#and then Orin had to come and pop that bubble

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the lick of bhaal

a/n: I would fuck orin!gale. That’s the premise of this one. I haven’t seen this concept done and I feel that there is much to explore! Slight dead dove on this one for those who may be sensitive.

Cw: inebriated sex, blood, breeding kink, fun use of shapeshifting abilities, my excuse to live vicariously through Orin, biting (lots of it), possessive language, not gale behavior, rough sex, dubcon, humping, frotting, tail play, anal play piv, orin has sex with a woman and is a bit confused, guilt, not really enthusiastic consent.

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Orins lips buzzed with the taste of drink, sat in her lap- rather his- was a contently buzzed teifling, the poor wizards mate she presumed. Her hips wiggled occasionally when she shook with laughter. And oh ye gods! Did the pressure feel excellent. She cant remember a time previous when she was truly intimate with another fleshy being. The only passion for sanguinity she had was her affinity for a kill. His hands rested on the swell of the creatures thighs, a slight grip in pressure had her staring into her lovers eyes, something swirled in her mind.

Here? Her gaze asked.

“Here” she whispered in his voice. The Tiefling, li’ia, had a wonky smile on her face. She stroked her lower lip plush and plump. She captured hers in a chaste kiss, tasting the bubbly wine on her lips. Her heavy breaths graced Orin’s ears, a strange tightness in her chest and pants.

“Gale- fuck…I don’t know.” She pulled away “not like this…”

“Oh, but my dear- I know you’ve ached for it, yearned for it. How I’ve craved your skin. How I yearn. Let me taste you. Let me mark you, I don’t want anyone looking at you without seeing me.”

She let out a stifled groan in the short space of their lips. Unspoken egging coming from her stare. Oh how she will be ruined, oh how she will defile her.

Orin closed in, the unfamiliar feeling of clean skin pressed against her disguise beard, how she felt heat surge to her core when Li’ia gently tugged at his chin. She nipped at li’ia’s lip mindlessly, inwardly grumbling at the lack of sharpness from the humans’ blunt teeth. With his hands he anchored her into his lap, groping the warm flesh of her ass. She slid her cool hands down the others’ pants line, her skin was warm and spongy. Well taken care of she’d wager.

Lia groaned into her would-be-wizard’s mouth, throwing caution to the wind as she bumped her core against his low abdomen for some sort of friction.

“Warm my cock won’t you love?” gale hummed beneath her, “I would quite enjoy feeling your tightness.”

“I don’t think I’m necessarily ready for you like that.” She sputtered.

“Come now!” she slid the tips of her fingers against the others core, the heat and slick pooling off of them came in waves “I can feel how ready you are- your body doesn’t lie” his eyes darken with a hunger she’s never seen before. His lids lower as he removed his fingers from the entrance of her sticky cunt. Orin swiped her tongue over them, their taste fruity and sour with a tang of iron, how refreshing. How greedy she was for a taste of this infernal nymph; she licked her fingers clean a moan of ecstasy escaping gale lips. How guttural his set of vocal cords are.

He wriggled from underneath her and scooped her up, tromping back to stalemanes bedroom. With a kick she shut the door behind her, she dropped her on the bed, a flick of the wrist for a silencer and an arcane lock. The bed creaked underneath his popping knees, still dried browns, and maroons from the delicious stains of blood. He lifted the crest of her shirt, kissing down her stomach- nipping and nibbling at the sweet flesh. She sank her teeth into her warm skin, the tang of iron and a cry from her nightly lover. She knew of her sweetness, her reluctance. She was hers to take from.

A fist came to the wizard’s hair, it burned as she tugged gently at his scalp. Her whines and sobs fluttered to her ears. They sounded like sweet music. She lapped at the wound, placing small apologetic kisses to her sides, lips stained with her conquest.

“claim” the not very gale murmured, his tone taking a pinched staccato in focus, “mine.”

He hooked his thumbs into her pants, her hips squirmed slightly, but obliged in his pilgrimage arching gently for better access. Her breaths were hot and heavy, she rested gales head on the teiflings thigh, tracing circles onto her lower abdomen. She watched her chest rise and fall.

His breath felt like cooling velvet on her wet cunt, a whine clawed its way through her throat, nudging her hips up for the others attention. He smirked, not a warm one but a dangerous and hungry one. Gale grumbled again, staring slightly confused and hesitant. Li’ia tilted her head watching him cautiously. He tentatively licked her folds, pulling them apart with his tongue. His nose brushed against her clit, a low hum warming his mouth.

He angled himself so he could lazily grope at her chest, mouth kissing up her public mount to her clit. He latched onto the sensitive bud, sucking at it gently. Another hand for balance found its way to her core, stroking her labia lazily. She shivered at his blunt touch, shifting her hips up to prop a pillow under it to sit more comfortably. His digits prodded her sex, sliding in before bucking the pads of his fingers against a spongy mound. She inhaled sharply, ending in a warm moan. His fingers continued to pump and curl inside of her, the scuff of his beard brushing against her skin. Orin kissed the sides of her thighs, sucking at the skin under her mouth. Her skin was littered with imprints of her teeth and gorgeous flowering bruises. Li’ias grip became tight and steely, almost like the poor girls’ fingers took root in her skin, blunt nails scratching at her scalp. It made her dizzy.

Orin felt her knot break, the spasming of the woman’s hips beneath her the glazed over vision, to the silvery curls stuck to her forehead. Her orgasm was silent and ridged, toes cramped to a curled position heels dragging into the mattress.

“Roll over for me, my sweet.” She licked her fingers clean, helping the struggling teifling about. And finally, oh finally- she could drop the act.

She settled herself behind the static tail of the teifling, long brown hair fading and scattered with platinum blonde. She steadied her voice, clearing her throat to remain as gales.

“So pretty for me….” She hummed, his tones marking her words with affection, “look at you… “she quickly spanked her pretty ass, massaging the red into her cheeks. The sounds of smacks resonated on the hollow walls of the room. With each punctuated smack li’ia hissed and writhed under her. She felt tears dribble down her cheeks, from embarrassment, from pain? She really couldn’t Identify.

Orin ran the length of her cock against her ass, the heat from her member a soothing feeling to the bard’s aching cunt. Her tail curled around orins thigh lightly smacking the flesh of her ass, a grumble coming from her head in the pillow.

She chuckled, in tones gentler and more dulcet than she. “Easy pet, you’ll have me soon enough.” Orin angled her hips, gales skin being peachy, and pink, mottled with stretch marks, scars, and a sea of freckles. The tip of her tail prodded her entrance, she spat in her hand, rubbing the makeshift lube against her lover’s tail. It prodded and slid into her, wiggling gently inside of her. She exhaled relaxing herself at the fullness, re-settling her knees she rubbed the leftover spit in her hands against her hard member, siding her tip against her slick entrance.

With a quick flick of her hips she sheathed to the hilt, drawing a sharp gasp from the woman underneath her, followed by a delicious moan. She was warm as ever, walls fluttering quickly around her. Hand on her hip digging into her flesh, the other clutching at the headboard in front of her. Her ass made a hollow sound as she fucked against her tail, a delightful sting clenching around her. She lowered her hips biting at the tips of her ear, settling her legs into a hopping crouch position. The wizard’s knees she was using popped and screeched as she moved about.

Her hips arched up; her face planted into the cushion beneath her. Her toes curled into odd positions, whining as they locked up. The wet slaps echoed against the bloody bedroom. Her cock pulsed inside of the teifling, hitting the spongy tissue until it felt numb.

“Oh, ye gods- li’ia- “her voice came out higher than she wanted, the mimic of gale slowly faltering, “gods you are so sweet- bhaal below- “a moan rumbled through her chest. Orin folded over teeth, nestled into li’ia’s shoulder, platinum blond hair sticking to her forehead. She felt the bard squeeze down around her cock, her hand found her clit, pinching and squeezing it. A strangled moan came from her mouth, her walls clamped down around her.

“Are you cumming?”  the bhaalist hummed, her hips stuttering slightly, the other hand wrapping around to headlock her. Both of their knees slumped into the mattress, Orin’s knees pinning li’ias claves into the mattress.

Li’ias teeth sank into the pink skin of orins arm, decorated with freckles and hair to mimic the wizard. Drool and spittle ran down her lips as she tried to stifle the pathetic noises ushering themselves out of her mouth. She was quick to nod, quick to please.

“Good, good, good- “she repeated slightly breathless, “come for me my pretty dove, whisper my name like a prayer, worship me with your lips.”

Orin felt a slight loss at the whispers of gale on her lips, the dedication to her lover a man not worthy of her desire. A pathetic man at best. What did she see in him? Did she know she deserved better?

She had little to think about when the bard’s tail curled against a sweet spot. A flash of white struck her vision.  She went limp against her, li’ias hips sank into the bed. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ears and settled into the cleave of her ass, hands clamped around her thighs. She pressed her lips against her puffy folds, lapping at the mess she had made. Her lips held quick and contented sighs, tasting the mix of spent cum.

She withdrew, rubbing small circles into the melted bard’s back. She kissed her cheeks, pulling the covers over her fragile body.

Li’ia slept soundly, her breaths heavy. Her dreams filled with troubling messages.

She woke to an empty room a gift box tied with ribbons and the seal of bhaal sat at the edge of the murder scene. She inspected it, body pricking with goosebumps in the open air. The ribbons were satin, the seal a deep red and shiny wax. The box contained a note… and a ring. Shed recognize it anywhere, a matching set she had gotten for her lover, a twin set with magical effects to notify where the other partner was.

The note was simple, it read:

Dearest, Li’ia.

The steel watch foundry is a good place to start.

We shall cut the strings that work the tyrants’ puppets.

Thank you for indulging me in an evening of debauchery.

I can still taste your sweetness.

Orin the red.

Ps. Your wizard is such a sweet crier, I can see why a woman of your caliber likes him plenty. Her stomach churned, that was not gale.

[dragon-moms]

Entry 113 - Gloria

Today I got a history lesson.

I read through my letters in the morning before the meeting. Clementine had sent me another one telling me that the Egg was fine, Tyrion had been behaving, and Baroness was very impatient. I couldn’t blame her, of course. I hadn’t seen Merry, Myrmidon, or Philly either, since they got here, though Dagger still promised me they were “just as annoying as always.” I still worried about them being locked up for so long. But I could attack guards and try to run at any time. Dagger was still right about that. Better to have something to run to.

I set that letter aside, deciding I’d ask Dagger to write something to eir Mom in response (surely that would help keep Baroness from doing something ill-advised) and moved on. I had another couple of letters forwarded from Orin. Local Council business I’d normally be focusing on. But not right now. I’d have to try to find time to write them a polite explanation.

I opened another envelope. I didn’t recognize the writing, so I assumed it was more Council business. Instead, inside, was a single small piece of parchment with “Lunch, at the ‘please love me’ desperation monument” written on it.

Ivana.

I hadn’t talked to Dagger since I got to sleep. Ey were supposed to paint that painting. I hoped this was a good sign.

After the meeting Haramond trapped me discussing the plans for procedures for dealing with ambassadors that we’d already discussed during the entire morning meeting. He seemed to be concerned about the fact that we saw basically eye to eye on the rules, like I was somehow getting something past him. I tried to be as polite as possible.

By the time I got up to the garden, I was a bit late and hadn’t been able to eat anything.

Ivana was sitting there, munching on a sandwich, as she looked out over the edge of the little garden into the view below. There was a small stack of folders and parchment next to her. I assumed she was being dramatic. I have no doubt she heard me opening the door.

“Glad to see you’re enjoying my Desperation Monument,” I said.

“Sure,” she said, not turning around.

“Portrait turned out okay?” I asked.

“Your ghost friend was real annoyed by it,” she said. “But ey did a good job.”

“Good. Where are ey?”

Ivana shrugged and turned around, taking another bite of sandwich. “Said ey were going to disappear and not to worry about em. Some sad garbage like that.”

Maybe ey were asleep? Did ey need sleep? Eir chamber did have bedding in it. “Alright,” I said, approaching. “This the information?”

“It’s my notes,” she said. “You can’t have them, besides the ones I copied this morning while pretending to take notes in that meeting.”

“Then how am I supposed to find a White Dragon, if I don’t have all the information?” I said.

“You aren’t going to find one anyway,” she said, sitting down and picking up a folder. “They’re all dead. Been dead for way longer than your little dead friend’s life.”

“Then why did you say you were going to help me find them?” I demanded.

“Because I assumed instead of wanting something ridiculous, you wanted to find their lost territory,” she said. Once again, I was annoyed I couldn’t read her expression through her mask. I just assumed it was a really insufferable one.

“Alright, fine, tell me about that then,” I said, sitting down.

“You really thought you were going to… what is with your family and ridiculous quests based on nothing?” she said. “Fuck.” She took a breath. “Okay, well, there’s not a lot of info out there. There are references to letters and correspondence early Queens sent to another dragon Queen of some sort, even after the unification of the four lineages. Even way back then, most official correspondence was copied and archived, but for some reason none of these letters were.” Ivana brandished a list of what I guess was official letters to prove this in some way. “Almost as if someone had gone and destroyed all those letters for some reason.”

“A conspiracy?” I said, my disbelief clearly showing through.

“Don’t take that tone with me,” Ivana said before shoving the rest of her sandwich into her mouth. “I know what I’m talking about. I don’t know why these letters were lost, but their existence is enough to go on that White Dragons aren’t just folklore. But during the second post-unification Queen’s reign even these references to missing things dry up. Which says to me, White Dragons aren’t an independent thing around then. And since I don’t see any White Dragons just hanging out, probably means they’re all dead.”

“Uh huh,” I said.

“If you wanted my information so badly, why don’t you stop rolling your eyes at it?” she snapped.

“Because you’re not telling me anything useful,” I said. “You can’t even find me a White Dragon.”

“I can just leave,” she said, closing her folder.

“Just admit you want to tell me about your research and then continue,” I said. It was very difficult not to constantly poke at her. She’d annoyed me following me around for so long, after all, and clearly thought my feelings towards Reliquary were a joke. But I knew I should shut up, at least until I knew for sure this wasn’t going anywhere.

Ivana pulled a piece of gum from a pouch and started chewing before continuing. “Fine, I’ll cut my hard work short, fuck you too.” She flipped through folders until she pulled out a map she had drawn.

“Not a great map,” I said, looking it over. Along the bottom she’d written some notes on landmarks with the warning “Almost certainly no longer accurate.”

“Well, you’re not getting my expensive one I did all my charting on, so you’ll have to be happy with it,” she said.

“Graz, it looks like.”

“Yeah,” Ivana said.

“I would think I’d know about a whole ancient civilization in Graz,” I said. “Ivy would have told me.”

“What, you tried to force yourself on her, too?” Ivana said smugly.

“No use chasing straight girls after the initial curiosity encounter,” I said, “but we’re friends, were friends, I guess, depending on how things shake out, and we worked together for years. You’re saying this is a territory big enough to have its own Queen, right? How would she not know about it?”

“It’s hidden, obviously,” Ivana said. “Again, I’m mostly working off of references to things that weren’t saved or recorded from documents that have seen better days, but I think you need an escort of some sort to go in. There are several primary sources referring to an ‘escort problem.’”

“So, what, a White Dragon had to let you in?” I asked.

“I think so.”

“But you said they’re all dead.”

“Yeah.”

“So how would I even get in?”

Ivana rolled her eyes. “Be resourceful and not useless? Places can be broken into, no matter how well hidden, if there’s nobody there to stop you.”

“I’m no master thief,” I said. “I need more than that.”

“How horrible for you,” she said, and handed me another piece of parchment with a strange series of circles drawn on it. “Here then.”

I just looked at her.

“Doodle from one of the primary sources I got my claws on. A note someone made, with real tiny lines. A reminder maybe. Maybe they just liked to draw circles, but I figured it wasn’t for nothing. Not a lot of drawings on official documents, and certainly none that small.”

“So I get a badly drawn map and a random doodle,” I said.

“A heavily researched map and an important clue,” Ivana said, annoyed.

I tried to make sense of the circles. But it was just an array of circles arranged at different heights in a line. I couldn’t see any pattern or meaning to it. “I don’t see how this is important at all.”

“You came to me as an expert, fucking treat me like an expert,” she said, popping a bubble angrily. “I know there’s something to that.”

“Is all your research this scant?” I asked.

“You asked me find you a mythic creature that parents used to scare their kids with so they wouldn’t fly off, and I give you a fucking map to where they once lived, and you call this scant?” she said, anger rising.

“If you think it’s enough, come with me and prove it,” I said.

“I’m not leaving,” Ivana said. “Stop asking.”

“Too scared?” I teased.

“Yes, I am,” she said, with a shocking lack of sarcasm. “I’m not leaving the Peak. Now you got what you wanted, so fuck off.”

“What would you possibly be scared of?” I asked.

Ivana picked up her folders and popped her gum again before stomping off, slamming the door behind her.

“Do I have to?” Dagger asked later that night when I was getting ready for bed. Ey were looking at the letter Clementine sent.

“I think your mother would appreciate it,” I said. “And the last thing we need is her going on a rampage and killing anyone else.”

Dagger sighed. “Fine… a short one…”

“Thank you,” I said.

Ey got to writing. I took the map Ivana had given me back out and looked at it again, thinking.

Clearly I wasn’t going to find a White Dragon. But Ivana seemed certain there was something hidden here, in plain sight, that nobody had found. And if there really was a hidden place in Graz, would it be the worst place to hide out? Surely it would be better than human lands, at least temporarily. We could potentially buy some supplies in Graz before we left forever. I had no real idea what sort of things I’d need for a life as a fugitive, but I’m sure it was a lot. It couldn’t hurt to do some shopping.

Or maybe that was ridiculously dangerous. Anywhere in dragon lands would be dangerous, no matter how hidden.

What was clear, though, that my hope for a better plan was basically gone.

I was going to have to bust them out.

I just hoped I wasn’t too rusty.

But then again, you never forget how to kill.

Or maybe that’s Guster talking.