"Walters...J-Jacob..." Helen said, taking a slow, nervous, shuffling step forward.

"Yes?" He said, turning to her. "What-?"

And she was pressing herself against him, suddenly and fervently, arms first at a loss for what to do, then slowly snaking around his body, gripping him gently as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. She tried to lose herself, to escape the terrible constant weight, the ever-present looming fear, and the insidious hunger, the stripping away of her humanity by chips and fragments that came with every step closer to saving it.

"You're so warm..." he said finally, and she breathed a trembling sigh as she felt his arms around her, one hand caressing her back while the other stroked soft rivulets through her tangled red hair.

It all came crashing down as she shook in his arms like a child, and she slid to her knees. She felt him follow, guiding her to the carpet where she clutched her arms around his neck. For the second time since this horrible mess began, she wept at a man's feet, heavy wracking sobs that had for days pounded against her outer veneer of indestructibility, of fire and vengeance.

She could hear him shushing her, a soft soothing sound, as he rocked her gently. She felt his lips on her forehead, a single kiss delicately planted.

At least the man was alive this time.

>It's Only Sort-of Canon
"You're so warm..." he said finally, and she breathed a trembling sigh as she felt his arms around her, one hand caressing her back while the other stroked soft rivulets through her tangled red hair.

OH GOD THIS IS GOING WHERE I THINK IT'S GOING

Helen felt her feet leave the ground as Jacob lifted her gingerly, the folds of her robe draping over them both. He stepped gingerly onto the bathroom tile, and into the shower, where he again sank to his knees, placing Helen gently on the tile. He slowly undid the waist-tie of the robe, letting it slide off the thin waif-like body of Subject 82, revealing the multitude of bruises and cuts covering her body. He tossed the robe aside and turned on the water, letting the warm droplets cascade over them both.

Helen's tears mixed with the showering water as she continued the cathartic weeping, while Walters silently ran his fingers through her hair, getting the tangles out carefully. Helen let out a small gasp, a shiver running down her spine as his fingers stroked along her scalp, brushing away anxiety and pain.

Jacob didn't speak, and didn't complain as his clothes became soaked through with water. Using a washcloth he tenderly dabbed at the bruises, eliciting quick hisses of breath from Helen. She had stopped crying, and now merely lay huddled against him, sucking in deep breaths of moist air, reveling in what peace there was to be had. The runes danced slowly over her exposed body, a shimmering syllabary of unknowable things.

This...this is good.

Far better than the Alma thread a few pages down, where we were talking about masturbating with sandwiches

When he was satisfied that she was clean, comfortable, and calm, Walters helped her to her feet, turning off the warm water. He handed her a towel. "Go and dry off," he said. "I'll change out of these soaked clothes." Sniffling softly, Helen only nodded.

She waited nervously in the bedroom, furnished as practically and sparsely as the rest of the apartment, while he stripped out of his wet clothes, the towel wrapped around her small shivering frame. Walters entered the bedroom, his own towel wrapped around his waist, and sat next to her, not making direct eye contact.

"So..." she began, hands clutching the towel around her, arms drawn close to her body. "What does this mean?"

Walters shrugged, looking into her crimson eyes, running a hand along the length of her jawline. "It means I'm writing it as I go. I don't have all the answers. Hell, I barely have any answers. But I know what feels good, what feels...right. There are precious few things that can make me happy these days, and you're one of them."

"But, when we talked, you said-"

"I know what I said. I was being practical, cold. I guess it's a thing I developed, always trying to be strong for Samantha. That's not a man I can afford to be anymore."

I'm giving this two thumbs up thus far.

"But what if-?"

"What if." he cut her off, cradling a hand behind her neck and pulling her forward, their lips meeting in the dark room, tiger-striped by the city lights outside the blinds. Helen felt herself tense, an instinctual reaction, but allowed her self to relax, her eyes lidding closed. She felt Walters' hands on her wrists, gently pushing back, and let herself be tipped back onto the bed, wet hair splaying out around her like a spider's web.

Helen fought back the primitive, the fight-or-flight that had dominated her whole heart for weeks. She was pinned to the bed, in the control of someone else, and it was marvelous if only she'd let herself see it. The kisses were tender and experimental at first, but as she proved receptive Jacob grew in confidence and daring, and their tongues sought one another out, entwining like snakes as Helen's mouth opened slightly. Her whole body shivered with unfamiliar sensations; towels cast aside, the two of them pressed against one another earnestly.

The runes along Helen's body moved with a slightly more frenetic pattern and pace as she moaned softly, biting Jacob's lower lip and suckling gently. He smiled, then moved to her neck, breathing in the scent of her wet hair and tracing a line of kisses up her jawline, nibbling on her earlobe as she shivered, giggling softly before guiding his mouth back to hers.

e broke the kiss after a few more blissful moments, eliciting a disappointed and confused look from Helen.

"Wh-why did you-oh!" She moaned, cutting herself off as she felt him kissing his way down her tender lithe body. He cautiously avoided her bruised ribs, lightly brushing one nipple with the tip of his tongue, before continuing downwards, light kisses causing her belly to quake as she twitched and gasped with each phantom touch. Finally he reached his destination, cascading feathery breaths over the shuddering lips of her sex before delicately tracing a vertical line with his tongue, ending in a flick at her small button of a clitoris.

This is the ONLY quest I would EVER Welcome this for.

I have in fact, raged at quests in the past for this sort of the thing.

It takes a lot for me to accept, much less WELCOME smut of a Quest.

...Post the rest of it, damnit, StonerDM.

"Ah!" Helen cried out, arching her back at the sudden, almost electric tingle. She wasn't a prude; she had obviously heard of this sort of thing, maybe even experienced it herself, but for all intents and purposes, this was her first time. As Jacob's tongue ground slowly against her quivering flesh, her face flushed a pink shade to compliment her red eyes. "Oh...god..." she murmured, one hand gripping a fistful of bedsheet while the other reached down to stroke firmly at Walters' hair.

Jacob lapped at the moistening folds of skin, alternating between suckling gently on the clitoris and using powerful tongue-strokes to stimulate the rest of her pussy. Helen's chest heaved in the pale darkness, her nipples erect and sensitive. One hand reached up to tease her own breasts, her face a mask of pleasure.

With one final taste, Walters shifted himself forward, rising to his knees, his own length already hard from the extensive foreplay. He met Helen's glassy eyes, smiling at her over her panting chest.

Excellent work so far. I'm enjoying the gentle and loving passion of this.

For the record, Stoner, suptg doesn't seem to care about smut. Just check the maidquest archive.

"Is this...your first time?" he asked, somewhat meekly.

"I...it might as well be," she responded, looking at him expectantly, excitedly, eagerly.

"I'll be gentle," he promised, placing the head of his member at the folds of her wet entrance. She held her breath, entire body poised with anticipation.

You're quite the writer Stonerbro.

...I'll be in my bunk.

What CAN'T you do while high?

>>10241760

Nothing, apparently.

He drove himself forward, gently as promised, the first few inches of his shaft sliding into her warm depths with a mutual gasp from both parties. Helen's legs trembled, and Jacob reached down, caressing them with both hands and spreading them open a bit more, moving his hips forward slowly. Helen bit at her lower lip, mewling softly as she was slowly filled.

"Y...you're sure it's okay, with me...like this?" she asked. Jacob leaned in, pressing their bodies together, his face against hers. He jerked his hips slightly, making her squeak softly.

"It's fine. Maybe even better than fine. You look...exotic," he said, tracing the lines of her shifting runes across her face before leaning in and kissing her softly. Her legs wrapped around his waist, flexing to drive him the rest of the way inside her as their lips entangled once more. He began grinding against her slowly, causing them both to groan.

Helen broke the kiss, a wry smile on her face. "Fuck me..." she said, almost a whisper. The smirk spread to his face as he slowly drew his hips back, letting them pause with only the very tip of his cock still inside her. She rolled her neck impatiently, trying to force him forward with her legs.

...Nice.

some of the best erotica I have ever read... And I-I have read quite a bit...

He drove himself forward unexpectedly, driving the air out of her in a loud gasp. "God, yes..." she said breathily, followed by a choked "Ah!" as he rammed himself back into her again, quickly picking up a brisk pace. She felt waves of pleasure rolling over her, growing upon one another until she couldn't think straight. She began rolling her hips up to meet his thrusts, each impact of their hips jostling an ever louder cry from her as she fully gave herself over to the experience.

Helen wasn't sure how much time passed, the two of them thrusting rhythmically against one another, bodies beading with sweat, her hands scratching red lines down his back, her lips gaining purchase on his lips, his cheeks, his neck, his chest...

The orgasm struck her like a thunderbolt, waves of pleasure piling up, sympathetic resonance all along her body. Her back arched like a bow, the runes on her body rushing across her like the shadows of leaves in a storm, one hand clasping a handful of Jacob's hair while the other clung to his arm. Through the haze of convulsion and ecstasy, she heard him moaning louder as well, and felt the surging, pulsing heat deep within herself that signified his own climax spilling into her. A smile settled onto her face as she felt herself come down from the massive rush, her entire body tingling to the point of numbness, with only the comforting warmth in her abdomen lingering.

>So, could you see this happening way back when we met him in BQ5(6?), playing the 'Oh, save me from the horrible thing in the cornfield, Mr. Big Arkham Man!' and having deep inner struggles of whether or not to fucking eat him, Stonerbro?

*Slowclap*

>>10241906
>Walters was introduced as a throwaway character. None of this was ever supposed to happen. You guys certainly force me to adapt.

...

"I can't feel my legs..." she whispered weakly. His face buried in her neck, panting deeply, Jacob could only grunt a response. The two of them lay there for several minutes, their breaths panting in near-synchronization.

At some point, Jacob felt Helen's breathing slow, becoming shallow and relaxed. He stroked her fiery red hair out of her eyes, slowly extracting himself from her tangled embrace. He tucked the covers up over her naked body, taking a last lingering look at the flickering runes, almost incandescent in the dim light. He moved around to the other side of the bed, sliding cautiously under the covers, careful not to wake her. Placing a final kiss on her head, he rolls over, passing swiftly into peaceful slumber.

"What...what...the fuck just happened," Garfield shakily asked the still night. There was no response forthcoming from the unsympathetic darkness, leaving the blood alone to ponder the human mating practice in stunned solitude.

Ha ha ha. Gotta love Garfield being all confused as we fuck ourselves senseless.

>There it is. Archive it if you want to, sorry if I missed any tense changes, writing past tense stuff while also writing a present tense quest at the same time got confusing real fucking fast.

>>10241658
>also FFFFFFFFFFFF I MISSED THE FUCKING "H"

/tg/-we romance throwaways, and throwaway main characters.

>>10242013
When someone's keeping track of everything, nothing is throwaway.

Actually, I think I forgot so Arkhamites we barely met.

...wow.
Props Stonerbro.

Wow, I am not disappointed for making an exception.
Already saved and converted.
Well done Stoner, Well done.

Brofists for everyone.

Now taking fetish requests, with no guarantees.

>>10242107
Yeah, my ideas are too insane, so keeping my mouth shut on this one.

I know someone said something about a PG slice of life Clara/Brody, and I'll go ahead and second that. Something that will give be diabetus just by reading it.

Wade/Clara with crazy mechanical bits and tentacles. "You have to learn someday..."

...Then Clara coming back to him afterwards.

There better damn well be an epilogue to all of Bloodquest.

...Brb, writing more Helen/Jacob.

>>10242131
>psh

For people who don't want to cop to their own fetishes, email me. I don't know if you've noticed, but I smoke way too much weed to be excessively judgmental of the weird shit you like.

>>10242107
batshit insane 13/82 combo
>and then she came buckets, not as a metaphor for the amount but literal cumming blue plastic buckets.

...13/Cosmic Entity?

Nah, too crazy.

I'm going to just wait for more, possibly supplement.

>>10242189
You're like the third person to claim that, and I've yet to see a word of any of it.

Alternatively, email me, and I'll maintain a correspondence from you after I die in a week.

>>10242194
No, crazy, as in, what is that I don't even, not even fetishes, just crazy shit from Archivan for too long, looking for the weirdest pairings.

>Remember GlobetrottersxGiantSpider? No, you don't, because it doesn't exist.

However, writefaggotry of Brody before the war would be funbackstorytimes.

Where are you going anyway?

>>10242274
You'll never strip the Stonerbro of his mystique!
Seriously, though, I'm going somewhere or doing something that will dramatically reduce the amount of times I can sit in front of a computer for 9 hours making shit up with you guys. Sad times. I'll probably still flit around /tg/ with my old Nyarlathotep trip.

>>10242290
...Prison?

>>10242333
Do they let you browse /tg/ in prison? If so, I am suddenly less afraid of ever being convicted of possession of the multiple substances I am frequently in possession of.

>>10242350
inmates have limited access to the internet in minimal security prisons.

>>10242375
>Minimum Security
>Has more drugs than many countries
>Suuuuuuuuuuuuuure.

>>10242389
he could be a white business executive.

Toss us the Email, StonerBro?

I'll Email you, even if these dicks don't.

>>10242444
See
>>10242236
>>10242194
Could you believe Stonerbro AND StonerDM were both taken already?

>>10242107
Hmm...
Clara figuring out how human she is.
Either trying masturbation after seeing some people going at it. (An approaching apocalypse tends to cause people to lose their inhibitions, and as an android she probably wouldn't need to sleep, so whenever the other characters were sleeping she has time to kill. Her childlike personality probably makes her curious which leads her to filling this time by exploring, She has stayed at places where she could witness others, the motel, that brief stop before getting on Arkham's jet. She has infra-red vision, hell this could be canon, it would certainly go a ways to explain some of her bubbly personality.)

Or Creed could try and make a move, NAH!, actually I like what I said above, If you do this go with what I said above, then if you want, have her make a move on one of the other characters.

>>10242236
Even if no one ever uses that email, the mere fact that it exists is fucking fantastic.

woah.

Just... woah.

THUMBS UP, MAN.