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@treasuredchest
25 / male / gay / 3♦

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My Self-Summary

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.

My Future Plans

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.

My Talents

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.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

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.

My Ideal Partner

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.

Height 176cm Body Type Muscular Smokes Never tried Drinks Sweet and fruity Drugs Never tried Sign Libra Education Priesthood and magic classes Occupation Priest Income Enough Children None Pets None Hobbies Painting, writing, reading, creating toys

art credit: All official NU: Carnival art!

01. WINE OR BEER

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

Personality Type
ENFJ-T

ENERGY

79%

Extroverted

MIND

72%

Intuitive

NATURE

88%

Feeling

TACTICS

92%

Judging

IDENTITY

51%

Turbulent

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Comments

[lieabilities]

[ As before, when Kleken makes a promise to take a man for everything he had and deliver everything he could to him, he held to that promise. He lets his tentacles ravage the priest over and over, watches as he hits his orgasms again and again and never given a break. Never asks for one either, he notes, though how Olivine could even hope to have any mind to do so during this brutal fuck wasn't something he thought too hard about. ]

[ 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.

[massochism]

[he's still conscious, if not precisely aware. Kleken leaning over him catches his attention as one might expect though, head tipping thankfully into the brush of fingertips wiping his face clean.

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.]

[lieabilities]

[ Olivine really is an impressive man, to stay conscious after all of that. He'd expected him to pass out several times over the affair honestly, but the priest had held on. Even now, he could even verbally respond to Kleken's soft praise, a feat which was worthy of praise itself. ]

[ ... 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. ]

[massochism]

[in fairness, he'd definitely gone to that hazy space of questionable-at-best consciousness more than once during all of that. They'd certainly gone to great lengths to tear his breath away, after all, making room for themselves without much regard for his insides...

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.]