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Again and again

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Again and Again

NSFW 18+

CW: breeding kink

“I want another one.”

Astarion straddled Karlach, stroking her hair back behind her pointed ears and curled horn. His heart raced when speaking, but it was a wish worth speaking.

The pale Vampiric Elf had been living with his wife and son in Baldur’s Gate for a year now. And since they had moved in, Ivaebhin-Astarion had been flourish.

He would go on playdates with his cousin Xan, swim in the nearby pond with his mother while Astarion watched, be his father’s loving assistant as Astarion began to get back into his magistrate career.

His live was happy. Perfect.

Until he saw another baby being held in Karlach’s arms.

Wyll had adopted a baby found in the temple in Baldur’s Gate. He had named her Lily Aurora Ravenguard. The third cutest little thing Astarion had seen. Her pudgy fingers tightened into fists and tearless cries echoed in the air.

Wyll looked like he aged thirty years—and most grateful Karlach put her to a soft nap in her large arms.

But the look of the baby into her arms. The idea of her being a mother again, holding another baby in her arms—his baby.

Her breasts large and sore, begging to be touched and massaged.

Her clit engorged and wanting to be rubbed and milked of her fluids.

Her belly, round and large, ready to pop and give birth to another little half Tiefling, half Elf child.

The combinations of their features. Dozens. Millions.

“I want to make a baby with you,”, the Elf purred, kissing Karlach’s lips softly. “You make the best..”

“Astarion, we should talk before…”

“I know, I know. But…ngh.” Astarion grunted into the Tiefling’s hair, his hips rutting into Karlach’s.

The feeling of her hands running up his ass was all the more erotic.

“Please? Pretty please?”, he growled in a plea, whiny and desperate.

“Oh. Gods—fuck me.” Karlach breathed deeply, kissing up to the Vampire’s lips. “We-we can but them both in the same room, I suppose.”

“Yes. Yes.”

Rip. Rip. Rip. Rip.

Off with the clothes.

“Oh, you devious little thing…,” Astarion snickered. With his left hand, he held the woman’s cunt open, letting her juices trickle out like a spring. With his right, he played with his cock, tapping it against her clit. “You’re already soaked…”

“Just fuck me already,” she grunted, grinding her hips.

“Oh! So demanding. Who am I to…”

The Elf thrusted in, his face between her boobs.

Ah, the height difference. This is was happens when an 8’2 monster and a 5’11 bean get together.

But after years of love-making, they made it work.

Astarion smirked, biting into a breasts before moving his hips, the slapping beginning to pick up. Karlach cried out in pleasure, her hand planting itself in the Elf’s white curls to keep him suckling her blood.

Heatwave after heatwave, gulp after gulp. It was like spicy wine into his mouth, although much more sweeter from her breasts. Was it the milk’s doing? He wasn’t tasting the blood, perhaps the milk gave it flavor?

“Mm. Mm.” Karlach huffed, grinding her hips up. “Faster. I’m starting to daydream about cribs and baby clothes.”

Astarion smiled, and began picking up the pace. Gushing at his cock being taken in even deeper, he purred with pleasure, the hot warmth of her walls suckling him dry, milking his cock for all it was worth.

“Oh yeah? Like that idea?” The feeling of his cock kissing deep with his wife, seeing her keen at each deep kiss within her womb. “Wanna be bed ridden, have me wait on you hand and foot?”

“M-mhm!”

“Want that belly full again? Full of me? My Vampiric seed?”

“Mhm!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

Astarion laughed, hitting deeply in a certain stroke. “Yeah?”

“Yes!,” cried Karlach, now tears coming down her face.

Astarion stopped his thrusting for a moment, getting Karlach’s legs over his shoulders. And just like that, he began thrusting fast in no time. “Will you be a good mommy?”

“I promise!”

“You promise?.” His ruby eyes stared deep into her fiery irises.

“Yeah! Yeah! Please! Please!”

“Then—!”

Astarion began to slam as quick as he could, the sound of his balls slapping against her ass.

“Here you go!”

And in a moment, the two being came together. Karlach’s walls clamped around Astarion’s manhood, gushing in a clear fluid of love and lust. The Elf’s seed shot load upon load inside the Tiefling, his hot cum melting the woman from the inside out—deep within her womb, nestling inside to keep warm and eventually, become another perfect little baby for them both.

Astarion breathed heavily, looking down at the Karlach, who was just as sweaty as him.

“Girl or boy?,” he asked.

“If a girl…”

“We will name her Karlach.”

“No!”, Karlach protested, her tail hitting Astarion at the back of the head. “Something nice.”

“You are the nicest, most kindest woman I know,” Astarion remarked smartly. “If it’s a girl, her name will be…hm. Nothing other than Karlach would fit.”

“Oh! I know!” Karlach smiled. “Braerindra!”

“Braerindra? Hm, Brae-rin-drah Karlach. Hm, not bad. Braerindra-Karlach it is.”

“And a boy?”

“…hm. Haalaari-Constantine.”

Karlach whistled at the name. “Now that is a good name.”

“I try,” he smiled, kissing her nose. “But no matter what, they will be loved. Boy or girl.”

“Yes. Boy or girl.”

It was nine months later, and surprise surprise surprise, Karlach ended up having twins. Oh, that day will live in infamy. The yelling, the crying, the smiles.

No NSFW here. Just a little soft slice of life.

If you want more of these, or NSFW, just ask me!

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Karlach held the bundle of life to her chest—the aching in her torso and agitation that she was happy to endure. Her ears pricked up as the air changed around her; the falling leaves, the chilly wind, the smell of warm sweet Faerûnian fires that welcomed all to a warm hug.

Autumn was here in Baldur’s gate.

And finally back from the Hells with a fixed heart—the first thing the red tiefling did was gather her lover—husband, now—and babe to return to Faerûn.

After that, it was a swift writing to their wonderful companions to return to Baldur’s Gate at once—a surprise, she said.

And now, Astarion stood with her—hand in hand—as they heard the laughter of their friends from inside the inn.

“Nervous, fangs?”, Karlach asked bemused.

“What? No!”, the vampire replied indignant. “Just, making sure Ivaebhin is comfortable—oh aren’t you comfortable, my sweet boy?”

Karlach rolled her eyes as the pale elf got on his toes to adjust the fabric of the baby’s bundle—Ivaebhin fussing as he suckled upon Karlach’s tit.

“He’s wondering why you are bothering him while he’s eating.”

“He must look presentable for our company.”, Astarion said plainly. “No son of mine will look out of place—oh, no you won’t! No you won’t, my darling babe!” His voice teased and pitched high, earning a coo from the baby boy.

Karlach was glad to see her darling Ivaebhin-Astarion Ancunín-Cliffgate now fully healthy and out of the hells.

Although Karlach was saddened by the fact her child was born in Avernus, she was more excited that their once little boy was now a heavy big man.

His body gained so much fat, he looked as though her was a rolly-polly. His horns were small bumps on his head, barely sharp and almost unnoticeable. His ears pointed up and back like an elf’s, unlike a tiefling’s. His tail was already so long, it coiled around his leg twice over. His thick curly black hair—so full, so beautiful.

But his eyes. Red, ruby eyes.

Astarion’s eyes.

“Y’know, he looks so much like you already.”

“Has he got fangs?” Astarion perked his head up in surprise. Not even six months had passed, and Astarion looked as if he aged ten years. Small creases in his smile, wrinkles under his eyes—the dreamboat Karlach loved, tired and exhausted just like her.

“Is our darling a little dhampir?” The pale slim fingers poked at the lip of Ivaebhin, who fussed.

“I mean, he has your eyes. Your curls. Look at him, Star.”

The elf cocked his head. “All I see is you, my dear. Beautiful, and perfect that has made a life even more perfect and beautiful.”

Astarion stared up to Karlach, kissing her cheek with a small jump.

“Tch. Down boy.”, the tiefling purred. “Let’s go in. I’m dying to see everyone’s face.”

“Yes, darling.” Astarion nodded his head, a nervous quick smile on his face. Just as Karlach’s face fell soft, the confidence resurged through her husband.

“After all, we must grace everyone with our presence!”

And both parents walked in.

And there seated, at the bar, was their old friends.

Gale, graying hair with his hand intertwined with Wyll’s—a ring on each of their hands.

Wyll looking older and well refined in royal clothing of silk and scarlet.

Lae’zel and Shadowheart, both bickering with one another as a small Githyanki child slept upon Shadowheart’s shoulders.

Halsin, sporting a new set of scars and a “wilds” look about him with longer hair tied in thick braids and feathers peeking through from birds nests.

Minthara, who played with her dagger out of boredom. She payed no attention, allowing her royal clothing to speak for her own tales of victory.

Jaheira and Minsc, who seemed to be looking for a certain rodent.

“Hey guys!”

Karlach called out, and each person looked up at once with a smile.

Their eyes looked to the tiefling and elf.

Then to the bundle.

A small red hand came up.

Then their faces fell with shock.

And the trumpets of God played.

The instinct was locked, the curiousity was set, the speed was known and assured.

The rush of not one, not two, not three, but eight people—and a small hamster—rushing towards the couple at the astonishing speed of light was so astounding, Karlach felt her own heart leap with surprise at what the fuck she was both seeing and hearing.

Am I dead? What the fucking am I hearing?

“KARLACH! YOU HAVE A BABY?” Shadowheart squealed in happiness, holding the Githyanki child close to her chest, patting his back. “Oh, Xan will be so happy to have a cousin!”

“Well, the mighty warrior spreads her blood.” Lae’zel voice held a hint of amusement. “Hard to imagine Astarion taming you. It must have been a glorious battle of bodies.”

“I’d imagine Karlach did the taming.” Minthara grinned, her raspy voice unusually kind. “Astarion is a jaluk, after all.”

As the girl all looked at the small baby Ivaebhin—who stared up in curiousity to his aunties—Astarion was being hounded himself.

“Astarion! Congratulations!”, Wyll exclaimed, hugging the elf. “If I had known it was a baby shower, I’d have dropped by the shops for a sailor hat and shaw.”

“Ha! That might be the funniest thing you’ve said.” Astarion sneered as Wyll stepped back. “No son of mine will be dressed so ghastly.”

“If he’s lucky, he’d get Karlach’s genes instead of yours.”, Gale spoke up, a snicker to his voice. “You seem to have aged ten years.”

“Ten years younger than you, human.” Astarion barred his teeth playfully. “Tell me, how’s the elder home? Good pudding and tea?”

“Enough jabs, Astarion.” The druid’s voice was amused. Halsin’s hand landed on his shoulder. “I am glad you have taken part in nature’s greatest acts. You must be proud.”

“I am.” The elf replied with a smile—the first of many he has been glad to share. “Truly.”

“Karlach!” Minsc’s voice was clear and booming. “You have had child in the hells, yes? Boo insists you must let the child roam Faerûn upon their feet to reclaim what has been taken from them for the last months of their birth.”

“I think it’s a little early for them to walk on their own, Minsc.” The red woman smiled. “But definitely.”

The mother held Ivaebhin up, now out of the cloth and in small clothes fixed to be made into small jammies.

“Welcome to Faerûn, you doll!”

Astarion hissed and looked away from his son, dramatic and somber. “Oh Gods, I can’t! What was I thinking, dirty hellish cloths for clothes!”

He looked to Wyll. “Wyll, fetch some new clothes—not sailor—make it demur, very silky and soft for his skin. No wait, make it loose—rather not so tight and delicate because of the movemen—you know what? Let’s go—KARLACH I’M GOING WITH WYLL TO FETCH OUR SON SUITABLE CLOTHES!”

Karlach grinned and showed the baby closer to the women that circled her. “Yes, babe.”, she replied absently. “So anyway, his name is Ivaebhin-Astarion—.”

“Of course the faerie names the son after himself. Such behaviour is associated with such creatures.” Minthara rolled her eyes. “What is his real name?”

“Ivaebhin-Astarion.”, Karlach replied. “I named him Astarion. He looks so much like him.”

The drowning woman walked closer to the baby—who stared into her eyes deeply. A small hand reached out and grabbed the bridge of her nose, mouth babbling nonsense of “bah” and “mah”. A small smiled quirked her lips as the woman pulled away, wiping her nose.

“Hm. It seems you have taught the little babe some phonetics.” She narrowed her eyes to Ivaebhin. “You do best to speak now, child. You must be better than every other babbling infant you meet.”

“Excellent words.”, agreed Lae’zel. “He and Xan will be greatly educated. Now is the question of who will be the better attacker. Me and Karlach are equally matched.”

“Speaking of which,” Karlach perked up. “We gotta spare! I learned a new technique to take down a cambion with my both my arms pinned!”

“Yes.”, Lae’zel agreed. “In me and Shadowheart’s—.”

“Oh, no!” The half-elf spoke up, putting Xan to the Gith’s chest—the boy looking up with wonder in his eyes. “You have been off doing daring-do, and you haven’t spent the last month with your son.”

Shadowheart kissed Xan’s head gently. “Karlach will have to wait.”

“Mama..” Xan’s voice squeaked out. “Mama.”

Karlach watched as Lae’zel gave narrowed eyes to the baby, before kissing in an unusually gentle gesture. “Yes yes. I am here.”

The gith looked up. “It seems our fight will wait, Karlach.”

“Y’know, Lae.” The tiefling spoke up. “We can always have the kids play and we egg them on. Y’know, like a friendly baby spare.”

This sparked a fire in the gith woman’s eyes. “Xan will be glorious in anything he desires. Such pass times will be child’s play!”

Oh, oh this.

No NSFW, though it references past sexual encounters. This does have graphic gore.

A/N: The GIF you see is what they are wearing in the story. Enjoyy!!

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Just a few more days.

Just a few…few more days.

I’ll have my engine fixed, we’ll get out of the Hells, and have the life of luxury.

All for you, little leech.

“Karlach?”

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It had been several months since Astarion and Karlach had been at their reunion party. Such fun it was, seeing his woman dance free like a newly born colt and hug each of their companions with heavy arms. For Astarion, that’s all the enjoyment he needed. To know that soon, this would be there normal.

But of course, seeing how everyone was keeping themselves was incredibly intriguing to see; Lae’zel a mother? Gale a teacher? Shadowheart a farmer? Wyll even more boring than before (okay that was a bit rude, but as if Astarion would admit to it), had he mention Lae’zel and Shadowheart were married? As in together? 

Everything really can change in six months. 

But soon, with heavy hearts, he and Karlach love were transported back to Avernus.

Since then, Karlach had been sobbing mess; and Astarion couldn’t blame her. Seeing her upset to be back in the place she hated broke Astarion’s heart. Even as they pillaged and fought every force their way, in the end of every fight—dust settling and last breaths drawn—Karlach would sob once more.

And each time, Astarion would be right at her side—drying her eyes, combing guys from her red-streaked raven-colored crown, holding her closely as she nuzzle into his hair.

And they would camp, nurturing each other’s woulds with care and affection. Astarion would peel her hair from her face with gentle hands, braiding tight and firm. 

He would catch her eyes, amber and ruby sparkling from the fires that surrounded them—and in themselves.

Their hands would cup each other’s cheeks.

“I adore you, y’know?”, Karlach would say, a soft smile to her face. 

Those dimples, those dark freckles. Gods, what a woman.

“I know, and adore you ever more,” Astarion replied.

He would push her to the ground. She would let him.

He was 5’11. She was 8’3.

How badly he looked, head between her breasts looking up with big eyes of lust.

And they would love each other, every night, legs twisted and arms wrapped. Souls melting as one in heat. Soft huffs of air. Scratches deep and red. 

Morning would come, and so would the coming battle. 

Such was the routine—a beautiful, loving routine—but a routine nonetheless.

And it would continue for several more months. Several months of killing, or surviving, of scratching up mountains to escape imps, planting bombs to blow cambions sky high, traps to keep monsters at bay—until now.

An infernal blacksmith was found.

And through pleading, bargaining, threatening, and (more effectively) body-out-the-window-ing, it would be made. 

Three days, and they would be free from Avernus.

Three days, and Astarion would return to the surface. The sun.

The sun.

“Are you worried, Star?” 

Karlach’s soft voice awoke the vampire from his thoughts. Astarion looked to the left, to the lying woman against his being—body warmth radiating and wrapping around the cold elf.

They had been able to camp in the blacksmith’s workshop, and now slept beneath a small canopy with pillows and blankets beneath them. The smell of coal and soot was strong, but it wasn’t better than the constant stench of imp piss staining every inch of dead soil.

Astarion rolled his eyes, hand coming up to the tip of Karlach’s ear. A small cut—healed, but scarred. A permanent reminder to him and his failure to watch Karlach’s back.

“No…just thinking,” he said absentmindedly. “I’ll have to buy a sunhat. Ugh.”

Karlach giggled. “Aw, you don’t like being a grandma? You have the hair for it.”

The vampiric elf gasped in dramatic feigning. “You little devil, you!” 

A soft push against her arm made the strong red tiefling laugh more, now infecting Astarion—fangs shown and all. 

“I’ll have you know, that while you shall grow old in our mansion by the sea, I will be the cougar-loving man who shall feast upon you every night.”

“A mansion?”, Karlach said bemused, a hand on her cheek as she laid idly. “How will you afford for that—pay theif to pay theif?”

“Oooh, you fiendish little pup.” Astarion rolled over on-top of Karlach’s stomach—petite and lean. She had placed a cambion’s large belt around her belly—a trophy, she said. Astarion couldn’t argue with that—the way the golden matched her eyes looked good on her.

Astarion bent down, nipping under her jaw like a mother would do her babe. “Gods, just a few more days.”

Karlach went quiet.

“Karlach?” Astarion asked, a touch of concern in her tone.

The elf looked downwards to the woman, who seemed to be clouded in thought. She swallowed, before speaking.

“Karlach?”, Astarion asked, head cocked to the right.

“I-I just, I’m worried—for you,” she said, her hands coming up to Astarion’s waist—holding tight and secure. “You’ll have to hide from the sun.”

“Yes.” Astarion agreed, his mind momentarily fleeting within itself.

He hadn’t thought about it, until now. To hide in the shadows, to never be able to walk like a man again—boundless and carefree. And yet, Astarion found himself…not caring.

Not caring.

Well, isn’t that something.

“Strangely, I am not worried.” The elf man replied. “At least, not a lot. Don’t get me wrong, it will be an issue…”

“Another issue—.”

“Another?”

Karlach froze, shutting her eyes. “I-I just, I mean..”

“Yes, darling?”

The tiefling woman took a deep breath, sighing heavily. It was a few moments, but Astarion sat—patient and listening.

“You’ve dealt with me, dealing with me, and Astarion…now I’m—.”

Nope. Nope. No no no.

“Oh no, there’s no need for that.”, said Astarion, his hand on Karlach’s cheeks—squishing her facing together, lips puckered. “You, my salivating sweetheart, are not an issue.”

“Bt, ‘Strwn—“

“Hush hush. You’ve lost your speaking privileges.” Astarion settled upon Karlach’s body, before slowly shutting his eyes—his left and right hand now covering her mouth. 

“M-mm-m-mm”

“Lalala. Cannot hear you. I’m off to trance.”

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“Aagh! AGGH! ASTARION!!”

Astarion was thrown from Karalch’s body—sliding across the coal-coated floor. Airborne was he was, the vampire was slowly awaking—in his blurred vision, only seeing the claws of his lover throw his towards the other end of the room.

With a large thunk, Astarion landed square against the wall. His head ached and pounded in pain, his hand coming up to soothe it. As the elf man grumbled from his trance, eyes blinking awake to see the woman screaming in pain, her hands upon the thick cambion belt. 

And that is when Astarion’s fears and nerves crashed upon him like a stack of bricks.

The agonizing screams that echoed throughout the forge were ear-splitting. As the pale elf scrambled to his feet and ran, the screaming only got louder and louder. 

Sliding to Karlach’s side, Astarion was incensed at once—looking all over Karlach for any wounds or new blemishes.

“What happened?”, Astarion screamed, fear evident in his voice.

“FUCK! GET—THIS—OFF—!”

With a deep belly roar, Astarion watched as Karlach ripped off her belt and throw it just as she did with him, now revealing her mid-drift.

Her very large, very swollen mid-drift.

What in the hells?!

Before Astarion could speak, he watched Karlach barked at him in a rageful gaze, her own sharp teeth bared like a predator to its prey. Not longer was this his Karlach, but the barbarian Karlach every victim of hers had faces before their death.

“GET THESE FUCKING PANTS OFF ME YOU ELF BASTARD!”

Astarion said nothing, and with a quick swipe of his blade, did her pants come down in loose rags, only partly held together by stitches. Sharp pale nails rakes the loose pants down her legs, now seeing the wetness drip down her legs, pooling on the ground like a heavy waterfall.

The air stung with a smell of Karlach. Pure, unbridled rage with a tinge of sweetness and painfully evident this was amniotic fluid.

“FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK! FUCK ME, GODSDAMNIT!”

“I’m here, I’m here. Lay on your back, darling.”

There’s a small relief within Astarion—Karlach looked slightly less angry on her back. Oh, how she looked so beautiful, with her brow furrowed and nose scrunched.

“Good. Good.” 

Astarion moved himself between Karlach’s legs, staring between her thighs. It was nothing he hadn’t seen before, her womanhood throbbing and heaving, covered in slick and water-like fluid.

“Darling, how long were you—?”

“STOP ASKING QUESTIONS AND HELP ME YOU MOTHERFUCKER—!”

The voice alone blew Astarion’s hair back just as accurately as a heavy wind on the open hills. With no response, the elf man ducked his head and watched her cunt.

Clench. Unclench. Clench. Unclench.

Her vaginal hole was breathing hard, and soon, more fluid began to exit down to the ground. The dirty, disgusting, coal-sooted ground.

With haste, Astarion grabbed his silk purple outfit and with no hesitation, tore the cloth apart to be longer lengthwise. The sound was no scream, but it was loud—each stitch popping, embroidery crying as it was being split in two.

Clothing be damned. 

A deep huff exhausted from Karlach. Another contraction.

“Fuck fuck fuck…”, she hissed. This wasn’t angry, but it was in pain, and it was afraid.

“I have you, my dear.”, Astarion cooed, bringing a hand upwards

Almost immediately, the elf regretted it as Karlach took it in her palms, squeezing it irregularly and tightly. Astarion hissed in pain, but gritted his teeth as he looked between the tiefling’s legs.

The contraction wanes, the thighs shake, and Karlach’s breath grows stable.

“Good,” Astarion encourages. “Good—well done, darling.” 

Astarion saw in his side-view Karlach nodded her head furiously as the mixture of sweat and tears on her cheek bones flow down her face. Her hair curling upon her forehead, her eyes half-lidded and pained.

The vampire placed his second hand upon her face, brushing her hair away.

“Gods…you have that glow midwives speak about.”

“R-really?” Her voice was now a whisper, her throat strained.

“Would I ever lie?”

“Yes…” A cheeky smile grew on Karlach’s face.

He didn’t encourage her to push, only the loud anguished roar that shook the room around them told him her pitiful attempt. Astarion watched as his lover clenched her teeth and bared down as hard as she could, letting out a gritted scream he hadn’t heard since their time in Faerûn. 

Looking between her legs once more, and now—now Astarion watched her vaginal entrance was beginning to open. The sounds exhales and huffs of pain rang in his ear, accompanying the raging symphony of Karlach’s cries and scream of pain as she began another push. Astarion gently rubbed her forehead, a soothing motion to allow her to continue.

His action worked, and fueled the woman with a second wind of courage.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna. Please, please don’t leave.”

“Never.”

Karlach inhaled, shuts her eyes, and pushed again. 

Her legs opened wider, her hole pulsed with pain, and just like that—the skin on the side of her womanhood tore.

Karlach’s eyes opened wide, and the rage returned in full blast.

“AGHHHHHHHHHH!”

Blood began to pour from the wide of Karlach’s hole, and Astarion acted fast. Quick as he could, Astarion tore his shirt up, quickly balling it up to a point. Gently as he could, the elf dabbed the tear to cease the bleeding, dribbles upon dribbles of scarlet water pouring down her curving toned thighs.

As the new father began to calm him nerves for a thirteenth time in the last five minutes, he felt his arm get soaked in a flush of clear fluids. It was cold, it was warm, it was thick, it was thin; it was as beautiful as it was surprising.

And there they were—in the opening of his lover’s hole was the top of a head.

 “Again,” Astarion looked up at her seriously. “I need you to push again, Karlach.”

“ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE? THIS IS THE WORST PAIN I—!”

“Listen to me!” His voice loud and clean, eyes narrowed with emotion, fear, anger, and joy. He felt his lashes wet, but pushed his tickling feelings aside. “Push hard and hold it for as long as you can. It’s going to hurt, Gods know it will, but you must push.”

Astarion held their intertwined hands up for them to see. “For our baby’s sake.”

It was a wordless agreement; just a nod and Karlach squeezing Astarion’s bones together as she cried in jolting screech. 

A crunch, a snap, and a squish went Astarion’s hand—no doubt sprained somewhere. 

But watching Karlach, his strong tiefling love, pushing as hard as she could, was something that Astarion was enthralled with. Such beauty, such resilience, such strength.

Dear Gods, darling, where did you come from?

“SHIT!”

Something changes. More fluids gush—this time, thicker than before.

“ASTARION!“ 

He can tell, not just by the look of reverence on Karlach’s face, but by the increasing warmth on his arm.

Astarion looked down, and the head hadn’t moved.

Instead, blood was everywhere. The tear had grew, now stretching down her thigh. Red was everywhere, and the smell of Karlach was filling Astarion’s lungs more than ever. His eyes stared to the head, and it was so small, so tiny, but Astarion saw it.

The head moved, just an inch to the right.

“They’re here!” Astarion exclaimed prematurely from his throat, so fast he was unsure who was speaking.

The spreading of vaginal lips only got worse, the blood flowing down, the water gushing upwards.

The more the seconds past, the more the screaming cried, the more Karlach sobbed, the more she squeezed, she pushed, she stretched herself in two, the scene looking incredibly painful and horrendous for Karlach’s body.

“I can’t!” She wails, gasping before letting out a sob. Her legs began to shut, but with his adrenaline running Astarion kept her open.

“LET ME GO! I CANT DO THIS, ASTARION! IM DYING! IM GOING TO DIE—IM KILLING OUR BABY AND IM SORRY!”

Tears flowed down Karlach’s face, her lip quivering. 

“Hey!” Astarion snaps at her. “Listen to me—you are okay—you’re here with me and you are okay.” 

She is weeping uncontrollably now. Astarion leans down upon her belly gently. “I am not going to let either of you die.” He assures her. “I know it is unbearable, but you are so very close.” He encourages her. “Don’t give up—I know you can do this.” 

She lets her body take her where she needs to go, panting and whimpering as she does. She angles her hips, her thighs toughen by themselves, and she grabs Astarion’s hand as she bears down. 

This contraction reaches its peak when Astarion places the ball of her hand on her knee and commands her.

“Stop! Stop pushing!”

The head was halfway out. Black tufted hair, two small bumps on the lower side of the head, and Astarion didn’t realize until now that he was crying. 

“Puff,” Astarion sucks in a breath through puckered lips and exhales quickly and sharply to demonstrate. “Puff, now. Little pushes.” Though he doesn’t breathe, Astarion looks up to see Karlach matching him.

A moment, an ever louder scream, a second of ears ringing, and the eyes of the vampiric elf widen.

“Head’s out!” Astarion looks up at her, triumphantly. Though, the relief which should come with such a feat eludes her. He discards this thought and gives a pat to her knee, and she pushed again, giving Astarion time to take his hand from her knee to under her womanhood. 

He took his hand from hers, now assured his hand was broken in seven places. And yet, the new father took the silk he had ripped minutes before and into his hands.

“ASTARION!”

The pain reached another crux.

And in a desperate attempt to keep from drowning in it, Karlach sucks in a breath, squeezes her eyes shut and pushes through with all her might.

Astarion watches in awe as blood and clear fluids now exploded from Karlach, and in their wake, a small black furred head popped out.

Before Astarion could begin to panic, his new fatherly instincts took hold. With gentle clothed hands, he pulled their child out from Karlach’s sacred place. 

The cry it gave was their bell, their last hurrah.

A boy.

It was over. 

All over.

The wrinkly baby screamed and wailed, his fists and eyes scrunched so tightly it looked liked it hurt. His black hair was covered in gunk, so much that no matter how much Astarion wiped there was still a shine. 

So small.

So innocent.

Their small, innocent boy.

“A boy…”, Astarion sobbed with joy. No longer did he hold back, his nerves coming out in bulbous tears that streamed down his face.

“Astarion…” Karlach’s voice was soft. “Please…”

Onto her bare chest Astarion but their boy, and begins to rub circles on its back. He then pulled away to rummage through the duffle bag again. 

Returning back, his hand showed a red potion to Karlach’s lips. “Open, sweetheart. It will help.”

The sudden shift upwards caused the baby to let out a hearty cry. Karlach—in turn—bursts into tears.

“My baby,” she weeps. “Oh—my baby!” Karlach lifts her head and allowed Astarion to feed her the potion. With each gulp, the cut upon her thigh began to heal just as quickly it was given. 

Astarion had moved to cradle his love and his child in his arms. The child has a full head of Karlach’s dark hair, his skin few shades lighter than hers.  

The elf slowly raises his hand and brings it to rest on his son’s back; his tiny stature shakes as the tearless cries leave his lungs. Astarion strokes the baby’s skin, he is so enamored by the child, he cannot think of a better way to comfort it.

“He is magnificent,” He says in awe, as he still cleaned the babe with gentle movements. “Well done, my love.” 

They stay this way. Astarion shimmies a new, cleaner cloth over the now clean baby. The baby had quieted down, having adjusted to the environment outside of the homely womb.

Astarion lays eyes on the new mother and the baby lying on her chest. As Karlach regained her breath, she slowly adjusted her shirt off of herself, and gently nudge her large breast to the baby. The sleeping baby slowly fussed awake, before calming down and suckling the nipple greedily.

“He’s perfect.”, Karlach grinned. “The little leech.”

Silence between both new parents—in awe and in peace.

“So…was this the other “issue”?”

Astarion was gentle, a bit teasing, but gentle.

“Yes. It was.”

“How long ago?”

“About two weeks after coming back to Avernus. I…I couldn’t tell you.”

Astarion opened his mouth, when Karlach quickly interrupted.

“N-not because I didn’t know how you react—well, kinda, but not the entire reason. We had that general, then we had those imps. We never had a moment, y’know?”

The elf went quiet, before looking down at the feasting baby. Eyes fully of joy, as Astarion pulled his hand up and softly rubbed the boy’s head.

“What should we name him?”

“Something smart. Like his father.”, Karlach replied.

“Something brave, like his mother, personally.” Astarion smiled as Karlach nuzzled her head upon the shoulder of Astarion.

A few moments passed, before Astarion spoke—eyes never leaving his boy.

His boy. His.

Not in a possessive way, but a loving way.

“How about…Ivaebhin?”, he suggested. “The Boy with Brightness.”

“Ivaebhin…I like it.”, Karlach smiled. “Are you okay with a double name?”

“Double name? Quite unique.”

“For a unique child.”, she chided. “How about Ivaebhin…Astarion”

Astarion perked at this, looking at Karlach with questioning eyes. “A-Astarion?”

“Yes. Quite a good name. I fell it love with it the moment it first threatened me.”

Tears flowed from Astarion, as he lovingly dug into Karlach’s hair. “You insufferable fury.”

“You pompous leech.”

[NSFW/18+] Period Sex/Period Eating

A/N: Again, characters are in their Origin outfits! This time, I’ll try to add a little more spice!! 😚😚 If this isn’t your roll, I get it!

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“Ooh. Godsdamnit…”

Karlach groaned in a pitched whine, strong arms curling around her well-defined mid-section, taut and tight. No matter her position, no matter her skin soaking the sun or melting against the cold bedsheets, no matter the way her tail curl around her ankle and squeeze in sync with her heart—the punching pain downwards in her womb was aching and aggravating in quivering shakes that ripped her walls red.

Gods. I can’t…! I can’t, it hurts so much.

Ever since Karlach had began to feast more regularly, it was like her body was finally healing after the ten years of torture Zariel had made her endure and enjoy. Now, her body was beginning her monthly cycle once more. It was more surprising for Karlach—she was surprised her body wasn’t fucked beyond belief enough to still even be fertile, let alone rinse itself in scarlet and saffron.

It hadn’t been a day, and Karlach was locked in her room. She knew that the bed was soaked in blood—as if the feeling of blood dripping from her tightened legs didn’t tell her. She’s have to repay a bed for the tavern, destroy the mattress, burn it most like.

But she couldn’t do that now; not when she was aching and forcing choked sobs back into her heart to not scare her friends. She couldn’t tell them—couldn’t let them see her have an accident and in pain. 

Well, maybe Halsin. Definitely not Lae’zel, she doesn’t get those I don’t think. Shadowheart…yeah, Shadowheart. Not Gale, not Wyll, and not…not Astarion.

Hormones were already heightened with the tiefling woman—a thing she was proud of and wore on her sleeve. But, the thought of her beloved seeing her like this; dirty, in pain, and leaking on herself. The look he’d give, the disgust. The way his lip would curve up, nose flare from her enflamed smell, eyes narrow and darken.

“No…”, Karlach whimpered, amber eyes welling with tears thick as raindrops and hot as lava. “Not him…”

Yes, him, girl. You know how he is.

“Gods, he is. He is…”

Clean and pristine; the man is a god in mortal form. 

“M-mhm.” Karlach shut her eyes, biting her lower lip as she nodded her head.

Perfect hair, perfect skin, those eyes, those hands. 

“Yeah. Yeah.”

And look at you. 

Tears fell from the red woman’s closed eyes, her hands tight around her naked hot body. Hands clawing at her lower back, pinching tatted scarred skin.

Horn missing, fucked-up roughed skin. Scarred, melted, burned—ten years all spelled across your flesh in calloused, thick worms of platted blemishes.

“H-he loves me. He-he said…”, Karlach cried in soft huffs of air. “Said…s-said I was his love.”

Please, Karlach. Would he say that now, when you’re an emotional mess? 

“No…” Karlach sobbed into the side of the sheets, her wails now no longer hidden in her throat—now and horrid screeching and pain and hormones.

It was only for a few moments—the pain, the horror, the shame, the fear all in one singular roar of anguish and despair that echoed into the room. The floorboards shaking, the door rattling, the bed frame creaking from the sheet volume of Karlach’s sadness.

And yet, it was a few moments aired at just the right time.

It was no longer than half a minute, when Karlach hiccuped her sobs quiet in a fast capture of her mouth as a series of rapid knocks came to the door.

“Karlach! What’s happening?”

No!

“G-goawayastarion!”, Karlach spoke quickly before covering her mouth as she hissed in pain, her womanhood tightening and unclenching rapidly. She was starting to leak again, and it was going to hurt much more now that she was incensed.

“I’m coming in!” Small clicks and snaps followed after the words.

Karlach jumped up, her haunches aching and legs unsteady as she stepped over fallen pillows and her discarded clothing. Her feet felt heavy, her breasts heaved and sagged heavier than before with each step Karlach took to the wooden door.

It took three strides, but Karlach soon had her hand on the door, pulling back with all her might—blood dribble from her blood-soaked cunt be godsdamned.

“No!”, Karlach roared, tears streaking down her face. “Please, please just—woah!”

The door swung opened with an urgent force, throwing the tiefling back into the room, sending her stumbling upon the wooden floor in a loud thunk.

Godsdamnit! I forgot this door was different! Fuck fuck fuck! 

“Get out! Get out!” Her back fell upon the edge of the blood-soaked bed, now screaming at Astarion with puffy eyes and red freckled cheeks from tears and sorrow. So much water prevented her sight from seeing him, only white splotches connected to purple and black. Karlach’s arms clutched to hide her herself pitifully, throwing a pillow at the vampire in anger. 

“G-get out…”, she sobbed, looking away to the ground with shut eyes. “Please, Astarion.”

The door shut, a click signaling locking.

Then soft steps approached Karlach. 

One. 

Two. 

Creaks of a person crouching were loud in Karlach’s sharp ears. The feeling of another sat by her side.

A hand slowly ushered Karlach up, still sobbing—though softly now, not as hard as she released two minutes before. 

“Astah…Astar-hic-rian…”

“Hush hush, my darling red love,” Astarion cooed softly, hands running up her muscular arms as he led her upon the bed.

“I-I made a mess—.”

“Now now, what did I say? Don’t you worry your pretty little head.” 

Karlach slowly opened her wet eyes, sniffling as she was laid down upon the bed, the bloody sheets pull down to be beneath her buttox and legs. Just as the woman sat, did her belly begin to heave once more, ripping and painful groan from her.

“Grr!”, she snarled. “It hurts!”

“Shh, it’s okay. Just let it pass.”, Astarion cooed, kissing her broken horn base as his hand rubbing her back. “What can I do?”

“I’m covered in blood—.”

“I’m a vampire, if you forgot.”

“Period blood. It’s dirty, and—and hot. And sticky..a-and, a-and...!”

“Shh.” A soft cooling hard came to Karlach’s face, turning her head to the man above her. “No crying now.”

Astarion stared down, and not a hair out of place. A soft smile on his face, not a façade nor dream; and if it was, Karlch would kill the person who out took her out.

“I-I’m disgusting…” Karlch stared up, tears dried and breath strained—trying not to sob once more. “I can’t control it.”

“It’s not your fault. It’s just nature.” 

The pale elf kissed Karlach’s head gently. A swirl of joy filled her temple, allowing. The tiefling woman to return the small smile Astarion gave. Her heart raced, her blood quickened—and not the one leaking from her like water from a pipe.

“Was that why you were crying? Because you had an accident, darling?”, Astarion asked softly. 

“K-kinda,” Karlach admitted quietly, turning her gaze downwards. “I just…”

“Just?”

Karlach felt his eyes on her narrow. A flush washed over her cheek.

“You’re always put together.” Karlach spoke with a nervousness in her voice, a fear in her chest that clawed to stay hidden. 

And yet, the feeling of Astarion’s hand on her back let her free.

“You’re perfect,”Karlach said, staring up to her vampiric lover. “You look fucking great, and act great, you are great. And…shit, look at me, Star.” 

Karlach motioned to her naked body, through hissing pain of blood clots slipping from her cunt in an uncomfortable feeling.

“I look like a damn imp fucked six ways to Sunday. On steroids. Without wings.” A tired laugh left the woman. “I wonder how we are…we, with me looking like this.”

“Karlach…”

Karlach looked into Astarion’s deep gaze, seeing a look of comfort in his ruby eyes.

“You are a glory to behold. A goddess I have forever, as you have me.” He grinned with admiration, now both hands up to cup her face. “You worry for nothing, my fiery feminine fury.”

His gaze looked down to Karlach’s legs, and Karlach followed to her inner thighs—caked with blood, mostly wet and somewhat dry. 

“You seem to forget, that the most deprave things catch my eye.”, Astarion purred, turning Karlach’s head back to him. 

“Would you like to be cleaned, or have me clean you?”

Karlach furrowed her brow for a moment. “I don’t understand.”

The elf man laughed, slowly climbing onto the bed himself. His weight shifted the bed, and Karlach watched in a rising second flush as her vampiric Casanova slowly moved between Karlach’s legs, his arms holding her legs gently by the knees.

“Do you want to be cleaned…”, Astarion began. “Or…”

His kissed her right knee, smiling as he stared at her with a mischievous side eye that made the woman’s eyes widened in his unsaid words. Her nails grazed sensually, and Karlach’s clit slowly hardened.

“Would you want me to clean you?”

“Yes.”

Astarion laughed, his teeth grazing Karlach’s knee from the side. Sharp, stinging, but no blood drawn. He’s teasing me, the fancy prink.

“Use your words.”

Utter bastard. Fuck yes.

“The—ah—the second one.”, Karlach whimpered, feeling a slimy cold tongue trace down her inner leg. Her cries managed to be kept at bay, as the red woman felt Astarion’s tongue drag itself deeper into her wet, red pool.

Slower. 

And closer.

Until the feeling of the tip of Astarion’s tongue licking up a dribble of blood all but made Karlach moan out. It was quick, darting out and up to gather the drop wholly and completely. The tiefling barbarian watched as Astarion closed his eyes, growling to himself as he swallowed.

One moment.

Two moments.

Three. 

Four.

“Pardon my Elvish, but give me fucking more.”

Karlach sighed in pleasure, the words shooting straight from her brain to her cunt, and like a signal, squirted more upon the bed, now a river of rich ruby red dribbled down her soft lips, catching upon each curling soft hair of her womanhood—darkening and staining. Dripping and drooling down Karlach’s curving thighs, the blood pooled on the bloody sheet, gathering like a divine wine too great for even a god to drink.

“My my, already? This was just a speckle I tasted.” Astarion grinned, licking his lips, his eyes darkening with bloodlust. “But you do taste so sweet. With such a good appetizer…” 

Two hands gripped the flanks of Karlach as animalistically as a wolf did bitch in heat. Karlach eeped in surprise, before her legs were spread even farther than before—now on the edge of the bed. 

“I want the whole feast.”

Karlach gasped as Astarion leaned into her womanhood, hotter than a dragon’s own fire and radiating even brighter than Amaunator on a summer’s day. His quick tongue plunged itself into her hungrily, licking her large folds first. 

Each tongue lap up across the soft dark curls was odd, but it made Karlach giddy. Her heart heaved at a rapid pace. The tip of Astarion’s tongue curled each hair in his sharp mouth, teasing and jeering as he devoured the thicket of Karlach clean from any redness. Once finished with the right side, the vampire moved to the left. Despite being the same, Karlach felt her beautiful beau was treating each equally, but differently.

With the right, he was rabid, playful, and coy—messing with his food. Now, he was finishing a job he was dedicated to, lapping at your blood dripped cunt, his payment his meal and reward for due diligence in caring for Karlach. 

It was addictive, and just about twenty seconds in—Karlach felt her body leap from the bed.

“Woah!”

Karlach was on her neck, her body entirely in the air and legs pushed up to her hairline. Looking up in surprise and shock, she saw Astarion—mouth covered in blood and eyes full of surprise.

“Astarion! How did you do that?”

With the outer folds clean, Astarion adjusted his hands to Karlach’s womanhood, holding the lips apart with his thumbs. 

“No clue, darling.”, he heaved. 

Must’ve taken a bit from him.

“Well, feast, leech”, Karlach purred with a smile—her bosom how glowing a light purple hue amidst her red heat. “You’ve earned it.”

A watering mouth licked all around the thighs of the red tiefling. Upwards and downwards, in each crease of her skin and each dry drop of blood left upon her legs. Each taste, Astarion grunted in pleasure. 

And with each grunt, Karlach felt her hole tighten and spurt more blood up and down her cunt, dripping down her curls and down her legs. If this really as a dream, Karlach could live here forever.

Finally, teeth brushing against Karlach’s clit woke her from her hypnosis. It prodded her, poked her clit like a child would something new with a stick. With Astarion’s tongue, he began to target Karlach’s clit—several circles swirling around it, free fingers digging into her thighs to stabilize. 

All the while, Karlach cried out to the gods above. Each swish was a knot in her stomach growing tighter, more blood coming from her hole, and more bursts of pleasures erupting in huffs of hot air and succulent moans erupting from the strong woman.

“Gods-ah-darling! You taste so-agh-divine!”

“Ooh! Oh yes! Keep going!” Karlach cried out. “Take me! Take me!” 

Astarion quickens up the pace, his tongue licking the blood, him sucking on Karlach’s clit. A howl of pleasure left the tiefling woman, and her tail swished back and forth in a rapid pattern, curling around the elf’s arm for a sense of grounding. However Astarion pulled his arm away , before grabbing the tip and using it to tribble against Karlach’s clit. 

“Oh! No, not my tail—Astarion—!”

It rapid movements, Karlach felt her lover rub her cunt and clit in a circular motion. With each drip, Astarion suckled like a babe on a mother’s tit—more and more, deeper and harder, until eventually Astarion was suckling straight from Karlach’s hole.

From what the tiefling could see from below, Astarion was in heaven. His nose down was stained with red, tongue delving into her hole like a snake burrowing to his den. The tip flicking the walls, digging each blood clot out—heavy and gooey—before swallowing it down in orgasmic pleasure and repeating the cycle once more.

“Mgh. ‘Star. Close. ‘m close!”, cried Karlach, gridding her hips against the maw of Astarion.

The vampire grinned, and suckled as if his life depended on it. Each second was tightening the knot in Karlach’s stomach more and more. And as she grinded at the right moment, Astarion suckling just hard enough, it was all coming down in a single move.

“AHHHHHHNG! ASTARIONNN, FUCKK!”

Karlach’s thighs squeezed the elf’s head between her lips, crushing him in her orgasmic juices and flowing blood. Her walls crashing and thrashing around his flaccid wild tongue, and all was a wash of white hot pleasure as Karlach cried in happiness. 

So much so, the tiefling barely noticed the hot shots of semen her back from Astarion manhood peeking from his open fly.

After a few moments, the woman opened her legs. Astarion gave a moan of pleasure, his hair a mess and eyes looking lovestruck. He looked at her, his lips and chin covered in blood, and licking his one last time lazily over the entire womanhood of Karlach.

“Delicious, you pup.”

He licks his lips and he wipes the blood off his mouth, still stained with red.

“Thank you, for the feast.”

“Thank you…for making me feel better.”

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❤️A Karlach/Astarion Story❤️

[NSFW/18+] My first fic! Hope you enjoy!

A/N: I suggest the ship name be “Bloodfire”. Also everyone is in the character origin clothes.

For @moonselune. You did my dumb asks, so I thought I write you a fic for thanks.

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As the fireflies danced in the air, Karlach felt her infernal heart leap with quiet joy as she watched her friends converse amongst themselves. The night air cool against her mahogany red skin, tickling her ears as it brushed wisps of hair from their place.

All had quite changed in the few months she and her beau had been gutting and massacring the imps and cambions of Zariel’s forces.

So, so much.

Gale was a teacher. Minthara was regaining her power in the Underdark. Lae’zel and Shadowheart, married of all things—with a child, no less! Minsc and Jaheira were off on their on, having many stories to be shared. Halsin had returned to freed Shadowlands, and all was regrowing and reliving. Wyll—well, Grand Duke Ravenguard—was making Baldur’s gate better than ever.

And all that was left, was Astarion and—

“Oh, Karlach darling~.”

The red tiefling popped her head upwards from her thoughts. Sitting in the large golden, red cushions allowing the large woman to just rest, her fiery amber eyes stared around the party for the voice of her vampiric lover.

At least she thinks she did.

Am I losing it already? I could’ve sworn I heard him.

And just as the muscular tiefling thought as much, two cold dainty hands covered her eyes from behind. Even as gentle as they were, the palms were calloused from grim and dark warring, and the smell of charcoal and soot once more invaded Karlach’s senses—a driving memory of what tomorrow would bring, away from their moment of heaven.

“Oh! There you are.”, Karlach said with a grin, slowly taking her hands upwards to cup both pale, slim hands in her own red ones—cold and warmth purring together as they melted into a warm embrace together, fingers knitted and palms pressed.

Karlach stared upwards, as two eyes as red as her skin stared back.

“I’ll always be here, my love.”, Astarion purred.

It was a rough six months—so much action, blood, sleepless nights. It was Avernus, but it seemed that it was tenfold that last few days. It was a good thing Withers got them when he did.

Perhaps now, they could rest their backs and ease their muscles without any fear. “I was thinking…”, Astarion said suddenly. Karlach jumped back to the present, seeing the vampire look away slightly, biting his lower lip with a single fang just lightly, their intertwined right hand coming to rest upon his cheek.

“Ooh, scary.” The woman teased, earning her a nip at her wrist as Astarion locked his gaze with her. A tiny bulb of red grew from her wrist, a small sting growing.

“Hush, you.” He chided, kissing the blood away.

“Were you hungry?” She asked cocking her head to the side. “I’m sure we could find something for you.”

“Oh yes, I’m sure.” He dismissed, looking off without care. “But.”

“But?” Karlach furrowed her brow.

Astarion looked down, a twinkling amusement in his eyes.

”Well, we have an entire night to ourselves.” He began, kissing her wrist once more, his hand now holding the back of her own with a gentle touch, sharp nails grazing her skin in a babe-like touch. “No imps to carve, no devils to gut—just you, and me.” He grinned, baring his fangs. “And with that heart of yours now stable, I think it’s time I taste that forbidden red, hm?”

Karlach’s eyes widened, her body shifting in the large chair—that seemed to grow warmer each second.

And as each second passed, the red tiefling’s smile grew larger, her cheeks growing hotter. Her grip in his left hand tightened just slightly.

Karlach felt Astarion’s hand tighten around hers.

”I won’t hold back.” She said softly, her eyes not hiding her raging love.

“I would hope not, being that we’ve been through the Hells together this long.” The white-haired man bent downwards—nose touch nose.

“And I hoped the “Fury of Avernus” wouldn’t just want to talk and fall asleep after months of…pent-up anger, yes?”

…Well, when are we going to have another time?

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“Now, get comfortable, darling.” Astarion ordered with tone of playful haughtiness. “This is our first time, after all.”

“I can take a bite, ‘Starion.” Karlach assured, snuggling into the grass.

As her arms cuddled within the soft blades of green, the strong tiefling felt a wave of calm wash over her—a growing fire in her core melting into a hot pool of molten magma. Her clothes rustled against her rough skin, hair tickling her nape as the soft breeze ushered her into its embrace.

This is the spot he first asked me, yeah? Karlach had glances around her surroundings. The trees stood tall and quiet, the leaves swaying in unison, the moon shining down upon the both of them. This looked like the spot, if not very similar.

How different it was, months ago. And yet Selûne’s bright beauty still looked so gracious on him.

Gods, he glows. How could anyone look so heavenly?

The sound a shirt plopping to the ground made Karlach stare to the small purple pile. A blush came to her face, as the tiefling was now lying down upon the grass with her vampiric lover standing above her—shining like diamonds, well cut and beautiful.

“Hm. Now let’s see…” Astarion spoke softly, looking down with his hand on his chin. A moment passed before the elf snapped his fingers in eureka.

“Oh yes!”

With a cough, Karlach watched as Astarion did a twirl. As he body faced her once more, he outstretched an hand to the beautiful tiefling woman, his eyes half-lidded and voice dropping an octave into a seductive, hungry voice.

“There you are. I’ve been waiting.”

Karlach smiled as the imposing man slowly approached her, his eyes growing more rabid and fangs glowing in the moonlight as he walked forward.

“Waiting since the moment…”

Karlach’s heart raced faster as the vampire crouch to her, slowly climbing over her body as he continued his monologue. Her teeth bit her lower lip as he approached.

“…I set eyes on you.”

As the elf now was eye to eye with her, their breaths intermingled just as their bodies, a soft cold hand came upwards to capture her cheek. Karlach’s raging fire shined through her eyes like a light in the darkness—a hope, a life, and love that would endure for ages.

“Waiting to have you.”

Waiting no more, both man and woman surged for a kiss. A flavor, a feeling, a fluttering sense of heat that Karlach would always want for as long as she’s lived.

Slow and passionate, tongues and teeth lashing and dancing, huffs of pleasure leaving their maws in wanton lust was making Karlach more burned than her own heart ever did. Her strong arms slowly wrapped around Astarion’s back, pulling him deeper into her hold. Just as the red woman found her paving, Astarion pulled away in a pant—a long line of saliva connecting their lips. Both Karlach and Astarion panted in heat and exhaustion, their fires of want more brighter than ever.

“As much…as I like to kiss you,” Astarion heaved, his brow slightly moist. “I haven’t ate.”

“Then eat, fancy boy.”

Astarion grinned and bent down to Karlach’s exposed neck, turning her head to the left with a touch of his fingers.

“I shall, fire girl.”

A sting. A burn. A seeping calm that flowed through her body.

Karlach gripped Astarion’s back, sighing in a high-pitched wave of unfamiliarity.

Unfamiliar, yet welcome.

Gulp after gulp, Karlach felt her body heave and still. Her heart no longer raced in anticipation, but instead was calm beating that no longer worried.

No Zariel. No blueprints. No Hells.

Just her and Astarion, and her forbidden red he could finally taste.

Her eyes began to drift—first to her lover, who dutifully drank his fill, hand caressing her face in praise. From his white curls of snowy mountain peaks, did Karlach’s slight fleeting perception take note of her lover’s position upon her.

More accurately, how…odd it looked.

Several months of anxiety-filled fights and non-stop running from hordes of imps had left Karlach and Astarion shockingly no time to sleep together.

And it seemed, Astarion had forgotten—or didn’t care, most likely—to position himself normally.

Normally, Astarion would intertwine his leg with Karlach’s, and his body would be stretched out as far as he could over her muscled body.

At least, that’s what Karlach think he’d do. They hadn’t exactly ever tried. When would you find time in the Hells, exactly?

Whatever the matter, case, or whatnot—it was supposed to be hot.

Astarion—hunched over the tall, giant woman like a tiny goblin hoarding gold greedily, body hiked upwards to her chest with his knees on both sides of her chest, and overall looking extremely smaller than her, was not hot. His entire body was rocking in an air hump on her breasts, and his demean had the same energy as a little quasit in heat.

And as he suckled her neck desperately, the whole scene dawned on Karlach in a sense of hilarity. And as she slowly realized this, the large tiefling woman began to laugh uncontrollably.

“Ha-haha. Hahahaha—!”

“Hm? Karlackk?”

“—ahahahahaha! Haha! Hahaha—!”

“Kar—gah—Karlach?”

“—HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHA!”

Karlach felt her entire body quake with a feverous joy. The image in her head was quite a sight. So much so, the woman shut her eyes and continued her plaguing laughter until she felt two hands hold her shoulders and rock her slightly. Even still, the woman kept her laughter loud and proud.

“Darling? What is the matter?” Astarion looked down, his brow furrowed and his eyes amused, blood slightly smudged on his lower lip.

“Y-you! You!”, cried Karlach, squeezing her eyes shut to not look at Astarion and cease her voice—to no avail.

“Me?”

“Yes!”

“What did I do?”

“This looks so bad!”

“W-what?”, laughed Astarion incredulously. “How?”

“You’re hunched like a damn chihuahua trying to mate a Great Dane!”

A second wind came, and this all but empowered Karlach’s lungs as she heaved and gagged on her own breath. A sudden shift in weight made the strong woman turn onto her back, all while her arms—no grabbing nothing—held herself as she threw a giggling fit.

“I-I’m sorry! But I couldn’t stop myself from thinking it! You looked so weird!”

Just as Karlach began to cease her laughter, drying her tears with the back of her hands, head turned to see her lover. As she calmed, Karlach’s watery eyes caught the sight of Astarion—slowly removing the rest of his own outfit.

And as the echo of Karlach’s laughter ended, did Astarion’s start to be heard.

“A chihuahua mating a Dane, hm? That is quite ridiculous.” A mischievous tone was in his voice, and the sound of a belt being rattled and moved made what magma was pooling in Karlach’s core now erupt like volcano.

Now seeing more clearly, Karlach saw Astarion walking towards her—belt in both hands wrapped tightly. He was no gloriously naked—slim, hairless body that held his curved manhood like a trophy on display for all of nature to marvel at.

With no time to react, the elf crouched behind the tiefling woman and tied the belt firmly around her wrists together in a bind. It felt powerful against the tiefling, and albeit very weak—yet Karlach knew she didn’t want to break free.

“Well, you know what they say…”

The clap of Astarion’s palms on Karlach’s leather pants made her shiver, his sharp nails digging under the elastic of her trousers and undergarments.

“Every mountain top is within reach, if you just keep climbing.”

Swiftly, the lusting elf pulled both off and to her creased knees—just revealing her absolutely soaked cunt to the air. Karlach looked over her shoulder the beat she could—ass and tail in the air, almost seeing the slight mist from her hot core against the cool air.

“Ha-ha. Ha. Cold. Co-O-old-ah!”

A single digit dragged its base upwards and downward the puffy slit of Karlach. Teasing, playing, like a child does a new toy. Slowly down, starting tight at the large clit that pulsed throbbed. The path of thick pink lips and shiny hot flesh was surrounded by soft dark curls that were soaked in sweet fragrant lust that condensed into leaking excitement—all pouring from a soft, small hole that begged to be touched inside and out as Astarion’s finger continued its journey.

“O-oh! Oh, Star! Ah-Astar—!”

A loud, cold smack came to Karlach’s ass, quick and short lived to think about as the hand dragged across the roundness of Karlach’s buttox—making its way to the base of her wagging tail. The tiefling groaned in happiness of the sensations—from not being able to even hug, to now having her womanhood teased and tail touched? “Ngh. Ngh. Ngh.”, huffed Karlach as Astarion drafted his hand down her cunt, just as his second hand gripped her tail and slowly stroked it up and down—the ridges and bumps making the sexual stimulation all the more craving. “You like it, darling?”, Astarion cooed gently.

“Yes…”, Karlach whimpered in glee.

“Yeah?”

“M-mhm.”

A hard smack came down upon Karlach’s stimulated cunt, like a farmer would do to his hefer’s rear. The tiefling howled in pleasure, squeezing her legs together and pushing her ass upwards. Her claws dug into the grass, holding for some kind of stable ground to keep her from climaxing right then and there. The woman’s tail flailed wildly, before being gripped in place in silence.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Now now, what would the others think if they heard us?”, the elf tutted, smoothing his palm over the reddening clit, smearing Karlach’s lubricant all over her now engorged clit.

”Fuck me.”

“Fuck you? You’re much too big. What was the analogy? A chihuahua mating A Gr—?”

Karlach took a breath and heaved herself backwards, now falling on top of Astarion’s naked body—cock riding upon her back. With slight resistance, and a lot of maneuvering, Karlach scooted upwards and now hand her lover’s erected manhood right against her cunt.

This is it! We’re going, to do it! “Ready, baby?”, Karlach turned her head, smirking with lusting eyes to the elf beneath her, his arms the only way he could communicate his answer. A thumbs up was raised, and Karlach laughed.

“Can you breath?”, she snorted.

Thumbs up. “You lying?”

Thumbs up.

“Okay, okay.”

Karlach hoisted herself up upon her knees, freeing Astarion’s upper half. Meanwhile, Karlach had her womanhood raised above the throbbing tip of the vampiric elf. The red tiefling woman looked back to her lover and smiled.

“Gods I wanna ride you ‘till you see stars.”

“No more chatter. You’ve waited long enough.”

Yeah, I have…

And in a moment, Karlach slowly pushed her hips down—taking all of Astarion inside her. It was hurting, at first. While Karlach wasn’t a virgin, it had been a very long time since she had been with another. Now, she was taking Astarion whole. With each inch she descended, more of the girth filled her walls. With each second, the throbbing tip pulsed inside her walls, pushing them apart after years of no use. It was like Karlach’s belly was filling up like a water balloon—too much, sloshing around, and heavy in the palm.

The palm, in this case, being her core.

“Ooh! Oh, Astarion!”

“Gods! Karlach, yes.” Astarion purred from behind, his hands smoothing up her back, his tight stroking up her tail—each ridge being dragged and traced by his long nail.

“You’re doing so well, darling. Keep at it.”

Karlach nodded, slowly moving her hips in a slow fashion, moaning with each new curve and crease. “Mngh.”

“Too much?”, he teased.

“No. Just right.”

“You’re just right.” Astarion jeered playfully as he attempted a thrust, to no avail because of the sheer weight of Karlach.

“Oh Gods. You’re huge.”, Karlach groaned out, feeling each inch slide deeper within her as she pushed her ass back to collect more of her lover within her womanhood.

“Heh. You don’t need to perform.”, Astarion cooed gently, stroking the woman’s tail in encouragement. “Just relax.”

“I-I’m not. It’s been so long I-I!” *Karlach heaved and cried out, falling over to the grass in an earthquaking orgasm. Her whole body shook in pleasure. Her cunt clamped down upon Astarion, and her juices gushed out upon his cock and stomach—a puddle of heat all around them in a circle.

Karlach froze, her body recovering from itself surprising orgasm. It had left her unexpectedly, from left field.

“Oh Gods…” Astarion huffed, patting her ass. “You were incred…Karlach?”

Karlach looked back, wiping her eyes quickly. “Yeah, ‘Star?”

“Karlach, what’s wrong, darling?”

And Karlach came crashing down, sobbing in her hands. Hiding her face, the tiefling woman let out small choked cries of embarrassment, of shame, and of realization.

They had run out of time. Tomorrow, would be another battle. Another gutting. Another massacre. Another day, where her heart was stable, but still broken just as day it was made.

“I-I can’t. I don’t w-wanna…”, sobbed Karlach pitifully. “Astarion..”

The strained movements beneath Karlach made her realize they were still connected. With a swift move, Karlach moved herself off of Astarion, and the naked man crawled over to sit upon his knees, taking holding her hands in comfort.

“Shh. It’s alright, my love. Let it out.”, he soothed, taking a finger to wipe away a large tear.

Karlach sobbed with a soft smile, nuzzling into Astarion’s white hair—soft, curly, and smelling of soot and charcoal.

“You didn’t finish.”, she said, muffled by the puffy curls.

“That doesn’t matter. This was about you.”

“But we’ll never have—.”

Astarion placed a hand at Karlach’s mouth, staring deeply into her eyes with an emotion of unknown origin. And yet, it was welcomed.

“Somewhere. Someday. And as long as I live, I’ll wait.”

Karlach gave a weak smile and pushed the hand away, kissing Astarion with gentle lips. Soon, it was like before—a passionate kiss, that ended with Karlach on top, and Astarion on the bottom.

And just as they pulled away, Karlach looked down and began to laugh.

“This looks really bad.”, she laughed.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe someday, we’ll have our moment. I’ll ride him, he’ll ride me. That works, right? Yeah, yeah. Just be patient.

Yeah, I can be patient.

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