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purplepimphats) wrote2010-12-07 05:03 am
purplepimphats) wrote2010-12-07 05:03 am
Golden Sun kink meme, round 2.
Well, the old one has served us well, but it's two years old there's a new game out and hopefully this will bring in a whole bunch more activity.
the usual rules apply.
-The only wank with want is the sexy kind. Leave pairing wars, name wars, and kink wankery at the door, please.
-one request per comment.
-not everyone has played Dark Dawn yet, so make sure to label anything with spoilers in the title of the comment.
-you can use the Japanese names and pairing names when making requests, but make sure you put the English names in parentheses for those who aren't in the know about them.
-if you prefer Japanese names, you can stipulate in your request that you'd prefer them, or fill with them.
-a list of kinks to get you started.
-there's no limit on requests at the moment, but the meme will die out if no one fills too, so in general there's a big suggestion of 'if you can, fill for request you make.' However we know that not everyone is a writer or artist, so if you're just here to read, then don't think you can't make requests too.
-just because this is a kink meme doesn't mean PG-13 and under fics can't come play too.
A new posting rule applies. If you want to fill out an old request from the past meme, copy it over and fill it here, but leave a comment at the old meme, so if the op has it tracked, they can find it again.
the usual rules apply.
-The only wank with want is the sexy kind. Leave pairing wars, name wars, and kink wankery at the door, please.
-one request per comment.
-not everyone has played Dark Dawn yet, so make sure to label anything with spoilers in the title of the comment.
-you can use the Japanese names and pairing names when making requests, but make sure you put the English names in parentheses for those who aren't in the know about them.
-if you prefer Japanese names, you can stipulate in your request that you'd prefer them, or fill with them.
-a list of kinks to get you started.
-there's no limit on requests at the moment, but the meme will die out if no one fills too, so in general there's a big suggestion of 'if you can, fill for request you make.' However we know that not everyone is a writer or artist, so if you're just here to read, then don't think you can't make requests too.
-just because this is a kink meme doesn't mean PG-13 and under fics can't come play too.
A new posting rule applies. If you want to fill out an old request from the past meme, copy it over and fill it here, but leave a comment at the old meme, so if the op has it tracked, they can find it again.
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(Anonymous) 2011-11-15 01:52 am (UTC)(link)Karis/male teammate, pegging.
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(Anonymous) 2011-11-15 04:31 am (UTC)(link)Potential Author's Note
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)Also, I hope OP's not going to be displeased with the "not as much pegging in comparison to teh ghey" stuff.
Also, I didn't proofread the entire thing, so pardon the mistakes.
Salami Sandwich 01/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)Matthew was concerned.
Rief was intrigued.
Tyrell just found it hilarious.
“Really, it’s not a big problem,” she began. During the past few weeks, after the start of their forced errand, Karis had been developing not what she’d call visions, but a possible sixth sense. Unlike her father, however, it wasn’t limited to mere thoughts from specific individuals, but disembodied phrases would suddenly manifest themselves in her mind at the most random moments. “It’s not that frequent, and I think I’m able to control it slightly,” she lied.
“And you’re telling us that this started during your rescue mission,” Rief spared an innocuous glance at the redhead who was idly picking his nose, “several weeks prior, correct?”
She nodded.
“Interesting.”
“We should try to find a way to get to your father as soon as possible.” Ah, Matthew, always the compassionate one. Karis smiled gratefully.
“Thanks, but I’m fine. We should keep heading for Passaj.” At that, Rief nodded to her knowingly. “I’m going to buy some more Khiren water before going.”
“…If you’re sure. Then we’ll meet up with you at the base of the mountain.” They left almost immediately, and she waved to their backs.
Tyrell, on the other hand…
“You ‘mastered a wooden stick.’”
Karis stopped and turned around to glare at him. “What?”
“You ’mastered a wooden stick,’” he repeated, looming over her with a leer. He couldn’t contain himself any longer and laughed hysterically.
“You… you pervert! I didn’t mean it like that!”
“Yeah, yeah,” he snickered, wiping away a stray tear from his eye. “You mastered other kinds of sticks before that? Didn’t take you as that kind of girl, Karis.”
“I’m not!” she shouted, bringing the attention of several bystanders to them. “How would you like it if you mastered something that sounds really embarrassing, and someone brought it up like you’re doing right now?!”
“Not gonna happen to someone as strong as me.”
“And what if there’s somebody even stronger?!” In all honesty, that retort made no sense in context, but to hell with that. She was on a roll.
“Nobody stronger and manlier than me will join us.” He smirked and flexed his biceps to prove his point.
Karis blurted out without thinking, “I bet I could find someone.”
He raised his eyebrows as she clapped her hands over her mouth. “Oh, yeah? What happens if I win then?”
“I…” she faltered. “…I’ll carry all of your things the rest of the way home after we find the feather.”
Tyrell’s features shifted to mild worry. “Are you sure you—“ He shook his head before yanking one her hands and giving her a rough handshake. “Deal! We just agreed through the handshake. No backing down now!”
He promptly let go, placing his hands on his waist as her arm numbly dropped back to her side.
“I didn’t even tell you what would happen if I won,” Karis deadpanned.
“Ha!” he scoffed. Then stopped. “I… That—it… Shit!” He literally facepalmed. Looking at her between his fingers, he asked suspiciously, “Damn it, and what if you win?”
She gave him a saccharine-sweet smile. “You’ll have to familiarize yourself to something of my choice.”
“…Huh?”
“On my terms.”
“…Huh?”
Karis sighed internally. He still didn’t get it. Instead, she indiscreetly pantomimed the potential situation with her fingers while muttering, “Stick.”
That did it.
“…Oh, no. Oh, hell no…” Tyrell caught himself and stood upright as he feigned a cough. “W-well, at least that won’t ever, ever happen,” he tried to reassure himself. “Yeah, no, it won’t… It… It won’t…”
Now that’s just tempting fate.
Karis stared at him.
“W-What the hell are you looking at?” he stuttered. “Let’s just get the damn water and go!”
ONWARD!
Oh… Great… This again…
Salami Sandwich 02/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)“Get down!”
Karis managed to duck under a tail swipe that would’ve taken her head as Matthew jumped over her back and clumsily sliced off one of the salamander’s arms. Its shrieks of pain were cut off when Rief snuck up from behind, striking downward with his mace. It hit the tiles with a loud thud, its skull caved in.
“A gentleman never leaves a lady in distress,” he grinned. Matthew spared a small chuckle at his antics, which the Mercury adept had picked up on with Tyrell’s teasing, before catching sight of yet another salamander lurking from the shadows.
“Ri—“
Too late. Rief didn’t have enough time to react before being slammed into a wall, followed by a sickening crack and then crumpling lifelessly onto the floor.
“Damn it, Four-Eyes! Pay attention!” Tyrell shouted fruitlessly from the wayside, wearily going toe-to-toe with a curse demon. It leapt backwards and swung its weapon in a wide arc, catching his leg with its chain as the iron ball circumnavigated and went flying for his head. He tried to shield himself with his ax, disregarding the fact that the sheer force of the impact would tear his leg from his body.
A shock of blue and gold flashed from the edge his peripheral vision before a small jet of water hit the chain with pinpoint accuracy, piercing through the metal and flash-freezing it on contact, causing it to break apart under Tyrell’s weight. Conveniently, he slipped on the ice under him, and iron ball missed him by a few scant inches.
The water continued in its straight path and struck the salamander in the thigh, quickly freezing and shattering its leg. It screeched as the blood in its body continued to solidify, catching the attention of the now-weaponless curse demon.
Tyrell saw his chance and called upon Fever as he swung his ax, glowing red with the heat suffused, messily hacking the top half of its head clear off of its body. It didn’t even hit the floor before Matthew quickly conjured up a Ragnarok, impaling the almost completely frozen salamander, shattering it to pieces. The dull crash of the curse demon’s body plummeting several stories below was drowned out by the sounds of the icy shards shattering against the darkened walls with an almost ethereal blue glow.
“My friends!” Amiti gracefully spread his arms wide as he bowed in his newer, less revealing garments. Gold glinted with the same intensity as his beaming expression. “That was magnificent!”
“Amiti, what… Where were you?” Matthew sputtered as Karis ran over to Rief to mend his broken arm.
“My condolences, Matthew,” he smiled humbly. “I am not a fighter of your,” he turned to glance at the stunned redhead, “and Tyrell’s,” and turned around again, “caliber. I have only had archery training. And I am afraid that both my skill and strength in close-ranged combat is not nearly as good as either of yours.”
A decently-sized pile of sirens lay in a bloody, frozen heap several feet away.
He clasped Tyrell’s hands and giddily hopped in place. “Nonetheless! I am amazed with your proficiency in weaponry!”
“I… Uh… It-er… Ahh…” Flustered at the praise, Tyrell scratched the back of his head.
RIEF RECOVERS 101 HIT POINTS.
“My healing’s not as potent as yours,” Karis stated as she finished wrapping a few bandages around Rief’s head after mending his arm. She twitched slightly. “Do you think Ply would do a better job?”
“Yes. There’s no need for concern with healing when I’m involved,” he grimaced as he pulled himself to his feet. “Far be it from me, a gentleman like myself, to willingly worry a lady.”
She giggled and affectionately poked his forehead before walking over to Tyrell to diagnose his leg.
“My eyes…” Rief whined miserably from the sidelines, readjusting his smudged glasses. Unfortunately for them, the trip through the Ouroboros, and its subsequent darkness with spontaneous flashes of fire spewed from the snake statues, did wonders with the light refractions from the metallic portions of young Prince Amiti’s clothing. Rief wound up accidentally tripping over a mimic, which started the whole fiasco by attracting the other monsters with its shrieks.
“Should we not be trying to find an exit from this dungeon?”
Salami Sandwich 03/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)“Ah, yes. I believe that the action may have clouded my judgment. My apologies.” At that, Amiti bounded over to the blond’s side to discuss where exactly the Sol Mask would be in the Ouroboros.
Once Karis reached Tyrell, he offered offhandedly, “Pretty tough for a prince who acts like he’s never seen the world before.”
She stomped on his uninjured foot. “Be nice.”
“Tch.”
He turned away and headed towards Rief to ask him to cast Ply on a particularly nasty wound on his left shoulder. She didn’t get a chance to yell at him for blatantly ignoring the fact that she came over to heal him in the first place before Matthew shouted, “We’ve figured out where the mask is!”
“Are we there yet, spy?”
“Stop it,” Rief stated. “You’ve been saying that for the past hour, and she has done nothing spy-related since joining us. At least appreciate her decision to lead us straight to Morgal from here.” He skimmed their surroundings as their footsteps echoed throughout the ruins. Tyrell snorted petulantly from his position in the back and flipped him off.
Amiti shook his head at his audacity while Karis and Matthew flanked Sveta’s sides as the she inhaled a deep whiff of air. She nodded to them and turned around to give a flat glare at Tyrell before gesturing in a vague direction, a small wisp gently blowing against her braids. “This way.”
“We should be nearing the summit,” Sveta said, “Beyond that, it should be another small trip down inside before we reach the entrance to Morgal.” Everyone stopped to turn around and give Tyrell a look. “I trust you that you have no objections, Tyrell?” she flatly questioned.
In actuality, it sounded more like a statement. He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, sure.”
The next few minutes were rather uneventful with the occasional glare until they reached the peak of Teppe Ruins. Matthew took in a deep breath a fresh air despite the cloudy weather before smiling at his comrades, spending a proportionately longer time staring at the newest member of the group. Sveta shared the grin until she smelled something off and noticed an unfamiliar shadow reflected from Rief’s glasses.
Before they knew what happened, she had sped through the grass and sideswiped a cave troll who wobbled off of the cliff. Rief stood stock-still. “What… what just—”
Sveta leapt backwards to rejoin the five of them and scanned their surroundings. “There’re two more of them. Directly southeast by twenty feet. Northeast by approximately thirty feet.”
Enraged, Tyrell shouted, “This is an ambush! You are a spy! I knew we shouldn’t have trusted you!!”
“I’m not—!”
Apparently, she had miscalculated the distance because one of the other Cave Trolls had just reached them while they were squabbling. Matthew, though worn out from the travel, was the only one quick enough to respond by holding up his sword to repel the troll’s ax, but it was obvious he wouldn’t be able to last any longer due to the strain, so Karis ran forward to assist him. That left the back of their group vulnerable, which a dread hound that was hiding downwind immediately took advantage of.
Sveta whirled around to see it charging at them with flames in one of its maws. That didn’t leave her enough time to warn the others, so she focused Jupiter psynergy into her palms and shoved the three of them aside by several feet.
“Damn it, kitty-dog!” Tyrell yelled from the ground, “You fu—”
He curse was promptly cut short by the huge burst of fire that hit her at full force. Barely catching on to the situation, he used his body to shield Rief and Amiti, who were still recovering from the shock of their sudden fall. Sveta slumped over with a dry wheeze, half of her body literally charred black with crusty flecks of blood floating in the breeze.
Salami Sandwich 04/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)Amiti hummed as he took aim with his sword and directed a Diamond Berg at it. All of the shards of ice missed with the rush of wind coming from above.
His eyes widened. “Why did—”
A world-shaking screech filled the air just as Matthew and Karis had made short work of one of the trolls with a joint-casting of Shine Plasma and Mother Gaia which incinerated it on the spot. As they endured the recoil of their newly developed psynergy, the second cave troll appeared from its hiding spot and lunged for the blond.
A wave of concentrated heat shot between them and burned through the troll’s upper torso, searing through its flesh and bone as both of its halves fell to the ground, smoldering in flames.
That left the dread hound which had refocused its efforts toward Amiti, who was struggling to keep his sword in his grip with his other arm torn to shreds due to no small part of the monster’s teeth before being bitten in the thigh by one of its heads and flung like a ragdoll into the air, allowing him to discover something else from far beyond his vision. With the sheer amount of blood loss disorienting him, he hazily smiled as the view of the rocks below rushed toward him before losing consciousness.
Rief trembled uncontrollably from his spot near Sveta’s restored, but still unmoving, form as the dread hound set its sights on them. Jaws snapping, it jumped only to be knocked aside with a stray boot thrown at one of its faces. It whirled around only to end up with a different boot to its eye as Tyrell ran barefoot, just barely catching Amiti. Several tendrils of plant life wrapped around its legs, drastically slowing down its movements, and faint, purple trails of psynergy flowed into Sveta.
Matthew and Karis called back their respective djinn before the latter sprinted over and quickly summoned Gust in tandem to perform a simultaneous two-hit strike with her staff that shattered its spine. It went down unceremoniously, frothing at the mouth.
YOU FELLED DREAD HOUND.
…Not again…
“That… that was amazing,” Matthew panted in awe at Karis, who grinned. They both fell backwards to take a breather which was immediately interrupted by that same screech from the sky.
Tyrell, who tried to be careful with Amiti’s arm as he propped him at the base of a nearby boulder, was yanked from the ground by the talons of a giant wyvern. He frantically pounded against its leg, having accidentally dropped his ax from the surprise attack, as he tried to summon any kind of psynergy to get out of his predicament. He ground his teeth to stifle his screams when its claws sank into his sides, fumbling around half-heartedly due to the pain.
“Tyrell!” “Hold on!”
Unfortunately, the gale from its flapping wings blew them aside, and they scrambled to stay on the summit. That was before a large storm cloud manifested itself far above, and an array of watery spheres pounded against the wyvern as a grey blur dashed through the grass.
Those braids… Tyrell thought blearily.
With his arms stretched as he raised his mace high above his head, Rief yelled, “Go!”
As the cloud descended, it disassembled into a whole slew of spheres that froze, turning them into a barrage of huge, icy spikes. They speared through its wings while Sveta avoided at least a half-dozen before leaping into the sky then launched herself from each falling block of ice in midair before finally reaching the two of them and delivering a vicious roundhouse that snapped its neck in one solid blow.
Its grip on Tyrell went slack, and the momentum knocked its corpse far over the ledge. He flailed around wildly before deciding to just cover his eyes and wait the impending splat as the wind grew stronger the farther he fell.
Nothing came.
…But he did feel warm pressure on his back and legs. Pulling his hands away his eyes, he was greeted with the sight of the aforementioned kitty-dog and blinked owlishly at her.
Salami Sandwich 05/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)He was being bridal carried by her.
“…Uh… Thanks?” he offered.
Sveta gave him a simpering smirk since his weight wasn’t helping the situation. “I take it you don’t think of me as a spy anymore.”
“Not… really…”
And that was when Tyrell noticed that she was half naked. With the dread hound’s fire breath burning off her skin, her clothes obviously should’ve burned as well. He would’ve mentioned something about it but was too fixated on her breasts at the moment. Hey, he happened to like the view, and this particular girl didn’t smack or nag at him for just innocently staring at those pert mounds.
Unlike a certain someone.
His fingers twitched.
Sveta glanced downward, curious with his silence.
Ah, what the hell.
A girly shriek echoed across the entire summit, bringing everyone’s attention to them, along with reawakening Amiti in the process, whose mangled arm had just been completely mended together by Rief. Red-faced, Sveta had curled into herself, obviously having dropped Tyrell onto the pointy rocks right below them if her crossed arms and his limp body were any indication.
“Huh…” He exhaled, almost as if he had just experienced an epiphany. Karis handed her a spare vest from her traveling pack before glaring at him.
Oh, hey, her mouth’s open again. That’s nothing new.
Maybe she was nagging at him again or wanted his undeniably hot self to get it on with her right then and there, or maybe both of them, but right at that moment, Tyrell’s senses were dead to everything except for the leftover warmth on his fingertips. His hands squeezed some more imaginary breasts, and he giggled stupidly.
“So soft… yet firm… Heeheeeee…”
He didn’t see the staff coming for his face at all.
After Sveta had bid them adieu while running off a fair distance, Karis and Amiti decided to take in the scenery by making a brief trip across the stone bridge where a large city, Belinsk if they recalled correctly, was located. Their leader needed a break after all. With two of them gone, Rief and Matthew closed in on him.
“That was utterly crude and undignified.”
“Uncle Garet’ll kill you if he finds out about this, you know.”
Tyrell squinted at them with his black eye that all four of them still continued to refuse to heal. There was a tense silence before Rief blushed and Matthew smiled eagerly, eyes gleaming and cheeks reddening.
“She is quite a fine specimen though…”
“S-So… About her… and… Well… H-How is…” he stopped to compose himself. “Um… I… I-Is she… Were… Were th-they…”
Tyrell snorted. “See? This is exactly why you gotta learn to talk more.”
“I-I… Sh… Shut up!”
A few minutes passed and their conversation turned into observations of her fighting prowess.
“She’s really strong. A little too strong…”
Rief wrote some notes in a small book he pulled from his cloak. “Perhaps it’s merely a beastman trait.”
“At least she’s pretty girly…” Tyrell muttered.
“Excuse me?”
“Nothing.” He changed the subject. “She’s also fast. So fast…”
Thankfully, Rief merely raised an eyebrow as he allowed that slipup to go unquestioned. “Why the concern? Are you afraid that she’ll usurp your throne as the heavy hitter in our little clique? Unless, of course, you’d prefer to just cut out the middleman and simply abdicate…” he joked, adjusting his glasses.
Matthew noted his friend’s blank stare and translated it for him in easier terms before making his own commentary. “There’s nothing for you to worry about. You’ll always be an important part of our group.”
Tyrell grinned and affectionately hooked an arm around his shoulders.
“Agreed. You’re still the most durable among us… Mister Meat Shield,” Rief finished with his most winning smile.
Five seconds later, he was thrown into a lake.
Once the other two returned, Amiti dropped Karis from her perch on his shoulders, and she fell over in a crumpled heap. Never again would she go making rounds with Amiti. He spent too much time running all over the place, and her body couldn’t take it anymore.
“Why is Rief swimming in there? And in those clothes, no less?”
Matthew and Tyrell exchanged glances.
“He tripped.”
Salami Sandwich 06/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)Sveta frowned. Now this was just getting annoying. Matthew had apparently devolved to speaking through incomprehensible dialects at worst or monosyllabic words at best. Not to mention the fact that he was a mess: sweating to the point of dehydration and twitching every few seconds.
And then there was Tyrell who had paled when she had revealed herself, before putting on a show of bravado by taking on that peculiar Venus djinn in the ruins underneath her home… alone… then getting knocked out quite pathetically.
“I-I… It-that… S…S…Sv-v-v…”
Someone coughed.
“Y-You… look… lo-loo…”
“Matthew, I’m afraid to tell you that you might be coming down with something… or, at the very least, your throat. Even your father and uncle didn’t have this kind of problem with their vocal chords during their adventures.”
“Fascinating, Master Kraden! Tell me more!”
Come to think of it, how in the world was that elderly man keeping up with them? No, wait. She was getting ahead of herself there. Back to the matter at hand.
“Sh-sh… We… that… not… B-but… I-I… That is… we…”
Currently, after a disappointingly anticlimactic battle against a duo with horrible fashion sense and the activation of the Alchemy Dynamo thanks to that idiotic boy whose name escaped her for the moment, an elderly man had been granted access into their group after having been identified by Rief, and her dear brother had just made his leave for them to run through the corridors in order to rescue the pirate at the opposite end of the castle.
“I wonder if I could convince Uncle to form a trading venue with Belinsk. This carpet feels exquisite.”
Hmm… from what she recalled, the man had looked bored out of his mind and not at all that impressive to warrant the title as the scourge of the seas.
“No… Don’t… At least, not this one. I think I just stepped on a hairball…”
Logically, it didn’t make sense to her. Why would this group of adepts want rescue that vigilante? What would they gain from doing so? Who were they doing this for?
“Svet… S-Sv… Sve… Ta-ta… I… I…”
“Damn it, Matt! Shut the hell up! You can try seducing her later!”
Why would they—What.
“Goddamned shits!” Eoleo roared, barreling towards the monster at the base of the crow’s nest. Having broken the handle of his worn ax by driving it relentlessly into several of them, he was left weaponless and decidedly improvised with his psynergy instead.
Matthew cursed their luck.
Mere minutes after sending Briggs off to his watery grave, several curse scuttlers and shade skorpnas climbed onto the ship, cutting off the procession as they forced the group to split apart, ganging up on each individual adept.
The situation took a turn for the worse when Karis had accidentally cast the wrong spell in a panic, and the summoned tornadoes pulled the hoard directly to them.
Tyrell was suffering from a concussion as he struggled to stay upright, one of his legs painfully bent in awkward angles. Rief had exhausted himself by constantly casting Wish Well for the past twenty minutes and sat in front of Kraden, his right arm broken as he held onto his mace in an unwieldy fashion. Sveta dashed all over the deck, a line of miniature lightning bolts trailing behind her as she picked off one monster after another with psynergy-infused kicks and punches. However, since either the monsters were catching on to her wiles or she couldn’t manage to keep moving at such speeds, they ended up closing in on her as time went on. Amiti and Karis were busily flanking Kraden’s other sides, providing a makeshift shield in the form of a small blizzard as they repelled any monsters that dared to come close with several well-aimed attacks, but the sheer amount of them was wearing the two down and fast.
They had all barely wiped out the first rush with few casualties, but the next had nearly twice as much for them to handle.
Eoleo clawed into them as draconic plumes of flame burst from the aura surrounding his body and traveled in random directions, torching everything in their paths save for the ship and himself.
Salami Sandwich 07/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)Soon Tyrell fell to his knees, bleeding profusely from his nearly amputated arm that dangled from what was left of the muscles in his shoulder. His howls were cut off abruptly when Eoleo ran out from the smoke and kicked him in the gut with enough force that caused his body to collide against an unsuspecting Rief’s back, putting them both out of commission. Amiti quickly went to work mending his arm and healing them both, and Karis was left to take on both of their roles at the same time.
“Behind you!” Sveta yelled as she drove a fist into a shade skorpna’s head.
Matthew dodged a pair of claws that pierced through his jacket, barely missing his ribs, before collapsing on the deck. Something was wrong. That didn’t even graze him, and yet he couldn’t move…
Couldn’t… breathe…
And his shadow…
Why… Why was it so much darker than the others’?
To his shock, two black pincers arose from it before clamping onto his legs, ripping through his calves as they dragged him below deck. Sveta rushed forward but an ear-piercing shriek stunned her long enough to get rammed from behind, slamming her head onto the woodwork and immediately knocking her out. Karis went down right after, having consumed the last of her psynergy reserves on one final spell before relying on her staff, which broke after three curse scuttlers attacked her at the same time.
His body was becoming numb, vision blurring before his scarf was yanked backwards, strangling him. His arms struggled to move to grasp at it before being pulled out of the shadows and hurled at an unconscious Rief’s feet. Sveta’s limp body followed, and Amiti barely managed to catch her.
Having released his grips on both of them, Eoleo’s arms went back to his sides as they glowed with uncontrolled Mars psynergy, covered with viscera and crushed entrails that disintegrated from the sheer heat. He looked over his shoulder with narrowed eyes, and the flames grew larger, accentuating the blood all over his body.
“Yer all in the way,” he snarled to them before sprinting ahead, fireballs spinning around him haphazardly as he literally tore through the monsters limb by limb with his bare hands.
The light from the inferno obscuring the pirate was almost blinding, a stark contrast to the sheer darkness surrounding them.
Matthew’s vision blurred from the lack of oxygen.
Maybe we are safer with him instead… was his final thought before passing out.
The vitality returned to Himi’s lifeless eyes after she slowly hovered back onto the floor. Her eyebrows were furrowed in frustration as she pursed her lips. She directed her gaze to Matthew before bowing her head in shame.
“I… I’m sorry… Even with my visions… I’m unable see any further—”
“What?!” Tyrell barked from across the galley. “Aw, come on! Lives are at stake here! Hurry up, damn it!”
Himi flinched. Sveta sensed something amiss and got up from her seat, striding over to her.
“I’m… I’m still trying… I… I…”
“Try harder then, Eyeball!!”
Himi clutched at her sleeves and trembled, biting her lip as she willed herself not to let the tears fall. Taking a deep breath to regain her composure, Himi raised her head and continued, “I… I will meditate for as… as long and as deep as I’m able, and… and…”
She stuttered when Sveta knelt down before her and wrapped her in a gentle hug. There was a long silence broken by a weak sob before she ushered her into the hallway and into her cabin. The fact that Himi was fervently wiping at her eyes didn’t go unnoticed by the others. Rief stood up and glared at Tyrell disdainfully. “Wonderful. You should be proud of yourself.”
“What did I do?” Tyrell asked. “She knows that we need to hurry and get rid of the eclipse! Somebody has to remind her about that!”
Salami Sandwich 08/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:41 pm (UTC)(link)“I apologize, everyone, but I believe that I must make my leave as well,” Amiti said. He gave a quick, conspiratorial nod to the pirate who smirked knowingly. “From what I can recall, it is my turn to ‘man the helm.’ Is that the correct way to phrase it?”
“Yep. Go.”
He hummed as he wiped off his pants and waltzed out without looking back. Karis followed, but not before giving Tyrell her patented I’m going to nag you to hell and back face as she disappeared up the stairs too.
“Tyrell,” Matthew sighed. He shook his head. “Honestly, why?”
He opened his mouth to say something, but Matthew merely kept talking. “You know she has a terrible inferiority complex stemming from her city’s favoritism for her older brother. The rest of us are already aware of that.”
Eoleo grunted in affirmation.
“But—!”
Matthew raised a hand. “No. Not now. Think it over for a bit and put yourself in her position. She’s trying the best she could to control an ancient, mysterious power that was forced onto her a mere week ago. A week, Tyrell. We’ve had years to practice and prepare ourselves with help from our fathers. She hasn’t. And she’s learning by herself since nobody knows how or what to teach her. Not only that, but also take into consideration of just how young she is and the fact that she willingly left her family to travel with complete strangers like us.”
Tyrell went silent.
“We need her and need to help her in any way possible not because of her abilities, but as a comrade, and in return she needs us. Just give her more time. You know we’d do the same for you.” Matthew stood and headed to Himi’s cabin to assist Sveta in consoling her, muttering to himself.
Tyrell growled and slammed his fist on the table, rattling his bowl.
Eoleo chuckled. “Good job fuckin’ up yer friends’ shit there, kid.”
“Shut up.”
“No, really. ‘Zat all ya can come with?”
“…’s not my fault, so shut up,” Tyrell grumbled.
“’Zat so?”
“Not my fucking fault. Shut up.”
“Ha! Tryin’ ta convince yerself it ain’t, eh? Wanna bet?”
“Shut the hell up.”
“Makin’ our poor lil’ princess bawl right in front o’ us? That ain’t yer fault, eh?” he drawled, pushing himself from the wall and uncrossing his arms as he strutted towards him. Tyrell didn’t get a warning before his chair was kicked out from under him, and he toppled onto the wooden floorboards with a loud thud. His mind, still reeling in shock, didn’t register Eoleo’s unapologetic “My bad.”
The pirate stepped on his back and pressed down hard. “Tch. An’ here I thought ya’d be a man and take all the blame fer yerself. Be all responsible an’ shit. Thought I might like ya, ya know? Thought ya were mister manly in yer lil’ ragtag group, but fuck, I guess I was wron’ ‘bout that, eh?”
Tyrell gritted his teeth.
“Ain’t a real man, are ya? Just actin’ all tough an’ shit, but yer actually a lil’ cuntfuck pussy. All up in yer own lil’ head, thinkin’ yer the best aroun’, ya fuckin’ piece o’ shit.”
He spat at him.
“Heh. An’ look at yerself right now. Tryin’ ta run away from all the problems ya start. ‘S what a pussy does. Ya ain’t so tough after all, eh? Just a fuckin’ pussy.”
“Asshole.” Tyrell tried to push him off, but Eoleo added more weight between his shoulder blades, pinning him down.
Salami Sandwich 09/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:43 pm (UTC)(link)He kneeled down and roughly grabbed a chunk of his hair, nearly yanking several strands off of his scalp. Tyrell stifled a small yelp.
“Yer not gonna be a real man ‘til ya learn when ta shut the fuck up an’ accept all the shit that comes flyin’ back at ya when ya know it’s yer fault. Not gonna grow some fuckin’ balls like a real man ‘til ya do. Not gonna know how fuckin’ good it feels to be a real man ‘til ya make yer peace with yer teammates. ‘Til ya treat them like yer equals an’ not like the shit ya step on. Got it?”
Eoleo ground his heel deeper and slammed his head onto the floorboard, grinding it against the wood.
“Listen up, kid, ‘cause a real man’s tellin’ ya right now: ‘til ya ever grow up an’ man up, yer always gonna be a bitch the rest o’ yer fuckin’ life.” Leaning further, just barely several millimeters from Tyrell’s ear, he hissed, ”A goddamned bitch.”
Something inside him snapped, and Tyrell saw red.
“I… Yes?” Himi asked pensively as she held her door slightly ajar.
“Uh, hey,” Tyrell began. “I… uh…” He winced, clutching at his bleeding shoulder.
“…You’re hurt,” she murmured in alarm and moved forward. He pushed her away, much to her dejection.
“Wait, no. Thanks, but… Shit,” he muttered, “Listen, I’m no good this. I… Uh…” He fumbled with his pockets before pulling out and displaying a heart-shaped bottle of perfume, which he had swiped from that woman with the horns after their run-in underneath Sveta’s castle, on his palm. “Here.”
Himi looked beyond confused, shifting her gaze back and forth from his face, shoulder, and the bottle. “…What?”
“It’s a peace offering.”
She continued to scrutinize it with uncertainty.
“Just take it, damn it.” He grabbed her hands and placed it between them. He then noticed the size difference and paused. Now he felt even more like an ass once he realized just how young she was.
“…Why are you giving this to me?”
“It… man,” he sighed, scratching his head. “I… uh… felt kinda bad about yesterday and wanted make up, and the others got all up on my case… But, yeah, I wanted to get you something to make you feel better after I saw you crying… uh, hold on, we all did. No, wait… Uh…” He glanced at her worriedly. She looked mortified. “Crap! You weren’t supposed to know that! Forget I mentioned it!”
He coughed.
“Uh… Well, anyway, I kinda figured that since you’re a girl… No, wait, that sounds stupid. Let me do that again. I kinda figured that you might like the same stuff like Karis, and she usually puts on this really nice smelling perfume… Except that one time when I caught her changing, but… Uh… Right, I thought you might like it. I opened it once just to see if it was safe, and the stuff in there made me throw up, so I’m not sure if you’ll actually, you know, like it. Ireallyreallydon’tsuggestsprayingitinyourroom. It’llmakeyoualldizzyandscrewwithyourmeditation.”
Fuck, he was rambling pointlessly now.
“And, uh, yeah. You know. For you. And, stuff… I guess,” he finished lamely.
Himi stared blankly as she tried to process everything in her mind. They stood there awkwardly for about a minute.
“Are you… Is… Is this an apology?”
“Yea-No. I mean… No, wait, yeah. Yeah.”
“…Oh… Apology accepted.” She glided forward and healed his wounds, much to his surprise.
“Wait… That’s it? Just like that?”
Himi backed away and confusion laced her features again. “…Was I supposed to refuse?”
”NO!! DON’T!!”
At that, she blinked and looked down at the floor, trying to conceal a barely noticeable smile. “…Thank you.”
“Uh… no problem?” he replied eloquently and looked at his hands again. “Man, I have to wash all this blood off now.” He waved to her and ran off. “Gotta go. ‘Later.”
Salami Sandwich 10/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)“’Later’ to you too.”
Maybe he should’ve noticed that shock of green hair after locking the door in his room but before taking off his boots and leggings because, currently, he was pantsless on his bed with Karis screaming her lovely head off at him and no quick way out.
“You’re such a jerk, Tyrell! Don’t you even know how she feels?!”
“Matt already—”
“No! You already went too far with making her cry with those disparaging remarks! Honestly, when will you ever grow up?!”
“Hey! I—”
“And don’t think I didn’t hear your scuffle with Eoleo last night! What were you thinking?! He’s the captain of this ship! He’s doing us a favor by—!”
“Can you just shut the hell up for second?! I already apologized to her!”
She stood there blinking for a while. “…Oh.”
Tyrell savored the victory before she went at it again. “You still got into a fight with him! I can’t believe you! I wouldn’t be surprised if he just upped and kicked us off of his ship right now! Why?! Why would you even—?!”
He couldn’t control himself anymore and hopped to his feet.
“My ass is on the line here!” he retorted, grabbing her shoulders.
“…I… What… What in the world are you talking about?”
”Our bet months ago!” He took her silence as a request to clarify. “You know, the one about the strong and manly stuff and me betting nobody would beat me in both of them at the same time?! Sure, Amiti was okay, not all that tough, but then Sveta came along, and holy fucking shit is she strong, but I thought I was still safe since she didn’t qualify for the manly part. Yeah, I was totally safe. But then he came along. And just look at us now. Look at me and look at the guy who just joined us. Look at how buff that he is! Just look at him!!”
A manic gleam appeared in his eyes before he started losing it. “Do you even know what he can do? Matt told me he took on all of those spider things alone and won. Fucking won. And I lost after, what, ten of them?! That automatically makes him stronger than me. So I had to prove I was stronger by taking him on, but nooooo, I couldn’t even win a one-on-one fight against him, even without psynergy, and that scaled the scores in his favor!!”
One of his hands went to cup a buttcheek as an afterthought as he continued to shriek hysterically, “And just to make matters even worse, that bastard was actually right about something!! I actually felt better after apologizing to Himi, which made him right since he knew I was supposed to do it in the first place! Right, damn it!! That makes him more mature than me! Me!! Maturity equals manliness!! And not only that! Oh, hell no!! Not only that! Nooooooo!! Life fucking hates me ‘cause he also has stubble! Fucking stubble! I can’t compete with that! Facial hair’s the fucking epitome of manliness!!”
Karis was making a decent impression of a blowfish at the moment.
“And because of him and this fucking stupid bet, I’m gonna be assraped by a stick!! …Shiiit,” he moaned as he buried his face into his hands.
“I… Um…”
“Now what?”
“…I had completely forgotten about that until you just told me right now.”
His eyes bugged out. “You… I-But I…”
“But… I guess that could be some good punishment for your behavior last night.”
“That… That… Shit, shit fuckshit FUCK!!!”
There was a telltale click of the door being unlocked prior to suddenly bursting open. Before they had enough time to their bearings straight, Tyrell was yanked by the collar and shoved against the wall. His yelped, flailing for a hold until something wet trailed across his face.
He froze.
“Good boy,” Eoleo, notably covered with bruises since he had divested himself of his leather armor prior to barging in, murmured after licking the blood off his cheek. He leaned forward to suckle on his neck. “Good boy,” he repeated. “Knew ya’d do it. Knew my intuition was fuckin’ right on the mark in thinkin’ you’d man up.”
Karis was rooted to the spot, sputtering, “Wh… What are you…”
Salami Sandwich 11/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)“Should be obvious. Guess yer not as smart as I thought.” Eoleo ground their hips against each other. Tyrell shivered and struggled to pull away. “Just gonna show ya how a real man helps ‘nother man feel good. Yer not all grown up yet, but… Ya ‘member I said it’d feel good, right?” He pressed harder and tilted his head to kiss him. A hand trailed underneath Tyrell’s shirt, unsubtly groping him.
“K-Ka… Kar-Karis—Mmmmmppphhhhhhh!!!”
Eoleo pulled back and looked behind, nonplussed. She was still standing there, gawking at them. “Oh. Ahoy.” He waved to her with his free hand and went back to snogging him. Fortunately, Tyrell had enough time to think coherently, raising his knee between them, and kicked him away as hard as possible before running to the opposite end of the room. He couldn’t keep the smirk off his face when he saw the older man collapse with a sharp wheeze.
“Oi, kid,” he growled. “What’s the deal?”
Tyrell pointed at him accusingly, earning himself a flat stare. “Why, door— Key… Noooooo… You… You! You!!”
Karis, having known him for years, translated his gibberish for Eoleo, who hacked out a few coughs before standing back up. “’Why do you have a key to my room.’ ‘You just kissed me.’ ‘What are you, gay.’”
Eoleo jabbed a thumb to his chest. “One: my ship. Two: Yep, so what? Three: Big talk comin’ from someone gettin’ pegged fer losin’ a bet. An’ here I thought ya’d like some o’ my help.” He smirked at a bewildered Karis before directing a smoldering gaze at him.
Despite not understanding just what that word meant, Tyrell added two and two together, along with that face, and backpedaled. Eoleo hunched over slightly, predicting what would happen next. He feinted for the left, which Tyrell predictably took as he sprinted toward the door. Twisting his body around quickly, Eoleo lunged forward and latched onto his ankles, the movement causing Tyrell to lose his balance and fall face-first onto the floor.
Not to be deterred, Tyrell kicked him in face, causing his grip to loosen slightly before clamoring to his feet. He didn’t get far when Eoleo lunged again, this time pinning him down right underneath him and wrapping an arm around his neck, covering his mouth (and stifling his girly shrieks) with his other hand. The pirate’s eyes narrowed, and he grinned cheekily. “Feisty, ain’t ya? I like that.”
“Oi, lettuce head,” Eoleo called.
“Excuse me? I have a name, you know!”
“Dun care right now. Captain’s orders: Lock the door. An’ then get over ‘ere.”
“Not bad,” Eoleo whistled, circling the bed. “Not bad at all.”
Tyrell struggled against the ropes that bound his arms behind the headboard, furiously kicking in any random direction. The hem of his shirt was pulled over and behind his neck, markedly displaying his chest and abs to them. He tried to conjure up any kind of psynergy at his disposal, which resulted in a rather unremarkable conceptual “poit” as nothing happened. He aimed his profanities at Karis and the Bind spell that she had cast a few minutes prior. Of course, he would’ve actually done so if his screams weren’t muffled by the rolled up socks in his mouth.
“Here,” Eoleo said, handing something to Karis while holding a small jar in his other hand.
Upon taking a gander at it, she dropped it onto the floor with a shriek, much to Tyrell’s joy, before the both of them looked at it with varying degrees of curiosity. Karis in utter shock with the sheer size of the thing. Tyrell more or less in horrified fascination as he tugged against his bindings even more.
Both of them had a question pop in their heads at the same time. Why did he have this?
They both stared at Eoleo, who simply remained unabashed and shrugged, answering as if he had just read their minds, “A man’s got ‘is needs.” He strolled back to the where was Karis was stationed, at the end of the bed where Tyrell’s feet were located, and roughly yanked Tyrell’s boxers off, forcing his hips to rise from the sheets and fall back down, cock flopping listlessly.
Salami Sandwich 12/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)Karis shrieked again at the sight of an actual penis, and Eoleo gave her a look while tossing the offending garment in some obscure corner of the room. “Dun tell me yer still a virgin what with yer bet an’ all.” He leaned over and grabbed Tyrell by his knees, spreading his thighs apart and giving her yet another eyeful. “Ya seriously ain’t seen a guy’s dick before?”
“N-No!”
“Oi,” he drawled wryly. “D’ya want yer friends ta hear whatcha two’re doin’?”
Silence.
He grabbed Tyrell’s cock with his free hand and slowly stroked it, almost enchanting her in the process. “With all o’ yer bitchin’, an’ ya two haven’t even fucked yet?” They both shook their heads, blushing, as Karis covered her eyes with her hands and Tyrell desperately bucked his hips in a feeble effort to make him lose his grip. “Then what’s with that bet yer goin’ on ‘bout?”
“I didn’t think this would actually happen!”
Tyrell nodded frantically in agreement.
He ignored them.
“Sounds like ya two need some lessons then.”
Eoleo placed the jar on the bed. He pulled one of her hands from her face, wrapping her fingers around Tyrell’s cock. Much to Tyrell’s dismay, he was already hard thanks to the pirate’s ministrations. Even worse, he failed to stifle an unmanly whimper when Karis squeezed it tightly in her shock at touching him there of all places.
“Stroke ‘im.”
Tyrell tried to buck her hand off in spite of her slow, awkward jerks.
“Good girl,” Eoleo purred, placing a palm onto her shoulder, his other hand busily removing one of her gloves. “Now use yer other hand.” Her cognitive processes had practically fizzled out for the moment, and she did so without complaint. Tyrell’s groan accompanied Eoleo’s unsubtle dryhumping against her ass.
“Look at each other.” His hand slid down her shoulder, onto her chest, and pulled her skirt up, with the other one deftly removing her other glove. Dexterous fingers smoothly divested her of her vest as he pushed against her, which almost made Karis lose her grip. “Oi, kid. Open yer eyes.”
Tyrell blearily opened his eyes to the sight of her leaning over him, flushed and debauched as her gaze remained glued to the sight of his dick. It wonders for his ego and a weary smirk made its way to his face. Then suddenly Eoleo wrapped a callused palm around his glans, rubbing against it roughly, and he moaned loudly. He couldn’t control the stream of precum that gushed from his cock.
Eoleo smiled and pulled back, picking and unscrewing the lid to the jar.
“Look at ‘im,” he whispered. “Look at ‘im, with that hot cock, leakin’ like a whore, right under yer palm. Real nice view o’ ‘im, eh? Ya can feel the heat under yer hand, right?”
Karis couldn’t tear her eyes from him and bit her lip, shakily nodding. “Good girl. Now let go.”
At the loss of her warm fingers, Tyrell’s eyes refocused, and he snarled.
“Now, now, kid. Gonna have ta suck it up,” Eoleo chided mockingly, not missing a beat as he stretched forward, pushing Karis downward in the process, to vigorously jerk Tyrell’s cock, prompting more precum out. “Ya ‘member that peggin’ deal, right?” His eyes widened in vague fear. “Naw. Dun worry. Even I dun like ta hurt folks like that. Jus’ gonna have ta work with me, alright?” The pirate smirked and backed away again. Tyrell unconsciously raised his hips, eager for more attention to his straining cock.
Karis felt a large hand cushion her cheek, and before she knew it, Eoleo’s tongue was dominantly pressing into her mouth. His other hand trailed back downwards, toward hers, and urged her to dip them into the jar. Then Eoleo lowered himself to knees, idly pulling away from their kiss, and licked a long trail up her neck. She shivered at both the treatment and the strange viscous fluid now lathered onto her fingers and quietly whispered as he stood behind her again, “What… what’s…”
“Shhh. Watch.”
Salami Sandwich 13/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)“…Guess ya ain’t a virgin after all.”
At that, Karis turned to look at him in surprise. “T-Tyrell? You…” He avoided their gaze, sinking his teeth into the cloth in frustration, red-faced and furious, either at them or himself, he wasn’t sure. They weren’t supposed to know. Nobody was supposed to. It was supposed to be a secret between them, and yet…
“Tyrell,” Karis whispered sadly. “Don’t tell me you were…”
Her concern… He vigorously shook his head and tried to reply but the damned socks were still muffling his mouth. Karis reached over to pull them out, a thin trail of saliva landing onto his chest. “We… we…” he coughed, “Matt and me… We messed around a bit… When we were younger…”
She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lithe body against his and, to his shame, he bucked against her without thinking. Swallowing, he cautiously asked, “…Karis?”
“Thank goodness,” she murmured. “I can’t believe I thought—”
“Don’t. You just—”
“Ya know…” Eoleo’s drawl cut through the scene, and they stopped to nervously glance at him. “This is touchin’ an’ all, but I’m thinkin’ we should get back ta the matter at hand. An’ this fella here needs some o’ yer ‘ttention, too. One of ya oughtta help ‘im.” He had already removed his clothes and gestured at his own cock, which stood up ramrod straight, slick and dark.
Holy shit, it’s bigger than that thi— Tyrell’s mind processed the possible scenarios, and he raised his head to hiss, “Don’t you fucking dare hurt her—”
“Ain’t ‘er I’m talkin’ ta.”
He sneered at the pirate and spat in his general direction before decidedly surrendering. “…Fine.” Karis tried to protest while Eoleo crawled onto the bed, which creaked under their combined weight, sandwiching her between them. He grabbed a chunk of Tyrell’s hair and dragged him into a deep kiss, affectionately licking his noise as he pulled away.
“Good call on yer part. ‘S what a real man’d do. Ya’ve grown up a bit.” A proud smile graced Eoleo’s features, and Tyrell’s cheeks went red with his own warranted self-satisfaction at the compliment once his memories from last night resurfaced. Karis fretted when Eoleo snapped something around her waist, then wound his fingers around her clumsy ones and wrapped them both at the base of Tyrell’s turgid length. A strangled groan left his lips as he thrust his hips into them.
It didn’t take more than a dozen strokes before Tyrell shot off, semen messily splattering onto his abs. Chest heaving, he gulped audibly. “Can… Can someone untie me?”
“Nope.” Eoleo grinned at his dismayed expression. “Not yet. Lettuce head—” At that, they leveled their own nasty glares at him, to both of which he rolled his eyes. “—Karis here’s gonna be givin’ ya the stick up that tight lil’ ass o’ yers first. After some prep, ‘f course.”
A beat.
“Ain’t gonna be that long though.”
Within minutes, Tyrell’s hair was plastered onto the sheen of sweat on his neck, body writhing against the covers, spasming around Eoleo’s skilled fingers which prodded and twisted, exploring his ass as it searched for just that spot. He had his other hand around Tyrell’s cock, which had become hard again, and he bucked his hips against Karis’s torso, desperate for some friction. And then his entire body went rigid, back arching almost painfully, vision going white, once Eoleo found and viciously jabbed against his prostate.
Tyrell went limp with exhaustion, chest heaving, muscles shining under for the candlelight. Groaning weakly, his eyes slid shut, almost in joy, when Eoleo stopped moving. And he swore loudly once that short timeframe of peace was broken when Eoleo ramped up the pressure against both his prostate and cock. Pleasure seemed to go on and on until it was bordering on overload.
“D… Damn it… Stop… Stop!”
Salami Sandwich 14/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)Tyrell’s ears were deaf to the world he cried out profanities in a hoarse moan, digging his heels into the comforter, bruising his wrists as he tugged against the rope. Eoleo merely pressed his hips down harder, grinding her against both of their bodies. “Pull back when I say so.”
“F-Fucking… Shit… Stopstopstop… Please… P-Please…”
Tyrell’s mantra didn’t go unheard as Eoleo worked deliberately with his fingers, and his quivering thighs didn’t abate before a desperate whimper escaped from his wrecked throat. Tyrell arched beneath them, trying to push himself closer and pull away at the same time, his exhales a continuous stream of uncharacteristic pleas as he sobbed from the near-constant agony.
“S-Stop… Stop… St…” Tyrell choked, Eoleo still fondling his cock sending sharp jags of pleasure-pain up his spine. He twitched with every touch, aftershocks racing through his bidy. He whimpered and gasped and shuddered but Eoleo kept touching, kept probing—his nipples, his cock, his ass. His skin was overly sensitized so that every brush, no matter how light, felt like too much.
“C-Can’t… Not again… Please…” He didn’t care how pathetic he sounded, fresh tears streaming down his cheeks, and Karis rubbed his knees in an effort to at least alleviate some of the pain.
“Pull back.”
That was the only warning she got before being yanked backwards, leaving Tyrell alone for a moment, and then being guided hip-first towards him as Eoleo slicked up the wooden dildo with the oil lacing his fingers. Its head pressed between Tyrell’s asscheeks, sliding against his skin for a while, before Eoleo had enough of waiting. Angling it, he pushed her forward, burying at least half of it inside, and coaxing a broken wheeze interspersed from Tyrell’s pleas.
“Tyrell?” Karis raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his brow.
“Bi…Big… H-Hur…”
“Move.”
“G-Get it out… Get it out… G…”
She whirled around to glare at Eoleo, struggling to keep a straight face since he was absently grinding his erection against her back. “You were lying! He’s in pain—”
“Move.”
“S… Stop…”
“No! Don’t you see he’s—”
“Move,” he reiterated, grabbing her by the waist and none-too-gently forcing her to thrust the dildo deep inside Tyrell. That single action wound up hitting his prostate, and he made a weak gasping sound, sucking for air, eyes wide open as if he was dying. She retreated in alarm before Eoleo thrust against her ass hard, pushing the dildo in deeper, coaxing another strangled moan from Tyrell.
“Again,” Eoleo hissed.
It took a long time getting Tyrell hard again.
However, by the time that happened, he was a drooling mess, mindlessly bucking his hips back and forth in conjunction with Karis’s thrusts. He was too far gone to care about anything else anymore. The sheer amount of increasing pleasure-pain had practically shorted out his nerves with each successive thrust.
And then he weakly protested, whining almost pitifully, as Karis pulled out and crawled over him, the wooden dildo glistening lewdly under his gaze. When he saw scarred, tanned skin behind, he licked his lips in anticipation as a sweaty leg was hefted over a broad shoulder and just waited. Once Eoleo buried himself balls-deep, Tyrell’s toes curled at the feeling of the utter fullness and he giggled almost-drunkenly.
Eoleo’s pants were rough and ragged as the hand wrapped around Tyrell’s leg maneuvered itself between Karis’s thighs. She bit her lip, stifling her mewls when Eoleo’s fingers prodded her as his thumb deftly rubbed against her clit. Fisting against the slightly wet blankets right under Tyrell’s sweaty body, she slumped against his heaving chest. A series of loud creaks echoed throughout the cabin when Eoleo climbed back onto the bed, not halting his brutal thrusting as the new angle drove his thick cock directly onto Tyrell’s prostate each time.
Salami Sandwich 15/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)By that time, Karis clawed on Tyrell’s shoulders, having a difficult time breathing due to the sheer heat permeating from them and Eoleo’s skillful, large fingers before digging her nails into his biceps as she came. His fingers didn’t stop, coaxing more of her juices out, and she panted against Tyrell’s chest, body rubbing against his, Tyrell’s renewed erection hard and wanting and needy, burning hot on her sweaty skin as Eoleo continued to relentlessly pound into him.
After extracting his wet fingers from her, Eoleo grasped Tyrell’s other leg and snapped his hips vigorously. Over the noises of the bed creaking with each thrust, Eoleo heard Tyrell's breath hitch every time the entirety of his cock, hot and thick and blunt, speared him. Eoleo growled and fucked Tyrell harder, heedless of Karis’s whimpers, and leaned forward to sink his teeth over the juncture of her shoulder and neck, causing her to cry out, Tyrell unconsciously clenching and unclenching spasmodically.
Soon, Eoleo was bucking frantically, legs flexing as his fingers dug into Tyrell’s sides before he dragged his hand under Karis and fisted Tyrell’s cock. It didn’t take much, and Tyrell hummed deliriously as he came again, muscles relaxed with a dry shudder, and his mind drifted, sleepy and sated. He distantly felt Eoleo stiffen as hot liquid seared his insides, lazily glancing upward to see him retract his mouth from Karis’s wound and lean forward to give Tyrell a long overdue kiss.
His vision blurred when Eoleo licked at his lips before kissing him again. He was vaguely aware of the older man’s murmurs of “Good boy” and he smiled at the praise, his eyelids struggling to stay open, so bliss-heavy and utterly fucked out of his mind, both from the lack of oxygen and the mind-blowing sex, before completely passing out.
Karis, upon noting that Tyrell was asleep with Eoleo still idly thrusting his now sensitive cock regardless, gently kissed his chest and sighed shakily.
YOU GOT 133700 EXPERIENCE POINTS.
Wh—
Karis has reached level 42!
Maximum Hit Points rise by 7!
Maximum Psynergy Points rise by 3!
Attack rises by 4!
Defense rises by 2!
Agility rises by 4!
WHAT.
LOW BATTERY. LOW BATTERY. LOW BATTERY. LOW B—
Calmly exhaling, Himi lowered the small pile of papers and looked at her audience expectantly… and almost hopefully. Actually, it was hard to distinguish anything with her near-perpetually apathetic disposition. “The end. Did you enjoy it?”
Other than the shock of Himi, namely prepubescent Himi, of all people writing rather graphic gay smut, and about her teammates no less, everyone had varying opinions.
Matthew had already left the scene a while ago, not deigning to hear anymore in an effort to preserve his not-so-virgin ears.
Rief rapped his quill on the top sheet of his pile of papers. He had finished proofreading his notes, deftly critiquing his own particular writing, before crumpling up the sheets in irritation. Somehow, he didn’t think his observations would’ve done any good.
Amiti was rooted to his seat, nodding along in morbid fascination, somewhat disappointed that it had ended so abruptly when he wanted to learn more about the process of male-on-male procreation and how one of the those particular males would give birth.
Sveta was surprised but also intrigued as well, although it was more in part of her lack of general knowledge with the concept of sex between two 100% human beings. The fact that they were both male, and the sex mentioned wasn’t a means for reproduction, only fueled her curiosity.
Karis was flushed and shaking uncontrollably, desperately clinging to Sveta’s hand before sneaking a glance at Tyrell’s crotch, then at both him and Eoleo, and turning an even deeper shade of red.
Salami Sandwich 16/?
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)Eoleo felt as if Tyrell was eyeing him and raised an eyebrow before the latter went back to looking at Himi.
As if she hadn’t just traumatized the other members of their little group, Himi continued, “Unfortunately, titles are difficult for me to think of, but I believe that “Salami Sandwich,” named after the captain’s preferred snack, is well-fitting.”
There was a loud silence right before it was interrupted by the sound of Eoleo’s sandwich hitting the floor.
Okay, so he was actually paying attention to her.
The innuendo’s lost on her. It just has to be, Rief thought.
Kraden was the only one relatively unfazed throughout the whole ordeal. “It was… enlightening, Himi. Characterizations might have diverged from their original sources, the beginning of the sex scene seemed rather abrupt, and that bizarre and frankly unexpected ending… However, your broad vocabulary and pacing kept the action sequences quite riveting. …Moreover…” That particular excerpt made her seem far too knowledgeable regarding sex. Surely, she wasn’t given sex education that early in her life. “I know you said that it was Eoleo’s preferred snack…” Tyrell twitched. “…But why “Salami Sandwich” of all things?”
“It’s phallic,” she automatically replied.
…Well, there goes that theory.
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“…So it is.”
“What?!” Tyrell shouted, grabbing him by the lapels of his cloak and shaking him violently. Rief stood up indignantly. “Is that all you have to say about it?! Eyeball there just wrote about us having gay sex!! Sure, Pops and Matt’s dad have that thing going on, but me and the old man?! He’s probably twice as old as me!! That’s wrong on so many levels!!”
He cleverly left out the information about his secret trysts with Matthew before this whole adventure of theirs. Why Himi decided to add that into her story was hopefully a complete coincidence.
Matthew popped his head through the doorway. “I heard my name. Did anyone call for me?”
Nobody answered him.
Calmly pulling his hands from him, Kraden commented sagely, “These old eyes have seen many things. Things far beyond the reaches of your wildest imaginations. Demons, animated armor, a gigantic, three-headed dragon. The edge of the world. The Wise One, itself.” Irritated by Tyrell’s treatment of him just now, he also added, “Matthew’s parents tying down your father when they were about your age and having their way with him at the same time.”
Matthew turned an unhealthy shade of blue.
“WHA—”
“Tyrell,” Himi called out. “I don’t believe that it’s implausible. I’ve seen the captain gazing at you more often than not whenever you weren’t looking.”
Immediately, Tyrell whirled his whole body around to catch the pirate eyeing the spot where his ass was. His eyes were somewhat glazed over with an almost… considering… expression on his manly features as he stroked his chin. Once Eoleo opened his mouth to say something, Tyrell ran for his cabin, shrieking his lungs out.
Nonplussed, Eoleo strolled out and followed his trail, whistling nonchalantly.
Everyone stared.
Thirty minutes later, after most of the group had left Himi to her own devices, Kraden strolled back inside to find her reshuffling her papers regardless of the incessant banging that shook the walls of the ship. The issue had been bothering him, and he needed an answer.
“Himi.” She looked up. “From whom did you learn about those… Ahem… homosexual activities?”
“The Third Eye.”
He blinked and shook his head at his own absentmindedness.
Salami Sandwich 17/17
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)“Yes.”
“…Did you write that story to express your curiosity over the matter?”
“No.”
A beat.
“Then why?”
“It was more or less payback for him calling me Eyeball on a frequent basis,” she calmly replied.
“I’ll assume that Eoleo was collateral simply because he seemed to be the strongest.”
“…No.”
“…And interested.”
“Yes.”
As if on cue, the banging became even louder. Himi smiled.
“Just as planned.”