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"Let’s play a little game of hide and silk, shall we? You can try to hide, but every move you make only tangles you deeper in my web."

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Sornin bowed his head submissively to his spider queen, the fear trickling in sweat down the back of his neck. He adored her and loved her, and worshipped her, just like every faithful servant, but that did not mean Lolth did not terrify him.

"I am yours to command, My Queen," he replied, a shiver running down his spine. "If you wish for me to hide, then so be it." He would obey her every wish.

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Halsin

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What a beautiful sight, as the large tiefling weretiger dipped down onto all fours and presented that beautiful backside to him. Sornin's eyes ate it all up as he licked his lips.

Bending down onto his own knees, he placed his hands onto Cassian's cheeks and spread them before he traced his tongue up the warm skin. It teased the tight ring, feeling Cassian's tail squeeze its way up his arm. There was something about that that sent a little shiver of pleasure down Sornin's spine, making him grin.

Yes, he would love to hear those little soft please and moans very much.

His tongue traced against Cassian's entrance, getting it nice and wet, his own arousal beginning to present itself, cock hardening inside his pants.

Cassian appreciated the check in for consent though it was unnecessary. If he wasn't enjoying himself he would let the other man know. His long tail coiled around the other mans arm and hand.

Cassian jumped when his ass was smacked. Pressing against his hand when the drow squeezed his ass. "You don't have to tell me twice." He said with a purr as he dropped to his knees. Falling forward and letting his tail curl over his back as he showed himself off to the drow.

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Sornin's neck went back as Halsin continues to lap and suckle at his length. He wanted to put his hands onto Halsin's head, to feel his fingers through the other druid's long hair, but there was this deep fear that grew inside him that wanted this to be anything but the experience he'd had in Menzoberranzan. That place was poison, and he did not want those toxins spreading into what he had now.

Instead, Sornin leant back and enjoyed the sensations of Halsin's tongue as it swirled skilfully around him. Damn, it had been too long since he had felt another like this, and he was thankful it was the wood elf that was taking him,

With a surprising gentleness, his hand moved to Halsin's cheek where he gently pulled him back from the length of his cock. "Careful, bear, it has been some time since I've lain with another. I wouldn't want it to be over too quickly, and that tongue of yours is exceptionally skilled," he grinned.

He settled himself on the sand, which felt like a comfort in itself, the nature surrounding them. "Have me whatever way you will. I want to feel you inside me."

Halsin would not waste a moment of their time together now that he had Sornin where he wanted him for some time now. Sex was no new thing for Halsin to experience or partake in, as he had taken many lovers ... and Sornin was bound to be one of those people. Halsin had yet to feel his heart stir with the drow, though he did know well enough that he liked Sornin as more than just a simple companion.

It was just that an elf's heart did not stir lightly, and it would take some time for Halsin to feel a certain kind of way towards the drow.

"Mmmm..." humming around Sornin's cock, Halsin continued to suck and swirl his tongue, bobbing his head in time to the rhythm that only he could hear. He took great pleasure in toying with the piercing at the tip of the drow's cock as well, soon pushing him clear down into Halsin's throat, working his throat around him before pulling back off.

"Delicious," he all but growls the praise, before continuing what he had been doing.

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// Bless Sornin and the way he just says shit... 🙏

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Baldur’s Gate 3:ActII (x)

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Creatures of BG3 9/?

Mimic

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The little man was getting on his nerves. Sornin's lips pressed into a firm line as he waited for the purpose of this chance meeting. He was too dramatic for his tastes. If he was offering something, then he best make haste before the drow decided to punch him in the throat to shut him up.

Power. Protection. Vengeance.

The words lingered in Sornin's head, although he didn't understand how a man like this could provide him any of those things. He was tiny in comparison, no muscle and all talk. Did he plan on talking Lolth to death for him? Or driving her insane with his riddles?

Even for someone as ignorant as Sornin, though, he could tell that there was something off about this human. Something strange. Perhaps it was the evil nature within the drow that could almost sense the evil in the other.

Finally, Sornin let his hand relax on the hilt of his sword, his expression still stoic. "You know nothing of me," he pointed out sceptically, though his body language no longer as threatening. "Though I am listening. If you can offer me vengeance, bloody and raw."

Raphael's smile only widened, his amusement deepening as Sornin's blunt words reached him. "Dinner, you say?" he chuckled. "I must admit, it's been some time since someone threatened to make a meal out of me."

He stopped his circling, standing just out of reach, though his presence pressed heavily in the air. "But let me clarify something, spider. I am not a man in the way you're used to dealing with." His eyes flicked over the drow, as if measuring him for the first time. "And while you may have killed for less, I assure you... attempting to kill me would prove to be a mistake you'd only get to make once."

Raphael stepped closer, his smile vanishing as his tone grew more serious, more pointed. "I can see you don't have much patience for riddles, so I'll speak plainly. What I want is simple: I want to make a deal. You're running from something, something dark, even by drow standards. I can help you stop running. I can give you power, protection, or vengeance, whatever it is that keeps you awake at night." His gaze locked onto Sornin's mismatched eyes, the gleam of a predator eyeing its prey. "All I ask in return is... a small favor, when the time comes."

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Honour? Sornin wouldn't know anything about that. He was a slave child brought up by the matrons of Lolth, serving as their guard. He had killed without honour many a times, and he cared not for it. True to his evil nature, of course. Killing was just an act of survival now, or convenience. Sometimes, it was purely for pleasure.

A little smile moved across Sornin's lips. He liked the thought of her killing illithid. Drow were not fond of such disgusting and vile creatures, and Sornin especially disliked them. They were not to be trusted. They would consume all the realms if they could.

"Pity?" he asked with a scoff. "If those that wish to cross your blade die, then that is on them. In this world, the strong survive, and the weak perish. As it always has been."

He knew that Alaara was an honourable creature, but he saw little need for something like that, especially when the world around them was going to die if they didn't stop the invasion.

"When we reach this Elderbrain, it will not be honour that slays it. It will be our blades, with fury and precision. We will break the ties that bind us, and I refuse to become a slave once more." After the Elderbrain, he would go after Lolth if he could.

"To know to fight is a tenet of good honor," Alaara replied. "We are not put through rigorous, deadly trials as drow are, but we are given instruction to keep ourselves aware and able to be defensive of ourselves. To do anything less would insult the ancestors that fought so hard for our collective freedom."

"But I did not learn just from that. I learned from experience. Traversing Fareûn can be dangerous at times; there are always pickpockets to watch out for, and people itching for a fight. I have met many brawlers in taverns, and have fought a few..."

And killed a few, unfortunate as that had been.

"I have also been an unwilling adventurer before thanks to Volothamp Geddarm. Yes. That Volo. Because of him, I have killed many before ending up in this place with all of you. Zhentarim have fallen to my blade, a beholder, even an illithid. Now my kill count grows. This fight we are in is for an honorable cause and will bring my clan glory, but at what personal cost? I feel pity for all who we have slain. At least I don't feel guilt."

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Curiosity killed the cat... or perhaps the dog... Maybe that was why Sornin allowed her to finally take a bite of him and taste his blood. It was certainly a strange request, but not something that Sornin hadn't experienced before. The orgies within the temples had been extreme and violent, and passionate and pleasurable. He was not unused to being a toy or a slave to the matriarchs.

Still, when Katya's sharp teeth pierced his soft, underelf skin, he winced and his lips pulled back, showing his teeth. He did not hiss, though, he did not make a noise. Sornin was used to keeping his pain to himself, and he was a rather strong and large drow. He could handle it.

"Is this a tiefling thing? Or a werewolf thing?" he asked, though his voice did not sound curious. He was, Sornin was just very used to keeping his emotions in check, stoic in nature.

"Just so you know, drow expose themselves to toxins and poisons from an early age. I would not drink too much if you wish to live."

"I've never been careful a day in my life and I ain't 'bout to start," she grinned, teeth and all as she stepped closer when he finally said yes to her request. It was an odd request certainly, but she had eventually worn him down.

She grabbed his arm, pushing up his sleeve, inspecting it for a moment before bringing it to her mouth and -

chomp.

Her teeth sank into his flesh, just hard enough to draw blood. She had very rarely taste drow before - and while she wasn't going to eat him ( not yet at least ) she was curious to remember the taste of his blood. To see if it was the same as she remembered.

Maybe it had just been far too long since she had had a proper meal. Camp supplies just wasn't the same as real flesh.

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6, 26, 30

Baldur's Gate 3 Character Development Questions:

6: What companion are you platonically close with?

Honestly, I wouldn't say Sornin gets exceptionally close to many of the companions outside of Halsin. He's extremely guarded, but there's something that he finds in Halsin that is calming and soothing.

Sornin has a tough time opening up to anyone, because it's just not something that Drow are allowed to do. He sees his emotions as weakness, so he has attempted to close them off and out, and be the perfect guard. Of course, it's a farce, he's deeply emotional once he DOES open up to people, and he's actually quite a sad man no thanks to the things he's been through >:

He prefers the company of animals over people, so honestly... Scratch and Herman (owlbear) are probably his closest companions outside of Halsin.

26. What animal best represents your Tav?

Come on... a spider, of course! X'D Outside of a spider, he does have the markings of a corroboree frog, so I could see him being able to wildshape into one of those as well. He likes anything poisonous or venomous.

30: What's your favorite thing about your Tav?

Answered :)

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What's your favorite thing about your Tav?

Baldur's Gate 3 Character Development Questions:

Oof this is such a tough question, lol. I think his bluntness and willing to just fight any enemy with his strength, even if he's totally going to lose X'D I'm very used to writing characters that are usually above average IQ to outright brilliant in their minds, and Sornin is... not that, lol.

Bless his lil socks, but he's actually very blunt and not the sharpest tool in the shed. He just think punching it square in the face will make things go away. I think, for me, it makes it a bit of a challenge, because as a writer, I DO like to delve deeply into my characters, and many of them are, like I said, well above average IQ.

Sornin, I need to double check when I write him, to remember that this is a character that has been deeply indoctrinated and is exceptionally naive to the world around him. It makes him an easy target to be manipulated, especially by the powers of villains within the story (and honestly, Sornin doesn't KNOW any better). While I prefer to write him on the path to redemption, it's easy to see where he could fail this task if in the wrong company, and that's something that I've not written a lot of when it comes to my own personal characters.

So while it's not something I would consider a good characteristic to HAVE, per se, lol, I do think it's one of my favourite things to WRITE about Sornin. How he just thinks anything can be won with a fight, because he's strong.

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Baldur's Gate 3 Character Development Questions:

1: Where in the Faerûn is your Tav from?

2: What is your character's alignment?

3: Race and subclass?

4: If your Tav was a companion, where would they be found?

5: Dark Urge or no?

6: What companion are you platonically close with?

7: Romantically close with?

8: Who are they suspicious of?

9: Is your Tav from Baldur's Gate? Why are they travelling there?

10: Are they proficient in playing any instruments?

11: Weapon of choice?

12: What is their orientation?

13: What are their thoughts on killing? Is it a necessary evil or do they enjoy it?

14: What hobbies does your Tav have?

15: What NPC's do they like? Which one's do they dislike?

16: Do they have a favorite creature in the Faerûn?

17: Do they enjoy life as an adventurer?

18: What would your Tav be doing if they weren't kidnapped on the Nautiloid?

19: How do you think they'll meet they're end?

20: Would they destroy the elder brain or control it?

21: What is your Tav's favorite spell?

22: What languages is your character fluent in?

23: What do they do after the absolute crisis?

24: Does your character believe in the afterlife?

25: What arcana major best represents your Tav?

26: What animal best represents your Tav?

27: What was their life like before the events of BG3?"

28: Is your character the de facto leader of the party? Or do they consider someone else to be the leader?

29: Does your Tav want to utilize the tadpole powers or not?

30: What's your favorite thing about your Tav?

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Those moans sent a little shiver down Sornin's spine, a smile easing its way across his lips. He was proud. Proud that he could get Cassian to be beneath him like this, so feel the tiefling inside him as he continued to rock back and forth.

Flicking his hair over his shoulder, he leant down and pressed his lips to Cassian's, biting his bottom lip in the process. "Good boy," he laughed.

Cassian rolled his hips a little with the other mans movements. Feeling each smack of the other mans cock on his belly and the sweat that was building over his own body. The tiefling found himself unable to hold back the moans that came from his lips. Words of pleasure that slipped from him in infernal. A language he rarely ever used.