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vrystalius · 1 month ago

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Can I request headcanons for Gortash, Raphael, Haarlep, Rolan, and Zevlor reacting to his gn s/o who always do your best to take care of him like making sure he rests properly please?

Taking care of them.

What would they act like when you tale care of them?

Pairing: Gortash, Raphael (+Haarlep), Rolan, Zevlor x gn!reader

Words: tralala

Genre: Fluff

Note: Check out my personalised letters event over here <3 Also I kept Haarlep’s a little short and kinda made it into a bonus.

Gortash // Chosen of Bane.

He has to keep up appearances to the public and to become the proper hero of the gate that saved the all the people within the walls from Ketheric’s army, but behind all the closed doors and especially in the evenings, you can tell that Gortash is anything but doing resting properly.

There is always something that needs his attention, something pulling him away from good night’s sleep or a decent meal that consists of actual nutritions and things like vitamins. Gortash is known to skip out on those. So, you took on the responsibility to make sure the chosen of Bane doesn’t pass away prematurely.

While he is busy going through papers and caving up in his office to hide away from the public, you continuously checked on your lover and placed a bowl of food down in front of his nose. The meals consisted of meats, vegetables, sometimes a cup of black coffee, sometimes a glass of well-aged wine from the cellar to go along with the meat.

Gortash sometimes complains about how you didn’t bring him any dessert, but then again, you are right there with him. There is no better dessert than your sweetness.

Getting him into bed and to shut his eyes and rest is surprisingly easy. He barely protests and sometimes doesn’t even change out of his clothes before positioning himself into your arms, letting your hands gently caress him to sleep. Your fingers slowly brush through his messy hair while his face was squished up against your chest, his warm breath slowly getting slower and slower until you heard Gortash’s snores interrupt the silent room.

He sleeps very lightly. Everything and anything can pull him out of his slumber, but you try to make an effort to keep his sleep as peaceful as possible.

The door to your private bedroom will be sealed with a ward to keep everyone out. Gortash’s head will be nestled against your neck or buried into your cleavage, your arms draped around his body to keep his body against yours. The sounds of you sleeping are like pleasant white noise to him which helps him sleep through the night. You are the more pleasant form of a cup of lavender tea or a hot cup of milk with honey.

But you being the perfect way for him to fall asleep is actually not a very good thing, especially when you are separated from him. Gortash wouldn’t be able sleep even if someone hit his head with a pan over and over without you by his side or within his radius. It’s actually embarrassing how restless he becomes without you.

Raphael // The handsome devil (cambion).

He finds it amusing how much you fuss over him sometimes. Raphael is a devil with a whole house dedicated to him— don’t you think he has some poor soul to serve to him?

He especially adores it when you try and drag him to bed for some rest. As a devil, or cambion, Raphael doesn’t need to sleep or even eat, but he spend some of his very precious time in bed in order to keep you happy. But perhaps it is not just to entertain you and your wishes, maybe Raphael has his own selfish reason to let you curl up in his arms, his leathery wings wrapping around you like a cocoon, his tail wrapping around your waist to pull you impossibly closer.

Your devil never believed you when you told him that he purrs when he naps, but you know what you heard and felt. Your whole body vibrates slightly when he does, when his face is buried in your neck and his chest pressed against yours. It does resemble that of a cat but it sounded much more threatening in a way. Stroking the back of his head or his neck amplifies the purrs Raphael keeps denying. You need to sometime use Haarlep as a witness or something.

Raphael doesn’t really get physical and goes to fight some souls that broke his contract himself, but in the rare cases he does, he never gets injured. But you still insist on him taking a long bath in his boudoir to heal if needed, but he quite a good haggler, so you always end up soaking in the healings waters alongside him, being catered by some of the servants working there.

Pampering Raphael is a hard thing to do, it’s just that he is already being spoiled plenty. He has a whole house in Avernus for himself, his own incubus, hundreds, perhaps already thousands of contracted souls and now you, his little mouse.

The only way you can further spoil him is by distracting him from important work and redirect his focus onto you and how you so easily slid onto his lap without any protest from the devil, his hands immediately finding your waist and thighs to pull you closer against him, his quill now tossed to the side and staining the wood below with ink. His smirking lips would find yours while your arms drape over his shoulders— You’ve successfully distracted from his exhausting work and it’s not worth to continue writing, Raphael thinks.

+bonus: Haarlep // The incubus.

Haarlep enjoys to laze around and having you to pamper him even more, reminding him to take naps and having a snack by the lavish dinner table is quite literally perfect. Sometimes, if he especially gets pouty or whiny, you’ll bring him a plate directly to bed to eat.

Although whenever you outright ask him if he has been sleeping, eating and taking care of himself properly, he’ll smirk and tease you for caring so much about him before pretending he hasn’t, just so you can fuss and dote on him. Haarlep eats all of your attention right up!

But he does feel incredibly flattered whenever you pay attention to him in any way that isn’t meant to be sexual or lead to sex. He of course enjoys the pleasure of mortal and immortal flesh, but sometimes it gets boring and exhausting. It’s nice to cuddle for a bit instead of going at it like bunnies.

He savours every minute he can have you by himself and away from the master of the house. Just like Raphael, he purrs very loudly. The vibrations gently passing through your whole body. His tail is always wagging slightly and you can watch the speed picking up every tome you scratch his scalp or chin.

Let’s just say that Haarlep really, really loves being taken care of. It’s nice to be the pillow princes sometimes.

Rolan // The wizard’s apprentice.

(Small spoilers for his apprenticeship in Lorroakan’s tower)

He both hated and really loves the way you at least try to take care of him. Rolan is a stubborn Tiefling so convincing him to do something so little as put the book and take a nap could turn into a battle where you are on the floor, hugging and gripping onto his leg so he cannot move, only letting go once he pinky promises to come to bed soon.

If not for you, the wizard probably would’ve either died from dehydration or collapse from lack of food and sleep. How he managed to survive before being with you is a miracle.

Whenever you know he’s off to go study in the library, reading a new book of spells or practicing cantrips, you have to physically shove a plate of food and a glas of water into his hands to remind him to eat. Then, he sometimes places it down on a desk and makes a mental note to eat it in a moment, right after he puts the book away. Rolan ends up getting distracted by a journal tucked away in the elaborate shelves that now needs his attention and his meal goes uneaten, cold and forgotten.

But you have been noticing how Rolan has been slowly becoming more and more gloomy, how bruises have been forming on his face and arms. He excused it as him getting injured during spellcasting or being stupid and hitting himself on furniture, but you definitely knew better. You could tell that he was ashamed of whatever or whoever has been hurting him.

It was probably that insane wizard Loarrakan punishing your lover like this, although his couldn’t be considered a punishment anymore. It was abuse.

Rolan refuses to let you talk or even meet the wizard and there’s nothing much you can do. You’ll quietly disinfect the new bruise on his cheekbone and tend to his wounds while he sits there, his head lowered in shame. He needs affection from you now more than ever to let him know that you love him.

The wizard, again, does not very willingly lets himself being taken care of and is a firm believer that he is supposed to be providing for you, not the other way around. But sometimes Rolan melts in your palms like butter, basically crawling into your arms and nudging you with his head to ask for some cuddles and to be held without needing to speak.

He’ll casually cast some visual spells around to entertain you while your hands get busy with his hair and your legs tangle with his. A small smile would slowly spread more and more over his face with every second passing where his eyes watching yours sparkle at the illusion of a starry night he casted onto your bedroom ceiling.

(Act 1)

Zevlor // Leader of the Tieflings // Exiled Hellrider

Zevlor deserves the world and you know it, but he doesn’t. At least not yet.

You always gently remind him to take a breather, eat a little something, take a walk to calm his mind or finally retire for the night and go to bed. He appreciates your little reminders and how manage to always make sure he was doing okay, despite all of the stress and troubles plaguing his mind.

Despite your caring nature and your fussing over him, Zevlor actually feels more like a burden to you now. You always make sure he eats a decent meal, even if that’s after every other refugee had a meal for themselves, assure him that he is doing great as their leader despite all the hardships and manage to brighten his mood with your mere presence. He loves you dearly and is thankful for all you do, but seriously, you don’t have to. He’ll be fine by himself.

You shouldn’t be doing this for him, it’s suppose to be the opposite. Or at least Zevlor should be doing more for you and taking care of you, not him.

So, he’ll begin to mirror your actions; whenever you try to bring him some food from the camp, Zevlor has a plate saved for you as well ans now you can have lunch together. You shoo him out of his makeshift meeting chamber and force him to take a little walk outside the grove, he’d extend his arm and have you walk alongside him. You think about heading out and go hunt for some boars, his blade is at the ready for you to use. You try to coerce him to take a nap or sleep for the night, you’ll be having to spoon him from behind to cuddle him.

You can never just take care of him, Zevlor always has to take care of you in return or at first. Only that way he doesn’t feel guilty for you spending your energy and time on solely taking care of him, something he is supposed to be doing on his own but fails so often. He feels a little embarrassed about that, and you can always see how his face blushes and lights up in surprise whenever you re-appear to check in on him.

Oh, what has he done to deserve someone as heavenly as you?

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Author’s note. Thank you for reading <3

Zevlors part fell a little short, sorry for that— I hope you enjoyed this as much as I loved writing it 🫶 Tysm for the request!!

Check out the event I’m hosting on my blog <3 I’ll choose 4 participating users randomly to receive a personalised letter from their favourite character <3

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Take care of yourselves <3 Remember that you are loved!

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trappedinafantasy37 · 17 days ago

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Cults & Crisis: The Exiled Drow

As I go through these cult dissections, one of the hardest things to realize is that just because someone left a cult does not mean they cannot find themselves in another cult. It also does not mean they won't walk back to the cult they left. One of the people that I am following to learn more about cults says, "You cannot reason someone out of what they did not reason themselves into." Cults do not operate on logic, they avoid it like a plague. Cults latch onto emotion and they twist it to placate their members, to make them dependent on the cult and The Idol. For some, they were born into cults and molded by it, and the cult is all they know. This applies to Minthara, Lae'zel, Orin, and I will consider Shadowheart as well since she was dragged into one as a child and her life before the cult was wiped from her memory.

Cults take advantage of those in crisis, and sometimes generate crisis to keep their members dependent on the cult. Cults provide community, a sense of belonging, a home, a family, answers, and a higher/divine purpose. Cults figure out whatever the person is missing and they fill the void, they find whatever is wrong and promise to solve it. They present themselves as a panacea, the cure to someone's every ailment. Once you're in, cults fracture your emotional regulation to keep you in. They put you through constant ups and downs. They create a problem, freak you the hell out, and then give you a solution. Whenever there is pain, the cult is there to alleviate it. They quite literally reshape your brain and manipulate how you see the world, where the only thing that is the truth is the cult, and The Idol.

Viconia was a Sharran in the previous games after having left the Underdark and Lolth. On the surface, it seems strange. Why would someone who rejected and defied Lolth go to Shar? She should know better! Well, no, she doesn't, thank Lolth for that. For some back story, Viconia was once given an order to sacrifice a child (not her child, but someone's in House DeVir). She refused the order. This caused quite the kerfuffle which resulted in Viconia needing to flee the Underdark.

All of this put Viconia into crisis. She lost her entire family, lost her house, lost her home, lost her god, lost her purpose, lost everything she has ever known (sound familiar?). It isn't as if the surface has been kind to her either. She has been harassed, prosecuted, hunted, and assaulted. The surface isn't kind to drow. She understandably would have been filled with fear, grief, despair. Those are all Shar's brand. Viconia being a former Lolthite already has a poor relationship with her own emotions. She was prime for manipulation from Shar, and Shar sure did have a field day with Viconia. That's how Shar gets people. She comes to them while they are in crisis, promising that "all this pain, all this loss, I can fix it all for you. Don't you want the pain to go away?" And for some, Shar does steal their memories and so they do not recall their crisis. But for the rest, Shar gives purpose to their pain. In Viconia's case, Shar twisted Viconia's pain so she would do Shar's bidding. Shar did the same thing to Ketheric.

I know I'm a broken record on this, but Lolth and Shar are similar gods and fond of the same things: darkness, death, treachery. So as a cleric of Shar, Viconia easily falls into old habits as Shar filled the void left behind by Lolth. Shar gave her a purpose, a place to belong, a home, family. Unfortunately, Shar also tasked her with destroying her enclave in Waterdeep, claiming they were all full of traitors. A rough, but easy task for Viconia to accomplish. In an old life, she would have been expected to slaughter her own family on a moment's notice. The drow like to play it off, like murdering your family is just a normal day. She even says that she had doubts about their treason because they had always shown loyalty to her. She put her faith in Shar, and believed that what she had to say was the truth. But there is no way it didn't fling Viconia back into another crisis and looking for answers. But it's okay, all she has to do is go to Baldur's Gate and do it again. She'll get her home back, her family back, her purpose back.

One day, Viconia is tasked with retrieving a young Selunite who is going through her own rite of passage. The father of the young child found out that Viconia and her Sharrans were in the woods, ready to snatch his daughter. So he goes full lycanthrope to protect her. But the girl doesn't know her father is a lycanthrope and thinks it to be a wolf chasing after her. She is scared and running for her life, thinking she is going to be mauled to death. The young Selunite trips to the ground, blood tricking from the new wound on her face. The wolf approaches, trying to warn his daughter, but all she sees are sharp teeth primed at her throat. And who swoops in at just the last second? Viconia and her Sharrans, saving the frightened little girl from the big bad wolf. Telling her she and Shar will keep her safe, that the dark is nothing to be afraid of, and that others (Selune) were leading her astray and into danger. Only she and Shar can protect her, and they will show her the way.

Viconia invented a crisis to trick a young Shadowheart into going with her and joining Shar. And no matter how many times her memory was wiped, this is the one memory that remained. This crisis is the foundation of Shadowheart's Sharran worship. Her first memory is one of Viconia and Shar coming to her when she needed help, solved her crisis, gave her a place to belong. They gave her a family where she forgotten she had one. The cult, Shar, Mother Superior, they became her family and all she had ever known. Viconia made it so that Shadowheart felt that she owed her life to Shar.

Unlike Viconia, Minthara did not choose to reject Lolth, but she was exiled all the same. She lost her entire family, lost her house, lost her home, lost her god, lost her purpose, lost everything she has ever known. Twice. Once with Lolth, and then again with the Absolute. The Absolute was ripping her brain apart, targeting her emotional core. She thought she was going to die. She was in a crisis. She prayed and begged for someone to come save her because she knew she couldn't save herself. And who swooped in and saved her? You did. You came in while she was in crisis and you promised her, "I will save you from all that troubles you, and I can keep you safe from the biggest threat of your life." I used to say in previous posts that Minthara sees you as a "god figure" to replace Lolth. Now, I am sure that is exactly what is happening in her head. You and the vagabonds become her family, her home, her purpose. You are The Idol. And if you're Durge, your existence as a demigod reaffirms her faith in you as a god-figure. Babygurl still thinks she's in a cult, but it's centered around you.

Yes, Minthara is actively in the process of deconstructing things, but still engages in cult like behavior with you. She has an undying loyalty and devotion to you, literally willing to die for you, and her oath keeps her to it. Her oath is literally a divine vow to you. She does not believe you would ever hurt her because she has faith in you, and you as The Idol promised that you never would. That, and she has no reason to believe that you ever would hurt her, she has no reason to believe you would ever lie to her, use her, or manipulate her. She is very selective of genuine criticism of you to where it mutates into cognitive dissonance if you do something she doesn't agree with. She has to find reason in the things you do that she doesn't understand because The Idol cannot be wrong, so she twists her own logic so that you are right. She is pretty quick to insult the others, but she would never dare to insult you because when you're in a cult, you. do not. speak ill. of the leader. The moments where she is actually afraid of you, she either internalizes her fear, or expresses sexual arousal as if that will keep her safe from you.

This cult thinking could lead her to repeating certain habits that you would think she would have learned a thing or two about. But her previous cults literally and actually prevented her from learning these things. Ugh, why is she pushing Shadowheart towards Shar, is she stupid? She's in a cult. Ugh, why is she pushing Durge towards Bhaal, is she stupid? She's in a cult. Ugh, after everything she has been through with Lolth and the Absolute, she's such a hypocrite to want you to claim the Absolute. Yeah, SHE'S IN A CULT!

You cannot reason her out of what she did not reason herself into. She will say to your face you cannot change her mind, and no amount of evidence will change her mind. Her desire for power is not driven by reason or logic, it is driven by emotion, it is driven by fear. She says it plainly, she wants to be free from the gods, she wants to be their equal, she does not want to need Idol's. She wants autonomy, she wants safety, she wants security. She is being driven by her lack of autonomy, safety, and security. It takes the emotional turmoil of killing Orin to see the first real and true cracks in her programming. Where she finally sees things for what they are and finally uses reasoning. The gods like Bhaal, Lolth, the Absolute were the reasons why she didn't have autonomy, safety, or security.

With you by her side, Minthara can safely continue to deconstruct her own cult mindset and get out of it. You are no longer The Idol, just her lover. She lives for herself because you didn't punish her like every other cult she has been in. These cults taught her to fear the world, to fear someone like you. But it was your kindness, compassion, and mercy that made her realize that all of these cults told her nothing but lies. But without you, she goes right back into crisis mode. She doesn't feel a bond or connection with the rest of the team. You do not want her around. She has no community or family, and with the destruction of the Absolute, she has no purpose. The sun burns her eyes and burns her skin and the surface doesn't want her, it can never truly be her home. So she goes back to the Underdark to fulfill the only purpose she has ever known, to look for a solution to her pain, to the one thing that can fill the void, Lolth.

< Cults & Autonomy: Lae'zel and the Gith |

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #minthara #minthara baenre #evil murder kitten #viconia #viconia devir #i always had the headcanon that in her default underdark ending - there was a possibility of relapse #but now i am positive she will relapse and go right back to lolth if offered a pathway #she is already afraid she is going to die and feels she is going insane #it really would not be too hard for lolth to manipulate her and honestly - lolth would be stupid not to #minthara's brain was warped by lolth and left deliberately underdeveloped so lolth could take advantage #she hates parties but answers withers invitation #i think she's looking for a way out - a reason to stay - see if there really is community with the vagabonds #and the vagabonds do love her and adore her #but she literally cannot see that because every cult she has ever been in told her “harbor no love for those who are not The Idol”#that “only The Idol loves you and everyone else is deceiving you”#if we ever see minthara again in some future installment - i would not at all be surprised if she was lolth-sworn once more

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the-astral-sea · 7 months ago

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Morning Wood (Gale x fem!Tav) (smut)

18+ I decided to write something vulgar and smutty and I’ve never written anything like this before so I hope it’s good. It’s a bit filthy and not a long read, but I enjoyed testing my writing abilities with something new :)

Set after the defeat of Ketheric, it’s Gales turn to collect the fire wood before hitting the road. Tav wakes him up, and things progress from there. Like, really progress.

The air was thick with anticipation. After destroying Ketheric and claiming his stone, the Shadow Cursed Lands could finally begin to heal. The birds could finally return, flowers and trees could finally grow, life could flourish once again and the shell of Moonrise could finally be restored to it’s former glory, standing as a beacon of hope and serving as a place of healing and worship to Selune.

The battle last night was long, strenuous and surprising, but well fought and well won nonetheless. Tav was covered in cuts and bruises, as was everyone else in the party - but it didn’t matter. Ketheric’s defeat and the promise of a better future was worth every drop of blood, every aching muscle and every tear shed.

As morning came around, the camp slowly came to life. Each individual a mixture of happy, exhausted and anxious about the road ahead to Baldurs Gate. “I can’t wait to see this place once Thaniel has healed the land” Karlach sighed longingly, looking over to Tav who had just stumbled out of her tent with a smile. “It’s going to be beautiful. I can’t wait until we no longer need to light fires in the morning, it’s so strange how the darkness tricks us into thinking it’s constantly night time here” she replied, “speaking of which, it’s Gale’s turn to collect the morning wood. Is he up yet?” her voice was groggy and she rubbed her eyes, trying hard to wake herself up and plan for the day ahead. “Not yet Solider, it might be worth giving him a nudge. There’s no time for a lie-in unfortunately”. Tav obliged and yawned as she plodded over to Gales tent, still in her nightgown, her hair wild and makeup smeared after failing to remove it the night before. Her hands carefully untied one of the bonds keeping his tent closed as she made her way inside, revealing a peacefully sleeping wizard with one hand on his chest, the other still grasping at a half opened book. She smiled down at the sight. He looked so at peace it was almost a shame to disturb him, but things needed to be done no matter how cute he looked tangled in his sheets. So focused on his face and the way he smiled as he slept, Tav didn’t even notice the distinct bulge lower down in his blanket. Had she payed attention, she may have worded her next sentence a bit more mindfully.

“Gale? Wake up, you need to sort out morning wood” her voice was soft and calm, so she didn’t understand why he awoke with such a shocked expression and immediately turned bright red. The usually chatty Gale stared up at her with wide eyes and no words, shuffling slightly in his bedroll. “What? It’s your turn, get up” she chuckled, ruffling his hair and sitting cross legged next to him, still completely oblivious to the hard situation between his legs. “Oh! Right, yes. I will do that shortly, I just need a moment” he finally stuttered, adjusting himself in a poor attempt to conceal the awkward truth. Tav, however, still had no idea why he was acting so strangely and rolled her eyes before continuing, “There’s no time for a lie-in, you should really get up now sir” she jested, noticing him turn red again at the nickname ‘sir’.

“Tav… I’m already up, if you know what I mean. I could really use a few minutes” Gale sighed with a defeated tone, not knowing how else to approach the situation to the clearly confused woman sat next to him. It was only then that she let her eyes wander to the rest of his body and finally understood why he seemed so flustered. The large lump in his sheets was a dead giveaway to his behaviour; it was now Tav’s turn to have her cheeks shift to a rosey hue. “Oh my, I’m sorry. I’m still half asleep myself, I didn’t even think” she chuckled awkwardly, still glancing down at the twitching shape lurking beneath the covers. She should’ve looked away but her eyes refused to move, they were transfixed, curious and eager. Her mind had often wondered what Gale looked like in all his glory, she’d desired him for quite some time now and their close, flirty bond had been building up to a more intimate understanding of one another for weeks. “You definitely have nothing to feel awkward about, I’ll tell you that much” she blushed, ripping her gaze away from his cock to meet his eyes. His eyes that were now darkened with desire and glimmer of danger. He chuckled in response then repeated himself again, not wanting to assume anything or cross any boundaries, “why thank you, I just need a few minutes to calm down and I’ll be right out” there was a hint of hope in his tone that Tav couldn’t quite ignore. Looking at him in this state was causing quite the stir, and it was clear that his embarrassment had shifted to lustful confidence at her reaction. “You know, I could help you out with that” she could hardly believe herself, the words slipped out of her mouth without a thought, it was as if she’d completely forgotten how to filter herself. Who could blame her? There was an undeniable charm to Gale, not to mention an undeniable attraction between the two. The way he tried to hide his desires only made him more alluring, and Tav wanted nothing more than to unleash him. At her words, he smiled coyly and motioned for Tav to come closer, holding eye contact as she floated towards him like a ghost. He rested his hand on the back of her head, brushing over her tousled hair before holding her cheek as he moved in for a kiss. It was slow and passionate, filled with weeks worth of longing. Tav’s hand moved down his body under the sheets and her mind was set alight with the feeling of his warm, soft skin under her fingers. His body was toned and hairier than she’d imagined, and it drove her wild realising that her fantasies were about to come true as she continued to work her way down him.

“Are you sure? We can talk about this more before we dive into anything if you’d li-“ his words were cut short by Tav leaning in for another kiss, her movements intentional, tailored for his pleasure.

Gale let out a soft grunt as her fingers wrapped around his rock hard shaft, it’d been well over a year since he’d felt the touch of a woman and he could barely keep himself together as her hand began to slowly pump up and down. “Fuck” he moaned, pulling the sheets aside to reveal his entire body, smiling up at Tav who let out a delighted gasp at the sight. “I want you, Tav. I want to see you, touch you, feel you. I have done for weeks” he stifled between breaths, toying with the tied straps of her nightgown to expose her nude form. His cock tensed at the sight of her, the way her body curved in all the right places and the revelation that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. She moved her hand away from his body slowly, but instead of climbing on top of it, she put his cock into her mouth and circled the tip with her tongue, lapping up the precum like nectar. Through soft moans, he pleaded for her to fuck him; it was music to her ears. But she wasn’t done yet. She wanted to watch him struggle to hold himself together for a while longer. After all, she was nothing if not a perfectionist and the way her mouth moved around him had him struggling for air, eyes rolling back, hands grasping at the sheets next to him. Just when she thought he was reaching his limit, she licked up his length and stopped.

“What’s that? You want to lose yourself inside of me?” She enquired innocently, looking up at him doe eyed. “Yes. Please, fucking hells, yes” he grunted, grabbing her by the throat and pulling her in for a desperate, sloppy kiss as she lowered herself onto his member, straddling him with ease, resulting in sounds of pure ecstasy as she slowly worked her hips to take more and more of him in. The feeling was unparalleled, the way he twitched and thrusted into her was nothing short of flawless. Their bodies moved together in perfect synchronicity, creating a harmony of moans and muttered “fuck”s. They didn’t even think about where they were or who could hear them at this point, this had been building up for so long now and they could no longer deny themselves the pleasures the flesh and soul combining. The way they fucked was an art - no painter or sculptor could ever compete.

Gale, who was usually so composed, had transformed into a wild animal on the hunt. His body was glistening with sweat and his big brown eyes had shifted from their usual warm gaze to something much darker and sinful. He flipped Tav onto her back effortlessly and pinned her legs over her head as he thrusted deep inside of her, causing her to whine in pained bliss. She was wet, hot and shaking at this point, moaning freely without a care in the world as she took every inch with a smile on her face. Gale couldn’t remember the last time he’d experienced anything like this; perhaps he never had. He had never fucked anyone so recklessly or felt anything near as intensely. He had slept with a goddess before, but Tav made him feel like a God.

Tav never expected him to be like this in bed, so primal and hungry. Miles away from the perfect gentleman she’d pinned him as. For a moment, she was worried he would rip her in half with the sheer size of his cock, it was thick and much larger than she’d dreamt, and hurt like hell but was balanced with bliss. Suddenly the enchanted briefs made a lot of sense. He thrusted into her with skill and rhythm, whilst his hand circled softly over her clit as the other pinned her into position. It was transcendent. She let out a final moan before the pleasure pushed her over the edge, her walls clenching around him tightly. She looked like an angel, eyes flittering back, body jerking, sweat shining on her breasts. Feeling and seeing her finish on his cock was enough to make Gale release, pulsating a heavy warm load inside of her, feeling lightheaded in response to his overwhelming orgasm. Immediately, he leaned in for a kiss and pulled her into a cuddle, heart pounding and head racing at the realisation that they’d finally slept together after so much yearning.

A few moments passed in silence, both of them too stunned to speak until Gale finally broke “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that”. Tav giggled in response before finding her words, “trust me, I understand”. They laid together for a while longer before getting dressed and deciding to face the rest of the camp, hoping to god that nobody overheard their activities.

However, they weren’t exactly careful or quiet, and Karlach refused to make eye contact when the pair left the tent. Shadowheart was the colour of red wine, “I, uh, sent Astarion to get the wood instead.”

“Thanks…” Gale stuttered.

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