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He added a light, careful nip after his next kiss to Karlach's neck, while letting the blunted tapers of his nails skate over sensitive skin. A part of Dammon wanted to tease for longer, just to find out what kinds of noises Karlach might make and what she might do. More of him wanted to give her everything and anything she asked for.

"I will," Dammon soothed, with another kiss below her ear. "Whatever you want, just tell me. You deserve the best." To punctuate, his fingers traveled that scant distance down; Dammon couldn't help a quiet vocal sigh at how much slick coated them, awe and arousal mingled in the sound. His fingertips pressed just slightly at her entrance, not enough to push in, before instead gliding back up to rub slow circles over her clit.

Every touch and kiss is like the sweetest torture she’s ever experiences. She feels like she’s already gushing from how turned on she and his fingers just touching her is driving her even more insane, hips jerking in response to Dammon rubbing slow circles over her clit. 

She’s touched herself plenty of times but it feels so different when it’s someone else doing it. Lips fall open in gasps and moans, a whimper here and there from the pure need that makes her want so much more than the slow teasing to her clit. 

So when he heard a beg in just her call of his name, Dammon answered with a wordless, attentive hum amid another kiss to her cheek. His nose still brushed Karlach's cheekbone as he smiled at her needy demand. "I'd love to."

Dammon slid his teasing touch down once more. Though he'd gotten back into the habit of blunting the tapered tips of his nails, he was careful nonetheless in pushing his middle and ring fingers inside Karlach. A fresh ripple of arousal flooded his veins at the hot, slick softness, intense enough for a twitch of his cock while he swore under his breath.

Dammon kept lavishing adorations along her neck and collarbone, until Karlach took hold of his chin. He followed readily, lips already parted before they met hers, his free hand trailing up into her hair. Answering her with sighs and moans, Dammon gave chase after their kiss broke, just enough to brush against that enticing mouth a few moments longer. He pulled away to watch her expression, his hips pausing at last.

"You never have to beg me, Karlach," he assured, barely above a whisper, while he guided her back toward the bed. "But if you choose to, I won't stop you." Dammon knelt between her thighs on the mattress, hand now splayed on her hip instead while his other slid down from her hair to cradle one breast, for a massaging sort of squeeze before his fingers found her nipple to tease. He gently peppered more kisses over Karlach's lips and cheek, then down to the other side of her neck.

Karlach laughs, head tipped back with the pure gleeful sound that falls from her lips. “Good to know.” She’ll keep that in mind for later. Maybe she’ll beg for him, let him hear what it’s like to hear her beg. She files it alway for later, because if she has it her way? They won’t be done until they’re both too tired to do anything else. 

Karlach follows his guidance, slowly taking steps backward until she ends up seated on the bed, legs spreading for him to get easily in between her thighs. She can feels his warmth, wants to pull him even closer to her, but his touch is distracting. 

Every touch is electrifying, like his touch is the source of heat instead of her own engine.  His touch only adds to her pleasure and she feels like she’s soaked between her legs, thighs slick with her arousal.  

Her back arches slightly as he teases her nipple, whimpering as he rolls her nipple between his fingers. Her head lolls to the side to allow him more access of her neck, lips parting in sharp gasps. She can’t help it, after not being touched for ten years, it all feels so sensitive. 

Her hips jerk as he teases her, body reacting without her permission, desperate for more of that touch. She wants his finger teasing her clit and it’s maddening the way he’s teasing her. She might end up begging after all. 

He added a light, careful nip after his next kiss to Karlach's neck, while letting the blunted tapers of his nails skate over sensitive skin. A part of Dammon wanted to tease for longer, just to find out what kinds of noises Karlach might make and what she might do. More of him wanted to give her everything and anything she asked for.

"I will," Dammon soothed, with another kiss below her ear. "Whatever you want, just tell me. You deserve the best." To punctuate, his fingers traveled that scant distance down; Dammon couldn't help a quiet vocal sigh at how much slick coated them, awe and arousal mingled in the sound. His fingertips pressed just slightly at her entrance, not enough to push in, before instead gliding back up to rub slow circles over her clit.

Especially after Karlach then agreed with his suggestion, broadening Dammon's smile in turn. "Oh, of course."

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They'd opted to settle in among the trees, near the fishing spot. By the time they were done, one tree in particular bore several new sets of shallow scratches. No one came to disturb them, possibly because of the occasional louder noises they weren't able to stifle in time.

Dammon sat slumped in utter relaxation at the base of the scratched tree, after pulling his smallclothes back on. Better not to entirely scandalize someone he'd still be traveling with, or someone set to guard his people. While picking some tiny shreds of wood out from under his nails, he leaned his temple against the round of Karlach's shoulder. And with every minute that passed, he wondered more and more about whether it was too far, whether it signaled the feelings he knew could tangle them together more than she seemed to want. He wanted to be good for her this way, too.

A light chuckle in her throat at his joke. "If you did, I'd agree, and say we had a damn feast." She grinned, eyes still shut for now to enjoy this lull for as long as possible. She may not have lasted long, since she was still incredibly sensitive to these moments, but he didn't seem to react negatively to it.

Tried, and struggled, when she asked such a sweet considerate question. Struggled so much, in fact, that he couldn't contain a welcoming turn of his head nor another softening of his smile as she tucked a lock of his hair back. Nonetheless, Dammon also wondered where the line was, or should be. Karlach was pretty outspoken, so if something was too far, she'd say so, right? And they hadn't done anything he didn't enjoy either. Maybe... so long as they both wanted it, and understood this wouldn't last, it was fine? He hoped so.

"I don't need to." While the itch to work only truly left him in moments of pure overwhelm, for now its buzz was easier to ignore. "And I'm not sure my legs would work right either," Dammon added, trying to buoy the mood further while gathering his nerve. Turning onto one side, he draped an arm over Karlach's midriff and rested his head closer to her chest, despite keeping his tail carefully to himself for now. "This way is a little warmer, but... is it alright?" Dammon glanced up again. "I wouldn't mind your arm around me either, if you want."

Blue eyes slivering open to watch Karlach's expression, he let one of his hands slide down to splay on one cheek of her rear for an indulgent squeeze. Dammon meanwhile trailed his kisses along her jaw and down her neck, where he slowed for a few testing nips of teeth. "Do you feel what you do to me?" he echoed in a sigh against her skin, before another kiss near her collarbone. A grind of his own to meet her movements illustrated his point. "I can't even count how often I dreamed of this... and none of them can compare."

Karlach’s lips part in soft gasps as he kisses along her jaw and neck. Every little kiss gets her more and more worked up. After being touch starved for so long, she cannot be bothered to be embarrassed about how needy she feels right now. 

“Gods, yes.” She loves it. She loves how hard he feels against her and there is nothing more than she wants than him inside of her. She is trying to be patient, but it’s difficult for her, when she aches so badly to have him. 

“Fuck. Dammon.” She whispers his name in a plead, rolling her hips once again. She lifts a hand to grab his chin, tilt his head a little, so that she can close the distance in a messy need-fueled kiss, tongue against tongue, gasps and whimpers escaping into his mouth. 

Dammon kept lavishing adorations along her neck and collarbone, until Karlach took hold of his chin. He followed readily, lips already parted before they met hers, his free hand trailing up into her hair. Answering her with sighs and moans, Dammon gave chase after their kiss broke, just enough to brush against that enticing mouth a few moments longer. He pulled away to watch her expression, his hips pausing at last.

"You never have to beg me, Karlach," he assured, barely above a whisper, while he guided her back toward the bed. "But if you choose to, I won't stop you." Dammon knelt between her thighs on the mattress, hand now splayed on her hip instead while his other slid down from her hair to cradle one breast, for a massaging sort of squeeze before his fingers found her nipple to tease. He gently peppered more kisses over Karlach's lips and cheek, then down to the other side of her neck.

First off, we need to look at the different kind of polyamory there is.

closed triads

I think the one the rp community talks about a lot is the closed triads. While some closed triads can be beautiful, and make sense in a rp sense, please know that irl it's not always like that.

Closed triads can be considered unethical, more often than not. This is not to say that there aren't people who enjoy them and have their closed triads happily but I genuinely need you all to know that this is rare.

Closed triads often start out in unequal ground. Typically, it is a couple who is unicorn hunting.

Unicorn hunting is HIGHLY unethical.

Unicorn hunting is when an already established couple seeks out a third. More often than not, the couple makes the rules, and the third is not allowed to see anyone else. It isolates the third and makes them incredibly lonely.

I know you guys have fun with your closed triads and as you should! but I also need you to be aware this is not the norm.

dating separately

This is one of the most common forms of polyamory. This is where people date seperately than their partners. Everyone is aware of each other and NO ONE is cheating, as long as communication is had.

There can absolutely be cheating. I was in a relationship once where a man cheated on his wife and me by not telling us about the person he slept with. Cheating is still possible but I need y'all to know that polyamory itself ISN'T cheating.

One of the key things that makes a polyamorous relationship healthy and work is communication. You need to be able to tell your partners when you want to see someone else and yes, even get their permission. Your partners deserve a say as much as you do.

Which brings me to kitchen table polyamory.

Kitchen table polyamory is my preferred way of doing polyamory. This is polyamory where everyone knows of and talks to each other, even if they aren't dating everyone in the relationship, even when dating separately from each other. This is one of the most healthiest ways to do it, as getting everyone together and getting along with all partners is incredibly healthy and you SHOULD be able to talk to your partners about your other partners and get to know each other. Not doing so just makes things messy, awkward, and complicated.

Which brings me to parallel polyamory

Perhaps this is something that is okay with other people, but I personally find it absolutely appalling. This is polyamory where someone prefers not to know or talk about their partners' partners. I think that is simply a disaster in the making. Why wouldn't you want to share the joy of polyamory with each other?

This is not something I would be comfortable writing at all.

Mono-Poly

This is where one person is monogamous, and the other is polyamorous. There are ethical questions that arise about this one but more often than not, the monogamous partner is well aware their partner is polyamorous and agrees to their partner seeing other people.

In all of these, communication is most important.

Also do not write polyamory where it is two women and a guy and have the guy be jealous if the women want to see other men. Men often have a huge ego issue with this and this is not true polyamory; this is also fetishizing.

Jealousy in polyamory is completely normal but if you let it, it will break the whole dynamic. Please write this very carefully. If you write jealousy in your poly ships, please don't make it unhealthy unless that is the dynamic you are aiming for. If you are writing jealousy, have them talk about it, come up with some boundaries and rules, and resolve the issue.

Writing polyamory as simply sexual is, in my opinion, awful. We are not some kind of fetish. We are not just threesomes or group sex, we are people who love multiple people and sometimes, sex isn't even involved at all! i beg you all to stop fetishizing this way of loving.

And again, we are NOT cheating when we ask to see someone else, as long as there is communication and if you are told no for whatever reason, you respect it. Everyone deserves an equal say. Do not go behind your partner's back and see them anyway.

Polyamory can be beautiful loving relationships, often on equal ground without a power imbalance if you do it right, and I really need y'all to stop treating it like smut is the only way of writing it. Have your characters go on dates! with everyone and seperately! have them truly enjoy each other that isn't just sexual. when you make it strictly sexual, it is not polyamory, it is just threesomes or group sex.

sincerely, a polyamorous roleplayer that is tired of having his way of loving being portrayed incorrectly and fetishizing it.

He'd rather think about the teases they exchanged, the offers and suggestions.

"For the 'where', we could see if a room's available again. Or find somewhere secluded nearby, and try to keep quiet." A genuine challenge for Dammon, at least, when it came to Karlach. "And for the 'what'..." A slight pause, and a soft fond sigh through his nose. "Gods, I'm spoiled for choice."

As for trying to find somewhere quiet to go, Karlach tried to think of somewhere that was low patrolled. In her boredom and restless nights when her engine was particularly painful, she had wandered around in the safety of the moonlight protection.

"Well, there could be somewhere... Down the path just there," She gestured behind her where the dirt path went down out of sight. "-could be some quiet spots... Rarely see anyone go that way since it's close to the shield. Oooor, there's a what would have been a fishing spot once, I imagine. Tucked out of the way a bit...there's some trees we can hunker down in. Like you said...just have to try and be quiet. Though I can't guarantee anything, I'm afraid." She grinned, answering honestly at least.

Hearing him say he was spoiled for choice made her stomach knot once again. No doubt her heart would have hammered away if she had one. She was glad she had already swallowed the last mouthful of broth otherwise she may have choked on it. Gods, she felt like a school girl with her first crush.

Especially after Karlach then agreed with his suggestion, broadening Dammon's smile in turn. "Oh, of course."

----

They'd opted to settle in among the trees, near the fishing spot. By the time they were done, one tree in particular bore several new sets of shallow scratches. No one came to disturb them, possibly because of the occasional louder noises they weren't able to stifle in time.

Dammon sat slumped in utter relaxation at the base of the scratched tree, after pulling his smallclothes back on. Better not to entirely scandalize someone he'd still be traveling with, or someone set to guard his people. While picking some tiny shreds of wood out from under his nails, he leaned his temple against the round of Karlach's shoulder. And with every minute that passed, he wondered more and more about whether it was too far, whether it signaled the feelings he knew could tangle them together more than she seemed to want. He wanted to be good for her this way, too.

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His back arched just a little when Karlach's palms found his chest, lashes fluttering at the squeeze and drag. It reminded Dammon how clothed he still was; even the sparse layers of a shirt, trousers, and boots felt like too much. It seemed Karlach thought similar. Though he already missed her skin under his palms and her mouth on his, disappointment didn't even get a chance to form.

Oh, how he wanted to lavish every inch of her.

It was only when Karlach's smalls were dropped aside that Dammon realized he'd simply stood and stared. In his defense, she was a rather stunning distraction. He wasted no more time in following suit, shedding his clothes as quick as he could manage without tearing any seams. All the while, Dammon's eyes remained fixed on Karlach, roaming with raw want.

As his own smalls fell from his hand, he already stepped closer, smoothing his palms onto Karlach's shoulders. Dammon trailed them down her arms and back up, while his gaze still wandered over her front. He murmured as he met her eyes with a soft smile, "Gods, you're beautiful."

There is something in his gaze that gives her warm butterflies. If she had an actual heart instead of an engine, it would be fluttering right now. The way he looks at her is of such utter devotion and adoration.

Gods, when was the last time she had someone look at her like this? She can't even be bothered to feel embarrassed about how dripping wet she is. It's been a long time, she supposes it's to be expected, and Dammon sure doesn't seem to be complaining.

"Mm. You're not bad yourself, you know." As soon as Dammon's lips are on hers, she presses herself closer to him. She lets him feel just how dripping she is by pressing against his hardened arousal, letting herself grind just a little.

The perk of being taller than he is is that she is at the perfect height to rub herself against his cock. "Gods. Do you feel what you do to me?" It's a rhetorical question, accompanied by a needy whimper into his mouth.

Blue eyes slivering open to watch Karlach's expression, he let one of his hands slide down to splay on one cheek of her rear for an indulgent squeeze. Dammon meanwhile trailed his kisses along her jaw and down her neck, where he slowed for a few testing nips of teeth. "Do you feel what you do to me?" he echoed in a sigh against her skin, before another kiss near her collarbone. A grind of his own to meet her movements illustrated his point. "I can't even count how often I dreamed of this... and none of them can compare."

And it only bolstered his certainty further, that any of Karlach's past partners getting embarrassed over a night with her needed to work on themselves a bit more. Dammon wouldn't call himself all that put together, really, but he could easily manage to see the truth of his enjoyment and accept it. Even with his unexpected discovery about himself in the midst of things.

When she swore on a sigh, Dammon did worry for half a breath whether he'd gone too far. Had he come off as clingy or dishonest? No, it seemed. His worry collapsed so quickly into flattered relief that his heart stumbled, and he managed a soft warm laugh.

But Dammon's hunger was something completely different. It made her stomach twist in anticipation rather than in disgust. Despite it being a fleeting thing between them, being able to feel such things again meant the world.

"Course," Karlach agreed, taking down another mouthful of the rather bland meal. Perhaps it was even blander on her tongue when there was a quiet promise of something tastier on the horizon. "Though the question remains. What would you like for dessert...and where shall we go to enjoy it?" She raised a brow with an impish glint to her eyes and teeth as she grinned.

He'd rather think about the teases they exchanged, the offers and suggestions.

"For the 'where', we could see if a room's available again. Or find somewhere secluded nearby, and try to keep quiet." A genuine challenge for Dammon, at least, when it came to Karlach. "And for the 'what'..." A slight pause, and a soft fond sigh through his nose. "Gods, I'm spoiled for choice."