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Yet Another November Catch All: Quests with Enks [Open]
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.]
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.]
all that clay just for u
As if you would mind.
[There is a certain tension in their muscles, a result from holding back and not getting lost in some sort of lustful frenzy. Enkidu wants to kiss him. On the lips first and then claim his mouth and maybe the rest of his body. But he is speaking, so they merely stand still, hands on his cheeks while trembling slightly.
It is true that they have always been more wild around him. Closer to what they have been than to the human they sometimes want to be. After all, he knows them better than anyone does.
That, and Gil teases. And right now he is doing just that, testing their patience, their resolve.]
It is quite cruel to fill my head with such delightful ideas. Especially now I have to force myself to hold back. [Because they shudder visibly when they can feel his hand between their legs, knowing exactly where to touch to edge them further to that breaking point.
So really, the only logical response to his teasing is to greedily slide a hand between his legs and feel up every bit of him.]
Do you really wish to drag this out for so long, Gil? While you could have me? And yes, while I could have you...
[Yes. Their cheeks redden and a mischievous smile appears on their face.]
Gil, you should not test my patience in such a way.
[For a moment their lips brush against his while their hand sneaks inside his pants now. And, pollen or not, they know his cock better than the route out of the Cedar Forest.]
yolos into the void, here you go, more loods.
the reddening of Enkidu's cheeks, that deep flush, contrasts brilliantly against their fair complexion and the long, pale green hair; it is quite the striking image -- one Gilgamesh finds himself indulging in.
were it possible for a man to become intoxicated by the sheer force of gazing on a vision of pristine beauty, then this would be the ripe moment for exactly such a feeling. submersion, drowning; there is the pollen, there is the sunshine, there is the Wilde, and here is Enkidu, his friend: Gilgamesh's only, exclusive, precious, and most beloved Friend.
at the end of all his long journeys -- their long journeys with one another -- here is Enkidu, alive and warm to the touch, and oh, how he sighs and murmurs approvingly at the feeling of their hands caressing him; the King of Heroes would be inclined towards shamelesslessness with any lover, but these, more than others, are beloved hands: his friend is being with considerable talent and dexterity, trained by none other than Shamhat herself, and even when they grope playfully, in mere sport, there is a certain ease and grace and talent to those hands.
it is with a small, brief hitch of breath that Gilgamesh reacts to the caress, sucking in a sharp breath of air as he presses his lips back against Enkidu's. very quickly do his reactions escalate; he urges Enkidu towards a deeper kiss, knowing how pliant and receptive they shall be, and knowing the depths of their eagerness, aggression, and hunger. his own hunger swells and rises rapidly, the flames fanned to intensity by the sight of that expression and by the feeling of those hands.
he laughs against them, a low rumbling purr of a sound. ]
Fuahaha, so atop their gluttony, my friend is also quite the greedy being, hmm?
[ but of course they are, in their own way. both of them are.
it is merely that his, Gilgamesh's, is the more conventional greed of treasures and the majesty of kingship, whereas Enkidu's is the great hunger for the natural world, the thirst and desire to imbibe all its fruits and loveliness.
here, at least, their passion unites. to make love to them is to share in the memories of those travels, the thrill and rush of springs over the rocks in ancient valleys. ]
Very well!
[ with another indulgent sigh, lips still pressed to Enkidu's, breath fanning warm between them, Gilgamesh reaches down; their expressions match and he can feel their playful grin against his own as, with one hand, he grasps both of their cocks, rubbing them teasingly against one another as his other hand grips Enkidu's ass -- their thighs, thinner than his own, though quite powerful none the less -- and, with sudden forces, he pulls them tightly against him. ]
The King acknowledges his friend, forever.
Rejoice, for I shall now reward your patience.
no subject
Yes. [And to emphasize how much of a 'yes' that is they start to stroke his cock faster, using every bit of their hand to squeeze, stroke and touch. Even with a head full of pollen they seem to be somewhat in control.] Ah Gil...isn't the king of this particular being greedy as well?
[A soft sort of hiss escapes their mouth when he pulls them close, a firm hand squeezing their ass while the other works over their cocks.]
I remember... [Lips moving agains this.] ...an adventure is better when traveling in a pair. [So their hand drops down between them as well, joining his as they let their fingers slide over the sensitive tips of their cocks.] Is it good like this? [They lower their hand a little for more stroking and squeezing as they slowly start to roll their hips a little.] Is my king satisfied?
[The smile on their face is a broad, mischievous one.]
Or do I need to make him cry out? I am sure the Wilde has never heard Uruk's great hero scream in pleasure.
psst i'll just go w/max gay for here
feeling Enkidu against him, it is like warm butter -- he delights in the pleasure of their hair and skin, imagining that their cock is as hard as the plants and the mushroom-like spore-filled appendages -- everything seems to shift shape to accommodate the magnificence of the pollen and spores, a soggy, spicy-gold curtain of air. in this atmosphere, Gilgamesh is truly so relaxed, really, as though nothing could ever harm the two of them. it feels about as much like happiness and home as someone of his nature could become. that is what their friendship, their eternal bond, means, is it not? home, belonging. ]
Why don't you lie down, hmm?
[ and there is the sound like honey dripping from the King's lips as Gilgamesh murmurs those words. ]
Perhaps... you have desired to take me for yourself, have you not?
[ he wants to impress his red and gold upon their white and green. so saying these words, the King presses Enkidu's fingertips over the red stripes on his chest and his abdomen. ]
Ahahaha, my friend... [ there is a little mishievous shine to his eyes. ] -- it would seem that this air, these spores, have me feeling so exceedingly full. It is as though I cannot stand it. Do you understand? Your King requires immediate succor.
[ wink wonk. ]
You know you really want to have me a certain way, hmm? Well, it has been a really long time. You know, I think we are overdue. [ hehehe, he hips their ear. ] Really, you must gently lie back for me. I just truly desire for you to be inside. Don't you, as well?
ohoho
After he has placed their hand on his chest they trace those red marks slowly.]
Who am I to deny such a request? [Truly, it makes their entire head go loopy and it is easy to see how they're trembling, finding it difficult to focus on anything else that isn't located between their legs.
Slowly they step back so they can lie down between the flowers, very aware of how more pollen start to stick to their hair, their face and the rest of their body. To Enkidu sex has never had a very high priority, it never really mattered, in their eyes it was nothing but an act born out of instinct. At least until they came here, until they discovered that sex is fun and curious. And it can also be overwhelming and comforting. It could be used to convey words that could not be spoken. And for now Enkidu cannot do anything else than making it pretty clear what they want and what they want their friend to see.
While Gil is still standing on his feet their hand slides over their chest, their stomach to finally wrap their fingers around their cock.]
It has never...been this stiff, Gil. This full.
[A soft sigh escapes their mouth when they decide to tease the sensitive tip, noticing how slick it feels underneath their fingers.]
Come to me, my friend...ah...show me the heights of pleasure.
[And to emphasize how needy they are for such a thing they lick their lips in a coy manner, squirming a little as they continue to jerk themselves off slowly.]