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So after what I did to you guys last week, I really think we need more of this...

Zevlor and Dammon are boyfriends now in this series, and I thought it might be fun to give them a toy to play with. Tav will make an appearance, and this will be my first m/f/m title. I wish I could animate that. Hnnnngghhh...

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Sleep paralysis demon... yeah, that works. The guy who scares the bejeezus out of you, bangs you silly and then apologizes afterward.

a man that looks like a horrid creature? A gnarled tree? A withered crypt keeper? A glowing eyed phantom? A fanged sleep paralysis demon? Did you mean a humble suitor? A learned gentlemen? A chivalrous cavalier? An attentive confidant? A generous lover? A-

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Absolute!Zevlor

CW: Violence, Non-con.

Avoid if it's going to make you uncomfortable. I felt a little icky writing it, but it's just one of those things you have to get out of your system. There will probably be 3 parts, but I have other stuff going, so I can't estimate a timeline.

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Um... hi, Daddy...

Tagged by @the-biggest-soup for this tag game which is good bc im an orphan. Let's see who my new parent is..

🥁 🥁 🥁 🥁

Image credit to @dark-and-kawaii 💕

❗ Who the fuck is surprised but now this makes things really awkward.... Sorry father I cannot look you in the eye 😔

Peeps to tag uhhhh @trashcritter @manicpixie-tieflingboyfriend @tiefling-enjoyer @foreignobjecticus and anyone else who wants to get a new parent (first fictional character in your camera roll) 🤙

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Zevlor in the Ascended Astarion role is 🔥 🥵

I made him even more craggy and gave him facial scars and dark around his eyes.

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I know I was supposed to finish this yesterday, but someone got me too tipsy to type and made me read it out loud. 😳 Spicy Zevlor x Dammon

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*trips and drops these on tumblr* oops ♡

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You're walking through the woods in the dark and suddenly see this. What do you do?

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This one is very nsft from here on out, folks. Read at your own risk. Dammon enjoyed Avernus despite looking and acting like a boy scout, so you know that he's a freaky motherfucker. I also made him bigger (I mean, he's a blacksmith, c'mon) and ignore tiefling teeth when they're inconvenient. Maybe not exactly what @dark-and-kawaii was asking for, but it fit the scene.

There is a pump room in the back, and he starts the water flowing and strips down, splashing the cold flow over his legs. He pulls the tie from his hair and fills a small bucket, dumping it over his head as you kick off your pants. He glances at you but then looks away. You’d been naked together many times, but usually with others present, and today he seems… shy. You take the opportunity to admire the shape of his body. His muscular back and shoulders, narrow hips, firm thighs, and tight bottom beneath the swaying tail, and wonder what the hells has gotten into you. You really want to get your hands on that twitching red appendage, though, and your hands flex, thinking about the exact way you would touch him, if he would only let you.

You lean against the wall, looking away as he turns, wrapping a towel around his waist. “All yours,” his voice is a bit husky as he passes you, and you wonder if he noticed the inappropriate nature of your regard. You go and wash yourself quickly, not bothering with a towel and returning to the inner room of the forge, where Zevlor is pulling clean clothes from a bag on the workbench. The light filters dimly from narrow windows, the big doors of the forge shut today, and you see him tense as you approach, but he doesn’t turn.

Now or never, you tell yourself and slide your hand around his shoulder. He flinches, and you chuckle. “Watch the horns. You know, I think I noticed something today. When you were on your back out there, with me on top of you… I could swear that you liked it.”

He clears his throat but stops sorting through the bag. “I hardly know what I was thinking. I was trapped under a bloody heavy blacksmith at the time. Lack of air… I was…” But you feel him shiver as you move closer, sliding your fingers up his neck. “Dammon… what are you doing?”  But still, he doesn’t turn, doesn’t move to stop you.

“That’s not an answer.” You lean your head around his horns and kiss the other side of his neck, lightly. “Tell me you didn’t like it.” You tighten your grip, “tell me you don’t like this, and I will stop.” He says nothing when you flick out your tongue and slide it across his warm, wet skin. You press yourself to his back, feeling his heart beat faster when you kiss higher, sliding your other arm around his middle.

You hear a soft moan, but then he stiffens, gripping your hand on his belly. “Dammon… what is this? You can’t seriously want…”

But you do want him, and you continue, pulling him back against you and curling your tail around his leg. “Tell me to stop, Zevlor,” you whisper in his pointed ear, feeling him shiver again. “Just say you don’t like it and we can forget the whole thing.”

He whimpers a little when you nip him again, squeezing your hand. “I can’t. I… no, please don’t stop.” You grin against his neck. You have him.

You growl and let yourself become more aggressive, licking and sucking at his throat, pushing your crotch against him as he trembles, making lovely little sounds of pleasure. You release his neck and move a little, letting your fingers trail down his back, caressing his spine and wings. “I’ve had a crush on you for years, Zevlor. I just never knew how to say it. But today, when you were lying there, gasping, with your legs around me, I decided that there must be a more pleasant way to get you breathing hard.” Your hand continues lower, and on the word “hard” you slip your fingers into the towel and wrap them around the base of his tail. “You don’t know how sexy you are, do you? How hot you make me.”

“Fuck.” Zevlor whispers the word, lifting his tail a little and releasing your hand, but you stop with a chuckle, ignoring his grunt of disappointment.

“I know you’re used to being in charge, Commander. But I’m the boss today. You’re going to do everything I tell you, and you’re going to love it.” You reach around and capture both of his hands, pinning his wrists in one of yours and holding them against his chest. You yank the towel free and let it fall before resuming your grip on his tail. He gasps when you squeeze. “When is the last time someone touched you like this?” You begin to stroke rhythmically, pulling him a little way from the table.

“I… don’t… it’s been years, I… gods, yes.” His hips are shifting, and you know he’s hard now, big red cock probably twitching, but you’re so delighted in his neck, feeling the groans and rumbles through your lips that you don’t bother to check. His hands pull against yours, trying to escape your tight grip. “Please, I need...”

But you shake your head, “I know you can come just from this. I have. But I have to do it… just… right. The beauty of having another tiefling, a man, put his hands on you. Don’t worry, I’ll give that pretty cock lots of attention later, but right now I want you to concentrate.” You speed up, moving your fingers in circles against the sensitive underside until he’s shaking against you, thrusting, obviously getting close. You are rock hard as well now, but you content yourself with just pressing your erection into his hip, feeling his heat rise and his breathing become labored. “Yes... That feels good doesn’t it? Come for me, Commander. Do it now, let me hear you.” You are whispering against his throat, eyes closed, loving the beautiful moans and whimpers, moving faster, harder, rolling your hips a little with the enticement of his pleasure. He’s almost there… almost… you sink your teeth into his neck with a groan and he yelps, hips stuttering as he shoots his load into the air, struggling a little to endure the intense sensation. After a minute, you slow, holding him against you and licking at the wound you made, waiting for him to recover. Finally he sighs and lays his head back on your shoulder. You stop, releasing his tail, and grin, straightening and relaxing your grip on his wrists.

Zevlor staggers a bit, but grips the edge of the workbench, still twitching slightly. He pulls himself erect finally and turns, opening his mouth to speak, but you silence him with your lips, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him fervently, feeling that need rise further when he lets you plunge your tongue inside. He curls his arms around your neck, pressing himself against you. You roll your hips, pressing your weeping cock to his hard belly, your body crying out for the sweet sensation. He pulls back to look at you, the fire raging in his eyes. “Shall I return the favor?” he asks with a little grin.

You nod and turn to lean against the table, “On your knees.”

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I want Zevlor and Dammon to be boyfriends. I think Zevlor needs praise and Dammon needs to give it to him.

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we don’t talk enough abt the fact dammon canonically enjoyed being in avernus. dammon you weird fucking freak (affectionate) whats wrong with you people DIED en masse.

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“Oh, I don’t know, Dammon. I beat you at that last week as well. I wouldn’t want you mad at me. I might get scared.”

You are grinning now, too. “I think you’re scared right now, old man. You know I’ve been studying you. I nearly had you last time. What’s wrong? Don’t want a black mark on your perfect record?”Zevlor snorts and puts up his sword, then shrugs. “Never was one to refuse a challenge. Very well, kid, do your worst.” He cracks his neck and limbers himself, then moves back to the center of the dusty yard, pulling off his shirt. The way his red skin gleams with sweat in the sunlight…

You shake yourself and shrug out of your own damp top, going to stand in front of him. He looks at you expectantly, his orange eyes amused. You feel a deep-seated urge to wipe that little smirk off his face. In whatever way you can. You reach out to grab at him, and he evades you, but it's just a test. He is far too quick, you know. You need to get him in close. To get your hands on him. He lunges next, but you don’t step back, instead allowing him to grab your wrist. He tries to twist, but you move with him, sidestepping, turning, bringing him in close and using the proximity to catch him around the waist, aiming to compromise his footing. Amazingly, it works, and the pressure on your arm eases. But Zevlor is quite flexible as well, and he releases your wrist, bending back and getting a foot up to your thigh, breaking your grip with a shove. He staggers back, seeming slightly impressed.

“You’re strong, boy.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet. Again.”

He circles, concentrating now, and when his hand flashes out again it’s a backhand grip, presenting the side of his body to you, pulling you alongside him. You try a similar maneuver, but he has you figured out now and he ends up behind you. You jerk your hand up, turning slightly, managing to grip his wrist, aiming to throw him, but suddenly his legs are around your waist, holding your arm behind you. But you have a grip on him now and you’re not letting go this time. You pry at his legs with your other hand, trying to dislodge him, but he’s ridden beasts far larger than you and his you feel your ribs creak, staggering, as he flexes his heavy thighs. But his grip on you wrist is slipping with the sweat, and you grin.

Before he can react, you whip your tail up and curl it around his shoulder, yanking him backward as you release your own grip. His upper body comes unstuck, and you lurch with the change in gravity, barely keeping your feet. He has no choice but to release his legs from round your torso, flipping himself over, and you turn to see him just straightening from the graceful maneuver. But you are already on him, pinning his arms to his sides and lifting him from his feet, letting yourself topple over and hitting the dirt with him beneath you. His legs grip you again, but now your greater weight is an advantage. You jerk one arm free and grab his wrist, lifting yourself slightly to shove his hand between you and pin it under your chest. You keep the pressure on him, lunging to press your forearm beneath his chin.

You have him. Your maneuvering was clumsy and unpredictable, but that’s what broke his concentration. His face is inches from yours, your pelvis against his holding him down. You are grinning as he squirms, dropping his legs to try to thrust up. Those powerful thighs raise your body, but you hold firm, beginning to apply pressure to the front of his neck. He tries again, but he can’t free his arms, and his legs are useless spread around you like this.

“Tap, Zevlor. Use your foot.” You feel his chest hitch, trying to draw breath, but you’re cutting off his air. He struggles once more, trying to push with one leg, to roll you, but you bring your knee up and brace, counterbalancing his attempt. “Tap, Commander, you’re going to pass out.” You almost don’t want him to. The feel of his body against you, his thighs around you… but he does. You hear his heel strike the ground twice and release the pressure. He gasps for breath, closing his eyes. You stare for a moment at his parted lips, his sweaty face.

“Alright, I tapped.” He wheezes, “let me up, you win.”

You grin. “I’m not sure that I will, just yet. I think I prefer you like this.” Zevlor seems to suddenly become aware of the rather compromising position, helpless beneath you in the dirt and stills, swallowing. A tense moment passes, and your smile fades as you look at his mouth, considering. He seems stunned, and his pointed teeth indent the full bottom lip.

Not yet. Not here in the sweat and dust, like this. Gradually, you ease yourself from him and turn to sit next to him, panting a bit with the recent effort. He pushes himself to a sitting position as well and brings his knees up, leaning his elbows on them and coughing, rubbing at his neck. “You’re getting better.” He laughs hoarsely, coughs again, and climbs to his feet with effort. You rise as well, your smile back. He looks at you again before shaking his head. “I think that’s enough for today. I need to wash off this grit.”

You nod, collecting your clothes and the weapons and leading him into the forge.

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OK OK sorry for teasing. I'll just leave this here. You can just guess, it'll be finished tomorrow.

You barely dodge the bright flash of steel as it hisses through the air in front of your chest, staggering back and lifting your own higher.

“Don’t drop the point! I’m not above giving you a nice scar if you don’t do your best.”

You are breathing hard, trying to parry the flurry of blows that aim to slice your skin. The other man is smaller, lighter than you, but almost freakishly quick, and none of your clumsier strikes ever get close. It’s all you can do to keep him from gutting you.

Not that he would, but still.

You’re getting angry now, and with that comes sloppiness. A few more seconds of this and you’ll be finished. He seems to sense that and slows, showing you his form, spinning the bright blade, grinning. You grit your teeth and go for another slash, but he sidesteps, and you feel the flat of the sword smack against your shoulders, barely catching yourself before you tumble face first into the dirt. You whirl, but you’re just in time to catch the pommel crack against your forehead and sit down hard. The point appears at your throat, and you look down at it, holding your bleeding brow and groaning.

“Yield,” you grumble, and the older man chuckles, immediately grounding the tip of his weapon and offering his hard, clawed hand. You take it and let him pull you to your feet. He steadies you, then pulls your palm away from your forehead.

“Not too bad,” he is calm now, barely breathing hard. “But I wouldn’t want you to end up looking like me.” You hiss at the cold flare of power and feel the numerous little nicks and scrapes close, the pain vanishing in an instant.

You take a deep breath and blow it out, trying to slow your pounding heart. “You’re just too fast, Zevlor. I can barely see what you’re going to do, much less counter.”

Zevlor shakes his head. “I have you to thank for that. These swords are so very light. I’ll give you a moment. If you want to try again, that is.”

You grunt. “Not on your life. I might make the damned things, but I’ll never be as skilled as you are. Maybe another day.” You twist your mouth in a little smirk. “How about unarmed?”

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OK so now that I've gotten all that crazy out of my system, here's the newest chapter of Fire, Ice, and Darkness. This one is pretty dark and angsty and I still have Absolute!Zevlor to finish, so a little smut break was necessary.

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I don’t know if this is allowed but………….

Zevlor would totally cum in his pants if you teased him by toying with his tail. Especially if you gave it a lick

*winks then giggles and runs away * (ᗒᗜᗕ)՛̵̖

Hmmmmmmm well I am working on something a little different. I think his partner might know exactly how to do that. ;)

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I've been feeding Zev a lot of pretty girls lately, but the guy needs some variety. I'm not telling you who I'm giving him yet, but there's a lil hint in this meme about what's going to happen to him. (Not including the gangbang)

I MISSED ZEVLOR DAY I feel awful

I want to bend him over the table and rim him until his knees shake. I want to kneel in front of him and show him my own Oath of Devotion. I want to give this man every single bit of love I can muster because gods above he needs it.

I also want to see him punished in a massive gangbang of all the other (adult) Elturians.

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Zevlor Sex Drive HC.

OK, so I've been thinking about our sexy old legend a lot recently (obviously), and I've decided to explain how I understand his needs. Just... I mean, just look at the guy.

I can't be arsed to format anything, but w/e, you get what you get.

He's really shy at first and doesn't want to burden you with his desires, but when he feels more comfortable, he will indicate his needs in subtle little ways.

He's too much of a gentleman to ask for it outright, but you see the hunger in his fiery eyes as they travel over your body. The way his sharp teeth indent that delicious lower lip, his claws digging into his palms trying to control himself.

He loves to make out. He can kiss you and touch you for as long as you can take it before you get too hot and absolutely attack him. When he learns how to turn you on there's no hope of resisting.

Maybe at first, he comes too fast, he's been starved for touch for so long, but he's able to perform multiple times in any given day. He has amazing stamina and really strong legs, so once you have released that incredible pressure he's able to go for hours.

He needs... needs sex, on the daily. It makes him feel attractive and wanted. He's damaged, and being inside you, or having you inside him, makes him feel loved.

Once he is really comfortable and knows you want him however he likes, he's not picky about the setting. He'll take you anywhere. In bed, bent over a table, up against the wall. He'll pound you into the dirt if that's what's available.

He likes everything. Blowjobs, hand jobs, dry humping. He loves when you play with his ass. Your fingers, your tongue, your cock if you have one. He whimpers so sweetly when you stretch him there. He can come from that alone.

He can also get off from going down on you. And with that long, forked tongue... (it isn't in the game but we the people have decided it and so it shall be.) He's good with you sitting on his face or grabbing his hair or horns and fucking his throat, whatever the case may be.

Zev isn't picky about gender or appearance. As long as you want him, he thinks you're beautiful.

He loves when you caress his horns or his tail. When you touch the ridges on his body, or complement his eyes. He isn't exactly ashamed of what he is, but he's been insulted so much that it makes him really happy that you appreciate his infernal attributes.

He's big. Like, long, heavy, thick, with prominent ribbing. He's been thoroughly blessed by the cock gods. I think it's pretty much universal fandom lore now. He is aware of that, and always afraid of hurting you. And he does, but you like that, don’t you? You'd never tell him that it's too much, even if it is.

He's also really strong. He's not the biggest guy in body, but he's so fit, and has been for so long that he can easily hold you down or throw you around even if you're heavier than him.

He likes to bite and be bitten. Not into pain that much, but he considers it love bites and likes leaving marks on you. He is embarrassed about it but he enjoys the taste of your blood.

He's ready at a moment's notice if the two are alone. He can get hard at a light breeze.

He's not an exhibitionist, but he's fine if nobody can see and you try to be quiet. He'll get shy about public displays of affection.

He always thanks you afterward, even if you're the one who's quivering, covered in sweat and half-wrecked from the pleasure.

He's big into aftercare. He likes to hold you and soothe you as you tremble in his arms. He'll get you a drink or a cloth to clean up with. He can also heal any damage he's done, which eventually makes him more likely to take kinky risks, if you’re enthusiastic about your desire for that.

Slight edit because I forgot...

Favorite position: I know this is vanilla, but, missionary! He likes everything as I said, but he really loves being on top and being in control. He's fine bottoming, but he wants your legs around his waist, wants to put his weight on you, to look into your eyes. That just feels very romantic to him, and you know the guy is just hopeless. It won't be that bad. He's not very heavy. I imagine him as being about 5'8 and lean.

In conclusion, yeah, I'm down bad. I can't help it, and I'm not sorry.

Note: there's a little hint of what I'm working on now up there somewhere. Something I haven't included in any of my Zev stories yet. Be afraid.