BG3 Fanfic Factory

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“What a wretched place… I can’t believe Astarion actually lived here…” Wyll remarks as the two of you creep further into Cazador’s palace, searching for any clues to find your way to the ritual. 

“Yeah, well, it’s not like he did so willingly.” You roll your eyes as you bumped a dusty end table around, examining it for any signs of a trap or hidden switch. “Not everyone laid their head on designer, silk pillowcases, Ravengard.” 

Wyll scoffed as he tapped on the individual bricks of an exposed stone wall, searching for a loose one. 

“You know damn well I haven’t been back to the city in years. But that’s not my point. I was just saying I hope we can get out of here as soon as possible, it’s sucking the life out of me.” Wyll gently prodded further along the dimly lit dungeon corridor, careful not to trigger any floor traps. 

“I don’t like the aura of doom and gloom either, but it’s important to Astarion so I guess we have to just make quick business of this vampire lord.” You search the seams in the walls for anything out of place. You and Wyll meet at a dead end  after searching your respective sides of the corridor. 

You step to the middle of the corridor and turn back to whence you came. 

“Well we might as well go back and try another passage.” You comment. 

You feel Wyll follow closely behind you. 

“And if we don’t find-“ Wyll begins but is halted by a *click* beneath your feet. 

“Ah!” You scream as the floor beneath you gives way, causing both you and Wyll to fall into a cramped hole deep in the floor. 

“Ooof!”

“Oww!”

It’s pitch black other than the dim orange glow of candle light above your heads. 

You wiggle around, feeling the wooden wall in front of you and Wyll’s padded armor against your back. 

“Shit… Hello!? Gale!? Karlach?!” You cry out once you realize you can’t get your arms high enough to reach the ridge of the trapdoor you had just fallen down. 

Nothing. 

“Hells… some predicament this is…” You hear a low voice from right behind you. Rough hands had instinctively made their way to your abdomen during the fall. Wyll was lodged right behind you in the tiny cavern, hands locked against your stomach. 

“Can’t you cast something to get us out of this?” You gasp exasperatedly. 

“It’s been a long day and I can’t even move my hands… the prospect of magic working down here like this is slim…” Wyll explains. 

“If you hadn’t walked around like you owned the place we wouldn’t be stuck here…” You huff out, annoyed. 

“I’ll have you know I-“ Wyll begins to retort. 

“HELLO? TAV? WYLL?” The distant voice of Gale came from above you. 

“We’re down here!” You call upwards. 

“Hmm… I can’t seem to find a switch to pull the floor back up.. we’re going to have to go back and get Astarion.” Gale comments. 

“And how long is that going to take?!” You cry out, irritated. 

“He’s just at the other end of the castle, soldier, no need to get your undies in a knot!” You hear Karlach say from above you. “We’ll be back in a jiffy, promise!” 

You sigh. 

You hear two sets of footsteps prod quickly away from you. 

Fingertips graze up your armor. It tickles. You flinch.

“Stop that.” You scold. 

“I can’t help it, it’s the only place for my hands to move.” Wyll responds, frustrated. 

“Ok well stop moving them!” You say angrily. 

“I’m trying, my fingers are going numb!” Wyll chirps back. 

You sigh again. 

You stand stoically still. 

“They’ll be back with Astarion soon, and we can get out of this.” You state plainly. 

“Right. Of course.” Wyll says. 

5 minutes go by…

Your hips begin to ache in the tight quarters, so you start to shift yourself onto the balls of your feet in order to change the pressure on your joints. You give your knees a break for minute before shifting back to your toes. 

Did you hear a groan?

“Stop fucking moving…” Wyll softly moans. “Hells..” 

“What the hells.. are you-“ You shift your weight onto your other leg and you feel it. “Oh..”

You felt a new, hard bulge was pressing itself between the cheeks of your butt as you leaned up against the wooden wall before you. 

“Wyll you can’t be serious…” You scoff a bit. 

“You act like I have any control of this…” Wyll hesitates. “… sort of thing…” He says through gritted teeth.

“We could be killed by a vampire lord any second and you’re rock solid right now… You really can’t handle being this close to a woman, Ravengard?” You tease. 

“Of course I can. It just so happens that your ass is exactly where.. well..” 

“Where what? Where you want it?” You smirk and look over your shoulder as far as you can.

“HEY! SOLDIER!” Karlach’s voice explodes down the trap shaft and you both look up instinctively. “FANGS IS HERE TO SAVE YOU!” 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. 

“Oh you goody-two-shoes-idiots. This is the least secretive of all the traps here. Of course you’re stuck. If I had half a mind I’d let you rot down here…” Astarion jests. He peers over the two of you with a smug look on his face. 

“Shut up. You get us out of here and we kill Cazador.” You roll your eyes. You lift your arms up in anticipation. “I don’t think you’ll have the advantage without us.” 

“And you have to admit seeing him take an Eldritch Blast to the face would be very satisfying.” Wyll adds. 

— — 

Cazador was dead. Duke Ravengard was alive. You had freed Wyll from his pact. Many celebrations were in order for the group, but you were exhausted. Surviving the explosion from the Iron Throne and saving the poor gnomes had taken a toll on your physicality as well as your mental state. 

The party raged around you on the top floor of the Elf Song Tavern. You consider going to sleep but the open bottles of wine and grain alcohol on the table in the far corner of the suite were beckoning you. You were celebrating and tomorrow is never promised, especially in these interesting times. You saunter over to the liquor and pour yourself a shot of clear alcohol. You silently toast to yourself before throwing back the shot. The liquid burns your throat and you wince, letting out a harsh breath. 

“Whew!” You exclaim, caught off guard by the potency of the liquor. 

“I see our fearless leader is enjoying the spoils of her successes.” A voice comes from behind you and you turn around. 

Wyll is approaching you with an empty wine goblet in hand. 

“Coming back to cop another feel, Blade of Avernus?”  You chide. 

 Wyll blushes and looks to his feet. 

“I- of course not- I-” Wyll struggles to find his words. “It was merely a physiological reaction to adrenaline and stimulation, and I’d prefer if we just-“ He fumbles over himself making excuses as to why being pressed up against you had made him so hard so easily. 

“Oh, no?” You pour yourself another drink. “A shame really…” 

“A s-shame? What is?” Wyll stutters out and finally meets your gaze again. 

You take another shot before taking a step towards him, getting so close that your chests are almost touching. 

“I mean, it’s a shame you weren’t here to get another handful of me.” You say with a smirk and lower your voice to a sultry whisper. “I was really hoping to use those horns as handlebars as I ride your tongue…” 

Wyll’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull. He knew you were crass, but he had never had a woman come onto him so strongly and it was causing his brain to malfunction. 

“I- Tav- You-“ He sputters. 

“Wyll, I wanted to-“ another voice interjects from a few paces away. 

Wyll is snapped out of his trace and his head turns in the direction of his father who was making his way towards the two of you. His bewildered expression was not lost on the duke. 

“Sorry- am I interrupting?” Duke Ravengard asks. 

“No no! I was just heading off to bed.” You wave off the question. “I’m sure you two have a lot to catch up on. Goodnight, gentlemen.” You give a polite nod before trotting to your stateroom and leaving the duo by the bar. 

“She seems like a fine woman.” Wyll’s father comments once you’ve made your exit. 

“Yes- I mean, she’s certainly something.” Wyll is still staring off in the direction of the corner you rounded before you disappeared to your room. 

“Could make a fine duchess some day…” 

“Father, please.” Wyll bemoans. 

“I’m just saying…” 

— — 

It was like you lived inside his head. 

Your playful raunchiness was no longer something he ignored, but something that set his heart (and loins) ablaze. You had put that image in his head against his will and now his thoughts were consumed by the other filthy things you could promise to do to him. It was improper, but he couldn’t help it. Wyll couldn’t stop thinking of how you’d look underneath him, flushed and sweaty as you spilled more raunchy words to him from your sinful lips. 

He still couldn’t tell if you were serious or just fooling with him for the fun of it. He laid awake at night picturing your naked body atop him gleaning pleasure from his flesh… but you were both so different from one another, would he know the first thing about giving you what you desire? Should he act on these urges or stifle them further?

The next night Wyll takes a chance and confides in a companion about his struggles. 

“I don’t know why she’s teasing me like this. How am I supposed to respond? I don’t know the first thing about the art of seduction.” 

“From what it sounds like she doesn’t need to be seduced any further. What was it that she said to you, again?” Astarion muses as he swirls the red wine in his glass. 

“She said she..” Wyll looks around the seating area at the tavern and makes sure no one else was listening. “… wanted to ride my tongue.” He blushes slightly having to repeat Tav’s filthy words. 

Astarion giggles. 

“Gods, Wyll, and you didn’t haul her over your shoulder and carry her off to bed that instant? You showed much more restraint than I would have. Well, now that I think about it, that might be a ride you wouldn’t survive. She’s a spitfire.” Astarion comments. 

“And that’s what’s stopping me!” Wyll groans as he sets his tankard down on the coffee table. “I can’t possibly be able to handle… all of that. Not in the way she wants, surely…” 

“Don’t sell yourself short! You’re basically prince charming!” Astarion grins and takes a big gulp of wine from his glass. “You’re good with words, and it seems like she enjoys a fair bit of dirty talk… just add some spice to your usual flowery language, maybe that’ll work. And if it doesn’t, you’ll still get your cock wet in the process. Sex is like wine, even bad wine is still good.” Astarion says as he drains his cup. 

Wyll sighs and rolls his eyes. 

“I don’t think I can live if I thoroughly embarrass myself intimately with someone I have to spend the foreseeable future with… maybe even longer than that…”

“Longer? Goodness, Wyll, you have a crush!” Astarion lets out another mischievous cackle. 

“I am a grown man, I do not have a crush.” Wyll scoffs. 

“Well, if you’re such a grown man, go up to her room and handle your business. I’m tired of hearing you complain that a beautiful woman wants to cum violently on your face. My sympathy for you is waning. Get up there and give her a taste of her own medicine.” Astarion states firmly, growing bored of Wyll’s moping.

“Fine. I’ll do it.” Wyll chugs his drink to gain bit of liquid courage and slams the empty cup down on the table. “I might… need some pointers first…” He says sheepishly. 

“You’ve certainly come to the right place.” Astarion says with a devilish grin. “Pass me the wine… and take notes.” 

— — 

You stood in front of the large mirror in the corner of your rented room brushing the tangles out of your long hair. The short blue nightgown you wore dusted the tops of your thighs and dipped low between your ample breasts. 

*knock knock*

“I’m tired, Astarion. Can’t you find an unassuming barn animal tonight?” You call out, still facing the mirror and combing your hair. 

You hear the door open and shut. The lock clicks. You see a figure appear behind you in the mirror, but it’s not who you expected. The horned man locks eyes with you through the mirror, still a comfortable distance away. His brows are furrowed as he rakes his eyes over your exposed legs and cleavage. 

“Oh if it isn’t my sweet, newly-free warlock.” You smile. “You look troubled. I saw Mizora skulking around downstairs, still. Is she bothering you?” You finish preening and toss the comb onto the wooden nightstand. 

“No.” Wyll seems serious as he approaches you from behind. “It would seem a different temptress has been plaguing me as of late…” 

“And whoever could that be?” You giggle playfully. 

Wyll comes close enough to you that his chest grazes against your back. 

“Hmm… I think you might have an idea.” He murmurs into your neck, lips not touching your skin, but close enough you feel his hot breath on your sensitive flesh. A tingle runs down your spine. “It’s someone who has been incessantly hells bent on torturing me for days now…” His head cranes upwards to meet your eyes in the mirror. “Sound like someone you might know?” His eyebrows raise in question. 

“I can’t say I’ve heard of anyone matching that description-“ You smirk but you’re startled by hands suddenly grasping your hips. “Oh!” 

With your bodies pressed together now, Wyll gently nuzzles his nose into the shell of your ear and draws circles on your skin through your night dress with his thumbs, bunching up the fabric in the process. 

“Oh, no? You haven’t?” He chides. “That’s a shame, then…” He says in a mocking tone, voice both sweet and arousing in your ear. You feel you feel your lower lips begin to dampen and you let out a shaky breath. 

“And why’s that?” You manage to get out, still trying to maintain your confident facade. 

Wyll snickers a bit. 

“Well, if I were to find the person who has been doing this… well I’d like to have some words with them…” He says slowly as his fingertips dust the tops of your exposed thighs, causing your skin to prickle with excitement. 

“And what might those words be? Out of curiosity?” You ask, watching the way the candles illuminate his strong arms wrapped around your body, his skin flushing a deep brown-burgundy in this light. 

“I’d tell her…” Wyll’s eyes flit up to the mirror to meet yours again, nose still pressed at your ear. “That I was going to give her exactly what she wanted.” Wyll pulls on your hips and grinds his throbbing erection into your backside through his pants. It felt quite as large as it did when you had felt it before, just like this. “I’d tell her that I would bend her in half and bury my cock in her cunt so deep, that she’d feel me in her chest.” Wyll punctuates last word with his right hand slipping between your thighs and cupping your sex.

You feel your hole clench involuntarily, pushing out a gush of slick onto Wyll’s fingertips. He slides his first two fingers up through your folds, dragging your wetness up to your clit and started to rub softly. “I’d say how I would make her scream my name until her throat wore dry…” He thrusts two fingers into your twitching hole and you gasp. He curls them immediately to begin pulling and tapping on that sweet spot inside of you. 

“Wyll!” You say breathlessly.

“Yes, yes just like that. I’d also tell her that I was going to fill her up so well, that’d she’d feel me  dripping out of her for days.” 

You find yourself being on the edge of climax embarrassingly quickly. Wyll’s foul mouth and nimble hands were quickly hurtling you towards the peak of your pleasure. Your knees buckle as your cunt clenches down on his fingers. You moan lewdly and grip his forearm. 

“Look at yourself.” Wyll’s left hand cradles the back of your head and tilts it upwards from where it was resting against his shoulder. “A wet, little mess creaming my fingers…” Wyll clicks his tongue. “Not much to say now, dear?” 

You had to admit, it was quite the sight. Your body leaning fully into Wyll’s larger one, cunt on full display in front of the mirror as Wyll punished it with his fingers. Your brows were scrunched together in pure pleasure, you were so close to the edge you could barely be embarrassed at the wet squelching sounds emanating from your lower half. 

“I-I-I’m going to- Wyll, gods!” You pant. 

He keeps the exact same pace of his fingers and grinds his palm into your clit. Your vision blurs as you cry out. Wave after wave of pleasure overtake you as you orgasm onto Wyll’s hand, your release coating his palm. 

“That’s a good girl…” He coos into your ear and your eyes flutter closed, pussy clenching again at his praise. His hand slips from within you and moves to pull your night shirt over your head. After he drops it to the floor, he picks you up and tosses you softly against the pillows on your bed. 

Still in a daze, your chest heaves as you watch him undress. 

“I should have wound you up ages ago.” You say with a lighthearted chuckle. 

“I couldn’t agree more.” Wyll smirks as he climbs onto the bed and slots himself between your legs on his knees. “Now respectfully, love, shut up and keep being good for me.” He rubs his member up and down your slit, collecting your wetness and nudging your clit with each stroke.

You had never seen this side of him before… had your constant teasing finally broken him? 

You were drawn out of your thoughts by the head of Wyll’s cock breaching your soaked entrance. You were wet and open for him, so he met no resistance. You still whined at the sudden stretch, his girth being much larger than just his two fingers. He pressed further, groaning deeply when he was finally sheathed fully inside of you. 

He thrusts gently, getting you used to his intrusion. When you start to keen and arch your back in want, he speeds up his pace. He places his hands under your knees and pushes them back into your chest. He leans over you, hitting you perfectly deep in your favorite spot. You moan loudly, not caring who else in the suite could hear the evidence of your coupling. 

Instead of hammering into you, Wyll ground his hips into yours, base of his sex rubbing against your clit with every moment. He pants heavily above you as he massages his cock into the spot that makes you see stars. He presses his forehead to yours and you cup his face desperately in your hands, gasping and pulling for air in your lungs. 

He presses in further to kiss you. You eagerly respond by slipping your tongue into his mouth, trying to focus on the kiss but the feeling of his throbbing member against your insides caused your movements against his lips to be sloppy. 

“I-I—a-again-“ You gasp out against Wyll’s mouth, unable to form real words due to your proximity to another climax. 

“I know, me too…” Wyll grunts as he humps harder into you, his grip on your thighs now bruising. “Cum with me…” 

“F-fill me, please!” You cry out as you peak, needing to feel him shoot his release deep inside your womb. “Ah!” Tears of pleasure splatter from your rapidly blinking lashes as your cunt spasms harshly around Wyll’s cock. 

“You’re mine…” You hear Wyll growl before a particularly powerful thrust of his hips into yours. You sigh as you feel the twitches of release inside of your walls. Wyll’s groans turn to whines as he finishes spending himself inside of you. He stills for a moment then releases your legs. He pulls out of your still-clenching hole softly before collapsing at your side breathlessly. Cum seeps from your entrance, messing the sheets beneath you. 

“I didn’t think you had it in you.” You jest as you curl yourself into Wyll’s heaving chest. “That was… incredible.” You look up at him with a soft smile. 

“It was, wasn’t it?” He returns the smile and cards his fingers through your hair, pushing back your mussed strands so he could get a better look at you in your post-coital daze. He kisses your lips gently. “Now are you done riling me up like that?” He asks. 

“If it brings out that side of you… I can’t make any promises.” You smirk as you hook your leg over his hip, bringing you even closer together. “Where does a Grand Duke’s son learn to talk like that?” You muse, trailing his chiseled jaw with your pointer finger. 

“From a certain ill-intended vampire.” He admits. 

“Gods, why didn’t I put it together sooner!” You laugh, kissing Wyll’s nose affectionately. “Remind me to thank him later.” 

“I don’t think we need to inflate his ego any further…” Wyll says with a grin. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip. “Now… how would you feel about being a Grand Duchess?”

— — — 

— —

You thought you and Astarion were an item. 

Lingering glances, sheepish smiles, a grip a bit too tight when he was pulling you out of the way of a trap, the way he would sometimes fall asleep next to you after feeding from your neck…

Oh, and the sex.

You had given your body to him each time he asked. It had only been twice, but you were excited and willing both instances. You thoroughly enjoyed the physical intimacy you shared, but there was no discussion on the status of your relationship. This didn’t bother you, of course, because the whole mindflayer-inside-your-brain situation was still front and center. 

..

But you thought things were going somewhere… and clearly you were incorrect. 

** At the Last Light Inn **

You couldn’t fall asleep so you thought you’d head down to the bar for a nightcap. 

You slip your trousers back on and messily tuck your sleeping tunic in to the waistband before heading out of your rented room and padding down the stairs in stocking feet. Before your rounded the wooden post at the bottom of the staircase, you hear the familiar devious giggle of your vampire lover. You stop in your tracks and can’t help but eavesdrop…

“Astarion, shouldn’t you be turning in soon? Your little… what was it? Treat? Made her way to bed ages ago. A shame to miss a good thing waiting for you…” Gale comments to the pale elf sitting next to him at the bar. 

“Oh stop. She’s just a bit of fun.” Astarion says with a smirk and a laugh. “She’ll be just as ready tomorrow if I don’t make it tonight. I’m not worried if she’s left waiting.” 

The vampire takes another long drink from his wine glass. 

Tears welled up in your eyes. 

Why? 

It’s not like either of you had said you were together… so why were you upset? 

You sniffle and blink back the wetness threatening to spill down your cheeks. You slip quickly towards the opposite corner of the bar and help yourself to a bottle of wine. You examine the label first, rolling it in your palms. You look for a vintage year. 

“Oh, who gives a shit.” You say exasperatedly before ripping the cork out with your teeth. 

You grab a glass from the shelves above you and pour a heavy cup of red wine. You round the bar, glass in one hand and bottle in the other, and settle yourself on a barstool. You try to block out the memory of Astarion dismissing your relationship by taking several gulps of wine. You wince a bit but pour yourself another cup once it’s empty. 

“Slow down, soldier, we still have a long way ahead of us tomorrow!” A booming voice comes from behind you. 

*whack* 

Karlach claps her huge hand on your shoulder with far more force than she intended. Just recently being able to touch others for the first time in years, she was still getting used to her own strength with friends. 

You stutter and cough as you choke on a mouthful of wine.

“Oof, sorry friend.” Karlach chuckles. “Didn’t mean to scare you!”

“I’m fine, Karlach.” You say with a fake smile. “Just need a drink before headed to bed.” 

“Alright, I won’t stop you, fearless leader! Just don’t expect me to hold your hair back if you’re hungover tomorrow!” Karlach laughs before heading off to her own stateroom. 

You sigh and bring the very full cup of wine to your lips. 

You take a gulp and close your eyes. The warmth from the first drink was starting to spread through your body and you hum in content. You take another sip. 

“I thought you had retired, darling…” A smooth, familiar voice purred in your ear. 

You open your eyes. Astarion was sidling up to the barstool next to yours. You didn’t even hear him approach. 

“Hmm…” You mused and turned your head away from his entirely. “Interesting coming from someone who isn’t worried if I’m left waiting.” 

Silence. 

You turn back to finally look at him, seated next to you at the bar. What was that look in his eyes? You had never seen him caught unawares before, so this expression was new to you.  

“Just a bit of fun, hey?” You say with venom in your words, cocking your head. 

Silence. 

“Nothing to say now.” You say before turning to face forward again and take another sip of wine. 

“What do you want me to say?” Astarion asks, desperately trying to keep up his casual facade. “What about what we have going on said ‘loving couple’ to you?” He says with a sneer. “We could die tomorrow, dear, you can’t be mad at me for that.” 

You huff out a tired laugh. 

You take another drink. 

“No, no I’m not mad at you.” You give a soft smile, blinking back tears still. “I’m mad at myself for thinking you could care about someone. I shouldn’t have assumed we had anything special. I was just another means to your ends. I won’t be making that mistake again.” You grab the bottle off the bar top and hop off the stool, ready to return to your room. 

“Tav…” Astarion starts as you walk away.

“I’m not your toy, Astarion.” You call as you turn around and begin to walk backwards, facing him still seated at the bar. “I’ll still let you feed from me, but that’s where our physicality ends. Hope you can understand.” You shoot him two middle fingers with a mean, fake smile before turning back around and heading up to your room. 

— — 

Weeks had gone by. 

Ketheric had been defeated and the Shadow Curse had been lifted. You had finally made your way into Baldur’s Gate, your home. You had barely spoken to Astarion in weeks, other than polite conversation amongst the group. You were avoiding him entirely. He caught you trying to lockpick a chest yourself, stumbling upon you after hearing your shouts of frustration. You called on him for nothing, making sure your tent was set up as far away from his as possible. 

Astarion hated it. He hated every second of it. 

He hated that you had been right before… you were just a plaything for him to manipulate at the time but now… now things were different. Perhaps things had always been different, but Astarion couldn’t recognize it then. 

The way the sun glinted off your teeth when you smiled…

The way you always volunteered to show off your (albeit terrible) Celtic dance every time the party broke into the wine reserves…

The way you stopped to pet every single cat you saw on the road…

Why were you so different?

When you removed yourself from him, Astarion’s demeanor shifted immediately. He was on edge, tense. He couldn’t focus on the task at hand, he was too worried about what you were thinking of him. He yearned for your touch. He shouldn't care… he told himself he wouldn’t care… but he found himself feelings thing he hadn’t felt before. Even your feeding sessions had changed. You had banned him from your neck and insisted he drinks only from your wrist as you busied yourself with a book or journal in your other hand. Immediately upon having his fill each time you waved him away… and it hurt him. 

— — 

You had rented the suite in Elfsong Tavern for your party as you sorted out the plans ahead of you. You sat on the plush featherbed combing out your long hair after a hot bath. The scent of lavender oil thickly permeated the air as you hummed a soft tune to yourself, getting ready to turn in for the evening. Just as you were finally thoroughly relaxed, you hear a knock at the door of your room. 

You sigh. 

You already knew who it was. Only one person sought you out at this hour, and for one reason. 

“Come in.” You call out. 

As expected, Astarion slinks through the wooden doorframe and closes the door shut behind him. He might have locked it, you weren’t sure… his hands were too fast. 

“I hoped you were still- oh.” Astarion stops in his paces as he lays his eyes on you. 

You were wearing a new night dress you had picked up at the fancy-dress shop in the lower city. You thought it was frivolous, but with Shadowheart’s urging to “live a little,” you purchased it. It was dark red, short and silk with lace decorating the edges along your upper thighs and breasts. You notice the elf staring at your figure so you pull and fidget at the hem of the nightgown. 

“Stop staring.” You scold. “It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” You roll your eyes. 

“Not in this…” Astarion rakes his eyes over you again. “… this tasty little thing… you were expecting someone else?” He asks. 

“No, but it’s none of your business if I was.” You shift on the bed before lifting your arm up in his direction, hurrying him to take his drink and go. 

Astarion stalks towards you. He grasps your wrist in both hands and seems to contemplate it for a moment. You turn your face away and brace yourself for the icy bite, but it never comes. 

Astarion folds up your fingers into your own palm with his own. He keeps your hand held in his. You look up in confusion. 

“No… that’s not why I’m here.” He says softly. 

Your breath catches in your chest. What did he want? His gaze doesn’t leave yours. 

“Then… why did you come?” You ask timidly, secretly hoping in your heart of hearts he wasn’t here to kill you. 

Astarion says nothing, but keeps your hand locked within his own. 

The vampire slowly sinks to his knees before you, looking up at you with yet another expression you couldn’t recognize. You knit your brows together, confused. 

He brings your hand to his chest and flattens your palm against it. 

“I have been wrong… Not only have I been wrong, I’ve been an absolute, rotten bastard to you… and you’ve done nothing to deserve that. Tav, I’m here to… well I’m here to say… I’m sorry.” 

You blink several times, trying to process what the normally arrogant, confident man was saying on his knees in front of you. 

You swallow thickly. 

“You’re… sorry?” You repeat his words. 

“Yes. I don’t expect your forgiveness, nor do I deserve it, frankly… but knowing tomorrow might be my last day in Faerūn as a free man… I-I don’t think I could live with myself if I didn’t at least try to make amends.” Astarion says, as you’re reminded that your confrontation with his master is imminent and his fate is uncertain. 

“And you’re not just saying this because you miss sipping from my neck?” Your eyes narrow at the kneeling elf before you. 

“Gods no! Please, Tav. You may not feel the heart in my chest but I promise you it beats only for you.” Astarion pleads as he presses your hand further into his pectoral. “I miss you, Tav. I miss you near me, listening to me, touching me, holding me… I want, no- need you to believe me.” 

He looked so pathetic before you, a state you had never seen him in before… gripping your wrist tightly and gazing up at you with desperation in his eyes. You had to admit… you missed him too. 

You pull your hand back from his chest. 

“You’ve hurt me, Astarion… badly…” You scold him. 

“I know, I know and I can’t ever undo that. All I ask if for another chance. Please. Let me hold your heart again.” Astarion shuffles closer to you, still kneeling but now between your legs as you sat on the bed. He places his cold hands on either of your knees tentatively, as if you were an animal he didn’t want to frighten off. 

You think for a moment. You couldn’t bear to let him hurt you again, but he seemed genuine, vulnerable and pleading. His eyes sparkled and your chest fluttered with the feelings you had been shoving away for so long now. You bring your hand to his cheek. 

“You’ve always held my heart, Astarion.” You say with a soft smile. Your gaze turns stern for a moment as you stroke his pale skin. “-but if you spurn me again even slightly… I should have your ball bag as a coin purse.” 

He can’t help but smirk. 

“A fitting punishment for the crime, darling.” Astarion starts to slide his hands from your knees up your bare thighs. You shaved your legs tonight in the bath and you knew he had noticed by the way his thumbs ran circles on your plump flesh. “You’ll let me show you how much I appreciate you, won’t you?” 

A familiar look plays on his visage as he looks up at you now. Playful and mischievous, he starts to toy with the hem of your night dress. 

“I’ll allow it.” You cheekily smile down at him. 

“Oh darling, I so hoped you’d say that.” Astarion says while nipping at your inner thighs, causing you to spread them unconsciously. “Now let me have a taste of you…” 

Astarion spreads your knees and pulls you further on the bed so your sex was exposed right at the edge, in perfect line with his lips. He leans in and takes a deep inhale with his nose nuzzling the patch of hair at the apex of your cunt, groaning lewdly at your scent. 

“Gods, I missed this.” Astarion says right before he takes a long lick up your pussy and settles at the top, suckling at your clit gently. 

You let out a long moan. 

“Ooohhh and I missed that-“ You cry out again in pleasure. 

You grip your breasts and pinch at your nipples as your back arches off the mattress, legs trembling. Astarion continues slurping and tasting you in just the way he knows you like as he massages your inner thighs with his dexterous hands. 

He slips two fingers into your soaked hole and you gasp. Your shoulders jerk forward off the bed as he curves them up to his your favorite spot. He pulls off your clit for a moment and kisses the spot where your leg met your torso, right over your femoral artery. 

“Heh, still so sensitive, love.” Astarion giggles against your skin as he continued his manual assault on your pussy. You feel his fangs brush against your sensitive flesh and know exactly what you want him to do. 

“Do it.” You breath out, writhing against the bed in pleasure. “Bite me.” 

“You’re sure?” Astarion asks without faltering his fingers hammering into your wet walls. 

“Yes, shit, do it.” You pant out, closer to your peak than ever. “Ah-!”

You yelp as you feel it. The strangely arousing cold bite radiated from your upper thigh. As soon as you feel Astarion begin to drink from you your body was pushed over the edge and hurtled into ecstasy. You could no longer form words, completely lost in pleasure. You babble incoherently as your body jerks and your dripping hole clenches rhythmically around Astarion’s nimble fingers. 

After your orgasm, you feel the fangs leave your skin and the hand being pulled from your sex. A final, wet kiss was placed on your clit before you feel yourself being lifted by the waist and tossed back onto the pillows of your bed. In your post-climax daze, you hadn’t noticed when Astarion shed his own clothes, just that he was now bare on top of you. He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. It tastes of your release and also your blood, it only sends you further into a lust-filled haze. 

Astarion pulls back. 

“As delicious as you look in this little number, I’d much rather see you without it.” Astarion jests as he pulls your night dress over your head and tosses it to the floor beside the bed. 

He pushes your knees up to your chest and playfully teases the leaking tip of his cock in and out of your entrance shallowly. 

“Are you ready for me, darling?” He asks. 

You buck your hips in response, hungry to feel him fully inside of you again. 

“Gods, yes.” You whine as you rake your nails down his white chest. 

Astarion responds by pushing himself to the hilt inside your wet whole, groaning deeply when your hips became flush. He pulls out halfway and pushes back in torturously slowly, pressing himself hard into you when he bottoms out against your cervix. He repeats this process a few times, just marveling at the way your cunt hungrily accepts his length. 

“So fucking beautiful like this… messy and wet on my cock…” Astarion teases you. “Such a sweet little thing you are…” He says as he brings his thumb to stroke your clit as his other arm held your legs up against your torso. You let out a vulgar moan. 

“More… Astarion, please…” You plead up at him with wet eyes, desperate for him to speed up and fuck you hard and rough. 

Astarion obliges your request and quickens his pace, letting go of your leg and leaning forward to brace himself with one arm as he thrusts into you faster. 

“You don’t have to beg, my love… I’ll always give you what you want… always… anything…” He pants through exertion. “Gods above, you feel so fucking good…” He exclaims with a moan. 

“I-I’m close again, I-“ You gasp out as you feel the familiar tension build in your lower belly again. 

“I know, darling, I can feel you squeezing me… Just a bit more… I’m there with you…” He grunts and leans down further to press his forehead against yours. He kisses you messily before needing to catch his breath again, faces still pressed together. “I-I love you-“ 

You could barely hear him say it before you’re thrust into another powerful climax. You scream and spasm around your lover, clawing at his back as he punishes your pussy with a few final strokes. Astarion lets out a long groan as he pumps your cunt full of his thick, heavy load. He presses into you as far as he can, chest shaking a bit against yours as he finishes. He collapses on top of you, burying his face in your neck and whining at the stimulation of your walls pulsing on his over-sensitive cock. 

You run your hands up and down his back as you both come down from your highs. You try not to let your fingers trace along the edges of his scars, making sure not to sour the moment. He eventually relaxes and pulls out of you before settling himself on his side facing you. 

You turn to him and pull him closer. 

“For the record, I love you, too.” You say with a smile. 

“Oh thank the gods, that makes this sleepover a lot less awkward.” He smirks at you. “Now come here and let’s get some rest. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.” His smirk fades for a moment, but you lean in and give him a gentle kiss. You turn your back to him and he pulls you flush against him with his arm around you. 

“You’re cold.” You comment, a bit of a shiver running along your back. 

— — 

“More wine? You seem tense.” Astarion all but purrs at you while holding out the bottle of red wine, tipping its neck in your direction. 

You had to admit, you were feeling a bit tired and out of sorts, but how could you not in these particular circumstances? You shrug and allow your vampire companion to fill your cup to the brim with deep, burgundy liquid. 

“I can hardly say I’m relaxed, but considering the uninvited guests in our skulls and the cult of lunatics trying to murder us, I’m doing fine, Astarion.” You try to wave his comment off and move on to other matters. 

“Are you quite sure? You seem a bit, frustrated as of late.” Astarion pries further, taking a sip from his own cup of wine. 

“Perhaps I’m frustrated because a certain snarky, pointy-eared charlatan keeps asking to bite me in the middle of the night when I’m trying to get my beauty rest.” You quip back with a cheeky smirk, emphasizing the word bite. 

“Oh but from what I can tell you’re getting plenty of beauty rest, darling. And besides, it’s been few and far between the nights I can catch you alone in your own bedroll for a little sip.” Astarion shifts a bit closer to you seated next to him at the campfire. 

He was right. You had been spending most nights in Wyll’s tent lately, sharing conversation and shy kisses well into the wee hours of the morning. Ever since your kiss on the beach after saving the Emerald Grove, the two of you had been exploring your budding romantic relationship a day at a time. It was clear to you from his awkwardness and visible uncertainty that you were the first adult relationship Wyll had engaged in… but you didn’t mind! You found the way he became flustered after each kiss and fleeting touch of your hands against his so very endearing. It also helped that you found him devilishly handsome, no pun intended. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were jealous of where I’ve been spending my evenings.” You take another long drink of wine from your cup… 

— —

Today’s battle had left Wyll covered in viscera and grime, so he thought he would rinse off and freshen up in the river before retiring to his tent for the evening. Donning fresh clothing, he shook his head like a dog, river water splattering on the ground around him as he dried his hair. 

He couldn’t help but look forward to another night alone with you. Wyll loved your long talks and especially loved holding you close to him… a privilege he felt he didn’t deserve in his current physical form. You always looked at him with adoration in your eyes and for those intimate moments alone he felt almost normal. 

Wyll’s heart fluttered at the thought of having you in his bed again, letting you kiss his lips gently between subjects of conversation. He wanted so badly to take your relationship further physically, but his nervousness and anxiety kept him from progressing past kisses and soft touches. He had never laid with a woman before. He wanted nothing more than to provide you with the deepest carnal pleasure that this life allows, but he simply didn’t know the first thing about it. 

Shaking the insecurities from his mind, he trudged towards his tent and was about to head inside before he heard your voice coming from the campfire circle. You were talking with someone. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but when he heard Astarion’s ill intended giggle in response to whatever you had said, he couldn’t help but listen in…

— — 

“Hah hah! Jealous? Me? Tav, you wound me!” Astarion puts his hand to his chest in fake offense. “I’m only offering my concern for your pent up nature as of late.” 

“I’m not sure what you’re implying, Astarion.” You say curtly. 

“Darling I’m up all hours of the evening, hunting, watching the camp and whatnot. I’ve heard many strange bumps in the night, but absolutely nothing coming from your lawful little warlock’s tent.” Astarion says with a smirk. “I’m not implying anything, I’m saying that I can offer what your lover lacks and give you a well-earned release.” 

You roll your eyes. 

“I assure you I am quite satisfied and spoken for, thank you very much.” You respond. 

“Spoken for, obviously. Satisfied is yet to be seen.” The vampire chides. 

“What goes on between my sheets is none of your concern.” You gulp down the rest of your wine. “Keep your fangs out of my love life if you wish to continue to enjoy the privilege of drinking from me.” 

You rise to your feet to turn in for the night. 

“Have it your way, darling… but if you change your mind, I’ll be waiting.” Astarion adds with a devilish smirk. 

You scoff and head to your tent. Once inside, you change your clothes into something more comfortable for sleeping and let your hair fall from its high ponytail to cascade down your back. Feeling a bit warm either from the wine or irritation from Astarion’s invasive comments, you decide you want to cuddle up with your favorite warlock for the evening. 

Sneaking out of your tent you softly pad over to Wyll’s tent and rap softly at the entrance before pushing your way inside. You find him on his back on his bedroll, one arm behind his head and another holding a book up in front of his face. 

“Hey you.” You say with a smile as you settle yourself onto Wyll’s bedroll next to him, nestling yourself into his side. 

“Ah, what a beautiful sight.” He says, setting his book down. 

“How are you?” You ask. 

“Ah, fine.” He says, unable to meet your eyes for some reason. 

You pick up on his unease and inquire further. 

“Is something wrong?” You lift yourself onto your elbow so you can get a full view of his face. 

“No! No of course not… I’m just… surprised to see you here tonight.” Wyll eventually gets out. 

“I’m here nearly every night, Wyll… why wouldn’t I be here?” You furrow your brow. 

“I heard some of your chat with Astarion.. I thought you might have taken him up on his offer…” Wyll says with a bit of a bitter bite to his words. 

You become angry, sitting up fully now. 

“You really think I would trade what we have for a frivolous romp with a vampire?” You spit out. “You would believe I’m that shallow?”

“No! It’s not that at all!” Wyll responds defensively, sitting up next to you. “I just thought you.. well… I’m sure you have needs and I… I-I mean w-we…” Wyll stutters pathetically, trying to pacify you as well as articulate his thoughts. “I-it doesn’t bother you? That w-we… haven’t?”

“GODS no!” You say with wide eyes. “If you think my interest in you is purely physical, you’re deeply mistaken. I want you, in every sense, not just like that.” You bring your hand to affectionately stroke his cheek. His eyes finally meet yours, it was clear he was embarrassed by his outburst of insecurity. “Wyll.. my sweet… I’d never rush into anything like that especially if you’re not ready-“

“And what if I said I am ready?” Wyll asks, much to your surprise. 

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this just because that idiotic-“ 

“No, not because of him. I’ve been wanting this for some time… really since the night you kissed me, actually… I-I just… don’t want to disappoint you, make a fool of myself..” He interrupts you again, shaking his head. 

You chuckle a bit, thumb caressing his face. 

“Lovely boy, you could never disappoint me in that way. Of course I want all of you… but only if that’s truly what you desire.” You say as you lean in to nuzzle your nose against his. You notice Wyll’s cheeks flush deeper red. 

Wyll smiles at you and tilts his head to press a passionate kiss on your lips. He starts to deepen the kiss by pressing his hand against the back of your head. You hum in contentment and bring your hand to stroke his chest while letting his mouth move against yours. 

This kiss was different from the ones you had previously shared. There was an urgency, a neediness in the way Wyll devoured your lips that you had never experienced with him before. He pushes you down onto your back and hovers over you, giving you a chance to breathe. 

“You’re sure?” You ask, wanting to be completely certain that he wasn’t acting on impulse due to the goading of his pallid traveling companion. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything, I promise.” Wyill assures you with a sweet kiss to your forehead before pulling back again. “Shall we continue?” He asks with a bit of a smirk. 

“As you were, then!” You giggle and pull his face into your neck. 

You feel Wyll hum in playful approval as his lips graze your sensitive skin. His stubble scratches against your flesh and you tremble instinctively. His plush lips begin to suckle passionate kisses into your neck, marking his territory and making you keen in response. You barely notice his left hand sliding your sleeping tunic over your body and stopping just before your breasts. 

“M-may I?” Wyll asks, sheepishly. 

You nod. 

He gingerly lifts your clothing over your head and tosses it to the ground, leaving you in just your panties. 

“Gods… you’re beautiful…” Wyll remarks as his eyes rake over your figure beneath him, a distinct sparkle in his good eye. 

“You can touch me more, you know… anywhere you want…” You grab one of Wyll’s wrists and bring his hand up to rest on your breast. 

Wyll’s eyebrows raise and he tentatively squeezes your supple flesh in his hand. You hum and wrap your arms around his neck. He grows bold enough to start rubbing circles around your nipple and you moan in approval. 

“You can kiss them too, you- Oh!” You gasp as Wyll doesn’t even wait for you to finish your sentence before wrapping his lips around your pert nipple and sucking softly. You feel your cunt clench in anticipation, pushing out more slick to dampen the gusset of your cloth underwear… but you wouldn’t rush him. You were hellbent on letting Wyll take all the time he needed to explore your body.. and his own. 

You feel him rut his clothed erection against your naked thigh as he suckles on your breast, kneading the other in his calloused hand. 

“Ah!” You yelp as you feel sharp teeth bite down onto your erect nipple. 

“Ah- sorry- I-“ Wyll pulls back and stutters out an apology. 

“No, don’t apologize. I liked it.” You coo at Wyll, playing with the ends of his braids at the back of his neck with your fingers. “Made me so wet for you, love…” You kiss him again and slide off your underwear while distracting him with your lips. 

You pull back and grin cheekily. Before Wyll can register your next move, you flip him over onto his back so that your nude form is straddling his hips. 

“I think you have entirely too many clothes on.” You say in jest as you slide down his body to start untying his pants.

“Well, we should fix that that.” Wyll smiles and starts to pull his tank top over his head. He throws it to the ground to accompany your attire. You hastily unweave the threads on his trousers, frantic hands shaking in anticipation of what was to come. Wyll helps you pull them down and off his legs, thick, uncut length bobbing so harshly against his stomach that it grazes your cheek. 

“Ah, sorry!” Wyll apologizes for his member hitting you in the face. “Is.. is it.. alright?” He asks nervously. 

You grab Wyll’s cock gently and stroke it slowly. His knee twitches beneath you. 

“Oh sweetheart, it’s more than alright.” You purr as you feel his weighty girth pulse in your palm. You position your body over his, nestling the mushroom tip of his cock between your slick folds, right at your entrance. “Is this alright, love?” You ask once more. 

Wyll gulps and tries to buck his hips up into yours. 

“Yes, yes gods yes! Please, I need to be inside you!” He pleads as he grips your hips roughly. 

“Sweet boy…” You coo as you sink yourself down onto Wyll’s twitching cock. You moan as your hips meet his. 

You weren’t sure how long you had your head thrown back, but once you opened your eyes and looked down at your lover, you saw him in the most beautiful state you’d ever seen. Wyll’s gaze was fixated on the seeping juncture of your two bodies, mesmerized at the way your lips stretched and spread open to accept his length. His mouth hung open in a permanent gasp, transfixed at the sight of your throbbing clit peeking out just above where he was buried inside of you. 

“Is it good, love?” You ask as you begin to rock yourself forward. 

“Shit-“ Wyll chokes out and his grip on your hips tightens. “It’s- it’s so good- hells!” He cries out and begins to pull you back and forth on his cock in time with your movements. 

You moan and writhe, enjoying the way Wyll was letting you get yourself off on him as he sat back and obliged your every request. He was entranced by the vision of you above him, using his body to bring yourself to the precipice of pleasure. 

“Oh, fuck…” You scratch your nails down Wyll’s chest as you bring yourself closer and closer to your high. 

“My love- I..” Wyll gasps out as he feels his own climax hurtling towards him. 

“I know, I know my sweet… Just a bit longer, please…” You sooth him with your words and light caresses down his abdomen. “I’m almost there…” 

“Yes, use me… please…” Wyll cants up at you. “Kiss me…” He pants out. 

You oblige and lean down to smash your mouth upon his. His tongue breaches your lips and your dam breaks, orgasm overtaking your body. You groan loudly into Wyll’s mouth as your hips jerk against his, cunt squeezing his length harshly in climax. 

“I’m-! Ah! I love you!” Wyll blurts out, gripping your body tightly as he pumps you full of his seed. You feel hot ropes splatter against your walls and spill out around where his cock was plugged up inside you. You caught your breath as you felt the last twitches of release fill you. Once you were sure Wyll had finished, you gently lifted yourself off his softening cock and tucked yourself into his side on the bed. 

You pulled the blanket over the two of you and snuggled into his chest as he turned towards you. You stroked your thumb across his cheek lovingly. 

“Soooo… what did you think?” You ask playfully. 

“I hate to admit that arsehole was right, but Astarion might have been onto something. I should have done this sooner.” Wyll remarks with a smirk. 

You chuckle and kiss him. 

— — 

First, it was killing the goblins attacking the grove. 

Then, it was defending Last Light from the cultists. 

Then, it was rescuing the gnomes and tieflings from Moonrise Towers. 

And on top of all that, you just had to save his sorry tail from the Shadow Curse. 

Jaheira had given the go-ahead to dip into the extra supplies for a bit of fun to increase morale and celebrate the safe return of the captives… and of course, much to Rolan’s dismay, you were the belle of the ball. Even his own damn siblings were fawning of you and your rowdy companions, but he let his annoyance lie since you did save their lives after all. 

He should be grateful, shouldn’t he? You brought his family back together and saved many more from death or a lifetime of grief. You kept Last Light safe from the Shadow Curse and were planning on defeating Ketheric and the Absolute yourself. Your heroics were not lost on him, and judging by your behavior here at the party, they were not lost on you either. 

Rolan sat at the bar nursing another bottle of wine alone as he watched you with a scowl. You had discarded your usual robes for a glittering, light-blue party dress, no doubt stolen, Rolan thought. You danced energetically with that massive, brutish tiefling woman, both of you spilling wine all over yourselves and the floor. Your long, blueish silver hair cascaded down past your shoulders and just kissed the exposed skin above your lower back, the milky skin shown by your backless dress peeking out at him as your hair moved when you danced. 

“Enjoying the show, brother?” Cal’s teasing voice comes from behind Rolan’s barstool. 

“We could be killed at any moment, hardly a time for anyone to be enjoying anything.” Rolan remarked as he straightened his back and his eyes were peeled away from you. 

“Always such a stick in the mud. Would it kill you to have fun for once?” Lia appeared on the opposite side of Rolan and rolled her eyes. 

“In this situation? Perhaps. Someone should be aware of their surroundings at a time like this.” Rolan quips. 

“Judging by how much of that bottle you’ve drained, I wouldn’t say you’re entirely aware.” Cal says. 

“I have to tolerate the company somehow.” Rolan snorts and takes another sip. 

“Well I’d practice your manners, your favorite little sorceress is coming this way now.” Lia says with a smirk. 

“Come on, we’re missing you all on the dance floor! I’ve tipped Alfira greatly, I think my favorite song is coming up soon!” You sidle up to the bar across from the tieflings and put your elbows on the bar top. “Missing even you, grumpy.” You flash Rolan a cheeky smile. 

“I’m perfectly content here. Drunkenly frolicking like an imbecile isn’t relevant to my interests.” The wizard snips at you with a frown. 

“Aaah, I see! Makes sense. So you won’t be needing this anymore, then.” You say as you snatch Rolan’s bottle of wine off the counter in front of him and take a heavy swig. 

“Give that back.” Rolan says with a slight snarl, baring pointed teeth. Rolan reaches an arm out across the bar to grasp towards his stolen bottle. 

“Oh, this? You want it back?” You say with a giggle before taking another sip from the neck of the bottle. You smile and take the opportunity to wedge the bottle down the front of your dress, lodging it tightly between your ample, exposed cleavage. “Why don’t you take it?” You ask with a devilish grin. 

“Go on, then!” Cal goads with a laugh, slapping his brother on the back. 

“Hmph. Keep it.” Rolan sits back on his barstool, feigning disinterest in your antics. “I’ll just have the kids bring me another.” 

You sigh and pull the bottle from your chest. You lean onto the bar, pushing your breasts together in the process. It doesn’t escape you how Rolan’s eyes are glued to your tits resting on the countertop. 

“You’re no fun.” You lean in close to him and whisper in a sultry tone. 

You take your stolen bottle of wine and return to your friends who were still reveling in Alfira’s lute playing. 

“What in the hells did you say to the cranky bastard?” Karlach asks while pulling your hand and spinning you around in a twirl. 

“What do you mean?” You inquire with a bit of a smirk. 

“The poor sod’s tail is twitching! No doubt something else is too. You flash him or something?” Your large friend questions. 

“Almost!” You laugh. “Just trying to see if I can get him to crack… he’s quite handsome!” 

“Try complimenting his horns, male tieflings really like that. They pride themselves on those things almost more than their cocks.” Karlach adds. 

“Hmm… good to know…” You say as the intrusive thought of Rolan’s cock enters your mind. You’d never laid with a tiefling before and you were desperately curious. Something about this wizard’s unfriendly, pompous nature intrigued you and you wanted to see what was underneath his prickly exterior. You always liked a challenge. 

— —

Another hour or so of partying goes by and you find yourself both sufficiently drunk and sufficiently bored. You sneak a glance at the bar and find Rolan standing behind it, rummaging through the shelves no doubt searching for more booze. You slink up next to him and try to peek into the cabinet he’s looking through. 

“Need help?” You pipe up. 

“Agh!” In surprise at your sudden appearance, Rolan knocks his head on the wooden cabinet door. 

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to startle you!” You giggle and put your fingers to your lips. “Don’t want you hurting those horns of yours. They’re quite the handsome pair, you know. Best of anyone here-“ 

Rolan slams the cabinet door shut and turns to look down at your shorter figure. 

“What the hells is your problem?” Rolan seethes. “Every second of peace I have is somehow disturbed by YOU each time! You are positively infuriating!” 

“I’m just trying to be pleasant, Rolan.” You remark. 

“I am not interested in pleasantries. I’ve given you plenty of gold, I don’t know what other gratitude you want from me.” Rolan says, frustrated and annoyed. 

“Well…” You purr. “Just as you’re not interested in pleasantries, I’m not interested in gold.” You slowly move closer, your chests almost touching. You expected him to push you away, but surprisingly enough he stands in place. “Perhaps you can thank me in a different way…” You cock your head to the side flirtatiously and raise an eyebrow. 

You see Rolan’s Adam’s apple bob nervously. 

“Tav.. I.. ” He stutters. You cut him off. 

“If for whatever reason you find yourself unable to sleep tonight, I’ll be in room 104. Upstairs. Alone.. and my bed is always warm.” You wink before slinking off to the stairwell leading to the inn’s guest rooms. 

— — 

You had swapped your party dress for a short, white nightgown with lace trim and slits high up on either hip. You sat on the feather bed, brushing through your hair that had gotten tangled from the night of revelry. You had made sure to freshen up your perfume in the hopes that Rolan would take you up on your lewd offer of late night companionship. 

*knock knock*

You smirk at the gentle knock on your door. You waltz excitedly over to the door and open it. 

Sure enough, Rolan was standing in your doorframe. 

“I was hoping you’d-“

Your snarky comment was abruptly cut off by a clawed hand gripping the side of your head, tangling in your hair, while the other hand forcefully grabbing your waist to spin you around. The door slammed behind you and you were pushed against it roughly. 

Rolan pulls you by your scalp and smashes his lips on yours. 

There was no grace or eloquence in the kiss, much unlike his usual way of speaking. It was a gnashing of wet tongue and clacking of teeth as he ravaged your mouth, his grip on you never faltering. You froze at first, shocked by his boldness, but eventually you relent and open your lips further for him. You wrap your hands around his neck. 

Having had his fill from your lips, Rolan eventually moves his mouth to trail messy kisses and sharp nips from your jaw to your neck. 

“Wow, eager are-“

“Do you ever shut UP?” Rolan pulls back from your neck and growls, shoving his knee between your legs further, causing you to instinctively grind your bare sex onto his trousers. He brings his hand from your hair to grip your neck. 

“You’ll just have to shut me up, then.” You choke out with a smile, his clawed hand around your throat gently squeezing the sides. 

“It would seem so.” Rolan’s nostrils flare and he picks you up and tosses you on the bed with surprising strength for a wizard. 

You strip your nightgown over your head excitedly and lay back on the bed in as seductive of a pose as you could muster. Expecting to be either insulted or pounced upon, you sit up on your elbows in anticipation. Surprisingly, Rolan was standing at the foot of the bed, mouth agape, seemingly entranced by your nude figure laid before him. You take this opportunity to shift the tides in your favor. 

“What’s wrong, Rolan?” You say as you slowly spread your legs, exposing your swollen, dripping cunt to him. “Hellcat got your tongue?” 

This snapped him out of his daze. 

“Brat.” He scoffs before frantically shedding his own clothing. 

As he strips, you sit up on your knees on the bed so you can get a better look at your new lover. Geometric infernal ridges covered his chest and abdomen, almost guiding your eyes downward to his erect cock bobbing desperately in front of you. It was long and bright red, leaking tip more pointed than you were used to, but its most unusual feature were the prominent ridges decorating his shaft. You were dying to know how it felt in your hand… your mouth… your cunt… 

“Stop gawking, it’s not polite” Rolan says, less aggressive now than he previously was now that he was stark naked in front of you. Was he blushing? It was hard to tell. 

“How pretty you are… you have to let me play with it.” You purr as you lower yourself on your elbows, pushing your ass high in the air, wiggling it and successfully distracting Rolan from your advances towards his member. 

“Play? Is that how- shit!” Rolan gasps and curses as he feels you wrap your soft hand around his cock and stroke it slowly. 

You loll your tongue out of your mouth and place his hot tip on it, all while staring up at him lustfully. Rolan lets out a low growl and bucks his hips into your face, pushing his cock past your lips and into your eager mouth. You happily wrap your lips around his cock head and begin to slide up and down his ribbed length. His hand comes up to pull your hair into a makeshift ponytail and guides you along his cock. Drool pools in your mouth and dribbles out the sides and you groan in approval of his roughness. 

“Ah ah, no talking with your mouth full.” He smirks playfully down at you. 

You try to reciprocate the smile, but can’t manage much do to your mouth being forcefully stuffed full of cock. Rolan must have noticed they way your thighs were tensed and rubbed together impatiently. 

“Touch yourself. Get yourself ready to take me.” He commands. 

You spread your knees and bring one of your hands down your front to play with your wet sex. Supporting yourself on one hand, you circle your clit in time with your sultry bobs on Rolan’s cock. You slide two fingers into your soaking hole and moan around his length. You continue to work yourself up, pushing and pulling on that special spot inside of you, whimpering and sharply inhaling as you slobber all over Rolan. 

“What a sight… Gods, such a messy girl…” 

You nod happily, not removing him from your mouth. You can’t help but notice as the rough grip on your hair becomes… softer. His thumb began rubbing against your head soothingly, as if to gently encourage you to suck him off instead of demanding it. 

“That’s enough, I'm going to have you now.” He says as he cups your chin and pulls you off him, a long string of saliva still connecting the two of you. You eagerly push yourself onto your back and spread your legs wide to make room for him. 

Rolan climbs over you and teases your clit with the tip of his cock. 

“Pretty little thing you are…” He says as his eyes rake over your body. 

“Be careful, wizard, that almost sounded like a compliment.” You chide and buck your hips up into him, wordlessly pleading for him to penetrate you. 

“I would tell you to hush…” He positions himself at your entrance. “But I think now I’d like to hear every little sound that comes from those sinful lips…” 

Rolan presses into you finally and you gasp at the ridged intrusion, unlike anyone else you’ve ever laid with. You arch your back and rake your hands down the infernal ridges on his abdomen. Once you feel his hips flush with yours, you look up and see the wizards eyes screwed shut in concentration, clearly trying not to let this moment end too soon. 

You grind your pelvis into his, beckoning him to start moving inside you. 

“Nine Hells… so fucking wet…” Rolan remarks with a sigh as he starts thrusting shallowly. He grips your breasts as leverage, teasing your nipples with his thumbs. You wrap your legs around his hips, encouraging him to fuck you deeper. 

“Gods Rolan, you feel so good…” You moan out to the ceiling. 

“Y-yeah?” Rolan asks as he picks up the pace and intensity of his thrusts. 

“Yes! Fuck! You’re so good!” You cry out in pleasure as you feel those gorgeous bumps along his shaft caress your walls so deliciously. 

“I-I’m good? Say it again..” He asks shyly. “Please tell me again…” 

Suddenly, you feel his tail wrap tightly around your leg, squeezing it possessively. It was like he was holding on for his life...

“You’re so fucking good Rolan. Your cock feels so perfect inside me. Fuck me harder, you’re going to make me cum…” You feel his cock inside you twitch and you could have sworn you heard him whimper. He obliges your request and pistons his hips into you harder. You feel the familiar warmth of your impending release tingle throughout your lower half. 

Rolan slinks an arm underneath your lower back, leaning over you further in the process and cards his other hand into your hair splayed out on the pillow beneath you. 

“I’m so close, please Rolan, you’re such a good boy. I want to cum on you. Fuck, there!” You moan and pant up at him as you bring your hand up to cradle his face in your palm. You could barely keep your eyes open, but the sight above you was too delectable to miss. 

“I-I am a good boy.. please cum for me…” Rolan pathetically whines and pleads to feel your release coat him. 

“Yes Rolan, my good boy… I’m- shit!” You cry out and feel your walls begin to convulse in anticipation of your climax. With the next thrust against your sweet spot, your dam breaks and you let out a vulgar moan as your orgasm overtakes your body. 

“Fuck, yes, your good boy!” Rolan pants and fucks you through your high. “I-I’m close.. where should-?” 

“Inside. Make me yours.” You say breathlessly, still delirious from your powerful climax.  

Rolan could no longer hold back, groaning loudly as he spills himself entirely deep inside of you. He grinds himself into you as he continues to cum, seemingly endless ropes of spend decorating your wet walls. 

Once finished, Rolan gingerly slips out of you and collapses tiredly onto the mattress beside you. 

You spent the next few minutes catching your collective breaths, nothing being exchanged but soft pets and tender touches as you calmed yourselves. You were stroking Rolan’s cheek with your thumb gently when he finally spoke. 

“Nothing to say now, then?” He smiles softly, teasing you. You return the grin.

“That was incredible.” You giggle. “I didn’t know you had it in you, Rolan.” 

“Wizards are full of surprises.” He jokes, pulling your body into his, rubbing circles into your hip. “There’s certainly more where that came from…” You notice his glowing eyes dart away from yours with uncertainty. “… If you’d have me.” 

You place a tender kiss on his lips. 

“The night is still young, isn’t it?” You nuzzle your nose against his. 

“I don’t just mean tonight.. come see me in Baldur’s Gate. I.. I can show you around, if you’d like?” He still can’t bring himself to look you in the eyes again. 

“You won’t be too busy with your apprenticeship?” You question. 

“I… I can try to make time.. if it’s for you.” He says sheepishly. 

You press your chest closer into his and tilt his chin up to meet your gaze. 

“What a good boy you are.” You smirk and pull him into a deep kiss. 

— — 

The party had made camp early. The sun was still out, but just starting to make its gentle dive into the horizon. 

Shadowheart, Astarion, and Wyll were seated side by side on a fallen log being used as a makeshift bench at the campfire circle. 

The smell of cooking meats wafted throughout the camp. The unlikely trio shared a bottle of stolen Elsmetar Red as they watched the evening’s entertainment unfold. 

*wOOOOOOsh* *rip* *THWACK* 

The sound of an arrow piercing tent fabric and lodging firmly into an oak tree rung out. 

“OH right, Gale, SURE! Just the same as it is every time!” Tav, bow in hand storms around the rocky outcropping obscuring Gale’s tent from the rest of the camp. Her footsteps stomp across the dirt, headed back to her own tent, kicking up pebbles in her wake. Tav’s face was bright red and her knuckles were ivory white from the tight grip she had on her weapon. 

“My darling, please!” The wizards voice sounded both apologetic and irritated resonating from behind the rocks as he exited his tent to follow. “It’s really nothing! I don’t see why you’re turning this into-“

“You don’t? Famed “wizard of waterdeep” fails to see the reason his lover is upset?” Tav huffs, still making a beeline across the camp, not even bothering to turn around. “Arcane knowledge can’t replace common sense, it seems.” 

*ppfftt* Astarion spits out a sip of wine, desperately trying to hide the sound of his chuckle. 

“Wow, a storm cloud hovers closely over the island of paradise it seems.” Wyll comments softly with raised eyebrows. 

“Will you shut up? I want to see if she kills him this time.” Shadowheart remarks, taking a sip of wine and enjoying the show. 

“If you can’t appreciate a bit of commentary, you don’t know good theatre.” Astarion says, smugly. “What do you think he did? Said Mystra’s name at the peak of climax? Bit her hand when slurping down another amulet?” 

“You’re terrible.” Wyll scolds while taking a drink. “… I’d put 50 gold on the first one.” 

Astarion smirks and holds out his hand. “Shake on it.” 

Wyll clasped Astarion’s pallid hand with a guilty looking grin. 

“Sweet love, all I asked is if you wanted a piece of cheese!” Gale pleads as he speed walks to keep up with Tav (running wasn’t his strong suit). 

Tav spins around on her heels and comes to a stop. 

“NO, you didn’t ‘ask if I wanted a piece of cheese!’” Tav yells, eyes wild. “You said ‘here, have a piece, you love blue cheese.’” She continues to seethe. “I FUCKING HATE BLUE CHEESE!” 

“I merely forgot! You can’t put an arrow through my chest because I had forgotten what kind of cheese you prefer!” Gale says, exasperated. 

“You said you knew I loved it! That’s not me! That’s stupid fucking Mystra, you gods-damned ignoramus!” Tav rushes towards her lover, angry tears pricking the corners of her eyes from the frustration. 

“If you had told me the wizard would die over a slice of Roquefort, I’d have sent you to the healers.” Astarion says with a smirk. “This is good.” 

“Should we be worried? Do you think the orb will explode if she kills him? Should we leave?” Wyll asks. 

“If that’s the way I die, so be it. This is too rich to miss.” Shadowheart says as she sits up further in interest. 

“Darling I must protest. I cannot thrive under these ridiculous expectations. You’re stifling me with your constant accusations! It’s been an age since Mystra and I promise I-“ Gale’s expression turns from apologetic to angry. 

“You just don’t fucking get it, do you? You can’t-” 

*THUMP*

The camp was silent. 

Shadowheart and Astarion gasp. 

“He did NOT just magically silence her, did he?” Wyll says with raised brows. 

“Oh he’s positively done for.” Astarion remarks with a devilish giggle. 

The trio watched Tav emote and scream in complete silence due to the magical effects cast by her wizard. She grips an arrow from her quiver and loads it into her bow. 

Just as she pulls the string back another voice echoed throughout the camp. 

“ALLright Soldier, that’s enough of that.” Karlach had emerged from her own tent and approached Tav’s raging form. “Come on, no murdering our friends.” 

Karlach bends down, scoops Tav up by her waist and throws her over her broad shoulder. 

“You’re going for a dunk in the river to cool off. If you still can’t play nice after that, we’ll have to try something else.” Karlach says as she affectionally pats Tav’s leg draped over her glowing chest. Tav silently kicks and screams in protest as the tiefling carries her much smaller body off into the woods. 

“Aww. Such an unsatisfying finale.” Astarion pouts as he takes another sip of wine. 

— — 

After a long soak in the cool river and a heated venting session with Karlach, your temper had subsided along with the searing sunlight of the day. You had forgone the normal revelry of an evening at camp to brood alone in your tent. Most of your companions had gone to bed you could only hear the dirge of crickets from the forest outside your tent. 

You stared at the peaked, cloth ceiling of your tent as you laid on your beck on your bedroll. You had been trying to sleep, but the anxious gnawing of your argument with Gale and the frustration of feeling like you’d always be second best were keeping your eyes pried open. 

How could you ever compare to a literal goddess? 

She was powerful. Beautiful. Inspirational. Celestial. 

Was he thinking of her every time he laid with you?

Tears threatened to form in the outer corners of your eyes again but you blinked them away. You hugged a pillow close to your chest to comfort yourself as you rolled onto your side. You let out a long sigh. 

As you gazed towards the opening of your tent, you see a flutter of movement agains the fabric near the door. After you watch whatever it was take a few fumbling brushes against the outside of the tent, the tent flaps separate and you see something enter your tent. You sit up on instinct and reach for your bow. 

Your heart rate slows when you see a translucent blue hand holding a large, beautiful, albeit clumsily put together, bouquet of daisies and baby’s breath. You snort a laugh, but make no move to accept the flowers. 

The hand wiggles the arrangement in your direction tentatively. You reach out and roll your eyes. You take the flowers from the magical, disembodied hand and set them at the side of your bed roll. 

“You can come in, Gale.” You say loudly. 

As if by magic, Gale steps sheepishly through your tent flaps and makes sure they’re closed properly behind him. 

“Good evening.” He says with a soft smile, standing awkwardly. 

“Thank you for the flowers.” You say after an uncomfortable silence. You swallow. “Come, sit.” You pat the bedroll across from your seated form. Gale sits gingerly across from you, his body not facing you fully, not wanting to seem too familiar. 

“I shouldn’t have tried to shoot you with an arrow. That was an ov-“ You begin. 

“No.” Gale interrupts you. “I will accept no apologies, for I am the one who is here to make amends.” 

You quiet yourself. You were the one who flew off the handle over cheese, for gods sake. You couldn’t form words. 

“Tav, I was being selfish. I didn’t think of the way you felt, being with someone whose last lover was a god. I was only thinking of myself… something I’ve been apt to do in relationships…” Gale hangs his head. “Something I need to be kept accountable for. It wasn’t about the cheese, I know that now.” Gale turns and looks into your eyes. “I come here to beg you for another chance.” 

“You needn’t beg, Gale.” You smile sympathetically. “Of course I’ll give you another chance. Daisies are my favorite flower, after all.” You reach out and take his hand in yours. 

“So you’ll give this old, bumbling wizard another shot at love?” Gale grins and squeezes your fingers in his. 

“Old bumbling wizard? Elminster is here?” You jest. 

“Thankfully no. It’s just you and I, my love… always.” Gale chuckles before reaching out with his free arm and pulling you close. “You’ll let me prove how deep my love for you is, yes?” He asks, wrapping his arms around your body and gently pushing you to lay back on your bedroll. 

“I’ll allow it.” You say playfully as Gale hovered above you. 

Gale hums and lifts your tunic over your head, you sit up to help him in the process. You go ahead and shimmy down your trousers, leaving your body completely bare on your mattress. Gale’s face is immediately buried in your neck, littering it with wet, open-mouthed kisses. His stubble scraped your flesh and your hips twitched in response. 

“How lucky am I…” Gale murmurs into your neck. “… that I get to have you like this…” He brings his hand up to squeeze your breast roughly, the way he knows you like. You moan softly at his touch. 

His kisses trail down your sternum while smooth, uncalloused hands pinched and twisted at your nipples. Hands never leaving your sensitive chest, Gale kissed above your navel, then your lower abdomen, then your mound before nuzzling his face into the coarse patch of hair here. The wizard takes a deep inhale. 

“So lovely, as always my sweet. Can’t wait to taste you…” Gale pulls his hands from your breasts and uses them to push your thighs apart as he settles himself between your legs. “Mmmmmph..” He moans even louder than you do as he delves his tongue between your lower lips. 

“Shit-“ You sigh out and instinctively tangle your right hand into Gale’s brown locks. 

And just like that, all transgressions and arguments were slingshotted out of your mind. The way his lips closed around your sensitive clit and suckled gently had your eyes rolling back in your head. You bring your left hand to grip your own breast, losing yourself in the pleasure Gale was bestowing upon you. You grind your hips further upward into his face, met with contented hums from deep in his chest. 

“You taste so sweet.. could drink you forever, darling…” Gale mumbles as he comes up for air, placing a gentle, wet kiss on your inner thigh. He shifts his position so he can bring two fingers and rub them messily up and down your slit. Your body jolts every time they brush your clit. “My my, what a sight.” Gale smirks before pushing those two digits into your sopping hole. He immediately curls them upward to pull and tap on your favorite spot. “Need you to cum for me, love… let go for me….” He coos before returning his lips to your clit. 

You cry out and arch your back. Your walls start clenching involuntarily and you feel a familiar pressure build in your abdomen.

“Fuck- just.. like- that-! Ah!” You dig your nails into Gale’s scalp as you reach your climax. You barely notice the slowing of the wizard’s fingers inside you as you ride out your orgasm. Your eyes flutter closed and you try to catch your breath. “Good boy.” You pant out with a dazed grin on your face, still staring at the ceiling of your tent. 

The bedroll shifts and you feel a soft hand pull your legs apart. 

Gale had shed his clothing and was now between your legs on his knees, straddling one of your legs while hauling the other over his shoulder. 

“You can’t say things like that…” Gale warns as he uses his hand that wasn’t holding your leg to his chest to guide his leaking cockhead through your soaking folds. “You know what that does to me…” He whispers as he slowly rubs his tip across your clit. 

You smirk and rake your nails down his chest. 

“Maybe I do…” You buck your hips, wordlessly begging him to enter you. 

Gale can’t resist the wetness of your sex any longer and pushes his member inside of you slowly and deliberately. You both let out relieved gasps as your hips become flush with each others. Without pulling out completely, your lover slowly grinds himself into you, pelvis rubbing your clit with every movement. 

You feel a gentle kiss pressed to the side of your knee. 

“Gods you’re fucking gorgeous. So perfect…” Gale praises as he brings a hand to pinch your nipple. 

Completely lost in pleasure, you arch your back and moan, not caring if anyone else in the camp hears you… they had already heard you argue earlier, this couldn’t be much worse. “Gale!” You cry out. 

“Yes love, I’m yours. Only yours.” Gale pants out between rough thrusts, the allure of his own end overwhelming him. “I love you, only you..” He drops your leg from his shoulder and leans over you, capturing your open lips in a searing kiss. 

“I’m-“ You whimper out, breaking the kiss after a few moments, feeling the tension in your sex threaten to release. 

“I know, I know, me too…” Gale huffs, forehead pressing against yours. 

“I love you.” You say as you grip Gale’s hair again, keeping him as close as you could physically have him. He continues grinding his member vigorously against the most sensitive spot inside of you. Your pleasure crested and you tipped over the edge with a cry. 

“I love you.” Gale mirrors and grunts before his hips stutter and you feel him pumping you full of white hot spend. Once the twitches of his cock slowed, he slumped over to your side and pulled your panting body into his chest. 

“So… you’re staying here tonight?” You ask as you draw lazy patterns on Gale’s back with your fingernails. 

“Oh without a doubt. Astarion was still up when I came in here. Called me names the entire time. There’s no way I’m going out and looking at his smug face now.” Gale says. 

“Such a plagued, little wizard you are.” You tease. 

“Plagued, yes. Little, no.” Gale protests. “I think you can attest to that.” He says with a charming smile. 

— — 

Halsin sat under the pallid moonlight, back against the outside of his tent, humming contentedly as he whittled yet another small duck. A little smile decorated his chiseled face as he marveled at the way his craft looked in the pale starlight. The only thing he could hear was his own humming, the soft scrape of his knife against the wooden duck, and the soft chirping of crickets in the tall grass surrounding the camp. 

The peaceful sounds of a night at camp were eventually broken by hurried footsteps heading quickly towards his tent. 

Tav rounded the large tree that Halsin had set up his tent next to and was breathing heavily. She quickly came to a stop and let out a long sigh. 

“Oh, thank the gods you’re still up!” 

“Ah, Tav. A pleasure to see you on this beautiful night. How are you?” He looked up at her panting form and smiled. She seemed distraught and uncomfortable. 

“Been better actually.. but, um, how are..  you?” She asks, trying desperately to be polite but Halsin could tell there was something wrong. “I like your duck. Is that a new one?” Tav says between heavy breaths, like she had just run several miles. 

“Yes, it’s a canvasback duck. Very interesting species as it lives in both fresh and salt waters.” Halsin explains as he holds up his whittled figuring. 

“Right yes. Very cool.” Tav hurriedly spits out. 

“I can tell you aren’t here to discuss my hobbies, Tav. You seem… a bit perturbed. Anything I can help with?” Halsin asks. 

“Gods, yes. Or at least I hope… Can we talk… inside your tent?” Tav says as she turns her head around briefly, looking at the last light of the fire and wondering if anyone else was still up and about. “It’s… kind of embarrassing…” 

“Of course.” Halsin rises to his feet to hold the curtain of his tent open for her to enter ahead of him. She quickly ducks inside. 

Halsin gestures for her to sit on his makeshift mattress as he sits down on the stool at his desk littered with herbs and potions. 

“What’s ailing you? Your face seems flushed. Do you feel feverish at all?” Halsin says as he gets a better look at Tav, seated on his bedroll with their legs crossed, illuminated by the candlelight. 

Tav sighs. She looks down at her hands in her lap and wrings them uncomfortably. 

“Yes! I’m so warm!” Tav exclaims. “Okay so… I wanted to convince these squirrels to put on these little hats and ride on Scratch like a pony because I thought it would be cute, but I realized I was out of animal speech potions and I was trying to whip one up but I realized I used the wrong herb…. But Astarion said it would be fine! He gave the mushrooms to me after all!” 

Halsin chuckled. 

“A noble endeavor indeed. I would like to have seen that.” 

“And so the elixir looked fine, but I drank it and now I… I don’t feel so good…” Tav says quietly, but Halsin could hear the fear and worry in her voice. 

“Hmm… I see. Other than the flush and fever, do you have any other symptoms?” The druid asks, looking her over. 

“Well my skin, it has chicken-skin all over that won’t go away… and I can’t stop sweating… and well… there’s this painful ache…” She trails off. “Can I just show you?”

“Please do.” Halsin nods. 

Without warning, Tav strips her clothes off leaving her just in her underthings. She settles back on the bedroll and spreads her legs shyly. Once her knees were parted, it was very obvious to Halsin what the ache she was describing was. The gusset of her cloth panties showed a drenched patch covering her sex, the wet fabric sticking desperately to her meaty outer lips. 

“Aahh…” Halsin mused as he looked over Tav’s trembling body. “My assumptions were correct, it seems.”

“Your assumptions? And what were those, exactly? Speak plainly, will I survive?” Tav sits up on her elbows and presses her knees together again. 

“You must have used black mushrooms instead of acorn truffles. Similar in appearance, but very different in alchemical composition.” Halsin states as he flips through one of the books littering his desk. “I smelled your pheromones before you even appeared in front of my tent. Instead of the potion of animal speaking, you drank a potion of animal breeding.” 

“I bed your finest pardon? Shit, I mean beg! I beg your finest pardon?!” Tav becomes increasingly irritated and frustrated by the druid’s casual manner of speaking. 

“Yes, commonly used by ranch hands in order to increase the offspring output of their flocks, it drastically increases the heat cycle in mammals. I’ve never seen or heard of the effects of it on humans, but it seems it works the same.” Halsin replies, standing from the stool at his desk and approaching his bedroll where Tav laid. 

“So? Is there a cure, an antidote of some kind?” Tav pants. 

“Not that I know of. I know the effects subside once the animal has been mated, but I can’t say for certain how to dissolve the effects in a humanoid creature.” 

Tav groans and reaches her hand between her clenched thighs, clearly too far gone from the effects of the potion to care about modesty. Halsin sees her wrist flick desperately, but there was no relief on her face… he can’t help but find himself growing erect at the sight of her barely covered, sweaty body writhing in his bed. 

“You’re in pain… there might be a way I can help…” Halsin says softly, his eyes searching Tav’s pleading ones. 

“Anything. Help me, please.” Tav huffs out through gritted teeth. 

“I can… try to alleviate the pain through the intended means… If you’ll allow it.” Halsin’s eyes dart from Tav’s gaze to her hard nipples peaking through her bra and back to her face again. 

“You mean.. you’d fuck me? You think it would work?” 

“I can’t guarantee it, but I’m happy to give it a try.” Halsin replies with a soft smile. 

Tav thinks for a moment before sitting up fully and ripping her bra over her head and tossing it to the floor of Halsin’s tent. 

“Gods yes, I’ll do anything.” Tav shimmies her panties down her legs and throws them to join her discarded bra. “Do you need me to, you know… touch you a bit? To get things going?” She says sheepishly. 

“Hah, no..” Halsin chuckles. “Seeing you in my bed like this has made me harder than I’m keen to admit. Let me just…” 

Halsin takes a few moments to remove all his clothing. Once he was stripped bare, thick cock standing at attention, he turned back towards Tav and was met with quite the sight. 

Tav had shifted to her knees, face pressed into Halsin’s pillow with her ass arched high in the air in Halsin’s direction. He was met with her puffy, glistening folds being presented so desperately just for him. Slick drooled out like sap from a mighty maple tree, slowly seeping from Tav’s hole and coating her lips and thighs. He could see her engorged, pink clit peaking out from the apex of her slit, just aching to be touched. 

“Oak Father preserve me…” He says quietly, more to himself than anyone else. “What an incredible sight…” 

“Halsiiiinnnn…. Will you hurry uuuup?” Tav whined and wiggled her backside in the druid’s direction, beckoning him to enter her. 

“Right, of course. You will tell me if there’s any discomfort, yes?” He asks. 

“Yes fine yes, just fuck me.” Tav glares at him from her position pressed into the pillow. 

“As you wish…” Halsin takes his position behind Tav and guides the leaking tip of his cock to her entrance. “Bit of a stretch now, love…” Halsin coos as he pushes his hips into hers. 

“Aaaggh! Ah! Fuck!” Tav cries out and turns her head to bite down on his pillow. 

Halsin feels a gush of warmth on his pelvis and notices the hard squeeze of Tav’s cunt as his tip presses against her cervix deep within her. She had climaxed just from him bottoming out inside her. 

“Already?” Halsin chuckles again. “Do you feel better? Should I stop?” He runs a soothing hand down her spine. 

“Aahh!” Tav moans and pushes back on her knees, forcing him impossibly deeper. “More! Need more!” 

“The potion is stronger than I thought… very well… Hold on to something, dear.” Halsin warns as he wraps his large hands around Tav’s milky hips. He begins thrusting into her hard and with great purpose. Normally he would have to take time to prep his smaller partners, but the effects of the elixir had caused Tav’s body to accept his intrusion hungrily. “So warm… like nothing I’ve ever felt…” Halsin groans as he feels the impossible heat from Tav’s walls pulse around him sensually. 

“Harder! More!” Tav grits out, brow furrowed, fists clenched in Halsin’s sheets. 

Halsin mounts her fully, hunching his back over her to press his chest against her spine. His grip on her hips tightens as he humps into her harder. 

“Yes! Fuck! I-I’m cu-!“ Tav yelps out. “Ah!” 

Halsin feels her cunt clench on him hard again, the familiar spray of liquid a welcome feeling trickling down his thick thighs. After two orgasms, Halsin assumed she would finally be free of the potion’s effects. He pulls out of her and picks her shaking body up and positions her back down on his bed on her back. 

“Better now?” He smiles down at her. 

He was met with an even deeper look of desperation. 

“No. Need more!” Tav gasps out as she locks her arms behind his back. Without warning, Halsin was tossed on his back on the bed and Tav was hovering above him. She grips his dripping cock and lines it up to her sex, sinking down on it quickly. 

“Shiiiit yes…” Tav moans out and throws her head back in pleasure. She begins rocking hard against him, grinding her clit against his pelvis to stimulate all her senses. “Fuuuuck…”

“My darling…” Halsin says hesitantly as he places his gentle hands on her breasts, softly toying with her nipples. “Don’t hurt yourself…” 

“Fill me, Halsin, please!” She cries out loudly. “Breed me, Halsin. I need it!” She slams her hips down onto his impossibly fast. 

An animalistic, bear-like growl leaves Halsin’s lips. 

“You can’t say things like that, little dove.” He grits his teeth, trying to hold back from absolutely ravishing her body. 

“But please! I want you to fill me, need you to fill me! Put your fucking babies into me, Halsin, please!” Tav looks down finally and makes eye contact with the large elf. There was a wild, fiery heat glowing in her eyes. Who was he to deny her?

Halsin plants his feet on his bedroll and growls louder, his large hands moving to her waist. 

"Halsin, Halsin, Halsin!" Tav spills his name like an invocation as she bounces violently on his cock. "Breed me, please, Halsin!"

He uses this newfound leverage to slam his hips up into hers at a brutal pace, lost in the fantasy of filling her up with his seed. How gorgeous she would look swollen and heavy with his young… breasts plump with sweet milk...

“Yes! Yes!” Tav chants towards the sky as a cock-drunk grin spreads across her face. 

“I’ll give you what you need, love… stay still now… shit…” Halsin’s grip on Tav was sure to leave bruises in the morning. Tav was moaning loudly, clearly too far gone in her state to care about anyone else in camp hearing her. “I’m going to fill you now, be good and take it…” He grits out the last bit. 

Tav shrieks as she feels the first wave of hot spend fill her insides. Rope after rope of Halsin’s seed stuffed her to the brim, the druid grunting and panting beneath her, pushing her hips down on his so his tip kissed her cervix directly. 

Halsin breathes heavily as his orgasm abates and leaves Tav finally satisfied. 

“Woah…” Tav dizzily leans forward and collapses against Halsin’s broad chest. 

The pair laid in silence for several minutes catching their breaths. 

“Here, I’m going to lay you down now. I’ll make you some tea.” Halsin says as he lifts Tav off his softening cock and tucks her into his comforter. “Make sure you drink it before tomorrow.” 

“Mhmmmmph.” Tav snuggles tiredly into his mussed sheets, the effects of the potion finally dissipating now that she was stuffed full like a broodmare. She looked too serene in his bed, he couldn’t care less about the large mess she was no doubt leaking onto his mattress. 

So what if she didn’t drink the tea tonight… maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea…

— — 

The party was quieting down and only a few people remained upright and even fewer remained sober. You were seated on a large log around the campfire with Shadowheart and Karlach enjoying the last of the festivities around you. 

Not wanting the night to end, you rose to retrieve another bottle of wine from your pack across the camp in your tent. Your head swims a bit, completely unrelated to the wriggling tadpole inside of it for once. You raise your arms out slightly at your sides to steady yourself. Your tail involuntarily straightened to balance you on your unsteady feet. 

“Woah, soldier! Think you’ve had enough, hey?” Karlach says with a chuckle, not bothering to stand up. It’s not like she could catch you, anyway. 

“You might be right. Should probably quit while I’m ahead… don’t want to be nursing a hangover and killing goblins tomorrow.” You smile and right yourself. 

“You smell like a barkeep’s boot on top of it all. Did you spill on yourself again or is that all coming out of your pores?” Shadowheart chirps at you with her nose in the air. 

You sniff the air around you and your clothes. Cheap, stolen wine all around. 

“Yuck. I think that asshole wizard from the grove spilled his drink in my hair when he was doing those explosive spells earlier.” You grimace. “Fucking tieflings, am I right?” You turn your head and wink at Karlach. She giggles cutely. “I think I should wash up before I turn in.” 

“Good idea. I might vomit in the morning if you smell like stale booze.” Karlach says. “Should hit the hay myself actually. Night, don’t let the owl bears bite!” Your large friend trots off to her tent as you make your way to the outskirts of the camp. 

Walking further away and letting the light of the fire completely disappear in your wake, you come upon the quiet banks of the calm river near camp. The waters were moving so slowly you could barely see which way the current was flowing if it weren’t for the few pieces of driftwood floating by. 

You begin to strip yourself of your blood stained and booze scented garb, folding it up neatly and placing it on the rocky, sandy bank of the river. Once completely bare, you slip off your sandals and enter the water. 

“Oooh!” You remark as the pleasantly temperate water glides across the tops of your feet. 

You move further into the river, dragging your fingers lazily across the water’s surface as you sink in past your waist. You feel both the grime and tension of the day wash away, letting out a contented sigh. Before you relax fully, your nose reminds you of the wine still lingering in your hair. 

You pull the ribbon from your sleek ponytail allowing your long hair to cascade freely down your back. You tread further into the river, bending backwards to dip the tips of your tresses into the fresh water. After wetting your hair, your bring it around to your front using your hands and begin to wring out the water along with the stench of spilled liquor. 

As you wash your hair, you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched…

— — 

Wyll sat up against a rocky cliff, bottle in hand, far away from the festivities of camp. He was still processing his recent transformation and cursing his damned patron six ways to Sunday. Moping around doesn’t help, of course, but he just couldn’t bring himself to partake in the revelry and hoopla of a party at a time like this. 

So there he sat. 

On the beach. 

The mixture of sand and rock wasn’t comfortable on his backside and he wasn’t enjoying the cragged surface of the cliff against his back, but the alcohol was bringing him further and further away from caring. 

With each swig he stared more intently at the slow moving river, trying to free his mind from his own current predicament. He hears the sands shifting far to his left and turns his head. He sees Tav approaching the river with a bit of a sway in her gait, clearly unaware of his presence. 

Wyll carefully crafts what to say to her in his head but before he could make himself known he’s stunned by what she does next. 

She swiftly rips her tunic over her head, revealing her bare torso. Before he could process the milky pink sight of her bare back in the moonlight, she slips her trousers down her legs. 

His gaze locks on to where her tail meets her backside, then immediately drop to the plump curve of her ass, now fully nude standing on the bank of the river. 

Wyll’s mind short circuits, unable to form a coherent thought, let alone speak up and alert Tav to his presence hidden by the rock face. His breathing quickens as he watches her wade comfortably into the river. She rinses her hair and pulls it over her breasts to wash it thoroughly. He can’t help but notice the tightness in his trousers. 

It was far too late to announce himself… he had been watching too long… 

— —

“I know you’re there.” You say in a sing-song voice as you finish rinsing the wine from your long hair. 

There’s a pregnant pause, followed by the sound of someone hurriedly rising to their feet on the beach. 

“I-I assure you I w-wasn’t-“ You hear Wyll’s anxious stutter and you smirk without turning around to face him. 

“What? Ogling me bathing?” You giggle as you continue to clean yourself in the refreshing water. 

“I would n-never! I should g-go-“ You notice his footsteps heading in the opposite direction. 

“Oh hush. Join me, will you? We’ve had quite the few days.” You comment. 

“J-join you?” 

You shoot Wyll a playful glance over your shoulder. 

“Why not? I’ll close my eyes. I promise I won’t peek at your blade of frontiers.” You can’t help but smirk again. 

Silence falls over the two of you again, the only sound being the gentle babbling of the river around you. 

“Unless you don’t want to-“ You begin.

“No! No no. I do. I will, just… give me a moment here…” He flounders with his words, but you were delighted by the sound of his clothes being removed and discarded to the bank of the river. You hear his rapier clatter to the pebbled ground followed by the sloshing of disturbed water behind you. 

You feel Wyll creep gingerly up to your side, leaving a comfortable distance between the two of you. You turn to face him, both now up past your waists in the water. 

The moonlight cast stark shadows on his face from his curled horns, but his newly glowing left eye met yours. Your gaze dipped a bit to his toned, reddened chest, heaving a bit as if he was nervous for some reason… 

“There you are.” You say with a kind smile. 

“At least you recognize me.” Wyll sighs. 

“Come now.” You coo as you step towards him, water rippling around your torso. “You’re still the same man I agreed to travel with, just a bit… hornier.” You smirk. 

“You have to say it like that?” Wyll can’t help but crack a smile. 

“I couldn’t resist!” You laugh. “I can’t assure that you’ll get used to them, I was born with mine. Invest in a few larger pillows for your bedroll and I promise you’ll forget you have them in no time.” 

“If you say so.” Wyll shakes his head and looks down, desperately trying not to gawk at your naked form so close to him now. 

You step even closer to him, raising your hands to softly run them along the ridges of his newly sprouted ram horns. 

“You’ve got quite a nice pair, you know.” You remark 

“So do you.” He responds. 

You cock your head in surprise and raise your brows. 

“Gods! Shit! The horns! Your horns I mean!” He stumbles over his words again, blushed face growing even more crimson. 

You can’t help but throw your head back and laugh, hands still touching his horns. 

“Aww, I was hoping you were referring to something else, Warlock.” You say with a playful lilt in your voice. You gently tug on the base of his horns to pull him tentatively closer to you. 

“I mean… those are lovely too…” He says, finally allowing himself to glance down to your breasts. “Better than the horns, if I may be so bold.” 

“You may.” You remark cheekily as you move closer to Wyll, bodies nearly touching now. You can’t help but notice the brush of velvety skin bobbing against your belly. 

He hums in contentment and there’s another brief silence between the two of you. 

Your eyes meet and you seize the quiet moment to push yourself up onto your toes and place a gentle, lingering kiss on Wyll’s lips. His body freezes and you keep yourself from moving further until you can gauge his response to your actions. 

After the initial shock of your advance wore off, Wyll eventually leans into your kiss and starts moving his mouth against yours. 

You prod your tongue into his mouth experimentally and he lets out a soft hum of approval before allowing your wet muscle to explore his. 

As your kiss grows hotter and more fervent, Wyll wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you flush against him. You bring your hands down from his horns to cup his face, thumbs soothingly stroking his cheeks as you kissed. 

“I want you.” You say as you pull back from the kiss breathlessly. Wyll’s eyes search yours for any sign of uncertainty, but he was met only with lust and desire. 

“You’re sure?” He asks to affirm. 

“Gods, yes. Take me.” You breath out. 

Without needing any more confirmation, Wyll uses his grip on your hips to hoist you up into his arms. You yelp a bit in surprise before instinctively wrap your legs around his torso. Wyll latches his lips onto your neck, still damp from washing your hair, and trudges out of the river with you in his arms. 

He gently lays you down on your back before leaning back to admire your nude body prone on the rocks and sand before him. The moonlight glittered across your form through the water droplets littering your skin and Wyll was entranced. 

“So beautiful, far more than I deserve.” He remarks as he takes in your figure. 

“Oh stop all that.” You chide up at him. “Enough of that talk and make love to me.” 

“As you wish.” Wyll smirks down at you before pushing your legs apart and slotting himself between them. He props himself up on his elbow while lining his aching member up with your entrance with his other arm. 

As his hot tip breeches your soaked hole, you sigh out in contentment. 

“Gods you’re tight…” Wyll remarks with a grunt as he pushes further into you. 

Once passing the initial resistance from the remnants of the river water at your entrance, Wyll’s cock is met with the slippery, hot, slickness of your inner walls that allows him to silde effortlessly into you with ease. He thrusts experimentally, getting you used to his intrusion, all while you whine and claw at his shoulders, wordlessly pleading with him to give to you harder and deeper. 

“Wyll, darling… more…” You plead with him as you crane your hips upward. 

Your newfound lover obliges and plows into you harder, grunting and letting out desperate little pants with each meeting of your hips against yours. 

“I’ll give you as much as you want, anything you ask-“ Wyll babbles as he continues fucking you with reckless abandon. 

Wyll angles himself so he can suckle at the delicate skin of your chest all while stimulating the sweetest spots inside you. 

“Oh gods, I’m.. so close!” You moan out into the starry sky above you, gripping the back of Wyll’s neck and using your other hand to dig your nails into the meat of his backside, pulling him impossibly deep.  

“Come on, I want to feel you…” Wyll pulls back from your chest and brings a hand to rub firm, concise circles on your clit without faltering his thrusts. “Let go on me…” 

“Aggh!” You moan out as you feel your dam breaking and pleasure cascades from your center all throughout your body. Your eyes roll back in your head and you feel your walls spasm around Wyll’s thick length. 

“I-I can’t last… not with you squeezing me like this…” Wyll manages to grunt out as his hips stutter against yours. “Where-“

“In me! Please!” You cry out, delirious in the throws your pleasure still. 

“I- Shit-Ah-“ A deep groan leaves Wyll’s plump lips as he grinds his pelvis into your own and you feel the warmth and pressure of his heavy load filling your insides. He meets his horned forehead with yours and you whimper. 

Wyll’s deep pants dust your face as you both come down from your highs. You smile and gently kiss his parted lips. 

“That was… incredible…” He finally musters the strength to say. 

“I’d have to agree.” You remark, placing another light kiss on his lips. You pull back to find him smiling at you. A genuine one, not the fake one he’d been wearing for the past few days, one of actual happiness and comfort.

But that was soon to be shattered. 

“Bravo, little one!” 

A shrill voice from the shadows breaks through the quiet intimacy of your shared moment. 

Wyll instinctively scoops your naked body up into his torso and shields you with his arms. 

“Really? Here?” Wyll angrily remarks. 

“Here? You mean everywhere. I’m always watching, pet.” Mizora materializes mere meters from where your nude forms were still joined at the hip. “And it looks like its rutting season for my little pup! How sweet.” 

“You’ve had enough fun, now go back to whatever stinking, foul hell you came from!” Wyll bites back at his patron. 

“Oh, don’t be so rude. This certainly won’t be the last your little girl-friend sees of me.” Mizora cackles. “Excellent showing, darlings. Ta-ta for now then, hopefully it’ll be a little longer next time!” 

Before Wyll has a chance to retort, the devil flutters back to the hells in a ring of fire and smoke. 

Wyll lets out a heavy sigh. 

“So… she’s going to watch… every time?” You ask, still seated on his lap at the river’s edge. 

“Until we can find a way to break the pact… unfortunately yes. I understand if you want this to be a one time situation, it’s-” 

“Hush.” You quiet him with another kiss. “We’ve better give her a good show then. She can watch all she wants.” You push Wyll onto his back, straddling him. “She’ll never be the one crying out from the pleasure you’re giving… if she’s jealous, that can’t be our fault, can it?” You say as you hover over him. 

“You little minx…” 

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