Stop Pulling On My Arm, Amon! Im Curious And Want To See And Youre Not Gonna Stop Me! Maria Scolded Loudly

“Stop pulling on my arm, Amon! I’m curious and want to see and you’re not gonna stop me!” Maria scolded loudly as she shook Amon off her sleeve for the thirteenth time in the past ten minutes. When she made up her mind on going to find out who or what “Aava” was, the wolf started to bite down on her sleeves and try to pull her back to her room.

“Come on, Amon. Aren’t you a little curious about who Aava is?” She asked, grunting as she pushed open the heavy door, walking outside with a shiver. God, it was absolutely freezing, now! Huffing, she fanned her inner flame until her body was warm again before trudging forward once more, Amon grumpily following behind her. As she walked on the stone path, her ears caught a whisper of sound. Walking to the edge and looking down, she let out a gasp of pure delight at what she saw. A big beautiful light blue cat. It looked like a tiger judging by the black stripes she could see from here.

“Amon, come here! I think this is her!” She called to the fire wolf excitedly. She only received an unhappy snort. 

kingarise

Even though she found their conversation interesting, Maria still kept tiptoeing past the two men, letting out a sigh of relief when they ignored her. Only to freeze a bit when she heard them talking about someone called Aava. Who is that? Considering they said the word dung, it is an animal, but she didn’t see any animals around here.

Alphinus exhaled a puff of fog from his mouth. Gods be damned and Gwynevere’s heaving chest it was cold this night, even by the standards of Eleum Loyce -

Aava’s head had perked up immediately at the sound of his footsteps. Her mouth pulled back in a lazy snarl, though one that was more playful than of hostility: “There there, what a beautiful girl you are.” He shuddered, though throwing a slab of meat at the large sabertooth cat, which the cat caught with a lazy swat of her paw to bring to her maw.

The paladin patted her massive nose. The King’s Pet was one of the few left over from the time of the Ivory King, as well as one who had taken to the Knight King first… after a few skirmishes.

“Well, you and me both. I hope I didn’t distract you too much.” She responded absentmindedly, more focused on putting the books back neatly. She was doing pretty good, until she got to the upper shelves. They were too high up for her short frame. She tried to reach it on her tip toes but that barely made any difference. Damn.

“Maybe I can yeet it up there?” She asked herself, taking a step back to assess the situation. She really didn’t want to throw an old book, but there was nothing to stand on. She could make a stack of books and stand on those but her mom would summon hellfire itself if she ever even sensed her daughter doing something so disrespectful.

“Whelp. Shit.”

kingarise

Oh great, the king had a son too?! And he’s a paladin? Well, paladin in training.

“I…I see. Well, sir, or Your Highness, or whatever you prefer to be called, I am just here to  return these books to their rightful places. If that is alright with you?” She asked sweetly, taking up the stack and walking over to a bookshelf. Guarding her back, Amon growled deeply at the man, his fire blazing wildly.

This human had many weapons. Too many weapons. And was, in his opinion, too close to his mistress. He was more than ready to tear out his throat should his mistress give the signal.

The crown prince nodded and stepped to the side to let her through. If his father had allowed her to stay this long, there was no need to question his choices: the Knight King was all seeing, or as close as a human could be -

“I was just studying something father gave me, didn’t expect I’d have a visitor.”

He commented, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the desk he had been using, though of course, being careful to not bump into the lantern that sat on it. Kasimir though did hold on to the scroll a little tighter though.

Lucette NSFW Headcanons Pt2

You thought it was over? Nah, not with me. More info on Lucette’s future sex life because reasons. I told you about the rougher parts of her kinks but what about her softer parts? 

16. She loves to cuddle after sex. Preferably the little spoon, though occasionally she does take over being the big spoon.

17. If you prefer having sex under the covers, then she isn’t the girl for you. She hates that with a passion. Have you ever slept with your entire body completely under the covers? It turns into an inferno in there!

18. She likes her men (or women) making a good amount of noise to show how they’re feeling. If they’re silent, she immediately assumes that something is wrong.

19. Deepthroating isn’t gonna be her specialty. In fact, she prefers nothing in her mouth at all. But she may make an exception depending on who it is.

20. Wouldn’t mind wearing costumes but finds it to be too much trouble. It’s gonna be torn off, so why bother?

21. Likes huge, thick blankets.

22. Likes bathing after sex. Who likes to sleep with sweat and other bodily fluids on you?

23. If you join her, you may get a special round of bath sex ;).

24. If you have scars, she likes to trace them especially after sex. She likes hearing the stories behind them and makes her think.

Oh great, the king had a son too?! And he’s a paladin? Well, paladin in training.

“I...I see. Well, sir, or Your Highness, or whatever you prefer to be called, I am just here to  return these books to their rightful places. If that is alright with you?” She asked sweetly, taking up the stack and walking over to a bookshelf. Guarding her back, Amon growled deeply at the man, his fire blazing wildly. 

This human had many weapons. Too many weapons. And was, in his opinion, too close to his mistress. He was more than ready to tear out his throat should his mistress give the signal.

kingarise

She wasn’t expecting a response! She was ready to bolt but since the man, she guesses by the voice, hasn’t done anything hostile to her yet, she will try to be diplomatic. Cassie’s lessons won’t be going to waste after all.

“My name is Maria, Maria Dragoncaster. I didn’t know anyone was here. I won’t hurt you, if you don’t hurt me.” She announced. Throwing the fireball into the air, she summoned over a dozen more, making them float in the air and giving her more light. Wow, this guy was armored to the teeth!

“Who are you exactly?”

“Bradley, son of the Knight King and Crown Prince of Eleum Loyce.” He returned coolly. “Paladin in training, as how my father calls me until he deems me ready to be called a proper paladin like he is.”

‘And of course, also Glencour’s brother.’

[re-upload] I’ve been thinking about fereldan folk dress because honestly, the in game ones look… pretty bad….

inspired by central- eastern-european folkwear

Even though she found their conversation interesting, Maria still kept tiptoeing past the two men, letting out a sigh of relief when they ignored her. Only to freeze a bit when she heard them talking about someone called Aava. Who is that? Considering they said the word dung, it is an animal, but she didn’t see any animals around here.

kingarise

By the time Maria finished her book, her meal was finished and she learnt nothing new. Well, except that Sir Velstadt and Kasimir were totally banging later and that she should stay outside for the rest of the night. Thank goodness that she was a pyromancer. Getting up and stretching, she gave a sigh of relief at the satisfying crack from her back. Very satisfying.

“I’m gonna call it a night. Reading wise.” She called out walking over to a bookshelf but this time with a plan.

“Amon, here boy.” She called to the spirit, waiting for him patiently. Amon let out an annoyed huff from being forced to move, but did as she asked and stood next to her. Lifting one leg up, she gingerly placed her foot on his back, the other following when Amon didn’t react. Now at the appropriate height, Maria put the book in its proper place. Hopping off of Amon, she gave him a large beaming smile.

“Good boy! You’re getting a treat if I find anymore dried mangoes. Have fun studying, Your Highness!” She said, waving at Kasimir as she walked out the door, only to freeze and peek back in with a sly look.

“Oh, and with Velstadt too.” She added, closing the door before he could react. Giggling to herself, she hefted her bag on her shoulders, strolling down the corridor with a grin on her face. Only for that grin to drop when she saw who else was there.

“Ugh, not him again.” She grumbled under her breath, irritably. She honestly decided that she did not like Gotthard, his attitude reminding her of all the annoying boys at school. You know, the one that would argue with a teacher for the whole class period over something minor? That type. Unfortunately for her, there were no other paths except past him.

“If I keep my head down and ignore him, I should breeze right past him with no conversations or problems.” She mumbled to herself in encouragement, grasping her bag straps with her hands as carefully made her way past him.

Almost…there…

Maldron’s shorter stature made him hard to take seriously, though their previous times of cooperation reminded him that was still not an excuse to underestimate the assassin -

The assassin’s gauntlet covered hand rested on his elbow: “By the way, what’s gotten you still sulking at this time of the night? I know that you and your father don’t share the best of relationships -” Those words were like a electric shock down his spine that had Gotthard twitching.

“That’d be a understatement.” He grumbled under his breath.

“Still not an excuse for you to be out here at this time of the night, acting like someone had took your beloved sword and stuck it in a mound of Aava’s dung. A warm bath, and then you’re going to go to sleep.”