Ass and Titties

Kaisel

Haters on my back like a backpack

"Oh," he says, a touch surprised. He knows enough about Ancients, but it's still a thing to hear the word centuries tossed out for an age like it's nothing. He pauses for a moment, counting under his breath and faintly wiggling a few fingers. "I'm nineteen, so still figuring out muses as a whole, I guess." He taps his pen curiously against the paper thought, glancing up at her for a long moment, less distracted by the arch of her back and the swell of her breasts around her hair than her face. "So all that time, and you've never fallen in love?" If she says she loves Dygra, so help him.

He resumes his sketching though, a few lines ending up a little wrong, not quite the image in his head or the image of her. It's a woman though, at least that much is clear, he thinks. No, yeah, definitely looks like a woman. To make sure, he adds a bit of extra roundness to her breasts. "Frey assigned me to," he murmurs, distracted now in trying to shape out her chin properly. He's drawn before, just doodles on his papers when studying became boring. It'd mostly been the same thing over and over, a well practiced dragon, a 3D symbol, a sun with shades peeking out of the corner and varying degrees of lines for rays of heat depending on the room he had. This is a bit more advanced, and though his model is perfect, other than the fact she does keep arching this or that differently, it's not so easy to put down what's real onto paper. Another one of Frey's lessons?

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charlie

Charlie’s grin blooms warm and wicked all at once. "Practically a baby!" she gushes, tone half-affection, half-delight, as if the number nineteen is both endearing and hilarious. "And yes, of course I’ve fallen in love," she adds with a bright laugh that sparkles like glass in sunlight. She tilts her head, nose wrinkling in a way that makes her look almost girlish despite the centuries behind her. "Why on earth would you think I haven’t?"

One heartbeat he’s alone, the next the air changes—heat, perfume, and a flicker of movement—and suddenly she’s there, close enough that the warmth of her breath brushes his ear. Leaning over his shoulder to inspect the page, her hair spills forward in soft waves. "Frey, huh," she murmurs low, the syllables curling around him like smoke. A single, lacquered nail taps the exact curve of her ass on the page, and her voice dips into a pleased purr. "Very good."

And then she’s gone again, dart!ing back onto the bed in precisely the same position with impossible ease, as if she’d never crossed the space at all. "I always liked Frey, of all your heralds," she muses, almost to herself. "They're much better now that they’ve split into two separate beings. Much more...focused." Her eyes flick back to him, sharp and blue, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Makes for better company."

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and I like my men all incompetent

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

Kaisel

Haters on my back like a backpack

"I am not a baby," he scoffs loudly in response to the grating insult, his pen smacking his paper as he levels her with a stare bordering on a pout. To her, relatively, absolutely he is. To his parents, eternally it'd seem. To his cousin, too often. So he's not particularly embracing of the label, however apt it might be. Babies don't get to do cool shit.

The bright laugh and answer that sweep in after that remark don't help, making it seem like the most foolish thing he's asked her yet. He just gestures with a hand towards, well everything happening here, as if the confusion is equally apparent. "Because why else would you be here, doing this?" A realization dawns on him suddenly though and he gasps audibly, clutching at the edges of his notepad. "Oh shit, did they die?"

She appears so suddenly behind him he hasn't even finished registering that she left the bed. The tickle of her breath against his ear shoots him to the moon, his body taking a screenshot before he keels over to the side in front of him. "WHAT!?" Is all he has time to manage after a brief impersonation of a fainting goat, and then she's poof, gone again and back on the bed with all the same sultry slopes. "What!?" he repeats as he pushes himself back into a sit, his hair somehow more mussied than before, which is saying a lot since it's the end of the day. "How did you?" He glances behind him, then back to the bed, then back behind him. "Oh my gods, do it again, that was fucking cool!" Frey rules blah blah, teleportation is much more interesting than a god discovering mitosis.

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charlie

Charlie’s chuckle rolls out low and amused. "Fine, young, then," she concedes, voice wrapping around the word like it’s something sweet she’s willing to let him keep.

Her head tilts, blue eyes wide and bright as she blinks at him. "I mean, doing this seemed like a fun thing to do—so why wouldn’t I?" The question lands light but carries that faint, knowing undertone of someone who’s lived long enough not to need justification. His gasp about her lovers draws only a little shrug. "Not everyone’s as lucky as I was, to slumber through the centuries. So yes—everyone I’ve loved is gone now." There’s no sadness in it, no lingering ache—only the factual ease of someone who’s made her peace with that truth and has devoted her life to the tenants of change.

Kaisel's reaction to her magic is met with a delighted giggle, and before the sound fades she’s gone from the bed, dart!ing straight into his lap. Warm, soft curves press against him—she’s shockingly light for her shape, all smooth skin and petite frame that fits neatly across him. "I have lots of tricks," she purrs, the words edged with suggestion even if her eyes glitter with pure mischief. Then, with a good deal less heat but more sunshine, she adds, "If you want, I could become a dragon and fly you around outside."

oh I like my boys playin' hard to get
and I like my men all incompetent

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

Kaisel

Haters on my back like a backpack

He happily accepts her amendment, nodding along with it like it's only proper and deserved. It all rather pales in comparison to everyone I've ever loved is gone now though, his horror made all too real. He cannot imagine that feeling, doesn't particularly want to. "I'm sorry, that's—" he starts to say something pitying and sad, like he could carry the weight of the pain he knows is there if she can't. He stops though, maybe catching the way it sounds, or for once recognizing how she prefers to keep it. What could he really do for her anyway? What could anyone, in a position like that? Better to let her keep her smile, however much he doesn't really believe it. The whole point of pretend is that it's not real.

So he softens instead, "I'm glad you made it through," and puts the pen back to work.

As the heaviness gives way to her extremely surprising talents, he's no less startled when it happens again. Despite expecting something, the sudden emergence of her tits near his face and the weight of her heat in his lap is enough to start early onset rigor mortis for his entire body. "Shit—" he pales, every hair standing on end. The tension melts into a laugh though, delighted by her more than anything, his head tilting back against the wall with all the winded relief of someone who just escaped a near death experience. "You are wild." Which is saying a lot, coming from him.

His drawing is smothered beneath her ass, but it's complete enough, he figures. At least, that's what he's telling himself, because otherwise he can think of no other reason not to agree to climbing onto the back of a relative stranger, who's sanity may or may not be questionable, to hurtle around the area as a dragon rider. "Um, that sounds fucking amazing!"

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charlie

Charlie flashes him a fanged grin, her blue eyes bright with something that feels both appreciative and utterly certain. "No need to be sorry," she says easily. "That’s how it has to happen in the end—everyone dies, everything changes. One of the things about being an Ancient, and about worshipping Dygra, is learning to embrace the change instead of fighting it." Her tail gives a slow, deliberate flick as her smile deepens. "It’s why most of us are happier, sugar. We live in the moment." This too shall pass, and all that.

Still draped in Kai's lap, Charlie lets her fingertips wander lightly across his chest, nails tracing just enough to tease. Then—pop!—her lips make the sound as her free hand brushes the chair they’re in. The wood disintegrates into nothing, dropping them the short distance to the plush carpet with a bounce.

She laughs, unabashed, sprawled for only a heartbeat before rolling to her knees. "I can do lots of things," she says cheerfully, the double-meaning hanging between them like perfume. In the next breath she’s gone from the floor, dart!ing to her feet and holding out a hand toward him, eyes alight. "Come on!"

oh I like my boys playin' hard to get
and I like my men all incompetent

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

Kaisel

Haters on my back like a backpack

Gods, if he ever wondered how far he could be pushed, this might be it. He'd thought he'd hit that wall with Flora time and time again, but Charlie takes it the extra mile, and then another half. On a different night perhaps he would have already crumbled to her wiles, his willpower only so strong when it's being worked by such willing hands. Chat would like to believe this to be the case, and she certainly checks enough of his boxes for it to be plausible. Despite what Chat thinks though, Kaisel doesn't run around with an erect penis to every blonde on sight. This particular night he's especially limp, because not only does he have his mission to complete Frey's challenges, but all the chaos of Flora's words still spin in the back of his head, like pieces of a puzzle that got jumbled after someone flipped a table. It's only because of Charlie he's even managed a laugh after it all, more out of disbelief than anything light-hearted enough to last.

That's not to say he isn't grateful for her pop though, because falling onto his ass helps beat back the chub that's trying to rise to her naked warmth like it's being called. The leash of his pants is enough to hold it back, and the floor is like a stern shout that sends the worm whimpering back.

It might return once he's stradling a dragon though, and to be fair, who wouldn't be erect for that?

An "oof," chokes out of his chest as they land on the floor, his hands sprawling to either side of him for support. The pen rolls away while he slaps the pad of paper down, the sketched outline of all her curves no match against the ones spilling across the floor in a fit of giggles. He braces one of his hands against the side of his head, half wondering if he's actually come down with a fever and this is just a really bizarre dream. "Of that I have no doubt," he assures her, offering a lazy grin. Maybe the belief will keep her from feeling the need to display more of them.

Rising to his feet with far less elegance than her, he takes her hand after only the briefest pause, where he considers for just a moment how wise this decision actually is. That moment swiftly passes thought with a loud fuck it as he reaches to hook his fingers in hers. "Lead the way!"

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charlie

Charlie doesn’t so much take Kai's hand as pulse her fingers against his in a quick beat of approval before tugging him after her with happy, unhesitating momentum. Clothes are clearly not on her to-do list; instead, she flings the door open and lets two shimmering bands of fire coil around her like living sashes, their heat licking at the air and their glow making her skin gleam. It’s just enough to keep her more or less “presentable” by someone’s standards, not that Charlie has ever been one to care about such things.

"You’re going to love this," she promises over her shoulder, tail swaying with each confident step as she all but drags the dragoon down the hall. "Being a dragon is one of my favourite shifts." They pass the bar, and Charlie throws up a cheerful wave to someone who greets her with the kind of unbothered nod that says this isn’t even the most curious thing they’ve seen her do today. The fact she’s pulling a young man in tow and wreathed in flame barely earns a blink.

The doors to the House of Midnight swing wide, and she keeps him moving until they’re out beneath the night sky, far enough from the glow and noise that the air feels wide open. Her grin catches the moonlight as she darts! several paces ahead in a blink of movement. "When you want to come down," she calls, voice bright and carrying, "you have to shout ‘Dygra is the best!’"

And then she shifts. Adorable and warm in any skin, Charlie in her black dragon form is something else entirely. Scales ripple like polished obsidian, horns curling sharp and regal, and wings unfurl with a span that casts shadows over the ground. The firelight in her eyes is unmistakably hers, even wrapped in all that ancient, dangerous beauty.

so hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

Kaisel

Haters on my back like a backpack

This is not his first time being dragged behind a determined blonde hellbent on mayhem, but there is a distinct lack of clothes and an addition of fire that makes the parallels pull up short. Just as before though, he does his best to keep up, riding the edge of a laugh as he trails after the bounce of her tail. "I bet!" he calls back cheerfully, the grin on his face fully on display as they march towards more open skies. "If I could turn into a dragon I dunno if I'd ever turn back," he admits a bit wistfully behind her, like it's a thought he's considered. Maybe he'd miss a comfy bed and thumbs too much, but flying and fire breathing seem like a fine enough trade off.

The air outside is crisper than when he left it, a sure sign of the night deepening, time little more than a distant thought behind the doors of the magic rooms. He breathes it in deep, holding onto the chilly sting of it as she zips ahead. It all rushes out with a chuckle though at her safe phrase of choice, not surprising in the least. "Will do priestess!" he yells back, his voice falling short right after as her tiny form becomes something incredibly imposing, as if this is the true shape of her personality on display.

His eyes widen as he takes her in, mouth falling slack with some disbelief, never having stood so close to a dragon before. "Oh fuck Charlie," the words drag out on a whistling breath of approval, hands sweeping his hair back and holding it firm against his head as his gaze coasts from snout to tail in stark appreciation. Slowly he starts to approach, glancing up at the slope of the wings as he steps under their curve, a hand lifted to tentatively press against the sheet of scales by her front leg. "You've got major final boss energy right now," he manages to say after collecting his jaw and melted brain.

Seeing her, touching her, that would have been cool enough, but she had offered a ride. "Ok ok, how do I get on!?" his excitement is giddy, awe yielding to the energy of riding a mother fucking dragon. He reaches up towards her leg and practices a little hop, but just kinda flops into her like a pathetic chest bump execution.

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charlie

Dragons can’t purr, but the low, rolling rumble that swells from deep in Charlie's chest comes close, an affectionate vibration that carries through the ground beneath Kaisel. She lifts her head high, wings flexing outward in a deliberate sweep before tucking in again, striking a pose so feline in its proud curves and fluid lines that it’s impossible not to recognize it as utterly Charlie.

His “final boss” comment earns him a toothy, gleaming grin, and when he flops against her side like a fish trying to make friends with a dock, she exhales in a huff that sends a puff of warm air ruffling his hair. Her tail curls around, the sheer strength of it more than enough to nudge, scoop, and lift him bodily up her side. The motion deposits him onto the warm, scale-slicked ridge of her back with all the ceremony of a cat plunking its chosen human somewhere convenient.

She waits until she feels his weight settle and the subtle tightening of his hold, then gives her shoulders a sudden, testing jerk—just enough to jostle him and make sure he’s gripping her for real. The sound that follows is a roar—loud, rolling, but somehow laced with the cadence of laughter—before she crouches, wings snapping wide. And then, with a force that tears the air in two, Charlie launches them skyward.

so hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

Kaisel

Haters on my back like a backpack

Step one of taming his future dragon, which is definitely on his to do list now, is to learn how to get on them a little more gracefully. Actually, that sounds like maybe it should be step 10, after the actual taming part happens, but it's definitely high up there on the list. It's not shame, not exactly, he's way too pumped to feel anything so dimming right now, but it is most certainly negative aura to be shuffled onto her back by her tail. It's okay, his first time riding a girl went about as smoothly and he did get better at that.

Sliding over the scales easily as she sets him in place, he wiggles into the most comfortable bend of her neck and shoulders that he can find. He grabs hold of a nearby spiny ridge, and just as he's got it wrapped up in his fingers he's forced to cinch down, legs pinching against her as she pitches back and forth. "WHOOOOOOA!" he yells out, although it sounds more like "Whh000oooOOOOoo0aa" because his voice hiccups in and out with the force of the motion. The rumble of her amusement under him is unmistakable, and he chuckles loudly with it.

Breathless and still feeling like he's wearing googly eyes, she takes that as the signal to go. He becomes a pancake. Every part of him is flattened against her, and even if he'd wanted to sit up right now, the force of the wind driving around her as she rises is uncooperative at best. It feels a bit like the spinny UFO ride at the fair, except this should result in less vomit.

Through all the oh shit though, there is an incomparable oh, shit to rising into the air on something that isn't a ship. The underlying fear also makes the wonder that much sweeter, sharpened with the success of living as much as the beauty of the night sky leaning in closer. "Charlie!" he yells over the wind of her wings, the sound of his voice more like a laugh with the happy lilt carrying it. "This is THE BEST!" With too many heavy days as of late and all the troubles he's tied himself up in, it's nice to feel a little weightless and out of reach from everything.

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charlie

Charlie doesn’t just fly, she zoooooms, the air ripping around her scales as though she’s nothing more than an overgrown kitten with wings, giddy on the pure joy of movement. Her wingbeats are steady but eager, carrying them in long, sweeping arcs that make the world below shrink into a smear of shadow and light.

Then, with a roar that vibrates through his bones, she pitches upward, climbing higher and higher as if she intends to carry Kaisel straight into the heart of the stars themselves. The night sky crowds close, the constellations bright enough to feel like they could be plucked from their hooks.

And just when it seems they’ve reached the peak, her jaws part wide—black scales gleaming, eyes bright with mischief—and she releases a torrent of flame beneath her belly. The fire blooms in a rush of gold and heat, and the updraft it creates surges upward, catching her like a divine hand and launching them higher still. The wind howls past, the heat curling around them, and the earth below becomes little more than a blur.

so hey, let's be friends
I'm dying to see how this one ends

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!

Kaisel

Haters on my back like a backpack

Step ??? of taming a dragon would also be a saddle and gear. He's forced into a squint against the cut of the wind as she arrows through the sky, the goosebumps against his skin that originally raised up with the exhilaration of it all now there due to the chill of a constantly created leafchange wind. She is warm, but like soaking in a hotub during winter, it's a tireless competition between the two different temperatures. Then there's the death grip he's got on the spine he secured in hand before she launched up, the curl of his fingers against it threatening to lock into the shape permanently. The vice of his thighs and the pinch of his feet against her only serve to remind him he has got to stop skipping leg day so often.

This hardly matters though when the vibration of her roar, the snap of her wings, the vanishing speed of the ground all feels like it's a part of him too. He looses his own roar into the sky, paling against the rumble of hers.

She moves like gravity can't catch her, blurring along the horizon as if there's no limit that can contain her. Woven amongst the moments where he feels like falling to his death is imminent, there's serenity that slips in. When she coasts for a moment and the air doesn't pull so hard, everything just becomes quiet and calm. The night sparkles brighter than he remembers, and things that had seemed insurmountable become too small to even see.

It's a blast—literally when fire rushes out of her in a fantastic trick shot that sends them even higher. He barely has any breath left from the wonder of it all, but he finds enough to laugh still, his delight immeasurable. One cautious hand lifts to turn his fingers through the wind as she levels out for a moment, like stroking heaven's hair. He tilts it and turns it into a makeshift mouth between fingers and thumb and tries to eat the stars they fly past. She'd told him when he wanted to stop to shout, but what if he never wanted to?

He slouches with a contented sigh overtop her after a minute, his cheek pressed to the shape of her smooth scales. He knows he has to. It's already started to get late, and he has important things left to do, things that matter too much to leave them on the ground below forever even if they're dragging like irons for the time being. Gathering a fresh breath, he grips her tightly again, leaning forward to ensure the pitch of his howl is heard. "DYGRA IS THE BEST!"

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charlie

Charlie groans dramatically at the shout, the sound rolling out of her like the world’s largest ugh. Every scale under him vibrates with her reluctance, like she might just ignore him and keep on screaming through the sky forever. But for all her fire and trickery, she’s not a captor. If her rider wants down, she’ll give it—just not without milking the moment.

So instead of diving, she spreads her wings wide and catches the air in the laziest glide imaginable. The stars stretch above them like spilled jewels, and she holds them there as long as she can, coasting and humming with adoring satisfaction. Only when the night has soaked itself into Kaisel's bones as much as she can make it, does she crack open her jaws and breathe out one last blaze of fire, this time curling in the perfect, ridiculous shape of a heart before tumbling toward the earth.

The descent comes at last, smooth but indulgent, her great wings cupping the air so that the wind whips and billows without ever quite stealing his breath. When she touches down, dust explodes around them in a wild dance before her talons fold in and she bows low enough for him to slip free.

Scales ripple, and in a flash she’s herself again; petite and golden, tail flicking like a cat who’s just brought home a prize. She beams up at him, bright blue eyes glittering. "Fun, right??" she sings, sunshine grin spread so wide it threatens to split her face. The fact she’s still completely naked, fire-bands long forgotten, doesn’t bother her in the slightest; she radiates the sort of delight that makes modesty feel irrelevant.

oh I like my boys playin' hard to get
and I like my men all incompetent

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!