#maledictus maleficus

[lunarscaled-08152025]

"Two vengeful bitches who should not be talking to each other."

[titlacahuans]

@maledictus-maleficus

“ The multiple failed assassination attempts against me have helped build both character and self esteem. ” [ Arturia to Merlin. Is she being sarcastic? God only knows. ]

Unhinged comedic relief.

"Have they."

The question seems rhetoric and less than enthusiastic, her focus on the end of her staff instead, wiping off blood with a wet rag and the patience of who'd done the same countless times before.

"I suggest you get used to them. Sleep with Caliburn under your blankets and a knife under your pillow if you must. Such is the way of the noble knight and his broad, exposed back. Trust no one, not soldiers, not knight, not mages, not yourself. Remember that, yes? I would earn quite the scold if you end up dead."

[zorkaya-moved]

maledictus-maleficus

winter vc counter argument. a real top knows when to let a lovely lady take control.

"So you are just letting me take control, Ayden...? I thought you liked it when I was on top..." She knows what he meant, but she also is in a playful mood.

[chovendopalavras]

Outra coisa além de ti no meu lembrar

Quero coisa alguma tua no ar

Então por que as tuas nuances

Em repassados relances me ferem?

Eu tive o gosto da tua boca a pouco. Senti o toque da tua pele no meu corpo. Mas penso, só posso estar louco. Ardendo depois de todo o sufoco para te esquecer. O quão amargo a vida poderia ser, foi comigo por conta de você.

Mas agora as lembranças me zombam como crianças gritando pela madrugada silenciosa. A minha tristeza é de uma rosa morta, que murchou por te esperar.

Ainda assim, sem querer tentar minha alma vaga ao te procurar. O que sou sem você ? Se é que ainda passa algo ser, passei a me desconhecer, me desentender, pois tudo que de mim restou foram indícios de você.

Ao tentar te esquecer, eu só faço me lembrar. A lembro como um curta metragem rodando em mim, ao passar por onde te conheci, ao ouvir a canção que dediquei para ti e em tantos outros momentos mais.

Revivo você quanto mais tento te matar em mim. Estou me sentindo inabitável, como se não podesse mais viver dentro do que sou, desfigurada figura de eu mesmo que não restou. Meu coração está tão árido e ermo quanto uma carcaça no deserto a esmo. A solidão me foi jogada como um nuclear reator de quem com o amor próprio não reatou.

Lopes Neto + Maleddicttus, para chovendopalavras.

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continuation from this ask with @maledictus-maleficus

The first thing Nunnally noticed was how oddly suiting the man was for the season. She was not really able to define why she thought so, but he brought her the feeling of the season. Of winter and Christmas and it brought, perhaps an involuntarily, smile on her lips.

The second thing that puzzled the girl were his words – “Predicament…?” – she repeated somewhat sheepishly – “What do you…” – Nunnally did not finish speaking the question as she noticed the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling; realizing the custom it implied, her cheeks covered in the soft pink. But despite this, her voice was calm, yet slightly playful, when she replied the man that so unexpectedly addressed her: --

 “It seems we have either the choice of kissing or bringing bad luck for us next year. And perhaps even ruining the holiday season right now. I do not think I would put myself in the position of challenging my prosperity next year, so I guess the choice is obvious for me…unless you’re more adventurous, Sir…”

She laughed…

“But I may I ask for your name first?”

"The meaningless kiss on the cheek should not be a problem, right? After all they were attending the same event."

[zorkaya-moved]

[  ROUGH  ] [ from Ayden. Let them have fun I GUESS ]

@maledictus-maleficus

[  ROUGH  ]  *  our muses have rough, hard sex.

He was acting like a perfect lover, perfect father, perfect protector. Well, behind perfection, there was far more. Something that brought up the desire to be with him, closer than ever. The sensation fo danger and the sense of poer that will never hesitate to do something for his loved ones. Zarina was enamored by Ayden, without question. Her golden gaze followed him, love so obviously seen in those pretty eyes as she’d say his name in her melodic voice. The maiden of winter and Winter himself as if finally united after searching for each other for so long. She does not tremble in his embrace, her body loving the coldness and this closeness far more than anything. 

His voice, his gaze, his touch, and his love for her made her feel happy, delighted, and satisfied. The way he kissed her never stopped making her heart beat faster and her soul yearn for more. Another kiss, another touch, another whisper of her name. She was insatiable, she was longing, she was honest about what she wanted and what she wished for. As they shared their night together, she’d never push him away and always only brought him closer to herself, taunting and teasing Winter to have her as he wished for she was not a fragile statuette. No, her body withstood cold and frost, this body of hers that was tracing farther away from a mortal’s body when accessories would be taken off. For today, as a precaution, only four would remain on her: her choker, her small earrings, and her anklet. 

Her anklet… that looked so pretty dangling on her ankle as her leg was lifted to rest on Ayden’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around it to keep her close, unable to escape. The strong hold, the move of his hips, the delicious moans coming from Zarina herself. She lost count of how long they’ve been at it, her mind only knowing it’s been a while based on the wet mess where their bodies connected, that creamy white ring around Ayden’s dick was so perfect with how harshly he thrust into her. Her hands were tied to the bedrest that had to be enhanced by magic or she would’ve broken it apart with how much strength she got back from six accessories being taken off. Reinforcements were in order for today’s “holy night” as the snow was falling outside, covering everything in perfect white. As white as her skin was until now it flushed with shades of pink from how blood was rushing to her cheeks and ears, teary eyes staring with lust clouding that perfect gold at her beloved would only show how good he was at making her lose her mind. 

The wet sounds of his trusts were driving her as insane as the feeling of his hitting that sweet spongy spot inide her, his size making her see stars at each harsh entrance that would push out another cry out of her. With how he used her flexibility now, Sokolova could only moan and take it, unable to do anything with her hands aside from tugging on her restraints. She loved to see how he would fully pull him outside - only his tip remaining int he comfort of her heat - before slamming back inside, not caring about the harshness of his push. With each harsh slam against her, Zarina was worried he’d move her up the bed, but perhaps that’s why he held her leg so securely and tightly against his chest. 

It’s been so long, so long they’ve been at it. The roughness of his moves was making her dizzy, her puffy clit was aching from not being touched at all this round but she knew that Ayden wasn’t ignorant of that, simply waiting for the moment to bring his other hand, which pushed on her inner thigh to keep her legs spread out for him, up to start rubbing those circles with his thumb on her aching bundle of nerves. All to make her cry, all to make her sing for him once again, all to make him prove to her that she can handle more (as she herself would boast sometimes). The wet slaps were so filthy, so filthy it was hard to not concentrate on those sounds as Zarina would feel her back arch from the intense pleasure, unable to do anything but take it but it was arousing. It felt hot, each gasp was burning her lungs and her body was begging for more of this and more of him. So much more, she wanted him to paint her inside white with him cum and to brand her as his and only his every single night. The hickeys left already healed, leaving her skin pretty untainted canvas that begged to be marked over and over again. 

“Ay… den…!” Pathetically so, she tries to say his name in that soft whimper. The ever-confident and bratty Zarina was finally put down from her pedestal of cockiness. Her teary-eyed look was dreamy, a sight to behold. Fucked out of her mind and still wanting some more, her body clenching around his cock tightly as he would push himself all the way in only to remain inside, snuggled by her gummy walls. She’s so tight, so tight that it might hurt but the way her body trembled when he would press himself so close, the leg on his shoulder tensing as she’d let out a broken sob. She felt so full and spread out, he was reaching so deep inside and she could feel him throb inside her. Each veins against her drenched heat, each inch that he filled, each light move that would cause her breathe to hitch. Ah, she loved him, loved him, loved him. But why did he do that? Oh, he was a tease. She called his name, so he gave her the attention she asked for, begged for, yearned for. Who knew that riding his thigh and mewling for him to ruin her today would actually work out like this? “‘m so close…”

Finally, she felt the pressure on her inner thigh, which kept her legs open for him, lifted and she whimpered, feeling his hand travel up her thigh to let his finger trail on her lower abdomen. Right above where she knew he was deeply buried inside of her. His chuckle is heard in her dazed state, it was so gorgeous and she was so weak against it, but her cloudy gaze was all too concentrated on his hand. She missed his smirk and missed the dangerous gleam in those beautiful, sharp eyes of his. Zarina’s breathe hitched once again as Ayden would bring her right leg up to rest on his shoulder as well, creating a new angle for penetration. What did he say? Something about how they were still not done if she were able to speak?

“Ayden!”  Zarina felt a tear roll down her cheek as she’d screamed his name, the sheer force of his new set rhythm without any precaution caused her to forget about how to hold back her sound. Loud, lewd, and shameless were the sounds of their pleasure. From the sound of skin slapping against skin to the groans from Ayden to sweet mewls from Zarina. This angle, no, he hid that sweet spot over and over again, it felt to good, she was going insane. She already came several times, it’s proven by the way Ayden was so easily able to slip in and out of her. So fluid, so easy, so loose. “Please, please… I can’t…!”

Not that she cannot handle more, but she cannot hold back. Her voice is so pretty with that raspy tone to it, throat straining from all the sounds he dragged out of her. He isn’t holding back and it’s pure bliss, now mixed a bit with pain that only made everything better. For her. But she knew that there was something else, something else that was threatening to break inside and she never had any man or woman reach that state. No, no, no. The tight knot in her stomach was threatening to tear apart, it felt too good. And he was so relentless too, each thrust once again threatening to move her up the bed from their sheer strength but how prettily did her tits bounce with each move of Ayden’s, once marked with his bites and hickeys but now healed from any sort of mark. “Kiss me, please… please!” 

And oh, it was such a mistake to ask him for that in this position. With her legs still on his shoulders, he would bend down to press his lips against hers, not caring about how drooled from his rough rhythm from before. Her thigh pressed against her chest in this closeness, the angle changing into something deeper. So vulnerable, so open yet so constricted. It was hard to breathe like this, but Zarina eagerly answered to his kiss and opened her mouth to invite his tonguein, moaning into that kiss and grateful how it muffled her sounds as Ayden would start his rhythm again, but slowly in this position with his hands reach down to grasp the meat of her ass before one hand would deliver a smack to it. 

“Mhmm!” The stinging pain and the overwhelming pleasure caused her tears to spill down her cheeks and her body shake in and reached climax, but she liked it. Her mind turning white, her body reaching yet another orgasm, her walls clenching around his cock yet once again and begging to be filled with his seed. She liked this roughness, she liked his strength, she liked how he was able to turn her into this sobbing mess that begged for more. When their lips separated, the string of saliva only broke down when he’d say something to her, but Zarina’s mind was too clouded by the sensation of fullness and closeness that she vaguely only could answer to specific safe words exchanged between each other. “Green…” 

They could still go on.

[offrozenmemoirs]

“You seem tired…” Which is why she hadn’t moved, simply allowing him to rest his head on her lap rather than the cold ground. It was the least she could do. Makoto was always taking the brunt of abuse in their battles, something that seemed to take its toll more and more with each passing day. If not physically, then perhaps mentally.

“You shouldn’t push yourself so hard,” is Veria’s gentle scolding. Her hand runs through his hair, viridescent light flowing to soothe his fatigue. [ from @maledictus-maleficus ]

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting! @maledictus-maleficus

Makoto doesn't say much in terms of responding to Veria's words. Of course he's got to push himself harder than the others, he's not the leader of the party or anything, he just feels responsible for making sure everyone else isn't getting killed or wounded too badly in the face of danger. Besides...If his physical body is killed, he'll return to his father's realm. At least, that's what he's always thought and been told. His tail thumps softly against the ground, and he huffs slightly, feeling a familiar, soothing warmth settle over his body as she heals him.

"I appreciate your worry, but I'm the one meant to stand on the front lines. I have to make sure you all don't get hurt too badly."

His eyes are closed, and he feels a bout of exhaustion overcoming him for a second. When's the last time he's ever let someone be so...close to him like this? He's certainly not allowed himself to be vulnerable enough to rest his head in someone else's lap, at least not without being under the influence in some fashion.

"I'm used to being a shield for my allies."

Even when it hurt like hell, Makoto's never been afraid to act as a barrier for stray spells from enemies or to have an arrow or two bounce off his hide. The less casualties, the better, at least that's what he thought. After all, a leader may have to know how to delegate tasks to their soldiers, but he never wanted anyone to die in his stead.

"Warm..."

Another huff, that settles into a rumbling purr eventually. At the very least, it seems like he's comfortable enough to not want to move at the moment.