An Ancient Among Men

Creation Concept Number: P-3R53PH0N3

Creation Type: Familiar

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He could not believe that this had all worked in his favor, and judging by how much it was affecting her, he found himself smirking. The neediness, the clinging hands around his sash, tugging and pulling, it was quite a lot to take in. Yet. he pressed on, and helped her to remove the rest of it, before slothing off the loose pants, entirely. “As you wish…” His crimson eyes burned with lust, shining similar to her own, and almost as bright as the crystal that ebbed into his flesh. Without wasting anymore seconds, he whispered a small spell, bringing up his fingers to his mouth and they coated in something slick, before said digits went down lower.

 “But I would have you sufficiently prepared, first…” Exarch said it, lowly, almost a growl, and though she did seem to be well off enough, he wanted to make sure of it. One finger, first, then another, and he slowly took his time, wanting to hear every bit of her reaction. All the while, his hardness stood erect where sash and pants had once been, now both items discarded off the side of the bed, somewhere. “Tell me when you are ready, and I’ll go on…”

She wanted to protest, truly she’d beg if she’d had to if the flaming of desire had gotten any worse. Through her lustful haze she could barely register what he was saying, her impatience only starting to show itself as she saw that he hadn’t moved to insert himself. But before Kore could begin to protest she gasped and arched lightly feeling the digits enter her instead. It wasn’t what she wanted, but it did quell her slightly.

“G’raha--!” she gasped as he worked diligently inside her walls, her juices coating him eagerly as it prepared for the pulsing flesh just beyond her reach.

When she started to thrust against him, she knew she couldn’t wait any longer. “I’m ready--please I’m ready...” she heaved out in a pleading tone.

Emet-Selch watched as her face exploded with those pitiful tears, and he just could not understand the reasoning behind it. Who had he been to her, and why hadn’t he recalled any of it? A sigh left him, and he held firm on her chin again, forcing her to look up at him, even if those eyes did not care to wander his way.

  “Now, now… There is a reason, isn’t there? You’re going to tell me what this is all about. You knew me from before our world had been turned to a hellscape? From before these worthless shards, these mirrors of our world came to be?”

The part of him that had been Emperor, for however long his reign had last, shined through. The part of him that was Hades, still was, shone in the way that he was attempting to be gentle with such a spirit as broken as this he held in his hand. There had to be a finesse to everything, and even though he could easily crush such a soul, the intrigue in her plight is what kept him at bay.

| @prxsperpina· |

Kore had expected him to leave her, but he hadn’t, instead he seemed insistent on staying after pushing him away. The stubbornness to remain was something she hadn’t expected, she thought that his current self was less patient, less kind and unwilling to hear one such as her out. Yet he remained, almost demanding that she explain herself. For a brief moment she could see her Hades again, but she knew better than to think that it was much more than an ember.

Misty pink eyes looked up to him, a spark of defiance in them for a brief moment. “And why should I?” she asked, voice wavering slightly as she bit her lip to try and compose herself and failing miserably. “You’re not going to believe me if I tell you, you already basically said that I was lying about knowing who you are. What makes me explaining now different?”

  “… Hm…” Emet-Selch lessened his grip on her face, but it was still there enough to put pressure if he needed to. This was someone who, somehow, knew his true identity, and was something he could not let others know of, just yet. “Do not speak that name, Kore. Persephone. Whoever you may be… I am Emet-Selch, here and now, until further notice.”

His golden eyes were roving over her pleading form, trying to find anything of her that he recognized. There was nothing coming to him, as of yet, and that bothered him tremendously. It meant that whatever else he had forgotten of his past, what was more out there that he could not recall? After all, he thought he remembered everything of it. This being was some existence that he apparently should know, and was finding that he couldn’t.

  “Whatever it is you are going on about, it means nothing to me, now.”

| @prxsperpina· |

Kore felt the tears roll down her cheeks before she could stop them, the pit of her stomach falling into the deepest depths of despair at his words. She couldn’t look into his eyes anymore, prompting to let her head just tilt down so she was staring at the floor instead. There was nothing left in her, save for her sadness and just a tinge of anger that felt like it wanted to lash out. 

“Then leave, obviously there’s no reason for you to be here anymore,” she told him with a biting tongue despite how hurt and defeated she felt.

OPEN RP | muse: Fandaniel

  “SURPRISE!!!! I BET YOU DIDN’T EXPECT TO SEE ME!!!”

Her face scrunched with annoyance at a certain clown who decided to show up. “What in the stars do you want? Want me to kick your ass again?”

OPEN RP | Muse: Zenos

  “… How much longer…?”

His patience was growing thin, and he wondered if this was worth the wait. There were too many hours in the day, and too many for night. None of the minutes that passed brought him any shred of intrigue. Just the stark boredom. On and on it went, and the more he thought about what he could be doing, which a blank was being drawn on that…

Apparently not much longer as Kore felt herself get flung through the portal, the high pitched laughter of an annoying jester in a clown robe echoed through it before it closed. Barely did the young Ancient have enough time to swipe her weapon, making contact with air and leaving her somewhat disheveled alone in--- wait. 

Kore frozen as she gazed upon the architecture, noting the familiar symbols often associated with Garlemald, most notably the Galvus family.

Oh that son of a BITCH! She thought to herself as she barely deigned to turn around, knowing now where she was and who exactly was behind her. Her entire body felt like lead and she realized that bastard either drugged her or put a spell to which she couldn’t use her normal teleportation magics to get the hell out of there. Fuck.

Still, one slight glance behind her to that bastard of a man before she... well, she tried to book it for the door.

The Exarch was slowly removing his own clothes, robes hanging loose around his upper arms, and his mouth pulled off of her so that he could glance down to undo the sash at his waist. “I want you…” He growled, loving the way she said his nickname, and he was glad the discovery of his identity was revealed so unexpectedly. It proved to be for his advantage, and for her pleasure.

Her hand in his hair, the way those nails scratched lightly, he was so close to losing all of his composure. There was just a shred of it remaining, now, and he stared down at her as the top of his robes were pooling at his waist, exposing what crystalized parts of himself were there to the open air. Shining, lust-filled eyes were staring down at her, and he looked quite disheveled, almost feral, as he gazed her way.

Kore wasn’t sure what possessed G’raha to go so slow when removing his own garments, but watching it was like torture. The way it hung was like it was a taunting curtain, scantily veiling what lay behind the folds of cloth. The prize that filled her body with unquenchable desire. It was almost too aching to bear seeing him like that, even more so as the robes pooled over, overlapping the sash as if trying to bury her desire more, to keep it from her.

She did not get up from her position on the bed, her breath slow and hazy, cause her red, voluptuous chest moving with the rhythm. Slowly her hand reached towards his sash, tugging it only lightly in response to his three word confession.

“Then take me.”

Eri lowered his gaze. “I doubt he’d like that. He’s too busy to be concerned with gifts and the kind.”

“Bullshit,” she stated bluntly, her cheeks puffing up. “I don’t care if dad is in a meeting with the entire Convocation for the rest of his life, he will get a gift whether he likes it or not. If that means I have to storm into the Capitol myself to give him it then I will!” Was that incredibly stupid? Yes, but nothing was going to stop her from showing her affection and desperate desire to be loved by her new dad.

@prxsperpina || eat this bug

“Kore!” Meteion bounced over, holding a handful of worms. “Kore, I heard from a kobold that you can eat these!” She thrust the handful of wriggling worms at Kore, eyes wide. “Do you want some?”