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Hello, my name is Olivine. I'm a priest of the God of Klein, and I enjoy helping others in my free time. I'm also a healer, so if you ever find yourself in need, please don't hesitate to seek me out for assistance or conversation or both.
I like to think myself quite easy to get along with, and I'm happy to make friends and acquaintances. I've been told I can be a little too optimistic sometimes, but I can't really help it. Ah, and I've been working on myself of late to become more self-confident, with the help of others around me.
For the moment, I'm just looking to make connections. If I can, I'd also like to find something to do with myself—I have experience with several creative endeavours.
I may not be able to offer much now, but I hope to become more helpful in the future. Please bear with me in the interim.
As I mentioned before, I'm a healer and a priest. I also know a fair bit of magic, at least how it works in my own world. On top of that, I enjoy painting and writing.
I have a penchant for trying new things, even when they may seem strange. I'm quite... resilient, when it comes to that.
Oh, I don't know. I like a lot of fantasy books, especially ones with intrigue and romance in them, as well as tomes and history books. I also quite enjoy church music, though... I suppose I just like music in general. Things that are pleasant to listen to and soothe the heart.
I haven't gotten a chance to experience much in the way of food, personally. I do love home-cooked meals and fresh breads, things that are flavourful and comforting.
Well... I think my ideal partner would be someone strong-willed, confident, and warm-hearted. Someone kind and understanding, who can accept me as I am.
Mm... and it wouldn't hurt if he was someone playful and a bit rough. I like it when I'm taken by surprise, in all senses of the word, by someone I trust. Of course... it's also best if they can handle a little playfulness in return.
WINE
.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES
CLOWNS
.03 SHOWER OR BATH
BATH
.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS
PIRATES
.05 TITS OR ASS
TITS
.06 COFFEE OR TEA
TEA
.07 SPICY OR SWEET
SWEET
.08 SUMMER OR WINTER
SUMMER
.09 LEATHER OR LACE
LACE
10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX
ROUGH SEX
ENFJ-T
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[he would no doubt be vocal, if he could... but regardless. Kleken does have a Watch, doesn't he? it wouldn't be that hard to take a picture (or a video) if he really wanted to--]
Hnnh?!
[fingers brush cool along the length of his cock and Olivine squirms, brows furrowing as more sensitivity buzzes through him. see his desperation more? he's not even sure how he would begin to offer that—and he's too far gone to remember how much of Kleken's words are usually lies and teasing in the first place. precum beads at the tip of him, teased away by tentacles and dripping down over those cool fingers in alternating moments.
and it isn't long before he's trembling uncontrollably, sensitivity merging with desire until it's impossible to tell one from the other. close as he gets, he's sure there won't be any chance to come until Kleken allows it.]
Re: TDM overflow: @lieabilities
[ He's already quite busy being a menace to innocent men trying to wake up him. ]
[ Olivine is already perfect as is. A lovely figure, eager to please and be pleased, and with all too cute noises that Kleken would love to spend hours stringing out of the man if given the chance. Actually, perhaps he should schedule in a kidnapping offer in the future to do just that- ]
[ He can feel the tell-tale signs in his hand, the way Olivine tightens up and his cock twitches under Kleken's fingers. He's close as well, with a clear breathlessness in his voice as he speaks up again. ]
Would you me to properly touch you here-
[ He offers with a stroke of his fingers over Olivine's cock. ]
- so you can come all over my fingers? Or...
[ His fingers trail up to the priest's abdomen, pressing in at the same time his tentacles expand out inside of him, pressing back against his touch. ]
Do you want to feel me more fiercely here? I'm afraid I don't have the coordination to do both.
[ He could absolutely do both if he wanted to, but right now he wants to tease Olivine. ]
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Fuck. despite his reluctance to stop playing with the tentacle teasing his tongue, he does his best to manage words.]
Nnghaah— ah— there—!
[let it never be said that Olivine has been unclear about how much he loves being fucked. Strong muscles flex as he moves, pulling at the tentacles holding his arms up. It's more to give him a little leverage to rut against the obscene mass molding his ass to their liking, but even so he hopes it feels good to Kleken himself, too.]
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[ Call him a sucker for some honesty, if you will. ]
There it is, then.
[ Olivine's attractive body and reactions also help to seal the deal, if he's being honest himself. His hand stays on that abdomen, presses down as his other hand and tentacles settle onto Olivine's hips to force the man into a demanding pace with his hips. Once that pushes Kleken's cock and invading tentacles alike deep into Olivine and grind his hips down on the intrusion before pulling back up to repeat the process. ]
[ Olivine's proven himself to take everything Kleken's given him and he gets to do so again. More of the lengths of those tentacles inside of him push in, forcing Olivine fuller on those rough rocks down and scraping against his inner walls when they're pulled out on rolls up. Suckers are turned outward to add to the flurry of sensations, catching on Olivine's entrance as they're pulled out. It's an endless assault of foreign pleasures, with the only familiarity perhaps being the pointed thrusts of Kleken's cock to rub over the priest's prostate, guided and pressed against it by those invading tentacles. ]
[ Kleken may also be dying a bit from the sensations he's exposed to with everything going on inside Olivine's ass. Enough so that he feels himself drawing up on his climax devastatingly fast, gasping as he does. ]
Good- take everything.
[ Because everything is exactly what he earns from Kleken, shuddering as he slams Olivine's hips down onto his own as his orgasm catches up to him. ]
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Ughaaah—that's—
[It's so fucking good. Suckers twist and drag against his entrance when they pull out, stretching his hole and leaving him twitching bodily. And his cock, oh—as it rubs mercilessly against the priest's prostate, he's left panting and gasping, tongue lolled between soft, swollen lips and saliva dripping from its tip. Take everything, he says, and Olivine wants nothing less.]
Ughh... hot...
[The heat pouring into his ass is blissful, triggering his own orgasm to splatter across several tentacles and up over his abdomen. Maybe even on Kleken's fingers a bit, if he's not quick to move them.]
Mmngh... they're spreading it around inside...♡
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[ Okay so that's not quite how the saying goes, but the gist of it is close enough. ]
[ Though Kleken's pleasantly blissed out from his orgasm, his hand stained with evidence of Olivine's orgasm still lazily curled around the other man's cock, his tentacles have already gotten their orders from him to keep Olivine satisfied even after their climaxes. In this case, it was winding themselves up inside of the priest, spreading Kleken's seed against his inner walls just as he says while also forming a block to keep any of it from leaking out. ]
[ He might not be a canine of any sort but he can still pull off a knotting like feeling if he wanted to, and at the moment he rather likes the idea of Olivine's insides thoroughly covered with his cum. ]
You'll... keep it all inside, won't you... ?
[ It's an impossible hazy ask, but Kleken's riding a wave of pleasure and possessiveness right now and the former is doing a great job of revealing the latter. ]
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[His hips tremble as the tentacles writhe and twist inside him, groaning softly as he presses his face into the bed.]
Haah... ah... I'll keep it all. It's only right that I swallow it all up... mmnh... for waking you...
[of course, it'll all end up dependent on the tentacles and his final angle, but for right now? Absolutely, he's going to lay here with his ass up and thighs spread, rim pulled tight and shiny against the combined girth of Kleken's tentacles.]
Ah... they're such good helpers...
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[ Is Kleken going to just blatantly stare at Olivine's twitching ass and shaky thighs from behind while he recovers himself? Of course, why would he ever turn down such a wonderful view- ]
You did quite the wonderful job waking me up.
[ Reaching out with that same mess-covered hand from before, he lazily cups the priest's precious jewels in his fingers, rolling them gently over his fingers while rubbing his thumb against the stretch of skin between them and his stuffed entrance. It's not a touch meant to drive the man straight into thunderous waves of pleasure all over again, but a slow and warming heat. ]
And you're doing quite a good job of satisfying them as well.
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[he's still oversensitive from the previous orgasm, so the roll of fingers leaves him trembling, cheeks heating more as his thumb teases his perineum. it makes his body squeeze a little around the tentacles plugging his hole, gasping and shuddering as they keep churning inside of him.]
They're... oh, God... too much...
[really? is that why he's squirming into them, slowly recovering cock swaying beneath him?]
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[ There's a playful tone as he starts to weaken his touch, gentle rolls of his fingers becoming feather-light brushes of the back of his hand. He's teasing, he knows the answer to his question just as well as Olivine does, and the evidence is clear as day between his legs that the priest's endurance could certainly keep up with his teasing. ]
Though it would feel so much better to let me keep going.
[ Ever the devil in his ear, he presses his hand up more firmly to grind his palm against the underside of Olivine's cock, pointedly sparking that mix of pleasure and pain from over-sensitivity. ]
[ As a treat. ]
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[The softened touch is agony, even with his oversensitive skin following everything. It makes his eyes roll up briefly, a whimper on his lips as Kleken teases.]
I didn't... say to stop...
[technically true, though the words certainly implied cessation under normal circumstances. His cry is much louder when Kleken grinds a palm against his cock, body twitching and jolting at the sharp, pleasant pain and dizzying heat. With the tentacles still inside, bulging his belly with every blissfully deep thrust, it's a miracle he can even find words]
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[ Look at them both telling the truth here. Olivine should be proud of him. If he could spare a thought toward anything other than the heat and pleasure consuming him, that is. ]
[ Kleken's not about to make it any easier for him either, fingers curling delicately around Olivine's cock to settle into a lazy stroke once more.It's so casually done, like it belongs in his hands, that one almost wouldn't suspect Kleken's plants of keeping the man tethered to the mind-numbing highs of sexual pleasure without rest. ]
Would you like to drown further with me?
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Then fingers curl around his cock and Olivine cries out sharply, body squirming instinctually to try and escape the overwhelming ache of pleasure. It has just about nowhere to go, of course, on account of Kleken's tentacles, but it tries nonetheless.]
I... haugh... [blinking tears to the corners of his eyes, he struggles to find words to respond with. Even when he does... it's not the clearest answer.] pl... ease... nnrgh—h-hurts...♡
[His dick certainly feels like it's been put through impossible torture, back arched and slick trailing lazily down his spine from his amble cheeks. And if his hand finds it's way down to rest against his swollen belly, petting against it while Kleken's tentacles continue relentlessly rearranging his insides, well. It's probably an instinct, at this point.]
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[ Though his tone and words are soft and comforting, a nearly believable lie for any who might not know him, his actions are anything but. He keeps moving that hand over Olivine, keeps him drowning in that twisted pleasure as he readies himself for more. ]
[ Though his own dick isn't quite ready for bullying a man, his tentacles step in, as it were, to take over the task. At his guidance, they start to slide themselves in and out of the man as one overwhelmingly thick unit, the 'plug' they formed stretching Olivine's entrance as it pops out, then straining it again to push in and bury deep inside of him. It's a slow pace, focused more on the burning stretch of the man's leaking hole, the tight bulge they make as they bury impossibly deep inside of Olivine, and smearing Kleken's seed along every inner inch of him. ]
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[Oh, that's devilish. tentacles ease against his hole, freeing themselves with a soft pop only to wriggle back in despite his twitching muscles. Toes dig into the bed as they dig deep, pressing up against his hand and retreating to do it again and again. Precum pours over Kleken's hand where it continues its stroking, tongue sticking out and his cheek pressed to the mattress.]
Haah... ungh... so thick...♡ beaking me open...♡
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[ He changes up the pacing of his hand to match the sweet and praising tone of his words, a gentler and slower stroke that feels more like it's trying to coax out Olivine's orgasm rather than demand it. A sharp contrast to those tentacles working him over, which are very much demanding his orgasm. ]
You look so wonderful, taking all of me in like this. And yet, you still feel so incredibly tight inside, do you know? I can feel you squeezing around every inch of them. It's addictive.
[ He moves his hand up to the sensitive head of the priest's cock, rubbing his thumb over the slit in slow strokes that tease and torture the worn appendage. ]
You could take it... harder, couldn't you?
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[He's given up on managing full sentences, quietly thrilled by Kleken's praise and continued bullying. The shift in pace does little to slow his impending orgasm anyway, whimpering as that thumb teases his slit and coax more and more fluid out.]
Har...der...? I... y-yes—I'll take it...♡
[is he going to cum the instant they fuck him any harder? Probably, especially with how he's all but forced to rut into Kleken's hand and endure that overstimulation. Hips tremble as he tries to brace himself for whatever is yet to come, hand rubbing his belly as tentacles force it to swell with every thrust.]
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Good boy.
[ The praise is purred like the rest, soft and warm and coaxing and the clear eye of the storm before the rest of the hurricane settles in. ]
[ And by hurricane we mean the slamming of that bundle of tentacles in and out of Olivine like a jackhammer, without warning, without rest, just a cruel mission to completely destroy the man's entrance and possibly ruin him for tentacles ever again. They shove in to the brink, bulging out the priest's belly impossibly far, before flooding back out with the wettest of pops to do it again. If Olivine's hole was being stretched to its limits before, this fucking meant to keep him at his limits and beyond them. ]
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but it's not quite the same, is it? the first sound he makes is one of alarm and excitement, fingers gripping the sheets as tentacles pound into him and bulge his belly out until it touches the bed. then they're moving back again, wet and sloppy until his hole is left empty, twitching for the inevitable repeat. breath and sound become largely the same thing, hitching inward for half-sobbing exhales as pleasure and ache meld together into something completely inseparable.
not unlike the last time, it isn't long before time ceases to mean anything; everything cycles between pain and pleasure and numbness, and he loses track of how many orgasms he hits, let alone how fast they come. eventually, the tentacles will have to take up holding him up if they want his hips raised too, since his legs probably give out by the third or fourth orgasm, long before he has nothing left to even spend.]
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[ Every breath and moan and gasp was a sign he wanted this, as far as the conman was concerned. ]
[ And when his legs gave out, the tentacles simply continue to fuck into him against the bed, grinding his body against the stained sheets to force at least one more orgasm from the man before pulling out. ]
[ It's Kleken himself who moves to check on him, crawling forward so his bared body presses against Olivine's from behind while resting his palm against an unstained section of the sheets. So he can helpfully lean over the man to check for consciousness, of course, his other hand moving up to brush Olivine's bangs back and gently wipe the man's face clean. ]
You did wonderfully well, sweet sailor.
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God, he doesn't remember much of any time he'd felt this worn, and it is far and away an exceptionally wonderful sensation. the insistent throb of his body now that the tentacles are gone keeps him fully aware of his location, if nothing else, and he can almost still feel them moving, stretching his belly despite the fact they're clearly not.]
Mm. I'm glad... I don't think I can move, though.
[as if that wasn't obvious. even he knows it is, and his weight leans toward the less messy side of the sheets largely on its own. really, even the drill sergeant would probably take one look at Olivine and just let him be after all this.]
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[ ... Was this the power of a holy man- ]
Rest, then. I'll keep us safe.
[ Why else have illusion powers if not to use them to skip mandatory training and take a nap? While the sight of Olivine might have been enough to inform any drill sergeant that he'd had his work out, several times over in fact, the sight of an empty bed would go a much longer way turning away any unwanted company with very unwanted intentions. ]
[ Kleken wasn't exactly eager to be dragged out of bed either at the moment. He'd much rather press a fond kiss to Olivine's cheek and settle an illusion over them to give the man much needed recovery time. ]
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It's hard to say if this is because of him being a Holy man, or just because Olivine is a prodigious slut and a masochist.]
Mmhn.
[but he's definitely run out of words now, so but collapsing into a comfortable resting position. His muscles are starting to relax more, hinting at a particularly long ache to come when the adrenaline is fully gone.
But at least for right now, he can nestle in with Kleken, completely without worry as exhaustion finally claims his conscious mind. Illusion or not, all he cares about right now is their continued puffy l physical contact while he sleeps.
Probably for like, the whole day, at this point.]