Been a while but Aevar and Sho’tan are back to share that their relationship has been going well. The two are very adorable together.
They also decided to meld their legions together and create their own symbolic sons so I went and got them some mini figures and they painted them to represent their union.
They know their sons aren’t ‘alive’ the way they are, but they wanted to have their own representation of sons like how my husband and I have our son. They also wanted to tell everyone happy Valentine’s day.
It lowkey felt like I blacked out, then woke up four hours later to find this on my screen.
Another character for the Zenith story, this time a sort of lizard/salamander character who has fire magic! Her long-ass bio is under the cut lol
Aitna (She/her)
Hailing from a people whom had to flee their homeland to an island of volcanoes to the South long ago for reasons long forgotten, Aitna grew up on passed down stories of her people’s homeland; a land with warm white sand and clear skies to bask under. There were also tales of their lost guardian, the Solaega; a giant benevolent heat-channeling dragon with a flowing mane and wings that shone like the sun, whom disappeared for unknown reasons around the same time as they lost their original home.
When Aitna was very young, word reached their island of an excavation job headed by the Exploration Guild that centered around a ruin theorized to belong to their ancient civilization.
Outraged by the guild’s decision to continue digging out and examining the ruin without their input or even contacting them, her people sent quite a few representatives to try to get a say in future actions. Upon arriving, they found the location appeared to match the description of the Solaega’s temple.
With certain tales hinting that there might have been a Solaega egg left there, they demanded to know if the excavation had yielded such a thing. The guild denied seeing it, but indicated that there was a report that such an object, assumed to be a large gem by the reporter, had been taken by a thief.
A search for the stolen egg was formed immediately by both the guild and Aitna’s people. After many years with still no word, Aitna devised a plan to become one of searchers. She decided to go where she knew few else had looked, the far North, where the frigid weather was nigh inhospitable for most of her people, but that she figured she could probably survive due to being a fire conduit (meaning she has fire magic).
Upon quite a bit of searching there, she found the young Solaega, whom had apparently hatched around the time of the theft, and the thief herself, whom the dragonet calls a mother.
The lovely Commissar Sacha of @jaghatai-khock x my Salamander Chaplain Dha’vim
Established relationship, first time together. Gets very explicit so be aware :)
Music is crooning out from the speaker set in the corner of the room. It’s old, creating crackles between the notes of the violin. Every sound from the piano feels rich and full, and it is clearly helping Sacha relax.
The commissar isn’t fully calm, but the music has made a notable improvement. That, combined with incense with a heavy focus on lavender, is slowly easing his nerves. Dha’vim can only imagine how intimidating this prospect of intimacy must be for him, given what bits and pieces he has learned of Sacha’s past regarding the subject. The urge to hold him close and reassure him is strong, but Dha’vim waits for Sacha to progress this contact beyond simple cuddling.
That is, if he ever does. Earlier he had managed to rather frantically convey his desire to be intimate later in the night before rushing off to fulfill more of his duties, but had not specified a timeline for it. Dha’vim doesn’t need much sleep, as all astartes can go without for far longer than a human, but he does worry about Sacha.
The man clearly hasn’t rested properly in some time, but the only articles of clothing he has removed are his hat and boots. Meanwhile, Dha’vim had fully removed his armor and chaplain ornaments hours ago, leaving him lounging on his bed in simple robes. Still, he waits.
Dha’vim nearly leaps from his corporeal form in joy when he feels a tentative tug on his robes, a gasp of elation escaping as he pulls it from his shoulders. He has to drag his awareness back down into his body, focusing on how the fabric pulls against his skin. He shivers at the texture, feeling himself starting to get aroused.
He drops the robe off the edge of the bed, feeling the soft, breathable sheets beneath him. Sacha’s eye widens significantly as he stares. His face is hard to read, but the nervousness is still there.
Then, with slightly unsteady hands, he begins to unbutton his coat. Dha’vim has to hold back from kissing him, the amount of trust in such a simple action leaving him equal parts humble and lustful.
“Thank you, Sacha. Thank you.” The man looks utterly perplexed.
“Why are you saying that?”
“Because you are placing trust in me.”
“It’s… just unbuttoning a coat.”
Dha’vim smiles. “You and I are both well aware that there is more significance to it. For both of us. No matter how strange it may sound, this means something to me.”
That lone brown eye, warm like sweet chocolate, stares right into Dha’vim’s soul. That gaze is piercing, but not in a harsh way. Curious rather than suspicious. Analytical, but not detached. Eventually it seems he found what he was looking for. He slowly peels off the coat, face growing red as he does. When he sets it down on the floor, it lands with a light thud. Beneath it is a layer of fur trimmed armor in a style Dha’vim isn’t familiar with.
His focus returns to Sacha when the man leans in close, and he finally gets to close the distance with a kiss. It’s soft, slow, and quiet. He feels Sacha sigh into it, air breezing against his lips as he presses closer. Ever so slowly more skin meets the layer of Sacha’s armor, and Dha’vim can’t help but moan as it is removed.
It clatters to the floor, muffled slightly by the threadbare rug worn down from years of pacing. “Thank you. Beautiful. You’re so beautiful.” Dha’vim pulls back, seeing a surprisingly narrow waist hidden by the heavy layers. Dha’vim lightly caresses it, only to see Sacha curl in slightly, pulling away with a shy look on his face.
“Should I not touch there? Forgive me, my treasure.”
“It’s not that. I just- it’s difficult.” He grabs the retreating hand, and Dha’vim eagerly watches as it is guided to cup that waist.
His hand is so large in comparison. He feels heat radiating beneath his palm, accompanied by the rise and fall of breathing. A deep breath in and a shirt and undershirt are yanked off and tossed aside.
Dha’vim greedily drinks in the sight. He takes in every scar and patch of black hair. He carefully observes the curve of each muscle. The quickening of Sacha’s breathing is even more noticeable without any barriers in the way. A blush is creeping across his pale skin.
“May I use my mouth?” Sacha nods, then closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
Dha’vim adjusts so he is holding himself over Sacha, the leans down to pepper kisses across his torso. He hears the sheets rustle as Sacha grips them, the grip growing tighter when the kisses reach the chest.
Sacha loudly gasps when a nipple is kissed, sending a thrill of pleasure through Dha’vim. He quickly, though still very gently, takes it into his mouth. The deep groan it earns is immensely satisfying, pushing him to lightly suck until he is satisfied with the treatment given.
As soon as he pulls back, he immediately goes to the other. Heat scorches through him when Sacha starts panting, each breath a struggle through every gasp and poorly contained noise.
When the belt is hastily undone, Dha’vim rushes to make room. Sacha moves at a glacial pace, carefully and cautiously pulling off his pants. He sighs deeply when they’re off, and mindlessly pulls off his socks. When he hesitates at the waistband of his underwear, thighs pressing tightly together, Dha’vim kisses his knee.
“Take your time, my treasure. I can wait as much as you need for this gift to be given.”
His face screws up in confusion, though his cheeks are still quite red. “What are you talking about?” Dha’vim is puzzled by the apparent lack of understanding.
“You are sharing this with me, as I am sharing with you.” He pulls at the hem of his own, waiting for a nod before he removes it. Sacha stares in visible shock, then swiftly redirects his gaze right into Dha’vim’s eyes. “There is no need for shame or doubt here, only pleasure. Even if it may be frightening to initiate. Please, Sacha, let me please you.”
Still hesitating. Dha’vim thinks through what he could do to make things easier, searching through his many years of experience for the best option. Suddenly, it hits him.
“What if I started by licking you through the underwear?”
“What? Why would you do that?”
“It lets you keep them on while also creating a soft barrier. It also makes the sensations less intense, which would be good to start.”
Sacha hesitates, taking several deep breaths before gradually parting his thighs. The heady scent of arousal hits Dha’vim hard, guiding him to lean down and place his first tentative lick across the fabric. Sacha lets out a squeak at the contact, and Dha’vim melts at such a precious sound coming from such a strong, well-built man.
Dha’vim starts to set a pace, licking in time with his hips rocking and grinding against the mattress so as not to throw himself off. He quickly starts to get a taste of Sacha due to how much he is leaking through the fabric.
One of Sacha’s hands races to cover his mouth, muffling the sounds attempting to pour from his lips. Dha’vim pulls back slightly to briefly breathe, feeling the air to be much cooler on his face.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, Sacha.” Thighs slam shut on Dha’vim’s head and Sacha quickly covers his face. “What’s wrong? I promise you taste good. I love it.”
“You do?”
“Yes. I love it. Please, let me taste you again. Please, Sacha, my treasure.” His thighs relax, and Dha’vim’s hearts jump into his throat when he hastily pulls off his underwear before covering much of his face again. “Thank you. Ohhh, thank you. Just look how hard you are, that can’t be comfortable. Let me fix that for you. If something feels wrong, tell me. Otherwise, let yourself relax.”
Dha’vim dives in, quickly going to suck Sacha’s cock. His chin is quickly soaked as he listens to Sacha grunt and groan into his hand until he eventually can’t keep it contained. Dha’vim hums as he sucks, and Sacha cries out at the vibrations. His hands race back down to the sheets, though one finds its way into the pitch black coils of Dha’vim’s hair. He starts to rock up into Dha’vim’s mouth, and Dha’vim eagerly cycles between sucking and slowly licking until his tongue slips inside. Sacha gasps loudly the first time it enters, clamping down harshly while his hips buck.
Dha’vim has to pin his hips down, holding him steady and only allowing for softer thrusts so he won’t get thrown off rhythm. The moment Sacha’s voice starts to get higher in pitch, he starts focusing in on his cock.
“Dha’vim! I feel- I’m going to-oh no! I’ll- wait! Dha’vim!”
Sacha weeps, and Dha’vim would be utterly entranced if it weren’t for something equally as incredible. He moans as his entire lower face is soaked, and before he knows it, he is hurtling over the edge.
“Sacha! Ohhhhh, you did so well. Mmmhmmm. So good.”
“Dha’vim, I- I’m so sorry.” He sounds genuinely panicked.
“Why in the world are you apologizing?”
“I just- there’s no way you did not notice.”
“That you squirted? Yes, I did. I’m quite flattered.”
“Excuse me? I what?”
“I fear the name is a bit self-explanatory.” Dha’vim can’t help but chuckle as he slowly collects himself. He lazily wipes his mouth, watching several emotions flash across Sacha’s face.
“You enjoyed it?”
“Of course. I would be happy to enjoy it every day of my life. With you, obviously. But listen to me, high off of release saying things I shouldn’t right now.”
“No, say it.”
Dha’vim meets Sacha’s eyes and finds a certainty there that quickly breaks his resolve. “I have already seen quite a lot with you. Heard various pieces of your story. But I would like to see the rest of it through.” He crawls his way up to lie beside him. “I must sound like an idiot, asking to marry you after one good release, though I must admit it was quite lovely.”
Sacha’s mouth opens and closes repeatedly, not unlike a fish struggling on dry land. Emotions war on his face until it eventually settles on determination. “And yet I accept.”
Before he can even think to elaborate, Dha’vim drags him into a deep kiss, pouring in as much love as he can in a vain attempt to convey everything. He just hopes it will be enough. When Sacha kisses back, he is relieved to find that it is.
Need help for another cosmetic combination! So I opened this post where people can give me random Folklore Creatures to turn Sniper into. And one of them was a Salamander whose ability to be on fire (The Arabia Version).
This is one of the cosmetic I picked him to wear.
I was wondering if anyone can help me what other cosmetic suits this one. Because where he lives is hot!
