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massochism) wrote2023-12-22 02:50 pm
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25 / male / gay / 3♦
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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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[ 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.]