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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As his hard length slid into Bastien, Loren couldn't help groaning from pleasure. His hands shifted to rest on the Ascended's hips, digging in hard. When the healer's hips hit the other man's ass, the Launceleyn growled approvingly.
Of course, that was nothing compared to the moan he let out as the teeth brushed against his skin. Reaching up with one hand, uncaring if he got paint in Bastien's hair, Loren spoke in a commanding tone. "Bite me." His hand tightened in the Ascended's hair even as the healer's hips surged down and back up. Indeed, he punctuated the order with that thrust, leaving no doubt exactly what he wanted from the other man.
“Oh, sweetheart, I know what it’s like.” She chimes to Hotaru, an amused wink given to the woman before her lips find the panes of Hotaru’s neck, her hand finding Amun to pull him closer and pull her body in with them – one hand traveling along Hotaru’s side and dragging her nails near the small of her back, making room for Amun on one side and Rexanna on the other. It doesn’t take long, not when she hears the hum from Amun leave that she sinks her own fangs in – body quivering beneath the sensation that floods her – the electricity Hotaru holds among other things.
There’s a bright moan that leaves her throat as well, pulling away begrudgingly, and pressing soft kisses to the bite marks, always to take care of the Valkyrie whenever she could – one arm outstretched to pull Hotaru in close, to press their bodies against each other. Her other hand moves to Amun, pulling him in close to them as well, before it drifts to Oliver then – but already her predatory focus is on Hotaru and the magic beneath her skin that she can feel simmering among the rest of her own personal magic.
Before Amun could respond to his question, the blonde gestured for him to come closer. Pressing a gentle kiss to Amun's shoulder, Oliver departed the man and moved in close to the girl. He waited a moment, watching as Amun moved in towards the blonde. The ascended's hand skating over his chest and Oliver let out a light hum, clearly enjoying the contact. It would be followed by Rexanna doing something similar, her hands once more skating over his body as she mostly focused on the blonde who was undoubtedly experiencing an intense amount of pleasure. Oliver couldn't even fathom what it must feel like to experience two ascended bites at one time.
Leaning in, Oliver moved to press a kiss to Hotaru's cheek. His lips lingering for a moment as his hand delicately reaches up to cup one of her breasts. The touch is delicate at first, choosing to use his hand not covered in paint. It would be a bit rude to suddenly do that to her. His hand would proceed to run along her body, moving towards her hip with delicate touches, clearly experimenting with this idea. It was the first time Oliver had ever really done something like this with a girl and he had no idea where to even start. How to make sure that she was happy and enjoying this. He could only hope that this was an enjoyable experience for her.
i just want my existance to be
more than trembling
Having a lack of physical sensation did have some positives: it allowed Bastien to really play up his poses and acting, moaning as he felt Loren's cock enter him and looking the man in the eyes to really let the noises he was making sink in. Rexanna would know probably more than anyone else how fake and acted they were, but he was having fun and it seemed like Loren was too.
Gladly providing his bites too he leaned in to sink his teeth into Loren's neck, moving his hips up and down as he went and stroking his fingers along his shoulders. He'd continue like that as long as the Launceleyn wanted, willing being his plaything: to be desired and admired was all he needed.
All of them, if they willingly took the paint on their bodies, would begin to make a painting on the canvas on the floor. One that would tell of their movements and fascinations, multitudes of colours all becoming one: thankfully Bastien had had the foresight to fill some baths in the room for a clean up later. Cum, paint and sweat was not an attractive mix once the lust had past.
And so the piece would be painted, finished only once they were all exhausted.
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And so they fucked until the sun rose~~
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Loren didn't treat Bastien gently, knowing full well that the Ascended didn't feel pain. Hand in the artist's hair, fingers gripping with bruising force, the healer used the other man in any way Bastien let the Launceleyn, abusing all of Bastien's holes. In exchange, Loren offered as many bites as the artist wanted, the healer using his magic to restore his blood as needed.
However, eventually the Launceleyn's body was entirely spent. He captured the Ascended's lips for one last hungry kiss. Then, smiling languidly, Loren padded over to wash the paint, sweat, and cum from his body, which had dried in a less than pleasant mess. Darting back into the room to retrieve his clothes, he winked at everyone still left inside.
Then he strolled out, humming happily about how this had all turned out.
