#hellbear

I shamelessly give you this ticklish hellbear in honor of the NPC mod that lets me have Zevlor in camp. Zevlor/Halsin strongly implied.

“You'll need to hold still for the physical,” Halsin held the door to his workspace open for Zevlor. “If what you say is true, then I may be able to help with evening the nastier scars. I'd need to touch the skin in order to start the healing process. Forgive the intrusive procedure, but it would clear away those aches you speak of when stretching…and, speaking as your friend and partner, it pains me to see you wince when you think I don't see.”

“You'd be doing me a boon, Halsin,” Zevlor ducked his head in thanks as he stepped inside. There was an exam table meant for him to lay on, and he peeled off his outer layers as Halsin prepared the healing space.

“No boon to return, no favors owed,” Halsin waved his hand over his shoulder. “I'm mixing a skin ointment, unless I'm out of … Drat, I am out of jelly base. I'll use an oil-based treatment then. It will soften your skin so the magic will work its way into the scar tissue with ease, but the oil tingles some. It should only take a moment.”

Zevlor hummed in response, sitting himself on the table. The scars from Elturel had not healed well during the war, and they had been opened and reopened throughout their journey to Baldur's Gate and against the Absolute. Old ones, new ones, some deeper than others, some healed by exhausted battle-worn clerics and some infected before help had arrived in time. Halsin finally saw the ugliest ones when he saw Zevlor washing himself in the river, and the healer's keen eye saw too much. Some of them still hurt and pull, after all.

So here Zevlor sat, comfortable enough with his companion to allow him to help. 

Halson turned with a glass jar of the freshly mixed oil and a towel, dipping and offering it to Zevlor. “Would you kindly lay down and keep your arms at your sides? I'll dab this on and let it sit. We'll do this on your front and back.”

Halsin's towel was on his chest when Zevlor was settled into a comfortable position. The oil felt warm and did tingle, but Halsin was being gentle enough over the scars. Zevlor still winced when his ridged ribs were swiped or patted over. 

He shut his eyes and tried to relax into the sensations. The oil was working fast as his skin absorbed it, and Zevlor found that he was feeling especially ticklish. A smile was flitting over his hardened features. “Thank you.”

“It is no problem,” Halsin assured yet again. “Just let it wash over you.”

“Aha - I think it's doing more than that,” He couldn't resist a soft chuckle when Halsin ran the soft cloth over his abdomen. The muscles there tensed and twitched away. 

“Ticklish?” 

Zevlor could hear the amused tone in Halsin's. “A bit,” He admitted with another chuckle. “I-I think the oil is - ha! Haha!” He covered his mouth fast. Halsin had run the cloth over a scar on his belly. His tail twitched like an agitated cat. 

“The oil, hm?” Halsin couldn't help but tease. “Hmhm. By softening your skin it makes you more sensitive. The tingling tickles me more than the cloth, normally, but Nettie has made even me howl once or twice…Not that it takes much for me, mind you,” He tried to use a softer touch as he went over a particularly nasty scar across Zevlor's ribs, and switched to a firmer one when that made the tiefling roll on his side with a giggle. “Hold still,” Halsin had to laugh as he pulled his partner onto his back again. Zevlor was certainly chuckling to himself. “I would have warned you that this would be a ticklish experience, had I known!” His hands lifted to give Zevlor a break. 

The paladin shook with mirth. Everywhere Halsin had spread the oil was hypersensitive, to where every touch or brush was a torrent of sensation. The tingling came and went in pulsating waves, tickling at the higher points. “I, hahaha, I haven't…I haven't been ha! Been t-tickled in a - haaahaha!” He had to firmly hold and pat down his abdomen, where the most offending tingles tortured his nerves. 

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Halsin was positive Zevlor blushed. There was a darker shade of pink on his cheeks. “No! No. J-just…go fast. Easy. Heh.”

“Perhaps gloves instead of a towel will be better?”

He huffed as the tingling came to a low. “So you can tickle me on purpose? Save it for later. Keep going as you are, hurry!”

“I'm doing my best, my heart,” Halsin chuckled. He used a firm hand to wipe the oil across the scars, fighting Zevlor's squirming the whole way. “So I'm allowed to do this later, then?” Giggling mirth filled the tent as they went, and Halsin might have snuck a few well-placed squeezes on purpose to hear more.

“You beast!” Zevlor was in a state, rolling and squirming around so much he wound up lying on his belly with his tail slashing through the air. “I, haHAAAhaha! It, it, it's EVERYWHERE!”

 Zevlor was squirming enough that Halsin had to grab and hold down the offending appendage so he could work, which made Zevlor practically vibrate in place. Apparently his back, full of scars as it was, was especially sensitive right above his tail. 

Unable to resist, Halsin purposely squeezed his sides above the hips. One wrist was quickly grabbed by Zevlor, whose face was twisted into embarrassed delight. “By Asmodeus, don't you bloody dare!”

But the druid had yet to hear one plead for it to stop. His fingers slid across the sensitive skin with ease, even as his own fingers began to tingle, because Zevlor had not once shown this much giddy joy in the months they'd known each other. His arms tried to grab Halsin's, but the druid was too quick and strong. 

“I may as well add, laughter is always the best medicine. Yours is especially infectious,” Halsin leaned down, trying to brush his lips over Zevlor's temple, but with all the squirming he hit an ear instead.

“HOO! Hoohoo! Aheheheh,” Zevlor slapped a hand over the ear, giggling as he tried to wave away Halsin's face. “Y-yohohou fiend! G-get this stuff, ahahahaha, off mehehe!”

Halsin chuckled and finally relented. He stood up straight above the tiefling's twitching form and began to utter the healing incantations. Zevlor's breathing was still uneven with the sensation overload, but once the spells were cast he rolled over onto his back again. He looked down and watched his deeper scars lighten in color, the minor scars disappearing altogether. 

“Oh,” He blinked once Halsin stopped glowing. “Oh, heh…Well, th-that does feel better…But I still feel ticklish.”

“Good,” Halsin chuckled warmly and reached his hand to help him sit up. “Once the oil absorbs through the spells, it stops. The only lingering effects are sensitivities that last a day. You'll be back to normal come tomorrow morning. Avoid direct sunlight and physical activities - although I've found that it heightens physical pleasures during this time.”

Zevlor hummed approvingly and stood, giving Halsin a knowing smile. “Oh you've found that out, have you?”

Halsin had to laugh in response. “Only if you consent, my dear. Just because I enjoy an activity does not mean that I will-”

“Hush,” He pressed his finger to Halsin's lips. “I would love to lie down on our softer blankets and enjoy your company.”

Tibbers: Till next time you two fucked up pied pipers.

Annie: LATER NERDS!

The tiefling pouted. “Just a few more minutes, Halsin!”

Halsin chuckled to himself as he continued to watch, or trying to watch, Karlach having her ear against his 28 weeks belly. Her hands gently moved against his stomach, face in full focus and tongue poked out.

The former druid watched as she turned her head to have her other ear against his belly to hear their cubs move or feel their kicks.

Ever since Halsin told Karlach that he was expecting their cub, she was over the moon about being a mum.

She spoiled Halsin, even when Halsin told her not to fret about him but he secretly loved the attention, she took everything in stride by taking over Halsin’s duties with the children whenever he was unwell in the mornings or sick.

The tiefling loved his belly lots. She would listen to the cub, read stories, talk to them about her parents, and sometimes sing to the baby.

“I think they’re asleep, Karlach.”

Karlach pouted. “Aw! Oh, well guess they-“

Both of them paused when they felt it.

A kick.

Karlach squealed in excitement after feeling the little feet kicked against her palm.

Oh, those were the days..