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Character of the Season
Frail in body but dangerously quick of mind, Nikandr is the sort of character who proves that curiosity can be just as perilous as any weapon. A necromancer, inventor, and problem-solver with more ambition than self-preservation, Niki approaches the world like a puzzle box begging to be opened, even when what’s inside has teeth. Blunt, dry-witted, fiercely independent, and carrying a history best left partially buried, he has a knack for making even failure feel fascinating. Whether he’s raising the dead, moving across Caido to King's End, or experiencing a hangover for the first time, Nikandr brings a wonderfully strange spark to Caido, and we can’t wait to see what trouble his brilliant mind wanders into next.
Congratulations, Niki!
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As Flora's thoughts stray to antibacterial waters and visits to the infirmary, Jack draws back just enough to raise an eyebrow at her, a silent is this really what you want to be focused on? before acquiescing and drawing her back into the heat of the hotsprings. It does make it more difficult for him to fuck her the way he knows they both want him to, and it's after a few possessive kisses to the side of her neck - the sort that will leave faint marks - made cold by the influence of his magic that he withdraws from her. Not for long though, Flora, don't worry.
Turning her so she might brace against the side of the springs and not mar her pretty skin with the roughness of the rock, Jack enters her a second time from behind, frosted fingertips gripping her hips to draw her back against his every thrust, unable to cage his moan of satisfaction behind his teeth. One of his hands skates up the length of her spine to twist through her curls, leaving tendrils of icy sensation against her scalp and hairline, before pulling.
08-04-2024, 10:07 AM (This post was last modified: 08-04-2024, 10:12 AM by Odd.)
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If such a thing could be done, Flora gives Jack's magic a mental swat. Just because he couldn't think more than one thought at a time didn't mean she couldn't, and also shut the fuck up Jack.
A low whine hums up from Flora's throat as he moves her, only once she understands what his intentions are she adjusts herself with ease into his hands as her own grip the rock face. "—jack—" The queen gasps, her knuckles growing white with exertion. The pressure of his hands combined with the flickering pulses of hot and cold has her mind on the verge of shattering with the shifting sensations she's unable to keep track of. It takes her by surprise again as his icy palm presses against her spine, just how unfairly good this feels, and though they've only just begun already one hand is slinking away from the rocks so that her own fingers might add to the heat.
A needy cry leaves Flora's lips as the captain's fingers tug at her curls, the pain of which is precisely of the sort she can comfortably and pleasurably bear, as he well knows. "No one fucks me like you do," The queen moans breathlessly, and while the sentiment might seem a bit obvious with Jack being a mindreader and all, fuck if it didn't feel different now than it had at the beginning.
I want to be when you fall on me like night I wanna kill the lights
Surprising them both, most likely, with his soft scoff of laughter, Jack takes the mental swat with grace and returns his own focus to more important matters - like the view of Flora braced against the hot stone at the side of the springs, her curves fitting precisely against his hands as if made for them, his cock pounding in and out of her.
"You're the only one worth fucking like this," he assures her roughly - and check your ring, Flora, because he's not lying. Able to enjoy the kaleidoscope of her thoughts on parade, as salacious and unapologetic as Flora can make them, it's a rare treat for the captain that's rapidly becoming not quite as rare as he'd first assumed.
Hissing in a breath and tugging at her curls just enough to cause another electric shot of pleasure-pain, Jack slips his fingers out of her hair so he might dance his cold hands back to her her hips and fuck her properly. Just in case she still desires more hot and cold play, though, the captain's magic is able to freeze the rivulets of water beading across the Doubletake's skin, letting the sensation spider along her body in tantalising waves.
Flora's ring could have flared with heat at his words for all her mind was aware of. Later perhaps she'd revisit the sensation she'd felt and try to pick that one apart from the rest, noting that at no point had her hands ever burned or cooled with either words or magic, but for the moment the words themselves were enough to have dark delight flooding the Doubletake as she let herself naively extrapolate all the other things she might be the only person worth ...
Flora's lips part as a gasp forces its way out, his hands in her curls both cold and hard in a way that made her want to lash out at him with her nails and kiss him deeply and never let go. "—oh fuck—" The beads of ice on her skin have the muscles of Flora's back trembling such that her knees nearly buckle (but they don't, Feyre, because she doesn't have rickets). "Fuck, jack." It's as much as a command as a plea and a warning, and despite the way it'll likely chip at her perfectly manicured nails, Flora clutches at the stone wall, locking her elbow so that her hips might provide that much from resistance to the thrusts of his own.
Her orgasm takes her wholly by force, dragging Jack's name from her lips in a high-pitch series of whines that grow more airy and breathless as pleasure roars up the backs of her thighs and drowns her so completely that the captain's cock could have turned to ice and she'd hardly have noticed.
I want to be when you fall on me like night I wanna kill the lights
I am, Jack might have teased if he had the breath for it, but as pleasure swells through the Doubletake and she braces against the stone, the captain is all too happy to be seized by it as well. Hitching in a sharp breath and not trying to be gentle with his grip such that Flora will be decorated by faint bruises in the shape of his fingers by the time he's done, that her orgasm takes her by surprise is something that, of course, has his own hips stuttering and his mind completely flooded by ecstasy.
Whilst he doesn't call out Flora's name, let it be said that it isn't because he isn't thinking it - Jack is simply rendered speechless by the siren song of her pleasure and the whipcrack of it all around him, and he cums only moments later with a rough curse, one hand still gripping her hips and the other bracing against the rock next to her own.
Panting hard and feeling wholly untethered by the moment, the unspooling threads of his magic have the water returning to its expected warmth, mist continuing to rise in lazy whorls around their bodies.
Feeling like crying in sheer relief and joy at how impossibly good that had felt—and because in all honestly, Flora hadn't been expecting anything to happen between her and the captain on his particular outing, bikinis and skimpy black shorts aside—the queen is left breathless with pleasure and laughter both as she leans her head against his arm where it quivers next to her own on the rocks.
Rolling her hips gently forward, no doubt any lingering roughness would have had them both hissing with displeasure, Flora shakily turns. Lifting sea-blue eyes up towards him, her face flushed and her emotions a lazy river of euphoria, she curls her arms around his neck and steals a kiss that's unintentionally passionate and lingering. Standing on her toes she presses herself softly against him, utterly infatuated with him and growing slightly less afraid to think it, let alone show it.
Parting, Flora gives the captain an abruptly playful nudge with her shoulder. "Fuck you," she laughs, as if meaning to scold him for only having fucked her like that months into things.
I want to be when you fall on me like night I wanna kill the lights
Gods, don't cry again, Jack might have quipped out loud if he didn't think Flora would take it any number of wrong ways, and the captain isn't keen to ruin the moment with his own big mouth. (Not currently, anyway). With a breathless sigh as she shifts away from him, he's left regarding her with his own hazy blues, only for her arms to come looping around him and for her lips to be against his once more. Stepping back as if to compensate for Flora rising onto her toes, Jack unintentionally overbalances and ends up sitting back in the hot water, moaning something incoherent against her.
Cocking a roguish smile at her comment, he nudges her back for good measure and settles back against the warm stone. "Give it half an hour, love," he requests with a wink. After that he'll fuck her again, don't you worry. Glancing briefly over her shoulder, it's with lazy fingers that Jack reaches out and past her, only to snag her bikini top and offer it back to her with a raise of his brows.
Laughing against his lips, her arms tightening around his neck as if expecting him to dunk them both beneath the water again, Flora has to work hard to keep her mind from going to places it has no business going, such that his joke is a welcome one. "I'll hold you to that." She purrs, brushing the tip of her nose against his and sighing contentedly.
Lifting her eyebrows, her bikini top all but forgotten, Flora chuckles as she accepts it though she makes no attempt to put it on just yet. "How about...we sit here for a minute, because I'm almost sure my legs will give out if I try and walk, then you, me, and the booze you brought go and see about some gems."
I want to be when you fall on me like night I wanna kill the lights
Again, give it half an hour, and perhaps Jack will be in a dunking mood again. As it happens for right now, though, he's also spent and with no intention of moving himself for the next few minutes. If anything, another cool breeze has picked up around them, cooling them off a little after their escapades. "I knew there was a reason you were made Queen of Torchline," he all but purrs up at her. AKA, yes.
Giving it more than a few minutes, because fine, Flora, perhaps the springs are quite relaxing once you know what to do with them, eventually the captain does peel himself away from her to climb out of the water, heading back to his favourite flat rock to dry off for a bit - and sample some of that much deserved booze - before they head off deeper into The Climb.
