From being an Abandoned who had rarely left the Hollowed Grounds, to embracing the call of adventure, to dying and being reborn first as an Ascended and then as an Ancient, Maea has gone through quite the amount of changes in her life. One thing remains common, though, in her attempts to find out just where she belongs; she’s always had a craving for knowledge which has brought her to so many places and to meet so many people here in Caido. We can’t wait to see what else is in store for her!
Congratulations, Maea!
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Court of the Fallen was created in October of 2018 by Odd, Honey, and Crooked.
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Having decided a while ago that she wants to be a shape-shifter (yes, let’s call it Attuned for the sake of Caido), Lily fairly runs to the Woods on the day she’s decided is going to be the day. But it’s been awhile since she’s been in the Greatwood and she does get lost once or twice. It turns out the waterfall is a bit easier to find once you just sit down and still yourself, listening for the faint roar of the rushing river as it empties into the ruby red pool.
The small statue is still there, so with a delighted little wiggle, Lily sits herself down on the ground in front of it, grinning like a Cheshire cat, or a cat who’s just recently caught the canary. Or it could just be a post-Fiat Lux glow.
“Frey,” she begins aloud. “I was hoping you’d be able to help me with something again…” Well, two somethings, but she hasn’t yet realized the second part.
{Lily to Attune and also turning in her Accepted Level 3 item quest!}
"Have an itch you can't quite scratch, lovely one?"
Appearing in the tree branches overhead, reclined with a feline sort of grace whose flexibility only adds to the sumptuous and sexual overtones lacing every single movement, Frey casts a casual gaze towards Lily. Offering her a smile that is all heat and charm and decadence, the deity turns their face back up and bats absently at the leaves overhead.
As they touch the slender green slips of life, Lily will feel a sensation like gliding satin over her skin. Every touch of Frey's fingers upon a leaf will be like feather-like whispers of desire raking down the woman's spine.
Turning her gaze even more upward, Lily beams and then shivers, inhaling softly and exhaling with an audible sigh. “Mhmmmm.” Leaning back and seeming to arch her back a little, thrusting her breasts towards the herald, she wonders briefly what Sunjata would think of this kind of encounter. “I’d like to attune,” she murmurs dreamily, allowing the desire to invade every part of her eager body.
The herald sits up suddenly, all easy-muscle and grace to regard the coppery-blonde below. Sliding off of the branch—the rough bark scratching delicious against their upper thighs and ass (a sensation which would mirror itself on Lily's skin)—Frey strode forward.
Reaching out with strong fingers to cup the woman's cheek and jaw as if she were some succulent that they wanted to smell, they smiled a heat-filled and handsome smile. "Say it again.." They urged, eyes hooded and their nose nearly touching hers.
That got his attention. She giggles as the herald sits up, erect and sleek and fucking hot. Like the best version of a cock if she closes her eyes and squints through her lashes. Licking her lips, Lily leans into his hand and nuzzles her cheek into his palm. The mere mortal can’t seem to take her eyes off him. As his face draws closer, she smiles (almost bashfully - weird for the entertainer, but not unheard of) and whispers in the intimate levels of pillowtalk, of two lovers trying new things in bed.
“I want to attune,” she says, looking Frey in the eye with all the innocence of a young whore who’s just told someone she wants them to fuck her. Hard.
And like any older being, practiced and wise to the nuances and desires of youth, Frey complies.
Hard.
Hands are suddenly in her hair—tangling and tugging— though fingers are still on her cheek. One hand presses against the small of her back, urging her against the god and all the hard and yielding crevices and juts therein. More still appear grabbing at the swell of her ass with both hands to lift her up and then slide down to her thighs, hugging them against Frey.
And then into Frey. Fingers rake down Lily's spine, Frey's strong torso suddenly offering no pressure at all as the young woman is entirely engulfed into the god. It is a world shiny with colour and the warm sticky-sweet smell of sex. It is a world of sensory overload, so complete that Lily won't even notice the way that her body is shifting and changing around her; the only constant is Frey's presence.
And then everything shifts in hue, pinks balancing out deep magentas and ochres as the world narrows into a tunnel. At the end is a light, and all around the soon-to-be-attuned muscles seem to clench and contract, sending waterfalls of sensation down against the flat of her stomach and into the dark slit between her thighs. The more the world twists and narrows further, the more frenetic the pleasure will become. As Lily engages with the rising of her orgasm, she'll feel herself begin to slide and move towards the light..
All at once she is taken, without needing to encourage and coax the roughness out of the God, and Lily hisses in pleasure. All senses gone, all thoughts left with her clothing, a thousand miles away. She is theirs to manipulate, theirs to be invaded and conquered and filled with, with, with -
No, consumed. Swallowed whole. She arches and thrusts and in a surprising twist, enveloped. GODS - she must be dead. She must have died during sex with a god, because the world has shifted and she can feel nothing but them and their presence, their pink, sexy, sweaty, musky, sweet lady cum presence. She is drenched in it, drowning in it, overloaded with the best fucking acid trip a girl could ever take.
She could live (or die) forever in this place, but as all good things must end, so too does her world narrow and brighten; she shivers, gasps at the familiar contracts (how can she breathe again?), and stumbles. Staring at the light, Lily tries to take another step towards it, but is brought to her knees by another pulse, another moan, another full-body premonition. On all fours, the redhead grinds her nails into the non-existent ground, arches her back and then surrenders herself to the ground. She flips to her back, murmuring oh yes’s, and finds herself staring, reaching for the light as it narrows and seems to come towards her (or her towards it?)
A flood finally bursts inside her, flooding her system as she contracts inwards and outwards at the same time -
And those are not nails on her fingers, nor hands on wrists. They are toe-beans and sharp claws, underneath fur only almost as vibrant as her own natural coppery locks. FUR. She twists herself into a more upright position and looks around - everything sharper, brighter, more pungent and loud. And then - oh, then there’s a tail.
A fluffy, black-tipped tail.
Fuck. Even as a cat, she’s a beauty. If se does say so herself.
Her orgasm pushed her through the cosmic birth canal of Frey's making. Perhaps this is what it is always like for babies—light and pleasure and warmth—only they don't remember it. Who knows.
"Delicious." Frey purrs sounding entirely satisfied. They are lounging on the ground at eye-level with the feline, regarding her with a sumptuous and pleased look.
How do you feel? They ask, their voice a resounding wave within her mind.
Delicious, they say, and Lily has to agree. She flops to her back, twisting in exploration and reaches out to gently paw at the God’s nose (some might call it an attempted boop) as he lays on the floor with her. How does she feel? A sudden yawn overcomes her, revealing the tiny sharp teeth and a rough, sandpaper tongue. Like I could go for a good, long cuddle in the sun, she answers truthfully, satiated in post-orgasm and proper cat-bliss.
If only she could entice someone (a certain large cat someone) to join her, pied-piper style. Not that he needs much luring, based on recent events.
Allowing themselves to be booped and offering back a purr from deep within their throats, the deity languidly nodded in agreement. No sooner had the thoughts left Lily's mind than did the world transform around them: they were in a field of heather somewhere, with a warm sun overhead.
"Better?" Frey purred, seemingly content to luxuriate next to the feline in this strange world.
Oh my God, yessss… she purrs back as the world changes around them, twisting to turn her belly to the warm rays of the sun. She luxuriates there for a moment, allowing herself to feel more pleasure in the presence of the god of pleasure and then slowly, one eye opens - then the other. Green, mischievous eyes peer over at the herald as her not-so-deep inner cat (the part that stares at you while simultaneously knocking shit off a table, or the part that toys for hours with a mouse - just because they can.) rises to the top of her Id like cream on a jug of milk.
Frey, she begins, with a saccharine tone. I want to cause a little havoc. Spread a little love, have handsome lovers at my beck and call. The tip of her tail flicks temptingly back and forth. Pied Piper style, maybe. Can I do that?
The sun was radiant and all-consuming. It beat down upon them like the lingering waves just after orgasm, when the world is both your oyster and also your bed.
"Well I should certainly think so." Frey purred in rapt agreement. "How literal are we talking here? We could go the pheromone route...or an actual instrument. Something small than a piano of course...You could even just...whistle." The deity mused, a brow raised. "You know..just put your lips together, and blow.." Or so the saying went.
01-30-2020, 07:57 PM (This post was last modified: 01-30-2020, 07:58 PM by Lily.)
LILY
To avoid making this longer we’re just going to pretend Lily knows what pheromones are. Her eyes narrow in thought, sifting over their suggestions quickly. An instrument would suit her, but she feels like that might be… noticed. Same with whistling, though the idea of blowing for sex delights her to no end. Pheromones… now that would take everyone by surprise. I think pheromones would be a nice change. Something no one is expecting and can’t be traced back to anything than an inexplicable desire to fuck me. Or whomever is wearing the scent, if she feels like being generous. It would be hedonistic magic at its finest.
Nodding with a heady mixture of approval and praise, the god pulled in a deep breath before raising their hands. Oh, they could send the cat off and some pointless errand, but why? This was a gift they would be happy to give.
"Three orgasms is my price. By yourself, with a partner, or even with many. Up to you my sweet. Three orgasms and then come back to me."
