#raphael (bg3)

Astarion Ancunin

You grabbed him by the collar and kissed him hard, swallowing his surprised gasp. For a moment he melted into you, his hands flying to your waist, fingers digging into your soft curves with growing hunger. Then you pulled back. His lips chased yours on instinct, finding only air, and his eyes snapped open with furious disbelief. "What the hells do you think you're doing?" he demanded, voice ragged. His grip on your waist tightened, claws pricking through your clothes, "You cannot just kiss me like that and walk away." But you batted his hands off of you and took another step back anyway.

The sound that came out of him was nearly a whine, though he would die again before admitting it. "You wretched, beautiful tease," he breathed, following after you. His pupils were blown wide, chest heaving beneath his half unlaced shirt. "Do you have any concept of how long I have wanted this? What you do to me?" He cornered you against the tent post, close enough that you could feel the coolness of his body. You traced a finger down his chest. "Theeen do something about it," suggested, making his breath to hitch. "Perhaps I will then." His lips hovered over yours, not quite touching. "And you are going to love every second of it."

Gale Dekarios

You interrupted his lengthy explanation about the Weave by pressing your mouth to his. Gale made a muffled noise of shock, hands frozen awkwardly at his sides. Before he could recover enough to kiss you back properly, you already stepped away. He stood there with his lips still parted, blinking rapidly. "I--" he started. Stopped. Tried again. "That was." Nothing. The wizard had been rendered completely incoherent by a single kiss.

You watched with a smirk as color flooded his cheeks as his brain finally caught up with his body. "You... wonderful woman," he breathed, a slow smile spreading across his face. His hands finally remembered their purpose and reached for you, pulling your soft body firmly against his. "I have spent my entire life believing that knowledge comes from books and meticulous study." He walked you backward until your thighs hit the edge of his desk. "But you have just taught me something no scroll ever could." His hands settled on your hips, squeezing appreciatively as he lifted you onto the cluttered surface. He stepped between your thighs, mouth hovering just above yours. "And what's that?" you asked. He smiled. "That some lessons require a more hands-on approach." He kissed you deeply. "And I have always been an exceptionally dedicated student."

Wyll Ravengard

You caught him off guard in the middle of camp, turning his concerned check on your condition after a battle into something else entirely. Your hands fisted in his shirt and you yanked him down into a kiss that left no room for his gentlemanly restraint. Wyll groaned against your mouth but just as his arm moved to wrap around your waist, you released him and walked away. He stood frozen, watching you go, his eyes wide with shock. "Hold on now," he called after you, a breathless laugh escaping him. "This conversion isn't over."

You turned back to find him closing the distance with a loving smile spreading across his face. His hands found yours, threading your fingers together as he looked at you with amazement. "All this time..." he said softly, shaking his head to himself. His thumbs stroked across your knuckles as he stepped closer. "Before I say anything foolish, I need to know if that was real, that that wasn't merely to tease." You squeezed his hands. "I was, I want this, Wyll. I want you." His forehead dropped. "Then if you don't mind... I would like to kiss and feel you the way I have wanted to for months now."

Halsin

You slipped into his tent under the pretense of bringing him a healing potion. He sat cross legged on his bedroll, mending a torn leather strap, and looked up at you with a warm smile. You set the potion aside, knelt down to him and pressed your lips to his, causing the strap to fall from his fingers. His broad hand moved to cup the back of your head as he leaned into you, but you slipped away facing towards the tent flap.

"You would wake the bear," he said quietly, "and leave him hungry?" You heard him rise before a massive hand caught the tent flap above your head, holding it closed. His chest pressed against your back, "While I am known to be patient..." His other arm wrapped around your soft middle, pulling you back against him. "I can't help but notice how you smell like want... like need." His lips brushed the curve of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. You tilted your head, giving him better access, "Then stop waiting and take me already." A growl rumbled through his chest. "Tell me to stop and I will. But if you stay silent, my heart, I will take my time with you until morning."

Minsc

You marched up to him with a grin and before he could greet you, you grabbed his face in both hands and planted a firm kiss on his mouth. Minsc went rigid with surprise, eyes flying wide open. A strangled noise escaped him before you released him and stepped back. He sat there frozen, staring at you like you had just performed impossible magic. His mouth opened and closed several times with no sound coming out.

"You kissed Minsc," he finally managed, voice pitched higher than usual. His hand came up to touch his lips in wonder. "On the mouth. With your mouth." Color flooded his face as reality caught up with him. He rose to his full towering height quickly, looking down at you with an expression of pure bewildered joy. "No one has ever wanted to kiss Minsc before! After all I am very large and loud and sometimes I forget to be gentle." His massive hands hovered near your shoulders, trembling with the effort of restraint. You smiled and reached up, placing his hands on your waist yourself. "I know you wouldn't hurt me Minsc." His breath caught. "Can Minsc kiss you back? I will be careful. So careful... Please?"

Raphael

The human-guised cambion materialized beside you on the moonlit balcony, swirling a glass wine. "Escaping the festivities, are we? I do hope you have been considering my generous offer." You let him for a bit, drowning out his words, as you plucked away his wine and downed the contents in one go before you lunged in and kissed him. Raphael hummed lowly against your mouth, as if debating whether to pull you closer or push you away. You released him before he could decide and set the empty glass back in his hand.

He stared at you. Then at the glass. Then back at you as a slow, insidious smile spread across his face. "My, my." He set the glass aside and stalked toward you, backing you against the railing with deliberate steps. "You continue to surprise me, little mouse." His hand came up to cup your jaw, tilting your face toward him. "And I am not easily surprised." His thumb traced your lower lip, eyes roaming your features with open hunger. "I came here to bargain, but now I find myself wanting something far more... interesting." He leaned closer. "You. In my House. Where I can keep you close." You met his gaze without flinching. "Is that a threat or an invitation?" The corner of his mouth tilted upwards. "Both."

Haarlep

You found the incubus draped across the bed, watching you approach with lazy amusement as you crossed the room, climbed onto the bed and kissed them deeply. Haarlep made a delighted noise against your mouth, their hands immediately finding your hips before you pulled back and sat just out of reach. You watched as their expression shift from pleasure to bewilderment.

"Oh, you naughty thing." They pushed up onto their elbows, eyes bright with surprised delight. "No one has ever stopped kissing me before, they usually beg for more." Their tongue traced their lower lip, savoring your taste. "And yet here you sit, so composed, while I find myself positively aching." They crawled toward you across the silk sheets, until their face hovered inches from yours. "I think I've come to like you." Their fingers trailed up your thigh, teasing. "That almost never happens. Typically I am the one who inspires want, the one who denies." You caught their wandering hand and held it still. "Then I guess you finally know how everyone else feels." Their eyes widened, then darkened with fascination. "Continue this game of yours... I wish to play it some more."

Zevlor

He stood at the edge of the grove, and you approached without announcement as he turned with a tired smile that faltered when he saw the look in your eyes. Before he could speak, you took his face in your hands and kissed him softly. A shudder ran through his entire body as hands came up to grasp your wrists, holding on like you might disappear. When you pulled away, his eyes remained closed, his breath uneven.

"You should not waste such sweetness on me..." He finally looked at you, "There are better men in this camp. Stronger ones. Ones without cracks running through them..." His grip on your wrists loosened but did not release. "I would only disappoint you eventually." You stepped closer instead of away, pressing your soft body against his chest. "I'm not looking for another man, Zevlor. I'm looking for you." His resolve wavered visibly. "You deserve more," he whispered, even as his arms betrayed him and wrapped around your waist. "So why don't I want you to leave?" His forehead dropped to yours in defeat. "Tell me to let go. Please. Because I fear I cannot do it on my own."

Dammon

You visited his forge near closing time, when the other refugees had wandered off to supper. He looked up from the blade he was cooling, face flushed from the heat, and smiled at you with genuine warmth. "Come to check on your order? I was just finishing the edge." You walked around the workbench, took his soot stained face in your hands, and kissed him. The tongs clattered to the ground. His hands flew up instinctively, then froze midair, unwilling to smudge your clothes with ash and oil. When you pulled back, his eyes were wide with shock.

"I--" He swallowed hard, looking down at his blackened fingers with sudden embarrassment. "I am filthy. You should not have… I mean, I am glad you did, but…" He trailed off, completely flustered. You picked up a nearby rag and began wiping his hands clean yourself. "I don't care about the soot, Dammon." His expression softened, but then he noticed how close you were standing to the glowing coals and tugged you toward him. "Careful. The forge is still hot." His now clean hands settled on your waist, holding you against him. "If you are going to kiss me like that, do it somewhere you will not get burned." You cupped his cheek with your hand. "Show me where?" He smiled softly. "Gladly."

Rolan

You interrupted him mid rant about his siblings and their endless capacity for trouble. One moment he was pacing his study in Sorcerous Sundries, gesturing wildly. The next your hands were fisting in his robes and your mouth was on his. Rolan cursed against your lips as his hands gripped your shoulders, intending to push you away. When you released him and stepped back before he could, his hair was mussed and his expression was furious.

"What in the absolute hells do you think you are doing!?" He straightened his robes with sharp, agitated movements. "I was in the middle of a point. An important point. About responsibility and familial obligation and..." He lost his train of thought as his gaze dropped to your mouth. "Do not look at me like that." His voice had gone rough. "--You cannot kiss me senseless and expect me to just..." He gestured vaguely. You smiled at him. "Expect you to what?" He gave up and grabbed your wrist, yanking you back toward him. "Fine. You want my attention so badly? You have it." His other hand tangled in your hair. "But we are finishing this properly. And afterwards, you will listen to rest of what I was saying."

Kar'niss

The drider stood at the edge of the shadow cursed lands with his moonlantern as you approached him without fear. His various eyes blinking asynchronously at you. "You seek us? The Light of the Absolute?" You nodded and gestured for him to crouch to your level before pressing your lips to his his. He went absolutely rigid, every leg locking in place. A high, keening sound escaped him, somewhere between confusion and terror.

You released him and waited. His mandibles clicked rapidly as he processed what had occurred. "Soft one," he rasped, voice fracturing. "We do not… this is not… her Majesty never spoke of this." One hand reached toward you, stopping just short of your cheek. "Others flee from us. Others scream. Cast out. Forgotten..." One claw made contact, tracing your jaw carefully. "Why do you not run?" You covered his hand with your own. "Because I see you, Kar'niss. Not the monster your old goddess turned you into. You." His eyes fixed on you all at once, wide and unblinking. "Her majesty… she must have sent you. A gift. We are worthy. We are…" His legs shifted, drawing his massive body closer. "Show us again. Please. We wish to understand this warmth."

Enver Gortash

You found him alone in his office, reviewing documents with a scheming gleam in his eye. He glanced up when you entered, a diplomatic smile already forming. "Ah, my favorite visitor. Come to negotiate terms?" You crossed the room without responding, rounded his desk, and kissed him firmly. His quill scratched a jagged line across the parchment and before he could respond you straightened up and walked toward the door. "Think about that while you're re-drafting those terms of yours," you said over your shoulder.

"Stop." The command cracked through the room like a whip. You heard his chair scrape back and his hand caught the door, slamming it shut before you could leave. When you turned, his composure had returned. "I have manipulated the best minds in Faerun." He stepped closer, crowding you against the door. "And none of them have ever caught me off guard." His eyes roamed over your face with newfound interest. "You are either very foolish or very valuable. I intend to discover which." His thumb traced your lower lip. "And I always get what I want, terms included."

Dark Urge

He stood in the water, scrubbing blood from his clawed hands with mechanical precision. Another blackout. Another body. You watched from the shore, seeing the way his tail lashed the water in agitation. When you approached, he bared his teeth. "Stay back," he rasped, "I cannot control it. You know I cannot control it." You ignored him completely, wading into the shallows, before you pull him down into a kiss. His clawed hands seized your waist, talons dimpling your soft flesh.

When you broke the kiss, his inner lids flicked with confusion. "Why would you do that?" He looked towards the blood in the water. "There is something inside me that hungers for blood. For carnage. It whispers about you when you're gone... about what it wants to do to you." He couldn't stop himself from pressing his face into your throat, teeth grazing your pulse. You reached up and stroked his head. "It whispers when I'm gone, but what about when I'm near?" His forked tongue flicked against your skin, tasting you. "They quiet... you help calm the Urge." His arms tightened around your soft body, crushing you against his chest. "Stay. Keep it silent. Please... For your sake."