What do you get when two ruthless assassins raise their daughter travelling through the wildest reaches of Caido? Take one look at Theea and you'll get a pretty good idea. Cheerful and tenacious in equal measure, and curious beyond all else, she began her journey on a mission to find those her mother once called family. And find them she did, soon rubbing elbows with demigods, leaders and even ghosts from the past. Her determination is resolute, her thirst for knowledge unmatched. We can't wait to see where her next adventure takes her!
Congratulations, Theea!
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Jack's request reverberated through her consciousness. Her breath shuddered out, raw and hungry, fingers tightening in his hair as she leaned back, arching until she seemed suspended purely by starlight. And then the ship, the railing, even the ocean itself melted away—leaving only an endless expanse of cosmic darkness, glittering violently around them.
"You want to see?" she whispered roughly, each syllable edged with a molten challenge, her thighs pressing tighter against his shoulders as galaxies spiraled hungrily through her mind, heat surging between their linked thoughts. "Come here, then." Jack would feel phantom fingers close firmly around his cock; every blazing star in her consciousness shuddered with the sensation, igniting and pulsing in time with the slow, firm strokes of her fingers. Her phantom grip tightened, sliding with torturously deliberate slowness down the heated length of him, drawing out the sensation as stars trembled and shivered in tandem, burning fiercely with the echo of his desire. Each teasing, purposeful stroke revealed another nebula unfurling, another star system catching fire—galaxies of need and want, spinning on the edge of collapse.
"Come here—" The phantom touch became an insistent tug as lilac clouds filled the spaces beneath Jack's knees and around Safrin's body. "—and I'll show you everything."
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Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Tentacle Rod | An enchanted rod ending in three writhing tentacles. Outside of combat, the tentacles have a tend
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Skyboat | A small schooner capable of travelling to adjacent boards. Travels at the same speed as a wagon/pleasure boat.
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000)
Skipping 1 x level 6 requirement for 600MP
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Skipping for a Level 10 requirement.
The world melts away around them and Jack barely notices, barely breathes with the way his focus narrows in on Safrin, his tongue plunging into her slick heat even as starlight gathers behind his eyes and threatens to erupt out of him at any moment. The phantom fingers around his cock are enough, at least, to keep him grounded, ironic as it might be given the way the cosmos replaces the rough boards of his ship.
Groaning against her and trying to keep from losing himself even at the softest of her touches, the command that drips from her lips is a siren song he is entirely unable to ignore. Gasping in a breath, he ascends back between her thighs and up the length of her body, trailing kisses that have his lips feeling numb and his bones aching, until he reaches her perfect lips, his arousal poised tantalisingly between them.
"Promise?" he asks roughly, his smile somewhere between wicked and nervous, before he clutches her close and drives himself forward, joining them in a swift, hard thrust that has him quite literally seeing stars.
we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
Safrin’s laugh was a silken purr, full of starlight and hunger as Jack filled her in a single, powerful stroke. Stars exploded behind her eyelids, the cosmos rippling and surging in her thoughts as she grasped at his shoulders, nails digging crescents of heat into his skin. In a breathless instant, the vast nothingness beneath them spun and shifted, space itself tilting and rolling at her whim, sending them spiralling weightlessly in the void.
"Promise," she gasped against his mouth, her voice a velvet whisper that resonated through his bones. Legs tightening around his waist, she guided their movements, rolling and shifting as easily as if gravity itself was a plaything, letting the captain thrust into her as deeply and greedily as he wished. Every delicious plunge of his cock coaxed a galaxy into violent, radiant bloom, pleasure pulsing through her veins with the heat of supernovas bursting and reforming in glittering, cosmic storms.
Safrin’s nails trailed down Jack’s back, her hips rising eagerly to meet his as she pulled him impossibly deeper, welcoming each thrust with breathless delight. In the nebulae of her mind, worlds shivered and shattered into fragments of pleasure, pulsing with her escalating arousal as she lost herself to the rhythm of his body. Each brush of their skin ignited solar flares, bright and searingly hot, her breath hitching with the promise of release that hung tantalizingly just out of reach.
Slowly, with a crooked smile, she rotated them in the weightlessness of her realm, settling herself atop him so that Jack was suspended beneath her in a universe of her making, allowing him to see exactly what he had begged for. With hands braced upon his chest, she rocked deliberately, her hips rolling relentlessly, coaxing them both closer to the supernova she craved, while above and around them, galaxies bloomed and collapsed. If there were thoughts of anyone else in his mind Safrin burned them away with solar flares and left in their wake the promise of more if only Jack was brave enough to reach out and throw himself fully into her orbit.
-500 MP Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
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Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Tentacle Rod | An enchanted rod ending in three writhing tentacles. Outside of combat, the tentacles have a tend
Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
Skyboat | A small schooner capable of travelling to adjacent boards. Travels at the same speed as a wagon/pleasure boat.
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000)
Skipping 1 x level 6 requirement for 600MP
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000).
Skipping for a Level 10 requirement.
It's far too clumsy a point to say that Jack has never fucked or been fucked like this. This goes so far beyond mere sex that he doesn't believe a word has been invented yet for what it is; he feels Safrin burn deliciously through him as if she might fill each and every space in his body, despite the way he bucks into her hard and deep and without care for physics or limitations. Endless space tilts and whirls around them, stars erupting in the wake of the goddess's mounting pleasure, and he barely notices as he finds himself beneath the rise and fall of her hips.
His hands roam greedily across her body, pulling her down onto his cock even as her hips roll and she moves against him, offering him a view that will be forever etched in his memory. You're so perfect, he says, his voice unable to utter the words as pleasure crackles through the base of his spine and his muscles scream for release, but gods, he can sense it too, that quietly rumbling climax that looms ever closer.
Hungry for it, for her, for all she might offer, Jack throws himself heedlessly into any sensation she might brand upon him, and though he doesn't know where they are, exactly, his magic leeches out of him all the same. Fractals of ice and lashes of crackling electricity empty into the space, though it's swallowed into nothing against the black hole of Safrin's desire.
we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
Safrin leaned forward with a sharp intake of breath, her head thrown back as Jack moved inside her, each demanding thrust fracturing stars and scattering constellations across her mind. Her hips rolled to match his rhythm, wild and insistent, the force of their connection igniting a trail of white-hot supernovae through her veins. With a sensual moan, she pressed her hands firmly against his chest, nails raking down skin as she rode him harder, chasing the edge of oblivion.
Her thoughts, spread open for Jack's mind to devour, surged and collapsed like celestial tides, swirling galaxies of molten starlight and cosmic dust spiralling in rhythm with his movements. Each thrust ignited meteor showers that raced through the vast expanse of her consciousness, fiery trails blazing into the darkness, promising release only if he was bold enough to reach for it. The Ark beneath them vanished entirely in her vision, replaced by endless expanses of velvet space and the pulsating, burning core of a galaxy trembling on the brink of existence.
Her legs tightened around his hips, urging him deeper, harder—desperate for the friction that could shatter the galaxies she held within her. Fingernails dug into his chest as Safrin clenched around him, the pleasure blazing white-hot, her voice a low, desperate whisper vibrating against his lips. "Take it, Jack," she urged breathlessly, her thoughts flooding into him as freely as everything she was opened to him.
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Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Tentacle Rod | An enchanted rod ending in three writhing tentacles. Outside of combat, the tentacles have a tend
Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
Skyboat | A small schooner capable of travelling to adjacent boards. Travels at the same speed as a wagon/pleasure boat.
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000)
Skipping 1 x level 6 requirement for 600MP
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000).
Skipping for a Level 10 requirement.
Jack comes undone at the seams in a wash of cosmic light, consumed by thoughts he has only the barest fraction of a chance at understanding, his lungs burning and heart galloping in his chest fast enough that any sound medic would consider it life-threatening. He doesn't know if he'll come down from this with his ship still intact from the wild and uncontrolled pulses of his own magic, doesn't know if he'll come down from this at all in truth.
But take it, Safrin says, and Jack reaches out to grasp the livewire of celestial ecstasy, letting it trill through him like a pleasure he's never known and never will again. He hears nothing, says nothing as something raw and primordial sears him from the inside out, though distantly he imagines any rational person would cry out or scream. (In pleasure or terror, though, who knows?)
Lost in endless darkness and blinding radiance, at his heart the captain is, alas, a mere mortal, and he will return from this at Safrin's mercy and little else.
we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
Jack's climax roared through Safrin’s consciousness, a cataclysmic explosion of celestial force and mortal passion that shattered the boundaries of even her divine perception. His release surged through her mind like an unstoppable shockwave, birthing clusters of stars and igniting spirals of galaxies that erupted outward, rippling and expanding into cosmic brilliance. For an eternal heartbeat, the universe itself seemed to hold its breath, bearing witness as the captain's ecstasy cascaded into the void, setting it ablaze with new constellations formed by their mingled pleasure.
When the tidal waves of starlight ebbed back into the cosmos, Jack would find himself back aboard the Ark once more, Safrin perched on the railing, her breath gentle and warm as she cradled his head softly against the moonlit swell of her breasts. Her fingers drifted along the curve of his neck, idly tracing invisible paths between the freckles and scars she found there. Her heartbeat, steady now, drummed softly against his ear, and her breathing came slow and deep, easing him gently back into reality.
"Welcome back," she whispered playfully, a smile curving against his temple, her thoughts brushing tenderly against his as softly as the starlight above. When morning light found the Ark, this particular stretch of railing would bear an imprint as flawless and unmistakable as the perfect curve of Safrin’s ass, etched forever into the wood as a lingering mark of the goddess’s divine indulgence.
Her fingertips continued their slow, idle exploration along his skin, tracing patterns of constellations only visible to her eyes. And with a final, quiet hum of satisfaction, Safrin brushed her lips softly across his temple, murmuring a promise in tones both gentle and amused. "I always did like leaving my mark on you, Jack." Nestled against Safrin's breasts, Jack would gradually become aware of a gentle weight resting against his collarbone. There, settled against his chest, was a pendant—a heavy, dark stone the color of midnight skies, shot through with veins of shimmering silver like distant constellations.
Jack has received:
Family Pheromone | A dark stone on a chain mined from Starfall. When worn on the island, causes all flora/fauna to treat the wearer like a Friend of the Family.
-500 MP Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
-500 MP Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
Type: Grey | Style: Offensive | Level: Basic
Tentacle Rod | An enchanted rod ending in three writhing tentacles. Outside of combat, the tentacles have a tend
Receive a custom item (Accepted only)
Skyboat | A small schooner capable of travelling to adjacent boards. Travels at the same speed as a wagon/pleasure boat.
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000)
Skipping 1 x level 6 requirement for 600MP
Skip a levelling requirement (100x the requirement level. Skipping a requirement at level 2 costs 200, at level 10 costs 1000).
Skipping for a Level 10 requirement.
He might be welcomed back by Safrin, but the captain feels anything but victorious. Satisfied, exhausted, vaguely unhinged? All of those things, certainly, but while his magic is little more than a dull ringing like tinnitus after hearing something far too loud, he already gets the impression that he'd fallen shy of being able to bring a goddess to climax. Which, ambitious it might have been, but the captain is nothing if not that.
Tethered to reality by the slow beat of her heart and feeling numb and heavy in his limbs and his mind, the captain's breath is a raw and shivery thing in his chest, and it's with effort rather than reluctance that he peels himself into a semblance of upright. "I bet you say that to all the boys," he says with a crooked smile, sounding as if he's been running on empty for days.
"Pleasure doin' business with you," he adds, indeed feeling the weight of the chain around his neck. "Make sure this new kid gives the void hell, yeah?"
we've gone way too fast for way too long
and we were never supposed to make it half this far
"Doesn't make it any less true," Safrin purrs. All around them, The Ark begins to reassert herself, and even if Jack's body feels less than sturdy, at least the ship beneath his feet will.
"If you ever need anything else—" her lips hug the word need though Jack's telepathy will feel the word want traced against the inside of his bones. "—you know where to find me."
Slyly the goddess straightens, stretching her arms luxuriously over her head. If she's at all disappointed in Jack's abilities or efforts, there's no trace of it in her thoughts. "Oh he will." She vows of Zenith, before a warm rush of spring air carries her form away, though Jack will feel the lingering imprint she's left on him for more than a few days to come.
