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Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!
This community is open to all fans of Critical Role no matter what your preference for pairing may be. You do not have to join the community: you can either watch it or just track the post. Anon commenting will always be on, and IP tracking will be off. So feel free to stay anon if it makes you more comfortable.
What is a Kink Meme?
It's pretty simple. You post a prompt and your fellow fans get inspired and write fic based on that prompt. As it is a "kink" meme, a great deal of fic will be of the smutty variety, so if you aren't into that or not of a porn-reading age, this place won't be for you. Not all fic has to be smutty, but it does have to be kinky.
Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.
Please only post one prompt per comment so to avoid any confusion.
How do I prompt?
Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:
Subject line: Beauregard/Jester, friends to lovers
Body of comment: Jester's been letting Beau use her for sparring practice. That kind of proximity does things to a tiefling.
I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as LJ limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:
"Punches and Pastries, Jester/Beauregard, M, 1/3"
And now some rules...
While we want this to be a relaxed and cool place, we also don't want people to feel uncomfortable being here. If you have suggestions or comments on how this community can improve please address to them tocriticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.
The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.
Now go forth and prompt!
Welcome to the kink meme for Critical Role!
This community is open to all fans of Critical Role no matter what your preference for pairing may be. You do not have to join the community: you can either watch it or just track the post. Anon commenting will always be on, and IP tracking will be off. So feel free to stay anon if it makes you more comfortable.
What is a Kink Meme?
It's pretty simple. You post a prompt and your fellow fans get inspired and write fic based on that prompt. As it is a "kink" meme, a great deal of fic will be of the smutty variety, so if you aren't into that or not of a porn-reading age, this place won't be for you. Not all fic has to be smutty, but it does have to be kinky.
Clarification: This is a kink meme, therefore prompts must be kink-based. It is not a general prompting/headcanons meme. There have been a couple of people confused by that, so we're just making it extra clear.
Please only post one prompt per comment so to avoid any confusion.
How do I prompt?
Post each prompt as a new comment to the main post. Include pairing (or threesome or more if that's your thing) and anything else you want to add. You should put, at the very least, the pairing in the subject line along with a specific kink if it applies. You can put the whole prompt in the subject if it will fit, but if it doesn't, use the comments. For example:
Subject line: Beauregard/Jester, friends to lovers
Body of comment: Jester's been letting Beau use her for sparring practice. That kind of proximity does things to a tiefling.
I see a prompt I want to write! What now?
Go for it! You don't have to claim it, and fills can be written by more than one person. Once you've finished you must post it as a response to the original comment. Responses should use a subject line that includes the pairing, rating & any necessary warnings (i.e. incest, non-con, etc.). If you have titled your fic you can also include that. Also, as LJ limits the size of comments, if your fic goes into multiple comments, please note that your comment is part 1/5, part 2/5 and so on. Using the prompt above, the subject line could read:
"Punches and Pastries, Jester/Beauregard, M, 1/3"
And now some rules...
- Since we're all supposed to be adults here, let's act like it. Be respectful to your fellow posters.
- Your kink is not someone else's and their kink may not be yours. If you don't like it, don't read it. It's really that simple.
- Please no bashing of other pairings. Just like with kinks, everyone has their own flavors, and this is neither the time nor place for ship wars. This meme is meant to include the entire fandom.
- Crossover prompts are allowed, but they must include a Critical Role character as a main part of the prompt.
- RPF is also allowed, but please prompt it over here!
- Het, slash, femmeslash? You're all welcome here. The more the merrier!
- It's not a requirement by any means, but writers love feedback, so if you read something you enjoy, take a second to tell the writer. Whether it's a one word response or something longer, it's always appreciated.
- Please follow basic kink meme etiquette by not linking the cast or crew to this meme.
While we want this to be a relaxed and cool place, we also don't want people to feel uncomfortable being here. If you have suggestions or comments on how this community can improve please address to them to
criticalkink in a PM or drop a comment on this post.The most important rule of all? HAVE FUN.
Now go forth and prompt!
FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 4/?
Date: 2021-06-30 05:23 am (UTC)“Are these those same fingers you dreamed of, ussta’chev? The ones you want inside you? I can just keep them stuffed in your mouth while you ride my boot, yes? Perhaps that would satisfy your need,” Essek mutters, something dark and cruel roiling inside him.
Caleb is nearly weeping, his hips hitching faster against nothing.
“I begin to wonder, boy, if this is that infernal residue’s doing at all, or if you have always been so needy a slut.”
Caleb nearly chokes himself sucking Essek’s fingers down, his tongue no longer doing anything but pulling him in deeper. The three digits hit soft flesh in the back but Caleb just keeps sucking as though he means to swallow the drow’s entire hand this way. Essek can’t help but to let out a deep groan, imagining this beautiful man swallowing his cock whole and wondering what is getting the human off more: the idea of sucking Essek’s cock, being degraded and called a slut, or handing such complete control to Essek while being given nothing but his fingers. Caleb gags but keeps pushing forward, and Essek feels the muscles of his throat clench and release around his fingertips before feeling the heady vibration that comes along with Caleb moaning.
Fuck. Fuck.
The sensation makes his own cock jump within the confines of his pants. Gods, what this boy is doing to him! What this fucking wizard has already done to him, twisting him into someone unrecognizable to the Essek from only a year ago; the human was just so willing, he gave of himself so freely, so eager to learn, so desperate for knowledge, so longing for affection it practically radiated from him, and Essek could not stand it. He still can’t. It sparks an anger in him, a viciousness he never knew he possessed. He wants to punish this man who had bewitched him so. He wants to make Caleb suffer, but to make him love the suffering. To make him enjoy every second of it.
“Ssinjin xi’hum,” he murmurs, his thumb rubbing softly against Caleb’s lower lip while three fingers are still in the boy’s mouth. “My sweet pet. Is this what you want? Do you wish to be my plaything? I will make you dance for me, love.”
Essek does not mercifully allow Caleb to grind against his leg, but rather lifts his foot and gently, firmly presses his heel down onto the redhead’s still clothed cock.
“I will make you come for me,” he growls.
Caleb nearly screams his pleasure, and he complies.
The sound is only halted by Essek practically fucking the other man’s mouth with his fingers, faster and faster, hearing gagging and whimpering and wet, choked off moans. A large dark spot is visible against the brown of Caleb’s trousers.
Caleb’s pale blue eyes are heavy lidded and hazy, drunk on the chemical rush of his orgasm. Essek gently removes his fingers and drags them along the kneeling man’s soft lips, painting them with shining spit.
Light, Caleb is so beautiful. By the Gods, he cannot stand it.
Driven by impulse and possessiveness and the building fire that has been lurking inside him for months, Essek pushes the hard line of his cock against Caleb’s pale cheek. His still-clothed hips push up and down against the kneeling man’s face, he feels the head of his dick catch on the fabric of his laces, he hears the needful whimper the human lets slip and suddenly finds that he is making similar sounds as well. His face is burning and breathy moans are escaping his lips; Essek finds he feels just as vulnerable as he feels powerful with Caleb on his knees before him.
Suddenly Caleb’s hands are on his hips and his laces are being undone.
“Get—” Caleb starts, but his voice is rough and wet and he has to clear his throat and Essek must be thrice-damned, because why is that so beautiful to hear? “Get your fucking hands back on me, Essek. Now.”
______________
ussta’chev … my beloved
Ssinjin xi’hum …. sweet pet/plaything
Re: FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 4/?
Date: 2021-07-03 03:49 am (UTC)*chef's kiss*
Caleb’s pale blue eyes are heavy lidded and hazy, drunk on the chemical rush of his orgasm. Essek gently removes his fingers and drags them along the kneeling man’s soft lips, painting them with shining spit.
Yessssssssssssssssssssssssss
all of this is so good. can't wait for more.
FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 5/?
Date: 2021-07-05 06:54 am (UTC)And now here they are, in the freezing cold depths of Aeor, that very man kneeling before him. Overcoats and cloaks and mantles and scarves all discarded, Caleb kneels in his linen shirt, wool pants, and still in that fucking leather book holster that will be the death of Essek, he is sure of it. Essek is still wearing his long tunic, half-loosened trousers, and skin-warmed leather gloves — and Gods what an oversight that was, to have such a barrier between his hands and Caleb! He rectifies this immediately, pulling the fingertips of his gloves and peeling them off with haste, the change in temperature a sudden shock. He can feel the biting cold against his nose, can feel frost gathering in his hair, but that is no reason to stop, not with the warmth of this fire seared in front of him. Luxon’s light, he could freeze to depths in this ancient and crumbling city and never notice it.
In the back of his mind, Essek cannot help but think that he must be going mad. That can be the only explanation for this behavior.
He’s had other lovers, of course — mostly fleeting affairs with like-minded young men, a few visits with some esteemed workers of the oldest trade, one or two flights of fancy that almost came close to being an actual relationship. But his sexual exploits had always been very straightforward, passion like a problem being solved, a somewhat more involved pleasantry that was beneficial to all. Never before has passion felt this… savage. Essek feels every inch the monstrous beast the Empire doubtless believes all drow to be. His desires in this moment are better suited for the dankest slums of Asarius rather than the courts of Rosohna; he should be rutting into Caleb against an alley wall somewhere, pushing him into the dirt in the street, fucking his face in the corner of a barroom, Gods, what has come over him?
“By the Light, what are you doing to me, my Caleb?” he questions between biting kisses.
One hand, blessedly bare now, returns to the younger man’s face, fingers dragging across lips and cheeks. The other combs through that soft red hair, and gods he can feel it now, every strand, and he is caught somewhere between possessiveness and awe.
Caleb’s own hands have tugged open the laces holding the front of Essek’s trousers together, frantic and needy for all that Essek is trying so desperately to stay calm and controlled. One of them needs to. One of them must maintain some semblance offffuuuuuuck Caleb’s mouth is open and licking over the cloth of Essek’s langot and he can feel it, he can feel that wet heat on his cock, he can see the human-pink-flesh of Caleb’s tongue, he can feel Caleb’s thumbs on his bare skin in the divot where his hip meets his groin, he can feel Caleb’s mouth through the texture of fine linen and he cannot—
Essek cries aloud and falls to his knees, pulling Caleb away by the hair, tearing that delicious heat away from him because he can’t, he will lose his mind, he will go mad if he feels that for a second more.
His hands are shaking now, but they are gentle as they come back cradle the Zemnian’s face even as Caleb whines like a wounded animal and murmurs something in his native tongue. Essek peppers Caleb’s pale face with kisses — his crooked nose, his cheeks, his chin, his beautiful eyelids — wishing to comfort as much as he wishes to devour, before stopping to catch his breath. He rests his forehead against Caleb’s, brushing their noses together, sharing oxygen, hearing each other shiver.
“This,” Essek hears his own voice come out breathier than expected and he swallows, trying to regain some of his long lost composure, “This is not how I wanted this to happen.”
“Aber du hast das wollte, nicht wahr?” comes the low, rumbling response.
“In Common, dear one,” Essek chides, and the absurdity of this moment makes him laugh, a smile breaking through on his face, wide and relieving.
Caleb shakes his head as though dizzy, but he smiles as well, something tired and restless and elated.
“Ich… I… But you did want this?”
His voice has an odd quality to it now. Still breathless, still pining and wishing and wanting, still hungry, but also… afraid. It almost makes Essek laugh anew, the idea that this man has anything to worry about. The idea that Essek could ever not want Caleb.
“Caleb Widogast, there are few things I have wanted more. I imagined this so many ways, but I… I never…”
Caleb curses, something in Zemnian, the rough syllables sending a shiver down Essek’s spine though he can’t even understand them. “You never, liebchen?”
Caleb’s voice is teasing and vicious, his smile is hungry and wicked, yet every twitch of his eyes and hands is still so clearly full of nerves and anticipation. Gods, every ounce of emotion in those pale human eyes, every desire, it is all delicious despite their obvious insecurities and fears. Essek begins to wonder if either of them will ever truly believe they could be so lucky as to be wanted by the other.
Re: FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 5/?
Date: 2021-07-10 06:12 pm (UTC)never enough fic where Caleb is a good slut for Essek
Re: FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 5/?
Date: 2021-07-15 10:13 am (UTC)FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 6/?
Date: 2021-07-15 10:11 am (UTC)Though perhaps that makes it even more frightening.
“I never thought… Luxon’s light, Caleb, I pictured this so many times,” Essek murmurs, hands trailing from red hair now thoroughly disheveled, down to his shoulders, down to the trousers still sticky and cooling against Caleb’s cock. Nine hells, he did that. He did that to Caleb, made him come with only the pressure of his fucking boot pressing down against his cock, and sweet divine light the delicious power he felt in that moment! He reduced this brilliant Hero of the Dynasty — this paragon of intellect and redemption — to an incoherent mess, and right now he thinks it might be the greatest accomplishment of his lifetime.
“I hah-“ Caleb stammers as Essek’s hand presses down. The human has just orgasmed, he must be so sensitive, he is still trapped in two layers of linen and wool, but somehow the man’s cock is already twitching again as he grins, both wicked and desperate. “H-how did you picture it, Essek?”
“Cursed Gods, I imagined it in every way,” Essek nearly growls, wishing he could taste every breath, eat every word that leaves Caleb’s lips.
“Me leaning over to kiss you in your study in Rosohna, perhaps,” proffers Caleb, his smile somehow hanging by a thread between cocky and longing, his hand slipping under the linen to undo the ties of Essek’s langot, gods those hands…
“I wanted to pull you to me the first time I taught you dunamancy,” confesses Essek with a self-effacing laugh, as though still horrified at his lack of professionalism. The laugh quickly becomes a gasp as the cloth ties come undone and he feels the rough skin of Caleb’s hands right against his cock. No time wasted, he pushes down Caleb’s own trousers and small clothes as well, not heedless of but relishing in the sticky mess he’d already left behind.
Essek grasps the back of Caleb’s head and presses their foreheads together, his right hand palming Caleb’s cock. Caleb’s whimper sounds almost pained, but when Essek goes to pull back Caleb grabs his wrist and keeps it there, pushing his hips forward and rutting up into Essek’s hand.
“W-when you came for dinner and I saw you without your cloak for the first time, meine Gotter, wanted to drag you to my room and have you then.” The Zemnian grasps Essek’s cock roughly and the both of them moan. The drow’s mind is filled with images of their times together, innocent moments tinged with tension, now repainted with a brush of passionate ferocity and sex.
“Much as I wanted you that night while you were trying to talk me into the damned hot tub,” groans Essek. “You walked me home and I touched myself the moment the door was closed, imagining what might have happened had we been alone.”
“I imagined us against a wall in the Xhorhaus with your hand over my mouth so the others couldn’t hear,” gasps Caleb, pumping his fist around Essek, feeling wetness gathering at the head of his prick.
“In your magic tower,” grins Essek, “On the highest floor, among the stars and infinite versions of you, making you come, watching all of you come.”
“When you were leaving the Blooming Grove, and I wanted nothing more than for you to stay. I should have kissed you, I should have, but gottverdammt I was still so scared, Essek,” Caleb breathes like an apology.
“On the ship where you made me confess everything and I thought I’d lost you forever,” Essek murmurs back, tears slipping into his voice. “I wanted to imagine it had all been different but—“
“I did,” Caleb confesses. “I imagined being back at Soltryce Academy, meeting you years ago and taking you to my bed.”
His grin seems to erase the very notion of tears, and Essek lets out a watery laugh instead.
“Fuck, Caleb, I imagined finding you wherever in Asarius you got that ridiculous fucking harness I first saw you in, grabbing you by it and pulling you back onto my cock…”
“On the side of the road while we travel, against a tree or pressing me into the dirt on my knees,” the human groans and grins, and they both find that even the blessed pressure of hands creates too much distance. The wizards instead wrap their arms around each other, grinding, pulsing, cocks rubbing together and catching on the rough fabric of their shirts and it’s awkward and messy and Essek never ever wants to stop.
“In the halls of the Lucid Bastion, your cries echoing like blasphemy,” Essek growls like a challenge.
“In goddamn Cognouza,” amid his moans, Caleb shakes his head in elated disbelief at his own confession.
“In front of your smug fucking Scourger friends so they can see how good you are for me, my Caleb,” Essek growls, and Caleb practically convulses, his cock fully hard once again. “What is this, then? What is it that has you writhing so? Is it the idea of being watched by your old lovers in particular, or just anyone? Perhaps I’d have you in the Xhorhaus as you imagined but not cover your mouth at all. Bend you over the stair rail and fuck you for everyone to hear, yes? Or perhaps in the broad daylight of Zadash, ussta’chev, with all the Empire stopping to watch me fuck you…”
“Yes, Essek, please,” Caleb nearly sobs, his cock weeping against the skin of Essek’s hip and stomach.
“Or is it just being mine that makes you so hard?”
“Yes—”
“And you are mine. Say it,” he growls through gritted teeth.
“I’m yours, Essek,” he gasps and practically convulses in Essek’s grip.
“Again.”
“Yours.”
Re: FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 6/?
Date: 2021-07-18 10:46 pm (UTC)“In front of your smug fucking Scourger friends so they can see how good you are for me, my Caleb,” Essek growls, and Caleb practically convulses, his cock fully hard once again. “What is this, then? What is it that has you writhing so? Is it the idea of being watched by your old lovers in particular, or just anyone? Perhaps I’d have you in the Xhorhaus as you imagined but not cover your mouth at all. Bend you over the stair rail and fuck you for everyone to hear, yes? Or perhaps in the broad daylight of Zadash, ussta’chev, with all the Empire stopping to watch me fuck you…”
“Yes, Essek, please,” Caleb nearly sobs, his cock weeping against the skin of Essek’s hip and stomach.
“Or is it just being mine that makes you so hard?”
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 7/?
Date: 2021-08-04 07:02 pm (UTC)And gods, what a sight! Pants and small clothes pushed down his thighs, cock springing to live amid a nest of red-brown curls, his linen shirt just barely long enough to drag against his shaft, those leather straps still wrapped around and under his shoulders. Caleb looks completely wrecked, eyes heavy-lidded but intently focused, cheeks flushed a darker red than Essek’s ever seen on him, his chest moving in heaving breaths, heavy gasps as he whines and writhes, lips swollen and shining with spit while he whimpers. Essek sets his focus to pushing the straps of Caleb’s book holster off of those broad shoulders, digging his fingers underneath him just a little too rough, as though if he buries his fingertips in Caleb’s flesh they’ll become the same person.
“You have been wearing your books this entire time, xi’hum. Are they not heavy?” Caleb can barely vocalize anything in response, a weak whine escaping his lips while Essek grins, the both of them still on their knees, bare cocks rubbing against one another.
The books and their harness fall to the floor with a heavy thud, and yet another wicked image arrives in Essek’s head:
“You were going to sully your books with your come like that, my Caleb. Or with mine, perhaps. How careless of you…”
His hand slaps down on Caleb’s bare ass, the sound resounding in the small chamber, and before Essek can second guess or feel any regret, Caleb cries out “yes” and ruts against him once more.
“Oh you like this, ussta’chev?” He strikes him again, hand catching the space where Caleb’s thighs meet the curve of his ass, eliciting another heady moan. “I shall have to devise a new punishment for you, then, if you seem to enjoy this one too much.” Caleb only nods, dazed, lower lip quivering.
“Please, Essek, please…”
“Please what, pet? Ask for it.”
Caleb seems to be unable to decide what to ask for, a hint of desperate panic in his eyes, silently begging for mercy even as his hips hitch up against the drow’s in a steady rhythm.
“Beg for it, pet, and you shall have it.” When Caleb still struggles to speak, mouth opening and closing silently, Essek lets a dark chuckle escape and slaps the human’s ass again. “What do you have to fear, my Caleb? Nothing. You have already shown me what a slut you are, desperate for my fingers and my cock, desperate for anything I can give you, even in punishment.”
“Yes…”
Essek laughs outright this time and part of him is frightened at how cruel he sounds. “Is that what you want then? You want me to punish you for being such a filthy little slut?”
“Yes, Essek, please…”
Essek spanks Caleb again, his other hand coming up to roughly grab at the man’s face, squeezing his cheeks together, forcing his mouth open so he can lick into it, taste every corner of Caleb’s lips, feel the warm exhale of Caleb’s breath as Essek makes him whine and jerk and gasp.
“Beg for it,” Essek commands again, and this time Caleb responds without a second thought in a torrent of sound, distorted by how his mouth is held:
“Bitte, mein herr, bitte, please, please, punish me, fuck me, use my ass, I am yours, fuck me, please, ich brauche— ich brauche es, ich brauche dich, liebchen, bitte, Essek, I will fucking die if you don’t fuck me, please—”
The drow clearly isn’t thinking when he holds Caleb’s mouth open and spits in it, but he is rewarded nonetheless with the deliciously broken sound of Caleb moaning. His hand taps the side of the Zemnian’s face, none too gentle but not quite a slap.
“Bend over,” he whispers, and Caleb practically flings himself into the position on the cold stone floor, turned around on his knees, facing away from Essek. Essek pulls his tunic off and before he can even begin casting Mage Hand, Caleb has grabbed his components pouch and opened the vial of sweet oil used for Suggestion, pouring some of it out onto his fingers before rolling the rest of the vial back to Essek. He doesn’t notice it: his sight is fixed on Caleb’s back, his ass, his balls hanging tight below his hole, his hard cock bobbing below them.
The drow is so transfixed, he doesn’t even notice what Caleb has done until the man is shoving his own fingers inside of himself, arching his back and groaning aloud, copper hair falling around his face.
The heat in Essek’s gut intensifies, a pulsing, rhythmic heat, and he brings his hand down on Caleb’s ass again, leaning forward over the other man as he cries out. Essek grabs his hair, not hard enough to truly hurt, just enough to make him feel it, and leans over Caleb’s whole body, feeling the warmth of him through so few layers, bottom halves entirely bare. And Essek slaps his ass again and snarls:
“I said ‘bend over.’ Did I tell you to ride your fingers, xi’hum?”
Re: FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 7/?
Date: 2021-08-18 03:53 am (UTC)cock springing to live amid a nest of red-brown curls, his linen shirt just barely long enough to drag against his shaft, those leather straps still wrapped around and under his shoulders. Caleb looks completely wrecked, eyes heavy-lidded but intently focused, cheeks flushed a darker red than Essek’s ever seen on him, his chest moving in heaving breaths, heavy gasps as he whines and writhes, lips swollen and shining with spit while he whimpers.
This image is SO HOT I am fanning myself.
His hand slaps down on Caleb’s bare ass, the sound resounding in the small chamber, and before Essek can second guess or feel any regret, Caleb cries out “yes” and ruts against him once more.
I am SCREAMING, yes, I need like a hundred fics of Essek spanking Caleb, my crops are watered my skin is clear
“Beg for it, pet, and you shall have it.” When Caleb still struggles to speak, mouth opening and closing silently, Essek lets a dark chuckle escape and slaps the human’s ass again. “What do you have to fear, my Caleb? Nothing. You have already shown me what a slut you are, desperate for my fingers and my cock, desperate for anything I can give you, even in punishment.”
“Yes…”
Essek laughs outright this time and part of him is frightened at how cruel he sounds. “Is that what you want then? You want me to punish you for being such a filthy little slut?”
“Yes, Essek, please…”
Incoherent keymashing, just YES, ALL OF THIS -- calling Caleb a slut, Caleb being so deep in subspace, the begging, AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
“Bend over,” he whispers, and Caleb practically flings himself into the position on the cold stone floor, turned around on his knees, facing away from Essek.
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
The heat in Essek’s gut intensifies, a pulsing, rhythmic heat, and he brings his hand down on Caleb’s ass again, leaning forward over the other man as he cries out. Essek grabs his hair, not hard enough to truly hurt, just enough to make him feel it, and leans over Caleb’s whole body, feeling the warmth of him through so few layers, bottom halves entirely bare. And Essek slaps his ass again and snarls:
“I said ‘bend over.’ Did I tell you to ride your fingers, xi’hum?”
God, all of this, the hairpulling, the ordering around, more spanking, pet names, AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHH
*screams, rolls around on the floor*
FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 8/?
Date: 2021-09-12 08:43 am (UTC)“Oh don’t stop now, ussta’nek. You are so hungry for it, you seem you might starve if I do not feed you.”
“Yes, yes please Essek, I’m s- so hungry, I…”
Essek pushes Caleb’s hand in harder, and the human bucks and twists as though he’s not certain whether he’s trying to feel more or less.
“Yes, you are, aren’t you,” Essek murmurs, stretching forward to catch Caleb’s ear between his teeth and head the man gasp and cry out. “Sweet, hungry pet,” he sucks on it. “Fuck yourself open for me, ssin’urn.”
Essek lays his hand on Caleb’s, so near the fingers buried inside of him, and pushes the other man’s hand in faster. He hears wet, sloppy noises from his hole and moans falling from Caleb’s lips.
“Does that feel good, my Caleb?”
“Yes, Essek, yes, please,” Caleb begs, and Essek thinks that if it did not pain him somewhat to deny the man anything, he could listen to that sound for the rest of his life. He could practically hear the sound of his own cock buried down Caleb’s throat earlier, the wet choking feel of it, leaving an auditory handprint when he tried to speak now. “Please, sir, please let me move it faster, I, I need —
SMACK, across Caleb’s thighs, making him jolt forward.
“You need to take what you’re given, xi’hum. How am I to fuck you if I do not stretch you open for me first?” Essek pulls Caleb’s fingers out, watching the puckered hole tremble and flex around nothing. He pushes that same hand to the ground hard, like a warning, before reaching for that vial of sweet oil again. Caleb, it seems, has little patience for this delay.
“I don’t want you to stretch me, I want —AH!” He shakes at another crack of a palm on his thighs and whines, arching his back. “Bitte, I- I want to feel it, I want it, don't need to stretch, please, w-want…”
“You want it to hurt, precious thing?”
“Yes, Essek, yes, please, please fucking hurt me, bury yourself in my ass, gib mir diesen Schwanz! Ich bitte dich, ich bin deine Hure, deine Schlampe, bitte, bitte, ich werde dir alles geben—”
Essek can only catch sparse bits of Zemnian amid Caleb’s near panicked moaning, but there are a few words he is certain he can recognize. Sweet accursed gods he wants to keep Caleb on the edge forever, tormenting him while he writhes on nothing and begs for anything! But Essek himself is almost painfully hard now and he had to do something, and so he moves forward just enough, along the side of Caleb, letting his dark purple cock push against the side of the man’s hip, giving him something to rut against and gods, yes, he feels so perfect. Just that small patch of warm skin, where the hardness of Caleb’s hipbones met the soft curve of his ass is almost enough to undo him but he can’t, he can’t, not yet. Not when everything is so perfect! When he’s perfectly positioned to, with one hand, violently tug at Caleb’s hair and growl into his ear:
“Then I shall make it hurt, my whore,” and he hears Caleb sob, likely shocked that Essek had even caught the word with what rudimentary Zemnian he had learned. The drow’s other hand spreads that sweet, viscous oil along his fingers, moving them slowly— ever so slowly— to Caleb’s rim while the redhead trembles in wait.
“Fucking hurry, Essek, I need—“
Another SLAP, harder this time. Essek spanks him right right over his asshole, which sends Caleb’s upper body flopping to the floor in shocked ecstasy, his head just barely held up by the fingers still twined in his hair.
“What you need,” another spank, “Is to stop demanding,” and another “and just keep begging,” and another, another, another, “like the little slut you are, ph'ssin'urn ssindossa. Jahkne elendar Zotha'llt saph natha nek…”
Essek spanks him until his own hand feels like it’s burning and Caleb is shoving his ass back in the air like a cat in heat. It’s only then, rubbing his own cock along the side of Caleb’s hip, that he circles his oiled fingers around the man’s raw, sensitized hole, still stinging from the repeated slaps. The gasp Caleb lets out is so quiet, so blissful, that Essek cannot help but grin with pride and delight, circling them twice more before shoving three in at once.
“Sheiße — Gotter, Essek!”
For half a moment Essek freezes, worried it was too much, but Caleb immediately pushes back on those fingers crying out “Yes, yes,” and his hungry grin returns. Divine light, he is so warm inside, so warm and wet, clenching tight around Essek’s slender fingers despite having fucked himself open with his own not a minute ago. The Shadowhand groans, tongue tracing his own teeth and wishing he could kiss this man before him, but he will settle for driving Caleb mad with wanting instead: pulling his hair with one hand, causing his back to arch, which makes it easier for the fingers of his other hand to curl - just so - and brush against that tender spot inside him to make Caleb beg…
And indeed it does.
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Cheat sheet:
Ussta’nek — my slut
Xi’hum — pet/plaything
Ussta’chev — my love/beloved
Ph'ssin'urn ssindossa — beautiful whore
Jahkne elendar Zotha'llt saph natha nek — Just keep begging like a good slut
FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 9/12
Date: 2021-09-22 07:01 pm (UTC)Sweet light of the Luxon, Caleb looks divine like this. Eyes rolling back, hips gyrating madly, back arching every time Essek’s fingers brush his prostate, his cock fully hard and bobbing, leaking between his legs. Caleb is writhing like a wild man, like a beast without a thought in his head save for getting fucked, and gods, Essek may be a monster, might be a beast himself, but he wants him like this. All those thoughts in that brilliant head, that genius mind made dumb and dull, driven by pure, base need.
Essek realizes he is speaking as well, mumbling in Undercommon without any thought to the content of his speech. He can almost hear his voice as a distant echo, recalls phrases like “Usstan orn kl'ae dos hwuen dos ph'elggat,” and “Folt natha bwael ssindossa,” and “Usstan che dos, usstan che dos, vel’bol inbal dos xunor ulu ussa, xhenshen-nye…”
I will use you until you are ruined.
Such a good whore.
I love you, I love you, look what you’ve done to me, my darling…
Light curse him, he was a fool for this man. Making Caleb moan like this, seeing him without fear or worry for the first time since they’d met, head empty of any care save coming… it felt better perhaps than anything Essek had ever known. His discoveries of how to make this human sigh and shiver were richer and more wondrous than any arcane theorem he’d ever learned, more valuable than any spell he’d ever crafted.
“S-so, so close, Essek… Essek please, can I…”
Caleb’s face is pressed to the floor, his upper chest as well, and though Essek is thoroughly distracted — by the feeling of his cock rubbing against the crook of Caleb’s hip, the feeling of his soft, pale skin, the feeling of his wet hole clamped around Essek’s fingers — he can still Caleb’s elbow bending awkwardly as he tries to move his own hand to his cock…
Cruel though it was, Essek felt a vicious snarl escape him and yanks his fingers out of Caleb’s asshole, making the man sob for the sudden emptiness of it. Immediately, he lets go of Caleb’s hair, wipes his fingers on the ground and covers the man’s body with his own. Essek grabs those pale human wrists and pushes down, pinning him to the floor and moving his hips up and down, feeling his sensitive cock drag along the skin of Caleb’s thighs, between his cheeks.
“Tell me what you want, my pet,” Essek says, and hates himself because he knows he is not offering another chance for Caleb to back out, he just wants to hear Caleb beg.
“Please, Essek, please, please, I need you, it is so hot, s- so fucking hard, bitte, meine Götter, bitte, Essek I’m burning, I will die without your cock in me, I need you in me, I’ll give you anything you want, just fuck me pleas, please, please, pl—AHH!”
Gods
Essek pushes into his lover’s tight heat and cannot think. He is so warm, so tight, and still moaning and panting and pushing back against him in desperation, that the world around them becomes nothing. All there is are Caleb’s bare wrists below his fingers, the nape of Caleb’s neck against his lips, the warmth of Caleb’s back through the linen and the unbearable, slick tightness that squeezes him and makes him feel like he has lived his whole life in a cave, foolish and ignorant, playing with shadows on the wall when there was a world of warmth outside — inside — with this man. He is burning with it, just as Caleb is. Burning, like the light of a thousand Gods he’s never prayed to have finally turned upon him.
“Essek, Essek, please, liebe, please move—”
“Mine,” the drow growls, unhearing, sounding nearly feral as his lips devour the back of Caleb’s neck.
“Ja, yours, yours, please,” moans Caleb, and his head flies up so quckly it almost catches Essek in the chin. It’s the shock of this, rather than the begging, that pushes another growl out of him, makes his his hips pull back. And as he bites down on that beautiful, pale freckled skin, he pushes his cock back inside and he moves, oh fuck, he moves!
FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 10/12
Date: 2021-10-03 06:39 am (UTC)Fuck, Essek will not last long like this. He’s amazed he’s lasted at all, surrounded as he is by these sounds and smells and the taste of Caleb, Caleb, Caleb who had reached inside of him and made him feel warm for the first time in a century, on a boat, in a tower, in the coldest place in the world. Essek’s tongue and teeth and lips worship the man, lingering on the smell of parchment and woodsmoke, of snow and a spice he did not recognize but was certain he’d never tasted in the Dynasty.
He hopes no one in the world knows of it. He wants this delicacy all to himself. Wants to hoard it, keep it wrapped tightly in silks and satins by his heart, keep it pressed inside his coat or tethered to his bedpost, bound and open and his, fuck, fuck, he burned for this man, he is burning—
“Essek!” Caleb howls and his whole body quakes, his hips clearly pushing down, desperate for the touch of anything — even the cold stone floor — on his cock. “Essek, Essek, danke, danke, mein Herr, meine Liebe, ich gehöre dir, ich bin dein, ich werde nehmen was immer du mir geben willst, bitte, fuck me, fuck me, please, s-so hot, it’s—”
Caleb’s cheek is pressed to the floor, ass in the air, Essek bent over him, gnawing and sucking at the point where neck meets shoulder, and Caleb sounds amazing. He sounds completely undone, every gasp followed by a whimper, a moan, a shout or a plea for more, for mercy, for anything Essek will give him. Caleb is so hot, so tight, his skin sweat-slick and delicious and trembling underneath Essek’s fingers and lips and tongue. Essek has no words, nothing conscious, nothing in his head that can describe the fire in his belly, how his heart feels so full it’s frightening. And yet along with the sound of his hips slapping against Caleb’s ass, Essek’s cock sliding slick into him, Caleb panting and sighing and almost sobbing, he can hear his own voice:
“Is this what you wanted, pet? You wanted me to fuck you? I should have done this ages ago. Claimed you in front of everyone, kept you tied to my bed and had my way with you for days. Should have kept you writhing on my cock, let you fall asleep riding it and wake up coming on it. And I will: I will suck you down until you finish, keep you there until you’re coming dry and weeping for me, I will keep my cock pressed into your throat until you choke on it and hold you there longer still. I’ll have the world watch while I fuck your face, let you keep my cock warm for me and fill your belly with my come, I’ll watch how jealous they are that I have you, that I get to have you, that I can call you mine.”
“Yes, yes, oh fuck, th- there!” The muscles along Caleb’s back and stomach tremble and Essek knows what he has hit upon, can feel Caleb’s hole twitching around him. He pulls out almost all the way, slapping the redhead’s pale flank in warning.
“I did not give you permission to come,” Essel snarls and it feels almost like someone else. Too much like himself.
“No, sir, I- I-”
“Good pet,” he slides back in and presses kisses along Caleb’s spine and neck, chuckling deep in his throat as he feels Caleb’s legs spread wider, his cock inching ever lower to the cold floor. “My good, sweet boy. So wet and open for me, let me feel you. I suppose you are trying to rub your cock on that cold stone floor, so desperate to come, yes? Beg, me, my sweet, my love, usstan orn morfeth dos satiir ji bwael, Caleb Widogast. Usstan orn xun jalbol whol dos. Usstan che dos, usstan che dos, ussta’chev—”
“Essek, Gods, PLEASE—”
“Please?”
“Please, sir, Essek, please, may I come…?“
“Yes,” Essek snarls, a thrill rolling through his entire body as he grabs Caleb’s cock in his tight fist and squeezes—
Caleb cries out as he starts to come, Essek’s hips picking up speed while Caleb’s wails climb in pitch. Essek fucks him harder, the rhythm becoming almost as though he were fucking through him and into his own fist, trying to fill Caleb as much as possible in every way, and blessed light he could live here, he could die here. Caleb’s legs give out and Essek lets them both drop, catching their weight as much as he can, but keeping his hand beneath his lover, letting their weight create a sheath for Caleb’s prick between his stomach and Essek’s hand.
All sound vanishes from Caleb’s lips as he convulses in rapture, pinned by a drow cock in his ass and a lithe hand around his hard length. The feeling of Caleb Widogast orgasming underneath him, around him, spunk in Essek’s hand and hole twitching around Essek’s cock, is like nothing else in the world. Essek feels somehow apart from and above and within everything all at once. He pumps his hips faster, squeezing the last few drops from the Zemnian’s hard flesh, and he can barely hear himself muttering all the while:
“I love you, I love you, my Caleb, so good, xi’hum, my darling, ussta’chev, you are so good, so warm, I love you, I am yours, I have always been yours, I love you, fuck, burning light of the hells, I love you, I love you, I love you…”
Essek comes with those words on his lips, filling Caleb with his come as though he means to claim every inch of the man, until he cannot move without feeling Essek’s seed inside of him.
In that hazy space with no sense of time, Essek burns with light and affection for this man. This beautiful man, who loves him in spite of everything. For a moment he feels that Caleb — no God or Luxon or celestial event, but Caleb Widogast — created this universe, with every complexity and shadow and ounce of goodness within it. Gods, he is so in love.
Usstan orn morfeth dos satiir ji bwael. — I will make you feel so good.
Usstan orn xun jalbol whol dos — I will do anything for you.
Usstan che dos — I love you
FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 11/12
Date: 2021-10-23 03:22 am (UTC)He is not certain how long it has been, or when the two of them rolled off each other, one of their coats (Essek cannot even turn his head to see which) beneath them to keep their legs from the stone. It has been blissful, soft and sweet, tracing each others’ lips and humming as though they were incapable of any other sound. It feels fuzzy, soft and warm like a drug-induced haze…
A drug-induced haze.
And then it’s like Essek’s been thrown into freezing water and he’s suddenly sober, suddenly awake and horrified. The startling moment of coming back to reality and realizing what you’re doing, but instead of being naked in a cold river he’s sitting over the best friend he’s ever known, the man he loves, the only man who truly understands him, and Essek made him cry. Caleb said he loved Essek and in response Essek choked him on his fingers and, and stepped on — Dear Light and all the gods, he is more wretched than he ever thought...
He tries to back away from Caleb’s warm embrace only to find Caleb’s hands still clutching him, blue eyes staring directly into his own.
“You will not leave me,” Caleb rumbles like a mandate, his voice low and rough from the use of his throat. He pulls Essek back down to lie by him, wraps a hand around the back of Essek’s head like he did those months ago. But Essek is still cringing. He is so afraid to hurt him, terrified that he might destroy what they have the way he’s destroyed so much in this world…
“You are a fool, Essek Thelyss,” Caleb continues, his voice still ragged, his cheeks still flushed, but his eyes clear, reaching out to take Essek’s face in his hands. “An absolute fool if you think I am going to let you go now. In no small part because it is fucking freezing and you are very warm, so you are not allowed to move away from me for a5 least another few minutes.”
How is he so… how can he be so… the man is so insufferably adorable sometimes it baffles him.
“But Caleb,” Essek protests quietly. the things I was saying…” Essek feels tears on his own cheeks now.
“Did you mean it, liebling?”
“I… that I…” he stammers, near panic. Trust Caleb to shame him with a simple question. Did he mean what he said? Which part? The part where he called Caleb a slut? The part where he threatened to make Caleb ride his boot? When he forbid him from touching himself? Which parts had he said aloud? Which parts had he spoken in Common?
“You love me back.”
“Yes,” Essek replies, almost a whisper.
“You love me,” Caleb repeats, hands warm on Essek’s face and eyes shining above a wide smile.
“You know this already,” Essek responds, a bit of petulance sneaking into his voice.
“Then I will… I will fucking delight in everything we do together, knowing my feelings are not unrequited. Would you not feel the same?”
He can see that mad intensity in Caleb’s eyes, but it is not the same as it was after the release of that powdered compound. No, it is more as it was in their first dunamancy lesson, or when developing the Transmogrification spell, or when they found the Records room on their first time in Aeor. Determination. Certainty. Passion. It is almost frightening to be the target of that same passion, though he supposes he should not be surprised after all that preceded this moment. And yet Essek can’t bring himself to say anything. The words choke him before they can escape. Delight in Caleb? Always! Of course! How could he not? But that… that does not mean Caleb should…
“But you,” Essek begins, only to find a finger pressed to his lips, before he can protest further.
“And if I bid you to be my pet,” Caleb murmurs, his voice both tired and unreasonably attractive in its near-hoarseness. “Made all of those same pretty threats you were making so very eloquently a few minutes ago. Would you find yourself horrified? Would you run from me?”
Essek nearly laughs in disbelief at the thought that he could ever run from Caleb.
“I could do it, you know,” Caleb warns in a teasing tone, as if that was what Essek had scoffed at. “I could fucking wreck you, Essek. You think I haven’t dreamed about it? Gods, I have imagined you in every possible way and many which are impossible as well. I have imagined you calling me yours, slut or pet or lover or beloved or any other thing, and I have imagined saying them all to you as well. Du schöner gottverdammter Narr, you think I am ashamed to be these things for you, schatz?”
Caleb presses his forehead to Essek’s. Essek does not have it in him to fight this. He never wanted to.
“I want nothing more in this world, my love,” Caleb whispers, and kisses him between his brows.
Essek is transfixed by his words, by the images they conjure — and by his own memories of nights spent imagining impossible affairs with this man — but it is when Caleb calls him “my love” that he melts. That ice water he was drowning in becomes naught but a warm vapor, heated by Caleb’s perpetual fire.
…He can’t help but think that the man is turning him into a Godsdamned poet. It’s embarassing, really.
Essek smiles cries and kisses Caleb back. On his lips, his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, that most blessed and holy place on his forehead between his eyebrows and lies down with this man he loves. Caleb is stubborn. Essek has never been able to change his mind on anything, not in the time they have known each other. Essek will simply have to do his best to be worthy of him, even if it is an impossible task. He relishes a challenge.
FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 12/12 COMPLETE
Date: 2021-10-23 03:53 am (UTC)“I still think my disguise was pretty convincing, schön.”
Disguise? What is he talking about, what dis…
“Your slave disguise?!” Essek’s face contorts in bemusement.
“Mmhmm.”
The ‘ridiculous fucking harness I first saw you in,’ he recalls mentioning, and feels both like hiding his face and a desperate need to engage in whatever banter Caleb wishes to entice him with.
“I clocked you two from the moment you walked in,” Essek claims.
“Oh, so you knew it was a disguise right away?” Caleb repeats in amused disbelief.
“I…” Essek pauses, the dark purple-blue of his cheeks growing darker. “I knew… I could tell Beauregard’s was a disguise fairly quickly.” Caleb laughs, and Essek smiles to hear it. “Too ill-behaved, and scowling. There is no slavery in Rosohna, but I have been to Asarius and I know that would not be borne. You, I… was… not certain until you spoke. That accent? And your elocution? Caleb Widogast, that was not your most convincing tale.”
“But you could not tell before that,” Caleb retorts smugly.
“I supposed for a moment that you were simply better trained than she, though I did not start to question until Lythir spoke up.”
“Bet you thought I looked good on my knees, though.”
“I thought no such thing at the time,” Essek retorts defensively. “I was... entirely focused on how these nosy intruders were mucking up my plans, to be honest.”
“Oh, ‘at the time,’ yes?” Caleb’s smug voice envelops him in warmth. Curse this man. Damn him to each of the nine hells consecutively, he is too precocious and delightful to be tolerated.
“I… it… might have occurred to me… later that night, that your disguise was a bit… that you… were…” Caleb cannot contain his laughter at this point and Essek scowls. “Shut up.”
“Liebchen, you just fucked my brains out and I fell all over myself wanting to suck your cock, I think there is little to be ashamed of now.”
“I would not have given it a second thought, but then you spoke and I just… you…” Essek’s hands cover his face and he thanks whatever deity saw fit to deny humans darkvision because he can feel the bright heat of embarrassment across his cheeks, his ears, his neck, his chest…
“I spoke aaaand?” Caleb is such a brat. He should have known this would happen.
“Fucking… bah!” Essek sighs and resigns himself to the torturous fate of speaking to the person he loves more than anything in the world. How dreadful. “I cannot be blamed for such base thoughts! This... filthy human in a slave harness speaking up to the blasted Bright Queen?! Caleb, can you not fathom the sheer fascination you inspired?”
“Inspiring, am I?”
“Not just to myself, I should tell you. You were a source of much discussion in darkened rooms across Rosohna.”
“I… warten, was?” The human’s voice goes from teasing to baffled and his eyebrows scrunch up in confusion..
“You really did not know?” Now Essek gets to sound smug. Hah.
“I was… I… they… what?”
“Oh, the rest of the Nein as well, particularly Beauregard, were subjects of great fascination. But you, my Caleb, you were practically the embodiment of a cultural taboo: not just a human, but an Imperial. Not only that, but a Zemnian wizard! Who dared speak back to the ultimate matriarch of the Dynasty! Who spoke while on his knees, face dirtied and dressed as a slave, holding the most prized artifact of our culture, the very body of our God. It was… There were very few boxes that moment did not tick for any number of people.”
Essek wills himself to stop blushing, but has no idea if it’s working.
“The dichotomy of sacred and profane, yes?” Caleb’s eyes are sparkling with mirth and Essek thinks it is even more beautiful than when they were blown wide in passion. “I suppose it is not too foreign a concept, particularly among societies where sexuality is less freely discussed. The implicit forbiddenness of one strengthened by the explicit forbiddenness of the other—“
“Of course you would quantify even this, xi’hum. Do you mean to compose a study on the subject?”
“Popular Sexual Fantasies Of The Kryn Dynasty As Shaped By Geopolitics and Social Taboos, by Caleb Widogast.”
“You would do that.”
“Mmmm no, but doubtless there are other scholars who would.”
“Oh I am certain Jester and Beauregard could assist you in such an endeavor if you did not feel up to the task.”
Caleb chuckles and kisses his hair, and Essek cannot help but grin. A wide, thrilled grin he cannot remember ever wearing on his face before. A few moments later he complains of the cold, digging his nose into Caleb’s neck. Caleb wastes a spell slot to put up the dome within a minute rather than ten, Essek tucks the blankets carefully around their feet, and they rest. Essek listens to Caleb’s slow breathing and feels Caleb’s cold feet on his shins while he awaits his trance. He cannot fathom how very fortunate he is to have been somehow graced with another chance at life.
They will still analyze the dust tomorrow. Carefully.
Re: FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 12/12 COMPLETE
Date: 2021-10-25 08:26 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 12/12 COMPLETE
Date: 2021-10-26 08:44 am (UTC)Re: FILL: Verbose [Caleb/Essek] 8/?
Date: 2021-09-23 09:36 pm (UTC)*rolls around on the ground, screaming*
AAAAHHHHHHHH it's so good!!!!!!!!!!
(I read it back when you first posted and kept rereading it)
“Yes, you are, aren’t you,” Essek murmurs, stretching forward to catch Caleb’s ear between his teeth and head the man gasp and cry out. “Sweet, hungry pet,” he sucks on it. “Fuck yourself open for me, ssin’urn.”
YES to the ear biting <3
“Then I shall make it hurt, my whore,”
hnnnnggggggggg dirty talk yasssssssssssssssss
Also love all the spanking interwoven into this whole section, and how much Caleb loves it
“What you need,” another spank, “Is to stop demanding,” and another “and just keep begging,” and another, another, another, “like the little slut you are, ph'ssin'urn ssindossa. Jahkne elendar Zotha'llt saph natha nek…”
More dirty talk, and going so incoherent that Essek lapses into Undercommon, *chef's kiss*. Also loved Caleb dropping into Zemnian earlier.
LOVE this whole update, thank you so much