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I am going to start moving Menphina onto her own blog. You may find her on @menphinaalthyk :3

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“the Monster within”

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Some screens from last night with @vermilionlord while we roleplayed the rest of what took place on Tumblr~

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When he bit down on the skin of her collar, a cry was ripped from her and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Her toes curled and she pressed her body against him. Her tail moved to wrap around his legs and begin to stroke his calf, inching up his right leg.

He looped his free arm around her waist, pulling her even closer than she had already been. The fabric of his trousers rubbed against the back of her exposed thigh. She released the hand she had guided under her skirt. Soon after, she felt his deft fingers tease her through her undergarments. Menphina purred under his skillful ministrations, her lower lip quivering. She widened her stance to allow him more maneuverability. His grip, however, kept her from moving too much, keeping her hips in place. Her lips parted as she began to form thoughts pertaining to words she wanted to say, but all that left her was another moan.

Menphina rolled her hips against his hand, her undergarments becoming damp with her arousal, the scent of her mixing in with the usual scents of Ul’dahn cuisine and ale. She had seemed to stop caring that they were out in the open in the Quicksand. Scenes like this were fairly common in Ul’dah. Poor Momodi; the lalafell must have seen some interesting sights. She could hear a wolf whistle and someone hollering about wanting a go with the supposed ‘goddess’. When he bit down on her collar again, she squealed as his fangs dug into her smooth skin.

Whatever marks he’d leave on her skin would heal as quickly as they came. And his fingers, his hands, she wanted them all over her. She had come to the guild for some drinks and company, wishing to spend the night rough against a wall or tangled in sheets, whichever she and her companion would get to first. Gods, she would get what she came for, even if her tryst happened to be a voidsent.

“And you’d be willing to, ah,” she gasped, “help me do something about that, hm? And as much as I love to have all eyes on me, how about we take this elsewhere?”

This was much too easy, more so than it really should have been given who he was dealing with. But it leant credence to her claim as the lover, eager to please and be pleased. Her moan was all the prompting that he needed, his assault on her senses coming much more aggressive than it had been. He’d barely had enough time to suck in another breath before she held him in place, more than willing to comply with her wishes for him to ravish her. Instead of dragging fangs across unblemished skin any longer, he chose to bite down, not hard enough to draw blood but more than enough to elicit a gasp from the woman.

Menphina’s hand on his arm was not what he wanted, however. He’d much rather her stroke something of a bit more import, but her guidance was all too telling, and slightly frustrating. It was pointless to complain, however, and no sooner had her hand lead him to her thigh than he’d moved it well beyond just skin.

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Menphina rolled over onto her stomach, taking her sheets with her and wrapping them around her form. Perhaps sleeping sans clothes while sick was one of her more questionable decisions. She pouted against her pillow and groaned. "How can mortals feel hot and cold at the same time? Ridiculous."

She heard a body drop to the floor behind. Menphina arched an eyebrow, wondering what he was doing. Although curious, she did not flip over to her other side to see what he was up to. That was when she felt his hand rubbing the back of her leg. Her tail stiffened, the end shoot upright. Then another sneeze shook her body. In the aftermath, she curled further into herself, pulling her knees close to her chest and tail following suit. “I would not be opposed to it.”

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She heard a body drop to the floor behind. Menphina arched an eyebrow, wondering what he was doing. Although curious, she did not flip over to her other side to see what he was up to. That was when she felt his hand rubbing the back of her leg. Her tail stiffened, the end shoot upright. Then another sneeze shook her body. In the aftermath, she curled further into herself, pulling her knees close to her chest and tail following suit. "I would not be opposed to it."

Menphina grumbled when she heard Dia. When he poked her nose, she turned onto her side facing away from him, huffing and curling back into her bedsheets. “And I know you’re not here for coddling. What brings you here? Perhaps to find some amusement at my current state.”

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Nips at her neck, cuddles her into his lap.

Menphina purrs and settles in his lap. "Hello there, Kor."

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Menphina grumbled when she heard Dia. When he poked her nose, she turned onto her side facing away from him, huffing and curling back into her bedsheets. “And I know you’re not here for coddling. What brings you here? Perhaps to find some amusement at my current state.”

Menphina sneezes, letting out a high pitched but short noise as she does. Her nose is pink, cheeks flushed. “I hate being in a mortal body.”

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Menphina sneezes, letting out a high pitched but short noise as she does. Her nose is pink, cheeks flushed. "I hate being in a mortal body."

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Dreams by Lichon photography on Flickr.

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When he grabbed her wrists and pulled her forward, she compared herself to a rag doll. If he held her any tighter, her soft skin might just bruise. Menphina thought about wiggling her way out, but a when she was about to execute her plan, she felt his lips on her jawline. A quiet moan left her throat. His lips descended along her collarbone, his fangs grazing her skin to her shoulder.

She couldn’t help but roll her head back. His hands trailed the curves of her body, fingers tugging at fabric and skin. This was dangerous. She should not be following his lead. Humans were safe to play around with, but with two immortals playing, the game had changed. Wiggling her hands out of his grasp, she briefly glanced for bruises and saw none. Her left hand then rose to cradle his head, keeping him along her shoulder. Her other hand trailed down her side, her open palm running along the length of his arm until her tiny hand covered his.

“Curiosity killed a miqo’te,” She sighed, guiding his hand over the hem of her skirt. Their fingers dipped past red, pleated fabric before gliding up her thigh. “But satisfaction brought it back.”

She felt a ripple of power through the room, causing her to falter in her kiss. She had never felt that kind of power before. That was when her lover was ripped away from an unseen force. The goddess snapped open her eyes to see the miqo’te before her falling into the gate. She moved as quickly as she could, her hand outstretched to grab his wrist, but only their fingers brushed for a brief moment. His startled cry rang in her ears as he vanished, the portal closing behind him. “N-no!”

Menphina had little time to mourn his disappearance when she felt a gloved hand on her shoulder, which forced her to face him. She should have known. With his fangs bared and those crimson eyes, he looked the part of a predator. Menphina almost growled in response, irritation marring her pretty features. Regardless of whether he was unharmed, she didn’t appreciate being interrupted.

“I’ve provided me with entertainment for eras. Why stop no—“ She stumbled over her words when the taller stranger pulled her into a hug. He had allowed her space to pull away. What he said next made the fur on her tail stand. A void denizen? She had heard that correctly. She should have turned tail and took off with her Plan A when she had first noticed him.

Now of all times, she could not succumb to her reckless decisions. She would not. “I can’t say,” she replied, placing her small hands against his chest to push up, allowing more space between them. “I’ve never had a voidsent. It would be unwise to partake as I’ve just lost a lover to your antics. Would you at least allow a woman to grieve?”

It came out as a jest, more coy than she actually intended. The goddess then pryed her hands off him before she did anything else stupid like rise to her toes and bite him.

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She felt a ripple of power through the room, causing her to falter in her kiss. She had never felt that kind of power before. That was when her lover was ripped away from an unseen force. The goddess snapped open her eyes to see the miqo’te before her falling into the gate. She moved as quickly as she could, her hand outstretched to grab his wrist, but only their fingers brushed for a brief moment. His startled cry rang in her ears as he vanished, the portal closing behind him. “N-no!”

Menphina had little time to mourn his disappearance when she felt a gloved hand on her shoulder, which forced her to face him. She should have known. With his fangs bared and those crimson eyes, he looked the part of a predator. Menphina almost growled in response, irritation marring her pretty features. Regardless of whether he was unharmed, she didn’t appreciate being interrupted.

“I’ve provided me with entertainment for eras. Why stop no—“ She stumbled over her words when the taller stranger pulled her into a hug. He had allowed her space to pull away. What he said next made the fur on her tail stand. A void denizen? She had heard that correctly. She should have turned tail and took off with her Plan A when she had first noticed him.

Now of all times, she could not succumb to her reckless decisions. She would not. “I can’t say,” she replied, placing her small hands against his chest to push up, allowing more space between them. “I’ve never had a voidsent. It would be unwise to partake as I’ve just lost a lover to your antics. Would you at least allow a woman to grieve?”

It came out as a jest, more coy than she actually intended. The goddess then pryed her hands off him before she did anything else stupid like rise to her toes and bite him.

For eras, Menphina had not been known for her listening skills, but her folly. She closed her eyes when her lover began to nibble on her flesh, a sweet sigh passing through her lips. Her mind then conjured up the voice of Rhalgr, disappointment and all. Quit yer swiving, Menphina. Yer gun git yer arse into trouble again. 

Even with her imaginings, it did not wipe the curiosity from her mind. That aether puzzled her. Was he an Ascian? Undead? Or something else? Being the deity of the moon and love, she had little to do with forces of that nature. She had never been called to arms, never had to fight. 

If he was something, would she have to fight? Could she even fight to protect herself, was a question she had to ask herself. She felt her lover pull away for a moment and seized the moment to turn around to face him, placing a hand on his chin, thumb caressing his cheek. The dark-skinned miqo’te grinned at her, moving to pick up his ale again and raised his glass to her. “To the Goddess, Menphina, who has graced–”

With wide eyes, the goddess pulled her lover into a fierce kiss, tongue prying his mouth open. Her lover dropped his glass, ale spilling at their feet as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Perhaps that mysterious man hadn’t heard. After all, it could have been the ramblings of a drunk. Menphina was hoping against hope that he hadn’t heard; or if he did, she hoped that he didn’t believe it.

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Rosie Huntington-Whiteley by David Bellemere for Glamour UK February 2016.

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Pester your goddess cat :3

ALRIGHTY! I am now taking questions and I also have an “about the muse” page up!

Still a lot of work to do, but progress!