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[the-astral-sea]

Bite marks and bruises (Raphael x fem!Durge)

I have this vision, this fantasy, that the only one who could keep Raphael on his toes and charm him is a pureblood Bhaalspawn. Their similar, chaotic and absolutely twisted personalities would clash yet work incredibly well together.

OC named Dolly, a pureblood Bhaalspawn, the last of her name. She is a high elf sorceress but it doesn’t come up much if at all. Imagine her how you want!

18+ TW: kidnapping? slight torture, death, threats, intimidation, adult content. Really cute vibes between Raphael and Dolly though. Sexual tension. Smutty. I absolutely love how this story ended up.

“Againagainagainagain!” Dolly cried out manically, garrotting a disheveled man and forcing him to walk slowly across a floor of conjured spikes, relishing in his screams and pleads for mercy.

She had caught him peeping through the doors of a brothel, muttering to himself about how the girls were not worthy of his coin, but worthy of his attention. Had she been a normal citizen, she would have simply reported him to the Lady of the house and had him kicked out of the establishment, but Dolly was far from a normal citizen. Bhaal’s blood coursed through her veins and urged her to enact justice in a far more brutal fashion - especially to those she deemed unfit for society. It was no more than a normal night for her, seducing men like this, leading them to her chambers and carrying out her twisted will in a gory and gruesome manner. His cries echoed throughout her chamber; it was music to her ears. “You! You were a very naughty boy. Now crawl.” She demanded gleefully, tightening his leash to force him on all fours as the spikes rendered his kneecaps useless, causing him to then fall flat on the ground, pierced by a hundred hungry pikes. As he lay there, bleeding out, Dolly felt a wave of satisfaction wash over her, a smile tugging at the sides of her mouth as she admired her work with a contented sigh. Bhaal would be exceptionally proud of her artistry today. The way she made this pervert suffer was beauty in its purest form.

Feeling warm and achieved, she gracefully moved to her desk where an unopened bottle of mead sat awaiting her touch. An expensive bottle of exceptional quality and age, stolen from the room of one of her previous victims as a kind of reward for herself. She opened it in a state of reverie, leaning back on her quilted chair as she poured the sweet, indulgent liquid into a silver chalice. Notes of honey and thyme tickled her senses as she inhaled the nectar, “mmmm, why thank you whats-his-name” she mumbled to herself as she took a sip of the drink with her eyes closed peacefully. The taste was as delicious as the smell, coating her tongue in a myriad of rich flavours that could only be compared to heaven in a bottle.

As she opened her eyes to read the label on the bottle, she realised that she was no longer in the familiar comfort of her room. The usual pleasant smell of blood and incense was replaced by the aroma of brimstone, old parchment and cherries. Her desk had been replaced by a large imposing dinner table, littered with a multitude of fruits and desserts. Although unfamiliar to her, she quickly deducted that this must be somewhere in the Hells. Where else could be so inviting, yet so unsettling? And smell so weird? “You could have at least brought my mead here” she shouted, her unshakeable voice bouncing off the high ceilings. Dolly was genuinely annoyed that whoever transported her here hadn’t given her that luxury after all the hard work she’d done today. In a huff, she stood up, kicking the chair back as she began to examine what other alcohol she could snag as she waited for her captor to appear, no doubt in her mind that they would make a massive entrance in attempt to intimidate her. Unfortunate for them, Dolly was not easily influenced, and took it upon herself to look over the drinks curiously, sitting right on the middle of the table as she selected a vintage red wine, tugging at the cork with her teeth.

It was really wedged in there and her frustration grew at the situation she found herself in. “Come onnn” she pleaded to the bottle as if it could hear, pulling at the cork again with her teeth. Just as she lost patience and was about to smash the bottle on the ground, the large ornate doors swung open, revealing a very angry looking Devil. His skin was red like blood, her favourite colour. His wings, scaled and bat-like, spanned the entirety of the door frame. His horns, curled and shiny, made his imposing form reach around 7 foot. Dolly felt her cheeks flush, not out of fear, but out of desire. Although she had never met Raphael in the flesh, she immediately recognised his presence from tales she had heard in dodgy taverns and books she had read.

“What’s this? A mouse in my hou-” he began with a booming voice of authority but was rudely cut off by Doll, “yeah yeah. Mice, cats, fucking doves or whatever. Can you open this?” She enquired, holding out the bottle she had selected from his table. He momentarily appeared taken aback, staring curiously at this elf, this killer, sat crossed legged in the middle of his table trying to tug open his finest cabernet. A mischievous look crossed his face as he attempted to continue, aware that his ignorance of her request would only piss her off more. “In my house. Where the hopeless reside, you will abide by my rules. Behave. Are you not wondering why I have brought you here?” His voice was low and charming, inquisitive and intrigued. “Judging by the set up, it looks like a dinner date. It’s rude to keep a lady waiting, you know” Dolly winked, completely unphased by his theatrics as she motioned to the bottle once again. The devils jaw tensed at her complete lack of regard for his dominance. Usually, mortals would be trembling in fear, sat shaking in their chair as they revered him with terrified eyes. But not Dolly. No, she was like naughty pet climbing on the furniture with no regard for anyone but herself.

It was clear that Raphael was seething yet he remained visibly composed. Making it too obvious that she had already gotten under his skin would give her pleasure, and he did not want to give her the satisfaction. With elegance, he sauntered over to where she sat and uncorked the bottle with ease, pouring them both a large glass, a twinkle in his eye as he spoke calmly and unaffected by his bubbling anger. “You know, you have cost me greatly with your little… display of the macabre… earlier this evening” he hummed, “the man you were so quick and eager to kill was about to sign a contract with me, he was of great influence and would’ve been a valuable asset to my will” his hand tightened around his drink as he spoke, a subtle sign hinting at just how unhappy he was in this moment. Dolly performed a sympathetic look, pouting solemnly at the devil between sips of wine with a hand pressed to her heart.

“Maybe you should make your future partners wear a big glowing sign that reads ‘do not touch, property of hell’ or a ridiculous hat that’s reminiscent of your horns?” She suggested, tilting her head in feign seriousness.

Unable to hold his rage inside for a moment longer, Raphael threw his cup down and grabbed Dolly by the throat, his long fingers wrapping around the circumference with ease and his clawed fingers digging into her flesh. He expected her to drop her charade, convinced that truly she could not be this unhinged. Surely it was just an act. He wanted to see her apologetic, scared and trembling, but instead she let out a soft moan. This reaction took him by surprise and he loosened his grip, shoving her aside before letting go completely. A giggle escaped her mouth, which then turned into uncontrollable laughter. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist” she managed to choke out between fits of laughter whilst nonchalantly kicking her legs as they now dangled off the side of the table, the plates that were once there now sprawled out on the floor. Once she had settled down, her tone shifted to one of seriousness for the first time since their conversation started, “Honestly, I’m sorry for ruining your chances of making a deal with that man. I’m a bhaalspawn babe, killing people is just what I do.”

Raphael’s demeanour changed at the words ‘bhaalspawn’. Suddenly it made sense as to why she was so fearless, so carefree and wild. This wasn’t just any killer, this was the daughter of Bhaal himself. Renown for killing her siblings to gain favour, known across all realms for her talent and terror. ‘Mistress of the night’ some called her: she moved in shadows, never caught, rarely seen. There was probably just as many scary stories told about her as there was him. His lips curved into a devilish grin at the revelation. It was reassuring to know that he hadn’t lost his edge, she was simply just unbothered by it. As was her nature.

“Ah, the infamous Dolly? Had I known it was you, I might not have dragged you here after all” he chuckled. His large frame turned to face her and he offered out a hand, helping her down from the table to lead into a different area of the huge house. The walls were a deep red, spanning high to meet the ornate golden ceiling. Windows larger than the two of them combined, revealing the stretching planes of the Hells beyond. Rosewood floors and intricate rugs lay atop them. Beautiful opulent chests, large paintings, and chaise lounges decorated the area. Dolly looked around in awe, casually holding onto the Devil’s forearm like it was the most normal thing in the world. He guided her to a balcony where two velvet chairs and a small round table stood between them, gesturing for her to take a seat so they could continue their conversation in a more intimate atmosphere.

“Now, I don’t usually let people off easily when they so savagely brutalise my potential clients” he began, voice laced with disapproval, “but for you” he spoke again, a slightly softer tone than before that made Dolly’s eyes light up, “I will make an exception”.

“So, no riddles about mice, cats and doves?” She smiled, pushing the boundaries a little bit. After all, who would she be if she didn’t continue to annoy him ever so slightly?

“Where did you get doves from? I don’t believe I have ever mentioned doves” he stated with an uncharacteristic smile. It wasn’t a manipulative smile, or one that held any mischief or malice, he just found her strangely intriguing and slightly odd. Everything she’d said since entering his house of hope had kept him on his toes and yet… for some reason he found it endearing. It was unfamiliar to him but not unwelcome - to find such interest in someone other than himself.

“Oh… anyways, I have a feeling you aren’t just letting me off the hook? That’s not what you do” her questioning sent his mind into a spiral. He genuinely was planning on dropping the whole thing, but this presented an opportunity for more and he couldn’t turn that down. “Right you are” he leaned back in his chair, pouring them both another drink and turning his head to smile at Dolly. “It’s not a deal. There will be no contract. Just an offer, a business proposal, if anything.” The words were spoken with an undercurrent of imperilment and Dolly narrowed her eyes as she awaited his next words. “I’ve heard of your exploits for many moons, but to see the way you performed today was a treat. I caught the tail end of the whole ordeal before transporting you here. It should’ve been obvious then that you were Bhaals revered baby. I’m embarrassed that I didn’t catch on sooner.” The admission dripped off his tongue like honey, “How would you feel about joining me? I make contracts; you have fun with those who don’t comply?” His offer sparked a flame within Dolly. With Raphael at her side, the whole world could be her playground, she could go anywhere, do anything. “I must admit the offer is tempting. So what’s the catch?” She enquired, sensing that there was more to this than he was letting on. He didn’t need the help, he had been killing and cutting deals for centuries. There was something deeper at work here. This was personal to him.

“What a clever little dove you are” he hummed, causing Dolly’s cheeks to shift to rosey hue at the new nickname. “I admit it. I have grown bored of working alone, living here with nobody to challenge me or stimulate my mind. It’s monotonous, and I am anything but” his words were laced with danger and lust, eyeing her like a five course meal, undressing her with his eyes. He held all the cards. Dolly knew this and she did not like it. She knew that his offer came with the expectation of agreement, it was closer to a demand than a real choice. There was no doubt that at this point, he wouldn’t let her leave until she gave in. How dare he turn her into a blushing mess, foaming at the mouth at the promise of murderous exploits beyond comprehension. Her silence was deafening as she stood up from where she sat, offhandedly strolling back inside the house of hope at a slow, suggestive pace. Within moments Raphael was on his feet trailing behind her expectantly. Although she had her back to him, she could sense his growing frustration at her lack of response, a teasing smile forming on her face with every ghostly step. She was toying with him just to see his reaction. If he couldn’t handle her misbehaviour now, how would he cope later down the line?

The pair walked silently through the halls for a few moments, her steps zig zagging just to see if he would mimic them, which he did. Raphael knew what she was doing, but he was enjoying the challenge her presence demanded. Dolly circled around to sit back down on the balcony outside, making sure to seat herself at the chair her red bodied acquaintance was on moments before. “What was that?” He sighed, taking the opposite seat.

“What was what?”

“The adventure you just took me on in my own home”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about”

“You’re infuriating, little dove”

“Thankyou.”

The pair sat there with Raphael’s offer hanging heavy in the air. There was no longer the expectation for an immediate answer after Dolly’s playful reaction forced patience. More drinks began to flow and so did the conversation. In no time at all they were onto the next bottle, sharing stories of past revelry and horror, Dolly’s giggles awoke something in Raphael that he had never felt or experienced before, his deeply buried human side rearing it’s long neglected head at her enthusiasm. The more she spoke, the more the devil appreciated her deranged sense of humour, “There was this farming family, who lived just outside of Baldurs Gate, that had been knowingly selling diseased lamb meat to poor families and making them sick” she mused, drawing Raphael into the story, “so I get hired as a farm hand right? I polymorph his wife and children into sheep, mark them for culling, and I’ll never forget the look on his face as their mangled bodies fell out of the mincer. He only realised what had happened once he found a toe and a wedding ring! That was all that was left” she howled with laughter. Raphael chuckled to himself at the depravity of it all, fixated by how sick she was. By now he was utterly besotted with her, silently hoping that she would agree to his request willingly. He couldn’t help but notice the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders so fluidly, how her eyes radiated warmth despite being the most cold blooded killer he’d ever met, the way her smile made dimples appear in her cheeks. She was an image of delight. Lost in thought staring at her, he was only brought back to reality when she spoke again. “As lovely as it is out here, I wish I could put my feet up”. As quick as the words left her mouth he snapped his fingers, an eternal debtor crawling on their hands and knees ready to be used as a footstool. “Aw, how sweet” Dolly smiled, taking the opportunity to use them accordingly with a contented exhale.

Hours passed in merry and flirty conversation, wine still being shared between them in a constant steady flow. Eventually, Raphael noticed the ‘footstool’ peeking up Dolly’s dress, “my my, you fool. Don’t you know what this Little Dove does to creatures like you?” He tutted, but Dolly cut him off before he could take the exchange further. “Hm I don’t mind, the poor thing can look and toss and turn all night thinking about it” she sighed dismissively, waving her free hand. Raphael, however, was not satisfied with this response, “No. Nobody in this house of hope should be seeing what’s underneath those pretty little garments of yours” he hissed, “except for me, of course”. This statement made Doll’s heart flutter in her chest, her desire for him deepening at the very suggestion. The so called ‘footstool’ let out a whimper as Raphael stole the luxury of his sight, blinding him for the rest of eternity in one swift motion. To Dolly, it was one of the most romantic acts she’d ever witnessed. “Who’s to say you’ll be seeing me out of my ‘pretty little garments’ hm?” She teased, blowing Raphael a kiss with a wink. “Will I not be?” He chuckled, anticipating a cocky response but being met with an unexpected sincerity as his little dove brought her glossy lips up to his ear, leaning across the table to give a clear shot of her cleavage that made him stir. “You will if you play your cards right” she purred, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple before retreating back to her normal sitting position. Momentarily, the devil was tongue tied. He’d never been lost for words before, for a second he thought he might be dying. For some reason, the only words he could muster were “do you like art?” He kicked himself at his sudden awkwardness, trying to regain composure as he continued “I saw you admiring my paintings earlier. If you like art, I have a whole gallery waiting to be explored. Some of the pieces are nearly as beautiful as you”. Good save. He could finally breathe again. He held out his arm, an invitation for Dolly to hold it like she had done before, an invitation she gladly accepted as they leisurely began to stroll to the gallery, passing a multitude of lost souls along the way. His arms were firm and hot to the touch, and she was close enough to smell the brimstone, musk and cherry scent on his infernal skin. The aroma of cherries overpowered her senses, she wondered if he tasted like them too. Not that she was going to bite him of course, though the thought did cross her mind, and she was curious to see if licking up his cock would be a fruity treat. She shook off the sin quickly, but not quick enough for it to pass by Raphael undetected. “Shouldn’t you be admiring the artwork, Little Dove?” He smirked. “I thought I was” she retorted innocently.

Wandering around the gallery was a spectacle of flashy paintings, iconic sculptures that had mysteriously ‘vanished’ decades ago, classic weapons used in historical battles. It was truly a sight to behold, a luxurious experience reserved only for those held in high regard by the charming devil. If this was his way of wooing Dolly, it was certainly working, especially when she saw an organised pile of bones labelled ‘Mistress of The Night’s first kill: the remains’, as she looked upon it she felt a sense of nostalgia and turned her head to look over at Raphael, a hint of bashfulness upon his sharp features as if he had forgotten it was there. “Didn’t realise you were a fan” she giggled, finishing off the last of her wine and stepping over to him with reverent ardour that made him visibly loosen. “I’d kiss you if I could reach” she quipped, their height difference making it impossible for their heads to align even when Dolly stood on her tippy toes. Without a word the towering devil in front of her got down on one knee in one graceful motion and pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. Tongues fighting for dominance and the taste of alcohol strong on their lips. The flavour lingered long after they parted, sending waves of desire coursing through them both at a dangerous velocity. They stared into one another’s eyes for a moment longer than necessary, their need to explore each other unspoken yet painfully apparent. Dolly grabbed his head and dragged him down for another kiss, this one even hungrier and messier than before as she let out a soft moan against his lips, silently begging for him to take her there and then. He was no mind reader, but he knew exactly what she was thinking because he was thinking it too, his desire for her had long since reached its boiling point. The hours of shared laughter echoed in his head as he replayed every interaction again and again. If he didn’t act now he felt as if he would explode. In an elegant swoop, Raphael lifted Dolly up, her arms comfortably looping around his neck like they’d done this a million times before. He marched her over to the bedroom, ordering Haarlep to entertain himself elsewhere with a deep, commanding tone.

The succubus abided with a curious look in its eye. The master of the house didn’t entertain guests this way, he got Haarlep to entertain them instead. Raphael never slept with anyone except himself. But truth be told the devil had grown bored of it, he just hadn’t liked anyone else enough to change that. He therefore put in minimal effort, often leading to Haarlep calling him a bad lay when in reality he was just lazy. Sleeping with Haarlep was just self pleasure with extra steps, he thought. Tonight, it was time for someone new. Someone he hoped would join him time and time again. Someone of which he could never bore of.

“I will not lie to you. It’s been a while since I’ve touched the flesh of a real woman” he stated matter of factly, not as a display of shyness but as if to explain his slight uncoordination in regards to Doll’s lack of tail, wings and horns. She sat on the edge of the bed as Raphael unlaced her dress extremely carefully, his claws only catching her back when it was intentional. Every touch made her melt under the warmth of his skin, every slow movement of his hands undressing her felt like foreplay in itself. The fabric fell off her body delicately, revealing a figure made for the indulgence of Gods, or Devils in this case. She spun around to face him, his expression a picture of pure joy as he took in the view, pupils blown like a drug trip. His breathing hitched as she crawled her way up the bed, pushing him down backwards to sit straddling his big, muscular frame. Her hands shook with excitement as he began unbuttoning his shirt, then the rest of his clothes, removing the pieces one by one until he lay bare beneath her. Cock already solid. Begging to be used.

“I’ve never lay with a devil before, can I use your horns like handlebars while I ride you?” She asked expectantly, her request making Raphael’s eyes widen in anticipation. “You most certainly can and should”.

They went at it for hours, cumming over and over again in unison, their thirst for one anothers bodies seemingly unquenchable. That was, until Dolly physically couldn’t it handle anymore. She had taken him roughly and deeply, and felt hollowed out by the end of their final session. Her body now decorated in bite marks and bruises.

“Oh dear, what a mess we’ve made of you my Little Dove” his words were velvety and smooth, spoken between kisses trailing from her shoulder to temple. “I simply can’t let you sleep like this” his words brushed over her as he got up from the bed, carrying her exhausted frame over to a large bath in the centre of the room where he slowly lowered both of their beaten bodies. As the water touched her skin she felt the familiar tingle of healing magic, a much welcomed relief to her aching bones. “Fuck that feels good” she breathed, settling in to Raphaels arms with no difficulty at all. Much to her surprise, aftercare was second nature to him, proudly caressing her as he worked soap around her limbs, allowing her to completely relax as he took control of the moment. The entire night had been astonishing, a tale bards would sing about for eons to come if they heard of it. Two heartless beings, well and truly intoxicated by one another’s existence. Twin flames burning like hellfire.

Raphael noticed Dolly nearly drift off into a deep meditation at his touch, a fact that made his once stone heart pound like a war drum in his chest. “Come, let us rest” he lulled, guiding her out of the bath and drying her off, the temptation to once again have his way with her bubbling beneath the surface as he moved. He told himself that there would be other nights to enjoy such pleasures, but truthfully he was still unsure if she would agree to work with him. A possibility that stung deep inside his core, but one he would reluctantly accept if that was her wish. Dolly smiled up at him as he carried her to the bed again, placing her onto the soft feathered mattresses like she was the most precious thing in existence. He wondered if anyone had ever seen this side of her before, he was certain that nobody had seen this side of him. She was a brutal, relentless murder machine, yet here she lay angelic. He climbed in next to her, enveloping her in his colossal wings, craving to feel every part of her body against his hot flesh.

“I think I’m going to enjoy our partnership” she confessed barely above a whisper, half conscious as sleep welcomed her in. Raphael’s sharp toothed smile immediately lit up his face hearing these words, but he could not express his true feeling of conquest without threatening to disturb her peaceful form. Instead, he simply let out a low growl and pulled her even closer, revelling in the feeling of acceptance and relief, breathing in her scent like a drug.

🍒 I fucking LOVED writing this! Let me know if you want more Raphael or a part 2 please 🍒

[the-astral-sea]

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.

[the-astral-sea]

Confessions

Hello! This is my first Gale fic, I haven’t written anything in a long time so it may be a little rusty but I hope you enjoy!

Gale x (resist) The Dark Urge. Fem reader. Angsty vibes that turn into cute vibes. This is set after you try to savage Gale in the night.

You awoke from your trance-like sleep, head pounding and wrists burning from the thick rope that was used to restrict you. Memories of the night pierce into your skull, causing your heart to drop and stomach to churn. “I’m so sorry” you whisper, refusing to look up at Gale, who was standing tall in front of you.

“Welcome back to the land of the lucid. Where explanations are owed, if you don’t mind” he sighs, and through your peripheral you can see he is holding a knife. You lift your chin up, eyes still half lidded and refusing to meet his gaze, expecting him to slit your throat there and then. There would be no objection on your part. This urge was too much, it haunted your every step, your every breath, every thought was tainted by the possibility of this thing, this creature, lashing out and taking what little you held dear straight to the Hells. You closed your eyes fully now, but the icy metal never touched your skin - only the restraints still scratching against your wrists.

“I hinted at these the urges before and you acted like it wasn’t a big deal. There’s something inside of me that screams bloody murder, Gale. I’m terrified of losing control, I almost lost myself completely tonight” your voice is quiet and composed, but your inside feel like they’re on fire, you’re struggling to choke down the acidic bile threatening to force it’s way out of your stomach and onto the floor. You don’t even wait for him to respond, you just walk away in shame, throwing your bonds into the crackling fire. A mixture of embarrassment, horror and guilt weighing heavily on you. He sighs loudly behind you but you do not turn around, you just continue your short journey back to your tent for some sleep.

Morning came around as it always does, though it was hard to tell exactly when morning was in the shadow cursed lands. “Is she still asleep?” Karlach enquired, her voice waking you from outside of your tent, “It would appear so. She’s probably too ashamed to face us right now, but give it time” Shadowheart replied, her voice kind and understanding - as it often was since the two of you had gotten closer. “I get she’s working through some mega dark shit, man. But I need her out there with us today, she’s bigger than whatever this… thing… is, I can’t have my favourite witch giving up now”. The response brought a flicker of a smile to your face, though it didn’t last long as you recalled the events of last night and the regretful way in which you’d handled things after. Still, Karlach was right. The least you could do was join them on their perils today to try and redeem yourself. Groggily and wearily, you opened up the tent, stepping outside with shaking legs and a rare lack of grace.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite little killer! I’ve seen you take down all sorts of things, what a shame you couldn’t finish the job with Gale” Astarion laughed, causing Gale to shove him in what you assumed was a half-playful, half-serious reaction. “I’d rather not talk about this right now. All I can say is that I’m sorry, I would never, ever, harm any of you out of my own free will”. Gale rolled his eyes and mumbled something under his breath at this statement, his gaze not once meeting yours as he prepared breakfast. You didn’t expect to get a plate, but even in his anger Gale was never anything but Gale: kind and generous, even when it was understandable to be the complete opposite. He handed you a portion of bread and cheese, his eyes darting around to look at anything but you. “Thankyou. And once again, I’m so sorry, Gale”. He cringed at the words, looking as if you’d just kicked him in the chest with your apology, still refusing to see you. All you could do was eat in silence whilst keeping a respectful distance before getting changed, grabbing your staff and preparing to head out into the world with Karlach, Gale and Astarion by your side.

The first half of the morning was spent searching for information about Ketheric, fighting off the odd shadow or three. Admittedly you were off your game, your spells only hitting their targets half of the time. You were usually prideful in your accuracy and skill. “Come on Solider! That ugly bastard nearly got me good there” Karlach shouted, finishing off a shadow wraith after your fireball flew straight past it’s head. “Please, I was nowhere near you darling” Astarion chortled, causing you to laugh for the first time in what felt like forever. His sense of humour and utter disregard for all things serious was a welcomed energy on days like this. Gale, however, was less than amused. He marched right up to you and grabbed your wrist, “we’ll be back in a minute” he stated, dragging you away from the others before you could object and into an abandoned camp a little further up.

“What in the world is going on with you? You’re flailing around like a headless chicken out there. I understand that you’re battling head monsters, but out here we’re fighting literal monsters and frankly you need to get it together, Sorceress. I get that you don’t like me, and that your urge probably told you to get me out of the way. But you like Karlach and she almost died at the hands of your clumsiness a second ago. I can’t believe yo-“ you cut him off before he could finish his scolding, “what do you mean I don’t like you?” your voice came out louder and more pained than you’d anticipated, tears welling up in your eyes as you continued, “is that seriously what you believe?”.

“Well, yes. Of course I believe that or I wouldn’t have said it, would I? I see the difference in the way you talk to me, compared to - I don’t know - Astarion for example. You’re quieter. More reserved. It couldn’t be more obvious” his eyes finally met yours, the deep sadness within them palpable. You blink away your tears, swallowing loudly in order to contain the urge to cry. You’d been on the road with Gale for a while now and in that time you’d fallen deeply in love with his charm, skill, wit and appearance. One look from him was enough to turn you into a blushing, babbling school girl. He had completely misread your actions. You treated him differently because you actually cared about what he thought of you, and it was frightening. You were more ‘quiet and reserved’ because he made your brain transform to mush. Half of the time when he spoke, you couldn’t even focus on his words, just the way his hair always seemed to remain perfectly soft despite the sweat and dirt from being on the road. The way his eyes sparkled when he got excited. The way his lips turned to smile when he greeted you, and how they always looked so inviting.

“Gale… I tried to kill you because I care about you more than I care about anyone else here. More than I care about anyone else in general, actually. The dark urge came to me in the night, talking about how I was going soft, mocking me for resisting my nature for too long. It wants to cause me pain, and what better way to achieve that than by forcing me to hurt you?” Your words came out stuttered and choked, the confession making you want to sink into the floor, anticipating a rejection that would hurt entirely too much.

The rejection never came.

Instead, his gaze softened, as if he finally understood why you spoke to him the most often but always said the least. His lips curved into that familiar coy smile that you loved so much. “I’m flattered?” His voice was laced with relief, but uncertainty lingered in his gaze. “You should be. I don’t think I’ve ever let myself be this vulnerable, certainly not as far as I can remember, at least” he pursed his lips together, as if trying not to beam at your words or let himself show too much emotion. You couldn’t really tell. “I’d understand if you were scared of me, I fear I have done things most mortals would only have nightmares about”. The words fell from your lips solemnly; admitting your nature was no easy feat, especially when you’d done everything in your power to go against it for so many weeks. In a way it felt like a soul crushing weight had been lifted, to finally speak your true thoughts and emotions. But it was tough. You try to read him, his body tense and his eyes wide, but there was a cautious smile on his face.

After what felt like an eternity, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss had taken you by surprise and you accidentally bit his lip, then stood on his foot, as you pulled away apologising. Your mind had been destroyed not too long ago, so this was basically your second ‘first kiss’. You’d most definitely had lovers in the past but you couldn’t remember their faces, couldn’t remember their names or recall a single detail about any moment you may have shared with anyone before. There was no wonder you reacted so poorly to this sudden display of affection - but it was not unwelcome. “Well, it’s not the first time you’ve tried to bite me” he chuckled, moving his hand to brush through his hair as he looked at the floor, clearly uncertain on if he’d just made things awkward and completely blown his chance. He was only laughing about it to try and ease the tension. Refusing the let the moment pass, you pulled him into another kiss, this time deep and slow as he moaned into your mouth upon contact. As if by instinct, he placed his hands firmly on your hips, his fingers digging into you as your own ran through his hair. It felt so natural, like you’d known each other in every lifetime. Your mouths moved in perfect synchronicity, drinking one another in. The taste of wine still lingered on his lips from the swig he took at breakfast.

Once the kiss finally broke, his entire aura had shifted. There was no sign of discomfort, no sign of uncertainty, he actually seemed to stand taller, more confident, more self assured. He kissed your forehead sweetly: an action that made you weak in the knees. A walking bomb and a blood thirsty fool was an unlikely pairing, a dangerous one, even. Yet you never felt so at peace, so sure that you were on the right path to redemption with him by your side. “Thank you for hearing me out. I promise I will not let you down” you spoke every word with purpose, fully intent on keeping your promise. Instead of responding with words, he simply moved in for another kiss. This time it was hungry, it felt like weeks of pent up emotions pouring out of him, out of both of you. He picked you up and sat you down on a half collapsed wall, deepening the kiss eagerly. Any remaining doubts and nerves that usually ate away at you slipped into oblivion. You broke apart from the kiss feeling triumphant. Worthy. Accepted. The urge had been a black cloud hovering over your head for so long, poisoning your confidence and making you feel like happiness was lightyears away from where you stood. Now it was all out in the open, and Gale seemingly accepted you, you had never been so sure of anything or anyone in your life. You were on the right path. A good path.

“Whatever burdens you, I will stop at nothing to see it vanquished” the words were like honey dripping from his tongue, his eyes dark and determined. “I have loved you since the night I told you of my condition. You never questioned it, never once faltered or made me feel less than, you just helped. I will be by your side to do the same” he never once broke eye contact, never even blinked as he made his vow. You would’ve gotten on your knees there and then had Karlach not come to check on you.

“I see you two made up” her booming voice cut through the sexual tension as she approached, “we need to head back out, there’s plenty of time to finishh…” she paused for a moment, taking in the sight with a grin, causing you to realise that Gale was still holding you close, his hands now resting happily on your butt, “finish whatever… this is… later. Fucking hell guys, it’s about time”.

It was about time indeed.