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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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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?"

A surprised (and muffled) grunt from him at the sudden flip. Then a startled yelp. He stares at her over his shoulder, wide-eyed. This sort of play is clearly new to him; whatever he's done with Hythlodaeus never included this.

It's confusing. It's arousing - because she's holding his cock? He isn't sure. But it isn't unpleasant so he doesn't try to put a stop to it.

He nearly speaks again but presses his lips together at the last moment. This must be why safe words are used, he realises. For situations like this that get out of hand. Opting to trust Irhya not to go too far, he puts his head down meekly (as meekly as someone like him can anyway) and waits.

If he expects her to do it again, the strike never comes. Truthfully, she isn't certain about the nature of his reaction, hesitating to continue.

She does, however, quite like the position she's put him in, and so leans over him, pressing kisses into his back and shoulders as she rubs his cock to make it clear she's done with the spanking part. They'll have to work on that, perhaps -- maybe he can come to enjoy it with a little help? A thought for later, at any rate.

"Ha ha... I must say I enjoy this view," Irhya says, nuzzling into the back of his neck, as far up as she can reach given the height difference. "It might be borrowed, but it's still very nice." The other hand joins in on stroking him, leaving her weight to be supported by him, at least for a while. It will probably push him somewhat uncomfortably into the arm of the couch, but he can live with it for a little while. "If you're good about this... maybe next I'll let you have me."

He voices muffled assent, shifting slightly at the uneven distribution of weight. Though faint, his breathing hitches and becomes a fraction more laboured the longer she strokes his cock. It's easier than usual to get him aroused again with the arrow's effects still coursing strongly through him.

While she's occupied, he mulls over what she might like. What she might be seeking out of this. Hythlodaeus had enjoyed Hades pushing back and being honest with his desire. He had thought Irhya wanted his complete obedience, but perhaps that isn't quite right...? The silence IS a little unsettling.

He angles his head to watch her out of the corner of his eye again. Licks his lips. If he speaks then he gets 'punished'. He should expect it, not shy from it. "Having the First Emperor of Garlemald at your mercy must be quite the sight indeed," he murmurs.

Irhya laughs lightly, whispering into his neck. "Yes, you could say it's kind of fun having the big powerful emperor to do what I please with..."

Her hand around his length tightens, stroking faster and harder than before. It's nothing if not a reward. "To say nothing of the big powerful Ascian. But I think you knew that already."

She hasn't forgotten about keeping him quiet, but it's just too much fun to banter with him. Finally lifting herself from his back, she kneels behind him instead, murmuring the command to stay put, while letting her other hand join the first, rolling his balls in her fingers.

He swallows past a tight throat, eyes glazing over as her hand sends ripples of heat through his core. As she bids, beyond a slight shift to keep the blood circulating through his legs, he does not move.

"Mayhap I could...make one of those rings," he suggests thickly. "The ones from that city - they restrict the flow of blood to the loins and prevent orgasm, since I have no geas to stop me from doing so here. Then my pleasure would be at your behest...and not a second sooner."

Edited 2022-08-21 17:14 (UTC)

"Perhaps you could," Irhya replies, "but do it for next time. I enjoy making a mess of you, particularly when you've so much energy to burn."

She vaguely recalls using one before, though whether it was on Hades or someone else, she can't remember. And it's certainly not the first time one of them has been on an aphrodisiac, either... but seeing as he won't be next time, she figures she might as well savor what she can wring from him. That, and she hasn't the patience right now when the burgeoning need to take is starting to weigh on her as well.

Her hands speed up, putting in a little more effort to get him off a second time. "But look at you, making suggestions for your own future torment! You've come a long way."

The quiet moan he emits is more for her benefit than an inability to keep it to himself. The speed of her hand suggests that she isn't planning to take him herself just yet. Frustrating though it is, he shuts his eyes and continues to hold still as the fire in his groin builds anew.

"I enjoyed it," he whispers between laboured breaths. "When I couldn't have you until your say-so, even though I wanted you... For a little while, I felt something past all the pain. And I know how it arouses you to see me in such a wanton state, too. You ache even now...do you not?"

He lets out a breathy laugh that ends with a cut-off whimper. The muscles in his stomach tighten, heralding the orgasm to come. "Imagine: this mighty Ascian, sorcerer of eld, flushed and wanting for a mere mortal. Though she rides him until her own pleasure is spent, he can do naught but watch and wait and want--"

Suddenly he lets out a soft cry and jolts into her hand. Once again, more of a mess made upon her couch to add to that already drying on his skin.

Yet he still wants more.

Did he just...?

She's glad his back is to her, because she ends up staring owl-eyed at him for a solid few seconds before backing off and letting him straighten up. Gods, that dirty talk... why can't he do that under normal circumstances?

"Aha," Irhya says intelligently. "I see I haven't sufficiently rutted you into speechlessness quite yet. You're getting a little ahead of me."

Gently, she guides him to lie on his back again, occupying his lips with her own. She does like it when he speaks; she likes it entirely too much, and it's changing her whims. Settling on his thighs, she lays her stomach over his, pressing his erection between their bodies and paying the mess no mind.

"Though perhaps there's a spell out there that can achieve such a thing. Or a potion. Might be worth investigating," she says with a grin when she's done kissing him. "Huhu... but the idea is to wring as much as I can out of you now, while you've got all this extra energy. I'm not gonna stop at just one this time."

He voices a muffled sound against her lips, staring up at her breathlessly after she pulls away. His hand slides down her back, resting against her pelvis. Will she finally have him now? The second orgasm has made him far more pliant and he watches her through lidded eyes, content to lie where he is for now.

"Where is the fun in a completely silent partner?" he murmurs languidly. "You wouldn't be able to hear them try and fail to suppress their pleasure, as I tried to earlier."

"Very true. Just hearing you struggle to keep it together is... mmm..." She brushes her lips against his jaw. "And you're so much more honest about it now! Hythlodaeus has trained you well."

Using her hand to press his erection up lengthwise across her entrance, she grinds on it, dragging her hips back and forth. Trying to make him impatient by taking her sweet time, perhaps.

"I love listening, you see. The breathy noises, the barely swallowed sounds, the strained moans... there's so much to gain from reacting positively that some people take for granted."

"Hythlodaeus has--?" His indignant (albeit half-hearted) protest is cut off by a sharp intake of breath. His thoughts scramble to reassemble and he swallows, trying again: "'Daeus...he..."

He knows what Hythlodaeus would say. That he was good for behaving, for being honest with his desires. Like Hythlodaeus, Irhya seems to enjoy watching him unravel - although she also appears to be far more impatient with herself than his old friend.

Reaching up to cup her cheek, he murmurs, "Do that again. Please?"

Irhya grins, pleased with the request. So she does, lining her clit up with the head of his cock and grinding in a way that they'll both enjoy, bearing down and making a low humming sound that almost, almost sounds like a purr.

The enthusiasm alone is leaving her out of breath. Her hips still moving, she says, "Ah, but you're so delightfully honest when you're coming undone," and brushes her tail over his leg in an involuntary motion. "What'll you do if I get off first?"

"Complain," he replies haggardly. "But it would be just like you to leave me wanting. Hythlodaeus does much the same."

Such are the unfortunate perils of making love to them.

"Although I would enjoy seeing you come undone before me," he adds slowly. "Made to watch instead."

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