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sourhaneyart · 10 hours ago

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The World is Not Enough

(Part 2 - ending) (Part 1 - here)

pairing: Zevlor x fem!Tav

summary: we know when to kiss and we know when to kill... if we can't have it all then nobody will. when everything around you is burning, when the forces of the Absolute close in from all sides, and when your life will never again be as calm and steady as it once was… the world is not enough but just his touch his touch is all it takes to remind you what living truly means.

notes: english isn’t my native language, so apologies for any weird phrasing! Since this is my first fanfic written in English, please be merciful like Gale with bad poetry xD also, I kept Tav’s details vague(ish) so you can imagine your own, but yeah—she’s a curvy half-tiefling who lives in dresses. The fic has a few tweaks to match my personal take on the characters (oops, did I ‘forget’ tiefling claws exist? how tragic~ anyway) + Zevlor kept his paladin healing powers (esp `Lay on Hands`) despite the Oathbreaker thing (because my Tav in-game still had them anyway lol). Hope you enjoy!

content warning: nsft, 18+ MNDI, smut, p in v, swearing, dirty talk, bound/being in control, age gap,kinks, tiefling-specific traits, slight angst, not proofread (maybe huh) songfic: The World is Not Enough (Garbage) word count (this part): 4900 taglist: @wassidy-wanders-around-and-back @yeetmeoutthewindowdaddy @kazalhia @xanguissettex

She came to her senses moments later, finding herself still in the quarters but now lying on a bedroll in a room adjacent to the "office."

"Why didn't you tell me you were injured?" Zevlor loomed over her, fumbling to remove the sleeve from her left shoulder. This proved difficult as the shirt was tucked into a tightly laced corset, "You've been like this all day? Tav? And why didn't your party's cleric do anything about it? And where the hells was Halsin even looking?"

"Zevlor, please... it's fine," Tav attempted her usual smirk and tried to turn on her side, but a fresh wave of pain shot through her shoulder, making her hiss and fall back onto the bedroll. Blinking away tears of pain, she glared at the ceiling in frustration. "Alright, alright... Shadowheart healed it as best she could. The poisoned goblin bolt was stronger than our resources." Tav huffed, not understanding why she hadn't thought to ask Halsin for help. He could've fixed it in an instant.

"I see," realizing struggling wouldn't help, Zevlor exhaled sharply and gave her a resigned look, "We'll have to undo the corset."

Tav shot him a questioning glance. No, this was exactly what she'd been angling for minutes ago—but the situation and tone were entirely different now.

"I... can't. Well, you understand," Tav shrugged and gave a sheepish smile. Only now did she notice how smoothly Zevlor had shifted to informal address. Not surprising, especially after what she'd done with his fingers and her mouth. Still, she preferred addressing him by rank — it pleasantly stirred her thoughts.

The tiefling paused, clearly deliberating, then reached for her corset laces, deftly loosening them.

"Hope you don't mind," he muttered dryly as his hands neared her chest, swallowing hard before meeting her eyes with uncertainty, "No other choice — need to remove the shirt and bandage to treat the wound properly."

"Yes, yes. Of course." Tav settled in, letting him undress her. Though not in the erotic context she'd envisioned. Yet.

Zevlor handled her carefully, precise movements freeing her from the garments. The corset gave way first, allowing Tav to take a deep, unconstrained breath. Her full breasts, now supported only by a cotton chemise, rose softly beneath the shirt.

He froze again, hand hovering at her shirt buttons. His tense expression betrayed how hard he was holding back. This moment between them... it was charged. Even if sparked by something as unpleasant as a goblin's arrow. "Forgive me," he murmured — though there was truly nothing to apologize for; it was simply respect in action. His deft fingers swiftly unbuttoned her shirt and, lifting her carefully, he finally freed her left side from the garment.

The chambers were chilly, and the sudden exposure made Tav’s nipples stiffen instantly. The rough fabric of her chemise only heightened their sensitivity.

"Damn it," Tav swallowed, acutely aware of the tension thickening between them. Every brush of his fingers, every lingering glance now registered in her body as prelude. Her lower abdomen clenched traitorously, heat pulsing between her thighs. She bit her lip, forcing herself to focus on the dull pain as Zevlor peeled away the bandage and cleansed the wound with what smelled like a prepared antiseptic solution.

"Ah... sorry. I’ll be gentler," he said when his fingers grazed her collarbone again, drawing a soft whimper from her. But it wasn’t his touch that hurt — it was the way pain tangled with arousal, the slick warmth between her legs betraying her.

"It’s... fine. Really," she lied through a tight smile, shutting her eyes. Get a grip. He’s helping you, and you’re acting like some desperate!

Warmth bloomed across her shoulder — but not from his hands. Tav cracked her eyes open and turned her head: Zevlor hovered above her, eyes closed, a muted glow spilling from his palms. His brows furrowed intermittently, lips moving almost imperceptibly — a prayer?

Right. Lay on Hands. Paladin healing was potent against cursed or poisoned wounds. Any wounds, really, but those two types responded especially well.

"Oh," Tav blinked. She hadn’t even noticed the pain ebbing, then vanishing entirely. Pushing up slightly, she examined her shoulder: the bruising had faded to a faint shadow, the wound now just a pale pink scar.

"There. Much better," Zevlor opened his eyes, withdrawing his hands to study her, "You should’ve told me immediately. Had I known, I’d never have..."

"Not your fault, Commander," Tav caught the twitch of his upper lip at the title, "A goblin loosed that bolt — his doing. And I... overindulged. Was too... persistent."

"True enough," he huffed a laugh, shaking his head — disheveled strands of hair falling across his forehead. Pausing, as if weighing something, he leaned down abruptly, stopping just shy of her face, "And... I’d hate for a creature as charming and recklessly bold as you, Tav, to take such... intentions elsewhere in this Grove."

Tav froze, a rabbit before a serpent. When had their roles reversed? She’d thought she was the predator here. No — his gaze held no threat, no challenge. But that hungry ember she’d glimpsed earlier? It was back.

The girl frowned slightly, pondering her answer. Is he flirting? Offering to pick up where they left off? Or is she imagining things? Tav blinked, fixing her gaze on his face—and suddenly noticed his eyes trailing over her lips, lower, down her neck, to her collarbones.

The man exhaled sharply, his hot breath scorching her skin. And Tav did the only thing she could think of.

She pushed up on her elbows, bringing herself nose-to-nose with him, and crashed her lips against his in a greedy, demanding kiss.

Zevlor froze. But after a moment, realizing she wasn’t backing down, he reluctantly relaxed his lips—uncertain, but letting her kiss him. When her impatient fingers fumbled with the fastenings of his pants, though, he broke the sudden kiss, pressing both palms to her waist and gently pushing her away.

“Tav, please wait. You…” he cut himself off as Tav lifted a burning gaze to him. Burning in the most literal sense: her sclera had darkened, her pupils narrowed, and her irises glowed like molten amber. Now, she was a tiefling in full force. She was breathing heavily, lips wet and swollen, her entire appearance so aroused and disheveled that the man couldn’t help the heat pooling in his gut.

“I don’t want to stop, Zevlor,” she whined, puffing out her lips in an infantile pout, “This whole ‘noble elderly gentleman’ act is charming and all, but honestly…” She leaned even closer, brushing her lips against his ear as she exhaled hotly, “I want to do things to you so filthy, saying them out loud would be a sin. Truth be told, I wanted to start right on your damn desk, but since we’re here…”

A beat of silence. The man shut his eyes and let out a rough exhale. Then — he growled, low and feral, like a starving beast spotting prey. His hand slid to the back of her head, dragging her to him. And in the next instant, he tilted his head and reclaimed her mouth. Electricity sparked through her body — this was exactly what she’d been waiting for, craving, but never actually expected to get. The first brush of his lips quickly turned insistent — a gift Tav gladly accepted.

Her fingers deftly worked the buttons of his shirt, and when her hands returned to his belt, the tiefling let out a throaty groan and pressed closer, his forehead resting against hers. She nearly choked on the sudden wave of heat radiating from his body as he deepened the kiss hungrily, his tongue pushing past her lips, sliding against her teeth. He tasted like aged, smoky sherry, and Tav met him eagerly, her own tongue desperate to savor him.

His scent hit her nose: leather, hot spice, the bitter tang of smoke. It was intoxicating, more dizzying than anything she’d drunk that night. His tongue moved against hers, tasting, claiming. Long fingers suddenly cradled her jaw, but his touch was careful, as if Tav were some precious treasure he refused to break — even as his claws pricked lightly into her cheek. He shifts, brushing the tip of his nose along the bridge of hers, while his other hand slides down to her thigh, gripping it with sensual pressure. Tav whimpers when he breaks the kiss — she wants to kiss him again so badly it feels like the whole world might crumble. His touch burns hotter than before, reality trembling beneath them, making her knees weak.

And then he kisses her again, no longer holding back the passion surging through him. She tastes as sweet as she smells, and he catches himself wanting to devour her whole, every last drop, until she becomes part of him.

Tav shudders, letting out a soft, sweet moan as he pulls away from her lips to trail wet, scorching kisses down her neck. His tongue drags over her pulsing artery before he growls quietly, moving lower to press his mouth to the sharp line of her collarbone. Then he returns to the spot beneath her jaw, and Tav hisses through her teeth— he’s definitely leaving stubborn hickeys on her delicate skin, as if marking her.

“Damn it, Zevlor,” the girl whines, dragging her claws along his bare forearms. The heat of his body makes her breath come faster. Suddenly, he shifts, nudging her legs apart with his knee until he’s settled right between her thighs.

His strong hands slide over her waist, squeezing impatiently, and Tav doesn’t hold back a ragged moan. The man tears himself away from her neck and moves lower, greedily stroking the soft, plush curves of her thighs with both hands. He leans in, burying his face between her spread legs, tugging at the thin — and now utterly inconvenient — fabric of her skirt. A sudden draft brushes against his feverish skin, and the sight of her lush body pressed against his hands is more enticing than ever. He inhales deeply, shamelessly, reveling in her scent — the unmistakable aroma of raw arousal and desire.

Tav exhales sharply, her gaze unfocused as she stares down, her entire body trembling, fists clenched.

This… is too good.

And yet, it’s not enough.

After a pause, she rolls her hips slightly, as if giving silent approval—though it seems he hardly needs it anymore. Her fingers brush lightly over his horns, and she feels him shudder in response, his grip tightening on her thighs.

“Can I?” — a simple question, needing no clarification.

“Yes. You can have everything,” he growls against her skin, the vibration of his voice sending a wave of heat through her. Tav shudders, exhaling sharply. This… feels damn good.

The irritating fabric keeps him from feeling the scorching heat of her skin, and he can’t stand it a second longer. Clawed fingers grab the hem and yank it up, revealing thick, shapely legs encased in simple thigh-high stockings. For a moment, he freezes, mesmerized by the sight, his pulse roaring in his ears.

Under his intense gaze, Tav even feels a flicker of self-consciousness — she’d always been curvy, with full, generous proportions, but she considered it her “charm.” “Zevlor?.. Oh!” Tav barely managed to speak before her breath hitched — he brusquely pushed aside the thin fabric of her violet panties and immediately pressed his mouth to her aching flesh. His tongue — long, wet, and damnably hot — made the ground drop out from beneath her. She frowned, whimpering softly, instinctively gripping his horns for balance. When she glanced down, she met his gaze — burning with nothing but all-consuming desire.

Noticing her reaction, he practically growled against her thighs before diving back in, this time sliding his tongue inside, his mouth flooding with her essence. Tav moaned again, and this time the wave of sensation was even more intense — just a tongue, yes, but so deliberate and undeniably skilled. She shut her eyes, and the world spun violently around her, as if trying to drag her into another reality. A few lovers had ventured between her legs in her short adult life, but what this tiefling was doing now was unmatched.

He gave her a heated glance upward, briefly pulling away to let her adjust. Tav hiked her skirt higher, fully baring her thighs, and spread her legs wider, granting him full access. After a pause, she toed off her soft shoes — thank the gods she hadn’t worn boots today.

“You mind if I…?” she didn’t finish, just demonstrated — her stocking-clad foot pressed gently against his shoulder.

“Hells...” his gaze raked over her luscious legs, and the sight alone nearly dragged a groan from him.

The pressure in his pants grew unbearable, throbbing insistently. The tiefling snarled under his breath, his hand drifting to his own groin — he wanted inside this voluptuous young half-blood so badly it was driving him mad.

“Zevlor, please,” she begged when his fingers brushed her entrance, arching off the floor with a loud moan. She was so hot, smelled so good, and her slick — mingled with his saliva — was dripping down her thighs.

He cursed again, growling as he turned his attention to the foot braced on his shoulder. His lips grazed bare skin, then his teeth—firm, but not yet marking. Not yet.

He shuddered when her other foot—now free of its shoe—ghosted over the prominent bulge in his pants, rubbing lightly.

“Tav…” her name tore from his lips like a prayer. He licks his suddenly dry lips and involuntarily rocks his hips toward her touch — damn, this is more intoxicating than strong liquor. Tav looks up at him through her lashes, biting her lip — she’s clearly enjoying his reaction.

She exhales sharply through parted lips as he tilts his head slightly, watching her every move with rapt attention. His hand drifts to her face — middle and ring fingers brushing against her damp lips before slipping inside, gliding over her tongue with deliberate strokes.

“Lick them,” his voice is a low purr, but there’s an undeniable command in it. Tav obediently opens her mouth wider, letting his fingers sink deeper as she drags her wet, relaxed tongue along them, her heated gaze locked on him.

He looks down at her, spine straight, looming over her as his free hand rests on her foot—the one pressed against his groin. Tav shifts her leg slightly, the faintest movement, but he feels it so intensely he can barely restrain himself. And at the center of his desires? Her.

“Good girl,” the words catch her off guard, delivered with such casual authority that a full-body shiver wracks her. The heat between her legs flares when he withdraws his fingers from her mouth and drags them lower, tracing her burning core.

“Can I take off… oh..!” he doesn’t let her finish, his fingers slipping inside — his claws, though blunt, are long enough that he has to be careful not to hurt her.

“They don’t get in the way. It’s…” Zevlor pauses, searching for the right word, “Quite intriguing.”

Tav snorts. He’d just buried his face between her thighs, exploring her with his tongue, so calling her pushed-aside panties “intriguing” might be the most absurd choice he could’ve made. But it’s almost endearing—he still puts her on a pedestal, in a way.

All thought evaporates when he sinks deeper, fingers spreading inside her with slow, deliberate thrusts. Gods, she wants more than just his tongue and fingers — as incredible as they feel — she wants him. But beneath her foot, she can feel something big, thick, and unyielding, and suddenly she understands his hesitation. After all, she’d only ever been with humans and elves — never another tiefling. Who knows what other… natural quirks their bodies might hide? The thoughts on her furrowed face likely didn’t escape the man’s notice. Zevlor removed her leg from his shoulder and leaned over her — though without stopping the movement of his fingers inside, pressing his thumb against her clit, over the hood. Tav shuddered, her back arching into the new, sweet sensations.

“Before it all happens,” he reached for her pointed ear, brushing his lips against the lobe, lightly grazing it with his teeth, drawing a desperate, drawn-out moan from Tav, “I need to know: how you like to be taken, hm, little Tav?”

Tav’s eyes flew open, feeling like she could come from that question alone. Her breath hitched, a wave of heat rolled through her body and pooled between her thighs, intensifying the throbbing. The girl could tell he liked what he was saying—and how she reacted to it. His hips ground against her foot more insistently, more openly, betraying his impatience.

“Tell me,” his lips touched her neck — seemingly leaving another hickey, this time on the other side. Tav squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to think about how she’d explain these marks to Shadowheart, who would definitely notice, “You must’ve thought about how it would go. Planned it. Fantasized. Tell me how you imagined it.”

Tav whimpered softly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and burying her face in his neck. One thing was to plan and drop vague hints—another was to talk about it so openly. He smelled so good, so warm, that her head spun again.

“I…” she exhaled noisily against his skin, pressing kisses along his jawline, “I imagined… you shoving me onto the table, face down, pinning my arms behind my back, and moving so hard and rough that it’d leave bruises on my thighs,” the words spilled out in one breath before she hid her face against his neck again.

The man went still, tension radiating from his posture.

“Is that so,” his voice took on a growling edge.

Tav licked her lips, breathing out in quiet, shaky bursts.

And the next moment, he pulled away.

A disappointed moan escaped the girl’s lips as she shot him a questioning, almost indignant look.

“Turn over,” he shifted slightly, guiding her leg to the side so she rolled onto her stomach beneath him.

Tav gave him a flustered glance, then shook her head and obeyed. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. And all of this — just a game, adding more spice to the moment. As soon as the girl shifted her position, lying on her stomach, something clinked behind her. Tav was about to turn and look, but Zevlor pulled her toward him roughly by the thigh, and now her buttocks pressed firmly against his hardened crotch, still concealed beneath his pants.

"Hands. Put them behind your back," he ran his palm down her lower back, and Tav involuntarily moaned, shamelessly rolling her hips. She crossed her arms behind her, now pressing her cheek against the lounger warmed by her own body heat. When something cool — a leather strap — brushed against her wrists, securing them snugly but not too tight, Tav’s breath hitched, and her heart pounded as if she were sprinting across the Wasteland, fleeing a goblin raiding party.

"Zevlor...?" she asked silently, but the man only leaned over her without a word, kissing the top of her head softly and stroking her backside. The next moment, he lifted her hips slightly and slid a cushion — the lounger’s makeshift pillow — underneath them. Tav snorted: last time, she’d made love on a featherbed and silk sheets, but… that experience hadn’t felt half as good as this.

He rustled with something again, and Tav was about to ask once more when she was cut off. The weight of another body — so desired, so feverishly hot, pressed against her from behind. Zevlor nudged her legs apart, settling more comfortably between them, and in the next instant, Tav felt the unmistakable, throbbing heat of his cock sliding against her slick, aching sex. The dizzying, razor-sharp sensation made her squeeze her eyes shut and release a long, pleading moan, arching her back even more, trying to grind against him just a little harder, even in this restrained position.

"So impatient," Zevlor purred in her ear, brushing her hair aside and covering her neck in searing kisses. Tav whimpered. She wanted him inside her. Now. All of him. Even if it hurt.

“Zevlor, please...” she rolled her hips again and nearly choked as his cock dragged over her clit. She could definitely feel a ridged texture on it, something like… tiny spikes? “I need to feel you inside me, please, oh please...” her voice broke into a petulant moan, and she could’ve sworn the man smirked in satisfaction.

“Remember to breathe deep, little Tav,” his hand slid to her hip, guiding himself, and he pushed into her with a few slow but insistent thrusts, tearing loud curses from her lips — ones that tangled with high, keening whimpers.

“Nine Hells! You’re so big,” Tav practically howled, jerking beneath him as his final movement buried him so deep she felt pressure against her organs — sharp pain lancing through tender flesh before melting into a dull, throbbing stretch. He was inside her, giving her only seconds to adjust to the way he filled her, then he moved. His rhythm was hard, relentless, slamming in to the hilt with barely any withdrawal. She could feel every ridge, every spike along his length, stretching her so taut that one wrong move might split her open. So she stayed still, letting him take control—though every now and then, she clenched around him, and the resulting wave of sensation made her eyes roll back as she gasped for air like a fish stranded on shore.

Zevlor growled, breath ragged with barely audible groans. She was perfect—so tight he didn’t even know how he’d fit inside her. Her body was so human, soft and fragile, and he knew he’d hurt her when he pushed in. But the way she whined his name, arched into his grip, fists clenching where her arms were pinned—begging him not to slow down—told him one thing: Tav loved how he fucked her. And right now, that was all that mattered. “Zevlor…!” the world spins around Tav with furious force, pulsing into her heated core. The pain has faded, and now she only feels discomfort in those rare moments when he thrusts into her deliberately rough and careless. He feels so good inside her, so perfect, that the overwhelming sensations make Tav want to cry. She moans aloud, completely forgetting that somewhere out there, the celebration is still in full swing—that someone might hear them. But all of that is somewhere out there. And they—they are here and now, and the whole world isn’t enough for this moment.

The man leans forward, pressing down on her harder, sinking her deeper into the cot. His arms wrap around her waist, pulling her even closer. Now she can feel how fiercely his heart is pounding, the thrum echoing between her shoulder blades.

“Seven hells, if you knew how good you feel…” he whispers into her ear, raising goosebumps across her nape. Tav frowns from the flood of emotions, squeezing her eyes shut and arching further into his touch. “So tight, yet so wet… such a good little thing, taking me so well,” he kisses her neck and nape hotly, again and again, leaving burning marks on her pale skin, shamelessly claiming her. At one point, his fangs graze her trapezius, and he seems to hesitate. Tav opens her eyes and glances at him, hesitating herself.

“Please… do it,” she finally breathes in a trembling voice, immediately biting her lower lip and rolling her hips in time with his movements. “I want it. So badly.”

“Haularake, Tav…” his tone suggests he’s about to refuse, but for some reason… he doesn’t. Instead of protesting, he presses his lips to the curve of her neck once more — then sinks his teeth into her yielding flesh with force. Tav lets out a long, drawn-out moan — then a sharp cry, surrendering to the emotions raging over her mind. His movements grow faster, rougher, now seemingly unconcerned with her comfort. He holds her tightly in his grip, slamming his hips against hers with brutal force, practically impaling her on his cock as he desperately chases his release. All Tav can do is submit to him helplessly, yielding to his strength, his dominance—and the searing arousal drowning her completely.

Dozens of deep, punishing thrusts blur into a single relentless storm. Tav no longer moans aloud—now she only whimpers softly, teetering on the edge of consciousness. It feels good, so damn good, unlike anything she’s ever known. She doesn’t want this moment to end. She’s utterly at his mercy, finally getting exactly what she’s craved for so long.

At some point, his hand slips beneath her thigh, fingers brushing her slick, dripping entrance. He teases her clit in rhythm with his thrusts, careful not to overstimulate—just enough to keep the pleasure sweet, nothing more. Her climax hits like a sudden, scorching wave: a spasm wracks her entire body, her thighs trembling violently as molten ecstasy pools deep inside.

Tav clenches around him, drawing out the agonizing pleasure, her body seizing with near-electric intensity as a long, blissful moan tears from her lips. She throws her head back, surrendering to his messy, feverish kisses—he’s close, too, his control fraying. His hips stutter, movements growing erratic and desperate, until finally, with a low, guttural growl, he crushes her against him and spills inside.

They freeze in perfect silence, broken only by the man’s ragged breathing and Tav’s soft, shuddering gasps.

The haze of pleasure slowly fades, and now she feels everything: the ache in her lower back from being pinned in place, the sting of Zevlor’s bites, hickeys, and claw marks littering her skin, the throbbing heat of the mark she begged him to leave. She feels his cock pulse inside her, still twitching with aftershocks, and the dull, spreading ache between her thighs — stretched and sore, having taken the worst of it. “Zevlor…” Her breathless, quiet voice sounded strange and distant. She shifted her hips weakly, hissing softly at the sensation.

“Fuck… yes, yes,“ clearly, this little “sprint” hadn’t been easy for him either, leaving him thoroughly spent. But he quickly pulled away from her, hastily freeing her hands and helping her into a more natural position, “Sorry.”

“Hells…” Tav exhaled, clumsily crawling out from under him and rolling onto her back. She collapsed onto the cot with a thud, breathing heavily, her unfocused gaze fixed on the ceiling. She must’ve looked like a mess right now: face flushed and swollen from screaming and crying, lips bitten raw, angry red marks from the belt still visible on her wrists. And only now did she realize — Zevlor had come inside her. And she hadn’t stopped him, because damn it, she wanted it. And so, a wild, satisfied smile spread across her face.

“Tav, I…” his voice was low, tinged with something bitter. Tav didn’t look at the tiefling, but she was sure he was once again the “refugee leader” everyone was used to seeing. The Hellrider Commander of Elturel had stayed on the other side of their shared climax.

The girl smirked at her own joke, one that had only played out in her head. You didn’t say things like that out loud to a man you still planned on having more fun with. In the near future.

“It’s fine,” she finally glanced at him — he’d already straightened his clothes and was reaching for the damp cloths left untouched since treating her wound earlier, “I liked it. Really. That was… fuck! Can’t even find the words.”

“Brutal,” he snorted, and the word carried his displeasure with his own actions. Did he really regret giving in to her provocation? “And... too rough. Judging by the marks on your body.”

Tav let out a noisy exhale, suppressing her irritation. The last thing she wanted right now was an argument. Pushing herself up on her elbows with some effort, she squinted, giving Zevlor a long look. He looked so ridiculous and miserable right now, like a schoolboy caught with his hand in his pants. Tav smirked as kindly as she could.

“I enjoyed it. That should be enough, yeah?” she reached out, placing her hand on his cheek. Zevlor reacted instantly, nuzzling into it like a big cat, then pressing a kiss to her palm, “Don’t overthink it. We both wanted this — exactly like this, exactly now. And it was damn good.”

“Yes. Well,” the man took a deep breath in and out, then kissed her hand again — this time on the wrist. He shook out the cloth he’d been holding this whole time and reached for her, carefully dabbing between her thighs, now smeared with slick and spend, “Let me take care of you. And then… I’ll speak to Netty about our little… ahem incident.”

“As you say, Commander. As you say,” Tav grinned, catching his almost embarrassed look, and flopped back onto the cot, letting him clean her up.

She stared at the ceiling, rubbing her sore wrists — bruises already blooming where they’d been pinned. She liked this… hidden side of Zevlor. And the fact that she’d managed to draw it out with a little erotic maneuvering? Intriguing.

Tav licked her lips, dreamily biting the lower one. Oh, the marvelous discoveries Baldur’s Gate surely held for them — their shared destination, even if they’d take different roads to get there. If, of course, they had the strength to make it. And as for whether they would? Tav had no doubts.

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