DnD session so good I wrote smut about it
(is it fine to post smut on Tumblr ????)
Cyane (my character) is a very chaotic, cruel and sleeper agent Rogue , he met the blunt , strong and beautiful Philomene ( fae's character) out of pure hazard while being set on his next mission by an underground guild of criminals
The characters have known each other for a moment now and went on lots of adventures together, their latest was about saving à Fishers Village from an hideous Hag, tormenting their souls for about 15 years.
Philomene started getting oddly close to Cyane , but she seems so pure to him that he never felt any ill intent
After the events and upon getting back home with the others , some springs started to move inside the lock
Clothes stays on, dry h*mping, body worship, no beta we die like Martel ( a NPC from the campaign), oc x oc , mutual consent, discovering, baby steps , overstimulation, tailplay, teasing pain, my brain is fried
This was not the first time Cyane and Philomene shared a room, or even a single bed together. However, it was the first time SHE asked for it, and for them to be alone. How could he say no ?
It has been a bit less than a week since they went to Shadehaven to lift a terrible curse. Philomene got really drawn to Cyane all of a sudden, even though they shared a very chaste peck some days before that, she never were THAT close to him. This time , the feeling felt more.... intimate.
For Philomene, it never was an issue to sleep next to someone, for she never felt any kind of attraction towards any being before. Cyane on the other hand, made himself at ease, like every night but this time, he couldn't help but feel , like a scorching flame, two lights in the deam light, scanning him from horns to hooves, like she was starring at some sort of weird creature.
"You should get dressed too, I'll go get some snacks and water for you tonight. If you stare at me any more than than I might start feeling like peeling my skin off too" She got back to her senses for a second, when he closed the door and heard the tiptap going away, Philomene got her nightgown, one matches with her sister's, the softest fabric she ever felt on her toned body, usually she would sleep in a very simple, almost casual attire but tonight... she had to get some extra courage. For something that's been eating her from the inside, a sheer thought crawling under her skin since she saw him coldly stab what she thought was her sister but an illusion right before her eyes.
When Cyane got back, Philomene was already laying down, face towards the wall, asleep. He sighted at the view of something, so familiar, yet so special to him who never felt warmth before.
Tired and not wanting to wake her up, he laid, facing the other way and puts the lights off.
in the darkest hour of the night, hard breathing, shaking and heavy weight right above him. When he opened his eyes, it wasn't the knife against his throath that Caught him off guard;
Here, atop of him, a vision.
Philomene, basking in a Moonlight piercing through the fabric, her voluptuous yet muscular body was like a story played by those shadow theaters and he was not missing a single inch of movement.
Whatever this goddess’ wrath may lay upon him, it probably was deserved, then he met her gaze. Sad , angry, lost...
"Tell me that you won't do it ! Tell me it's not true !" Her hands, shaking while holding the knife she gifted him the day they shared their first kiss right over his throath...
"Philomene, calm down, what are you talking abou-
-Deia ! My sister ! I know you got sent here to kill her, I know what you are and what you're here for ! Now my question is simple, answer me ! Will you fulfill your mission and plan to kill my only family ??" Cyane is stunned in awe, her voice cracking, making his heart skip a beat.
He was well aware he had to kill someone upon coming here, but never knew "who". For some reasons, the Guild never once told him names of special guests beforehand and he somehow always managed to finish the jobs without remembering how. It was the very first time he HEARD the name of his target and it was ringing like the biggest bell you could think of.
He frowned, in pain at this sudden headache.
and now,silence. His breath went calm, eyes looking straight into Philomene's, firmly gripping at her hands with his and slowly approached the knife right against under his jaw, drawing a little bit of blood. " Kill me , if you must. I would rather die by your hands than live in shame of having ever betrayed you , Philomene."
She got startled , Scanning every frown, wrinkle , any muscles of his usual liar's face... he looked, peaceful, sincere, totally unaware of whathever schemes where playing under his feet
He closed his eyes, slowly getting the knife piercing his blue skin, when he heard a sob and felt the tension releasing under his hands. The Knife dropped on his chest, tears started showering his face like a warm summer rain right before the storm.
Philomene's hands still shaking under his grasp, her whole weight dropped onto his body, feeling the warmth of her skin across the thin piece of clothing
she then forced her head onto his, dropping a clumsy yet honest kiss. Their teeth clenched and Cyane opened his eyes.
-I will protect you, I will use all I have to protect you from this fate. I will use my body if it means being your shield"
Cyane, shifting is own body up against the wall, tracing a way from her wrists to her swollen crying face, carefully, slowly before cupping her chin ,forcing her to face him:" Then I shall make sure we will never resort to that, hmm? "
He kisses her, it's so different from what she already done before, from the first one they shared was but a peck.
It's like he's eating her lips ? Hers caught between his, feeling his teeth closing onto the flesh. His splitted tongue, tracing every corner like a snake monitoring for any signs of heat, teasing and looking for a way past these plushy walls.
Eyes wide open, not understanding what's happening, she tried to stick her tongue out too. Cyane chuckled at the sight. " Adorable, want me to show you ?" Not a sound from her, her blushing face nods while he shifts her body onto his lap, takes her scarred hand and starts licking her index, in a slow, wet and mesmerizing way, while looking into her now awakened gaze: Your finger, is my tongue, that's how it's done, wanna try ?"
She shyly puts her hands on his freshly bandaged chest , little reward from their latest battle against a petty Hag, he groans but before he says anything, she's kissing him again. Cat licking his lips, their tongues intertwine, she feels every cranny, every taste buds of her wet muscle being hugged and caressed in a drooly, messy way.
It's like her usual strength drops by every second she melts into that kiss.
Philomene’s was no virgin, but she never indulged in that way
She can feel the heat, growing, from her face , to her chest to her... what ? Why is "that" part feeling hot ? and it looks like something is dripping... well of course the drool is messing their faces but it can't be drool, slowly dampening Cyane's shirt, right atop his belly... She never felt that kind of pleasure,
Cyane's palms, carefully, gently making their way from her nape to her ribs, to her hips... She feels, something growing against her wet core. She's not stupid, she totally knows what it means but science is not of any help right now and she's starting to loose it.
Her helpless look and shaking body arouses him even more, the mighty, the strong, the oh so bold and shameless Philomene, trembling like a leaf at the feeling of his pressure against her.
Cyane stops his hands on her tummefied knees, and presses his forehead on her, panting like he just ran for his life :" Philomene, are you ok ?
-Do you want me to stop touching you ?
- she stutter, can't find the words, and starts to freak out -
-It's ok , don't talk, show me. Take my hand, make it yours. I'll follow your very move like your own.
I will take your other hand, and you can do the same on myself.
So you can stop anytime, and anywhere you wish to.
Today, I'm your canvas, I want you to paint our bodies like you’d wish, getting it framed in your very mind.”
Hesitantly, Philomene executes herself, she starts with touching their hair, their broken horns, face, tracing both their scars, shoulder, she stops right before her chest, feeling like she's doing something utterly shameful, but Cyane, panting, growing hard every single inch she allows him to feel under her trembling hands, looks at her and nods.
“Go on, Have it your way, I’m nothing but a puppet, tug on my strings Beautiful “
He doesn't know how much these words turns her on, she normaly has difficulties with dealing with her emotions and sensitivity but tonight, it's like she's been stripped of anything that's been keeping her on guard. His Eyes on her, His burning skin , the smell alone was already so deep in her lungs, she inhales on this intoxicating incense of Musk, Sulfur, Rosemary and White flowers, until the fog made her brain chokes , finally, silence.
Her fingers, hooked with his open palm, draws like a waterfall towards her breast. She moans at the feel of him suddenly cupping the weight, carressing her nipple with his thumb through the white tissue. She frowns at him for giggling at her reaction and do the same to him, even thought the pain from the wounds is sharp, the teasing makes him breath out and chuckle like some maniac.
While she continues her tactile exploration of both their bodies, she feels an unsufferable knot, growing inside her stomach. Her hands and Cyane's are on the very birth of her cheeks and right before his dampened pants from her own arousal and his deliciously painful bulge.
He looks at her, puzzled by her pause, it's like she's thinking hard about what she will do next
but before he mutters a single word, a deep groan feels the room. She moved.
Philomene, left up her sullied precious gown to her tights,It’s about HER now… the very feeble anxious thought about her sister just melted away, still groping onto the blue hands that were setting her body ablaze, and started to move her hips,
Up, down, Up and down, pressing her moisture against his hardness in desperate search of friction.
Her whole body weight, sweating , panting like she's some artificer bomb, ticking like a metronome alongside his shaft, ready to burst. "Holy sh... Philomene, is it ok if I name your dear god ? Because I feel VERY BLESSED right now"
Between a cry and a moan, she reaches for his troath, forcing his head up, "Can't you just just the fuck up ?" Before bitting his lips like's she gonna devour him, keeping his already out of breath mouth shut, her other hand leading him to grab her hips to keep her steady.
Now fully anchored against his emprisoned throbbing organ, Philomene chases after this wonderful pressure, unable to fully loosen up the knot.
It's when she feels something slowly slidding between her tights that she jolts, the sudden twitch and yelp made her squeezes Cyane's head in her sweaty chest.
Cyane's slim and precise tail made it's way all the way inside her already drenched folds, the tip doesn't even have to move an inch, the tip of his member is strocking right against her bud.
In between her melting breasts, She saw him, wicked smile, panting like a dog, looking at her from behind before he mutters " Come on Rider, keep going or you'll loose the race" She had no time to respond that he already was eating her. Doing the tongue thing he taught her earlier around her now bare and very sensitive pieces of flesh.
One hand fully gripping, sealing her hips in place
The other massaging her boob, Cyane's starts slowly moving his own hips, making use of his sheer strenght to mercilessly rock against every already overly sensitive parts
it's between crys, moans and groans of pleasures that they both reached a close to heavenly climax, before facing each other again , now fully naked on the bed.
-I'm, I'm not sure I did this right, Maybe I should've putted it in ? It seems like you really wanted it...
- Have you wished for it to go further than the sketches ?
- Then I'll wait, I'm not going anywhere
- Philomene, the mere idea of not being by your side would kill me , and I would rather empale myself on your very blade than being apart from you before closing my eyes shut.
-You're fucking creepy you know that ?
-isn't it the other way 'round lady ?
*she punches him off the bed*
It's morning, Deia is knocking at the door.
( It took me 3 full hours to write this as my brain was going so I hope it's not too weird ?? but i wanted to share it and bro told me I could)
The full drawing will be available on bsky and twitter if you're curious
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