Walking and Talking with Jesus
Can you imagine walking, talking, eating and laughing with Jesus day in and day out? I believe He had to lighten up and laugh with those misfits He called to be with Him 24/7 for three-and-a-half years.
I appreciate how THE CHOSEN film series has captured some of those shenanigans and how patient Jesus is with each of the disciples. And the same goes for us and our shenanigans in our own lives…
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“It may be tempting to make the flesh vanish. But rejection of carnality is the other side of the system that projects it onto others. Bodies are always susceptible to the exercise of power. However, the susceptibility to being shaped by the world is also the basis of all life and all knowledge. Flesh is a constitutive relation to the world – a condition for corporeal survival and flourishing as well as the source of its vulnerability. Rather that abandon flesh to live in the body, we need to reevaluate the rejected traits of carnality – its links to the material elements, its frailty and changeability. And I find in the carnal strand of Christian imaginaries resources for this project. They offer a crucial insight: unless I can embrace my own flesh, and its beginnings in the flesh of another, I cannot love other fleshly beings – nor can I understand the incarnation. What is at stake for them is nothing less than the possibility of love. In Christian texts, God is the initiator and model for such an embrace of flesh. Infusing earth with love, God creates. Becoming flesh, in birth and suffering, God re-creates. Christians are called to remember these stories, to see themselves in the transformations that they depict, to imitate God and be born again ... (T)he incarnation brings to mind and may help us reevaluate carnal/earthy bonds as grounds for a commitment to a shared life. It may remind us that the most significant events, the most loving, the most life giving, require consenting to being flesh.”
Mayra Rivera, Poetics of the Flesh
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Im of the full (possibly delusional) belief that Durge is not the species that they physically appear to be.
You’re telling me this being crafted from nothing but bhaal’s flesh and his blood - this demigod - is actually a dragonborn/tiefling/human/elf/etc.
No. This thing is bhaal’s flesh and it just happens to look like that. They’re an imitation of a species, they’re not truly a (full)mortal being, they have no heritage aside from bhaal.
As a result I’m sure there’s some…oddities.
For example, a demigod child, not fully mortal. I doubt they adhere to the lifespan of whatever species they look like. Looking younger than they should. (less so perhaps with long lived races like elfs and half-elves where that is par for the course).
A dragonborn durge that by all accounts looks like a blue dragonborn but their breathweapon is acid. A tiefling durge that seems to be a Mephistopheles tiefling but they cannot cast mage hand, instead smiting like a zariel bloodline tiefling.
An elf or tiefling durge that doesn’t read as fey or infernal trough identification spells. Because they aren’t either of those things. Perhaps they could read as divine but not quite.
Members of a race that durge is supposed to be looking at them and sometimes when making eye contact they read as wrong. And some kind of uncanny effect triggers in their brain.
Give me more freaky durge who isn’t really what they appear to be at all. Just a little murder demigod crafted from dead god flesh to be the shape of something else.
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Orc War Chief Breeds You in Public
Pairing: Male!Orc x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, public sex, orc mating rituals, size difference, dirty talk, size kink
A/N: When I get in the mod like this I know my period is close. It's my breeding senses tingling.
Everyone's eyes were on you but yours were on the big orc in front of you, the one sitting on his makeshift throne and smirking as he watched your naked self approach him. He extended his giant hand to you, waiting for you to take it before he pulled you onto his lap, his hard, long, girthy cock pressing against your stomach. You knew it would happen like this, the mating ceremony between you and your new husband.
"Don't look so scared. None of my men will lay a finger on you. You are under my protection and care. Mine and mine alone. My woman. Understood? For as long as I live no other man, orc or otherwise will touch you. I swear on my sword and my tusks."
His words reassured you, at least your heart but your body was still preparing for what was gonna happen. His cock wasn't that huge but he was really girthy and fat, far bigger then any human man you were with. Knowing that something that big was meant to fit inside of you filled you with both excitement and fear.
"You will fit on my cock perfectly. You're far from the first human woman that's been on the receiving end of an orc cock. They all walk away very satisfied, if they can walk at all. I'll make sure your cunt gets the best orgasm it's had yet."
Even though his size was intimidating it also felt good, almost heavenly to have that much inside of you. Your pussy needed time to adjust to the girth but once it fully entered you. His smirk made your ears burn, as did the chuckles of the others when your hips moved on their own. You tried to hide your face but he grabbed your tiny wrists and held them behind your back while rocking his body into yours.
"There's no use in trying to hide now. You've already shown everyone here how much you like my cock. Nothing to be scared of here, you can be as slutty as your body desires. It's what you were made for after all. To take orc dick and cum."
You could hear how the other orcs began stroking their cocks, throwing in their own words at you. They were watching you and getting horny. All because of you. Your new orc husband growled in appreciation when your pussy started clenching around his cock, your moans getting louder, bolder.
"Your pussy wants it right? It wants my cum. You'll have to make sure to milk me dry like a good mate. Otherwise my seed won't take and we'll have to do this again. I might bring a few other women so they can show you how it's done. Ah, what's this? Clenching around me like that? What a possessive woman."
Possessive might have not been the exact word you would use. Greedy maybe. Cause right now you were the one his cock was hard for, you were the one who was gonna make him come in front of all his men, you were the one whose womb was gonna get all of his fertile, creamy seed.
"Really want it now. Yes, that's it, good girl. Keep riding me, take what's yours, my whole load. Take it and give me a child. You'll look divine walking around with a swollen, big belly and breasts heavy, ready to feed them when they're born."
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