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- critical role: mollymauk tealeaf,
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- marvel 616: bucky barnes,
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- mcu: steve rogers,
- one piece: trafalgar law,
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- outlander: claire fraser,
- overwatch: jack morrison (soldier 76),
- penumbra podcast: juno steel,
- penumbra podcast: peter nureyev,
- punisher: frank castle,
- saiyuki: genjo sanzo,
- star trek: james t. kirk,
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- the punisher: frank castle,
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- torchwood: jack harkness,
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PRELUDE 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 — 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 — 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!
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Also the fact that he's not much for commitment and only interested in fun and new experiences tends to makehim take these matters carefully so everyone has fun and no one has their feelings hurt. Ren doesn't really seem the type to become that attached, though hearing he's never even had the experience before period makes Molly giggle in surprise and a little bit of delight.]
You could've fooled me. Gods, really? Well, this is gonna be interesting. I like interesting. [He pushes himself up into sitting position, pressing in close so he and Ren are nose to nose.] Well, since this is your first, I'll give you the choice. As in liquor, there's only two ways to go about this. Fast or slow?
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He gives a not-very-apologetic shrug in response to that raised brow.] It never really felt like the right time, I guess...though I suppose this is the sort of thing that happens when it keeps not being the right time.
[Circumstances push it to happen one way or another, right time or not. Still, quite honestly, this is a beautiful place, especially to someone like Ren who likes flowers so much. Circumstances or not, he's completely fine with this as a setting.
And he doesn't hesitate to lean in to meet Molly's pressing motion, slit pupils widening a little with the closeness of the focus. Not having done this before aside, there's absolutely nothing hesitant or unsure about Ren's manner.] Oh, I'm glad I tricked you, then...and I know more than enough to know that I don't have the patience for anything slow, so I think I'll take the other option.
[Even as he says that, there's an odd curl to his smile and to his manner overall, really, something almost predatory, and one hand finally reaches out to glide up the side of the neck and settle just next to the curve of Molly's horns, fingertips in his hair. Now that it's been established that they're both interested, it almost looks like he's waiting for an excuse to throw himself into this without holding back. Or onto this. Apparently his lack of experience isn't making him want any less to take the power in this situation, but he's holding it for just a moment, curious to see how Molly reacts to the implication and whether it's something that's not going to just immediately ruin everything if he acts on it.]
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He breaks the kiss, runs his tongue along his bottom lip suggestively, and then begins planting kisses along Ren's neck, testing the waters with how much teeth he should use, judging by the reaction. Meanwhile, his hands find other things to occupy themselves, hunting downwards, searching for a gap to get up underneath the clothes. A sharp fingernail lightly traces a line down Ren's stomach, all the way down before hooking just below the line of his pants and holding there, teasing and playfully tugging.]
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As soon as the kiss breaks, Ren leans back a little as if deciding what to do himself, but before he can settle on that, there's lips and teeth on his neck and he tilts his head to one side to accommodate, biting his own lip to contain another throaty noise as he presses himself in closer. He's not too fussed about ending up taking it here, because he's always enjoyed ending up on either side of a stepping heel as long as it's interesting for him, but he lets out a somewhat petulant whine even as a particularly teeth-filled kiss in combination with the sharp point he can feel running down his stomach and beneath his pants makes him shudder. While Ren's clothes are rather form-fitting, there's gaps aplenty available in an untucked button-up shirt and pants, even with his partial skirt making things slightly awkward at his waist.]
You're being gentle after you started so hard, why not just crush me if you want to... [Even as he says that, though, his fingers twist that little bit more into Molly's hair and pull back so he might have more opportunity to get his own back, and he dips his head to trace the line of his tongue across one of Molly's scars that creeps up onto his shoulder and then bites down, not hard enough to break skin but certainly hard enough to indicate that gentle isn't the way he's interested in doing this. His free hand glides down Molly's side in the meantime, before sliding neatly under the waist of his pants at the back and squeezing, curved nails digging and rubbing as if searching for a reaction. There's something experimental about the manner, but Ren's definitely not hesitating to apply what he likes to this situation.]
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How's that, then? [He pants, hovering so close above him that the jewelry on his horns is brushing up against Ren's cheek. Molly's bottom lip is swollen and bloodied, and he reaches behind him to remove Ren's wandering hands and pin them down by his sides, leaving him straddling, putting all his weight onto the gentle curve of his hips where they perch on top of Ren's own, where every shift allows no room for imagination. If the pollen hadn't done enough to bring Molly's blood rushing downwards, then the excitement of the moment certainly did its part. He wiggles a bit against Ren and a soft moan becomes a hum as he seems to be considering a problem- he can't proceed further unless he releases Ren's wrists, which isn't much of a problem but the glint in his eyes and the purse of his swollen lips suggests he's trying to make it one. He gives in and leans back, still sitting pretty just below Ren's stomach, still pressing down with all of his weight against him, but now focused on the task of removing his final article of clothing.]
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Mmm, better. But I'm a hard person to impress, you know. [He tilts his head slightly to one side and pokes his tongue out, partially to be a brat and partially so it drags against the bit of horn jewellery that was brushing his cheek. His hands are keeping up their insistent motions all the way up to when Molly collects them, and again, the resistance is only really enough to be annoying before he allows it, his breath visibly getting a little bit sharper and shallower as he squirms against the full pin in a way that rubs himself up against Molly even further as a side-effect and causes him to have to bite down a moan. He's never really properly been held down like this, but the feeling of being overpowered like that and the thoughts of where else it could go and what more could be done is enough to make him shiver again.
He's about to try leaning up to playfully try and catch Molly's lips while he's thinking when he leans back, and Ren lets out an amused huff. One of his now-free hands goes back up to Molly's face, nails dragging down the peacock feather tattoos and grip lingering tight and ponderous at his jaw as if he might grab and drag it forward at any moment. The other goes for Molly's tail, fingers circling and rubbing around where it joins to his back as if curious how it might react. The effect of the aphrodisiac is clashing with the effect of the clearing, leaving him in the split situation of being itching to undress but unwilling to take his hands off Molly for long enough to do so.]
Oh, that didn't last long, did it...? And I was starting to like that look, too. [There's something almost like a challenge in that tone, as if he's trying to goad Molly into pinning him down again.] But I guess I can always take over like I was planning to if I want to make things more interesting.
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He is, after all, extremely flexible.
Balanced entirely on his hands and looking directly into Ren's eyes, he hooks one toe into the leg of one side of his pants and starts pulling. They're already mostly off at this point, but he lets those acrobatic muscles of his stretch to their fullest, teasing and tantalizing. He chastises all the while.] This isn't interesting enough? Gods, you're hard to please.
[He gives his pants leg one last kick, and that's the end of that. Tattooed, scarred, and in possession of what can only be the inspiration for the eggplant emoji. And if Ren's thinking that little acrobatic striptease took too long, Molly punctuates it by pressing his bony knee against his inner thigh, rubbing up against him through his pants as a little preview while he deals with Ren's in-the-way clothing.] This may not go as far as it could. [His breath hitches a bit, and despite presenting all the control of someone who is experienced and fully aware of both his limitations and the lengths he can hold out, he's aching. That tail thing knocked him down a peg and despite everything, he wants Ren's hands there again. Later- he'll guide him there later. That is a very delicate trigger.] We're not exactly prepared.
[Leave it to Molly to advocate for safe sex, though it's less about safety and more about not completely ruining the experience for Ren. Ren may be pretty kinky for a first-timer, but nobody's that kinky.] But you're gonna have fun. That I can promise.
[They both will. Gods, he has no regrets about this, even if it's entirely brought on by aphrodisiacs that he didn't intend to breathe in. He won't examine that closely. He fully believes he could have run the other direction and dealt with the ache in his lower body on his own terms were this to get ugly.
But they're both down and game, and Ren's pants are coming off, and that's the important part.]
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He gives a petulant little whine when Molly moves out of reach, fingers dragging and clinging like he doesn't really want to let go, but what comes next is interesting enough to distract him from that in short order. He's very fond of displays of skill, and though he's the type to express his interest in rapt attention more than anything else, his gaze flicks to follow that showy acrobatic motion, slow and lingering.]
What can I say? I've seen a lot of things. So you'll have to surprise me.
[When the pants are off, Ren's gaze drifts back up at length, taking in details. He's more focused on the tattoos and scars than the nudity in general - the scars in particular he seems to be almost cataloguing with his gaze to a worrying accuracy. Potential points of sensitivity are always useful to know, as far as he's concerned, and though he presses back against Molly's knee in his groin eagerly enough that there's no doubt he can feel it there, he's not giving him the satisfaction of letting it snap him to attention. Even if his breath does get much shorter all of a sudden.
Now that his hands can't get anywhere too interesting, he finally relents with a breathy little sigh and sits up a little to assist Molly's efforts in getting his clothes off. His coat slips free easily, sliding down his shoulders with the weight of something in one pocket as Ren sets it aside relatively carefully (still not that careful in this situation, but enough that it's probably safe to assume he's carrying something of worth to him in it). Fingers come back to his neck, to his collar that's a constant presence there, pause, and then move on, leaving that be in favour of starting to unbutton his shirt. The motions are measured, not slow enough to be outright frustrating but definitely geared to inspire some impatience.
He lets out a soft laugh at Molly's comment on unpreparedness.] Mmm, I agree, I don't think that's the kind of pain I'm interested in...
[Molly might have more experience, but at the same time, he doubts it would be pleasant on either end, so even flipping things doesn't help much there. In any case, now that he's started disrobing, the effect of the grotto makes it difficult to stop, and Ren's legs curve a little as he pre-emptively discards shoes and socks using feet and toes before Molly runs into that issue pulling his pants down. He is wearing a belt, since that's what his skirt is attached to, but otherwise the fastening won't be too hard to deal with.
Ren's still taking his sweet time before he discards his lavender shirt to one side, though, only the thin black collar remaining on his upper half as he flicks his hair back a bit and remains leaning up a tiny bit so he can reach forward enough to trace a hand around the curve of one of Molly's horns.]
I hope you're a man of your word, then. I'll be disappointed if I don't remember this. [There's another little challenge to that remark, an expectant tilt of the head. For all Ren is being extremely difficult to please, he also seems to have faith enough that Molly will rise to those high expectations. It's what he expects of all his friends, really.]
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Eventually he works his way down to the sensitive flesh of the inner thigh, spreading Ren's left leg to give him better access. He tests the area with sharp teeth, like a shark investigating something that might be prey, and waits for a reaction before deciding what to do next. The curved cartilage of the side of his horn digs a bit as he keeps his focus entirely on Ren's thighs as if there's nothing else there, velvet ridges bringing friction to an already needy and definitely ready organ. Ren wants a show, so he's getting a show, and a deeply creative use of a person's horns.
This is why people want to fuck tieflings- they have things that other races don't have and some of them know how to use them to their advantage.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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?
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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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.]
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