#smith hadeon

[starcunning]

👀- mun eyecolor?

Grey-blue. I’m not feeling particularly up to a fresh new selfie atm but they’re my favorite feature and I document them extensively.

[kavtari]

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex?

Kav is pretty center of the road for this one. 69 is the way to go. However, she likes giving more than receiving. It’s the only time she really feels like she’s in control of the other’s state of arousal.

[kavtari]

Choose one muse and tell us how they lost their virginity.

Lynx! @captainlynx

She was young when she left home and started acting like an adult, but she waited for her adulthood birthday to really enjoy herself. She drank too much in Booty Bay and waited for just the right person, whom happened to be an elven sailor with a rakish smirk and an obviously large package in tight leather pants. After bending right in front of him to grab something she ‘accidently’ dropped, the barely adult woman didn’t have to do much else to get shoved on top of a dresser in a private room and used by him and his mates.

[kavtari]

㉘ - How do you usually spend your birthdays?

All through high school and a few years after it was seeing Harry Potter in theaters and going out for food with friends after. My grandmother spoiled me in this by allowing up to ten friends, though usually it was only 5 or so others and then my family.

After getting a regular job, however, I started not doing anything for my birthday; it’s really close to Thanksgiving, which means most retail stores and restaurants are busy as heck and won’t let me request any time off even near my birthday. 

My boyfriend and I have discussed hosting my birthday in May - which is my halfway point!

[warcraftoc]

I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY HADEON

eta: Okay fine I cheated it wasn't ALL THE THINGS but still. STILL. I noticed also you play Hade like he can't do the frick frack anymore. Nallei can still do the bing bang, she just doesn't feel like she really wants to anymore. I can see her using it if she was on a mission to get information or something. Try to emulate a living being but she ends up burning the guy's dick off or something.

[warcraftoc]

smith-hadeon replied to your post:Nallei's kink is... I'm gonna have to make something up here, I don't know her very well yet. Let's go with sensory overload. All the things, all at once.

Well if you’re gonna write it… :P

ffffFFFFFFFFF OKAY THEN JUMP BELOW THE CUT FOR MY HORRID WRITING

ALSO DEAD HORNY GOAT LADY

The room is shrouded mostly in shadow, lit only by a a single torch in crude sconce near the wood and iron door. The air is frigid and a rime of frost is creeping through a particularly large crack in the stone wall.

The room appears to not have been touched in ages, though a few commodities remain from what may have been the former inhabitant; a desk along the wall, empty and covered in scratch marks; a small wardrobe on the opposite side, also empty with the doors hanging off the hinges; a cot in the centre of the room with a crude headboard fashioned out of iron bars, stripped of sheets and leaking rotted straw from many tears.

"This used to be yours?" Aysael ask softly, sharp nails running along the scored wood of the desk she's inspecting. She smiles gently at the huff of frustration coming from behind her.

Nallei groans. "You have asked this twice now. You have also looked around the room at least half a dozen times. My answer is still yes." She sounds disgruntled.

Aysael shrugs to herself, because she knows Nallei cannot see her and it causes a little thrill to shoot up her spine. She turns around slowly to gaze at the draenei, arms and legs shackled in steel chains to keep her from moving too much (Aysael wanted to use leather or cloth but Nallei insisted she would just rip those). The Knight is also completely divest of clothing, bare breasts moving up and down as she pants with breath she doesn't need.

The Kaldorei druid smiles, padding back over to loom above her lover. She does not speak again, letting her fingers do the talking. She runs pointed nails up Nallei's abdomen, feather light, coming up to to scrape gently against a dusky nearly black nipple.

Nallei inhales sharply, tail thumping on the cot beside her.

It continues like this for longer, Aysael continually touching more of Nallei's body, and Nallei becoming increasingly desperate. The Death Knight's body is sickly, feverishly hot, something Aysael can feel radiating against her skin from even two feet away. She only stops touching when Nallei's own nails dig too hard into her palms, thick blackish blood leaking down her wrists.

When she removes her hand, Nallei is shaking. Aysael climbs quietly upon the cot to Nallei's side and licks her lips in thought. She has the draenei teetering on the edge, radiating heat in a moist aura around her body. But she knows if she lets the other up now, Nallei would probably murder her for not finishing what she started.

Slowly, Aysael returns her fingers to Nallei's skin and drinks in the way the Knight jumps at the sensation. Her fingers trail down, down, brushing eventually between her lover's legs where she is almost burning hot. There is hardly any lubrication, but Aysael doesn't think that should bother Nallei in the slightest.

When two of her fingers disappear between the dark folds of Nallei's sex, the Knight arches so violently that Aysael thinks the cot is about to tear in half. Nallei groans loudly, horns clanking against the iron headboard and chains scraping against eachother. She tries to open her legs to give the druid easier access but is unable to do so.

Aysael twists her fingers deeper, also adding her lips to slowly brush near one of the draenei's nipples. She lets a tingle of nature magic to flow through her fingers while she lets a fang nick the perk nipple next to her mouth, and Nallei is done for.

Nallei clenches impossibly tight, arching again as far as the chains allow her. A trail of hot vapour rises from Nallei's mouth as she opens her mouth to let out a wordless sob, more black blood running down her wrists from her lacerated palms.

When it's over, when Aysael gently undoes the chains and wipes the Death Knight's blood from her arms and they're left laying side by side (Aysael insists she be the "Little Spoon" because Nallei is a wonderful space heater), Nallei brushes her lips over her lover's neck and watches over her while she rests for a little while.

They will leave Northrend tomorrow after burning Nallei's old quarters to the ground.

[warcraftoc]

What's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for Nallei?

The sweetest thing anyone has ever done for Nallei would have to be when they accepted her to be a part of the Shadows. Before that she felt alone and lost, without a purpose. Now she has something to strive for.

Also that time Zrimgor offered her a dead body. That was sweet (though she seemed ungrateful at the time because she was highly stressed out). :P

[warcraftoc]

If Nallei could suddenly master one thing, what would it be?

(She would definitely choose to be able to suddenly just know how to make scribe runes. Right now she sucks at it. Sure, she enjoys it as a hobby at the moment but she’s hopelessly terrible at making anything effective.)

It’s night time in Telaar, Nagrad. Most of the crystals around the small town are dimmed and its inhabitants fast asleep. There are a few guards wandering around, patrolling the area for dangers, but other than that, the place is calm, the hum of crystals and the sound of insects buzzing around in the warm night air.

And then there’s Nallei, sitting at a desk at the Telaar inn, wide awake and wearing only a loose robe. Her dark armour sits nearby, placed haphazardly at the foot of the bed. She looks busy, a bit annoyed (but isn’t that her usual look?) at the parchment in front of her. She scrapes a sharp nail across the desk, carving a furrow into it. There are some other similar marks littering the surface.

The parchment, it appears, bears runes. They aren’t the prettiest, and some are sort of sloppy. A few of them look like ink blot messes. Nallei’s writing hand is smeared with various colours and her quill looks more than used at the tip.

The Ebon knight dips the dull tip into an inkwell of red, gritting her teeth in concentration. There is a fresh space on her parchment; she can do this. She remembers what the rune looks like clearly in her mind’s eye. The tip of the quill descends…

…and at the last moment, the ink drips with a huge ‘plop’ on the paper and the quill tip snaps off.

Nallei gapes, brows furrowed in disbelief. Anger soon overtakes her features, a growl forming at her lips. Without a second thought, the Draenei stands abruptly, grabs for her polearm, and jumps down the stairwell still clad in nothing but a sheer robe.

Time to go let off some steam.