#bloodfire

I gotchuuuuu!!! Thankyou, anon!

Again and Again

NSFW 18+

CW: breeding kink

“I want another one.”

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

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

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

His live was happy. Perfect.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The combinations of their features. Dozens. Millions.

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

“Astarion, we should talk before…”

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

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

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

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

“Yes. Yes.”

Rip. Rip. Rip. Rip.

Off with the clothes.

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

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

“Oh! So demanding. Who am I to…”

The Elf thrusted in, his face between her boobs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M-mhm!”

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

“Mhm!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!”

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

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

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

“I promise!”

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

“Yeah! Yeah! Please! Please!”

“Then—!”

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

“Here you go!”

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

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

“Girl or boy?,” he asked.

“If a girl…”

“We will name her Karlach.”

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

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

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

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

“And a boy?”

“…hm. Haalaari-Constantine.”

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

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

“Yes. Boy or girl.”

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

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