[no picture this time because trainer’s a bitch and I cannot fit all eleven into a picture]
Esredes had never really touched a garden in his life. He was nobody with a green thumb or anything of the nature. But over all the years, he had practically become a gardener of people. Sprinkling the fertilizer and tipping the watering can on people using encouraging words and far too much patience, and watching the result grow into a beautiful, stronger plant.
Most of the time, anyhow.
Or perhaps the more accurate comparison is he was like a repairman. A mender. A mender who could notice all the broken things around him, pick them up, and fix them, slowly but surely.
It was in his nature. When something broken came to his presence, how could one leave it to keep being broken without trying to fix it first? It was productive, it was positive, it was salvaging the world’s resources. And god, he was never one to let an obvious problem in his face go unnoticed.
There were a lot of those obvious problems to notice. A sixteen year old adventuring alone and offering to protect him, the adult with a sword he had forgotten to clean the blood off of. An angry Au Ra punching a tree in the middle of nowhere, screaming. Speaking of angry in the middle of nowhere and likely to be picked off, the same could be said for an emotional Elezen man once. A Duskwight traumatized by his past who hated himself. An ex-loyalist trapped in a box and starved. A boy whose parents disowned him. Another who was being attacked, and yet another whose uncle slapped him across the face...
So much weakness. So much anguish. So much suffering, mentally and physically. How had it taken so long for anyone to extend a hand? To really pay attention if only for a moment? Surely he couldn’t have been the first to notice? The first to say it?
“You’re not disposable.” He said to Clover, that poor orphan who thought she only existed to die for others. “You’re only putting the burden on the people who care about you by not looking after yourself. Stop saying you’re fine. I can see right through you.”
“You can learn how to control yourself,” he said to Dione, the delusional Au Ra girl who didn’t understand her own mind. “You were just born with a particularly potent fire side. All you need to do is remember the ripple of the water, the calm after a moment of anger.”
“You deserve better than him or death,” he said, rather angrily, to Vlamont, as he cried over Esredes’ brother leaving him behind. “This wasn’t your fault. Don’t define your worth on a person who can’t love anyone.”
“You’re worth it,” he had said to Caudecus, as he positively nudged the man any chance he got. “I appreciate having you around and what you do for me and my people. You’re quite the talented caster, too.”
“You’re nothing to be put down.” A firm tone to Eyleth. “And absolutely not better off dead. You are more than what people expected of you, all right? You’re lovely, and that isn’t going to change.”
“Covering up the pain you feel will only hurt you more in the long run,” he said, sitting down with Cynric in the aftermath of his uncle’s mark. “What he did to you was terrible. You deserve better. You’re a good kid, all right?”
It hadn’t even been difficult to tell them what needed to be said. No, in contrast, it poured out without hesitation, all the passion flowing freely into them. And yet, their eyes all seemed to light up as if no one had ever told them that. As if they had been given a new revelation.
That convinced him, time and time again, that it was far from pointless to care. A little bit of effort goes a long way. In its highest reaches, human love could reform the soul, letting it be born anew...
To see them finally be able to pick themselves up, bit by bit, to see that effort pay off as their eyes began to positively shine... Well, that made everything worth it.
One more; You remember Luken, right? Pastel goth semi-humanoid firefly boi. Bit snarky and/or a grump. Likes Buzzfeed Unsolved (so paranormal stuff) and cats
Now I don't know how well Theodore would handle a semi-humanoid firefly because nothing like that exists in his story but if he can handle it I think they'd get along. Theodore just goes back and forth between sass and dry humor so I think their conversations would be fun. He is also easily swayed by his fear so if Luken can successfully get him to watch paranormal stuff then I think he can get him hooked. Not to mention Theodore loves to complain about people so Luken being a grump might actually be appealing to him.
National food idea illustrations for Light Effects. The knights are strictly taught about their national culture including their national food and how to correctly prepare it from scratch.
- Using the ability to ages things past its expiration date, Raynor is the one who helps everyone brew their alcohols. He’s very happy to be involved in everyone’s dish.
- All of ingredients Lennard used are stolen so you might want to bailed as fast as possible after you finish the food. The cops are coming.
- Arland will make the food more spicy than it’s supposed to be. If you finish it without drinking water, you will earn his respect.
- While Luken love tasteless food, he’s still being taught to cook his national food correctly but he hate cooking it and definitely will not eat it.
- The fish in Heriot’s dish offer itself to be eaten, it jump out of the sea and landed right on the cutting board when Heriot declared that he’s going to cook.
Some final drafts of secondary characters from my original series.
Luken Lightbringer is a combat architect, he like to play and listen to emotionless music unemotionally. He love bland, tasteless food and sees any form of emotion in art as unnecessary addition but is usually polite about his preference.
Luken can animated statues by amputating their head, the statue will return to their static state once their head returned to their body. This results in Luken usually being surrounded by bloodied statues with hands on their hands on their head like they are losing their mind around him.
Heriot Marycoast is an armament alchemist, he believes in having to prove oneself to be accepted into the world although his situation 100% contradicts that. He probably just wants deluded himself that if he just work hard enough, his problem will go away.
Heriot can control the sea but due to that ability, he naturally pull ocean toward him. He cannot stay in one place too long or the tsunami will drown him and his surroundings. The tsunami will travel faster whenever he’s in rage, this also render his presence problematic for Seafaring.
Here are comparison between the first draft and the current draft of both characters.
Light Effects NSFW short story about Eisele’s attempt to make Luken lactate. I originally wrote this to practice characterizing Luken and Eisele, but it rolls down the hill. 💀
Minors please keep out.
cw: sexual content, submission as sexual practice, breastfeeding, male lactation, anal sex
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Crossing her arm, Eisele look at her significant other in disbelief. She knows that Luken is speaking like he’s not from this world because that’s exactly what he is but still ……..
It began normal, Eisele is looking after her blacksmith shop and Luken is helping her around the store as usual. A couple of married knights come in to get their equipments polished for the upcoming ceremony at the castle. What different is that today Ms. Knight carry a baby with her to the store while Mr. Knight carry all the equipments.
Ms. Knight: “I’m so sorry Eisele, I couldn’t carry all the equipment here myself and I can’t quite left this little one alone. I’ll make sure he won’t disturb your work”
Eisele: “Don’t worry about it, you walking around in full armor right after a labor is already a feat”
Said Eisele as she start working on the equipments.
Ms. Knight: “Well my abs are not just for show”
Mr. Knight: “She broke country record in fastest labor. I see our child being shot out of her so fast the baby head bum the doctor, and that doctor passed out”
Eisele almost choked on her coffee, Mr. Knight though continued to speak with tear of pride.
Mr. Knight: “My wife ….. so strong ….. a true warrior”
Ms. Knight: “DONT SAY IT LIKE THAT-“
As the two knights exchanged praise and bicker, Eisele can hear Luken giggle from across the room.
Ms. Knight: “That’s because you cheer me on way too hard during my labor! What kind of person brought cardboard cut outs of himself into the hospital for full formation cheerleading dance?! How does that even work????”
Suddenly the baby start crying and Ms. Knight cradle him. Mr. Knight nervously pull a baby bottle out of his wife’s bag and start feeding the baby.
The sights look heartwarming until Eisele notices that the liquid in the bottle is clear.
Eisele: “Wait, what are you feeding-“
Mr. Knight: “Water of course”
Eisele: “Your child need nutrition”
Ms. Knight: “There are plenty of minerals in the water!”
Ms. Knight spoke so cheerfully that Eisele feels like fainting, starting out normal? What even is a standard for normal in this town.
Eisele: “You are not wrong ….. but you can’t find protein in the form of mineral”
Ms. Knight expression turned guilty.
Ms. Knight: “I know ….. Still it’s not like I can breastfeed him”
That’s right, a while ago Ms. Knight was injured on her chest on her duty. It took couple of days for her to reach the medics and her wound was infected. The doctor had to remove both of her breasts to prevent the bacteria from spreading.
It’s unfortunate but perhaps Eisele should still remind them that other kind of milk exists.
Luken: “Why doesn’t your husband breastfeed the child?”
Luken spoke innocently, he smile gently as he approached them. Everyone went quiet though, even the baby stop crying.
Mr. Knight: “I ….. can ….?”
Ms. Knight: “No you can’t! ……. Can you?”
Luken: “Of course he can if you take a good care of him, you can even put in his milk in a tiny bottle to show people what a good wife you are!”
The store is engulfed in silence once again. Forget about Luken sounding like someone from other world, he doesn’t even sound like human at this moment.
Mr. Knight: “Wait, we did take a good care of our child, what if our child breastfeed himsel-“
Eisele: “STOP RIGHT THERE, DO NOT FINISH THAT SENTENCE”
Eisele then quickly told Luken to go get milk at her house and the couple excitedly feeding their child with cow milk.
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After the day is over, Eisele close her store. It’s already dark outside. Too dark for Luken to return to his place alone deep in the forest.
Well actually no, Luken can definitely make it home and no one is stupid enough to attack a full armored combat architect with 3 blades and a firearm who is also rumored to steal sanity wherever he goes. But she knows her man likes to be treat with delicacy although he can probably tanks an entire army of professional knights. Luken just smile knowingly and goes home with her.
There they cook a simple dinner, plain bread and unseasoned chicken breast. The more tasteless it is the more Luken likes it, Eisele on the other hand is about to pour an entire bottle of hot sauce on her chicken and ordered two more to be delivered tomorrow. Like a mind reader, Luken hands her a new bottle of hot sauce. Probably noticed her almost running out of it last time he’s here and brought it for her in advance.
Luken: “I appreciate your consideration but you don’t have to always made food that suit my taste”
Eisele: “Nah, it’s easier to add spice than to remove it”
She playfully kiss Luken on his lips which make Luken start coughing due to the effects of the hot sauce. The heat got to his cheeks first followed by his ears. Eisele couldn’t help but laugh out loud as Luken hurriedly drinking his glass of milk.
Eisele: “This isn’t even a half of what you’ll have to taste if you let me cook what I want”
Luken: “Point taken-“
Luken seasons his milk with tab water, a question dangles in Eisele’s mind.
Eisele: “Luken, can you lactate?”
Luken: “Yes, I can”
Eisele choked on her juice. She coughed and accidentally hit the table, causing a glass of cold milk to tip over and spill on to Luken’s crotch. He yelp, shivered from the cold liquid seeping through his clothes, soaking his private area.
Eisele rush over with a napkin but the sight of Luken crotch soaked with a white liquid reminds her of something else and she decided against it cleaning it.
Luken: “Ms. Eisele …..?”
Luken flustered as he can feel Eisele leering on him, he would call her out but a while ago he had already offered himself to her. Letting her spread him on her bed like a meat on a sliver plate.
Eisele: “You said you could lactate right? Let test it out”
Luken cocked his head confusingly but play along without a protest. The blacksmith sit on his laps and start nibbling his neck, the architect throw his head back a little to give her more room to devour him.
He let out a hum as he start to undo his corset and chest plate, he would let the metal pieces simply fall down on the floor but it would be disrespectful to his woman who is a blacksmith. Eisele peels the loosened corset and the unlocked chest plate from Luken’s body.
She placed it on the floor then lift his outer tunic up and Luken obediently let the fabric slip out of him. The cold milk still dripping on Luken’s thighs. Eisele kiss his cheek and enjoy the sight of Luken lifting his white inner tunic up to start undoing his pants.
After his pants and boots are thrown to the side, Eisele undo the belt that hold his inner tunic in place and throw the white garment onto the ground next to his breastplate. Luken is now in his undergarments consisting of light pink tank top, a pair of boxers and socks.
The thin fabric of his boxers cling to his private part due to the cold liquid showing his member in a half harden state. The architect look at Eisele longingly, waiting for her to put on her special show.
Eisele: “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to dodge anymore of Raynor’s questions”
Luken: “Please …..”
Luken plea as he place Eisele’s hand on his abs while lightly grinds his hip on her in an attempt to seduce the blacksmith.
Arouse, she whipped her hair back and with sheer muscle strength, tear her own top apart. Her biceps flex with strength and the torn fabric reveals her gorgeous shoulders. Luken watch her in awe and admiration. Luken personally prefer Eisele’s firm muscles over her breasts and so enjoy exploring her arms, thighs and stomach more. Every strain of it tells a story of perseverance, how she carry heavy smithing material, hunting and mining for it, how she continued her hard work until she perfected her craft.
Luken: “You are beautiful”
Luken is a little disappointed in himself that this is all he could mutter but Eisele shut him up with her mouth before he could weave anymore praise. They then decided to moved to the bedroom, once they are there. Eisele took off her pants and start casting a transformation spell, Luken watch with intrigue as she conjure a set of member of her own.
Back when they first dated, Luken refused to be the penetrating one because he was taught against tainting woman before their marriage to avoid the risk of pregnancy. Eisele reasons with him that she doesn’t mind and so they tried it the traditional way. Unfortunately neither of them are satisfied so they ended up the way Luken originally requested regardless. A practice that they still continue to do this day.
Eisele grab a bottle of lubricant, she removed Luken underwears and spread his legs apart. She lean in a give his entrance a quick kiss which making Luken an aroused mess. He shivered as a cold drop of lubricants dripped down his hole while his women massage him, rubbing the lube inside him, making sure he’s wet and comfortable.
She push his tank top up, revealing his own abs and firm chest. She looking at him like he’s a piece of expensive steak. The room is dark but the light behind his head lit the room softly with pastel blue and pink, it reminded Eisele of the first light at dawn. Eisele start nibbling Luken’s nipples, he yelp a little as this is the first time she does this. The architect looks at her with confusion and curiosity.
Eisele: “I’m trying to taste your milk”
Eisele spoke awkwardly, Luken laugh softly like a morning song bird.
Luken: “You have to feed me with carb and protein and you have to bedded me consistently first”
Eisele blink, taking in the process. Her finger still remains inside him.
Eisele: “Okay, so what is a consistent bedding?”
Luken: “Well you have to bedded me at the consistent time every day, each time for 30 minutes and after a week I’ll start producing milk”
Eisele blink again, seemingly fascinated.
Luken: “You ….. don’t know that ….?”
Eisele: “No Luken. From what I know, men are incapable of producing milk”
Now it’s Luken’s turn to be surprised.
Eisele: “If men lactated, it usually means they are suffering from fatal disorder”
Eisele pull her fingers out.
Eisele: “If it’s okay, I wanted you to get some medical check up. Then may be we can start to set up the routine, I am interested in keeping your milk in a tiny bottle for show if you will allow it”
Luken: “You can do anything to me, I’m already your”
With that response, Eisele pressed her tip inside Luken’s delicate hole. Gently entering him.
As usual, it’s a perfect fit. Luken’s thigh tremble from the sensation. His legs spread on the bed, a lewd and undignified position to be in. It’s hard to believe that a prince of knight as modest and collected as Luken would let anyone do this to him. Eisele is the only one in the world that is allowed to have this privilege.
Once she feels that her man had relaxed, she starts moving. Luken’s member bounce in rhythm with Eisele’s thrust. Luken let out a low moan as the pleasure buildup inside him where Eisele’s penis is rubbing, smearing her semen on his delicate wall. His prostrate started to fill up from the stimulation as his penis cutely leaking clear liquid.
He held on to the bedsheet, struggling to keep himself under control and not spilling his seed. He’s pink to his ears, the sight is absolutely delicious to Eisele and her penis grow even harder feeling Luken’s tight and satisfying flesh.
Luken: “M-Ms. Eisele, I can’t take it anymore ……”
Luken’s entire body is trembling, ready for released.
Eisele: “Let it out, Luken. Let me see you come apart ….”
The black smith pick up her pace, every single thrust dedicated to Luken’s precious prostate. The sensation peak and Luken’s penis start cumming uncontrollably. He couldn’t stop, the moment he feels like he’s about to be empty, his prostrate filled up again and his penis spray his cum uncontrollably every time he feels Eisele slide her penis into him.
Eisele: “Damn, there’s ….. no way I can …… get enough of you”
Eisele watch as Luken bouncy penis makes a mess out of their bed and himself, cuming all over the place. She reach down to massage his asscheeks as she enjoy milking every drop out of him.
It’s not long before Eisele’s penis also empty herself into Luken, the spell broke and her temporarily penis is gone. As she catch her breath, she gives Luken a peck on his forehead before letting him recover. Before she knew it, Luken dozed off. Tomorrow, she will have Lennard do a check up on him.
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Lennard: “That would be brain tumor”
Eisele: “What-“
Lennard: “Yeah, the most common cause for lactation in men is brain tumors making his prolactin glands malfunction. If that’s not the case, then it’s likely he’s being staved continuously for years”
Eisele’s heart drop to her stomach, could Luken be suffering from one of these conditions? She held his hand tight.
Lennard: “Anyway, I’ve checked brother Luken. He doesn’t suffer from starvation or brain tumor; however, he does possess a body that can naturally lactate if stimulated correctly. Perhaps humans from each worlds have different anatomy”
Eisele sigh in relief, if anything happens to Luken she wouldn’t know what to do.
Raynor: “Huh, that would explain why Heriot mentioned having to lay egg”
Raynor chimes in while fixing Eisele’s torn shirt.
Eisele: “He what- why did he mention that- what in the world were you two talking about??”
Lennard: “Spill it, Raynor. We need context”
Arland: “That sounds like a breach of privacy ….”
Luken: “Yeah, I think we should not dive in any deeper for the sake of Heriot’s dignity”
Contrast to his bold appearance, Heriot is quite shy and is not very talkative. Perhaps they should not provoke him, he is already trying hard to keep it together or catastrophic events might wash over their land.
Lennard lean back in defeat.
Lennard: “But seriously, why do you people keep coming to me for these kind of stuffs? Last I check the hospitals and clinics are still operating”
Eisele and Luken look at each other, unsure of what to say. Arland decided to answer the question for them.
Arland: “Well your license is not valid in this world so your check up and consultation is free”
Lennard: “Is that what everybody think of me?!”
As Lennard complained about his unfair free labor, Eisele speak her curiosity.
Eisele: “Now thinking about it, does your body also do …… things that may not be normal for this world standard?”
Lennard ponder intriguingly, Luken is as curious if not more than Eisele. Arland got a little red thinking about the possibility while Raynor just wonder if Heriot’s eggs are edible. Unfortunately they couldn’t come up with anything, at least not at the moment.
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Luken and Eisele start their schedule, both agreed that 20:00 is the best time. It is a little hard at first for Eisele because she would love to enjoy Luken for more than 30 minutes each session but on the bright side, she now has access to his private part everyday. They managed to keep their schedule going until the 4th day where Eisele has to close her store a little later than usual and Luken have to help out at the sanctuary.
At 20:25 Eisele hurriedly closed her store and Luken barged in, she tried to urge him to wait until they get home but for the first time. Luken is being impatient.
Luken: “No …. No, I-I can’t wait”
He spoke with desperation.
Luken: “Please ….. please take me, here, now”
Luken plea, subconciously lifting the front of his tunic up a little. His face is all red as he pants vulnerably. And that is all Eisele needs for her control to break as well. She kneel in front of him, she lifted his tunic up and started undoing his pants. He is hard, his thighs are slightly trembling and he had already made a leaky mess out of his undergarments.
Eisele had her man bend over the counter with his back facing her. She pulled his undergarments down, the fluid from his penis dripping between his thighs and forms a string between Luken’s private area and his undergarments. Eisele is a little worried at first because she doesn’t keep lubricants at her store but it appears that Luken’s leakage had already soaked his entrance.
Eisele open her pants, just enough for her to be able to conjure her penis. Once her tip touches Luken’s entrance, she can feel his hole kissing her. Trying to sucked her in and before she knows it her tip is already inside.
Eisele: “I’ve never see you this aroused before”
Luken: “It’s difficult to not get hard when I’m usually ready to cum around this time everyday ……”
Luken feels Eisele get harder and bigger at his words.
Luken: “…. Even when singing choir …. I couldn’t help but ….. think about what kind of lewd things you’ll do to me”
Eisele: “Now that’s degenerate even for you, thinking about cumming in midst of your holy duty”
She push her penis deeper inside him, and start rocking him back and forth. Luken let out a relief sound as his desperation creased.
Eisele: “Are all people from your world this lewd? You mentioned this being a common practice”
Luken: “It’s- ah-a domestication process ….. the spouse will ….. tame their male lover to stop him from sleeping around ….. like a wild animal-ah”
Eisele: “Your culture is one hell of a kink ……”
Luken being a playboy is something she couldn’t imagine but then again, she doesn’t know what he was like before arriving here.
The 30 minutes alarm went off and Luken’s cum none stop all over the counter. His knee gives out and he collapsed to the floor. This time Luken can’t even walk properly due to his refractory period and Eisele has to give him a piggy back ride on their walk home. While Eisele had pull Luken’s pants back up, she took off his sticky underwear and told him that it’s too dirty for him to wear. She hold it in one of her hand as she carries him, the ruined undergarments is expose to the whole world to see if you look hard enough.
Luken: “Ms. Eisele ….. my underwears …… put away …..”
Luken spoke, barely coherent, thighs still trembling.
Eisele: “It’s already late, no one’s going to see it”
Eisele lied, she wants people to see how wet and horny she made her collected and reserved man become. Even in his refractory period, she wants to continue to ravish him and the only thing stopping her is that she doesn’t want to hurt this cotton candy man.
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On the 8th day, Luken invited Eisele to his place.
Lennard was asked to help out at the hospital, he drag Arland with him because sealing magic is a good substitute for anesthesia and Raynor followed them likely because he witnessed something concerning in the future. All of them will be back tomorrow evening. Heriot left to lure the tsunami away from this town again due to nearby earthquakes. No one knows where he went, he simply tells them that he’ll be back in the next two days. This leaves Luken alone in his house.
Luken is waiting on his bed. Once he hear the door open, Luken jolted up from the cover like a puppy waiting for his owner, he’s already in his cotton candy color undergarments that Eisele assumed are already ruined judging from his anticipation.
This time she doesn’t even took Luken’s underwear off, she simply slide her penis in through the thighs hole. Planning to soak his undergarments with his and her cum.
The sensation of her penis being clumsily suck by his wall send her over the edge as she rocks him back and forth. A warrior prince obedient and vulnerable in her palm. His private part leaky and exposed as his delicate precious area is being (consensually) violated, it’s adorable she could eat him whole.
She switched him around, fuck him on his side, have him lay on his stomach then back to lying on his back. Her penis twitch in bliss, it feels amazing.
Luken: “Ms. Eisele ….. it’s here ….”
Luken squeeze one of his nipples, prompting Eisele to lean in to start nibbling and sucking it. She can taste a couple drops of milk from him but it’s not enough so she tried massaging his firm breast and more came out.
She continued to humph her penis deep inside him as he breastfeed her. It’s almost as if the closer he is to cumming, the sweeter his milk becomes.
Luken: “….. Eisele”
Eisele got a chill down her spine, this is the first time he ever call her simply by her name.
Eisele: “Luken”
She called his name in reply.
Luken: “Eisele …. Eisele …..Eisele!”
Before she know, the clock strike once again and Luken’s rock hard penis spray his cum all over his underwears as his love continues to milk him up and down until he fall unconscious.
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Morning comes with a soft light, the sky is painted with pastel color just like Luken’s gentle light. Eisele got up to find that she is alone on the bed. But she can smell a delicious cooked egg, she walk downstairs to find Luken cooking breakfast.
Luken: “Good morning Ms. Eisele”
Eisele frowned a little with disappointment.
Eisele: “I thought you’ll finally just call me Eisele”
He laugh and whispered into her ear.
Luken: “You know what to do if you want to hear it again”
