What Does Your OC's Dream Visitor Look Like & Why?
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The Emperor came to Ellandra in his original body as...Balduran. They have a long, but fleeting history. I actually wrote an entire story about their meet cute in 1064 DR, when Ellandra was only twenty years old. This story starts my Balduran/Ansur series which leads to the Dekarios Family series, because I can't tell just ONE story, I have to make it a saga! 🤣🤣🤣
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Preview of the story below ⬇️
A Night Ashore
“You look delicious this evening,” he purred in her ear, then kissed her neck.
“You said that earlier,” she whispered back. Her sun tanned skin flushed at his compliment.
He twirled her around. Her amethyst-colored sheer silk gown ethereally fluttered, as though she was floating right in front of him. Her laugh sang like a full octave, warming him as he brought her back into his arms and they continued to dance. Her bright silver elf eyes and softly-waved long white blonde hair matched her radiant smile. She was truly a beauty. He could hardly take his eyes off of her. She touched his face, a gesture she had done for years. He could feel her emotions as if they were his own. She loved him.
The gala was as boring as usual, thrown to honor some noble he could care less about, but he had to attend if he wanted to keep up appearances and keep his fingers on the pulse of the happenings in the city. He had taken care of some business and even tapped a few contacts that could be beneficial to his new ventures, so it was not a complete waste of time. They had only lingered because she wanted to have one dance with him before they left. He didn’t mind, they would be home soon enough, he would be out of his disguise and her dress would be on the floor. And he would be deep between her legs. He felt his trousers get a little tighter.
“I don’t think I can wait until we get home. Let’s go find a quiet place here,” he whispered, pressing himself closer to her, so there was misunderstanding his intent. “I want to hear you call out my name.”
“Dirty old man,” she laughed and moved her hips in a way that made him grumble with delight. He loved when she teased him, it only made him want her more.
He glanced around the dance floor, listening to the idle chatter. Most people were talking to their dates or wishing they were talking to someone else’s date. He didn’t. The only person he wanted was already in his arms. He felt the eyes of a Drow woman staring at them. He instinctively touched her thoughts, the Drow woman was fantasizing about his lover. You and everyone else here, but you can’t have her. She is mine, he thought. He looked directly at the Drow woman, caught her eye, then leaned down and kissed his lover, softly opening his mouth, gliding his tongue on hers. He could feel the Drow woman’s jealousy. It aroused him. The Drow woman turned away. He closed his eyes, deepening the kiss. She returned it with the same hunger and affection.
“Someone is feeling a little possessive this evening,” she said.
“I can’t help that,” he said, licking his lips. “You are glorious.”
“Okay, you win, let’s get out of here, babe.”
“Good, I thought you would never ask,” he purred, pulling her in for another kiss.
**** BANG **** BANG **** BANG****
“CAPTAIN!” A voice called out.
Balduran jolted awake, banging his head on the low bulkhead over his bed.
“Ouch!” He cried out. “WHAT?!”
“Captain, we are here,” one of his crew members said through his stateroom’s door.
“Right. Yeah, umm. Fuck. Just a minute,” he said.
Balduran fell back on his pillow, rubbing the top of his head. He closed his eyes, thinking about the beautiful elf in the ethereal gown. She felt so real. He touched his lips, remembering her kiss. The taste of her skin was still on his tongue. Her affection stirred him, even her fragrance. What was that? Black plum, velvety woods, with a hint of vanilla. He reached under his sheets, adjusting himself, shocked that a dream would have that much of an effect on him. He took a couple of breaths to calm himself down. What a dream, I wish I could’ve finished it, he thought with a smile. The sounds of his crew hustling around the deck brought him out of his reverie and he opened his eyes, sighing.
Balduran’s stateroom on his ship was small and even though it was the Captain’s quarters, he sometimes felt he barely had enough room to turn around. That was fine though, he never wanted his crew to think he was living better than them as they journeyed. Plus, the less room he had, the more room they had for the treasure hold.
After a quick sponge bath, privy break, and general hygiene, he dressed in his usual black trousers and loose tunic, then pulled his long white blonde hair into a topknot. He gave himself a wink in his small mirror, before putting on a knit stocking cap and his heavy wool coat and headed up to the deck.
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