Never been with a Tiefling before have you? Infernal heritage means I'm quite literally a demon in the sheets, Max~
[ If she had all of her spells at her command right now, she'd be casting a few on him, just to heighten this experience for him. Look in his eyes was far too seductive, how could she refuse him?
Giggling a little as she pushed up onto her knees and leant forwards, her tiny little blue pussy lingering just over his face, the folds of her lips glistening with how wet she was inside of there. ]
Oh, yea? It can, can it? Hmm, might have to put that to the test.
Giving Max room to maneuver, Lucas clings back just as hard, as if the man would slip through his fingers like sand. It could happen again, to Max or Rowan, to anyone. Poof, gone just like that, forgetting all their time here.
But Max is here now and Lucas can take comfort in that.
"I have you and you have me," He croaks out around a tight throat, holding back a sob. "I don't want to forget...you feel like a part of me. From the very beginning."
It's a feeling that surfaces every now and again, and one he can't shake (and doesn't want to). It feels like he's known Max forever, but it hasn't even been a year. But saying it out loud is another thing, a scary thought that rarely finds a voice.
"I don't know if we ever meet back home but that doesn't matter. We have here and now and I'll hold onto that as hard as I can. I promise."
"Something tells me they weren't asking as nicely as I know how..."
It was all playful banter, of course, but below that Max could sense the seed of truth. He liked this softer side of her very much, but just as with all fanged creatures, he never forgot the darker parts of their nature. He simply knew how to forgive it, or maybe to see past it. He didn't doubt for a moment she'd killed many, or that she could kill him. But he was willing to stake his neck on the trust that tonight she would deliver only la petite mort.
"Funny," he chuckled as he leaned in, "I thought that was my line."
His tongue dragged down her neck, cleaning up the wine that dribbled there first, then he pursed his lips and pressed them to the puddle of red that pooled in her cleavage. He drank, but his eyes stayed lifted to her face the whole time. And when the pool ran dry, his lapped at her breasts, like licking up the last of a sweet treat off a lovely china plate, delicately, carefully. Everything tasted better when served this way.
"Think I missed a spot," he murmured, lifting his head so he could graze his tongue over her chin too, then up for another long wine-flavored kiss. It would leave both their lips stained red when he pulled away.
Oh? Is that what you are? N-no, I've never been with anyone quite like you. My little sugar demon.
[Oh yeah, he wants a taste. And he'll happily come back for seconds or thirds, if and when she gets her powers too. She's already blowing his mind, imagine how much more she could impress him?]
You might be the one pinning me, but I bet I can make you beg for mercy with just my mouth.
[He makes a big show of licking his lips while he looks up into her glistening pussy. Then he leans his head up just enough to lap lightly at her folds. Come on down and let him show you~]
Like part of him. Yes. That's exactly how Max feels too. From the moment their eyes met at the party, he could feel it in his soul.
"I feel like I've known you my whole life. Like you've always been a part of me. I could never forget you. Not ever."
The idea that they could possibly meet back home both excites and terrifies him. Would it be the same? Would they feel the same? It doesn't matter because it's never going to happen. They are never leaving this place. He is never leaving. This is all there's ever going to be.
He's going to make every precious memory count. He's going to keep every lost friend alive here in his mind. He'll never let them fade. It hurts so bad. Missing them all feels like carving holes out of his heart. But it's better than forgetting. Those friendships can never die as long as someone is here to keep the flames burning for them. He'll be that someone.
"I'll hold on forever Lucas. I'll never let it go. I promise."
There's a knot of tension in his chest that comes undone at Max's words. Despite knowing that it might a promise out of their control until they can convince the fae to keep them here. That thought bouys him, bolsters his soul. They could make it until then because they had each other to lean on. They had this.
He wanted to spend the rest of his life here with Max.
That thought would have terrified him six months ago, but now? No second guessing. Come what may they could face the different hurdles of life here.
Together.
Tugging on Max, Lucas guides them both over to the bed. They can murmur reassurances to each other before falling asleep in a tangle, safe and secure in each other's arms.
"Oh?" Astarion smirked and gently plucked the glass from Max's hand, moving behind him to whisk it away somewhere nearby. "What a coincidence. I'm in the mood for something sweet, myself." Unless he'd turned around to watch him (and Astarion couldn't imagine who would tear their eyes away from the feast that was Lioriley in her loose silks and tumbling hair to watch him put a wine glass on a dresser) Max would unexpectedly feel Astarion's cool fingers slide along the sides of his jaw and neck from behind, his touch wandering down to his shoulders and down his arms. He leaned down and brushed the tip of his nose just behind Max's ear, all while hoping Lioriley was doing her own share of teasing and distracting from the front while gently encouraging Max's arms to come together behind the back of the chair so he could deftly tie his wrists together.
Rest assured, she was already prepared to move in now that she knew Max hadn't completely malfunctioned from their initial tease. And as Astarion took care of the glass, Lioriley smudged her thumb along Max's lower lip, hoping he would keep his mouth open when she leaned ever closer.
"Will this suffice for now?" She asked just as her lips brushed against his, pressing in for a kiss a second later, mouth open to slide her tongue past his teeth with a pleased, rumbling hum. That was a good enough distraction, right?
Max sure as hell wouldn't take his eyes off Lioriley. Not before, and certainly not when she was leaning close like that, stroking his lip and leaning in to claim him with a kiss.
She'd asked him a question but she'd get no answer. He parted his lips to say something and instead gasped into her mouth as Astarion's cool touch teased his neck from behind, moving lower. He moaned, deep and throaty, at the combination of them both closing in on him, Astarion behind his ear so very close to a throbbing vein, and Lioriley probing his mouth with her tongue.
His wrists could be on another planet for all he could feel of them. Astarion will have no trouble coaxing his arms around behind the chair and tying them. Max wouldn't feel a thing.
Spaghetti spaghetti instant regretti. But Astarion merely sighed softly and rolled his eyes.
"Wonderful. And an excellent choice." He reached over and pulled a single thick sheet of paper from the back pocket of the folder. It was a contract, of sorts, to be filled out with the dates of the stay, listing the amenities and options offered, and so forth. "Fill this out and return it to me. If you want to take the binder and discuss it with your lovers, you may, unless you'd rather it be a surprise."
He paused for a moment, and leaned back with his fingertips steepled together. "May I ask you something?"
"Oh, I like this. Very official." He takes the contract and checks it over. "I think I would like to show them the binder. For Rowan, especially, these things are better not done as a surprise. I'll walk it back down the hall to you when I'm done."
Max tucks the paper back inside the binder and shuts it. Then he looks back to Astarion with a curious expression.
Astarion desperately wished for a glass of wine. More for something to do with his hands than for the alcohol that wouldn't really have an effect on him anyway.
Now Max wished he had a glass too. Of wine or something stronger. He looked down into his lap, shoulder hunching.
"I really didn't. The first day he was gone, Rowan and I panicked and searched all over until we realized he'd gone into the lake. And then we didn't leave our room at all the next day. We just... didn't want anyone to see how we were falling apart."
They spent the entire time holding each other and crying. Max didn't even open the cafe that whole time.
"It was only two days. I don't know what I would have done if went longer."
He was quite literally putty in their hands. How delightful. Unsurprising--but delightful nonetheless.
The rope was easily manipulated in Astarion's dexterous hands, binding Max's wrists together behind the chair, hopefully the right combination of secure and comfortable. Well--as comfortable as it could be. And they wouldn't leave him there for terribly long. Probably. Just long enough to be a little cruel.
All this was done while Astarion kissed his way down Max's neck, tongue pressing against the flutter of his pulse to enjoy the soft pounding of hot, delicious blood just beneath the surface. "There you are, darling," he purred as he lifted his hands away from Max's arms, running one hand around Max's chest and sliding the other through Lioriley's hair. "Your present is all wrapped up tight."
Lioriley remained with her lips pressed to Max's, her tongue sliding over his, fingers on his chin tipping it up and off to one side both to deepen the already heated kiss, and to expose more of Max's neck for the vampire spawn currently teasing against his pulse. Feeling that hand in her hair and hearing the verbal confirmation that Max wasn't going anywhere (like he wanted to to begin with), Lioriley eased forward, head bumping into Astarion's palm and her arms winding around Max's neck as she moved to straddle his hips; the fabric of her already thin and short robe riding up along her leyline covered thighs.
"You were right, my love," She said as she pulled back, inhaling a deep breath, her hips slowly grinding down into Max's lap so he could feel the slick heat of her against his still clothed cock. "It is a very good look for him." her tone was cheery, accented with a series of soft moans each time she felt Max grow just a little harder under her ministrations. One of her hands splayed against Max's back for balance, the other seeking out the cool skin of her beloved, brushing over his cheek and leaning over to kiss the other.
Ah. He supposed it would be easier, having someone that one was equally close to, to...keep one sane. Alas, that wasn't a possibility for him. Ever.
"I think I might have burned the fucking city the ground, in your shoes," he admitted, almost casually. Almost. There was the faintest hint of a wavering in his tone that hinted he was less than cavalier about the notion. "Or done something even more drastic that involved a great deal of fey meeting an unfortunate end." Anything to make their captors pay attention. To make them understand that they very much needed to give his lover back to him. Immediately.
Max's eyelids fluttered along with his pulse while Astarion's mouth hovered over it. He was on the cusp of begging to feel teeth just as the man started to speak. That warmed Max too. He liked the idea of being a present all for Lioriley. He liked it a lot.
Panting, now that she had released him from that steamy kiss, Max finally realized what he'd been feeling the vampire spawn do back there. His wrists were bound. He tugged at them, testing the knot. More fluttering, in his belly this time, when he felt how securely he was trapped. It wasn't too tight but there wasn't any wiggle room either.
His breath hitched as Lioriley slid into his lap. He made sure to glance down to drink in the sight of her robe riding up to expose more of her legs and the mesmerizing leylines that swirled on them. He could get lost in that sight. That, and the way these two looked while they kissed. He could barely withstand the new burst of lust it brought on, all while she ground her hips over throbbing cock. Little whimpers caught in his throat with each move she made.
"Please!" he begged. "More... I can't...please!" That was about as articulate as he could be while all his blood pooled low in his body.
"I wanted to." Max isn't ashamed to admit it. "I wanted to march up to Mab and threaten her with every possible thing I could think of until she brought him back. I think if I didn't know Lucas was just in the lake, I really might have."
Not even Rowan could have stopped him if Lucas had gone for good.
"I... we... actually have been considering asking the fae for a deal to keep us here indefinitely. So it can't ever happen." The urgency to do so is much stronger now.
[ Little Sugar demon? Oh, oh she likes being called that, the smirk that sat on her lips was proof enough of that.
Jester would have to get her Dupicity spell back next, just imagine Max's face and delight when he realizes he could have one Jester on his dick and the other on his face at the same time? ]
Oh, ho ho, thems big words Maxxie~ I never beg for anything~
[ That's a lie, she caves in and begs for things all the time! She's just never done it in the bedroom before. At his teasing lap of her wet little pussy, Jester noticeably shivered in delight. Spreading her knees and lowering herself down closer to his face, until she could feel his nose against her skin, fingers already combing through his lush black hair. ]
[He's going to remember that smirk. She'll be called that again for sure. ;)
Two jesters! He might die. (But he'll die happy. So happy.)]
Big words for a big man like me. [Now he's grinning.] They don't call me Max for nothing.
[He's not about to be daunted. She'll beg. He'll make sure of it. His grin disappears between her legs as she lowers down. He takes a long breath, inhaling the sweetness of her sex. Then his tongue probes in, with slow exploratory licks that pass nearby where her clit should be but always juuust miss it. She'll have to beg if she wants him to finally find it.
He hums a low moan when her fingers comb through his hair. What a nice time he's having.]
"Most assuredly by fucking, one presumes." he snorted. You're thinking too much about murder and the consequences of befriending an assassin. Which, for the record, is very very rude and judgmental! He hasn't done anything to you or your loved ones that you haven't explicitly asked him to do!
Zevran nodded absently. "I already plan to speak with my patron to see what he can do for me. Make a copy of myself, switch places with another - all in due time. For now, you - yes, that." A promise to keep. Frosting on his ass. All the good shit. "Well, any place would be appropriate, so long as you did not mind getting frosting everywhere." he offered uselessly, arms lazily set over Max's shoulders until he was settled on the counter. "Now, is frosting code for something, or will you literally be frosting me like a cake? I am game either way."
"Well, yeah. That's how I earn most of my gold. People run businesses too." But Max literally asks for gold every month from Mab, so... yeah. Fucking pays the bills.
"I can see you're going to get creative with those requests. Good. Why not have fun with them?" Why not, says Max who already asked for a wolf form. Heh.
"If I minded getting frosting everywhere, I'd never have any fun."
Max takes a moment to consider that question. Actually, it might be fun to literally frost the elf.
"I have a batch of royal icing I saved in the refrigerator from yesterday. I could turn you into a sweet treat with it. Then lick it all off slowly."
[ You won't hear any complaints from her about that. And yea, two Jester's, just think about the chaos they could cause, in and out of the bedroom! She'll be sure to come to Max first as soon as she has the ability back! ]
Mmm~ and what a big man you are~
[ Jester giggled at his comment, she liked that about Max, his confidence, his cockiness, and well, his cock. Speaking of his cock, Jester let her tail snake down and stroke the spaded tip along his inner leg, eventually coming to press and slowly writhe against his arousal. What? Did he really think she was just going to let him eat her out without offering some kind of pleasure in return?
The sensation of him humming into her little cunt was just bliss. Tipping her head back and letting out a moan of her own, her breath hitching every time he almost laps at the small bundle of nerves tucked neatly away at her clit. Soft whining sounds leaving her lips. ]
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Date: 2021-04-04 12:27 am (UTC)[ If she had all of her spells at her command right now, she'd be casting a few on him, just to heighten this experience for him. Look in his eyes was far too seductive, how could she refuse him?
Giggling a little as she pushed up onto her knees and leant forwards, her tiny little blue pussy lingering just over his face, the folds of her lips glistening with how wet she was inside of there. ]
Oh, yea? It can, can it? Hmm, might have to put that to the test.
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Date: 2021-04-06 02:31 pm (UTC)But Max is here now and Lucas can take comfort in that.
"I have you and you have me," He croaks out around a tight throat, holding back a sob. "I don't want to forget...you feel like a part of me. From the very beginning."
It's a feeling that surfaces every now and again, and one he can't shake (and doesn't want to). It feels like he's known Max forever, but it hasn't even been a year. But saying it out loud is another thing, a scary thought that rarely finds a voice.
"I don't know if we ever meet back home but that doesn't matter. We have here and now and I'll hold onto that as hard as I can. I promise."
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Date: 2021-04-07 05:24 pm (UTC)It was all playful banter, of course, but below that Max could sense the seed of truth. He liked this softer side of her very much, but just as with all fanged creatures, he never forgot the darker parts of their nature. He simply knew how to forgive it, or maybe to see past it. He didn't doubt for a moment she'd killed many, or that she could kill him. But he was willing to stake his neck on the trust that tonight she would deliver only la petite mort.
"Funny," he chuckled as he leaned in, "I thought that was my line."
His tongue dragged down her neck, cleaning up the wine that dribbled there first, then he pursed his lips and pressed them to the puddle of red that pooled in her cleavage. He drank, but his eyes stayed lifted to her face the whole time. And when the pool ran dry, his lapped at her breasts, like licking up the last of a sweet treat off a lovely china plate, delicately, carefully. Everything tasted better when served this way.
"Think I missed a spot," he murmured, lifting his head so he could graze his tongue over her chin too, then up for another long wine-flavored kiss. It would leave both their lips stained red when he pulled away.
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Date: 2021-04-08 01:10 am (UTC)[Oh yeah, he wants a taste. And he'll happily come back for seconds or thirds, if and when she gets her powers too. She's already blowing his mind, imagine how much more she could impress him?]
You might be the one pinning me, but I bet I can make you beg for mercy with just my mouth.
[He makes a big show of licking his lips while he looks up into her glistening pussy. Then he leans his head up just enough to lap lightly at her folds. Come on down and let him show you~]
okay with keeping this one short?
Date: 2021-04-08 05:03 pm (UTC)Like part of him. Yes. That's exactly how Max feels too. From the moment their eyes met at the party, he could feel it in his soul.
"I feel like I've known you my whole life. Like you've always been a part of me. I could never forget you. Not ever."
The idea that they could possibly meet back home both excites and terrifies him. Would it be the same? Would they feel the same? It doesn't matter because it's never going to happen. They are never leaving this place. He is never leaving. This is all there's ever going to be.
He's going to make every precious memory count. He's going to keep every lost friend alive here in his mind. He'll never let them fade. It hurts so bad. Missing them all feels like carving holes out of his heart. But it's better than forgetting. Those friendships can never die as long as someone is here to keep the flames burning for them. He'll be that someone.
"I'll hold on forever Lucas. I'll never let it go. I promise."
and done!
Date: 2021-04-09 02:38 pm (UTC)He wanted to spend the rest of his life here with Max.
That thought would have terrified him six months ago, but now? No second guessing. Come what may they could face the different hurdles of life here.
Together.
Tugging on Max, Lucas guides them both over to the bed. They can murmur reassurances to each other before falling asleep in a tangle, safe and secure in each other's arms.
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Date: 2021-04-11 03:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2021-04-11 04:13 am (UTC)"Will this suffice for now?" She asked just as her lips brushed against his, pressing in for a kiss a second later, mouth open to slide her tongue past his teeth with a pleased, rumbling hum. That was a good enough distraction, right?
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Date: 2021-04-11 04:56 am (UTC)She'd asked him a question but she'd get no answer. He parted his lips to say something and instead gasped into her mouth as Astarion's cool touch teased his neck from behind, moving lower. He moaned, deep and throaty, at the combination of them both closing in on him, Astarion behind his ear so very close to a throbbing vein, and Lioriley probing his mouth with her tongue.
His wrists could be on another planet for all he could feel of them. Astarion will have no trouble coaxing his arms around behind the chair and tying them. Max wouldn't feel a thing.
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Date: 2021-04-11 05:47 pm (UTC)"Wonderful. And an excellent choice." He reached over and pulled a single thick sheet of paper from the back pocket of the folder. It was a contract, of sorts, to be filled out with the dates of the stay, listing the amenities and options offered, and so forth. "Fill this out and return it to me. If you want to take the binder and discuss it with your lovers, you may, unless you'd rather it be a surprise."
He paused for a moment, and leaned back with his fingertips steepled together. "May I ask you something?"
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Date: 2021-04-13 01:55 am (UTC)"Oh, I like this. Very official." He takes the contract and checks it over. "I think I would like to show them the binder. For Rowan, especially, these things are better not done as a surprise. I'll walk it back down the hall to you when I'm done."
Max tucks the paper back inside the binder and shuts it. Then he looks back to Astarion with a curious expression.
"Of course. You can ask me anything."
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Date: 2021-04-17 12:45 am (UTC)"How did you stay so calm while Lucas was gone?"
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Date: 2021-04-17 12:56 am (UTC)"I really didn't. The first day he was gone, Rowan and I panicked and searched all over until we realized he'd gone into the lake. And then we didn't leave our room at all the next day. We just... didn't want anyone to see how we were falling apart."
They spent the entire time holding each other and crying. Max didn't even open the cafe that whole time.
"It was only two days. I don't know what I would have done if went longer."
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Date: 2021-04-19 01:34 am (UTC)The rope was easily manipulated in Astarion's dexterous hands, binding Max's wrists together behind the chair, hopefully the right combination of secure and comfortable. Well--as comfortable as it could be. And they wouldn't leave him there for terribly long. Probably. Just long enough to be a little cruel.
All this was done while Astarion kissed his way down Max's neck, tongue pressing against the flutter of his pulse to enjoy the soft pounding of hot, delicious blood just beneath the surface. "There you are, darling," he purred as he lifted his hands away from Max's arms, running one hand around Max's chest and sliding the other through Lioriley's hair. "Your present is all wrapped up tight."
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Date: 2021-04-19 01:56 am (UTC)"You were right, my love," She said as she pulled back, inhaling a deep breath, her hips slowly grinding down into Max's lap so he could feel the slick heat of her against his still clothed cock. "It is a very good look for him." her tone was cheery, accented with a series of soft moans each time she felt Max grow just a little harder under her ministrations. One of her hands splayed against Max's back for balance, the other seeking out the cool skin of her beloved, brushing over his cheek and leaning over to kiss the other.
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Date: 2021-04-23 04:40 am (UTC)"I think I might have burned the fucking city the ground, in your shoes," he admitted, almost casually. Almost. There was the faintest hint of a wavering in his tone that hinted he was less than cavalier about the notion. "Or done something even more drastic that involved a great deal of fey meeting an unfortunate end." Anything to make their captors pay attention. To make them understand that they very much needed to give his lover back to him. Immediately.
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Date: 2021-04-23 02:54 pm (UTC)Panting, now that she had released him from that steamy kiss, Max finally realized what he'd been feeling the vampire spawn do back there. His wrists were bound. He tugged at them, testing the knot. More fluttering, in his belly this time, when he felt how securely he was trapped. It wasn't too tight but there wasn't any wiggle room either.
His breath hitched as Lioriley slid into his lap. He made sure to glance down to drink in the sight of her robe riding up to expose more of her legs and the mesmerizing leylines that swirled on them. He could get lost in that sight. That, and the way these two looked while they kissed. He could barely withstand the new burst of lust it brought on, all while she ground her hips over throbbing cock. Little whimpers caught in his throat with each move she made.
"Please!" he begged. "More... I can't...please!" That was about as articulate as he could be while all his blood pooled low in his body.
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Date: 2021-04-23 03:57 pm (UTC)[And she absolutely means it, too. Although it helps that dark blue is a colour already in her wardrobe.
And looks good on her.]It is, indeed. [She tilts her head towards it.] Shall we?
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Date: 2021-04-26 12:58 am (UTC)Not even Rowan could have stopped him if Lucas had gone for good.
"I... we... actually have been considering asking the fae for a deal to keep us here indefinitely. So it can't ever happen." The urgency to do so is much stronger now.
Re: action
Date: 2021-04-26 01:48 pm (UTC)[He saunters over to the glasses and picks one up for himself, and then holds the other out for her.]
What should we toast to?
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Date: 2021-04-26 03:00 pm (UTC)Jester would have to get her Dupicity spell back next, just imagine Max's face and delight when he realizes he could have one Jester on his dick and the other on his face at the same time? ]
Oh, ho ho, thems big words Maxxie~ I never beg for anything~
[ That's a lie, she caves in and begs for things all the time! She's just never done it in the bedroom before. At his teasing lap of her wet little pussy, Jester noticeably shivered in delight. Spreading her knees and lowering herself down closer to his face, until she could feel his nose against her skin, fingers already combing through his lush black hair. ]
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Date: 2021-04-28 06:59 pm (UTC)Two jesters! He might die. (But he'll die happy. So happy.)]
Big words for a big man like me. [Now he's grinning.] They don't call me Max for nothing.
[He's not about to be daunted. She'll beg. He'll make sure of it. His grin disappears between her legs as she lowers down. He takes a long breath, inhaling the sweetness of her sex. Then his tongue probes in, with slow exploratory licks that pass nearby where her clit should be but always juuust miss it. She'll have to beg if she wants him to finally find it.
He hums a low moan when her fingers comb through his hair. What a nice time he's having.]
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Date: 2021-04-29 04:39 am (UTC)"Most assuredly by fucking, one presumes." he snorted. You're thinking too much about murder and the consequences of befriending an assassin. Which, for the record, is very very rude and judgmental! He hasn't done anything to you or your loved ones that you haven't explicitly asked him to do!
Zevran nodded absently. "I already plan to speak with my patron to see what he can do for me. Make a copy of myself, switch places with another - all in due time. For now, you - yes, that." A promise to keep. Frosting on his ass. All the good shit. "Well, any place would be appropriate, so long as you did not mind getting frosting everywhere." he offered uselessly, arms lazily set over Max's shoulders until he was settled on the counter. "Now, is frosting code for something, or will you literally be frosting me like a cake? I am game either way."
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Date: 2021-05-01 02:21 pm (UTC)"I can see you're going to get creative with those requests. Good. Why not have fun with them?" Why not, says Max who already asked for a wolf form. Heh.
"If I minded getting frosting everywhere, I'd never have any fun."
Max takes a moment to consider that question. Actually, it might be fun to literally frost the elf.
"I have a batch of royal icing I saved in the refrigerator from yesterday. I could turn you into a sweet treat with it. Then lick it all off slowly."
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Date: 2021-05-01 04:53 pm (UTC)Mmm~ and what a big man you are~
[ Jester giggled at his comment, she liked that about Max, his confidence, his cockiness, and well, his cock. Speaking of his cock, Jester let her tail snake down and stroke the spaded tip along his inner leg, eventually coming to press and slowly writhe against his arousal. What? Did he really think she was just going to let him eat her out without offering some kind of pleasure in return?
The sensation of him humming into her little cunt was just bliss. Tipping her head back and letting out a moan of her own, her breath hitching every time he almost laps at the small bundle of nerves tucked neatly away at her clit. Soft whining sounds leaving her lips. ]