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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!
Credits
Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Remi had to bite down hard on the inside of his cheek to stifle the immediate groan that wanted to burst from his lips. Simultaneously he wanted to shove Sam's head backwards and thrust his throat against his teeth, just as he wanted to grasp his legs and thrust himself inside of him. Both urges he resisted, though only just. His lip quivered with needy anticipation, while his knees pressed against the bed, shoving himself further down and against Sam.t
Unlike in the cave, their differing heights now proved an asset. Though Remi was now moved higher to allow Sam access to his throat, his body was still long enough for him not to be deprived of the closeness he craved. As Sam's fangs broke the skin, Remi's body trembled with the now familiar crash of pleasure that swamped his every sense. His eyes rolled back into his head as his lashed fluttered closed, his hips thrusting forward as a hand now curled into a claw swiped with deadly precision against Sam's hips. The fabric between them was no match for the claws of a lusty lion.
Moaning without restraint now, Remi rolled slightly to his side, pulling Sam with him so as not to break contact between them anywhere. One hand slipped behind the ascended's head, curling possessively through Sam's coppery hair and pressing the seal of his lips ever tighter against Remi's neck. His right hand lowered, the feeling of the soft flesh covering the hardness of Sam's cock against his fingers making him moan a stuttering string of incomprehensible syllables. Raising his leg he cast if over Sam's, pulling him greedily closer as the alchemist's hand began to pulse up and down. Massaging his fingers in the back of Sam's skull, The grip of Remi's other hand widened, collecting his own length against Sam's. Not so easily done, though Remi managed, he held them both together, the lubrication they had each provided making his task all the more easy as the chemical cocktail of Sam's fangs splashed bright and tangible echoes of indescribable pleasure through every point of his body. His hips moved in tandem with the rising and falling of his hand as his back and toes arched with the increasing pressure against his stomach and spine.
remi
Come on skinny love just last the year Pour a little salt we were never here
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
