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Character of the Season
From Attuned to Ascended to Ancient, Kiada Njovu-Reyes has been reborn several times throughout her short life, but her fighting spirit has never once been diminished. With beauty, grace and a quick wit, Kiada is the whole package wrapped in an infectious smile. Recent endeavours have found her in the heart of the Hollowed Grounds, aiding the region and bettering it for her new Ancient kin, and whatever she does next, we know it's sure to pack a punch.
Congratulations, Kiada!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
Skinning and hosting by the epically talented Kaons, and functionality fanciness by the coding magic of Neowulf. If you ever see either of them around, make sure to show them some love!
"So which are you? Acquired or Accepted?" The blonde wonders, her tail idly switching back and forth behind her through the hole she'd cut in the back of her sundress. "So practical." Charlie praises, noting down the names Mateo had mentioned to ask Danta about when they flew towards the Grounds. Where she was going to live was a problem to be solved for another day.
"Have you even met Dygra? She isn't like any of the others. There's no nonsense about having to do or not do things. It's all about entropy, and while some might think of that as just chaos, really it's about embracing the fact that everything is fundamentally changing and that nothing lasts forever. When you think of the world like that, you realize how important it is to embrace the things that bring you the most pleasure." Prophelatizing nearly has Charlie's blue eyes growing heart-shaped, and though she's never ever going to turn down the opportunity to praise Dygra, the appearance of the vial certainly has her grinning.
"Absolutely."
they say i did something bad then why'd it feel so good?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
"Accepted," Mateo answers easily enough, because he has little idea about what an Acquired is (or maybe he does, but he can't remember and doesn't care to). As for Dygra and everything about her, perhaps one day he'll be in the mood to hear Charlie's cheerful, door-to-door why you should love Dygra speech but for now it's only with a polite and dimpled grin that he listens, all the while uncorking the vial.
"To entropy, then," he toasts, using the eyedropper to deposit a very decent amount of the liquid onto his tongue, before leaning in to share it with the Ancient by way of a kiss. Hopefully she doesn't mind, but on the off-chance that she'd prefer to share it via other parts of her body, Mateo gently presses the vial into her hands so she might to with it what she wishes.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
"Purr feta." Accepted was exactly what she wanted to hear, as evidenced by the way she shimmied herself just that much closer to the botanist and how her eyes seemed to drink him in anew: the long lashes over sea-blue eyes, the dimples hidden beneath the perfect amount of scruff, the pierced ears and perfect skin.
Though it might have been several hundred years since Charlie was last kissed, some things simply couldn't be eroded by the passage of time. Leaning against the botanist, the blonde moves to fit herself in his lap, her legs on either side of him. Accepting the vial between her fingers, she plunges her hands into his curls to draw him close. It was a kiss fueled by hunger and curiosity rather than simple lust, though certainly, Mateo would find that even once Charlie's tongue had sampled the few drops of snapdragon he'd placed in his mouth, her lips didn't part immediately from his.
"I assume you have a bit of a tolerance built up..?" She wonders, a touch breathless against his lips as she straightens somewhat to peer at him through her lashes. Surely the sort of man who carried narcotics around with him on a casual afternoon had more than a little resistance to their immediate effects.
they say i did something bad then why'd it feel so good?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
Finding himself quite enjoying the way the travelling tongue sounds on her lips - clumsy as it might be - Mateo hums his encouragement into her mouth and assists her journey into his lap with hands gliding along her upper thighs. Feeling the subtle crackle of the snapdragon in the back of his throat and up the length of his spine, Charlie is absolutely right, of course, in that this is only a low hum to what others might experience as a full blown high.
"As you say," he purrs, his lips grazing her jawline as if to lean further into the hands plunging through his curls, even as his palms press along her hips to sample her hourglass figure with every one of his senses, touch first. "Adoro il modo in cui ti senti," he continues, the words murmured against her skin quite without his permission.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
In her mind the whispered words are praises to Dygra, such that the blonde is helpless to do anything but add her own soft moans to Mateo's worship. With her head tilted back and her neck exposed, Charlie expects to feel teeth nipping at her flesh and drawing blood, as was so often her experience only to find the botanist's hands engaged in rather novel explorations of her body. Having little with which to bargain with, Mateo's knowledgable fingers would likely feel the cheapness of the fabric covering the ancient's petite frame; a tablecloth thrown over a priceless artifact.
Once upon a time, she'd have been able to keep up with Mateo drop for drop, but already she was feeling the colourful storm clouds of the snapdragon sparkling through her body. "Mmm, good." She sings approvingly, before tightening her thighs around Mateo's waist so that she could lean back somewhat while still having full use of her arms. Uncorking the vial, Charlie pulled down one side of her sundress, revealing a breast that, while small, was perfectly keeping in the curvacious-doll-sized proportions of the rest of the ancient's body. Placing a drop on her nipple, Charlie eyed the botanist as she arched her back, bringing her breast closer to his mouth.
they say i did something bad then why'd it feel so good?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
Whilst Mateo has engaged in an entire rainbow of kinks in his short life so far, he's not yet taken the plunge into play rough enough to draw blood, and so Charlie might find herself disappointed in that aspect. He makes up for it, at least, with soft and skilled hands that positively worship her curves, reverent against the fabric that hides the treasures beneath, however cheap said fabric might be.
Drawing back with her guidance - and the way her thighs squeeze about him will no doubt give away the growing tightness in his shorts - he watches through hooded eyes as she tugs her dress aside, the bead of snapdragon oil glistening against her nipple in an invitation he's heedless to resist. With his hands corsetting her waist, it's with an indulgent moan that he leans in to lick and suck the drug from her breast, sending a fresh tide of crimson crackling through his blood.
Shifting suddenly as if spurred on by the electric caress of the narcotic, he rolls to reverse their positions, settling Charlie against the blanket so he might begin his descent between her thighs. "Again," he invites, something mischievous in his blue eyes as he peers up at her. Wherever she chooses to leave the next drop of snapdragon is entirely up to her, of course.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
Letting her head loll back, Charlie's fingers work into Mateo's curls once again as if meaning to suffocate him against her breast until such time she deemed the snapdragon utterly gone. Hopefully his lung-capacity was as large as the bulge she could feel pressing between her thighs, was.
Easily moved, no sooner does Charlie find herself on her back, than Mateo will feel her tail curling possessively around his upper thigh and slipping up the back of his shorts. Looking down at him, the ancient's smile is crooked and knowing; where others might string out the moment with droplets near her navel and inside of her thighs, Charlie instead reaches down to pull her underwear aside. Placing a small trickle of snapdragon on her middle finger, the ancient lets her fingertip slip inside of herself, before gliding up to circle her clit.
Meeting Mateo's dark eyes and holding his stare, Charlie gently deposits the remaining mixture on his lower lip. "Good boy." She praises in a husky voice.
they say i did something bad then why'd it feel so good?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
Shifting just enough to allow Charlie's hand to work its way between them, while it can't be said that Mateo has a praise kink in the way some others Everest do, the sound of her voice trickling rough honey into his ears has his cock twitching impatiently, still tragically caged beneath layers of fabric. Leaning in to capture her finger - to make sure every ounce of snapdragon has been removed, of course - Mateo lavishes the digit with a hot tongue, fully intending to mimic the movement between her thighs very soon.
Only once he's satisfied does he hitch her sundress up around her waist and slip her underwear off that she might spread her legs more readily for him, the botanist's hands greedy against her hips and the soft swell of her backside. All but lifting her to meet his waiting mouth (such is the advantage of being so petite, Charlie, don't you know), Mateo hums a note of pleasure directly against her clit, before delving in to lap away the last of the offered narcotics.
And tolerance aside, he's definitely had enough now for the drug to be singing through his veins, bringing with it a surge of euphoria and weightless energy that begs to be exerted in whatever ways they deem creative enough.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
Would you believe it, Charlie does know, and the way she wriggles and flexes into Mateo's hands suggests that she's keen to let him know that she knows as well.
Caring little for who might be strolling around the Rainbow Road—sex for Charlie normally was both performative and social—as the botanist sampled her for the first time, the blonde let out a resounding moan of approval. Praise-kink or not, Charlie's bubbly and ever-positive approach to life enthusiastically applied to her sexual partners, and so while Mateo clearly knew what it was he was doing, the blonde didn't hesitate for a moment to let him—or anyone within the area—know just how pleased she was with his performance.
"Mmmm, you're so good at that." She trills as her tail unwinds slightly so that she could rub the heart-shaped spade down the front of his shorts. "Once you've gotten it all you can come up for air. Then I want you inside of me so we can cum together." Charlie didn't doubt that the botanist could make her cum twice, but certainly the first was always the best, and in her experience, it was always better shared with someone else.
they say i did something bad then why'd it feel so good?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
Having been fully intending to bring Charlie to orgasm from his place between her thighs - and yes, his lung capacity is as impressive as the bulge in the front of his shorts, thank you for noticing - it's only at her continued instructions that he comes up for air. Softly panting between kisses that he lavishes along the inside of her thigh, she'll feel the smile on his lips - and the way his breath stutters as her tail comes to join in the fun.
Okay, now he's got a new kink.
"Come potrei dire di no a ciò?" He purrs, shifting enough away from her to free himself at last, though whether Charlie wants to leave her legs hooked over his shoulders or not is entirely her prerogative. Hissing out a soft curse in the travelling tongue as his hand is finally able to stroke at his cock, he doesn't waste more time than necessary before shifting over her once more.
With one hand braced against the blanket and the other tucked beneath her lower back to keep her hips arched deliciously against his every thrust, Mateo enters her slowly on purpose, wanting to feel every lick of tight heat, every shift of her body around him.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
Letting her legs fall to his waist in order to feel him properly blanket her, Charlie's pint-sized proportions might give the botanist an idea of what it's like for, ahem, bulkier and large men than he, to bed regularly slim women: Charlie's arms can hardly touch as they reach around his shoulders, and her small hands have the clefs of his shoulders serving as fingerholds as he enters her. Another exuberant moan leaves her, the sound choked briefly in her throat; Mateo is no small man but Charlie is a small woman, such that he'll enjoy a good deal more friction than he might otherwise be used to.
Pain of course is nothing that she minds, and so despite the pressure, she greedily presses the heels of her feet against him. "Your cock is enormous." Charlie sings out approvingly, her cheeks flushed the same ruby as her horns. "I love a man who knows what he's doing." She continues as her hands rove over Mateo's shoulders and upper back.
they say i did something bad then why'd it feel so good?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
Worries about size - whether that's height or, ahem, otherwise - are for straight white men who are not Mateo Taliesin. Having fucked (and been fucked) in a variety of situations and by men and women larger than both he and Charlie, what really stands out for the botanist is her hedonistic enthusiasm above all else. Devouring her lips in a kiss as if he might be able to taste her compliments as well as hear them, he's been in enough brothels to know when words are just words - and gods if Charlie doesn't deliver well beyond that.
"I am only ever as good as my partner," he croons back to her, the words murmured against her throat as he increases his pace and moans out a note of blissful indulgence against her skin. Shifting just enough that he might get his knees beneath him, Mateo grasps her petite form, his hands feeling large and all-encompassing against her hips. From this angle he has the pleasure of being able to watch himself fuck her in earnest, not to mention giving her the space to pleasure herself at will.
"Dei, potrei scoparti tutto il giorno," he moans, wild with the snapdragon, the beaming sun overhead and the gorgeous woman beneath him.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
"Oh you." She sings right back to him. While some who are nearer to Charlie's size often dislike being picked up and tossed around, clearly the blonde has no such chips on her shoulders. Quite the opposite in fact, such that as Mateo grasps her hips and properly uses her, he'll hear the way the flattering quality of her moans turns darker and far more feral as the snapdragon carves a path for the spring of her orgasm to flow through.
"Il geeorno." Charlie agrees distractedly as she reaches down to grasp her breasts, her back arched nearly all the way off the picnic blanket.
Feeling the first glimmer of her orgasm tugging at the balls of her feet, the ancient pushes up on Mateo's shoulders before lifting her mouth up to his. "I want to be on top when we cum." She whispers, if only because without calling a halt, she'd not be able to shift the botanist on her own.
Though Mateo would likely want to simply roll them over, he'd find the blonde wriggling out of his grip in order to stand above him. Flushed and panting softly, Charlie tugs off her sundress and reaches for the end of her tail with a fanged smile. "I have tricks too." She says with a bob of her eyebrows before kneeling down just behind his cock. With a wave of her heart-shaped tail that Mateo might surmise for himself just what trick she was going to show him, she pressed her tail inside of herself for a moment while stroking his cock with one hand. Only when she was sure that her appendage was as lubricated as the rest of her, did she raise her hips and move forward, hovering right above the head of his cock. It was then that Mateo would feel her tail slide against his thigh. "Up."
they say i did something bad then why'd it feel so good?
Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!
Hella golden retriever energy. Small unrefined horns made of ruby. Regular spade-shaped tail.
"You can be wherever you want to be," Mateo assures her, his own voice sounding more rough than he's used to against his ears, the snapdragon and the sight of her working in tandem to make him more reckless than he otherwise might be. And indeed, he's about to roll them over when suddenly Charlie is gone and the botanist is left flushed and panting, his cock standing fully to attention and begging for more.
Still, as she shifts out of her sundress he rolls with it, leaning in to help with hot kisses pressed against the valleys between her hips, catching sight of her tail out of the corner of his eye. "Wh--" Breathless this time because he's in awe, Mateo's head lolls to the side with open admiration, and he shifts willingly onto his back to let her continue.
Up is something he's more than happy to comply with, and it's with a crooked smile that's soon wiped away into an expression of ecstasy that he lifts his hips and enters her a second time, leaving her free to play as she likes with the rest of his body.
if anything could fall at all, it's the world that falls away from me
