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[natha]

PRELUDE     I'll get straight to the point, Thesaens. Dranbu is in dire need of assistance. I have received confirmation that the disappearances we were investigating last month have... escalated. Be cautious as you make your way through Josa Forest. Ideally we could go straight through, but it seems the main entrance to Dranbu is overgrown with thorns and vines, and there's a bit of a glitch with the rail system - the train is having trouble recognizing the Dranbu station as a destination. I've uploaded a homing beacon to your devices with this message. Once enough of you have arrived in Dranbu proper, it should communicate with the train and register it as a stop. With any luck, that will make getting back and forth much easier for you all from now on. Best of luck. Entry to the forest is not only overgrown with vegetation, but seems to be growing at an increasingly alarming rate. Any attempts to clear the vines will be met with even larger ones growing in its place, and it only confirms Nurray's findings as true. The only way in is across the sound from Nadril, entering the forest from its snowy back yard. It doesn't stay cold for long; as one ventures further into the forest, the snow will disappear, as though it was completely out of place in the first place. The red sun's warmth will take its place soon after— and before long, you'll feel too warm for the clothes you came with. That's when you know you've entered the heart of Josa Forest. WITHIN THE FOREST     The forest seems to be thick with a profound presence that can’t be ascertained. While venturing through it, one will feel like there are being watched or followed. This feeling will only intensify as metallic-scented drops of rain begin to fall between the clearings in the trees. Unfortunately, what many don’t realize at this point is that this is how the forest itself eats. How it subsists and lives through the minds of those who eventually get lost in it. Wandering this far in is akin to walking into a lion’s jaw, or rather… straight to its stomach. But, the forest has a way of making one stay. While it swallows someone up, it shows them sinfully beautiful and picturesque sights. Even showing them people or things that are familiar to the lost. All of which will urge them to go in deeper and deeper. But, while the forest begins to prey on the mind of their victim— they will suddenly hear an elegant and alluring voice urging them back. This voice promises them comfort and safety. Promises to be kind and open. Promises she has a place for them where they will never feel displaced or unwanted, or lost. Before they can fully accept, they will find that they are whisked away in Barthala’s embrace. Some will be taken, wiped of all their previous memories and inserted new ones. Others will find they have no prior memories at all of themselves, only urged to go on with regular life. What is prevalent is the forest's desire to turn you. Metamorphosis is a phenomenon that occurs only to certain individuals, and there is no rhyme or reason to them. Some adventurers would find themselves changing by the minute, the hour, or the process may even take days and weeks. The forest toys with you, but it only wants to draw you closer to its core — as though there's a story there it wants you to see and understand. Will you go on anyway, knowing the forest has already has its claws on you? I. ALL ROADS LEAD TO — Exploring the forest is not a perilous experience - Barthala's blessing ensures that paths remain clear of any dangerous obstacles, and keeps anyone who enters the woods from losing their way. However, it will not always lead adventurers where they want to go. Stressed? Your path leads to a meadow, grass drifting gently in the breeze. Tired? You'll find your way to a tree with roots perfectly curved for a nap, the shade a peaceful retreat from the sunlight. The hungry will find streams full of fish or bushes laden with berries, and the curious will come upon elder trees, unique and beautiful. Only those who are truly satisfied with their circumstances, with themselves, can forge their own path, and venture to Barthala's Grotto. II. BARTHALA'S GROTTO — The deity's home is host to an abundance of life. Butterflies drift through the air, brilliantly colored and unbothered by any intruders. Foliage blooms in a rainbow of colors, many plants unique to this area alone. With trees arranged to provide a canopy over the path and small clearing, the scene is something out of a fantasy. Any plant life taken from this area will not survive long, though even in its dead, dried state, it retains a curious beauty. Explorers and creatures finding themselves in this area will suddenly find their clothing to be an unnecessary burden - what could be better than feeling the wonders of nature against bare skin? There is nothing unbecoming about such a natural state, any perverse inclinations are an aspect of personal preference. While the presence of Barthala can be felt here - a warm, comfortable sensation emanating from your core - she is nowhere to be found. Only one will have the opportunity to pass under a veil of willow branches and emerge to the cool air of a clear-as-glass spring. Another nearby grotto is home to a plant with intoxicating effects. Just smelling the leaves is enough to entice most animals, and consuming them has effects on both mind and body. More easily amused, with thoughts that weave deep and distant, along with increased sensory perception can bring the user on a pleasant trip lasting up to five hours. III. INFLUENCES — (18+) Every five days, a weed scattered in patches among the forest underbrush blooms. The flowers are small and white, unremarkable except for how clustered they grow. When their petals fall, after only hours of blossoming, pollen drifts through the air. It clings to clothing, to hair, in the throats of the sensitive animals dwelling in the forest. Even those unaltered by Barthala's magic can be affected. The locals of Dranbu claim the pollen enhances fertility, but in practice, it simply serves as a poignant aphrodisiac. Those affected won't differentiate between the warmth of another or their own, a simple need to experience sexual ecstasy overwhelmingly pervaded. The pollen loses its potency after about three hours, leaving behind only a sweet smell. YOUR NEW (NEW) LIFE    Adapting to an entirely new setting isn’t always so simple. People often say that assimilating oneself to the environment happens fluidly, and before you know it, you’re a part of it. In Dranbu, these words hold an uncanny sense of truth. When you awake, your day begins like it always has. Your daily routine meets largely unchanged, except a few tinier details. Perhaps, you’ve realized your true calling is an occupation within the villages itself. Maybe in farming up strange medical herbs, maybe in acting as a witch doctor for the people, or maybe you find yourself drawn to the arts and you really enjoy sculpting fellow villagers in the nude. Once you commit these tasks, you realize, it feels like what you’ve always done. As if it were natural, as if you’ve done them for years, and maybe you have? At least that’s what your gut is telling you, and slowly your memories will too. At the end of the day, when you return home, you realize you’re not alone. You have a partner who shares the same values and whom you love deeply. Or maybe a spouse whom you’re always arguing with. But, even that will feel as commonplace as the rest of your day. All you know is that the day that might have started off not being yours is entirely yours and yours alone. IV. THE HUNT — Those taken by the forest, animal features adorning their bodies, will find that their palates have changed as well. Carnivores crave raw meat, while herbivores don't mind snacking on a patch of grass or pulling leaves from branches. For most, there's no reason to cook a meal; once prey is captured, instinct says dig right in! It can be a gruesome sight, mangled bodies gorged upon leaving bloodstained faces, but it's natural. As is the hunt itself - any size of game can be found in the forest, and no one will go hungry for long. The magic that dwells here ensures a catch even for the clumsiest predator. Just take care not to stalk one of your own. For a hungry predator, there's no difference between a deer and a deer-like human. THE BOUNDARIES BEYOND     For some, placated is synonymous with bored. While there is a sense of wonder in the beauties of nature that adorn the woods, serene forest life isn't for everyone. Those seeking more adventure can explore the challenging slopes of Waco Mountain. Barthala's influence is weaker on those bluffs than in Josa Forest itself, so thrill chasers won't be disappointed. Lose the path, slip on loose rocks, fall into a stream and spend a night wet and cold, there are many perils that come with traveling a mountain-side. Scattered ruins offer some shelter, their walls carved with images resembling Barthala, a dragon, and three other stranger creatures. While the deity's pacification does not flow as deeply through this region, all are still save from mortal wounds, and the veil cast over their memories will not lessen. If you have made it this far, however, there is no reason to try to return to the main city of Dranbu. Accommodations are always available in the neighboring villages: Phares in the north, and Stroln in the south. These villages are in friendly competition with one another, and will tempt travelers with women and men of their kind in order to draw in business to their hotels. FINAL OOC NOTES     No REP is available for this log. REP will now be primarily available through achieving NPC quests, which will be available on the 19th! Please keep an eye out for that! Dranbu is entirely available for exploration! You may find that most of Wyver and Olympia Flora/Fauna may be found in the forest as well. For more information on your characters' (opt-in) Metamorphosis, please refer to the November Outline! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs ● bestiary taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp ● quest bulletin calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[thedarkbond]

[Ren's hands are a completely different story from Molly's, soft and smooth and receptive to Molly's guidance. They're no less deft, though, whatever it is that's made him good with his fingers, and they wrap around the horns without hesitation. The grip is gentle, but it's certainly commanding when he decides he wants Molly somewhere else - the soft steering of someone who expects to get what he wants in the end anyway, little fight or not. His guidance mostly keeps Molly to the lower areas of his belly, his spine curving gently upwards to press close to the mouth and warmth and the occasional sharp pain that makes him gasp in an entirely different way to how he takes the sensitivity. All of it is nice, but he likes the variety and the surprise that comes with the pain, and curves himself upwards that little bit more eagerly whenever he gets it.

It's no surprise, then, that his hips buck and a breathy moan escapes him when Molly's teeth prick experimentally into his thigh. The extra rush of blood downwards is just about visible sparking his arousal from that - as if he wasn't getting hard enough already - and one of his hands slips from the base of the horn to tangle into Molly's hair instead as he grinds downwards insistently against the velvety surface, trying to drag Molly even closer.]

You can bite... [He has to breathe and swallow halfway through that, because as much as he loves any exhilirating sensation like this, this one is new enough that he's not completely able to retain his own facade of control.] ...harder than that.

[It's somewhere between challenging and demanding, punctuated with tightening his thighs a little to narrow that space. Ren makes for an awfully pushy bottom, and if Molly's going to show off, then he'll give him some extra motivation.]

[mollymocked]

[Molly giggles- actually giggles- though it's muffled with his face in the position it's currently in. It still sends a ripple of vibration in sensitive areas that has to be wholly intentional. Molly's met people before who treat blood and pain with the same reverence as pleasure and for a person who bleeds as much as he does, he's allowed it on both sides.] It's gonna leave a mark.

[It's practically sing-songed, no longer muffled for a brief moment as he tilts his head, letting the edge of his horn dig in a little more, He'll deal with that in a second, don't you worry. There's some things people don't want to be bitten no matter how needy they are.

He dips back down, digging his fingers into the flesh of Ren's left leg as his tongue seeks out the area that makes Ren quiver in need the most and then bites. He could tear flesh with those fangs if he were uncivilized. Probably. He's never actually tried, after all. But just a bite is those same two sharp pinpricks that went into his shoulder earlier magnified by a hundred just from location and additional force. That's probably going to scar. Molly, covered in scars, cannot possibly be arsed to concern himself with that. He lifts his head up and over just to spit blood into the grass before resuming his work.

He's been so occupied with marking up Ren's thighs and teasing him into getting blood flowing in the right places he hasn't even paid much attention to the cock-related parts until now as he pulls back just enough to give an assessment, eyes heavy lidded and blood on the corners of his mouth.] You're not gonna want me to bite for this.

[He does not wait for that to garner a reaction or a protest- he goes for it like a pro. You learn pretty quickly that when you use sex as an extension of kindness, conversation, and fun that people always react favorably to good old-fashioned oral, and they are more likely to do whatever you want if you're good with your tongue. Or if you have no gag reflex. A dick is not a curved sword. Of fucking course he can swallow it.

He doesn't start with that reveal, however- he's a showman, first and foremost, and Ren is definitely having a good time at Cirque du Mollymauk's Mouth so far. Regardless of biting, Molly's fangs are still present, even if he isn't digging, and the prick a bit as he runs his tongue around the tip, exploring, while his fingernails dig crescent moon shapes into Ren's hips and the tips of his horns dig into flesh with every tightening of the thighs.]

[thedarkbond]

[Ren lets out a soft, breathy laugh himself in answer to how the giggling vibrates against him, and he wriggles and presses down all the more insistently, particularly when Molly gets to the highest area of his thigh, just before it curves in to meet his pelvis.] Well, apparently I'm lacking in those--

[That's all he really gets the time to say before teeth sink in with a sharp shock of sensitivity and agony that makes his back curve sharply and his thighs jerk tighter closed, fingers clenching around Molly's horn and in his hair. In contrast to his earlier openness, pain makes Ren bite down and retain - it's been so long since he screamed that he wouldn't even remember if it wasn't attached to sensitive memories, so of course he's not going to do it now - a moan of mingled pain and pleasure barely breaking his throat as his head tips back. What really makes his breath sharpen and the flush on his face intensify, though, is watching Molly spit what Ren knows is his blood taken by that bite out onto the grass. In that moment, his attention sharpens almost palpably, his focus completely on Molly's face and his gasps shallow until he speaks and...Ren sees the flecks of blood on the corners of his mouth moving more than he actually hears what's being said, honestly.

He's only just belatedly registering that Molly actually said words while his mouth was moving and that he might want to figure out what they were when the tiefling's head ducks between his legs again and a choked, surprised sound escapes Ren as his fingers dig in again, nails digging into skin momentarily with the intensity of the reaction. At first it's instinctive, but then it turns into something insistent and pushy as he grinds himself upwards into it, trying to take more for himself if he's going to be this slow about it, his thighs tensing and then clenching more intentionally as he feels the tips of Molly's horns dig into already sensitive muscles.]

I thought you said you were going to be fast... [He's practically whining at this point, breath catching with each prick of Molly's teeth against the head and each pass of his tongue against the very tip. Molly's definitely right that he wouldn't want him to bite that, but that doesn't mean the risk and the feeling of it isn't entertaining of itself, and he's into it enough by this point that he's pretty shamelessly trying to rub himself off against whatever parts of Molly he can reach if he can't actually drag him any closer now.]

[mollymocked]

[Pushy, pushy. Molly would point out that is a liar, first and foremost, and that anything he says should be taken with a grain of salt, but that would require him to stop concentrating on what he's doing. So he rolls his eyes in good-natured fun, even if Ren is in no position to see it and goes further, increasing the tempo of his movements in increments, working up speed even as his exploration reaches as far as it go without a hint of pause. His tongue caresses, tracks sensitive areas that trigger reactions and lean into them. Now that he's stopped playing, he's following Ren's lead, guided by the hands in his hair and around his horns and the kicks and squirms.

He pops off once so he can reorient himself, breathing heavily with more excitement than anything else. Molly's approach to life is entirely based on pleasing himself and other people and some of that feeds into the other like a perpetual loop. He digs his fingers into Ren's hips and leans forward to take Ren's mouth in his, their hips rubbing together and urging a little more friction in the absence of a wandering tongue. The kiss is tender, surprisingly, in comparison to the bites, but it comes with the added bonus of lingering blood and Ren's own taste. He grins against his mouth and whispers, slyly.] You're impatient.

[And then he's back to where he was before, raking his hips briefly against him to further stimulate what he feels must be a close climax, and goes in for the kill with full intention to reach the conclusion this time with every movement of mouth and tongue down his length and the sensation of nails on skin.]

[thedarkbond]

[Ren's reactions don't hesitate any more than the rest of him - there's a luxuriant shudder through him when Molly's mouth starts exploring in earnest, and his fingers loosen for just a moment before tightening again to act as guide. His hips sometimes roll towards Molly's mouth with a particularly enjoyable stroke of the tongue, and sometimes jerk more harshly when it doesn't seem like Ren was quite expecting to enjoy the attention as much as he ended up doing, creating a pattern of expected and unexpected movements and thrusts into the mouth to help guide what's getting him more and more aroused and what isn't quite doing it for him.

A pleasured hum catches in his throat when Molly digs fingers into his hips, but by the time Molly's hips grind down and make Ren gasp sharply in pleasure again, it's muffled by the mouth against his, the sound vibrating between their lips. He pushes back against the kiss, recognising that it's tender enough that he probably shouldn't bite but at the same time seeking out something deeper with his tongue. His tongue flicks into the metallic taste of his own blood and sweat and he lets out a breathless moan, pressing insistently into Molly's mouth to try and taste more of it before the kiss breaks and he lets out a faint whine as if he wasn't quite done yet.

Molly's words distract him from that well enough, though, and he smiles right back against his lips for the brief time they're still there.] Maybe you should have thought of that before you pushed me down here.

[It's a playful, amused little tone - Ren's always been pushy about being crushed, insistent to see every ounce of whatever someone has to exert power over him, to make sure it's earned. It's apparently no different in sex, even if this is his first time.

Determined as Molly might be to make Ren climax, he hangs on longer than might be expected of someone who's never had oral before. His nails cling and rake against skin, horn and hair in his ecstasy and rapidly slipping focus on anything but feeling more of everything that's enveloping him right now, whether it's emotional like the lightheaded feeling of pleasure or the all too physical presence of lips and teeth and tongue running across the shaft of his dick and the heat that prickles through every inch of him each time he feels the tip against the back of Molly's throat. His legs, this time, just about wrap around Molly's head outright as much as they can, thighs tightening into his horns again and calves crossing over behind as if to push him closer somehow, to keep him there for as long as he can--

--and it's on that thought, ironically, that he releases into Molly's mouth with a choked, gasping moan, head dropping back into the grass for a moment as he catches his breath, normally slitted pupils gone round with the rush of it. The legs wrapped around Molly's head go limp as well, still crossed-over and obstructive, but definitely easier to pull back against now that Ren's no longer making an active effort to keep them there.]

[mollymocked]

[And there it is. Molly swallows with a satisfactory little smirk as he pulls himself up, detaching Ren's limp legs from around his shoulders and giving them a gentle pat before he ducks down again to give a gentle, affectionate kiss to the bitemark left on his inner thigh. Once that's completed, his work in that department is done and he's only satiated in the feeling that Ren's been sated for the moment. That'll have to be dealt with. He's a very giving person, but there's some things that require take in turn.

Still, Ren deserves the opportunity to recover for a moment. He pushes himself over to the side, so he can curl a bit against him, chasing his mouth with his lips and teeth. His tail strokes back and forth against Ren's bare leg, and there's a clear friction as Molly presses in a little tighter against Ren's side with squirming desire demanding satisfaction. He judged Ren for not being patient and here he is, practically keening for it.]

You did good. I'm so proud. [The praise is so laconic it can barely be counted as dirty talk. Molly's glib tongue is not as charismatic as he'd like it to be. Even if he tried to talk nasty, it would come off as stupid, so he just says what he'd say if he hadn't just sucked Ren off successfully and this was something else. Anything else.] You're gonna be so disappointed when not everyone has fangs and horns, aren't you?

[thedarkbond]

[Ren's eyes are already a little half-lidded, as if he's tired from the exertion of it, but he lets out a tiny, breathless sound at the feeling of Molly kissing that bite mark - it stings the tiniest bit, but it's a pleasant kind of pain, and his toes curl a little as he lets his senses recover a little. It's always overwhelming when he finds something so encompassing in feeling - it's why he seeks out those kinds of pleasures where he can, though usually in a different way - but he loves every minute of it whenever he does.

As soon as Molly curls against him, Ren gives a slight, tired hum in his throat and rolls over towards him, toying with Molly's mouth slightly with lips and tongue but not quite drawing him into another kiss. His legs twitch and curve a little at the feeling of Molly's tail running up them, but it's Molly basically grinding himself against his side that puts Ren back to something like alertness, and he rolls himself over properly so he's facing the tiefling. He still looks a little hazy, and one hand drifts over Molly's back as if to pull him closer, the other drifting down his chest, nails tracing over any scars he finds along the way.]

Mmm, as long as they can make up for it with something imaginative, I'm sure it'll be fine. But you did make for a pretty hard act to follow. [His hands continue drifting downwards as he speaks, tickling and touching, until the fingers simultaneously come to their destinations - the hand at the back curling gently around the base of Molly's tail again, and the hand at the front tracing one long, perfectly curved nail from the base of Molly's erection to the tip as he turns much more attentive eyes to Molly's face.]

Speaking of hard, do you need a hand with that~? [It's such a bad joke that it's really only suitable for a time like this, when it's way too late to ruin the mood.]

[mollymocked]

That's probably why I never bothered with my own act in the circus. Who was gonna follow me and pull it off? [His arrogance lacks irony, like this is something he truly believes, and maybe he does (he doesn't)- it's not as if anyone can call him on it and with all the honesty that comes from intimacy (the only honesty that isn't cruel or vicious there is), spinning tales is a nice recourse from being open and vulnerable. You can't lie when someone's getting you off, and if you pull it off, you're not doing it right.

Molly's breath hitches as his sensitive areas prickle twofold, and he snaps playfully at Ren's nose, teeth closing on nothing but air.] I mean if it's not too much trouble? You can get fancy, if you like. I am more than open to you experimenting with your rhythm here. [His toes curl \a bit in anticipation.] Most people are not that willing to be an open canvas, and they're probably miserable for it.

[How the fuck are you supposed to figure out what you're into if you don't let people- especially first-timers- play around. The worst you're gonna do is find out you don't like something. Tch. Cowards.]

[thedarkbond]

Hmm, that sounds like a challenge... [And in other circumstances, Ren might take it more seriously as he tends to with challenges, but as it is they're talking about something that Molly has a lot more experience in. Ren might be excellent at finding and exploiting weak points, but it needs a bit more delicate application for this sort of thing.

Ren pokes his tongue out for a moment in answer to that little snap, offering a thoughtful hum as he wriggles a bit closer and tucks his head under Molly's for the moment, running his upper teeth against one of his scars.]

Well, I guess I'm most interested in what makes you squirm cutely for me the most. [That last word is punctuated with the light curl of his hand around Molly's length, nails dragging ever so slightly against his skin as he starts a slow, but firm up-and-down motion that matches against what he's doing to Molly's tail. He's probably not going to get the opportunity to rub someone off from both ends particularly often, so why not experiment a little with both hands while he's here?

The motions he makes with his fingers are simple and subtle, but perfectly formed - he's dexterous with his fingers and he uses that coordination to perfectly mirror every touch he makes against cock and tail, barring those moments he goes to the tip of his length instead being mirrored by running his other hand to the base of Molly's tail and that little bit beneath, into the curve of his ass instead as he circles, drags nails, digs them just hard enough into the sensitive flesh on either side that he knows Molly will feel it wherever has made him react the most before withdrawing and brushing over the spot with a gentle finger as if washing away the mark.

In the meantime, his mouth moves up one side of Molly's neck and shoulder, tongue and teeth mapping out scars where he can find them, searching for sensitive spots where he then pauses to leave a quick bite or a drawn-out suction mark depending on the reaction he gets before continuing to move upwards, closer to one ear again.

And closer to Molly's horns, for that matter. It's a shame he can't really do anything with them when his hands are otherwise occupied...or not what he was doing earlier, at least. He might be able to experiment a little.

His nose touches the tip of one of Molly's horns first, then his tongue as he moves further up - and then he simply comes a little further forward to take the tip of one of them into his mouth, letting it rest against the roof as his tongue explores the velvety surface, the dips in the horn itself and the rises and metallic tastes that mark the jewellery.]

[mollymocked]

[Molly makes a sudden, excitable little hum between his teeth where his bottom lip has been caught. He rewards the initiative with enthusiastic kisses to whatever part of Ren's head he can reach, encouraging and coaxing and occasionally pulling his hair with his teeth. Whether that's encouragement or a complaint, it's hard to say given how these two have been, but he's not looking to tear Ren's hair from his head and it's a sparingly used gesture. His fingernails however, have taken up permanent residence on Ren's ass and tighten with every new shock that works its way through his body. He's going to have less permanent but no less exciting bruises and marks there tomorrow too.

A tiefling's tail is a sensitive aspect, but it reacts to the stimulus. Ren could grab him by his tail during a normal day and it would be discomfiting and earn him a slap on the hand, but when in a heightened state of arousal, it's one more thing to touch that reacts to everything and makes lights explode behind his eyes. Ren's a curious little fucker. He's not worried about any of this being weird or off-putting and or confusing. He's just going for it and it's nice. It's so nice and it's been too long since he's been touched by anyone who was willing to consider the options that made him feel good. The caregiver side of him always made sure the other person was taken care of- getting his kicks off the high he gave them- but everyone wants to be taken in a considerate fashion.

The horns have barely any sensitivity in comparison to the tail, but Molly admires Ren's enthusiasm even if it has to taste awful between the caps and the odd velvet coating. He chuckles a bit and tilts his head, offering the side of his neck where the peacock tattoo starts to wind its way into the floral arrangement on his shoulder.] I can't feel a fucking thing on those, but it's cute that you're willing to give it a shot. [His voice is thick and punctuated with deep, stuttering breaths and his brogue has gotten a little more intense.] This is where you wanna be. [The side of his body where ink has left a permanent stain and the marks he bleeds from to activate his powers are. The red eyes don't bruise and they won't show even the sharpest of teeth marks, but Molly gets a sick little thrill at having people stake a claim on them. If they belong to everyone who's ever touched him then they'll never belong to Lucien.]

[thedarkbond]

[Ren nuzzles his head a little into the kisses where he can - he can't quite pull back against the pulls of his hair to make them a little more intense as he'd like to, but that's probably a good thing. He doesn't need the freedom to accidentally get himself hard again once he's stopped being sensitive instead, though the nails digging into his behind with every nice little movement he gets out of Molly isn't helping with that. He lets out a somewhat disappointed hum against Molly's horn at the revelation it's not doing anything for him, but he mostly sounds amused as he slowly pulls back from it.]

Well, at least it felt interesting... [His eyes flick to the point on Molly's neck he indicates almost as soon as he draws attention to it, eyes picking over the area as if seeking for vulnerabilities already. With a soft laugh, he leaves a surprisingly gentle little kiss and then the tiniest bite at the corner of Molly's lips before he moves further down.] I'll take your word for it, then...though you sound a little nicer already~

[That's all he really gives himself time to say before he puts his tongue to other work, sliding up the pupil of one of the eyes before he latches onto it with teeth and lips, sucking into the skin as if hoping to leave a mark or maybe just make it swell despite the bright, unbroken colour of the tattoo. He spends a little while on one before moving down to the next, and as he moves down the eyes he can reach - and perhaps onto marking up Molly's collarbone with teeth around and between those scars if he runs out of eyes - he breaks his mirrored rhythm with his hands to start exploring a little further up Molly's tail with gentle, almost massaging pressure, particularly as it gets narrower and he can get his hand around it that little bit more securely. His other hand moves a little further down instead, toying around the looser flesh and sack, fingers rubbing and probing a little insistently as if he's trying to explore every inch of it with just his fingers.]

[mollymocked]

You're welcome to pull on them later if that's your thing. They make convenient handgrips. [And <>that does generate a sensation, like an extension of hairpulling only with a little more effort involved. Also, he's not wrong. Truly tieflings are a marvel of sexual convenience.

Molly lets out a low growl that taps into the throaty register he dips into when he speaks Infernal, chasing Ren's lips with minimal effort, and then he stretches, twisting in whatever way he can that keeps Ren doing three things at once. Not for the first time, he wishes those markings were a little more sensitive, but if they were it would actually hurt when he bleeds for his powers, so it's for the best that they absorb most of the sensation and leave Molly making needy whiny noises, especially when there's a sudden shift in the feeling of teeth and tongue on normal, inked skin. It's like the difference between leaving hot water and entering a cold room, and he gasps in delight. His toes curl and he throws a leg over Ren's to entangle them and push them closer with enough force to stain his lavender skin with with streaks of soft green grass.

One hand maintains its hold, trapped underneath Ren in an effort to pull him closer, while the other tangles in his hair. He squirms and bucks against Ren's wandering hand, desperate to chase any kind of friction, and his control is gone and he's happy to lose it.]

[thedarkbond]

[Ren hums against Molly's neck, the sound a little amused.] If you need to ask if that's "my thing", you must not have been paying as much attention as I thought...

[Then again, his complaining loudly about Molly not letting him step on him was all the way back before...everything else, really, so he supposes that's understandable. As it is, with Molly writhing so nicely under his attention, Ren keeps up the three different things happening for a little while longer, as one hand progresses further up Molly's tail and the other continues its explorations.

Once Molly starts squirming into him and a hand tangles into his hair, he gives another quiet laugh in his throat and slides his hand up Molly's tail one last time, a firm, but smooth grip from the base to as close to the tip as he can get. At the same time, his tongue traces a gentle line from his clavicle to the tip of his chin before Ren's back in front of his face again, eyes narrowed and smile a little bit hungry. His now-free hand runs against the velvety surface of one horn, almost stroking it to start with.] Weren't you fussing at me for being impatient...? But here you are writhing so nicely for me. What if I want to watch that a little longer?

[He gets closer even as he says that, and his hand finds a nice purchase on that horn and closes around it, pulling back in a surprisingly firm and domineering manner for someone with Ren's build. His lips press into Molly's with a similarly insistent and commanding pressure, tongue pushing in and teeth scraping as he holds Molly's head in place as best he can with the hand on his horn.

In the meantime, the hand that was exploring is now tracing around the base of Molly's cock with a single nail, threatening to dig in a little if he keeps trying to grind up against it, before it glides up the shaft just slightly and then dives down again, arm and wrist pressing in as his hand pushes further between Molly's legs and more towards his ass with long, dragging strokes of his nails. It's an obvious tease, something to keep him on the line while not giving him what he wants just yet - if nothing else, Ren knows well how to keep people wanting.]

[mollymocked]

[Molly's response is to stick his tongue out childishly, because if he tries to say anything it's only going to come out as a groan. His tail is a flailing thing under Ren's touch, shifting, always within reach, never jerking but visibly affected by the touch. Molly's already cataloging suggestions for next time, because oh gods there will be a next time if they don't come out of this feeling like the forest played a cheap trick on them that they don't want to repeat. That would be a fucking shame.

His thoughts of future glory turn to dust and drift away as Ren grabs his horn and the pressure it exerts on his forehead to get his head into position becomes a new focal point. He obliges without fighting, sucking in a breath between his teeth as his stomach coils itself into tight knots. He's squirming all right and putting on a bit of a show of it, too. It's only a little facetious. He's surprised and he's basking in it.] This is your first time? [He gasps out and then loses track of himself as he tries to keep track of Ren's wandering finger. He's almost considering trying to plant Ren's hands where they need to be, himself, but he's got a savant over here. He needs to let him finish this as he imagined it, and Molly can only try and hold steady, rewarding Ren with more kisses that are like praise for giving as good as he got.] I think you hustled me.

[thedarkbond]

[That actually gets a proper laugh out of Ren, though his smile is a little self-satisfied now.] I only do that with poker...I guess I just have some skills that translate well~

[Turns out knowing how to identify and exploit weak points and manipulate people's reactions in various ways works remarkably well for this sort of thing. He's glad Molly's being so obliging about it too, honestly - it's nice to just be able to express that side of him without having to be concerned about putting someone off or making them uncomfortable.

Even as he speaks, his fingers are still working, stroking and gliding nails through that tight space between Molly's legs, reaching back as far as he can and rubbing teasingly into the cleft of his ass before starting to come back forward, drawn-out but very deliberate as he lets his forearm and wrist rub and glide against Molly's shaft and tip with just enough touch to be tempting and frustrating, but not enough to actually help him along. He responds to Molly's rewarding kisses enthusiastically until the hand on his horn tilts up and to one side a little, and Ren parts from his mouth to glide his tongue up one side of Molly's jaw instead, grip firm and decisive and generally with no intention of letting Molly's head go anywhere until he's done here. Going back to where he started, he kisses a line all the way up to under his ear, leaving the tiniest bit of suction with each one before finally ending with a sharp and sudden bite against that last bit of more hidden flesh under his ear.

With that, he tilts Molly's head back once more, lips close enough that they just barely touch Molly's when he speaks. His slit pupils flick about subtly as he speaks, taking in every inch and detail of the reaction he's drawing out with the same hunger as the rest of his movements.] Mmm, I'd toy with you a little more, but you've been good for me. So I guess I'll be nice...

[As he takes Molly's lips in his again, sucking and biting around the edges, his hand twists between Molly's legs. The motion pushes them apart a little further so he can slip his knee in the gap, pressing his thigh right up beneath his groin as his hand slips out and traces up Molly's length once more. As delicate fingers finally wrap around it to start up a more decisive pumping motion and give Molly that friction he's been seeking, he rubs his thigh and the curve of his hip up against him, creating a different pattern of rubbing motions that he hopes will work together well to push him towards the edge.]

[mollymocked]

That's nice. Keep those skills. They're- hnngh- serving you well. [A slave to experience, Molly is basking in the glow of being made a canvas to someone else's free exploration. Maybe it would be harder- phrasing- if he had ever found something he didn't like. There's bound to be something too depraved and sick for his imagination, but he hasn't encountered it yet, and it certainly isn't Ren's wandering fingers.

He moans against Ren's mouth just before they part, tilting his head for better access and biting down on his own lip in time with Ren's bite under his pierced and pointed ears. His red eyes are empty voids, but they're glazed over, still, and half-lidded. If he weren't writhing in anticipation of a finale, he'd be putty. That'll come after.] Praise'll get you everywhere.

[He's preening, but there's such an edge of wanton need coloring everything, it comes out as a little pleading and desperate. There's a gasp that cuts the space between their mouths and splits them apart suddenly as some part of Ren- he's too disoriented to know if it's the hand or the knee or the pressure of his thigh- hits a spot that makes him see stars momentarily. And then he's back to kissing and biting and sucking and digging his fingernails into Ren's shoulder. His tail coils, serpentine, around Ren's ankle like it could hold him here forever and when Molly finally releases, every part of him, tail included, goes blissfully limp and his arms, with all their noodly consistency- wrap around Ren so he can nuzzle him with satisfaction.]

You, my friend, have magic fingers, and they are very welcome here. My gods. [The pollen seems to be fading, and Molly is only aware of it because he can't smell it anymore. It was overwhelming, even with the stench of sweat and sex and grass. The pollen's fading and Molly is still very comfortable where he is, despite the amount of grass stains covering one entire side of him. Good. That's good. That makes it feel like it was entirely in his control and nothing slipped from his grasp.]

[thedarkbond]

[The touch of desperation to Molly's voice and the glaze over his eyes puts a smile like a dagger on Ren's face, an enjoyment he hasn't been able to feel for a while since coming here. It's an alluring combination to him, being able to make someone squirm and writhe and plea but in a way that they also enjoy it as much as he does, and his kisses and nips against Molly's mouth are eager and devouring right up until the climax, his irregular rhythm working itself out based on what movements are drawing the best reactions. His toes curl a little when Molly's tail wraps around his ankle, but he doesn't let it distract him too much - though there's a certain satisfaction to that as well when he feels it go limp.

It's only when he feels that and the seed spill across his hand that he finally lets go, shifting his thigh carefully out from between Molly's legs so it doesn't disturb his tail too much. Despite the fact that he can feel the pollen fading as well, his mind slowly growing less unfocused and heady than it had been earlier, he nuzzles into Molly right back, finding a spot under his chin and apparently equally content to lie around for a little while despite being wet and sticky and tired.

At the very least, he licks some of the seed off his fingers before he drapes an arm over Molly's waist, out of a combination of curiosity and courtesy. It's an odd taste, but it might be useful to be used to it in future.]

I'm glad you had as much fun as I did. [He would've felt a little bad if he hadn't been able to reciprocate in a satisfying way.] And you lived up to all those pushy high expectations of mine, too...

[Now that he's not focused on drawing out Molly's reactions, he definitely looks and sounds a little exhausted in the same way he was earlier. Logically, he knows he should probably wash up before he inevitably falls asleep or it's going to be that much harder when he wakes up, but he also doesn't really want to move right now.]

[mollymocked]

[Molly hums a little and reaches up to stroke Ren's hair. This is where people he has, on occasion, bedded tend to reach a breaking point, and he's been up and abandoned in the afterglow enough times to find it irritating, but Ren isn't moving, and Molly physically can't, so they're stuck like this and it is absolute bliss. He's going to need a serious dunk in the grotto after this, but that's as good as a bathhouse.

He flicks his eyes down just in time to see Ren lick his fingers and if he weren't spent that would be arousing in itself. He settles for knotting his fingers approvingly in his hair and holding him a little closer.]

I should really be pissed at this bloody forest for just pushing that on us, but god I needed that.

[thedarkbond]

[Ren tilts his head a bit into the stroking somewhat like a cat, matching the tiny little cat smile that creeps onto his face at it. It's not really something he's had the opportunity to ask someone to do before, but it certainly feels nice, and he shifts and nuzzles himself in at a slightly different angle to give Molly easier access to more of his hair.

At the same time, his own hand drifts ponderously up and down Molly's spine, nails ghosting down the line of it like a whisper. When Molly pulls him closer, he adjusts accordingly, wriggling up against him like...well, a cat trying to get comfortable, and giving a pleased little hum at the fingers in his hair. Turns out Ren acts even more like a cat than usual when he's put in this kind of situation.]

It's a bit rude of it...but I don't really mind either, since we both enjoyed ourselves anyway. Though I guess I know how to take your mind off things now...

[He sounds mildly amused at the notion, but hey, maybe there'll come a time where he's that intent on taking Molly's mind off something.]

[mollymocked]

[Molly's tail flops across Ren's legs in response to stimulus from his spine working its way downwards, responding the way a cat's might if someone were to pet it just the right spot. Truly, this cuddle pile is nothing but cats, which is ironic considering Nott and Caleb. At least he and Ren have always owned their strangely feline traits. This is just business as usual for them.]

That's a good start. Drinking, recreational drug use, new experiences... And sex. If you can somehow get all four in there, it's a good night. I think you're up for the challenge. I feel like you're gonna be able to really excite me.

[A door is open now. It's not often you can get casual sex out of your close relationships to really cement that bond (intimacy with strangers is different, because Molly is empathetic and always feels something for people who aren't just royal arseholes, but it's fleeting and meant to be gone within the night). With friends, someone either gets clingy or things end up on bad terms... Or someone falls in love which is another problem. That isn't an issue here- he and Ren are far too much alike. It would be a disaster.]

[thedarkbond]

[Ren could be really rude and mention the last time Molly tried to take his mind off things with recreational drug use, but he doesn't really want to open that back up for discussion right now. Especially since he already expressed that he's willing to watch over Molly doing it even if he's not the most interested in partaking himself.]

Well, anything that sounds like a challenge is good for me...there are definitely other things I could do to you that I didn't get the chance to yet.

[Granted, a lot of those things require a lot more preparation and probably at least a little bit of advance warning, but he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it. As it is, while he does entertain the notion that he's not as distant as he pretends to be and that might be a risk when it comes to something like casual sex, at the same time knowing in advance what kind of person Molly is helps, because the last thing Ren would want to do even if he did start having other feelings would be tie someone down who didn't want to be.]

I hope you're not expecting me to regale you with exciting ideas right now, though, I'm too tired for that...

[mollymocked]

No, no... That's something we can brainstorm another day. [Most people would be worried about being exhausted and naked and vulnerable in a strange forest that just enticed them into into sex, but fuck if this is how he goes, then that wouldn't be the worst way out. His life expectancy is short to begin with.]

Besides, someone's bound to come wandering into this clearing and want an invitation, anyway. We should keep our options open. [He's mostly joking. That sounds like a lot of effort. That pollen did a fucking number on them.]

[thedarkbond]

[Ren curls his head a bit further into Molly's neck, apparently still not terribly interested in going anywhere, though he lets out a breath of a laugh at the idea of someone wandering in.] If you've still got the energy for that, then go ahead, but I think I'd rather sleep...

[Though the shifting around he's doing is just reminding him of the tacky feeling between his fingers, and he huffs.] Or wash and then sleep, but I don't really feel like getting up either.

[mollymocked]

Oh, don't misunderstand That is completely an invitation to snuggling. The rest they'll have to do on their own time.[A gross sticky snuggle pile on the grass surrounded by- well actually the pollen has completely dispersed so it's no longer a horny den of madness anyway.]

I've slept in much worse situations. [That could be a lie or he.. no, he probably has. And it might not even be a sex-related comparison either.] The stream'll still be there in an hour and just as cool and relaxing then as it might be now. I'm comfortable with where I am for now. Moving will only fuck it up. [He yawns dramatically to prove his point, which shows off his pointed canines and makes him look even more deceptively catlike.]

[thedarkbond]

Hmm, if passing out counts as sleeping then I might have too... [He passed out on a concrete rooftop and woke up with a splitting headache once, and passed out on a weird teleporter after being magically dispelled from the world he'd just been in. Both of which probably qualify as worse than just being gross.

If Molly's not moving, though, then Ren certainly can't be bothered with it, and he nestles himself in closer still, with his whole body this time rather than just cat nuzzling, and his arm curling a bit tighter around his waist.] I'll take your word for it, then.

[Molly being the More Experienced Party with this sort of thing and all.]