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KATYA LAUGHED AS HE TAPPED the side of her head and accused it of being filled with nothing but sex and liquor. As if he wasn't the one getting into the bathtub with his injured lover and getting turned on by her pain.

How ridiculous.

"Riiiight 'cause your head is so filled with sugar and fluff-" she scoffed, moving her head to get her horn out of his teeth.

"Stop gettin' horny at my pain, you monster," she huffed at him playfully, smacking one of his thighs as she shifted carefully to get more comfortable and to take some of the weight off of her sore hips.

"I'm pre-bannin' you from my next bath time. You're so mean to me. I'm sufferin' and in pain and all you can think about it how hot it is that my body is fallin' apart..." she sniffled, pretending to be upset about it.

But anyone could tell she wasn't. She could never be upset about such a small thing. Not when it came to Puck. Never when it came to him.

" - and I'm fillin' your claws down so you can't use them next time we fuck too!" she declared, splashing a hand on the water to make it extra dramatic.

            ❝  𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐌𝐄  ？   ❞   Already,  his  thumbs  pushed  into  her  shoulders  a  little  harder  than  necessary  ;  not  out  of  malice,  not  really  anyway,  but  to  play  along  with  her  teasing  instead.

Still,  a  pout  formed  on  his  lips  ⸻  as  if  her  completely  accurate  observation  had  offended  him  somehow.

           ❝  I  am  being  romantic,  not  perverted.  Understandable  that  you  would  confuse  the  two,  considering  your  mind  belongs  in  the  gutter  just  as  much  as  mine.  ❞

A  single,  clawed  finger  tapped  the  side  of  Katya's  head.  ❝  Nothing  in  there  at  all  but  cunnilingus  &  alcohol.  So  sad  .  .  .  ❞

Then  Puck  broke  into  a  fit  of  laughter  at  his  own  playful  remark,  his  hands  returning  to  massage  her  shoulders.  He  nipped  at  the  horn  nudged  in  his  direction.

           ❝  Careful  .  .  .  ❞  he  purred,  ❝  If  you  say  the  word  dislocate  like  that,  I  might  get  excited.  Then  you  will  not  have  any  fun,  &  I  will  have  a  lot.  ❞

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absolutely gorgeous puck & @silvertiefling by @narcisseart !

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AN UNFAMILIAR HAND STARTS TO SQUEEZE HER throat and she croaks out before realizing whose it had to be - well. Not his physical hand of course. But the magic of a mage hand, or whatever it was spell casters called it. Every time it was explained to her she thought it was a spell definitely invented by the horniest bastard to ever touch the weave.

"A-Astarriiioooon," she whined, the sound half hearted. She wasn't panicked that he'd actually hurt her. At least not in a serious way - maybe in a fun way? But apparently he didn't appreciate her little trick when he had come running if this was what he was wasting his energy on.

What a cranky little vampire he was today.

　　　soo ..  he  heard  that  bloodcurdling  shriek.

　　　heard  it,  guffawed  at  spindly branches  above,  and  decided  he  could  tolerate  a  little  rain.    in  short:   the man  fled.    katya won’t  be  shocked  —  she  knows  astarion is  fickle,  only  ever out  for  number  one !     sure,  maybe  an  implication  had  once  been made  that  it  did  somewhat  sort  of  matter  to  him  whether  she  breathes  air  or  rots  beneath  the  soil,  but  what  use  in  dwelling  on  such  matters  now ??    there  is  a  hand  at  her  scrawny  nape  and  it  isn’t  his. the  fingers  are  closing  around, long enough for soft cool tips to meet on the other side.

　　　they  begin

　　　to

　　　S Q U E E Z E  ! ! !

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&&. katya is always so pleased with herself when someone's hrny because of her and mad because of it - she's so awful about it too like damn sorry guys shes not letting it go-

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qserasera.

otp sparring: nice

otp sparring until one of them has a back to the wall and a blade at their throat: excellent

the other person dropping their weapon and the otp is k i s s i n g: I WILL LIFT THIS TABLE AND FLI P IT

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DESPITE HOW WELL HE TRIED TO HIDE his irritation from her behavior, she could see the way his tail flicked back and forth and couldn't help but grin even wider, pointy teeth showing as she rejoiced in accomplishing her goal of annoying her poor devil of a husband.

"Aw - but aren't married couples supposed to share everythin'?" she asked, pretending to pout, always trying to get on his nerves some more.

She would give up on the idea for a kitten... for now. But she'd break him eventually. He'd give up and let her get one, if only to stop her annoying behavior and drive her attention elsewhere. Katya was incredibly good at getting on peoples nerves, and the proof of annoying this handsome devil only made that more apparent.

"First of all, I'm an alpha werewolf - I don't got no master. I am the master," she huffed, puffing out her chest a little, tempted to stick out her tongue but resisting the urge for the time being.

"Secondly, I am excellent with my fingers," she grinned again, wiggling her fingers in front of his face. They were nimble, scarred perhaps, but able to do many things. This was not the first time she had been sold to the hells - and one didn't survive in these kinds of places unless they learned to adapt.

However, her eyes narrowed at this new train of chat. Suspicions rising quickly.

"What's with the sudden questions 'bout my fingers?"

Folly. She couldn't nurture an imp, not that they needed it. They were nasty little creatures, but at least they were lawful, unlike kittens. Cats scratched and clawed at everything. Still better than a dog, however. Raphael could at least admire their tenacity and self reliance. How was it that his father forced his hand in marriage to a bloody werewolf!?

"Yes, my servants, Katya. Mine. Not yours. They do my bidding, and though I believe they would be competent enough to feed a kitten, they also tend to things far more important than little creatures sniffing about my house." She was stupid. His father had forced him to marry someone stupid. Mephistopheles knew everything he was doing, making sure that his son was driven mad!

He was wasting his energy on her, and his time. There were so many souls out there, being abandoned in turn for his attention being on her. Honestly, he should just shut her in a room and be done with it. There was also the Crown of Karsus that Raphael desperately still wanted to get his hands on...

That gave him an idea...

When Katya pressed herself forward, Raphael almost stepped back--almost. No, this was his house, he would not be pushed around by his little gremlin wife! Instead, he just looked down at her past his own chest, tail flicking in irritation.

The look that crossed his face at the idea of her touching him was one of pure disgust. "Perish the thought," he flatly said, expression hardening before it softened, his hand rising. "Speaking of kittens, however, they do tend to prowl in the shadows, an ever silent hunter, and they have very nimble fingers. I do wonder how good yours are. Or are you just as useless as any common hound? Bumbling around and sniffing their master's backside." His brow rose, a little smirk at the corner of his lips.

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KATYA WAS A TERRIBLY DOGGY. But she wasn't going to refuse the praise. Not when her tail was wagging so hard that it threatened to sprain. She shook a little, happy to get pat and praised before she cleared her throat and stepped back, huffing a little in embarrassment.

"M'not some lap dog-" she grunted half-heartedly.

But her tail still wagged.

"Anyway... lemme know when ya find out 'bout that ring, m'curious as to what it actually was, minor or not," she grumbled, arms crossed in an effort to stop her puppy like reactions - and to let Iago know she had been listening before short circuiting at the praise and pets.

It's a few beats longer before they look up again. "Hm?"

They ghost their thumb over the ring, prodding and poking for anything magic to come from it. A small enchantment, maybe, but nothing much- they can't be too disappointed since they're running out of room in their warded, locked, and semi-safe display cabinets anyway.

"It'll take a bit of tinkering to figure out just what it is," they start to explain. "Usually with a noble's item like this, there's at least a minor charm, illusory probably- or possibly a harmless, yet amusingly inconvenient curse depending on just how popular this individual was, but-"

They cut themselves off from rambling, remembering it very likely will fall on deaf ears. Pivoting, they pat Katya's head twice and simply reply, "Yes. Good doggy."

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“Kitten, you are my little cunnilingus! ❤️❤️❤️”

CONT'D FROM HERE.... / @bloodtwin

"MY PACK TOLD ME WHAT IT REALLY MEANS... and you're banned from my pub and also from me for a week you fuckin' bastard- "

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things katya greatly dislikes:

-> clothes -> shoes -> being subtle -> did i mention clothes-?

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Send "swat" to swat the tail away

TOUCH THE TAIL / @bloodtwin

-> Send "swat" to swat the tail away

KATYA FROWNED WHEN PUCK swat her tail away. It felt like a rejection, she was trying to be playful and he had the audacity to swat it away? What had she done to deserve that?

"Wow, so you hate me now or somethin'?" she huffed, looking grumpy, trying to hide her hurt feelings as she stood, keeping her tail to herself as she walked to the other side of the room, arms crossed.

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Play :3c

TOUCH THE TAIL / @havntedone

-> Send "play" to play with the tail

" ... MA'AM, that is my tail. Please respect my personal space-" Katya paused for a moment before cackling and then dropping her expression.

"- just kidding, take off your pants."

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TOUCH THE TAIL

Send "caress" to gently touch the tail

Send "swat" to swat the tail away

Send "wrap" to let the tail wrap around a part of your body

Send "play" to play with the tail

Send "accident" to accidentally pull on the tail

Send "violent" to violently pull on the tail

Send "tug" to playfully tug the tail

Send "lover" to caress the tail in a sensual manner

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"WHAT CAN I SAY? I have talented fingers," she chuckled, settling herself between his wings as he relaxed between her touch.

It was cute in a way, how pliant he became when he benefited from whatever touch was happening. It reminded her that he too had human in him. Something he could never quite erase no matter how hard he seemed to try.

She watched him get comfortable, using the strength in her hands to push and apply pressure to the parts of his back he could not reach near and between his wings.

She had gotten used to using her hands to relieve pressure and pain, being a werewolf came with a lot of aches and pains, the shifts of going from beast to person and back again no easy feat on a person's body. And she didn't like strangers touching her - so she had to learn to do it for herself, and her pack.

"I'm stealin' a sample from it anyway whether you permit it or not, dear," she cackled, sniffing the air gently as she moved closer, pressing her warm lips against the crook of his neck while his hands slid lower on his body.

Her own body taught now with anticipation for things to come.

"Mm... well, perhaps I wouldn't mind touchin' ya like this once in awhile when ya behave-" she teased quietly as her lips ghosted along his skin, her fingers digging in deeper when she found a particularly tough spot on his back.

She could tell herself that. Yes, there were meats on the platter that he'd been indulging in, before his mind had turned to pleasure. But any good person would have left immediately, or never entered in the first place. There was a little voyeur who liked to peek through the barrier, but that barrier could be turned to a proper door when Raphael wished for the utmost of privacy.

Katya still managed to sneak her way inside. Her sense of smell was strong, too, so she couldn't try and hide that. Her senses were likely as good as a devil's considering she was a werewolf. Bestial little creature, she was, she would have picked up on his arousal. Apparently there were two voyeurs in the House of Hope now.

Raphael's muscles were tense, and his eyes narrowed when he felt her hands at his shoulders. If only for a brief moment, before her hands tenderly pressed against his tense muscle. He generally did not enjoy the touch of another, unless he was in a mood. Even then, it was a selfish mood, all for himself.

Who was to say his wife couldn't ease those muscles of his, particularly where he couldn't reach when it came to the joints of his wings.

They loosened, and his eyes closed for a moment, his lips parting. "You've been keeping secrets, I see," he murmured. "Here I thought you'd be all thumbs." His wings shifted, spreading so that she could move in between them. "Come, then. Closer. If you behave, I might just give you a sample from my platter." He was a devil of fine tastes, of course, and would often have someone massage him or fix anything that was out of alignment. He worked long hours, and there was no rest for the wicked, especially an ambitious devil like Raphael.

His hand moved back down his belly, obsidian claws grazing over flesh beneath the waters. "The restoration fountain does wonders for a wound, but there is something the waters could never do, and that is replicate the sensation of physical touch."

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Cont'd from HERE. <3 / @bloodyarn

THE GIRL IS INNOCENT OF ALL CRIMES. Do not murder the cute little thing Katya - she doesn't understand, it's not her fault.

Katya took a deep breath, eyes closed as she drew on whatever little patience she had - which wasn't a lot, but it was at least something. Enough to keep her from slapping herself in the face at the idiocy.

"I'm- not like a switch... it's just a sayin' Babs, hells below... how did you make it to adulthood?"

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" ... " the wolf doesn't say anything. It cannot. But it is judging.

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Lust immortal, pain eternal. Revolution, symphony of pleasure. Open up your naked body. Surrender for my punishment. Slaver, between your legs. Begging for the salvation. Take my hand and join me. In this eternal damnation of lust.

—–Haarlep | ft. Raphael | Baldur’s Gate 3 | 21+ | © ——

—————————🦉 Loved by Owl 🦉—————————-

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my ecological romance