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skxrbrand · 6 hours

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#alright gang #funny as all this is i gotta work tomorrow lmaooo #night~#ooc

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skxrbrand · 6 hours

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#thread commentary #RIP IN PIECES SKARBRO

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skxrbrand · 6 hours

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There are downsides to insensate skin. The dulling of certain senses and heightening makes the registering of pain slow in the mind of the Reaper. All he can feel for sure is the pressure. Thighs locked around his head, constricting him, evidence of his competency, even at something so frivolous and flitsome as sex.

Or this impotent facsimile of it. He manages to muse dryly to himself. Aside from the occasional shifting of his weight, Skarbrand is more interested in the blood on his face and pulling more flesh off of his partner than anything N'kari might be doing to him. Not that the consequences of being with the Arch-Tempter aren't present: there's a mess at their hooves-- blood and spend and the occasional tremble of brass shoed hooves whenever the Keeper pulls another orgasm out of him.

Then he hears, and feels, the bone in his cheek give. Worse is N'kari's concern and perhaps that, and his own massive pride, is what keeps him from protesting. He growls against the wet, bloody flesh caught between his teeth.

Save your pity. It isn't blood you are spilling.

#end thread;#WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE #NSFW #FELLAS DO YOUR PARTNER EVER CRUSH YOUR HEAD MID CUNNILINGUS???????

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skxrbrand · 7 hours

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“ Are you fucking kidding me. The daemons are at it AGAIN?

SKAR, FOR SOME BIG FUCK TALKING MAD SHIT ON SEX IS BAD, SEX IS NASTY, YOU SURE LOVE GETTING YOUR ROCKS OFF TO SLAANESH’S WHORE. MULTIPLE TIMES.

GO AHEAD, THROW ME, YOU KNOW I AM RIGHT. “

#save;#IJSIOJEI THE WAY I SNORTED #KSKSKOEKGOL #jellyfish jam but its nkari and skarbrand fucking ksoKSeokpgl

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skxrbrand · 7 hours

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There are downsides to insensate skin. The dulling of certain senses and heightening makes the registering of pain slow in the mind of the Reaper. All he can feel for sure is the pressure. Thighs locked around his head, constricting him, evidence of his competency, even at something so frivolous and flitsome as sex.

Or this impotent facsimile of it. He manages to muse dryly to himself. Aside from the occasional shifting of his weight, Skarbrand is more interested in the blood on his face and pulling more flesh off of his partner than anything N'kari might be doing to him. Not that the consequences of being with the Arch-Tempter aren't present: there's a mess at their hooves-- blood and spend and the occasional tremble of brass shoed hooves whenever the Keeper pulls another orgasm out of him.

Then he hears, and feels, the bone in his cheek give. Worse is N'kari's concern and perhaps that, and his own massive pride, is what keeps him from protesting. He growls against the wet, bloody flesh caught between his teeth.

Save your pity. It isn't blood you are spilling.

The arch-tempter of Slaanesh does not mind a little blood and pain during sex. Far from it. Especially when his beloved is feeding him so well with sensations.

The pleasure from both of them forms an endless loop, and N'kari becomes more rigorous in his ministrations. His hand knead the precious bollocks that the khornates holds so dearly. His legs hooks around the Skarbrand's head, pressing the red face harden against his entrance.

N'kari cares not for his own orgasms or those he wrings from his beloved, his only desire for more and more. Time has lost all meaning. His thighs clench harder against the reaper's skull and his teeth grazes the shaft inside his mouth.

A slight crack and a burst of pain from Skarbrand finally interrupts his carnal reverie. The legs of a keeper, especially the fastest of them all, is heavy with muscle. Skarbrand's scarred cheek bone had cracked under hours between N'kari's constricting thighs.

He barely had the mind to loosens the grip of his legs, and sends a muddled note of concern to the reaper's mind. He doesn't want to stop at all, but there are other positions they could switch to.

#alphabitchnkari #nsfw #gore tw #/tbqh lmao

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skxrbrand · 10 hours

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Skarbrand tenses, seeing the daemon beneath him morph and shift in such a manner. Knowledgeable as he was about the Slaaneshi, the Reaper cannot help but find such a boneless ability loathsome, but he says nothing. The mouth on him quickly chases the unpleasant feelings away and for a moment, the Bloodthirster merely experiences the sensations of the other's mouth.

But eventually he reciprocates, all teeth and tongue. Mostly teeth. The slick of N'kari's desire is quickly joined by blood. A little at first-- accidental nicks from his teeth -- but as time wears on, the Reaper become ever more careless with his fangs. Even here, he gives credence to his title as a Drinker of Blood and Render of Flesh.

N'kari lays down on his back, since Skarbrand's idea of masculinity is probably too fragile to lay on the bottom . He remembers what a pain it was for Skarbrand to even lie prone for his injuries.

He mentions for Skarbrand to settle on top, only for to sigh in exasperation as the Krhonate lays on him face to face. Of course the reaper had not thought about the logistics of soixante-neuf. Instead of going through the hassle of repositioning, N'kari merely shape-shifts upside down. His mouth finds Skarbrand's hardening length and gets to work, waiting for the reaper to do the same.

#alphabitchnkari #nsfw #//waiting for this to go tits up like it always does lmao

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skxrbrand · 10 hours

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It's nothing they haven't done before, which is why Skarbrand doesn't react initially. That and there is something dampening his usually surly mood and enlivening his lower flesh.

He quickly identifies the Keeper's saliva as the culprit. The Reaper is unreadable.

This is your request? His eyes flick down to where he responds to the Tempter's ministrations. Pulling off the loinmail, the Reaper recalls the last time they did this. Chiefly, he recalls the blood.

Very well.

The loinmail drops to the floor, heavily.

N'kari does not leap for him, though he wanted to. Patience will reward him with greater indulgence. He crawls up to Skarbrand, still feigning deference.

He presses a kiss against the reaper's sheath before delicately teasing Skarbrand with his tongue.

Dearest to my hearts, I have a boon to beg of you. N'kari gazes up meekly, still working aphrodisiac saliva into Skarbrand's groin.

Would you pleasure me with your mouth while we play 'the maw game?' He almost snorts at Skarbrand's favorite euphemism for oral sex.

#alphabitchnkari #nsfw #//spicy

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skxrbrand · 12 hours

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@alphabitchnkari

Me if I were a dog

#DO I EVEN GOTTA SAY IT #SKAR BRAN THE FLAKED ONE (SHITPOSTS);

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skxrbrand · 14 hours

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describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.

#clifford the big red khorne dog #+ pinky and the brain #ooc

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skxrbrand · 14 hours

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Thoughts on children?

" Food."

#ask #Anonymous #KHAZAAN (BLOOD TIPPLER);

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skxrbrand · 14 hours

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If a child kills its mother in childbirth is that murder?

" Murder is intentional. An act undertaken in the grip of rage. No."

#ask #Anonymous

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skxrbrand · 14 hours

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Skarbrand looms, taking in the Tempter before him. Then, as now, he is unable to reconcile the submissive being before him as the daemon who nearly killed him when they first met. He grunts, contempt still lurking his gaze, even as he starts to remove his armor.

The Slaaneshi had more varied hungers than his kin did. Blood daemons could be sated with battle, but Pleasure-spawn...

You and your sisters are troublesome.

Pauldrons slide off of broad red shoulders. His chestplate follows suit, dropped carelessly alongside them. Skarbrand's hands go to his belt, beginning to pull this off as well.

N'kari presses his body onto the furs and tucks his tail between his legs. A submissive posture to please his beloved.

Sex with Skarbrand always requires so much ceremony. He shouldn't be surprised. The prize son of Khorne is as melodramatic as his father.

N'kari lets out a plaintiff whine, and stares up at the reaper with pleading eyes. Body language is always surprisingly effective against Skarbrand.

#alphabitchnkari #suggestive

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skxrbrand · 1 day

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um. anyways

zeuszilla trend got me actin silly

#RAGEFEASTER (ABOUT SKARBRAND);

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skxrbrand · 1 day

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Skarbrand's hotbar--

#COMBAT TRIALS (DASH GAMES);

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skxrbrand · 1 day

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Skarbrand gives a growl, a louder one than his usual irritance. He expected eagerness, but this is pushy, even for N'kari. For a moment, he desire shift from sating N'kari to regaining control of the situation. He impedes the Tempter's progress, seizing a Horn and pulling needle teeth away from his flesh.

Gripped by desire or not, you will be mindful Tempter.

Without releasing N'kari, he rises from where he'd been pushed and roughly drags the taller daemon to the bed of furs and bones. Pointedly, he avoids the newly, nearly-complete throne he's been constructing.

Or your hungers will go unsated.

The chamber is already full of N'kari's soothing scent and Slaanesh's influence only makes it heavier.

N'kari pushes Skarbrand onto the floor. The reaper is too stubborn to lay prone on the floor, so he remains sitting.

The keeper immediately buries his head between Skarbrand's thighs. He knew his beloved favored this carnal activity above all others, though he had something else in mind.

#alphabitchnkari #skar vc: bad dog B(

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skxrbrand · 1 day

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