THE SCARLET REAPER

The party already had one insatiable leech they needed to figure out how to feed, and no one wanted to pay the price of a blood bag for him. Now it seemed a prominent cannibal of Bhaal have joined amongst their midst as well .

ZARETH GASPED IN MOCK OFFENSE, as if the very notion of him sinking his teeth into her was the most outrageous accusation ever leveled against him.

❝Oh, I would never!❞ The sheer theatrics of his voice making the lie all too obvious.... his unwavering, unsettling, HUNGRY stare aside. Astarion’s bloodlust was one thing ; the vampire HAD to feed on blood, but Zareth simply WANTED to have a taste. It wasn’t necessity, it was lust, pure and simple.

Before he even registered the movement, his ruby blade was already dancing over Shadowheart’s arm, a slow, featherlight drag up to her shoulder, gentle like a lover’s caress.

❝Then again…❞ His voice was a sing-song lilt, red lips slowly curling into a grin. ❝I find it hard to believe your Lady Shar would shy away from such indulgences. Surely, she wouldn’t mind if you bled a little for me, hmm~?❞

@rotblooded || Tension Starters

SHADOWHEART WASN'T ONE to necessarily relish the bloodshed , but she was warrior to the core of her well trained , and weary bones. War was woven into her body putting weight on her skeleton just as much as religion would allow her to bear. Killing was a skill adopted nearly forty years ago under the guidance of Viconia's stern hands, inside the cloister, though very often she's being forced to it.

But Zareth seemed to be born for the bloodletting and slaughter, may the darkness protect him. And Shadowheart just for once wished she'd ended up stuck with normal companions, instead of such who'd licked the blood off her face, then licking it from his fingers , with rather delighted expression.

HE MOANED AS HE SUCKED THE LAST OF THE BLOOD from his fingertips, never breaking eye contact. Then, suddenly, he giggled with barely reestrained mania glee. ❝You are so... mh, precious, Shadowheart, worrying about my well-being like that~❞

The goblins had screamed so prettily as he cut them open, their entrails spilling. And oh, how good it had felt, how it had thrilled him to carve through flesh and muscle, feel their bodies break beneath him. He had known, then ; this insatiable hunger was not the tadpole’s doing. Whatever it was, it should frighten him, shouldn’t it? Well, it didn’t. He embraced it. Every kill felt like a PRAYER and it was intoxicating...

Zareth let his gaze crawl over Shadowheart in an unnerving way, teeth catching his lower lip with a hum before he spoke.

❝But you need me strong, hmm?❞ He leaned in, voice syrupy sweet and dripping with faux innocence. ❝And yet I hunger so! Perhaps you should offer me a taste of your flesh instead? Just a little bite, a little cut…!❞

Your average meeting of the Dead Three

Lyrthindor was... ashamed to realize how little his arousal had diminished, even in this rather dire circumstance. It burned hot as the thing grinded itself against him, prompting his own hips to twitch involuntarily.

Drool escaped the side of his lips as the creature ravaged his mouth until breathing became something of a struggle. When it finally turned it's attention to his shoulder, he managed to take a few gasping breaths before claws dug in, causing the gasps to sound more pained.

Then it moved lower... and he couldn't help the spike of fear that shot through him as the things tongue wrapped around him. The pleasure mixed in with the fear, and he couldn't deny it felt divine... and yet he struggled to focus on that fact when every part of him was bracing for the bite.

THE SLAYER WAS SALIVATING when the elf’s hips moved, diverting his ever growing urge to tear into his flesh. His cock twitched, the knot swelling and emerging from his sheath as he rolled his hips harder, faster, making his delicate little plaything feel every ridge that lined the underside of his shaft.

Hungry eyes darted to Lyrthindor’s face. Yes, he heard him.

Sweet little slaugtherlamb.

Suddenly, his four jaws, lined with dagger-like fangs, opened wide, releasing a blood-curdling screech before snapping shut just shy of the elf’s throat.

Threatening. Taunting. Even in this form Zareth delighted in being an insufferable pest, it seemed.

As if Lyrthindor were merely a doll to be used which he was to the Slayer, he grabbed him by the hips, shifting and pulling the him into his lap. His cock pressed firmly against the elf’s own and his stomach, coating his skin with precum that dripped steadily from its tapered tip. One clawed hand pressed his head down, then traced a slow path along his spine — surprisingly gentle, drawing only a few beads of blood rather than tearing flesh from bone.

However, that gentleness was likely fleeting ; the monster could snap at any moment.

Zareth knew his cock wouldn’t fit into the Lyrthindor’s pretty mouth without unhinging his jaw, but oh well. Surely, the elf would find other ways to please him... or Zareth would find them for him.

A thousand DELICIOUS ideas flooded his mind, but not a single one would leave Lyrthindor breathing.

"If you kill me too quickly, I won't indulge you for a whole tenday."

LUST FLICKERED IN ZARETH’S EYES WHEN Lovell praised him like that — something he clearly enjoyed — and even more so when the half-drow guided the ruby blade to his abdomen, instructing Zareth to press it in slowly.

He exhaled shakily, barely suppressing a manic giggle that bubbled up from sheer excitement, then bit down on his lip as he sank the blade into his yielding flesh ; surprisingly gentle, if one could call it that.

❝Ahh...❞ he moaned in a haze of euphoria, his gaze fixed upon Lovell’s face. Even more delicious than watching him bleed was seeing how this divine pleasure-pain washed over his expression. ❝...so rich, so ripe, like the sweetest fruit splitting open for me, just for me…❞

So pretty, so sweet, ready to be slaughtered...

His fingers twitched around the ruby hilt. He needed to push it deeper. Needed to stab. Slice. ❝Pleaseeee… Just a little more——— you can take another inch, yes~? For me~?❞ His voice was a breathy, sinful purr, as if he weren’t coaxing a BLADE deeper into his flesh.

"Oh, don't tease me like that, sweetheart." Lovell bats his lashes at the other man, knowing full well that he was not teasing in the slightest. "The least you could do is get a few cuts in before you go in for the main event. Allow me to savor the pain."

Of course, he'd seen the work this one did on the battlefield. Ripping, tearing, the eagerness. He wonders if he can tame this one. Get him to slow down, to truly savor the agony he inflicted... to allow Lovell to inflict agony of his own. What a conquest that would be. Thankfully, he was a patient man... and a rather fearless one.

WHAT A DELECTABLE TREAT LOVELL WAS! Allowing Zareth to bleed him, play with him… But oh, he was so cruel. He only ever granted Zareth the smallest taste. Always teasing, tempting, keeping him wanting more! His already feeble patience was fraying and about to snap like an overdrawn bowstring.

Since he didn’t want to risk his companions cutting him loose for giving in to the siren’s call of his DARK URGE, he had been showing restraint and only taken what had been offered. For now.

❝You call me a tease, mmmh... my sweet slaughterlamb,❞ he husked, his voice trembling with the effort it took to resist. His tongue dragged slowly along Lovell’s jugular up to a pretty pointed ear, one arm wrapped around the half-drow, the other holding his ruby blade against their neck. ❝And yet you are the one who torments me so…❞

this is exactly what it is so ya know consume kink content at your own discretion.  general content warning for blood consumption, cannibalistic implications and knife cutting. *blows a kiss* this ones for all you monster fuckers out there. 

[ CUT ]  for sender to use a knife on receiver,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay. 

[ SLIT ]  for receiver to use a knife on sender,  making light cuts on their skin as a form of foreplay.  

[ BITE ]  for sender to bite receiver hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ BITTEN ]  for receiver to bite sender hard enough to draw blood during sex. 

[ CLING ]  for after battle sex with both muses covered in blood. 

[ TASTE ]  for sender to bite receiver’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ TASTED ]  for receiver to bite sender’s lip hard enough to break skin and then lick the blood. 

[ SAMPLE ]  for sender to wipe at smeared blood on receiver that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ SAMPLED ]  for receiver to wipe at smeared blood on sender that isn’t theirs then proceed to lick it off their finger. 

[ TAKE ]  sender has a small injury and receiver wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ TAKEN ]  receiver has a small injury and sender wipes away some of the blood then licks it off their hand. 

[ CONSUME ]  sender needs to feed on human blood,  receiver makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ CONSUMED ]  receiver needs to feed on human blood,  sender makes cuts in their skin for them to feed off of. 

[ OFFERING ]  sender lets receiver feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ OFFERED ]  receiver lets sender feed on their blood through whatever means is natural for them. 

[ GIVE ]  sender wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to receiver’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ GIVEN ]  receiver wipes their own blood off their skin then puts their blood-stained fingers to sender’s mouth for them to lick clean. 

[ MUFFLED ]  for sender to bite receiver during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ MUFFLING ]  for receiver to bite sender during sex to muffle themselves but end up drawing blood. 

[ DRINK ]  sender feeds off receiver’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ DRINKING ]  receiver feeds off sender’s blood by biting their breasts. 

[ SAVOR ]  sender is giving receiver oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood. 

[ SAVORING ]  receiver is giving sender oral then bites their thighs to lick at their blood.

[ PAIN ]  sender makes cuts in receiver’s thighs before or during oral.