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[crimsonflower]

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[crimsonflower]

[Continued from here.]

[The amusement in his voice stings. She's not sure why, but like salt in a wound it bites at her nerves. Edelgard is swift to turn on her heals to face him. With that quick movement the skirt of her dress twirls, but the rest of her stays stiff; controlled.]

Would I not have told you so already if they were? Hubert, take a seat on this lounge chair so that we may continue our discussion.

[She picked this chaise for a reason. It's getting the best light among all the candles and the hearth.]

[crimsonflower]

[Continued from here.]

If that is your choice, then so be it. I do hope you won't go easy on me. I prefer my opponents hard.

[Edelgard, no...]

[crimsonflower]

[Continued from here.]

Well it is typical for the emperor to marry for political gain and then have any true lovers or those they sleep with for heirs that have the "right" bloodline trait. This behavior isn't unheard of. My mother was a consort, and not truly married to my father.

[revolily]

Of course. I'm well aware of such things.

[Though truthfully, she wasn't aware of the situation between Edelgard's parents. Consequences of being in another House, perhaps. But as for marriage and other relationships being regarded as nothing more than political maneuvers among nobles, rather than true romantic unions... that, she knows to be true.]

What I can't understand is why they'd stop at asking to be a consort. If they come from a suitable background and are truly interested in you, rather than seeing you as a means to raise their own status, then why not ask to be a full spouse?

[crimsonflower]

People consider me very intimidating. Perhaps they do not feel as if they are up to my standards of spouse material.

[crimsonflower]

[Continued from here.]

Not at all. Did you wish to stop by?

[bestswordmaster]

I do.
I'm on my way.

[Felix sends that message quickly before he can change his mind, then pulls on his jacket and leaves for Edelgard's place.

It's not long before he's knocking on her door.]

It's Felix.

[crimsonflower]

It's unlocked, let yourself in.

[He'll find Edelgard nursing some warm tea. Not her favorite type, but one meant as a hangover cure. In her hands is a second cup, and once Felix steps inside she offers it to him.]

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[seirosgang]

[ From here. ]

Perhaps your subconscious is trying to tell you something.

[crimsonflower]

Perhaps the church shouldn't be so obsessed with purity politics

[seirosgang]

Perhaps you ought to take the salvation of your soul more seriously.

lmk if this works o/

[seinens]

It's a dank, dark place. Guts has never understood why these kinds of rooms are always so dingy. Don't you need to see in order to mix and measure for your experimentation? But maybe the aspect of fear is important, to keep the subjects of your terror in line.

Maybe it's not, in the end, all that different from a torture chamber.

Guts wouldn't know. He's painted grey stone in red, and the bodies of the mages he found are strewn across the floor, ripped into pieces by the giant sword he wields. As tall as him, it's more a long slab of angry iron than a true sword, but Guts makes it work.

The mages were formidable, in their own way. Half of Guts' face-- the side with the eye that never opens-- is covered in burns. His cape is ripped and singed. Blood trickles from wounds dug into weak places in his armor.

When he hears footfalls, he reacts instinctively like a beast, turning to raise that huge sword, lips curled in a grimace. One may look at him and expect a growl. But when he sees Edelgard, he relents; the sword is moved back to its makeshift holster along his back. His expression folds back into neutrality.

"Did we get them all?" Guts certainly 'got' all the mages he found in this twisted little lab, but maybe there were more, somewhere else.

[crimsonflower]

It's difficult for Edelgard down here. Every scent, every echo... it's all a memory. The past coming forth to shackle her again. It's almost as if she can hear the chains every time she takes a step.

"Yes," she responds, and yet despite the simple reply her voice wavers. She was able to see this portion through to the end, but now there is little else as a goal... it's as if the dungeon walls are closing in on her.

Tightly her fist grips the handle of her ax. Aymr glows ominously in the dark as she stands over the corpse of a dark mage. Her stomach lurches. She can feel how her body wants to run, to vomit — to see the blue sky again so that she may promise herself, remind herself, that she has freedom now. And that these monsters won't peel her open once more.

[crimsonflower]

[From here.]

Oh, you made it. Were you any longer I might have assumed one of your friends challenged you to an eating contest.

[While Edelgard no longer wears her imperial wardress, she still wears long sleeves and gloves despite the summer heat. Her legs, however, are allowed to show the skin and scares from battle as her A-line skirt rests just above the knee. And while he may not see it, a multitude of upside down heart shaped cut-outs follow the trail of her spine. Revealing her muscles and allowing plenty of airflow despite the modest sleeves.

Edelgard doesn't stand, but she does toss a book mark in between the pages before closing it. The cover indicates she was flipping through one of the many books from the Abyssal library. Specifically one about telescopes.]

[leicesters]

No, I'm pretty sure the horrors I saw back there killed my appetite. [Claude looks a little dishevelled from an evening in an overcrowded bar, though at least the heat isn't a concern, dressed as he is in a simple white linen shirt with an open V-collar and the sleeves rolled up. Edelgard's a picture as ever, though his eyes are more interested in moving to the cover of what she's reading as she closes the book.]

Found anything interesting?

[He'd devoured plenty of the Shadow Library himself, but even he hasn't read every title yet, so he's curious what Edelgard might have uncovered.]

[crimsonflower]

[From here.]

I honestly doubt they'll be such a need. Unless you know someone who might be interested?

[thatsbait.gif]

[leicesters]

I might know a guy. But if your charitable endeavours don't extend across borders, then I don't think the guy will be very interested after all.

NSFW

[crimsonflower]

(From here)

[Her orgasm strangely enough comes right before his. Like an ambush it hits her — as if his words struck a chord making her body peak immediately. Edelgard's hips tilt as her back arches severely. Her voice fills the room as she cries out in pleasure with all her muscles tense like a bow strung taught.

And like an arrow, Jimmy hits his mark with his most recent thrust causing all of that to crumble. Her back falls back to the bed, the walls of her already tight pussy spasm and contract and squeeze as if trying to milk that huge cock of his dry. Edelgard's pale lashes flutter as her vision goes starry after having been pure white at her climax.

As the aftershocks of her finish wash over her like waves, Edelgard forces her eyes to focus so she can watch Jimmy. She wants to see him come undone. To watch as he unravels before her and makes a mess. Edelgard might be a stickler for cleanliness, but this sort of filthy is nothing short of exciting.]

[pickpocketpunk]

[Jimmy continues for as long as he can, thrusting his cock inside of her enthusiastically enough for sounds of her headboard pounding the wall to join the more elicit sounds of their sex, until--] Ghk-!

Aaah...! Edelgard... [The tight wetness around him as she comes is insane- almost enough to trap Jimmy inside of her as he empties his load. But with one last whimper, at the last minute Jimmy somehow gathers the willpower to withdraw his cock from the slick, convulsing muscle enveloping him and shoot his seed all over the woman's body just as promised. He groans loudly as he takes himself into his own hand and pumps every drop of cum he's got in him onto the thin fabric of Edelgard's gown. He comes so hard that the pent-up spurts travel far; mainly littering her torso and chest in thick ropes, with a few drops straying elsewhere like her collarbone and the very bottom of her jaw.] Hnn...! mnh...

D-damn... [As he cracks his eyes open again, the sight before him is just as he said. Gorgeous. Edelgard- who is usually proper, composed and tidy- looks utterly used and filthy in this moment. It's a side of her that only Jimmy has seen... And oddly enough, it just makes him feel so damn special to be the first one who gets to bring her fantasies to fruition.

Finally releasing his hold on her, Jimmy lowers Edelgard's raised leg and lazily slumps forward to rest his forehead against hers. He remains still for the moment, lingering in shared bliss, just panting and breathing with her.]

[cunningschemer]

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[Between travel time and dealing with Hubert's scrutiny and suspicion, it takes Claude significantly longer than an hour to join Edelgard in the privacy of her study. He's a bit frustrated by all the delays, though he has no intention of letting that show when he greets the Emperor with a polite little bow and an easy smile.]

Your Majesty. I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long.

[The closer he got to the imperial palace, the hotter his curiosity burned. And while he knows there's a possibility that this is some sort of trap, or her own attempt to dig up secrets, he can't just ignore their conversation.

Edelgard really is something else. She manages to maintain a regal air about her even while sitting at a desk with paperwork. There's so much about her that he's itching to know.]

[crimsonflower]

[Hubert will at least be kind to his wyvern. Surprisingly many leaders in the empire love animals. When Claude meets her in her study she will not be in her wardress, but rather more typical Adrestian garb (sans the large chest sash-cape combo, plus gloves) with her hair styled in a less than optimal way for fighting. Her crown has been reassembled to fit today's ensemble.

Edelgard looks up from her paperwork, but doesn't stand from her desk. When he announces himself she'll gesture for him to enter the study proper. It has large windows with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves lining nearly every bit of the walls. There's a partial loft reachable by ladder. In front of the desk is a large tea (or coffee) table flanked by two sofas. It has a glass top, and underneath a map of Fodlan. Quite easily one could strategize in this room sliding chess pieces across the map to represent Fodlan's previous turmoil.]

Good afternoon, Claude. I trust you had a safe trip?

[flowersmagus]

[Continued from here.]

[It doesn’t take Merlin all that long to get to Edelgard room. Once he reached her door, he knocked on it lightly. It amused him to be doing this. If either of them told someone what they were about to do, they might look at them as if they are crazy or if they think they might be joking.

He’s still not quite sure if she will like or hate this. But given what she does day to day, it probably would be the most simple and least stressful event she has to deal with.]</small

[crimsonflower]

[Edelgard opens the door and ushers him in. The room is the imperial master suite. Large enough for a huge bed, lounging chaise, tea table and chairs, dresser, wardrobe, and vanity. When the door shuts Edelgard heads for the vanity. An ornate desk with a large mirror and matching bench.

Upon the vanity are tools and jewelry displays showcasing fancy hair clips, pins, and other accessories. In the drawers are glass bottles of scented hair oils and other product. Various kinds of brushes, and what look like a few old and sentimental items.

Edelgard seats herself at the vanity.]

[crimsonflower]

[From here]

I simply dislike a wine too dry, is all.

[She has a sweet tooth, but hates to admit it. Such a thing is childish, after all!]

[windblume]

Ahhhh... it isn't my favorite, but –

[ Wine is wine. ]

Regardless, such a sweet taste makes the day a little better, no? Like chocolates or even cake!