#eldritch writes

This was one of the most unexpected things that could’ve ever happened to you. Nothing could have possibly prepared you for such an outcome, yet you didn’t complain, because this is, perhaps, the greatest outcome you could’ve wished for.

It was a weekend, and right now you were sitting in the embrace of an eldritch god, who was known through a certain book and stageplay by many as the King in Yellow… Hastur himself… He was gently caressing your back and giving you gentle scratches, purring as you massaged his chest. It all happened so strangely- You found the book, but despite knowing that it will drive you insane you still read it, your curiosity was eating at you. Yet even after the second chapter you still felt fine, you were fascinated with what you’ve read! The true meaning of life, the meaning behind the humankind… It shocked and maybe scared you a bit, but nothing really drove you insane. After this you did get a bit obsessive though, making one of your rooms into a small shrine to show your appreciation to the King, sacrificing him food and some cute things like plushies, cozy blankets. You didn’t dare to gift monetary things or jewelry; you knew the King does not wear a crown or fancy rich gifts…

After some time you found one of his belongings… a cute handmade pin with his symbol on it… You took it with you and added to your shrine, but you possessing it now made the King come over to you personally. He stood in the middle of your room, looming over you, obviously being so much taller than an average human being. His yellow robes gently swayed and moved around like they were alive, ribbons carefully inspected you as you just stood there, frozen, too stunned to do anything. He was wearing a pale, ceramic mask that covered his face, yet allowed you to clearly see his shiny, black and gold eyes that were shaped like one of a cuttlefish. The King reached his palm out to you and asked to give his pin back, but you didn’t move, just staring at him… You carefully took his hand and kissed the back of it, stroking it gently, which left Hastur dumbfounded- “What do you think you are doing?” he wanted to ask, but didn’t get a chance as you came closer and hugged him, nuzzling his silky robes…

“I am not sure what is happening within your mind, but I did not come to play your games, young one.” King spoke in a stern tone, taking you and gently pulling away from himself.

“My apologies, my King… I just never thought I…would actually see you personally…” you start, “It’s so unbelievable, it’s something I’ve been wishing for since I’ve read your book! And now you are here!” a smile spreads across your face as you reach to gently rub the mask, “I will return your pin, my King, just please, let me spend some time with you… At least 5 minutes…”

To say that Hastur was appalled is to say nothing. Mortals rarely react to his existence in any way but screaming in absolute horror and going crazy. Some ask for mercy, some ask to serve him just to save their skin, but you- What even are you? What drives you to be so fascinated by the eldritch god of knowledge and chaos, decadence and insanity? Yet… Despite feeling lost Hastur also felt intrigued, fascinated… Because it is indeed a rare sight… And to tend to his curiosity he decided to agree to stay with you for a bit. This made you so happy…

The next 5 minutes you just spent in his embrace, hugging the large being and snuggling in his robes. The ribbons were wrapping around you in a sort of hug, rubbing and gently squeezing you as they felt how relaxed you were. Amazing… so stunning… And you were just happy to feel his warmth, be caressed and stroked… Since then the King would regularly visit you. He ultimately made a decision to let you keep his pin, so he could easily find you and come to you no matter where you were, visit you and tend to you… Hastur never thought that he will grow so attached to a simple human, yet there he was, now laying with you on a sofa and hugging you… He usually wasn’t too talkative, he was a being of action rather than speech. He would ask simple questions like if you are hungry or tired, or would like to go anywhere on walks, but very often he’d bring you nice and comfy clothes, would brush your hair, help you take baths, give you massages and such, gift you pastries he baked himself. Too bad you couldn’t tell anyone about him… Hastur would be fun at parties! The King enjoyed simple walks in parks, forests or mountains the most. Considering his natural ability to teleport almost wherever he’d like, traveling around with him was so wonderful! In a blink of an eye you both could go anywhere your hearts desired, admire the nature, the culture, everything the earthly places had to offer… And no matter how much you stayed with the King you were always as fascinated by him as ever… So now you were wrapped up in his robes, hugged and caressed, enjoying a moment before Hastur would leave again…

This would be yet another calm day, if not for you finding out a very specific trait of the eldritch god. He enjoyed grooming himself from time to time- Perhaps your ideas about his robes being a part of him aren’t so bizarre now. You were watching TV together as that happened, he just suddenly turned a bit away and started licking his arm. You did spot a wound there, so maybe it was the cause-

“Hey, Hassie? Is everything alright?” you asked him, gently rubbing his back.

“Ah? Yes, everything is indeed alright.” King replied as he looked at you, “My apologies, but I am trying to seal my wound up faster so it would stop bothering me.” he explained before continuing.

You watched him gently brush his silky looking tongue against the surface of his robe and skin, blushing a bit at the sight- His wound indeed sealed up quite fast after this, leaving a small scar behind, just as you were about to offer him bandages. But you also kept thinking of this- Of how his tongue would feel, how nice it would be and how you also want to get a cute tongue bath-

“Um… Hastur-? I know it’s going to sound really weird, but- Can you please tongue bathe me-?” you ask, stumbling on your words a bit.

“Did I hear you correctly, dear?” King looked at you, “You wish to be tongue bathed by me?”

“Y-yes-“ your face turned a bit red in embarrassment, “How you were cleaning your arm looked so… nice and cute… And your tongue looks so soft and silky…” you almost whisper to him.

“I never thought that humans are interested in such activities and would give such compliments.” King tilted his head.

“It’s quite unnatural, really… It’s considered a kink or a fetish in some ways.” you shrug a bit, “We don’t tongue bath each other, you know?”

“That I know, of course. It is just odd to hear from a human, but I am not here to judge you.” the King carefully made you lay down before he leaned down to you, “Are you sure you want this? I would not want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Oi-!” you blush deeply as this massive hunk of a beast leans down to you, “I- I don’t! At all! It will be an honor really!” you giggle a bit like an absolute fool, going silent and gasping as he started to undress you, knowing clothes are not a part of you. And did you stop him? No. Why would you? You really wanted this and you were struggling to hold yourself away from just hugging and kissing him all over. He left your underwear and tank top on though.

Once your clothes were off Hastur’s hot breath brushed against your skin, tickling it a bit, and then you felt a very gentle and soft lick against your belly… His tongue was just as soft and silky like his robes… Made you think that perhaps you are right, the yellow tattered clothes are indeed a part of him- But you clean your head off of any thoughts as you just start to enjoy the process, relaxing~ Hastur’s thick tongue gently brushed against your body, coating you in a thin layer of slime and saliva as he was determined to cover every inch of you, besides the private parts- Eldritch god was starting to purr, blushing as he enjoyed this little odd session, and so you were getting flustered, blushing as well as you hugged the King…

A very strange thought ran through your mind… You gently rubbed Hastur’s head, scratching it and making him purr even louder, all while thinking of him… eating you… A shiver went down your spine- Just why did you think of it?! Hastur noticed your distress and immediately stopped, and involuntarily listening to your thoughts-

“My dear, what’s wrong?...” he asked, putting his mask back on, sitting up and putting you on his lap, “Is everything alright?...”

“Y..yes… Yes, I’m sorry for interrupting you, I just remembered something- weird- You know?” you gesture a bit as you tried to excuse yourself.

“…” the King just stared at you for some time before gently stroking your head, “I… accidentally looked into your mind and… saw what you wanted me to do-“ he said a bit awkwardly and shyly-

Well, that sent you into a panicking fit as you trembled and held onto Hastur’s robe, “N-no! Please, don’t say anything! Don’t even keep this in mind, it was just a weird thought!” he most likely knew you are a bit of a vorarephiliac, but since he is a creature not familiar with human behavior you’ve got scared he may actually do this to you-

“Even if I would eat you it would be safe, my dear.” he says, petting you gently and stroking your back to calm you down, “I can easily control my acids, and if I do digest you I could reform you with no trouble. And the process itself isn’t painful in the slightest.” King explains, carefully brushing your hair with his claws. Wait, so… he was okay with this? And- it’s all safe?...

“I… I didn’t think you would be into this kind of thing…” you say.

“Ah, I have a big village and a huge palace with loads of people under my care. I did meet some like you before and they trust me with eating them.” he held his hand at his core, smiling a bit behind a mask, “I would not hurt someone who trusts and helps me, and I definitely would never hurt someone I love and adore.” King leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss.

You blushed and froze a bit, looking up at him before carefully hugging and nuzzling him. Hastur just gently rubbed your back and gave you gentle scratches.

“If you would like to try this I am ready to provide. Just make sure to not punch and scratch me too much.” King chuckled, squishing your cheeks gently.

“Owki-“ you chuckled as he squished your cheeks. You took his hands and gently rubbed them, “Alright… I think I’m ready-“ a slightly nervous sigh escapes you.

“Alright, my dear. But please, if you will panic too much just tell me to spit you out. I will not keep you trapped within my gut.” Hastur says, smiling softly, “Would you like me to engulf you feet first or head first?”

Now that was a tough question- Do you want to gaze down a pulsing abyss as you slide down a tight, slimy gullet to the King’s tight stomach as he rubs your sides and tastes you? Or do you want to see him slowly swallow you, inching up your body, lapping at you and holding your hand for comfort? Goodness, that was so hard…

“Feet first please…” you whisper, looking away shyly, but leaning into a pet once Hastur gently rubbed your cheek.

“Then so be it.” he nodded, leaning down to nuzzle your head and kiss it.

You smile and giggle, scritching underneath Hastur’s chin to make him purr and taking his mask off. King leans down to peck your cheek, smiling and hugging you. Soon he moves backwards a bit and leans down to your legs. His eyes glanced at you, watching to make sure you still were fine with this idea and didn’t change your mind. Seeing your pink from blushing face was like a signal that he can start. King carefully took your feet in his mouth and started to engulf, going down your legs slowly and gently to not scare you… His plush tongue brushed against your flesh, tasting it and leaving trails of slime and saliva, soft flesh pulsed around them with every light gulp. It felt so nice and relaxing, even if strange… Your toes could feel warm, slimy flesh… Once King reached your hips you weren’t ashamed anymore, you were just content, enjoying the pulsing of his throat as he swallowed more of you. Hastur wasn’t teasing you and was very gentle, only licking at your sides sometimes for more flavor.

Soon you felt your toes press against the floor of his stomach. That made you flinch, but you calmed down quickly as King held your hand. His shiny eyes were filled with worry and care as he stopped swallowing, making sure you are okay… “I’m… I’m good…” you nodded, smiling and gently squeezing his hand. He nodded and continued, getting to your chest, then neck, leaving only your arms and head… It was so weird, so surreal, but here you are, with almost your whole body engulfed… King’s soft insides pulsed around you, trying to pull you down more, yet he kept you still, waiting for you to give him a sign that you are ready to be swallowed fully… Once you nod he carefully slurps the rest of you up and finally gulps you down, rubbing over the large bulges you were making on his chest and abdomen. It was a fast trip, and soon you were in a slightly cramped, silky stomach- Hastur muffled a belch and laid down onto his side, exhaling and rubbing his belly.

You were in a slight shock for some time before you finally made a move, reaching to touch a surprisingly soft and smooth wall- Around the flesh some patterns were drawn around, emitting a soft glow that lit up the place enough for you to see. Walls made it looked like you were inside a ball made out of bandages, like a mummy- They had a dark violet color, had weird “seams” on them and were just a bit slimy, not enough to soak you. Suddenly though a seam opened up and you saw an eye, which made you squeak in fear.

“Ah, my apologies, my dear!” Hastur said, closing that eye- “I just wanted to make sure you are alright in there… You did not make a sound until now…”

“Oi, I- I’m quite okay, just- maybe a bit shocked…” you reply, sighing a bit shakingly before sitting up as best as you could and rubbing the silky walls, “Weird belly, patterns, eyes… Well- you are an eldritch god after all!” you chuckled.

“Yes, yes… Those eyes are were so I could see my prey and make sure they are feeling alright and don’t need any medical attention. I did have one cultist who lost his consciousness once I swallowed him-“ King rubbed the back of his head, a bit embarrassed.

“To be honest I’m kinda surprised I didn’t-“ you giggle shyly, “It was a bit scary- I… This whole being eaten thing is usually just a fantasy, you know?..”

“Yes, I understand. But you can rest assured that no matter what course of actions you will chose from that point on – you will be safe and sound.” Hastur said, patting his belly and feeling over the bulges you were making.

“Course of actions… Well for now I would like to just- rest here…” you said, carefully lying down and listening to soft growls of King’s gut. Huh… this is just how you imagined it in your mind… Soft, warm… The steady breathing of the King was like a song, his core vibrated and made soft “beats” to accompany the atmosphere. The more you listened the more you relaxed and enjoyed it, smiling and nuzzling the soft walls, rubbing them, which made Hastur purr happily, “This…is so nice…” you whispered, gently rubbing between the “ribbons” of the stomach, “I like it…”

“Mmm… I’m glad you are starting to enjoy it, my dear.” King rubbed his belly, “I wouldn’t want to hurt you or scare you this way, I hope you know that.”

“Of- of course. It’s just that primal fear that almost overtook me…” you nod.

“I understand it.” Hastur purred, summoning ribbons inside his stomach for them to wrap around you in a hug, “If you would want anything from me then please just ask.”

“Alrighty, thank you, Hastur.” you smiled and snuggled up within the silky ribbons. Your curiosity did take you over a little and you started to fidget a bit. You rubbed a bit at the pyloric sphincter, and that made Hastur jump, which in turn shook you. Oh well- better not touch it- You collected some slime, squishing it and humming. It was warm and soft, wet, of course. Oddly, it smelled of bananas and some lemons… You noticed eyes watching you, so you smiled and waved, showing that you are just exploring before you’d make a next move.

Endosoma ending

A couple of hours passed, at least it felt like it. King was trying to watch a TV, but from feeling so full, since he was much smaller than his regular size as he ate you, he was napping right now. You didn’t mind, resting as well as the churning and the soft gurgles cradled you. That was quite the best rest you’ve gotten in the past few years- King didn’t squirm at all and didn’t even snore. He was laying on a sofa, covered with a fluffy duvet, hand serving as a support for his head. He would occasionally make strange yet silent “growls” that sounded like that of a lion, but it didn’t exactly have a follow up. Sometimes his ribbons would squish his belly gently and hug it, acting on their own accord in a way, or the King was just acting in his sleep. This whole thing made you very happy, especially the little hugs.

Staying inside a belly like that still was a little weird, but quite fine. You didn’t think this would be possible, but here you are. You looked around again, looking at the glinting patterns and watching the walls squeeze as they churned. Stomach was growling softly, faintly, and would occasionally churn around you. A soft sigh escaped you as you reached to rub more, brushing against the soft flesh, getting your palms a bit slimy. If only you could bring snacks to this place- Might as well leave it only for work and studies. Hmm… You probably should ask him about the snacks part-

Quite soon though the King woke up, yawning and stretching nicely, which squeezed you just a bit and woke you up as well.

“Oh goodness-“ an eye in his belly saw you awakened, “My deepest apologies… I didn’t want to wake you up…”

“No no, it’s okay. I wasn’t sleeping for quite a while now!” you stretched too, “If I’d sleep for any more I wouldn’t be sleeping this night.” you chuckled and patted a wall, “Do you want to let me go or can I stay for some more time?”

“As much as I would love to stay for longer and keep you inside I need to go back to my palace.” King rubbed his belly gently, “You are not ready to leave with me yet.”

You nodded, sighing and sitting up carefully, pushing a bit against esophageal sphincter. Hastur held back a burp and went to get a basin and towels before carefully pushing up the bottom of his belly, starting to regurgitate you. Walls squeezed against you a bit hard, pushing you up King’s esophagus towards his throat. It was a challenge to spit out a whole human, even if swallowing them was quite easier for him- Some slime and saliva dripped from his mouth, landing in a basin he prepared just for that. He carefully rubbed the bulges you were making on his chest, making sure you were alright. You had to stop moving almost completely for Hastur to have easier time spitting you out, and after some struggle he finally managed to regurgitate you, letting you lay on a towel.

You were all so slimy and wet, a bit winded, but fine. You wiped the slime off your face and looked up at Hastur, smiling.

“You desperately need a bath.” he said.

“Yeah-“ you giggled, getting picked up in his arms, “Are you gonna help me again?~”

“Of course.” King nodded, carrying you away to a bathroom. He put all your clothes to wash, filled a tub up for you, adding bubbles and flavory soaps, smiling as he scrubbed you with a sponge as he cleaned off all the slime. You were really content with this, smiling happily and leaning into the gentle touch of a god, humming and sometimes reaching to scratch his chin. After a prolonged bath you were dried, dressed up in warm pajamas and fed. King decided that you need some good food after staying inside him for quite a while, so he cooked you a hearty meal and brewed you some green tea with a spoonful of honey.

“Thank you so much, Hastur.” you smiled, “I had a great time with you!”

“I am glad, yes.” Hastur rubbed your head, “It was an interesting experience for me as well, especially feeling you becoming more familiar and trustful of me.” he chuckled, “If you would ever want to just rest inside me then feel free to tell me. I would gladly keep you within my body.”

You nodded, nuzzling up to him, but soon having to say goodbye to him. Of course it wasn’t the final one, and you were excited for his next visit. Just every time he leaves you feel a bit lonely.

Sentient fat ending

You crossed your arms then and started thinking… You thought about King’s words regarding this whole thing. How this is safe even if he digests you and you will just be reformed… He even said it’s not painful… But will it be gory?

“Hastur?” you called.

“What’s the matter?” Hastur asked, rubbing over you.

“Can you please explain your…digestive process? You said it’s not painful and not fatal, but… I’d like to hear more..”

Hastur hummed, realizing what you want to do, and nodded, “Alright, listen then, my dear. The acids my stomach secretes are slimy and gooey, that look a bit like purple caramel of sorts. They only tingle your body gently, but don’t hurt or do any damage while dissolving clothes. Once they seep into your body they will start to gently soften you up, melting you slowly, like you are an ice cream on a hot sunny day.” Hastur was explaining, “After you will fully melt into a colorful mush you will be drained further down my system to get absorbed completely.” he patted his belly gently, “There will be fluffy villi to scoop the mush up and ingest, but you probably will sleep through this.”

You nodded, humming and looking around. That didn’t sound bad, and it did match with how you usually imagined that process… Thinking of it made you smile a bit as you looked into one of the eyes, “Would you like to…let me try this?”

“You want to be digested, my dear?”

“Y..yeah- I kinda do.” you nodded, “But after digesting- is there anything else you can do besides immediately reforming me?”

“Ah yes, of course. I can store you on the pudge your digested form will give me~” King purred, blushing softly, “We will be able to talk, you will feel my every touch, the brush of my silk, and you will be safe and cosy~”

That made you blush- It sounded so nice and perhaps even a bit intimate. Being a part of your beloved King? Even if just for some time? It’s an opportunity you shouldn’t miss! It scared you a bit though, “Will I be okay?”

“You will be. Just like I said before.” King rubbed his belly, patting it, “I will just reform you once you will feel like you had enough of fun.” he chuckled softly.

You hummed, scratching your shoulder shyly before exhaling, “I think I’m certain I want this… I want to become one with you, my King… Want us to be together…” you nuzzled his wall and kissed it.

Hastur smiled, humming softly as he settled down more comfortably both for you and him, “Then settle down nicely, my dear~ It will be warmer soon~” he hums, hearing his belly starting to growl more and a bit louder.

You pressed your hand against where his palm was, smiling before looking around. You spotted some slime starting to drip down from the walls, pooling underneath you lazily and bubbling a bit. You lowered your hand to it, scooping a bit up and feeling just a little bit tingly, but mostly ticklish. It was odd, but also fascinating. The walls around you started churning just a bit, rubbing some acids onto your body so they’d start working. Hastur did watch you still, making sure you were feeling fine, and you indeed were. You smiled as you spotted his eyes again, splashing a bit in the slime as it rose to your hips. You could feel them starting to dissolve your clothes, quite efficiently; your body felt warm, felt like it was getting massaged all over. Such a strange sensation, but god, you loved it~ Leaning down against a wall you started to relax, smiling contently as walls churned, helping the acids with softening you up to soon break your body down.

King was rubbing his belly actively, sloshing it gently and feeling over you. He muffled some burps, but a particularly big one managed to escape him, squeezing you a bit. He was very apologetic, but you just giggled and said it was all fine. No matter how many times he did this he always felt lovely at his core that people trust him like this and are willing to do this. As much as Hastur still didn’t understand why some people wanted this he was ready to give them such comfort, it didn’t take anything from him, it only gave him more affection. And chub- Thankfully his metabolism didn’t require him to work it all off for a long time, it eventually would go away.

At this point you were quite soft and mushy, like a creamy dish of sorts. The sensation was oddly pleasant, vibrations from Hastur’s purring were going through your whole melty body, the churning massaged you and cradled, making you soon start to nod off before you’d get drained further down. To the King it was for the best, it was your first time after all, no need to overwhelm you with all these new feelings. King watched his belly start to slowly shrink down, gurgling happily as it worked around his sweet prey. He blushed, purring louder and closing his eyes to fully dive into the blissful pleasure. Once it was all done his guts let out a final, loud growl, and he let a burp escape him. No shame in some indulgence. King felt your essence settling in within a pudge on his doughy belly, so he reached to put his hand on it and smile.

You gasped and woke up, feeling really weird and not yourself. You could squirm and move a bit, and as you did so you heard King chuckling.

“That tickles~” he hummed.

“Oh! Oh god- I-“ you stutter a bit, squirming more, “I’m- I’m actually a part of you-“ you squeak and make his belly blush, “Your body is so warm and cosy…”

“I told you it will be all fine and pleasant~” King purred, stroking his belly more, “You gave me quite some pudge~ My followers will love it~”

“Wait- You- Are you taking me to the palace?” you ask.

“Yes yes, I think like this it will be all safe.” Hastur nods, getting up carefully and stretching, which made his belly jiggle just a bit, “I will let you go as soon as you will tell me you want to.”

“Aww.. Thank you, my King~” you chuckle, snuggling up on his chub, feeling happy and relaxed, especially as robes brushed against you, “Do your followers give you belly rubs?”

“…Why yes- of course-“ he sounded a bit embarrassed.

“Does that mean all the rubs they will give you I will feel as well-?” you blush too, giggling, “I can’t wait to feel that!”

“Alright you two, move it!”, the faun announced, shaking her two partners none too gently with her signature mischievous grin playing on her lips. “They said this was the biggest bed in the inn, so act like it!”

“Mmm…”, came the returning whine of disapproval from Dorian, opening one eye to look at his dear Fearne before letting out a huff of laughter followed by a yawn. “You’re just jealous I got to spoon Orym last night and not you…”

“And I told you both”, the halfling said, stretching till his back cracked and an annoyed pout plastered his face. “That I would sleep in the middle so you could both spoon me… Then you both would stop arguing over it every morning and waking me up…”

“And then hear Dorian complain of being cold on one side? Not likely”, Fearne laughed, flopping back down into the sea of soft blankets and pillows as Dorian shuffled to the side. “So did we all sleep well?”

As Dorian and Fearne began to exchange dreams, he put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her in to lay on his chest. His fingers, long and gentle and befitting of a musician, played at her hair and swirled the green locks into tiny curls. He traced along the horns protruding from her scalp, humming affirmations and acknowledgements as she told him about the wild sights of the Feywild she had dreamed of, delighting in the soft sigh that interrupted her words as he traced the skin around where said horns stopped. She always was sensitive there, but he stopped for now given her playful warning glare.

On his other side­­, Orym was curled tight against his chest, still half asleep. He had even started to softly snore again before being awoken by Fearne’s gasp at Dorian’s amazing dream exploits. Immediately his eyes snapped open, eyes flicking around the room, trying to take in the non-existent danger before letting out a held breath. He wasn’t sharing his dreams, which Dorian took as a sign not to pry. But he could see the gentle smile that he loved begin to grow on the Air Ashari’s face as Dorian recounted his dreams of their friends back in Emon (which Fearne was convinced was a sign to write a letter to them).

“Well…”, Orym started, reaching out an arm to brush the soft skin of Fearne’s waist, travelling down till it brushed through the soft fur of her thigh. His face flushed. God he’d never get used to seeing these two naked.

“Well~?”, Fearne asked, horizontal pupils narrowing as she noticed the red on his cheeks. Which just made Orym blush all the more, pouting at her once more.

“Well, we don’t have specific plans with the others today. So let’s just take a morning in, yeah?”

“A most brilliant idea, Orym dear!”, Dorian said with a happy sigh, snuggling further into the dip between the two beautiful people he’d come to travel with. Grinning at the halfling, he pulled him closer till he was fully laying on top of Dorian, head nestled into his neck with an incredulous chuckle and wrapping his legs around the man’s hips and taking the faun’s hand, who pressed her lips gently to his knuckles with a wink.

“How”, Orym said with a laugh as he kissed her hand in return. “Did such a straight laced guy like me end up with two major flirts?”

“Becauuuuuse, it’s so fun to see that straight laced face laugh and blush from silly ol’ us!”, Fearne replied with a laugh of her own, getting to her knees in front of the two men. She leaned down to kiss her way up Orym’s chest, who gasped at the sudden feel of her soft, full lips on his skin.

Taking the hint, and with a playful grin of his own, Dorian began to trail gentle kisses along his neck, to his jaw, and along his ears till he managed to nip the very tip of Orym’s ear to earn the genasi a quite adorable gasp. He could practically feel the heat coming off of the halfling’s cheeks, which was perfectly matched by a blush of his own feeling Orym squirm slightly on top of him and the fur of Fearne’s legs tickling gently as she shuffled between his legs.

“You two are such teases, you both know that right?’, Orym half complained, closing his eyes with a shaky breath as Fearne’s slightly rough tongue ran across his hip. One of his hands reached back to twirl in Dorian’s hair, while the other took a handful of Fearne’s. As they did, he reached out his senses to the air around him, the land, the roots. And with a slight tug at the nature…

“Oh! Dorian, look!!”, Fearne said, suddenly shooting straight up to admire the bright red desert rose now in her hair thanks to Orym’s druidcraft. “Oh, Orym, you shouldn’t have!”

“Ah, it’s not much”, he said, smiling softly at the happy look on Dorian’s face as he admired the fiery orange flower in his own hair. “I’m not much the magic type, I leave that to you guys.”

“Oh, you are so sweet, Orym!!”, Fearne practically squealed, flopping on top of the two men to nuzzle into Orym’s neck affectionately. “You don’t need magic, you’re useful in different- Huh?”

Dorian stopped admiring his own flower at the sudden stop in Fearne’s words. She didn’t stop talking for just anything. Peering over Orym’s shoulder, he could see the smaller man’s eyes wide as saucers in… Surprise? What was more, he had the hand that was once in Fearne’s hair clamped over his mouth. What had happened?

Looking down further, Fearne’s beautiful features that would fool most into thinking she was a poor innocent faun had taken a turn. Instead Dorian saw that devilish grin she got when she noticed something she wanted to steal. Or someone she wanted to mess with.

“Oh, Orym…”, she murmured, voice sultry and soft as the light caressing her shoulders and chest. “You haven’t been hiding something from us have you…?”

“Fearne, no- Calloway, I’m warning you, don’t- Dohon’t!!”

The next few seconds passed in slow motion in front of Dorian’s eyes. With a swift movement, before Orym could even get his hands up to protect himself, Fearne had her face buried into the crook of his neck. Planting soft kisses along the expanse and nuzzling in, Dorian felt himself flush just watching what his dear satyr was doing. But the more interesting thing of this scenario was the halfling laying on top of him.

With a light snort, Orym began to squirm around on top of his blue compatriot. Why did Fearne’s lips have to be so tickly. Not that he’d ever admit it out loud, but he didn’t have to. In his sleepy morning state, Orym didn’t have a chance of holding in the giggles that spilled forth. Each kiss felt like the most ticklish thing the poor man had felt in… Well, a long time at least. Fearne’s soft locks spilling around his naked collarbones didn’t help. The green curls traced across his bronze skin, teasing his sharp collarbones and toned chest, earning a choked gasp at the feathery sensation in between his already frantic giggles.

“Y-You ca- Nahahaaaa Fearne!! Youhuhuhu cahahaaaaan’t!! Fearne stop, stohohop!!”

“Oh, I definitely can, dear~. After you kept this from both of your partners so long? I am spending a long, long time tickling you till you’re- Ah! Hey, no fair!!”

Now it was Dorian’s laughter that joined the fray at this little altercation. On top of him, Orym had Fearne by the horns and was holding her face a hair’s breadth from his apparently ticklish neck. Though the flushed face accompanied by a big, goofy grin on his usually soft expressioned face betrayed how much fun he was having. Which brought a playful grin of his own to Dorian’s lips.

 “Heh… Hehe… You are a menace, Calloway…”, the halfling said, residual giggles coming through in pants of breath.

“And you-”, she said, pausing for effect as her hungry eyes travelled over his rising and falling chest. “Are wonderfully ticklish~.”

Both members of the Hell’s glared playfully at each other, unable to keep the competitive grins from either of their faces. Orym wouldn’t count himself as competitive, but there was just something about Fearne Calloway that instilled mischief in the very air itself. Orym was about to retort with something that certainly would not have been a stuttering denial of such a claim, but his mouth quickly snapped shut with wide eyes.

“Hm?”, the satyr hummed, head tilted curiously. “Something the matter?”

“N-No, juhust… Just-”

“Just reminding him that I am in fact still crushed under him~!”, trilled the musical voice of their bardic partner.

Fearne’s eyes drifted once again from the screwed up eyes of her smaller boyfriend, down his toned body, until they rested on- Ah. So that was the issue~.

Around Orym’s slim waist were the long fingers belonging to Dorian Storm, bard extraordinaire. And those trained musician fingers were most certainly playing quite the tune. Dorian slowly spidered his digits up and down the exposed sides of Orym, slightly long nails usually used for plucking the strings of his lute scratching at the abs of the poor fighter.

To his credit, Orym was holding back his laughter. With his strength from his daily training, he could’ve easily tore Dorian’s hands away. And he tried to! Before forgetting the reason his hands had been up in the first place.

“Dorian, Dohohorian stop thahahAAAA-”

Suddenly his loud boisterous laugh returned to fill the room for but a second, as Fearne’s mouth and (even worse) teeth connected with the sensitive skin of his collarbone. The dull teeth scraping across the skin, mixed with the squeezing of his sides, caused the poor halfling to deflate like a balloon as laughter seeped from his lungs. A very uncharacteristic squeal filled the air as the fawn blew a gentle raspberry on the open neck, before Orym pulled her away by the horns again.

“You can’t block me forever~!”, she teased, sticking out that rough tongue.

“And you also can’t block both of us~”, Dorian continued, his dexterous fingers moving to nestle under Orym’s arms. They dug in such a torturous way, one light finger one after the other dragging in the open pits.

“Nahaha no!! No f-fuhuhuck, you guhuhuys!!”, Orym said, clearly as his giggle filled lungs would allow. The trained fighter’s arms began to fall, his observant eyes widening in giddy fear as Fearne’s hands joined to skitter roughly against his hips. That sapped his fight, as the poor halfling curled in on himself to protect as many spots as he could.

It was around this time that the not often tickled man began to lose his composure, and breath. His breathing became more airy as he lost chances to catch his breath, but both partners grinned at each other in understanding. Those four hands retreated, their owners’ laughter filling the air as Orym’s faded. He gently breathed in deep breaths, small chuckles seeping out still. His eyes, brown as oak, flicked with a half-hearted glare to both genasi and fawn.

“You… Y-You two… Are such bahastards…”, he breathed, rolling off of Dorian to get some cool air.

“But we are your bastards, are we not?”, Dorian said, grinning and swooping in to kiss the remaining giggles from Orym’s lips.

“Mmm… Lucky you are”, he said, following Dorian’s lips as the performer pulled away. “Nobody else would get the drop on me like that.”

“Its soooo cute though!!”, Fearne said, voice in awe with sparkling eyes. “You’re almost as bad as Dorian!!”

A disbelieving scoff. Accompanied by a blue blush.

“I am- Oh, you are not pulling me into this argument again”, Dorian said, hand to his chest and mouth open in a semi offended look. “I am not that- That, um- Oh, you know what I mean!!”

There was a pause in the room. Wind carried through the open window, the only sound as Dorian looked between his partners. Both faces had looks that showed their unbelieving nature very clearly.

Before all hell broke loose.

Immediately Orym clambered up Dorian, grasping his wrists in small but insanely strong hands. Dorian’s pleas fell on deaf ears as his shaking arms were pulled over his head. Down below, Fearne had her tongue out in pure concentration as she pulled Dorian down by the hips to really stretch him out. The taut blue skin fell into a darker hue as a blush went down the length of the poor air genasi’s body, hips bucking and swaying to deter his attacker before she sat squarely on them, effectively pinning them. The soft light spilling across his body made Dorian seem all the prettier for the predators about to strike.

“Now…”, Fearne began, clicking her tongue as a gentle hand laid flat on the man’s stomach. “You were saying something, Dorian? You aren’t…?”

“I’m- I’m not- Fearne, don’t do anything!! Orym?! Orym talk to her please-“

“Aw, come on Fearnie… You know he can’t say it.”, Orym said, his usual soft smile widening into a small grin that made Dorian shudder. Orym never grinned. Not unless it was this. Not unless Fearne was involved.

“Say what? Oh, you mean ­tickle?”

Nails curled against his abdomen. Dorian sucked in a sharp breath, watching them trace his slim waist carefully. Even the word alone set his nerves alight, a tight pout on the bard’s face that scrunched his nose. Orym laughed. That was his oh-gods-it-tickles-but-can’t-giggle face.

“No, not tickles.”, Orym began, pinning both thin wrists with one small hand as his rough, calloused fingers began to rub along Dorian’s bicep and down toward his armpit. “He can’t say that he’s ticklish.”

“I cahahan so!! Or, no, wahahait!! No, I’m nohohot!!”, Dorian said, voice hiccupping in gentle giggles. Though the swordsman was strong, the tingling spreading through his stomach and arms meant he hadn’t a hope of covering either spot. “Nohohot tihihi- Not sensihihitihihive!!”

“Oh you are plenty sensitive, pretty boy~”, Fearne teased, eyes glancing lower past Dorian’s hips that made the poor bard shift in embarrassment. Then he shifted more violently as two sets of claws, one of painted nails and the other of blackened fingertips, latched onto his soft lower tummy. “But you’re also adorably ticklish!”

Dorian could hardly form a retort as his form shook from the ticklish sensations wracking his body. He’d grown accustomed to the way both his partners tickled, and yet each time it was if his body forgot just how badly it tickled. Fearne was a flurry of tickly rage, resorting to hard pinches and scritches and squeezes. Those digits delved deep into his muscles, like a massage that drove him to distraction. Such a difference to her usual soft kisses and touches, light as a thief and gone just as quick. Though her touches remained quick in that they never remained anywhere long; pinching hips, squeezing sides, scribbling at his tummy, fluttering at the line where hips met thighs (he’d never live down the squeals that spot caused). It was like watching a tornado wreak havoc across a landscape, a force of nature befitting the druid.

Orym tickled like he behaved. Calm, meaningful, precise. His calloused fingers, hardened and strengthened through years of sword and shield practice, moved at the pace they wanted and no quicker. Even as Dorian strained toward the encroaching hand, just to get it over with, to just tickle him, the fingers were steady and true. Closer, closer, closer… Till two of those fingers began to flutter inside the arms hollow in such a way that made Dorian practically scream. The fighter’s observant eyes were unfairly good at picking out the clusters of nerves that really made Dorian fight to protect. One just under his armpit on his left side, or the place just between underarm and shoulder on his right. Each touch made the bard curse his captors, but Orym just smiled the swears away.

On and on both people went, chattering away atop the demented Dorian about him while he could hardly pay attention to the words. Orym would chuckle at his screams for mercy at Fearne’s teeth just on the lip of his navel, her thumbs circling into his hips. Fearne would beg for a go at his ribs as Orym’s entire set of fingers would try wriggle between each rib.

The tickling reached a crescendo as both of them cooed and complemented him, his laughter went higher pitched as four sets of hands descended to skitter over his chest. A genuine scream escaped him as Fearne evilly traced around his nipples before he devolved into silent laughter. That section was accompanied by neck kisses from Orym, which caused Dorian to squeal quite cutely given his oversensitive state. It seemed their ticklish machinations were intended to stir other feelings too, which was an idea cemented by Fearne’s wriggling around on top of his hips.

There was about fifteen more minutes of this torment, before both sets of hands left his flushed body. Fearne fell on his chest, laughing happily to herself and snuggling into Dorian as his ragged breath began to catch up. Orym rubbed the chaffed wrists of his boyfriend, littering them with firm kisses to ease the skin. Slowly the oversensitive bard regained his composure, bringing a hand to his face. Tears stained his cheeks.

“Doing alright, big guy?”, Orym asked, trying but failing to hide his smile as he pet Dorian’s head.

“Yeah, we didn’t go too far did we?”, Fearne added, moving up to trail her soft lips along his collarbones.

“You both- Ah! You, um, y-you bohoth did…”, Dorian started, words cut off by gentle sighs and moans mixed with residual giggles. “Fuck that was a lohohot..”

“Buuuuuuuuut…?”

“……… But no, you didn’t go too far”, he said, a shy smile curving on his lips as he moved his head aside to let Fearne’s lips continue. He gasped as her hand drifted lower, passing along spots that would elicit sounds much different than giggles. He caught her eye, her usual teasing glance watching his reactions.

“Well that’s good to know”, Orym said, moving over to trail those rough hands along Fearne’s sides. Her breath shuddered, half a laugh and half a sigh, as she pulled his hand closer to her. The halfling blushed despite himself, unable to stop his eyes wandering over the two.

The harsher light of day had begun to seep into the room, falling over the three Hells. Now Fearne’s eyes caught something different in her partners without the soft light of that morning enveloping them. The hard lines of their muscles beneath their skin. The tougher parts of them, weathered by months or years of adventuring. Orym’s chiselled core and defined arms, Dorian’s lean frame and defined yet pretty face. In turn both adventurers eyes drifted over their lover, taking in her soft curves, her devious yet loveable grin, her messy morning hair. The parts of them that attracted them to each other in the first place, and the things they’d come to love.

As playful as Fearne was, she really did love them. Maybe she was just good at stealing hearts too. Yet despite her joking, she couldn’t have wished to meet anyone better, and knew leaving the Feywild was her best decision if it meant meeting these two.

Dorian, a man beset with privilege he tried to shun, felt more privileged than he ever had in this moment. To be not just within the sight of, but to be between the arms of both these wonderful, beautiful souls was the greatest honour he had ever been gifted.

And then Orym. Orym, who had found love and lost it. Orym, the stalwart guard to his people. Orym, still ever the protector in their ragtag group. But also Orym, the man who had found love again and would not let it go for anything in the world.

Three unlikely lovers. And yet, in the soft sheets of this room, no one could claim that they were not all perfectly made for each other.