Yet Another November Catch All: Quests with Enks [Open]

[enkidoh]

Who: Enkidu and you!
When: Throughout this month
Where: The city, The Wilde
What: Quests!
Warnings: One is NSFW!

City Wide - Clean and Clear Out
[That is a lot of yelling and Enkidu just watches the two people bicker from a distance. Instead of cleaning or clearing out they’re picking up items they can use and gather them on a small cart so they can take them home.

Still, when the two men start to push one another they carefully step in.]

You two are very loud. [See? They got this, such negociating skills.] If these items are bothering the both of you, help me to get rid of them. Or repair them. [At that comment they get a fiery response about how the ‘rich’ part of town dumps their ‘garbage’ in the slums. But still, all these human items don’t seem like garbage to them.]

If anything you should redifine the meaning of garbage.

[That broken cabinet over there? Perfect for plants. Those books? Intellectual stimulation. The pictures of naked people? Interesting. Enkidu is gathering it all.]


Wilde Quests - Prurient Petals [NSFW]
[Spring is Enkidu’s favorite season. It is where the Wilde starts to bloom and snow is melting away and no, they aren’t going to kill this flower, not at all. They’re the one swatting Wilders away in their attempts to burn them. Of course, humans destroy nature, but not when they’re nearby. Not on their watch…

But thing is, they do need the cunes. They actually really need some currency to pay with because a certain lump of divine clay forgot to pay rent and there is also something with water. Really, living the way a human does isn’t that easy. So once they’ve told the Wilders to back off they carefully start to gather the pollen but not damage the plants.

Still, it doesn’t take long before they start to feel aware of that hot feeling pooling between their legs. They are also breathing fast and when they move to stand it is quite obvious that they are aroused. And their head is full of it…full of lust, full of need, full of absolute, overwhelming desire. And the sheer idea of pleasure between these flowers, right here in this field is absolutely thrilling. So no, they aren’t going to beat around the bush about this.

When they turn they are already busy with shrugging out of their coat and anyone can see the yellow pollen stuck to their hair and against their skin.]

I am in need. [Enkidu’s eyes are dark with lust and they’re tugging at the hem of their shirt as they approach their quest partner.] I hope you feel the same way… [Because, really, one way or another, they need to get off…]


Wilde Quests - A Watery Pit
[They do not always expect violent outbursts coming from monsters. After all, as a former beast, they know very well that there’s more to beasts than violence and destruction. Even when that it etched upon said beast.

When this creature shows itself it does not seem to lash out, it remains still and cries out a couple of words.]

Do you still want to kill it?

[Enkidu looks at the person close to them.]

I think it can be reasoned with.

[Yet, it is still a bit of a riddle where it keeps those merrows.]

Comments

[bloodwit]

[ what a mess this is -- viren lowers himself to a knee to try to rearrange his things more effectively, give himself a freehand. he fixes his mask, but knows the damage's been done, what with the beginnings of a heated flutter he feels in his chest. ]

I'll help you with the plants.

[ is that enough of a redirection? focus! he begins to scoop up the items again, bundling some beneath an arm. he pointedly avoids looking at enkidu. ]

What were you doing, exactly? Had you gathered anything yet?

[enkidoh]

[The man is familiar to them. They must have met before. Enkidu approaches him slowly, eyes focused on his face.]

The plants are well...

[But their body is on fire. Heat itching their skin, their blood rushing through their veins so loud that they can hear it.]

I was tending to the plants... [Their voice sounds hoarse and a little bit tense.] ...and now, I need to tend to my needs. Weapons have needs too...

[And Viren might be turning away, not trying to look, Enkidu is still approaching him.]

...I do not mind old men.

[bloodwit]

[ he is literally just over here crouching near to the ground (slightly easier to obscure any growing arousal that way, too, thank goodness -- less peachy is the eventual fact that he's going to need to move). ]

[ he still has enough of a freehand that he can pinch the bridge of his nose. old men...! but then he feels his face heating up as he hears enkidu drawing nearer. there's a puff of an exhale, some smoke winding into the air. ]

—Not minding and actually wanting are two different things.

[ tone a bit clipped, on account of the stress! of the situation. ]

[enkidoh]

[Enkidu crouches down in front of him and it is obvious that there is a certain tension in the air. These pollen are quite potent.]

I want to be taken by someone and I do not mind an old man. You are less wrinkly from up close, so that is definitely a good thing. [They pause.] Not?

[Just relax, Viren, there's nothing stressful about this situation.]

Shamhat has taught me well, I know how to pleasure humans.

[bloodwit]

[ viren studies enkidu, now that he can at this proximity, his eyes narrowing and his head tipping just slightly as he ruminates. he swallows, feeling like his throat is dry. this entity does have a peculiar beauty to them, he notes, almost, yes, in an ethereal sort of way. ]

[ gaze flicking up and down, he finally asks, ]

What about you isn't human?

[enkidoh]

[Enkidu gazes right back at him. Their eyes are darkened with lust at this point, yet they do not move. Not yet. They just let out a soft, shuddering sigh instead.]

I think...at this point I can say that I am more human than I ever was. Even this body seems to be more flesh than clay. After all...when the Rathmores cut my fingers off they did not grow back.

[They show him one of their hands. Some fingers are still intact but the others have been replaced by wooden prosthetics.]

Worry not, I will not harm you. [At this point they'd definitely kiss you, Viren. And touch you too.]

[bloodwit]

[ viren's eyes are notably alive with curiosity as enkidu explains and exhibits their hands, having tempted himself away from the reality of the situation. but more distractedly, he's touched -- and as a being of fire (it's unhelpful that he's aroused, too), he is very warm to make contact with should they touch along his face, or even through the clothing of his chest. ]

I'm not worried --

[ he certainly doesn't flinch from it. every breath confirms for him that the pollen's won over. if enkidu kissed him, he'd likely be stunned though, at least for a moment. he swallows, ]

It just seems.. imprudent.

[ imprudent, which now seems silly to say. his mind is frustratingly fogged. ]

[enkidoh]

It is imprudent. After all this is beyond our control.

[It simply is and they really don't mind. After all, at their core they are still the wild beast they used to be and most wild beasts are known for being somewhat rash.

That, and it is almost impossible to resist the pollen's will so when they place their hands on his chest it is a relief and kissing him is even more so.

Old man or not, they find their entire body tingling and wanting.]

You wear too much clothes... [When they speak their lips move against his.] ...what is it with you humans and layers of clothes...?

[bloodwit]

[ viren's teeth grit briefly at enkidu's admittance, that of imprudence - before he comes to a firm decision to cease in shirking about their situation, crouched on the ground as he is like he's trying to hide. it's not an impressive look. so enkidu gets a nip of fangs to his lips between the comments, heated and a bit needy. ]

For warmth--

[ ... he does wear, erm, a fascinating number of layers. viren fumbles with the buttons at his throat, undoing them straight downward to expose more scales and skin. he hooks a finger over the collar of enkidu's top, giving a tug. ]

[ and leaning back invitingly, his other hand moving into the dirt to balance himself, ]

But we also calling it being civilized.

[enkidoh]

I will show you warmth. And I can assure you that clothes aren't needed for such a thing.

[And these words come from the mouth of someone who gets hornier with every second that passes. For a moment they want to help him with tearing off those clothes but then they are being tugged forward.

Yes, this is most definitely the most enticing old man they have ever seen and it would be such fun to make this old man cry out in pleasure. Just let his voice carry over the grassy field into the Wilde.]

I want you to let go of that. [Enkidu crawls on top of him while their hand slide between his legs.] Embrace that wildness in you... [They smile.] ...don't let your dragon form go to waste.

[And then they kiss him. Not gentle, not chaste. No, it's a harsh kiss on his lips, their tongue eagerly working its way inside his mouth.]

[bloodwit]

[ ah. that's the momentum to follow. viren doesn't consider himself an aggressive lover, if he were to think on it - but something about that tone is easier to follow. heat curls in his belly at the foreign and irreverent thought of embracing wildness, even as slitted pupils have broadened with arousal. speaking of arousal, that's something that strains against his pants, likewise very - dragonic. his knees spread, inviting both the inhuman witch's form and touch. ]

If, that's as you want, then...

[ he unfastens his belt with a few movements of deft fingers. enkidu deepens the kiss, and he uses his forked tongue to advantage, now exploring the other individual fully and without restraint; he tastes hot, smoky. his hand lifts to tangle into their long hair, pulling lightly at the roots. he's very quickly, more easily, falling prey to the pollen. ]

[ he needs to pull away for a gasp of air, and he'll allow the sharpness of his fangs speak for themselves, perhaps tasting a touch of blood on his lips. breathily, ]

perhaps I could indulge us both.

[enkidoh]

[Different shapes, forms, sorts. They like that. It piques their curiosity even more than usually and they find themselves delighted to notice his tongue is forked. In fact, they even utter a small, surprised noise and it doesn't take long before they groan softly into that kiss, enjoying the tugs on their hair and the sharpness of his fangs.

But really too much clothes. So while he busies himself with his belt, Enkidu's hands move upwards, strong fingers hooking around fabric before they start to pull until something gives in and tears.]

I think we have passed the stage of perhaps. [When they speak their mouth is close to his.] Are there wishes you have? Unspeakable desires. [While they still tug at his clothing one of their hand drops down again, sliding into his pants without any shame.]

Ah...that is... [Enkidu cannot help another groan when they discover how hard he is.] ...quite perfect.