"12 feet tall and proportionally bigger in all areas"

[theabysswalker]

Who: Knight Artorias and [OPEN TO ALL FRIENDS]
Where: N/A
Summary: General top level post for smut threads with Artorias because I got several bites.
Warnings: Sex. (This is the first legitimate warning I've ever had to put.)

[OOC: I'm going to be making scenarios as top levels for friends! If you want to do a scenario with me, send me a private plurk first and we can sort something out - this is obviously only for friends.]

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[For Stefan]

[theabysswalker]

[Artorias had been ordered on business to visit a neighboring kingdom along with Captain Ornstein and a small squad of Silver Knights - to handle some demons that had wandered into their region. With the swift defeat of the beasts, who were no match for two legends and twelve Silver Knights of course, the traveling group decided to celebrate with a jovial night spent in one of the local taverns.

Artorias wasn't usually one for loud and crowded places. He preferred to sleep outside under the stars whenever possible, to be alone with his thoughts. But it would be rather bad form to break away from the rest of his comrades whom he'd valiantly fought beside earlier that day, so Artorias decides to give in and join in on the festivities.

Many drinks and much laughter later, the other knights end up tricking Artorias into procuring a woman for pleasure for the night. Several of them already have women in their laps, some had already carried theirs off to bed. Drunk from the atmosphere and the ale, Artorias reluctantly agrees. It'd been a while since he'd last slept with anyone, but with the night already paid for, there's no reason for him to say no.

True to his nature, the kind knight takes her by the arm as he's lead to his room, polite and gentle. He drops his normally quite formal language, the cadence of his voice becoming far more intimate.]

I hope you do not mind spending the night with me, m'lady. I'm perhaps not the best choice for a bedmate.

[cawsome]

[ She'd be lying if she siad she weren't a little nervous. Sex? Sleeping with men (or women) and making sure they have a good time for the night? That's part of the job she's found herself in. She used to be a farmgirl, now she's a whore. It's the way of the world and she doesn't hate her profession. It's a way to keep herself in a warm bed with hot food. It is what it is. She doesn't even mind soldiers.

Artorias is a bit different, of course. For one thing, he's a bit more then a soldier or even a knight - he's a walking legend, a god. And he's twice her height - she comes up to about his waist, if she's lucky - and that - that is a cause for concern. But his friends had offered double her usual price and she'd been the only one of her friends to take them up on it. It had been fun, really - throwing flirty glances and sticking close to his side for most of the night, but now they're getting to the other part.

It might be a bit difficult. She'll find a way, even if her smile is a bit shaky around the edges. ]

Oh, no, lord. It's a pleasure to serve you - really. It's not every day we get knights coming through here - or legends such as yourself.

[ Her grin gets a bit more coy. ]

I'll do whatever I can to make sure you have an unforgettable night - and that's a promise.

[ She gives his arm a friendly pat. At least he's nice. Some men tended to be rough once they handed over their money, as if it gave them license to treat them like ragdolls, to be thrown around and then thrown out. ]

[theabysswalker]

Yes... though I feel Knight Ornstein would have still been a better choice. [He'd retired with two women much earlier, though. Always the more sociable, flashy, regal one.

Artorias gives a gentle smile, dark eyes growing a bit distant as they arrive at the door to his bedroom.]

I don't need an unforgettable night. A nice one, to relax the nerves, is all I could ever ask for.

[He brushes the back of his hand against her cheek affectionately, before pushing his way into the large bedroom, clearly altered to accommodate someone of his stature. Two bed frames had been pushed together sideways, with several mattresses lined along them. In the corner lies his platemail and chainmail, sword, and shield. Even with a lit fireplace, the room is somewhat dark and moody with no lit candles or torches. As soon as she's inside, the knight gently locks the door behind her with his key, tossing it onto the nightstand after.]

[cawsome]

Oh, no, my lord - it's really alright. I don't mind serving you-

[ The usual niceties. You want to make them feel like they're the most important person in the world. Although he certainly matters more than a merchant or caravan guard. She almost means it. ]

Besides, Sir Ornstein is well looked after. I'm concerned about you! You deserve to relax too, my lord.

[ At least he doesn't seem like a brute. The little caress is welcomed - appreciated even. Some men aren't gentle. She eyes the room - this is going to be interesting - and them heads toward the bed to start fluffing pillows and arranging blankets. She turns back after amoment with an impish smile and dips into a low curtsy. ]

Where would you like to start...? A rub-down? You must be tired, after all...

[theabysswalker]

[Artorias can't help but smirk at that.]

Your words are as sweet as your beauty.

[He stretches his neck as he undoes the loose ties on his cloth under armor, tossing the blouse aside messily, his chest now bare - covered in bright scar tissue, from many past battles fought.]

If that is your suggestion... I would not mind it. It is best, if we move slowly... You may be with me for much of the night, fair maiden, I hope they have paid you well for it.

[For Wingus]

[theabysswalker]

Nngh... aaghk... [Artorias is grunting in pain as he lays against the trunk of a tree, pressing his hand to his bruised and bleeding side. Ginia had already managed to take off his bloodied armor, to better reveal the wound and work on it, though he lacked any assortment of bandages or healing potions, and was relying entirely on her now to salvage his life. The two had been instructed to hunt down a rogue drake - Artorias sent along with one of the greatest human dragon hunters in the realm, possessing a gift to invoke their own wrath against them. Unfortunately, during the hunt, the knight had been caught off guard and brutally injured, teeth sinking through his armor and into his skin.

It'd been a while, a long while, since something like this had happened to him.

His eyes are shut tight as he groans. They'd fought the drake as best they could, but with his injuries, eventually they had to flee - the creature far more developed into a fully fledged dragon than either of them had been expecting. Artorias worries now that it could return at any moment, to finish the job...]

Damn this... foul beast... gutless creature... [He's straining himself to talk, and clearly needs to stop.]

[killervocabulary]

You say gutless, but it certainly got away with a bit of yours, friend.

[There's a bit of dry amusement in her tone, though it shifts quite quickly to a sterner one.]

Now keep still - both your and your tongue, or I'll have more work than necessary here.

[She's removed some of her armor as well, if just to move a bit easier. She stoops down to reach his side, summoning a golden glow to her palms. They hover around the area, transferring healing energy into his body. It's patching him up at a moderate pace, and likely feels weird, what with being energy patching one's body back together.]

I'd scold you for charging in like that, but then that would make me quite the hypocrite.

[theabysswalker]

[Artorias breathes more easily as he feels the healing magic work its way into his wounds, dulling the pain and closing the punctures in his skin. He's used to spells like this one. Miracles, magic of the gods used by clerics, were common in his kingdom of Anor Londo, where many of those spells had actually originated from. It's a small comfort to the knight, to have that warmth wash over his side.]

Don't... I am angry with myself for it. [This is humiliating, to have been damaged so by a creature he should have been easily able to dispatch. He closes his eyes and gently places one large hand on her comparatively smaller one as she works her magic.] We... we need to get moving again... we need to find it. [He isn't exactly heeding her order to stop talking, even though he's in no shape to be jumping straight back into battle.]

[killervocabulary]

If you insist on that, you're going to have two dragons to worry about. You should rest for a while, even with this. I am no dedicated healer, after all. On top of that, fighting a dragon while angry is a fool's errand.

[Her magic continues to flow, wobbling just a moment at the touch of his hand. Her concentrating expression gets a bit more intense at that, as well as a smidge annoyed.]

Mind the hand. And what did I say of speaking?

[theabysswalker]

[Artorias sighs heavily and moves his hand from hers, to instead rest by his side. He hates defeat, he hates how it tastes, bitter in his mouth like soured wine. He knows he can't go for it again so easily... But he can't calm himself. The only thing keeping him grounded is the warmth of Ginia's hands. He continue to not shut up.]

I don't need to rest. [He opens his eyes and gives her a sharp look... which is turned completely pathetic with pain and self hatred under her own gaze.] ... You're not going to give me a choice, are you?

[For Ruri]

[theabysswalker]

[Yaha had joined Artorias on his hunt for food, for any sort of wild game he could find to skin and eat. A common practice to the knight who was all too used to living in the forest, though he had to admit that he found the task more difficult without the help of his wolf companion, Sif.

They'd barely begun their trek through the forest, however, when Artorias started feeling rather... strange. Something in the air, something he'd breathed in, is making him suddenly lightheaded. He stumbles, pressing his armored glove to his forehead before glancing towards Yaha. Unknown to him, of course, the technicians had filled the air with a substance bringing on feelings of lust, and desire.

A sudden urge takes over him when he stares at Yaha, and he's suddenly crouching down and grabbing the elf by the shoulders, bringing his face so close to the other's that his eyes are bright and visible beneath his helm and cowl, his breath hot and heavy against his face. He remains that way as the logical part of his brain fights with every fiber of its being to back away, to stop, to let go and not do exactly what his body is about to do, against all of his good judgment.

It fails. It fails so incredibly hard.

Artorias leans in and presses his lips roughly against Yaha's mouth, tongue begging for entrance as he wraps his arms around the elf's shoulders.]

[barebacking]

[It is always nice to come along when he believes that there will be some bloodshed. Of course, it's just going to be from some creature. But there will some thing exciting about watching Artorias skin and devour the beast -- Yaha will most likely fantasize it being a person. The very thought of it made his mouth water.

While he cannot feel any pleasure, his body still loves the touch. While he remains cold on the inside, his body responds as though it can actually feel something. Yaha keeps his snickering to himself as he constantly forces the husk that he lives in to respond to something -- anything -- and feel a little less dead. Even if he has to force it out with a blade in hand.

His head tips up as he wonders if he let his thoughts run a little too wild. He does have a moment of fear due to how desire eats at him. Yaha wants the knight. Can feel it burning just underneath his skin and wonders just briefly after the reason why. Does he not consider himself to be unworthy and that is why he lowers himself to fantasies rather than conquest? Like I could.

Yaha takes a step forward rather than back when Artorias crouches down before him. He doesn't fight as the hands come onto his shoulders. Do you see me as I am now? His eyes widen as he recognizes the look that he is given. Opening his mouth, he breathes out a small sound of confusion. You shouldn't. Desire often ends poorly with him. Because Artorias will be weak afterward. Because afterward, Yaha will have to acknowledge that even this glorious, perfect knight can't make him feel. Then the blood will pour onto his hands.

Yet despite all the thoughts, he press his hands against armor, finding a place for his fingers to rest against to dig into the metal, before sliding up to wrap around Artorias's neck. He opens his mouth obediently, because what could he do, to be devoured in the kiss. To let himself give in to the desire and want. Even in the knowing of what will happen at the end.]

[theabysswalker]

[Artorias presses his tongue to Yaha's, bringing one hand behind to cup his head as he does. But he can't feel Yaha like this, he can't feel his skin or his hair with his gauntlets. He groans, with ache and desire and frustration from being coated in armor, so encumbered and unable to just tear out of it. The knight pulls back, breathing so heavily he's practically grunting like an animal. He pulls off his helm, tossing it aside carelessly, followed by his cowl. He's so desperate to get the armor off, to free himself, that he's violently ripping through the straps of his plate mail, tossing piece after piece onto the ground. His ability to even speak coherently is gone, the pheromones having caused him to go into a frenzy.]

[barebacking]

[And yet he would like to feel the cold of the gauntlet on his skin, to feel the bite of metal as it tears. The want passes as he starts to tear off his own clothes. He chose to wear tunics and gauntlets over true armor like the one that Artorias wears. Yaha feels happier for it as it means that he could be naked before the knight faster. That he could tear at the material of his clothes rather than want to dig those same nails into the one before him. To feel red pool and pour onto his hands. He breathes out a moan, uncertain if it is due to the desire that he's flooded with or bloodlust that rises.

Poor Technicians probably didn't realize that both were one in the same for him at this point. Or maybe they did?

His hands once more on the knight to help him tear off more of the pieces that prevent him from touching skin. To run his tongue against the heated flesh and keep himself from biting down. So many thoughts race. It's so odd to be so consumed with desire, with lust, yet feel none of the warm, comforting feelings that come with it. Not that he would allow his partner to realize such, if he could prevent it.]

Artorias. [Yaha finds his voice to be able to call his name, to say in just a word how much that he wants him.]

[theabysswalker]

[Artorias breathes harder, damaged armor clattering across the ground, followed by the heavy clunk of chainmail, of his underarmor, of his boots. It's taking so long and he can't stand it, he feels like his body is going to burn up and catch on fire with the amount of desire he feels just under his skin. The cloth itself, of his underarmor, of his undergarments, is literally ripped apart as Artorias frees himself of it.

Like a shackled beast that has just been released from crazed imprisonment, Artorias lunges for Yaha, his enormous, scarred body easily knocking him into the grass. He presses his body close as he kisses Yaha again, more strongly, with more great need, one hand rubbing down the elf's thin torso.]

[For Deca]

[theabysswalker]

[Morning light pours into the bedroom from the nearest window, washing over the sheets and eventually his eyes, slowly stirring him from his sleep. When Artorias wakes up, the most immediate feeling that hits him is severe regret, though it takes him a groggy moment to remember why.

And then he sits up and rubs his eyes as the sheets fall from his bare chest and he looks at the figure laying beside him and...

It all comes back to him.

Oh no, oh why, oh why oh why...

The knight groans in a mixture of horror and exhaustion, burying his hands in his face as it burns red hot with total embarrassment. This was possibly the absolute worst decision he has ever made in his entire life, followed by his decision to drink three jugs of wine in one night which is what lead to this situation in the first place.]

[aurumleo]

[Ornstein was facing away from Artorias, stubbornly holding the covers over his face as if to try to block out the sun. He gave a groan when it wasn't enough to keep him asleep. As he woke, the pounding in his head made it rather obvious that he would not be getting back to sleep.

He was going to try anyway, and gave an annoyed growl as he rolled over, then coming face to face with his 'night before'. He gave a frown, blinking a number of times as he pulled his head back, looking the other man up and down.]

...Artorias...? [Oh. Had he...? Had they?! He was not prepared for this. Ornstein made an attempt to sit up, giving up after a moment and lying back down, his face buried into the pillow. This was pretty awful, no two ways about that.

But he couldn't just keep his face buried and hope Artorias would go away and maybe be replaced by a young woman, so eventually he turned his head back to his friend, scowling somewhat.]

Mh. I don't suppose we just decided to rest in the same bed. [Wishful thinking.]

[theabysswalker]

[Oh how Artorias wishes he could say he couldn't remember. How he wishes he could say that the entire night was a blur and that he has no earthly clue as to what had happened between them, that the wine had eradicated all of the night's actions from his mind.

He remembers everything. It is infuriating how much he remembers. The wine had failed him.

Artorias cannot even bear to look at him right now, keeping his face buried in his hands as he moans into his fingers in response. He cannot even feign to not know what happened the night prior.]

[aurumleo]

[No, he knew well enough that this wasn't the case, but Artorias' response to his questioning statement was more than enough to confirm his fears.

Well, he didn't remember it, but his body certainly did. And damn was he sore for it. Yeah, this was pretty much the actual worst case scenario. Ornstein gave a loud groan, rubbing at his forehead and then raking at his own hair.

Please don't let him get nauseous now. The long silence between them wasn't helping though.]

...No such luck, huh? [How did they let this happen? Well, I mean, alcohol. Even so, HOW? Though Ornstein's voice was not rising, let me assure you that he was screaming internally.]

[theabysswalker]

My head is pounding.

[It's an evasive response. He doesn't want to have to acknowledge what went on between them. Avoiding the situation wasn't making it go away, but Artorias isn't sure how he could handle the conversation surrounding it.

He wants to get up, throw on a pair of trousers, and run away, but every inch of him is drained and sore and exhausted. So in frustration Artorias flops back into the pillows and growls into his hands before throwing them down by his sides in anger at himself.]

Thou must be disgusted with me. [He deliberately switches to the more formal pronouns, greatly fearing the repercussions this would have against his status as a knight more than the status of their friendship.]

[royalprecision]

[There were some people who were intimated by size. Hange was not one of them. She was also known for torture, science, and death.

Understanding was one of her favourite things in life. Understanding, and working on it, and trying to figure out how all of it worked, and making it a practical thing to know, and to spread information so that others could understand.

But some people did not understand how far Hange would go for the name of science...or sexual fetishes.

Take Artorias. A knight, someone of a different world, which had either she had slipped into or vice versa. Either way, both of them would do fine in the others world; both worlds were brutal, and both of them were prepared to do what they had to in order to survive.

Though...technically this wasn't for survival. This was curiosity, and sexual attraction, among other things. Which was how they were in privacy, Hange was already naked, and reaching for the knight, her eyes bright.]

If you don't want to do this, it's fine. You can back out at any time.

[Because Hange was the overeager one here, not Arthorias. Maybe. I mean, Hange had kinda stripped in less then five minutes.]

[theabysswalker]

[Artorias wasn't a stranger to sex with humans. In his own world, he'd been tended to by human courtesans more than once; his status as a god even made many of them eager for him.

But never this eager, and without any regard for their own, well, well-being. The woman before him was naked before he could even get his chainmail off. He had to pause, staring at her significantly smaller frame, and in spite of himself his face was going red from the sheer lack of modesty.

This really was a strange new world.

He swallowed and turned his eyes away, slipping the heavy mail over his head and letting it thump to the ground with the pile of his discarded plate armor.]

I shouldn't think that I would be the one with any reason for hesitation. I extend mine own offer, to mirror thine. Thou canst turn thyself away, I will not force myself upon thee...

[Not that he believed she would even take him up on the offer. Not with that face.]

[royalprecision]

[Well, this is kind of like worship but not quite? But he's not paying for her company at least. She's quite happy to be here and getting it on.

Because...well, she doesn't know how this is going to work, but that's half the fun! Hange is here to LEARN.]

You can look all you like. If we're having sex, you're going to be feeling more of me pretty quick.

[Though his concern is sweet enough, and her fingers itch to go over his plate armor and mail. But no. That could come later.]

But you're not forcing yourself on me. I've been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you.

[At least Hange is honest? And...trying to calm down, a bit. Sort of.]

[theabysswalker]

[Artorias really was not used to such bluntness. Not even the men in his company would ever be so forward about their feelings towards sex, let alone a woman throwing herself at him so. He glanced over his shoulder back at her, the modesty of his look almost comical given their situation.]

I... I'm sorry? Why wouldst thou... that was truly thy first thoughts?

[The pauses in his taking off his underclothes was probably maddening to Hange, but he really was just stunned by her forwardness. Still, he was curious to see where this would lead, and so off came his shirt, revealing a thoroughly scarred and muscled body beneath.]

[royalprecision]

I wanted to see your body, wanted to get to know you. The sex?

[Hange considered. She was not the most sexual of creatures, even if she did get into the idea, and got excited about it. She hadn't been certain he had everything that would make coupling possible until the moment came along.]

About five seconds after I realized you're more man than Titan.

[Especially where it counts. She doesn't try to force him to rush. She does bounce on her toes every so often, but seeing the strip show she seems to get more excited.

It seems she's easy to please.]

Sexual attraction is a natural process. If I'm strange for finding you to my tastes, then so be it.