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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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Not to worry, Flora - the captain has had to wrap his hand around one of the supports of the swing himself as he lets his mind come down from the thunder of her bliss, and it's with a cocky smile that he raises his eyebrows. "So brave," he drawls his agreement through a quiet laugh, stepping forward without protest so he might slip a hand beneath her back and shoulders. Simultaneously drawing her up into a kiss and tilting her such that she can sit properly in the harness once more, Jack backs her into the wall with a needy press of his lips and tongue.
The siren song of her body isn't one he can ignore for long, and though he's fully invested in whatever fireworks he can make crackle in her thoughts from a kiss alone, his free hand is already working on freeing his aching cock from his pants. Huffing a sound of relief into her mouth and drawing her closer, he teases himself against her slick heat, leaving it up to Flora as to when she wants to have him again.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
Grinning with just as much arrogance, Flora wraps her arms around Jack's neck as he helps her up, tasting herself amidst the whiskey and smoke on his lips and finding herself wildly turned on by it. The way he's able to just move her through the air is exactly the feeling she'd hoped, and despite the way the bands and ropes of the harness ruin part of the illusion when they tug against her thighs and remind her of their presence, it's wonderfully easy to ignore the majority of the time.
"Gods, I want you." Flora whispers, the sudden desperate need in her voice taking even her by surprise. You'd think after two orgasms she'd have a bit more control, but in fact the opposite seemed to be true given the way her heart continued to race and the heat between her thighs burned hotter. Grasping at Jack's shoulders, Flora felt secure enough in the swing to arch her back away from the wall, her fingers greedily pressing against the back of his head to draw his lips back against hers. "Fuck I want you so bad." The words had plumes of fire roaring up her sides and filling her lungs, her body suddenly shaky with the force of her desire. Not in any position to question it or want to slow things down, Flora rolled her hips forward against Jack's as if to get his cock on her side just in case he wanted to try and delay things any more.
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
Flora will have to do very little to get any part of Jack on side, as she likely well knows, the captain humming a note of amusement into the greedy kiss she takes from his lips, his cock twitching impatiently between them. Her words are enough to have fire coating his bones, the heat from her thoughts filling him completely and causing his fingers to flinch against the harness. "Fuck," he hisses, as if she's entirely to blame for what comes next.
Shifting just enough to brace her upper back against the wall, Jack's hands slip beneath her thighs to draw her forward at the same time as he enters her with a hard thrust that brokers no room for sweet nothings or further foreplay. Able to use the swing as leverage, at any other time one might be able to accuse the captain of using Flora as something to fuck himself with, but the weightless feel of her combined with the easy movement of the harness makes it difficult to say who is doing any work at all.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
The angle and the way her hips are able to remain relaxed, not to mention how well lubricated Flora is both thanks to her efforts as well as Jack's, means that there's almost no resistance at all as he thrusts himself inside of her, burying himself in deep enough that the Doubletake's moan is more instinctual than flirtatious as she gasps out his name. It's almost like when he'd fucked her in the hotsprings, though now that there's no resistance from the water, the pace he's able to set has her her breath catching in her throat as she struggles to breathe around the fingers of heat that are clawing up the back of her throat.
For all her want of him, though, Flora isn't content to merely be a life-sized fleshlight in this situation; for however good it might feel for Jack, she knows she can make it better by getting what she wants. "Have me." She begs as her thoughts encourage him to push her back against the wall—and not gently, either. Pain might not have been Flora's thing, but there had never been a time when Jack hadn't perfectly walked the line of being rough that didn't have her dizzy with desire. "Fuck Jack, I'm yours. Have me—"
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
With Flora's memories dancing through his mind in a colourful panorama - the heat of the hotsprings, the way his hands had fit so perfectly around her hips and breasts, the feel of her against the stone - Jack is moving forward even as the Doubletake's commands spill from her lips. Pushing her roughly back against the wall with enough force to drag a moan of stifled pleasure from his lips, Jack hitches her up enough that whilst the harness is still doing most of the work, there's no doubt that he's more than an active participant.
Kissing a mark against her neck that's guaranteed to leave a dark bruise, the captain's thrusts are as brutal and deep as they are possessive, as if to hit all those fiery points of pleasure at Flora's core that refuse to be stoked by fingers or tongue. "Gods, I want you to cum again," he almost growls against her throat, encouraging her to hook her legs around his waist as best she can.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
The impact against the wall forces the air from Flora's lungs in a groan that might have been mistaken as pain to anyone not privy to the way her thoughts flared with scalding pillars of flame that threatened to consume her alive if they weren't satisfied. Gasping against the side of his neck as she felt him move further against her, Flora coiled the fingers of one hand into his hair, the other clawing against his upper back to encourage him closer—to orgasm, if not closer in distance.
"Jack." Wanting to scream his name but finding her lungs lacking the ability to do it in virtue of the shaky sips of air she was forced to snatch every time his hips drew back from her, Flora was relegated to panting it in a desperate moan against his hair.
Looping her legs around his waist, Flora shifted her hips forward in order to ensure the straps around her legs still bore the brunt of her weight, meaning that Jack's next thrust had her lower back shoved against the wall again. The sensation of being pinned had her mind fracturing into crimson fragments that immediately began to flicker and burn. "Harder," she begged, even as her muscles began to shiver and whine with the effort. "Gods, please, fuck me harder."
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
Flora will feel the captain's smile as a wicked, feral thing against her throat, and though his lungs are already burning and the tight, slick feel of her all around him is enough to drive him to madness, it would take a monumental effort of willpower (one he doesn't currently possess) not to give her everything she wants.
Minute flickers of electricity spark against his fingers and up the backs of her thighs as he swarms further into her space, pinning her tightly against the wall with every quick, hard snap of his hips. One of his hands slips from her legs to the harness itself, as if to prevent its movement from taking away from the force of his thrusts.
"You're mine," he whispers against the curve of her jaw, dragging his lips towards the shell of her ear where he nips hard at the lobe, and Jack isn't sure if the words are for her benefit or for his own. "Say it."
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
"Ahh—" The surprising shock of his fingers against her thighs has Flora momentarily flinching away from him, though there's only so far she can reasonably go. Quickly, the heat that the static whispers of pain have caused usurp any further instinctive reactions her body might have as she suddenly craves to feel the needle-bright press of his fingertips against her again and "again." She pants into his hair, her legs coiled around his waist, the muscles clenching with everything thrust of his hips that he might fuck her that much harder.
"Yours." Said like it was a release more than a vow or a declaration, no sooner had the word left her lips than Flora felt her fingers forcing their way down between their bodies; a feat made a touch easier given the sheen of sweat coating them both. "gods, yours, jack—" With hardly any pressure at all from her fingers the Doubletake felt her body respond as if she hadn't been touched in months rather than being on her third orgasm of the day. With a sudden roaring pressure that exploded up from her core, Jack's thrusts sent tendrils of fire out across her thighs and up the taut muscles of her stomach. "—jack—" His name was a scream in her mind but her lips managed a whimper at best before her the roll of her fingers and the buck of his hips had the Doubletake cumming hard. With her nails biting into his shoulder and her body writhing like a livewire against his, when Flora was finally able to properly cry out the captain's name, it was only because it felt as if his final thrust had exploded something deep inside of her body that allowed her to do so.
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
It's a good thing Flora is a fan of whatever static dances from his fingertips, because to say that she's driven him to distraction is an understatement, and Jack's control over that particular strand of magic is tenuous at best. And so it's with another flicker of electricity and the exact words he wants to hear spilling from her lips that he shifts just enough to let her hand snake between them. The white-holt bolt of pleasure from her fingers paired with the unsustainable pace of his hips has him close already, and he holds out only because he can sense the taut, fire bright line of her climax about to snap at any moment.
And when it does, it drags Jack along with it with enough force to have him staggering against Flora, his hand reaching up out of instinct to grip one of the supports of the swing to keep him upright. Buried as deeply inside her as he can go, he cums through gritted teeth locking the sound of her name and whatever other declarations he might have made behind them. It feels as though he's been holding his breath for the longest time when he finally lets it go, panting hard into the crook of her neck, knuckles white around the leather support.
Feeling as though Flora has managed to burn through the edges of his telepathy, leaving the magic raw and numb and oversensitive all at once, it's about all Jack can do to hold onto her and try to catch his breath. "I've never felt like that before," he mumbles, the admission hoarse and muffled against her skin.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
It's the best she's ever been fucked, and, without thinking about it too hard, Flora would probably also think it might be the best she's ever felt, as well. Love probably has something to do with it, but fuck if she doesn't like Jack a whole helluva lot as well, hard as that apparently was for people to understand.
Quite literally unable to let him go given the way her muscles have all but locked themselves into place—they're far too tired and too used to listen to any instructions her mind might send their way—Flora trembles against the captain as even the most minute movements between them have phantom shivers of pleasure warbling through the oversensitive static coating her entire body. "mmmm," the Doubletake hums in response. No does that mean he loves me?'s, no, I'm just that good's. For once Flora's mind is quiet, even as the deepest recesses of it fill with a warm golden glow that gives way only to unfathomably deep depths of ocean-blue.
Only when the pounding of her heart has subsided and she can no longer hear her pulse in her ears does Flora move, shifting ever so slightly in the captain's arms and forcing her legs to loosen their death grip around his waist. "We're definitely getting one of these," she whispers into his hair, resisting the urge to sprinkle kisses all over his cheek and instead merely pressing a single kiss against his temple.
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
The silence is sweet and endless and golden in Jack's mind, and though Flora is holding him up just as much as he's doing the same for her, he carefully loosens his grip on the harness support to let his hand drift back to her waist. Does it mean that he loves her? The question burns in the back of his thoughts even if he has no energy for it currently, the captain shifting only when Flora does, and rest assured it isn't far. His laughter is little more than a hot breath against the crook of her neck, Jack steadying his feet just enough to peer up at her.
"You got it," he rumbles, his voice hoarse with exertion, his body feeling heavy and reluctant to comply with his demands. "For now, though, how does that sound for our next trick?" Nodding over his shoulder towards the plush bed, whilst Jack's intentions may be good, he's still not going anywhere for at least another couple of minutes. It's all he can do to straighten up and out of her arms, in fact, sweat glistening on his forehead and down his back, his expression still a little far away.
Glancing down at the stirrups and buckles still holding Flora aloft, the raise of his eyebrow is question enough for her: do you think you can stand up?
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
Smiling against Jack's temple, Flora's fingers sweep absently through his hair, smoothing down the whorls and ruffles that her grasping fingers had left. As he begins to pull away, Flora moans softly under her breath; had she any strength left she might have tried to tug him back against her, the sudden absence of his body feeling as if she'd suddenly lost a part of herself. Shivering and missing the warmth of him already, as Flora glances over his shoulder toward the bed, her lips twist into a lazy grin. "Have something horizontal in mind, do you?" It's sleeping and they both know it, but Flora thinks after what's just transpired, it'll feel almost as good.
Reaching for one of the grips above her head and pulling down in an effort to adjust her position, her arm trembles instantly, able to do little more than shift her a fraction. Laughing breathlessly the queen can only give her head a helpless shake as she leans back against the wall. "No, you're definitely going to need to help me." Glancing over his shoulder toward something that vaguely resembled a stool (no doubt it had a much more nuanced purpose, but whatever, it looked sturdy enough), Flora nods. "I can stand on that." No doubt if he tried to take her into his arms as she untangled herself they'd both end up on the floor, and while she was pretty sure they'd be content to pass out where they fell, the bed did look a lot more comfortable.
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
"Mm, somethin' like that," Jack says, just about managing to sound sly about it, even if yes, the activity in question is absolutely sleeping. While Flora tries (and fails) to get herself remotely upright in the swing, the captain focuses on tucking himself back into his pants, though he doesn't bother to button them back up. "Bold of you to assume I'll be of any help after that," he drawls. Being fucked senseless is quite a literal thing for Jack, and if his careful steps to grab the questionable stool are anything to go by, Flora has pushed him close to it.
Still, slow though it might be, he does manage to set the stool beneath her, before carefully unbuckling one of the stirrups and guiding her leg down onto it. "If you fall, you're takin' us both down," he warns her, and while it would be easy to leave Flora to her own devices after that initial bit of help, Jack steps forward to slip an arm around her waist so she can use him for balance, then proceeds to free her other leg.
you wanted perfect, you got your perfect but now I'm too perfect for someone like you
Pausing for just a moment—If you fall, you're takin' us both down—the Doubletake's mind seems to parse those words in another context entirely, before she's mirroring the slow roll of the captain's shoulders and reaching her arm around him, her smile thinly veiled if exhausted. While it would have been easy for Jack to pull away, it would have been harder on him in the long run what with the way Flora would surely have rallied whatever strength she had left to give him hell for abandoning her in the swing.
Her leg wants to immediately buckle as she tries to put any amount of weight on it, leaving her trembling like some newborn fawn ready to be picked off by the first hungry predator to come around. "Gods, Jack." She huffs under her breath as if the state of her wasn't just his fault, but something he should feel bad about as well. "Next, one of us is learning how to teleport." Flora complains, and though she does shift some of her weight against the captain to bear, she still firmly holds the handle above her before sliding her other leg free with his assistance.
"And you said we've still got a few hours?" Placing her palms on Jack's shoulders before shakily stepping off the stool, Flora staggers unsteadily toward the bed, adjusting the robe properly back around her shoulders and waist.
i scream for whatever it's worth "i love you" ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?
