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" You realize I have granted you my entire heart, and even Shar couldn't have that, do you ? "

【 UNPROMPTED 】 - @shadow-cleric

AND WASN ' T THAT SOMETHING FUCKING SPECIAL . Karlach didn't need a reminder of it, not really, but gods did she love hearing it anyhow. Attentive ears perk at her words, the cleric's body cradled so closely into her own - entwined in one another. Legs tangled, the larger body of the barbarian lending all of her blasting warmth to the other woman, and her spaded tail snakes around a pale ankle.

Thick palms drag up to cup her cheeks so delicately, brushing her lips along the forehead of the priestess, her smiling never once waning. " Aye. " She replies, and gods, is it warm and sweet. " I know you did. 'nd I may not have my heart anymore, Fringe, but you've got everything I have left. This shoddy engine, if you want it. It's yours ; FOR HOWEVER LONG I HAVE LEFT . "

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SOMETHING LIKE MADNESS SWEEPS OVER KARLACH ' S THOUGHTS WHEN THE SHIFTER LOOKS BACK AT HER . Pupils blown with wide lust, excitement sparking into licks of flame that too soon grew into a rampant wildfire. Much like the cooking of her engine, recently fixed, yet roaring all the same. Gods, it hadn't even been two hours since Dammon worked his magic and made the untouchable, touchable. Very touchable, and kissable, and insertable. It had been too fucking long since she had any sort of contact, and it was so much more blissful than she ever remembered. So much sweeter.

Those spoken words stirred something animal in her. A beg for her to take her, mate her properly. Throw gentleness out of the fucking window and take, take, show her that infamous passion she had to cram down for years. Her own breath quickens, engine thrumming in her chest, enveloping them both in that ethereal glow that centers in her chest and blooms out. UNRIVALED PASSION STEMMING FROM THE INFERNAL DEATH SENTENCE RATTLING BENEATH THE CAGE OF HER RIBS . " Be careful what you wish for. " Comes Karlach's heated whisper, breathless and impassioned, and her left hand slides down to suddenly grasp at Robin's left thigh. She pulls it up, nearly frantically, and her hips press in again. Her horned head angles down, pressing the keratin into the smaller woman's shoulder as she watches herself - slipping a broad head between dripping lips. But she's had enough teasing.

Her right hand, torn between holding the shifter's throat to keep her still and toying with her breast, finally seems to make a decision. Her thickly calloused palm slides down her heated skin until it grasps her hip, pulling her in - and it's just enough for that blunt tip of hers to slide home. Easing into utterly tantalizing walls, enveloped by a heat not even the Hells could rival. The gasp that escapes her chapped lips is unexpected - and the groan that follows immediately after is one of a parched woman chugging water. So famished and so fucking pleased, her eyes fluttering shut when the heft of her bulbous head presses inside. She can feel herself throbbing within those constricting walls, every beat of her artificial heart and strain of the thick veins along her shaft. She draws her hips back slightly, pre dribbling out of her eager tip, and she uses it for a proper lubrication - hips already pressing in again. IF SHE WAS COMBUSTIBLE , PERHAPS SHE WOULD HAVE BURST ALREADY . And were she a weaker woman, she would have burst already. Her engine twisted at that smile, at that sweet look cast her way - and that sweet desperation mixed with a genuine sort of care and love. Something Karlach needed, fucking bad. It was a reminder that this didn't need to be some ragged sex - well, right now it did, but not later. Maybe it could be soft, when she wasn't so desperate.

" It's like you were fucking made for me. " The barbarian groans, steam rapidly spewing from her shoulders for a moment as the heat catches up, and her hips jog harder. Faster. Her thick forearm captures the underside of Robin's knee in the crook of her arm, spreading her open, and she presses her hot chest against the lithe woman's back. " Yeah, you like that? Feel how hard you've made me? How I'm fuckin' throbbing for you? " Eyes remaining shut, her hot ragged breaths quickly warming the air between them, and a desperate rhythm begins. " Gonna mate you like you fucking deserve. Give you all my love, baby - right inside you. " Was it any surprise she was vocal? Tongue lashing all of these lecherous things? Perhaps not - maybe it was to be fully expected by now. Knowing her, and her endless horniness. Pulling out only an inch or so - BEFORE DRIVING HERSELF RIGHT BACK IN LIKE SHE MIGHT DIE IF SHE DIDN ' T .

THERE WAS SOMETHING DANGEROUS ABOUT THE WAY ROBIN LOOKED AT HER . Over her shoulder, with a certain degree of lust lingering in those darkened orbs, leveled at a certain barbarian. Her engine swelled with joy when she was looked at in such a manner, with a hunger that seemed just as voracious as her own. A thick red hand slides down from her side to the edge of the fountain instead, clutching firmly onto the stone beneath her heavy palm. A hot breath puffs free from her plump lips - and steam follows suit through the vent in her shoulders. Stirring up all sorts of heat between them as her engine attempts to release it through her rounded shoulders. A long, slithering tail eases around Robin's ankle, coiling itself firmly against the pants that were eagerly shoved down yet not properly discarded. It was the heat of the moment - and clothes had been haphazardly removed or shoved aside. Out of the way, enough for her member to be stuffed between svelte thighs, heat and slick and all manner of naughty noises emanating from the prolonged contact.

Try as she might, patience wasn't really one of Karlach's virtues, when emotion was involved. Her engine was fixed, she could touch, she could kiss, she could make sweet fucking love all night long - and a palm slid from Robin's mouth to her throat, caressing the column of it, before it's trail continued. Clawed fingers slipping over her breast to cup and smooth a thumb over a nipple. AN ETHEREAL BLUE GLOW LIT BETWEEN THEM , WHEN THE COLOR OF HER ENGINE DID SHIFT IN HUE . From molten gold to Underdark bioluminescent mushrooms, rich and vibrant. To hear that she was wanted, for so long, make something new swell in the manifolds of her chest. Bursting with decadence, knowing that she - she! - was wanted by this perfect woman.

Patience wasn't really one of her virtues. " Gods be damned, I'm not worthy of that. " She breathes, pulling her hips back just enough, ruefully pulling her chest from Robin's back - but she knows it will be pressed against the shifter once more. She knows, as the blunt head of her thick tip drools and nudges her entrance, gently easing her lips apart. Her breaths are remarkably heavy as she places her hungry lips nearest the smaller woman's ear, remaining as close as she can - while her hand lifts free from stone to grip onto something else rock-hard. Her own base, clawed fingers supporting the heft of it, and with their combined lubrication, the sheathed head gently nudges in. Slipping inside, pulling heated flesh back to reveal a more bulbous head, lacking any taper of an easy insertion. She doesn't bully much in, however, settling with the head alone greedily sinking within, enveloped by scorching heat. Something she so dearly missed, a sensation that it had been far too fucking long since she could indulge in last - and all of her focus went into ensuring her partner enjoyed this, too. " Robin, soldier, " Karlach struggles for a moment, steering her breathing to steady - and forcing her hips still, even though all they desired was to ram and jog. " Please. Don't think I can wait any longer... I want to be in you. Need to be in you. I can hardly fucking think - you smell so damn good. " AND SHE PUNCTUATES HER GREEDY DESPERATION WITH A DRAG OF HER HIPS - DAMN NEAR WHINING WHEN HER TIP SLIPS FREE .

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My wife

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PART OF ME WONDERS what sort of noise she'd make if I gave that pretty braid of hers a right tug.

. . . OOPS . Did I say that out loud?

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remember that ribbon meme?

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remember that ribbon meme?

oops my hand slipped

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THERE WAS SOMETHING DANGEROUS ABOUT THE WAY ROBIN LOOKED AT HER . Over her shoulder, with a certain degree of lust lingering in those darkened orbs, leveled at a certain barbarian. Her engine swelled with joy when she was looked at in such a manner, with a hunger that seemed just as voracious as her own. A thick red hand slides down from her side to the edge of the fountain instead, clutching firmly onto the stone beneath her heavy palm. A hot breath puffs free from her plump lips - and steam follows suit through the vent in her shoulders. Stirring up all sorts of heat between them as her engine attempts to release it through her rounded shoulders. A long, slithering tail eases around Robin's ankle, coiling itself firmly against the pants that were eagerly shoved down yet not properly discarded. It was the heat of the moment - and clothes had been haphazardly removed or shoved aside. Out of the way, enough for her member to be stuffed between svelte thighs, heat and slick and all manner of naughty noises emanating from the prolonged contact.

Try as she might, patience wasn't really one of Karlach's virtues, when emotion was involved. Her engine was fixed, she could touch, she could kiss, she could make sweet fucking love all night long - and a palm slid from Robin's mouth to her throat, caressing the column of it, before it's trail continued. Clawed fingers slipping over her breast to cup and smooth a thumb over a nipple. AN ETHEREAL BLUE GLOW LIT BETWEEN THEM , WHEN THE COLOR OF HER ENGINE DID SHIFT IN HUE . From molten gold to Underdark bioluminescent mushrooms, rich and vibrant. To hear that she was wanted, for so long, make something new swell in the manifolds of her chest. Bursting with decadence, knowing that she - she! - was wanted by this perfect woman.

Patience wasn't really one of her virtues. " Gods be damned, I'm not worthy of that. " She breathes, pulling her hips back just enough, ruefully pulling her chest from Robin's back - but she knows it will be pressed against the shifter once more. She knows, as the blunt head of her thick tip drools and nudges her entrance, gently easing her lips apart. Her breaths are remarkably heavy as she places her hungry lips nearest the smaller woman's ear, remaining as close as she can - while her hand lifts free from stone to grip onto something else rock-hard. Her own base, clawed fingers supporting the heft of it, and with their combined lubrication, the sheathed head gently nudges in. Slipping inside, pulling heated flesh back to reveal a more bulbous head, lacking any taper of an easy insertion. She doesn't bully much in, however, settling with the head alone greedily sinking within, enveloped by scorching heat. Something she so dearly missed, a sensation that it had been far too fucking long since she could indulge in last - and all of her focus went into ensuring her partner enjoyed this, too. " Robin, soldier, " Karlach struggles for a moment, steering her breathing to steady - and forcing her hips still, even though all they desired was to ram and jog. " Please. Don't think I can wait any longer... I want to be in you. Need to be in you. I can hardly fucking think - you smell so damn good. " AND SHE PUNCTUATES HER GREEDY DESPERATION WITH A DRAG OF HER HIPS - DAMN NEAR WHINING WHEN HER TIP SLIPS FREE .

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【 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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THESE DEVILS GOT MORE CLEVER EACH TIME SHE ENCOUNTERED THEM . Saying shit, begging, sobbing - but she was no fool. She wouldn't fall for their tricks, their rotten demeanors. They were going to keep on spewing their bullshit, on and on about their pleading with her. How did he think that would possibly work? Karlach didn't know what mercy was. Not for the hellborn bastards. Her heavy boots stomp to the end of the cage, where there had been several hostages before, and she stops. Keeping the vampire she didn't recognize in one hand, she drags him up, ensuring his feet leave the ground as deranged, furious eyes glare at his form. Squirming and bloodied - stinking of the Hells, but she didn't realize it was from her engine desperately trying to exhale and breathe. Her bruising grin around his slender wrist tightens, and she growls in his gaunt visage.

" I'm gonna beat you to a bloody fucking pulp. " The seething woman, who appeared more as a beast than a person, snarls in his face. Spit splattering against his pale features - yet she doesn't see those eyes. She sees nothing but a devil - and not the pallid man she had spent so many nights chattering away with. A man she had grown so close to, one she had maybe even... BUT THAT DIDN ' T MATTER NOW . She couldn't care, not about this, not about him, when the corruption had sown such devastation and filled her impassioned eyes with soulless black. A mix of monster and machine.

" And after I'm done, Zariel can come get your sorry ass in that little kennel. Good luck getting out. " The tiefling finishes, winding a fist back - and she slams it into his stomach. Brutal, punishing, and without even a scrap of mercy. Beating his poor form black and blue, crushing ribs, all while keeping him suspended in the air without escape. She wouldn't recognize herself, if she looked in a mirror, and would never forgive this if she realized it was someone she had grown so close to that she was so silently abusing. " You won't take me back. She won't take me back. I ' LL TEAR MY WAY THROUGH EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU FUCKERS TO KEEP MY FREEDOM - I ' LL DIE BEFORE I LOSE IT AGAIN . "

SHE WASN ' T HERSELF . That was painfully obvious, at this point - that something had changed, something had shifted. Too many coins, her addiction fueled, too many dismissals of her friends telling her not to take anymore. Even as her engine creaked and screamed, repair after repair undone from the consumption of the very souls she wanted to save. She didn't want this - but she couldn't help herself.

Now, her friends had laid battered and dead, for Karlach saw no people - only devils. Vision shifting, affected by her swirling and crippled psyche, identifying those around her as creatures wrought of the Hells and ready to drag her back down. SHE WASN ' T HOLDING ASTARION IN HER HANDS - IT WAS ANOTHER BONE DEVIL , PLEADING FOR ITS PATHETIC LIFE . " You think you can fool me? " Growls the barbarian, eyes filled completely with black, glowing eyes nearly red from the corruption, the souls.

" You think I don't see you for what you are? Little fucking devil. I'm gonna send you back down there. " She seethes, other hand clenching into a fist, fingers cracking as they curl in. She winds her hand back. " YOU CAN TELL YOUR BITCH MISTRESS THAT I ' M NEVER FUCKING COMING BACK . "

And the barbarian begins to walk on the whelp held in her one hand, dragging him in for every vicious strike. It wasn't meant to be a fast, easy death. Devils wouldn't get such mercy. No, this was going to be a case of broken bones, punctured lungs, and furious bludgeoning damage. She would never have done this if she understood - BUT SHE DIDN ' T ; THIS WAS HER FURY UNSHACKLED , AND HE WOULDN ' T DIE SLOWLY .

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Absolutely canon that the ridges along Karlach's body and the base of her tail are supremely sensitive, and they should ABSOLUTELY be touched

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"Dying has given me a courage I never knew"

An homage to our favourite fiery friend.

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TODAY WAS REWARDING . Keiko not only touched her, but that sweet woman laughed, now - a noise Karlach had scarcely heard before, and there was no restraint. She didn't mind being the butt-end of a joke - especially when she had made a fool of herself in the first place. Even if she was the one to stumble and falter, making a right ass of herself, the Drow expressed such a delighted noise, and the tiefling couldn't help but grin like an utter fool.

The cheeky little comment only brings further joy, and the way it fills her chest with glee is unable to be ignored. This was a tender moment, wasn't it? One of genuine connection and revelation, the closest they've been since meeting. AND IN THAT TIME TOGETHER , SOMETHING DID GROW . Karlach wasn't yet bold enough to put a name to it, or to spill her guts - she knew she was probably getting clingy because of her deprivation. She wanted a connection, desperately, but didn't want to make mountains out of molehills. She needed to be patient, and patient she was, as the Drow spoke again after a briefly settled silence. Her expression softens at the words spoken - and it becomes apparent that Karlach had hit a sore spot. Ah. It's true, there weren't many Drow at all prowling the surface - but she was far from a fool. When there is a pause, she wants to chip in her two cents about a Drow she had heard of - Drizzt Do'Urden. A gods damned legend he was, and a right good drow. A right good man.

She draws in a breath at the cutting words - they're firm, and their intent does drive home against the barbarian. Her hands clasp together now, thick, calloused palms shifting up to rub one another tentatively, thumbs grazing one another. Hellfire heat meeting Underdark chill again, as their eyes catch, and she understands. Keiko needs not to speak a word - because the weight of grief was a familiar one. Survivor's was what it looked like, felt like, smelled like. She draws in a breath, and her eyes do wander down. NOT SPECIAL AMONG HER KIN . She never thought herself special, but she had been told otherwise. After all, who else could have survived an engine in place of a vital organ? That list was hauntingly short. The only denizen not born of the stinking Hells who survived the grueling process was Karlach, after all. She didn't know what she hated more - the idea of being special, that she was the only one who would suffer this macabre fate - or that she wasn't special, and others would be subjected to that torture. She doesn't realize her hand is laying over her chest until her claws scrape against her skin.

To shake it away, she releases a laugh, but it's a bit devoid of humor. More to fill the space. " Well... Fuck being special, anyways. I don't care how it had to happen - you 'n me? We're here now. In this place, with all of this beautiful nature, and all the fuckin' stars to watch over us. And when we get to the city, I'll take you to all the best places to grab a bite to eat. And if anyone has anything nasty to say to you, I'll lay 'em out. IT'S WHAT I WAS BEST AT , ONCE UPON A TIME . "

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 . "

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PRETTY WORDS FELL ON DEAF EARS . Karlach was usually a great listener, she promised - but when a pretty woman was talking to her, telling her to join, to cool off that engine that was burning away in her chest, she just went... Stupid. All rational thought out the window, and she was stupid for that. Ridiculous. A soldier, she was, damn good at her job, and she couldn't even listen fully. Getting hard had been far from a part of her plan. As embarrassing as it was, there was no helping the fact that her body reacted the way it did. Unfortunately for her, she was blessed in that department - and it evolved into more of a curse, the more she grew. Her libido was never much shorter than her, and having an engine in place of an organ tended to fuck with all sorts of nasty little hormones. It was far too easy to get hard, after going so long without any action, and her hand didn't do much to cover that problem of hers. She felt herself stiffen more upon observation - Shadowheart's eyes were wandering. Tracing her form, her teasing little snips, her lightning-fast quips and sultry little tricks that damn near gave her whiplash. Shadowheart flexed that intellectual muscle often, whereas Karlach tended to lack in that department in comparison.

" Y'ever know. You trust every bowl of soup not to have poison in a snake's den? Course not! That's what you need the poison tester for. " Comes her remark, albeit a little slow, as the heat begins to rise in the water around. She is only up to her mid-thighs in water, but seems to halt when the priestess scans over her member. Wandering eyes, surveying every detail like she were a cartographer observing a magnum opus. IN THIS CASE , IT WAS MAGNUM ONLY IN SIZE . But she was suddenly caught red-handed - gawking at the pretty little half-elf. There really was no helping it - and her only apology was a small, cheeky grin at the comment. There was no hiding it, so she relieves her palm from dirty and allows it to fall to her side, revealing every hardening inch. The vented shafts, the bulging veins, the weeping head, all glowing with every drop of heated pre. It was shameless, really, as every glowing drop of orange from her engine dripped and cascaded down into the water below. Glowing eyes watching the priestess saunter over, and her engine aches with want as perfect, slender fingers rise to frame soft breasts.

THEN CAME HER WORDS . Gods help me.

She was half tempted to pinch herself. This was a gods-damn fantasy of hers, and denying it would do her no good. But here Shadowheart was, playing with those breasts she shamelessly fantasized about, telling her to do the unthinkable. Unthinkable, yet not unspeakable, because Shadowheart said to do it, and Karlach wasn't thinking. Not a thought at all as her hand, puppeteered by sultry words, shifts in to grasp at her thick base. Holy fuck. She couldn't believe she was going to do this. Her red cheeks did a fantastic job with covering any blush in her cheeks - and it was certainly there. She is absent of hesitation as she begins to slowly stroke her base, dipping her palm into the water to lubricate it, and the water around her reacts to the vamping of her body heat. Boiling, steaming heavily - but she doesn't feel any hotter. The water seems to be cooling her down, just enough, to keep her engine feeling like it did back in the Hells. And thank the gods for that - the chronic pain could almost be ignored. WHAT TOOK ITS PLACE WERE ANIMAL EYES , AND HEAVY BREATHS .

" Fuck me. Can't believe I'm doing this. " She whispers, perhaps to Shadowheart but more to herself - and it's obvious it was meant for the other party when she moans. A low, desperate thing, strangled from her artificial chest as her hand smooths up the ridges of her thick cock, following each and every one with devious deliverance. Her breaths are hot as they puff out, her administrations squeezing more pre free from the drooling head of her cock. But her eyes are glued to that perfect body - shapely in all the right places - she must have been a succubus. What other explanation was there? " Flattery probably won't get me inside you, would it? " She suddenly asks, bold and heated - but the priestess could read into that desperation. It was a rather prominent look, and her voice shaking and hitching with heavy breaths did her no justice. Her pace is slow to start - BUT SHE VERY CLEARLY SEEMS QUITE INTENT ON FOLLOWING ANY INSTRUCTION THIS BEAUTIFUL HALF-ELF DEMANDS OF HER .

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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SO THIS WAS BLISS . Laying in the arms of a drop-dead gorgeous little elf, completely entwined with her in every way Karlach could clock. Fully embraced, her tail tangling around the ankle of the lithe caster, her hands explorative but gesture full of adoration. Like every touch was a prayer, thanking the gods for the body beside her. Thick hands, scarred palms, brushing over every little detail like she sought to memorize it through touch alone - and perhaps she did. She wasn't meant long for this world - a clock ever ticking away in her chest, the pleased rumbling a solemn reminder. This could be the last time - and every breath counted.

Pooling within her, spilling over pristine milky thighs, drawing a glowing basin of seed beneath, and it would have been rather uncomfortable, were they clean. But the two of them were anything but - sweaty and passionate and so thoroughly drained, on Karlach's part at the very least. AND THEN , SHE WAS BURSTING FULL AT THE ADMISSION OF LOVE . She needed that, desperately. Luna loved her - actually loved her! It was a dream come true. It made every moment so bittersweet, yet she couldn't be more relieved.

In this place she loved, so much, laying with this woman. A WOMAN WHO SHE TOO LOVED , MORE THAN THE STARS IN THE SKY AND THE BREEZE IN HER HAIR .

Her head tilts up, lazy little smile never once clearing her lips, as she indulges in the warmest of kisses. Her eyes and engine glowing that subdued blue, yet it was the color of love. Perhaps that was the color of her soul. " I'm gonna keep doing it, you know. " She promises - even if a part of her knows this could be the last. " Makin' you feel good. Feel loved. Keep you warm. I'm gonna defend you, and stand by you - right until the bitter end. But at least, then... I'd thank you. I WILL AT LEAST DIE HAPPY . "

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 . "

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THERE WAS SOMETHING POINTEDLY SALACIOUS IN THE GLINT OF HER EYE . A catch, imperceptible perhaps, to someone with a lower passive perception. But Rakatak seemed to possess a higher-than-standard situational awareness - and it was a lot like Karlach. That gaze was never missed, not by the berserker, and the tiefling's lips pull into a grand smile. An accusation, but it was far from wrong. She keeps her gaze up at the stars above, even as she smiles, and she allows the low, rich timber of her voice to reverberate through her chest. Like her smile had never left.

" Ha - caught that, did you? Nothing gets past you, sharpshooter. " She has no need to deny that - because it was true, and saying anything besides confirmation would make her look like nothing but a fool. BUT MAYBE SHE DID ACT A LITTLE FOOLISH , AROUND RAKATAK . Caught red-handed - and it was besides something more literal. Then, after a beat, she chooses to turn over on her side, and she shamelessly traces over the hobgoblin's physique with her roving eyes, starting from the bottom and ending with her eyes. No such disguise for her intent, as her inquisitive tail flickers against the ground.

" Star's'll be there for eons, soldier. But you? 'nd me? " She insinuates for a moment, allowing it to simmer, before she releases a breath. Something measured, and the heat around her kicks up just a tick. " We don't get that sort of time. As much as I love looking up at these stars, in the sky I love, back on the earth I love so much - I THINK THE STARS CAN WAIT THEIR TURN , RESPECTFULLY . "

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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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The amount of anger inside me is wild for someone who only wants to give and receive love

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【 CONT . 】 - @shadow-cleric

SEX WAS AN ART . She thinks she heard Shadowheart say that, one time, at some point. It was something the cheeky little cleric indulged her in - sex, that was. And maybe that had some merit - because from her experience, maybe it was like a type of art. Some people were good, some people weren't - some people did the most unconventional shit for the same result. But the best part about that?

ANYONE COULD BE AN ARTIST.

A rough, cyan tongue assaulted the sensitive little bud between Shadowheart's thighs, each long drag of her tongue more ruinous than the last as her lip twitches up, pronounced canines scraping tantalizingly against her heated flesh. Her unbroken horn was nothing more than a sinful handle for Shadowheart's palm to desperately clutch, and she could feel every bit of strength behind such a grasp. Desperate and clawing, torn between pushing and pulling her voracious head in. She certainly was an artist, and her eager tongue was the brush. Applying all sorts of different pressures and styles, changing the way she stroked her core, tip threatening to slip inside - but she never pushed hard enough for such a relief. AT THIS POINT , KARLACH'S JAW WAS THOROUGHLY SOAKED , AND SHE HAD NEVER LOOKED HAPPIER . She knew she was doing something right, the moment her little priestess starts to squirm and arch, gasping desperately, rolling her hips up, eyes squeezing shut - it was delicious. Such a reaction only she could see.

That's right, this pretty little half-elf was hers. All hers. That sort of power did nothing to quell the fire burning bright within her, within that greedy little engine chugging away in the cage of her ribs. Eating, fucking feasting like she had been starving for years - and maybe she had been. ACTUALLY , SHE DID , BEING LOCKED AWAY IN THE WORST PLACE IN THE REALMS . She had a lot of making up to do - and that started with her noisy cunnilingus, that just kept going and going and going. Until she was here - soaked, satisfied, save for the painful bulge she was grinding incessantly into the bed for relief.

Her comment had come easy and gratified, her massive body heaved up with such grace from the tugging of her lover, until she was laying against her smaller lover. Had she been able, Karlach would be purring, sprawled out over her divine caster as she was. Her body was, as always, nearly blisteringly warm, keeping Shadowheart plenty toasty in her loving embrace. A curious tail lazily flickers about, her heavy eyes opening to gaze down at the slender little priestess, lips pulled into a devious, lecherous expression. A warm chuckle blooms from the center of her chest, where something infernal lurked beneath. " Ehh, depends on the circumstances... A threat if I'm fuckin' you somewhere I shouldn't be - a promise, any other time. " She quips back, nestling her nose into Shadowheart's throat, taking in a deep inhalation of the lingering sex against her flesh. " Don't worry, princess... Your secret is safe with me. " She murmurs, sounding perfectly pleased with such an outcome - BUT HER HEAVY SEX MADE IT WOEFULLY APPARENT SHE WASN ' T DONE YET .