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MORE SMUTTY PROMPTS BUT WITH SOME PLOT FOR EXTRA SPICE 🔥

1)  our muses are undressing each other for the first time and sender notices receiver’s scars they’ve never seen before. 

2)  our muses are undressing each other for the first time and receiver notices sender’s scars they’ve never seen before. 

3)  our muses take a shower together to wash blood off each other. 

4)  our muses impulsively have sex after committing a high stakes crime together  (  murder, bank robbery, etc. feel free to specify  ). 

5)  our muses have passionate,  adrenaline high sex after a battle/mission. 

6)  our muses have been separated from each other by circumstance for a considerable amount of time and have sex for the first time since being reunited. 

7)  our muses were broken up and have sex after getting back together. 

8)  our muses are broken up but have ‘one last time’ sex. 

9)  our muses are in a fight and have angry sex. 

10)  one muse uses sex to comfort the other one and coax in some vulnerability. 

11)  one muse uses sex to distract and avoid vulnerability. 

12)  muses clinging desperately to each other during sex,  holding each other close like they’re afraid to let go. 

13)  one muse giving the other who is injured oral while they’re recovering. 

14)  one muse comes over to comfort the other one and it unintentionally turns into comfort sex. 

15)  one muse utilizes orgasm denial to get information out of the other  (  whether teasingly or in earnest  ). 

16)  our muses are drunk/high and have some messy sex they don’t remember the next morning. 

17)  our muses aren’t romantically involved but wind up having sex out of convenience. 

18)  one muse accidentally stumbles on the other who is undressing, but they tell them to stay and seductively strip the rest in front of them. 

19)  one muse fingers the other while they’re having an important discussion. 

20)  one muse sits on the other’s lap with their cock or strap inside while they do another task  (  paperwork,  reading,  watching a movie etc.  ). 

21)  one or both muses have gone through breakups and have sex with each other to feel better or for revenge. 

22)  one muse has sex with the other in exchange for a favor. 

23)  one muse has little to no experience with sex and approaches the other more experienced muse to teach them. 

24)  our muses are on the run together and have sex while caught up in the thrill of it all. 

25)  our muses are enemies/rivals but a fight leads to sex. 

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Haven't been here in a while but I NEED y'all to know that muses who have even the slightest resemblance to Yennefer of Vengerberg, Geralt is easily seduced by them. This is beyond a fact, it's law.

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MONSTER WAS QUITE THE relative term as far as Geralt was concerned, not everything that people considered to be monstrous was truly to be feared. Alucard reminded him of Regis in some ways, a dear friend despite a vampiric nature. Thus, the witcher wasn't quick to judge the other harshly with the knowledge of what he was.

"You have no enemy in me," he clarified. "I have no reason to attack a healer."

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starter call.

likely late act i or somewhere into act ii for the time being

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Among the poor lost souls, he found a couple things. There were scattered coins among their belongings, rings of fair or lesser quality that could be pawned to a willing enough trader, and sacks of fresh water. Nothing incredible but he hadn't expected anything amazing on them. Based on their clothing they weren't living the high life. Just normal people going about their way.

Roads to Baldurs Gate were treacherous. The Tieflings weren't the only ones suffering out here and it wasn't only goblins dulling out punishment.

"My fighting skills are a long story." One he wouldn't have to tell on the Continent, the tale of a witcher was old hat there. The only thing that made him any different was the fame that came of the White Wolf, ballads reaching further than they ever should have. "To boil it down, I was taken as a boy to a place known as Kaer Morhen. Either you learned, or you died."

Dragging the bodies together was the best they had time for. Digging graves seemed like a waste of time given the circumstances, couldn't say they wouldn't get dug up anyway. But once they were grouped so they could be left with some dignity he joined her at the cart. Fingering through some of the clothes inside. Never hurt to have something mildly comfortable to change into at night.

"So I learned, I wish all the boys had," he said with a melancholy sigh. "We should get back to camp while there is still sunlight."

It wasn't that he was wrong--he most definitely was not--but it didn't make her feel any better if she was being honest with herself. Still, it was best to put the creature out of its MISERY than to let it be. Even if it hadn't attacked first, it would have the moment it realized that it had caught their scent. That was just the nature of the gnoll...and Eve couldn't pretend otherwise.

Eve looked around as Geralt set to rummaging through the pockets of the dead, finding a couple of burlap sacks of FRUIT that they could make use of. There was even some wine and cheese they could salvage as long as they ate it before it went bad. Whomever these people were, they were travelling with goods, and the broken cart with some gold and a couple of portraits and some clothes told her they were probably headed towards Baldurs to settle.

Perhaps they were even escaping there for protection.

"At the end of the day, perhaps they were at least saved from the Absolute," Eve offered, wanting to look at the POSITIVES instead. "Where did you learn to fight like that, Geralt?"

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In his mind, he was reciting a particular passage from a book he'd located during his travels in Faerun. About the unyielding hunger of the gnoll, how it sees its entire world as food and nothing more. Something with that sort of driving force would have slain more travelers to quench his hunger. They hadn't saved these people, but they had potentially saved others. The thought was poor comfort, but comforting all the same.

"Others on the road won't have to die the way they did." Dropping to a knee he silently went about the task of checking the bodies for anything of note. As distasteful as it was, little could go a long way and they couldn't afford to skip over possible gains. This meant the difference between being able to purchase what they needed or making use of unexpected materials.

Besides. A witcher shouldn't leave with nothing for their services.

"Not particularly moving, as sentiments usually are, but true nonetheless."

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Geralt was quite the character, but Eve could say that about just about every one of the companions that she had picked up along the way. Still, watching him fight was something else entirely--he did not have the same form that she had seen from anyone else. It made her more CURIOUS than perhaps she should be, but it also made her wish she was any good with a sword so she could learn too.

In this particular moment, she had watched him slice a gnoll practically right in half, and she realized he was much stronger than she had imagined. "Remind me not to get on your bad side," she told him as she knelt by one of the deceased travelers that had been killed before they had gotten here. "They didn't stand a chance. If only we had gotten here a little SOONER..."

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"Women with a curious gaze, yes. As for my fighting skill, I do have a lengthy experience with a sword."

With his heat abated by the cool cloth so he moved away from the edge of the lake. Giving her he full of his attention he found it quite easy to recognize her kind though he had only been in this realm for so long. The drow were a race that asserted itself on the memory. Her eyes did not seem to be affected by the harsh light of the sun, perhaps she didn't hail from the Underdark.

"My kind does not originate in this realm," he said, simply. His humanity in a way had been taken a long time ago, he wouldn't claim it here. "Something close to a human you could say."

A vampish grin tugs at the corners of her lips as the silver-haired man -- human? -- audibly takes note of her presence, head cocked to the side as she studies him. "Is that the way you greet all the women you come across in the wild?" Erys teases, advancing a few steps closer to position herself at his side, now afforded a clearer view of his profile.

"That's some scar. Am I to assume you're the type that's quite...adept at fighting?" An ashen brow arches. "Whatever that 'type' may be. I'm not sure I've ever seen one of your kind before."

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"Heh. Dandelion isn't here to defend himself." Paying close attention to any possible hum from his medallion, the white hair picked through his section of the place. He'd have left this abandoned place facing their backs as they continued on, but since she had convinced him to search it, he would make an effort to find something worth the time.

Fingers guided along what remained of a shelf holding a few books. Pondering some of the titles a moment he left them be, for now. "Nothing as of yet besides an interesting book or two." A face was made when he felt a twinge of discomfort at the wiggling of his parasite. So . . . there was something here. "You feel that?"

"Bards are not notorious for having brains in their heads," Yennefer mused, setting the worn journal aside and then taking a deep breath, moving toward something mystical that seemed to make the tadpole in her head wiggle a little. She wondered if Geralt could feel it too, or if he wasn't CLOSE enough yet. "My darling...have you found anything over there?"

They were looking for clues to literally any of this, in what looked like an abandoned place of prayer, but she hadn't found what she had WANTED. She had practically forced him in here too, amongst a trap he'd already had to disarm, and the last thing she needed was a reason for him to complain this was fruitless.

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We made it. Found our happy ending. Who would have think?

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@weavesick said: ❝ i rose too high, loved too hard, dared too much. i tried to grasp a star, overreached, and fell. ❞

❝ NOT ALTOGETHER STRANGE waters for your guild, is it? ❞ Cold evaluation of all he'd seen both on the Continent where he hailed from and now in Faerun. Wizards taking unwise risks for, what? Wild ambitions that danced in their overly-studied minds that weren't tempered enough with humility. ❝ Reaching for the star and being burned to the ground by its heat. ❞

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@shadovan said: ❝Sorcery is a sword without a hilt. There is no safe way to grasp it.❞

❝ WITNESSED MY SHARE of sorceresses able to wield it artfully. Perhaps there is no safe way to grasp it, they made it seem easy anyways. ❞

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❝I know better than to suggest that.❞

Taking care of another young girl was not something he was truly prepared to do, was he? They had been stuck on Toril for some time now but they had never entertained the idea of staying put, at least, not out loud. In his own mind, there might have been moments when the search for a return to their own plane seemed endlessly fruitless. And the idea of remaining with what life they'd carved out slithered in.

If anything could make him stay it would be a new charge. Just a reason why they couldn't be the ones to do it.

❝We find ourselves in favor of the same number of gods as we were on the Continent,❞ he said with his lips curling into a smile.

Humming he toyed with the idea of watching Yennefer teach another child the art of magic. ❝Sure she would be more receptive to magic lessons than Ciri, far less inclined to the practice of a sword. Suppose that would leave me with herbology.❞ This world's potions were far different than his witcher ones. Less dangerous to the populace at large by far.

❝We've both found places where she could be taken in despite her heritage, sheltered, and taught when we were gone.❞

Since being stuck in this place, Yennefer had found herself seeing little things in all sorts of the people that they had been meeting, but this in particular was PAINFUL. She didn't like to show that side of her, but children seemed to bring something out of her that she couldn't keep hidden from Geralt of all people.

❝Not having parents isn't always a horrible inconvenience,❞ Yennefer pointed out, but the fact that he was comparing her to Ciri made her heart twinge. ❝Are you suggesting that we take her in?❞

It wasn't that she was opposed to that, but then what happened when they left? What happened when they had to go back? It wasn't as if they could just pick Arabella up with them and then take her with them. The best that Yennefer could see in this situation, was to help to teach the young girl how to defend herself.

❝I suppose we could TEACH her,❞ the sorceress mused as she wiggled her fingers a little restlessly. Not that she had the greatest grasp of the Weave right now, and she certainly wasn't in favor with any of the Gods of this place, but she could figure it out. ❝Even here, we still have our talents.❞

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@wildskissed said: ❝ i’m the one who made such a mess of things, after all. ❞

Still, his medallion thrummed with the arcane energy from the wild surge, almost to the point that the chain rattled. Nothing in comparison to what had happened when the surge had initially affected them mid-battle. He'd barely been able to throw out the heliotrope sign to parry the aggressive magic. Others hadn't been as prepared as he.

❝ You were more instrumental in the battle than detrimental, ❞ Geralt stated, a soft attempt to make her feel better about the mishap. She was powerful, no one could say otherwise. Uncontrolled power was such a dangerous element and when those surges hit they were . . . quite something to contend with when the effects were negative. When they were positive, however, they could be a fair leg up in a fight. The problem was gauging whether a positive or negative was coming.

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MY INDEPENDENT AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR GERALT OF RIVIA, DEPICTED AS A COMPANION OR TAV CHARACTER FROM BALDUR'S GATE III. RESPECTED BY WHISKEY, 28, EST TIMEZONE. FLUCTUATING ACTIVITY. WITCHER AND OTHER FANTASY VERSES PRESENT.

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HIS FOOTWORK FOLLOWED a well-practiced series of steps as his blade whirled and sliced through the air. Geralt followed this routine as he had hundreds of times before without missing a beat, a display of skill and precision. When the sequence ended with the point of his blade pointed towards his spectator, the white wolf took in a deep breath from his nostrils. Releasing from his lips as he lowered his weapon.

❝ A witcher who grows slow, dies, ❞ he commented, after a moment. ❝ Important to practice when the chance presents itself. ❞

Or, perhaps, he was anxious. Doing something instead of waiting around allowed him a sense of control.

❝ Especially with all that goes on around us. ❞

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❝ THE GIRL REMINDS ME of her. ❞

Arabella wasn't the Lion Cub of Cintra by any means, but when he looked at her sometimes he couldn't help but think of Ciri. That young Tiefling with a sort of raw magical power inside of her. In need of someone who can foster her until she came into her own.

His mind couldn't stop drawing the parallels.

❝She needs someone.❞ This cursed land had taken much from so many people, and Arabella's parents weren't even its latest victims. Weren't likely to be the last, either. ❝An orphan with any power. . . paired with 'tainted' blood . . . the world would try to make her a monster.❞

An ugly grimace twisted his lips for a moment. Imagining the terrible expression the girl had made when told news of her family.

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starter call.

likely late act i or somewhere into act ii for the time being