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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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"Trust me, Flora, you've got nothin' to worry about when it comes to lookin' good in this," Jack purrs, crowding further into her space even as her arms swarm about his shoulders. As if to punctuate the point, his hands roam over her curves, from the hourglass of her waist and hips to the perfect peach of her ass where she's braced in the harness. At least with him standing between her legs she's got little to worry about in terms of him seeing her so bare and on display, though the captain would doubtlessly enjoy it.
Still, it's a difficult thing to be aroused when one isn't entirely comfortable, though safe and not hurting is a good start, and Jack leans in to capture her lips in a kiss that would normally feel far too soft and tender for the sort of sex a room like this demands. The captain likes to think he knows Flora pretty well by this point, though, and whilst he has promised he'd fuck her - and he will - there's nothing wrong with warming her up to it. "Hold on with both hands," he suggests as he draws away, nodding to the grips supporting her weight.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
"Easy for you to say." Flora laughs softly, immediately melting into the feeling of Jack's hands across her body, pressing herself into his touch as if the heat of his fingertips might burn away her insecurities. They did, little by little, and while not even Jack was good enough to be able to cure a twenty-something of her body issues, the slow press of his mouth against hers had Flora moaning soft sounds of approval against his lips as she tugged him closer with her legs. The heat of his body against hers combined with the way the whiskey was slowly working itself through her system had Flora relaxing by degrees and by the time the captain was pulling away from her, the Doubletake was eyeing him with a flirtatious jut of her chin as her gaze once again descended down toward his pants.
Reaching for the other grip as instructed, it's no accident that the way she chooses to hold onto it has her breasts looking gravity-defying and perky. "Like this?" She wonders, the naive pout on her lips entirely artificial despite the very real way that she does want him to tell her if she's doing it right.
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"It is. And since I'm the one doin' all the lookin' right now, you should probably believe it." Grinning as he draws back just enough for Flora to grab hold of the harness grips - and for him to admire the splay of her body and the way the straps criss-cross around her legs - he of course doesn't miss the way her eyes drop to his pants. And yes, Flora, Jack likes what he sees enough for that to be apparent, too. "Don't be impatient," he tuts, looking her up and down before nodding.
"Mm, just like that," he says, before he's smoothly dropping to his knees before her. Letting her brace her shoulders and upper back against the wall, the captain's hands slip around her hips to swing them forward, letting him graze his lips against her inner thigh. "Whatever you think about the swing, I can't deny it makes it so much easier to enjoy you like this," he mumbles, the words all but whispered against her soft skin.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
The ring on her finger doesn't pulse, not that she thought it would, but it still helps to hear him say it, such that this time as his eyes dance over her body, Flora merely adjusts herself suggestively in the harness. Her mind overlays what she imagines he must be seeing with thoughts of his hands tearing the silk from her shoulders, his fingers clutching at her skin to stifle the stay of the swing, of cool water trickling down her spine.
Rolling her eyes as she admonished, at least this time Flora is able to see the captain sink to his knees as he gently positions her partially against the wall. "Maybe a couch for my house, and a swing for your cabin, then." She teases, her toes curling in silent anticipation as she gazes down the length of her stomach at him.
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"And you said you didn't think you were really into experimentation," Jack purrs, pressing further slow kisses against the silken skin of her inner thigh. And honestly, she might be on to something, if the gentle rock of the ocean and the comparative sway of the swing have anything to say about it. Alas, Flora will have to take the imaginative reins from here, or at least be the one to say such things out loud, since the captain's lips are about to become rather busy.
Gazing up at her from the ground, perhaps he spends a teasing few seconds admiring her from this angle, legs splayed and hands gripping soft leather, before he tilts her hips forward and against his waiting mouth. Jack is always thorough in his ministrations, of course, but there's something about the weightless nature of this that has him ravenous for the moans and gasps of pleasure he knows he can drag from Flora's throat.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
"Mmmm...that doesn't seem like the sort of thing I'd say." Flora hums doubtfully before she does indeed take the opportunity to fill Jack's mind with all sorts of salacious imagery. Still not entirely convinced about being tied up—though given her penchant for Jack's possessive grip and his hands against her throat there's room to think she's wrong about it—Flora imagines what it would be like to fit herself into the swing wearing the sorts of gauzy fabrics that would easily tear with a bit of force, her hand between her legs and body swayed by the waves outside, her thoughts broadcast out to Jack as he tried to go about his business on the Ark.
The initial moan his tongue drags from Flora's lips is one of sharp surprise, the tantalizing softness of his mouth causing her back to arch in a way that's weightless. Oh. Normally the Doubletake can only move so much with the captain between her thighs even at the best of times, though because of the swing her hips could now move in any direction. The realization has heat flowing through her belly, and it finally occurs to her what the thicker strap behind her back is meant to be for. Gods, don't let me fall, Flora silently prays as she tightens her grip with one hand and releases the other if only to pull the strap against her back in order to lean properly against it. Shifting her weight fully back, albeit slowly and likely in a way that will require Jack to pause as her hips shift, by the time she's done the Doubletake is entirely horizontal.
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
Smiling against Flora - not only at the lusty little story she tells in her mind but at the way the realisation hits with the free movement of her hips - Jack slips his hands around to support her even as she begins to shift her weight. She might find it a little difficult given that he only pauses for the bare minimum amount of time she needs to get adjusted, his tongue otherwise lavishing her with every bit of attention she deserves, but that's more her problem than it is his.
"Mm, I thought you wanted to be up against the wall," he whispers barely loud enough for her to hear, his lips brushing over her clit with every word before he's drawing her forward against him again. Not that Jack minds at all, it just means they might need to be a little more creative with their positioning unless they want to accidentally give Flora a concussion. Rest assured, the Doubletake will find out soon enough if the way the captain's hands grow possessive against her are any indication.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
"I said I wanted to be fucked against the wall." Flora clarifies, arching her back all the more and finding that the way she was able to stretch herself against the support behind her back felt incredible, but it made her feel hot. She almost wished that someone would have come in at that moment to see the way the silk draped down from her body like broken wings as the shirtless pirate smuggler buried his face between her thighs. "I wish someone was watching—" Panting the words, Flora might not have needed to give voice to her thoughts, but she chose to anyway. "I wish they could see how good you are. How fucking hot you make me feel." And if this has anything to do with the accusations her parents levied against the captain, it's best not to think too hard about it just now.
Moaning softly, Flora never having been one to shy away from the sound of her own voice, stretches one of her arms out above her head to brace it against the wall lest Jack's ministration get so animated to put her in danger of rocking into it. 'nnnnnn, like that—' Biting at her lip as the captain's hands grow a touch rougher against her skin, Flora's free hand reaches for one of her breasts, cupping and rolling it between her fingers.
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
Humming something like understanding against Flora in a way that will undoubtedly just feel like a tantalising vibration, the Doubletake's hand against the wall is all the support Jack needs to sit back, even for a moment, to admire the arch of her body, the way she palms at her breast and strains against the supports of the swing. "I can see it just fine," he whispers, his voice little more than a rough growl. "Next time, though. We'll call someone in to watch, and you can tell 'em when they're allowed to cum."
Having given himself a couple of seconds to unbutton his pants and provide himself some relief, at least, when Jack leans in to lick and suck his way back towards her clit, this time he's relentless in his pursuit of Flora's climax, moaning against her sensitive skin and rocking her against his waiting mouth in a way that would absolutely have been impossible in any other position. Cum for me, he might have demanded, but he doubts he even needs to say it out loud, squeezing her hips hard enough to bruise, possessive in his need for her.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
"I want someone to watch you, too." Flora counters, and though it wasn't the sort of thing he'd ever begged her to say in bed, Jack was hers in more ways than he wasn't these days. Even if she couldn't come right out and say it, at least someone else could think it while watching the pair together. "That's when I'd use the whip—" Flora begins to think, the thought in her mind of someone touching themselves a bit too enthusiastically without her permission and receiving a thwack for it, before the movement of Jack's tongue has her sipping in a distracted breath, dissolving the image and replacing it instantly with only thoughts of him.
"—fuck." The word shivers from her lips, her voice pitched high with bright arousal as her feet strain against the bands around the balls of her feet. "I'm not going..to.." last, she means to say, before the pull of his hands around her hips as her mind dissolves into waves of static. Panting, her back arched nearly to the limit of what she was capable of, Flora roughly pressed her hand against the wall, her fingertips extended as much as they could to further force herself against the captain's mouth.
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
Good, Jack wants to say, though of course he's only really able to punctuate the thought by squeezing his hands against her hips. He doesn't want her to last, doesn't want to think about anything but the roll of his tongue and the press of his fingers, and whilst he can't get off in quite the same way as he'll be able to when he inevitably does fuck her against the wall, her mounting pleasure is nonetheless all his in a way that is quite literally indescribable.
Humming a note of near impatience against her and forcing in a deep breath through his nose, Jack does what anyone giving head does best. He doesn't deviate even a fraction from the pace and pressure that he's chosen, aiming to drag Flora's orgasm out of her come hell or high water. And if the way his cock begs to be touched has anything to say about it, he'll give her a third before their time int he room is through.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
Having given Jack the only warning she's willing to give, the window for him to have done anything more with her before making her cum has been slammed shut, and as the captain does precisely nothing different at all, Flora lets her mind properly unspool even as her body tenses and writhes within its constraints.
What starts out as a barely disguised whimper in the back of Flora's throat begins to grow and build as the heat in her belly similarly expands and pulses outward. The muscles of her thighs shake as she pushes against the restraints, her fingers now clawing at the wall in a desperate attempt to somehow get more of Jack even as he expertly pushes her unflinchingly towards her climax. "—gods, please jack," she begs breathlessly, her toes threatening to cramp they're clenching so hard. "—please, jack—" The refrain continues, growing louder in volume before Flora is snarling around the shape of his name as her second orgasm roars through her.
Where she's often left feeling weightless after the bright bubble of pleasure pops and she's left to fall through the opalescent haze of her come-down, as she's actually weightless, it feels as if there's no falling at all. As the world utterly melts away, Flora might as well have been in a sensory deprivation chamber given the way she's suddenly so divorced from anything and everything; It might even have been scary, had it not felt so fucking good.
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
Having to school himself against accidentally letting his grip on Flora grow slack with the way her orgasm roars through his magic, thankfully Jack is able to hold her aloft on the swing, riding out the waves of ecstasy that drag themselves through her veins, even if they make his fingers feel numb with pins and needles. Pressing himself against her enough to keep her pleasure rolling through the peaks of her climax, eventually he draws back to pant for breath, his cheek against the silken warmth of her inner thigh to give them both a chance to come down from it.
"Fuck, you really know how to cum," he rumbles, the words forming around a breathless laugh, and though no small part of him wants to rise smoothly to his feet and fuck her right away, Jack knows better than to push pleasure to the point of pain. Instead, letting his fingers smooth away the marks against her ass and hips that will certainly leave bruises, Jack carefully releases her that she might lay suspended in the harness.
Getting his feet beneath him after that is a feat in and of itself, and there's a hungry and pleased smile on his lips as he gazes at her. "And you said you'd hate the swing."
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
The feel of his cheek against her thigh feels absurdly sweet for some reason, and though the captain is likely to loathe it, as Flora's fingers release her breast and blindly drift down the length of her body, they tangle affectionately into his hair as she sighs with exhausted satisfaction. "fuck, you really know how to make me cum." The Doubletake counters, her own laugh light and airy as she feels the captain pull away from her entirely leaving her suspended in her post-orgasm bliss.
"Mmm." Flora agrees, cracking open one of her eyes and peering slyly up at him, not unaware of the way he'd had to undo his pants at some point. "Good thing I'm so brave and tried it anyway." Having no real way to adjust her position without pulling herself up using the handles above her—and there was no way she had the strength for that just yet—instead she held out her arms for him. "Kiss me," she hummed, her words carrying that same pleading quality that they had as she'd begged for him to make her cum.
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
