UPDATE: my main, @wasteful-sam is no longer shadowbanned, so I just use this blog as an archive for my stuff :3
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Hi, the aRTiSt formerly known as @wasteful-sam, is here. 🥴 So my main blog has been shadowbanned. Dozens of my gifs and photos are not showing up in tags, I can't communicate with people, and I can't reblog like a normal person. Which is why I am moving here for the timebeing, because I really miss the whole Tumblr experience (I really don't think Tumblr will fix my issue anytime soon).
So, the plan is:
☆ I will post my new stuff here and reblog it to the main blog.
☆ I will mass follow all my mooties on here and reblog them to this blog, so that the reblog visibility is better.
☆ I will be slowly reblogging all my old gifs on here, in case Tumblr decides to delete my main permanently. 🥴 All my old stuff will be under the #wasteful sam archive.
☆ Please DO NOT tag @wasteful-sam if you comment or tag me in something, TAG this new blog instead. I don't receive tag notifications to my old blog, so I won't even see your tag. T_T
Anyway, expect a follow from an even more unhinged me soon! CHEERS, BLORBOS!
Of course, Nimriel doesn’t have an official title. She’s no knight or anything, far from it 😅But Lady Nimriel is the way the tiefling children call her, because she is their hero 🥹 Even Rolan gets to call her that, although at first it was in a very ironic manner. xD The origin of a title back from Chapter 15 under the cut:
The wizard sighed and took off the ring reluctantly. Out of all three pests, he trusted Ide the most, "Please don't drop it, it's a gift," he warned, handing it over.
The child carefully took the ring and put it on her index finger. It was far too big, but she gazed at it, captivated, "It is beautiful," Ide murmured slowly, "Who gave it to you?"
Rolan couldn't help but smile a little, "Nimriel did."
Hearing the name, Mirkon swiftly got excited, "Lady Nimriel?!"
Rolan chuckled at hearing those two words in the same sentence, "Yes, Lady Nimriel."
Mirkon's eyes widened at the mention of the beloved hero, "Yay! That means you're getting married!"
Oh Mirkon, my naive sweet summer child xD The biggest supporter of the Thunder Valkyrie ship xD
Name a few dimensions
We can flow between with no obstructions
Another timeline, I′d give anything to find
Adorned by countless souls seeking further untold
At this winter, you will be
And if I join you there, you will ask me
"Is it really you?"
Let's search the sky for a while
You and I
Collide like two stars for a while
You and I
"Yes," Nim breathed out heavily. The way he pounded into her, hurtling her body as if she were nothing but a rag doll, made the drow writhe. "No one comes close to you. No one's ever made me such a mess," she admitted shakily.
"They didn't know who they were dealing with," Rolan roared in response, succumbing to primal lust, "How to touch, kiss, fuck the divine - aah - and lascivious."
Tags: Shameless smut, rough sex, cunnilingus, Rolan is confident and dominant AF, ass slapping (a lot), dirty talk
Summary: After a close call in battle, Rolan and Nimriel have to confront the insatiable lust they have for each other. The lovers go through a full circle of emotions: anger, regret, passion, and devotion. Hiding feelings in plain sight, they succumb to each other, knowing that tomorrow may never come.
NSFW prompt #1 for the @rolaninto2026 event: "We shouldn't be doing this". Thank you for organizing the event <3
Notes:
For people who haven't read "Worthy": This smut can be read as a separate fic, no prior knowledge is required. Nimriel is a drow ranger Tav, in an established romantic relationship with Rolan. The events take place a month after Lorroakan is killed, but before the final battle. If the story got you interested, you can check the "Worthy" longfic.
For my dearest “Worthy” readers: I hope you enjoy! <3 This smut is 100% “Worthy” canon, just takes place a little ahead of the current timeline. Specifically, a month after Lorroakan’s death. As you can imagine, the only spoiler is that Nimriel and Rolan got together and are now a couple. 😅 But, I mean, it was expected. :3
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A blur of motion: swords brandishing, spells flashing through the dust-filled air. Yet, in this commotion of tense, bloodied bodies, the couple never lost sight of each other.
This was Rolan's first time joining the party in combat since he became the Master of Ramazith’s Tower. Today was exceptional: he usually conducted their dealings in his study, not on the battlefield.
In truth, the tiefling was far too occupied with restoring the Tower's former glory. As well as the preparations for the final confrontation with the Illithids. Which, Rolan was certain, would come soon.
Yet, his once non-existent personal life has unexpectedly taken center stage. Nimriel was just as busy, but they made the precious alone hours count.
Day meetings with the party. Rare celebrations at the Elf Song tavern. Secret encounters behind the bookshelves of Sorcerous Sundries. Passionate nights in his bedroom. In these twenty-eight days, Rolan and Nimriel had it all.
It just so happened that today the couple’s encounter happened on the battlefield. The whole eternity - two days, to be exact - had passed since they saw each other. When Nim suggested he join them on the hunt for cultists, Rolan jumped on the opportunity. “They contraband rare ingredients to the Foundry, sounds like your field of expertise,” she mentioned casually, but an eager glint in Nim’s eyes gave her away.
The plan was to catch the fiends off guard while they were transporting the cargo to Rivington. A simple, yet effective ambush on the narrow road up the cliffs. One might say, a perfect nature getaway from the city’s bustling streets.
Now, in the heart of the battle, Rolan wondered if Nimriel had chosen this encounter on purpose. Compared to their previous fights, this one felt almost too easy. Surely, there were forty opponents. But they were outmatched by Wyll, Karlach, Lae’zel, Nim, and himself. It was as if Nimriel knew the risks were low and Rolan would be safe either way.
The unamused tiefling missed the point completely. It wasn’t that the cultists were weak. Rolan has grown more powerful. The daily training and the arcane surge of the Tower nourished him plenty.
Nimriel knew this. What’s more, she couldn’t help but enjoy watching him in combat. Her wizard always fought with passion in his moves. But now he was also fueled with raw confidence. There was something regal about him conjuring the ice storm with ease. The way his body floated seamlessly in the air while he threw lightning bolts left and right. How elegant and commanding were his fingers when Rolan cast dominate on Absolutists. She was in awe of him, happy that the wizard had finally reached his true potential. And Nim’s hormones? They wanted to feel Rolan’s confidence and control envelop her entire body.
The drow would occasionally catch him glancing back at her. A yard-long stare, full of concern and yearning.
To him, Nimriel was the only person who existed atop that forest cliff. Rolan marveled at his huntress on a prowl – an unstoppable force of nature. So elegant, fast, and deadly.
Still, like all things mortal, she was far from invincible.
It all happened in a heartbeat. An eldritch blast knocked the ranger off her feet, close to the cliff’s edge. Luck, however, betrayed her tried-and-true Phalar Aluve. All Nimriel saw was the sword’s hilt gleaming in the sun before it flew off the steep edge.
Caught in the heat of the battle, Nim denied all logic. Cursing profusely, she leaped off the cliff to save her precious sword. A move that left Rolan less than impressed.
He didn’t think or hesitate.
First - a lightning blast straight to the chest of the cultist who targeted Nim.
Then - a misty step to the cliff’s edge.
Finally, he quickly cast a feather fall on himself and Nimriel, still in his reach.
Rolan came to his senses only when he felt her body in his arms. The jump and the catch escaped his memory - the tiefling was way too worried for that.
“Hey!” Nimriel exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Isn’t it my handsome savior?”
“Are you insane?” the wizard yelled back at her. He looked down: the ground was still far from them. If not for a feather fall, the end of the heroes’ story would be far too embarrassing to write down.
“And don’t “hey” at me!” Rolan continued, locking eyes with Nim again, “What were you thinking?!”
“I wasn’t,” the drow replied simply, “But I’d be damned if I lost the Sting in such a stupid way!”
“The Sting?!” the tiefling rolled his eyes, “Gods, you are unbearable!”
The lovers’ bickering continued until they finally landed on the solid ground. The area resembled a small, abandoned forpost: a sluggish river, ruined stone structures overgrown with vines, not a soul in sight. It would be a nice place for a picnic, Nim thought, before noticing her sword on the ground.
“All’s well that ends well,” she shrugged, picking up Phalar Aluve and looking it over. Her gaze then drifted up, “You think there’s a way around the cliff? Can you fly us up?”
Getting back into battle was the last thing on Rolan’s mind. Without uttering a single word, he picked the drow up and carried her further from the riverbank.
Moments later, Rolan gently set her down, worrying eyes sweeping over Nimriel’s frame. His hands followed suit as he mapped Nim’s body inch by inch, looking for signs of injuries. The tiefling shot her a demanding glare, prompting the drow to discard her sword and backpack. Still weave-charged, his palms glided over her shoulders, hands, and back, leaving electrifying warmth on exposed skin.
Nimriel felt his quiet fury and the battle adrenaline blooming into possessiveness. Standing tall, Rolan loomed over her, breathing unevenly. His commanding nature would rarely come out around Nim. Yet, she welcomed it. No one has ever looked at her with such intensity, wanting to drown in her, to be consumed by her without a trace. It was as terrifying as it was exhilarating.
Suddenly, his fingers dug into her waist, forcing the huntress to look at him.
“Don’t ever do this again, you hear me?” the wizard’s voice, deep and shaken, rumbled like the king’s order.
Nimriel shook her head, trying to calm him down, “I’m fine, not even wound-”
Rolan silenced Nim with his mouth, making her choke on words. A ferocious, desperate kiss. A punishment for her recklessness. A blessing for her survival. Nimriel surrendered to both. With a moan, she breathed out, letting his tongue do the talking.
His scent was intoxicating: a blend of arcane, and ozone, and blood – all pushing, all so tempting and demanding. Nim wanted that smell on herself, leaning closer, rubbing their bodies together. Metal against cloth, her steel nerves against his flame-tried temper.
Nimriel’s movements only seduced Rolan into greater urgency. The wizard’s hands slid to her hips, kneading them, guiding them to stay perfectly between his. Her carelessness maddened him just as much as her affection. Rolan bit her tongue hard enough to make Nimriel jolt before parting for air.
The drow glanced at him, still dazed by the kiss. Panting heavily, Rolan looked like a dire wolf who had his prey cornered: confident and hungry. Yet, his eyes flickered with angry devastation. Still holding her hips close with one hand, he lifted Nim’s chin with the other.
Taking another good look at her, he repeated quietly, but with no less authority, “Do not ever do this again.”
Rolan exhaled, pupils wide. His lips trembled against her cheek as he mumbled, “I… I almost…”
The tiefling’s eyes shut - his worry gave way to something feral. He kissed her cheek, then licked it once, twice, before sucking in her skin. Rolan’s sloppy kisses moved lower, teeth grazing her chin and neck as he tasted Nimriel again and again. His hands shot to the small of her back, urging her even closer.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Nimriel mumbled with zero conviction, tussling his hair absentmindedly. Her put-on reluctance was quickly contradicted: her hand found the base of Rolan’s tail, fingers massaging its underside. The drow already knew what would rile her wizard even more.
Rolan stopped and met her gaze. His questioning expression faded - the lust in her eyes gave a wordless, loud permission. He slowly cupped Nim’s face, pleading for her to listen.
“I don’t care. I can’t accept I almost lost you,” the wizard stated breathlessly, “I need to feel that you are here,” he paused, kissing the corners of her mouth, “Your taste, your smell, your warmth. Everything.”
She kissed him back, tender lips soothing his frustration, “You can’t lose me,” Nimriel countered softly as her hand started unbuttoning the top of his robe, “At this point, I am yours completely.”
Her fingers reached under his clothes, pressing to his heart, “You think I didn't notice how you practically devoured me with your eyes the whole battle? I can't escape you, I can't deny you. And I don't want to,” Nim assured.
Rolan exhaled sharply, as if something in him finally broke. He crashed his lips into hers, hands kneading her ass possessively, “You’re making me lose my mind,” he growled into her mouth.
“Good, that’s what I want,” Nimriel murmured, already stroking his half-hard cock through his trousers, “Just like when you lost it on the battlefield today. Made you feel alive, didn’t it? Certainly made me tingle - seeing how ferocious you were.”
Rolan heaved in response, the images of their close encounter plaguing his mind, “More than that,” he replied, spreading her legs wider with his knee. His hand traced the seam of her pants, finding what the wizard craved. Her pulsating, warm pussy, “Alive, determined, powerful. When I fought next to you, I was all of it.” He circled her clit through tight leather, coaxing a whimper out of Nim.
She smiled, leaning into his touch, “You are, with or without me, battle or not.” His skilled fingers were twisting her patience thin, “Show me. Fuck all of it into me.”
The wizard crossed the edge of his restraint. He parted from Nimriel, only to descend to his knees, pressing his face against her body. Rolan stopped once he reached her trousers, sliding them down with reverence. His lips followed the path of his hands. A kiss to her bare hipbone, her lower stomach, the delicate tip of her slit.
“I will,” he promised, “But first…” Rolan helped Nim discard the trousers, leaving her bare and trembling in anticipation. His hands landed on her thighs, parting them, exposing her completely.
Kneeling before her, Rolan was a vision of devotion and resolute, intertwined. He looked up, a feral, burning glint in his eyes.
“You must know. You enmeshed me in your snares,” Rolan heaved, pressing his lips to her knee, “I have no illusions about the risks you take daily. But seeing it unravel before my eyes only tightens the rope,” his slick tongue carved a slow, wet path up to her inner thigh. Their eye contact never broke.
“And when you declare that you are mine,” another lick, then a bite, now closer to her slit, “What choice do I have but to tear apart anyone and anything that threatens you?” he questioned, anger returning to his voice.
Nimriel felt goosebumps enwrapping her skin. The determination in his tone left no doubts: this very moment, Rolan was ready to kill anyone for her. The drow let out a surprised whimper. Her legs involuntarily closed in another burst of arousal.
Rolan noticed, of course, the fire in his eyes burning brighter. “And you would enjoy watching me do it, wouldn’t you?” his tone remained serious even as he placed his palms over her thighs, spreading them again, “Show me.”
A pleasant shiver of Rolan’s commanding voice made Nim obey instantly. He was still looking into her eyes even as his tongue made a broad, greedy stroke against her pussy. Rolan’s eyebrows arched, a pleased, arrogant hum escaped him.
“So fucking wet,” he curved his tongue, catching on her entrance, teasing her. “The thought of never seeing you blush again when I pleasure you,” Rolan hissed, licking with more insistence, “Makes me want to do unspeakable things.”
Nim moaned shamelessly, arching her back as she pressed firmer against his mouth. Rolan lapped at every curve of her folds, marking her generously with his slick desire. His eyes still devoured every small reaction on her face. The wizard’s own expression embodied the mixture of ferocity and devotion.
“Don’t think ‘bout it,” Nimriel whimpered, her fingers gently tugging at his hair, “I am here, with you.”
The tiefling stopped, his brows furrowing. Suddenly, he surged up, leveling with Nim.
“It is not enough,” Rolan objected strictly, before diving down to bite at her neck. Nim’s gasp was quickly soothed with the flick of his hot tongue against the bite mark.
Nimriel’s eyes searched his, questioning. Rolan looked shell-shocked, bothered by Nim's obliviousness. Still, his hands roamed her body, tugging impatiently at her corset. Despite his frustration, the urge to be one with her was overwhelming.
“I want you to realize-” the wizard challenged her with a glare, “that you can’t keep on living like you are the only person left in the realm.”
Her breath hitched, but Nim wouldn’t dare to argue with her lover. Rolan was right in his desire: to have her safe. To watch her live. To be by her side until the very end. Today, the wizard finally let it slip how the thought of losing her petrified him.
And Nim? She couldn’t guarantee him tomorrow. Perhaps, not even tonight. The huntress only had now, and she intended to make it count.
She watched, glassy-eyed, as Rolan unlaced her corset, helping Nimriel out of her armor. Once bare, the drow leaned into him immediately, kissing Rolan with the same possession he showed her earlier. The friction of her nipples against his blood-soaked robe made Nim shiver and crave more of his touch. Rolan felt it too, fondling her hips, pulling her impossibly close.
As they parted, his lips kept tracing the delicate silk of her neck. Rolan’s attention, however, was entirely dedicated to what Nimriel had to say.
“You are right,” she mumbled, breathing heavily, “I need to be punished for my vagary. I want to.”
Rolan’s lips and tongue slowly circled the path down to her breasts. Yet, a knowing, mournful smile spread across his lips. His huntress loved to play charades with him. It was her way to spare the wizard’s feelings. Rolan was grateful all the same. Nimriel was giving her all to him. Right here, at a time like this, disregarding the rest of the world. How could he not give in to her completely?
“It will not absolve you from any future misfires,” the wizard murmured, unable to resist cupping her pussy again. His thumb stroked the top of her slit, nesting in between.
“I know, but I don’t care either,” Nimriel insisted, gliding above his eager fingers, “I was wrong to make you worry. And I want to apologize the best way I can,” she whispered, her hand squeezing his clothed cock impatiently.
A pleased thrum left Rolan’s throat. His tongue kept on toying with her nipple. He didn’t rush with an answer, taunting her. Nim wanted to be punished after all – how could he deny her? Finally, as her writhing and whimpering grew chaotic, Rolan slurred mockingly, “Spell it out for me, will you?”
Nimriel rolled her eyes, but a small smile only confirmed she enjoyed his arrogance, “Fuck me, Rolan. Until we are so sore we’ll forget about the battle.”
He didn’t have to be told twice. With a groan, Rolan kneeled, his mouth closing tightly around her clit. Nim cursed at the sudden sensation, grabbing onto his horns for dear life. She felt Rolan smirking against her skin before he sucked in the bud. He moaned at how swollen it was, how desperately it wanted to be cherished by his tongue. The pads of his fingers moved carefully against her folds, spreading the lips and massaging in the moisture. Rolan intended to drink all of it, but not before her body would start begging.
It didn’t take long: overwhelmed, Nimriel tugged his horns up. She shifted, pressing her pussy closer to his lips, her whines desperate and demanding. A familiar aroused hiss followed, and then Rolan’s tongue was all over her folds. He licked and nipped at her as if starved. His palms glided over her ass, slapping it playfully each time Nim grew particularly loud.
His length throbbed painfully, stretching the fabric around it. Rolan blindly unlaced his trousers, giving himself a couple of measured, soothing strokes.
“So hard,” Nim stammered, watching him, “Don’t w-wait, you can thrust.”
The tiefling slowed down, looking up at her once more, “So inpatient, wanting to be filled,” Rolan purred, rubbing her clit with his thumb. The way Nimriel – this battle-hardened, daring huntress - always turned beet red he’d go down on her, never failed to melt Rolan’s heart. At moments like this, she was his delicate violet flower. He wanted to bask in her beauty, to rub her petals as gently as he could. “Don’t be a brat. If you want it this bad, you must soak my tongue first.”
Wasting no time, he dove deep again, plunging his tongue into her pussy. Nimriel whined loudly, feeling it greedily explore her walls. It made Rolan slap her one more time, claws digging deeper into her flesh, holding her whirling body still.
The sensation was all too much. Nim breathed out his name before shuddering against his mouth. Rolan was relentless, drinking her honeyed release until her knees gave in.
Breathless and amused with himself, Rolan leveled with Nim, face moistened with her arousal. Her dazed and grateful expression was everything the tiefling had hoped for.
“Come here,” he hissed, drawing Nimriel close. Rolan’s glance flicked with arrogance before he drove his tongue into her mouth. The taste of her own release made Nim shiver. The next wave of desire struck her as if it were untamed summer lightning.
“Taste how sweet you are?” Rolan questioned between kisses, holding his lover tight, “Is this what you wanted to take away from me?”
“I wouldn’t dare. Not when you are this bossy,” Nim chuckled, kissing him back as fiercely.
The wizard parted from her for air, lips gliding over hers as he spoke, “Not bossy, concentrated on what I want.”
“Right,” she mumbled, feeling his erect cock throbbing against her stomach, “Bossy it is.”
Rolan smirked, his right hand coaxing her thighs to spread for him again, “Look at you, can’t bear not being in charge for once?”
“Who said that I don’t like you being in charge?” Nim asked, her fingers drifting along the ridges of his length, “You can be. Just remember that, when it comes to battles, I am still your commander,” she said smugly, hoping her little provocation would work.
It did.
Rolan replied with a smug hum of his own. He caught Nimriel’s chin, tracing her lips with his index finger before parting them, “My dearest commander, you know better than to mock me. Could it be that your daring behavior is intentional?”
“Oh, you are smart,” Nim teased, licking his fingers.
The tiefling shook his head, pressing his forehead to hers, “We clearly need to find a better occupation for your pretty mouth,” Rolan grunted, sticking his tongue out.
Nimriel obeyed, sucking in his tongue, looking at Rolan through her eyelashes. A devious reminder of how she always glanced at him while swallowing his length. The imagery alone almost made the Master of Ramazith’s Tower come. But Rolan didn’t want to waste it. Not while the desire to rut into her soaked, silk pussy has overtaken his every cell.
The tiefling began stroking his cock, brushing its tip generously against her folds. He groaned into the kiss, feeling her wetness spreading all over his twitching flesh.
It wasn’t long before the drow whined, trying to press closer to him. Rolan only purred in amusement, curling his tail around Nim’s waist to hold her in place.
“Ask nicely, commander,” Rolan taunted, barely capable of not thrusting into her. He rolled his hips, catching on Nim’s entrance.
“Please,” she squirmed impatiently.
Rolan repeated the motion, “Not convinced.”
Everything fell silent as their eyes met. Rolan didn’t expect Nim’s face to soften into a knowing, warm smile. Shortly, her hands were over his chest, peeling off the remaining layers of his robe, “I need to feel you, too.”
With his clothes being discarded mindlessly, Nimriel caressed the pointy ridges of his chest. And then, she whispered the loudest confession, “Please do whatever you want to me, my insatiable dragon.”
An electrified tingle ran through Rolan, filling him with hot white arousal. He picked her up with ease. Holding Nim’s hips, he balanced her above his cock, hissing, “Hang on tight.”
She grabbed his shoulders, wrapping her legs around Rolan’s torso. A high-pitched “ah” escaped Nim when his searing tip penetrated her. Rolan smirked, feeling her wet heat enwrapping his ridges snuggly. He always fit perfectly inside her. Perhaps because every collision of their bodies felt so natural, so absolutely inescapable.
Nimriel closed the distance, impaling herself on his throbbing cock to the hilt. She began moving instantly, riding Rolan as if he belonged to her and her alone.
“Nim-h,” the tiefling blurted, thrusting up, trying to catch up to his lover. His tail flew up, coiling around her thigh, his hands already groping every inch of her slick body.
“L-love when you hold me,” she moaned, pushing herself onto him faster and faster. Each thrust - a gratifying taunt to her sweet spot.
Rolan groaned at the sensation of his ridges catching on her walls at a maddening pace. Nim wanted to tear him apart completely. Drown him. Devour him. And he’d let her, again and again. He caught her collarbone in a wolfish bite, edging his lover on, “Hard to h-hold someone so wild,” the wizard breathed out heavily. Yet, his pace was as relentless as hers, “My huntress.”
“Yours?” Nimriel asked teasingly, slowing down.
“Yes!” he replied immediately, mouth wide open, unable to control his whimpers. “Mine!” Rolan hissed, his tongue licking the place where he’d bitten her.
Nim stopped, urging him to halt as well. His cock throbbed impatiently deep inside her, but all Rolan could do was watch her.
She moved his hands from her hips to under her ass. Then, her palms locked behind his neck, “Prove it,” Nim demanded. She lifted her legs and leaned her calves against his shoulders. Except for those points of contact, her body hung in the air, relying solely on her lover’s strength.
The tiefling stared in awe, struggling to understand how Nimriel folded herself in half so casually. All Rolan knew was that he was one lucky bastard. Her lean, light body was now completely at his mercy, presented for his depraved enjoyment.
Still holding him by the neck, Nim drew her face close to Rolan’s, “You wanted to be in charge so badly...” She clenched around him, making them both whimper. The new angle let his cock penetrate Nimriel even deeper, “...what better way to do it than to take what’s yours? Don’t hold back.”
A piercing shiver ran down his spine. Grabbing her tighter, Rolan began to pull out.
They both savored every inch.
Every maddening pull of the angle.
"Haa. You are fucking devious for this."
"D-don't act like you don't enjoy it," she whispered against his mouth.
"This-" he was almost all the way out, his throbbing tip threatening to slip out, "-is to die for".
And then, Rolan swiftly drew all the way back into her. A divine torture.
"Fuck," the tiefling's eyes rolled back. His mind went blank. Only the feeling of her stuffed, dripping pussy, suffocating him, "Mine completely."
Drunk on Nim's loud whimpers, Rolan grew possessive again. He began moving her hips back and forward, rapidly rutting into her.
"Yours," Nimriel panted, pressing her forehead to his, "Ahh, you're so deep. D-don't stop."
She clamped on him even harder, making Rolan whimper at an embarrassingly high pitch. But he didn't care. He was drowning in her honeyed, wet heat, her uneven breathing against his own opened mouth.
Unable to resist, Rolan kissed Nim sloppily before resuming his punishing pace, "Your body, your moans, your lips - fuck - your tight pussy. Mine."
"Yes," Nim breathed out heavily. The way he pounded into her, hurtling her body as if she were nothing but a rag doll, made the drow writhe. "No one comes close to you. No one's ever made me such a mess," she admitted shakily.
"They didn't know who they were dealing with," Rolan roared in response, succumbing to primal lust, "How to touch, kiss, fuck the divine - aah - and lascivious."
"Rolan!" she desperately pushed back onto him, "You yourself are divine, beloved."
The word. He didn't realize at first. But once it hit him, Rolan knew he could hold any longer, "I'll give you everything, Nim, as long as you let me," he moaned, locking her hips in place. The heat of his release consumed them both, pulling them under the heavy blanket of daze.
The silence that followed was sobering, if only for a short while. Embraced, they panted heavily against each other, bodies still shivering.
"It was perfect," Nim purred, wiping sweat off his brow.
"What, you had doubts?" Rolan smirked, only to hide how her praise made his heart flutter. The wizard caught her gaze, lingering. If only he could, he'd make them freeze in this moment for ages. "Gods, Nim..."
His intense stare made Nimriel blush again, "What? Lost all your words in convulsions?" she teased. The drow attempted to get off him, but Rolan stopped her once her legs reached his waist.
"Please, don't," he muttered, "I'm not done with you."
The revelation excited her, "Oh? Haven't had enough of me yet?"
He didn't. It was never enough, not with her.
Rolan slowly thrusted forward, his length growing hard again inside her, "Not in the slightest. Besides-," the tiefling leaned in, kissing her tenderly, "-you wanted me to make you sore. And you still look way too lively."
She grinned into the kiss, hands gliding over his tense torso, "You're right. I wouldn't want the Master of Ramazith's Tower to break his promise."
Rolan parted from her, already overtaken by a new surge of lust, "I want you on your hands and knees, then, my huntress."
Nimriel huffed, feeling feverish already. Once he let her go, she turned around and leaned her back against Rolan, “I can’t resist you when you’re like this,” Nim murmured.
“Like wha-?” Rolan stammered. The drow arched her back just right, rubbing her ass against his groin. Such a dirty trick, he thought. Nim was perfectly aware of all his weaknesses. And she didn’t hesitate to use all of them against him.
“When you discard your prim and proper attitude,” Nimriel explained, descending on all fours, “And just being shameless about your desires,” she looked over her shoulder, rolling her hips in invitation, “It’s reassuring.”
“Reassuring?” Rolan followed her down. His hands landed softly on her hips, gliding, savoring their velvet feel.
“Shows that you’re fond of me,” Nim hummed, rubbing against his palms.
A genuine, confused chuckle escaped Rolan’s throat, “Fond of you?” he repeated, eyes devouring the sight of her perfect curves. The tiefling kneaded Nim’s inner thighs, coaxing her to spread them.
She was so wet and swollen, quivering with anticipation. She had already taken him so well. Yet, she craved more. She craved him. Of all people she could have kneeling before her, it was him. This realization sometimes hit Rolan out of nowhere. And each time, it turned him into a wavering ball of sheer nerves and devotion.
"It doesn't hurt, does it?" Rolan asked, carefully touching her folds with his knuckles.
"Not at all. Why?"
He exhaled hazily, "I don't think I can show much restraint after seeing you like this."
"Hmm, sounds promising," Nimriel probed sweetly.
Her joke fell on deaf ears. Rolan suddenly felt blue. The kind of blue that sneaks up on you when you swim in a river of bliss. The kind that whispers confessions you tuck into the deepest corners of your mind.
"Fond of you… Doesn't even begin to describe it," Rolan echoed, pressing his tip to her slit.
He moved carefully, enamored with how greedily she devoured him. "I want you, Nimriel."
The way Rolan said it – so devastatingly simple – made Nimriel turn again. Dazed, the tiefling watched her body with reverence, consumed by it entirely. His hand slid up Nim's back, moving her to meet his throbbing cock.
Rolan took his time, his first push slow and electrifying.
"You've taken so much out of me," he sibilated, "But I can't. I want to be inside you again and again."
His pace remained painfully sluggish, making Nim push against him, "Rolan, please."
A slap against her ass. Voluminous and stinging. The kind of slap he knew would make her pussy leak even more.
"Patience, my huntress," Rolan leaned down, soothing the red mark on her skin with his tongue, "I told you, want to keep you on my cock for as long as possible."
"I know, but," Nimriel didn't get to finish her sentence. His other hand reached underneath her, massaging her clit in circular motions. "You're playing dirty," she whimpered.
"It's nothing compared to what you do to me," Rolan groaned, leaning closer into her. He slapped her once more, before gliding his palm further up her spine, "The way your body moves, I-" his thrusts grew quicker, "I can't fucking take it."
He leaned further into her, hands pressing tightly around Nim's waist. The tip of his tail flew up, working her clit instead of his fingers. He couldn’t let any part of her escape him, even for a second.
"Thought I am going to lose it in the middle of the battle today," he confessed, "Only you can look so seductive when cutting limbs left and right."
Nimriel huffed, unable to resist pushing back into him, "I watched you too," she moaned, "Watched and wanted."
"Tell me," he hissed into her ear.
"So relentless," she breathed, clenching harder around him, "Flying around like you ruled this plane. And I - ah - all I could think about was you dropping everything and bending me over right there and then."
His grip on her strengthened. Next moment, the air filled with a rapid succession of wet slaps of skin on skin and their shameless moans.
“I’d done it if you asked me,” Rolan huffed, rutting into her as if possessed.
“Fuck, Rolan, don’t say things like that,” she pleaded, “I already c-can’t think straight when you’re close. You have me wrapped around your finger.”
“You’ve had me wrapped around yours day one. Don’t think. Just give yourself to me,” he groaned.
They both lost it in a sea of their raw, white want. Cursing, screaming each other's names, chasing each other's pleasure. Nothing mattered anymore.
They collapsed together, bodies tangled in a shared ecstasy. Taking a deep breath, Rolan rolled them over, placing Nim on top of him. For a while, they lay in silence, listening to the thundering of each other’s hearts.
“Nim,” he started quietly, “What you said…”
She slowly tilted her head up, but couldn’t withstand his gaze for more than a second. Rolan watched Nimriel’s cheeks quickly blossom with patches of red flowers.
“When I called you “beloved”?” she asked, already knowing.
“Yes.”
“I…,” Nim paused, her index finger drawing circles mindlessly against his chest, “I just… it felt right to me. I… I wanted to,” she replied sheepishly, still making no eye contact, “I am sorry if this startled you.”
Rolan barely suppressed the urge to pull Nimriel into the longest, most tender kiss. But he simply knew better. It was not the time to act on his feelings. Only when Nim would be ready, comfortable enough to face him.
She already was his heart, his beloved. Long before their confession or even their victory over Lorroakan. Rolan couldn’t tell when Nimriel had become an indispensable part of his life. It felt like it was always meant to be. A mere six months ago, Rolan would have considered such dependency pathetic. Now, the wizard had to accept that Nim had shattered his common sense irrevocably.
No matter how hard he tried to remain composed, the corners of his mouth curled into a timid smile. “I see,” he whispered, kissing the crown of Nim’s head, “You can call me that, if you want.” Rolan paused, but couldn’t help it, “No matter the place or the… activity we partake in.”
Still blushing, Nim chuckled, “You are too cute, Rolan.”
Seeing his unamused expression, she laughed harder, “Only you can go from spilling dirt while pounding into me to calling it-,” Nim pinched her nose to mimic his voice, “-oktivities.”
“You’d rather I call it “pounding”?!” he grimaced.
Nim leaned closer, kissing the tip of his nose, “At least you didn’t call it “fornication,” that would take me out for certain,” she giggled.
“Didn’t realize being polite and biology-aware was laughable,” the wizard deadpanned.
“Sorry for doubting your esteemed qualities. Can I make it up to you?” the drow wheezed.
Rolan fell silent, thinking, “If possible, stay with me tonight,” he finally replied.
Nim’s features softened as she considered the offer. “I will. We don’t have any other missions planned for today,” she sighed, finally remembering they had left the party to fend for themselves. Nimriel didn’t doubt their strength, but indulging here while the other fought felt wrong. “But we need to get going.”
Before she could get off him, Rolan caught her hand - a silent plea to face him again. The tiefling studied Nimriel’s features, as his trembling body exposed his nerves. Finally, he uttered, quiet but certain, “Beloved.”
Nimriel’s heart dropped, sending scorching terror across her body. She felt his sincerity with every fiber of her being. Nim was mortified by how much she enjoyed Rolan calling her that. Mortified by its implications. Mortified, she won’t be given enough time to cherish it.
Despite it all, Nimriel leaned in and kissed him. Slowly and softly, she poured all the words of love and adoration she couldn’t yet voice.
The drow stood up then, reaching for her pipe in a pile of clothes before she even started getting dressed, “Now we really need to get going.” Nim tried to hide the tremor in her voice, turning her back on him.
But Rolan knew.
“One strikes, another – parries,” he thought again, accepting that they started another dance around the subject. This time, Rolan hoped, they’d end it before it’s too late.
[Prompt 44.] Fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.
Thank you so much for the prompt, @bongbubbles <3 Wordcount: 600, 18+
“Not even chastising me for smoking indoors?” Nim questioned playfully, watching a small flame dancing elegantly around his finger. She couldn’t help but admire how naturally casting came to Rolan now. Outside of battles, the tiefling never looked like he gave a second thought to spells he uttered. He breathed magic, let it run through his veins, coat his skin. Completely at peace. A bliss to her heart.
Rolan hummed quietly as his gaze roamed over his lover’s body, slow and light, as if the mere gesture draped every inch of it in the silk of his affection. In truth, he didn’t see a point in arguing about her irresponsible smoking habits. Her frequenting the herbs only meant he didn’t do a good enough job of keeping Nimriel’s nerves at bay. Depriving her of means for relaxation would be cruel.
For now, Rolan let her be, wanting the huntress to feel at home in his Tower. And when Nim would leave, the smell of lavender from her pipe would linger in his chambers for hours. Helping him imagine his huntress was close, still sleeping in his bed while Rolan would work into the dawn, before it was time to open the Sundries.
“I merely have a more pressing complaint,” the wizard smirked, pointing at a big purple hickey on his neck.
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The drow grined at it proudly, “Huh, don’t remember when I did that. But it suits you,” Nim blabbered, lightly tracing one of many spots she marked on him, ‘What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”
“Not at all. But it is very noticeable.”
Knowing perfectly well what he meant, Nimriel put on a mock-offended tone, “You’ve left plenty on me as well.”
Rolan didn’t need a reminder. Recalling how they indulged in each other tonight threatened to cloud his good judgment. If the wizard was completely honest, his judgment was never good with Nim by his side. His palm gliding possessively over her hip was solid proof of that.
“Fair,” the wizard replied calmly, leaning her body closer to his, as if to reveal a grand secret, “But your thighs and breasts aren’t exactly on public display, are they? Caught a couple of customers staring at the marks you’ve left already.”
Nim only shrugged, exhaling the smoke, “Poor you. What horrors - someone realizing the Master of Ramazith’s Tower has a sex life, too?” The drow shook her head dramatically, subtly shifting her hip to slide against his groin. Teasing Rolan by all means imaginable was something Nimriel enjoyed shamelessly. Especially when she could see the desired effects right away. Her wizard’s breathing hitched, giving way to tension in his muscles.
“Soooo…,” Nim leaned closer, basking in the heat he radiated at the mere touch of her body, “Don’t tell me you want me to stop kissing your neck? You know I won’t agree to that.”
“I know,” Rolan managed. He found no arguments sound enough to dim a loud desire to hold her in his arms again, “An equal retribution would do for now.”
His lips grazed her neck, first kiss always being gentle and slow. He loved catching moments when Nim would shudder beneath the tenderness of his touch. When her jokes and jabs wouldn’t be enough to hide how much she yearned for affection. Even more so, how she needed, deserved his devotion.
Rolan’s kisses grew raw and open-mouthed, his tongue trailing the silk of her skin, devouring the taste and quiet whimpers his huntress sang.
“Stay a little longer,” Rolan murmured.
“I hoped you’d catch up on some sleep,” Nimriel replied earnestly, even as her body told another tale, rubbing eagerly against her lover.
“Not a priority,” Rolan breathed, already lost in the haze of their ignited desire. For any minute spent in her embrace, he would accept hundreds of dreamless nights.
Timeline of events: Act 3 of "Worthy", sometime after they become a couple, before the final battle, ofcrs xD Will probably include this snippet into the "Worthy" series :) Overall, expands on their dynamics pretty well :3
Will get to other prompts soon as well, but they all will be as self-indulgent as this one, sorry)
Thank you to the creator of the original game @bhaal-battle-beer-bard (original post here) and please mention the OG creator and link their post if you participate! <3 Also thank you for the tags @deianestormborn @faeriiefire @onlytavs @charmedtenderness @purpleasters-inseptember @arlynx for the tags! <3
DEVILMAN CRYBABY TIME!
MORE SHOW IMAGES, REFERENCES AND OC EXPLANATIONS UNDER THE CUT.
Sooo, Devilman crybaby is one of my favorite anime of all time! <33
The first images reference its opening:
I also made images from the episode itself. I... am not very happy with them xDDD However, they took a lot of time to complete, so I am sharing them anyway xD And I experimented a lot with different things, so I guess I learnt something new??? 🫠
References:
For the VPs, I used characters from my Miresworn universe, so you barely know anything about them, as I don't post much about them and I barely have anything written about the Miresworn himself. xD However, the Miresworn AU is far darker than my "Worthy" universe, and it was far more fitting for this tag game. You can read a shortstory (it is very short I promiseeee, 1k words T_T) about the Miresworn here.
The characters are:
Eryndor
Meli
Rolan the Miresworn (well, you know ;))) )
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Tell me about Nim. A song or poem in her heart? A love untold to the world? Tell me what lies deep beneath the surface.
Lost, as every day she faces a new self,
Cutting her past self with the rusted knife that’s her conviction.
One knife for a short, pathetic life,
Darkened by the apathy of the adoptive father,
The cruelty of humans of the village,
And the betrayal of one she considered her lover.
The knife that has her blood poisoned
With fear of being unapologetically happy.
Perhaps dying at the peak of being loved
Would be more preferable than living in dread,
Anticipating that those whom she cherishes
Will no longer find use in her after the war is over?
"Have you ever noticed," he began, voice lofty and thoughtful, "that our noses are completely different? Mine is strong, distinguished, and makes quite a statement. But yours? Very elegant, with a cute pointy tip. Together, they complement each other perfectly."
[...] He almost closed the distance between them, slowly brushing his nose against hers. A small gasp escaped Nim's lips, but she didn't move away. In truth, she was too mesmerized by the way he looked at her.
"See?" Sael asked quietly, although the teasing notes were still present in his tone, "They touch so harmoniously, a perfect match. If, say, we were to kiss, nothing would stand in the way." he paused, considering, "Would you like to test it? Or do you agree that they are a perfect match?"
Blorbos 🥺 Saelseris belongs to @cursed-nyxan, miss you, bu! <3
Summary: After dating for a week, Nimriel and Saelseris have a severe case of lust fever. And when one wrong comment from Sael sends Nim into another jealousy spree, she has no choice but to punish him in the lewdest way possible right against the wall of the tavern where they had drinks. You know, couple's things. The continuation of "The great pretenders" fic. You don't have to read it to have a good time, ngl xD
Notes: As with all my OCxOC fics, this one is dedicated to my dearest @cursed-nyxan . Our OCs love each other way too much, so I had to indulge them. :3 Saelseris belongs to, @cursed-nyxan duuh!
Snippet:
“Hush,” she murmured softly, now licking the side of his neck, “Want some drunk to see me fondling you? Kissing you? Rubbing myself against you?”
“Nim, please,” he begged, turning his neck to the side under the sultry, wet touches of her tongue. The tight press of her body overpowered him, making his knees go weak. So familiar and warm, he could’ve sworn they were lying naked in bed, not fooling around under the gaze of cold stars. And then -
White, hot desire, tugging at his every cell. Her fingers finally reached his throbbing need.
“Mm,” Nimriel hummed, massaging his cock through the trousers. Her kisses shifted lower as she began nibbling at his collarbone, “And, of course, I’d have to take care of this. You would very much love that, wouldn’t you? On my knees, swallowing your cock, because I am too impatient to wait until we get home? It would be so promiscuous of me.”
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A taste of smoke and cherries lingered on her tongue throughout the night. Quite suitable for a carefree time at the Blushing Mermaid.
Smothering in the heat of a drink-happy, loud, and unbothered crowd was entirely uncharacteristic, but she endured. Because it was for him. Nimriel might not have been great with words of affection, but she was never afraid to prove her care. And so, when Sael offered to celebrate the grand event - one whole week of them dating, no less - she agreed, saving a begrudged sigh for another day.
And Saelseris? As happy as a fox that found its way into the chicken coop. Nim couldn’t escape the starved gaze of his ruby eye for even a second. His hand casually landed on her hip as soon as they found a cozy table in a snug corner of the tavern. Subtlety was never a language the warlock spoke fluently. As hours passed, his fingers shamelessly roamed her curves, threatening to slip under the thin hem of the short dress - his gift, naturally.
And with every sip of the red rum swirl, his lips poured more revealing sweet nothings into her ear:
“You are the most magnificent view in all of the Gate.”
“Your thigh rubs so seductively against mine. Missing my touch already?”
“I love the swirl, but I’d rather drink you instead.”
As if his confessions were rituals, Saelseris punctuated every single one with a deep kiss. It was his way to brag to the whole world that Nimriel was finally his. Marking her lips and tongue with a taste of cherries, Sael never let Nim forget the promise of all the pleasures he could’ve bestowed upon her. All she needed to do was ask.
“You don’t have to be this obvious,” Nim murmured, parting from him.
The warlock chuckled, nuzzling into her cheek, “You might as well tell me I don’t have to breathe.”
"Do you have all your poetic musings written somewhere, so you always have something to reply?"
Sael chuckled. "Believe me, it all comes from the heart. But your idea is good!" He jokingly patted her head. "Wouldn't want to repeat myself whilst talking about how much I adore you."
Nimriel shook her head, "It is all very sweet, but we are too much in the spotlight right now. That's concerning."
"Says you?" The warlock's eyebrows shot up in amusement, "Let me remind you, sweetness: last time we were here, you straddled me!" A blissful smile spread across his face as Saelseris reminisced, "And you kissed me like you wanted to eat me alive. Unforgettable. And very, very not discreet, if you ask me."
"Now let me remind you: I had to do it to chase a literal swarm of women away from you," the archer rolled her eyes, "Still can't believe the audacity of that shrew who implied I was your mother."
Barely holding back from calling her "mommy", Sael replied, "Come on now, don't pretend you didn't find the experience enjoyable. I can still hear your needy whimpers when I kissed your neck… The way you pressed into my lap… Gods, you almost deflowered poor innocent me back then," he bit his lip, "And now, all I can think about is what I can do to make you act up like that again."
Nim took a hearty gulp of red rum swirl. Not that it would make a difference with how much the huntress had drunk already. Rather, she preferred to keep her mouth full to keep quiet, in case Sael was about to spew some nonsense.
“My theory is that, last time, it was jealousy that riled you up so nicely.” The warlock shrugged playfully, “What’d you say? Should we test it?”
There he goes, not a day without planting a seed of annoyance into her skull. If only annoyance was the only seed this time, and not a potential bouquet of insecurities.
Nimriel sighed and stood up, “I’m going for a smoke,” she muttered, determined in her movements.
Instantly alarmed, Sael got up as well, but froze as she gestured for him to stop. “I need to think,” the archer sighed again before departing.
To Sael, it all sounded like he got himself into big trouble. The warlock cursed himself for being reckless with his words yet again and began rehearsing a good enough apology. But as more time passed, the words in his mind only got shakier. Eaten up by worry, Saelseris stood up and walked out of the tavern.
A bunch of visitors was chatting leisurely by the Mermaid’s main entrance, but Nim wasn’t among them. Yet, a sweet smell of lavender smoke from her pipe still lingered in the air. She mustn’t have gone far.
Sael circled around to the back of the tavern. The narrow, cobblestone alley was bathed in silvery moonlight, shadows stretching along the wall. Dark and breathy, it was free of Nim’s or anyone else’s presence. Only the distant echo of laughter from inside the Mermaid carried on the night air.
A tingle of uncertainty settled under Sael’s ribs.
Was his remark really that harsh on her?
Perhaps they missed each other, and Nimriel was already waiting for him inside?
Or… she went back to the Elfsong to teach him a lesson. Fair, but cruel.
A ruffle of clothes came from above the roof - too fast for him to react. A second later, she landed in front of Sael, fast like lightning striking the ground. Her palm swiftly muffled his startled exhale.
“Not good, Saelseris,” Nim tsked, pushing his back into the stone wall. Precise enough not to hurt him, but still rough enough to excite the warlock, “You’re so experienced and yet you didn’t hear me coming? Sloppy.”
Sael meant to reply, but her hand only pressed harder to his mouth.
“No-no-no, you had plenty to say already.” She sounded serious. Yet the way her body leaned snugly into his quickly made Sael realize - he was about to receive the greatest scolding of his life.
Feeling his smirk growing under her palm, Nim yanked his collar down, forcing eye contact. “You will hear me out. No fooling around, Saelseris. Unless you want to sleep in the hallway tonight. Nod if you understand.”
His breath hitched, and Sael nodded confidently.
Her hand slowly slid from his chest to rest on his hip. Nim’s fingers were thorough, gnawing at his body, appraising her midnight catch. For the first time since their vertigo-inducing tension blossomed into a relationship, Nimriel’s body signaled its desires so blatantly. Sael had seen it before, naturally. During the peaks of her pleasure, when she’d writhed under him, moaning for him to fuck her harder. But here? When a quiet storm brewed underneath her skin as she taunted and commanded him? The air in his lungs coiled with anticipation.
“Now, you must follow the rules. You listen to me, and you reply when I let you. No touching me or talking to me. Got it?”
Saelseris felt her knee slithering against his thighs, coaxing them to spread. Following her motions, he let it land against the wall, pressing up into his groin. Gathering all his will not to grind against her leg, he nodded again.
“If I like your answers, I will be merciful,” Nim teased, enjoying subtle shivers of his body, the fire already flaring between his legs. “Alright, riddle me this: do you think you blabbering about making me jealous was funny? You can answer.”
Once she removed her hand, Sael protested vehemently, “Not at all, my Gorgeous Moon! I was simply jesting. Reminiscing about the night and nothing more.”
“Hm,” not looking too amused, Nimriel fixed the lock of hair that covered his ruby eye, “And yet you did. Because you are so used to teasing me that you barely realize when you do.”
Allowed to speak again, he replied, “I thought you enjoyed my teasing. Can you blame me for overusing it?”
Her knee moved up slowly, grazing along the fabric of his trousers. Teasing him in response. Torturing, rather.
“So now you will use it against me?” Nim challenged.
“N-no, I-.”
Sael promptly shut up once her leg suddenly stopped its suggestive motions. Drunk on how easily she could unravel him, the ranger playfully squeezed his cheek.
“Disobeying already? See, Saelseris, this is the problem. As soon as I let my grip on you just a little loose, you act out of line.” Her knee was on him again, moving vivaciously around his already erect cock. Sael’s breathing stammered, fingers rubbed mindlessly along the wall, eager to fondle her instead. Finding the display quite erotic, Nimriel rewarded him with a humble kiss to the tip of his nose. “You are such a pervert, Little Shadow,” she taunted, her knee kept edging him on, “Do you always get hard during the interrogations? You can talk now.”
“I was trying to explain. I didn’t think a joke like that could hurt you. Because, to me, none of those women matter. Only you, Nim. You are set so deep in my heart that it is a little pathetic,” Sael couldn’t help himself, smirking playfully as he slowly rubbed himself against her, “… and you have hard proof of it.”
Nimriel bit her lip to hide a chuckle. Saelseris was right: she did adore his jokes, his lighthearted, charismatic demeanor. And most of all, the way Sael was - unabashedly honest. He’d already convinced her there was no hidden intent behind his comments. Didn’t really have to, with his heart proudly worn on his sleeve. Still, it would be a waste to “forgive” him so easily. Her celestial warlock deserved a sweet, unforgettable blessing. And it left her lips as nonchalantly as she could manage, “Unbutton your shirt, Saelseris.”
Sael obeyed instantly - the way she enunciated his name with tight control still ringing in his ears. His muscles went rigid under Nim’s dangerous, hazy-eyed gaze. Reluctantly, the warlock forced his hands against the wall - anything to keep his dearest interrogator happy. And, if Saelseris was frank, the role of her obedient puppy aroused him just as much.
“I often wonder how you survived this long with all your yapping. But-,” her fingers teased alongside his pectoral, barely granting him the satisfaction of her warmth, “-I must admit, you are too handsome for anyone to dare mar you.”
Holding onto his composure, Sael mumbled, “Not this time, Nim. I feel like crushing my body into the wall if you keep me on edge with your pretty fingers.”
“That would be unfortunate.” Her tone was a warning. Yet her hand glided lower, brushing against his belt. “What would you rather my fingers do?”
Sael inhaled, his thoughts balancing on the edge of a cliff she forced him onto. But the small, joyful twist of Nim’s lips - the precious little detail only he’d ever noticed - tipped the scale. “I want them to touch me. No, take me, however you desire to,” he confessed. “I want nothing more than to be at their mercy.”
A hot pulse bloomed in Nimriel’s lower belly. But she didn’t allow him to see the flush dawning across her cheeks. No, she’d rather show him what it did to her. For a second, Nim’s lips ghosted over his, only for her to yank his hair playfully, leaning his head closer. Smirking at Sael’s flustered expression, she whispered, “Do you understand what you’re asking, Saelseris?”
Her free hand trailed down again, clutching at his chest possessively, “We are hiding behind a very crowded tavern. Anyone can pass us by at any moment.”
Nimriel bit at his earlobe, coaxing a quiet moan out of Sael’s throat. Her merciless hand trailed lower still, dragging his body closer to her by the belt. Its snap rang deliciously in his ears, sending shivers down his spine. “Do you really want to put me in a situation where I have to risk my dignity?” she asked in a forced, dramatic tone.
“Nim-”
“Hush,” she murmured softly, now licking the side of his neck, “Want some drunk to see me fondling you? Kissing you? Rubbing myself against you?”
“Nim, please,” he begged, turning his neck to the side under the sultry, wet touches of her tongue. The tight press of her body overpowered him, making his knees go weak. So familiar and warm, he could’ve sworn they were lying naked in bed, not fooling around under the gaze of cold stars.
And then -
White, hot desire, tugging at his every cell. Her fingers finally reached his throbbing need.
“Mm,” Nimriel hummed, massaging his cock through the trousers. Her kisses shifted lower as she began nibbling at his collarbone, “And, of course, I’d have to take care of this. You would very much love that, wouldn’t you? On my knees, swallowing your cock, because I am too impatient to wait until we get home? It would be so promiscuous of me.”
“Ah- yes, it fucking would.” His fists clenched, his head flew high, mouthing for more air. To no avail - her grip around him only grew firmer. “Nim, please,” he bent down slightly, kissing the top of her head, “I am begging you to risk your dignity, yes. Because otherwise I will lose my gods-damned mind. I want you so badly it hurts.”
As if on cue, her hand began unfastening his trousers. “You poor thing,” the huntress murmured, making eye contact with her fevered lover, “Your loose lips got you into such a tight spot.”
“I am aiming for an even tighter spot,” Saelseris stammered, “And I’ll do whatever you want to get there.”
Stepping back, Nim let his words hang in the air, her attention utterly stolen. The sight of his naked body made her mind go numb with desire every single time. A breathtaking painting with a few specks of small freckles and scars dripped across the divine canvas. It shone a pure, bright bliss, just like Sael’s smile - the moonlight couldn’t do it justice.
And it yearned for her. Saelseris made it more than clear.
His body trembled under her glance, every muscle tense with anticipation. Broad chest went up and down in a frantic rhythm - heart racing, begging him to act, to satiate its cravings.
Their eyes met, and Sael smirked, biting his lower lip. His gaze drifted down, inviting her to follow. Hard and heavy, his cock pulsated, lust coiling in every vein and cell. The fingers of his right hand flexed against the wall, eager to relieve the ache between his legs. Yet, he resisted, for now.
“You’re so easy to rile up. It’s ridiculous.” Nim closed the distance between them again, fingers ghosting close to his length.
“When a stunner like you eats me with her gaze, it’s impossible to resist,” he replied, breathing heavily.
She gifted Sael a smile that matched his smugness before lowering her head. Hovering against his chest, the huntress snarked, “You are way too happy for someone getting punished.”
Next moment - her teeth shut around his nipple. A bite equally raw, sharp, and amorous. Not a warning, a provocation. Sael writhed, inhaling sharply, muttering something between a curse and a plea.
“Relax, Saelseris,” Nimriel soothed breathily. Her bites grew more open-mouthed and wet, teeth grazing all across his chest. She ate him like a soft, juicy peach - Sael was just as delicious. Nim’s hand finally locked around his twitching cock, but she didn’t have to do anything. His hips thrusted into it involuntarily, the ecstasy of what her mouth, tongue, and teeth did to him kicking in.
“Did- didn’t know you were a biter,” the warlock groaned, eyes rolling in pleasure, “forest life must’ve been exciting.”
“You’re mine now, Saelseris,” Nimriel replied confidently between smaller licks and bites. Her fingers were all silk and gentleness, massaging his length as Sael jerked rapidly and shamelessly into her open fist. “And I can do whatever I want with you. And I wanted to do this,” - another tingling bite, then a broad, all-consuming lick, - “for a very long time.”
Sael moaned, his thoughts - an incomprehensible knot of sensations she so generously gifted him. Sharp, yet careful teeth gnawing playfully at his skin. Wet, greedy tongue licking him diligently. Tight, shivering body melting against his, seducing him into touching her. Soft, controlling fingers brushing across his cock veins, nudging him to spill hot seed all over her hand. Nothing else existed, only Nimriel, all around him.
“Let me touch you, please,” Sael pleaded, palms rocking against the wall uncontrollably, “I want to make you feel good, too.”
Nim’s hand locked firmer around his member, taking over his motions completely. Her strokes were quick and demanding, leaving Saelseris no choice but to writhe and whimper instead of reasoning with her. Her touch remained gentle as she massaged his hot, sensitive skin, watching his every reaction.
“I know what you are thinking,” she taunted, taking in the vulnerable look on his face, contorted by pure pleasure, “As soon as I allow you to, you’ll lift my dress, like so.” Her free hand yanked her dress up, exposing her to mid-waist.
Sael gulped, eyes devouring the sight of her bare hips. Moonlight-kissed, soft, his. And those silk, black panties that left no room for imagination - only a promise of a forbidden pleasure waiting beneath.
“And then, you’d want to touch me here,” Nim edged him on. Her index and middle fingers pressed to her pussy, rubbing into wet fabric, making the outline of her folds more visible. The warlock bit his lip: he could practically feel how warm and trembling it was under her firm touch.
His lover let out an uncontrolled moan and continued teasing him, ignoring the unbearable pulse between her thighs, “You’d stretch me out with your fingers until I am nice and soaked for you, right?” Nim’s palm closed tighter around his cock, her own arousal growing by the second.
“I wouldn’t bother,” Saelseris barely spilled out between fevered, heavy breaths, “S-sorry, love, but I’d have to rip those pretty panties and fuck you raw against the wall. Been thinking ‘bout it all night.”
“Have you?” Nim asked, lips brushing against his as she stroked him faster and faster.
“Ever since saw your hips spilling out of the dress,” the warlock groaned, watching enviously how her slender fingers circled through the silk fabric, “Bloody tease. Should’ve fingered you under that damn table.”
Her greedy tongue pushed into his mouth, silencing his aroused nagging. Breaths and tastes mingled, their scorching bodies rubbed against each other, desperate to become one. Nimriel’s hands nudged, and slithered, and pleasured them both, again and again, as if the skies would fall and crush them before they could indulge.
“Yeah, you should’ve. Now you know how to punish me next time,” she breathed out between kisses.
“Nim, fuck.”
It was all too much for Sael. One more ferocious kiss, and the warlock stammered, “Please, I’ll do anything! Just let me touch you.”
“Not so fast, Little Shadow,” Nimriel smirked, “I can’t let you off the hook so easily, or you won’t learn your lesson. But,” the hand with which she touched herself landed softly on his chest, “you can hold me while I make you come.”
Desperate, Saelseris didn’t have to be told twice, quickly entwining their fingers. Nim’s grip on his cock grew possessive. Every fast, tight stroke made his stomach flutter and burn, taking him into the skies only to drop him down and pick him up at the very bottom. Again, and again, and again.
“I love how heavy you are, how you feel in my hand,” the huntress whispered, kissing and biting his chest. Her gaze was locked on his twitching member, “I want to make you spill and then have my way with you again. Will you be good for me?”
“I will be anything f-for you as long as I’m yours.” Sael clutched her hand for dear life, giving into the bliss of orgasm.
Nimriel watched her lover with unguarded tenderness, admiration softening her every feature. Flared and breathless, Saelseris stood trembling before her, hips still shivering as she kept on her gentle rubs even after he was spent.
“My brave, obedient warlock, you did so well,” she murmured, giving him soft kisses on both cheeks. “I hope I didn’t overwhelm you.”
Sael smiled faintly, still under a heavy spell of overstimulation, “You are-,” he chuckled, affection-struck, “You are so lewd and possessive tonight. This is ahhh… very inspiring.” His gaze was already wandering down Nim’s body, locking on the beautiful, shimmering spot where silk clung to her folds. If only he could slip past it and feel how wet she managed to make herself. Or better yet - to honey it up even more: his fingers, his tongue, his cock - in no particular order and as many times as she’d wanted.
“Well, aren’t you the sweetest?” Nimriel teased again, “I think you deserve some incentive for behaving. How about-” she stroked him once more, coaxing a surprised moan out of Saelseris, “- I clean you up all nicely?”
She didn’t wait for a reply, kneeling before her precious warlock with a playful smirk. “You’re still not allowed to touch me, though.” Notes of authority returned to her tone. But it didn’t matter, as the next thing Saelseris knew - her tongue swirled around his tip.
“Gods, Nim!” he breathed out loudly, hands shooting up to grab the wall again. She knew he was still too sensitive, intending to use it against Sael until he’d learn to never cross her again.
“Eye on me,” Nimriel commanded, licking him broadly from base to tip, “Unless you want me to stop?”
“You know it’s unfair,” Saelseris mumbled, obeying nonetheless, “You look irresistible when you do it. I – ahh – won’t last long.”
“Oh, but you see, it is all about self-control,” Nim grinned, lips caressing his length as she spoke, “A skill you clearly lack. So, try not to disappoint me.”
“I-,” Saelseris stammered: her soft lips locked around his tip. She trailed a slow, thorough path up his shaft, her honeyed tongue soothing his burning skin. Unhurried, Nim let his cock go down her throat, whimpering at the sensation.
The reverence and softness of her moves. Her dazed demeanor. The way she was glancing through her lashes, mocking his helpless bliss. Unbearable.
“I think I’m almost done cleaning you,” Nimriel teased, releasing him, only to make another broad lick across his underside, “Want to help me?”
“Anything!” Sael moaned, biting hard at his fist - the only precaution keeping him from coming all over her luscious, heavenly lips.
Nim stroked him playfully, as if the warlock needed any convincing, “I want to taste you. Really taste you,” she smirked, reaching for one of his hands. Placing it softly onto her crown, Nim continued, “But once you’re ready to spill - you need to stop. What do you think? Can you please me, Saelseris?”
Absolutely devious. But Sael couldn’t resist. Not her, never her.
He leaned closer, pressing his cock to his lover’s lips, “The hold you have on me…,” he whispered, “You make me lose my mind, and I never want you to stop. Nim-,” Sael inhaled, forgetting how to think or breathe, “Please, just… keep me close, always.”
“I’ll make it up to you, promise,” Nimriel said sweetly before her mouth claimed him again.
Meticulous and gentle, she took in every inch, enjoying the way he throbbed at the sensation.
But it wasn’t enough. Not when Sael, so handsome and desperate, was gazing down at her, suffocating in her affection. One moan from his lips, and she was soaked.
In a moment, her calculated moves were overruled by the chaos of her arousal. Fast, slick rhythm consumed every sensation left between them.
Saelseris was completely lost to the sight of his perfect girl deepthroating him. Overwhelmed and teary-eyed, she bumped her nose so cutely against him each time her lips would reach the base of his cock. The obscene sounds coming out of her soft, warm mouth were maddening, simply incomprehensible to the warlock. She was so good, so loving, and so ruthless to him. His immaculate angel, cleaning him diligently on her knees. Sael could hardly fathom what he’d done to deserve a moment of such unadulterated bliss.
His hand tangled deeper into Nim’s hair, urging her to slow down, “Love, I can’t anymore. Any second now,” the man pleaded.
Slowly, she released him with a wet pop, marveling at the fruit of her labor. Tense and glistening with her saliva, his cock begged for another touch. Ready to burst. “Sael…” Nimriel breathed out sweetly, looking him in the eye, “Is all of this for me?”
“Yes, my Moon,” he replied from within a deep haze, "I didn't know it was possible to want you more than I already did. But your perfect mouth makes very compelling arguments." Saelseris exhaled shakily, fighting and barely winning over the urge to push into her again. Tonight, Nimriel broke him completely. A revenge for all those times he'd seduced her, perhaps. If so, Sael agreed he deserved the punishment. Tonight, tomorrow, and any day his goddess would demand it.
Nim smirked, rubbing her cheek against his cock. She looked mesmerized, lust seemed to have taken over her. “You are good and ready to follow my further instructions, then, Little Shadow?” she murmured.
Dazed and still, Saelseris nodded. He watched as Nim got up and stepped aside, leaning her left hand against the wall. In a display that felt like an intoxicating dream, she arched her back and lifted the hem of her dress. Sinfully bathed in moonlight, Nim glanced at Sael over her shoulder.
“Then listen and watch.” She held his gaze, making him follow her moves. Slowly, her free hand slid her panties to the side, “You said you didn’t expect me to be this lewd… Well, I didn’t expect it from myself either. If I’m honest, I think it is all because of you,” Nim confessed, letting her two fingers in. She touched herself with slow precision, weak waves of relief washing over her. Taunting Sael was no longer a goal when her own urge to be filled was so unbearable. “And ever since we had sex for the first time,” she whimpered softly, losing her composure, “I only want more. It crosses my mind all the time when you’re close.”
Possessed by the impossibly erotic vision unfolding right in front of him, Saelseris stiffened. Almost unwittingly, the warlock began stroking himself, watching her fingers escaping in and out her warm, wet pussy. “Can I come closer?” Sael asked hoarsely.
One small, quick nod from Nim was all it took. The balance of power tipped the instant she sensed Saelseris looming behind her. His usual gentleness now thrummed with quiet command, authority radiating from him as she bent for him, wordless in her desire. Sael leaned into her, hard cock pulsating uncontrollably against her bare thighs. But there was no rush, no pressure. Only letting Nimriel know just how much he hungered for her.
His right hand carefully landed on hers, guiding the fingers she touched herself with. Sael set a faster rhythm for her, making Nim go deeper. His breathing grew heavier as he put his head on her shoulder, enjoying the sloshy melody of their movements.
“Does it feel good?” he whispered, gently biting the tip of her ear.
“Yeah,” Nimriel breathed, “But yours feel so much better.”
“I know,” Sael pressed his hand firmer to hers, “Give the word, and I’ll take care of you, my Precious Moon.”
“N-no, not like that,” she replied, her put-on commander tone gone completely, “I want your cock, Sael. Fuck me against the wall. Please, you promised.”
Electrified by her plea, Saelseris pulled her into a heated kiss. His hands entwined Nim’s body instantly, crafty fingers undoing the front laces of her dress.
“So beautiful and obscene,” he groaned into her mouth, “You know how to ask nicely, don’t you?”
He yanked her dress lower, exposing Nim’s breasts to the breezy night air. Saelseris paid no mind to her impatient whining, savoring the moment as he looked down over her shoulder. His all-devouring gaze was switching between her flushed face, hardened nipples, and slick folds. Seeing his huntress so hot and bothered, her body begging for his touch, made his head spin.
Unrestrained, Sael got a hold of her breasts, massaging them with great care, “Play with yourself a little longer for me.”
Still whiny and desperate, Nimriel did as she was told, rubbing her hips against his groin in shameless, trembling circles.
“You have no idea,” Sael swooned, caging her body against the wall, “how many times I’ve fantasized about you touching that exquisite, tight pussy…” he inhaled sharply. The warlock traced the tender line of Nim’s neck with his tongue, hips moving in fluid motions against her. Scraping her with his heat and a pulsating desire between his legs. “To know that you do because of me-” Saelseris almost growled, spreading her thighs wider, “-makes me want to sell my soul to you. Just so you can use me however you please.”
Devastated by the beauty of his confession, Nimriel turned her head, kissing him, “Wasn’t the first time I touched myself thinking about you,” she huffed, “You… I’ve wanted to have you all to myself for a long time.”
A chuckle that came out Sael’s mouth sounded more like an anguished bark, “You’re such a fox, Nim. Calling me perverted when you yourself had dirty fantasies about me. Sloppy indeed,” he mocked, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Sael lowered his head to nibble at her colorbone, enjoying the view of both their hands ravishing Nim’s body, making it writhe and shake in arousal. “My sweet girl, don’t you know that I can never deny you pleasure, no matter how harshly you interrogate me?”
The warlock lowered and pushed his hips forward, slithering his cock between her thighs. It twitched energetically against her folds and fingers, eager to thrust into her.
“This what you want?” Saelseris breathed, feeling her fingers coiling around him possessively, thoughts melting into a hot, white pulse at the sound of her whimpers. “Show how much you want it. Let it soothe you.”
A moment or two passed before Nim could break through the heavy cloud of lust and align them. The feeling of his head stretching her soaked pussy was akin to a fervent kiss of a forgotten lover - raw and endless.
“Sael, I-”, she moaned shamelessly, impaling herself onto him deeper.
“I’ll take care of you, my love,” Saelseris groaned, lifting her hips with urgency only to push her back onto his cock. To the hilt and back out. Again, and again, and again. He needed her to take all of him, to fill her up so deep she’d remember their one-week anniversary for months to come.
Sael leaned impossibly close, breathing heavily into Nim’s ear. Not a man anymore - a beast, driven by pure impulse, drunk on her slick warmth and wanton moans.
How could she ever think he’d want to have any other woman or man by his side, when her body made him turn into a creature of pure desire and love? He could never get enough of her, doomed to be under Nim’s spell until centuries collapse their bodies into dust.
Relentless cries and huffs, the slosh of bodies colliding, singing obscene praises to the night that obscured them from curious eyes, filled the alley.
“I was born to indulge your every fantasy, my Moon,” Saelseris groaned, feeling his release coming onto him, “And I’m ready to do so thousands and thousands of nights to come.”
“I’d love that, my most precious warlock,” Nim barely managed before they came apart together, bodies and feelings tangled in the endless bliss. The one that would last until centuries collapse their bodies into dust.
Thank you so much for this wonderful tag, @thesanguinesonnet, I REALLY needed this encouragement <3 PLEASE CREDIT @thesanguinesonnet as the tag game creator. Also, thank you @perpetualmaladaptivedaydream for tagging me :3
The lewd image is Nim touching herself while reading Rolan’s notes. Yeah. I hope I will expand on that in more VPs, but for now, that’s all I have. The explanation of the significance of the book and what’s going on in “Worthy” that causes this is under the cut.
The naughty OC/writing asks are under the cut as well.
About the image:
At the end of Act 1 of “Worthy”, before leaving the Emerald Grove, Nim gifts Rolan a ring that allows casting the dimensional door spell. Having developed a close friendship with Lia, Nim wants all three tieflings to have a means of escape if they get attacked on their way to Baldur’s Gate. In turn, Rolan gives her his book, the “Weave of Life” - the tome on the weave that he has used for years to study magic.
However, what’s important - the book contains his handwritten notes: explanations of casting techniques, insights into what works for him, and his experiments with unique spells (which he has developed successfully, if you didn’t know :3) Nim finds herself thoroughly entertained by his dry wit, of course xD
As for the photo itself, the scene takes place sometime between acts 2 and 3, when Nim is finally down bad for him, so reading what he wrote helps her “visualize” his voice in her memory, and she gets off to that.
Now, to the questions:
1. What’s an idea, dynamic, or trope in your current work that feels naughty or self-indulgent? (Spicy answers 100% encouraged.)
Well, after 2 years of writing “Worthy”, I am finally approaching the point where Nim and Rolan would, inevitably, fuck.👍So the next chapter will lead to the event and is full of tension. And also, they are both scared to show their cards first, so it’s a lot about “roundabouting” around the subject.
Their first time tho? It will be so good. I’ve been pondering it for so long, I have every move calculated.
And then? They will indulge in the debauchery until the final battle comes x) They sorta loose all their worries during sex, as these are moments when they are the most honest with each other. They feel each other’s love (although they can’t even say the word yet. Yeah, it’s that bad for them 🫠) and feel there’s still hope that, in the end, it will all work out, they will win and survive. Will they? Who knows 🙃
2. Is your oc a virgin, blushing maiden, or sexual fiend? or aro/ace? or something in between?
Nim is not a virgin, and she was, at one point, even convinced that she was in love. However, she was badly hurt by that man's actions. Long story short: the guy had a family, stole her money, and called her unlovable. Since then, Nim got very jaded when it comes to love and would have random one-night stands to satisfy her needs. As a bounty hunter, she’d also take sex as payment instead of money if she found a person appealing.
That’s also why she’s so hesitant about starting any sort of relationship with Rolan, as she’s scared he would break her heart. And Rolan’s poor communication skills in sharing his feelings with her also don’t help. Girl, it’s a fucking circus of a relationship. 🙃
3. What’s your OC’s “I shouldn’t be this turned on by this” trigger?
Manhandling. The idea of someone besting and topping her in battle is, of course, unacceptable to Nim. Someone doing so in bed? Not that much. 😉 To Nimriel, someone being so into her that they bite her, slap her ass, hold her tight, and top her is very appealing. More on that in this smut.
4. What is your OC's hard NO?
Yeah no scat please xD
5. What is the most debauched VP/Art you have ever created?
I don’t do VPs that are too NSFW (for now xD), but I do have this beautiful photo <33 I love Nyxie’s @cursed-nyxan blorbo, Saelseris, and this is not the last lewd image of them together you’ll see from me for sure :3
AND I hope to write a couple more smuts with them, too :3
As for smuts… I think all of them contain some non-vanilla things, like, semi-public sex, peeping at someone masturbating, hatefucking, sex written in explicit detail xD Just check the AO3 and the latest smut of Nim x Sael, which is the most descriptive one I’ve written thus far :))
6. What is the wildest NSFW smut you have ever thought up? Did you write it?
God, I have so many ideas, but not enough time to write them… but I really want to.
Simultaneous tail + cock fucking into one hole
Chasing through the woods sorta non-con with elements of cannibalism (Miresworn, if you know, you know)
And size difference smut (with Yurgir)
Yep, these 3 are top of the list of wild, I think :))
7. Do you have any crazy projects for the future?
Nothing too crazy for now. As I said, I'm preparing for Nim and Rolan’s first time xD. But after, there are 2 more smuts with them I want to write.
One is veeeery sensual and explores Nimriel’s character further, showing Rolan just how often she puts on the mask of “I’m such a happy, sociable person” in front of others. And, in reality, she has been lonely for so many years, which has made her develop some pretty dangerous behaviors.
The other one is shortly after they start dating, and they discuss what they like in bed. As a result, Nim teaches Rolan to dirty talk. 💀 Even the idea of it all makes me fucking wheeze 😂
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Pretty much all songs that I listen to that have the word "stay" in the title/as a motive are "Worthy"-coded to me now. It hits hard.
"Nim, please..." Rolan whispered between kisses.
Please, stay.
Please, stay.
PLEASE, STAY.
The words pulsed inside his skull, frantic and helpless, but he couldn't let them out. And so, the tiefling bit back the plea and kissed her harder. His mouth was hungry and desperate, as if Rolan could silence the truth by losing himself in her.
Yet, when she thought no one was looking, Nimriel would let a shadow flicker across her face.
Rolan wouldn’t ask what was wrong. Listening to hollow excuses hurt almost as much as knowing she wasn’t ready to share her ache. And so, the wizard would feign his own mask of obliviousness. The unbearable anticipation of Nim’s next breaking point ate at him all the same. In the solitude of his mind, Rolan cursed himself, not strong enough to shield her from grief.
The sun of her smile should never have been dimmed by the countless burdens the realm faced. He was determined to do anything in his power and far beyond it to bask in her warmth again. No matter if Nimriel allowed it or not.
Nyavka (aka Mavka) is a forest spirit, something of a mix between a driad and a siren. In Ukrainian mythology and literature, nyavkas are usually depicted as the ghosts of girls who died a tragic death and became the guardians or spirits of the forest. As you can imagine, very fitting for Nim :3 Nyavkas are playful and gorgeous, but can be malicious. Some of them lure people into the forest using their beauty and kill them, sometimes by drowning 😇
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