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You slowly open your eyes as the hustle and bustle of the Lower City awakens your senses. Clearly morning, but you find your lover Astarion at your side, nestled under the blankets. Seldom do your sleeping and trance schedules match up — par for the course when your lover is a vampire spawn — but the mornings that they do are extra special. You look to him and gently brush a stray curl behind his ear before getting up to pull the shared datebook off the shelf. 

Neither of you are particularly good with the “planning” aspect that comes with a datebook, but it at least helps you keep track of whatever jobs you were hired for. You flip through the pages, finally landing on 19 Ches. Spring Equinox, I nearly forgot! The leaf in the corner of the page signifies the changing season, meaning the days would only get longer from here, leaving Astarion less time for his assassin hires, or “murdering the right people,” as he puts it. You flip through the past months, checking the timeline of everything that happened since you removed your tadpoles and moved in with Astarion. We saw everyone about a week ago, so that means…

As the unfortunate realization hits you, a familiar pair of cold hands slinks around your waist, and a chin rests on your shoulder. “Good morning, my sweet.” Astarion pecks your cheek, then peers over your shoulder. “Care to show me if we have anything planned for today?” He holds you closer, lowering his voice. “Because it has been six months, love.” 

You snap the datebook shut, trying to form words that wouldn’t immediately give away that you forgot that it was your anniversary. Your warm skin only makes Astarion’s touch all the more apparent, before he pulls away with a chuckle. “Relax, Tav. I’m sure anything you do will be fine.” He rinses the sleep from his eyes at the washbasin as you hurriedly get dressed. He smiles playfully, “That’s something to worry about once we’re married, and it’s grounds enough for divorce.”

“That’s if I agree to marry you in the first place!” You playfully stick your tongue out as you sling your satchel over her shoulder, but you don’t leave without giving Astarion a kiss. “I’m going to check for any happenings at the Elfsong. I’ve got a surprise when I get home before sundown, love. Happy anniversary!” You wave as the door slams shut, and he fondly waves back with a knowing smile before settling in with a book. Shit, he’s onto you.

The Lower City of Baldur’s Gate isn’t the most pristine of locales. Still, there was definitely an effort made with the number of floral arrangements hanging from balconies, merchant carts, and governmental buildings. You weave your way in and out of the streets and stalls, scanning for anything remotely romantic. You mutter to yourself, trying to keep your thoughts on track. “Alright. Flowers. They’re romantic, but not too outlandish. Roses are a good idea, but they don’t bloom until the summer. Tulips are a safe bet, I’m pretty sure.” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a stall decorated with flowers and a tapestry of lace. The woman running it looks young, her blonde hair tied into two loose braids as her pastel blue dress fits her curves. She smiles at you fondly, beckoning you over to browse her wares.

As you step closer, you notice how the stall is decorated with signs indicating, ‘Best gifts for new couples!’ and, ‘Sale today!’ An assortment of flower bouquets, brassieres, and carved crystal animals is all on display, and your eyes don’t know which one to look at. “Greetings!” the woman chirps, then motions to the sale signs. “If you buy today, I’ll throw in a free bouquet!” The cheerful tulips stand behind her, but the assortment of lingerie catches your attention. They’re primarily in lighter colors and decorated with flowers, which doesn’t strike you as something you or Astarion would particularly fancy. 

But tucked behind them, a shine of crimson and gold catches your eye. You gently take out the garment and unfold it in front of you, revealing a form-fitting bodysuit adorned with white ruffles and red ribbons, with smooth black leather and gold buttons paneling the front. A pin holds a matching bunny-eared headband with ribbons and detached puff sleeves and cuffs in place, and you can’t deny the thrill that rushes through you as you imagine yourself in it, especially with a vision of revealing it to Astarion. 

“Oh, a perfect choice!” The woman pokes her head out from behind where you held the bodysuit up. “And enchanted, too! It’ll make you shack up just like rabbits, if you’re not careful enough.”

You turn the garment over, looking for a tag. There’s none to be found, but the rest of the lingerie is marked at around 60 GP. “That sounds great and all, but… how much does this all cost? With the flowers and everything.” You think about what you have in your coin pouch, as you didn’t expect to spend all that much on a gift. But this has more uses than flowers that will end up wilting, I suppose, you wonder.

“Oh! It’s 200 GP.” You try to hide your grimace at the price, as it was certainly out of budget. You check your coin purse to be sure, and you have 175 GP, as you remember your earnings from yesterday.

“Oh, I really wish I could, but—”

The woman looks at you closely before her eyes light up. “Hey! I saw a photo of you in Baldur’s Mouth Gazette! You’re one of those folks who saved the city a while back!”

You try to hush her, not wanting to attract a crowd. “Yeah, that was me. What about it?”

“You really saved my family back there! We didn’t have time to flee the city, and we all thought we would be done for. I’ll let you take the lingerie and the flowers as a special thanks.”

“You sure?” The woman nods, a smile on her face.

“Of course!” You drop the gold into her hand, and she pushes the gifts into your arms. “Enjoy your day!” she says louder than she needs to be, and you’re on your merry way as you complete your other errands. 

When you arrive home, you hear Astarion sharpening his daggers from the floor above. He’s preoccupied, perfect! You slink into the bathroom to try on the lingerie, carefully unfolding it from the bag. You hold it up to your form and look in the mirror, blushing the whole time, but you have a realization. Did I check the size? It seems the bodysuit is made for a slimmer figure, which you didn’t fully notice in the hustle and bustle of the city. You try to stretch the material to see if it fits your front, and you were correct: it was indeed too small. Shit, what do I do now? I spent so much gold on it, and I don’t want to risk tearing it…

A thought comes to you, and you devilishly grin into the mirror. I do know who it can fit, though! You quietly cast Mending, and the gift bag ties itself back up, ribbons forming as if it never opened. You gather it and the tulips in your arms, making your way upstairs.

You softly knock on the door of your study, greeted with a “come in, dear.” Astarion turns to you and puts his dagger down, his face softening from his focused state. “Well, hello, lover.” He reaches underneath the desk, presenting you with a wooden box adorned with a crest, clearly from one of the leatherworkers in town, but you don’t remember which one. You put your presents for Astarion down to examine the box to try and guess what’s inside, shaking it gently. He huffs, “Just open it, for gods’ sake!”

You open the box, revealing a smooth, leather belt, almost as dark as the night sky. Attached to it is a matching sheath with an extended leather portion, engraved with a rising sun surrounded by constellations. Your eyes light up, and you hug the scabbard close. “Oh, Astarion, you shouldn’t have!”

“I saw how beat up your current one is on our last quest,” he remarks. “You are the sun to my stars, after all. I figured a new one could be of use.” He kisses you on the cheek again and rubs his thumb over it, and you place the scabbard back into the box for safekeeping. He eyes the presents placed on the desk mischievously, then looks at you. “Is this why you were in such a rush this morning?” he teases.

“Shut your mouth!” you retort, and Astarion laughs. “Be grateful I didn’t get you a bouquet of allium flowers by mistake.” You carefully hand him the tulips, avoiding crushing the flowers. He breathes in the aroma, allowing in the memories of his brief time in the sun that he shared with you.

“Oh, these are beautiful! Thank you, Tav. I suppose we’ll have to find a vase of some sort, then.” You were still slowly building up your home essentials and decor, and you hadn’t checked a vase off your list yet. Astarion then picks up the gift bag, gingerly unwrapping it. 

Taking each piece out one by one, a blush rushes to his face, and his ears twitch as he unravels the corseted bodysuit. He stammers for a moment, trying to put words together.

“Astarion, if it’s an issue, I can return it. I mean, the flowers came with it, so—”

“No, Tav. It’s alright.” He inhales, but the blush remains on his face. “This is a pleasant surprise. It’s not very often that I have the chance to wear,” he motions to the lingerie on his lap. “All this for you.” He lets out a breathy laugh. “You’ll have to do the favor of telling me how I look, though.”

You smile, helping him get the lingerie in his arm as he gets off the desk and saunters to the bedroom. “Always for you, my love. Just call for me if you need any help!”

“Of course.” Astarion shuts the door, and you wait in the hallway, trying to suppress any intense arousal at the thought of your lover dressed like a sultry rabbit to the best of your ability. Your hand lingers on your waist, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you try to help yourself.

Finally, a voice from behind the door. “Tav, a moment, dear!” You open the door, and you quietly gasp at the sight in front of you. Astarion has his back toward you, his thighs and ass clad in silk and lattice tights. The bodysuit and accessories shine near the candlelight, all fitting to his porcelain-pale skin. The back laces, however, remain untightened. “Could you help me?” The red satin ribbons are a contrast against the scars on his back, a reminder of his past, but also of everything you overcame.

You slowly tighten it with your hands, working from the middle out. Once you have enough to hold onto, you look at your lover. “Brace your arms against the bed. I’m going to pull on the count of three.” Astarion nods, his elbows and arms firmly lying on the bed. “One… Two… Three!” You yank tightly on the ties of the corset, cinching his waist in and forming an hourglass shape.

And Astarion, the man you love, who you went through the hells and back for, moans. Not quietly or demure, but loud like there wasn’t anyone else in the world who could hear. He slaps his hand over his mouth in surprise, blush rising to the tips of his ears. “Gods, Tav. I never expected that to happen. I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, no, it’s alright!” You laugh softly, pressing a kiss to his shoulder blade. “No need to apologize.” You pause for a moment. “You know, the merchant did say that it has some, ahem, fertility enchantments.”

You can practically hear Astarion roll his eyes. “Oh, please. People are just trying to make quick gold. They’ll lie about whatever they can to sell overpriced items during festival seasons.” He looks at you over his shoulder. “Besides, if I didn’t shoot blanks due to the nature of being a vampire, you surely would have been carrying our child by now.”

“That is true.” You step back from Astarion, giving him some space.

Your lover takes that as his cue, turning around to show you the full display of his outfit. He poses, cocking his hips slightly. The ruffles and golden embroidery suit him naturally, and you feel your pupils widen as your gaze leads to where his pecs peek out from underneath the large red ribbon in the center. He notices, and with a smirk, he shakes his ass to make the puffy, white rabbit tail bounce. “At a loss for words, darling?”

You gulp, nodding your head. “Y-yeah. You look, uh, good. Really good.” He chuckles, and as you marvel at the rest of his body, you notice how his bulge presses against the leather panel. He’s harder than you anticipated he would be, clearly enjoying the thrill of being dressed up just for you. You feel your own wetness dampen your smallclothes, inner walls clenching as Astarion circles around you.

“How about you get more comfortable, my sweet?” You nod, more fervently than you realized, and begin to slip out of your pants and top. Astarion slows your hands, undoing each button one at a time as the smooth satin brushes against you. Your smallclothes and bra drop to the ground, leaving you exposed. “Much better, love.” He leads you to the bed, spreading your legs open as you sit on the edge. 

He kneels, kissing up your calves to your thighs and nipping along the way with his fang, but careful enough not to draw blood. You gasp and whine with each sensitive kiss as he nears closer and closer to your core. Finally, he licks a long stripe up your lower folds, causing a low moan to escape your lips. His lips move to suck on your clit, pressing your bundle of nerves in just the right way.

Your eyes had fluttered shut, putting your weight on your arms behind you. “Oh, Astarion!” After a series of whines, your eyes open once more. But the sight that greets you stops you in your tracks, and you can’t help but burst into laughter.

Astarion pulls back with confusion on his face, not knowing why everything was suddenly so hilarious. “Tav? What in the hells has gotten into you?”

You catch your breath between guffaws. “It’s— It’s—” You finally get control of yourself, inhaling. “The rabbit ears! You were on the floor, and from my perspective, it was kinda like,” you motion with your hands, making bunny ears with your fingers and dancing them above your mound.

Astarion blinks twice before breaking into laughter. He doesn’t take as long to recover as you do, but he cups your cheeks with his hands and kisses all over your face. “You cheeky little pet! I can’t believe that that’s what got you to break.” He looks at your beet-red face, chuckling one more time. “I can take them off, if that’ll help.”

“No, keep them on! They’re cute, you know.” You still Astarion’s hand before he takes the headband off. “Perhaps a change in position, instead.” You lie on your back and put your arms above your head, signaling for Astarion to get on top.

“Of course, my love.” When Astarion moves the crotch of the bodysuit so his cock can spring free, it’s already leaking, and his tip is a bright red. He bites his lip as he gives it a few strokes, lining it up against your folds. You softly moan in unison, and Astarion’s pointed nails caress your inner thighs and stomach. “Gods, you feel as wonderful as always, my love.”

As Astarion slowly eases into you, you let out a long moan as he kisses up your body, timing each peck with a shallow thrust. The sensation makes you quiver with pleasure, even more so when he latches onto your nipple and sucks. “Ah! Astarion, please,” you beg.

Astarion glances up at you, those ruby eyes full of wanton mirth. “I’m only just getting started, dear.” With that, he increases the pace of his movements, his hips meeting yours as he sucks and nips on your chest.

Your moans grow in volume, and your hand reaches for Astarion’s hair as a tether to reality. “Fuck, stop being a tease! I know you want to just as much as I do.”

“And that is?”

“Bite me, Astarion.” With a low laugh, your lover sinks his fangs into your breast, right above where your beating heart lie. The familiar icy feeling, which over time became a source of pleasure, courses through you. Your heart pounds as you feel your blood course into him, and before he attempts to drain you dry like when you first met, you pull him off by the nape of his neck. 

His mouth frees with a pop, the last rivulets of blood dripping down his chin. He laps up any remaining wet crimson from your breasts. “Delectable as always, my darling.” With his energy restored, he pistons in and out of you with more power than you anticipated. He puts your legs against his chest, gripping your thighs as he leaves little bloody kiss marks on them. “That’s right, Tav. Clench around me.”

You can’t restrain your cries any longer as your back arches in pleasure, your inner walls fluttering against his length. “Astarion! Fuck me, please!” You babble as you get lost in the pleasure, needing his cock to fill you to the brim.

“Come for me, my love.” As if his words were magic, the hard thrusts against your cervix push you over the edge. With a keen of his name, you reach your climax and clench around Astarion’s dick.

It’s enough for him, too, as he presses into you and fills you to the brim. As he softens, the two of you gaze into each other’s eyes and catch your breath. You reach up to kiss him before he pulls out, tenderly brushing his cheek with your thumb. He heads to the door, turning to you before he opens it. “I’ll be right back, darling. Let me just get some cloths so we can wash up.” A few minutes later, he returns as promised, helping to clean his spend out of you and gently washing the blood off with some soap. You do the same for him, and he chuckles as you clean the dried blood off his chin like a doting grandmother.

“I suppose I, ah, should get all of this off before we get into bed, love.” You agree, helping to loosen the corset laces as he takes each accessory off and gently places it to the side. Once the lingerie is folded and put away in the dresser, Astarion takes you into his arms under the blankets. “That was certainly a surprise. Thank you, Tav.”

You nuzzle into Astarion’s chest, holding him close. “You’re very welcome. Happy anniversary, dear.”

“Happy anniversary.” Astarion blows the candle out, and you doze off feeling loved.

 • • • • • •

You awake to the sound of inexperienced bards outside below, and you stumble out of bed. Astarion follows, disgruntled by the racket. “Gods, could they pick any other spot to perform in? If you could even call it a performance.”

“It’s Greengrass, my love.” You pick up your datebook and flip through the notes. “Huh, I just realized it’s been a while since my last moonblood. You don’t think I should see a cleric, do you?”

Before Astarion covers his ears with the pillows, he pauses for a moment. His eyes go wide. “Oh shit.”

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The tentacled imprisonment of the Battleship Condescension holds you firmly in place, preventing you from fleeing or otherwise squirming away from the Empress. “ya betta take this like a good slave” she taunts. You feel her tentabulge squirm against your ass, writhing around to find your entrance. “or there’s gonna be an even worse ending”

Without any other warning, she slams her tentabulge into your unwilling hole, making you scream out with pain. It searches through your inside, finding your most pleasurable spot to cause your arousal and shame. “P-please, no! I promise I’ll do anything else!”

“too late for that, beach” She thrusts harder, hitting that bundle of nerves that makes you moan in lust. 

You feel the heat rise through your body as she pounds you, humiliation overwhelming. God, why am I into this? Any coherent thoughts of denial are pushed out as you lose your sense of self, subservient to The Condesce’s power and prowess. Her tentabulge thrusts into you over and over, causing you to cry out louder each time. Before you can even register it, you’re approaching your climax. The Condesce snaps her fingers, and an Imperial Drone approaches and places a bucket underneath your hole, surely to catch any leftover genetic material when she reaches her own orgasm.

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“Oh, why yes. All those posters must get delivered on time. Who wouldn’t want more of me after a tour stop?” Mettaton paces around his office, arms extending to flip through his planner book. 

As the merchandise representative drones on about deadlines and estimates, your android boyfriend looks over to your flushed form. Arms bound to the handcuffs hanging off the door, and a dildo relentlessly thrusting in and out of you, made you look like a porn star in your state. You swallow back your moans, but small gasps and whines break through your wanton lips. “Metta… Please…” you quietly gasp. Your breath hitches in your lungs, unsure of how much more you can take.

Mettaton mutes his end of the phone, his branded charms jingling as he places it on speaker phone on his desk. The other man’s voice comes out crackly, unaware of the debauchery on the other end. Striding toward you, the robot retrieves a gag from a hidden drawer, locking the sparkly pink pleather around your head and stuffing the black ball in your mouth to shut you up. “Much better, darling.” He mock-dusts off his hands before making the machine fuck you faster and picking the phone back up.

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Karlach does a full circle around the suspended and immobile drow, nonchalantly enjoying her ropework. Kaede’s arms and legs were carefully bent and tied behind her, giving the tiefling a perfect view of her dripping cunt and tits. “Man, you look real fuckin’ nice like this.” Karlach kneels to give Kaede’s breasts two even slaps, causing her to moan. “But don’t worry. I’ll take my time making sure you feel as good as you can, babe.”

Karlach pulls Kaede’s white ponytail, angling her face up to her line of sight. “You promise?” she teasingly asks, a glimmer in her eye.

The tiefling chuckles, then pulls her hair again to nuzzle her face against her bulge. “Yeah, I promise, alright.” Kaede kisses Karlach’s length through her trousers, feeling the heat radiating off of her. Karlach bites her lip, trying to hold back a moan as she undoes the ties holding it together. She exhales as her cock frees, her breath coming out as a low moan. Karlach pushes it against Kaede’s lips, the drow takes her full length into her mouth, preparing for the event ahead of time. “Yeah, that’s it,” she hisses as she begins to thrust into her face.

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Astarion pistoned in and out of Tavilina’s cunt, growling as he kissed where her pulse lay on her neck. “We’re both close, love. Come for me, clench around my cock.”

Astarion’s lustful command pushed the half-elf over the edge, her release washing over her like the waves of the sea. “Astariooooon!” She cried out his name as her back arched, but he didn’t relent. His orgasm was still further away than hers, and his pleasure made Tavilina’s even stronger. “Oh, gods, ‘Star! If you don’t stop, I’m gonna—!” His relentless thrusting pushed Tavilina over the edge once more, squirt pouring out from her glands and onto Astarion and herself. The tightness finally gave Astarion his release, pouring his seed into his new wife.

The vampire stopped, gently pulling his softening cock out of Tavilina. She’d never had an orgasm this intense in all the time they’ve been together. “Are you alright, darling?” He gently tilted her head up and kissed her forehead, caressing her cheek.

“Yeah, I’m good.” She shifts, noticing the large wet spot in the sheets, which causes her to blush. “Guess this is one way to break in the new bed!” she laughs. Astarion laughs with her, resting his hand on her abdomen in affection.

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From your position in the dirt near the campfire on your hands and knees, it’s hard to tell which of your companions is touching you, not that you disliked it. Being passed around like rolled hemp leaf was your idea, and the others enthusiastically agreed. After all, their fearless leader deserved a reward.

Your thoughts are broken by a harsh tug on your hair, pulling your eyes up to Shadowheart’s cunt. “I think it’s time to give you a proper taste.” You obey the half-elf, moaning into her mound as Wyll fucks you from behind. The scent and taste of her fills your senses, a mixture of florals and dark berries. As you suckle on her clit, you feel a hand reach for your cocklet. Your moans turn louder and more carnal as you realize Astarion — his claw-like nails are unmistakable — rubs and pulls your clit with fervor.

With each moment, each cock and cunt and touch, you unravel further and further, your core bursting with pleasure. “He’s close, I can tell,” Wyll gasps out, thrusting into you at a breakneck pace as he chases his climax.

Once Shadowheart steps away, Karlach sticks her fingers into your mouth, wetting them for surely another wanted intrusion. “Be a good boy and cum for us.”

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“Observe closely, wizard. If the lack of screams of pleasure from your former tent is anything to go by, you have little knowledge of how to please a woman properly.” Minthara smirks at Gale from the loveseat across from you, then gets to her knees in front of you. You can’t help but notice the deep flush that covers his face, betraying his uncomfortable expression.

The drow begins by spreading your thighs apart, kissing the sensitive inner skin. She nips here and there with her teeth, causing squeaks of pleasure to escape your lips. “Oh, that feels so-” your words of praise are cut short by Minthara making her way to your clit, sucking it diligently and licking a stripe up your cunt. You moan loudly and wantonly, as she had the technique that only women of Menzoberranzan nobility knew.

Tangling your hands in Minthara’s hair, you throw your head back, but not before getting a glance at Gale. He began touching himself already, ordered that he was only to do so, and that you were off-limits to him, or at least for the time being. You couldn’t help but find it exhilarating to have him at the whims of your and Minthara’s control.

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Your face burns with heat as your gaze meets with your female companions. From behind, Astarion yanks your trousers down, exposing your damp hole to the cold night air. Blood rushes to your complexion once more, and you wish you had the ability to hide your face. “My, my. I’d never think that our fearless leader would be so interested in some old wood along the road.” Astarion knocks the top edge of the pillory for emphasis and drags his cold fingers along your lower lips. “Shall we indulge his wishes?”

Shadowheart smirks. “I think so.” She approaches you, bending down to match your eyesight, which is humiliating in and of itself. “I’ve heard your little trysts with Astarion. You’re such a little slut, practically begging for him to bite you.”

You attempt to rub your legs together to give more friction than Astarion was providing, but he quickly spreads your legs apart, exposing your dripping arousal.

“Well, look at that!” Karlach squats down and draws a clawed finger against your sex. “You’re more of a freak than I gave you credit for.” She spanks it with the palm of her hand, causing you to yelp.

Lae’zel comes to you next, testing the limitations of your bondage by tugging your hair. “Chk. Perhaps this is the reason why you’ve been missing your enemies more often. Too distracted by your human desires.” She slaps you across the cheek, and you can’t do anything but moan.

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Astarion pulls on the chain connected to your ornate, leather collar, yanking you from your spot on the bed of your chambers, where you were locked for the past several tendays. You cry out, but your famished state prevents you from fighting back. Not that a fuller meal would help, as your bond with Astarion prevented even the slightest of rebuttal. “Astarion, please! I promise I won’t do anything like it again. I was just—”

The Vampire Ascendant slaps the part of your cheek that wasn’t barricaded by the muzzle he confined your mouth in. You recoil, giving him time to slice the palm of his hand with a dagger that was concealed from underneath his ornate doublet. His hot blood begins to stream from his skin, and you desperately hold your mouth open underneath to catch the liquid life. He scowls at your pathetic display, as most of it stains your chest with sticky, red lines.

“This is what disobedience earns you, my pet. Refusing a meal that I specifically hunted for you is a waste of my time and my care for you.” The blood slows into drips, pitter-pattering against your skin, before it subsides completely. “Consider yourself lucky that I still harbor enough affection not to give you the scraps that the rest of the servants receive.” He wipes his hand off on a handkerchief, then heads for the door. “After all, you are still my consort.”

He gives you a sinister smile, and the door locks shut.

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“Open up, soldier.” Karlach pressed her thumb against Kaede’s lips, parting them slightly. Kaede obeyed, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. “Good girl. Gonna suck your Mama K off nice and well?” Kaede nodded, causing a pleased smile to dance on Karlach’s lips. “C’mon, then.”

Karlach pulled her trousers down just enough to free her cock, and it sprang free in front of the drow’s face. The latter got to work, pushing her ponytail off her shoulders as she suckled at the tiefling’s tip. “Oh, fuck! That’s it, do what Mama K taught you.” She thrust shallowly into Kaede’s mouth, matching the pace of her tongue.

The tiefling looked down at Kaede with adoration and lust, observing her practiced ministrations. Karlach felt her core bubble stronger with pleasure and attempted to bite back a loud moan. Before her release could approach, she pulled Kaede off of her with the tug of her ponytail. Kaede looked up at her with glassy eyes, a string of spit that was adhered to Karlach’s member now dripping down her lip. “You took that so well, soldier!” She affectionately rubbed the saliva away with the pad of her thumb, then cupped Kaede’s cheek. “How about we do something more?”

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Astarion’s hand snakes around to Karlach’s mouth, desperately concealing her moans. The tiefling, finally repaired and able to touch, doesn’t expect her freedom from celibacy to be this good — this intense. Lying on her stomach on the worn bedroll of Astarion’s tent, her mind swarms with pleasure as she struggles to keep gasps and whines from leaving her lips.

“Shhh, darling. I doubt the entire camp wants to hear our — gasp — little lovemaking,” the vampire whispers into Karlach’s ear, holding her hips steady with his other hand as he thrusts in and out of her.

“S-sorry, fangs. You just feel so— fuck!” Karlach bites back another moan as her cunt flutters around Astarion’s cock, nearing her climax with each piston of Astarion’s hips. Her infernal engine glows bright blue, tinting the irises of her eyes and the locks of her hair. Her flames hotter and hotter by the second, but she trusts her lover with her life. Gods, if I burned up right about now, isn’t that a way to go? Karlach muses in the fleeting moment she has a coherent thought.

“I can tell you’re close, dear.” Astarion adjusts his positioning, hitting her G-spot directly. “Now, cum for me.”

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A face — your face — hung upside-down over the edge of the bed of Raphael’s boudoir, Haarlep taking full advantage of your tryst with the incubus. Raphael knelt above them, scarlet skin contrasting against your complexion as he thrust in and out at an inescapable pace. You could feel every inch inside of your cunt, the phantom touch of ridges and infernal heat filling you up. 

All you could think to do was shut your eyes, but even then, your body betrayed you. “Come now, little mouse. Are you not enjoying the show?” Raphael mocked you, watching how your body twitched and arched from where your legs were bound and spread to the seat of the ornate wooden chair. 

“I rather think you are. Right…” 

Pleasure brewed inside your core, to the point where denying it was no use. Your wetness had formed a damp spot on your trousers, clearly visible to both Raphael and his personal plaything. Haarlep moaned louder and louder, and gods, did you actually sound like that? You try not to think too hard about it.

“About…”

You were so close, teetering on that precipice of sweet release. Your mind desperately wanted to hold off, to have some sense of self-preservation and respect. But your body betrayed you, no matter how hard you fought.

“Now.”

Your orgasm tore through you all at once, your cries harmonizing with Haarlep’s imitation. Your body spasmed in its restraints, ecstasy coursing through your nerves.

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“I could return your precious goddess, sky child. But only upon one, sole condition.” Ghirahim circled Link, eyeing him like a falcon does its prey. “Every ounce of pain, every scream drawn from your throat, is mine to inflict.” His gloved hand traces around the Hylian’s throat, the threat hanging in the air. “Otherwise, her divine soul is mine to keep, and my Master shall be revived once more!” Ghirahim strides in front of Link, summoning an image of Zelda with a flurry of diamonds. “So, what will it be, boy?”

• • • • • • • 

Ghirahim straddled Link’s chest, the latter’s heart pounding in his chest as the Demon Lord drew his dagger and agonizingly trailed it down the center of his tunic. Cloth and mail fell to his sides, the blade sharper than humanly possible. (Of course, Ghirahim would use nothing less.) “Oh, but there’s no need to tremble like a lost little child, boy. You’re under my complete control now.” The dagger shifted from his navel, and Ghirahim elegantly twisted it in his hands before staking it into the ground mere centimeters from Link’s neck. “After all,” Ghirahim leaned in close, his breath ghosting over Link’s ears. “This is what you asked for.”

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Kaede runs her calloused hands over Wyll’s horns, slate grey skin against ridged, curling bone. She guides his eyes to where she sat riding him, looking at him with both adoration and authority. “You’re being so well, my love.” Her hand drifts to his cheek, caressing him. “I can feel your cock pulsing, ready to fill me with your seed.” As she praises him, the drow increases the already relentless pace of her hips, helping to push him to the edge.

“Gods, Kaede. I don’t think I’ll be able to last much longer,” Wyll pants as he matches his wife’s riding, feeling as if he were about to burst.

“Then breed me, Wyll. Fill me with your semen and let me bear your child.” Her ruby eyes lock with his, her command finally helping the warlock reach the point of no return. He moans her name as he comes, his fluid filling her fertile womb. She continues to ride him as he empties into her, only stopping him when he twitches from overwhelming pleasure. Kaede slowly gets off of him and kisses his forehead. “You did wonderfully,” she happily sighs. Wyll simply smiles back, holding her hand against her chest.

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