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Intimate Alphabet — The Pirate King & Neia (Mature)
🕑 Added 2024-07-22 12:13:34 +0000 UTCThe Pirate King
- A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He rolls over, reaches into his pouch, and pulls out his pipe. The Pirate probs himself against the headboard, lightening the pipe with one hand while the other pulls you to him. He likes feeling your breasts flushed against his chest and having your bare back available to idly trace as he smokes.
His half-thumb will often push against knocks or hardness in the muscles along your spine, gently easing the inflamed flesh. If you groan or flinch in pain, he'll let it be for the night, but make a mental note of the spot to work on it the day after.
If you're awake, he listens to you talk until the tobacco runs out, answering with hoarse grunts and murmured agreements, and if you want to keep talking, he'll fill the pipe as many times as needed until your eyelids grow heavy and you fall into slumber.
If you're not awake, the Pirate listens to the sounds of the outside. The sea and the wind, if you're on his ship, night birds and wolfish howls from the hills, if you're on the road, and, if you're inside, the gentle rustle of other humans. He listens too to your sounds. Your soft breathing, the dull thump of your heart.
He'll never sleep first. You try many a times, but the man doesn't fold. You'd think he doesn't need sleep if you haven't caught him in the morning, eyes closed and chest gently lifting. You told him he looked like an angel. The Pirate took great offense.
- B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Tits and ass man to the core 😆. He's not very subtle about it. If you stand beside him, he'll always loop an arm around your waist, but if the sea dog notes that there's no one behind, his hand might lower until it rests instead in the gentle curve of your ass.
Send him a warning look, and he'll keep it there, innocently to the side. If you say nothing, the Pirate pinches it and laughs out loud as you jump and push him away.
He loves resting his head on your bosom. 'The best pillow in the world, peach,' he says, and you roll your eyes but accept him into your arms because he genuinely looks content lying there. When you're intimate, he'll always kiss, lick and suckle on your nipples while his hands play with your ass and thighs.
He also loves your hips. He'll touch them slowly. He likes how different your body is from his. "Women were made to be sculpted," he says, rough hands tracing your calves, your legs, your hips, and ribs.
"And what are men made for?" you ask with a smile, your hands gently playing with his black hair. He's kneeling before you, your clothes on the ground.
The Pirate smirks. "To worship," he says and lowers his head to your core.
- C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Annoying and sticky? The Pirate deals with it but he'd rather not gush out a disgusting bodily fluid everything he blows out some stress. Either alone or with others.
With you, thought... He's not sure when it happened, but the thought of coming inside you slowly turned him on the more time you spent together. The desire to fill you up and watch it slowly ooze out bothers him enough to get up briskly from the mess hall and stand outside in the frigid air, contemplating whether or not he should throw himself into the sea.
He likes feeling you around him, squeezing in ecstasy, and he loses his damn mind when he lifts your hips and hits as deep as he can. It's with monumental willpower that, at the last moment, he pulls out and cums on the sheets instead.
The Pirate scowls at it. Fucking waste.
- D = Dirty secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
He's not the kind of man to have any inhibitions about his wants. He likes what he likes, and he does, and he does, and the Pirate doesn't feel shame or remorse for anything.
Life happens, and you move on.
Yes, he liked you as soon as he met you. He would have tried to have you bouncing on his lap before the day was over if you were anywhere else, maybe take you out at sea if you were bored with your life. You could have fun until either of you got tired of the other, and he'd drop you off where he caught you.
But you're not just some woman, and he's not just some captain.
Which works perfectly because now, the Pirate can't fathom getting tired of you, and he sure as hell doesn't want you getting tired of him. "I got nothing to hide, peach," he says, spread on your bed with his pipe on his lips. "Ask me whatever your little heart wants. How many I've been with? Were they older? Where I've done it?"
He inhales deeply, his eyes amused, and then blows smoke in your face. "I'm an open book."
You realize, perhaps too late, that he's flattered with your question. And his ego just got bigger.
- E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Very experienced. He's nearing old by pirate standards. He's visited countless ports, and countless islands and boarded countless ships.
As a young man, spending months at sea would make him near insane, and when he reached land, he'd go find companionship, no matter who they were or what they looked like.
As he got older, he got more selective, and took pleasure in the wooing and the pursuit almost as much as the act itself. He has a few paramours in different ports, who he sees once every two years. Some have husbands of their own, others are widows, or never married. He says he loves them, and in his way, he does, but he's never fallen in love with any of them.
"The sea is your one true love," one of his paramours likes to say, and he grins and denies it, but inside, he knows it to be true.
He always gives them a part of his plunder as a partway gift.
He knows women and their bodies, and likes to think of himself as an expert on the female anatomy 😆.
- F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes having you on his lap. He spreads his knees wide, making your legs spread even wider, and has the perfect angle to have you singing in his ears. He likes feeling your nails on his back and having easy access to your jaw and throat to nibble a little bit. Leave a mark here and there, see how many you let him before you're frowning adorably at him, and he just fucks you harder until the frown melts and you forget the meaning of the word annoyed.
He also likes having access to your ass and your breasts. So, doggy is fun for a rougher session or when you're pressed for time. He likes hooking your leg over his and pressing your lower back until you arch and Spirits!
He closes his eyes and wonders if this is the Heaven that friend of yours keeps babbling about.
But whatever else you want to do, he's up to it. He finds it adorable when you take charge, which never lasts long because he can't help himself and will have you flipped halfway into it. You'll have to tie his hands, which the Pirate likes even more, and learn that, next time, you'll need to tie his feet as well. Only then can you finally drive him insane for as long as you want.
It'll come, of course, with a price. But you're willing to pay it. His rougher side is fun too.
- G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Not exactly goofy as he can be very casual. The Pirate could yell orders at his men while buried inside a woman. His mind is never completely there, and it's hard to calm the storm that’s ready to break at any moment.
He calms with you. He's more present with you. His black eyes don't wander while he undresses you, feeling your skin against his, and when you tip his chin and claim his mouth, the Pirate thinks of nothing but the sweet taste of you.
- H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Not groomed. "I'm not taking a razor anywhere near my downstairs friend." He has a black happy trail, even darker than his hair and beard. The Pirate avoids shaving his face as much as possible and even cutting his hair, so he doesn't have the habit of trimming anything down there.
Doesn't want to change it, but, if you whine enough, he'll give in.
"Fine," he says and pushes the razor into your hands. "But you're doing it."
- I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
Can be romantic when he wants to. He knows how to woo women and not just hardened sailors like himself. He's lay with nobles and wealthy merchants, and he can be as charming in a bedroom as he can be violent on the battlefield.
With you, the Pirate finds himself staring into your eyes. You reach for his hand, and instead of pinning your wrists, he takes it, smiling faintly when your fingers squeeze his. You kiss him often, and he'll be damned if he doesn't reciprocate. "You're doing good," he'll murmur, nibbling your earlobe, his thumb swirling around your secret pearl. "Taking me so well. It's like you were made for me."
And if you joke, he'll grin and go along with it, but suddenly, his pace is borderline punishing as if he’s taking it as a challenge to get you unable to speak.
- J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Whenever he's highly stressed. Sometimes, he doesn't even think of something or someone in particular, he just gets it done and eases the restless energy boiling in his veins.
If he thinks of anyone, he thinks of you. Parts of you, glimpses of memories you have together. In his imagination, he does come inside, and that's enough to get him near climax. He half wants to get up and go find you but you're either away or occupied, so he reaches a sad completion feeling unsatisfied and a little bit empty.
And now he has to throw away his favorite handkerchief.
- K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Doesn't mind you being rough with him. He can take it. Pain and pleasure speak of passion, and he likes having you all passionate in his hands.
He also enjoys it when you tie him because he likes to watch you prancing about with a satisfied smile and a pretty glint in your eyes. He won't admit it, but he finds it endearing how much you try for him. He doesn't need much, but you always find ways to give him more pleasure, and it softens his black heart.
He also doesn't mind a bit of temperature play. One time, a merchant tried it on him, and he was shocked at how hard he got. He'll try it with you, gently pressing his cold blade to your skin and kissing the raised hairs on your arms with a shit-eating grin.
Also likes marking and a bit of a breeding kink (which he refuses to indulge in).
- L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He really wants to take you to the crow's nest of his ship 😆. "It's dangerous," you say.
But he vehemently denies it. "It's the safest place on earth."
"I don't like heights."
"You liked the heights I took you last night."
You give him a dry look, and he sighs. "Cling to me. I won't let you fall."
Other than that, any place with a bed will do. Or a bedroll. Or a hay pile. Or the back of a shed, against the wall. Wherever you're comfortable, really. He doesn't mind if people hear you, but he doesn't like when others see you. Your body is his treasure, and he's claimed it for his own.
- M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You wanting to xD. He's a very simple man. If you're willing, he's willing. He loves it when you're needy. It makes him hard just think about it. If you ever beg, that's it. You're done, he'll never let it go. He'll make you beg every time then, just to hear his name in your desperate voice.
He'll play a little hard to get, oblivious to what you want as you approach. You'll hug him from behind, fingers brushing his belt buckle, and he'll pat your hands and move to the side, offering you something to eat. The Pirate plays dumb until you're fuming, and only then will he take you in his arms, gently kissing your jaw as his hand wanders down, slipping into your pants to brush against your panties. When he finds you wet, he'll smirk, pressing his nose to your throat. "Is this what you want?"
You nod, biting your lip, and he finally gives in.
He also really likes seeing you in a dress. It does things to him. It's rare, but he'll remember every time you put on a dress.
Speaking of clothes, you wearing his! His shirt tucked into your pants, his belt looped around your waist, stolen rings and necklaces. The Pirate loves it.
- N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Doesn't want to hear anything about you and your previous lovers. Will get pouty for a while, avoiding you. It's the height of hypocrisy because, if you ask (and only if you ask), he'll have no problem telling you of his exploits, but such is the duality of men.
If you're too quiet or just lay there. He'll stop and ask if you're alright. If you say you are, he'll ask if you're liking it. If, again, you say you do, he finishes it, but it's quick. His desire for you will drop.
He likes to feel like he's satisfying you. If you're just dead meat, laying there, then he'd rather just fuck his hand.
Also, don’t go near his ass. You can grab his cheeks, but no wandering fingers into his hole.
- O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Loves to give and loves to receive. He'll go down on you pretty frequently. The Pirate loves to have you squeezing his head with your thighs or riding his nose with abandon. "Don't hold back on me," he tells you, peeking from between your legs with his face a wet mess. "I can hold my breath a long time underwater. This is nothing."
He likes the taste, but, most of all, he loves having you come as many times as he can. It makes him feel manly.
If you're giving him head, he'll be smug about it. Brushing your hair back to have a clear view of your pretty lips stretching around him. One time, he picked up his pipe and started smoking. You'd be offended if he didn't look so handsome. You'll go until your jaw aches and you're struggling to breathe. He can hold for so long that you either finish him with your hands or climb into his lap.
He's happy either way.
He never takes control when you're going down on him. That's the one time the Pirate lets you stay at your own rhythm and do whatever you want.
- P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Can be fast, and have it done in five minutes. Can be slow and stretch it out for hours. He'll read your mood and what you want of him. Usually, he likes to start slow; undress you by his hand, and kiss the peaks of your breasts and the dimples on your lower back. He likes to wrap his hand around your ankle and move upwards until he's felt your whole leg. He likes when you shiver, and bite your lips, and your pupils grow darker than his black eyes.
He likes the anticipation, the held breaths, the swallow puffs of air, and the shy kisses.
But, when he enters you, the sea takes him, and the Pirate's whole focus is on driving you into the mattress. He'll manhandle you, as rough as you ask of him and as fast as you can take him. He likes to hold your hips at an angle and buckle into you with reckless abandon until you're curling your toes and pulling his hair, and when you come down from your climax, he'll keep fucking you until you're begging him that it's too much.
And he laughs when he comes, kissing your brow, massaging your clit. "Wanna go again?" he asks and grins when you swat him on the chest.
- Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Loves them. Life on a boat can be hectic, and private moments are fleeting and too far apart. He's long gotten used to taking his joys when he can and take advantage of every little blessing. Whether it's food, a bath, or, as he grew older, a quick rump in his cot.
Now, he has a cabin all for himself, and he can take a whole night if he wants to, but he's open when you come to him, your hands pushing his shirt aside to paw at his chest and abs, and he'll hoist your leg up and sink into you. No foreplay, no pretenses, just the need for each other.
Later, he'll take his time, but he enjoys the stolen moments just as much.
- R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
He really wants to take you on that crow's nest. You could look out onto the sea while he's pressed behind you, his hands grabbing yours, and whisper filth to your ears.
Other than that, he likes knife play, but it takes him very long to trust you using it on him. "It comes with the trade, peach, I don't trust easily. Even someone as pretty as you." He pauses. "Especially someone as pretty as you."
- S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
Pretty good stamina, although it's not as good as it used to be. Since he's hit thirty summers, he noted he couldn't keep up as much as his younger self. But he's more skilled than the boy he used to be, and it takes him a few minutes to have a lady melting in his hands.
So, all in all, he thinks it's a good trade.
But he still has high stamina. If you want to go for more than one round, he needs a few minutes which he usually occupies by eating you out before he's hard again. And again. By the third time, the Pirate tries to wear you out to make sure there isn't a fourth.
He can't go again, but he'll be swallowed by the sea before he admits it.
- T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Daggers, little knives, ropes, and whips. One time, you came to his chambers with melted chocolate, and you licked it off each other’s bodies for hours.
Great fun.
- U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He likes to believe he's a great tease but, honestly, he caves into his desires pretty quickly. Even when he pretends he doesn't understand your advantages, if you grab him, swirl him around, and push your tongue down his throat, the Pirate will have you up in his arms with your legs around his hips in half a second.
So, he teases you a little, brushing his head against your entrance, just to hear you whining, but if you moan out his name, he'll buckle in and fill you to the hilt with one swift roll of his hips.
He's not built to deny you much. And it makes him feral when you're the one teasing him. One time, he almost ripped the rope you tidied him with.
- V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Not loud at all. You hate how silent he can be. Again, a hypocrite because if you're silent, he'll get all sullen. He can laugh, when you're being cheeky and talk back if you're in the mood but of pleasure, he'll barely grunt.
He'll give harsh sighs through his nose at times when you're doing something especially good, but other than that, his only sound is his hoarse voice as it praises you. If you get him to curse, you know he's close and half-gone and when he comes, he'll usually groan from very low in his throat.
You love the sound.
- W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Of all the ROs, he's the one who lost his virginity at the earliest age. He was barely fifteen.
He doesn’t know, but he has a child out in the world, whom he will never meet.
- X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Big, veiny, and wide.
- Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Again, whenever you want to, he's ready to go. If it was up to him, you'd have sex at least once a day, but life isn't always so kind. When you're near him, though, it gets hard to keep you off his mind. He'll find his eyes wandering your form, fixing on your lips and slender neck.
Oh, he's ready whenever you are.
- Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Not fast at all. He likes to stay up afterward and soak in the quietness of life. He loves it when he's out at sea and feels the lull of the waves, the call of the stars. He listens to the wood creak and the sound of feet on the planks.
Spirits know how long he has. If he'll live to see another night, hold you in his arms and feel your breath on his skin. He likes to take it in, falling into a meditative state until, at last, sleep claims him like any other mortal soul.
Neia
- A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Neia is a hard woman, but she finds it in herself to take care of you in ways it was never done to her. She'll brush your messy hair away from your face, her knuckles slowly grazing your cheek as she waits for you to come down to earth.
When you blink and crack your eyes open, you'll catch her looking over you before the Spectre moves away and gets out of bed. The first few times together, she went to sleep in her bed, but, one night, when you thought she was gone, Neia returned with a slice of cheese, bread, and a cup of water. "Here," she says, dumping it beside you.
When you reached for it, you were sure now she'd go, but she didn't. She sat nearby, looking at the shadows, but when you offered her some food, she accepted. And now, this has become an unspoken ritual. Neia will go and grab some food or drink, and you'll break bread together, naked and vulnerable.
The moment is somehow more intimate than your lovemaking.
- B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)
Neia likes your neck, your spine, your legs, and the flower between them. She also likes to feel your ribs under the pads of her fingers, wrap her hand around your wrist, and feel the delicate bones shifting within. She likes the valley between your breasts and the strong beat of your heart.
Neia likes your hair, your lashes, your lips, the small crinkles underneath your nose.
She will tell you none of this, but when you're lying beside her, limbs warm and eyelids drowsy, you'll feel the callouses of her hands exploring you. The touch is not sexual, or sensual, it is... almost innocent-like. Delicate and gentle. You pretend to fall asleep as Neia touches you. Until, one night, you feel her leaning down, the rough texture of her scar brushing against your earlobe. "I know you're awake," she whispers.
As for her, Neia is almost crass when it comes to herself. Most of her lovemaking in the past was impersonal, lust-driven, and made to scratch an itch. She wants you to open your mouth for her, to let her hand guide yours to the apex of her legs, and for you to ride her thigh as she sinks her teeth into you. She doesn't need you to compliment, caress, or touch her anywhere else.
But when you softly take her hand and kiss each knuckle, thread your fingers through her snow-white hair, or rub your nose in her collarbones, teeth grazing her pale skin, Neia will close her eyes and feel what she hasn't felt before. Intimacy.
- C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Neia's lips curl. "Never touched it. Never want to."
- D = Dirty secret (self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Neia has slept primarily with prostitutes in whorehouses throughout the peninsula. It's quick and translational, and she never has to see them again. Their word and personhood mean nothing in society, so it's easy to discredit them if they dare to tell a tale of how they slept with the Head Inquisitor — this never happened, of course, because they're not suicidal.
She reconciles this with her faith in God because Neia believes His children were given carnal urges for a reason. Just like eating, drinking and sleeping. She doesn't think she sins when she lies with a woman, and no one is mad enough to challenge that. To sin would be to dedicate herself to someone above God, and Neia has never dreamed of it.
Neia does it mostly in secret, however, primarily because it's easier to deal with Church officials and because she doesn't want those beneath her to undermine her in any way. Her private dealings are her own.
- E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
She's experienced. Neia doesn't go to brothels often, but she's nearing thirty, so she's gone a few times. She's also slept with servant girls in remote taverns when she travels alone, so she has a fair amount of experience.
And it shows. Neia is bossy. Outside of bed, but Lord, in it as well. "Move here," she says, hands grabbing you already to turn you whenever she wants to. "Lower," she commands, and when you duck your head to lick her nipple, she smirks. "Good."
Even when you're riding her, hands plunged in her hair, and your legs wrapped around her, she finds ways to guide you until you're screaming her name, and clenching around her fingers. "Sweet thing," Neia says, her scarred lips kissing the dip of your throat. "Gather your breath, 'cause I'm not done with you."
- F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
It's such a meme at this point, but 69 😆. It's the optimal one! She loves teasing you with her tongue, her arm like an iron chain around your middle, and if you falter or slow down, she bites your inner thigh. You have her teeth marks there at all times of the year.
You pleasure her as she pleasures you, and you make it a game of who comes first. Neia usually wins but because she plays dirty. She uses her fingers and locks you in place when you try to shift her focus from your clitoris. One time, she lifted you in the air, getting your mouth away from her so she wouldn't come first.
Other than that, Neia loveeees having you ride her tight. She can't explain why, she gets no direct pleasure from it, but fuck, watching this sweet little thing writhing against her with your face flushed and your lips plump and your breasts bouncing up and down, and you'll call her with that soft little voice and the Specter’s yellow eyes flash like lightening.
She'll kiss you hard, then, teeth and all, and grab your chin. "Come on me," she growls against your bruised lips, hands guiding your hips against her. "Come on, sweetling."
And you do, seeing stars and Lord damn her, but Neia almost comes too.
- G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Not goofy at all 😆. I think Neia would have an aneurysm if anyone ever described her with that word. She'll often smile, a sharp tug of lips that shows more teeth than not. It's cruel, and she'll always do it when you're begging for her.
She'll rarely answer to you beside a growl or a grunt, but she'll enjoy giving you orders and, if you do well, she'll muster a praise.
She's extremely intense to the point where she's scared some of her partners before. One time, a woman actually fled the room and Neia couldn't stop her laughter. With you, she tells you you're safe, and if you don't like something, "just fucking tell me."
But even so, her intensity can sometimes make you pause for a second or two.
- H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Neia is very fair and has very little body hair. She barely has hair on her arms and legs, and her pubes are both thin and extremely light. Only under a bright light will you see them and touching them you find them like peach-fuzz.
She doesn't groom herself. She doesn't need to.
She dislikes women completely shaven, and she'll tell you so if you do. She won't ask you to change it, but if you let your hair grow a little, Neia will smile, fall to her knees, and eat you out for hours.
- I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)
Not very intimate. Most of her sexual experience was with paid workers, most time they wouldn't even kiss her. Not that Neia minded. She just wanted to get off and go.
Your first times with her, you'll have to really try to get some intimacy out of her. When you reach for her hand, she'll cock her head and look curiously at it as if it's an appendix she's never noticed before. But she'll let you take it and smile that cruel smile of hers when you intertwine your fingers.
She likes watching your face, drinking your slacked mouth and your sweaty brow, but when you grab her chin, and force her to look into your eyes, she stops whatever she's doing and stares at you.
A moment passes. A tense limbo.
And slowly, you lean over and kiss her softly. Her lips stay still, but when you're about to pull away, she kisses back, chaste and sweet.
You take it as a victory, smiling wide, and she rolls her eyes and flips you upside down.
- J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Neia doesn't find pleasure in her body. She sees it as an instrument and keeps it honed like she kept her sword before it was burned and broken.
It's hard for her to accept you find her beautiful, not because of self-hatred, but because Neia genuinely doesn't care for it. She has incredible control over herself, she doesn't allow herself to feel needy until she's at the door of a whorehouse. Other than that, she doesn't masturbate.
When she's with you, this will change a little. She never had a partner traveling with her, available right there. Thought of you will come to her mind, but instead of taking care of it, Neia will simply seek you out.
If you've given her permission beforehand, you'll often wake up with her mouth between your legs, coaxing you to open your thighs wider, and let her take care of you.
- K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Not a lot. Once again, sex has been almost mechanical for her. She hasn't explored a lot in the bedroom. She does enjoy the thought of tying your wrists. You can slowly start to warm her up to different things, but one thing Neia will never want is some kind of phallic instrument.
She'll throw it out the window if you come near her with one.
She’s kinda into impact play, even though she doesn’t realize it.
- L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Neia's paranoid, so she dislikes doing it in open country. Four walls and a locked door is the bare minimum but, she supposes, that if you're on the road for too long, she can settle for a bedroll.
She'll be half there with you and half listening to everything around you, though.
Beds are good, as are couches, and, recently, she found she really likes you to bathe her. She'll pull you in, splashing water everywhere, and play with your tits over your wet shirt. The more you scold her, the wider she'll smirk and eventually shut you up with her tongue down your throat.
- M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
She likes watching you pray. It scared her how much it turned her on the first time she saw it. You with your head bowed, and your hands pressed together, and your lips murmuring along to a holy prayer.
Well.
Neia won't defile Her lord, but she dreamed of kneeling behind you, sneaking a hand down your front until she's pressing her palm on your core. She'd urge you to keep going as her fingers sink into you and drink in your husky prayers.
She also likes it when you're relaxed, with your hair down and stripped to your undershirt. Neia doesn't consciously make the connection, but something about you being sure that you're safe with her has her wanting to pull you into a kiss.
She also likes to watch you in action, on the battlefield. Her spitfire, spilling blood. Like Alessa, when adrenaline courses through her veins, Neia wants to put it to good use in other ways other than violence.
When you met at the Ministry Building, right after she killed Aurelius, Neia would have thrown you over the desk as soon as you showed interest if she wasn't pressed for time.
- N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Not fond of letting go. You'll have to coax and reassure her for a long time before Neia is in your hands and not the other way around.
Also doesn't like screamers. They irk her. One of the first servant girls she seduced had been a screamer. Neia got up and left when she felt familiar rage ignite within her, the girl was abandoned dumbfounded on the bed. She stayed away from taverns for a while after that.
It's not as much a turn-off but something completely alien to her, but public displays of affection. When you bend down to plant a soft kiss on her cheek, in front of everyone, it shocks Neia so badly that she almost lets it show. She stays stone-faced, ignoring you, and from then on, she tries to avoid it.
But she doesn't dislike it, for some God-forsaken reason.
- O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Prefers to receive, as a rule of thumb. Neia never went down on anyone except two times. The first time she was curious. The second time because, in that closed heart of hers, Neia actually liked the woman she was sleeping with.
It takes some time before she goes down on you, without warning, and acts as if she's done this every night since you were together.
Still probably prefers to receive but it's not a wide margin. She likes keeping you happy and satisfied.
- P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Rough, hard, and punishing. You warn her the first couple of times that her grip is too tight and she's biting too hard. Neia adjusts, but sometimes, when you're in the heat of the moment, she forgets her strength and ends up hurting you a bit.
She says nothing when she sees the bruises afterward. But along with the food, she'll bring a salve and a cloth, and she'll tend to you, gentler than she's ever been. "I'm sorry," you hear just before you fall asleep.
Intimacy will build over time, as I've said above. When she's tired, or hurt from combat, Neia will seek you and your lovemaking will be much calmer and sensual. You'll lock hips, undulating against each other — a position she's never tried with anyone before. You're the one teaching her how.
You'll grab her face, hand on her scarred side, and pull her for a kiss as you both fall off the cliff of blissfulness. Neia holds you for long after, her eyes set somewhere past the ceiling.
- Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Never done them but it's not opposed to them. She doesn't come quickly, so they're mostly for your benefit. If you come to her, all needy, Neia will indulge you, but she’ll be wearing, all the while, that smile on her lips that looks like a sneer.
You don't mind it. You've long learned she's just feeling smug.
- R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
It's not her nature to be open-minded. Neia likes things a certain way, and she expects things to be done a certain way. Years in command have her used to others jumping to her whims.
In the bedroom, you'll have to take it slow. Introduce a small little rope here, a massage oil there. Neia's first instinct is to scowl at it as if it's an intruder she's about to wipe from the earth. But she'll learn about herself, and what else she likes besides what she's always done.
You just need patience.
As for risks, not really? Neia's in a constant state of alert. She doesn't want to be while she's with you. For a moment, for just a few hours, she asks God if she can be a simple mortal woman. She'll pick up her mantle right after.
- S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
Neia is an elite warrior. Her body does exactly what she wants it to do and how many times she tells it should. She once stayed awake for 48 hours. She didn't break when she walked nonstop for a week. It will not break with you.
"Who said anything about breaking, Neia? I'm asking if you're tired or—"
"No."
You hesitate. "So, can you—"
"Yeah," Neia says, curling a hand on the back of your neck and pulling you to her. "Yeah, I can."
- T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
She can tolerate some. She supposes she likes it when you're tied or when you use that oil. She doesn't want anything to penetrate her besides your fingers, and she's averse to using it on you as well.
- U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Not the biggest tease of the Ros, Alain has the lead, but she likes to torture you a bit – as an homage to her old title. She likes having you squirming in her hands, and she loves your huffs and puffs of frustration. Your cheeks get all round and rosy, as Neia licks your nipples under their swollen, refusing to pay attention to your dripping center.
Orgasm denial is big on Neia, the control freak. She takes you to the edge, then takes her hands off you, and smirks at your tirade of curses. She'll do it until you're half mad, and only then, allow you to come.
- V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Dead silence. Unless she's speaking, you don't hear from Neia. It's unsettling when she's behind you, and it feels like the hands of the dead are handling you. Oftentimes, you'll do something she doesn't like on purpose just to hear her reprimand in your ear. "I never gave you permission to touch yourself."
Face-to-face is not much better. She's stone-faced for most of it, sometimes you wonder if she's even enjoying herself. And when she's not stoic, she's smiling that deranged smile. Honestly, you find it as scary as it is hot.
Neia will, thought, very, very low, let out a whine when she comes. It's not always, but sometimes, especially if you're licking her. She'll close her eyes in bliss, and when she opens them, she sees you staring transfixed at her. "... the hell you're looking at?"
You smile. "You."
Neia sits up, turning her back to you. "Stop it."
And you don't see her little smile when you say. "I won't."
- W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Neia has had threesomes a couple of times.
- X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Her breasts are small, almost engulfed by the sheer amount of muscle in her chest. Neia is hard all around with sharp corners and barely any curves to speak of. Only her ass can be called curvy. It's hard and tight, but it is well-developed.
She's bewildered by how much attention you pay to it.
- Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It's higher when she's on the hunt. Violent and sex go hand in hand in her mind, so if you're traveling, fighting, or generally hunting something (or better yet, someone) Neia will seek you every night, sometimes in the mornings as well.
When she's idle, doing nothing, all her restless energy is focused on finding something to be doing. Neia's sex drive plummets then, but it doesn't take much to get her interested. She just won't seek you as much, but you can go to her.
- Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Relatively quickly. Before, she'd go to her room and throw herself on the bed, falling asleep immediately after. Now, she shares that small meal with you, and if you push for conversation, Neia surprises herself by engaging. She surprises herself even more when you lie beside her, your feet tangled with hers and your head on the crook of her arm, still talking, and she listens.
She'll listen until words run out, and then, she'll listen to your soft breathing, and fall asleep to that lullaby.
Comments
Fae
The Pirate King has me in a legit chokehold. Even though he doesn't want to admit it, I'm curious how he'd react to a Romanus who indulged or also had a breeding kink (or just likes being climaxed in). xD
mila (yugocar)
im not trying to pretend horniness is an intellectual pursuit, but these really are wonderful character insights!! also i cannot stress enough how excited i am about the neia romance 👀 !!! just cant wait to see how you write this super loaded and complex relationship!!!!
Grey Jaffe
I can't stop thinking about Neia playing dirty while doing 69 with Romanus and lifting her up so that she doesn't come first. I get you're being competitive, but please, let us get you to completion fairly.
Avery
So glad you’ve kept going with the alphabets! So many yummy details about the ROs. The Pirate and Neia are a fun duo to read about. Mark me down as scared AND horny! 😅
Lauriane
... welp might have to do a religious Romanus playthrough, based solely on *that* tidbit of information from Neia, my goodness 👀
Nelly
"The desire to fill you up and watch it slowly ooze out bothers him enough to get up briskly from the mess hall and stand outside in the frigid air, contemplating whether or not he should throw himself into the sea." Cracked me up, thank you Ana
Imani
The things we learn in these alphabets! The pirate may never meet the child he has out in the world, but with his looks I feel like the child would be easily identifiable 💀
Anathema
Regarding the paramours, the Pirate won't break things off, he'll just never see them again 😂. They never expect him to visit. Men of the sea often die in it, after all. There's no real relationship to break. Once he has you, he has no need of them and they don't have real need of him either
Anathema
Alain doesn't have bastards and him and the Pirate don't have stds because this is a story and not everything has to be super realistic 😋 A female romanus won't have to deal with periods or pregnancies because it's a story. But, in both the Pirate and Alain's cases, they're both really careful and Alain in particular rarely goes all the way with female partners. The Pirate had the kid when he was younger and less controlled lol
shrek4ever
I am quite surprised that pirate is OK with being tied up. Didn't expect that from him tbh Also he is so funny being such a hypocrite, what a dude TM For Neia I love how she isn't used to intimacy and softens and she will experience that with Romanus ☺️🥹🥰
Rue
Hoo boy, it's my favorite time again, dissecting all the fun tidbits you've left for us in these wonderful alphabets! First off, I've said multiple times that I have a theory about the Pirate and why he doesn't like anal, and this has done nothing to disconfirm it. I'm not sure I should say it without a trigger warning however, so I'll save it for another time. Regardless, he's a very fun character who's dangerously tempting for my main female Romanus who's romancing Hadrian. She loves the big guy to death, but damn it she can't help the blush that comes to her cheeks when the Pirate calls her "Peach". Neia as a RO has been a fascinating choice ever since I found out it was a possibility. This woman is a traumatic part of your past, your hunter, your potential murderer, and yet you wind up lying with her. It's a hard thing for me to wrap my head around without seeing how Romanus and her finally team up, but I trust you to make me believe it, Ana. As always, a fantastic job!
Saeun
Well this sure was hot🔥 .... It's not really surprising that pirate has a kid somewhere, what's surprising is that he's got only one. Does Alain also have some "bastards", since he too is very promiscuous? And what about STDs? Do you have some in game reasons why promiscuous ROs are not filled with diseases? .... Also, is pirate going to break things off with his paramours, while romancing Romanus? 😜 another thing... will he indulge in his kink if Romanus asks him to?
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first thing on a Monday morning 😵😵😵 how am I supposed to go do work now!
Marti (Lys)
IT’S HOT IN HERE
