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[flamesofavernus]

Possession

Marcellus (@flamesofavernus) and Serenei (@veinwitch)

[lunarscorching]

THE  HIEROPHANT:  A  grand  cathedral. // hullo c:

@veinwitch

Daylight strikes the motes of dust that glisten down from the arching vaults of the soot stained cathedral ceiling, drifting like sun-washed snow, the front of a winter's storm with clouds not yet to breach the impossible golden halo of the sky.

Haleth sits, nondescript within a pew- hardened yellow oakwood polished by the seat of parishioners who came for years before her to worship these gods, to celebrate death, to mourn the wed.

It is a wedding too this day, though Haleth did not know the parties to be married, her morning was free and the doors open. It was amusing to watch such pageantry, even knowing for herself that feats of romance would never be possible. Perhaps that was the allure, to come as close to the wish of her delusion as possible.

Her gaze affixed to the upward delights, upon the corner of her eyes she senses the seat of the other - unflinching, unmoving from her focus she murmurs; "congratulations to the happy couple," hoping that is all the other may wish to hear to be comfortable in leaving her alone.

[thelxstdrow]

[ TAKEN ]  receiver has a small injury and sender wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. // I've been summoned from the shadows I guess lmao

ᒥ🕷ᒧ—      He had been grazed by an arrow, nothing worthy of concern in his book. Rinnill had suffered more grievous injuries and survived. Having removed his leathers and undershirt, he was preparing to clean the weeping slice when she approached.

"I do not need assistance for--!" His eyes widen as Serenei swipes her thumb under the small wound and licks the crimson liquid with ease. A warmth stirs within the pit of Rinnill's stomach, and he knows the glowing cerulean of a blush is blooming on his cheeks to the tips of his long ears.

Though unsure of what exactly caused him to feel flustered and aroused by the display, he could not deny that it made him feel strongly in such ways. "..." What could he say? He felt at a complete loss for words. Rather, his mind drifted to the pleasure bubbling within and making the crotch of his pants tight.

[chainedbychoice]

@veinwitch cont. from (x)

The floorboards groaned under their weight, the house long since abandoned after its last offering to the Lord of Murder. The smell of old blood and viscera lingered in the walls, sweet and metallic, clinging to the damp, the marks of sacrifice etched into the walls like scars that refused to close. Broken furniture lay scattered where it had fallen, jagged wood still stained dark, a silent witness to the screams that had once filled the suffocating chamber. Through the cracks in the shutters, only a pale, sickly thread of moonlight fell across the floor, making his features a distorted mask of shadow and silver. Serenei was pinned against the boards, her back pressed hard into the splinters, wrists trapped above her head. Curumë loomed over her, his weight pressed into her chest until her breath came shallow, labored, the tip of a dagger pressed cold against her collarbone, biting into the tender flesh beneath her neck. Ribs burned with the strain of drawing oxygen, and her gaze cut up at him sharp and venomous, her lips curling as though she might spit in his face. “You're an imbecile if you wait for me to beg before I suffocate,” Sweat slid in a thin line down her neck, her voice hissed, scraped raw with the effort, yet it struck like a razor driven straight to the jugular. The knife pressed a fraction harder, a threat that could draw blood in an instant. “Just kill me already, let us be done with it.”

Kill me already.

Her words pulsated in Curumë’s mind, merging with the steady thump of her heartbeat and the creaking of the floorboards beneath him. He looked down at her, his gaze frenzied and unfocused. Blood spilled from former sacrifices, the weight of the blade in his hand, the pale, corpse-like skin it scraped against—all of it blended together before his eyes in a beautiful vision of gore and murder.

Inhaling sharply, he pressed the knife farther against the outline of her collarbone, and immediately, crimson began welling from the thin line he had cut into her flesh. Curumë swallowed at the sight. She’d make for such a pretty body, a most precious offering to the God of Murder, Bhaal.

This realization broke the spell.

With a scoff, he spun the knife around, burying it in the plank beside her neck before she had so much time as to blink. His lips pulled back in a smirk.

“No,” he said, nonchalantly, as he shifted more of his weight against her chest. “That would be too easy.” Too obedient to the Deity whose cursed blood ran through his veins and whom he therefore had little hope of escaping from. “I think I shall play with you a little longer, before I steal your last breath from your lips.”

He leaned in close, reaching for her throat, and as his fingers wrapped around the woman’s fragile neck, a gleam of moonlight caught in his eyes, setting them ablaze like ember coals in the darkness.

[thestellarsoul]

@veinwitch — continued from [ ⋆˙⟡ ]

Melting, like sugar in delicious hot steamy tea. The blood sorcerer tugged Melihël closer, her tongue darting to taste the tiefling— and every word of gratitude for the birthday wishes got stuck in her throat. The Stellar soul shuddered, full lips parting to give space for a sigh. Closing her flaming eyes, crackling in desire, she arched her head back, inviting, begging Serenei to continue. 

And just like that, Melihël abandoned herself to Serenei’s soft, demanding touch.

I want to touch her. Clawed fingers ran through strands made from pearls. Silky like always, the daughter of stars mused. Nothing less, of course. They looked like they were bathed in coral hues under the poor radiance the curtain provided. Her other arm sliding on her side instead, around the dips of her waist, greedy hand caressing her clear, scarred skin on the way there. She looked like a vision. She felt like a vision and she would undoubtedly taste like the sweetest dream and the most succulent fruit. And this goddess of milk and blood wanted Melihël? The thought thrilling, overwhelming, her whispers sending jolts all around her body and down into her aching cunt.

“Seren— ah...!” she responded, at least trying to, but her voice cracked as moans followed the first sin-carrying sound when the blood sorceress found the tiefling’s delicate bud; feeling oversensitive under Serenei's gentle care. A rasp chuckle followed: “You should definitely threaten me more with such exquisite promises.” 

Her tail coiled around Serenei’s leg: keeping her close, scaly surface pressing into soft, milky flesh. Its spade-like point already skimming the sweet spot at the apex of the blood goddess’ thighs. The tiefling relishing the shudder that came from the other sorceress: she shouldn't be the only one feeling good, after all. 

“Please, oh please,” she mewled, as she felt her knees growing weaker by the moment, trembling as the half-drowess dreamy strokes insisted on her dampening folds. Her grip on the other woman increasing instead, claws dipping into pliant flesh. So bloody soft.

Serenei wanted whines, yelps? Mel would give her that and everything else. And speaking of more... “Don’t— ah, stars almighty— More, please, Serenei…” 

[moonmaidenboy]

🌟 and ✏️ !

⏾⋆.˚ Munday Questions ⭑.ᐟ

🌟 - What was the first fandom you remember Rping for?

... Hetalia. LMAO. Please don't judge me. I was fourteen.

✏️ - Why did you choose to write your muse(s)?

My goal in BG3 is to romance all of the characters, and so each Tav that I create I do so with the companion in mind that I want them to interact with. Knowing about Shadowheart's backstory, I thought it'd be interesting to pair her with a Selûnite. But as I created Bram, it didn't quite fit him just being a good (not so little) choir boy. And so his rugged backstory was born. I find him quite neat.

[weaveofwaterdeep]

[ 12. ] sender steals receiver’s weapon and presses it to their own chest, daring: “go ahead. prove me right.”. hi hello c:

He saw the other just grabbing his weapon and aiming towards her chest, he didn't want her to get hurt just to prove a point. He slowly reaches to touch her hand with the weapon. " Let's not do that, There's no need to prove anything. " He said out of worry and concern, and a bit of sincerity. He was quite scared that she is doing this upon herself. " I believe you.. " He whispered.

[palespawn]

i know what you're doing. you think you can blink those pretty little eyes & i'll melt.

serenei's words dispel the fog clouding his mind, her mellifluous tone paired with the tantalising scent she seemed to emit naturally was almost bewitching. mouth-watering. astarion pauses, his fingers curling over the edge of their shared log bench, in the space that lay between them, as if to ground himself in the here and now.

when had he leant in? he must have angled himself towards her amidst their fireside conversation. odd, for one with a tendency to remain at arms' length. despite his lapse in concentration, he recovers relatively quickly, straightening somewhat.

“ and? ... is it working? ”

since she could see through him so effortlessly, there was no point in hiding his intentions. the corners of his mouth flick upwards sharply, the devious glimmer in his eyes subdued only by the quick flutter of his lashes.

“ can you fault me for trying? you smell divine. ”

down the rabbit hole, prompts. @veinwitch.