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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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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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love, do you want love? do you want lust? say you don't know
If ever asked, all of the credit would go to the very man before him. But so far, no one has asked, and he’s tested and tried out a multitude of things that have helped him succeed in being a sexual nightmare for the Maverick. He doesn’t think the blonde will complain, though. His laugh is a low rumble, like thunder after the crash of Danta’s own laughter. “I have, as it so happens.” Haughty and playful, his patience is immense. His will is iron. But even he knows when to concede and indulge, and he has succeeded already in getting Danta wound up.
If the way his moans and the tension of his body are anything to go by.
Either way, the feeling of Danta’s lips as they close around the pad of his thumb spark his hips to twitch a touch as his tail tightens around the Maverick’s leg. His breath stutters again to hear the compliment, the smirk unable to be seen from where he’s sunk into Danta to blanket him again, taking a second to ensure his footing and everything is precise (and gods if the Maverick’s mouth doesn’t drive him crazy in the interim). “Bend over further.” Comes the demand, no less strong for the fact he’s already a touch breathless. And just to ensure he complies, the hand at the Maverick's cock slows to just teasing touches along the tip and his other hand starts to move down as if trying to get him to see the picture.
Knowing it’s likely for Danta to comply, the butcher’s already prepared, withdrawing enough that the snap of his hips into the Maverick might radiate, as well as add some much needed attention to the blonde’s cock.
"Then you'll know why I'm eager," Danta grates out, though it's only a moment later that his mouth is otherwise occupied, sampling the taste of iron on Asta's thumb and lavishing it with the sort of attention that might easily have gone elsewhere had their positioning been different. It isn't, though, and the only complaints the butcher is likely to get is if he doesn't fuck him hard and fast and right now.
He doesn't expect the casual command to be as much of a turn on as it is, though Asta is likely to feel the dark smile that curls across Danta's lips as he complies. Flexible as they come, he of course leans himself further down against the stone, forearms braced against it, back hollowing and his legs spreading further to give Asta something to fuck against. "Good enough for y--"
Cut off by the way the butcher's hips snap into him, Danta's cry of pleasure is enough to alert anyone else in the hotsprings of exactly what they are up to, his nails biting into the rock for purchase.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
love, do you want love? do you want lust? say you don't know
It isn’t often that Asta feels as if he can get away bossing Danta around, but it’s times like these where it’s established that the butcher needs that certain amount of control (rd: most of it) that the taller Ancient really takes it and runs with it. His demand is a low throated purr, and he admires the smooth, beautiful back of the Maverick as he curves to comply. The sight is truly a thing to behold, evidenced by the snap of his hips, the way his tail tightens around Danta’s leg, the way his cry of pleasure echoes wickedly and deliciously against the wet stone walls.
“Very, very good, love.” He’s already a touch breathless, raining praise down onto the blonde Ancient in the form of verbal and physical praise. The hand that had been at his lips moves now, to slip out from under the arm that keeps him propped up against the side of the springs, down to the warmth of the water again before rising to toy with one of the blonde’s nipples, testing for the reaction. The rest of the butcher’s actions don’t stop either, not as his hips continue to snap a ruthless, breath snatching pace into the Maverick while the hand at his cock tightens into a pace to match the quick and deep pace he fucks him with. And with it, a low, saccharine tone to his voice, he admires and watches the way Danta’s body moves with each snap of his hips. “Gods, Dantalion, love—” A brief break as he pants a breath; voice impossibly more accented and huskier. “You are so perfect when you get wound up like this.”
Danta has never considered that he might have a praise kink, but gods when those compliments fall from Asta's lips, he feels something dark and needy uncoil in the pit of his stomach. Wanting to feel the butcher's hands tight in his hair and against his lips as well as all over his body, there's no way he can get enough of him, even as he fucks him so perfectly against the side of the springs.
Each thrust is hard and deep enough to drive the breath from his lungs, leaving him gasping in snatches of air whenever he can. Moaning something - curses or praise, it's unclear - as the other man teases at one of his nipples and strokes a feverish rhythm against his cock, it's about all Danta can do to keep his knees from buckling. "Gods, I'm already close," he pants, bracing himself hard against the rock as if to provide as much resistance against each buck of Asta's hips. "Fuck, just like that--"
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
love, do you want love? do you want lust? say you don't know
It seems they both stand a chance at learning something about themselves this season – between Astaroth’s realization in Torchline and Danta’s own dawning thought that maybe he did have a praise kink, it’s a good thing Astaroth would be more than content waxing all kinds of poetics if it got him results just like this. It’s a mix of both worlds, it seems, and the butcher already finds himself panting alongside the Maverick with each lungful of breath snatched from his lungs with each snap of his hips, driving himself deep again and again.
He can tell that he’s close, if not just by the sound of his panting breaths or the way he braces himself, but by the way his tail can sense the tremble in his legs as his tail remains coiled. So he continues exactly as is, positioned in slightly more of a stance to make sure Danta’s legs don’t give out on him, but trying to ensure he gets the Maverick off. “Cum for me, love.” Astaroth’s voice is a low purr of a demand, his hand stroking faster along with the relentless buck and snap of his hips, half curling over the blonde to where his scarred chest can be felt with each stutter breath the butcher takes.
"Oh, fuck--" Asta doesn't have to say it twice; the quick strokes of the butcher's hand and the buck of his hips all but forces him into his climax, Danta's fingers flinching against the stone as he cums. The world fizzes into nothing but static and the feel of the other man against his back, his pulse thundering in his ears and pleasure raking its way through every nerve ending.
His knees don't buckle thanks to Asta, though his arms are trembling with the effort of holding himself up off the stone; if he lets himself slip into the water, Danta is reasonably sure he'll drown (and happily so), but he has a feeling the butcher won't appreciate that - especially given that he's the only one who has gotten off so far.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
love, do you want love? do you want lust? say you don't know
Sparks flare between them as Danta reaches that climax, and something about the way he becomes taught just a second before it breaks into fuzzy static and nothingness really spurs the butcher on. The way Danta’s arms tremble and his body sags has Asta’s breath hitching more. Luckily he’s focused on the Maverick enough that he drags out the lingering waves of pleasure before both hands find Danta’s sides, relieving him of the pressure of keeping himself upright and putting it in the butcher’s capable hands.
Asta drags him up against his chest as he straightens up, pulling Danta with him as lips seek out his damp skin, dancing over veins he knows intimately are closer to the surface. He doesn’t go for them, as much as he wishes he could. Instead, he seeks out the lingering tinge of iron on Danta’s tongue, his eagerness causing him to slice his own tongue against his sharp teeth, dragging blood to the surface and the sharp snap of his own orgasm, pouring the moan of pleasure into Danta’s lips.
Easily manoeuvred in Asta's arms, Danta reaches back to loosely tangle his fingers in the butcher's damp hair as he's pulled flush against his chest, still panting hard and feeling dimming sparks of static ecstasy with the continued thrust of the other man's hips. "Gods, you're incredible," he moans softly, turning his head to meet the bloody kiss that Asta all but snarls against his mouth.
Tightening his fingers in his hair as he feels him cum, Danta finds himself happily pinned between the side of the springs and the butcher's chest, back arched enough that he can turn and lavish slow, crimson kisses against the other man's lips. There's nothing but the two of them for those precious few seconds; no past, no baggage, no pain or fear or trauma, and gods, Danta thinks he could live in the spaces between each of their heartbeats, so long as they remain like this.
Dantalion
// with every step that I ran to you //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
love, do you want love? do you want lust? say you don't know
The fingers that tighten in his hair only spur the sensation, a sharp tug against the otherwise blissful, bloodied kiss and the static that threads through and fills his veins. His arms are not any less strong from how they keep Danta pressed against him, though, indulging in the kiss with his own deep pants and growls that quiet as he starts to regain some semblance of himself.
And thankfully, he didn’t take a chunk out of the Maverick either.
And it’s that realization as he comes back into himself from the euphoria that has blossomed that allows his touch to become gentler, to let his fingertips glide against damp pale skin with reverence rather than greediness. And it’s in this blissful few moments that he lets Danta steal however many kisses he wants before the butcher's nosing his way down to press his lips to the heartbeat that pounds against the Maverick’s neck. “I love you.” Comes the quiet admission, hands possessive yet immensely endearing and adoring as he sweeps his touch along his skin. “What do you say we relax a bit more before we make the journey back?” He imagines he won’t get any denial, and so for the time it takes them, the butcher focuses entirely on the Maverick in soft stolen kisses and gentle massages until they’re both capable enough to return back to the Dusklight.
