#baldurs gate minsc

When tracking down the Stone Lord you didn’t know what to expect at first. You definitely didn’t expect the legendary Minsc to be such a free-spirited buffoon.

It had been almost a month since finding Minsc and you found yourself being drawn to him. He wasn’t the smartest person in the room but he had an alluring charm to him, not to mention the fact that the man was incredibly attractive.

You weren’t sure whether it was pure lust or an actual desire to be his partner. Either way, you wanted to be closer to him but never put a foot forward to tell the man your desires.

That was the case until tonight.

You sat by Minsc a little bit away from camp. You could hear the chatter from your companions in the distance but not enough to make out any clear conversation.

It was quiet between you and Minsc. He watched the stars while you got lost in your own head, thinking about what it would be like to be with the man beside you. You felt a hint of shame. It felt wrong to think of a friend in that way, especially when they sat right beside you. But you did.

“Boo says that you seem troubled. Minsc is here for you, my friend, if you are,” Minsc says, pulling you from your thoughts.

“I’m fine. I just have a lot on my mind,” you say as you look up.

The night was a calm one, a welcome change to all the chaos that had been plaguing your life for months. The air is cool and the sky is illuminated with an infinite number of stars. You couldn’t help but think it would be the perfect night to kiss someone.

“Then we will tackle the problems of the mind, yes? The fewer thoughts, the fewer worries. Tell Minsc what is troubling you,” he says.

You look at him. The ranger is smiling, as he often does. His eyes are soft and caring. And his lips…gods, you wanted to taste them.

“I like you, Minsc.”

The words flow out of your mouth before you even realize you had spoken out loud. When it hits you, you begin to panic inside your mind. But the panic subsides when you realize Minsc doesn’t fully understand what you mean to begin with.

“Minsc likes you two. At this point, we are the best of friends. And how can one be friends with someone who they do not like? It makes no sense. So we like each other, so we are friends,” he rambles.

You chuckle a bit at his explanation of friendship but there’s a pull inside you that makes you speak. Whether it be from the heart or another place, you aren’t sure.

“Not like that, Minsc. I mean, yes, we are friends. But I want to be with you,” you say.

“Be with me? But you are already with me, yes?” he says, looking around confused.

You try your best not to roll your eyes. Gods, how did you fall for this man and why did you want him more now than ever?

“Minsc,” you put your hand on his shoulder, “I’m attracted to you. And I want to be more than friends,” you speak the words slowly and you can see it finally click inside his mind.

“Oh, you like Minsc…beyond companionship. I must admit, I am surprised,” he says.

“If you’re not interested, I understand. But I needed to get it off my chest,” you say.

Minsc nods and looks forward, thinking for a moment.

“I like you as well, my friend. If you want to be both Minsc’s friend and partner, he sees no problem with that,” he says.

“Wait, you like me too? You want to be with me?” you question.

“Of course, I can think of no one better than you to be with,” Minsc says smiling.

You smile before being pulled into a gentle kiss. It’s short and sweet but it sets a fire inside you ablaze. Minsc seems to pick up on this.

“I must be truthful, Minsc has never been in a true relationship. And it has been quite some time since he has partaken in….the activities of the bedroom. And when he did, well, he was reduced to a blushing maiden,” Minsc says.

“Are you saying that you’re shy?” you question.

“Very much so, yes. I may be a fearless ranger but matters of the bedroom are less easily pursued than villains,” he replies.

“I understand, Minsc. We don’t have to jump straight to sex. We did just get together after all. We don’t have to do it at all if you don’t want to. But I appreciate you telling me. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want or you’re not ready for. We can take it slow,” you say.

“And I am grateful,” he says.

And that’s exactly what you do. You and Minsc take your relationship slowly. It isn’t until after the Absolute is destroyed that the two of you get more physical.

It started off with just a kiss. It was a longer one, your simple way of saying, “I’m glad we’re alive and safe.” You thought it would end there but Minsc kisses you back harder than you expect. There is something hungry about it, something needy. He holds you as your lips move against each other, keeping you pressed against his chest.

The two of you are above the Elfsong Tavern. Most of your companions had gone their separate ways. Nobody was staying above the tavern anymore besides you and Minsc. So there was no one around and plenty of empty beds.

Minsc walked backwards, leading you with him. His lips separate from yours momentarily as he lies down, letting you get on top of him, straddling his waist with your legs.

You lean down, resting against his large body. You kiss him again, more passionately than the last. Minsc hums against your lips as he brings his hands to your waist, holding you gently.

“What’s gotten into you today, ranger?” you ask, pulling away to catch your breath.

“Minsc wants to be close to you. The world feels right when I am killing evil-doers or kissing you. And now that the big evil brain is gone, the only option is to kiss you. A perfect conclusion if Minsc has any opinion on the matter, which he does,” he says.

You giggle before pecking his lips with yours once again.

“Well, I’m glad you think that, Minsc. Although this is a little closer than I expected. Are you sure this is okay, big guy?” you ask, drawing patterns on his chest with your finger as you speak.

“I’m sure,” he says.

In between your legs, you can feel a hardness between your legs. You wiggle your hips against Minsc and his grip gets tighter in response.

“It feels like you’re sure. Did you get this worked up from kissing me?” you ask.

“It is a possibility. That thing has a mind of its own sometimes. Always popping up when Minsc thinks of you,” he says. The Stone Lord’s face is flushed, a rosy color spreading over his cheeks as he averts his gaze from your own.

“Minsc?”

“Yes?”

“May I try something with you? Not sex. Well, at least not fully. Something simple,” you ask.

“I would like that,” he says.

You smile before moving back towards his lips. As you kiss him you move your hips, grinding down on his erection through the layers of fabric. He’s fully hard and you can tell that his cock is proportional to the rest of him. The thought of being stretched out around him makes heat pool in your core as you rub against him.

He moans as you pull away from his lips. His fingers dig into you as you slide back and forth on top of him.

“Is this too much or do you want to keep going?” you ask.

“Yes…please. Keep going,” he says.

The fabric of your own pants is looser than his, thinner as well. As you move, his cock presses against the fabric just enough that it gives you an ample amount of friction for yourself as well. It’s intoxicating, the friction and the size of his cock only spurring you on, making you grind down harder.

The two of you kiss as you move your hips, moaning and whimpering into the other’s mouth, tongues occasionally meeting.

To your surprise, Minsc grabs hold of you and rolls you over. Whatever shyness he has isn’t present as he takes over.

His hands interlock with your own as he starts moving his own hips, thrusting his cock against you through your pants. His mouth stays on you, trailing down and leaving little marks on your neck.

“Ah, Minsc. Fuck…it feels so good,” you say.

You can hardly think and knowing Minsc, he definitely can’t. Both of you are panting and before long the constant grinding of his cock makes you reach your climax. Your body jerks as you’re pushed over the edge, grinding yourself against his tented erection in tandem with his thrusts.

“I…something is…I think I’m going to—“

He speaks in broken sentences before he’s cut off by a low moan coming from his mouth. He ruts against you until he cums in his pants, his pace slowing as he moves. He takes in a deep breath before leaning down, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. He crashes beside you and you can’t help but smile, tired but absolutely giddy at the same time.

“Minsc did not expect that to happen. But he is more than pleased that it did,” he says after the two of you take a moment to gather yourselves.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” you say.

“Maybe next time we do that without clothes, yes?” he asks.