#dustdeepsea

[dustdeepsea]

✨ ko-fi launch celebration artwork

To celebrate me launching my ko-fi, I'll be stepping out of my comfort zone and drawing a new (to me) BG3 NPC character.

This will be a challenge for me since it seems I can only reliably draw three types of male faces lol

The final artwork will be available as a digital print (tip to download), but the web version will be posted here on tumblr, same as all my art.

[commander-krios]

fifteen lines

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well. I feel like making a little ask game out of this SO: if you wanna you can send me one of these and i will give you context/ a snipped of what it is from! (you could also guess the context if you like!)

I was tagged by @dustdeepsea, thank you so very much. I am using Juniper since she has quite a few WIPs and posted fics out there to pull from.

“I like it when you smile.”

“Don’t you know? It’s all part of my plan to seduce you.”

"You’re my favorite damsel in distress.”

“You know, me and my good luck.”

"Haven’t I suffered enough broken noses for you?”

“It wasn’t my fault this time.”

“Oh, believe me. You’ll never be bored with me around.”

“You do realize what you’re getting into, yes?”

“You’re funny to look at.”

“I might be crazy. You wouldn’t be the first person to imply that. I wonder if Volo’s tadpole extraction comes with a lobotomy.”

“Oh, wizard, you’ll find there are many things I can accomplish. All it takes is a bit of concentration and the right song.”

“Because I want to bring him back from the dead so I can fucking kill him again.”

 “As if I’d let you be rid of me that easily.”

“I’m always flirting with you, Rolan. You should know me better by now.”

“Oh, well you look strong enough to bash people in the head. I mean, I think it might be sort of sexy to see. Not the ‘bashing heads in’ thing, just like… you fighting with weapons instead of magic.”

Tagging (no pressure): @starknstarwars @eluvisen @swaps55 @mallaidhsomo @valkblue and @lemonsrosesandlavender

[killerpancakeburger]

There seem to be a grand total of 5 of us on this website that have caught the Rugan brainworms, but I thought I'd reach out and share this :) https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/132485779 Enjoy!

Haha, WAY ahead of you, I already read it 🤣 (saw the reblog by @my-favourite-zhent ). I enjoyed it a lot! Still quite sweet of you to think of me <3

[mythrae-writes]

You know that I have to ask what "rugan stuff" is about :D :D :D

hehehe

"Rugan Stuff" is basically a retelling of my tav Darcy's run-ins with him in Act One. She hates the Zhentarim (for a reason which is explained deeper in "Horn Growth"), but for some reason, she finds herself drawn to him.

Alexa, play "Criminal" by Britney Spears

[coreene]

Dinner for Three

Pairing: Gale x Astarion x Fem!Tav

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Sorcerer Tav, Gale and Astarion get trapped in the Underdark. Astarion is hungry for blood. And Gale is hungry for magical items... and they have non with them so Gale has an idea, to suck Tav's cum and see if it'll work.

In short, Astarion and Gale both feed on Tav while they fuck her.

Tav is not defined beyond being a sorcerer.

Word count: 3.7k

Tags: Mildly Dubious Consent, She's into it but the boys aren't really pausing to give her a chance to say no, Threesome - F/M/M, Blow Jobs, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Squirting, Wild Magic Sorcerer Tav, Blood Drinking, Vampire Bites, Cum Eating, Top Astarion, Dom Astarion, Bloodweave, Gale is sucking both Astarion and Tav, He is top until Astarion shows up, Sub Tav

I want to thank @tellmeallaboutit for her feedback and coming up with the title. @orangekittyenergy for helping me out with Gale - @redroomroaving and @dustdeepsea for coming up with the idea of making Tav a wild magic sorcerer and making Gale being able to smell arcana!

Read in Ao3! 👇

[littleplasticrat]

The Devil Inside [explicit]

Tav knows she's in trouble when Haarlep turns up to their meeting with a bottle of oil and a statuette of Raphael. Will she be able to get through the day without breaking any of her infernal patron's rules? What will her punishment be if she succumbs to temptation?

[Haarlep/Tav, Dammon/Tav, Raphael/Tav, Haarlep/Raphael/Tav]

Thank you to @dustdeepsea for the excellent beta-reading and for all the people in the Zhent discord who were clamouring for more. This love letter to the internal infernal is longer than my dissertation.

The tags are quite saucy so they are below the cut. Please leave a comment if you liked it :))

[tellmeallaboutit]

CRASH COURSE IN RUGANISM

It's my third day since infiltrating the Rugan collective, and this sub-fandom is something else. While Raphael's mice live in harmony with their various Raphaels, each Raphael sub-group in a different corner, the Rugan collective is a clandestine and united criminal operation. They have their communication channels, workshops and joint projects. It's literally the Zhent underground.

My favourite works so far (read them even if you have no idea who Rugan is. I didn't either. It doesn't matter. The collective has created a complex, funny, amazing character out of scraps and pieces and deleted lines and hivemind headcanons), all Rugan / F!Tav.

aqua vitae by @dustdeepsea Vibe: drunk, realistic, passionate, psychologic, smutty.

lucky fox by @littleplasticrat Rugan / Dammon/Tav threesome. Vibe: friendly, with a hint of debauchery, Rugan being lewd, Rugan / Damon bisexual vibes, perfect chemistry between all three.

worthwhile reward by @my-favourite-zhent Vibe: darker Rugan but still soft!dom Rugan, Tav is happy to submit.

new tricks by @my-favourite-zhent: the only ongoing longfic inn the list. Vibe: a sleazy criminal meets a less sleazy criminal. Chemistry ensues.

Please forgive the authors and fics I have not listed, I am still exploring. I will follow up with Part 2.

[my-favourite-zhent]

Yesterday we created a monster and today we saw fit to unleash it on the world.

@littleplasticrat @dustdeepsea @commander-krios @thisaccountisagainstmywill @fistfuloftarenths and myself created an unholy union of letters based off the most hated erotic terms in free text as posted by@kjscottwrites

Read and suffer at your own peril.

[leopardmuffinxo]

so i have (more) Rugan brainworms thanks to @littleplasticrat and @dustdeepsea's art posts, here (sfw version, Patreon has the goods) and here, so i'm currently tweaking something for when i finally record more footage of our favorite Zhentarim idiot. below the cut b/c he's nakey. not fully nude though, so no peen jump scare. sorry lol. maybe later.

[omgkalyppso]

Here's Étoile kissing a bunch of npc's, an oc, and other people's Tav's. From left to right, top to bottom, Étoile shares kisses with: Astarion, Halsin, Zevlor, He Who Was, Locke, Komira, Wyll, my oc Zavorys, @razrogue's Gan (because they've kissed before), @the-eldritch-it-gay's Majexatli (because of your reblog of the post about oc's kissing on the mouth), @lucius-the-sinful's Galethor (because we'd talked about it), and @toucansafari's Tav (because they've kissed before).

Made with This Picrew.

Who is left to tag with this. @boghermit, @bosspigeon, @cherrypikkins, @dustdeepsea , @bladesandstars

@umbralstars, @ghostwise and YOU. I'd love to see your blorbos smoochin.

[dustdeepsea]

Zhentarim Appreciation Masterlist

So I've been drawing and writing for these criminals for a while and I thought it might be nice to have everything in one place on my blog!

This masterlist will continue to be pinned and updated, so do check back to see if there is anything new.

Zarys

performance review (Zarys/Rugan, explicit) [AO3]

Salazon

you are the apple of my eye (SFW, shirtless)

Olly

[my tumblr tag]

somewhere I have never travelled (Olly/OFC, teen) [AO3]

Olly and Nora in Baldur's Gate + bonus snippet (Olly/OFC, SFW)

Olly pinup + bonus Olly/Nora snippet (SFW, shirtless)

letter to Nora (snippet, Olly/OFC, SFW)

Rugan

Trouble Will Find Me series [my tumblr tag] aqua vitae (Rugan/Tav, reader insert, explicit) [AO3] Nine Lives (Rugan/Tav, reader insert, explicit) [AO3] Gods and Monsters (Rugan/Tav, ongoing series, mature/planned explicit) [AO3]

The Zhentarim Learning Library (round robin contributor, crack treated seriously, explicit) [AO3]

Gods and Monsters (Rugan/Tav, SFW, shirtless)

underdark sketch practice (Rugan only, SFW)

tied up/as a treat (Rugan only, NSFW)

if you hate me so much (Rugan only, SFW, shirtless)

if I stay here, trouble will find/if I stay here, I'll never leave (Rugan/Tav, SFW)

sketchy practice (Rugan only, SFW)

69 follower thank you (Rugan only, SFW)

Paradise Circus (Rugan/Tav, NSFW)

your hair was long when we first met (Rugan/Tav, SFW)

manga cliches/art poll (Rugan only, SFW)

little serpent, long shadow (Rugan only, SFW)

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[fistfuloftarenths]

i lost the fight with @dustdeepsea about who was going to post this

it's their art! they should be posting it! it's so good! aaaarffhghsdhh look at her!

[theycallmeratt]

@thisaccountisagainstmywill dropped a new Rugan theory today—that he was a plant specifically to sabotage the Waukeen crew/Zhentarim in general—and we still haven't recovered

@dustdeepsea @my-favourite-zhent @captainsigge

( @luvwich @grossjay and @beesht were also involved but I ran out of people in the picture)

[coreene]

Hello Rugan lovers- I have something for you!

It's 2k words of pure smut where Rugan and Tav do it up against that cave right after Tav saves him from the gnolls.

Thank you @littleplasticrat for the beta! I fixed some stuff after her notes and any remaining mistakes are my own!

The name is purely @captainsigge and @dustdeepsea 's fault (ily)

I hope it is a worthy offering for Rugan fuckers 🥺👉👈

[commander-krios]

WIP Whenever

I was tagged by @razrogue, thank you darling! <3

No obligation tagging: @aroserinosman, @aevallare, @aceghosts, @lemonsrosesandlavender, @fistfuloftarenths, @voloslobotomyservice, @greyias, @starknstarwars, @dustdeepsea, @my-favourite-zhent and @underdark-dreams

I have been working on so many things that I haven't finished anything yet but here is some Juniper and Rolan, my beloveds.

“You are stunning.”

Juniper’s mouth curled, and he was prepared for her teasing before she even spoke. “The bells really do it for you, huh?”

She finished her question with a jingle of said bells.

A choked laugh left him. Moving closer, Rolan slipped his hands around her waist, bringing her flush against his chest. “The one attached to the bells is the reason behind my affection, if you must know.”

She laughed, breathless, her fingers brushing against the back of his neck before disappearing into his hair. “Be careful or we’ll be giving the guests a different type of show.”

“Let them see if they wish to look.” Rolan rested his forehead against hers, uncaring about the guests or her friends or even his siblings when she was watching him with that cheeky expression. “They should know how lucky I am.”

She flushed. He could see it against her collarbone and up her neck, across her cheeks. She was more than stunning. The glow of the magical lights made her nearly ethereal, a goddess of song and dance and happy things. “You’re charming when you want to be.”

“I’m always charming.” Rolan shifted away, enough to offer an arm, a smile on his face when she stared at him. “Care to take a walk?”

She gazed at him with suspicion, raising an eyebrow when he didn’t explain. “What more could I need than good music, excellent wine, and the people I love?”

She was teasing him. Of course she was. It wasn’t Juniper if she wasn’t poking fun at him. “Perhaps a moment alone with your favorite wizard?”

She studied him briefly, trying to discern the real reason from expression alone. He met her eyes with a lazy smirk, only for a laugh to escape her. Instead of taking his arm, she slipped her hand into his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “What makes you think Gale isn’t my favorite?”

“I won’t dignify that with a response.”

[littleplasticrat]

The Inkskin Pact [Rugan/Tav, explicit]

Rugan has a magic tattoo that grants him virility if he always ensures his partner is satisfied first. It doesn't have to happen in the same encounter. When Rugan pins Tav to a wall in the Zhent hideout and finishes her unceremoniously, she knows he's going to come back and find her again later, when she's least expecting it.

Thank you to @dustdeepsea and @fistfuloftarenths for the amazing tattoo ideas and then to everyone on the Discord for egging me on with writing this muck. Thanks also to @captainsigge for the incredible edits of Rugan wearing the alternative Bhaalist armour set, which has honestly ruined my life.

Read it below or on Ao3.

+++

Tav smiled as she admired the muscles working in Rugan’s torso. The movement made the huge winged snake tattoo across the broad of his back writhe almost hypnotically. He had a light dusting of freckles on the tops of his shoulders that would probably darken in the sun if he ever went outside without his leathers. She reached down and stroked her nails through his hair, and his blue eyes met-

She clenched down on the fingers inside her as he chose that moment to change what he was doing with his tongue. Her reaction excited him and he repeated the flurry of diagonal strokes against her clit until she was squirming and breathing his name. When she pressed a hand over her eyes and began to push her hips up in earnest, he pulled back and kissed the softest part of her thigh before she could finish.

Earlier on that evening, he’d told her over dinner that he wanted to learn exactly what would make her sing for him in the bedroom. Tav’s mouth had fallen open and her cunt had unfurled like a flower as he sat there watching her with that lop-sided way he had of smiling. It’s for the inkskin enchantment. She’d nodded; she knew the deal. It was a pact that had served her well.

After they’d first fallen into bed together, he’d explained each tattoo to her. The cascade of coins and shamrocks that signified good fortune in Luskan. The juncture of the snake coiling up his arm and the black hand on his chest representing the fealties of the Zhentarim. And finally: the bull's skull, all bleached bones and with wildflowers and vines wrapped around the horns. Emblazoned on his upper thigh, it had tingled beneath her fingers as she’d sucked him off slowly earlier that evening. The magic was subtle, but it was there. He’d got it from some back-street mystic who’d promised him eternal masculine power provided he always stoked the counterpart energy in his partner. Tav had looked at him, missing the meaning behind the cryptic prescription and his suggestive tone. You’ll always finish first with me, he’d promised.

He was kissing her leg up and down now, waiting for the pressure of her cunt to subside around his fingers as she calmed down. She knew his tongue would soon return to where it belonged, perfecting the motions that would bring her to ruin.

+

A few days later, and the shipment they’d been waiting for had finally rolled in. No more leisurely mornings where they clasped each other, sleep-warm and pliant; no more fucking across Rugan’s desk with the door cheekily ajar. They were both out of bed at the crack of dawn, and Rugan was knee-deep in paperwork, which he would hurriedly address in between organising the splitting of the shipment and rearranging caravan teams and routes. Tav was focused on packing the most delicate parts of the shipment so they’d survive the roughest legs of the upcoming journey. The caravan had been late to arrive, and it didn’t do to rush a smuggler’s route. The missing time had to be made up somewhere.

At some point, Tav and Rugan found themselves hurrying down the same corridor. Tav had a crate of liquor, while her lover was absent-mindedly clutching a fistful of manifests.

“Hi,” she said, warmth blooming in her chest at the sight of him. He glanced at her, gave an affectionate smile, then set his gaze back on the corridor ahead.

“I want to fuck you later,” he said, without looking at her.

“Ha ha, all right,” she said, scurrying to keep up with his long-legged strides.

Suddenly, a large, warm hand arrested her movement by grabbing the back of her belt. The papers and the liquor found their way onto the floor. He took her hips in both hands and gently pushed her against the wall. She ran her palms up his firm chest, the black leather kindling something inside her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Rugan dipped his head so his lips brushed the tip of her ear. “If I make you come now,” he murmured. “I reckon that’ll count towards my pact with the bull.” He bent further and licked her neck. “What do you think about that?”

“I’m not an expert,” Tav breathed, “But it sounds like a good plan to me.”

Stealing glances up and down the corridor, Rugan pulled her belt open one-handed and plunged his fingers beneath her waistband. He used his knee to spread her legs apart. To Tav, one of her favourite things about fucking him was the confidence with which he handled her. Her sigh of satisfaction turned into a moan as he pushed his thumb between her folds and onto the hood of her clitoris. Two long fingers curled lower and slid into her wet entrance with little resistance and her eyes fluttered shut. As she tilted her head back, already feeling hot and extremely bothered, Rugan kissed her on the cheek.

“Do you want me to talk to you, love?”

Tav nodded. “Yes, please.”

“You dirty girl,” he said, his voice low, rough and adoring. “My trousers get tighter every time I see you hurrying around with your tits bouncing inside your blouse. Just knowing what it looks like when you sit on my cock and drive yourself wild.” His thumb was replicating that same motion he’d perfected that day he’d spent an hour edging her with his clever tongue. The sensations tumbling over Tav quickly had her pushing her hips forwards as she chased her climax. Rugan’s left hand held her steady against the wall.

“I’m close already,” she said, unable to keep the whimper out of her voice.

“I know, I can see your toes curling in your boots,” he told her, smirking.

“Do you-”. Tav had to pause to moan. “Do you want to meet in your bunk later? So I can ride you?”

Rugan chuckled. “No, I had something else in mind.” At this, Tav raised her eyebrows, her climax receding somewhat as curiosity took her. “Next time I find you alone, wherever you are, I’m going to have you. Maybe you’ll be checking a crate and I’ll find you bent over, ready to be fucked. Or we’ll meet in another corridor and I can pin you against the wall like this, but I’ll be feeling your body around my cock instead of my fingers.”

Tav screwed her eyes shut, her thighs twitching. “You’re just going to use me like a fuck toy?”

Warm air tickled her ear as he leaned in to whisper to her. “How else will you know you’re mine?”

Every nerve in Tav’s body began to sing, and the pool of heat in her abdomen swirled and shivered as the orgasm swept through her. She wrapped both arms around Rugan’s neck and muffled her moans against his skin. He continued to rub her through and past her peak, gently, slowly. After a few moments of standing like that as Tav’s breathing recovered, he pulled back and gave her a kiss on the nose. Withdrawing his hand from her underwear, he winked at her, adjusted himself in his trousers, and bent to pick up his paperwork.

“See you later, love,” he said, then set off down the corridor in the direction they’d been going in before he’d waylaid her.

Tav paused briefly to watch him leave, the curve of his arse in his tight leathers never ceasing to please her. And then it was time to straighten herself up and get on with the job at hand.

+

Knowing what he’d promised to do, Tav felt electrified every time they saw each other around the hideout. Their eyes met across the crowded room during lunch; she was sitting with Olly and a few of the other youths, all of them concentrating on spooning stew into their faces as quickly as possible. She’d looked up from her bowl and saw that familiar, dream-blue gaze upon her. He gave her a slow half smile, his eyes glittering, then had gone back to the sheaf of papers arrayed before him.

Later, she was reaching for a high shelf in the store room when those firm, big hands settled on her waist, pulling her arse back against a rapidly hardening cock. She leaned into him and he ran one hand up to cup a breast, the other hand coming to her lips. The fingers that had been inside her earlier pressed onto her tongue and she licked at them, tasting the vestiges of her arousal.

“Are you still wet for me?” whispered a voice against her neck.

Suddenly remembering herself, Tav cleared her throat and pushed away from him. “Er, lads?”

Three heads popped out from behind a shelf on the other side of the room.

“What is it, Tav?” asked Olly.

“Rugan wants to know how you’re getting along with the inventory,” she said, giving her lover a sardonic smile.

“Great, thanks! That counting trick you showed us is pretty good!” he said cheerily.

“As you were then, lad,” said Rugan.

After the faces disappeared back behind the shelf, she risked a glance downwards. The bulge was unmistakable to her, but she thought it was fairly well camouflaged by the lacing. Their eyes met again, and then he leaned forwards to give her a quick kiss on the mouth.

“Thanks for cleaning my fingers,” he said, and then he was gone.

+

Tav's anticipation waxed and waned as the day progressed. Some parts of the work occupied her full attention, while other parts left her free to daydream about what would happen when she was finally alone with Rugan. The covered cart of bottles and exotic fabrics was fully packed and ready to be hitched to oxen the next day. Another cart of cheese truckles, which masked the real shipment of precious gemstones, waited for final checks from the boss. 

Tav stood and ran her eye over it one last time. Noticing one of the crates was sitting with its lid askew, she vaulted lightly into the cart and set it right, pushing a staple in with the hilt of her dagger. Dusting her hands off for a job well done, she tucked the weapon back into its scabbard and came back to sit on the edge of the cart, ready to alight. It was at that moment that she saw the door to the rest of the hideout was closed. She stared at it uncomprehendingly, then jerked with surprise when she realised that Rugan was leaning against the side of the cart.

“Sweet hells, when did you arrive?” she demanded, moving to jump down from her seat. Rugan stepped forwards quickly and put a hand on her thigh.

“You're alright exactly where you are,” he said. “I'm told this one's ready for me?”

“Are you talking about me or the cart?” Tav asked. Rugan took her other thigh in his free hand and pulled her legs open in a rapid motion that made her gasp. Stepping between her knees, he leaned in close; she realised that his was casting his eye over her shoulder and across the crates as he flattened a hand on her upper thigh. His hips pressed in close to hers, pushing his growing bulge against her centre in a wordless promise.

“Hmm, let me see… Yes. I can tell an expert has packed this,” he murmured. She could feel his hand working on something between them, but his shoulder was in the way. “This is all looking good to me.”

He drew back slightly and Tav realised he'd been loosening the laces on his trousers enough to pull his hard length free. She sighed at the sight of it; the veins running up the shaft, the rutilant tip and a glistening bead of pre-come catching the light.

“I'll check the shipment properly later,” he said, eyeballing her. “But there's something else I've got to do properly first.”

At this, Tav giggled. “Kind of wishing I’d worn a skirt,” she said.

Rugan smiled indulgently and pressed his lips to hers; she felt him running his hands down her left leg to her boot.

“S’ok,” he said against her mouth, pulling her boot and sock off in quick succession. “A quickie is one thing, but I like unwrapping you.” The other boot and sock disappeared over his shoulder.

Raising her hips so he could tug off her trousers and smallclothes, Tav let out a breathless laugh, then reached for the hem of her thin shirt.

“Leave it on,” Rugan said slyly. “Watching your tits bounce is half the fun. And seeing that pleading look you give me when I go slowly.” He paused and looked at her face. “Yes, almost like that.”

“You leave your clothes on too, then,” Tav told him. “If you can move properly in those tight leathers.”

“Let’s find out,” he said with a smirk, then gently pushed her down onto her back. Lifting one of her legs so her ankle was resting against the side of his neck, he lined his cock up with her entrance.

“You are still wet for me. Good girl.” With that, he pushed the tip in. Closing her eyes, and succumbing to the wave of warmth, Tav squeezed a fistful of her blouse and arched her back. Teasing her with the shallowest of thrusts, Rugan chuckled at her wriggling.

She reached out and scrabbled at the black leather at his hip. “Give me more,” she whined.

“More what?”

“More of your–ah! Ru- Rugan!”

He’d interrupted her by hilting himself inside her. The sensation seemed to overwhelm him as much as her, and he leaned forwards as she opened her eyes, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, Tav. You feel incredible,” he said, regarding her with a heavy-lidded gaze. “In every single way.”

She touched his cheek. When he leaned down to kiss her, Rugan’s thigh tattoo tingled lightly against the back of her leg. She thought she felt a shiver emanate from the bull skull, and was startled when the thick cock inside her gave a corresponding twitch.

“I’m going to lose my mind if you don’t start moving,” she told him, pulling him back from the kiss by his hair.

“Yes, m’lady.”

He pulled back upright and began to fuck her with ardent heat, using her leg as leverage to grind in deep with every thrust. Tav’s hand sought and tweaked her nipple, which made Rugan groan. Loud sounds of pleasure filled the room; the cart began to creak beneath them, matching his punishing rhythm.

The pressure building inside her was on the brink of spilling into an orgasm. When she covered her eyes with her arm in anticipation, her lover slowed, cock pulsing inside her.

“Look at me, Tav.”

Blushing, her face clouded with pleasure, Tav knew she was sweaty from the work, and filled with fervour from being teased all day. Whatever feelings would cross her face were going to be powerful.

“Don’t make me,” she said in a small voice.

“I love looking into your eyes when you come for me,” he told her, his voice gentle. “Please.”

She haltingly lowered her arm and met his gaze.

“Beautiful,” Rugan told her, pushing his hips forward, cock rubbing against that secret little spot inside her. “You’re beautiful. Stay with me.” His thumb found her clit and he began stroking.

She was so close and so desperate to hide from him as she hit that peak. But whenever her eyes fluttered shut, he placidly ordered her to look at him. Her cunt began to flutter and then she was coming, pinned by his blue eyes as he swelled inside her, spilling his hot seed and groaning her name. The synchrony of their climaxes seemed to turn the time around them molten, and they quivered and moaned around each other, locked together for a timeless moment.

Rugan eventually released her leg, pulling his softening cock out of her. Their juices dripped down her body and onto the floor as she stood. He tucked himself back into his trousers and began to laboriously re-lace the front as she got dressed. An amicable, satiated silence had enveloped them.

“Come on, lass, let’s go and get some dinner,” he said, running his fingers down her arm. After he unlocked the door, they left the room, her hand folded into his.