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The Mask - A Face Forgotten

Truan didn’t wear a mask when he first joined the Dark Brotherhood. Back then, he had a name, a reputation, and a face the other assassins swore was “too pretty for this line of work.” But beauty doesn’t last long in a life painted with blood.

The mask came after a mission gone wrong.

It was meant to be simple, eliminate a corrupt Imperial who’d fled into the snowy wilderness near Dawnstar. Truan knew something was wrong the moment he reached the snowline.

The trees stood too still. No birdsong. No tracks. Just silence and cold creeping down his spine like a warning. He hesitated only once, fingers brushing the hilt of his blade.

But failure wasn’t something the Brotherhood forgave.

So he moved on.

Something in his mind felt like the contract was simple, too simple. It was the kind of job they handed to novices. That should’ve been the first clue. But Truan didn’t ask questions. He never had. He listened, he obeyed.

And he killed clean without question.

He crested a hill where the wind had carved the snow into glass, and that’s where the arrow flew, missing him by inches, burying itself in the tree behind.

He turned slowly. A wave of disappointment and betrayal washed over him.

Rolen, a Wood Elf who was also a member of the faction stood around twenty feet away, bow already drawn for another shot. Eyes locked. Face twisted with something that wasn’t anger, but something older. Deeper.

Hatred.

“You always had the luck.” Rolen said, pointing at the white rabbits foot charm that hung from Truans belt. His voice flat and windburned. “The attention. The contracts. The respect. What did you do to earn it?

Truan didn’t answer. His blade slid free, slow and steady.

Rolen scoffed. “Of course. Nothing to say. Always so damn quiet.”

The next arrow never reached him.

Truan was already moving.

Snow exploded beneath his boots. Rolen fired again, missed again and barely raised his dagger in time as steel met steel.

The clash was fast. Brutal. They stumbled through snow and broken branches, Rolen gritting his teeth, striking hard, reckless. Truan moved like a shadow slipping through wind. Not graceful. Just fast. Efficient.

This wasn’t a duel.

This was desperation crashing into discipline.

Rolen’s breathing grew tired. He overstepped, lost footing - Truan’s blade cut low, slicing through skin and muscle. He pushed his blade in, twisting slightly as Rolen fell to his knees, gasping, red blooming beneath him like a wound in the earth.

“I just wanted to be seen..” he whispered. Tears streaming down his face. Truan could tell he tried his hardest but his desperation grew the better of Rolen.

Truan looked down at him, his expression softened slightly.

"I see you, Rolan." Truan said softly, a part of him was hurt and disappointed it turned out this way.

Then silence fell across the snowy fields.

By nightfall, he stood before the Sanctuary doors with blood frozen on his gloves and Rolen’s head wrapped in oilcloth.

They were waiting for him inside. All of them.

No one spoke as he passed, some in awe, others in quiet fear. Truan walked the hall with steady steps, straight to the Listener’s chamber.

He dropped the head onto the cold stone floor.

The Listener looked up slowly. There were deep lines in his face now. Worry carved into bone.

“Truan...” he said, as if saying the name might break something.

“I didn’t think you’d come back.”

“I wasn’t sure I would. ” Truan answered. His voice was deep and emotionless.

The Listener stood, shame in the way he stood.

“He deceived us. Deceived me. I should have seen it.”

“You weren’t looking.” Truan said. Not bitter. Just honest. The room fell still.

“I never meant to lose you. ” the Listener murmured.

"You didnt." Truan said bluntly.

The Listeners gaze fell to the floor, looking at the young Wood elfs head. He had so much potential.. i guess the Listener only realised that now. There was nothing more to be said.

Truan turned to leave. But something in his posture had changed. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t anything.

He was finished. Tired.

Days after, the Sanctuary moved around him like wind around stone. He didn’t speak unless spoken to. He didn’t train. He didn’t sleep. The events of what happened played on his mind constantly. Seeing if he missed anything before this encounter.

Two weeks passed before the Listener called him again.

This time, there was no contract.

On the table beside him lay a mask, dark brown, wood-like in texture, shaped with reverence, not fear. At the center of the brow sat a polished stone of obsidian, like a third eye watching all.

“The blacksmith finished it this morning.” the Listener said softly. “It’s not to hide you. It’s to honor you. For what you endured. For what no one else would’ve survived.”

Truan stepped forward, fingers brushing the smooth grain of the mask. It was heavier than it looked. Real. Permanent. His reflection stared back from the obsidian stone - tired, thinner, older.

The Listener met his gaze. “You were right. We trusted the wrong one. And we nearly paid for it with the right one.”

Truan took the mask without a word. But something in his eyes shifted. Not forgiveness, but understanding. A contract fulfilled, a debt repaid.

When he wore the mask into his next kill, no one called him by name.

They called him the White Rabbit. The one who got away.

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Cyberpunk2077 V Leomyr

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Leomyr Mizzrym's Lore

Drow Leomyr, son of House Mizzrym and a descendant of Bhaal, grew up in the Underdark with a poor family he never even knew existed. Sceleritas took the boy to House Mizzrym - famous for its scheming and strong ties to other noble houses. A perfect place for Bhaal's offspring.

But Leomyr never really felt like he belonged. He looked nothing like his white-haired, red-eyed "family" and got mocked for his dark hair and amber eyes. He also never bought into the whole Lolth system - hated the blind obedience. So he went looking for his own "faith" and found it in the Assassin's Circle.

Back home, though, life was hell. His so-called family ab..sed and humiliated him, and the dark voices in his head just kept getting louder with every new torment. These dark urges inside him... that was his downfall.

When House Mizzrym found out about Leomyr's betrayal, they made him pay - hard. But in his rage and desperation, he sla8ghtered them all and escaped to the surface.

And so, like a shadowed cat, he prowls the rooftops at night, slipping from one to the next, carrying out his missions with dædly precision - until the day his father calls him to claim his bl00dy inheritance.

Bhaal? Oh, he was proud. Called his son to him, told him to lead his followers. At first, Leomyr was into it - power like that is hard to resist. But mindless k1ll1ng? That wasn't his thing.

What he really wanted? Revenge on those who would see him bow.

He took every "gift" Bhaal offered, fully aware of the price that came with it. But he ain't some puppet on a string - neither his dark urges nor Bhaal himself get to control him. No! He's gonna turn all that gifted power *against* Bhaal.

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My big Bhaal Babe Leomyr 😁🖤

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Why is this man so beautiful?!

A litte glimpse of my new video on TikTok and Instagram. 🖤

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All I want for Christmas...

A little present from Durge Leomyr (full nsfw version on X). 😁

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Tiktok doesn't like spicy Christmas art. I hope y'all like it. 🎄🍭

Durge Leomyr and Lucifer (Jack) enjoy the Christmas holiday.

The wonderful character Jack belongs to CoLLide you can find him on Tiktok and Instagram.

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The touch that burns

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, mention of scars, smut?, violence if you squint

Disclaimer: I am posting this from my phone so, it might not look amazing. Also, the gif is by me and that’s my oc Maedhros 🖤

Maedhros’ fingers trembled and he prepared his things for tomorrow. He recalled the first time he’d kissed her and the regret on her face for burning him “Karlach, do you really think I mind one more scar on my face? I don’t care if you sear your kisses onto my skin. I will carry those scars happily. Please just one more kiss”. Karlach wanted to cry in frustration and Maedhros’ starved, needy look didn’t help. Maedhros recalled begging her to let him watch as she took care of herself, telling her of all the times he’d fantasized about her, how he loved admiring her and how he hungered for her. He could feel himself stiffen at the memories of the following nights when they’d admire each other while voicing their fantasies, what they wanted to do, how they wanted to do it. He groaned.

After Dammon had upgraded her heart earlier that day, he hadn’t been able to think about anything else but being with her, kissing her, touching her, loving her freely. They had gone exploring some place near the Inn and undead crows had attacked them, in his distraction he’d almost lost his only eye. Karlach laughed and winked at him. Maedhros could have taken her right there, to hell with everyone and everything else. He was starved of her. Finally, he was done with preparing everything for tomorrow, he knew this night he’d be getting little to no sleep, and he loved it.

He left his tent and hurriedly went to a hidden place within the camp. He placed blankets, wine and food. Trying to calm his need, he closed his eyes and breathed deep and slow. It was then that he heard her approaching. He got on his feet. “Hey you” Karlach said cautiously. Maedhros answered by pulling her close, hands on her waist, relishing on the feel of her skin. “I assume you don’t want to take it slow?” Karlach giggled. “Please Karlach, don’t play games, I need you”. Karlach closed her eyes enjoying this, she needed him just as much. He kissed his way down past her neck, her breasts, her belly and grabbed her by the hips kneeling. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply “please Karlach”. Karlach was short of breath, her knees almost buckling at his begging. “Say my name, say you are mine”. Maedhros let out a breath, “Karlach, I am yours”. She smiled, delirious. With his hands still on her hips, he pulled her down until she was sitting on his lap, feeling just how much he ached for her. “I will make you scream my name, I will make you mine Karlach.” Both undressed each other in a rush, kissing, their hands exploring almost too hurriedly. It was almost too much, almost. They were loud, they didn’t care, they were starved for each other, shedding tears from being connected in such an intimate way FINALLY.

After hours of continuous euphoria, as Karlach slept for whatever was left of the night, Maedhros caressed her softly, admiring her, feeling in his chest his love for her. He almost felt it would burst. He’d killed and stolen for the goddess he’d turned his back on. Now? He knew he’d do all that and more for Karlach. ANYTHING that got on their way would be obliterated, he’d hunt Zariel down. No one would ever hurt her again.

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Thank you tacosarehappiness for this amazing story of my OC Leomyr! 😩🥰 I really don't have words to describe how happy and honored I am!! Only that you are a very talented writer and a wonderful person! 🤗🖤♥️

Here are some other pics of Durge Leomyr and his little love. He's usually in a relationship with Astarion and likes men, but it's very interesting to see him having fun with a woman 🤭

A new taste

I wrote this story for a very dear friend who is incredibly talented and has created this amazing character, Leomyr. Thank you for giving us such a gift @rbelart and for letting me write about him, it is such a huge honor and I am beyond happy and lucky you trusted me with this. If you want to see amazing Leomyr content, make sure to check out rbelsart on TikTok!! 🖤🔥

Disclaimer: As usual, uploading from my phone, I’m sorry 😭 also sorry about the mistakes you’ll surely find. This is also kinda my first go at proper smut and I hope you guys enjoy it!

Warnings: SMUT, +18, p in v, cunnilingus, MDNI

Leomyr’s photo by @rbelart

Divider by @wethairjoel

Leomyr was tired, it had been a long day. He’d requested for a bath to be prepared and was pleasantly surprised that it was ready when he entered his chambers for the night. The day had not been too bad. She’d been around. The woman that had invaded his head was beautiful in his eyes, witty, funny, gentle and so tempting.

He’d been making jokes all day. It helped him loosen up some and her laugh was a sound he enjoyed. He’d never met a woman that sparked so many enjoyable feelings in him but she… oh she was so beautiful and so delectable too.

Leomyr sighed, beginning to feel too confined in his briefs. It was a relief to take everything off and get into the hot tub. As he soaped himself, his rebellious thoughts went back to her. He thought of her lips and how tempting they looked when she spoke. He thought of her delicate curves and how he wanted to caress them.

He gasped. His soaped hand now sliding down his taut abdomen. His member now engorged in his need to feel her. His hand journeyed slower to his pelvis, earning him another wanton gasp. Oh yes, she was a muse and he’d paint himself with his own spent.

“Ahhh…” moaned Leomyr as he formed a fist around his turgid cock. He began stroking himself slowly, tightly and was lost in his thoughts of her. So lost, he hadn’t heard the knocking on the door until it was too loud.

“Shit, fuck…” he hissed to himself, quickly rinsing the soap off of his body. “ONE MOMENT!” He voiced loudly enough.

Quick and agile he got out of the tub and wore the robe that had been left in his chambers. It would suffice, his member no longer hard, would be easy to hide.

He rushed for the door and opened it slightly, as he peeked to see who it was that had interrupted his self pleasuring, and he saw HER. The very source of his most recent need. He stared at her dumbfounded and felt as if he’d been caught redhanded.

“Hey! Please don’t tell me I am bothering you! I didn’t think it was late yet. I must have…” she said in a rush.

“It’s not. Forgive me, I was just taking a bath. But perhaps…” temptation and curiosity and his undeniable attraction for this woman seemed to have taken over him all of a sudden. “Would you like to come in?”

She gulped but her eyes lit up both glad and mischievous. “Yes please. Such a gentleman you are to not leave a lady waiting outside your door” she said teasingly as she walked inside his chambers. Suddenly she noticed he was wearing a robe, the piece of clothing hanging loosely over his sculpted body. Damn him for being so beautiful!

Leomyr noticed how she gave him a once over openly, and he watched as a supple blush colored her pretty cheeks. To think that just moments ago, he’d just been touching himself thinking of her. His body reacted, stomach tightening and his shaft hardening slightly.

“Are you hungry, Leomyr?” Her voice snapped him out of his reveries.

“Huh, no. Not really, why?” He asked trying to come back to himself and feeling the tip of his ears warm from their sudden blush.

“Well, you look famished” she said teasingly. “Anyway! Some host you are. Here I am, bringing you the [ingredients] I’d told you about and you haven’t even offered me a drink.” Again she joked. He knew she made jokes when she felt nervous, and in this sense, they were similar, however she did not seem to be uncomfortable.

Suddenly shy, she walked towards a table next to one of the windows. Leomyr’s eyes catching every movement. The soft and tantalizing sway of her hips, her graceful movements as she left a pouch on the table and looked outside the window. Quietly he went to a cabinet with and poured water in one glass and wine in the other.

Graceful and silent in his movements he approached her, leaving both glasses for her to choose on the table. He saw her gulp and close her eyes as he stepped closer. He wanted to kiss her neck. “You know you can leave whenever you want” he said almost too softly. So close to her that he could feel the warmth emanating from her body.

“I want to stay.” She said quietly. He was not used to seeing her like this and he delighted on discovering this new side of her. Slowly, he reached with the back of his fingers to touch her face softly. She was truly beautiful. Oh how he wanted to get lost in her.

She leaned against his touch, her eyes going between his eyes and his mouth, licking her lips mind-absently. Leomyr took her silent invitation and as he moved his hand to reach the back of her head, he leaned in to kiss her.

Their kiss began soft and gentle but both of them were quick to pour their needs into the now passionate exchange. She clenched her fists on his robe to pull him closer and his hands found their way to her hips. Lost in each other’s embrace, she began to move her hips against him, looking for any contact that would both satiate her and make her need more.

Leomyr was lost in the sensations, he needed her but it had been long since he’d shared his bed with a female. “Let me watch you… please” he begged subtly.

Panting she pushed him away gently, seeing the fervor and hunger in his eyes but also a slight unease. She liked him, she’d been caught by his aura the very first moment she’d laid eyes on him. He was flirty, he was funny and he was so sensual. She knew she’d do anything to make him comfortable.

She walked away from him slowly towards the bed, shedding her clothes as she held his stare. His growing hunger reflected on his beautiful face, the muscles of his jaw twitching, his hands now clenched fists and his robe tenting. She could see a wet spot growing on the clothing that was currently hiding his hardened length. Oh how she wanted to feel him, to taste him, to clench around him.

She sat at the edge of the bed gracefully and pushed herself a little further into the soft mattress. Leomyr had already dragged a chair to sit in so he could watch her unfold in front of him.

Once seated, Leomyr admired the naked woman on his bed. Her curves were soft, she was lovely. Her breasts now had peaked nipples and he delighted in the knowledge that he’d soon be tasting them. The mere thought of it made him groan as he palmed himself over his robe. Oh she would undo him. He saw her entranced by his hand squeezing his hard member as he watched her with half lidded eyes, still not revealing all of her to him.

“Please…” gasped Leomyr “show me” he hissed as he squeezed his throbbing cock.

His plea snapped her out of her entrancement and she spread her legs slowly. She felt suddenly embarrassed by the copious amount of wetness that now covered her core after watching him. She looked everywhere but him as she waited for his reaction.

Leomyr saw her blush as she began spreading her legs. Adorable, was his thought but the smile that had begun to form on his lips at her coyness failed as he directed his eyes to what she now presented to him. He moaned when he saw how wet she was for him. How pretty she looked presenting her weeping slit like that to him. He couldn’t allow her to be embarrassed about something so beautiful.

“Look at me…” begged Leomyr. She turned to face him and the look in his eyes made her spread herself wider for him. He looked starved, wild and feral. Once Leomyr got her attention, he began to undo his robe slowly, staring at her intensely. He felt a shiver go through his body when her eyes ran over him as he revealed himself to her. He smiled, almost predatory, his hand ran through his thigh making him twitch with want. He formed a fist around his thick erection and began pulling on it slowly.

“This…” he hissed at the sensation. Closing his eyes for a moment. “This is what… — ahhh — I was doing when you knocked… — nghhh gods… — on my door.” His fist stopped but squeezed tighter on his twitching member. “And I was thinking of you” he said almost threateningly.

She moaned at his words and her hand slipped quick between her legs. Spreading the moisture between her wet lips. He was so wild, he was so incredibly sensual, he was everything and she wanted to be overwhelmed by him. Her fingers found her small bundle of nerves and she began rubbing herself, his words still echoing in her mind. The way he’d presented himself to her drove her mad with desire. The look in his eyes, his clenched jaw, his adam’s Apple bobbing as he gulped. She wanted to touch him. She thought of the muscles of his abdomen tightening as he fisted himself. His thick thighs… oh she was so close.

Lost in her pleasure, she almost missed the sound of his voice over her moans. He was calling for her and he sounded much closer. Coming back to herself, tense and in need for release, she looked up to find him standing near the edge of the bed. His eyes burning through her with desire. She watched him climb on the bed slowly, looking like a wild cat hunting his prey.

Leomyr carefully climbed on top of her, his hands at the sides of her head. She’d almost come on her own. He’d interrupted her because he now felt possessive of her orgasms. He wanted to own each and every of her releases and this night, he would. He leaned in to kiss her, feeling the head of his bobbing cock make contact with her wet lips. Both moaned at the intimate touch, needing more. But Leomyr wanted to take it slow, so he kissed her, oh how he kissed her.

He relished on the feel of her. Kissing his way down to get neck licking and biting, marking her in his feral need. The thought of her bearing proof of their coupling made him moan as he kept making his way lower on her body. He adored the feeling of her run her nails against his back, against his scalp. He reached the softness of her breasts and he kissed her soft flesh teasingly around her nipple as he teased the other breast with the feather light touch of his fingertips.

“Leomyr…” she moaned. His name sounded so good when she moaned it and he wanted to hear it over and over. Leomyr suddenly took her hardened peak in his mouth, suckling on her, biting softly as he pinched and toyed with her other peak. He loved the symphony of her needy moans, her calling his name, begging for him, for more.

He alternated his attention between her two breasts for some time, leaving marks as he kept making his way lower, so torturously slow, kissing, licking and biting the planes of her soft skin, until he reached her mount of Venus. Her core now right before him, in sweet offering. So messy in her desire for him, so utterly perfect. He licked his lips with anticipation, savoring the moment. He kissed her inner thigh, teasing her, and then the other, enjoying her moans and whines.

“Ahhh, please… please, Leomyr..!” She whined as she felt his tongue licking dangerously close to her groin. “S-stop doing that!” She moaned as she tried to direct him to her sopping core by his hair. But Leomyr caught her hand before she could do so, and he held her wrists tightly. He saw her cunt clench needily around nothing, calling for him, aching for him. He was in a trance.

“You are so beautiful…” he whispered, hypnotized. Her eyes were closed tightly as she tried to stay sane, to be patient. He could not allow that. He leaned in and ran his tongue across her dripping seam. Leomyr moaned at her taste, his fantasies did not do her any justice. He licked her slowly, enjoying the sounds she made, enjoying her begging and writhing for him. He drank from her, each moment driving him wilder with passion. But he couldn’t take it slow any longer. She’d driven him to the brink of madness, and he wanted… no, he needed more.

As his feral need unraveled, he latched himself onto her little bundle of nerves, flicking with his tongue, sucking, devouring. The wet squelching sounds coming from her weeping cunt in contact with his hungry mouth were obscene. Slowly he inserted one digit, penetrating her slowly as he slurped on her. Her moans grew in volume, her begging more insisting.

“L-Leomyr…!”she screamed, but he wouldn’t relent. He needed to watch her fall apart for him, so he added a second finger gently, exploring sweetly and finding that tender spot that would make her quench his thirst with her release. Her hips bucked, her words tangled, she was lost in the pleasure he was bringing her with his digits and his mouth. Her hand grabbing onto his hair, holding his head tight against her apex. her hips grinding against his lips, her sweet wetness now dripping from his chin as he drank greedily from her. His fingers penetrating her over and over relentlessly.

Leomyr’s own hips grinding and humping the mattress, lost in the moment and needy for her. He felt her clench tightly around his fingers, sucking them in, almost hurtful in her desperate grip of him as she peaked. Leomyr drank from her, messy in his need to douse his thirst, moaning at her sweet and tangy taste.

Before she could come down from the heights of her orgasm, and feral in his need to feel her, Leomyr swiftly positioned himself on top of her and sheathed himself in her weeping hole.

“Oh gods…!” He groaned as he felt her slippery walls around him, clenching him like a vice. He stayed there, unmoving, trying with all his might to resist her siren’s call to spend himself inside her in that moment. “Nghhh… you feel so good, my sweet” he whined and she answered with in a moan. Her hips now trying to move against him to get some friction, to get more from him and Leomyr couldn’t resist any longer. He drove himself against her slowly, allowing her adapt to his size.

Lost in her want she reached for him, she trailed a path of kisses across his jaw, sucked on his neck and his earlobes as he dropped his head next to hers. Her ministrations on his sensitive ears drove him over the brink and he began fucking her furiously, needing more friction, needing desperately to feel her tight hole suck him in.

He felt her nearing her peak again, and he knew that once she did, he wouldn’t be able to resist. Both panted, gasped, groaned and moaned. Kissing each other sloppily, their foreheads resting against each other, eyes staring intensely. It was sweet, it was obscene, it was wild.

Leomyr closed his eyes, losing himself in the moment, in the feel of her, until he felt her hands against his hard chest, pushing him with insistence. Leomyr opened his eyes to look at her, concerned that he’d hurt her, but he only found her smiling and out of breath. Before he could ask her what was the matter, she kissed him and pulled herself from him. He straightened back up on his knees, his cock shiny and slippery with her cream. He stared at her puzzled by her actions until he watched her turn away from him and get on her hands and knees.

This woman would be the death of him. He gasped and groaned as she presented herself to him in a new position. She swayed her hips slowly and invitingly to encourage him and he was not able to resist one moment longer. Leomyr impaled her in one move, making them both moan. Her core enveloped him so tightly and warm, so slippery and soft, it drove him mad. He slapped her ass once, twice, thrice, enjoying the sweet blush her beautiful skin took after he did so. He squeezed her buttocks, he pulled her hair.

He looked down to watch the spot where they joined and he moaned. Her pretty cunt held him tightly as he penetrated her, leaving a ring of her accumulated juices on the base of his shaft. He felt her clench harder around him, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. They were close but he wanted to feel her against him. Leomyr wrapped his thick arms around her torso and her shoulders, lifting her upper body to rest against his as he continued to fuck her earnestly. As he held her tight he grabbed her face delicately and kissed her. She held onto him tightly and wrapped one of her arms around his neck as he took her with powerful thrusts.

Holding her tight against him, Leomyr looked down at her pretty face staring back at him with half lidded eyes, he breasts bouncing as he sank into her, her back arching as she neared her orgasm. She was poetry. With one of his hands he reached down to her sweet nub, adding to the fire of their union. Her hips stuttered against his, her nails dug in his scalp and he felt her grip him like a vice as her orgasm began to unravel. Clenching and unclenching around him as if milking him, Leomyr couldn’t resist any longer and he painted her insides with his seed, holding her tight against him.

Still joined, as they came down from the height of their pleasure, she collapsed against him, satiated and exhausted. Leomyr held her and placed her softly on the bed, joining her. As he held her, he dug his nose on her hair, she truly was a marvel. He couldn’t remember enjoying himself with a female so much, but he knew she wasn’t just anyone. She’d earned his trust, she’d listen to him, she’d make him laugh, she’d make him feel safe and he would always treasure it, treasure her.

Her heard her breathing softly and he knew she’d fallen asleep. Content and in awe that she trusted him so. He left the bed quietly to clean himself. His soft smile never fading as he drank water and poured another glass. He took the glass with him and a damp cloth. As he walked towards the bed, he placed the water on the bedside table closest to her and climbed up to lay next to her again. He cleaned her as she slept and marveled, once again, at her trust in him.

He couldn’t believe she slept, that she’d leave herself at his mercy so blindly. He found the experience to be oddly comforting and somehow healing some of his past. Covering both of them with a blanket and wrapping himself around her, sleep found him and he let it take him.

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Catstarion and Durge Leomyrrr love their new costume 😸

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Durge Leomyr and Vampire Astarion have a lot of fun in the circus of Baldur's Gate 🤡😏😁

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Leomyr & Astarion

This image of Yoshiki and Atsushi (found on Pinterest) is soo Astarion & Leomyr coded, I had to sketch it!!

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Sylus Fanart 🖤💜

Since the bg3 release I didn't draw anything else than Astarion and Tavs/Durges. But now it's time for another game character.. with white hair, red eyes and attitude… 🥴😅 I hope you like my Sylus Art.

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Astarion and the sun..

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A new sketch of Leomyr, inspired by this style.

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Everytime I see Ascended Astarion, he gives me Lestat vibes. In my first run, my human Tav Aruna was so overwhelmed by his dominant manner so I created evil Durge Leomyr. As a drow and rogue he is familiar with Astarions lifestyle and can handle him better.

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Another quick sketch of Leomyr.