#hellspawn fanfic

Astarion’s hand snakes around to Karlach’s mouth, desperately concealing her moans. The tiefling, finally repaired and able to touch, doesn’t expect her freedom from celibacy to be this good — this intense. Lying on her stomach on the worn bedroll of Astarion’s tent, her mind swarms with pleasure as she struggles to keep gasps and whines from leaving her lips.

“Shhh, darling. I doubt the entire camp wants to hear our — gasp — little lovemaking,” the vampire whispers into Karlach’s ear, holding her hips steady with his other hand as he thrusts in and out of her.

“S-sorry, fangs. You just feel so— fuck!” Karlach bites back another moan as her cunt flutters around Astarion’s cock, nearing her climax with each piston of Astarion’s hips. Her infernal engine glows bright blue, tinting the irises of her eyes and the locks of her hair. Her flames hotter and hotter by the second, but she trusts her lover with her life. Gods, if I burned up right about now, isn’t that a way to go? Karlach muses in the fleeting moment she has a coherent thought.

“I can tell you’re close, dear.” Astarion adjusts his positioning, hitting her G-spot directly. “Now, cum for me.”

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