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THERE'S A LONG MOMENT THAT PASSES OF SILENCE , THE BOILING OF THE WATER CHURNING BELOW DISTURBED ONLY BY HEAT . Then, after a breath, a massive tiefling barbarian comes breathing through the surface, like a beast of fables from some foreign coast. Soaked in water, steam rapidly rising off of her - engine glowing like a beacon in the dark of night. Illuminating her figure in the dark below, shoulders heaving with her laugh as soaked black tresses as thrown over her shoulder. She gazes up, cupping her hands around her mouth, and she howls up at her companion.

" Aye! Come on, soldier, the water's fuckin' amazing! " She calls up, boisterous laugh leaving her once she sees that unknowingly lethal tiefling leave the edge - and go careening into the water below. Her hands defensively raise to cover her face from the water, a bubbly and rich laugh leaving her broad chest. She starts to drop her hands, expression brighter than ever - COMPLETELY IGNORANT TO HER COMPANION'S MACABRE DESIRES . She straightens up, laugh tapering off into just a soft chuckle, and the water surrounding Karlach has significantly heated. She uses that opportunity for a golden joke.

" Careful Duri, I made a warm spot. " She chuckles, goofy grin splitting wide lips, and she drops her steamy palms into the water. Then, without promoting, she suddenly splashes a wave towards the unsuspecting tiefling, a playful look in her eyes. " Here, have a taste! " She barks out another giddy noise, tail poised up with her teasing demeanor. It was so playful - AND FOR A MOMENT , SHE FELT LIKE THAT INVINCIBLE GIRL AGAIN .

IT WAS A LONG WAY DOWN . At least a forty foot drop, if her eyes were anything to trust. They usually were. She peers over the edge, down to the water below that she is certain is deep enough. Clawed hands slide beneath her top, peeling it away from her body, and her smallclothes follow just as quickly, thrown into a haphazard pile or crumpled clothing to join Duri's. Her eyes slide over, a response resdy on lightly chapped lips - but all words die as the other tiefling strips off her clothes, taking her gaze over her companion's body. But, she tore her gaze away just as fast, a light cyan color flushing in the barbarian's cheeks. She chuckles to herself, dismissing the thoughts - because this is her companion! Don't make it weird, Karlach! She shakes it off and clawed hands drop to her breeches, though she keeps those on.

She tended to go commando in the Hells, and still hadn't broken that habit - so she would spare them both the awkward interaction of that and kept them on. She kicks her boots, to join the accumulating pile of camp clothes, before she gives an eager nod of a horned head. Her chest blazes with excitement, her current state of dress leaving the full infernal engine on display, glowing in the dark of the night. AS IF SHE WAS A BEACON UNDER THE STARS . " Nah! Nothing that complex, Duri. It's easy - watch 'n learn. " She winds back, flashing a grin, and offers a cocky wink.

" See ya at the bottom, soldier! " And the hulking tiefling barrels towards the edge of the cliff, laughing boisterously as her feet slap against the grass and rock - before she flies off of the edge. She howls in excitement, careening over, and falls far into the basin below. THE SPLASH THAT FOLLOWS MATCHES THE SIZE OF THE BARBARIAN WHO WENT JUMPING IN .

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8 from MAKURAOKAWASU

【 SMUT PROMPTS NO . 1 】 - @makuraokawasu

TRUTHFULLY , KARLACH HAD FULL INTENTIONS OF WAITING TO MAKE THIS A LITTLE MORE ROMANTIC . She absolutely had planned to go out on a nice date, take her little Robin-egg out for a night on the town, show her all of the beautiful sights of the Gate she remembered - but that had gone right down the drain. The moment Dammon had installed that second engine upgrade for her, fixing the faulty mechanics that kept her from touching, she felt her glowing eyes immediately shift to Robin. Making full contact, something excited and needy and proud in her gaze... While her little companions seemed to darken all the while.

One kiss. One kiss was all it took, before they were pulling each other away from camp. Karlach kissed like she never had before, so fucking desperate for the taste of that shifter on her lips, desperate for those claws to be raking down her back. desperate, her own claws rapidly unlacing her clothes, throwing them aside, kiss after kiss leaving two equally breathless women. THEY MAY HAVE LEFT CAMP , BUT KARLACH PITCHED A TENT OF HER OWN . . . It wasn't anything well disguised, should someone's gaze linger too long against her infernal leathers. The tiefling was by no means small in any capacity - and that involved the annoyingly stiff length that drooled and weeped with glowing pre, oozing down from the tip, following down ridge after vent embedded into her shaft. Regardless of them being in the middle of the woods, in the thick of the Shadowcurse, Karlach made no effort to be quiet.

A giant red hand was clasped over Robin's mouth, clawed fingers teasing into her lips slowly, as she rams her hips against the other woman's. Bending her over a long since broken and abandoned fountain, a tribute to Selûne that was long past recognizing - like that would have stopped her. Still, the tiefling was a little big and wasn't trying to force her way in - throbbing cock shoved between her thighs, allowing her companion to feel every desperate inch this way, grinding it incessantly against her wetness. Her low, rough moans against her ear are far from restrained - and her other hand eases her claws against Robin's scarred side slowly. " Fuck. You have no idea how long I've wanted you like this. Needed you like this. Been thinkin' of how perfect your body'd feel in my hands. Gods be damned, you're gorgeous. " Karlach praises in her rough voice, pleasure firing through her with every thrust - HARDLY COGNIZANT OF THE GLOWING MESS SHE'S SMEARING AGAINST LITHE THIGHS .

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A gift for you Soldier, unwrap it while it’s hot …

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KARLACH HAD A SMILE THAT WAS MOST CERTAINLY INFECTIOUS . She tips her head in a friendly manner, close - yet no where near close enough to set her little bard friend ablaze. She didn't want to produce any crispy critters, certainly not out of her adventuring party. Her smile had pulled from amicable to a touch wary - her trust wasn't as good as it used to be. Still, she had nothing to fear, hopefully... But even then, it wasn't particularly Yunae she didn't trust. It was that damned book. People had lost their souls for less. Maybe it wasn't the person so much - but the object. Damned cursed things. And it had piety of the worst variety scrawled all over it.

Pointed ears perked at the offer - and the tiefling raised a brow up at the offer. Still, she didn't decline, and shifted just a touch closer - ENOUGH FOR YUNAE TO FEEL ALL THE HEAT OF THE HELLS AT THEIR SIDE .

" Mmm.. well, if y'seem so certain about that, can-do! Just know that if I snag that creepy book out of your hands, it's probably going up in flames. I won't be able to calm myself enough not to torch the damn thing if you start wiggin' out on me. " The tiefling advises, her tail picking up slightly to be poised into a better position, indicative of her current disposition. Glowing gold curiously survey the book - AND A CLAWED HAND LINGERS AT THE READY .

" . . . HUH . " It wasn't a great reply, or a smart reply, by any conceivable means. But it was the first thing that came spilling from her lips, regardless of if she meant it, or not. Yunae did make a pretty good point, about the classification of things. When it came to companions, the barbarian tended to be a little more flexible, a little more easily convinced. This was derived from trust - and Yunae earned that. She liked them quite a bit.

" Experience is a pretty good fallback. Just.. as long as you're careful. And don't let Astarion slide his little corpse hands all over that book. I could see him eyeing it up like I would a frosty pint, aye? " She chuckles, blazing eyes still focused on it for the briefest moments - before they glide up to meet their eyes again. TO FIND GAZE STILL FOCUSED ON THE BOOK BOUND OF FLESH BENEATH .

" Just promise me you'll be, I dunno... Careful with it? Pretty please? I've seen good people get corrupted for less, y'know... AND I ' D REALLY HATE TO LOSE ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE TO MY OWN AXE . "

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A TIEFLING'S HORNS WERE A VERY SACRED THING . They were extremely picky about who could touch them, and even more so about prolonged contact. Karlach was one such individual - and it was considered a privilege to be allowed to stroke, caress, or much less grasp onto them. But her pretty little lover was given permission to all of her body, to touch whatever she wanted. Using her horns as devilish little handles was all the more arousing, admittedly, so having a hand desperately tangle in wild locks while the other gripped her unbroken horn like a lifeline was utter bliss. They weren't particularly sensitive, but were absolutely a point of pride.

. . . THAT MADE ZARIEL'S CARVINGS INTO HER HORNS ALL THE MORE VIOLATING .

But that wasn't the time to be thinking about that. Karlach couldn't think of anything, at the moment, besides Luna's pleasure, and her own overwhelming wave of satisfaction. Releasing every drop from her aching balls, desperately abused by this point, forcing out as much as they could. Thank the gods for this second round and its intensity, because she wasn't sure she could go another round immediately. The softening of her pulsing cock was indicative enough, as she slowly collapses atop the self, panting into the crook of her neck. Mindlessly, breathlessly, she nuzzles into the flesh, canines scraping gently along the flesh. MARKING HER . It was a mindless gesture, one she hardly even considered, and something her body had done moreso out of instinct - as if it were doing something she was supposed to be doing.

And Luna... Well, her pretty elf had a leg wrapped around her hip to keep her close. Karlach had no intention of pulling out - not unless she had been requested to. Slowly, the massive woman rolls them both onto their sides, body protectively curling around the cleric's own, and she slowly presses their foreheads together. Cooing words of affirmation breathlessly, her lips pulled into the happiest smile, her body coming down from the most delightful pleasure. Those kisses to her head made her giggle breathlessly, returning the sweet gestures along her neck, her jaw, her cheeks, nose, eyelids, ears- anything she could feasibly reach. " Mm, look at you, my sweet little dove. " The tiefling rumbles, thick hands sliding down to rub at her hips tenderly, thumbs stroking against her belly reverently. " So full. I love you. You're just... Breathtaking. These little marks, like constellations... IT ' S LIKE YOU WERE MADE FOR ME . "

SHE HAD WAITED TEN YEARS FOR THIS . Ten years in Faerûn, but her body went through so many more in Avernus. For her time passing in the Hells, it was closer to forty-three, if her count was right. So many painful years of abstaining from sex, and touch, and all of the things she didn't realize she treasured so dearly when she was just young. She waited so long for this, and wasn't about to let a single moment go to waste. She positions her head against the bed, broken horn nearest Luna's face, as her lips, teeth and tongue bust themselves with the flesh of her throat. Eagerly suckling and biting, though not nearly hard enough to puncture skin. It was all about an added sensation, an added pleasure, as drool levees her mouth from the stunning sensation of her hips jogging forward. Only ever pulling at most two inches out, before cramming herself back in. Basking in the heat, the panting, the glow, and the obscene sound of squelching from between them. Glowing seed trickling down the ass her heavy sack bounced against, and rushing over the fingers that rub and toy with the sensitive little bud peeking out between swollen lips.

Dribbling down her stomach in the most arousing way, that just a peek of her gaze downwards could perceive, and the tiefling could feel the twitching of her impatient cock, already prepared to burst again. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, groans and growls of unrestrained pleasure leaving her lips freely, as her hips desperately slam against her again and again. The bed creaking from the sheer force, hearing those sweet moans spilling from supple, kiss-bruised lips, the noise of their bodies meeting again and again - and Luna's breathless whisper of her to erupt. To fill her again, consequences be damned like they were the first time. Karlach had begged for it, as selfish as it was - but Luna allowed it. She would have pulled out, had the elf told her no . . . KARLACH WAS SO THANKFUL SHE DIDN ' T . Her thumb moved with a little less coordination, as her heavy breathing cranked up, but never stopped it's motion against her swollen bud to bring her over. Karlach was a pleaser - and she probably always would be, when it came to those close to her.

Smoke poured from blazing vents, thick plumes rising from her shoulders with increasing volume as rigid red hips desperately stammer. The center of her chest glows, ribs outlined with the bright luminescent glow of the blue. Her eyes clench shut, face scrunching in concentration, and her other hand scrabbles up to grasp onto her hip. " Luna, gods baby, I'm-! " Is all the warning she gets, before both of her hands find the priestess' hips and she drags her up. Pulling them flush, freezing in place - expression twisting with delight as a roar of satisfaction rips through the barbarian. The smaller woman was so tight, delicious walls milking her in exactly the right way. That was all it took for a second hefty load to fill her, spilling over when combined with the first. Her head falls against the bed, broken horn nearest Luna's, and she desperately tries to catch her breath. SHE FELT WARM AND SATISFIED DEEP IN HER BONES - BUT NEEDED TO ENSURE THAT LUNA FELT THE SAME .

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HOW IT WAS POSSIBLE FOR SUCH HANDS THAT HAVE SOWED SUCH GRIEF TO SHOW SUCH AFFECTION WOULD HAVE BEEN A MYSTERY - had it been from anyone but Karlach. Slender, yet equally war-witnessed hands find their place against her shoulders, against the burns, the vents, red flesh mapped in stories of nothing but agony. But even still, Karlach smiles - even still, after suffering through the Hells, after she experienced just enough to ruin her - she smiles. She grins. She laughs, and jokes, and showed this gentle side. She's so fucking gentle with Jaheira.

Every step sends them swaying to the left, to the right, and she grows closer, inch by inch. Only a breath away as they speak, as her hellfire warmth encapsulates both of their forms in the hearth of her engine. There was no missing the movement of the Harper's attention - and her engine sang with pride. Pride, that this half-elf seemed to be having similar thoughts. THEIR EYES MET AGAIN - AS DID THEIR WORDS . Their hearts, though Karlach lacked a physical one, met slowly, and clawed fingers carefully curled around her waist, tracing the material of her shirt, and part of her wondered what she would find, should it slip beneath. Muscle? Absolutely. Freckles, scars, stretch marks? Truthfully, she would worship every inch, because Jaheira did hold a special place in her heart. It may have been misplaced, praising the druid as a hero like she did, but maybe it wasn't.

TONIGHT WAS A NIGHT TO MAKE MISTAKES .

The sound of the music wasn't even reaching her ears anymore. It was impossible to hear over the closeness of Jaheira, the scent of the older woman filling her senses, the sound of her voice, those weathered hands against scarred flesh - and before she knew it, her head dipped, head tipping slowly to the right, and those slightly chapped lips of hers brushed the other woman's. A slow, tentative gesture, waiting for some sort of rebuttal. But... when she received none, no push, no resistance, her cyan tongue flickered out anxiously to wet her own lips, and she moves in. A full, slow kiss, her slightly crooked nose brushing against the other woman's in the languid motion, and the barbarian's lips slot against the Harper's. A smooth, breathless gesture. AND THAT WAS A SURE ENOUGH SIGN THAT THIS WAS NO MISTAKE .

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" HA - that's the thing, ain't it? " Karlach snorts, her hips swaying and her tails swaggering as she dances, feet moving with a practiced groove to the sound of the band playing in the back. A club she used to hit up back in the day - and this band hadn't lost their sense of rhythm. She had already downed enough ale to tranquilize a steed - but she kept on drinking. The tiefling was well beyond tipsy at this point, and she grabs Jaheira's wrist, pulling the woman in. The sound of the tavern is booming and loud, dazzling lights of magic cast across the audience, and the boom of the drums ring true in her soul.

" 'Ol Rusty here keeps me from getting hungover - so I'm ready to make some bad fuckin' decisions tonight! Now, cut your yappin' and start that tappin'! " She pulls the half-elf in and spins her, pulling her in and pushing her away - a tango, though a bit sloppy and fast paced. SHE ' S DONE THIS BEFORE .

" C'mon, Jay, dance with me! " She laughs boisterously, finally releasing her wrist, to shake her shoulders and bounce back and forth on eager feet. With all of her time spent grooving and moving, Karlach was a rather good dancer, and had a great natural rhythm. " Oh, man! These guys were my favorite back in the day - Serendipitous Talon is such a banger! " She barks, and honestly - KARLACH HADN ' T LOOKED THIS ALIVE IN YEARS .

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THE SHARRAN HAD SUCH A WAY WITH WORDS . She somehow knew just what to say, and exactly how to say it. Her manner of speaking was so fluid and so precise, and her manner of tongue alone had riled the tiefling up in all the right ways. There was a chance that Karlach was just needlessly horny... And that chance was probably the case. Who wouldn't be, after forced abstinence for decades? It was enough to make every copper piece shine like gold. It was as if she hadn't ever seen such a pretty sight before - her glowing eyes widening in the dark of night, engine alit with excitement, her tail wagging behind - even if she tries her best to keep it still. She can't help the way her eyes rove Shadowheart's slender form - taking in every single delicious detail of pale, flush skin, and otherwise flawless curves. Her mouth dries out. What the hells does she even say?

" Fuck, you're pretty. " Is all that comes dumbly spilling out, and it's far more breathless than she intended. Braid swaying in tandem with perfect hips, perfect for squeezing, sauntered closer and Karlach's tail suddenly went pole-straight. Now, that pretty little night orchid was only a few breaths from her, standing in all of her nude glory, with that lovely fragrant scent of sandalwood and incense. She didn't mean for her eyes to darken with lust as they did - but there was no helping it. SHE COULD HAVE DROPPED TO HER KNEES AND WORSHIPED THIS WOMAN LIKE SHE DID SHAR .

Her teasing little tug of her bottom lip quickened the rumble of her engine, and in that moment, she felt she could have died happy, if her damn death sentence heart gave out right then and there. But, luckily for her, the hellfire was far from quenched, and her claws immediately moved to her own infernal leather top. AS IF THE DAMN THINGS WERE POSSESSED . Puppets of the Sharran's gaze, as they pulled free her top and cast it to the side, and she wasted no time for her own braisser to join the pile. Calloused fingers grasped at the laces of her breeches, pulling them free with a small tremble to her hands, working around the uncomfortable tent that had sprung in infernal leathers. Fingers slide back to unclasp the fabric cut and wrapped around her tail, and she shoves the pesky garments aside.

Now, the tiefling stood just as bare as the day she was born, a hand attempting to poorly cover her half-stiff member, cheeky grin splitting her lips. A small puff of smoke leaves her shoulders, and her fangs sink into her lower lip in turn. " Ha, yeah? " She comments, still a bit breathlessly - AND SHE ' S STILL REELING OVER BEING CALLED SOLDIER BY SUCH A PERFECT WOMAN . Gods, she was in for it now.

" Well, uh... How 'bout I go in first? Make sure there's no, uh, sharks or anything. " The massive woman chimes, eyes still glued to her form, before she slowly winds around Shadowheart's body - oh so close to touching, yet just far enough away. She won't burn her pretty skin. Gods, the things I would do to her... But she doesn't linger on those thoughts. They had a bad habit of showing in her body language, and her hand wasn't quite big enough to conceal all that. She steps around, before sinking one foot at a time into the water, steam rising from the contact. Slowly, she makes her way deeper inside, previously cold water bubbling all the while - UNTIL IT LOOKS MORE LIKE A HOT SPRINGS THAN A POND .

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SHADOWHEART HAD A SOFT SPOT for tieflings. Blame it on her long lost and forgotten friendship with Nocturne , but her affection for Karlach has been undeniably growing despite herself. The cleric's void heart refused to feel for anyone or anything , so poorly misguided into Shar's teachings , but the barbarian has proved to be one impossible not to love. And this she tended to achieve rather naturally , leaving the Sharran defenseless and vulnerable, without the ability to hide behind any kind of armour or shield.

Her bra had been tossed to the ground , and she had turned to face her observer.Karlach was standing there , gawking at her flustered and Shadowheart's smile thrived upon her pale features , for the way the tiefling was watching her made her feel like some sort of deity . And the thought of being worshiped like this, rather than worshiping others, excited her. To the point that instead of sending the 'intruder' away , Shadowheart continued to remove the last pieces of clothing to indulge in her midnight swim.

Her head tilted to the side , and her smile beamed softer than ever as she continued to move under the moonlight , petite frame on display with the pair of fiery eyes on her tits , glaringly obvious.

" Need I?, " The cleric reiterated walking up to the other, smiling and dauntless. "Well, I guess I could use some heat whilst I indulge in my dip. Just as long as you don't venture and touch me...," The tug of her teeth at her own bottom lip suppressed a small chuckle as emerald hues wandered all over the other one's perfectly shaped and muscled body , on her turn, " Nonetheless. I don't see any harm in touching yourself, soldier."

Yes, the fire betwixt them was setting her senses ablaze, undeniably.

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IT REALLY WASN ' T A SURPRISE HOW KARLACH DECIDED TO SEEK HER OUT . She was one to check in with all of her companions - and was even more attentive with her lover. She didn't mean for her words to come out that way - but it was true. Beth was cloistered away in her tent, and that just wasn't what the tiefling wanted to see. So of course, she peaked her head in - and saw how gloomy the nosferatu was. The barbarian let herself in, tail swaggering behind her, and she plops down against Beth's bed, palms settling against the material. She hums for a moment, contemplating that response - before she shrugs her shoulders and reaches a hand out to settle it against the undead's hip. Her thumb strokes her side tenderly, but does nothing more - unwilling to disturb her.

" Huh. You don't think people pity you for falling for a woman who is gonna burn out any day now? " The tiefling responds with a low murmur, and it's dark - yet there is no lie in her words. Her engine could give out at any moment, feasibly - and denying it to a herald of the undead was just foolish. SUDDENLY , SHE DOESN ' T CARE ABOUT INTERRUPTING HER ANYMORE . She tightens her hand on her hip and gives her a tug back, damn near pulling the undead into her lap.

" If I had a copper for every time someone told me I should raise my standards, I'd be swimming. " Karlach chuckles, lips already twitching up into a smile. " Wouldn't be the worst thing I've been judged for, honestly. And just to show you how much I don't give a single fuck - I wanna take you out on a date. A REAL DATE . "

"I want you to see yourself how I see you."

Hands momentarily halt in her craft, long ears beginning to lower in pity. The glowing, levitating skull remains animated in place, awaiting further instructions from its master — but nothing comes.

“ …I want to see myself the way you see me as well. “

A quiet murmur, unable to face the tiefling.

“ But I cannot.

And you, my lovely dear — should raise your standards. People will pity you once they piece together that you are infatuated with a rotting corpse. “

And she resumes her craft.

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EMBERS GLOW IN THE WARM CENTER OF KARLACH'S ARTIFICIAL HEART . Despite it all, she seems relatively relaxed - always taking some time out of her day to just... Indulge. Indulge in the feeling of being outdoors. Being under the stars. Being free. Gods, she was free again. She still was riding that high. At her companion's comment, Karlach's lips twist into a grin and she chuckles low, warm.

" Gotta say, that makes two of us. " She quips, rolling her head up to gaze at Rakatak - really taking in her features. That grin still tugging her lips, though it slowly fades to something a little softer. Tracing her companion's profile, silent admiration brewing behind molten gold, before she turns her eyes back up - AS TO NOT BE CAUGHT STARING . " I'm damn glad I've got you to be soldiering on with. Makes the marching less dull, y'know? " She hums, allowing that comfortable silence to settle in between them.

... Though, it wasn't meant to last. There it was - the one thing she was trying to avoid. The one thing she was trying to avoid, because the only 'solution' Dammon offered was the one damn thing she was running away from. She sucks in a sharp breath involuntarily through her nose, and her hand raises to lay flat against her chest. Feeling the growl of the engine beneath. Desperate for Zariel's cruel fucking attention again. " ... Yeah. " Karlach replies, and it's uncharacteristically quiet. She's uncomfortable, and can already feel her expression dragging into a frown. She breathes out deeply, as if shaking away that anxiety, and her tail flickers nonchalantly. " But let's not linger on that, aye? No need - NOT WHEN THE STARS DESERVE OUR ATTENTION TONIGHT . "

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The hobgoblin’s nose wrinkles at the pet name she just can’t seem to shake regardless of who’s saying it, but the irritation is soon washed away by Karlach’s agreement. She hums softly, providing tacit approval of the sentiment - the bitter end certainly seems to be where they’re all headed unless they can figure out how to revoke a man’s immortality.

“And I am ever fortunate to have you slavering at my back to be set loose on our adversaries. The road ahead may be difficult, but I imagine it would be more so if not for the fury of Avernus.” A low, rumbling chuckle of her own escapes Rakatak, and she turns her eyes back up to the stars.

“…I have been thinking. About what that forgemaster said - Dammon? It seems as if our timeframe is shortening. We will have to be more assertive in our application… more than we were already, even. That engine needs to be repaired.”

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CHILDISH OPTIMISM WAS THE DEATH OF IT ALL . It always was, wasn't it? Karlach could relate to that. She could relate to the ignorance, this idea that she was absolutely untouchable, invincible in her early days. Oh, to be that girl again. She could feel the agony in her story, recalling these tales of details Karlach had never heard before. It was always some simple and quick reply - but this was far more in depth. Bethanne was spilling her guts, metaphorically now and maybe a little more physically then, so the tiefling was sure to remain attentive through it all.

She didn't know too much about vampires, or anything like that. It wasn't really her strong suit. She tended to know more about devils and all of their scheming machinations - but she was too well aware that not only devils tended to plot such gruesome outcomes. Her expression softened a touch, spite touching her expression for a moment, and she sighs heavily. She never believed much in the gods - none seemed to acknowledge her prayers, desperate as they were, when she was being tortured and enslaved. THINGS GOT BETTER WITH TIME , BUT HER DISTRUST OF THE GODS NEVER SEEMED TO WANE . There were certain things people were just supposed to fear - like it was ingrained in them to do so. Undead was one of those things - yet there were exceptions to every rule. Karlach didn't fear Beth. How could she?

" ... Huh. Soooo you performed? Bet you were pretty good. " The tiefling supplies, unhelpful, before she lays her head against the nosferatu's hip, gazing up at her - and how stressed out she appears, mulling over these details again. KARLACH DIDN ' T HAVE MUCH BESIDES CLIVE - BUT AT LEAST SHE HAD GRAVESITES FOR HER PARENTS. The other woman deserved some closure.

" Hey, I've got an idea. Why don't we go out, get some carving shit and make little gravestones for the names you remember? I mean, that's long since past, but if it'll help you at all, I'd be willing to give it a go. WHAT SAY YOU , SOLDIER ? "

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A light gasp leaves the champion’s lips as she feels the subtle shift beneath piles of animal fur that provides her no warmth — save for the burning friction of Avernus below, the heat lapping at scarred thighs and flickering away the darkness that the nosferatu enjoyed shrouding herself in.

“ What are you doing, you wildfire? Is it not past your bedtime? “

A grumble of ostensible irritation, though the corner of her black painted lips twitch upwards in hidden approval. Bringing a gauntleted palm down to rest upon Karlach’s head, the faint moment of gradual bliss had abruptly been shaken the moment Bethanne felt lips cross over her sensitive abdomen.

“ Karlach — “

Having to remind herself that this was not a touch of threat, the nosferatu hissed the tiefling’s name in warning — the grip on her head tightening to bundle up dark locks between metal crevices,

“ — Be mindful. My scar is there. It never ceases to stop burning. “

And such was true — the peculiar gash on her belly indistinctly glowed with traces of divine light. In spite of the wound being old and scarred up already, it strangely appeared as fresh as the day she was branded with it. And was just as agonizing as well.

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" TEAR YOUR FLESH TO PIECES , FILTHY FUCKING DEVIL ! You'll never take me back there! " The deluded tiefling roars, the rage enough to shake the very floor, and she suddenly shifts slightly. The Hold Person spell cast upon her, keeping her chained to the floor, nearly breaks. The caster, Shadowheart, twists her hand to keep the tiefling chained - and blocks an attack from an oncoming devil with her shield. The hand clasped around her throat digs in, talons piercing into the scarred flesh that was severely burned in the past along the right side of her columned throat. She surges forward, the divine chains tightening around her wrists, keeping her back - but not by much. Her erratic engine flares suddenly, thoroughly scorching Bethanne's gauntlets and plausibly her hand, with all of the agony and sorrow of Hellfire. Blazing hot, thick black smoke pouring out of her vents, as the back of her throat glows orange. Tears, like molten lava, glow and drip down her cheeks as another blistering roar echoes from her overdriven chest.

" You won't take me back! I won't fucking go back! " She rages against the chains, trying to pull away, even as her throat is clutched, attempting to cut off her air supply. The glow in the back of her throat suddenly increases, and in the next beat, the tiefling is breathing fire. HELLFIRE LOOKING TO ESCAPE - AND THE VENTS DO NOT OFFER ENOUGH OF AN OUTPUT . Smog pours out of her mouth where the fire emerges, enough to singe the nosferatu, in a sudden belch of infernal flame. It lasts for only a moment, before she's sputtering and attempting to draw in breath again. Her tail lashes, every vein in her thick arms and throat bulging out, as the gears within her engine start to grind and mash. Teeth shredding in the mechanics, and an agonized scream tears from her lips, blood spilling down her jaw like thick oil.

The spell threatens to break - the concentration it takes to restrain Karlach is far too much. All the while, the barbarian can feel her engine screaming, needing more souls just to keep it together. Needing more coins, needing to beat these devils holding her down into a blood pulp. She won't ever return to Zariel, she won't ever be a slave again. THE TIEFLING IS ONLY BEATS AWAY FROM RIPPING THE LIMBS FROM THE PERCEIVED DEVILS AROUND HER .

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“ Shut up. Shut up before I SLAM YOU INTO AN EARLY GRAVE MYSELF. “

Authoritative words are spat back with wyvern toxin, gauntleted digits pivoting to now dig deep into the calloused flesh of the tiefling. The Gospel holds no fear — it was not as if she had anything to fear, after all. Should Karlach turn the tables and MURDER her, she would simply resurrect within a certain duration of time. Much more agitated over failing to remain with the upper hand, surely, but she would return nonetheless.

Bethanne had a job to do on the mortal plane. She could not afford to lose to anyone — friend or foe. The one thing she truly feared was ultimate failure — an irreversible outcome over negligence and hubris. That would not do. TOO MANY DEVOTEES RELIED ON HER TO KEEP THEM FROM GOING EXTINCT.

“ For FUCK’S sake, Karlach — CONTROL YOURSELF! I have not the slightest idea why you are acting this overzealous — but you need to CUT THIS SHIT OUT BEFORE ONE OF US ENDS UP A MANGLED CORPSE ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD.

AND IT WILL NOT BE ME. “

Her palm squeezes ruthlessly harder, attempting to cut off Karlach’s air flow. The necrotic glow in the oathbreaker’s eyes flare even brighter, warning the other to back down.

“ ENOUGH. “

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Sometimes you've gotta dress your barbarian up real fancy, even if it makes her blush <3

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12) sex pollen . 😳

【 SMUT PROMPTS NO . 1 】 - @shadow-cleric

SHE KNEW COMING HERE WAS A BAD IDEA . Anything involving the Hells was a terrible fucking idea. Anything even remotely close to the smell of sulphur and brimstone, was a terrible fucking idea. But even still, the party seemed adamant on wanting to take Raphael out, in his own home, which in of itself was a terrible fucking idea - but she went along with it. Gods be damned, she went along with it.

... That was how she and Shadowheart found themselves perusing the Boudoir. The group had split to explore different areas, so the two of them used the pass to enter in. Poking around, trying to find any clues as to how to unlock the Orphic Hammer - but the room was questionable. A giant bed, and it reeked of sex. There were no others in this room, however, leaving it vacant of any potential enemies, so Karlach wasn't afraid to feel around for anything that might give them the upper hand. She was messing with several unlabeled bottles on the table - when the back of her hand caught one and sent it careening to the ground. CATCH IT ! " Shit- fuck-! " Karlach stifles the curses, trying to catch it, but she's too slow. It shatters upon impact, and a puff of the strange dust rises into her face immediately.

The tiefling coughs several times, waving her hand in front of her face to dismiss the strange smelling dust swirling around her, before she freezes suddenly. She wasn't sure what it was a moment ago - but she knows now. Her body burned, infernal trousers tightening against her will, and her breathing suddenly grows ragged. Never in her life had she ever gotten hard that fast - and her breath shudders with her exhale. A hand fires out to catch the table, the tiefling keeling over for a moment, her claws ripping into the tabletop that she was searching. Her tail lifts, indicative of her arousal, and she squeezes her eyes shut as this sudden sensation washes over her. She couldn't look at Shadowheart, forcing herself to keep still. It was as if she could pick up the drawing scent of the half-elf priestess, cutting through all of the brimstone and suffering. Gods, she knew coming here was a bad fucking idea. NOW ALL SHE CAN THINK ABOUT IS DRAGGING HER COMPANION INTO THAT BED AND MAKING MORE TIEFLINGS .

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" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

【 UNPROMPTED 】 - @rubistella

" WASN ' T YOU ? " Comes the incredulous question of the massive barbarian, her hands set on her hips in disbelief. She seems to open her mouth a few times, floundering uselessly, before she drops her arms in an exaggerated manner. Then, she flings one arm out towards the dead animals scattered about camp - all strangely drained of blood, it seemed.

" Wasn't you. " She repeats, though less of a question this time, and more of an exasperation. She scoffs, loud and annoyed, before her glare of a golden gaze returns to him. She draws in a deep breath, pulling her hands together, and she presses the heels of her palms into her lips. Pulling her anger in, though her tail did lash with irritation. " Okay. " The tiefling responds, lacing her fingers together, before pushing her gaze back up at the vampire spawn. " Look, Starry, I can be real easy to please sometimes. I really don't ask for much, soldier - just a little bit of truth. It's fine if you sucked these little guys dry, I get it - but gods be damned, did ya have to leave 'em laying around camp? " She huffs, exasperated. NOT ANGRY , JUST DISAPPOINTED . Maybe that was worse.

... Or maybe, he was telling the truth. Maybe it wasn't him. That led to all sorts of startling new issues, if that wasn't the case. " I'll ask you, then. And don't lie to my face, 'cause I can tell, and I'll throw you in the nearest river, burns be damned. Now... DID YOU KILL ALL OF THESE ANIMALS FOR BLOOD , OR WAS IT GENUINELY SOMETHING ELSE ? "

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smut prompt list no. 1

1) classic only one bed, then oh no we’re cuddling in our sleep that then evolves into sex

2) hate fucking

3) friends with benefits 

4) first time

5) phone sex

6) public sex

7) possessive sex

8) sex outdoors

9) gangbang

10) casual threesome between pals

11) cockwarming after a long day in order to calm down together

12) sex pollen

13) high on adrenaline kind of sex

14) make up sex

15) break up sex

16) inexperienced person gets a little “lesson”

17) reunion sex

18) complicated sex with an ex

19) angry sex in the middle of a fight

20) gentle comforting sex

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KEIKO TOUCHED HER . Actually touched her, placed her hand against her leg, and squeezed. Karlach wasn't expecting that. She wasn't expecting any touch, given her very combustible circumstances - and yet, here the Drow was. Freely placing a hand against Karlach, unprompted, fully of her own will. The tiefling was a mix of shocked and absolutely overjoyed. She shifted back, with the shock aspect - and ended up falling right out of her seat. She didn't fall far, mind - but it was far enough for her to scramble for a moment, massive tail flailing in circles, before her broad back hit the ground with an audible oompf. It took merely a moment, though, for the slightly flustered and dusty tiefling to be up on her knees, laughing at the situation, and crawling back into her seat.

Despite the blunder, she was grinning so widely and her shoulders bounced with her enthusiasm, warm chuckle spreading through her chest like wildfire, and all of the stars of the sky above filled her eyes. She allows the laugh to bubble away, as if overtaken by some strange spell that caused such an outburst - but it was merely the touch. A TOUCH . It meant so much. That Keiko risked her hand, risked burning herself, for a little bit of contact. Everyone knows well of her affliction - and yet she chanced another touch, anyhow. She couldn't explain the fast rattling of her engine, like it was about to implode.

" You're ballsy, aren't you, soldier? " She asks jokingly, once the laughter fades off, and her own hand subconsciously lays against the place Keiko had squeezed so boldly. As if she could hold that touch right there - remember it well. This woman was the only one bold enough to touch her, given her circumstances, and that meant so fucking much. She hums for a moment, feeling the high of joy wash away, and something a little more somber approaches. She shrugs her shoulders simply, thumb rubbing her knees in thought. " Well... Yeah. We're seen as devils, y'know? Evil, nasty things, looking to make contracts... Or just bastard spawn. They don't like us. Don't trust us. " And she glances aside, releasing a breath, but there is no frown on her face. " Well, they can eat dirt, for all I care. The ones who discriminate against us the hardest are the fuckin' worst, anyways. Not all of 'em, but... " She makes a vague gesture, before cracking a smile again. " Eh, not that important. The only thing devilish about me are my striking good looks. Y'know, I've met a few Drow before, but you're prolly the nicest I've met. Guess what I'm trying to say is . . . I 'M GLAD YOU 'RE WITH US , KIKI . "

KEIKO ' S PRESENCE WAS SO FAR AWAY . Further than she would have wanted... Not that she knew her companion all too well yet. But she didn't really need to have that committed connection to want to defend her. She was free from the Hells, and had a lot of making up to do. She did a lot of things she wasn't proud of - but did what she needed to survive.

THAT DIDN ' T MAKE IT RIGHT . She had a lot of work to do.

" Sounds like a right dreary place. " Karlach huffs, a raspberry leaving her lips in a huff as she pulls her gaze to the Drow. Searching her features as she gazes off, following the slope of her nose, the edges of her cheeks - the shape of her lips. Memorizing every detail of her new companion, in case they were to get separated... But mostly because she hadn't laid eyes on anything but ugly devils for too long. KEIKO WAS PRETTY . Not that she'd say that to her face or anything, that was coming on too strong. It was just nice to see someone she can trust enough to turn her back on.

" If I'm honest, sounds kinda like Avernus. I mean... No place should really be compared to the Hells, but I'd bet my battleaxe it's true. Can't trust anyone down there - not for nothing. " She says after a brief pause, after she feels that her companion paused for her response. BUT IT ' S WHEN THEIR EYES MEET AGAIN . Electric? Or a mutual understanding. Maybe that was all. Karlach's smile is less of a grin, and more of a support. " Hey... You betcha, soldier. Just within reason - I ' LL SUPPORT YA . "

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my partner showed me your reply to their astarion and i am just saying... WOW. your writing is REALLY good, i love your karlach a LOT. way to make me hold my breath reading that at work sjkdlsfsd very intense and beautiful.

// WOW - this was so sweet to read. I can't even put it into words. Thank you SO MUCH for your kind words, I appreciate it like you wouldn't believe ❤️‍🔥