#tiefling x human

[demigoddessqueens]

Um, tav with Rolan sharing a secret kiss in the stacks. She is human and when she pushes her tounge in his mouth to deepen the kiss, her tounge gets cut on his sharp teeth. the taste of blood fills both their mouths Rolan starts to apologize but she silences him with another kiss. She loves their differences.

I LOVE that there’s more love for Rolan

He’s not one to refuse a kiss from you, especially one so heated as this one

Hot, passionate, wanting and making him feel so desired

You feel his claws scrape against your arms and shoulders, and it FEELS so good

When the kiss gets too intense to where you yelp as you pull back. The faint taste of iron mixes in your mouth and you feel where one of his canines pricked you

Profusely apologizing, Rolan finds him

“I-I’m so, so sor—I didn’t—!”

Then he sees you approach him again with a neutral expression

“I know it was an accident, you could never hurt me…”

A deep sigh before he just lets himself meld into your embrace as you linger there together

“I know it was an accident…, but still…”

It’s not lost on Rolan how different you two look, and even though you’ve never brought it up, he knows the stares you two get when you’re out in public together

Before he’s lost too much in his own head, your lips are on his cheeks first. Your hands tangling in his hair and brushing up against his horns.

Then your lips are back on his as his tail wraps around one of your legs.

You knew the differences but it never steered you away from you. Only brought you closer.

[sorcerous-caress]

AAHHH thank you thank you for answering my tiefling ask! Ardour is a pleasure! Could you write some more on him? Maybe about his fantasys?

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I'm happy you liked him, I'd love to talk more about him.

Worship kink / switch

He doesn't want to admit how much he admires humans in secret. All your beautiful inventions, the soul moving art and breathtaking architecture.

The temples you build for your gods that made all other races' temples obsolete in comparison. Humans are in high demand when it comes to the heavens. They make the most devoted paladins, the most overzealous clerics. The bread and butter of the whole holy ordeal, genuinely believing in the cause and ready to throw their life away for it.

Humans devotion is no joke, it outweights stars in its mass at times.

Ardour wants it all.

Dreams of it, fantasies about it. How docile and obedient you'd look kneeling before his throne, wearing the best armour with the most beautiful carvings. While at night you'd be clad in sinful outfits, silk barely hiding your intimate parts as you await him at his chambers.

Sadly, this isn't the medieval ages, and he can barely afford rent, let alone real silk.

No, he has his stupid lectures where stupid human professers passively explain lessons while he pays zero attention, getting distracted whenever they bend over or unbutton the top of their blouse.

It's so stupid. He has demon blood in him! He shouldn't be getting scolded for missing another assignment. They should be kneeling at his feet!

Yet humans hold all the authority positions in all cities. Human leaders, political figures, and army commanders. They have expanded so much that there is no corner on this earth where you could run to without bumping into a human thinking they can order you around.

What he hates the most, is that he's into it. As much as he dreams about being the one wearing the crown, the aching between his legs whenever he imagines you keeping him on a leash tells another story.

Fuck your kind is so cool. How did you come up with all of those ideas? How are you this creative? So brave and adventurous...so...preveted and ready to fuck anything with self awareness. Letting orcs breed you, allowing dragons to use your like fleshlights, seducing assimars and demons alike.

Why does he feel the need to please you whenever you're around? Why does he feel lesser and below you? Why does he enjoy it so much?

The way he scurries to fetch you a drink whenever you even hint at being thirsty, the way he priorities you over his studies and immediately asnwers your calls/texts.

He wants to be the dangerous tiefling making the naive human desperate for his attention, how the fuck did he end up being the one wrapped around your finger?

He failed a couple of exams when you booty dialled him at 3AM. because you were horny and even the thought of refusing felt like sin scorching his throat.

It annoys him.

All thoughts leave his brain the second you open the door, wearing nothing but a shirt, which makes the overpriced Uber ride here actually worth it.

It's like a switch flips in his brain and he immediately wants to serve you. Let him taste you, please please let him eat you out. He'll beg and cry if you want, he needs his sharp teeth biting up your thighs right now or he will lose his mind.

Ardour's mouth is the first to betray him in every scenario. Every lewd thought and preveted desire is spoken out loud between mouthfulls of cum he swallows down. Exposing how much he kept leaking in his pants during the ride here just by thinking about you, fisting his cock while describing how he saves every selfie you send him for jerk off material.

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Degrading your kind, saying all humans are nothing but dumb sluts who need to learn their place whilst he's on his knees, grinding against your leg.

You pull him by the horns to shut him up by pushing his mouth against your wet heat.

Foot fetish

This one ties to the worship kink.

Is he ashamed of the fact a footjob gets him cumming in record time? Yeah, a lot actually.

But his brain doesn't have the capability of shame when he gets to kiss your ankles, forked tongue licking up and down your leg. The humiliation of the act itself is its biggest appeal to his libido, arousal pooling inside him as he holds your foot between his claws and digs against the skin.

Part of him wants to eat you alive. Gnaw at your flesh and bite to the bone of your meaty leg.

Fuck why are humans so plump?

So he settles for a taste, a show of submission. Your ankle is his favourite part to pay attention to, it's so fragile and easy to break. It's one of the weakest parts of the human body.

Each time he has his mouth on it, he can picture it crystal clear.

Biting down.

The crunching sound.

The fantasy makes him whimper against your feet, sucking harder on your skin. Lifting your leg up and kissing the sensitive area at the underside of your knee where the skin is the most sensitive. With each graze of his razor teeth against it, your heart skips a beat as primal fear mixes with arousal.

Ardour also likes the rough feeling of your heel grinding between his legs, be it you applying pressure on it or him grabing your foot and forcing it against his cock.

The leaking cum dripping down on your foot, leaving it all sticky and messy as he gets off on the disgusted look on your face. Looking down at him like he's an idiot, like he's a filthy fiend beneath you. He's tempted to lick the cum off of your foot clean just to be degraded more for how disgusting he is.

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Does he have a folder on his phone exclusive to pictures of your bare legs? Of curious he does Doesn't.

Public sex

Despite all the loser stereotypes he falls under, he's actually someone who enjoys being in public.

...maybe a bit too much.

What matters is that he scoffs at the anti-social virgin incels who stay glued to their computer all day. No shit they can't find a date if they're busy gooning it out to pornbots on twitter, maybe touch some grass and get some bitches?

Is what he says when he goes out and attempts to flirt with humans in the area after paying for a full course flirting tutorial from a pick-up artist, watching a sigma motivational video on youtube, and asking for advice on reddit, in that order.

He fails. A lot.

After he scores you, it feels better than wining the lottery as he swears up and down that it was all the effort and lessons which helped him, definitely not just you taking pity on a rando in a dating app.

At least he stopped approaching strangers now. Other humans are hot duh, but he's not going to fucking fumble this bag by even insinuating he's interested in anyone other than you.

Even if another human approaches him, no thank you. He is locked on, he has you now, and the world will have to claw you out of his cold, dead hands!

So now, he brings you to the public instead. He can't afford expensive restaurants, so your dates consist of fast food joints, the park and...campus library? He has a subscription card there that he wants to use before it expires.

The dates start off as innocent enough, but you can't help but feel his glances increasing in frequency the more time goes on.

His touches start to linger. Ardour's tail swishing around before he suddenly wraps it around his leg as he stiffens.

He's getting hard in public.

It's just...you're sitting here all beautiful in front of him, how is he supposed not to get turned on?

Especially when all the other humans who pass by give the two of you a second look. They know you're with a tiefling from the way he's possessively sticking to your side. Ardour thinks about how they know you're together, fuck what if they imagine you two fucking? Everyone in here knows he's getting you gasping under him in bed.

At least in his brain.

"A tiefling and a human, how scandalous...for you."

"They probably think you're a whore for dating a fiend you know? Humans never liked my kind."

"My bite marks are still visible on your neck..come on don't hide them. I want others to see."

"That one scowled at me. Ha, she probably wonders if I'm manipulating you into sleeping with me."

You either take him to a bathroom and fuck him, or he'll start getting more bolder and shameless in front of everyone.

He won't fucking shut up.

Now the librarian is giving the two of you nervous glances.

Oh, he will take it as far as he can. Last time, his tail was busy flicking against your sensitive heat under the table while you struggled to order food. Another time, he was bold enough to pull you into his lap in the middle of the park, squeeze and fondle your chest while biting your neck.

Being seen in the public with you does something to his brain and makes it leak braincells alongside his regard for the law.

It's like it's his life mission to prove every bad stereotype about tieflings right, out of spite. Each time an elderly couple of elves scowl at him hugging you, he wants to fuck you in front of them and show them that there is nothing they can do.

They can think of him as filthy as they want, they can paint him to he a sinful devil as much as they want. Because. They. Can't. Do. Shit.

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You chose him with all of his suppoded filth and sins. You chose to be with him and he wants to show the whole world how this human is willingly letting a tiefling fuck them, how humanity still repeats its mistakes of playing with fire.

The tree huggers should stay busy clutching their pearls and not get near his human.

Blood kink

....listen he doesn't mean to have that one. Like he genuinely doesn't even know why he has it, he's not even into any extreme kinks-

Okay that's just a bunch of lies.

You had a nosebleed one time, and he purposely was late in getting a tissue so it'd trickle down your lips and chin. He came back eventually but refused to hand it to you.

Instead, he dapped it under your nose while licking the blood up your chin and lapping at your lips. The metallic taste went down his throat like ambrosia as his tongue slipped between your lips, making you taste your own life essence.

His tail curled around you, clawed hands pulling you against him as the tissue fell to the ground. Blood dripping down again and mixing with the kiss Ardour's melting into.

You tasted as divine as he imagined. Some demons do enjoy the taste of souls. He's just a tiefling, so he doesn't have the faintest idea how to get one, let alone eat it, but your blood held a hint of life in it.

He's not going to drink your blood. He's not some vampire. Actually, he thinks he might need to visit emergency care if he does it.

It's just that he always wondered why infernal pacts were signed with blood. Why names were carved into flesh, why the hells had this obsession with the souls of the living.

But oh, now he understands.

He won't bite you. He's too much of a scaredy cat for that. Lowkey he thinks all humans are fragile things, and if he breathes too hard in your general direction, then you might collapse.

But if you happened to get a papercut, a nose bleed, a scrapped knee.

He's more than happy to be of assistant.

Lapping up at the wound with his forked tongue, moaning against your flesh as he savours the taste of your life escaping your vessels. Into him.

Fuck it's going inside him, he's literally taking your life.

Oh he's just being so mean, isn't he? He shouldn't do that to poor humans, he shouldn't find your taste this appealing.

The bloodline of Beelzabul pumps through his heart.

A beat

Faster

And faster.

He wants to eat you.

He won't. He can't. It's weird. Blood is gross.

But he is gross. He is already filthy and a creep, he's already labeled a sinner.

So why not worship at your shrine for forgiveness? He will grovel for repentance as much as you want, let you grind down on his cock with your heel as much as you like.

Just let him keep lapping at your wounds like a dog until they close and heal. Let him indulge in the heritage he should be ashamed of.

He is so so weak and the call of your flesh is so so sweet.

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Horn pulling

Ardour is someone who takes extreme care of his horns. Like most tieflings, It's his pride and joy.

Various accessories to match his outfits, polishing and shining them to bring out their vibrant colours. He especially puts in more effort after the two of you start hanging out because of your clear affinity for them.

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So why would he let anyone pull them? Isn't that counterproductive?

Have you ever built a wooden brick tower just to tear it down?

A sandcastle for the waves to wash away?

A beautifully wrapped present to tear open?

Just like you keep having to replace the clothes he keeps accidentally tearing with his claws from excitement, he too keeps making his horns presentable for you to ruin them time after time.

Starting slow, circling your fingerpads around the sharp tips. Squeezing it between your thumb and pointer and watching him shudder. Flicking it as his eyes go wide from the delicious vibration running down.

Wrapping your soft human hand around it, so chubby in comparison to his boney rigged hand. Feeling up and down his horns, giving him the pretense of safety as he fully embraces what's about to come.

You tighten your fist around it, tapping your nail against its hard surface.

A rough tug follows.

Ardour takes a sharp breath as his knees shake on the floor, his face buried in your lap with his arms wrapping under your knees.

You could go for hours and pull all kinds of embarrassing sounds out of him. Make him sing beautifully with his moans and whimpers as you sit dignified on the couch, toying with his horns while he's becoming a mess below.

It gets him to become loud in bed too, whenever he's drunk on the feeling of your insides squeezing his cock and you harshly pull on his horns. He's baring his teeth and looking feral at you, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as you see the clear signs of hunger in his wide firely pupils amdist the black cornea.

You know he won't hurt it, you, but it's hard to convince your human instincts of that fact when his teeth look sharper than any scalpel. When he's slamming himself inside you of body like it's his only purpose.

When he won't stop babbling about how much of a puny human you are. Weak and helpless in comparison to him. How you either have a death wish or secretary are as much of a freak as he is to allow another species to fuck you like this.

You know his kind could devour you? The bad reputation of tieflings didn't fall out of the fucking sky for no reason. Every rumour held an ounce of truth in it.

All the stories they told you about the corruption bad evil race, the scary horned demon decadents.

Ardour's tail wrapping around to fit insides your wet hole, fucking you alongside his cock as you clench around it.

"Keep your grip on my horns, human. If you let go again, I might just eat you."

Sending you over the edge, tugging at his horns through your orgasm with desperation as his thrusts stutter from the intense way your insides spasm.

Pouring himself inside you, hot liquid filling you up as his tail slithers out of your used hole. Sticky and covered in his own cum.

He doesn't pull out. Intense gaze meeting your own as the tip of his tail nudges your lips, urging you to lick his mess up.

"Please." He pleads, all powerful a second ago and now nothing but meak and desperate. "Please, I want you to taste me....us. both of us."

Looking at you like you hung the moon and the stars, how could you refuse?

Collapsing on top of you afterwards. Cock being warmed by your insides and plugging you full. Ardour cuddles you closer, littering kisses up your neck.

He thanks you for being with him, letting him do this. Treating him...with warmth. The hells fire runs through his veins, and yet you're the warmest thing he has ever felt.

Falling asleep together, holding you tightly during the night.

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Some fluffy facts to balance things out

Wonders how humans function without tails for balance or horns. Says your kind is clumsy because of it so it's his job to catch you if you trip.

If you meet another tiefling, you'd realise how much of an edgelord he is in comparison to how chill they are. He denies it and says all tiefling should be like him and stop pandering to humans by pretending to be goody two shoes. He says that while sitting with numb legs because his cat is sleeping on his lap and he refuses to move.

Actually, he knows infernal. It's a little broken, but he's trying his best between all the late night studying he has to do for his tests. His dream is to get a matching tattoo with you in infernal. Definitely tries using it during sex but gets embarrassed from his bad pronunciation and stops.

He loves human Halloween and thinks it's the best holiday ever. Who gives a shit about the pissed vampires saying it's weird for the humans to dress up like them? Really wants to do matching outfits with you.

On that note, you can easily convince him to cosplay. He had an anime phase as a teen but forced himself to stop in order to get into the "alpha sigma" mindest for college and pull cute humans.

Flames people in online games and is generally a very bad teammate, gets banned frequently. If you play with him, he becomes worse because he tries to show off to you but ends up ruining everything.

Thinks porn is for losers. he doesn't see anything wrong with having a folder of your saved selfies to jerk off to. Hey, it's not porn! At least his brain isn't rotted like those weirdos on human fetish forums.

What do you mean how does he know what that is? Uh...don't worry about it.

He's banned anyway.

But the idiots forgot to ban his alt so.

Actually watches the tiktoks you send him. Yes all of them.

his own fyp is filled with work 24/7 grindest ones that he secrelty hates but thinks they help him. Watching the entertaining ones you send him is actually the most fun he has on the app.

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I'm sorry.

[lemonsrosesandlavender]

we’re all out here fetishising tiefling teeth (ooh, so sharp) but what if they’re ALSO interested in human teeth. They’re kind of weirdly blunt but also… imagine how their bites feel. Aching instead of piercing. No need to worry about blood loss, just all the bruises you could want. They wake up the next morning with one or two puncture wounds on the human and love bites absolutely everywhere on the tiefling.

[rimmi1357]

I've got a little bs'y self-indulgent #BaldursGate3 commission from amazing @silverhammock

I fecking love Gale and he can have any item he wants. Do be it a snackable unneeded stuff or a lagandary item, i don't care. I love this boo uwu

[gabibiart]

"Thought a lot about my eyes, have you?"

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little sketch of the gardening scene from "Kiss the Cook" with my Tav and Rolan, by @viennacherries suggestion

[tadpole-apocalypse]

Silvanus save him, he’s trying to focus on the task at hand

[momolady]

Chicory the Tiefling: Part Two

Female Reader x Male Monster Hurt Comfort - Amnesia - Healing - Love Returns Part One

There was an explosion at the tower. It started a fire, and from there everything is this horrible blur. You managed to get the animals out as best you could, and you think everyone is accounted for now. But-

Chicory stayed behind to save some of his inventions, his journals, and you fear it may have been too much on him. Nictis graciously took you in, giving you an entire wing of his home. Yasmin arranged for constant care for Chicory. But he still has not fully come to.

“The smoke was one thing,” Nictis murmured as he served you tea. “But everything else inside that tower of his? I’m sure his concoctions and gears catching fire only worsened things. But not to worry! We’ve gotten a great doctor and nurses to help aid our dear Chicory.”

You sat there dumbfounded, still covered in smoke and ash. You had been so wound up in caring for the animals and Chicory, you’d barely had a chance to take care of yourself. Posey hadn’t left your side the whole while. She sat there, quite comfortable but vigilant.

Yasmin came into the room, wearing clothes that didn’t seem to suit the wife of a lord. Rather, she looked like you.

“I got the pygmy alligators into the lake, they seem quite happy.” She hold up a bitten finger wrapped in a bandage. “They’re quite lovely.”

“Oh, my dear.” Nictis took her hand, holding his gently despite his boney facade.

I looked up, taking a cup of tea Yasmin offered. “Are you alright?” She asked. “I can run you a bath if you wish.”

Shakily, you brought the tea to your lips and drank.

“It’s been a few days, you should rest,” Yasmin insisted.

I shook my head. “Not until I know he is going to be okay.”

Yasmin took a gruff look, but Nictis’ hand upon her shoulder reeled her back. “What else can you do for him now?” The lord asked. “He is resting, breathing in cleansing herbs so the smoke will leave his body. You need to take care of yourself now, or else, down the road, you might not be able to care for anyone. When is the last time you had a full meal?”

I gulped, feeling the sting of hot liquid against my tongue. “What if something happens while I am away?”

“He has nurses by his side,” Yasmin said with a reassuring smile. “And the doctor is close by so we can call at any second.”

Posey meowed, giving you her wide eyed look which seemed to echo their sentiment. Take care of yourself.

You let out a heavy sigh. “I can’t remember when I last had a meal,” I admitted, giving into their care and worry.

Yasmin jumped at the chance. “I’ll get a bath prepared for you, and some clean clothes as well. You and I seem about the same size. And I’ll make you something to eat!”

Nictis seemed to want to say something as she darted off, but he kept his skull shut. “She is strong willed,” he murmured. “Comes from her meager background, it made her stronger than me, I think.” He glanced at me, concern somehow written on his face. “Chicory will be fine. I promise. He is my friend, a great one in fact, and I will do all I can to help him.”

“Thank you,” you murmured.

Nictis nodded. “Yes, well, it is the least I can do. He’s done so much for me and Yasmin.” He cleared his throat and looked down at the tea seat.

Yasmin came and fetched you later. She poured you a hot bath, sticking around to wash and care for your hair.

“I could have done this,” you murmured.

“Relax, you deserve a bit of pampering.” Yasmin said, scrubbing your scalp. “Would you have had the strength to do this?”

You don’t think so. You probably would have sat in that hot water and drifted away.

“There we go.” She rinsed out your  hair. She wrung it out and started running some sort of cream through it.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Trust me, your hair is going to look amazing! While you’re here, you’re going to receive the royal treatment.” Her hands felt good running through your hair and scalp. “I am not some fancy lady you know? I was raised in Obresh.”

You leaned your head back to look up at her. “Nictis said something like that.”

She smirked. “Did he also tell you he bought me?”

Read the rest over on Patreon!

There's also a remaster of part one! Only available to patrons.

[dewdlepies]

What if Gale met Human Promise

And if Promise met Teifling Gale?

Oh hoho.. I think Promise and Gale would end up together in most if not all AUs. The only difference with a human!Promise and Gale would be that they would age at the same speed.

Tief!Gale and Promise would just have more head bonks and tail flirting. Maybe their horns would get stuck, once in a while.

[dogt3eeth]

Shout out to bi4bi t4t relationships, truly

[rielzero]

Petition to stop bottom shaming, please. (Wholesome)

Nymrod is currently going through a bit of a rewrite and revisions / retcons to his backstory, but you can read and find more about him here because it is still mostly relevant;

Nymrod Half-elf Doodles

Raphael's Cambion form is so Tall that Nym looks even tinier here.

Did you know he's a brat btw look at him

Nymrod concept art

More Nym early concept art

Nymrod ''finished'' Lore and Refsheet

Why did I make this meme? theKnowyourmemeoriginisprettycute

We don't bodyshame in this house. (Haarlep is not invited.)

Simple: I'M GAY. ''Haha bottom'' or jokes regarding someone's incompetence in bed just does not strike me as good humor in a game that prides itself on being queer/sexuality friendly. It's also- If Raph was a woman this joke wouldn't even exist.. It's used in a misandrist, homophobic context everytime I see hate for this character. You should know incubus means ''to lie on top'' pretty much right? Haarlep is just being a jerk about it in one throw-away line... Raphael has ego, but so does Haarlep.

You can literally fuck a mind flayer in this game... But ppl wanna romance the half devil and people lose their minds over something an npc says about another character. Let people be gay. When I was in highschool, gay and bottom were insults. This attitude is homophobic. Stop using it as a ''joke''.

BG3 is an amazing game, it's not perfect- some of the writing in act 3 is pretty flawed in comparison to act 1 and 2.

[cursed-critters]

Smooth recovery, Gale, real smooth…

[sorcerous-caress]

Tiefling with a human kink finally bags a human baddie. He’s sweating just trynna act normal and not ask the human a really indecent question

"Do you cu-" clearing his throat, Ardour tail's end dug into his ankle. "Come." He corrected himself, "Do you come here often?" The tail curled around his leg tightly.

"Here?...my own house?" Expecting irony or the build up to a joke, turning your gaze away from the TV screen as you lowered the remote to face him.

Only to be met with a sincere expression. For a second, the suspicion of the guy in front of you being an idiot crosses your mind before you immediately brush it aside.

"I guess. You know, since I live here." You went back to scrolling through the list of movies.

"Cool cool."

Ardour's sharp claws traced the soft surface of the couch underneath him, taking advantage of your distracted gaze to blatantly trail his gaze up and down your thighs. Drinking in the sight of your hips. Hand curling into a fist to prevent his claws from tearing the couch.

Humans are really...so squishy. He pictures your own hand pressing between your thighs, touching yourself and chasing pleasure with desperation. How different would his own hand feel around you? Would you like grinding against the bumps and sharp bones underneath his skin? Would you enjoy the rough infernal texture of his skin against your fragile, easily injured human one?

"Did you ever fuck yourself on this couch?"

He can't say that.

"Did I ever what?"

"Uh...meet a tiefling before? Other than me?"

"No not really." You press the remote's button harder than usual, "you're my first" your eyes suddenly find the floor interesting before going back to your scrolling.

Your first.

Ardour closes his eyes, taking a sharp breath.

Your first infernal cock to stretch you open and fill your insides with his cum. The big bad tiefling defiling the pretty human, pouring sin down your throat.

"Have you tasted a tiefling's cum before? Would you like to?"

No.

Inviting him to your house, allowing him to see you in your comfortable clothes, complimenting his horns.

Being such a fucking tease.

Heats build up inside him. Putting a small pillow on his lap to cover the growing tent between his legs as he scoots over to you.

"You've never had a cock littered with bumps before, You've never been properly fucked so just bend over and-"

Shut it.

Behave. Act normal. He can't fuck up another date with a human.

...maybe if he starts innocently? You don't know much about tieflings so he can always play that card.

Ardour's tail leaves his leg as it wraps the other way towards you, settling on your lap and brushing against your stomach.

The strange sensation makes you glance down at it, a questioning look on your face.

"Oh sorry!" He fiegns ignorance, "it does that sometimes, it has a mind of its own."

He watches as you take in the false information he's feeding you at face value. Smiling and saying it's no problem.

"Is it okay if I-" your other hand moves towards your lap.

"You can touch it." Ardour immediately replies, "I don't mind. You can even kiss and lick it, shove it down your throat to get it wet enough so I can use it to open up your tight-"

Stop.

"And my horns too, if you want. I saw you glancing at them" he says instead.

You beam at his words, delightful surprise in your eyes before a conflict of embarrassment washes over you at realising he noticed your glances.

Still, you nod eagerly.

The sight of you has his heart in a vice grip. Is curiosity really this adorably intense in humans?

He scoots even closer, his knee brushing against your own as he lowers his head to present his horns. His position's slight resemblance of a bow doesn't go past him as his his sharp pointy teeth bite his lower lip to suppress a whimper.

A tiefling bowing to a human. It feels fitting in a way. It was your race that was slutty brave enough to get fucked mate with demons, gracing the tieflings with the gift of existence.

Worshipping the humans is a thought many races would scoff over. The notion by itself is enough to send a high elf into hysterical laughter.

Yet all he can think about is kissing up your feet, licking your ankle, gnawing at your thigh with his razorsharp teeth until you have mercy and spread your legs open.

"Do I have to beg to sleep with you? Do you want to see me kneeling on the floor pleading for your permission to touch myself?"

He can't make up his mind if he wants to worship you or put you in your place the same way his demon ancestors must have.

Just what kind of humiliating acts the humans submitted to in order for the demons to agree to breed them? What kind of degradation did the human kind endure while being stuffed with burning hot cum or being milked for all of their worth?

...do you miss it? Do you want him to replicate it?

"I'll ruin you to anyone else. Fuck all of your holes and plug the cum inside with my tail. Make you nothing but a pathetic fleshlight for me to use and squeeze like my ancestors have always done to your kind, human."

His thoughts are cut short by the feeling of your finger tracing up his horn, testing the waters.

The feeling is electric on his end. His teeth dig deeper into his lips as he suppresses any sounds threatening to slip out.

"Please touch me. Fuck please please, I want you to pull them. Pull my horns. I don't care if you break them. Just don't stop."

Bit by bit, your touches get bolder, abandoning the remote to wrap both of your hands around his horns. Stroking up and down, brushing the tips and experimenting with this new texture to your heart's content.

This new position presses your chest against his face without realising it. Ardour feels his hands shaking as he stares in front of him.

The urge to touch you, squeeze you and bite you. Mark every corner of your body until you can't look in a mirror without the ghost feeling of his touches hovering over your skin.

This was his plan. This was his doing, so why does it feel like he bit off more than he can chew?

A throbbing between his legs, his cock painfully hard. His claws tear through the pillow on his lap as he drags his fingers dow, imagining it's your plush thighs instead.

"That weird elf wasn't kidding when he said the human body was made for nothing but sex." His hand slips underneath the pillow to press against his aching cock for any sort of relief. "You're not even aware of how much of a slut you're being, are you? That's how in your nature it is."

Ah.

His eyes open wide in panic as your hands abruptly stop touching his horns.

He said that out loud.

[monstersandmaw]

Happy Christmas - here's a surprise extra story for Patreon supporters! Lots of love x

[shewolfofvilnius]

If you pick the last option (or just really want to dump about your own world state and why you picked what you picked) feel free to drop in the comments!

*edit to add: At the very least you do if you pick the "start a family" option when playing as any character.

[rimmi1357]

I couldn't resist not to make this bs thing that is based on a recent screenshot that i've did in BG3 Gale requers only the best magic items and with NO PICKLES!

[tiefthieves]

Tattered Soles

Chapter Two: Pas de Deux

chapter two also on Ao3 ! Full chapter is below the cut ♡

She could tell that the door to the practice room wasn't fully closed. When the door was flush with its frame, even with music playing at a decent volume, she could usually feel more than she could hear. As Sikah moved to discreetly close the door, she caught a glimpse of the dancer inside.

Weeks had passed since Karach's first and only visit to the studio, and Sikah couldn't help but wonder if she had put the woman off. She'd often been told that she was not the most inviting or approachable and that she had the aura of a classic stereotypical ballerina: cold, brutal, and bitchy. 

Granted, Sikah hadn't spent as much time at the studio as she would have liked. After the week of museum renovations had given her a respite, her work had become more demanding with the introduction of the new exhibit. Visitors were more frequent and numerous, and her boss had asked her to take occasional weekend shifts to manage the new part-time staff. 

That weekend, Sikah decided to stop by the studio for a few hours to decompress after a particularly grueling shift. Her body was already tired, but she needed to blow off some steam before she felt too exhausted. She pulled into the parking lot and grabbed her bag from the back seat of her car, waved routinely to Jenevelle as she walked through the front door, and ducked into the staff room to change. Sikah was surprised by the presence of music as she walked down the hallway to the regularly empty practice rooms. It was different from the elegant, classical music that typically played in the studio; a low, steady bass pulsed from behind the door, and Sikah could feel it sending vibrations through her feet. 

She could tell that the door to the practice room wasn't fully closed. When the door was flush with its frame, even with music playing at a decent volume, she could usually feel more than she could hear. As Sikah moved to discreetly close the door, she caught a glimpse of the dancer inside. 

Street-style hip-hop was something Sikah considered to be on the other side of the dance world, and Karlach was moving in a way she'd never been captivated by before. Despite her powerful, abrupt footwork, the agonizing screech of sneaker soles against  the laminate flooring was absent. Every flex and roll of her body was calculated and sharp, and though she was practicing a choreographed routine, she was executing it in a way that seemed organic. Karlach was enticing, and Sikah was admittedly intrigued. 

Karlach’s concentration broke as the track faded. She glanced toward the door and grinned as she spotted her audience, wiping the sweat from her brow. 

"Hey, you! Enjoying the show?" 

"Don't be ridiculous. I could hear your music from down the hall. I came to close the door." Sikah folded her arms across her chest and did her best to ignore the blush that was teasing her cheeks. 

Karlach chuckled as she grabbed a bottle of water from her bag. She downed half of it before sitting on the floor. "But you didn't. So that's different, isn't it?" 

The ballerina was silent. 

"Ah! Come on, I'm just messing with you! I don't mind an audience, it usually gives me more incentive to give it my all." She finished her bottle and threw it in the trash. 

"Did you need the room for something, or are you just here to tell me that I should keep my shit quiet?" 

"No, it's fine. Just make sure the door is closed all the way if you're going to have the bass on," Sikah said, leaning against the now-open door frame. 

"And?" Karlach looked at her expectantly, feeling that she had more to say. 

"If you need a box fan, there are some in the staff room. Just ask Jenevelle. Oh, and we close at seven." She pushed herself away from the frame and turned to go into her office. 

"Duly noted," she nodded and watched as Sikah turned her back. 

"Hang on, not that urgent, but I was wondering if you'd take a look at something I'm working on? I know it's random, but Jenevelle mentioned you're choreographing a lot for the studio and I'm stuck." 

Sikah turned around and was once again standing at the entrance of the room. 

"I don't know anything about hip-hop."

"Nah, sure you do! I mean, you're a ballerina, aren't you? That means you already know the half of it," Karlach stood up and in the blink of an eye pulled the shorter woman out of the doorway and into the middle of the room. 

"Look here," she pointed to her sneakered feet. They were in second position. "Second position, yeah?" 

She moved again, this time doing a wide semi-pirouette into third position, followed by a more jazzy ball change and quarter turn. 

"The fundamentals are the same, just with sickled and flexed feet, a little more upper body movement, less jumping, and some contemporary elements thrown in."

Sikah raised her eyebrows at that. It felt like a stretch at first, but the more she looked, the more she found herself agreeing with her. 

Karlach gave a triumphant grin as she watched the pieces fall into place in the other woman's mind. She wasn't the most eloquent of speakers when it came to ballet terminology, but she could talk her way through it. 

"All right," Sikah conceded, moving over and sitting against the wall. "What's giving you trouble?" 

"I think it's much easier to show than to tell."

Before starting her routine again, Karlach turned down the volume of the music. She spoke to Sikah as she danced, explaining how certain moves were simple derivatives of ballet.

The ballerina watched the other woman's dance with sharp eyes. Years of classical training had given Sikah an almost reflexive eye for detail. Karlach's movements were sharp and focused, fluid and strong, she was powerful. She held eye contact with Sikah throughout her performance, smiling when she caught an impressed look. 

Sikah was able to see where Karlach was getting stuck. It wasn't obvious in her confident movements, but she knew the stubborn, dissatisfied frown of a dancer all too well. While her moves themselves were flawlessly executed, it was clear that Karlach had trouble with her flow. Fluidity was still needed, even in a genre focused on bold and fast movements. 

"You need to work on your transitional movement. The individual moves and combinations are crisp, but there is a lack of malleability. Everything will feel and look more natural if you add softer, looser elements, especially between your pops and kicks. You're quite stiff in some parts, so you would benefit from loosening up in general." Sikah instructed after Karlach's demonstration was over. 

"My so-called expertise goes no further than that. You'll have to find someone more familiar with your style if you want to improve individual elements."

"No, no, this is great!” Karlach bounced on the balls of her feet, "I never thought of it that way. Only problem is, I don't know how to, um, add fluidity or whatever. I'm not exactly the most... bendy."

"It's not about being bendy, it's about letting the movement and energy flow through your limbs. I think that you're so focused on trying to stay sharp that you're cutting off your energy." Sikah moved from leaning against the mirrored wall to stand behind Karlach. 

Tall, strong, almost militant, her stance was taught even in a resting position. She circled the taller woman, her eyes sweeping over every defined muscle, every pearl of sweat, the rise and fall of her chest... Gods, she needed to get a grip.

Karlach's breath caught in her throat. Thank the gods she was a good foot taller than Sikah. Otherwise, the rosy blush that burned at the tips of her ears would have been embarrassing to explain. Her heart raced as she watched the woman circle her like a lion in pursuit of its prey. With her piercing eyes and powerful gaze, Karlach was afraid that if she so much as flinched, Sikah would be able to descry her. 

She noticed the way the ballerina looked at her, the way she watched her dance; it was as if she were looking right into Karlach's very soul. Still, her expression was always occupied by a slight pout on her lips, though sometimes it twisted into a subtle grin. Karlach wanted to hear the thoughts that were in her head. 

Sikah reached up and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Relax your shoulders and unlock your knees, that's the first step," she waited for her to follow her instructions and hummed in approval as she watched the muscles relax. 

"Good. Now, I have a couple of exercises that I usually go through with my classes if you'd like to give them a try. They're mostly ballet-type stuff, but I have a feeling they'd be beneficial anyway."

"Y-yeah, that would be great! I mean, I do all this hip-hop stuff, but you always gotta start with the basics, you know? Believe it or not, I used to dabble in ballet myself. Wasn't too bad at it either," Karlach feigned overzealous confidence. 

“Oh yeah?” Her lips curled into a sly simper, “This should be easy for you then.” 

Sikah pulled her phone from the pocket of her sweater before she shrugged it off and tossed it out of the way. She pulled up a song with a tempo that was fast and similar to the tempo of Karlach's routine. She tapped out the rhythm on her thigh, positioning herself slightly in front of the other and looking at Karlach in the mirror. 

"Follow my movements as best you can, okay? It doesn't have to be perfect, but try to keep up."

Karlach could do it - or so she thought. At first, it was effortless. Sikah started in the second position, knees bent and hips swaying, rocking back and forth between the balls of her feet. She moved with effortless ease and elegance. Karlach tried to mimic her posture, reminding herself to relax and let the energy of her movements flow through her. It felt strange. Sure, Karlach had been raised on ballet, taking classes throughout her formative years and into high school, but she'd retired from ballet when she was in college, and it had been several years since her last class. She had nearly forgotten how it felt. Getting back to where it all started was nice, and dare she say nostalgic. She found herself smiling as she shadowed Sikah, feeling like a little kid in class again, learning everything for the first time. Although they moved in silence, Karlach would bet that Sikah was an amazing teacher, she was doing a damn good job at it now. Every once in a while, the smaller of the two would look over her shoulder to get a closer look at Karlach than the mirrors could provide, studying her angles and posture to make sure she wasn't getting lost. However, when she was caught, Sikah always turned around rather quickly. Karlach found it quite charming. 

They continued silently, Sikah leading and Karlach following. From where she stood behind her, Karlach was able to study the speckled skin that peeked through the open back of Sikah's leotard. She could tell that the woman's muscles, though not as defined as her own, were incredibly toned by the way her arms moved and her shoulders flexed. Karlach synchronized her breathing with Sikah's, allowing herself to relax and enter what was, to her best guess, a state of zen.

A knock snapped them both out of their trance. Jenevelle stood in the doorway with her bag slung over her shoulder and a stack of binders in her arms.

“Sorry to interrupt, but it’s twenty past and I’d like to go home,” she dangled the studio keys from her finger. “You’re welcome to stay longer, Sikah, but I don’t want to be the one to have to hear Trielle complain about the electricity bill again.”

Sikah rolled her eyes at the mention of her stepmother’s particularness and glanced at the clock on the wall. She’d completely lost track of time. 

“Go on ahead Jen, thanks for waiting. I’ll lock up and let Trielle know ahead of time that we stayed past close.”

“Thank you,” Jenevelle smiled as she observed the state of the room and its occupants– eyes doing a once-over of Karlach– before she walked away. 

“You close up shop all by yourself?” Karlach asked as she began to gather her things. 

“Usually it's a two-person job, me and Jen, but if her attitude speaks its usual volumes, I’d say she did most of the closing herself tonight. I most likely just have to shut lights off and lock the doors,” Sikah answered as she grabbed her sweats from the floor and pulled them on. She noticed Karlach standing idly by the door, “You don’t have to stay.” 

“I mean, it’s the least I can do since you helped me out,” She paused as Sikah’s stomach growled loudly, holding back a laugh. “How about this: you let me buy you dinner and we call it even.” 

Sikah blushed as her stomach voiced its hunger. “It’s almost eight, nothing good besides shitty fast food is going to be open,” she noted.

“Who said I was going to be treating you to a posh steak dinner? What if fast food is all I’m budgeted for?” Karlach chuckled as she followed behind the ballerina. That certainly wasn’t far from the truth. “Come on, it’ll be fun! There’s a good pho place over by my apartment that doesn’t close till late and doesn’t break the bank either, so don’t feel guilty about owing me.” 

“I feel like you aren’t going to take no for an answer, will you?” Sikah sighed as she locked the studio’s front doors behind them.

“Nope!” she beamed. “I mean, clearly I’m not an asshole, and if you genuinely don’t want to, I won’t push. It's just been a minute since I’ve had someone to grab food with, you know? You get tired of eating take-out alone on your couch after the 40th time… besides, I gotta thank you for your help today.”

“You don’t have to, but I do appreciate it. I haven’t had pho in a while, so this place of yours better not disappoint.” 

Karlach grinned, pumping her fist in the air. She texted Sikah the address and jumped in her car, music thumping along with the beat of her heart as she pulled out of the parking lot.

Damn, it's good to be alive.