@cambius : ❝ you are an absolutely stunning, murderous little creature. ❞

inara gives an untamed laugh. they lay together, naked as the day they were born, and unashamed –– two powerful women, heavy-winged and with a deep desire for more than their shitty lot in life. ❝ you flatter me, ❞ she replies lowly, reaching out to smooth her palm along nepharia's hips, along the ridged skin which her lips and tongue had long-savored before her descent between the succubus' slender legs.

for whatever reason, nepharia's words stir something familiar within her gut. they twist there, digging at lost memories. she's heard such sentiments before, once upon a time. inara is sure of it. but where, but when?

❝ I could say the same about you, dearest. watching you in battle is like staring into the sun. you're radiant in the fiercest ways. ❞ and though it's only been some handful of minutes, her appetite knows no bounds. inara shuffles onto her knees, straddling her lover firmly, dragging her fingers through nepharia's long, beautiful hair. ❝ I think I understand why you devour, my lovely. I would eat you up, if I could. I think you'd do well inside me. ❞ the aasimar leans in, nose brushing her own. ❝ though I much prefer being inside you. ❞

ENORMITY OF MY DESIRE : accepting.

@sunderdust : ❝ promise you won't be cruel. ❞

her lips purse, hackles raising. it's a request that chafes like shackles. there's a wild instinct in her to buck it off, to lash that tongue she wields as a whip and fling him off of her. but to do so would be to let him go, and once inara has her claws lodged deep in something, it's best to keep them there. the urge within calls to her, promising retribution for his insolence –– she shuts it up quickly as she turns to meet solomon head on. she does so have an appreciation for beautiful things. beautiful people? well, they fade. but not him. no, inara wants to keep him forever, just like this.

❝ okay, ❞ she says, swearing it softly. ❝ I promise I will not be cruel. for you. ❞ he has such a tender spot for the young and innocent –– though really, what is innocence? has it ever truly existed? the animal in her wants to tear that gentility out of him, all wolf teeth and raven beak. wants to swallow it whole, wants his blood in her mouth always, always, always.

her hands glide up along his chest, arms wrapping around his neck, tugging his body against hers. the air between them smolders as inara presses herself to him, an exposed leg hiking up over his hip. ❝ you know I love you, right? ❞

DAUGHTER OF DOCTOR MOREAU : accepting.

@shemurder : ❝ what’s that supposed to mean? ❞

❝ oh, don't take offense, ❞ she responds with a small smile. the pinched expression on the ranger's face was more than a little amusing, considering how misplaced her vexation is. ❝ I only meant that tiefling stereotypes are all too prevalent in faerun, not that I put any stock into them. ❞

inara touches the edge of her quill to the corner of her mouth, thinking, before putting the final touches on a handful of runes she'd been deciphering as she'd listened distractedly to morgana. ❝ I find loose judgments and assumptions to be a marker of the unintelligent and fearful. you should never believe what you hear. ❞ she smiles a little wryly then, feathered wings ruffling. ❝ after all, if an angel can fall –– why can't a devil rise? ❞ a pause. ❝ I'm being metaphorical, of course. ❞

MORBID CURIOSITY : accepting.

@sunderdust : ❝ i'll come to your room later. ❞

❝ well, isn't that just a little presumptuous? ❞ she's in the middle of peeling an apple with a paring knife; its sharp edge teases at her skin, threatening to bleed her finger at any moment. ❝ what if I will be busy when you decide to drop by? what if you show up and I'm all too focused on fucking myself silly to pay attention to you and your needs? ❞ she smiles to herself, almost as though this is all one big joke to her. and in a way it is. why should he get to be the comedic relief all the time? why can't inara have some fun too? even if it is at his expense.

she glances up at solomon slowly. with the way she's sat, legs up the tavern table, she's forced to look up at him. purposefully, she allows the tip of her knife to press into the skin of her finger. her core gives a delicious clench at the immediate sting, though she keeps her eyes on solomon's as she sucks her bloody finger into her mouth.

❝ I thought you were angry at me, ❞ she speaks innocently, as though she's ever been innocent, as if she could ever be innocent. her hands may be clean now, but they'll never be clear of blood –– some things don't wash away easily. ❝ now you want to come to my room? I know you've had me begging like a whore lately–– ❞ a few heads turn curiously at that. she ignores them all. ❝ but I have to have some self-respect, don't I? I cannot just allow you to walk all over me. I do have a heart, you know. ��

DAUGHTER OF DOCTOR MOREAU : accepting.

@solomage : ❝ I have longed to throw something at you; a chair, a fireball, myself. ❞

amusement has inara openly smiling –– she has a rather nice smile, especially when she's quite splattered in blood and gore. ❝ I can't say I've ever heard those words said in that order before, ❞ she muses, wiping her bladed focus clean on the edges of her slitted dress. ❝ I'm flattered, though, dear. it's not every day someone up and declares they'd like to fireball you. ❞

once the blade is sparkling once more, inara leans forward so her breasts are all but tumbling out, and drags the tip of her ceremonial dagger along the edge of soloman's jaw. ❝ for what it's worth, I'd throw a fireball at you too. but I draw the line at throwing myself –– you'll just have to come crawling to me instead. ❞

she pulls back, then, satisfied and smug, eyes glittering and a challenge posed upon her smirking lips.

THINGS SAID WHILE ADVENTURING : always accepting.

@selunight : ❝ is that... blood? ❞

inara was mesmerized by the color for a moment, fingers held up to the light, before she shook her head clear. as she finished casting her spell, the blood turned black before her eyes, pitch-dark and lightless. she smiled, proud, wiping the remnants –– a charcoal-like dust on her fingers –– off, and turning to face celeste.

❝ it was, ❞ she drawled, all too casually. ❝ have you never witnessed bloodletting before? honestly, celeste, just what kind of temple did you grow up in? �� her brow furrowed –– where had that strange sentiment come from?

MORBID CURIOSITY : accepting.

@vampiyrus : ❝ you taste like heaven. ❞

❝ very clever, ❞ she laughs –– the sound rich and throaty–– as her thighs quiver from their perch over his shoulders. astarion's words send the best fucking vibrations up along her swollen clit. laid out on her pillows, her wings spread out behind her, she's never felt more the queen she knows she is than with this handsome man between her legs.

❝ hells, you're good with your tongue, ❞ inara groans, fingers carding through his hair, tightening at the roots. her free hand ghosts along her stomach, up to cup her breast. her skin ripples with gooseflesh, eyes darkening. a smug smirk winds onto her lips. ❝ can't help wondering if you're good enough to make me come, though... ❞

MORE SMUT : always accepting.

@sunderdust : ❝ take off your clothes. slowly. ❞

the world is dark, cloaked in silk that deprives inara of her sight. in response, every flavor and every sound is magnified. the aftertaste of firewine lingering on her tongue. the quiet swish of solomon's footsteps along the floor.

inara's wings rustle behind her, feathers ruffling as they glide along the floor. when solomon's fingers graze along her cheek, her catching breath echoes in her ears, deafening. oh, how she enjoys this cat and mouse game –– especially when she is the mouse. made so small, so tiny, so helpless as he plays with her.

❝ anything for you, my dear, ❞ she purrs softly as her hands slowly go up to untie the dress looped behind her neck. the knot is unwound and her breasts are bared, nipples peaked and pebbled, each swell heavy and each point pierced with bars that trail thin chains of gold. she's an ornamented thing stood before him, decorated purely for his pleasure and his eye.

after, she reaches for the corset wrapped tight around her stomach. blind, it's difficult to untangle the cords, but inara takes her time, feeling his gaze on her all the while. she wonders what solomon may be doing, thinks she might catch the rasp of skin on skin, as though his palm might be wrapped tight around his cock. in response her core gives a clench of desire, craving the indescribable stretch as he enters her for the first time. absently, her tongue flicks out to wet her lips, the deep red there smearing.

❝ tell me, lover... do you like what you see? ❞ she knows solomon does. but her ego is never sated when it comes to him. the thousands of prayers she receives are nothing in comparison to one compliment from his lips. all the gods have their favorites, after all, and he is certainly hers.

and as the corset falls to the floor, inara begins to tug her skirts upwards, revealing inch by slow inch of bronzed skin, allowing her fingers to trail along her thighs and linger along the edges of her cunt. ❝ I think you'll be happy to know... ❞ the skirt is last to go, cast somewhere to the side. ❝ ––that I am not wearing any undergarments. ❞

thus, inara is left bare, left naked, left vulnerable. left wholly and entirely his.

@aliarssmile : ❝  don't go for second best.  ❞

a glance to the side, and inara's unimpressed visage subtly shifts towards a small, private smirk. she surveys the pale elf beside her with a raised brow. ❝ why ever would I do such a thing? ❞ she presses a tone of utter bewilderment into her voice; a more astute listener might hear the slight hint of mockery inara cannot help but slip like a knife under the innocence of her words.

she's never been innocent a day in her life. inara doesn't need her memories to know that.

❝ do I seem like the kind of woman who would settle for second best? ❞ her wings rustle behind her, feathering in faux upset. ❝ really, astarion, ❞ she teases. ❝ I'm not only offended, I'm hurt. I settle for nothing, dearest. ❞

80S JAMS : accepting.

@lordgortrash : ❝ you don't have to be a tyrant, but if you don't want to be consistently cruel, then you have to be sufficiently brutal at least once to establish authority. ❞

inara smiled, the cut of her lips pleased as she set her chin in her hand, mulling his words ❝ I hope you're not under the impression that I somehow disagree. I know my companions can be a little... idealistic and naive, shall we say? but I'd like to think I am of a higher mind. ❞ she could practically feel karlach's ire radiating towards her, though the tiefling was nowhere to be found. there was a reason, of course, inara had not told anyone she was making her way to gortash. his command over baldur's gate was alluring enough on its own, but now he had a great many things inara had her eye on –– the man was drenched in his own power. and well... inara wanted to get wet too. besides, it was about time the two them talked.

❝ I enjoy hearing your ruminations on power, ❞ she mused, setting down her goblet of wine. she'd only taken two sips; inara preferred her mind sharp. ❝ there are many ways to rule, and I find that they all come with their challenges. to be adored seems the ideal path to me, but then, I would never wish to belong to anyone but myself. ❞ she appraised the man before her, his gilded robes and shining leathers. her wings rustled quietly behind her as she laughed throatily: ❝ and something tells me you're of the same mind. ❞

HOUSE OF USHER : always accepting.