isleofavalon | 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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

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."

"Oh, I see where this is going," she says, lifting herself up again and backing off to settle on his thighs. With an impish expression, she licks her first two fingers in a deliberate motion for him to watch and opens her thighs, bending over a little bit so she can rub at herself slow to start with.

"All right, but can you handle a show without begging me to get on with it already?" Irhya says with a grin and a huff of breath, a reminder of the aphrodisiac still affecting him. "I have doubts that your self-control is that iron-clad."

"If that is your wish then what else can I do but try to comply?" he murmurs. She's right though: every pulse of blood brings a fresh, insistent wave of want with it, only made keener by her sudden distance. It seems to throb in his ears, ache in his joints. He wants her badly but he cannot allow himself to take her.

"May I remind you that you are not obligated to listen to my complaints? When you finally allow me to climax, I want to see nothing but stars."

"I'm not listening to the complaints, just the totally valid suggestions," she replies airily, hovering above him. "Though I am quite interested in hearing you beg, actually. I want you to really feel it, to give in to that hunger."

The back of her hand brushes against his skin as she works, the muscles in her abdomen flexing with the sensation. "But I suspect you won't give that up so easily, will you?"

"I don't want to give in easily," he breathes out. "I want to be at someone's mercy. Yours or Hythlodaeus'..."

Someone to treat him the way he does Felih. He likes control...but he also enjoys losing it - and rarely has he been in positions where he has felt comfortable ceding power to another.

His eyes flick down briefly as she pleasures herself, then back up to her face.

"Well, then," she says, cupping his face with one hand, "allow me to drive you crazy for a little while. One of the things I do best, I suppose."

Irhya doubles down and holds her breath, her legs trembling, though she manages to keep her focus on him by pulling one of his legs up and caressing the back of his thigh. "I usually prefer hard and fast, you know... but I guess this has its merits, too. Like watching your facial expressions change every now and then, or watching a part of you twitch because you want to move it. It's so cute."

"Mm, 'fast' would run counter to our desires here, but you can go as hard as you like. I am not made of glass; I won't break."

His eyes watch her steadily, drinking in the sight of her own facial expressions as she pleasures herself. Usually they would both be too occupied to observe this sort of thing, but watching her now renews his ache for action. His tongue unconsciously darts out to wet his lips and he bites down on the lower, struggling to stay still.

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