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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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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Even just the weight of his hand on the back of her neck, heavy enough to feel but not enough to trap, the soft brush of his breath and those words along the curve of his ear... It summons a shudder of desire that travels down from her nape beneath his palm along her spine, past the short, dark vestigial mane that linked both her "halves" and all the way to the tip of her tail, which quivers before another anxious flick.
As explicit as she liked... What she liked and what she could actually say might be two different things, but oh... Oh, she wants to try...]
I want... I want you to touch me... there... beneath my tail...
[She can't quite bring herself to say the words she knew for her nethers in Taldan... They sounded so lewd compared to her own native tongue, somehow? She didn't know why, but surely it was clear enough... ?]
To... rub me, and... kiss me...
[She might only have experience with quicker, rougher mounts, but she'd... heard things, and seen things, she was well aware there were... plenty of things men and women might do together, so if they were going to stay in this hotel room, if he was really going to let her burn her rut out with him-]
Your fingers look so clever... and your lips are so soft and cool... Can you-
[Her desperate fingers finally find the fastener on his trousers, undoing it and immediately- ah, no, what if she accidentally tangled up his knees or interfered in his undressing? Instead of trying to pull them down all the way before he's ready, she slips her fingertips around the line of his hips, looking for fabric to slip under and dip inside his remaining clothes, her warm, questing touch searching for the stiffening swell of his erection.]
Can you take me over the peak... ? I can't... My mind is so full of lewd things, I don't think I can focus on anything else until you do, until you make me...
["Cum". She does know that word, but she blushes and nuzzles into his hair instead of saying it, an aching whimper muffled in the gray strands at his temples. Her fingers find his cock, cradling him gently with just her thumb stroking up an down while she was trapped in the tight space between his skin and the fabric.]
Please... ? And then-
[A heavy swallow, both of her heartbeats pounding. Her body craved pleasure in this state, but what it actually needed to settle down was seed, as much of it as he could give her, so-]
I could do things for you... You could tell me what you want, too...
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She isn't the only one who's having trouble thinking about anything other than sex.]
I can. I will.
[There is a smile in his voice as he relinquishes his hold on her neck to slide both hands to the waist of his undone trousers. His eagerness is obvious, and so is his confidence that he'll be able to do what she asks. But he still eases his pants carefully, deliberately down his waist, freeing the hand trapped against him, before sliding them fully off to stand naked with her, finally.]
I want you to touch me, too.
[It would be hard not to, with her already teasing him with her hand. He wants more; he wants her to tease his cock while she explores him with her mouth; he wants her to indulge her curiosity and her hunger with his body. Liem tips his head so he can find her lips, his fingers splaying over her waist as he kisses her warmly.]
But before that… I want to taste you. I want to make you come.
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His cock is in her hand, after all. She’d been careful when he finally divested himself of his trousers, but finally without them, unconstrained by inseam or waistband, she’d been unable not to return there… and though she hungered to curiously admire how he looked fully nude, not just a little peek in the bath, she can’t stop herself from cleaving close into the circle of his arms around her “waist”, where she curves her spine to be bridge the distance in their heights and kiss him.]
Please, Liem…
[I want to make you come, and her hoof scrapes a bit noisily as she eagerly paws the wooden floor. Her lips take to the warmth easily, but it isn’t long before she tries for hot, for open, pressing her own desires into what feels like a last kiss. After all… if he wants to taste her, she will lose this touch to the discongruity of their bodies, it feels like it might be forever until she can do this again… so before they part she gently recurls her fingers around his stiffening cock, clumsily but oh-so-eagerly stoking from root to tip as she breaks just barely from his lips, her voice spilling out in the scant space between them.]
Please, please, please…
[Her sweet pleas grow quieter each time until it just a whisper, then just a shape of the syllables that her lips make as she forced herself to stop touching him. There is a moment when she closes her eyes and realizes she shouldn’t… just stand there in the middle of the room. Even if she could lock her knees and do it standing, it was probably an awkward height for him… and she had nothing to brace on…
Konoha’s eyes and mind reluctantly focus as best she can on… logistics. She wanted him to touch her, kiss her, not put a crick in his neck… and with a reluctant sound and a barely audible assurance, she slowly untangles from his embrace and forces her shaky limbs to carry her to the large bed. She pulls the two pillows from it first and casts them to the floor as if just to get them out of the way before she carefully positions her legs and eases her weight down… until she’s found the position that feels like it might work.
Turning to look back over her shoulder, her cheeks red and her eyes glazed with want, she invites him closer to where she has curled up on the mattress, her back legs tucked up under her belly to try and keep from kicking and her rump hanging just off the edge. Her long ebon tail refuses to grant her a single moment of modesty, hitched high with wanton urge to show off for the stallions around her, but it’s just… it’s just them, in here, it’s only Liem now who sees how desperately slick her nethers are, arousal glistening and already threatening to overflow from dark lips that are velvet soft, brief glimpses of slick pick insides and the swell of her spade-shaped clitoris on offer with each flutter of muscles and each shallow inhale.]
Is this… Is this good… ?
[Oh. The pillows are there for his knees.]
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Instead he settles for watching her as she moves to position herself properly on the bed — and this time, not for sleep. The way her lower body moves is fascinatingly unfamiliar, equine and yet not, ungainly but somehow still graceful as she lowers her bulk onto the mattress. His eyes are drawn unfailingly to the flashes of soft, glistening pink winking wantonly at him from beneath her tail; they seem to be beckoning him, so he would be remiss not to draw closer.
He smiles when she peers back at him, appreciating the flush in her cheeks as she looks over her shoulder.]
It's perfect.
[The discarded cushions make a convenient platform for him to kneel upon once Konoha has made herself comfortable. He settles atop them, rests one hand on the bed next to her and runs the other up the back of one rounded haunch, from upper thigh up to just below her tail. Curiously, he slides his hand back down to run his thumb over slick, velvety lips, then around the swollen bud of her clitoris, acquainting himself with her heat and her shape. He still wants to taste her, and he intends to — but he takes this moment to look, first.]
You've grown impatient for me, haven't you?
[He does lean forward then, but only to press a kiss to the back of her haunch, next to her wanting nethers. And as his thumb whispers over her clit, he slides cool fingers inside her.]
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Her fingers curl anxiously for lack of something (someone) to hold, fisting in the bedsheets as he approaches and her entire body hums with anticipation. He was going to touch her- and when he does her rump fairly jumps in surprise even though she’d seen it coming. Her hide quivers for a moment in instinctual reaction, and along with it… her nethers clench and wink open again, all but pleading for his attention.
Was she more impatient than other heats? Konoha almost wants to turn away and hide her blush and the way her lip trembles, but she also definitely can’t. His touch was sliding over her powerful body, his lips leave a soft kiss on her haunch, and her throat is suddenly so dry. She opens her mouth to say his name, to tell him he was right, so right-
But nothing comes out but air in the shape of words, a little whimper curled back by her tongue… that suddenly becomes a loud, embarrassing one when his fingers slip inside the hot clutch of her body. The barely there swirl of touch over the large, spade-shaped source of pleasure makes her legs spasm, she almost tries to kick out-
And it will become very obvious why she laid herself down with her back legs so intentionally tucked underneath her belly. Without the weight of a stallion pressing down heavy on her back, she had to do it. She would, she would, she’s not going to let herself kick him no matter how good it felt-]
Oh, Liem…
[Finally, the words she meant to say work there way free of her throat on the heels of a soft moan. She can feel… she hadn’t known if the peculiar chill of his skin would register there, where she felt her hottest, but it does, he does, the soft friction of rub and intrusion accompanied by a faint contrast in temperature that somehow both soothes and arouses at the same time, making her nethers clench eagerly in response. She’d been growing wet with need since the market- no, since the night before when she lay in bed sleepless nuzzling against him and inhaling his scent, so that proof of her arousal is already there, a wet sound and a slickness that wells up around his fingers and out, glistening on the plump, soft lines of her womanhood and the swell of her clit. Did he think… did he think it was too messy, or too bestial, or too hot… ? Konoha grows nervous as if he might suddenly regret his eagerness and rescind his offer when faced with the actual reality of coupling, but-
He’s still just looking at her over her over the curve of her rump when she finds his eyes, with their peculiar shade that reminded her he wasn’t human either. He’d asked if she was impatient for him, and she was, undoubtably. So much so that-]
I don’t know what’s wrong with me…
[She’s been in heat countless times before. She’s sated it with partners a few times before. But this time…
Somethings different.]
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Already his hand is a mess — he feels sympathy for the maid who will have to clean the bed linens later — but even as he notes it, a small, pleased smile curves his lips. He thinks, with a tingle of warmth over his cheeks, that they'll probably both have a mess made of them before the night is over.]
Now why do you say that?
[His question is barely more than a murmur as he slides his fingers back over her, rubbing more insistently than before. The gentle humour in his expression suggests that he's not especially worried about her personal suspicions of sexual deviance, if that's indeed where her concerns lie.
This is the first time Liem has been intimate with anyone of Konoha's shape — but Oppara saw its fair share of non-humans, and in that human-dominated metropolis, many of them ended up at the same bars he tended to frequent when he was hoping for companionship. If being attracted to people not of your own species is a mark of deviance, Liem surely has her beat in terms of both variety and number.]
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But now it's something else, something new. Something that makes her eyelashes flutter and a sharp canine glint pale where she pinches on the dusky rose of a lip as his already slick fingers press in deeper and whisper along the way over the sensitive core of her pleasure, making her body clench even more excitedly, her double pulse pounding in her ears and almost echoing in her clit. She has to open her mouth to speak, but it's hard, a breathy little sigh escapes before she can try to give voice to it.]
Because...
[Why... Why did she say that? It wasn't because he was a different species, because... she can't feel that way, not when she'd been raised by hands of a race not her own, when she knew better than most what it felt like to be Other, even just a little, no matter what world you had your hoof (er, feet) in. It wasn't because she actually felt like what they were doing right now was wrong (besides, well, the fact that... he was her client, but-)
It was-]
Because just kissing shouldn't make it this much hotter...
[But just kissing... seemingly had. Even if a part of her suspects it wasn't "just" kissing at all... Konoha curls her equine parts in a bit tighter, just enough that she can look over her shoulder easier, with less strain, because she knows now in this moment that she doesn't want to look away from him. Though she can't reach him with her hands, or kiss him anymore with her lips... It's just temporary, just for now. She will later, and until then-]
Should it... ?
[Her expression is just as naked as the rest of her, curious and wanting and affectionate and needing, desperately needing, her tail quivering and her hands fisting trembling in the sheets.]
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Spoken like a woman who has never been properly kissed.
[Indeed, that's a bold statement for her to make when she admitted not hours earlier that she'd never been kissed by anyone other than him. And if her only experience with sexual encounters has been hasty couplings in the throes of heat-lust, just unions with stallions interested in a quick fuck when her cycle has made her eager to be bred…
No. She wouldn't have much experience with kissing, or touching, or foreplay of any kind, would she?
For now, he continues to pleasure her with just his fingers, teasing the eager bud of her clit and delving deeper to stroke along her inner walls as he watches her looking back at him. He is loath to abandon the pleasure of watching the results of his attentions — and yet.
And yet, he wants keenly to taste her, and to hear the breaths catch in her throat at the attention of his mouth. His wanting curiosity will not let him resist much longer.]
Shall I kiss you again?
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Should he kiss her again? Should he kiss her there, beneath her tail? She isn't sure if she's ever heard such a foolish question-]
Please, Liem...
[She begs sweetly, softly, aching to hold and explore him but held back by their biology. In place of him, her hands rub over the sheets, tender and wanting, caressing them until she can get closer again, pretending it might be his hand that slides up her belly to tentatively squeeze a breast, thumb flicking gently over a taut nipple.]
I'll-
[She's just as reluctant to give up the sight of him there around the curve of her bay rump, she'll miss it so, but the thought of him not showing her what such a thing would feel like, now, is far too painful an ache. So-]
I'll watch...
[Even if she couldn't see much at all but the hints of pointed ears and the crown of his hair.]