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odinpusrex) wrote in etrayalogs2024-12-04 02:42 pm
December Catch-all(-ish) [Open]
WHO: Barnabas, his Behemoth (the monster, not the, oh nevermind--), and YOU!
WHEN: All through December baby!
WHERE: Mostly Stonhyrr, but some threads could be elsewhere too!
WHAT: Oh you know, big ol' fortress showed up, there's also a giant muscle cat, maybe people wanna see the fortress. Maybe they're gonna get mauled by a cat. The world is our oyster. Also going to use this for general purpose threads, doesn't have to be Behemoth related!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Will update as necessary!
(ooc: Feel free to place your character wherever around Stonhyrr, not only just the places mentioned. Barnabas will keep an eye on any aerial intruders as well (he can also fly). Just date your top level for when this is happening, and if you wanna plot something specific or have any questions, please do not hesitate to hit me up at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
Zornsable or on Discord(Zanono)! Feel free to have your own threads here too if multiple people are wanting to explore the grounds of the fortress (just specify in the subject line), I can provide information, a kitty, or an old man should it be needed! Anyway, enjoy this weird haunted-ass looking place, it sucks!
I will match style, prose or action are both good āØ)
WHEN: All through December baby!
WHERE: Mostly Stonhyrr, but some threads could be elsewhere too!
WHAT: Oh you know, big ol' fortress showed up, there's also a giant muscle cat, maybe people wanna see the fortress. Maybe they're gonna get mauled by a cat. The world is our oyster. Also going to use this for general purpose threads, doesn't have to be Behemoth related!
NOTES\WARNINGS: Will update as necessary!
While Barnabas has never proven himself the social sort, ever intending to remain as such, when people come to Stonhyrr to inspect it, they will not necessarily find him there to greet them. This does not mean that Barnabas is not within the bounds of Stonhyrr, he most assuredly is, but he has no interest in playing host. That is, unless he is given reason to.
What most will find is a singular bridge that connects the imposing fortress to the mainland, and the waters around it prove unnaturally violent. As if the very place itself causes the waters to churn and clash wildly against the jagged rocks which act as the foundation for the whole thing. The bridge is wide enough to adequately fit a pair of carriages, or cars if that better serves. The stone is sturdy, so there isn't any worry about weight being an issue. Most certainly not when one arrives at the arena that acts as a mid-point for the bridge.
There are no guard rails around it as the bridge possesses otherwise, just a sheer drop off into the treacherous waters below. Certainly a poor fate to any, whether they survive the fall or not. A fate all the more possible given the snow and bits of ice that has accumulated upon the structure. Even furthering the difficulty to avoid it, should they find themselves greeted by the bridge's guard: the Behemoth. From its rocky perch it will land with the grace of a feline, but with the impressive force of a creature befitting its size. More than twice the height of an elephant, and thrice as wide, the hulking beast will stare down the interloper(s) with murderous intent. Intent it means to make good on.
However, not everyone who crosses the bridge will meet the beast there, and should they find themselves able to make it to Stonhyrr proper, getting through the metal gates and into the winding outer paths that encircle the central castle, they will find it depressingly...empty. What living quarters there seems to be are indeed stocked with beds and linens, oddly enough, but as all else in Etraya that is not inhabited by those whisked away from their homeworlds, there is no one. They are modest, however, what one might expect for those living as communal soldiers in a medieval era.
Though, should they linger for too long, they might hear the telling breaths and foot steps of a prowling beast searching for the scent its picked up. Perhaps hiding isn't a terrible option, but who knows how much the creature cares about the architectural integrity of whatever part of the fortress they're in! Only one way to find out.
Some of the internal buildings are not merely for housing soldiers or weaponry (though said weaponry is distinctly missing presently). One may find themselves stumbling upon an podium of some sort, with six-legged horse statues on either side. The shape of the room almost suggests an arena of sorts, and the podium seems to embolden this suggestion. Perhaps it might have been a room to judge contests of combat and the like. Who is to really say? Should one linger here overlong, they might find themselves no longer alone. At least, they certainly feel as though someone is in the room with them. Someone watching them, perhaps from the shadows, or from above...
Those lucky enough to make it to the docks will find them bereft of any ships of any kind. It's clear that there probably should be some, but whoever brought this fortress in clearly did not bring any of his ships along! Though, one might take an interest in the surrounding area, and the structures nearby. Most will be empty, some with myriad things like rope, or scant pieces of wood, perhaps an empty crate or two, but it is, like most else, otherwise hollow. There are more of those weird horse statues though... The place is anything but bereft of them.
If it weren't for the behemoth prints left in the snow throughout the wide outer paths of the fortress, and its eagerness to find (and remove) intruders, the place would otherwise seem completely abandoned. Between the snow, angry waters, flashes of lightning, and claps of thunder...the place is cold, oppressive, and desolate. Should one find a way to reach the entrance to the castle, they will be stopped short from reaching the door proper. Not by the behemoth, but by the sudden emergence of Barnabas himself. A billowing pillar of black mist will form from the ground, reaching roughly the height of a man, before Barnabas takes form and the mist disperses and dissipates.
There he will stand, staring down the intruder, waiting for an explanation.
(ooc: Feel free to place your character wherever around Stonhyrr, not only just the places mentioned. Barnabas will keep an eye on any aerial intruders as well (he can also fly). Just date your top level for when this is happening, and if you wanna plot something specific or have any questions, please do not hesitate to hit me up at
I will match style, prose or action are both good āØ)
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[Cid stands, turning his back for a moment to take off his boots and pull his pants off completely. His mind goes to last time, how he couldnāt allow himself to go all the way, so to speak. And Barnabasā little half answers were precisely what he was trying to break through with this.]
Just trust me, would you?
[he drops his trousers to the ground and steps out of them. He stretches and turns back around to face Barnabas. It was indeed entirely too low of light to really see him. Sure, he could make out edges of things, but that didnāt help any. His voice is searching, truly curious, gentle.]
Iām not sure what it is, why you resist something you clearly want.
[He comes back to the bed as he says this to give Barnabasā arousal a pointed squeeze.]
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Though to be asked to trust Cidolfus is a jest, really, but still he remains where he is, arms above his head where Cid left them. He sucks in a sharp breath at the squeeze, his cock throbbing from the attention, but so too the longing he feels aching in his chest.]
My present state should say enough on the matter.
[Had he ignored those troublesome desires which still seem to linger, he would not be fettered right now...]
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Indeed it does.
[Cid gives him another squeeze as he considers what to do with him. He thinks about last time, the way he put his mouth on him with such eagerness- only to stop short and fuck his thighs. Cid stares down at him for a moment, making resolute what he had already thought to do. ]
Left me teased last time. Well, I wonāt do you the same disservice.
[Cid pushes Barnabasā legs up as he slides off the bed, knees on the carpet, immediately going to return that particular favor. He tongues down the crease of his thigh until he finds the pucker and drags the flat of his tongue over it. ]
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The sight of Cid between his legs, just beyond his own erection is erotic in ways he cannot explaināways he has not dared to envision. He casts his gaze away, closing his eyes so that he might continue to be spared Cid's impending revelation of Barnabas' nature now. The dim light of the room and the warmth of the fire does enough to mask him, he cannot allow his eyes to ruin this...
Not with that blissful tongue on his hole. He eases against it, melts against the feeling, shame and euphoria battle within his mind, but there is something animal within him that hungers for it and more.]
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[He would have him undone and begging before he continued. That would be the only way to make a real case for his use of the cuffs. He searches with his oiled finger- in that tight heat, searching for that spot heād only touched once before.]
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His head rolls back against the mattress, against his arms which lay above his head. Burying his face against his bicep, he breathes out a hot breath against damp skin as Cid's well-oiled fingers find his hole while he attends his balls. One at a time, sucking on them with such pointed care that Barnabas can feel a fire burn in his belly and face. That stroke to his throbbing cock only driving this further into that tantalizing flame...
Yet, it never seems to burn enough, never seems to scorch him to his soul. Leave him as nothing but a cinder, used up and spent, but the thought of it, the fantasy, makes his hips twitch and his cock throb. His inner walls clench around that finger which presses into him just right...]
...Cidolfus...
[He more hisses the name than says it, his hips quaking slightly as he tries to hold maintain control of himself. Some semblance of maintained discipline.]
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[He listens carefully for his breaths, rests his palm against his pubis to feel every twitch and jolt of his body- letting his cock swing back against his cheek. He lets it connect before finding the head with his slackened jaw, pulling it in with tongue and lips.]
[He shoves a third finger in, testing him.]
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His hips shake with his want to buck against his mouth, to grind against those fingers inside him that are driving him towards an edge he can't seem to cross. Even as a third stretches him, he wants more. He feels as though he is a yawning chasm and nothing will be enough to fill him, yet every spark of electric-like pleasure that surges through him with each well placed press, suck, or stroke he finds himself drawing closer to finding satisfaction which has ever eluded him.
His face is hot as his teeth continue to trap skin between them, legs shaking as he breathes out a soft, almost imperceptible whine. His cock oozes pre-cum, the taste of it being Cid's primary indication of that. Shakily, Barnabas' hips buck forward, his balls swaying with the movement, and he finally releases his arm... which he's nearly broke the skin of.]
What are you waiting forāCidolfus!
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[He replies simply as he pops off of Barnabasā cock. He withdraws his fingers and grabs Barnabas firmly by the hip- and flips him with as much of his strength as he can commit to. Barnabas is heavy, but Cid is energized. He reaches in between his legs to fish his cock out from underneath him, pulling it straight back to be pinned against the bed by his weight.]
[He watches the firelight glint off of the cuffs desirously for a moment, moth to flame, before looking away- busying his hands and cock with the oil.]
[And then he pulls his ass cheeks aside and lines himself up with legs on either side of Barnabasā muscular thighs, holding his breath as he slowly nudges against that ring of muscle. As soon as he can feel himself slide in, he relaxes, dropping his weight against the give of Barnabasā insides to sink into him.]
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That he can bury his face into the bed while Cid buries his cock deep within his core is its own blessing too. Barnabas is almost alarmingly easy to press into, the way he opens to Cid misrepresents his actual inexperience. Despite everything, Barnabas finds his body relaxed, wanting, and accommodating for Cid in ways he did not quite imagine himself capable.
His eyes are screwed shut, but his mouth hangs as his forehead presses against the mattress, hot breaths panting against it as his back flexes and his core begins to grip Cid once he's fully inside. His own cock leaking its excitement in a small wet spot at the tip, but he keeps himself still.
He wants Cid to properly claim him. If this is what he's truly doing, right now...]
Go on, then...
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[He screws his eyes shut as he enjoys it, the press of their skin fully together, the heat of him. The smell- He groans as he adjusts his legs, finding a way in that strikes even deeper. He picks up the pace, fucking him hard and desperate, chasing, his hips slapping loudly against Barnabasā soft ass.]
[He snarls against him, gripping him tight around the middle as he bites the flesh under his lips, animalistic in its intensity. ]
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His mind blanks and his body and soul gives into him. An euphoric haze infiltrates his mind, his senses, and the only thing that seems to keep him grounded into reality is every brush of Cid's cock against his prostate. Except each hit against it only feeds deeper this frenzy of pleasure, and he feels he might never escape this ruin.
He's not entirely sure he wants to.
Barnabas' body moves with Cid's, almost in perfect tandem, each rock he meets, each press he welcomes. His muscles flex and his hips quiver, but he accepts him each and every time. His hand grip at the sheets in lieu of anything better. and the fiery heat of Cid's hands upon him is truly transcendence.]
I...I am... [He huffs the words out, breathless and whining.] ...Claim me... Release yourself...
[A pleased groan as Cid hits his prostate again, his cock near ready to burst.]
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[He fucks into him, Barnabasā words grabbing his mind and flooding it. The desperation, the begging to be taken- how different this was from every time before when his words ran almost directly in contradiction to what he wanted, what they did.]
[He wants to resist, hold out, continue to fuck him at this punishing pace- But it feels entirely too good. When was the last time he did this? He doesnāt even bother to check on Barnabas. He would either come or he wouldnāt, and that was a problem that could wait.]
[Cid shifts once more, his nuts resting on top of Barnabasā ass as he hammers into him, shallow and frantic, chasing his orgasm with single-minded focus. Cid moans, deep and reverberating against the back of Barnabasā skull as the heat and friction finally builds and he begins to spill.]