isleofavalon | February open log

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final fantasy xiv: emet-selch

February open log

🧙 WHO: Emet-Selch and anyone
⚔️️ WHAT: Coming out of a sleep (canon update) and throwing himself into quests to distract himself from new memories
🕒 WHEN: Throughout February
🗺️ WHERE: See prompts
⚠️ WARNINGS:
- Possible sexual content in the arrow threads.
- Potential spoilers for Endwalker, let me know if you are fine with them or not.

1. G(lacial)-Warriors 🗡️ (Knight quest)

A quest is just what he needs to take his mind off the plethora of revelations to come from his day of forced slumber - and what better way than to go out and hit something until it falls to pieces? He takes his gunblade, his horse, and the provisions provided by Camelot to all knights embarking on this particular journey. In typical fashion, he does not bother to ask around and see if anyone would like to join him. No, he wants the time to himself to sort out his thoughts.

Yet nothing is ever that easy, is it? He's ambushed by one of the I.C.E. constructs as he nears the spot. His horse rears up in alarm, throwing him from the saddle before bolting into the trees. Emet-Selch lands with a painful thud into a bank of snow. Fortunately, the gunblade strapped to his back seems in order. Unfortunately, the ICE is advancing on him and he's having trouble getting out of the snow.

Help?

(ooc: Existing CR are free to assume they accompanied him from the start if they want.)

2. Serve, Save, Slave, Slay...Some Sushi 🗡️

The sushi monster is no easier to slay than the I.C.E. as Emet-Selch discovers much to his chagrin. What does a man have to do to get some relatively simple knight quests??

The...creature(?) fires a round of pellets at him which has him diving into a rolls to avoid. He comes up into a crouch just in time to parry one of the sharp green swords it wields, quickly getting his feet beneath him before the second can slice him in half. He's been at it for a few minutes by now, focus utterly consumed by the opponent before him. He's growing tired though and the thing still doesn't look like it plans to give up.

"Ridiculous thing," he seethes. "And me, reduced to using these inferior magicks... I should have asked Irhya for a greatsword instead of a gunblade."

He fires off a round and its ricochet echoes throughout the forest. Even if the sound doesn't draw attention, the eerie blue after-image of the shot is worth attention.

(ooc: Existing CR are free to assume they accompanied him from the start if they want.)

3. I See You, Opening! 🛡️

Well of course, Emet-Selch doesn't want anything to do with these tricksy arrows and their dubious effects. But other people may have no such qualms. Perhaps you want to see this sour-looking man pour his heart out to one of his associates. Or perhaps you want to make him suffer by tasting nothing but chocolate for two weeks. Anything goes. ~~Really. Anything.~~

If shooting: Please nominate which arrow you're shooting him with. I'm happy to write custom starters if you want.

If encountering him after he's been shot: Please nominate which effect you want for him. Again, I can write a custom starter if that's preferred.

4. Wildcard

If you have some ideas, feel free to send me a PM or leave a comment on the CR meme.

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"Under normal circumstances I'd say yes, definitely, but don't we at least count as friends with benefits by now?" She says, that smirk not going away. He must know what's coming, whether he asks for it or not. "It's not that weird for people to come calling for sex as long as you ask first."

Of course, her lifestyle is quite a bit different than his -- booty calls are not uncommon amongst the most pent-up adventurers. Some people are just the type to need it every once in a while. She's sent and answered those types of calls before, herself.

"Come on. Cold skin isn't pleasant. I'd like to warm you up a bit first."

He could think of more miserable ways to wait out the arrow's effects, he supposes, although that doesn't mean he's any happier about being forced to find relief. For Irhya's sake however, he masks his irritation and snorts.

"Oh yes? Tell me: how, exactly, do you plan to warm me up?" He snags her waist with an arm and draws her to his side, eyeing her slyly. He is only partially dressed, chest bare to the elements.

"You've accepted your fate pretty quickly," she remarks with a laugh. "I'd have been worried if you kept complaining about it."

Removing her cloak and tossing it over his head, she figures it'll at least keep him from freezing to death before they get there. She's in a long-sleeved knit sweater underneath, so she'll be fine. "As for how, I think you've figured it out already. Unless you plan to bemoan that too?"

"I do enjoy your company, you know. I simply wish it were in better circumstances."

He is grateful for the cloak even if he makes no mention of it, tugging it a little more snugly about his shoulders.

"We haven't shared a bed all that often since arriving here, have we?" Not compared to Felih at least.

That makes her smile a little, even though she's tugging at her sleeves. "No, I suppose not," she replies, thinking back to the last place they were stuck in. At that time, it was near constantly, but here... "It's nice not having to be under that quota pressure all the time, too. Maybe we don't do it as often, but it makes things sweeter when we do come together, I think."

Climbing over a snowbank instead of taking the long way around to the corner of the walkway, Irhya unlocks her door and ushers him inside, surprisingly disinclined to pounce the second he gets inside as usual. This time, she decides, it's going to be slow and leisurely... inasmuch as she can do slow and leisurely. It has been a little while, after all.

He steps in, relaxing a little as the outdoor chill eases. "I have been experimenting a little with 'Daeus," he confesses after she shuts the door. He starts to shrug off her cloak, growing conscious of the slow resurgence of his unwilling arousal. "He is rather..."

He falters, trying to think of a word that isn't 'sadistic'.

"I can think of many fitting words you could put there," she says with a laugh, thinking back to that one time in the clothing store. "What a riot he is. I love it."

Maybe Duplicity really did change him for the better in some ways. There are many facets of him that will never change no matter how many eons pass, but him growing a little more comfortable with intimacy might've been the silver lining to it all.

"And what have you been experimenting with, if I may ask? Anything fun?" Irhya leans into his back and presses her lips against the center of his shoulders, as high as she can reach on tiptoe. "Perhaps I could take a leaf of inspiration or two from him..."

He huffs, covering her hands with his own as he speaks over his shoulder. "He has surprisingly punitive streak. Not a few moons ago, I made a jest about punishing him for his transgressions and he-- ah, he suggested that perhaps I would enjoy such treatment instead. So I...allowed him to try."

He grows warmer, recalling how Hythlodaeus had so easily and naturally filled the role. "If you would like to try such a play yourself then I would not be averse to it. Or mayhap there is something else you wish to try?"

"Oho..."

She presses a smirk to his skin. That can certainly be arranged, but to do it exactly like Hythlodaeus is no good. She'll have to put some sort of spin on it. Like perhaps...

"All right, then. Go sit down. Hands at your sides -- and no touching anything until I say you can. Not me, not yourself, nothing."

The touch evaporates, and Irhya grins, moving around him in a small rush of cool air. "We'll see how long you can handle that instruction, first and foremost."

His hand falls to hang by his side again as he watches her circle with a curious, hungry gaze. No touching... Of course. This will be different to that time when she had compelled him to accept his bondage however. This will be voluntary.

"Not even to undress?" He takes a seat in the nearest couch or armchair, keeping his hands flat on the seat.

"You're already undressed, and I can take care of my own perfectly well. In fact..."

Flipping the oversized sweater over her head is a quick and easy gesture as she leaves it on the floor to collect later, diving in to lean possessively over him with one knee up on the couch next to his and one hand on his shoulder.

"I don't suppose you'd like a show, would you?" Irhya says demurely.

"A show?" he repeats, eyebrow raised. There's a faint smirk on his lips. "Well, if you're offering, I'm hardly going to say no."

No movement. No touching. Is she going to do a lap dance? He's had women try to before, in other lives, although he has never cared much for them. Perhaps with Irhya it will be different.

Irhya pauses to assess. To be honest, she isn't much for shows, either, but if she can spin some sort of intrigue into it...

He may not be allowed to touch, but she takes advantage of the fact that she is, making accidental-on-purpose light grazes across his skin as she moves. She starts by removing her bra, and while she could just lean over and let him get a faceful, she opts for something a little less brazen, bending back so that when the cover falls away, her breasts are settled upon her ribcage. Just for a little additional teasing, she runs a hand over them, right down the middle of her chest as she comes back to center.

...But she probably shouldn't spend too long up here. He never struck her as having a preference for breasts. Definitely more of a legs and arse kinda guy, regardless of the gender of who he's looking at.

Using her tail for balance, she goes for her skirt and panties too, having to stand up again to get them fully off. But once she does, she's right back straddling his lap, coming close enough that he can almost certainly feel her body heat in all the right places.

"I'm really no good at lap dances, anyway," she laughs quietly into his ear, nipping on the lobe while her tail tickles against his leg. "But I'll put on a good show nonetheless. Just you watch."

His ear grows warm from the attention. He wets his lips, his hand twitching as if to rise before he forces it back in place. Although she's right in that he has no specific preference for breasts, he still enjoys the lean of her soft and supple body.

"All I can do right now is watch," he murmurs back. "You don't need to impress me, Irhya. Do what gives you pleasure. I shall strive to obey your every whim until then."

But I do, her hesitation says, just like the look on her face. The gentle reassurance makes her bite her lip unexpectedly; it almost, almost smothers her desire to be rough with him at all, but she manages to snap back up quickly enough that it doesn't die off completely.

Irhya breathes in to say something in return, then changes her mind, at least for now. Pressing herself up against him, she lets her face fall into the crook of his shoulder and inhales his scent, tainted by ice and river water though it is.

"I'm really going to kick your arse one of these days," she growls, pinning his shoulder in place while her hand ventures towards his lower half, teeth sneaking out to scrape at his skin. "You can't just talk like that to me while I'm trying to put on a show!"

Suddenly, gravity shifts, and she moves him sideways so that he's lying down flat on his back, with her sitting astride his hips. The hand that isn't toying with the notion of curling around him below comes to brush a thumb across his lips, then starts to prod with her first two fingers to try and insist them into his mouth.

"So you know what? No more talking."

Poised to offer a response, her fingers give him pause. After a moment, his lips part and he sucks on the proffered digits silently while his steady gaze rests upon her face. The chill from the river has all but dissipated now; his arousal presses stiffly between them, wanting her or her hand - whichever she will deign to give.

I will trust you, his eyes seem to say. No movement from him, no speech.

She smiles at him, not too saccharine as to be insincere, and uses her other hand to make frustratingly light touches and sweeps across his member. When she does finally wrap her hand around it, it is with a loose grip -- he's not going to get what he wants that easily, but nor does she want to spend too long on teasing him, either.

"Must be irritating, huh? You can't talk, you can't reach out. But you want it. You want it so much, and yet you're powerless to achieve anything."

Pressing her lower body down harder against where her hand is curled around him, she takes her grin to his ear to murmur into it some more.

"Don't worry. I won't leave you in suspense too long. Fortunately, I'm sure you know I don't have that kind of patience. But I do want to at least make the most of this while I have it."

Suddenly, her grip tightens, and she makes a strong stroke upward, pulling the skin taut. She has to wonder if the dirty talk does anything for him, though, so she glances at his face for a reaction, just to be sure.

His breathing grows heavier around her fingers. Her feathery touches give rise to a heat beneath his skin that prickles all the way down. She doesn't have Hythlodaeus' patience, it's true, but she has his friend's mischievous streak. Her words don't light quite the same fire but that doesn't mean he burns with any less desire for her.

The sudden pull draws a startled moan from the back of his throat and a jerk of his hips. His fingers dig into the couch. Chest heaving, his dilated pupils stare intently at her. He voices inarticulate sounds...a token effort to speak past her restrictions.

"Oh, you're very excited, aren't you," she croons when he reacts so enthusiastically, starting a slow series of strokes. "And to think you've been like this since the arrow hit you... how ever were you planning to make it back in that state?"

Her words have a certain air of haughtiness to them, one she drives in by retrieving her fingers and caressing the side of his face with them, then working a trail down his neck and chest. The look on her face is sly to match; since he's trying very hard to be obedient, she may as well throw him a bone.

So she lifts his leg and, with the fingers that had been in his mouth prior, starts to go into his arse, hoping to get him going from the inside -- an art she's sure Hythlodaeus must have perfected by now as well.

"A-ah--!"

The sound escapes him involuntarily. He immediately clamps his mouth shut, biting hard on his lower lip. His body is rigid with tension, back arching slightly off the couch cushions as her fingers stroke along the prostate. Gods, please, he thinks. His chest heaves as he tries to breathe. How could he have possibly imagined making it home and dealing with this alone?

"Ir--" He groans in frustration, ending on what embarrassingly sounds like a whimper. His eyes can't quite focus on her as he gazes upwards.

She makes a sound of delight at how he squirms. At least he's trying not to speak, like she told him -- but it's hard to decide whether him trying is the more fun option or not. Perhaps she should make it harder to hold on, she thinks with a grin.

The fingers inside of him double down, pressing a little harder with each successful stroke. The hand on the opposite side of him lets go of his erection to rub at his stomach, just to make it that little bit harder to really get off on what she's doing.

"Ah?" Irhya's ears twitch. "Don't slip up. You never know what might happen if you do..."

The change provides some relief. Some. The arrow's effects course through him unabated no matter how much he pants but her finger, of course, is relentless. His hands tremble where they grasp the couch and it remains a great temptation to use them.

"Ahh... Ahh!" A particularly pleasant thrill shoots up his spine. The head of his cock glistens with pre-cum. Sweat leaves a faint sheen on his skin. Just a little more. He can feel his nerves scrabbling at the edge but she holds him back from it.

No movement. No speech. But he wants, oh, he wants, and he cannot have it until she says so. In his mind's eye Hades recalls another smiling cattily at him as they did the same, idly stroking him until he begged. His glazed, tawny eyes slide over Iryha's face, seeing some of his old friend's humour in her grin.

He takes a moment to think. Then moves his knee a fraction outward. Fuck me, the posture says. She must be as aroused as he is by now, surely?

"Ha," Irhya laughs, "you're trying every trick in the book to get me to cave, you know that? We're doing this on my time. And besides, even if I did, you'd completely ruin the experience by cumming the second I sat on you. So, first..."

His wordless pleading does cause her to at least go harder on his prostate, hard and fast enough to coax him into an orgasm. It's unlikely the arrow will offer him relief at just one, though -- and therein lies the fun part. She can do this over and over again until it's run its course.

The fact of the matter is that yes, she is more than a little turned on by all this, but she's denying herself for now in favor of tormenting him at least once over before she partakes. Brushing her lips against the hollow of his cheek, the gesture seems like an entreaty for him to let the orgasm take him.

He can't hold on, he can't--

He gasps. The orgasm breaks over him and rushes through with a shudder. He feels the warm, wet mess he's made of himself even though he can't see it, and briefly regrets the clean-up they'll have to do later. But with its release finally comes some relief and he sighs as the tension in his body eases. It's not completely gone - not close to gone at all - but he lets himself float on the high while it lasts.

In the midst of it, he briefly forgets himself and murmurs, "Irhya..."

Edited 2022-07-11 13:55 (UTC)

Under the pretense of a kiss, Irhya leans in -- and instead nips at his lower lip, hard enough for her to taste blood.

"Oh, I know it was an accident," she says, "but rules are rules. I told you not to, you did it anyway. So we're going to have to fix this."

Lifting herself off of him, she uses her brute strength to flip him over, only getting back on the couch when he's lying with his cheek to the arm of the chair. She holds his hips up high from behind, one hand reaching for his cock to play with it while the other smacks him on the arse, very abruptly.

"I'm not one to beat you senseless. But mayhap a little pain mixed with your pleasure will snap you back to reality?"

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