I love me some gen threads, especially funny or drama-filled ones, but I am also shamelessly here for shipping AUs. The general Liem-shipping vibe is "I want more than this, but I shouldn't & they can't possibly want me back," so if you're into that, I've got what you need. His default setting is very D&D-like high fantasy, but I'm comfortable playing him in modern fantasy settings as well. Pretty much any prompt can also accommodate Liem being a full vampire instead of a dhampir, if that's your thing.
Prompts for inspiration:
• Arranged Marriage: Liem's shady vampire family has arranged his marriage to you, but he seems a rather reluctant fiance.
• Bodyguard Shipping: It's Liem's duty to keep you safe and out of trouble, possibly despite your best efforts.
• Companion to Royalty: Reclusive vampire king Liem and YOU! Are you a gift from a local power? Sacrifice from the townsfolk? Or did you just stumble up the road to his castle during a storm?
• Enemies to Lovers: Maybe Liem is a foreign agent trying to sabotage your country or organization. Or maybe you're rebelling against the current regime and he's trying to take you in.
• Fake Dating/Fake Married: A relationship is your cover story while you're travelling for some secret reason. Gotta keep up appearances.
• Hunter & Hunted: Are you a hunter trying to track Liem down? Or a snack that proved more than he bargained for?
• Hurt (Comfort Optional): Whether he's hurt, sick, drugged, or just upset, two things remain constant: Liem needs help, and he doesn't want to accept it. But maybe you don't want to fix him anyway; maybe you want to make him worse.
• Living a Lie: Whether you're undercover on a mission, or you lied to cover something up and now you have to commit, you're stuck playing a role until you accomplish some secret objective — or until you can shake off your nosy company.
• Loss of Control: For whatever reason, one of you is struggling not to go berserk — or perhaps has already failed. If it's Liem, can you help him come back to himself, or are you the one pushing him over the edge?
• Out of the Frying Pan: The classic "tried to help someone in trouble, ended up with a new and possibly worse problem" situation. But at least you're in it together!
• Priest/Celibacy: Default here is that Liem is the priest, but it could go the other way. Smutty, or just laden with UST? You decide.
• Texting: Stupid TFLN-style text threads, my beloved...
• Random Scenario: For if none of the above tickle your fancy.
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But although his own dishevelment is disguised well enough by the shade of his hat and the fall of robes over his trousers, Konoha has no such luxury. Her humiliation is palpable, and he can’t help but feel like he has only made it worse.
When they return to the inn, he slips hurriedly inside so she can close the door, so she can finally have some privacy from the onslaught of stares they’d waded through out in the street. The thought of being in an enclosed space with her all night makes him want to jump out of his skin, but there’s no way he could wander town alone without attracting notice now. Too many people have gawked at him today for him to risk being seen out without his “wife,” and although he does have a spell that could solve his problem… it’s an incredibly suspicious spell for a priest to have learned. There’s no way he could demonstrate it for Konoha to ease her worries, even to give her some privacy.
So he simply hangs his hat up once they’re inside, glancing back across the room’s dimly lit interior to find Konoha’s gaze when she speaks again. His pale cheeks are still flushed, but now the cause is shame just as much as arousal.]
I’m sorry, Konoha. I didn’t mean to… to distract you. Or to lose track of time like that.
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Please don't... apologize.
[She should move. She should fetch her "skirt" she kept for such occasions as this from her baggage, the one that she hadn't worn because she wasn't supposed to have entered her cycle yet, and she hadn't wanted to believe she had. She should turn around so he can't see how her tail lilts into a desperate little curve, so ready and wanting to flick or sway and expose how aroused she's become. But instead... she's looking down. She had been bothered by its presence at first, unused to such jewelry, but over time... It had started feeling natural, she barely noticed it. Now, though... the two-headed eagle ring on her finger feels heavy, and she twists it slightly back and forth. ... Back and forth.]
I'm the one who was fool enough to think... it could be fine to have just a little.
[She should have known better. With heats, it was either complete abstinence, completely removing herself from any sort of sexual situation... or it was complete indulgence. There wasn't much allowed in between. But she'd wanted to believe that maybe... Maybe with a partner with two legs it would have been possible.]
You probably don't want-
[... more than "a little". Which meant- She swallows, slow and heavy.]
It might be best if... I could just try to get some sleep, so. I wouldn't... go out alone in town right now if I were you, but you could take your meal downstairs if you like...
[That had been... her plan sometime around the stairs. That way he wouldn't have to stay cramped in this room with her while she shifted and writhed with discomfort, the sheets staining gradually with sweat.]
Or, I can...
[Her fingers twist the ring again, toying with pulling it from her finger. If she did that... she shouldn't do it wearing his ring, even if it was all an act. It would be wrong.]
... We could lose two or three days if I don't... take care of this, so. I can... go out myself. You don't have to wait up.
[They wouldn't be passing through this village again. It wouldn't follow him back to Oppara, the idea that he might be a cuckold. It would only follow her- maybe. But he... He seemed so determined to get to Goka as quickly as possible, and she- Now she wanted it. Badly. Even if she resented her body for putting her in a situation to want in the first place, even if she didn't know or fancy any of the stallions they'd passed at the market... If she's confident about anything in that moment, it's that she wouldn't have to look far to find an enthusiastic partner. Maybe not a kind one, or a generous one, but they would be... able, to dampen her heat and more quickly return her to travel-fit condition, able to walk without mincing and interact with others without causing strife or attracting undue attention.
She tries to sound professional, to offer him the various option she could supply or provide as his guide as if minutes ago she hadn't been gently pressed against him pleading for kisses and touch, but. Konoha is failing.
Because if she gave him all the options available... There was one more.]
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But… she doesn't tell him. And she doesn't look up either, her eyes seemingly glued to the golden ring on her finger: her "wedding band." Liem thinks of her fingers splayed across his chest, of her nuzzling into his hair as she tells him, softly, You're a good man.
He doesn't think he can keep hiding the truth from her in good conscience. At least this secret is his own to divulge.
Reaching up, he plucks the lenses carefully from his face, revealing two very pale, ice-blue eyes set against a background of night black. Fatigue shadows them, standing out against pale skin like bruises.]
Konoha.
[He takes a step closer, waiting for her to look at him. His fingers clutch the delicate arms of his glasses tightly, though his expression is composed.]
If I wasn't really a human man, would you still want me to stay?
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And this time… She doesn’t really want to do either of the things she proposed to him just now. She wants… to stay there, alone with him. She wants to spend her heat with someone she thinks is interesting and kind, who she’s talked to more than twice, who wasn’t just going to be seized by a rut and mount her without a single kiss, even if that might still accomplish the goal of bringing her heat to an end quicker. Even if he was a client…
She can’t hide the hopeful look on her face, nor the way her tail hitches an inch higher, when he says her name and she turns around to-
To meet his eyes, and not dark glass shades.
At first, she’s so shocked that she can’t even speak, her mouth opening slightly only for nothing to come out. She has to swallow, first, her fingers tightening on the ring, before,]
That’s… what was behind your glasses this whole time?
[He’s not human- he can’t be with those eyes, no matter how he wanted to claim he spent most of his life away from the sun in a temple, but what was he, then… ?]
…… Your eyes are so blue.
[She forgets to even ask.]
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[He says it simply, forcing himself to hold her gaze without flinching. Yes, these eyes are the reason he's worn his lenses so religiously over the past few weeks they've travelled together. These eyes that mark him unquestionably as other, even if their exact provenance isn't immediately clear.
And then, after a pause and a small, wry smile, again:]
Yes.
[Blue is not the only thing they are, but yes, they are that too. He supposes it's an uncommon colour here, even more so than in the country where he was born.
Despite the smile, though, he stays where he is: halfway across the room, with his glasses still clutched warily in his hands. He doesn't want to find out what might happen if he moves closer, when she's still looking at him with such shock on her face.]
Like my mother, I was told. Konoha… I'll understand if you feel I've been dishonest with you.
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She likes that he smiles, even if it’s small and wry. She likes… this time, she likes that he apologizes. Well- He doesn’t, actually, understanding isn’t the same thing, it just sounded like the same tone…
And for a moment she has to just stand there too, the both of them staring at each other across the small room until finally-]
They’re really pretty…
[Is it strange that they are surrounded by black and not white? Yes. But though she sometimes did see races other than human and centaur on the trade routes and in larger cities when she made stops, she didn’t know encyclopedic knowledge of the many sorts of men who walked the earth- let alone on the other continent. He could be anything, despite how human shaped he seemed to her. Yet…
Konoha finds that she can’t help take a cautious, hopeful step away from the door and towards him, her skin still flushed and her tail still betraying her in a high arc over her bay rump. He talks of being dishonest with her, but… he’d never said he was human, had he? She’d just assumed, and he hadn’t corrected her… which is not quite the same either.
And now, here- He isn’t human. So what is she going to do… ?]
Liem, do you think…
[One more step, her fingers lacing and unlacing, fidgeting with the ring and her knuckles while his hands stay tight and still.]
Do you think… I care a lot about being human?
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[When Konoha takes a hesitant step nearer, then another, his grip on the arms of his glasses tightens for just a moment. He knows that Konoha isn't human either, that this land isn't like the one he came from, where even seeing a non-human at a town market was remarkable. In the time since he arrived on the shores of Tian Xia he's seen people with the glossy feathers and beaks of crows, the scales of serpents, the tails and whiskers of rats. And he's spent weeks travelling through centaur lands while posing as Konoha's husband, despite the strange looks it's earned her.
But there is a difference between belonging to a non-human people and being the bastard offspring of the natural and the unnatural. He knows the concept of such things exists even in this distant land: the spawn of demons or yokai, born of humans and living among them. And he has no other lineage to his name; the best he could possibly say of his father was that he never knew him, which is no real virtue.]
But I have no other heritage worth claiming. I won't pretend otherwise.
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Did you... pretend to be human to hurt people... ?
[Her mouth feels so dry. The next anxious, cautious step towards him sounds so loud.]
Were you planning to hurt me... ?
[She doesn't think that's true, and those are... what matters, she thinks. Whether it was her kind nature or the fact that she had been raised amongst humans while possessing a body that would never allow her to pretend to be one of them... Konoha thinks she can understand very well why someone capable of it might prefer to just be thought of as a member of the more "normal" race. Surely... He just hadn't ant to attract undue attention?
And if they were to- If he would let her- He wouldn't be able to hide his eyes through that, would he? So is that why he'd admitted it now, of all times? Unless there was some other reason him not being human had become relevant... ?
She swallows, her upper spine curving slightly to subconsciously bring her down a bit closer to his height, her voice lowering as her cheeks redden, the dock of her tail quivering.]
Is your... are you not human-shaped... down there... ?
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No, of course not. I swear to Abadar that was never my intention.
[He watches her draw closer, wondering if he's just imagining the tentative hopefulness in the lines of her approach. He wants her to trust him. He wants her to keep thinking of him as a good man, even if it's a small and selfish want. Just that one bit of esteem would be enough, he thinks; just this one woman who would rather spend the night with his kisses and his cool hands than with a stallion who could give her what her body craves.
Even though that next, murmured question almost makes him choke out a laugh from sheer surprise.]
N-no! [He can feel a flush start to darken his cheeks.] That's not why, Konoha. I just wanted to be honest.
[His voice lowers a bit to better match hers, though he sounds a little bit strangled.]
I didn't want you to find out part way through, because of my eyes, or— or my teeth.
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I know, I know you wouldn't-
[And he swears by Abadar, so why would she ever doubt it? He isn't human, he isn't not a priest (somehow him admitting the lie of omission doesn't shake her faith in the rest of him), and she still wants... Even if the other centaurs had mocked them in the market over the idea that a human (er, human-shaped) person could satisfy a mare in heat... She still far prefers the idea of of his kisses and his hands to the quick, sweaty coupling with a stranger, no matter how filling or deep it might could be-
Her dark, calloused hands fly up to cover her face in embarrassment when he splutters into half-laughing defense of his dick and explanation for his need to confess, shaking her head and sending the voluminous bun of dark hair atop of her head to wobbling.]
I was j- Just checking, I-
[Her hearts feel so tight. She had tried to be professional and offer him ways out, but now she can't imagine allowing him to leave... and she hates that she'd even offered to go and let another man mount her, when that was the last thing she'd wanted, and- He said... "part way". Part way through. Which meant... It meant he wanted to also, didn't he? That he was imagining being with her?
A soft, aching whimper is muffled behind her hands as she struggles for the word she means to say, charging forward despite.]
Liem, if... If you like me at all-
["Like" could mean so many things, but-]
Can we... I want to kiss you again, and I want more than "a little", and... We could just be-
[Just be... Konoha stumbles, fumbling for the word in her second language and realizing she had... never had cause to learn such a thing, resulting in another pent-up sound of frustration, her tail whipping as she admits her failing.]
Liem, I don't know the word in Taldane for "sekisufri"...
[Hnngh...]
"Heat... heat time partner that you swear... to be loyal to for the contract time but it doesn't mean you can't part amicably later..."
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He folds his glasses up carefully, sliding them into a leather pouch attached to the belt at his waist.
And then, hands newly freed, he takes one last step toward Konoha to close the distance between them. He reaches for her face, for the dark, work-roughened hands pressed against it.]
We don't have a word for something like that.
[His fingers slide over hers, coaxing her hands from her face so he can take them, so he can pull them down toward himself. Liem brushes his thumbs over her knuckles looking up at her flushed, warm-looking face.]
But I do like you, Konoha. I want to kiss you again.
[And he does; he raises one of her hands so he can press a kiss just below the ring decorating her fingers, and then turns her hand to press her palm against his cheek.]
I will be your for-now partner, if you want me.
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No, of course Taldane doesn't have a word for that. They don't have people who go into heat, that was stupid of her, but.
He takes her hands and reminds her how cool he felt against the flushed heat of her naturally high body temperature compounded by her season. (So... that was because he wasn't human, then, not because he just had poor circulation...) His lips press to her fingers and they finally still in his grasp from their anxious, hopeful fidgeting. They just curl, slowly, over his, and then smooth over his pale cheek as her bottom lip trembles.]
Please...
["For-now partner". She'll remember it. A new word. She never stopped learning.]
I do want-
[He likes her enough. It makes the insecurity drain from her expression and leave only softness and heat behind in her gaze, until she realizes that just that might make it sound like she wanted anyone in this state, when all of this has happened because that wasn't true. She didn't just want, or she would have just taken care of it the easiest, surest way. What she wants is-]
I want you...
[Him, specifically... him, whose temple she bends down to nuzzle against, a needy sound escaping in a quiet whine into his ear as she rubs her thumb along his cheekbone, encouraging him to tip his chin up for her, to meet her-
Where she kisses him, unable to torture herself any longer, desperately longing and full of curiosity for less centaur-like affection that comes across painfully clear in the warm slide of her tongue and the sharp nip of her teeth along his lip. She can't even wait to ask him first if he wants to sit on the bed, if he'd like the wall, if he'd prefer to lay down...
First she needs this. Hopes that now they need this.]
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He leans up, tipping his head to meet her questing lips, his other hand sliding up to cup her jaw. It's still with a bit of apprehension that he parts his lips at the slide of her tongue, but the ache of his wanting is stronger, and he kisses her until the need for air burns at his lungs.]
You can have me.
[It's murmured between hasty breaths, between kisses that grow hotter as his lips warm from the heat of her mouth. He nibbles tenderly at her lip, chasing the indulgent softness of it.]
You can have as much as you like, Konoha.
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It’s Liem.
Who she kisses over and over. At first they are purely sweet, inexperienced and slightly clumsy things. She chases every whim and fleeting little thought, from I wonder if I can feel how sharp his teeth are with my tongue to How long can I kiss before I have to take a breath? The answers are “yes” and “I lost count”.
For a while, kissing him takes all of her focus, scattered heat emotions and needs finally given an outlet- one that she actually knows, who says things like,]
Oh, no… That feels so risky to say when I’m in heat…
[Yet there’s no denying again that she wants it, not when it makes the double pulse of her hearts pound faster.]
I don’t want to exhaust you…
[That might be the first inadvertent lie she’d ever told him. Because judging by how heated her touch was becoming, how her tail was flicking behind her… She wanted nothing more than to have him until he just physically couldn’t respond any longer. When would that be… ?
As reluctant as she is to pull her hand from his cheek, his cool skin warmed beneath how overheated her own was… she needs it, to slip down and join her other in seeking out the buttons and clasps of his clothing, seeking to remove the barriers between them now that she can have more than a little, a soft whine released as she shifts her weight from one back hoof to another. Even though it might be obvious… she has to… She really should admit…]
Liem, I’ve never… been with a two-legged person before…
[Her home village may have primarily been human, but… he knew firsthand now that many in this land viewed relationships with her kind as taboo or perverse. She didn’t view it that way, she certainly doesn’t have reluctance in her own soft amber gaze, but.
Her voice lowers as if they might be overheard in their own room, nuzzling against his forehead as she releases a slow, shaky breath, her fingers still desperately attempting to divest him of some clothing.]
Maybe… we can both be guides today… ?
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No? But we won't be travelling tomorrow, will we?
[He's thinking that sounds like a very agreeable way to become exhausted, actually. And he's thinking that no one has ever threatened him so thoroughly with the opportunity.
At first, as Konoha's hands wander over his clothing, he simply lets her explore. His own hands slide along the hot skin of her neck, follow her robe over the curve of a breast, drag around to rub over her humanoid back. But when his fingers brush the pelt at her waist, it seems past time to help her free of it, and his hands move in search of the ties that will let him do so.
He tips his head gently, so her nuzzling slides slightly over to his temple.]
I'll guide you, if you'll continue to do the same for me.
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Wait, she probably shouldn't do that, he's a grown man with dignity, and he- Oh, his hands are sliding beneath her pelt wrap... so her sharp canines dig in to her bottom lip in a sweet betrayal of her excitement as she shifts her weight just slightly to make sure his hands go to the right area to find the knot of the cord holding it to her "waist" over where more human-like skin transitioned to hide and bay coat.]
Right...
[They won't be traveling tomorrow. They can both be guides.
The nuzzling he tips over to his temple turns into another soft kiss, a snuffle into his hair as she inhales his scent. It seems so much stronger, so much more tempting today, and she can't get enough... or stop wondering how it might change.]
Can I take all your clothes off... ?
[She puts her fingers back to work, beginning to undo any buttons she can get her hands on. The emphasis is on all, because another thing she has never done... is couple naked. Centaurs largely mated outside, for obvious reasons, and though there was a certain shamelessness needed there, it meant most people kept their clothes on or at least half-on, ready to redress as needed, but now... She locked the door. No one else can see them, and-]
I-
[She confesses to her sin shyly, but she also doesn't sound that contrite.]
I peeked by accident a little... when you were in the bath... just a little...
[And what she had seen... had been very surprising. And very promising.]
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You may.
[His fingers find the ties at her waist, and begin teasing them open so the heavy pelt can fall away. And although her question was about his own clothes, his pulse speeds up at the prospect of seeing her without hers, of kissing more than just her mouth or fingers, of warming his cold hands on hot brown skin.
The pelt wrap comes undone, revealing the intriguing landscape where her torso meets equine upper chest. His hands explore the boundary on their meandering way to seek the ties of her robe as well, and he tips his head to press a kiss to the line of her jaw.
Then he slants a look at her, a smile curling over his mouth.]
By accident, was it?
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This, though… even as her heat thrums and aches for far more, Konoha delights in being able to experiment with tender kisses, sliding touch, a shiver slowly making its way up and down her long spine as cool fingers divest her of her pelt wrap and wander up the powerful muscles of her lower chest. In return, her own hands slide down Liem’s shirt until they reach the last button she can find, undoing it to begin coaxing the garment open only to be confounded by another layer that brings a little frustrated whine to her throat. Liem wears so many clothes… !
The blush is probably more to do with his question, though, and the way it makes her squirm as she tries to help him out of the outer layer and get to work too eagerly on the next.]
The first time was an accident… really…
[It was! She’d just instinctively tried to look at who she was talking to, but…
Her voice lowers and her gaze does likewise, catching the shape of her marriage knife on his belt.]
The others peeks I had to do… or the maid would have thought I was a bad wife…
[… Did that logic pass muster? It seems like it made sense to her!]
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His outer shirt is just beneath. When that peels away, the silhouette that Konoha spied while he was bathing becomes more obvious: taut shoulders and lean, well-defined arms and chest, tapering to narrow hips. It should be a familiar enough silhouette by now; his bedtime clothing hides no more than the simple shirt he wears underneath his other clothes. He is not a large or particularly solid-looking man by most human standards, but enough of his build is apparent even in light clothing that he could imagine Konoha being curious.
Temple priests do tend to be less well muscled, and most of those are more generously padded as well, at least in his experience.]
Oh, the maid. Of course.
[Had he sensed a bit of genuine curtness from Konoha by the time she'd sent the maid away? It had been difficult to tell from just her voice, but he thought perhaps he had.
He reaches up again, this time to undo the ties of her robe before he can be diverted again from his mission. But he's wearing a small smile, both for her struggles with his layers and for her blushing answer to his question. She's so serious about it, he can't help but want to tease her just a little.]
What do you think she was thinking when she left?
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And when she pulls his outer shirt away, she gets to see a bit more of what had surprised her so much when she'd taken an inadvertent (and then maybe not so inadvertent) peek on his upper body in the bath. Later... later she'll ask what in the world he did at his temple to be so fit, but right now... She bites into her lip and just appreciates it. Maybe squeezes a bit on his bicep just to test...
Oh, yes. Quite firm. That's nice.]
I think...
[Feeling the ties of her much simpler robes come undone to Liem's clever fingers, Konoha pauses to flush a bit deeper, a surge of shyness bubbling up from somewhere to be seen... actually naked by a man, her few experiences more hasty and half-clothed. But despite the way her shoulders curl as if to try and hide for a moment... she wants- She wants him to look, to see, so.]
She was probably thinking... that there must be something about Liem... to help him keep a centaur wife... ?
[As embarrassing as the insinuations had been out in public, from the mouths of stallions interested in her scent and annoyed by the fact that she'd attached herself to someone they saw as inferior... Konoha's cheeks grow even rosier as she tries to tease him back, pulling her fingers from his clothing just long enough to catch a last tie hidden on the opposite side of her robe that would complicate removal, so the layers would slip apart and start sliding down her arms, revealing hints of well-defined, work-honed muscle contrasted with the full curves of womanhood.]
And I paid for the inn, so... I don't think she thought it was money...
[And no matter how nice some of his things were... He didn't wear them in the bath. Hers is the had with a borrowed ring on it, one that bumps against his knuckles when she bashfully reaches for his hand... and then puts it back on the collar of her garment, asking for him to be the one to finish removing it.]
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I'll leave the assessment of whether she might've been right up to your discretion.
[His eyes linger with interest on the unclothed shape of her, the mix of soft curves and sturdy muscles demanded of someone who labours for a living. And when she takes his hand, lifting it up to the collar of the robe that's already beginning to slip away from her shoulders, he can feel his heart beat a more lively tune against the inside of his ribs.
He teases the fabric down her shoulders and free of her arms, letting his hands follow it down so they leave cool trails on her flushed skin. His eyes traverse her exposed skin unabashedly, lingering over her collarbones, her breasts, the naked curve of her shoulders, the intriguing landscape where smooth lower belly becomes bay upper chest. He smiles at her, his hands smoothing idly along the warm hide just below her upper torso.]
I seem to have run out of clothes to help you with.
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I’m really good at assessments…
[That’s not even just an attempt at saying something rousing, that’s a reassurance. She hadn’t gotten to be one of the great Sha Gozen’s most trusted plains guides for nothing! And sure, she didn’t usually use that skill for evaluating how good her clients were in bed, at handling a mare in heat, but…
She laughs, just a little, at his comment about her nakedness when he was still hidden away from her in half an undershirt, belt, trousers, boots… oh, gods, it was even more than she remembered to think of…]
That’s because I’m dressed for the plains and Liem is dressed for Oppara still…
[Except for the boots, anyway. She moves to undo his belt with strong, calloused fingers, her dark amber eyes flitting between his face and his body, still so hidden… and she- she wanted them both to be naked, how novel that would be…]
But you can help me with these clothes…
[She wants to see him, too. As much as she’d hate to lose the touch of his hand for herself, even momentarily… she shivers slightly in the wake of his cool touch, the way it felt so soothing against the urgent heat of a rut and yet so rousing, so part of what made her burn. Where his hand had trailed down her body her skin pebbles slightly with goose flesh, a nipple tightens slightly with an aching sigh as if it were brisk out, and her muscles twitch in her lower chest beneath his fingers. Not because it is scary to her that his skin didn’t feel like a human’s of a jinba’s, but because-]
Ah… that feels so nice…
[Like a fresh, cool cloth placed across a feverish brow.]
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Then we'd best remedy this imbalance as soon as possible.
[He teases gently, reluctantly leaving the warmth of her chest behind to tuck his holy symbol into his collar and then pull his undershirt over his head. His body is a pale landscape of lean muscle and faded scars — most years old at least and barely visible. The symbol he's opted to keep wearing rests coyly against his chest, somehow making his nakedness there more conspicuous.]
I hope it's alright if this stays on.
[He presses his palm once more against her lower chest, this time to steady himself as he lifts one foot up behind him to ease the plains-style boot free — though his balance doesn't really seem to need any help.]
I prefer not to be without it.
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[He may be teasing, but Konoha's response is far too sincere, watching perhaps even a bit too intently as he begins to pull that last layer up and over. She knew he'd be pale, and after her little peeks during baths she knew he'd be far more well muscled than she would have thought a priest would be, but... she didn't expect the scars she can see now that she's up close. They don't look new, but... a sympathetic look wells up in her eyes as her fingers follow in the wake of the fabric that has gone, tracing over them... and his ribs, and the slight curve of his spine, and the angles of his shoulder blades, swallowing heavily to try and keep her desire down. He still wasn't fully undressed, she had to wait-]
Of course, it's alright... I'd- [Oh, no] n- never tell you... you had to... take that off...
[She has to answer him, but halfway through her assurance that the symbol of his god was more than welcome to stay several things happen all at once that make her words start to waver and stutter, face growing ruddier and more shamefully aware. His palm comes to brace against her lower chest, which, for as equine as it was... it was technically a breast, to her, and it makes her shudder in surprise, her nethers clenching wantonly behind her. And that... that makes more proof of her desire slip down velvet soft skin, trace down a bay inner thigh, and oh, gods, what if it stains the-
A flirtatious flick of tail splatters a few droplets of musky arousal across the floor. (She knows that's why centaurs liked to do it outside, but she wants to-)
She buries her face in his hair, even if all that does is surround her with his scent and make her want him all the more, her breathing growing heavier, her touch more possessive despite how she still tries not to interfere in his movements. He still has a boot on, his trousers on- ! She can't help it, she's already looking for the fastener, even though she knows it's unfair, she hasn't done anything for him yet to urge him to meet the heights of desire her biology had already pushed her to, and yet-]
Liem, I can't...
[It's embarrassing to admit to a two-legged man, human or not, but she has to be honest now. It's not like her body wouldn't be, whether she liked it or not.]
I can't wait much longer, I'm sorry... I wanted to do it slow and sexy like, but- Can you undress faster... ?
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Tell me what you want.
[His other hand works at his second boot, tugging the fastenings undone rather more hastily than he had for the first one. Between his thighs, his cock begins to ache again against the confines of his trousers; but his voice remains patient, warm and molten as it floats into her ear.]
While I'm finishing. Tell me exactly what you want me to use my hands, my mouth for once I'm done.
[Never before has the act of simply removing a few articles of clothing seemed so monumental. He wiggles the second boot free of his heel.]
Be as explicit as you like.
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