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Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some more humanoid than others. But even the ones that are furthest from human shape deserve love, right? They can be sexy too, in their own way.

Post your character. Note their monstrous traits (monster AUs more than welcome!) Reply to others. Get busy.

I'm not here to police how monstrous is monstrous enough, everybody just be chill and have fun.

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[ He can't really feel something like breath -- stone doesn't have much sensitivity -- but somehow he feels it anyway, his overfiring mind filling in some blanks. And he blinks a few times as if trying to force himself awake. ]

[ There now, she had her fun, he should back off. Should, but isn't. ]

That didn't hurt? [ He looks skeptical. ]

Nope. Can I kiss you more?

[Her fun's only just beginning, silly.]

[ No, hell no, absolutely not. Any of those would do. Just a matter of picking one! ]

[ ........the slightest nod. (Wait, did he really just--?) ]

[Fantastic. She leans in to kiss him again, a little more deeply this time. Evangeline presses close enough to his body to feel her chest against his through the fabric, or at least it would be noticeable for a normal person's sensitivity.]

[ He feels it well enough, since he's not used to people touching him (other than with intent to make him bleed). For a long moment his hands twitch awkwardly at his sides as he's unsure what to do with them. He's used to kissing people he has feelings for, this is -- well, it's not that there's a problem with it, it's just quite different as his mind vaguely disapproves and his body... doesn't. ]

[ Finally his hands settle at her waist, overly gentle (this is a safe enough place, right???). His response to her kiss is hesitant, but not without warmth. Or interest. ]

[He's so cute. Evangeline makes an encouraging sound, slightly muffled, when he rests his hands on her waist. She doesn't want to rush him, but she does want to make clear how very much she's enjoying this and wants to continue, lest he think she regrets her decision.

Her thumb strokes over his cheek gently as she melts even more into the kiss.]

[ He's not cute he's very stoic and distant and definitely not blushing right now! ]

[ Evangeline has been very clear about her interest (overly so, his ridiculous brain supplies, he can't condone that can he?) and it makes him nervous, but also she isn't using him like some toy or whatever so it's not easy to decide what to do. While his mind grapples for purchase, his body very, very gently pulls her closer against him. ]

[Zelgadis is not the Purity Police, he can condone all kinds of things if he wants to. He hangs around with Lina, for one thing.

Evangeline breaks the kiss, instead pressing her lips to the tip of one pointed ear. She knows those are sensitive on some people with similarly shaped ears, and she'd very much like to make him blush even more.]

[ Lina is a totally different kind of impure, anyone who propositions her better be fireproof. Besides the comparison is entirely moot since his mind isn't as pure as he'd insist just now. ]

[ He shivers when she kisses his ear, his exhale shaky and his ear flicking toward her embarrassingly. The tips of his ears are indeed more sensitive, along with a number of other places he'd never name aloud no matter how innocent they are. The analytical part of his brain is curious how many others similar to him she's approached. ]

[That's so, so cute, and exactly the reaction she was after. She draws her tongue from the tip down the shell of his ear, slow and deliberate.]

[ Just -- don't mind the quiet and eager sound he makes, if you're very quiet and still he might act normal. ]

[ He's fairly still himself as a matter of fact, just hoping he doesn't twitch the wrong way and cut her on his sharp hair or on the less-rounded places where the darker bunches of pebbles meet flat slate. But he's struggling to focus, so there's that, and there's also the fact that his breathing is noticeably more winded. Not quite ready to stop mentally protesting, but getting there fast. ]

[Sometimes you're having a good time and you get cut on someone's hair, it happens.

She sucks the tip of his ear into her mouth while rubbing the other ear with her fingers. Evangeline hums, clearly enjoying herself greatly while he's struggling to keep still and calm.]

[ He can't possibly explain what's happening to him at present, the smothered indignation or the twinge down to his knees or the way his knees go rubbery and he has to reach out and grab the bookcase (making quite sure that he's moving nothing else, not hurting her is the one thing he's firm and sure about). ]

[ His eyes flutter closed and his thoughts slip through all attempts to grasp them tight. Distantly, he recognizes that as probably inadvisable, but the rest of him? Tells his overly logical brain to shut up. ]

You're so cute. [A murmur directly in his ear.] I really want to see how good I can make you feel.

[And how much he'll react to feeling good, like he is now. She tugs lightly on his earlobe with her teeth.]

[ Those words remind him of Raven, which isn't the worst she could do. The situation there was different, but (for a warm, wonderful time) he wasn't quite as cautious as he should have been. It's rationalizing, sure. But this situation has much less chance of anyone getting emotionally hurt, which, he found, was substantially worse than any physical injuries. If he never breaks anyone's heart again it'll be way too soon. ]

[ So, okay. He doesn't want to fight her on this, evidently. Even the assertion that he's "cute", which. Clearly isn't accurate, but. Fine. He's too busy trying to control his breathing to argue. He doesn't even mind how loud her voice is like this (touch is diminished, but his hearing is better than a normal human's), though his hear does flicker again. Aside from that, he just stays right where he is, holding onto the bookcase for deal life, which he assumes she'll take as permission. She'd not be wrong about that. ]

[If he wanted to complain, he's had ample opportunity to do so. She hums, pleased, and sets to exploring how else she can make him shiver.

She tugs his cloak away from his neck to leave more kisses and love bites there. Obviously she's not going to leave a mark even if she tried, but it's a sensitive spot for humans, and he's almost human.]

[ True enough, but he'll never stop complaining or grumbling or grousing even after he's given his consent to whatever-it-is. You might say it's his chief hobby. Certainly a less bothersome one than getting roped into world saving, what a thankless mess that always is. ]

[ He's not entirely aware of his head inclining to give her space, good thing or there'd be more arguing with himself. This is not something he does casually! Or at all! But those thoughts are harder to hang onto by the moment. ]

Don't hurt yourself. [ Subtle shift in emphasis brought to you by his voice wobbling a bit. How undignified. ]

I won't. [Murmured between more kisses, and she tugs on his cloak again.] Can I get this off you?

[Truly the worst part of this encounter is that she keeps making him vocalize giving permission for things.]

[ Truly unfortunate because every time there's talking his mind "helpfully" pops in to let him know he should have more discretion. But in this case he thinks she only means his cloak so he unfastens the red brooch that holds it closed and lets it fall. His tunic covers him but is looser with a slightly lowered collar, which is to say a shallow scoop-neck rather than covering him clear up, twice belted at his waist (one for keeping the shirttails out of the way, one for his sword). Sorry, in ye medieval times they have to carry all their shit with them thus many layers. In fact his cloak makes a few neat *clunk*s on the floor. ]

[The cloak is a good start, and she takes advantage of the lower collar to leave more kisses over all the exposed stone she can reach, but it isn't long before she's tugging at one of the belts. Be slightly more undressed, please.]

[ The insistent protest in his mind was becoming gentle background noise, easily ignored, until she tugs at his belt. At which he promptly startles, her proximity being the only thing that makes this a slight shift instead of a full-on flail. ]

S-seriously?!

[ ...In hindsight that's a really dumb thing to say. Of course she's serious. But he's not at his most eloquent, okay? ]

Seriously! Still very into you, that hasn't changed in the last five minutes.

[Just in case he needed a reminder.]

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