they’d to move close to each other. Not that Veldarin complained about feeling warmth crep upon his skin.

He put a hand on Arcelm’s waist. “Just follow the music.” Tonight, the King decided on a rather impressive display of bards. All of them attuned to their instruments and playing a slow dance tune at the moment, which would switch to something faster soon. He tried to remember, if he’d heard it before, but couldn’t find an answer.

Instead he led Arcelm right into the thick of the dancing.

Veldarin spun him around, put some distance between them, pulled him back close. Both of them were used to dancing, Veldarin as a former part of the Court, Arcelm in his position as the son of his father and with a bard as his mother. They found a rhythm among them, slow, steady, accompanying their heartbeats.

Time seemed to slow, voices and music fading. Veldarin found his throat dry and raspy. A Drow wasn’t supposed to feel anything like this. Love, a fierce urge to protect him against all odds, loyalty, companionship. Forming attachments spoke against every rule and was punished hardly. He’d never regret leaving the dark stones of his birthplace or selling his service to a Queen of the Fey. 

It’d granted him a chance at feeling truly alive.

And Arcelm had brought back light to that life.

He put his head against Veldarin’s chest, making him smile. “I don’t think that this is the way to end this dance.” “But it is.” A cheeky smile flashed upon Arcelm’s lips. He raised his head and Veldarin took the invitation and kissed him, probably creating a scandal or two, if someone took offense with their relationship.

Veldarin held Arcelm close against his chest. “Then it is.”