#lost in a lavender haze (imogen temult)

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Overwhelmed 1C: Curious about the origins of her own abilities, Imogen finds a quiet room to herself to summon a pair of Reilora to speak with, only to learn much too late that two is one too many for her to control...

This was a mistake. She'd known it the moment she'd thought it, but she'd assumed it was a mistake that she could handle. They were close now, close to their trek to the moon, and she needed answers more now than ever before. She handled controlling one Reiloran on its own just fine—surely two wouldn't be much harder than that.

The moment she felt the first one wrap his hand around her throat, though, Imogen realized just how big a mistake this was.

"F-fu-uuuccckkkfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK~!!" the once-so-simple farm girl swore with a desperate, mindless moan, her body jerking and bucking as she felt the stinging slap of the Reiloran's hips against her ass. His body felt hot, burning hot, and she swore she would have burns once he was done with her—if he was ever done with her, a thought she had with no small doubt with how ruthlessly he plowed into her.

{You wanted to understand your origins, didn't you, child~?} the second Reiloran murmured, his voice deep and taunting as he stared at her—his own cock smacking against her bouncing tits as her body jerked from the first's relentless thrusts. The strange, eldritch alien seemed to grin wickedly, watching the lavender-purple lightning marks spread across her with every thrust. {Here they are~}

"No, fuck~! fuck fuck fuck~!!" Imogen cried out—her eyes rolling back in her head, flashing between electrifying purple and violent crimson as her body jerked and bucked with another bone-rattling climax—her mind fuzzy with pleasure, thoughts slowing, hard to focus— "Not like this not like this~ oh fuck~! Fuck, it's so hot~!"

{Yes it is~} the first Reiloran groaned down at her, bucking his hips harder into the helpless sorceress. His hands gripped her wrists firmly—the lavender skin there immediately darkening into a deep red, just a shade darker than his own skin. {Don't fight it, child~ give in~ become what you were always destined to be~}

Imogen jerked, gasping and moaning as the pleasure burned brighter, hotter, more intensely than before—her body arched between them, desperate moans falling from her lips and filling the empty, unguarded room she'd escaped to. Her eyes rolled back into her head again, body jerking as she climaxed wildly—it was too much, it was all too, too much~!

{OHHHFUUUCCCKKK~!!!} she screamed, body shuddering as every inch of her figure shifted into a deep, passionate crimson—and she fell back against the Reiloran's chest, eyes tilting up to stare at the alien figure behind her.

A figure that smirked down at her, cupping the newborn Reiloran's chin and pulling her back for a kiss. {Welcome to the family, dear sister~} his voice purred against her lips.

And Imogen, or what had become of her, could only softly moan as she kissed him back—before she and her companions disappeared in a flash, back to the moon where they belonged.

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Some Like it Rough v2 3D: She just wanted a break from all the madness—that’s why she went to the bar. Two drinks in, and Imogen started getting flirty. Three drinks in, she stole a kiss. Four drinks in, and she found herself following a stranger home…

She couldn't believe she was doing this. If she was still in her right mind, she definitely wouldn't be doing this—but the last few months had been some of the most stressful and overwhelming in her entire life so far, and more than a fair bit of reason had already been thrown out the window as she'd ordered that first drink. She just needed something to help take the edge off, that was all.

One drink became two, two became three, three became four...

"Five rounds in, and you're still so eager to go~" a deep, husky voice murmured into her ear, making her Imogen's breath catch in her chest. The hands pressing down on her head, holding her against the plush mattress she lay on, were firm and rough, but the voice was gentle, tender, and filled with a burning passion that made her groan with desire. "I'm definitely gonna be keeping you around, beautiful~"

"Yes please~" the sorceress moaned in agreement, and she gasped again with a deep, wanton sigh as she felt the heavy smack of the stranger's hips against her ass. It felt so good—so good to just lose herself to the wanton and lustful passion. Her body yearned for it, craved it—her hips arched upward, rocking back into his steady, relentless thrusts, feeling him carve deeper into her. "Oh gods~ ah need this, ah need this so much~"

The man chuckled softly at her wanton plea, his lips brushing across her flawless skin to finally kiss across the curve of her neck, his larger figure easily eclipsing hers in the bed. No doubt, her wishes were born from a drunken pleasure, lost in her own bliss as she let a stranger like him fuck her worries away...but the later into the night it got, the more he couldn't help but feel his own want to make this woman his, as well.

With a slow hand, the Jrusar Warden reached to his pack just off the bed, pulling free a metal collar inscribed with runes. These were used to keep prisoners in check—keeping them submissive and easy to handle. The man hesitated for a moment, before slowly lifting it up to her neck, and with a swift gesture—clicked it into place.

And Imogen still in the throes of pleasure, shuddered in delight—feeling her connection to the red moon suddenly shut off, and her body arch even further back into the embrace of her new master.

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Sinful 5A: Laudna waking Romeo the day after her wedding to Imogen ... still in her dress.

Bonus points for Imogen telepathically encouraging Laudna.

Sinful Gifs: 5A

Romeo was not unfamiliar with the sensation of being woken to his cock smothered in the heavenly embrace of soft and pillowy tits, but it was certainly a surprising one considering he distinctly remembered returning to his room alone the night before. And, considering the slight chill he felt from that heavenly embrace, he had a feeling he knew exactly who it was.

“Laudna…what are you doing here…~?”

The dark-skinned knight slowly sat up in his bed, blinking away the last of his sleep, to lock eyes with the phantasmally gorgeous woman kneeling on his bed, her plump and soft—if a bit chilled from undeath—breasts pumping up and down his shaft with frenetic eagerness. He wasn’t exactly sure how she’d managed to undress him without he knowing, and he figured he’d rather not ask.

“What does it look like I’m doing, Romeo~?” the gothic daydream of a warlock purred in reply, leaning in close to plant a smooch to the tip of his cock as it rose between her breasts—an action that made him shiver and groan with desire. “I just woke up~ and I’m eager for my breakfast~ I hope you have plenty of cream for me~”

The half-dark-elf groaned and gripped the bedsheets to either side of him, struggling best he could not to let instinct overtake him. “Shouldn’t you be with Imogen right now~? You two god married literally yesterday~!”

As he said that, there was a spark of amusement in the corpse bride’s eyes, and she planted another smooch to the tip of his cock. “Who do you think sent me over here~?” she cooed playfully, her tongue flicking over his tip before pulling back to shoot him a wink. “Say hi, Imogen~”

Hi~ a singsong voice suddenly jingled in the back of Romeo’s mind. Are you enjoying my wife, Romeo~? Don’t worry about making a mess of her~ I’ll be there soon to help her out~

And with that, any restraint Romeo might’ve been holding onto fell away, and he let his head roll back with a deep and lustful groan, hot and thick cum erupting up from his cock to shoot over Laudna’s face, over her neck, and between her breasts. The gothic sorceress gasped with delight and moaned, biting her lip at the sudden warmth, and Romeo heard a similar moan in his mind as well.

Mmm~ oh yeah, I’ll be there very soon~

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Free for all snippet: One snippet you've wanted, but have never been asked.

I wrote this idea for myself this morning, and tumblr killed it—so here we go for round two, electric boogaloo!

While trying to steal a get-away crawler, Imogen is caught by a member of Paragon's Call who turns her into his personal fuckdoll while the rest of the Hells escape.

Tavern Specials v2: 3F

It had seemed like a smart idea at the time. With the attack on the fortress and the dust storm swirling around them, there weren’t too many people paying attention to what’s around them. She assumed she could just grab a crawler quickly—get it started and ready for the Hells to escape. She’d seen Ashton drive his after all, and really, was anyone going to notice her messing with it in the middle of a battle?

She found the answer in the feeling of a pepper box pressed between her shoulder blades and a gruff voice growling through the wind. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Imogen swore under her breath at being so quickly caught and struggled to stammer out a believable reply. “Th-there’s too many of them! Otohan told me to get the package to safety above all else!”

“Oh really?” the man behind her asked, in a tone that immediately told her that her lie had not worked, and she felt the man suddenly grab her by the wrists and start walking her forcefully further into the crawlers’ garage. “Well then, let me make certain you’re fit to drive away with it~”

Stumbling and staggering into the dark garage, Imogen hardly had a chance to utter out a curse in reply before she felt the hands on her suddenly grip and rip the loose and flowy clothes from her body to leave her tanned body helplessly nude before him. She let out a sharp cry, gasping as she was bent over one of the dormant machines. “You bastard~!!”

“Like I said~” the Call’s member growled into her ear, pinning her wrists firmly to the small of her back. “I’m gonna see if you’re fit, you traitorous bitch~!”

That was all the warning Imogen had before she felt the rough and hard thrust of a cock slam into her folds—her body arch and jerk under him as she felt herself so suddenly and roughly violated. She lifted her head in a scream, only to feel her own kerchief shoved into her mouth—silencing her as she was brutally and violently fucked on the hood of the crawler.

Over and over, she felt the heavy smack of hips against her ass—the tug of fingers tangling in her hair to jerk her violently back. Her cries of pain, of agony, could only hold for so long…and before she knew it, the tears that filled her eyes had been replaced with tears of pleasure, the kerchief pulled free as she moaned and cried in pure euphoria. It was just too much.

It would be several hours before Imogen heard tell of the Hells’ fates—Fearne’s most clear by the moans that filled the yard—but by then, it was too late to care. She was too far gone, too lost in her lust and devotion to her new owner.

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Inspired by that Imogen pic,

I would like to imagine chet is under that table thanks to his short stature. Showing her how well that wolf knows to lick(aka can we have Imogen being eaten out please)

It had been a groggy morning for Imogen on the airship—the steady flight through the skies was still something she wasn't used to, and so she wasn't the most aware of her choice in clothes (or lack thereof) as she sat down at the dining table under the top deck. Thankfully, she was the only other person awake at the moment, so no one would catch her.

Or at least, she assumed she was alone...until she felt furry hands resting on her thighs and sliding her panties down her legs.

A jolt of wakefulness ran through her body as she realized what was happening, but before she could even try and pull away, she felt something rough, wet, and warm brush against her folds—and a deep moan suddenly rise up from her throat. Groaning, her head rolled back, a hand reaching down under the table as she felt the tongue stroke across her folds again, then thrust into her folds.

"Fuck~ Chet~" she softly murmured, biting her cheek to try not to moan. Under the table, she heard a low and husky chuckle from the werewolf gnome, then gasped again as his tongue plunged deeper into her folds and licked away at her folds.

Imogen quickly began to find herself softly panting and gasping—with every brush of his canine snout between her legs, his tongue across her folds—she felt arousal surging higher, louder in her chest, her heart beating faster as a pleasant warmth spread through her. She bit at her lip, a hand rising to paw at her own covered chest, sliding under her bra to knead at her chest. "Fuck~ oh, Chet~ Chet~!"

As her gasping pleas grew slowly louder, she could feel the werewolf under the table growing more aggressive, growling into her snatch as he lapped away—her body shuddering from that deep growl. Her breath picked up, panting harder, faster, pleas falling desperately, wantonly from her lips, before—

"Oh FUCK~!!!" she threw her head back with a gasp, legs locked tight around the gnome werewolf's head as she felt her building climax crash over her like a raging waterfall. Her body jerked, shuddering, before she fell back with a gasp, her gaze blank as she stared up at the ceiling overhead.

It took a moment to collect herself, but when she did, she found herself staring at the white-furred werewolf crawling out from under the table, a playful smirk on his lips. "Told ya this old timer's got some hot moves he can show you~ and there's more where that came from, if you're interested~" he growled in a low, husky tone.

And Imogen, to her own surprise, felt herself match his smirk as she nodded. "You know what, Chet—I think I just might~"

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Anon sent: "Sorry if not allowed but. Just catching up on CR. When they wake up pretty to see if the missing half of the team was there. Can we get Imogen, Fearne and Deanna becoming needy sluts due to the musky half giant morning wood obviously being sported pretty and ignored by the men in the room"

It had only seemed to be the most rational direction to go—Pretty was, of the few trusted colleagues in Jrusar, one of the most kind, and if anyone had been trusted with the whereabouts of Laudna and the others, it would have to be him. Despite the early hour, Imogen led the charge to the Soot and Swill tavern, insisting on seeing the kindly ogre as soon as she could.

It was only when Pretty stepped down into the tavern below that she then remembered the many times Fearne had stumbled her way back from here, and her reason for always leaving so late in the day.

"Is there something I can do for you, Imogen?" the kindly ogre gentleman asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the back of one of his trash can lid-sized hands—and utterly unaware that he was pitching the largest tent with his early morning wood, the front of his trousers nearly giving way under its massive size. And the musk that radiated off of it...oh gods~

Imogen couldn't take her eyes off of it—the bulge was practically at eye level for her, and the scent...it was making it so hard to think. "O-oh, uh...um..."

"We were just wondering...um...oh gods~" Fearne tried to interject, but she was having an even harder time than Imogen was. She licked her lips, and stepped forward to rub the massive bulge.

"Maybe we should take this back up to your place, Pretty~?" Deanna suggested, the shortstack gnome practically drooling as she stepped closer—fuck, she wanted that cock in her so bad.

Pretty blinked, looking between the three women for a moment, before a low chuckle escaped his lips. "Oh, right~ of course, ladies, please, come upstairs~" the ogre chef replied, taking a step back—immediately, all three women began rushing up the steps, Deanna even stripping out of her chain mail and stockings as she went. He smirked, quickly closing the door shut behind him as he went to join them.

F.C.G., F.R.I.D.A., and Chetney all went completely ignored—the trio sharing a bashful and sheepish glance, before wincing as lustful moaning and pleading began to be heard from directly overhead. In silent unison, they turned and headed out of the tavern, deciding to leave their lustful companions to whatever debauchery they got up to with an ogre intent on ruining them for life.

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@freeusemuses sent: "Sinful gifs 1A: Now it's Imogen's turn to "cheat" on Laudna during her wedding. Doing the same thing to Romeo that Laudna did."

Sinful Gifs: 1A

Even when he knew this was coming, Romeo still found himself groaning and at a total loss of control. He gripped the foyer table behind him with a white-knuckled grip, holding back groans as he felt the gorgeous lavender-haired beauty bob back and forth along the length of his cock.

"Fucking hell, Imogen~" the paladin murmured, sighing as his head dropped low—his gaze locking with her electric-violet eyes staring so wantonly up at him. "Fuck~ you keep this up, and I'm gonna assume you want me to join you and Laudna for the wedding night~"

The gorgeous bride hummed around his cock before slowly pulling back with a pop, licking her lips as she pumped his shaft with a hand idly. "Well I can't say that, because that would ruin the surprise~"

Romeo's eyes widened, and his cock throbbed hard in the lusty country girl's hand in response. "Fuck~ you're not serious~ are you~?" he murmured, holding back groans as she continued steadily pumping his cock, her lips returning to sucking his tip. Sucking him off during the reception was one thing, but...

Imogen smirked up at him, going deep down on his cock again, then releasing him with another lewd gasp. "Ah~ oh, I'm serious~" she murmured, her eyes staring deep into his as she pumped his shaft. "Laudna and I both want you there~ we want to spend our wedding night with the man we both love~ and have him knock us both up on the same night~"

Romeo swallowed hard, his cock throbbing harder at Imogen's plans. Shaking his head, he turned away from her to glance back towards the reception room, and froze as he saw Laudna staring back at him. The beautiful gothic bride locked eyes with him, desire burning in her smoldering gaze, and she nodded to him—clearly, hearing everything Imogen had said through their link.

It was too much for him to take, and with a lustful groan, Romeo threw his head back and bucked his hips, showering Imogen before him in his thick, hot cum, coaxing a delightfully cry to fall from her lips.

Tonight was going to be a long one, for sure~

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Anon sent: "Laudna waking up after a night of bondage to find mistress Imogen relaxing with coffee (like the pic lol)"

Laudna groaned as she shifted, her body aching. It felt hard to move, her legs weak and sore. It was an exhausting feeling...and yet, at the same time, she'd never felt more refreshed, more light, and a smile tugged softly at her lips. Slowly, she blinked her eyes open, and the smile grew as she beheld the sight before her.

"Look who's finally awake~" a soft, sultry purr rolled over her as Imogen smiled from beside the bed, wearing just a loose robe that hid nothing to the imagination, a steaming warm cup of coffee in hand.

"Mmm, good morning~" Laudna groggily groaned, and she sat up—or, at least, tried to, before suddenly realizing that her wrists and ankles were, in fact, still bound to the four corners of the bed. Imogen softly laughed as she saw her struggle, and she set the mug down on the counter before slowly strutting closer.

"Looks like you're still a little tied up at the moment~" the southern belle purred playfully, leaning onto the bed.

"Y-yes, it does seem like it," Laudna chuckled, lifting her gaze back to her lover with a blush across her cheeks. "P-perhaps now would be a good time for you to, you know, release me, love? We need to meet up with the rest of the Bell's, after all."

Imogen raised an eyebrow at Laudna's reply, before a smirk spread across her face and she climbed onto the bed with her. "Yes, I suppose we should," she replied, moving up to straddle Laudna's lithe figure and slowly make her way up to her. "But not before you're done having breakfast~"

Her hand dropped and ran through Laudna's silken locks, lifting her head off the pillows of the bed and towards the apex between her legs, Imogen's drooling pussy that hovered over her mouth. Laudna blushed at the request, biting her lip, before her gaze lifted to stare deep into her lover's eyes. "Well, if you insist~"

"And I do~" Imogen murmured, both hands now in her hair as she guided Laudna up.

The undead girl laughed softly, before leaning up to plant a kiss on her lower lips. "Well then~ thank you for the meal, Mistress~"

Without another word, the undead beauty went to work, lustfully and eagerly kissing and licking at Imogen's folds—her lover and dearest mistress softly sighing and moaning as she rocked her hips down into her face, fingers tangling in Laudna's hair tighter as she felt her talented lips eagerly devouring her folds. She tilted her gaze up, bit at her lip, and moaned in bliss as her lovely slut so eagerly at her out.

It was several hours later before either were ready to start their day.