#drabblin

Tav nestled back against Halsin's chest happily laid back, both of them relaxed, in the nude, enjoying quiet cuddling time together. A few salacious touches here and there maybe, but nothing really goes too far, they're just idle tracing of curves and dips, along lengths or folds that simply add to their growth warmth.

Then Karlach nestles her way into the cuddles session, infernal engine thrumming at a peaceful speed, adding to the warmth. Tav notices she's gotten more used to the "strap" she'd had made, that it's affixed to her more often than not, just like it is now.

All those subtle touches from Halsin has worn them down, and now that Karlach's heat is present, now that she's none too subtly rubbing against them and pressing them back against Halsin, Tav can hardly stand it.

Halsin can feel the same they shift in his lap now, how aroused they're getting, so he gently guides their legs apart, spreading Tav open for Karlach to see, to see how painfully hard or blissfully wet the idea of them both being there has made their lover. She takes pride in it every time, that Tav is so turned on by her and Halsin.

He would start with one copy, just to test the waters, and of course Tav is into it. More Gale? Yes please. He does a few tests to adjust how the Weave connects him to the copy, starting so arduously slow, getting caught up in the study of it, as Gale often does. Tav calls for Gale a few times, maybe giggling a little because he's having the copy get a little extra *handsy*, for research, of course.

Gale gives Tav a few kisses to their forehead before moving away to let the copy do the same. He can feel the sensation on his lips, the taste of their skin, he's figured it out because of course he has. What kind of archmage would he be if he couldn't do that?

So he proposes the idea of Tav being with the Simulacrum. He wants to see how it would feel, and while Tav and Gale have developed such an obsession with each other so much that being apart is painful, he wants to try and be a little adventurous, maybe it will give them something new?

Tav is a little hesitant maybe, but they give it a try, because Gale makes the Simulacrum so realistic that it feels just like him. It starts slow, with a few chaste kisses to get used to the ebb and flow of the Weave against their skin and their lips, Gale getting comfortable nearby just in case it gets to be too much.

Chaste kisses turn into slow, languid ones that have Gale fidgeting. He can see Tav's reactions, feels everything he can see, tastes it. Every inch of their skin the copy touches he can feel on his palms, every slide of Tav's hands on the Simulacrum he can feel.

It's maddening, and he loves it.

Tav can feel the Weave pulsing along their skin, mixing with the scent and heat and weight that matches Gale's perfectly. It's like just being with Gale, so they fall into it easier than they had expected to.

Clothes start to be shed, Gale doing the same even though he's not technically involved. It feels better, because he currently feels like he's on fire. Every one of Tav's noises against the Simulacrum's mouth feels like he's the one experiencing it. It feels odd, but it does something for him, clearly, because he is hard.

Once the Simulacrum starts to go further, once Tav starts to encourage it, naked and writhing and lost to the way the Weave feels everywhere outside their body, they suddenly ask for it inside.

Gale and the Simulacrum are at full length in a heartbeat, and Gale gives the silent command to go ahead, to try and go further. And by the gods is it so unlike anything they have ever done.

Tav can feel the literal Weave inside them, mixed with the warmth of Gale's weight, and as that magic copy of Gale takes them with Gale's usual vigor, they fall into how they usually move with him.

Meanwhile Gale is losing his mind. He can feel the phantom tightness around his cock, he can feel every movement they make, every breath they let out, their skin on his in every way. He doesn't even touch himself, he's already leaking, panting, desperate for release. He takes it as far as he can stand, until Tav calls for him, the real him, and Gale is on them in an instant, dismissing the copy and eagerly sinking into Tav in its place.

It's anything but their usual pace, both of them chasing a release they were fighting back because it wasn't with the other, but when they do hit their climaxes it's harder than they ever have before. They're both ragged, exhausted messes after, the aftercare is sublime for them both.

Aerdir gets Halsin very meticulously stripped, laying his armor out, grumbling the whole time about how gross he smells, makes him get into the water but Halsin doesn't complain in the slightest. He likes the attention, thinks it's cute how upset Aerdir is that he smells "not like Halsin".

He gets an equally meticulous bath, Aerdir scrubbing and combing out all of the blood and viscera and there's so much of it. Once he's done he has Halsin get out so he can wash his armor off, and Halsin just smiles and gives Aerdir a little kiss before making his way outside the Secluded Chamber to that sunny spot all by itself that's just a short climb away.

Once Aerdir is satisfied with Halsin's armor he follows, finds Halsin in all his naked glory just drying off in the sun. Aerdir's tail gives a little flick at the sight, helping himself to covering Halsin with his body and nuzzling into his neck.

"Still don't smell right..."

Halsin just laughs, but he isn't laughing long because Aerdir moves away from his neck and goes straight between his thighs, burying his face in a mound of hair and pure, unbridled Halsin. No amount of blood or gore can change that, and Aerdir mumbles out a little "that's better" before going further, nudging his nose in and lazily eating Halsin out like it's the first real meal he's had in a tenday.

Eventually the sun, along with all the very pleasant attention, starts to make Halsin sweat, Aerdir pulls away from him to kiss and nuzzles at every single sweaty fold and plane of skin before finally ending up nuzzling into Halsin's neck again with a content little hum of, "There, much better."

It was a rather common occurrence at this point in their relationship, Zevlor jolting awake in the middle of the night, drenched in a cold sweat. No small feat for a tiefling most assuredly. Tonight was just like the others, but it was... more intense.

It seems the nightmares had been a little too close to home this time.

Not some vague "what if" regarding the long since defeated Absolute, not some deep-seated regret based on his broken oath or the people he lost to get here, to this peace and tranquility he would have once thought he'd never deserved.

No, this nightmare...

This was about his partner, the beautiful, most perfect person in his life, laying right next to him. They were curled into his side when he had jolted awake, and once he sat up, panting, trembling from the horrific scene his mind had conjured up, they sat up with him.

Their voice was thick with sleep, grumbly but far from upset, their arms around Zevlor in an instant. "Zev...? What is it?"

Zevlor shudders as the residual dredges of the nightmare melt away with his partner's embrace, his hands grasping at their arms, desperate to ensure that they're real. That they're here with him. He doesn't answer, he doesn't want to relive that nightmare.

That worst case scenario where his beloved is gone. Forever. And he was the cause.

Another shuddering breath leaves Zevlor, and his partner's arms tighten around him, slowly, steadily. One of their hands rubbing at his arm, the other running through his hair, along his horns, everywhere they can find purchase. Anywhere they can touch, to make Zevlor certain that they're here.

They're still here. Still alive. Still by his side.

Neither of them speak, but Zevlor's breathing starts to slow. His heart starts to calm, his mind clear with his partner's gentle touches. Eventually he slumps down a little, relaxing just a touch, leaning into his partner's arms.

The world starts to come back into focus as their hands turn Zevlor's face toward them, leaning in to shower the tiefling in tender kisses. Along his cheek bones, his jaw, even on his nose. His chin, forehead, gods they even kiss his ears, sending Zevlor into a quiet fit of laughter, as he wraps his arms around his partner as well.

Their laughter follows his own as they settle back onto the bed again, wrapped in each other's arms. Zevlor traces a single clawed finger along the side of their face, their smile as radiant as the sun that still has a few hours to rise.

"I'm so glad you're still here, my love," he whispers, voice thick with tears he hadn't needed to shed, because of them.

"Always, and forever, my love." His partner smiles, leaning their head against Zevlor's chest, just to listen to his heartbeat finally slow, lulling back to sleep.

Gale and Tav have a discuss purposeful misgendering as like, a way to help Tav get over his dysphoria, and Gale is pretty hesitant, because he's asking Gale to call him a woman essentially, but Tav assures him that because Gale is the one doing it, it'll be okay

So when they start it's a little silly, because Gale keeps saying things like "sweet boy", his "gorgeous husband" and Tav keeps giggling and reminding him to say "girl" or "wife" and Gale just whines about it

He doesn't want to call Tav those things, but he promises to try

Once they get a little more into it, Gale pressing his fingers into Tav, Tav lets out a rather high pitched moan and Gale lets a soft "good girl" slip out, they both freeze for a second

Gale looks up at Tav who just nods and Gale keeps going, when another moan drifts out and Gale presses in further, calling Tav his good girl again, Tav starts to move his hips against Gale's hand even more

Gale starts to get a little more into it, falling into it more naturally, letting the words come out a little more easily, just steady praise while Tav rides his fingers

Then it goes a little further, kissing underneath Tav's chest and drifting a little into degradation, how Gale could change Tav's body if he wanted, he knows a few spells that could do it but he "loves his beautiful wife the way they are", Tav could never change himself to fit the "image of a man"

And it.. doesn't turn Tav off at all, he pulls Gale's face even closer, moves with more vigor until Gale can't hold back anymore

One thing leads to another, Gale is rutting himself against Tav's clit calling him his "sweet girl, your little femme cock feels so good, but I can't wait to put my child in you" and Tav absolutely loses it, and once they start to go at like they usually do Gale melts back into constant praises of "good boy, very good, that's it good boy, you handled that so well"

I imagine it starts really simple, maybe Tav finds a gift and a note from one of them (probably Dammon, because he had to get to the forge) does a groggy little smile but realizes everyone has their own thing going on and they hadn't had the chance to even see any of them before they head out.... Unusual.... Tav is always greeted by at least one of them, and today of all days they all just left? Curious.

The gift is something Dammon made (or so it says) and while Tav is mulling over their partners' unusual behaviors they open the box to find the single most unusual gift a weaponsmith/armorer cause have ever made. They can certainly wear it, and in fact as punishment for leaving Tav by themself for their day, they're definitely wearing it.

Turns out that's exactly what the scheming bastards wanted. They know them too well. So Tav has the most form hugging, body finery on, talking thin chains embellished with jewelry, covering parts of the body in swathes, some of it singular, looser chains. Bracelet like cuffs, necklace like collar, loose hoops at the waist, clearly something that was measured for and crafted meticulously.

Cheeky bastards.

The lot of them come home at the same time, all from their respective tasks, half expecting a whining Tav to be waiting for them. And they are, but their whining to themself.

They find Tav in their room, mouth covered with one hand, the other buried in themself, the chains of the finery making the absolute sweetest tinkling noises as they get lost in their own ministrations (they'd been at it a while) to the point they hardly notice they've got an audience.

A very enraptured audience.

They're all practically salivating at the sight (even Dammon who's still the shyest of the lot) and then Tav gasps on calls a name, and it's clear they're aware they're being watched.

It doesn't matter who gets called first, but just for the sake of teasing the lot, say it's Dammon. He's equal parts flustered and absolutely ready for it, especially with all the time he took to make that finery. He gets to enjoy it first, and it is torture for the others. Watching Dammon, their sweet sweet Dammon climb over Tav and replace their fingers with his tail, Tav slowly working his clothes off, and once he's bear in all his glory and fucking Tav on his tail the other three slowly snap.

They'd had a plan, and it still works out but gods is it hard to break these two up. Tav has their fingers buried into Dammon's cunt and they're working him just as hard is he is them with his tail. They're both all shaky breaths and messy kisses and giddy little smiles at how pretty the finery is and how grateful Tav is for their present.

They both hit a climax before the other three make a move and gods is Tav petty about it. "If this is going to be my gift from you guys it had better be good, Dammon is the only one who thought about me!" They know it isn't true and Tav doesn't really mean it but it does get them into motion a little faster.

Dammon and Tav are panting and spent so it's no hard task to move them about, Halsin slipping underneath Tav because he's always their favorite napping spot, moving them away from Dammon to lavish them in kisses all along their face and neck, along the collar/necklace of the finery. Tav buries their face in his neck while Karlach slips into place with a little help from Zevlor, who is very into this actually. She settles underneath Tav, the perfect spot to have them in her mouth while Halsin keeps them steady over her, his hands all but engulfing Tav's hips.

Karlach makes sure she does it slow, matching the pace Halsin had been kissing Tav at, relishing the taste of their climax from Dammon who is currently cuddled beside Halsin and covering Tav in more kisses while they're nestled into Halsin's chest. Zevlor is (as always) very careful when he gets himself ready, and once he is Karlach removes herself (very reluctantly) so that Zevlor can push himself into Tav without risking hurting either of them.

Tav comes on the spot because gods he's so big they always forget how big, and the over sensitivity hits them like a brick to the chest. That doesn't stop him though, because they're all getting their fair turn.

Zevlor has Tav pressed against Halsin so tight, fucked into them so deep, so quickly, that they're already blissfully incoherent, it doesn't take long for Zevlor to come from both the spectacle they'd watched with Dammon and how Tav is punch-drunkenly begging for his cock. He gets all of it in, knot included, pressing reverent kisses all of Tav's back, cooing at them for being so good, for taking him so well, for taking their birthday gift so well, even though Tav is drooling incoherent mess already.

No rest for the wicked though because the second Zevlor slips out and Tav had a much needed break (cleanup and water, so much water), Karlach has them flipped over, back to Halsin's chest, legs wide and her strap easing into Tav like a fiend taking her prize. She's slower than Zevlor had been, but to let Tav breathe and take it in, between her and Zevlor the ridges were driving Tav crazy. Halsin is certainly not helping, keeping Tav's thighs in his hands, legs spread and on display as Karlach fucks them so slow. She edges them for a little while before relenting and fucking them proper, not quite as feral as Zevlor had but the enthusiasm is just as unmatched, praising Tav for being so good for Mama K and that has them coming on the spot, their vision spotting a bit because gods how many times was that now?

Karlach slips away after they come again, praise and kisses and more tender care until Tav recoup enough for the last, but it's not another round, no it's definitely the cool down before they all rest. Halsin takes all the finery off, gently sets it aside, gives Tav all the sweetest kisses in the world, and then Tav goes to one of their favorite spots in the whole world. Right between Halsin's legs, slick, wet and hot from having bore witness to Tav getting absolutely ravaged by the others. Tav wastes zero time getting him off, it doesn't take much considering he was close to coming untouched just as the spectacle, sucking on his fat clit and then licking every last bit of him clean. Tav stays there after, slow fucking his cunt with their tongue and letting the oral fixation come into play, and when they eventually pull another orgasm out of him, they pull back and call it quits.

Then it's just the most massive cuddle pile, Tav on top of Halsin, Dammon curled up close, Karlach behind Dammon and Zevlor on Halsin's other side. Every tiefling tail is wrapped around some part of Tav and they all give them sweet little kisses until they fall asleep wishing them a happy birthday.