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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (characters)

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Vax snarls. The ropes around Percy’s ankles fall away and suddenly his knees are shoved almost up to his chest, his body folded under Vax’s.

“How fucking dare you, you entitled little shit.”

“At least you know your sister’s in good hands.”

Oh, this is a dangerous game, and oh, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Especially when one of Vax’s hands knots in his hair, yanking him into a brutal kiss. It’s that one tiny bit of assurance that Percy still sort of needs that Vax isn’t actually going to gut him like a kobold for being an asshole.

“Shithead,” Vax says against his lips. “We should leave you like this for when the mansion disappears, you whore. Let everyone see how the scion of Whitestone really likes to be treated.”

Percy’s cock pulses with pleasure-pain and he can’t hold back a sound of torment. Had it been one of the others using him—save maybe Scanlan, who seems to know his way around such scenarios—they would likely have stopped and checked in with him.

Vax doesn’t stop. Vax just deliberately fucks into him ever harder. And Vax murmurs, “I’ll bet Orthax taught you to like this, didn’t he?”

It’s not something that came out under the zone of truth spell—gods know what did come out was damning enough—but Percy’s in no place to dissemble. He hears Vax’s shocked gasp as Vax realizes that he was right, and then feels the slow hot pulse of Vax spilling over into him, nails digging into Percy’s shoulders.

“Vax’ildan, have I served you well?” Percy asks and, belatedly, “Keyleth, have I served you well?”

“Oh, yes,” Keyleth says fervently.

“Nine Hells, Percival.” Vax’s forehead rests against Percy’s for a long moment before he lifts up and away. When he slips free of Percy, Percy whimpers with the sudden empty feeling, and Vax takes up the plug to fill him back up again.

“No,” Scanlan says, and the plug goes away. Percy feels one of Scanlan’s hands on his thigh, small and sure as he casts a spell that leaves Percy feeling far less sticky. One of Scanlan’s fingers hooks under the ring around the base of Percy’s shaft. “Can he come with this on?”

“Theoretically not.” Vex sounds amused. “But you can always try and see.”

“You mean Gilmore doesn’t try these things out before he sells them? For shame.” Percy feels Scanlan’s breath warm against the skin of his upper thigh.

“I didn’t ask. I assume he’s quite experienced with their construction by now.”

“Do you spend a lot of time talking about sex toys with Shaun?” Vax sounds jealous.

“Enough time.” Vex laughs. “Scanlan, whatever you’re doing down there, keep going. Dear Percival looks as though he’s going quite mad.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Scanlan says unconvincingly. He nuzzles in closer, his mouth closing over a bit of Percy’s skin, worrying at it with his teeth. Percy goes “Ah!” and then “Fuck!” when Scanlan bites him harder. He can feel the prick of Scanlan’s stubble and the brush of Scanlan’s carefully kept hair; the latter has come out of its habitual ponytail and wisps over Percy’s cock.

Scanlan licks at the delicate skin of Percy’s sac and then draws it between his lips; Percy flinches, anticipating another bite, but Scanlan’s exceedingly gentle and thorough.

“Raise up,” he murmurs, and Percy feels a different thicker cushion go under his ass when he does so. Scanlan settles back in, lips just barely brushing down Percy’s shaft before returning to their former position.

Percy very quickly realizes Scanlan’s aim and the purpose of the cleaning spell when Scanlan’s tongue starts lapping gently at his entrance. He lets out a hoarse shout and bucks up again, and Scanlan’s hands clamp down on his thighs with surprising strength.

“Oh, brilliant,” Vex says. Her hand catches Percy’s left hand and he’s eager to let her guide his fingers to stroke along her inner lips, which are already quite wet. “Percy dearest, how does that feel?”

“Gah,” Percy says eloquently as Scanlan’s tongue drags over him.

“Oh my.” Keyleth still sounds out of it. “I didn’t know...”

Scanlan returns to mouthing at Percy’s sac. Percy can feel his wicked smile and knows what’s expected of him.

“Please, Scanlan.”

“Please what?” Vex asks on Scanlan’s behalf, rocking herself against Percy’s fingers.

Percy licks his lips, catching a lingering taste of Keyleth. “More?”

“Ask properly,” Grog says. “Don’t you have some kind of fancy noble word for this?”

“All the words for this are—ah!—in Common. Or Orcish.” Percy writhes as Scanlan’s lips tug at his tender skin.

“Use one of those, then,” Vex says, pulling his hand tighter against her.

Percy can’t actually remember the Orcish term and gives in. “Eat me out, please.”

“Is that what you wanted? You should have said so earlier. I’m bored now.” Scanlan’s head lifts.

“No! Please!”

Scanlan’s mouth is on him in a second, tongue breaching the ring of muscle with ease, and Percy shouts again, moving around enough that Scanlan grabs his thighs again and then the ropes go back around Percy’s ankles, pinning him down somewhat more.

He’s never had this done to him before. He’s done it to Vex once for the sake of trying, but they have other preferred activities. Given Scanlan’s renown as a ladies’ man, it’s surprising.

Percy isn’t capable of picking apart just why Scanlan might be so familiar—and adept—with pleasing a man, though; he’s far too busy crying out with the unfamiliar but intense pleasure. His cock is aching with the need for release, and every little dig and press and push of Scanlan’s tongue in him makes it worse. Every so often Scanlan pulls back to kiss or bite Percy’s thigh and then dives right back in. The sound of his mouth working on Percy is almost the only sound in the room, and Percy wonders what the others are doing. Watching? Taking notes?

Vex’s fingers push between his and Percy realizes that his hand has curled into a fist again, quite out of his control.

“Don’t get too distracted,” she warns him, and Percy manages to gather his thoughts enough to slide one finger into her and crook it in the way that she likes best. “Good boy.”

“Fuuu,” Percy replies. “Gah.”

“Aren’t you being a little too nice to him, Scan-man?” Vax asks. “I thought we were supposed to be hurting him.”

“Do unto others,” Scanlan says indistinctly, giving Percy one last drilling lick before pulling away. Percy makes a disappointed noise and then yelps as Scanlan’s mouth closes over the head of his cock. “Mmmm. Vex, did you say he can come with this ring on, or not?”

“Go ahead and find out,” Vex says, and Percy howls as Scanlan takes him all the way in with one practiced swallow.

“Gods,” Vax says, apparently very impressed.

“Oh,” Pike whispers, and Percy feels her close, her little fingers beginning to comb through his hair. It’s a sweet gentle gesture compared to Scanlan’s ruthless hard sucks. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to coming, but the ring around his base seems to sense it and tightens correspondingly, leaving him gasping. “Scanlan, he’s so close.”

“I can tell,” Scanlan says, lifting his head. He blows gently across Percy’s cock, the air cool against Percy’s spit-slick skin. “Which means it’s time to stop.”

And he does, pushing the plug back into place before stepping away.

Ho-holy shit. I...I might have to do this. (No anon because I own my kinks)

Edited 2016-11-28 05:05 (UTC)

OP here

\o/ \o/ \o/

pleaaase who do I have to beg!

angsty all-we've-ever-had-is-each-other sex, keeping a secret from the others, the others all know and it disturbs/arouses them, they take part in a threesome and get distracted by each other, any of it, all of it, etc.

you'll be awesome

((Something to whet the appetite. We're only just getting started. *rubs hands together gleefully* >:D))

“Look me in the eye, Percy.”

The half-elven woman--Vex’ahlia--looks his host over, eyes steely and penetrating. Orthax cares little for most of this human’s companions, but this one...this one intrigues him. Not least because she has Percival quite under her thumb and is utterly unaware of the power she holds over him.

Orthax watches from behind Percival’s eyes as he struggles to meet Vex’ahlia’s gaze, feels Percival’s heart speed faster, his breath quicken, his skin prickle at her proximity. Orthax catalogues the familiar sensations impassively. This is what they call “attraction,” he observes, or more specifically, “lust.” Percival experiences it often enough in her presence.

Orthax takes a moment to consider.

He supposes she’s comely enough. He’s possessed enough humanoids to know that she’d be considered attractive by their standards--she certainly meets his host’s criteria. But that’s not what draws Orthax to her.

It’s the fierce intelligence in those snapping brown eyes. (Orthax has no use for dullards. It’s why he chose this particular prey, of course. Yes, the gaping wounds of grief and vulnerability in Percival’s psyche were what first caught his attention, but all that destructive genius? All that awful creative potential? How could he have resisted?)

It’s that edge of ruthlessness in her, the one that comes flaring to the forefront as she haggles, wheeling and dealing and talking circles around her victims until she emerges victorious, smirking and satisfied. (It should go without saying, but Orthax cannot help but appreciate one so accomplished in the art of making deals.)

It’s those fascinating hints of darkness in her, the minute cracks in her facade offering teasing glimpses of the roiling insecurities and clawing hunger she normally keeps hidden under layers of bravado. (She hides it quite well. No one else seems to see it, save Percival--who only notices because he too relies on hiding behind a mask--and of course, Orthax, who specializes in creeping into the chinks in one’s armor.)

Honestly, it’s that last bit that’s so enticing to him. Orthax so loves the broken ones. He delights in poking at all their weak spots, testing their defenses until he finds the fulcrum point, the crack at which he can dig in, providing just enough leverage so that they open for him, so trusting and desperate.

Percival had barely been a challenge at all. He’d practically thrown open the door and laid down the welcome mat for Orthax, and then fairly forgotten about him for 3 whole years. But this woman...he had the feeling she’d be an interesting challenge.

Right now though, she was a threat. She had an unfortunate knack for pulling Percival back from the brink of unfettered violence and he was far too eager to please her. Orthax would not suffer another pulling the strings of his puppet.

But perhaps...perhaps this was an opportunity.

The endgame was so close that Orthax could taste it, his hunger intensifying even as his patience grew short. But even so, Orthax understood the value of playing the long game--the importance of contingency plans, the advantages of misdirection, the usefulness of hideaways from which he could not easily be purged. His host’s companions were growing ever more suspicious and it was only a matter of time before the truth would out. It might even come to a direct confrontation. He was dangerous, but even he could recognize that 7 against 1 were not great odds.

Should he be defeated, let them think they’d vanquished him for good. He could bide his time, hunkering deep within his vessel. He’d done it before.

But maybe this time, instead of stoking the fires of Percival’s vengeance, Orthax might instead fan the flames of his lust.

(It would be so easy. Percival’s imagination is quite vivid and his fantasies shame him so much that he does his level best to shove them down into the deepest, darkest parts of himself, convinced as he is that he is unworthy of her affections.

Orthax is Percival’s deepest, darkest parts.)

It would be so poetic if Percival’s weakness for her turned out to be the engineer of his downfall. If his hunger for her were the vehicle for which Orthax would eventually devour them both.

Well, no time like the present to start laying the groundwork for his retreat.

They would never see him coming.

This is an amazing start and I'm dying to see where this goes!

(PS Vienna Teng yes good)

Hello OP, I would like to subscribe to your newsletter. No plotbunnies, alas, I'm just the anon who prompted the "Vax/everyone including twincest" prompt above because I also want this like whoa.

Come on Critters, if SPN fandom can write literally tens of thousands of Sam/Dean fics, surely there can be a few (dozen) Vex/Vax.

Reset assured, nonnies, someone is working on the thing. :D

OP HERE

*heavy breathing*

IT'S EVERYTHING I DREAMED OF AND MORE

ORTHAX'S POV IS PERFECTION

*sets up tent, camp bed, pillows, and waits eagerly for more*

(Vax/Vex flashback smut with Vax/Keyleth and Vex/Percy non-smutty current. Playing with style a little bit here, sorry if it's wonky but I'm feeling experimental.)
***

There are many things unsaid between them, things they don’t need to say. Twins’ Intuition, people like to call it, but more than that there are things that nobody would ever want to hear said. Perhaps things nobody would ever believe.

Vax sees it from time to time, the slip of a girl that has grown into a woman so far beyond everything he’d ever wanted for her - her grace, her perfection, the first woman he’d ever truly loved. From the moment of their first shared breath they’d been forever intertwined, there was nothing he wouldn’t do for his sister.

Nothing. He would kill for her, bleed for her until he gasped his last breath, and use his final words to try to protect and provide for her.

He knows that she’s jealous of Keyleth, that she doesn’t even understand why every time she sees them together it’s like a knife her guts - it’s the same reason why the thought of Percival touching her fills him with sourceless rage. Before Vox Machina it was only them, they were their own world unto themselves intertwined in every possible way. Together, they ran. Together they scraped and trained and when the nights grew cold and long they clung to each other fiercely.

There are multitudes within them, multitudes between them, and sometimes when she looks at him he feels the guilt of the things unsaid that have had their time and passed.

“Brother,” she said more years ago than he cares to remember in a time both after the dragon and before the Conclave; “would you-”

She didn’t have to ask, she never had to ask. The inn was warm despite the winter chill, their bed thick with fresh ticking and the fire burning low. Trinket, the small bear that he was already well along to growing into the beast he would become, laid curled in front of it sleeping. Vax went to her, forgoing his shift to slide under blankets with her. Her smooth, warm skin melded with his almost seamlessly; her back pressed to his chest, long braid pulled over her shoulder so that his lips could meet the soft curve of her neck.

It wasn’t the first time, it wouldn’t be the last time, but it was a lonely evening when they just needed to feel loved. Needed to feel wanted.

“Yes, Sister,” he murmured against her flesh, nimble fingers caressing her skin down her side and then across her belly.

There was a fresh scar on her hip and his fingers traced it reverently. He’d see that scar a thousand times in days and years to come and recall how she had whimpered and squirmed when he touched it, how she’d whispered; “Please, please have me.”

He doesn’t hear that voice anymore, that scared young woman who cried when he touched her, who laughed and then sobbed as her body began to move with his, teasing him intentionally. He never minded that she liked to blame him for it, liked to swear that he was a pervert who should know better than to touch her like that even as she moaned his name and begged for more. She couldn’t admit that she wanted it perhaps even more than he did, though he knew he was equally to blame.

His fingers dipped lower, following the curve of her inner thigh until she shivered under the thick blankets, before caressing her sex. He barely shifted his fingers around the tight little dark curls on her mound, listening to each small breath as she opened herself to him, asking for what she desperately needed; “Please, Vax…”

He caressed the softness of her delicate lips, sliding his middle finger along her warm cleft to draw up her wetness before dancing circles across and around the tiny little button that made her quiver in his embrace. “Yes…” she panted, grinding back into him, “don’t stop. Not yet… oh gods-I’m-I’m…”

His free hand wormed underneath her, barely clasping over her mouth in time to hold back her cries as she bit at his fingers mercilessly. “Good girl,” he moaned against her ear, sliding his hardness along her ass and then between her thighs, letting himself enjoy the way she squeezed them tight around him as she came, taking far too much pleasure in the sweet nectar that dripped onto his manhood when his fingers shifted lower to plunge into her.

He wonders sometimes if Percival can make her come like that, if his dainty nobleman’s hands scored with battle scars can have her undone so readily or if that’s something reserved just for the touch of someone that ought not be touching. He knows that no matter how sweet the lovers he’d had since, nothing has felt the way she did.

Her nails clawed at his hip, urging him into her, her wet thighs opened even as his fingers drove into her hard and fast. “Brother - please…” she moaned when he dared to move his hand from her mouth, content that she’d not alert the next room to their taboo interlude. “I want-”

He withdrew his fingers then, sheathing his cock inside her before she could finish, her words becoming a broken sob. The first time she had cried and he had panicked, the guilt had eaten at him and driven him away for days, he’d taken everything from her, he thought. When he’d returned, she’d begged him to do it again.

Does she cry for Percival? He can’t help but think she wouldn’t, she would feel no shame in laying with him who looked so different from herself. Vax shudders to think of it, but when he watches Keyleth sleeping in his bed, part of him can’t help but imagine his sister on top of her new lover - she must be triumphant in her conquest, in her desire.

She never looked at him when they made love, he buried his face in her throat and adored her with soft kisses and whispered platitudes in her ear; “I love you so much. You’re so beautiful, so precious, so perfect.” He thrust into her slowly, filling her, completing their seamless union where skin met skin and their bodies truly ceased being twins and became one in the same. “I love you, Sister.”

She moaned for him then, the shudder claiming them both as she met each thrust as a perfect mirror. This time when his hand clasped her mouth there was no aggressive bite, his fingers instead filled her mouth and three-full and she sucked at them eagerly.

It never lasted long, not when she was so warm and inviting and clamped down on his cock when she came, spreading the fresh wetness until it slicked his thighs once - twice - as he rubbed at her clit with each hard slap of his hips on her ass. “Just a little more, darling,” he panted, already feeling the ache in his balls making his body throb from head to toe. “Gods you’re so slippery.”

Her mouth opened and he thrust in his smallest digit, stretching her lips around them fully as she cried out and curved inward. Vax’s body followed her, shoving his cock as deep as he could, rooting inside his sister as though it had always been intended to be until she shook in his arms again.

Does Percival spill his seed inside her? Would she be the bearer of DeRollo children? Perhaps after the time of the dragons was over. He would do the same Keyleth, should she wish, if she was ready for that in her life. They move a different speed together, one he’s never had with any love in his life, but it’s good. It feels special and fresh.

He couldn’t bring himself to fill her, no matter how dire the temptation, how good he knew it would feel to root into her and let go of that lingering passion. He withdrew in a fluid action, and then shoved his cock between her slick thighs, crying out when she clamped down around him and rocked her hips to stroke out that last needy thrust as he spread his seed across her skin. Stifling his cries against her back, he wrapped himself around her then and held her.

Vax held his sister as she panted, and then cried. He smoothed out the stray curls at her temples, he kissed her shoulder and whispered that everything would be okay, that they’d be together forever in any way she wished, that she was loved beyond love. Beyond flesh, beyond blood.

“Sister,” Vax says as she looks up from her arrow, testing the tension on a new bowstring as they prepare to head off for certain death yet again.

“What?” She rolls her eyes his direction, barely a glance before looking back to her target.

He approaches her, they’re alone and could be a little longer. “I love you,” he murmurs against her throat, one hand following her hip where a small divot hidden under taut leather was all that remained of her old scar, “always.”

She draws a deep breath, and for a second he’s certain time stops and that despite the years since he’d last touched her in a way he had no right to touch she too holds that desire they don’t dare speak of. “I know,” she answers without looking. The gooseflesh on her neck rises up, not from the Whitestone chill he’s certain. This time, she turns to him and for a brief moment their lips touch - an innocent kiss that only they know holds meaning. She looks at him with fondness, and then with sadness. She doesn’t pull away now as she has often over the years and the months and the days. “Is that all?”

The old tug still lingers, a kindling fire in his belly that he knows will never die. It would be easy in the moment to forget all that awaits them and return to old lonely world made of only their breath and their flesh. His hand falters and he leans into her, foreheads pressed close, identical eyes closed. “I’m sorry, for all of this. For the badness.”

“Don’t be.” Her voice softens, ice melting to cool water. He kisses her again, letting it linger until she pulls one step away. “The past is done.”

He nods, he knows. He’s known for a long time that what was done was done - they can’t undo any of it, nor can they douse the sparks that had once upon a time been a roaring fire. “Goodnight, Sister.”

The corner of her mouth twitches, and she casts a glance toward the castle where their friends wait for them to return. “Goodnight.” She raises her bow and he watches the lean perfection of her form, the deadly accuracy of her bow as the arrow glides through the air and slams into a tiny notch between loose stones he hadn’t even noticed before. As he turns to walk away, she calls back; “He’s good to me, I hope you know.”

“I know,” he answers, “you wouldn’t settle for anything but the best.”

She laughs and the sound carries him all the way to his bed, to where his woman waits for his touch and his soothing words. Some things were best left unsaid.

(OP here)

“At least you know your sister’s in good hands.”
Oh, this is a dangerous game, and oh, he wouldn’t have it any other way. Especially when one of Vax’s hands knots in his hair, yanking him into a brutal kiss. It’s that one tiny bit of assurance that Percy still sort of needs that Vax isn’t actually going to gut him like a kobold for being an asshole.
*fans self* Also like, I love that even in this intense moment Percy knows he hasn't pushed too far.

“We should leave you like this for when the mansion disappears, you whore. Let everyone see how the scion of Whitestone really likes to be treated.”
*gasps* Oooooooo ... yes yes yes, I was hoping for dialogue like this!

Vax just deliberately fucks into him ever harder. And Vax murmurs, “I’ll bet Orthax taught you to like this, didn’t he?”
It’s not something that came out under the zone of truth spell—gods know what did come out was damning enough—but Percy’s in no place to dissemble. He hears Vax’s shocked gasp as Vax realizes that he was right, and then feels the slow hot pulse of Vax spilling over into him, nails digging into Percy’s shoulders.
*gasps louder* WHOA! Omg ... oh my gods ... Vax that was dark ... and oh my gods THAT'S what sends him over the edge? Wow.
*fans self frantically*

“Do you spend a lot of time talking about sex toys with Shaun?” Vax sounds jealous.
Auuuuwww.

Percy very quickly realizes Scanlan’s aim and the purpose of the cleaning spell when Scanlan’s tongue starts lapping gently at his entrance. He lets out a hoarse shout and bucks up again, and Scanlan’s hands clamp down on his thighs with surprising strength.
Oh wow. Oh wow. Oh my goodness.

“Ask properly,” Grog says. “Don’t you have some kind of fancy noble word for this?”
I cannot WAIT for Grog's turn. He's having a lot of great dialogue in this fic.

“Is that what you wanted? You should have said so earlier. I’m bored now.” Scanlan’s head lifts.
Scanlan you bastard I love you.

Percy makes a disappointed noise and then yelps as Scanlan’s mouth closes over the head of his cock. “Mmmm. Vex, did you say he can come with this ring on, or not?”
“Go ahead and find out,” Vex says, and Percy howls as Scanlan takes him all the way in with one practiced swallow.
“Gods,” Vax says, apparently very impressed.
This fic ... this fic is so damn good.

“Oh,” Pike whispers, and Percy feels her close, her little fingers beginning to comb through his hair. It’s a sweet gentle gesture compared to Scanlan’s ruthless hard sucks. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to coming, but the ring around his base seems to sense it and tightens correspondingly, leaving him gasping. “Scanlan, he’s so close.”
“I can tell,” Scanlan says, lifting his head. He blows gently across Percy’s cock, the air cool against Percy’s spit-slick skin. “Which means it’s time to stop.”
I'm gonna faint. Ye gods. This fic. You ... whoever you are, please know you're a great writer and I thank you profusely for this fic.

YES GOOD PERFECT

(Hee, I was actually listening to that song for ~inspiration~ for another fic I'm writing. Then I heard those lyrics, sat straight up and was like, "THAT IS PERFECT FOR THE SIN THAT I AM WRITING RIGHT NOW." :P)

Thank you for the EXCELLENT inspiration. My writing muse is terribly fickle but your prompt straight up WALLOPED me in the id AND HERE I AM. I'm enjoying myself immensely with this. I have so many plans. >:D

Not the OP, but the other anon above who posted above about wanting this.

YES GOOD EXCELLENT IT'S SO HOT AND BREATHTAKING AND ALL OF VAX'S THOUGHTS ARE SO DELICIOUS AND PERFECT

I am DELIGHTED I was able to prompt something that you found so inspiring. EVERYBODY WINS.

I think most everyone here owns their kinks; anonymity just adds to the fun. I know if I always knew who I was writing for and who was writing for me it would get a bit stale. This way it's like an extended fic exchange like Yuletide or something.

(Also I am a teeny bit scared of the cast finding the meme, I confess.)

OP here THANK YOU! THAT WAS PERFECT!!

1) Can't wait for the next installment

And

2) if I could make a request: please make the final chapter the after-care. Without closing this with love this story will be undone.

(Writer-anon)

There will be aftercare for everyone in the different ways they need it, and Scanlan bragging about how brilliant he is to have a magic sex dungeon, don't you worry.

I'm a few parts ahead with writing versus posting, because I'm trying to have semi-regular updates, so I've got it sorted. I may have done less planning for genfic that I've written!

(OP here)

I concur with the other anon person who asked before, aftercare would be lovely! But like don't feel pressure. I know this time of year is very busy for people. Write and post when you can, I'll check in regularly regardless.

Eee. I didn't get replies after posting this (damn you DW) and I'm glad you dug it!

*blush* Thank you! <3 Glad working slightly out of my comfort zone worked out well.

So glad you enjoyed it, OP! I was worried I was too far out of my comfort zone and it would come off the opposite of what I was going for.

yesss, you caught the spn ref there too. this fandom, so far, is very. sfw!

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CR Campaign One: Vox Machina era (characters)

See Me At My Worst, 6/? (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)

Re: Percy/Orthax/Vex, temptation

Re: Percy/Orthax/Vex, temptation

VEX/VAX INCEST

Demons, Desires, and Dark Sides (1/?)

Re: Demons, Desires, and Dark Sides (1/?)

Re: VEX/VAX INCEST

Re: VEX/VAX INCEST

OP Re: Demons, Desires, and Dark Sides (1/?)

Fill: "Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood" (Vax/Vex)

Re: See Me At My Worst, 6/? (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)

Re: Fill: "Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood" (Vax/Vex)

Re: Demons, Desires, and Dark Sides (1/?)

Re: OP Re: Demons, Desires, and Dark Sides (1/?)

Re: Fill: "Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood" (Vax/Vex)

Re: OP Re: Demons, Desires, and Dark Sides (1/?)

Re: Percy/Orthax/Vex, temptation

Re: Fill: "Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood" (Vax/Vex)

Re: See Me At My Worst, 6/? (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)

Re: See Me At My Worst, 6/? (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)

Re: See Me At My Worst, 6/? (Percy/Vox Machina, NC-17)

Re: Fill: "Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood" (Vax/Vex)

Re: Fill: "Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood" (Vax/Vex)

Re: Fill: "Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood" (Vax/Vex)

Re: VEX/VAX INCEST