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Kym and Rolan stumbled into the cellar; it had been a long day in The Shadowcursed Lands, Kym having finally convinced Rolan to help her sneak out and break everyone out of Moonrise, the prison break having taken a physical toll on both the tieflings, Rolan was thankfully mostly uninjured, though Kym had taken some rough hits; one of the more unfortunate ones coming from Lia, Rolan’s own sister. Kym could hardly blame Lia though; she had been under the impression that Kym really was one of the cult and more alarmingly that she had been parading the woman’s brother around as her latest pet, so once the cells were open Lia bolted at Kym and clocked her in the ribs.

Rolan quickly put himself between Kym and Lia and yelled, "Lia! What in the nine hells are you doing?!"  "She’s one of them!" "No she’s not! She’s with us!" Lia looked shocked, "What?"  Rolan began "She’s not a cultist; I can slip these bindings whenever I want. This was just to get me in here without suspicion, to get me back to you two." Rolan made his point by slipping out of the binding exactly as Kym had taught him. "It was Kym’s idea; I had insisted on helping but walking in here freely would have gotten me killed, so I played the part of a prisoner. Kym made bindings that I could convincingly struggle in but could slip off easily for a fight, she was never one of them." Lia looked to Kym who was bent over still winded. "Shit.. I am so sorry, I-" "No no, its fine." Kym managed to choke out "Good hit Lia, though do you think you could save hits like those for actual cultists?"

The boat ride had been long and Lia apologized the whole way, to the point that even Cal had told his sister to quit apologizing and let everyone rest. Once docked and cleared of having new tadpoles everyone began settling in, Rolan helped carry Kym into the side room where she had been staying, though now there was a problem. "Where are you sleeping Rolan?" During the breakout Kym and her team found as many missing and confiscated items as they could but there were still some bedrolls missing, likely dropped in the conflict that got the siblings and others captured; Rolan immediately handed his own bedroll off to Cal, which was sweet but it was clear that the wizard hadn’t thought of where he was going to sleep. "I can sleep in the chair over there. " The chair, the rickety barely padded chair that Astarion frequently complained felt like sitting in a pile of splinters; even if he was prone to exaggeration, Astarion had a point when it came to that chair. "Like hells you are." Kym’s voice flat but still leaving no room for argument.

Except this was Rolan and where there was an opportunity to argue, there was the wizard. "Well I’m not quite sure where you want me to sleep, unless you intend to force me to sleep on the floor." "Well I’m seeing a perfectly adequate bed right over there." Kym said pointing at the bed she had spent the last few days healing in. "And while I sleep in a bed, where exactly are you going to sleep, and do not say you’re going back to camp; I cannot in good conscience let you sleep on the ground, not after Lia undid days of healing to your ribs." Kym wanted to roll her eyes but refrained for the time being. "Okay, first off; be nice, Lia did it for you. Second; We have enough space to both fit."

Rolan seemed to turn a deeper shade of red at the suggestion and sputtered. "Y- you cannot be serious!" "Why not? Like I said, there’s enough space, and besides, you need to rest and heal as well. Not to mention, Jaheira will kill us both if she caught either of us in that chair or on the floor." Rolan looked like he was considering the matter and Kym briefly wondered if she had overstepped, they weren’t together and as much time as Rolan had spent with her, Kym couldn’t forget that Jaheira had forced him to be her caretaker. "It can just be tonight; I could see if the team can go find and prepare some bedrolls." Looking at Kym, Rolan spoke up, "It’s not that, just… are you sure?" "Rolan,  I’ve shared a tent with most of my team at one point or another, at least you aren’t going to bite me, start an ambush drill the second I get comfy, or decide now is the time to consult your cat about the bomb in your chest; also you won’t scorch my skin off if I get too close, so yeah." Rolan stared at Kym, it was evident he was trying to figure out if she was joking or not.

The room was quiet, as it had been for the last few hours, Kym beginning to stir to consciousness cracked a bleary eye open and looked around the room. Not far from her bed sat Astarion, sewing it seemed but ever vigilant those scarlet eyes shot towards her as she made her attempt to sit up "Oh no you don’t" swiftly coming to her side to stop her from sitting up on her own, instead he helped her shift carefully into a sitting position. Then he moved the chair he had been sitting on across the room to her bedside, sitting back down and speaking with that stupid smirk on his face, he said "Ah, if it isn’t our leader, enjoy your nap?" Asshole. "Not particularly, what are you working on?" Astarion raised his brow but continued "Your camp shirt, you did rather a number on the fabric what with the whole "getting almost your whole side sliced open and bleeding all over", speaking of, how are you feeling darling?" his eyes softened, and his smirk dropped into a look of genuine concern as he asked. "I’m alright- wait, is Rolan okay?!" The memory of saving Rolan from shadows and wraiths finally coming back.

Astarion made a noise somewhere between a laugh and a scoff before saying "Gods, he’s fine darling, worry about yourself instead of your boyfriend, would you?" Blushing and sputtering from being called out, Kym said "Astarion! He and I- We’re not-! He isn’t my boyfriend" The asshole vampire then chuckled "~Oh yes, because all of us risk our lives and run into danger alone for someone we "aren’t dating" speaking of, I promised him I’d let him see you once you woke. The poor sap was rather worried if you would even wake at all." Rolan was worried about her? Had things looked that grim?

Witnessing her internal questioning Astarion said "Oh don’t have a breakdown now, I assured him you’d likely survive, plus it’s not like we couldn’t bring you back if you didn’t… probably" It was true that Withers had brought pretty much all of them back at one point or another. Not that anyone enjoyed dying, not to mention everyone needed a day or so to recover after being returned to this plane, plus Withers was not clear on where the limit of his abilities lie, making Withers was a last resort, focusing on keeping each other alive.

Smirking again… a terrible sign as Kym had come to learn "Besides darling, if you aren’t dating then why was the wizard so keen to lend you his own shirt, hm?" What?! Kym hadn’t immediately noticed but as Astarion said it, it clicked in Kym’s mind that Rolan’s scent hadn’t left her since she fell unconscious. Quickly looking down Kym saw what she was wearing a fairly simple red tunic that fell just below her bare thighs, good thing they were under the blanket… Wait, she had been wearing pants when she fell unconscious, when had she been unclothed and more importantly who undressed her?! The laughter from Astarion told her that her could hear her thoughts… thanks a lot tadpole. "Now now darling, as if I’d allow anything of that sort to happen to you, I will admit I was one of the people assisting but it was only I, Shadowheart, and Jaheira, no one was allowed near the room unless they were a healer or had permission from one" Astarion assured "So how did I come to be wearing Rolan’s shirt?" Astarion practically chirped in excitement at the question. "Well, of course once your shirt came off Shadowheart, Jaheira, and Halsin pretty much immediately started working on your wounds, and I was tasked with finding something to put you in once you quit wasting blood by spilling it all over the floor, I was originally going to permit you to wear something of mine but as I was heading back into the room with one of my shirts, your dear, sweet Rolan asked about my shirt, and once I explained that it was for you he offered up his own almost instantly, jealous isn’t he?" Uhg, why had she even bothered to ask, of course he was prone to embellishment and tall tales, it was Astarion after all.

"The man practically shoved his shirt into my arms, he even said you were free to keep it if you wanted, I can’t believe how sweet that man is considering his cruel remarks and the little fistfight you started with him! Guess all couples have their spats once in awhile! Ahaha~" Astarion chuckled at the memory, and Kym groaned, not long after reaching Last Light Rolan had been drunkenly yelling at Ide and Umi, Kym could understand the grief Rolan was experiencing at the seeming loss of his entire family, but she couldn’t understand nor allow him to take that pain out on children. What had started as Kym trying to talk Rolan down had ended up with both on the floor of the inn, beating each other to a pulp due to some cruel words from both sides. The party had decided to let Kym blow off some steam in the shadowcursed lands, leading to the injuries that would likely be healed now had she not sprinted off to save Rolan from himself. Instead, she lay here now with worse injuries.

"Well, I had best go let your lover know you’re awake, don’t cause trouble!" Kym took the opportunity to flip Astarion off after that comment, in response Astarion blew a kiss before disappearing out the door. Left alone, Kym took a moment to bring the collar of Rolan’s tunic to her nose, inhaling his scent. In spite of the seemingly endless smell of damp rot, decay, and death these lands carried that seemed to seep into everything, Rolan’s shirt didn’t seem to smell of any of it. Instead, it smelled of old books, kind of like her archive back home, some kind of citrus, and something woodsy and spices she couldn’t quite place at the moment, cinnamon? nutmeg?

Before Kym could focus too much on Rolan’s scent, Astarion swung the door open announcing his and Rolan’s presence. Quickly smoothing down the tunic before Rolan entered, hoping Astarion wouldn’t call her out in front of Rolan… she might just actually die, or kill Astarion, or both. Rolan looked handsome, as he always did to her, nervous and with Kip on his shoulder. Kip, her baby dragon, spikey and easily mistaken for a pile of crystals when sleeping, with scales of blues, purples, and gold, big black eyes that could easily trick someone into believing he could do no wrong. A force of mischief appeased only by strawberries. Rolan had insulted Kip some time ago which had led to the argument and subsequent fistfight, but perched on Rolan’s shoulder, it appears that Kip forgives him, and truth be told, so did she.

Rolan entered quickly and sat himself in the chair next to the bed. He looked nervous and at a loss for words, a trait so unlike Rolan that Kym found herself worried for the man, Astarion had said he was fine, but he certainly didn’t seem like it. Just as Rolan got himself situated, Kip hopped off of Rolan and into her lap, curling up and seemingly falling asleep. Chuckling a bit Rolan finally spoke "Your lizard was worried about you; he wouldn’t leave me alone after I got back." Kip hadn’t left Rolan alone? "Oh, I’m sorry, he probably could smell my scent on you and-" "No no, it’s okay, just surprising he even tolerated me, after the…" Kym nodded, she knew what he meant. "Well, I hope he wasn’t too much trouble, I know how he gets when stressed. He might be a dragon, but he is still only a baby" Rolan nodded in agreement, no matter how intelligent dragons are, Kip is still small and young.

Clearing his throat, Astarion spoke "Wasn’t there something you wanted to say to our leader, wizard? Perhaps of the gratitude variety, hm?" Kym rolled her eyes "Astarion, don’t be an ass-" "No, he’s right, I was rude… and unreasonable when you arrived, I shouldn’t have been an ass, even after you came to -" YOU UTTER FOOL!" oh boy. Jaheira swung the door open, spooking Kip and causing him to perch protectively on the bedpost.

Jaheira entered, the older woman’s eyes immediately locking on Kym like a panther locking onto its prey. "Do you have the faintest idea how much panic you just caused?!" "I-" "Do you know how many lives you could have put in jeopardy with that stunt?!" Jaheira continued, it wasn’t as if Kym was blind to the fact running off to rescue Rolan alone and injured was a stupid plan but saying that anyone other than her was in jeopardy because of it was a bit much in Kym’s mind. "Two, my own, and Rolan’s if I failed or died" wrong answer apparently. "ALL OF US, YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON CAPABLE OF INFILTRAITING MOONRISE, IF YOU FAIL OR DIE BEFORE YOU CAN GET THERE WE ARE ALL IN DANGER! YOU-" "It was my fault" Rolan spoke up, shocking Jaheira into temporary silence and before Jaheira could fully recover, Rolan continued "She wouldn’t have had any reason to be reckless had I simply stayed put. Please if you are going to punish anyone, have it be me." Holy hells, was Rolan actually taking the blame for her? Why? Sure, he was alive but that hardly stopped him being an ass a day ago. "I’m well aware I’d be dead had she taken any longer to reach me than she did, it was that recklessness that saved me, it’s saved so many of us, so please, don’t be too harsh on her."

Jaheira, finally catching up with what Rolan just said, took a breath and spoke "I think it is best if I speak with our warrior in private." Astarion took the hint and ushered Rolan out through the door leading outside, Rolan looked as if he intended to object but ultimately said nothing. Once Jaheira was sure they were alone she began. "I do not intend to be harsh without reason, you know this?" The last part came out as something between a question and a statement, Kym nodded. "Good, and I do not have to explain why what you did was foolish, correct?" Kym shook her head, the older woman nodded before continuing "Now, let us not understate your actions, you went into the lands underprepared and injured, all to save a man from his own elaborate suicide attempt. That was reckless, but brave, not many would have done what you did, and fewer would have succeeded." Confused, Kym interrupted "Is that a compliment?"

Smiling, Jaheira spoke "It is indeed c- young warrior" Jaheira had corrected herself, though Kym decided that she would leave it unsaid for now. "That, however, is not going to distract me from the fact something needs to be done about both of you." Ah shit. "Go easy on Rolan, please, he’s been through enough already" Jaheira raised her eyebrow at the request, then snickered a bit before saying "Calm down, I am not going to banish him to the shadows, and even if I did, I have a feeling you’d chase after him, that said I already have punishment in mind" after those words Jaheira stepped out and returned with Rolan behind her. "Now, you both made foolish decisions today, and for all our sakes, that will not happen again, so you, foolish hero-" Jaheira said pointing directly at Kym "No more surprise heroics, you are to remain on bedrest until you heal, and you, wizard-" now pointing at Rolan "You are to make sure she is taken care of, keep her in bed and out of trouble, no leaving her unattended until she heals, understood you two?"

Rolan looked somewhat flushed at the idea of being required to spend so much time with her, fair considering a day ago he likely would have strangled her if told he had to be her personal healer. "I understand Jaheira." Rolan said, nodding. "Well cub, do you understand, or shall I repeat myself? Perhaps pinch you so you know this is no dream?" Now it was Kym’s turn to blush, quickly nodding in affirmation, Jaheira mercifully took that as an answer and spoke. "Verry well, I shall leave you both to whatever you will do, but remember, as little activity as possible and nothing more intense than stepping outside." Rolan nodded again, and with that Jaheira stepped out, finally leaving Kym and Rolan alone in the room… aside from Kip who had moved back to the foot of the bed and was back to sleeping.

"Well, that could have gone worse, but still not ideal" Kym said. Rolan made an affirmative hum at her words before turning towards her and speaking "Looks like I’ll be stuck taking care of you for a while. Do you need anything?"

Kym’s back hit the bookshelf, pinned between the hard wood and the surprisingly strong wizard that had just picked her up and carried her across the room, all while their tongues explored one another’s mouths. A confession turned kiss, turned… this, not that Kym was complaining, far too many weeks spent pining since that party after the goblins defeat and now the heady cocktail of hormones of heat mixed with having gotten almost no sleep in days due to it, then finding out about the abuse Rolan was undergoing at the hands of that bastard…

Lorroakan, her ex-boss and a fraud of a wizard seeking immortality by caging an aasimar. She had struck a deal in a moment of weakness made her unable to kill him unless her hurt someone she cared for, he would later curse her to be unable to so much as speak his name after she left the apprenticeship. But that prick had finally crossed the line, by laying his hands on Rolan, breaking his part of the agreement and allowing her to finally take him out, for Rolan, for Aylin, for her. The fight against Lorroakan won, the bastard split in half in a sleep-deprived insanity and hormone induced rage.

The air in the room heavy as she made her way to a bruised but alive Rolan, his help in the battle was invaluable and his presence making Kym’s heart race faster than it ever had before. She had approached Rolan simply to ensure he was okay, at least that’s what she told herself, but as she stood there in front of him with adrenaline and the threat of death waning, her hormones came rushing back reigniting the fire that Rolan unintentionally lit in her weeks ago with his stupid little lights spell, amplified by an unexpected heat. Given zero time to prepare and being Gods know how close to ceremorphosis left her unable to rest or ride out her condition, simply trying to manage the symptoms and prevent other tieflings from noticing.

But of course Astarion just had to go and open his mouth with a "Isn’t there something you’ve been meaning to tell this wizard for quite some time?" all but forcing her hand while she is in a state, not to mention that she had just saved him again, this was the wrong time for both of them but her logic had gone out the window, same place that Klank had gone come to think of it, and she caved, told him how much she had come to adore him, not as a wizard, but as a person.

 To her great relief Rolan confessed the same, having admired her since the night of the party, admiration that quickly turned into affection as she saved him, nearly dying in the process, then risking her health again to save his family from Moonrise. Rolan took a surprising bit of initiative and pulled her to his lips, and for once Kym didn’t fight her feelings, leaning in to happily accept more of Rolan’s taste, allowing the wizard to slip his tongue into her mouth. Kym could vaguely hear Zev fussing about her state but being shushed by Astarion as he lead the old Hellrider away along with the rest of her team, finally giving the two of them some privacy.

Now here they were, making out and grinding against one another while pinned against the wall. Kym happily getting lost in the taste of the wizard, giving in to her hormones and built-up feelings, pawing at his robes, trying to get the man to finally take them off. All of a sudden, Rolan pulled away, stepping back and putting space between them, his next words causing a pit of dread to form in her stomach. "Wait, this isn’t right, we shouldn’t be doing this" Kym would likely never admit the way her heart shattered a bit at those words, though the hurt and confusion in her face told on her more than enough, "Wait… did… did you not want this?" Kym’s mind was firing fast, Rolan had said he felt the same but that didn’t necessarily mean he was ready for this, of course she got carried away in the fantasy her heat-addled mind cooked up for her, he probably didn’t even-

"Zurgan! No! I mean- " Rolan took a moment to breathe and form his words before speaking again "I do want this, more than anything. It’s just… you’re in heat and I… I don’t know how much of what you said is the truth and not just the infernal hindbrain talking. I don’t want this to end and have you regret it. I don’t think I coul- Gods what am I saying?!, I couldn’t live with myself if I took advantage of you." Gods… That’s what Rolan is worried about? Just as Kym didn’t think she could fall any harder. "Rolan, I am in heat; yes, but I still have my wits about me and I meant everything I said. I have wanted this- wanted you for quite some time; the only thing heat has changed about that is that already strong feelings are more intense. So please; if you truly want me, then come have me before I kill someone." Kym gave a quick glance over to Lorroakan’s mangled body "… someone else".

Rolan smiled, but still looked bothered by the acknowledgement of the corpse, "…I would prefer our first time together to not occur four paces away from my former master, the man that you so handily dealt with"  Kym didn’t mind the body, Hells; a part of her hoped the pricks soul was being forced to watch as two of his former apprentices had sex mere feet away from his remains. "I mean… you might could carry me about two more paces that way if it would be better." Rolan looked thoroughly unamused for a moment but a small smile eventually cracked that facade. "Kym, we are not having sex in the same room as that bastard’s corpse, Kym." A fair point, though it wouldn’t stop Kym from getting one last bit of revenge. "Okay, fair, I still remember where the bedrooms are in this place… assuming the tower didn’t undergo any major changes since I was an apprentice." Rolan shook his head "We are going to have a long conversation about that." Kym giggled as he picked her back up, this time into a bridal carry. "It’s a deal, now that I actually can."

The walk to the bedroom wasn’t long, everything in the tower was pretty much exactly as Kym remembered it, maybe a bit messier now, likely because she wasn’t here to clean up after that man-child. Kym had never understood how he had gotten anyone to respect him, even before she became another one of his unfortunate apprentices; he had always seemed like an overconfident and cocky man, the obvious attempts at wooing her happily married mother likely didn’t help with that image. But now wasn’t the time to think about him, now was the time to finally do what she should have done with this wizard several weeks ago. Rolan stepped inside the master’s bedroom and immediately was in awe, the room was massive compared to the apprentices’ quarters and was one of the few rooms that Lorroakan hadn’t unceremoniously shoved various magical items of unclear origin into.

Rolan found his way to the bed and laid Kym down carefully before beginning to crawl on top of her, kissing anywhere his lips could reach as he did. Rolan paused again and tentatively asked "Have you been with other tieflings or am I your first?" Kym flushed at the question and answered, "You’re actually my first ever" Rolan’s pupils widened and his tail began thrashing about behind him at those words. "You’re- you’re still a virgin?!… and you want me to be the one to…?" "Yes Rolan, I want it to be you, more than anything." Rolan sat there for a moment, the realization causing the wizard to malfunction before his brain finally kicked in and before Kym knew it, his lips were back on hers with renewed ferocity. This makeout session more intense than the first, Rolan’s teeth accidentally nicking her lower lip and the taste of blood that followed being what brought Rolan’s mind back to the present.

"Zurgan! I shouldn’t be so rough with you, I- I’m sorry, I’ll grab a potion for that later. For now let’s get you properly prepared for this.  How much of tiefling biology do you know?" Kym had to admit she was pretty clueless when it came to the subject, she had read a handful of anatomy books but there weren’t many on tiefling biology and even fewer had reliable information. "Only really when it comes to my own, and honestly? Sometimes even that knowledge is beyond me."  Rolan nodded, "Okay, there are some "unique" features of male tieflings that can be quite the shock to someone not expecting it, and sometimes painful for someone’s first time, would you like me to explain or would you like me to leave it a surprise?" Kym was curious, that much was true, but in this moment she just wanted Rolan to hurry up and have her, right here, right now. "I think I’d rather skip to the part where you’re railing me till I’m nothing but a twitching mess leaking your cum." Kym wasn’t sure Rolan’s eyes could get any bigger after finding out she was a virgin, but it seemed those words did just that.

Rolan let out a breath "Very well, just… let me know if something hurts." The poor wizard was so hard, the fact evident even under his robes; he must be trying so hard to control himself. Finally Rolan began to undress Kym, tugging at the laces on either side of her outer robes. Sitting up only slightly, Kym began to assist Rolan in the undressing process only to have the wizard push her back down against the bed. "Stay put and let me do the work for once." Rolan’s voice took on a growl in the last few words; maybe she could get the wizard to break his composure someday, wouldn’t that be interesting... not today. A mage hand appeared and instantly began untying her boots while the wizard stripped the topmost layer away, immediately beginning work on the underrobes, stopping only to nip and kiss at her neck before returning to undressing her. Kym for her part still helped where Rolan would let her, kicking off her boots once the mage hands took care of the laces and shifting to make getting her underrobes off easier, from there the pants and shirt were a simple task. The final layer was even simpler, just her underwear, Rolan was a bit shocked to find out Kym hadn’t been wearing a bra but quickly reminded himself of something she told him some time ago. "Mage gear is already way too many hard to remove layers, If someone sees my breasts, then it means they’ve earned it"

Rolan stared for a moment at Kym’s nearly naked form, taking in every ridge, freckle, and scar; of which there were many. Kym’s body was covered almost head to toe in ritual scarring, even Astarion had winced a bit when he saw them. Rolan mercifully only asked one question in regard to the scars. "Do they hurt?" "No, not anymore-" Kym gently rubbed her thumb against the wizards still bruised cheek and continued "-scars like these hurt less once the one who caused our wounds is gone" Rolan pressed his face into Kym’s palm and kissed it, he seemed to understand and quickly moved on, they’d have time to unpack the past later, for now it was just them in a bed, ready to explore one another.

Rolan sat up and began removing his own robes, that mantlepiece he took so much pride in removed in a hurry and discarded, the robes he had worked so hard to maintain almost ripped in the wizards hurry to take them off then tossed into a pile somewhere behind him. Left in only his underwear, Rolan carefully began moving down towards Kym’s probably soaked panties; caressing and leaving kisses as he marked his path. Sure enough as Rolan reached her clothed core he found that the material was soaked almost completely through. "Gods I’ve really kept you waiting." "I’ve been waiting far longer than you realize" Rolan’s smirking face telling Kym that she had said those thoughts out loud. "Best not keep you waiting any longer then" Rolan said as he began pulling at her undergarments, sliding them off with ease and casting them aside with the rest of their clothes. Now fully naked Kym was certain if not for the hormones flowing through her like magma, she might begin to feel embarrassed seeing the look Rolan had on his face.

"Please..." the word came out more like a whimper. Rolan shushed her with a "Hush you, you’ll have plenty of me tonight, just let me get you prepared first." Rolan then pulled her legs over top of his shoulders, shifting until his mouth was hovering just over her weeping cunt. Looking up his eyes searched Kym’s for any sign of hesitation; upon seeing none the wizard jumped wasted no time finding her hole with his tongue and licking a stripe till he reached her clit, taking in her taste. The actions suddenness causing Kym to buck her hips in surprise but Rolan simply held her in place and continued on. "You taste divine, as much as I’d like to spend the night supping on your nectar, there is simply more important matters, such as "railing you till you’re nothing but a twitching mess leaking my cum" as you so eloquently put it."

Rolan then carefully inserted his middle finger into her, being sure to avoid scratching her inner walls with his claws as he slid inside. Kym gasped at the feeling and blushed at Rolan’s next words, "Gods you’re tight, I can barely get my finger inside. It’s going to take some work to be sure you’ll be able to take my cock… and the surprise~" Rolan began slowly pulling out before moving back in, the action causing Kym to once again attempt to buck her hips at the repeated intrusion but her hips were still being held in Rolan’s strong grip. Rolan scolded Kym lightly "Quit squirming, lest I slice your insides." His words were not a threat but the growl in the wizards voice could have caused someone to mistake it as such. Kym settled again and let her lover continue, taking in the feeling of being filled; and this was only a finger;  just how big was this wizard?! Rolan continued at a measured pace for a few minutes, taking in the small squeaks and noises of pleasure before adding in his index finger; the additional finger causing a slight burning sensation at the stretch. "Mhf!~" Kym quickly slapped a hand over her mouth to cover the small squeak of pain, however Rolan was perceptive, looking up Rolan asked "Are you okay? Do we need to stop?" for as cocky as he’d been since finding out she was a virgin, Rolan still didn’t want to hurt Kym. "I-I’m fine, just… a little painful; please don’t stop." Rolan nodded with a "I won’t, but tell me if you need a break; I don’t want you in too much pain, this is meant to be pleasurable"

Rolan returned to fingering Kym, trying to keep an even pace, introducing more stimulation by curling and making a scissoring motion to loosen her up more before inserting the ring finger as well. "Look at how well you’re doing; taking three whole fingers, you may be able to take me yet~" Kym whimpered at that, enjoying the praise from her wizard; she couldn’t wait to have him truly inside her. Kym laid on her back whimpering and moaning at the stimulation as Rolan thrusted and curled his fingers inside, suddenly Rolan found that spongey spot and Kym saw stars, a coil tightened; but before it could snap Rolan pulled away. Kym whined at the sudden loss and Rolan merely chuckled. "Now now, I’ll give you what you want, but for tonight the only way you are cumming is on my cock, besides I think you’re finally ready to take all of me."

 Rolan rose back up and crawled on top of Kym, allowing her to see how his erection strained against his underwear; taking his sweet time, Rolan undid the laces on the undergarments revealing his throbbing member. The wizard was undeniably well endowed, at least if the few anatomy book diagrams were anything to go off of, a little less girth more than made up for by the sheer length of it, and to top it off he was covered in ridges with a row of bumps lining the underside of his cock. Slipping fully out of his final layer, Rolan leaned in, allowing Kym to wrap her arms around him. Giving Kym a kiss, Rolan began rubbing himself through her folds, covering himself in her fluids before notching himself at her entrance. Kym winced a bit as Rolan slid inside but quickly adjusted to him thanks to his fingers loosening her up, before she knew it Rolan was completely sheathed inside her, feeling him in some of the deepest parts of her, relieving her in ways she hadn’t realized she was needing.

The thrusts started small and shallow, before gaining speed and depth as the two lost themselves in each other. "Fuck!~ S-so good! So good Rolan!~" Kym screamed as Rolan deftly found her clit and rubbed in small circles; unexpectedly sending her over the edge as she shook and moaned. Rolan kept thrusting barely slowing down knowing just how fast a tiefling in heat recovers; an interesting bit of biology, tieflings in heat are more sensitive and climax more but recovery periods are much shorter. In the moment Kym felt an urge and followed it, sinking her teeth into the area where Rolan’s neck and shoulder met. Rolan felt the sting, then the realization of what had happened threw him into a frenzy and before he could slow down he felt it; his knot, it had already swelled past the point of pulling out, to avoid hurting Kym he pushed further in allowing it to lock them together with him buried to the hilt as he came deep inside. The two lovers stayed like that for some time, Kym pulling her teeth from Rolan’s shoulder and Rolan carefully flipping them over so that he was the one on his back allowing Kym to rest on his chest, also so he didn’t hurt her by laying on top of her.

Kym dragged Rolan into the room and swiftly shut the door. The party had been a drag, as most events were to Kym, who would much rather be at home in Ramaziths tower, holding her naked lover in their bed. But alas, Rolan had insisted on making an appearance tonight, claiming "reputation" as if not showing their faces at a handful of parties would be damaging to their reputation. Kym knew better, most of the nobles wouldn’t even notice them there, but she couldn’t fault Rolan, he was a new face in the elites of the city, a tiefling, and an Elturian refugee, it’s only natural he’d want to prove he stood on equal footing with the other patriars’, it was why Kym went along, she had experience in the hierarchy and was known as a force to be respected.

But none of that mattered now that she had found a suitable room to drag her lover into. One of the attendees, Lady Esha, had made a pass at Rolan, the drunken wench practically throwing herself at the archmage, Rolan handled it with grace, as he always did at these events, but it didn’t stop Kym from needing to make some form of claim on her love. Kym was not a jealous person normally, Rolan had enough of that for both of them, but Lady Esha was one of those nobles that had always felt the need to prove how much better than the other dames she was, and Esha’s favorite target was Kym, always comparing appearances and criticizing how clumsy and inelegant Kym was. Kym could usually just roll her eyes and ignore it, but something about how she looked at Rolan bugged her, like it won’t be the last time she pulls this stunt. Rolan was a loyal man, Kym knew this, she also knew if Rolan ever cheated that Cal and Lia would not hesitate to throttle their brother, but it didn’t help the pit of anxiety that had formed in her stomach.

Kym had barely noticed that she had begun pulling at the ties on Rolan’s pants, at least until he grabbed her hand and spoke, "Darling slow down, this isn’t our home! Anyone could simply walk in and see! What would they say about us!?" Her sweet Rolan, always worried about maintaining decorum. Unfortunately for him, Kym knew these parties all too well, no one was going to come in, and even if someone did it was hardly the first time someone had stowed away with a lover at another’s estate, and they likely would not be the last. "No one’s going to catch us… besides, if some lord saw you splitting me in half, they may finally take the hint that I have all I need with you~" It was playing dirty, Kym knew this, using Rolan’s jealousy to her advantage was… not hard to do in all honesty, Hells, she’d likely done it on accident a time or two. Her words seemed to stir something in Rolan, but his pride held firm for the moment. "Oh come now Rolan, surely you’ve had a thought or two about having your way with me in one of these pricks houses before, I’ve seen how you act after someone tries to flirt~ Wanting to claim me right there and then in front of everyone~" Rolan grumbled, she was far too correct for his liking. "Zurgan! Fine… but we have to keep it down, I am NOT having our private life be some rags gossip material."

Perfect. Kym continued untying the laces of Rolan’s pants with a renewed ferocity, quickly tugging his trousers down taking his undergarments with, just enough that she could take him in hand. "Mhph~ If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were the one with something to prove, love~" Kym flushed a bit at that, shooting him a warning glance, "I can stop you know~" As Kym began pulling her hand away Rolan quickly grabbed her wrist, choosing to drop the topic and apologize, they can talk about their shared jealousy issues later, now is the time for claiming one another. "Good boy~" Rolan’s length twitched at the praise, Kym couldn’t remember when exactly she learned how much Rolan responded to praise, but she knew he enjoyed it more than most and she was always happy to provide for her archmage.

Kym continued gliding her hand up and down Rolan’s length, relishing in the little noises of pleasure that left his lips. For the man who told her to be quiet so they don’t get caught, Rolan sure seemed to make a lot of noise, not that she was going to complain. Rolan then suddenly stopped Kym and picked her up, only to set her on a desk. Pushing her skirt up, Rolan took a moment look at her clothed sex and the damp spot forming before pulling the thin fabric aside. Rolan lined himself up and notched himself at her entrance, carefully pushing the tip inside eliciting a gasp from his love. "Hush you, what did I say about being quiet?" Rolan pinched her side a bit as he said that, but there was no real malice in his words or the act, just teasing.

It was a peaceful day in Ramaziths Tower, Kym, in her favorite of Rolan’s tunics, was lounging in bed reading over her spellbook for ideas while Rolan had gone to the market for more ink and parchment. Suddenly Rolan swung open the bedroom door looking flushed and slightly frenzied. Darting over to his desk, where he unceremoniously dropped his bag, then hastily made his way over to Kym without care for the objects inside. "You okay lov- hmpf?!" Kym’s question was interrupted by Rolan practically throwing himself on top of her, the dhampir utilizing a mage hand to put away her spellbook so she can tend to the grumpy tiefling in her lap.

Rolan continued cuddling into her, uncaring of how he came off, something Rolan only did when something was on his mind, Kym wanted to figure out what, but Rolan’s affection was tempting her into letting the matter rest, for the moment at least. Rolan looked up at Kym with pure adoration and spoke. "Gods, I love you. You know that right?" Kym nodded, it was rare Rolan said the words outright, but he had little ways of making it known how much he loved her. Today however, seemed like it was going to be one of those times he wouldn’t stop telling her. Rolan’s nuzzles and headbutts had begun to turn into soft caresses and love bites, with the wizard even pulling her shirt to the side for better access to her neck.

As Rolan continued his assault on her neck Kym spoke up "Aren’t I supposed to be the bitey one in our relationship?" the joke earning Kym a low chuckle. "Mmm~ But you are so sweet it is impossible to resist my dear" Rolan said as he moved his hand lower, pulling at the hem of Kym’s underwear. Noticing Rolan had not shut the door, Kym willed her mage hand to do so, just as the door shut Rolan spoke a few incantations behind her, wards flared to life locking it and creating a modified silence spell to keep all noise inside the room. Gods damn Rolan was quick when he meant business.

But before Kym could admire Rolan’s quick spellcasting, she was dragged into a heated kiss, her lovers’ tongue quickly given access to her own. As he kissed her like their lives depended on it, Rolan’s hand returned below Kym’s shirt and moving lower still, until he reached her clothed sex, gently stroking at the covered mound, feeling the now damp cloth. Pulling away, Kym whimpered at the loss of his tongue. Rolan smirked "Hm~ Looks like someone is eager. Patience love, you’ll get plenty more of me soon" As he spoke, Rolan hooked his fingers into her panties and began pulling, lifting her hips Kym allowed Rolan to undress her.

Kym had started pulling off the tunic she was wearing but was suddenly stopped by Rolan. "Leave it on, I rather enjoy seeing you in my clothes." It was no secret that Rolan had a thing for seeing Kym in his clothes, it was why she was practically always in something belonging to her husband when she didn’t have to leave the tower, something about it just drove the wizard absolutely wild, and he seemed determined to stake his claim tonight. Rolan then finally began removing his own robes. Knowing how much Rolan enjoyed making a show out of stripping his clothes,

Kym contentedly watched as Rolan put on a private show for her. Once down to only his underwear, Kym sat up to strip him of that final layer, slowly revealing Rolan’s already hard cock, he was quite long and covered in ridges with a series of bumps lining from tip to shaft on the underside, Gods he was perfect, even if only to her. Experimentally, Kym ran her fingers over the bumps and ridges, earning her a deep groan from Rolan. Encouraged by his noises, Kym took Rolan into her hand, moving up and down his shaft in slow, methodical strokes that caused Rolan to whimper.

Suddenly Rolan seized Kym’s hand, kissing it gently before pushing her onto her back, crawling over her as he spoke "You’re mine, time to make sure everyone knows that." So that’s what this is about, Rolan had always had a jealous streak even before he had begun officially courting her, something rooted deep in his psyche had always put him under the pretense that he didn’t deserve her, leading to her lover being territorial over her. Kym knew marrying Rolan wouldn’t make those self-doubts disappear entirely, but time and affection had made Rolan calm down somewhat, although there were still days when something or someone triggered that part in his brain that demanded to claim her. But what more did he plan to do? She very enthusiastically allowed him to mark her, doing the same to him so it was clear it was mutual, and above all she married the wizard, how much clearer a picture could she pai-

Kym’s thoughts were interrupted by Rolan grabbing her legs pushing them up, folding his lover in half. Rolan took his throbbing length and carefully rubbed it through Kym’s wetness, covering himself in her slick before notching himself at her entrance. Slowly he began to push himself inside, Kym’s arms quickly finding a place on his shoulders as Rolan’s arms and body kept her and her folded legs in place granting Rolan access to her deepest parts. Rolan continued pushing inside one ridge at a time, maximizing both Kym’s pleasure and his own. Soon Rolan was fully sheathed inside his beloved, his tip hitting her cervix, the knowledge of how close to her womb he now was setting him into a frenzied pace. Panting as he spoke "Hphf~ I’m going to fucking breed you Hng~" Oh, it was this game, they had discussed the idea of kids and both were on board with the idea, Kym was waiting for her contraceptive herbs to wear off and for Halsin to give them the go-ahead before they could try for real, though that hadn’t stopped either of them from playing out the fantasy in the bedroom, Kym discovering they both really liked it when he "bred" her.

"Yes! Yes- fuck! Breed me Rolan! Please!" Kym practically squealed between a series of moans and whimpers, Rolan speeding up at her sounds moaning and stuttering out "I c-can’t ah~ wait to watch you swell with our child, t-to feel the hah~ life we made under my palm, hng~. H-Hells I want that, more than a-anything my dear" "Yes! Hmf I- hah~ want that too! Fuck! I’m close!" Rolan did his bet to keep his pace, murmuring words that switched between comfort and dirty talk about how much he wanted to see her pregnant. Rolan’s hands had moved from her legs to begin grasping at her covered breasts, imagining what they would be like once filled with milk, pulling her tunic up for better access, Rolan briefly moved his head down so suck on the mounds before returning to his favorite thing, looking into Kym’s eyes as she fell apart for him. One hand continued to grope her breast as his other hand moved down taking a moment to brush along the seam of their union before moving back up to circle her clit.

Kym was shaking and practically screaming for him to cum inside, Rolan could feel his knot beginning to swell he just needed a push. He began rubbing her sensitive button faster and that opened the floodgates. Colors flashed behind Kym’s eyes as her body shook with the force of her orgasm, her hole tightening around Rolan’s length being the thing to push her love over the edge. Rolan kept thrusting inside until his knot swelled enough to lock him in place as he released his seed up against her cervix. Slowly, Rolan adjusted Kym’s legs to be more comfortably around his hips and lowered his upper half onto her chest, allowing some comfort to both of them through the aftershocks of their highs.

It was quiet, save for their ragged breathing and the occasional whimper from Rolan as his body released more of his spend into her, up until she spoke up "What got you so worked up today?" Rolan, confused "Hm? What do you mean?" Kym chuckled a little as she spoke. "The only time you get like this without being asked is either A: During your rut. Or B: When someone or something triggers that jealous part of you. Unless I’m mistaken or you’re starting early, you aren’t supposed to be in rut for another two or three weeks, and normally I know when someone did something to make you jealous as it usually involves someone directly touching or flirting with me. …I’m not upset Rolan, I just want to be sure those old insecurities aren’t cropping up again."

Rolan was quiet for a moment to think before sighing and responding, "You know me far too well." At that Kym snorted and said, "That’s pretty normal when you love someone enough to marry them, you tend to figure them out pretty well." Rolan let out a soft laugh at that and continued, "Well… you aren’t wrong, I saw something at the market today." Kym looked at Rolan with raised eyebrows but let him continue at his own pace. "Well… two things actually, one of them is in the bag on the desk." Hearing this, Kym summoned her mage hand back and prompted it to deliver the bag to Rolan. Taking the hint Rolan opened the bag to reveal a baby blanket, soft, blue, and decorated with little silvery stars. "After the first thing I saw I figured it had to be a sign" Kym inspected the blanket, clearly of fine quality, though Kym had slight concerns about the stars. Being a dhampir, Kym had issues similar to vampires, even if not as intensely, this extended to silver, while it didn’t immediately burn, long term exposure could cause irritation. Rolan could see what bothered her about the blanket and spoke, "Don’t worry, it’s not actual silver, the seller doesn’t touch the material." …Wait, there was only one tailor in the Gate that refused to work with silver. "You bought this from Astarion?" Rolan scoffed at the question, "Of course, as if I’d trust anyone else in the Gate for quality and safety in regard to you… and our future children"

Putting the blanket back into the bag and having her mage hand set it gently on the nightstand, Kym spoke again. "So… what was the first thing you saw, the thing that made you decide that the blanket was a sign?" Somewhat embarrassed, Rolan spoke "I ran into this couple with their child, a tiefling, a human, and their little one with the tiniest horns, I don’t really know why but all I could think about was what our children might look like and how much I wanted to start our family. Then I decide to stop in to visit Astarion and of course, he’s selling a baby blanket that would go perfect in the nursery I want to build with you. The fiend even went so far as to practically give it to me for free, he only accepted gold because I insisted on paying!"

It had been an awful… day?... night?... It was hard to tell in these cursed lands, but the last few hours had been awful, ambush after ambush, a shadowcursed needle blights death burst catching her by surprise and leaving several minor puncture wounds. A drider catching her by the leg, the snapping sound and immediate pain that followed telling Kym that today’s plans should wait until tomorrow, only for Marcus to come and attempt to kidnap Last Lights only hope, Isobel, a winged horror flinging Kym over the rails causing her to smack ribs-first into a barstool next to Rolan…

Kym’s affection for the wizard was a secret only to the beautiful tiefling it seemed, as her teammates, her patron, Kip, her mischievous baby dragon, and all the other refugees seemed to always have something or another to say whenever they interacted. However, staring at the wizard would do nobody any good, so with some effort, Kym hoisted herself back onto her feet and got back into the fray. Choosing to assist Jaheira on the ground floor, trusting her team to keep Isobel safe.

As the battle came to a close, Kym watched Jaheira sprint upstairs to check on Isobel and her team. Unable to follow due to her fractured leg and cracked ribs, Kym decided the best she could do was check up on everyone. Mol had been taken and Kym could only hope she was alright, Alfira and Cerys were tending to the remaining children, Bex, still heartbroken over Danis, was sitting by Dammons forge having not wanted to be alone during the attack.

Everyone was fine, that was good. Rolan sat at the bar continuing his drink like the skirmish hadn’t flipped half the bar over. Speaking as he saw her "Won’t even have to go outside to die, now that the cultists have found us" Gods this man was pessimistic, though she could hardly blame him, with his siblings missing and possibly dead she’d be pessimistic about this too she imagines. Scratch that she knows how she was after her brother’s death, and at least she had closure, Rolan is waiting on them to even get to know if he still has a family left.

They should have been to Moonrise today, but today had other plans, and now it would be at least another couple of hours before they could- "The element of surprise will not last!" Oh dear “Tell that to Kym! She can’t even come upstairs!" Astarion had started an argument with Jaheira, because of course he had. "You have a cleric, do you not?!" "She’s tired and we are ALL injured!"

Hobbling her way up the stairs Kym reached Isobel’s room only to collapse in the doorway. Karlach noticing immediately and rushing to pick her up before offering a solution. "Look no one is getting anywhere arguing, how about we have Isobel heal Kym, just a little, and put her downstairs in that room, and we’ll go scout around Moonrise, Kym can heal, and we can get info before any cultists catch on" "That could work" both Astarion and Jaheira agreed "Unless you got any objections soldier?" Karlach asked. "Are you sure you guys will be okay without me?" "Course soldier! I’ll keep them out of trouble" Kym wanted to object, but being tired messed with her higher functions and Kym wanted to believe they’d survive a few hours without her.

Leaving her in the first-floor bedroom, Isobel healed some of the more minor wounds and Halsin made a salve for the pain so she could sleep in relative peace. After some time Kym awoke, thirsty and with the sense something was wrong. Following that instinct, Kym arose and stumbled her way into the common area, it was rather quiet with only a few Harpers patrolling around. Shifting over to the bar something caught her foot and she bent down to see what it was, just as a projection of Rolan started playing: "Cal, Lia, if you are seeing this stay put I repeat stay put, I will return in a tenday at most" Kym didn’t need to hear anymore than that before summoning her daggers, grabbing her quarterstaff, casting a light cantrip on it, and sprinting off into the shadows; vastly underprepared

Finding Rolan had been surprisingly easy, simply following her instincts and the most logical route he could have taken. The hard part was that he was surrounded by shadows and clearly out of spells, opting for ever-weakening cantrips. Jumping into the fray in spite of the searing pain in her leg and the protesting of her ribs. The shadows were quicker than she had realized, and one got a swipe at her already cracked ribs, adding a deep necrotic gash into the skin and muscles on her right side. But the fight continued until finally an opening, with a quick flourish, an eldritch blast hit both shadows, their forms dissolving into the ground.

The shadows had been slain, Kym, injured worse than before and running off adrenaline, leaning on her quarterstaff, looked to Rolan to see if he's okay, "Rolan are yo-" but was cut off before she could finish "GODS DAMN IT ALL I CAN DO NOTHING RIGHT,  NOT A DAMN THING" taken aback by his shouting, but still needing answers, Kym continued "Please tell me you weren't looking for Moonrise" she didn't know why she asked she knew what the answer was going to be. " So what if I was, Cal & Lia could be there" exactly as she suspected " Instead, I found myself cornered by shadow-fiends, and in need of rescue from you, of all bloody people." He sounded so broken at that last part, she wasn't sure what stung more, the necrotic gash in her side or his words. "Rolan you are trying to help your family- you're too hard on yourself" trying to be encouraging, even as the world began to spin. "Or not hard enough" …of course he won't just accept that but nevertheless, she allowed him to continue "I've failed Cal and Lia again. Be on your way- I'll return to last light... I know when I'm outmatched."

Hells this man is stubborn "Rolan, You’re agh- Shit!" Adrenaline having finally worn off and the pain in her side flaring, knocking the wind out of her and causing her knees to buckle. What should have been a very unceremonious drop to the ground was suddenly stopped by a surprisingly strong pair of arms. "Zurgan, you’re still injured, what in the hells are you doing out here then?! I swear you-" quickly realizing now is not the time to chastise her he sighed, slotting her quarterstaff next to his own on his back, and hoisted her into his arms" let's get you back to Last Light, I can't berate you if you're dead." Was... was he actually trying to joke with her right now? " I mean, you can I just don't think I'll learn anything." Jesting back, given how rare it is to see Rolan joking, it may be her last chance to mess with him while it’s appreciated "As if you'll ever learn anything when you're alive either" she laughed at that, the pain in her side quickly reminding her why she shouldn't do that. "Sorry" he mumbled, seeming genuinely apologetic for her pain.

Running through the shadowlands, with the only light being her quarterstaff on Rolan's back his torch having been extinguished in the scuffle, watching as the shadows lurk just beyond the light, smelling her blood waiting for the moment her wound takes her, a horrible thought crossing her mind, if she died out here her body would turn and kill Rolan as he tried to save her. She couldn’t let that happen. "Rolan?" said with a wobbly voice "Hm?" an acknowledgement of her next words "If I die before you get back to Last Light, you drop my body and you run, got it?" She felt Rolan's arms tense at that felt him almost falter for the briefest of moments. "You're not dying, I will not allow it" she wasn't sure if it was just impending unconsciousness, but it almost sounded like his voice shook for a moment. "The necrotic wound in my side would care to disagree with you." And at those words, he sped up, was he?... no, surely he didn't care that much about her life... To distract herself from that thought she spoke the words she had planned to tell him earlier. " Rolan, you did a good job." There, out in the open at least one less regret should this wound, and the curse, take her. "Huh?" uncertain if he heard her correctly. She continued, " How far you got with only your skills and a Torch, it's truly rather impressive." " I didn't see you struggling that much, you didn't even need a torch." Of course, even now he aims to be stubborn. "Rolan I cast a simple light cantrip on my quarterstaff, it's not that hard" she watched him grimace, it didn't seem to make him feel better that it was a simple solution he hadn't thought of.

Quickly deciding to change the topic. " Besides, the only thing we have that you don't is a blessing from Isobel, and that we travel in a pack" It was true Rolan matched if not surpassed Gale in skill, hells if it had been Gale she was rescuing instead of Rolan, she’d be shadow food by now " I don't see that pack by your side now." Rolan commented, a little bitter, but as the words left his mouth he seemed to realize what that truly meant "Where in the hells are they, why are you out here alone!" he raised his voice in… frustration?.. panic?.. "…They're still at Moonrise; …I was just getting out of bed to grab some food and a drink when I found the… projection thingy you left." "Zurgan, I knew I should have left it somewhere else, but why didn't you wait for them, or grab a Harper or two to come with you! It would have been smarter than running all this way, while injured!" He had a point, but she wouldn’t say it to his face " …Didn't feel like I had time and from the looks of it… I was right…"

Seven and a half months since The Netherbrain’s defeat, eight months since Astarion was freed of Cazador and the night in the graveyard that followed, and two months since the novelty of being pregnant wore off for Tav. Not that Tav didn’t adore the tiny life inside of her, or the sheer joy and wonder on Astarion’s face as he stared at her rounded belly, but Gods was the little one demanding already. A trait no doubt inherited from their father, though Astarion had proven himself quite helpful in the months after they found out about the pregnancy. He would help where and when he could, doting on Tav’s every need and want with ease. But none of that could fully relive the stress and exhaustion carrying a dhampir causes, perpetually exhausted, often sick, and constantly dizzy from the little one’s constant draining of Tav’s blood. Astarion had stopped feeding off her upon discovery and Tav had been consuming blood as advised by Halsin and Jaheira, which didn’t help the near constant nausea she experienced most hours of the day.

Sitting on the couch of their shared home, Tav groaned into her hands as another flurry of kicks came from inside her womb, desperate for the pregnancy to be over already. Right on time, as if summoned by her discomfort Astarion appeared by her side instantly concerned for her and their baby, "Are you alright my dear?" Tav looked over to her husband… she still couldn’t believe it, had you told her a year ago she’d be sitting in a house married and pregnant she’d ask what you consumed and if you had more. "Darling, you’re spacing again, do you need more juice?" Oh, he was so sweet, he had began mixing the blood with juice in a loving attempt to hide the taste, or at least make it more tolerable to her stomach.

"No, no, I’m fine, just thinking about how much longer I’ve got to wait" Astarion sighed at those words, he knew pregnancy had not been entirely kind to his lover and that she spent most days at her wits end. "Funny, I’ve fought hordes of goblins, an immortal man, an avatar of Myrkul, a vampire lord, a slayer form chosen of Bhaal, and a netherbrain, and yet a baby is the thing that is going to undo me." Laughter rang from the man at her side, at least someone found this funny. Crouching down to speak, Astarion grabbed Tav’s hand and spoke, "My sweet, you are doing positively spectacular, considering the circumstances!" Astarion said with such genuine affection Tav had to admit she almost didn’t want to contradict him… almost. "Star, I spend most days laying on the couch or in our bed at the mercy of a person almost the size of a sunmelon, verry few days end without me crying out of pain, frustration, or because of hormones, I can barely keep most food down, and can’t even go piss without your help. But please enlighten me on how well I’m doing"

Soft laughter followed her words, but Astarion began, "Well I hardly have to tell you how difficult dhampirs are to make, or the amount of mothers that even get this far." His hand tightened around her own, he was scared because it was true, dhampir mothers often die attempting to bring their child into the world, with quite a few not even making it to term before the child within accidentally kills their mother and themselves by proxy. Feeling his love squeeze back he continued, "The fact we weren’t even trying to make one when we did… we didn’t find out we were expecting for months, God’s below, you defeated a netherbrain at two weeks pregnant, and spent the next four months adventuring at my side before we found out! It’s a miracle we are getting this chance to have a family." That was true, for how fragile dhampir pregnancies supposedly are, their little nibbler is still there, even if they are causing problems for their mother.

Astarion stood back up only to move to sit on the couch next to his wife, gently he helped rearrange Tav till she was propped up with pillows in a sitting position with her feet in his lap. He then gently began massaging her swollen ankles and Tav sighed, she hadn’t realized just how tightly wound she had gotten the last couple of months. "You are so much stronger than you have given yourself credit for these last few months. Besides, we are so close to the end and meeting our little one. So please, treat my wife and the mother of my child a little kinder, because she is everything to me." Gods, she didn’t realize how much she needed to hear that. "Oh shit. I’m sorry darling, please don’t cry. I’m-" "I know you’re not mad, I just didn’t realize how much I needed to hear that, sorry" Tav quickly started wiping at her tears but was stopped when she felt soft fabric touching her face. Turning to face Astarion, she could see a handkerchief in his hand, lowering her hands to allow her lover to wipe at her tears.

 "Don’t ever apologize to me for crying, I can’t stand it." Astarion cautiously slid Tav so she was sitting on his lap, holding her close as he began kissing at her tears then moving down towards her pulse point lightly sucking at it, careful not to mark unless his beloved wanted it. Tav quickly realized she wasn’t just wound up emotionally and physically, but also that over the course of her pregnancy, Tav hadn’t been able to take care of her "desires" on her own and even simple affection had turned her body to mush in Astarion’s hands, and of course, her love noticed far too easily.

"Oh? Oh~ My poor darling, it seems I’ve been neglecting you. How cruel of me~" Astarion had gone into that silky, suave voice he knew Tav couldn’t help but be turned on by. Slowly and carefully Astarion slid those dexterous fingers under her nightgown, giving his love ample time to pull back or turn down the advances. Tav whimpered into Astarion’s shoulder, "hnf~ more, please." Astarion didn’t need any more prompting than that, swiftly moving his hands lower, surprised when he reached her mound. "Hm?, Decided not to wear underwear today my sweet? ~" Tav snorted at the question, "You try putting on panties when you can’t even bend over" "While I will admit it is far more fun to take them off, you could have asked for my help, I’m here to help you my love." Astarion continued his fingers exploration of her soaked folds, relishing in the little noises of pleasure falling from his beloved’s lips.

"Feel good darling?" "Very, Gods I hadn’t realized how much I- ahg! ow ow ow-" Sucking in air through her teeth and clutching her stomach, Astarion rapidly pulling back, but still clutching her form "Oh shit, darling what’s wrong?!" "I’m fine, just more kicking" Astarion stared at Tav trying to figure out if it was the truth or if she was trying to hide something, at the same time moved his hand over her own resting on her swollen belly. Tav then moved her own hand to guide him to where the baby was making their assault. Feeling the flurry of movement under his palm had Astarion enraptured, his wonder was one of Tav’s favorite parts of this new adventure. "Brilliant, absolutely brilliant isn’t she?" Tav tilted her head to the side, "She? You know something I don’t?" Astarion laughed as he slowly gathered Tav into his arms and began walking towards their bedroom. "No, but I have a feeling and have I ever been wrong darling?" Tav elected not to answer that, lest Astarion get pouty and decide to torture her by leaving her wanting.

Once in their bedroom, Astarion sat Tav gently onto nest of pillows that was once a bed, Astarion had gotten a little carried away with ensuring there were enough pillows around their home, but it was sweet he took her comfort so seriously. Leaning in, Astarion resumed kissing Tav deeply and caressing her body, this time paying extra attention to her stomach before gently tugging at her nightgown, one of the pieces Astarion had made when he first noticed Tav struggling with her clothes, the light blue silk providing something cool to wear on hot days and easy to put on, only the best for his wife. Astarion then pulled the garment over Tav’s head and threw it somewhere behind him, then choosing to begin stripping his shirt off, confusion when Tav stopped him only to realize she just wanted to pull his shirt off herself. Once Tav got his shirt off she tossed it to the side and returned to making out with the vampire like her life depended on it.

Astarion cautiously lowered Tav into the pillows, ensuring she had ample support anywhere she might need it before kissing down her jaw, nuzzled into her neck before continuing to move lower down her body, taking a moment to kiss her rounded belly and then moving himself lower until reaching Tav’s mound, wet and waiting for him. Astarion began with a kiss to her soaked folds before licking a stripe up her sex, his fingers experimentally entering her folds. Tav was moaning and had thrust a hand into the elf’s curls, the other moving to cover her mouth all while her tail curled around his bicep. "Move your hand darling, let me hear how good I make you feel~" Astarion purred, then moving back down to continue eating her out. His tongue quickly finding his beloved’s swollen pearl, moving his mouth over the sensitive bud and sucking, Tav practically squealed at the sensation, Astarion laughing at the sound, the vibrations of his laugh causing Tav to create more beautiful whimpers.

Astarion kept up a pattern of licking and thrusting two fingers inside, then carefully added a third, causing Tav to attempt to buck her hips off the mattress at the stretch, stopped only by her lover’s firm grip on her hips. Astarion thanked his undead nature that he didn’t require air and could spend as long as Tav would let him between her legs, gorging himself on her juices with her legs dangling over his shoulders, a hand fisted in his curls, and her tail coiled tightly around his arm. "Ahh! Hells, Astarion I’m close!" Music to the elf currently being crushed between her thighs, Astarion pulled his fingers from her hole to focus on holding her hips as he used his mouth to do the rest. "Let go my love, I’ve got you~" Her legs shook, and hips attempted to buck away from the overwhelming pleasure but were held firmly in place by Astarion as he licked and sucked until the taught cord inside snapped and a rush of ecstasy followed, Astarion happily lapping at the juices flowing from her until she pulled him up by his hair. "Feeling better my love?" Tav nodded and made a noise of approval between catching her breath.

"What about you?" Astarion looked at Tav and smiled, "Oh my sweet, I appreciate your concern, but this was about making you feel good. Don’t worry your stunning face about me."  Astarion’s heart swelled with affection for the woman beneath him, eight months pregnant and desperate for release but still so worried for him and making sure he gets pleasure as well. "Delectable as you are, this was about you and I couldn’t be certain you’d be open to any "intrusive" pleasures right now and I didn’t want you to feel pressured." Tav’s eyes filled with affectionate tears, both she and Astarion still had issues with sex and intimacy, but that seemed to make both more content to move at their own pace knowing that their partner could wait for them to be ready and that there was no pressure to continue if it wasn’t a good night. "Do you want to fuck me?" Astarion sighed, it was a loaded question. "Of course I want to, you are stunning, especially so right now. Seeing you like this, so full and radiant has done things to me you can’t imagine. It’s taken every bit of self-control I’ve had these last few months to not just ravage you at every opportunity-" "Then don’t" Astarion looked at Tav with a mix of confusion and lust. "Don’t keep trying to control yourself, have me. You won’t hurt us, I know you won’t."

"Are you sure darling?" Tav smiled and nodded "I am, I trust you." Astarion felt his erection straining against his pants, he’d been trying to ignore it since Tav placed his hand over her stomach, he wasn’t sure if it was the wonder of impossibility made flesh or just something in his body responding to Tav’s condition, but every time Astarion looked at his wife he found it hard to think of anything but filling her again and keeping her like that the rest of her days. However, lust-addled as his mind was, Astarion still had Tav’s comfort at the top of his priorities, moving his wife onto her side and rearranging pillows so that she was supported. Astarion finally began removing his trousers and underwear before laying behind her, one arm slid underneath her grabbing at her leaking breasts, his other arm supporting the rounded belly where his child grow. Astarion used one of his legs to hook under Tav’s and open her up to him.

"You really like the leg thing don’t you?" Confused, "The leg thing?" Tav laughed, "I seem to remember you hooking your leg underneath my own in a graveyard once, still can’t believe I let you seduce me on top of your grave." As Astarion realized what she was talking about he couldn’t help but laugh as well. "Like you tried to stop me, besides it is rather poetic, I created new life on top of the very soil I was once buried under."  Kissing Tav on the back of her neck, Astarion dragged his length through Tav’s still wet folds before lining himself up with her entrance. "Still sure about this darling?" Tav nodded and made an affirmative noise, with that Astarion began pushing himself inside.

Tav moaned as Astarion inched himself inside, thrusting himself further in inch by inch till he was finally sheathed inside. Astarion stilled for a moment to allow Tav to adjust to him. "Hells, I almost forgot how big you are." Tav could hear Astarion chuckling behind her, "Aww you’re sweet, mmm~ and still so tight." Astarion grunted that last part as he slowly pulled himself out till only the tip remained then began pushing in again, setting a slow and sensual pace, simply enjoying his beloved and her body. "I love you so much. I can’t imagine what I did in this life or the last to deserve you." There it was, in the months following the defeat of The Netherbrain, Astarion had learned one of his favorite things to do during sex and it was talking, some days it was praises and love poetry, others it was just pure dirty talk, but talking was a good way to keep both himself and her present during sex. "My sweet, all my prayers answered, how in the hells did I come to find you?" Tav smiled, it wasn’t often he referred to her as an answered prayer but every time he did, it was the most raw and genuine he could be. "Well, I remember a dagger to my throat and fangs at my neck." Tav giggled, she loved him but would never pass up an opportunity to bring it up. Grumbling, Astarion gave a slightly rougher thrust causing Tav to squeak in surprise.

The lovemaking continued gentle thrusts and soft noises until, "Astarion!~ ha~ I’m close!" Knowing what she needed, Astarion began to speed up and put more behind his thrusts, chasing both of their highs. As Astarion thrusted words spilled faster, "Look at you my sweet- hng! Taking me so well~ If I could I’d put another in you right now you know~, keep you like this all the time, so full and needy~" Astarion’s thrusts began to get sloppy as he approached his end, but he wouldn’t stop until he felt his beloved cum on his cock. "My sweet darling, so full of life, so radiant, all swollen with my spawn. We’ll make a nocturnal horde with our love." Astarion had once talked about the benefits of ascending and one of his favorites was the idea of a nocturnal horde of loyal spawn, despite giving up ascension it seemed he still intended to have his nocturnal horde, though Tav could admit she liked this method of gaining that far more.

"Bloody Hells." Rolan grumbled as he scrubbed at Elspeth's scalp for a third time. Still shocked at just how bloody this woman could get herself covered in. "How did you even manage to get this much blood this caked into your hair?!"

The tiefling was beginning to regret turning down Astarion's assistance with her bath, the elf's words now making more sense "As deliciously beautiful as our leader is I can assure you that my offer is entirely platonic. Washing your darling ex Bhall-babe here is a group effort most nights" the groups cleric had snorted and responded with "Most? Washing her hair was a 3-person job at the very least up until recently"

Lost in his thoughts he almost missed the soft chuckle coming from the enchanting woman below him. "What's so funny?" The teifling questioned "Nothing, I just think you look cute pouting like that." This caught Rolan off-guard and had him sputtering "I- I was NOT pouting, simply lost in thought about how wretchedly hard it is to clean your hair. I cannot believe this wasn't simply an oversight by the God that made you."

Another laugh, so full of joy. " To be fair, I don't think Bhaal intended me to do anything but kill" shit.. Rolan had forgotten that his partner was a Bhaalspawn, but before he could spiral on that blunder, Elspeth mercifully spoke again. "Besides, if you think this is bad, imagine the hells I went through trying to clean it before I cut it short."

Rolan shivered at the thought of having to clean Elspeth's nearly floor-length braid, he questioned how she did it, and his beloved, amused, replied "Well before all of this I probably either didn't care or had servants and cultists do it for me, as for our adventure well... I usually had Shadowheart, Karlach, and Astarion helping me. And sometimes Gale would cast prestidigitation just to be sure we got it all"

"At least now my hair is short and it's only the remains of my ex. I feel kinda bad for the others, they had to pick bits of goblin, worg, gnoll, and other various beasties out of that mess" Rolan chuckled and shook his head. Gods he loves this woman, even when she manages to get bits of Archduke stuck in unmentionable places all over herself. But that's the price of dating Elspeth, and Rolan wouldn't have it any other way.