#tavrem

・　wyll's experiences have mostly been positive, yet his knowledge on what it feels like to have been tricked and used for someone else’s delight is prominent. his history with mizora is enough of an indicator. he has been trapped in being tied to her, has done things he probably would have preferred not to, and when he dared say no or refuse her, he would only be met with punishments and violence. he is not one to force on the question of sex, hence the reason why he lays back on the matter and prefers for you to come to him and the others whenever you would feel comfortable. ・　when he understands the reasons why you were so distant in the first place, it breaks his heart, to know that you have gone through such things. he sits down with you and lets you speak on the matter, listening in silence until you’re done. he is completely understanding, and promises no matter what your choice may be on joining them, he will respect it and it won’t alter his love for you ever. ・　he whispers sweet praises when his lips kiss your every knuckle, his mouth full of pecks that he presses on the length of your arm to reach your shoulder, his teeth grazing your collarbone before focusing on your neck and ear, his voice warm with desire and longing as he witnesses the shivers covering your skin just from his words.

・　when it comes to gale’s experiences, he has been mostly loyal to one conquest in his life which, in the end, he is unsure to have willingly desired in the first place. being under mystra’s apprenticeship and growing up under her instructions had made him wonder, when she had sought him out, if she had not just perfectly formatted him for her enjoyment without a regard to his own. had he shared sheets with her, his own sweat and energy for her delights, that he had placed his own to the side and not acknowledged his own pleasures? ・　so when he discovered the reasons for your distance in regards to the orgies, he was understanding and profoundly sorry this was the case. gale was a patient man, and he would never impose anything on you if you were to go further than kissing or cuddling. it’s an immense show of trust to him, when you accept to let yourself be guided and discovered. he had had multiple conversations with you about his usage of spells in the orgies to make sure you were aware of their effects and that he would never do anything to you that you did not feel attracted to. ・　his voice crackled softly in the air as a purple sigil traced itself in lines of light on your lower belly, warmth spreading under your skin as it brought a different, more amplified feeling to anyone’s touch on your skin. by a flick of his fingers, he could change the intensity and the location as he pleased, and his lips would stretch in a smile when he’d hear the delicious sounds blooming in your throat from his sole presence.

・　lae'zel’s experience when it comes to sexual activities varies considerably in comparison to most of the group’s members. githyanki and their relation to sex lead to the amphibian destiny of a greater people and greater warriors, so it could be imagined that their sex style may sometimes be less of an act of pleasure but an act of evolution’s cycle of reproduction. it remains, however, a fight for dominance on her part, and she has grown aware of your uneasiness when it comes to the matters of the flesh. ・　her undying honesty led her to question you on it, and even if some of her kind might have considered you as weak for going under that circumstance, she saw the bravery in you, an incommensurable amount of strength for holding your head high and continuing your life after all of this. she made it evident that it would be an incredible honour for her to share her pleasures with you, and would perfectly understand if your decision was otherwise. ・　she tries to be more gentle, for her claws not to dig too deep in your skin when she hears the way you moan under her as her tongue swirls around your hardened nipple. her hand squeezing your skin glides down your body to reach lower, but her hand gets snatched away from one of your other lovers who is already claiming you with their fingers.

・　minthara’s experiences to sex have been, like it can be custom with the drows, quite dominating. this, however, doesn’t impeach her to be aware of the way certain people have a hand too easy to be egoistical, simply wanting to please themselves and not take in consideration the other party’s feelings, and turn an activity that balances so heavily on trust and communication into an undesirable experience. ・　so when you explain to her the reasons why you haven’t been engaging in the orgies, she instantly understands. she takes your hand, speaking softly as she reassures you that there is nothing that could or would force her to impel you to do anything you would be unwilling to. it can be a frightening activity after all, especially when in your situation you engage romantically with so many at once, but she assures you that if you ever feel comfortable enough to receive them, she will make sure all behave and that everything is discussed and agreed upon. ・　she scoots away the githyanki’s hand, her long dark fingers trailing on your groin as she watches the way your hips buck in the air. the corners of her lips stretch as she cups you, her thumb pressing over the most sensitive parts of you and humming when your hips roll to feel her more, her fingertips teasing you as she pulls them back a little and you are left with the kiss of the air on you. she wants to hear what you want from you, otherwise, she won’t do anything.

・　karlach knows what it is like to have something taken from you without a chance of it being returned. she knows too well of the cruelty even the person you most profoundly trust can show and how they can hurt you, knows what it is to have a part of you ripped out for the pleasure of others. the condition of her body doesn’t help much either to calm some of her fears when it comes to sex, as she always dreads the thought of burning her partners. but getting her heart fixed alleviated most of the feeling, and encouraged her to partake more in the sessions. ・　so when she finds out the reasons why you have been distant with them on that matter, her engine boils a mixture of sadness and anger that she swears could make her overheat. the road is still long till baldur’s gate, she might as well add other names to her list of people to avenge. in any case, she is more than happy to be able to simply touch you from kisses or hugs or your hands joined together. she respects you more than anything, and all she wants is for you to feel safe. ・　her body feels so warm and good against you, one of her hands keeping you in place as your legs shake over the vampire between your thighs. karlach’s free hand kneads one of your buttocks, her palm pressed tight onto it as her claws dig in the skin, the sensation entrancing. her eyes glow to the way you react, and she can’t help but squeeze harder and lower to hear more of you.

・　astarion is probably the best placed at camp to understand your situation. the majority of his life, if not the entirety of it, his own body was only considered as an object to lure in victims and his sexuality was ignored for the finality of his master’s projects. he was a bit curious as to why you were first so distant from the sexual activities in the group, but when he realised the reasons as to why that was the case, he instantly softened. he had a long conversation with you, about the things that had happened, and promised you that if you didn’t want to engage in anything sexual, he would be understanding.  ・　if you did accept, though, and you joined everyone, he would make sure that everyone is aware of this – if you will allow him, if not he would encourage you to explain the situation, but won’t force it. he wants you to be able to appreciate this moment, not endure it or for this to weigh on your mind terribly. ・　so when astarion bites the inside of your thighs, he kisses the imprint of his teeth on your skin and looks up at you as his lips graze the goosebumps he left in his trails. the crimson of his eye catches the moon like two rubies riveted on you, drinking in every sensation he’s giving you until he is fully intoxicated by you.

They didn’t even mean to stumble into eachother, each to their own blindly traversing through the thickets of the woods towards the nearest river. Tav simply mentioned having to retire early to take a bath (much to Gale’s dismay), and they all hungrily jumped towards the opportunity like dogs to a meatless bone, the one of the hopefully many chances they’ll see you naked, vulnerable, and shivering – even if it’s only due to the lack of warmth in the river’s streams.

It’s wrong, debauched, even. Hells, even literal devils, Karlach and Wyll, wear faces ridden with shame. Of course, they (namely Astarion and Lae’zel) poked at the others stalking as if they weren’t shamelessly doing the same.

The tension in the air was thick, each a barrel on the verge of explosion ready to wipe out the recently discovered possibility of rivalries and competition – but they couldn’t blame eachother; there was just something about you that made you so very enticing. They all thought it was incredibly silly to think only one person would want you.

“Well,” Astarion clicked his tongue in displeasure, having his private time foiled. Still, he smiled sardonically. “we’re all degenerates, it seems. We’re all looking forward to having a... fun time.”

A deep rumble came, and it surprisingly did not come from the forest ground. It was simply Halsin, all too polite and calm smiles. Astarion groaned; he was sick of this big fucking oaf with hearts for eyes and a log of wood for brains. “We are not depraved for simply yearning to admire our friend in a state of tranquil—”

“Oh, please! Don’t act like a saint in front of me!” The vampire spawn huffed, hands on his hips. “We’re all here for the same reason, we all want to see Tav fucking naked, no point in lying now!”

Tints of red and pink all rushed to everyone’s faces, and even Shadowheart was reduced to fiddling with her fingers together. Though awkward coughs ensued in the air, not a single word of denial was uttered.

Karlach is first to speak up, ever brazen. “It’s true!” She says with her signature sharp smile. “I wanted to see her tits!”

(Lae’zel and Astarion nodded approvingly to Karlach’s honesty. Halsin and Gale quietly shared their sentiments on their preference to your ass. Shadowheart and Wyll could not disagree to both.)

Amidst their busy conversation and debate regarding your body’s fine qualities, the alarmingly close and approaching noises of branches snapping and leaves crunching had rendered them silent, panicked shivers and goosebumps on their skin. With shared glances and only a few split seconds to react, the party floundered and flailed for whatever they could use to stay hidden.

“Settle down, you circus; Tav’s coming!” Wyll is the first amongst the party to silently and comically dive into a bush with Karlach, clutching their tails to avoid it rustling about in excitement. Halsin had thrown Gale and Astarion atop a tree’s thick branches before joining them. Lae’zel, disappointingly, camoflauges just well with the greenery, watching Shadowheart flounder about and settle for lying on the ground with grass over her face.

“All you filthy ska'keth.” Lae’zel hisses, letting everyone know of your now visible presence, the halting of your footsteps along the other edge of the river. “Enjoy the show.”

Across the distance, their focus had been shifted to you and now solely you.

You quietly groan, trudging towards the river you’ve been searching to no end, you set down your basket of fine oils, herbs and waxes as your armored limbs ache and practically cry for a dip in the clear stream. With no haste, you take in the cool night air, this little moment of peace, away from prying eyes you’ve fought long and hard to obtain. Sweat trickles down your throat, your tail swaying in contentment in the calm atmosphere.

Quickly deciding you’ve had enough of the crisp air, you reach towards your body to unclasp and unfasten the many buckles on your durable armor – starting with the iron top, quickly taking it off to reveal your bare, battle-worn chest and hastily discarding the metal on your legs, throwing them aside in favor of letting the cold air bite at your naked, scarred body before you go into the water; allowing your body a little moment of respite from the suffocation and heat of tight, bloody armor – even letting your tail sway around freely instead of being constricted to being stiff. A content smile creeps its way onto your face.

You lightly step your way from the sand to the edge of the water, continuing to walk until you’re trembling from the cold, until you’re hips-down in the water. A grateful sigh is pulled from your lips as you start to wade about, your hands subtly working to wash the dried blood, gore and grime off of your body and hair – using the oils and wax soaps of sweet woodruff and wine from your basket, even scrubbing your horns. A little part of you finds this normalcy almost unfamiliar, uncomfortable; it’s been quite a while you’ve taken care of yourself. Your thoughts start to drift; prior to your abduction by the Nautiloid ship, were you ever taken care of, like this? By other hands, even?

(You hope so.)

Another sigh is dragged out of you, though wearier as guilt treads within you. Just a little moment of peace, of indulgence before you go back to the dreadful task of keeping your companions and yourself alive and fighting. Just a little more time. You think you deserve it.

A silence was washed over the forest, and the party as they all beheld you and your battle-worn body. It felt almost sacred, like doing this would have them damned to the Hells and below but it was simply too captivating. Your bodice was a web and a product of war, and they were caught mesmerized – with only the dense forest and one another to witness their quickly unravelling need for you. But even then, they felt some semblance to pity. What they wouldn’t give to the gods right now to be by your side and give you some tending to.

The ridges down your back, the swaying base of your tail, the alluring image of your hips and ass teasingly disappearing into the water below, the silhouette of your horns – that untroubled smile on your lips – they all drink it in with their eyes in a fashion similar to Astarion’s throat would with your blood.

They savor it for as long as they can, before stepping out of the trance as Gale himself not-so-quietly attempted to clamber down from the rough-bark tree he was settled in, dropping down to the dirt and crushing the leaves loudly and ungracefully. Shadowheart gaped with mortification at him from the ground, everyone wishing to every god above you would have mistaken the sound as a particularly large animal, perhaps an owlbear and not a wizard along with an entire party intruding on your privacy.

“Gale! What in the Nine Hells are you doing?!”

Astarion had settled for whisper-yelling once again, pointing at him accusingly from his position atop the tree’s branches besides Halsin. Gale waved his hand, silently telling him to shut the fuck up, before urgently pointing at your discarded armor and clothing, then proceeding to give him a big smile and two thumbs up.

Surely enough to the mortification of the party, he quickly cast Misty Step over himself to travel to your area and hastily swiped (stole) anything soft – including your unattended bandages and undergarments, taking a small moment to put it to his nose and re-casting the spell to return below the tree within a few seconds. He wallowed in his pride before with a swift motion, tucked the newly acquired materia into the pockets of his robe much to the discomfort (and mild envy) of all of them.

“A man has to do and take what he can.” Gale reasoned to nobody in particular, nodding solemnly as if he just shared a piece of wisdom. He suppressed a yelp as Lae’zel then threw a rock at him, followed by another as Astarion thwacked a small branch straight to his forehead from above.

“Just leave it.” Wyll snidely commented, fighting with his life to tear away his eyes from your moonlit form, breaking out of a trance. “We should leave, go back to camp. It’d be suspicious if everyone just disappeared.”

“Ugh, you are such a killjoy, Wyll.” Astarion rolled his eyes but complied, scaling down the tree quietly, much unlike Gale earlier, who was still fiddling around his pockets with your intimates. “A party pooper, even.”

As repulsive the idea to leave you was, it was reasonable. Begrudingly, everyone quietly sat up or climbed down and quietly attempted to find their way through the dense, dark forest, sharing little observations and hushed chitchat along the way. And soon enough, the party found themselves in familiar territory, now gathering around and settling down near the campfire like they previously had before you announced your leave, as if they didn’t just claw their way through eachother earlier to see a scrap of your vulnerability.

The fire cast a warm glow over the party as they immersed in chitchat, a few (namely Shadowheart and Astarion) pestering and even offering a bargain to Gale for the underclothes he had nicked earlier. The wizard was not deterred; fair and square, he wagged his finger as if to say nuh-uh to the seething two. It was only shortly after, that you came stumbling back into camp like a lost fawn, hair and body language calm and loose but the armor remaining stiff on your body.

Karlach coughed to let the others know you had arrived from your personal time. “Soldier! You’re back!” You greeted her with a nod, before raising a brow and sweeping your eyes amongst them. Gale swallowed, placing a protective hand over the pocket that held your garments.

“You would not believe what happened.” You sighed in utter distress before plopping yourself down besides Halsin and Astarion on the log to let the fire embrace you with warmth, piquing everyone’s interest and attention with intense ease. “A wandering owlbear ate my clothes.”

They all collectively either guffawed or choked on their spit, Lae’zel scoffing and Astarion groaning amongst them. Right. Of course, you would have thought it was a fucking owlbear. Thieving owlbears that take normal, musky clothes instead of shiny armor.

“Ah, owlbears.” Gale tutted and sighed with faux sympathy, nervously chuckling and shifting to hide the lump in his pockets. “They’d eat almost anything, really.”

Astarion shot him a bewildered look, as if to ask, don’t you? You swallowed two of my books last night!

“You can borrow my clothes, for the night.” Shadowheart butted in, suddenly slotting herself behind you and setting a reassuring palm on your shoulder. You smiled at her, gazing up at her gratefully. “Thank you, Sha—”

“Well, you can have my clothes!” Karlach and Lae’zel shot up in unison.

“Sharing your old filth, I can sew them new clothes!” Astarion argued, until everyone started refuting eachother and proposing that you take theirs and whatnot.

You sighed with exasperated fondness, immensely troubled but somewhat used to it as you watch your companions pointlessly banter, having little doubt that by the end of the night, you’d have a fair share of everyone’s wardrobe into yours.

shadowheart wasn't keen on the fact that he was trying to get so close to you, to have a conversation while his eyes were roaming the length of your body a little too freely for her taste. how dare he gets so close to you? her nose wrinkled in anger when he came to whisper in your ear, and that as he stepped back you were laughing softly.

gale crossed his arms over his chest, frowning and huffing a breath of mockery while the young man performed a meager beginner magic trick to impress you and created a flower that he came to place in your hair. he could do better, he had shown you, even made you learn much better, and the tips of his fingers tingled as he itched to cast a spell on him to turn him into some kind of critter that he could crush.

karlach's body was spitting and crackling little flames of frustration as the fool ran his fingers through your hair, smiling at you when he probably wasn't listen to a single word you could say to him. until recently, the idea of being able to touch you for her was only an idea that she could never reach, and the mere thought that he would allow himself to touch you so simply made her engine growl.

astarion bit the inside of his cheek when the young man had the indecency to approach his hand to your neck, tracing with the tips of his nasty fingers the two marks that the vampire's bite had left on you the night before. what a nerve he had, to let his disgusting mitts approach where he had kissed your skin and whispered praises to thank you for the gift you offered him every night.

lae'zel could not prevent a tchk from escaping her as he pointed to one of your daggers and asked you to show it to him, its blade that she herself had sharpened passing over his unsightly fingers. your blade was far too beautiful to end up in the hands of a microbe like him, and if he pursued this way, it could soon make him discover the taste of the metal of her own sword.

halsin was not jealous by nature, otherwise he would not be able to relish in the relationship that you all had, but there was something in the young man's attitude that deeply displeased him as he put his hand on your shoulder. he had the urge to get it out of the way, to simply stand and walk up to him so that his size alone could lead him to step back from you.

minthara was already imagining how she could capture him and give it as a pittance to her spiders when he took a piece of paper and began to write on it his room number for the evening and he passed it to you. did he think that you were just a body to add to the list of his nocturnal conquests? that you could be worn out like a vulgar puppet for his good pleasures?

the order finally arrived, and you found yourself carrying a huge tray of all kinds of drinks. the young man suggested his help to you, but you refused it as you returned to your companions' table and put down the tray.

“I didn't know they made men as annoying as that anymore,” you sighed before taking a loaf of bread and taking a deep bite from it.

everyone at the table smiled, relief taking them as they all toasted and their frustration subsided, but they were not about to let this go so softly. once you'd came back to the camp, clothes had been thrown off the minute you had settled.

wyll's lips were all over you, kissing your every knuckles and fingers individually before he came to kiss you lips, nibbling the skin of your lower lip as he hummed in relief. if he had to cover the entirity of your body with his own mouth and saliva, he would.

shadowheart was kissing your ear, whispering sweet nothings to you and taking great pleasure to the way your skin covered in goosebumps by the simple sound of her voice and the effects her words were having on you.

gale had made vines grow to hold your body right for them all, your wrists and ankles tangled in plants which perfumes' made you feel all fuzzy and soft and needy for any touch they might provide you.

karlach's hand combed through the hairs on the back of your neck before she pulled on it, arching your back so good for her while her hot tongue licked your lips and jaw with hunger.

astarion's fangs grazed the soft skin of your inner thighs, biting relentlessly and leaving in the trail of his mouth marks after marks that he knew only him and his partner would see and touch on you.

lae'zel had taken your dagger, trailing the new cleaned blade on your body, the cold metal kissing your skin and making you shudder. she covered the handle of it with your slick, thrusting it in you as your back arched.

halsin halsin towered over you, his massive hands keeping you in place by holding your waist and shushing you down as once the dagger got removed his own length took its place.

but it didn't take them long to think things over when the passage finally led to the destination.

here and there, large mushrooms in colours ranging from blue to violet to pink glowed in the duskiness, so much so that you didn't need a torch to find your way around in the night. fireflies were flying here and there as they pleased, waltzing with magical particles pattering in the air. 

there, on the lawn, you had laid out rugs and long picnic cloths on top of each other, putting cushions in a few corners, while in the centre of this low pile were two baskets full of sweets and delicious food, with a third set further back. everyone took their places as if they were at camp.

as astarion poured himself a glass of wine that you had bought for him earlier in the day, you handed him a piece of paper obviously torn from one of your travel notebooks where pencil lines gracefully blended together to reveal a portrait. his portrait. the vampire, visibly touched but trying to hide the fact, had offered you the remark that offering him wine and such a beautiful work of art might lead him to the dilemma of choosing between the vice of drinking or contemplating this so sweet and foreign way that you had of sketching him.

you took shadowheart's hand, leading her to a small stream a little further away from everyone else, close to some rocks where mushrooms grew in staircases on the moss and lichen of the rocks, and then showed her what was there: night orchids. her face lit up as her eyes passed over all the flowers, and you suggested that she make a bouquet by picking each one. she agreed to take just one, to dry it in one of her notebooks, preferring to leave the rest where they were unless the urge would someday take her to pluck enough to make you a crown. 

in the basket, you took into your hands a few books in various bindings, leather or cloth, and a few scrolls of parchment. you held them out to gale, his face relaxed with surprise as he picked up the volumes. he read the titles, and seemed stunned for a moment that you had managed to get hold of them - he couldn't help asking you about it, but you thought it best to keep some of the secrecies of your hunt for mysterious objects to yourself.

lae'zel didn't seem to be expecting anything, having so far mostly grumbled when a few fireflies or exotic-coloured butterflies had had the misfortune to approach her. her attitude changed somewhat, however, when you took a seat next to her and handed her the scabbard of a weapon as long as her arm. she unsheated it, gazing at the finely honed blade reflecting the lights of the idyllic setting. she pressed the blade against one of her fingers and cut herself on the spot, a wry smile stretching her lips and casting away her previous bad mood.

it didn't take long for wyll's skilful eyes to find a training dummy, a habit that betrayed his practice over the years. you were well aware that, despite his generosity and patience in letting others take the training dummies and monopolise them on the daily in camp, you felt that he missed being able to spend some of his sweat and energy out of sight. so you yourself had made him a dummy that he was free to use here. his eyes softened as they fell on you, his lips quirked up with gratitude.

in a secluded corner of the clearing stood a natural stone pool, its size larger than a regular bath-tub, situated under a small waterfall that constantly worked in its filling. the river near the camp was good for bathing, but the temperature of karlach caused a whole stream to boil, having caused problems with poisons cooked in the water in neighbouring villages. here, she could relax in good water and even turn it into a jacuzzi if she wished, and for the luxury of privacy alone, Karlach kissed your cheeks.

halsin was already perfectly content to be so far away from civilisation and surrounded by so much nature and calm, and nothing could probably have filled his felicity cup more than this evening. and yet, you managed to wring a little extra sweetness from his heart by handing him a small, simple wooden box. he opened it carefully, and discovered some wood-carving tools inside. all he had was a simple knife at camp, which wasn't always helpful when it came to making certain details. he caressed your hand, promising to start carving something for you the moment they would come back.