(Note: Not a huge fan of this ship, but I wanted to repay the one anon who requested this. Hope you enjoy, it will also include mindbreak just an warning)
•Shadow Milk maybe a cookie of deceit but he’s definitely an fallen angel
•Pure Vanilla is an Angel of light, but he has a mark from Shadow Milk. Though that mark is on his back of his neck
•Shadow Milk may mess with Pure Vanilla dreams and memories, but he don’t do it often
•Pure Vanilla has bandages on his hands due to burning himself with his magic
•Whenever Shadow Milk ain’t tormenting Pure Vanilla, he will leave vanilla orchids and white lillies in his room
•Lastly Pure Vanilla almost broke down in front of the o the ancient hero’s but nearly hid it for personal reasons..
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Heya! 18m here looking for a fandomless lovey-dovey rp, which is to say I’m looking for a rp with both fluffy wholesome elements as well as depraved dead dove elements! I have a few plots in mind, but I’d love to hear about any plots that you’ve been wanting to do as well! I’m open to mxf and mxm, where I would play a dominant male for the former and a submissive (bottom) male for the latter. We can discuss kinks and limits further in dms, but as a little peek, I adore petplay, mind breaking, degrading, and loads of dirty talk. Like and I’ll reach out to you! Mwah!
TW: Angst, Heartbreak, Torture (mentioned), Mind Break, Betrayal, Lies
Notes: Thanks to the anon who requested "Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me." with Kylo Ren. 🥰
Kylo Ren prowled through the halls of the Star Destroyer looking for something to take his anger out on. Once again, he had learned that Hux had been called for an audience with Supreme Leader Snoke without him. Kylo could not understand why the Supreme Leader still tolerated that useless coward. He was the one following in his grandfather’s legacy to become the greatest Sith Lord who ever lived. He was the one who had fought and won countless battles against the Resistance. He was the one who had proven his loyalty over and over again when faced with the temptation of the light, of his family. Yet, he was still overlooked in favor of this spineless worm who was constantly conspiring to one day overthrow and replace Snoke as Supreme Leader. It wasn’t fair. And maybe it was time he did something about it.
Changing directions, he headed to the interrogation room he knew they were currently closed off in. But just as he approached to demand an audience, the door slid open and two Stormtroopers exited, dragging a limp body of a woman between them. Though her head was hanging low, obscuring her face, a shiver ran through Kylo’s body as a sense of familiarity gripped his chest. But it couldn’t be….
Just then, Hux exited the room, almost slamming into Kylo in the process. But before the general could make his usual snarky comment, Kylo demanded. “That girl. Who is she?”
Hux scoffed dismissively. “Just some Resistance scum we captured last night. We have been interrogating her for hours but somehow, she has managed to withstand our methods. Even the Supreme Leader’s. But we knew she would be a difficult one to break. She took out over half of our squadron single-handedly before she was apprehended.”
“How?”
“By using this.” Hux pulled out something from his pocket and Kylo recognized it immediately. He had been there when you crafted it.
When he held out his hand, Hux placed the lightsaber in his palm. Instantly, Kylo felt your presence in the weapon. Unlike guns or regular swords, lightsabers were a wholly personal tool which were crafted by each individual user and captured a small piece of their essence, their energy. And it was a presence he had not felt in a long time but one which immediately sent his heart racing in his chest. There was no denying who the prisoner was.
Luckily, Kylo was still wearing his mask so Hux was unable to see the fear that had suddenly flashed across his face. Clearing his throat to steady his voice, Kylo said, “I will see if maybe I can get her to talk.”
“I wouldn’t bother,” Hux said as he started to walk away. “If the Supreme Leader couldn’t break her, what chance do you have? Besides, she has fallen into some sort of trance or unconsciousness so I doubt you could get anything anyway.”
Kylo quickly hurried down the hall in the direction he saw the troopers taking you. Just as he rounded the corner, he saw the two exiting a room to his right. As soon as they had left the area, Kylo quickly slipped into the room.
You were laying on the bed seemingly asleep, but he could see bruises and trails of blood littering your body from whatever methods Snoke had used to get you to talk. Your breathing was shallow and uneven, yet your expression was tranquil in your slumber. Slowly, he approached the bed and sat down next to you. Removing his helmet, he rested it on the floor. It was the first time he had removed it in the presence of another in a long time, but he needed to see you with his own eyes. Let you hear his voice clear and unmodulated.
He ran his fingers lightly over your cheek. “Hello. It’s been a long time but you look just as beautiful as the day we parted. I think of you… often. When I made the choice to follow this path, you were the only person I truly regretted leaving behind. I dreamt of finding you, of bringing you with me. But we both know you would never turn your back on the ways of the Jedi, pompous fools though they might have been. Yet, I wish things could have been different.” He waited, hoping for any kind of reaction, but you didn’t as much as stir.
Sighing, he took your hand as he whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything that I put you through. I’m sorry that you ended up here. And I know whatever they did to you must have been horrific, and I know I have no right to ask this of you, but I need you to wake up. Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.”
For a moment, nothing happened. But then, ever so slowly, your eyelashes began to flutter and he watched your eyes come into focus. On him. “Ben…” A shiver ran down his spine as you breathed his old name. The one he had tried so hard to leave behind but the one that sounded like home on your lips.
Your eyes scanned his face, soaking in every detail, every feature, as you gazed at him in wonder. “Wha- I thought you were dead. How are you here? Have you been here this whole time? I’m so sorry! If I would have known, I would have done everything in my power to bring you home. Ben, I-”
“Shhh. It’s alright. Just rest. You’ve been through a lot.” Kylo gently ran his hand over your hair soothingly.
You leaned into his hand as you continued to stare up at him in wonder. “He told me I was the only one to make it out that night. I thought….”
“He who?”
“Luke. When Ren and his Knights attacked the temple, I was badly wounded but for some reason, they kept me alive. Luke found me soon after they left, and he brought me to safety. It took me a while to recover, but when I did, I looked for you. Luke said you were gone, but I refused to believe it. Even though I couldn’t feel you through the Force- Wait…. Why can’t I feel you? Even right now with you sitting beside me, it’s like you’re not there. Are you blocking me? But why-” Suddenly, your gaze landed on something next to him and your eyes grew wide. Following your gaze, Kylo saw his helmet sitting on the floor. His eyes snapped back to yours and he was met with a different form of disbelief.
“No…. Ben…. It can’t be…” But as much as he tried to hide the guilt and shame on his face, he realized the second you looked back at him you knew. He watched the wave of horror roll across your features and the tears spring to your eyes. “What have you done?”
But before he could explain, the door to the room slid open and Hux stalked in, flanked by four troopers. Silently, the troopers grabbed you and began hauling you out of the room. You didn’t resist, you just kept your eyes trained on Kylo for as long as you were able, the look of betrayal and heartbreak still etched on your face.
The second you were out of sight, Kylo whirled to face Hux. “Where are you taking her?”
The other man sneered gleefully at Kylo’s distress. “The Supreme Leader was able to sense she had a connection with you from before. So, when she couldn’t be broken, he assumed finding out about your treachery would be the last straw he could use to finally break her. I guess we shall see shortly.” He turned to walk away but paused to say, “The Supreme Leader ordered you not to interfere. You may wait outside but you are not allowed in the interrogation room until we are done.” And with those final words, he left.
The next few hours were agony as Kylo was forced to wait to discover your fate. As he paced frantically outside the door of the interrogation room, he could hear your screams of anguish from inside but there was nothing he could do. Eventually, the sounds dimmed and gradually fell silent altogether and he realized how much worse silence could truly be.
Finally, the door opened and Hux emerged. Before he had taken more than a few steps out of the room, Kylo was at his side. “What happened!”
Hux smirked gleefully. “Even with your betrayal weakening her defenses, she held out longer than expected. But in the end, we got the information we were after though it took destroying her mind to do so.” Kylo felt all the blood drain from his face and Hux’s smirk grew bigger. “The Supreme Leader wants you to go retrieve the map as soon as the ships can be readied. It is on Jakku in the possession of an old acquaintance of yours. A man by the name of San Tekka.”
Kylo immediately remembered the man from his childhood. He was a friend and ally of his mother’s and somehow it didn’t surprise him that the map ended up in his possession. He nodded. “I understand. I will leave within the hour.”
Giving him one final sneer, Hux pushed past Kylo and retreated down the hall. As soon as he was alone, Kylo rushed to your side. You were still strapped to the interrogation table with your head lolled to the side. As he got closer, he could see your lips moving as if muttering something, but you weren’t making a sound. Your eyelids were half-closed but from what he could see, your eyes were glassy and vacant as they stared into nothingness. For the first time in years, Kylo Ren lowered his mental blocks and reached out to you through the Force. But the second his mind brushed against yours, he reeled back in horror. Hux was right. Whatever Snoke had done to you had utterly shattered your mind. All he could sense of the woman he loved were sharp shards and jagged slivers of your mind, barely recognizable as your own.
He turned his back to you, unable to bear seeing what you had been reduced to, what he had allowed to happen to you. You were gone and it was all his fault.
“It’s okay…..” Kylo whirled around at the sound of your voice, utterly amazed you had managed to say anything in your state. Yet your eyes were fully open and, though still unfocused, they held just the smallest spark of life. Maybe there was a chance you could heal. Maybe your connection to the Force was allowing you- “…. Ben will save me. He always saves me.”
Whatever hope he had for you evaporated as your words pierced his heart, sending a fresh wave of pain and regret through him. As he watched, the light in your eyes dimmed once more and your lips returned to their incessant, wordless movements.
Sadly, Kylo Ren bent down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead but you made no indication you had felt it. Then he turned and hurried from the room, leaving behind the shell of the woman he loved even now.
The first part of my not quite kinktober. The full list can be found here.
Zombie! Kite x F! Reader
Explicit
WC: 3.3k
Summary: Your beloved went off on an adventure, but what returns to you isn’t quite the same man anymore. You’re not sure if the light in his eyes is a trick, or something more devious at play.
Warnings: zombie shit- biting, body horror, eating of flesh (human and animal). mind break. dead dove do not eat
It’s been three months to the day since Kite left when you hear a knock on your door. The house is so isolated that you haven’t seen another person since he left, and a short, shrill scream leaves your lips. Gathering your wits you edge towards the door, opening it just enough to peak out and see-
Your husband, swaying slightly though there’s no breeze, and a young boy with a mess of black hair next to him. You open the door wider, moving to throw your arms around Kite when a small hand comes up, landing on your shoulder to stop you.
“Maybe we should talk, first,” He says, and the way he says it is enough to give you pause. He sounds sad, defeated, far older than he looks. You look at Kite but your husband says nothing, still swaying, eyes unfocused though he’s looking at you. Something is wrong, quite literally staring you in the face but you still can’t figure out what. You open the door wider and the boy comes in first, one hand locked around Kite’s wrist, jerking your husband forward. Kite stands in the room, still swaying in the non-existent breeze as the two of you settle into chairs.
“There was.. an accident,” The boy starts, and then stops, worrying at his lower lip and not meeting your eyes. He explains in slow detail how Kite saved him, the story bringing tears to your eyes and confusion to your mind. It sounds like Gon is saying that Kite died but that can’t be right- he’s right here isn’t he? “We got him away from them but by then, well, he’s like this.”
“It’s fine,” You say, and you mean it. You take your wedding vows to heart. In sickness and in health, you had promised Kite.
“We’re looking for a cure,” Gon rushes to say but you wave him off. He looks like your Kite, despite the dead eyes, despite the stitches running over his face, down his neck and into his shirt. He’s your husband, and he’s come home. You tell Gon as much though the younger man flinches. Still, “You’ll watch after him while we search? It would be hard to take him with us in his… current state.”
“Of course I’ll watch him,” You have to try hard to keep the bitterness out of your voice. You know the child doesn’t mean any harm. He can’t possibly conceive of the depth of your love for Kite. He’s a boy, nothing more. But that seems so assure Gon enough to leave him in your care.
“He might not eat as much,” Gon tells you as he gets ready to leave again, “And there might be a smell, but I know Kite is still in there. He’s just a little bit hidden!” You give him an indulgent smile as he leaves, running back down the path he came from with a wave.
Then the lock clicks into place and you’re alone with Kite.
“Should we have dinner, then?” You ask, turning only to startle when Kite is suddenly there behind you. This close you can tell the smell Gon mentioned. It doesn’t smell like Kite- like the forest, his cologne, the sweat on his skin. It seems dirtier somehow, a little more feral. “Or maybe a bath?”
Kite gives you nothing but a blank stare. You sigh. It’s easy enough to get him into the bath though, to strip him of his soiled clothes and place him in the warm water while you throw them into the laundry (or maybe away, you think, he can always get new ones). Now is the first time you get to see the extent of what’s happened to your husband- his pale skin is bruised and the scars, the stitches that seem to hold him together run all over his body. His cool skin warms in the water, though, and his cock gives a twitch as you wash him.
“At least part of you recognizes me,” You mean for it to be teasing, but it comes out more melancholy. Once you’re satisfied he’s cleaned up as much as you can get him, you dry Kite, dressing him in clean pajamas before pulling him with you to the dining room. “Sit.”
There’s no light in his eyes as he follows the command, the scrape of the wood too loud in your silent room. You hardly want to leave him, even if you’ll only be in the next room over, even if you can see him from there. Still, your stomach rumbles even if his doesn’t and you set about making a quick dinner. It’s nothing much, just meat and potatoes, but it’s filling.
Kite doesn’t touch his plate, while you finish all of yours.
“Not hungry tonight, dear?” You ask, he doesn’t answer. With a sigh you cover the leftovers. He can have them tomorrow, you think.
It’s still early in the evening but you have nothing else to do but go to sleep. Once more to the bedroom. Kite stands by the bed while you curl up in it.
“Not going to join me?” Disappointment drips into your voice. You had been imagining this part of his homecoming for many nights, thinking about how he would ravage you, but he stands there. Just looking at you. Gathering up as much courage as you can, you shift your nightgown up, exposing the flesh of your thighs, and then your underwear. Still, nothing. With a sigh you turn away from him, turning off the light and trying to ignore the way the house feels emptier than ever. You don’t dream.
Kite doesn’t eat breakfast. Or lunch. Or dinner. You’re not sure when he’s eating or even if he is. The days blend together. The smell has started to creep back in but he can have a shower after dinner. He closes his lips and turns his head away when you give up and try to feed him. It’s the most he’s done on his own since he’s been back, something you think of as a victory in itself.
“Please, Kite,” You have to try not to cry, “One bite.” His lips only press together tighter. You give up, pushing the plate away and walking with a huff to the bedroom. You had told Gon you would take care of Kite and here you were- miserably failing at it. There’s a noise in the doorway as you hurriedly try to wipe the tears from your cheeks. “Yes, Kite, what is it?”
He doesn’t say anything as he sits on the bed next to you. There’s a moment of silence, the quiet whisper of years past between the two of you, you know this man like you know yourself, and then his lips are on yours.
They don’t quite feel like his lips, they’re drier, chapped. But the weight of Kite’s body as it presses down on you is the same, it’s familiar. You sigh into his lips as he looms over you in the darkness. Already you can feel the hard length of his cock between your bodies. It’s all too simple to pull his shirt up, over his head, throwing it somewhere in the corner of the room. Kite, in turn, grips the front of your shirt, ripping it easily, exposing your chest to him.
His lips don’t feel the same as they descend, brushing over your neck, leaving a harsh bite instead of a gentle kiss. They don’t feel the same as they latch onto your nipple, using more teeth than you’ve ever known from Kite. Still, you can feel yourself getting wet, the lonely nights creeping back in. His hands are harsh, nails digging into your skin but never puncturing it. Your pants come off, and then his, and suddenly Kite’s face is right in front of yours again.
“Hello,” You whisper, suddenly shy despite the way your leg is hitching up over his hip, inviting him closer. His hips snap forward, driving him into you and splitting you open. It hurts, but beneath that it feels like coming home. His hands grip you tightly, holding you in place, making space between your bodies as his hips move back and forth, methodically pulling you towards an orgasm. You find yourself trying to push against him, murmuring pleas for him to slow but Kite seems driven to give this to you.
You shatter like glass around him, cunt pulsing rhythmically against his still hard cock. As soon as your breathing returns to normal you think he’ll move off of you but his hips move again, and then again, and he doesn’t stop until the light dims around you, and with a scream you pass out.
You’re angry the next morning- at everything.
You’re angry at Kite for not eating, for not taking care of himself, for being so stupid and brave and good and getting himself into this situation in the first place. You’re angry at him for not looking at you, for not talking to you, for wanting to fuck you senseless but not even telling you that he loves you. You’re angry at yourself, thinking you should be more understanding. You know, logically, that whatever’s returned to you isn’t quite your husband, isn’t quite normal, and perhaps you should feel happy something has returned to you at all.
You slam the cabinets when you cook, the doors behind you, chop vegetables with more intensity than you need to- anything to get your frustrations out. Your body is sore, bruised from Kite’s handling, and you have a limp in your step the whole day. You don’t even have his cum dripping from you- you checked- the one thing that might make you feel better. There’s only emptiness, where Kite carved himself a home inside of you.
Slamming Kite’s dinner (that you know will go untouched, once again) down in front of him doesn’t make you feel better, but you would swear you think you see him flinch, even a little bit. You take your seat across from him, not even bothering to speak to him, or put on a farce of a meal. Dinner is a study in silence, how your breathing stretches out between the two of you, how much you can say in the ringing of cutlery.
“Still nothing?” Your voice does crack now, breaks as you speak. Kite stares at you, unseeing. You want to scream, so you do. “Why won’t you speak to me? I love you!”
His eyes look at you, lost and unfound.
He stands when you do, he stands there as you rush at him, slam your palms into his chest and push him so hard he stumbles back.
“Isn’t this what you want?” You seethe at him, “Why I supported you? Why you left? You were a hunter, you said, a fighter beyond compare, so goddamn you, fight!” You’re not even sure what you’re saying, adrenaline pounding in your veins like a thunderstorm. You just want him to speak, to say anything, even if he curses your name. The only move he makes is to try to walk past you, headed for the door, headed outside and away from you. It takes you a moment to realize he’s trying to leave.
“No!” You scream, reaching out for his wrist, wrapping your hand around it. He’s all skin and bones, you can feel them scrape together under your fingertips. He moves forward, trying to get away from you, but you only hold on tighter, and tighter until.
His whole fucking hand falls off.
And then you scream again, a horrible, ugly, wordless sound. So loud you think the whole world can hear you, so loud you think your nearest neighbors (who are still several miles away) must have to come running now. You scream, and you scream, and then your feet start to move. You drop Kite’s hand (his hand, there’s no blood, only that smell that you haven’t been able to wash out of him no matter how hard you try). This time it’s not him moving past you, but you moving past him- out the door, running barefoot into the trees, trying to put as much space as you can between you and- and- and that thing that wears your husband’s face.
There’s no aim to your running, you don’t stop until you have to and then you stand there, chest heaving as you try to put any pieces you can back into place, to make some sort of sense out of what’s just happened. But there’s nothing that you can think of that would explain what you’ve just seen. Resting under a tree, you alternate between listening out for Kite, and checking to your feet. They’re a little worn, but if he should come for you, you can still run.
But the minutes stretch onto hours, and still you hear nothing but the sounds of the forest. One hour passes, and then another, and soon enough you find yourself compelled to head back to your home. The lights are still on, and the door is still open, but there’s nobody there when you arrive. You check everywhere in the house, every little nook and cranny. You lock the doors, the windows, pull the curtains tight around you and sleep in the bathroom, the door locked there as well.
He doesn’t come back that night.
Or any of the nights after. It’s so quiet, for those first few nights. There’s nothing but the sound of your own breathing, the rise and fall of your chest, the soft noises from the woods around you that seem to grow softer every night.
He returns the first night you try to sleep in the bed.
There’s nothing that should have roused you, only a primal sense of unease that jerks you from a deep sleep. Kite is standing there at the foot of the bed, his clothes looking dirty and torn. He’s staring at you, and there’s something squirming in his hands but all you can do is stare back at him. You think you could make it if you bolt for the door, and then his hand comes up, in it there’s a raccoon, still fighting and hissing and trying to get away.
Kite takes a bite right out of it’s belly, the blood running down his chin, dripping onto your marital bed as he contentedly eats away at the now dying animal.
It’s then that everything really seems to fall into place for you.
“It’s just up ahead, Killua!” Gon shouts, his feet carrying him as fast as they can. He meant to send a letter, to let you know to expect the two of them, but with the excitement of finding a cure for Kite it had slipped his mind. It had taken two long months to find a way to bring back Kite’s mind, his humanity along with his body but Gon had never faltered in his hope that he could do it.
All that was left is to find Kite, hopefully still safe and sound with you.
“How do we know she’s even alive?” Killua asks as they near the house. He had seen before what Kite could do in a fight, how he ate his food (raw, still living if he could get it, with his hands and teeth like some animal). Knowing Gon as only Killua did, the white haired boy wasn’t sure Gon had properly explained the situation to their friends wife.
“He wouldn’t eat her,” Gon sounds so sure until he pauses to consider it, thinking it over, and then, “Right?”
“Only one way to find out,” Killua mumbles, giving the front door three sharp raps. They can hear some shuffling around in the house, before the door swings open, and you’re right in front of them.
“Gon!” You smile down at the boys, but there’s something wrong with it, something with how it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, “And you brought a friend! Kite’s out right now, but I’m sure he’ll be so happy to see you when he returns! Please, come in!”
“Out?” Gon parrots as he crosses the threshold, “Out where?”
“Didn’t you tell her not to let him out?” Killua asks, a million worse scenarios forming in his mind.
“I didn’t think that was necessary, given his… state,” The two boys start to look closer around the house and see- nothing. The photos are hung neatly on the walls, there’s no signs of a struggle, or anything other than a happily married couple living together.
When they look a little closer at you, however, it becomes obvious that things aren’t so picture perfect. Most of your skin is covered, but whatever they can see is bruised, and Gon swears he sees bite marks on you. It’s fine, he tries to console himself, you’ve survived this far, and the damage done doesn’t look permanent. They give Kite the cure, and then your husband can take are of you.
“Oh, he doesn’t go too far, just gets us some things I need for dinner,” You pause, cocking your head to the side like you’re listening intently to something, “I think I hear him now.”
Neither boy is sure what you hear but soon enough Kite is at the front door, holding a squirrel by the tail as he shuffles inside. The animal is still biting at him, fighting for it’s life.
It’s much worse than they thought.
“Kite!” You trill, walking over to him and placing a loving kiss to his lips. “We have guests.”
Their former friend and mentor says nothing, barely even gives the boys a glance but you laugh indulgently like nothing is the matter.
“Oh, Kite, of course they’re welcome,” You say to him, before turning to the boys, dropping your voice conspiratorially, “He’s been so restless, if you know what I mean, but he can wait. You’re practically family!”
“We have the cure,” Killua says, all business and desperate to get out of the house. “For Kite. You can have your husband back. All of him.”
“My husband is right here,” You say, coldness creeping into your voice.
“His body, yes, but his mind? His heart?” Killua starts.
“His soul?” Gon finishes. “He’s eating a squirrel, right there at your kitchen table.”
“He’s having the dinner I prepared for him, the same dinner I’m having!” You insist, a tremor of insanity in your voice before- “You’re right, Kite. I think it’s best too, if you boys both leave.”
“We can’t leave you here with him,” Killua insists, but the look on your face silences him. There’s a crazy look in your eyes, and he knows at once the battle won’t be won this way. “Come on, Gon. Sorry for bothering you, ma’am.”
“She’ll die,” Gon moans as soon as the door is shut. “We have to get him that cure.”
“Let’s make a camp close,” Killua says, trying to form a plan in his mind, “I don’t think her mind quite held together when she realized what happened to him.” They pick a spot only about a mile away, hidden in the trees but close enough they can get to you in a heartbeat.
A scream shatters the night while they’re discussing plans, trying to figure out a way to put your mind and your husband back together without irreparably damaging either. Gon is first on his feet, but Killua has always been faster, and the door shatters under his foot like it’s nothing. An eerie silence greets them as they call your name, searching through the home to try and find you. There’s still no sign of a struggle, no sign you put up a fight at all.
The backdoor to your home hangs on it’s hinges, swaying in the breeze. There’s no sounds from the forest, no sounds of anybody or anything at all. Just a empty home, and the bitter taste of defeat.
There will be more Tagatha and Tophie in this one, though more Tagatha than Tophie because come on
So, like I said before, Tedros got suspicious of his supposed true love has more evils following her than before, which leads to him wanting to train away from her for a little bit.
He promised to be her prince, and a solid MAYBE on the ball; he's had bad experiences with ballroom get togethers. She accepted the maybe as a yes anyway.
He gets so damn annoyed when she starts failing the pre-Trial challenges.
When he asks why she keeps failing, another lie is born at Sophie's side when she says that she did learn everything and will get better.
She lies more and creates more evils, which really starts rubbing Tedros the wrong way because they start aggressively rubbing against his legs and arms and are slightly louder than Sophie because they purr and sort of talk-meow to him.
When she panics when Hester threatens her and Tedros, but Tedros is more concerned about the evils.
He follows Agatha more, despite Sophie's warning that she's still a little sick, and even asks if he can hold her, because he's about to snap.
She asks if he's okay and why he's so scared. He doesn't answer.
Sophie tries to get a kiss out of him before the Trial like before, but he asks her if she really loves him. Sophie's obviously confused, but Tedros asks again if Sophie is telling the truth about loving him, that if she's honest with him, he'll finally explain why he goes to both schools. She says yes and goes in for a kiss. Even with Agatha as a cockroach on her shoulder, Tedros backs away when a new evil is born. She tries to get him to come back, but he tells her that they'll talk again just before the Trial.
Agatha goes to class to turn in her work to see Tedros being, verbally, calmed by Dovey. Just as she nears Dovey's desk, Tedros quickly walks out if the room.
"What was that about?"
"Just some stress before the Trial. I've never seen the poor boy so flustered."
"If he's that scared, why can't you take him out so he doesn't have to compete?"
"He made his friends a promise, Agatha. And I offered to, but he told me he needed to be in the woods tonight, no matter what."
"But what if he gets hurt? Didn't you see him? He CAN'T compete in the Trial!"
Cue Dovey looked at Agatha with serious "Hold up" eyes. "He... He really didn't tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
"Well... He spoke so fondly of you, I thought he'd told you."
Agatha admits she had no clue what Dovey's talking about, and Dovey excuses her.
Before the Trial, Tedros is a trembling mess and almost misses when Sophie talks to him. He begs her to stay with him during the Trial, to promise she'll be waiting for him when he goes in the woods. She does very hastily because she's immediately pulled into the forest.
When it's his turn, before Hester, he charges in and attacks anything and anyone that moves in the woods, Evers, Nevers, and woodland creatures alike, consequences be damned.
Even when Chaddick tries to calm him down, Tedros sees Anadil's, Ravan's, and Vex's evils, and yells for Chaddick to get away from him and runs to look for Sophie.
When Tedros and Hester clash, he's lost his sword and instead fights with a branch, which he uses to beat the demon and Hester to Hell and high water. THIS IS AN UGLY FIGHT, BTW, AND HE ONLY GETS THE UPPER HAND WHEN SHE GETS CARELESS. He collapses from the exhaustion and despair sorrow that he lost control of himself and is too busy having a mental and emotional meltdown about it to see a weak demon arm go in for a stab.
Agatha knocks it away and saves him before comforting him, even though he tells her she shouldn't be in the woods or near him because he could hurt her.
He sees hot pink evils(the evils to him have the same color as people's fingerglows) and un-disguises Sophie.
He yells at her for lying and breaking her promise, especially after he trusted her, which he kicks himself for because he admits he knew he shouldn't have because what everyone said was true, that she was a witch and a liar, and, as the two final blows, with his hands grasping his hair and his body curling inward as he struggles to stand, he screams that he was right, that the School Master didn't make a miatake, that Agatha and Sophie are in the right schools, and that Sophie belongs in both the School for Evil's Doom Room and, more extremely, the bottomless pit of Hell, just like he does, because he knows she killed the Beast.
After this he passes out and the two girls stare at each other before Agatha leaves, just as the students see what's happened, Tristan keeping Tedros calm with hair ruffles as the prince hyperventilates on the grass.
He's not really allowed to attend the School for Evil for a little while, just in case he snaps again.
He's back to silence and staring, but he now has to write on a notepad provided by Chaddick and Tristan.
They are the only ones he WANTS to see. Neither know his talent.
Beatrix tries to pay a visit, but decides it's best to leave him be after she slipped him a note and then heard him screaming.
Agatha just doesn't ask to visit him because everything he said still has her shaken and stirred.
Chaddick and Tristan deliver him his homework, until he asks for Agatha to do it, so they can catch up on their work.
Lie. He just wants to see her.
She visits anyway, and asks if everything he said was true. He nods.
She then tells him Dovey brought up how close she thought they were, considering how he 'slept' in her room for a couple nights and was found asleep outside her door after sleepwalking, and asks why he goes to both schools, even though he's supppsed to be a Never. Tedros writes that he can SEE the evil in others, describing them as monsters that follow people and coax them into doing worse evils. He didn't see any surrounding Agatha during orientation, though does note the small evils she has are lies she told in oreder to help Sophie, which explains why they're so small compared to Sophie, who has larger evils like pride and murder; Agatha's evils are the size of medium sized rats while Sophie's are about the size of tigers or bears. He even explains that he's snapped before and it led to him killing a maid.
The whole "going to both schools" is an accommodation made for him for that reason; Evers just don't have that much evil in them, none that's really noticeable for him.
Agatha realizes that his talent is the reason for his silence and staring, and why he follows her and other Evers around.
Tedros tries to hold her hand, but falters and instead holds his knees to his chest, saying without looking at her, "Sorry I can't get you two home, wherever it is. If you do find a way, though, just go and take that witch with you. Nobody wants either of you now. I can make do with my mates."
Agatha only hugs him and tells him that she's not going anywhere because she knows HE DOES want her around; it's either she stays or he's stuck following Evergirls to cool his head.
Tedros laughs bitterly that he's in the right school, considering he's not much of a prince or doing much to help either of the girls. Agatha just tells him, "Shut up, you creep." Only it's said in a really sweet way.
He gets a real Ever uniform, but still wears his black coat and pants because, again, who's stopping him?
The Nevers call him a traitor, but he unsheathes his sword and scares them away.
Hopes that Hort, Ravan, and Vex are okay.
It ABSOLUTELY has to do with the snake he originally put in Sophie's bed that moved to Hester's.
It may also have to do with the uniforms and dead birds he stapled to ceiling of his room in Evil.
It's not that he hates his roommates and fellow Nevers in general, he just targets people who get on his back and won't get off.
Dot has never been one of these people. After putting cockroaches in Hester's, Anadil's, and Sophie's uniforms, he left Dot a few books, one detailing the history of Nottingham, one with really good chocolate recipes, and one titled, 'Cruelty and Kindness: How To Be Evil Without Being Evil.' He also left a note reading, 'Sorry for the noise. I couldn't help myself!😈' and a bar of chocolate that had candy embedded in it, aome being peanut butter, and a jelly center.
Has pranked Chaddick and Tristan by not walking behind them when they think he's following them and by simply smiling as he walks in between them. He doesn't do anything, he just smiles amd they think he's about to do something; it's the thought that counts.
He's thought about pranking Agatha, but instead let her witness his greatest prank yet:
He took all the Evers' and Nevers' shoes and tied them or placed them in high up places, even his own and Agatha's so no one could get blamed for it. Well, everyone's shoes except Sophie's. He spent an hour laughing his ass off in the boy's Groom Room when he remembered the glares students from both schools gave Sophie; he just put Dot's under her bed next to her snack stash.
He can be an asshole when he wants to be.
Chaddick tried getting him back with a bucket of water held up by a cracked open door, but Tedros stared at him all day, trying to figure out why Chaddick kept making sure he was infront of him.
Hates Beatrix's pet rabbit. He literally got caught glaring by Chaddick and admitted the wanted to boil the damn thing.
His animal companion/henchman was a mountain lion
"The son of a lion was a true lone wolf, one a heart that never forgave and a mind that never forgot. Good in his looks and kindness through distance, but Evil in his eyes and silence, in the footsteps that no one seened to hear, even when he was close enough to strike like death in the night."
Vex swore to herself as she lunged for the nearby alcove, deftly dodging the line of azure-bright lightning that ripped apart the cavern floor where she'd stood but moments before. Her body twisted with her jump, flames licking up the length of her bowstring as she let a single blazing arrow fly at her quarry. She kept her gaze just over the edge of the crag, just long enough to watch it sail...and glance off the dragon's hardy hide harmlessly.
Well, fuck.
"I hate to say it," she sarcastically murmured, ducking down into the alcove and turning to face the rest of her companions, "but I'm starting to get the feeling we're not going to win this one."
"Oh really? What was your first clue?" Vax, her brother, snipped back. The darker and more broody of the two, he was looking especially haggard now—the leather armor he wore bent and singed in places, a scent of ozone radiating off of him, and sizable gash down one arm that, even bound in bandages, she could see was still bleeding.
They were all in a harrowed state, now that she took a second's glance to look them over—Grog, for all his strength and sturdiness, was having to lean on his axe hilt for support; Pike's armor was dented and bent in places, and her face looked vacant and drained from all her prayers; Percy could barely hold either of his guns, and between his broken glasses and split lip, he looked like he'd been through the worst bar fight of his life; and Scanlan was doubled over against the alcove beside her, half of his lute still gripped in a bloody hand.
Really, it was only her and Keyleth that still looked ready for more—sure, they'd both exhausted themselves in the fight so far, but neither of the two half-elven ladies were showing much wear or tear...odd...
"We should fall back," Keyleth suggested, worry stretched across her face as she, too, noted the sorry state of their party. "We can't go on like this—if we can make it back to the portal—"
"It won't matter."
Percy's crisp voice cut the ginger half-elf off, commanding attention even through the pained wheeze he made while speaking. "He's put himself between us and the portal—the only way back to Emon is through him. And even if we did get back, the sovereign won't listen to us."
Pushing up off the wall, and staring as best he could through the cracked lenses of his glasses, he fixed them all a steady gaze. "This has to end here, one way or another."
A tense, heavy moment of silence draped over the hapless crew, broken only by the distant rumble of massive footfalls over stone as, beyond the relative safety of their hideaway, Brimscythe continued to scour for them. Surprisingly, it was Grog that spoke up first—hand raising like he were in a schoolroom, though with a faint wince. "Right, but...how? We can't rush him—we did that already, and it didn't work."
"He'll see a head-on assault coming from a mile away, and his lightning breath will shoot it down before it can even get halfway," Vax muttered, tugging tighter at the makeshift bandage for his arm.
"What about that weak spot Gilmore mentioned?" Vex asked, shifting to try and steal a glance at the massive dragon without being noticed. "If we could get the drop on him, maybe we'd be able to get in a shot without being noticed."
It was a long-shot, of course—even in the moment Gilmore had mentioned it, it had sounded more a legend than a truth. But striking at the point where "the river splits into two" was really their best bet. The only question was...where was that "river"? Her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of the massive beast prowling between the massive stalagmites, gaze cutting across his form with shrewd swiftness, searching for anything that might be the "two rivers".
"We would need a distraction for that, enough to get him to drop his guard," Percy muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What in the hells would distract a dragon, though?"
"What about tits?"
If the silence after Percy's comment had been heavy, the one after Scanlan's was absolutely deafening. Vex whipped her head away from the edge of the alcove to shoot the gnome a look of utter disgust and shock—and she wasn't the only one, as Keyleth took a step back, her face ablaze with a sudden blush, clearly more than a little perturbed. Before anyone could say anything, though, he held up his hands for mercy, his expression surprisingly serious.
"Hear me out, at least! It's no secret that General Krieg was a bit of a womanizer—there's stories about him in basically every town in Tal'Dorei. And besides, you all saw the painting we walked through to get here," Scanlan added, a bit of wryness coloring his tone at the end.
"Oh right!" Grog chimed, before chuckling. "Heheh, dragon tiddies."
"Right?" Scanlan nodded, and continued. "And maybe it's just me, but he hasn't really been paying the girls too much mind. It's just us guys that have been really beaten up...and Pike, but that's—"
"That was...a mistake," the cleric admitted with a sheepish grimace. "I don't even think he knew I was there when he brought the rock down on Grog..."
"The point is—" Scanlan cut back, pushing off the crag to stare the two half-elves down, "—he might lower his guard if you two come out from hiding and pretend to surrender. Maybe offer yourselves up to him, just to sweeten the deal? Just enough so that Vax or Percy or Grog can get in close for a sneak attack."
Vex held her breath for what felt like ages—the verbal lashing she'd wanted to levy at the pint-sized pervert fading as he'd made his points...and as painful as it was for her to admit it, they were some very good points. And while she would love to have some counter-offer or other plan they could consider...they really didn't have anything else. Not unless they could figure out Gilmore's riddle—and with the way things were going, they simply weren't going to have the time.
Breathing out a slow sigh, she turned to Keyleth beside her. The redhead's cheeks were turning a lovely shade of pink at the suggestion, but she could see the wheels turning behind her eyes in much the same way as her own. She cracked a smirk and leaned over to prod her with an elbow. "I mean...what do we have to lose but dignity?"
Keyleth let out a small squeak at the jab, but did seem to lighten up a bit. "I mean, our lives, maybe...but I get what you mean."
"That too," Vex nodded, placing a hand on Keyleth's shoulder and giving it a faint squeeze. Her gaze turned back to the rest of their crew, landing specifically on her brother's face. "We'll do our best to distract him—take that time to try and get into position, and maybe find that weak spot. Be careful, we only have one shot at this."
As the rest of Vox Machina nodded solemnly, Vax met his sister's gaze, and held his breath. "Be careful," he repeated.
Something inside Vex's chest clenched hard at that look—the weight behind his words hitting her deep—but she steadied herself and nodded back, before turning to Keyleth and gesturing her to follow. Quiet as could be, the two slipped away from the alcove, stepping out into the open air of the cavern—out where the dragon would clearly see them. The dragon...that was now nowhere to be seen.
Vex glanced about warily, before looking back to Keyleth again. "Follow my lead," she murmured, before moving her hands to her outfit.
With a deft touch, she undid the top few buttons of her blouse, enough to let her large, soft tits bounce free, and began to strut forward, her heels clicking loudly over the craggy floor and echoing off the walls. Keyleth stared a moment, then whipped her gaze about to the silence around them as she moved to follow Vex's every movement, her own sizable chest soon on display as her druid vestments loosened.
"Oh Brimscythe~" Vex called out in a sensual, sing-song sort of voice, cupping a hand to mouth to let her voice carry further. "Where are you~?"
Her call was answered almost instantly by the cracking of stone and the crackling of lightning—a massive stalactite, so massive it had stretched from the ceiling to the floor and was as wide around as a redwood—had cracked and crashed to the ground, and rising over it to loom in all his monstrous majesty was the indigo-scaled Brimscythe, baleful wings rising like a mantle behind him. Lightning crackled in his maw, and his storm-grey eyes were narrowed with focus as he stared down from his perch at them.
Focus...and intrigue.
Vex swallowed hard—well, they had his attention. No going back now.
Turning back to Keyleth, she moved to press herself against her, their chests squishing lewdly against one another, and she reached back behind herself to hook a hand on her leggings. Keyleth, immediately getting the message, reached back as well and slid her pants down in time with Vex, the two flashing their plump and round backsides to the massive beast, and the redhead even sliding her hand further back to slide and pump her fingers between her cheeks and over her folds.
"Hey Iron Storm~" Vex crooned, flashing an enticing smile the dragon's way, "It must get really lonely being the only dragon around here~ why don't you loosen up a little~? I'm sure the two of us could help you out~"
Her suggestion was met with the bassy crocodile-like hiss from the dragon's throat as he stared the two of them down, piercing gaze dragging over them both. Massive claws the size of greatswords crunched and scraped across the crumbled stone as he stalked over the fallen stalactite, and his wicked maw curled with a sneer. "What trick is this, little elves?"
His question—spoken with that resonant rumble—sent a shudder through the both of them, but Keyleth caught herself enough to speak first. "No trick," she lied, leaning further into Vex's frame and swaying her hips tantalizingly behind her. "There's just no sense in fighting anymore~ you're clearly so much stronger than us, so we decided to surrender~"
"Exactly~" Vex agreed, twisting to bump her hips with Keyleth's, their round cheeks bouncing off each other and rippling enticingly. Her cheeks darkened with a blush—swallowing her pride as she showed herself off to the vicious dragon. "And if we're surrendering, we might as well offer ourselves to you, to prove it~ so come on over, big guy, and let us take such good care of you~"
Take the bait, she silently pleaded. Please, dammit, take it.
The bone-deep rumble of Brimscythe’s growl filled the empty cavern air as he appraised them both once more—his gaze locked on the hypnotic sway of the two elven asses before him. For a long, tense moment, he made no move…then, the rumble grew louder, and Vex realized suddenly that the dragon was chuckling. She leaned further into Keyleth, holding her as the dragon stepped closer, his massive frame looming over them both and casting them into shadow as his eyes burned down at them.
“Foolish little elves~ surrender will not save you from my fury, but perhaps you two will prove more worth alive than as snacks~”
Vex swallowed hard at those words, doing her best to keep her face from slipping, even as her gaze darted to the crags surrounding them. Now—now would be a good time for that sneak attack, before they actually had to—
It was Keyleth's gasp that pulled her attention back, and she felt her own breath hitch in her chest. The dragon had moved to loom over them both, the wide expanse of his stomach a ceiling over their heads, and half-crouched on his haunches—his pelvis just above their heads. And as his monstrous growls rumbled over them again, the two half-elf ladies were frozen stiff, watching as a seam in the crotch of the massive beast split open, and something began to slide out into the cool open air over them.
No. Make that two somethings.
Unwittingly, Vex's immediate thought was of Gilmore's riddle. "Where the river splits to become two." She doubted this was what the text had meant, but it certainly came to mind—as the two impossibly massive draconic shafts slid out of their sheath and bobbed before them—both bulged at the base, with knots larger than either of their heads, and shafts longer than their entire torsos. Large ridges and studs ran up and down the lengths—the kind that would make for a delightfully pleasant sensation if they were perhaps a tenth the size, but as they were...
Brimscythe's voice rumbled over them again, and his hips shifted, the massive members swinging like two clubs in an ogre's hands, with enough force to make Vex and Keyleth stumble away from each other. "Well~? You said you two submit~ then show it~ show your worth~" he growled with a taunting chuckle.
Vex bit her lip, dread settling over her like a shroud, and she looked past the two shafts—as well as she could with how massive they were—to Keyleth across from her. There was no getting out of this—not until the surprise attack went off, and until it did, they had to keep the dragon distracted. And...well, from personal experience, there were few things more distracting than...this.
Keyleth met her gaze, a pained grimace on her face...before she stepped up and squished her chest against the lower of the two cocks, a hand moving to stroke and slide up and down the ridged length.
Dammit. She was gonna kill Scanlan when this was over.
"Of course, Lord Brimscythe~" Vex cooed once more in that submissive and supplicant tone, moving to mirror her companion and squish her large and soft breasts against his upper shaft. Her breath caught in her throat, catching that first whiff of heady musk—like petrichor and ozone—making her nose rankle, but she bit her tongue and simply began to stroke and pump her hands along his length.
A hiss of approval rumbled in the stomach-ceiling overhead. "Good~ always a treat to find new pets that know their place~"
Vex grimaced in disgust at that, but said nothing—they only needed to do this for so long, she reminded herself, just long enough for the guys to make their move. She pumped her hands steadily up and down the length, palm scrubbing and dragging across the thick veins and studs—there was only so much she could do, though. If they wanted to keep his attention, keep him distracted, she’d need to up the ante…
Sounds of suckling, smooching moans drew her out of her thoughts. Clearly, Keyleth had the same thought, as the redhead had gone from simply sliding her chest and hands along the lower cock to instead sliding herself down the length until she had moved to the tip. Her hands cupped her breasts and squished them around the underside of his shaft, stroking up and down, as her lips and tongue moved to drag and kiss across the head—prodding her tongue at an entrance as large as her own slit, and sucking softly.
Damn. And here she thought she was the kinkiest member of Vox Machina.
Vex watched the younger half-elf work at her cock a moment longer, almost entranced by the sight, before turning her focus to the shaft before her. She did say all they had to lose was their dignity...oh, fuck it.
She took a step back and moved her hands to her tunic, lifting and tossing it to the side, before following it with her leggings, leaving herself totally nude aside from the thigh-high boots she wore. Biting her lip, she slid her hands up over the massive cock before her, caught her breath, and in a quick motion pulled herself up, mounting it like a horse—her thighs squishing around its girth, her stomach and tits against its upper-side, and her lips hovering just over the massive head.
A deep rumble vibrated through her in response, and she felt more than heard the dragon’s amused chuckle roll over her. “Getting comfortable down there, little elf~?” She could hear the grin on Brimscythe’s face, and shuddered as she felt his cock throb under her.
“Of course, darling~ I just want to make sure I’m doing everything I can to please you~” she crooned, and with her knees clenching tight around the cock’s midsection, she began to rock her body back and forth—large tanned tits rubbing up and down his shaft, her hips rising and rolling to hesitantly grind her folds against the large ribbed ridges. Her breath hitched, and she groaned, moving slow and careful. “Everything to serve you.”
Vax, where the fuck are you?
“Everything~?” A deep chuckle rumbled in the scaled ceiling overhead, and something about it…sent a shudder of dread into her stomach. “Then let us see how you take…everything~”
Before Vex could question what the dragon might mean by that, she felt it—felt the ridges of his cock under her stiffen and shift, then felt a sudden surge. Her eyes widened, and her body arched, as a sudden jolt of electricity zapped through the massive draconic mass she was riding. Out of her sight, at the tip of the other cock, Keyleth let out a sudden squeal, her lips stinging as lightning lashed across them and her tits, and her body jerked, her heels clicking on the rough stone as she struggled to hold herself up.
A wicked laugh roared through the cavern, and another surge of this electricity shot through his massive shafts—not enough to physically harm either of them, but enough that Vex felt her body jerking and moving on its own. Her folds pressed against one of the stiffened ridges, and she gasped as wave after wave of shocking pleasure crashed over her—instinct warring with her own reason as her hips began to grind more earnestly down into the shaft under her. She arched and writhed, struggling to catch her breath.
Gasping, she clung to the cock, holding on for dear life. Her gaze strained for Keyleth, and she felt a pit of shame plummet through her—the younger elf, with her lips right on his cock, was in an even sorrier state than her, her eyes rolling back, her body arching backwards—she was dropping to her knees, and dragon moved with her, pushing his cock down onto her and smothering her with his length. He was going to crush her, and she could do nothing but moan in protest.
This—this had been a mistake.
Vex grimaced, biting her lip as another wave of euphoric electricity lanced through her—her body sliding up and down the shaft, betraying her. They needed to stop this, they needed to stop him—
“Hey! Big and ugly!”
Never had Vex been more happy to hear Grog’s bellowing yell. Relief crashed over her, and she let a smile spread across her face, just as Brimscythe’s snarl shook the room. She did let out a startled gasp as she was flung off his cock, landing in a heap on the ground. Her body tense and shuddering, she collapsed beside Keyleth, the lingering electricity—and, if she were honest, fading edge of her climax—immobilizing her. But that was fine. She didn’t need to fight—she’d done her part.
She felt Brimscythe’s shadow rip away from over them, then the sounds of combat pulling further and further into the cavern. Pained and furious roars shook the cavern and her chest, and she groaned as she rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling overhead. Waiting to hear the sounds of combat finally fade. Waiting to hear of her teammates success.
“We never speak of this, agreed?” she joked to Keyleth, looking to see if the redhead had recovered. “What we did here, we carry to our graves.”
“Hm.” The redhead made barely more than a grunt in response—though, she couldn’t fault her, after what they’d both been through. Her face appeared vacant and distant, her body lightly trembling like hers was.
Vex sighed, closing her eyes. They’d be fine, once they had a chance to rest. But there would be no forgetting this—especially not the last bit. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but reimagine how that dragon’s cock had felt under her—how the electricity had sank into her, and shocked through her body. Perhaps that could be something she could look into, herself, once they finished up here—
She paused, ears twitching. Hearing something. Something approaching.
And not the slow footfalls of her friends.
No. Wings.
Realization crashed over her in the same moment that Brimscythe’s body did—a wicked grin across his face as he stared down at the two elves, victory in his face. “That was a nasty trick you two pulled—and all for nothing, I’m sorry to say.”
Vex’s jaw dropped, a pit of horror filling her, and she struggled to push herself up. “N-no…” she gasped—then, again, louder as she saw a scrap of familiar black leather wedged in the dragon’s teeth. “No!”
“Oh yes, little elves~ but don’t worry~ I won’t go back on my word~” the dragon chuckled darkly, his shadow looming over them both again, massive cocks once more swinging into view. “You two will keep your lives~ so long as you are willing to sate my desires~”
The horror turned to terror, turned to dread, and Vex scrambled to try and pull away—only to suddenly feel two hands on her shoulders. Her eyes widened, and she looked up, relief again—in her shock, she’d failed to notice Keyleth getting up, and moving behind her. She was still here, maybe she could—
“As you wish, Lord Brimscythe~”
A sensual smile spread across the Druid’s lips—her eyes still vacant and distant, but there was something else there now…something dark, and hungry. Vex’s jaw dropped—but before she could get a word out, she felt the breath knocked from her lungs as the heavy weight of draconic cockmeat smacked down onto her, pinning her down. “Very good~ at least one of you knows her place~ and the other will learn it soon~”
Vex wheezed, her body shuddering as she felt the cock slowly slide down her body—down, down, until she felt the tip move to press against her ass. Her legs jerked and spread under him, and she gasped out. “N-no! N-not there! K-Keyleth, please, he-he’s gonna break me!”
“Good~” Keyleth simply purred, the already-mind-broken half-elf caressing her cheek as she held her in place. “Then get broken, so you can serve our master~”
That was the last thing Vex heard before she felt the dragon’s hips swing down, and her world exploded into painful, agonizing pleasure.
Vex, how often when he was a temporary part of the party, did you sneak off to let Clarota fuck you?
The answer was often—very often. The moment she’d met the tentacled horror down in the Underdark, she’d felt drawn to him. Sure, she knew the dangers about his kind—she’d read the same tomes as Vax and sat through the same lessons—but she’d also read more than a few…more interesting books about them…and she couldn’t help but be a bit curious.
Every long rest, every short one, whenever she offered to scout ahead—every chance she got, she let him have his way with her, even letting his tentacles fuck her brain silly. The feeling of them pressing on her brain and slithering through her ears as he bounced her up and down on his cock—she’d remember and crave those sensations for the rest of her life.
It was just a shame he turned around and betrayed them—if he hadn’t, she wouldn’t mind letting him fuck her into mind-empty bliss every day from then on, if given the chance~
▲ Pike's mind might be mush ... but she's not going to let Clarota stop.
More...she needed more. She had gone to the shrine to the Everlight in the Greystone Keep, but it hadn't helped. Her mind was mush, and her thoughts slipped back and forth, thinking only of the sensation of his tentacles filling her, of his cock pounding into her, of pleasure like none other crashing over her again and again. She needed...more...
Before she'd even realized what she was doing, she was standing at the illithid's doorway...walking in...and letting her armor drop to the floor.
[Good girl~ you now know your place~] Clarota chuckled, the mind flayer lounging back on his bed as he watched the shortstack work. The wanton desperation that had possessed her had the gnome riding him with a passionate fervor, her large and soft tits bouncing so temptingly over his head. His eyes gleamed, and facial tentacles reached out to wrap around them, squeezing and kneading and teasing her nipples.
Pike's lips parted in a gasp, but she nodded—desperate, eager, her hands bracing against his powerful chest as she bounced harder and harder on his cock. "Yes~ I do~ I-I can't deny it anymore~ my place is here, on your cock, for you to use~!"
[Very good~] Clarota chuckled, groaning low as his arms wrapped tight around her waist—pulling her down hard to jackhammer remorselessly up into. Use as he wished, he certainly would~ gnomes made such excellent cocksleeves, and one as curvy as her would serve him well for years to come.
