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He started to back up as I watched him closely. I'm too engrossed in his image to answer. I was noticing his tense shoulders, the stress lines that built up on his brow ridge, the chronic clenching of his jaw. I keep moving towards him, backing him up more and more. His legs catch the chair as he sits back, and I... |
As I begin to sit on his lap, the effects have taken over. I want to help him in every way I can. I straddle him, then move my hands up to rub his shoulders. I can feel the heat and blush rise more and more in my cheeks. "I want to make you feel better Mr.Maxim sir ...in any way I can...I'm yours..." I finally... |
Maxim looks more and more confused, a blush coming to the tip of his ears. I can feel him warming up underneath me, and the slight rising of his cock in his pants. |
"Miss Selphie..." He tries to say, putting his hands on my chest as if to push me off. I watch his demeanor go from the earlier confusion, to slight guilt, then to possible interest. Meanwhile I can feel one of the straps of my top slowly fall to the side, exposing myself more and more. |
"Please Maxim, tell me what you desire~ I'll do whatever you want if it so pleases~." |
"The potion is clearly messing with your head! I-" |
I take my moment and plant a kiss on his lips. He doesn't fight it, realizing I must be too far to rationalize my actions. His lips feel soft as he begins to pull back. Gently, He pushes so I move back to the ground in front of him, kneeling on my legs. His demeanor had changed a little, debating how to move fo... |
My hands move on there one, coming to his lap and feeling him up. Maxim blush deepens as I start rubbing his cock through his pants. I then feel a hand on the top of my head, slowly ruffling and stroking my hair. I let out a soft, exhilarated exhale. When I look into his eyes, I see his demeanor has changed, it'... |
Now excited, I assist in helping take off his belt and moving his pants out of the way, revealing his member to me. One moment after I strip my top off I am stroking him, slowly and gently. He continues to pet my head, encouraging me to continue to assist with his needs. I move my head forward, mouth open. Maxim... |
I stopped him with a mere lick up the back of his dick, slowly tracking it up to the tip. I begin to suckle and lick slowly, checking on his face every so often. My mouth explores his shaft and balls, tasting his rather subtle musk. While I keep up the blow job, he makes little grunts and moans of satisfaction. ... |
I match the same move that happened while in the pool showers, meeting his eyes and worshiping every bit of him in my mouth. His frown has changed to smug smirk, and every so often he grips my hair on the back of my head. In the moment a few little words slip out of my mouth as I give his head a lick... |
"So ... what would you like, Master Maxim?" I ask, a soft coo underlying the words. His hand instantly moves from the top of my head to underneath my chin, pulling it up so we make direct eye contact. |
" |
did you just call me?" |
"M-master Maxim?" |
"That's what I thought you said." He remarks, his grin and eyes darkening, "Very well." Maxim leans forward, and I feel myself being lifted by my sides. I get pulled up onto his lap once more, straddling him as his hard member presses against my shorts. "Remove them. Now. "He commands. Not a second goes but I g... |
I lower myself onto him, feeling his cock slowly enter. As I do I let out a huff of hot air, slowly implying myself onto his cock. Maxim places his hands on my hips. He then utters something in a language I don't understand. |
I move my hips slowly at first, getting a feel for him inside me. He kisses me and an unusual sensation takes over. While I wanted and needed to please him before, it was now as if my own thoughts didn't exist. He pulled away, muttering, "Very good." while I humped and ground myself against his hips. The pac... |
" |
Stop. go on all fours." |
Obediently I slow myself and get up. My panting and whimpers become more pronounced while kneeling onto the ground. I get into position, ass up and hands down. |
" |
Good girl. Now beg." |
I shake my ass l, pleading happily, "Please Master Maxim, use me as you desire. I am here for you and your cock. Allow me the pleasure of being used by you and to take care of your wants Master!" |
While I beg I can hear his pants fall and feel his hand slowly caress up my leg and slap my asscheek. I continue to whimper and beg while he looks me over. His cock teases my entrance, a hand gripping onto my hair. |
" |
Look at me while I fuck you |
As my head turns he gives a rough thrust, making me yelp in shock while he penetrates me over and over. I keep my eyes on him the entire time. My face is twisting and contorting into shear ahegao. At this point I don't care if or when my orgasms hit, even when they do happen. What matters to me at the moment i... |
He continues this rough fucking for what felt like hours. It wasn't like the pool showers, instead there was an underlying anger to each and every thrust. I was thoroughly enjoying myself, but he looked like he needed this. After ages of him blowing off steam he finally picks up pace and finishes. The throbbi... |
I pant, unable to move from the spot. Slowly, my mind clears more and more. I sit back and up, slowly realizing what I was just doing. I cover myself with my hands and look over to Maxim, guilt across my face. "Eheheh, um, h-how are you feeling?" I ask sheepishly, attempting to stand up. Maxim looked passed o... |
Welp, shit, um....okay okay I know what to do. Heave ho-. |
With my strength, I do my best to maneuver Maxim over to a small couch, taking a few attempts. For a brainiac he was heavier than expected. Once settled, I was able to find a blanket in the study to cover him. I took my time to get dressed as he cleared from post nut clarity. |
I ask again, "Maxim-you feeling better?" |
"Hm-oh uh yes of course...the erm preventative measure I took made the potion wear off that much sooner. I'll have to make adjustments." He responded dismissively, lying to himself more than me. With a quick adjustment of his glasses he moved to a pad of paper and a quill, writing frantically. "Thank you ag... |
I could see his scowl and grimace come back on his face, causing me to giggle a bit. "No problem M's, just let me know if you need any more help." |
All I get back is an alright grunt of approval, maxims focus now on his notes fully. I let out one last giggle as I leave, looking forward to more experiments ahead. |
So, a carnie, an aristocrat, and a scholar walk into a room. |
"I highly doubt that we're going to find anything of value in this backwater local that wouldn't know of civilization if it marched through the front gates and rang the town bell." |
A cursed lunatic, a vampire spawn, and a wizard who fucked god walk into a room. |
"Now, keep an open mind, Astarion. You may be surprised by what horrors lurk in the deepest corners of the average farm hand's quaint abode." |
It was strange how the less interesting tag line just...fell better off the tongue. |
"The only horror I'm witnessing here is whatever this thing is that must have passed off a décor the last time any thing living named this wretched hovel home." |
Quinn knew a thing or two about a good joke, a great laugh, and a better song, yet sadly their well was running rather dry despite the company they were keeping. Perhaps it was the trade of high wires for spider webbing, perhaps it was the constant damp of the air rather then the humid confines of a colorful tentscape,... |
Actually that last part was normal. How delightfully nostalgic. |
"Quinntav," Gale's voice brought Quinn out of their serious contemplation of the woven tapestry that hung near the decrepit door of the one room building. "You've been rather quiet since our arrival, and, tell me if this out of line, but there's something to be said when the entertainer of the group has gone mum." |
"Worry not, magic man, I'm simply thinking of a punch line to a good joke," Quinn replied easily, turning fully to the wizard that had approached them. Meanwhile Astarion wasn't bothering with appearing interested in the building or their silence, the vampire picking at his nails in the shadow of the half destroyed far... |
Astarion clicked his tongue, lifting himself from the lean he had in the half-dark and gracing Quinn with a wine dark gaze. "Think of anything interesting? If I have to spend another half hour searching through this rubble without finding at least a bottle of whatever rat piss they tried to pass off as ale here I think... |
"So a vampire, a carnie, and a wizard walk into a bar-" |
"I've changed my mind, absolutely not." |
"Azzy, come on!" Quinn followed him out of the front door, both as graceful as cats as they traversed the crumbling hillside down that was once a proper foot path. Gale stumbled behind, grumbling about proper infrastructure, while Astarion made a striking figure in the destruction of the town around them. |
Astarion was the sort that as soon as he walked into a tavern Quinn would have set his eyes on for a quick tab. Now, if Quinn also had a survival instinct, they would also immediately clock him for the predator he was. But sometimes people contain layers, and wonderfully enough he was pretty sure he could have a good n... |
"No, no, darling, I've had enough of your paltry humor. Talk to me again once I've had a bath in something that doesn't stink of swamp water or a meal that tastes the same," Astarion said with a dainty wave behind him, not looking back. The small group hit the main road, heading back to where they promised to meet the ... |
Food was low, resulting in Astarion being not the only one out and about hunting for a good meal, but Quinn had a feeling that his own prey was becoming scarce as well. This resulted in an already testy, bougie ass vampire being a little bitchier then normal, which was really saying something. |
But Quinn wasn't yet about to admit that half their quiet was due to their worry over their companion. Astarion likely wouldn't appreciate it, and their acquaintance was still yet new, after all. Sometimes they considered the last time they had been to Baldur's Gate, only...two years before? If only the vampire had a l... |
If worst came to worst, the other members of the party could snack off of ground nuts, wormy apples, and bush berries, if the local bears had left any behind after moving on. But Astarion needed blood to survive, and something told Quinn that hunting after squirrels spent more energy then it gave. |
"Is it me," Gale began, leaning up to talk to Quinn, the carnie one of their taller members, much to a certain someone's chagrin. "Or does our friend here seem...bitier than normal?" |
Of course everyone and their dog knew Astarion's secret by then. But with everything else going on of the vampire didn't have some strange quirk he would probably be the most suspicious out of all of them. The tadpoles were merely icing on a batch of already fruitful cakes, never-mind vampirism, devil pacts, and god fu... |
The mind reading was odd perhaps, but all the same. |
"Seems like the game in this area may have been chased off by the rabble," Quinn replied, not bothering to hush their voice. "Between the goblin incursion and our crash landing I doubt we'll be seeing anything bigger then a possessed sheep any time soon." |
"Do you have much experience with possessed sheep," Gale asked with a raised brow and a faint smile. |
"Why, my mystical friend," Quinn looped his arm around his shoulders, scenting distinct flavors of book dust and ash wood. "I'm happy you asked." |
It wasn't so strange to be among the odd lot they had fallen in with. After all, living with The Circus of Last Days for nearly half a decade had given them more then enough memories of juggling sentient skeletons and waking to the harsh breathing of too interested clowns. As Quinn stepped through the weed filled pathw... |
Quinn had an urge to snap that neck, to sup in the marrow of the many pretty rivets that made up its column, to draw the nerve and sinew that connected it through their teeth like floss. |
And they waved away that thought like an errant fly, never breaking stride. |
As much as Quinn got along with Gale, five years of hard practice made the scent of stale sweat on the back of the man's throat seem less then appealing. |
Near on three weeks it had been since Quinntav had found themself awash on a beach struggling the wreckage of the Sword Coast, the burning wreckage of a once proud Mind Flayer dreadnought of a ship burning around them like the foreground to a painting generally representing their life. That they had been in their way t... |
Since waking they had taken in the beautiful atmosphere of salt tinged air and bloodied rubble like one would on any extended vacation, but their previous life, however short as it had been, made them better fit for sleeping on a good stick strewn path of then some among their party. |
Primary among them was of course Astarion, though until recently he was more inclined towards a good laugh, however sordid, then some assumed. |
We need to find him another boar; if I recommend one of the trolls of the fortress he may very well skewer me in his sleep. |
Not that Quinn couldn't take him. The voice in their head, so like their own, gnashed it's teeth and claimed he would die screaming sweet melodies if he tried. Quinn had to agree that his voice was nice, even when the vampire's mood was fouled. |
"And that's how I learned how they make contraceptive protection in Bywater-by-the-Bay." |
"Egads, that's disgusting," Gale looked unhappy for having asked about livestock, and Quinn gave him a hearty thump on the back as Astarion exclaimed a "finally!" for having returned to camp. |
The lot of them had chosen a broken down old farm house at the top of a hill, affording both a good view of the scenery as well as any approaching attackers. Each night Gale drew glyphs of protection, and they all were on watch rotation, though it helped that Astarion was a bit of a night owl. Well. Considering. |
Up at the top all of their tents were arranged in a semicircle around the campfire. Wyll, Shadowheart, and Karlach had already returned from their own side mission, but it was to the Owlbear that Quinn knelt, their teeth pricking their lips as the bundle of a hundred pounds of feathers toddled quickly towards them. |
"My boy!" Carnage trilled happily as Quinn ran his black ripped claws through his ruff, burrowing his fingers deep to pick out fluff and bits of seed. "Has Lae'zel not yet cooked up and eaten you yet?" |
"Big scaly won't ever," Carnage backed off, the serious set to his wide eyes displaying warning while his rump wiggled with play. "I'll bite her, and chew her, and eat her up!" |
"Oh, yes you would, yes you would," Quinn gave him another good scratch, laughing as the bird child nearly bowled them over, only the strength in their thighs and decent practice in centering their gravity keeping them in one piece. |
"I don't know why you waste a perfectly good charm on this beast," Shadowheart commented, voice clear but doubting, face faintly skeptical and yet beautiful still, much like a painting, as she approaches the pair. |
"For the joy of it, Shadow," Quinn replied, giving Carnage a last pat and standing. They flicked one of the necklaces about their fine, purple neck, the amulet of animal speech shaped like a talon sitting over the one that gifted them Speak With Dead. "Or call it a lesson in perspective. Who better to learn how to surv... |
"It didn't help his mother much,".and then she glanced down, catching Carnage's eyes as the owlet crooned from the recent loss. "A-anyway, Lae'zel is scouting the parameter a second time, though as far as we could tell there's nothing to be found of any real danger save for cutting oneself on a waylaid nail. Animal lif... |
"So we noticed," Quinn frowned, thinking of what they had by way of supplies. Enough for a week, at least, if they rationed down to two meals. But one of them was a heavy hitter, Karlach needed more then the majority to power those muscles of hers. As for the one who couldn't eat just any apple for that matter... |
"I think we need to talk about a certain someone." |
"I trust that after near on two centuries of existence Astarion knows how to handle starvation better then any of us, Shadowheart," Quinn replied in good nature. Still, one of the few memories they could retain of their gap years of, oh, two decades spoke of sweet smelling grain turned rancid by famine. Pale shaking pa... |
No, even so, Astarion knew a hunger Quinn couldn't begin to understand, unfortunate childhoods be damned. |
"It's the matter of how you deal with attacks, Quinntav, that has me worried. Tell me you've noticed how he is when you draw your blade-?" |
"I have, but anyone in their right mind would stare when one's own ally begins lacerating themself on the field. Or any enemy, for that matter," Quinn replied, keeping their bite, if not their teeth, in check as they strode away from the Cleric. |
The woman did not speak up, and Quinn's mood improved minutely as they traded hellos with Wyll and Karlach. Out of the lot it was easiest with the dashing Blade of Frontiers and the other Tiefling, but Quinn knew better then to provoke infighting among a group doing their best to survive with whom and what they had. If... |
"How rude," Quinn immediately quipped upon the Githyanki's arrival, the one woman army marching up the hillside from the north east with all of the ferocity of an angered Minotaur. Quinn had seen one, they knew the likeness was accurate. |
"The creatures, you fool," she replied, Quinn frowning and attentions flaring, Wyll in particular meeting her with a stubborn frown. |
"The nests have been vacant for near on a season at best," he said, looking to Quinntav, as if they were anyone to defer to. "It is not yet time for their return from the migration -." |
"Think what you will," Lae'zel nearly snarled, drawing her blade from its sheath along her back, and Quinn bit their lip at the pun within reach. "They make from the north, and we have not the time to pack before their descent." |
"The north; Baldur's Gate?" Great, the last bastion of safety before the end of the world and not even the wind devils wanted to be there. |
"Let us hope not," Wyll squinted over the horizon, Quinn noting the shapes of black dots there on the sky. "Should we run?" Again with the deference. But Wyll was smiling, as if he knew already what was to be said, or he saw Quinn's hands on the handles of their twin bladed scimitars. |
"If it has language does that mean it can't make a meal?" |
"If you mean, my dear, if they'll be making us lunch, it's more that we would be the ones consumed," Astarion said from nearby, Quinn's nose wrinkling in amusement; there was nothing more attractive then word play. "But if you mean speech equals a moral wrong doing in doing the consuming of the speaker, then consider L... |
"Tck," the Githyanki snarled from nearby, her chin twitching up, "So says the one who would devour kin if given half the chance." |
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