#illithidprone

[baldurmade]

@illithidprone sent ❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜ (to Orin from Mizora ;))) )

A gleeful amused giggle erupts from Orin's lips as she stares at the she-devil, head tilting to look at her with utter amusement and perhaps, something else. A lust. Whether it is for Mizora herself or her blood spilled all over her remains to be seen.

Likely both.

Oh how beautiful the devil before her would look covered in blood, both hers and perhaps Orin will grant her the pleasure of spilling her blood as well.

"You are welcome to try to bring me to my knees, darling." She moves closer to her, pressing her body against Mizora's with no hesitation, chest against chest, leaning her head in to purr in Mizora's ear while fingers trail over her arm, nails digging into the flesh of her arm harshly but not enough to break skin just yet.

"Perhaps I will allow you this small pleasure but you must do one thing for me first, hm?" She purrs, teeth nipping at the flesh of Mizora's neck. "Allow me to spill and taste your blood first."

[wolfkcst]

It's always a painful experience - to feel ones bones crack and move into a shape of another. The spine arching, the sounds of flesh stretching and clothes tearing - thank the gods they weren't wearing their armor - and the many hairs sprouting along the otherwise hairless skin aside from a few. There stands the mighty beast, standing at their full height with tail swaying low as their silver gaze locked with the man who had mentioned wanting to study werewolves. They could provide as much, having enough control of their body to attack. Despite how painful it may, they know this curse could also be some sort of gift. If you count out the many murderers one would commit if not had a human mind. They were not as tall as they were, but they lowered themselves a little closer to his level - hands placed on the ground to conceal their claws. Eivor watched in cautious curiousity as they allowed the elf druid to approach. ❝... You are lucky you are able to get a more... Tame werewolf, ja?❞ They lightly joke with the snap of their maw - albeit off pitch with their usual tone. awoo sc. || @illithidprone -Halsin

[baldurmade]

@illithidprone sent draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls. (for Karlach, from Gwylyss he's not a great artist im sorry karlach)

"Are you sure you don't want me to pose naked?" Karlach teases the man currently trying to draw her. She's laying down in a somewhat seductive pose, waiting on Gwylyss to tell her if she can get up or not.

She wonders what the drawing is looking like right now. She tries not to move a muscle but that is rather difficult, still she tries her best to be as still as a statue despite how much she moves around.

Is Gwylyss certain he has the right woman for the job?

"Can I take a peek?"

[baldurmade]

@illithidprone sent "you're the prettiest thing i've ever seen." (for Astarion from Gale!)

"Oh?" Consider him surprised but pleasantly so. He practically preens at the compliment sent his way. "Well, of course I am, darling." An compliment such as this from Gale himself? Unexpected but quite enjoyable.

"Though, I do have to wonder.....are you by chance flirting with me?" Astarion takes a couple of steps forward until he is in the taller mans space, hand pressing against his chest in an attempt to test the waters. "Not that it is unwelcome. You are quite beautiful yourself."

[baldurmade]

@illithidprone sent send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat (for Orin from Mizora hehe)

With the hand around her throat, Orin simply tilts her head back to push her neck further against Mizora's hand. There is a gleeful look upon her features, lips curling in a teasing grin. Her white pupilless eyes may not do much to show how gleeful she is but the giggle that comes next sure does.

"You can do better than that, my darling she-devil. Squeeze. Choke me. I want to see what you are made of. Won't you grant me that pleasure? I am at your mercy and I expect none at all."

[baldurmade]

@illithidprone sent ❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜ (to Karlach, from Gale!)

"Then let's not think. We could crack some skulls." Wait. That's her thing. She highly doubts Gale wants to go around picking a fight with enemies for the hell of it. Right. Better to find some other sort of suggestion.

"Or you can show me some cool magic, yeah? It seems pretty effortless when you use magic." Does that involve thinking? She's not so sure seeing as she knows nothing about magic but still, if that's what he wants, she's content to watch him do his thing.

[baldurmade]

@illithidprone sent 🎲(Halsin is demanding a Kiss from Astarion k thanks <3)

Hunger gnaws at him like a wild beast, untamed and unleashed. One hunger has been sated but the other has not. A far deeper hunger that spreads throughout his body and makes him feel alive. His undead heart leaps in his chest as he stares at Halsin.

It is a hunger and temptation he can not deny. Even when he tries to fight it given the blood on his lips, chin, and tongue. It is far too great of a hunger to deny and Astarion has never been very good at controlling his impulses.

In the span of a few more moments, Astarion finds himself settled upon Halsin's lap, throwing each leg over the others thighs to sit comfortably on his lap. Halsin is much taller and much bigger than him and Astarion finds he likes the way he fits perfectly in his lap.

There is no room to question what Astarion is doing when within the next few seconds, his lips are pressed to Halsin's, tongue pushing its way into his mouth. He's aware he may be pushed off, he's aware this may not be enjoyable considering he's the vampire, not Halsin.

But even with fangs on display and blood all over him, Halsin had been looking at him as if he was the most beautiful thing in the world, how can he deny his impulse to kiss him until they're both breatless?

Really, it's Halsin's fault for looking at him like he's perfect despite the monstrous display before him moments before.

43. bloody kiss

[baldurmade]

@illithidprone sent ❛ you gonna be a good boy for me? ❜ (to Astarion from Halsin!)

Astarion must admit, he is rather surprised by Halsin's rather bold words. Surprised and amused and it shows within red eyes in the way they widen and then in the way his lips curl into a mischievous grin, giving Halsin a good glimpse of sharp fangs.

As surprised as he had been, it is not unwelcome. Oh, he thinks he likes this surprising side of a man who seems otherwise very quiet to Astarion. Perhaps he's always been this way and Astarion had just been too caught up in everything else to notice.

"I suppose that depends on you, darling." The last word is uttered in a near purr, seductive in nature. "Do I happen to get a reward if I'm a good boy?"