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[sorcerous-caress]

Hi hun I figured I'd send this over if you're not busy and see what you thought! I'm sure I'll post officially but I've still got a lot of works to transfer first and got too excited! 

I got inspired by your Human Kink stuff and Riff's request so this is super self-indulgent but I still hope you enjoy it!

I don't have a lot of experience so I thought you'd be the best person to go to if anything seemed off. I'm still figuring out genders, and classes but this was what I came up with. I'm bi with a male lean and I may go reverse harem style cause I'm weak for those in otome, but also female tieflings are really hot so we’ll see how the wind blows 🤣

My only experience atm is the little of BG3 I've played and Critical Role, where I'm currently up to Campaign 1, Episode 19 so I looked up a lot and hope it's accurate. Unrelated, but every time I think of Drow I can't help but picture Aaravos from The Dragon Prince. Not technically a Drow but he's that world's version of a kind of dark elf if I'm remembering right. His deep, sultry voice does not help. Come to think of it, he was probably the one who made me realize I had a thing for Elves even before BG3 came out. 😅

Tried to put a gif here but the ask broke both times I've tried to and this is now my 3rd time reformatting 😭 If you look him up you'll see what I mean and why he reminds me of the way you portray Drow- very smirky arrogant, similar appearance and such!

Human Kink DND Party

Human Bard

Nadton Aleanmtor(“Cunning/Darkness” Male Drow Rouge) 

Ivelran Galamaer (“Starwhispher” Eladrin) Wizard

Eya (“Pandaemonium” Tiefling) Fighter

Hookt(real Changeling name) Vesper (fake Human name) Artificer 

Valtir (Aasimar Cleric)

“You shouldn't have that; give it back!”

Your pulse rabbited against his hand and the Drow laughed, cooing into your ear, relishing the way you shivered. You looked so pretty like this. He had his hand around your fragile throat, holding you steady against the tree while he whispered into your ear from behind. 

“Shh shh shh, little Human. You don't want the rest of the camp to hear, now do you? Think of what would happen if they found out~”

You freeze, biting back a whimper.  

“You read it? That was private-”

“Should've done a better job of hiding it then. Under your mattress, little Human? You couldn't even string together a simple invisibility charm? Clearly it didn't matter much to you if I saw.”

He felt the way you swallowed and his grin turned to a knowing smirk. 

“Don't you worry. It'll be our little secret, for now. I rather like the idea of being able to make you whine and squeal for me and me alone with such a pathetic little weakness.”

He hissed on the word pathetic and chuckled at the way you twitched and squeaked at his breath on your ear. 

“What's wrong, Human? Too ticklish for your own good?”

You were already giggly from anticipation.

“Please dohohon't say it!”

He cooed in mock sympathy, and the fingers around your neck began to tap, making you try to pull his hand away. His grip held firm however and you gasped as his other hand pinched at your side, rushing to grab his other wrist for all the good it did you. 

“How precious you are like this. You whined and complained oh so often about wanting to be treated as an equal- but that was all a farce, wasn't it? You truly wanted to be here, to be teased and tormented into submission by someone greater than you.”

That annoyed you, and you opened your mouth to snap at him, swallowing back your giggles with difficulty in an attempt to be taken seriously. 

“You're wrong; you'll pay for-hnngh!”

You squealed as his left hand wrapped around your side, squeezing ticklishly. His right hand loosened, and he began tracing patterns into your neck. 

His voice was raspy with a dark warning. 

“Oh I really wouldn't talk back if you know what's good for you dearest. You can, I'd relish the excuse to put you in your place, but I'm afraid you're much too sensitive for such idle threats.”

“You don't have to do this. Please. Just pretend you never found it!”

You squirmed more vehemently and he finally released you, letting you stumble away to glare at him as he sauntered out from behind the tree, stopping momentarily to pick up your diary from the forest floor. 

“I could, but why would I? You're so much fun to toy with, and now? I have even more ammunition. I only read the first chapter so to speak, there's so much more fun to be had after all. Why spoil it for myself?  Let it never be said I don't even the playing field, even with a Human.”

He tosses your diary in the air and you fumble to catch it, hugging it to your chest as you manage to grasp it with a sigh of relief. When you look up you can't help the way you backup a step instinctually, but otherwise hold your ground, refusing to let your glare waver as he hovered over you.  

“Nadton. What do you want now?”

He smirks, crimson irises alight with amusement. 

“I just wanted to offer you a piece of advice. Get a stronger lock this time, yes? I do so relish a challenge. I'm looking forward to what other dirty little secrets you've written for me~” 

A flash of teeth and his laughter had your face burning in angry embarrassment as he left you, white hair swaying behind him as a breeze blew through. 

You didn't plan on giving him access again, perhaps Vesper could create a lock? He could be playful, but you didn't think he'd break your trust and his Artificer knowledge may prove beneficial. Ivelran too, was an option. Despite his currently quiet demeanor, given he was in his Winter season, you trusted him too. He'd never liked Nadton and had strongly disagreed on allowing him to join your party but you felt too bad for him not to- given the shape he'd been in at the time.  His pride hadn't allowed him to ask you for help, and he told you to fuck off when he’d caught the concern in your eyes, but you just couldn't leave well enough alone. He may be able to whip up a more magically based protection.  

Now? He didn't leave even when you asked him to. He followed you everywhere, and was a ruthless bully. Kept you all alive, though. He'd saved all of your lives on many an occasion. …Even if he only saved you so he could boast about his talents and how dead you'd all be without him there.  

You'd just have to prove him wrong, that's all. Let's see how weak he thought you were when he couldn't break the lock, or detect it in the first place! With a determined nod to yourself you headed back to camp for the night, trying to get what little sleep you could. 

Hope you've been well and are excited for the New Year! Still fighting off this sickness but I'm heading down to North Carolina to spend time with family early on Friday. Hope this wasn't too cringy, I know it's really self-indugent 🫣

-S

Good food good food

I like how you gave them distinct names and personality. It was really good to read! Thanks for sharing <3

I say go full self indulgence really. All art is cringy by nature. You are writing a story, you have characters, motives, a setting and an end goal. It's as real and as valid as any other story.

Because the self-indulgence part is subjective to the reader really. Someone like me would be over the moon for finding a story like that, i would happily stay up all night to read about the human and their companions.

To other people it depends on their tastes. Every jar has its lid and every story has its target audience, no one can really decide what counts as a story and what doesn't, only the author who wrote it.

People have a tendency to belittle smut writers, to overlook smut or kink based stories as just glorified porn. As if sex is something that lowers the value of art.

They're stuck in their worlds of sterile and sensitised arts, where everything has to be clean or only have majorly liked kinks but "oh never actually call them kinks because we are normal you see, unlike the other non-normal people with their weird niche interests."

Because even critically claimed stories do have hints of their creators' kinks or interest, it just flies over most people's heads. Or it's so widely spread that people forget it's even a kink anymore cough softcore-hetro bdsm cough.

On the opposite side, children media also gets belittled for not having things like kissing or cursing or sex, as if those things give meaning to art and without them the art is for babies and shouldn't be consumed since it has no mature themes.

It's really hypocritical, isn't it? They don't want too much sexual content or niche kinks because then it's a porno, but if there is none at all, then it's considered immature. It's completely subjective yet they think they get to decide what belongs in art and what doesn't. As if even the smallest of things can't be art like the way electrons orbit a nucleus isn't art.

Because smut and sex is just...sex. it doesn't have a higher or lower meaning. Your story doesn't benefit from having it, and it doesn't suffer from the lack of it.

It's a tool like any other you can use in your story.

Think of it as eating a cake, maybe some authors will use it as a metaphor for something else, a power play maybe.

While other authors include it because they genuinely like cake and want to write a story about the different cakes their characters get to eat.

Some authors don't like cake at all themselves, but still write or read about their characters eating cake because they find it interesting or would like to explore it in a setting away from themselves.

Some do like cake but never put it in their works. Maybe they just rather their characters eat pizza or clean a kitchen or move the plot along rather than eat cake. Even if the author can be someone who is very open about their love for cake, doesn't mean their story has to have it.

And there are ones who don't like cake and don't write about it.

There are also ones who know cake is not appropriate for their demographic or customers. Maybe it's based on cultural differences or maybe because their demographic is too young and shouldn't be reading about eating it yet.

So, really, please don't think less of your story because it's based on a kink, so many works are, it's just not mentioned in public. If you don't want to tag it as such, then it's fine, but I think forcing people to acknowledge its true nature will make them have a new look on stories.

Also it filters out any reader who holds these ideas from reading your work. Even tho I mostly post light themed works, i still keep dark content in my bio because I don't want people who abhor or look down on these things to read my works.

[sorcerous-caress]

You know what? Fuck it, the audio I'm editing is still buffering. So, heres Issal's reaction to the soul lobotomy.

Sister

Sister

Sister

Some sister she is, the word is like a curse on her tongue

Do you know she taught Khal'ian the meaning of the concept? Gith do not have family structures. They do not have parents nor siblings, fellow hatchlings at most call each other cousins.

Issal will admit her choice to teach Khal was a selfish one. They had just met and with wounds so fresh from fleeing her original home. She wanted someone to feel the loneliness that she had, even if she had to teach them of their loneliness to do so.

But Khal, sweet Khal

He ruminated on her lessons then, after a few days, strolled up to her and declared

"You're my sister and I, Your brother!"

With a nervous, sharp toothed grin and the confidence you wouldn't have suspected of someone with twitching ears. It left her gobsmacked for a while. She had fully begun to believe that the plane of Limbo was finally causing cracks in her mind.

It wasn't until Khal'ian asked if he interpreted her lessons wrong with those puppy eyes of his. That she snapped out of her reverie.

" What makes you think we're siblings? "

" You treat me like a person, and you feel safe enough around me to change your bandages. Family care and respect one another, yes?"

The confession would have been enough for any jaulk to be flayed in Menzoberranzan. She would have to correct him for his own sake-.

"Oh, and I took this from the ghustil. It should help your eye see more clearly! I'm apologize I couldn’t get a better one. They don't like me much here."

Before she could speak, a golden monocle got placed delicately into her hand.

A gift?

Issal was a woman of science, not emotions, but this piece of equipment caused a surge of affection she'd once believe Lolth would kill her for.

It caused Issal to make her decision. With her free hand, she crept uptowards Khal'ian ear and gave it a swift pinch. Savoring the little yelp she got.

" Thank you, little Toad "

She would have a brother from now on.

Unfortunately, like all her siblings before him, Khal'ian would suffer a fate she'd deem worse than death.

In her eyes, to lose one's mind is an unthinkable cruelty, and one she saw time and time again as she grew up. Countless sisters that were broken and molded into the form of driders.

It wasn't the sloughing of skin or the immediate shattering of the hips to make room for new legs that scared her of Lolth's punishment. It was the loss of one's sense of self and intelligence that haunted her.

Terrified her so much that in a moment of pure vulnerability, she begged Khal'ian that if that scenario came to pass. That he'd put her down, and with a shakey voice, he'd agreed.

The pain of looking into a siblings eyes and seeing nothing of their prior self, no matter how strong, beautiful, or smart they were, is a neight indescribable agony.

She could barely handle it then, and she couldn't handle it now.

She had his head between her hands, cradling his cheeks and tilting his head down to look at her.

He had his fluffy hair, scaled cheeks, but his eyes were wrong. By the nine hells, his eyes were so empty and unfocused.

She had barely registered what was being relayed to her.

A soul lobotomy...

Oh, she could almost laugh. After so many years of losing sisters to the spider queen's trials, she would have never suspected her first brother she claimed to be taken down by some decrepit monk.

Hehe, how odd it seems that she is laughing.

Laughing

Crying

Sobbing

Soul shattering, wailing, her fingers digging into Khal'ian cheeks; he wasn’t flinching,he hated having his scales pulled. Why wasn't he flinching!

This is Cruel

She had to kill him, she couldn't protect him but she knew she could kill him and give him peace. She was able to lower her hands down to his throat but couldn't squeeze. The damned tears were getting in the way, and her vision was too blurry. When did her monocle fall off?

Oh, people were pulling her away. Was it Sol? Tav? maybe one of the druids? With her luck, it might be the bloody Baenre.

Oh, Brother, I love you

I'm so sorry

"Little toad" MY HEART

wow this was so beautiful and touching. Their relationship as siblings seemed so sweet and playful omfg I can't. The way he adorably called her sister and how she pinched his ear AAAAA.

The way she is forcing herself to attempt to kill him because she sees it as an act of mercy, knowing she has lost her brother.

Especially with someone who always puts science over emotions, who claims they are pragmatic and efficient. The only solution she has to this unsolvable problem is to destroy it. She can't accept the fact this person is still her brother after losing so much of himself, so she rather blames herself and carry the burden of killing him.

If it was Tav pulling her away. It could be interesting depending on who Tav romanced, was it Khal'ian? Then, this would make this just more painful. Both feel so much love for him, and both want the best for him. I don't even think Tav would be angry at Issal, they'll definitely understand her emotions better than anyone.

If it's Minthara, then it would be like a trip to the past. Back when drow matrons would chastise her for going to look for her sister's remains in the driders. Even if Minthara abhors Lolth now, there is definitely something to be said about her ways that are typical of any drow matron. She'd tell Issal to stand up and pull herself together because it's the softest thing she can force out.

Oh and if it's Sol. They'd be furious at Issal for thinking she has the right to end his life just because they considered themselves family. They'd see it as throwing away Khal'ian's legacy and how to live weak is better than a pathetic death where he can't even defend himself.

That it is not just Issal's fault or burden to carry, all of them here are responsible for handing Khal'ian to the monks and all of them must bear the shame and guilt. Not take the easy way out and bury his remains, you cannot erease what happened. We commited to this, we must see it to the end. Face it because it because this is his reality and this is who he is now. Or was Issal's love so conditional that she cannot bear the thought of loving her brother at his weakest and worst?

"How much I'd love to see the look on his face right now if he was to witness how low you've sunk. " Sol sneered, "you want to throw away his legacy so you can fail him a second time in a row?"

Probably Sol would end up getting shot in the leg or something, but hey, at least Issal isn't wallowing in her sadness anymore, which was the original purpose. They can handle a bullet or two, as long as Khal'ian stays alive, no matter what state he is in.

Also, Sol would probably tend to Khal'ian's scales from time to time since his empty vessle wouldn't bother to do it anymore. Gently clean them whenever they clean their own, try not to let the empty stare get to them.