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Dreams Become Reality

Gale Dekarios x Fem!Reader

A/N: FINALLY got this finished lmao. Posted a teaser of this weeks ago and it has been sitting in my drafts ever since staring at me as I stared back it. Type a few words. Stop for a few says. Few more words, an even longer break. And so on lol. But it’s finally here! Based on the request.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut, Reader is described as having female anatomy, fingering, gale comes untouched (kinda), choking, wet dreams, inappropriate use of Mage Hand, fluff and slight aftercare at the end.

The air around you is thick.

Thick with tension. Thick with the warm breaths leaving both your lips. Thick with the smell of arousal.

It’s all consuming - Gale, is all consuming. Surrounding and overtaking your every sense.

The scent of him fills your nose - sandalwood, and old books, and right now, sweat. The exertion has made a thin layer form on his skin as his body slides against your own.

Gale surrounds you in every way, cocooning you between his body and the sheets, his lips very rarely leaving your skin as he moves with you, thrusting his hips against your own, bringing you closer and closer to the edge you long to jump off of.

“Gale…”

His name falls from your lips in a whispered prayer, begging for more as he responds with a soft groan of his own.

He calls your name, and you whine in response. But then he calls it again, the sound falling in a gasp from his lips as one of his hands reaches up to clasp your shoulder in tight grip.

He calls your name again and this time darkness crashes around you as you startle awake in bed.

Your sleep clothes cling uncomfortably to your sweat-damp skin. Blood rushes in your ears as your chest rises and falls with effort to suck in air. And worst of all is the ache in your core, arousal burning bright in your belly from what you now realize was a dream.

Another gentle squeeze to your shoulder makes your eyes finally fall to Gale, who sits beside you in the bed and appears positively flustered.

He’s as short of breath as you are, chest stuttering as he gazes at you, eyes wide. You look him over quickly, and even in the darkness of the room you’re able to see the way his pupils are blown wide with lust and dark flush on his cheeks. And, you definitely don't miss the sight of him hard beneath the covers.

“Shit…” you mutter, your own face heating up as you realize what happened.

“Did I wake you?” you ask softly, trying and failing to tamp down the images from your dream. “I was…I’m sorry-“

Gale shakes his head, his hand falling down to lace his fingers with yours as his lips tilt up in a small smile.

“No need for apologies,” he tells you, ever so slightly leaning in. “Most people would consider that a compliment. When their partner dreams of them in such a manner, well - at least, I hope it was me that was plaguing your dreams considering it was my name falling from your lips-“

You cut him off as you lunge for him, covering his mouth with your hand as you shush him, embarrassment swelling in your chest.

“Do you ever stop talking?”

Gale hums beneath your hand, and reaches up to pull it away from his mouth. You expect him to respond but instead, suddenly, he flips you over and presses you back into the mattress, his body hovering over yours as his hands hold your own beside your head.

“I do indeed know when to hold my tongue but…” He pauses for a moment, and you blink in surprise as a candle on the bedside table ignites with a wave of his hand, casting you both in a dim glow before he continues.

“I find myself most curious as to what had you calling my name like that even in the deepest sleep.”

Gods, you feel at war with yourself. The embarrassment creeping up your neck and heating your cheeks, clashing with the arousal still burning bright in your veins. The images from your dream flash behind your eyes as they slip closed, yet the thought of voicing them makes you shrink into the covers.

As if sensing your hesitancy, Gale is the first to act, leaning in to capture your lips in a soft kiss, lips moving against yours before he pulls away just slightly, nose brushing your own.

“How about I guess, hm?” he asks, his voice low as one of his hands lets go of one of yours.

His fingers brush against the shell of your ear, traveling lower over your neck, down over your shoulder to brush against your clothed breast. Your breath hitches with the contact, and you watch through half-lidded eyes as Gale’s lips tilt upward ever so slightly.

“Was I touching you here?” he asks, voice a mere whisper as his thumb rubs over the stiff peak of your nipple. “Or perhaps it was…here…”

His hand leaves your chest in favor of slipping ever downwards, toying with the thin fabric of your underwear beneath your sleeping gown.

Without much thought, you nod your head, a moan slipping past your lips as the heat of your arousal burns brighter.

Gale’s eyes twinkle with triumph, and instead of leaving him with that satisfaction, another flash from your dreams makes you speak before that earlier embarrassment can creep back up.

“But…there was something else…” you manage to say, your voice soft as your cheeks blaze with heat.

Gale’s head tilts to the side ever so slightly at your words, brows winging up in surprise as he stills.

“Oh?” he breathes. “Now I must know what was going on in that beautiful head of yours.”

Despite your best effort, something akin to shame wells up in your chest, regret at ever saying anything invading your mind. But Gale’s unadulterated interest, that ever present curiosity in his gaze, practically begs you to please him by voicing your fantasies.

You let out a shaky sigh. “What if…what if you think it’s…what if you don’t like it?” you ask sheepishly.

Gale lets out a small chuckle, eyes soft as his free hand retreats from between you to rest encouragingly against your hip, squeezing gently.

“My love,” he says quietly. “I can assure you that you will receive no wayward looks or reprimands from me. Your desires and fantasies are your own, I must admit - but dare I say I would be more than eager to help you fulfill them.”

His words soothe you slightly, but that doubt is still present, and Gale must know you’re about to protest when your lips part, because he stops you with another kiss.

“I assure you,” he says as he pulls away just enough to hover over you. “If for any reason I am not comfortable I will make it known. Just as I would expect you to do if our positions were reversed.”

You manage a small nod, muscles quivering in subdued excitement as you reach down to take the hand at your hip slowly bringing it back on your body.

“You were touching me there,” you say softly, voice sultry with arousal. “But you were also…here.”

Your nerves are still tingling with a tinge of uncertainty as you guide his hand to the base of your throat.

A shiver passes the through you as the calloused palm of his hand brushes over the delicate skin, his fingers twitching in surprise as you gently press them to wrap around the sides of your neck.

You watch through lowered lashes for his reaction, your heart tittering when his breath hitches, eyes widening and going dark with lust all at once.

For just a brief moment, you expect him to pull away, but Gale - as usual - surprises you. His fingers flex, pressing just a bit firmer into the pulse points of your neck, his palm placing just the barest of pressure to your throat, making your already labored breathing come out ragged as a moan slips past your lips.

“Gods above…” Gale groans, leaning up so his lips hover over your own. “This is what you dreamt of? My hands on your skin, bringing you pleasure while also toying with the slightest bit of danger?”

He presses his fingers in deeper, not enough to leave marks or completely cut off air, but more than before and enough to make you acutely aware of the blood pumping beneath his fingers, and the breath straining through your throat.

You can feel new wetness pooling between your thighs, joining the arousal already present from your obscene dreamscape.

And Gale…Well, he seems just as affected as you are. His hips have slotted against your own, pushing up your nightgown as he presses himself against you.

All you can manage is a small nod to his question, not sure you’d be able to speak if you wanted to. Ecstasy courses through your veins, buzzing delightfully and fanning those flames burning deep in your core even higher as his hand tightens just that much more around your throat.

Another moan works its way up your throat, this time getting stuck before it can fully pass your lips, the sound smothered by the pressure again your neck.

Gale lets out another sinful sound, his hips pressing more incessantly against your own, enough that you can feel the hardness of him against your clothed center.

Just when you think he’s had enough, that all too familiar heated look in his eyes, he pauses.

Your brows furrow as his grip against your throat loosens as he mutters an unintelligible incantation. You go to question him, but you hear his answer before you even voice the question.

His voice is smooth in your mind, as if he’s speaking directly to you, his lips never moving.

‘I don’t want there to be any question of if you’re able to stop me.’ His thought comes into your mind as easily as if he were speaking, and your eyes widen.

“Detect thoughts?” you ask, shocked at the brilliance of the idea.

Now neither of you need to physically speak to communicate, thus no fear for Gale if you need to stop.

Gale smiles, leaning down to capture you lips in a searing kiss.

‘Exactly,’ he says in your mind. ‘And now…there is no need for my lips to leave your skin, no distractions from fulfilling that dream of yours…’

“Gale, please-“ you beg aloud, your patience now gone, and your only desire being him touching you, taking you in the way he was before your dream was snatched from your unconscious hands.

Gale chuckles, lips breaking from yours to travel lower, nipping at your jaw and trailing featherlight kisses down your neck.

‘Though I must admit…those words sound much sweeter falling from your lips than floating through my mind.’

He continues his path downwards, no doubt leaving behind ample evidence of his attentions, until he’s stopped in his tracks by the collar of your sleep clothes. It’s then that you both finally move to divest yourselves of the offending articles.

Your hands move frantically against Gale’s velvet shirt, the fabric clinging to your hands as you bunch it up to eventually tug it over his head. His pants are not far behind, the renowned wizard helping you with those before his lips are on you once more, only parting from you as he removes your nightgown, the fabric forcing you to separate for just a moment before you claim him again.

It feels like déjà vu as Gale presses you back into the mattress, his body caging you in, cocooning you in a heady warmth as his scent surrounds you.

Flashes of your dream come to mind once more, and you’re forced to swallow the moan that Gale lets out, his teeth nipping gently at your bottom lip as he begs for entrance.

You grant his silent request eagerly, moaning unabashedly agsint him as his tongue presses forward to glide against your own.

Gale has always been a giving lover, desperate to show you how much he loves you when his words sometimes fail him. Even now you can tell he’s hells bent on indulging your fantasies. But it feels different…It feels as if he’s more eager than usual. His lips less precise, his fingertips digging just a bit harder into your hips…

He’s ravenous.

And who are you to complain?

Sensing your thoughts, you can feel Gale smile agsint your lips, his voice flooding your mind once more as you open your own to the spell.

“Ravenous, indeed,” he affirms, his hand snaking it’s way back up your sternum, closing deftly around your throat as he pulls away only to gaze down at you.

His lips are swollen from your charred kisses, chest quickened with short pants, eyes blown wide with lust as he fully takes you in beneath him.

“I have seen your desires in your minds eye,” he says aloud, voice drenched in pure sin. “But perhaps I may make a suggestion?”

You can only nod, a whimper slipping past your lips as his fingers tighten against your pulse point, teasing you with the barest hint of pressure.

He smiles down at you - a wicked cunning thing, and you can’t help the way the coil in your belly pulls ever more taut, blood hot with ecstasy at the gleam in his eyes.

He leans back down, another soft incantation falling from his lips before they capture your own again, and he’s speaking in your mind again just as a ghostly touch brushes against the delicate skin of your inner thigh.

“With my hands most occupied-“ he flexes his hand against your throat, finally giving you the pressure you wish for as his other hand support himself beside your head. “I’ll need another to assist.”

He gives you no true warning before you feel a hand at your center, palm pressed agsint your clit as two fingers drag agonizingly slow through your slick folds.

Gale’s hand cuts off the moan that bubbles up in your throat, lips swallowing what little sound does slip through, as your hips buck up into his own.

Mage hand.

You barely have time to register that the sneaky bastard had cast the spell before the extension of himself is teasing you one more, pressing against that bundle of nerves before moving down to sink two fingers into you.

Gale presses his fingers deeper into the sides of your throat as you groan once more - both from the magic pleasuring you and the rush in your head from the way he chokes you.

You don’t even realize how close you were to the edge until this moment. The pressure building in your core and in your head feeling like too much in the best way possible.

Everything feels like it’s been dialed to one hundred. The threads of the sheets beneath your skin, the smell of Gale surrounding you, the way his lips brush against your cheek when he breaks from the kiss, the fingers moving inside of you - brushing against that spot that makes you see stars.

You can feel the way his breath comes out in short bursts, the air warm against your dewy skin as he presses his body into your own.

It’s just like your dream again. Him cocooning you entirely, his smell making your mouth water, his hand against your throat making your head pound, and his magic finally throwing you over the edge.

You come with little warning to the wizard above you, but you’re sure he is able to tell. Whether it be from your jumbled thoughts no doubt being shouted at him from your connection, or the fact that he knows you so well…He’s prepared.

As you tumble over that precipice, Gale applies just a little more pressure to your throat, enough so you can still gain air, but just barely.

You can feel your pulse pounding beneath his fingertips, your breath scratching against your throat as ecstasy consumes you. It feels as if pure starlight ignites in your veins, a ragged moan breaking through as you arch up into the body above you, seeking more from your lover as he does the same, grinding his hips into yours.

Gale reaches his own end virtually untouched, the mere friction from your body against his and the pure pleasure of indulging your fantasy has him spending himself on your stomach with a groan.

His grip around your neck loosens before disappearing entirely as he all but collapses against you, uncaring of the mess between you two as he slips strong arms around you before rolling to the side, taking you along with him.

It’s a few moments before either of you speak, and you realize both the mage hand and the detect thought spells have ended. No doubt Gale’s own end brought about the disruption of his concentration. But when words finally come, it’s Gale who speaks first.

His fingers brush against your neck gently, barely a whisper of skin against skin as he takes a deep breath.

“I fear I may have gotten carried away,” he says softly, brows furrowed in concern as you pull away just enough to look at him.

You reach up, your fingers bumping against his own and can feel the way your skin burns just slightly hotter where his hand was earlier. There must be faint marks of your activities, and you have to try to quell the new stab of arousal that shoots through you.

“You didn’t,” you assure him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “It was perfect.”

His face relaxes at your words, lips tugging upwards slightly.

“Yes, well…Next time perhaps you can indulge me with your deepest fantasies verbally, instead of waking me in the middle of the night.”

You raise a questioning brow at him, hands sliding up until you can slide your arms around his neck.

“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy yourself?”

Gale scoffs, nearly choking on air. “By the gods, no!” He says, aghast. “I’m simply saying that perhaps, in the future, we can disclose our fantasies more readily…So we may indulge as we please.”

You hum softly, eyes widening at his words.

“Our fantasties?” You question, watching as a blush starts to tinge the wizard's cheeks.

“Ah, well - ehm - Yes. You didn’t think you’re the only one with uh…secret desires, did you?”

Slowly, you move so that Gale is laid out beneath you as you straddle his wait, hands planted on his chest as you gaze down at him.

“And…what would your fantasies be?”

Gale pauses for a moment, unsure. But you lean down to press a quick kiss to his cheek, before pulling back, a smirk on your lips.

“Come, my love,” you tease. “How about I guess, hm?”

Gale lets out a soft groan at your repeat of his earlier jest, and you can’t help but laugh as his hands come up to settle on your hips. You lean down to kiss him properly this time and can’t stop the excitement pooling in your belly once more.

The night is still young, and you have a feeling that there is much more to discover.

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Lost For Words

Gale Dekarios x gn!Reader

A/N: for the anon that sent in this request - I hope you and everyone else enjoys! I had such a fun time writing this haha.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: sexual content (not explicit), grinding, reader is a tease, gale is a flustered mess, suggestive talk, kissing, fluff at the beginning.

*I tried to keep this gender neutral, but please let me know if anything slipped through my editing!*

It’s not often you get any downtime, what with the parasite in your brain and all.

But this evening has afforded you and your companions a rare but much needed free night. Most everyone has decided to spend the evening down in the tavern, drinking or gambling or whatever other pastimes happen down there. However, you and Gale have opted to stay upstairs, reveling in the unusual peace and quiet.

Gale had been reading to you for a while, a fantasy book of some sort, but you’d excused yourself a few moments ago. Not because you were enjoying lounging in bed with him, but because a certain item in your bag has been calling to you since you received it.

The Wavemother’s Robe.

It has been a gift for getting ride of that machine that was polluting the bay waters, and you hadn’t really had a chance to look at it.

But now, after you’ve retrieved it and stepped behind the dressing screen, you find that there isn’t really much to look at, at all.

As you slip into the delicate yet butter-soft fabric, you can’t help but notice that it leaves very little to the imagination. So, in that sense, there is a lot to look at depending on who’s doing the looking.

The neckline of the detailed collar of robe plummets down in a tragically deep neckline, the end reaching your navel. And the skirt of the robe is much the same, the slits in the sides coming up all the way to above your hip, leaving the fabric covering yourself hanging dangerously loose in the front and back.

For half a second, you're tempted to rip the thing off and get rid of it. The whole outfit is somewhat absurd.

But, despite your question about the functionality of such a garment, you can’t help but admire the beauty of it. The blue, scaled fabric sparkles in the dim candle light of the room, iridescent light bouncing off the walls whenever you turn. Even the small delicate chains at your hips and resting against your sternum twinkle gently.

When you look in the floor-length mirror you can’t help but let your mouth drop open slightly.

You look…good. If not a bit exposed.

Without thinking much about it, you turn and come out from behind the screen, approaching Gale where he still sits on the bed reading. If he hears your approach he doesn’t acknowledge it, only flipping a page every so often as you watch him in silence, a small smile on your face.

He’s sat propped up against the headboard, legs outstretched in front of him and crossed at the ankles. He cradles the book gentle in his hands atop his lap, eyes trailing over the page quickly as he consumes the story.

You take a couple steps closer to the bed, now just an arms length away.

He still doesn’t look up.

“Gale…” you call in a soft sing-song voice.

The wizard merely hums, inclining his head your way ever so slightly, but never takes his eyes from the page.

“Yes, my love?”

You huff, rolling your eyes as your smile tugs further at your lips.

“I wanted your thoughts on my new clothes.”

You watch as his brows furrow, his thumb sliding down the page to hold his place as he closes the book before slowly turning to look at you.

“Your clothes-?”

His questioning is cut off with the audible clack of his teeth as his mouth slams shut, his eyes going wide as they finally take you in, trailing from your head to your toes before whipping back up again.

He blushes. Actually blushes - his cheeks turning several shades darker as his eyes flit over your form once more before he’s back to looking at you all wide-eyed and scandalized.

A shit eating grin overtakes your earlier soft smile as you take the last few steps to the edge of the bed, reaching out to pluck the book from his hands to toss it to the side.

“So…what do you think?” you ask, voice dripping sweetness.

“W-what do I-? I - ehm…it’s certainly - revealing-“

You drop your lips into a pout as you crawl onto the bed, your nose barely brushing his own as you swing a leg over his hips to settle on his lap. The robe pools between you, but the position causes the silken fabric to rise up your hips even further. One wrong move and even less would be left to the imagination.

Something Gale must take notice of, as he instinctively reaches out to tug at the fabric on your hips, keeping it in place as his fingers dig into the flesh beneath it.

“Do you not like it?” you ask, feigning disappointment as you reach down to toy with the chain running down your chest. “I thought it was pretty.”

Gale clears his throat and shifts his hips, the evidence of just how much he likes it evident against your inner thigh.

“N-No not at all I -“ He coughs, the blush reaching down to his chest now, making his orb mark stand out against the flushed skin. “I simply was not expecting…”

His words taper off as you begin to trail a finger over the mark on his chest, following the tendrils up over his collarbone and onto the sensitive skin of his neck, making his breath hitch.

“Not expecting…what?”

“Well - I was deeply entrenched in m-my reading and then you come out like t - that!”

His last word pitches up when you grind your hips against his own, his fingers now digging into your hip bones.

You lean in close, lips brushing his cheek as you speak.

“Thats a very…lackluster description,” you pout. “Have I left the great Gale of Waterdeep lost for words? What happened to your supposed verbosity? And I remember something about a practiced tongue -“

Your teasing words are cut off sharply as Gale's arms wrap around your waist and he flips you both over on the bed, your back hitting the mattress with a soft this just as his lips claim yours, swallowing your gasp of surprise.

He wastes no time, his tongue pressing against the seam of your lips, demanding entrance.

Something you happily grant him.

The kiss is eager, frenzied, leaving no room for the teasing banter you had established earlier.

His hands move to slide down over your bare thighs before hiking one of them up over his hip and holding it there as he presses his hips down into your own.

Only when his hips meet your own in a desperate grind does he pull away from you, lips moving instead to trail kisses down your cheek and jaw.

“If you had given me a moment to collect myself,” he chastises lightly. “I would have gathered my wits enough to tell you how magnificent you look.”

“Ravishing.” He presses a kiss beneath your ear. “Captivating.” Another on the junction of your shoulder.

“Absolutely sinful.”

A sharp nip to your collarbone has you gasping, just as a calloused hand slides up the exposed expanse of your chest, fingers hooking beneath the delicate chains there.

“So…” He trails off, his lips traveling down to where his hand lays and then lower, pressing lightly to where the deep plunge of your robe ends.

“Since you were so impatient, I suppose I’ll just have to show you as well. To make up for my lack of…verbosity.”

A moan slips past your lips at his words, and you can't stop the shiver of excitement that runs through as his hands slip beneath the fabric of the robe.

Maybe you’ll keep the robe after all.

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With you, I forget my goddess.

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Very important to remember that in addition to our favorite ‘practiced tongue’ line, Gale also offers up this 100% pure, unfiltered rizz:

…sir…

…SIR…

…SIR. 😳

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Uncensored version is here

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*slaps table*

Listen!

There is something super sweet and healing and hopeful about Gale, "I was groomed and still don't realize it and had 'sex' with the Goddess of Magic via mental/spiritual/astral projection regularly. Also, I'm kind of addicted to magic." Deciding to approach you first to flirt with "You being all sweaty after battle is so fucking hot."

Because it's Real. It's physical. Yeah, it's horny, but it's the realization that the mortal realm can be equal to the godly one, if not superior, despite it being different. Like, he's not Losing something by not being with a God and he can heal.

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Gale & Iraena postgame // Mortimer Wilson Jr

Original painting under cut

I saw this painting and immediately knew I needed to draw the little guys as it. I imagine that post game they both go back to Waterdeep and have a formal wedding where they proceed to spend the first 40 minutes of their reception just like this.

the cleric of Mystra to aiming a divine smite V straight at her Stormshore Tabernacle statue pipeline is real

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A monster has its teeth in your companions.

It builds nightmares out of their worst memories and drinks their pain.

One of your companions has a particularly bad worst memory.

Play Here

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Art by @cymk8

Character Specific Achievements:

Aldiirn - Dusksong Be a bard. Use music to make first contact. belongs to @mistercrowbar

Andar - Poor Man's Dancing Lights Be an arcane caster. Try to cast magic. belongs to Tatsunara

Ember - Ghosts Need Sleep Explain why you're sometimes absent. belongs to @catsharky

Finch - Get Safe And Cared For Idiot Successfully hug Astarion. belongs to @everchased

Francys - Priorities Ignore everyone else in the campsite. belongs to @ineadhyn

Greygold - Psspsspsspss Be a ranger. Help Astarion calm down after being frightened. belongs to @jeeaark

Nawen - You're Unbreakable Be a rogue. Give your vampire a pep-talk after a particularly difficult day. belongs to @ineed-to-sleep

Ria - Music Box Be a bard. Play the theme. belongs to @ladyofrosefire

Staeve - Don't Forget Me Say something memorable. belongs to @velnna

Temiter - This Is All A Bit Much Abandon the dream using the silver cord. belongs to @not-poignant

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Another link to the game.

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You can pick who but I'm begging for more smut from you. Zevlor Rolan Haarlep Raphael whoever I just need it. Call me thirsty I don't care.

Shameless Smut

Haarlep x f!Tav/Reader - Zevlor x f!Tav/Reader - Raphael xf!Tav/Reader - Rolan x f!Tav/Reader - Dammon x f!Tav/Reader

⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: I- I picked everyone and added Dammon because i'm horny and unhinged like that... AND BE THIRSTY WE LOVE A THIRSTY HOOMAN!!!

Enjoy xoxo

Haarlep

“What would the city think, their precious little hero-“ Haarlep thrusted the rest of their cock inside you, “filled with an incubus’s seed.” They continue to ravish your cunt, stretching and filling you so well, you could only pant as you clenched the sheets.

“How would they react-“ Haarlep bent down, their teeth grazing against the back of your neck, their hand caressing your still flat tummy, “seeing their savior swollen with a demon’s child~” The incubus bit down gently, but enough to mark you, a dark red hickey blooming where their lips met your skin. You groaned, tightening up on their cock, the thought of bearing an incubus’s child, bearing a demon child, was strangely arousing.

Haarlep growled at the feeling of you squeezing down on them, and continued pounding into you, their hand tangling in your hair to press your face against the mattress, your ass high in the air. You let out a muffled moan as Haarlep ravished you, the head of their cock hitting that spongy spot inside you every time, and their tail rubbing your clit with a speed and skill that rivaled your own hand. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten and coil, your moans turning into desperate mewls.

“s’too- too much! I-I can’t- AH~!!”

Haarlep’s hand wraps around your throat as they slam into your sopping pussy, the bed creaking, “So pretty with my hand around your delicate little neck-“ headboard slamming into the wall and you just have to hang onto the sheets like your life depends on it.

"Do I scare you?" The incubus purred, letting the hand squishing your neck tighten around it, "Do I terrify you? You know what I am and what I can do." Their voice was low and their breathing harsh.

Haarlep’s breathing picked back up when you nodded- their hip knocking against you painfully when your hand came up and sealed around their wrist, pressing down. Wanting them to do it, to press harder, to push you around more and more, shamed in how good the feel of their hand squeezing your throat made you feel."Y-Yes! Y-you- nngh- a-ah~!” you gasped, "B-but you- f’m-make me f-feel- n-nngh- s’good- AH~!"

You were a mess beneath them, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat, the feeling of them filling you up making you see stars, “gu-gunna fill m-me~” you babbled, eyes rolling back. Haarlep chuckled darkly, their thrusts becoming sloppy.

"Pump you full- fill your womb with my seed- fill you till you're leaking-" Haarlep grinned against your flesh, "-until the hero’s stomach swells with my child- I'll make you a mother, a breeder for my little demons." They mutter, the tip of their tail flicking your clit just right, your thighs trembling and your vision whiting out.

"F-Fuck! Haarlep~!!" Your orgasm slammed into you, making you scream.

“Good! Cum- cum with me, little mortal-!"

"S'gonna- I-I-!! G-Gods, please!~" You sobbed your body going numb. Haarlep always teeters on losing themself at this part, always brought back though to reality by your nails digging into their wrist, and how sweetly you whimper their name.

"H-Haarlep~” you sob, wanting, needing their cum, "I-I want- I w-wanna b-be a m-mother, w-want you t-to f-fill me- g-give me a c-child~" You were crying now, the way your walls just clamp down around them, pulsing and gushing.

"I'll take such good care of you~" they coo, kissing your tears away as they paint your insides white. Their seed warm and thick, Haarlep pressed themself deeper inside you to push their cum even further. Their tip rubbing against your cervix, the incubus wanting to be sure their sperm finds a home in your womb.

Their goal to make sure the shape of their cock is imprinted into your gummy walls, wanting to ruin you for anyone else.

Rolan

Rolan grabbed your arms, his face deepening in color as soon as his back hits the scroll shelf. He looked down at you, his lips parted in a slight snarl, his nostrils flaring, "Th-Thish is highly inappropriate-." He tries to protest, but you push forward, your lips meeting his. He stiffens for a moment before he relaxes- almost. Pushing you off of him, Rolan glares at you, his lips firm. "You're insufferable-." He groans, “You need to leave before Lorroakan retur-“.

You stare at the cut on his eyebrow, your eyes trailing to find the bruise on his cheek. The marks his mentor left behind… Your eyes darkened, and you press up against him, your chest rubbing against his.

"I'm not leaving until I know you're alright." You hiss, your eyes softening when you find his stare, your lips pursed, “besides~” You tiptoe your fingers up his chest, tracing over his heart, before finding his neck, then his chin. You lean in, gently pulling him forward. His breath hitching. "I want him to catch us~” You glide your nail against his throat, causing Rolan to swallow thickly, his adam's apple bobbing as his eyes flutter close and he sighs.

"You are… insufferable," he says, his voice a mere whisper. Your lips curl into a smirk as you pull him in for a kiss, pressing your body closer.

“Want him~” you trace his bottom lip with your tongue, nipping him gently, "to catch me~" you whisper, his breath deepening, before his hands find their way around your waist, gripping the fabric of your shirt, “to watch me take you~".

Rolan inhales sharply, his lips parting just enough for your tongue to slip through, the heat of his mouth causing your eyes to flutter closed. He groans, his hand cupping the back of your neck, his tongue brushing against yours. You pull back, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. His mouth following yours before you push him back again, “I want Lorroakan to hear my sweet Rolan’s moans~"

You tug up on his robe, "Want him to hear me cry your name~.” You bite your lip, “To watch you fill my dripping pussy with your delicious cum~" You glance up at Rolan, whose face is completely flushed, his lips parted, and eyes dark, “Wanna bruise his ego~”

"You are going to be the death of me," He spins the two of you, your back to the shelf now. His hips roll forward and you can feel the evidence of his arousal.

"I'll be your death." you whisper, pressing up against him.

Rolan groans, his lips ghosting against your neck, "And what a way to go," he mumbles, his breath hot. He kisses along your neck, his teeth grazing over your pulse. He reaches his hand out, and grabs the shelf above you, knocking a scroll onto the ground, "Lorroakan is going to find us." He warns, “ The man knows everything that happens in this tower."

You moan as he bites your neck, his fingers digging into your skin before pushing you down to the ground. Rolan’s hand forcefully flips your dress up, bunching it at your hips, his other hand reaching to rub the wet spot of your panties, "So wet already."

He pulls down your undergarments, his hand slipping between your slick folds, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing it in slow circles, his middle finger sliding into you, his index finger teasing the edge of your ass, "Such a degenerate," he purrs, his tail flicking behind him.

You moan, rocking your hips, feeling his fingers slide in and out, “Rolan~," you mewl, spreading your legs, your chest pressed into the wooden floor.

"Look at you, getting so wet, so loud." His fingers move faster, the lewd, wet noises filling the tower. You moan, reaching a hand back, grasping his arm. Rolan grunts, "Do you want Lorroakan to find us? Hear me make you a sloppy mess?" He growls, adding another finger, "Do you want him to see how good you're taking my fingers? Hear the noises you make?"

You nod, "Yes!" you mewl, "P-please~, rut into me, Rolan~."

He scoffs, his fingers leaving you, the wetness trickling down your thighs. You feel his cock slide between your slick folds, a low groan leaving his throat, "Such a needy thing," he mumbles, his lips trailing soft kisses along your back, "My needy thing." he growls, his hands wrapping around your waist, his tail coiling around your leg.

He pushes in, a small groan leaving his throat, his hips flush against your ass, his head pressed into your back, "So tight," he groans, his nails digging into your sides, "My beautiful girl."

He starts to move, pulling out until only the tip is left, and then roughly thrusting in. You gasp, pushing back against him, feeling his hips slap against your ass, "R-Rolan~" you moan, clawing the wood beneath you, "M-More~" you whine.

Rolan moves his hands to your breasts, groping and pinching throat the thin fabric of your dress, his thumbs rolling over your nipples, "How lewd of you, getting turned on by the thought of being caught." He teases while he rocks his hips, his tail tightening around your leg. He grunts, his thrusts growing erratic, his nails digging into the tender flesh of your breasts.

Rolan is too focused on you, his rough snaps causing scrolls to fall from the shelf beside you, but as you tilt your head you notice a pair of eyes staring at you, their cock in their hand.

You lock eyes with Lorroakan, who watches silently. The sight of him causes a chill to run up your spine, your back arching as Rolan pulls you up giving Looroakan a perfect view of his cock thrusting into you, your juices coating his cock making a mess on the floor. Rolan doesn't stop, his nails digging into the soft flesh of your breasts, his head buried in the crook of your neck. "Cum for me," He whispers in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck, his pace unrelenting, his cock hitting all the right places.

"M' s'so close~," You whine, your eyes never leaving Lorroakan’s, "C-Cumming~" you mewl, closing your eyes. Your body tenses, and the knot in your stomach snaps, your legs twitching as Rolan keeps thrusting, your walls clenching around his cock. Rolan's hips stutter, his thrusts growing sloppy, and a low groan leaves his throat, "D-Damn," he grunts, his cum spilling out, the warmth causing a shudder to run through your body.

You hear Lorroakan groan, his own cum covering his hands. His eyes meet yours, and you bite your lip, your hand reaching behind your to pull Rolan's face to yours. "Kiss me~," and he obliges, his hand slipping between your legs, rubbing your overstimulated clit, "Again?" He chuckles, "Such a dirty girl."

You would keep at it until Lorroakan had to come pull you off Rolan…

Raphael

"Sweet little mouse." Raphael whispers, taking in how fucked out you are beneath him, wheezing out how good he feels.

"Do you like being pinned down like this, hm?" it's an almost teasing lilt. You think he’s laughing at your stupefied state, but in reality he’s marveling, basking in how good you are to him, greedily accepting his cock.

You nod your head, whimpering. The motion is a pathetic, weak jerk. A few strands of hair fall across your forehead. He takes note of how flushed your cheeks are, how glossy your eyes look.

The sight makes him groan. You feel so good, clenching and spasming around him with each thrust, making him throb and swell.

He has you trapped, completely. Raphael has broken you to the point where all you can do is take his cock, whimpering and crying as he drives it deeper into you, stretching your insides so that they fit his shape and no one else's ever again. Eradicating the memories of those who had been with you prior.

You think to yourself, there’s nothing more delicious than being pressed, pinned down onto his bed, bred like livestock, and barely able to suck in a shaky breath of air between each rough thrust.

The feeling of his cock plunging deep inside, filling you up, stretching you, is addicting. You don't know how many times he’s made you cum, only that it doesn't seem to stop. Unable to focus on anything else besides the cock splitting you open and the pleasure wracking through your body.

"M-more~!!" you wail against the sound of your squelching cunt, feeling his thick cock tug at your walls as he leaves. It’s a frenzy entanglement- you provoke him, spur him on to drive into you faster and harder, the way you wiggle and clench down onto his thick cock, creaming so hard that with each impact you can not only hear it- you feel it splatter down in between the folds of your stretched cunt, drip down the seam of your ass.

The cambion more than willing to provide. He’ll keep you forever, a beautiful ornament for his bed, his own personal toy to fuck whenever he desires, a perfect suitor to give him children, an army of his own blood, a pretty little thing to keep by his side.

Zevlor

“Mm~ Zevlor-” warm hands made their way up your thighs. You gasped at the feeling of your underwear being pulled to the side. The cool air nipped at your hot skin.

"I- I missed you so much, Zevy.”

The tiefling let out a soft hum, "I’ve been quite busy, haven’t I?" his tail brushed against your folds, and your breath hitched.

He chuckled and pressed his thumb on your clit. He began rubbing it in circles and you mewled in delight.

"I apologize," he whispered in your ear.

His lips trailed hot kisses down your arm, his hands wondering over your entire body, pausing at your swollen belly and looking up at you.

You met his gaze with half lidded eyes and smiled, caressing his cheek. His eyes softened and a smile grew on his lips as he continued kissing lower and lower. Situating himself in between your thighs, he hooked your legs over his shoulders, as he buried his face in your pussy.

The heat of his tongue sent a shiver through your spine and a groan escaped your lips. You arched your back off the bed and grabbed his horns.

"Z-Zev~" his thick fingers held your cunt lip apart, his tongue making small circles around your clit before a finger probed at your dripping hole.

"S's~ hahhh~" Zevlor curled his fingers, feeling for the spongy spot that made you arch your back for him, careful not to scape your insides with his nails. Your hips bucked into his face but his other arm held you down and prevented you from moving, “I~ please~ please~! Zevlor! I-“ You blushed, holding your swollen belly, “N-need you~”

Zevlor pulled away from you and you whined at the loss. He looked at you and licked his lips. His horns glistened from the sweat on your hands, his lips and chin shiny from your juices.

He crawled on top of you and kissed your forehead, then your nose, then finally, his lips met yours. You sighed into the kiss, tasting yourself on him, his tongue exploring every corner of your mouth, your tongues dancing. His hand finding the swoll of your stomach where his child grows…

His child.

Zevlor still can’t get over it. The thought of it turns him on and he can feel his own cheek flush with embarrassment. He constantly thinks about how he filled you up so full of his cum it had gotten you pregnant, the sounds of you begging him to impregnate you still lingering. You were so beautiful like this, so plump and soft. He’d never admit it, but if he could, he’d put another child in you this second.

“Fu~ S’so tigh-tight~~” you squirmed beneath him as he pushed into your sopping cunt. Despite bedding with him countless of times it was always such a stretch. Your toes curled and a long drawn out moan escaped your lips as your hole greedily took in his thick girth.

He let out a guttural groan as he felt your velvety walls envelop him. It had been a few days since the last time you two had sex and your insides hugged him so tightly, so nicely.

He slowly thrusted his hips, relishing in the wet heat of your cunt.

Dammon

"D-Dammon! I-I'm so sorry! I‘ll be a good girl, I swear!" Lying in the hay you struggle against the rope wrung around your wrists, but Dammon easily presses his foot over the both of your bound arms, forcing you to stay still. He kneels down beside you, his lip lower down to your ear, nose inhaling your scent as he talks down to you calmly and quietly, "Keep count.”

You take in a shaky breath before nodding in agreement, fingers balling up into tight fists as you brace yourself for impact. The first strike of his hand comes down hard, stinging the delicate flesh of your exposed bottom. A small yelp leaves your mouth and you instinctively move forward, “Ah~ O-One! Another strike and you cry out louder this time, tears welling up in your eyes, "fu’-Two!"

The next six strikes come in quickly, and by the end of it your tears and mascara paint your face, your lip tint smeared from burying your face against rough hay inside the barn… Your ass marked with his handprints, and Dammon finds himself running a fingertip over the sore flesh, smirking lightly to himself. "So desperate from my cock that you couldn't even control yourself in front of her, could you?"

"Y-Yes-!."

It was true, you always grew envious when Karlach was around, desperate to show her that Dammon belonged to you.

He pulls you up so that you're resting on your knees, your face now level with his crotch. Dammon’s calloused hand grips your jaw tight, forcing his thumb past your lips.

"Are you going to be good for me," he says darkly, and you can't help the whimper that rises when his coarse thumb and nail presses down on your tongue, saliva pooling. He takes his thumb from your mouth with a pop. His hand fishing his cock out of his slacks, "Go on, wrap those pretty lips of yours around me." and you open your mouth wide, tongue lolling out to lap at his cock.

Dammon's cock is impressive in size, thick and veiny with a bulbous head, and the sight of you kneeling before him, tied up, lips stained and eyes puffy from crying has him leaking pre cum.

Dammon's hand that had been gripping your jaw moved to grip a handful of your hair, his tail coiling around the base of your throat, choking you in a way that leaves you moaning around him.

The head of his cock hits the back of your throat, and you choke, eyes welling up with tears as you look up at Dammon who looks back down at you, smirking, "Can't have you forgetting that you’re the only one that belongs to me."

Dammon thrusts his hips forward, pushing his cock further down your throat, "This is mine." He struggles to keep his eyes open, heavy, breathy moans escaping him as you take more of his length, bobbing your head as you twist and slide your tongue around and under his cock, tracing every vein and ridge.

Each time you take him deeper and farther you ignore the tight pressure on your throat. You're his to use right now, and despite the pain, you'll be his good little throat hole. His hips twitch a little, making your eyes water and throat tighten. Your breathing is heavy, the taste of him on your tongue the only thing you can focus on. Dammon’s tail squeezes your throat, and your moans vibrate around his cock and appendage.

He groans, voice heavy and strained, "So obedient when my cock stretches your throat.”

It isn’t long until he begins fucking your mouth, pulling out and pushing back in deep, a loud groan escaping him when your nose bumps against his pelvis. The sounds of you choking and gasping for air has him lost in the moment. He can feel the way your throat bulges against his tail every time he thrusts forward.

You gag, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth, tears and mascara running down your face. And yet you look so beautiful like this. You take everything he gives, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as you feel your mind begin to cloud.

“Going to fill your stomach with my cum, make sure you never forget what we have, princess." His words come out in a strained growl, the pace of his thrusts growing erratic.

You whine around him and dig your nails into his thigh when he keeps fucking your face, your vision swaying and darkening. “Going t-to.” You can barely hear, trying to push him away by instinct. His hold on your neck and hair is too tight though, his hot cum shooting down your gullet and forcing you to swallow every drop.

Dammon releases you, watching you slump down on the ground while cum and drool leaks from the corners of your mouth, his tail wiping up some of the excess. He kneels down, pulling your limp form against him, holding you tightly against his chest as you take in large gulps of air.

"You are the only one for me, I promise." He swipes a stray hair from your face, “My one and only girl.”

You look up at him with a dazed expression, a smile on your lips as you rest your head on his shoulder. Dammon’s tail curling around you as he plants a soft kiss on the top of your head, a gentle purr emitting from his chest

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A Burden Shared - Part 2 (Zevlor X GN Reader)

Author's Note: He's taken up permanent residence in my brain *sigh* I hope you lovelies like it! *Smut in this one.

Your arm quivered as you lowered your weapon and looked around the room. Mindflayers were strewn about where they had been slain. The confused and uninfected people that remained were busy looking around. They'd been released only a moment before being thrown into battle and were gathering their bearings to escape the mind flayer colony.

Your eyes scanned the room before finally landing on who you'd been seeking. Zevlor stood a few paces away, his hand covering his mouth as his face drew tight in a pained expression. You secured your weapon and walked over to him. He threw out a hand to stop you as you neared.

"Don't come any closer, I can't bear this."

You frowned and pause in your steps.

"Zevlor, what happened?"

"Hells," he shook his head. "I didn't think I was going to make it. I- Thank you. I owe you an explanation but first.. what happened to the others?"

You drew yourself upright, head tilted to the side in confusion.

"The ones that escaped made it to an inn. We rescued some from the tower prison. They said you abandoned them. That you stopped fighting. But it didn't sound like something you'd do... Zevlor, what happened?"

He shook his head, shame covering his face.

"We were ambushed and then suddenly all I could hear was Her. The Absolute. She told me she could help me become a paladin again. I would have the power to protect my people and find us a home. Yet all around me, I could hear them being tortured, dying. I... Tav. What have I done?"

You eased closer and reached a hand toward his shoulder.

"Zevlor, it sounds like you were enthralled. There's nothing that you could have done. Hells, I'm so sorry."

He squeezed your hand before shaking his head to clear his worries for now.

"Ketheric is below. I will find out if there are any more survivors and help them escape."

"After you leave, find your people. They should be on the road toward Baldur's Gate soon."

His face was consumed by a flash of sadness followed by resignation.

"They have you. Go and defeat this monster. There is something else I must do instead."

After he left the room, you turned toward your party, giving them a sharp nod to follow behind and descend toward your destiny.

~~~

After you portaled out of the colony with Aylin, you warmed to see her reunion with Isobel and hoped for one of your own, but were sorely disappointed to see no sign of Zevlor. You happened upon Alfira trying her best to corral the children who had taken to snooping to see what they could find. She hopped excitedly and threw her arms around you.

"I'm so happy you're okay! We were so worried about you."

You laughed and held her tightly.

"I'm glad to be out of there. It apparently wasn't enough to have some master plan, but it had to be somewhere coated in goo." You shuddered in disgust and decided to reveal what you'd learned. "Zevlor was down there," you whispered.

Her eyes popped open wide and she shook her head in disbelief.

"I mean, we thought he'd been captured, but... What did he say? Was he.. himself?"

You nodded and murmured, "Very much so. He had no control over what happened. It sounds like the Absolute took over his mind. He was worried about you all."

Her lips pursed as the reality of the situation settled in.

With a sigh she said, "I hope he can find some peace about it. I'm not sure if any of the others will want to see him after what happened. It didn't seem like him to just stop fighting, but when you go through something like that.. It's hard to reconcile that both things can be true at the same time."

You nodded in understanding, offering one last squeeze before heading out with your party.

~~~

After some time in the city, running around during the day to hunt down murderers, doppelgängers, and all other manner of chaos, you had had enough. Even though you were always so tired at night, you snuck out to hunt for Zevlor. You'd heard no word from him and your worry grew by the day. On this particular evening, you dragged yourself back to the Elfsong, bloody and worn. The idea of taking the night off began bouncing around in your mind. At least until Lakrissa stopped you.

"Alfira said she has something for you. She's up on the rooftop. Get yourself cleaned up, though. You smell horrendous."

She turned with a wink, making you laugh and hurry to your rooms. After a rushed bath, you pulled on fresh clothes and went to see Alfira.

"Tav!" she greeted with an excited wave. "I have something for you!"

"Well, don't keep me in suspense! What is it?"

She bounced on her toes and held a small folded note in front of her. You took it from her hands and smoothed your fingers over the crumpled paper before unfolding it and beginning to read.

I've arrived in Rivington. I'm currently unable to make it into the city proper, but I wondered if you could manage to get away. I believe there was a date promised.

Zevlor

Your cheeks burned as you clutched the note to your chest.

"Did you.. Have you already read this, Alfira?"

Her teeth flashed as she grinned awkwardly and said, "Erm. No?"

Your eyes rolled as she gently elbowed you.

"You never said anything about the two of you! When did that happen?"

You rubbed your hand down the side of your face before turning toward her.

"At the party. After the goblins."

She gasped and grabbed your arm, shaking you as she jumped up and down.

"This is.. amazing! Our savior with soldier who's fallen from grace. Can I write a ballad about you? Oh, please let me!"

Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head as your heartbeat pounded in your ears. Alfira's arm was gently detached from you by Lakrissa. Your mind had been so gone that you didn't even notice when she walked up.

"Ease up, doll. You're embarrassing Tav, yeah?"

Alfira's excitement turned to disappointment as she grinned sheepishly and stepped away. You shook your head, trying not to laugh and said, "I'll let you know how it goes. Material for your ballad and all that, alright?"

Her squeal of glee echoed behind you as you hurried away to prepare.

You rushed back into your rooms, heading straight for the pile of supply packs. With a quick thought of the other tieflings, you pulled out two baskets and filled them with rations. Your group had hoarded for a while and now that you had a place to regularly buy food, you figured you could spare the surplus. You tossed coin into two pouches and tucked them into the food baskets before turning around and facing your party members.

Jaheira and Minsc had gone to see her children and Halsin had gone to the forest outside the city to be closer to nature for the night. Gale was curled up with a book, Shadowheart next to him, sipping wine. Astarion was strewn over Karlach and Wyll's laps but sat up eagerly to see what you were up to.

"Well, well. Where are you off to?"

You squared your shoulders, knowing they deserved answers, but decided to keep some of the information to yourself.

"I've got a date."

A collective gasp rose as they all stared at you. He laughed and slumped against Karlach's shoulder.

"A bit awkward since we've all been trying to get in your pants the whole way here. You never mentioned someone was waiting here for you. A husband? A wife? A mysterious assassin partner?"

You glared at him and shook your head.

"No, and I'm not telling you who it is. At least not right now."

He leaned forward, more curious.

"We've been with you all day, every day! When did you have the chance to meet someone? Wait, is it those drow twins? They were quite beautiful," he mused teasingly.

Karlach smacked him upside the head, ruffling his curls.

"Leave them alone. They'll tell us when they're ready."

You nodded, gratitude for her filling you up.

"I will. I promise. And I should be back by morning. If I'm not, Alfira knows where I'm going."

Shadowheart frowned and Lae'zel poked her head out from behind the divider at her bed where she was cleaning her weapons.

"You've told the tiefling bard and haven't shared with us?"

Your shoulders sagged and you shook your head apologetically.

"It's a recent development and I promise to tell you all later. Now, I have to go."

~~~

After escaping the curiosity of your party members, you rushed as quickly as you could toward Rivington. For your first stop, you went toward the donation center to drop off a basket for the tieflings. The children were curled up together, exhaustion limning their faces. The adults looked even more so and there was evident relief in their eyes when you set down a basket and explained what was inside. Food for them, coin for whatever they needed, and a promise to return with more.

Finally. You circled around to look for Zevlor, becoming slightly distressed when you didn't see him. Had someone forged the note to trick you to come out alone? Your head swiveled trying to see if he was nearby when a hand came to rest on your shoulder. You whirled, swinging and your eyes widened and he barely managed to duck. Zevlor slowly stood, hands out to calm you.

"I apologize. That was quite stupid of me. Are you alright?" His eyes searched your face, watching as it crumpled. You shoved his chest half-heartedly.

"I was worried about you," your voice came out with a quiver.

His face morphed from surprise to warmth and he reached out a hand to brush his thumb over your cheek. You stood there together as the sky darkened, drinking each other in.

"Come," he murmured. "My camp is just a little way away."

"Wait!" You threw out a hand to stop him and straightened up. "Where did we first kiss?"

His face darkened with a blush and he blinked slowly at you.

"Why are you asking? Has the tadpole damaged your memory since then?"

You stood your ground and rested your hand on his chest.

"Please. Just tell me."

He slowly stepped toward you and placed his hand on your lower back. His lips moved to your ear as he whispered his reply.

"We shared our first kiss at the hot springs outside of your camp after you defeated the goblins, allowing us to safely leave the grove."

You leaned against him and sighed, letting him shield you from your worries. He rubbed your back soothingly and pressed his cheek against your forehead.

"Would you like to share why you asked?"

"Doppelgängers," you sighed.

"Ahh," he mused. "I promise I am and have always been just myself. Come."

He took the basket from you, softening when you told him that it was a gift. Your arm brushed his as you walked, following him up a hill. When you arrived to the top, the commotion ceased. Around the fire sat a group of people in Hellrider armor.

"Zevlor," you whispered. "What is this?"

"I know it took me some time to arrive. I was seeking my soldiers. Some of the very best. I brought them for you. For your battle. There will come a time when you will face the Absolute and we will be at your back."

Tears sprang to your eyes as his efforts overwhelmed you. You stepped forward and placed the basket near the fire.

"Thank you for coming. This is for you. I would have brought more if I'd known how many-"

They waved your worries off kindly, but their grins were full of mischief.

"So you're the one that's got Commander so besotted, eh?"

"I- what?"

"Yeah," piped up another, "he was all worried about getting here quickly once he rounded us up. Said it was of the 'utmost importance'."

You glanced at Zevlor out of the corner of your eye and saw that his eyes were narrowed at each one who had spoken.

"You all will be the death of me," he sighed wearily. He gently grabbed your elbow and turned you to leave the fire.

"Have fun, sir!"

"Yeah, yeah but not too much, sir. Gotta train bright and early."

A giggle burst from you and a dejected whine slipped from his lips as he let go of you.

"Not you, too. They're enough to deal with as it is."

You gently slid your arm through his and sidled up close as you walked, matching his pace.

"Seriously, Zevlor. Thank you. We need all the help we can get and I know it's a lot to ask. This means so much."

His smile was bright, his warm eyes blinding. He led you away from the camp to a tent some distance away. He pulled back the tent flap for you to enter and followed close behind. As you sat across from each other, a bashful energy hummed in the air.

"Hello," you whispered.

He sighed like a weight had been lifted and smiled at you.

"I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly at Moonrise. And very glad to see that you're alright. You are, aren't you?"

With a nod and a shrug you muttered, "More or less. I'm just.. tired. Ready to finish this. But it's not something that can be rushed, so I'm just trying my best to be a good leader and get through it."

"One day, Tav, your battles will be over and the war will be won. Have faith."

You sat in companionable silence as the lantern light flickered between you. The light kissed his features and a desire to do the same rose sharply.

"I missed you."

Your words were soft in the darkness, a light touch as your heart stretched toward him. He moved ever so closer and leaned in. His nose skimmed yours, unhurried. His lips brushed under your jaw and he was careful of his horns as he pulled your collar aside to kiss further down as much as he could. Moving the lantern aside, he shifted closer and slid his arms around you.

"Every day I wished to go back to that night. To have just a bit longer with you in the springs. To reciprocate your generosity."

Your laugh made him grin against your neck, shy from his confession.

"I wasn't being generous," you murmured. "It was completely selfish."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm," you mumbled as you pressed soft kisses over his burning cheeks.

His fingers moved to unclasp your cloak and set it aside.

"Let me be the selfish one tonight."

His body felt as if it was set alight. Words like these had not lingered in his thoughts for so long and never had he admired someone so deeply. Never had he wanted to care so very much for another, but if not now, then when? He gave in to his impulses and tenderness toward you and gently tugged the laces of your shirt loose to help you slide it off.

"Oh." he groaned when he saw your exposed chest and pulled you tight against him. Your arms went around his neck and you gently ran your fingers through his hair. A rumbling growl ran through him, tickling your skin that was pressed to his chest. Your fingers hurried to take off his shirt, and he took care to place them back at your side.

"Let me," he said softly. "We have time."

He helped you lay back and slipped his own shirt over his head. He leaned down, pressing his torso to yours, the heat of your shared skin absolutely searing. He reached down, gently rubbing you through your trousers, watching as you sighed beneath him. Your legs opened wider, allowing him to rest between your thighs. He sat back and pulled off your boots and socks, placing them aside with care. He unbuttoned his own trousers, opening the front flap, before he descended upon you.

"Hells," he groaned. "I don't understand why you're here, but I'm so grateful."

"Hush, Commander," you murmured as you reached for his face to cup it in your hands. "Let someone care for you for a change."

"Only if you let me do the same."

His teeth nipped at your skin, his tongue flicking over your nipple. As he came back up to kiss you eagerly, your fingers worked their way into his trousers, wrapping around him and tugging gently. His body tensed momentarily before he relaxed and groaned into your mouth. He bucked into your hand and hid his face against your neck, his soft sighs hot on your skin.

As you massaged his aching cock, he worked on untying your trousers and pulling them down. When he sat back to take them off, you let go for a moment. Your eyes roved lazily over him. He was achingly hard now and straining against his trousers. After he helped you out of yours and you laid bare before him, he paused and pressed a hand to his chest.

Gods, what is this feeling?

Your eyes were soft and half-lidded in the glow of the lantern and he hurried out of his boots, socks and trousers. His length was pressed to his stomach and you found yourself mesmerized. You reached out to touch him, but he guided your hands to the back of his neck.

"Hold on to me now, Tav. I've got you."

His sweet words began a fluttering low in your belly. You watched him spit on his fingers and rub them together before gently easing them inside you. His hands were warm from the fire that burned within. He was careful with his nails as he worked you open so achingly slowly. His hand clasped the back of your knee and brought your leg to hook around his hip, opening you up wider.

Oh, how entranced he was by your face. As your head rolled back, he thought of all the nights he'd been alone and thought of you. How greedy he was for your touch again. How he'd rutted into his hand, releasing with a groan and left unsatisfied because he wasn't emptying into you. Hopefully tonight his desires would prove fruitful.

When you'd relaxed around him, he sat back and reached for a small vial of oil in his bag. You propped up on your elbows and grinned.

"You came prepared, I see. Or was there someone else you used that with?" you teased.

His face burned as cut his eyes over to you.

"Only for you, Tav. I have been alone for a long time and ever since that night at the springs, my mind has been consumed with thoughts of only you."

He popped open the vial and was startled by your hand suddenly thrusting forward.

"Let me," you murmured.

He poured a generous amount in your hands, watching as you rubbed them together. He tried to resist thrusting into you immediately, how desperate he was for you. Once your hands were coated, you reached for him, tugging gently by his cock. He nearly came into your hands that very moment. You worked him gently in the silence, pulling on his length, twisting under the flared head, cupping his balls and squeezing them. He grabbed your wrist, pinning it above you.

"Stop," he wheezed.

Your grin split your face wide and he groaned, his body shuddering. He guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing it over you for some stimulation, knowing that once he entered you, that he would be set on you. The thought made him freeze.

"Why are you stopping, Zevlor? What's wrong?"

He sighed and sat back, shaking his head.

"It seems that my heart is threatening to burst from my chest. What is this effect you have on me? I am... afraid. To be so intimate with someone, I don't- I don't think I want this only once."

Pitying his struggle, you sat up and took his hands in yours, pressing kisses to his knuckles.

"I feel the same. With all the turmoil in the world, something steady, someone to depend on would be nice."

He sagged in relief, moved by your words.

"Are you sure? Please... be sure. I won't hold anything against you if you feel you need to leave."

You slid your hand around the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. You pulled him to you, kissing him softly and guiding him back down on top of you. He braced his weight with one hand and returned to your opening once more. With a gentle thrust, the head popped in. You both gasped, foreheads pressed together as he eased in even more.

His cock filled you, the ridges rubbing against you as he thrust in further. You squirmed beneath him and he fell weakly against you, arms trembling. You squeezed him tightly and he could barely move for fear of losing control. Your hips rocked against his, encouraging him to move and oh, he did.

He kept a tight grip on your hip, keeping you close as your legs trembled around him. His eyes sought yours in the dark, desperate for more than just a physical connection. His fingers laced with yours as he glanced down to see you take him. His head tilted back and you reached for him, dancing your fingers across the skin of his chest. He gently guided your legs up, pressing them to your chest and shifted your hips.

He thrust deeper and harder, straining to be as close to you as possible. When he felt your legs start to shake, he moved his hand to rub you gently. Your legs nearly kicked at a certain rhythm, but he kept them against you. You laughed breathlessly and offered a half-hearted apology that he promptly kissed away. As he neared his climax, his hips stuttered. He tried to fight it away, but his need crested, demanding his release.

"I- I'm close. Where? Where do you- Where can I-?"

He shuddered as you rubbed against him, pulling him close.

"Inside," you murmured against his lips.

He nodded and pressed his face to your neck, continuing his ministrations between your legs as he pounded into you. With a gruff moan, he came inside you, his cum spurting against your walls. At the same time, you released, his name a soft cry upon your lips. He continued to rock into you until he was completely spent. His arms trembled as he pulled away. He was so incredibly enticed by the way his seed spilled out of you but managed to pull himself away to clean you up with a nearby cloth. You were weak, breathing heavily as you rested on his blankets.

"Did you know I would come tonight? That this would happen?"

He smiled to himself, his eyes flickering over to your sweet face.

"I hoped."

~~~

"Alfira said she was going to write a ballad about us."

"About you and I?"

His laugh of disbelief rumbled against your back as he spooned you.

"Mhm. I told her I'd give her all the details when I got back to the Elfsong."

His lips traveled over your shoulder and around to the side of your neck as his fingers brushed over your waist.

"Well, hopefully not all of them. Some things can remain between us, I think?"

"You mean you don't want me recounting every minute detail of our long, long night together to her?"

He sat up, peeking over your shoulder, his face an even brighter red in the light of the sun that peeked through the tent flaps.