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bhaalbaaby · 9 months ago

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Buzzing (5616 words)

Pairing: Minsc/Tav Warnings: First Time Minsc has done anything in 100 years, breast kinks, corny dirty talk, squirting, size kink A/N: I just need Minsc so bad like so bad hfdskalfhkdsahfjdkas Taglist:@spacebarbarianweird @tragedybunny @astarionsbeloved @razrogue @celestialomlette @rentheannihilator @rinmoon7

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Penelope peers over her silver cup at Minsc as he boisterously retells how he defeated Mindflayers to the festival goers. Boo rests on his shoulder, squeaking details that Minsc forgot as the people watch rapt. She is curious to know if it's due to the loudness of his voice, the passion, or his size that draws the little crowd. She's watching, too, anyway.

His hands are quick as he expresses his emotions and actions through them. His eyes crinkle with every smile and laugh, his brow lowering when he tells about the doppelgängers. His face softens when he leans to Boo, a shy smile on his lips when he admits to details he omitted or forgotten. When his story finishes, his crowd disperses, going to the stage room where a new girl starts a routine, to get another pint, or gossip more. Minsc heads to the bar, his mouth dry from all his speaking. Penelope can think of a few things to wet it as she follows her old friend to the bar.

She sits next to him as he's handed a pint. "You should have been a bard, Minsc," Penelope states, resting her hand on his muscled shoulder.

He laughs, shaking his head. "Minsc does not have the way of the words like yourself, Miss Penelope. Boo pulls the strings, and Minsc does the swing."

Her eyes dance as she listens, sitting in the empty chair beside him. "That was poetic. You have to believe in yourself, big man." She smiles brightly as he rolls his eyes, leaning down to his small friend.

"I think our friend has had one too many. She is complimenting Minsc too much," He says in not quite a whisper. Boo squeaks back rapidly, shifty dark eyes going between the two.

Penelope is stone sober. She is never one to imbibe, and festivals have too many people for her to let her guard down. She only came out to Sharess' because Mamzell invited her, tempting her to return to her old ways.

Minsc turns to face her, his face suddenly serious. "Miss Penelope, Minsc knows you used to work here."

Her eyes widen, wondering if he had a detect thoughts spell going. She smiles wider as she tosses her hair over her shoulders. "And? What about it? Not every adventurer started out as an adventurer. I was thrusted into it like Astarion," Penelope explains, suddenly missing her beau.

Minsc rolls his eyes at the mention of the vampire but still stays close, too close. "You make a fine adventurer," Minsc says, still serious, sincere.

"Thanks, but it is not for me. Plus, I don't work here anymore." Penelope says, scooting herself back. She tries not to notice how long his lashes are and how pretty his eyes are.

"Then why invite Minsc?"

She chokes on her spit. "I didn't just invite you," Penelope starts, her eyes darting to Shadowheart, who sits with Nym, and Wyll, who talks to Queen Rhol. "I invited Jaheira too, but she doesn't like festivals," She adds, shrinking. He finally turns away, looking at Boo for his thoughts. "Did you think I invited you to sleep with you, Minsc?" Penelope asks when he says nothing more. She isn't sure if she should be offended or not. She had thought about it in passing before, but if she wanted a big hunk of muscle to toss her around, Halsin was there. Minsc showed no interest, and Penelope didn't chase.

Boo starts squeaking for Minsc, and he turns to her exasperated. "Boo thought so because of the location. I thought it was a lie because you do not seem interested in Minsc."

Penelope quickly glances at Hoots. Whatever sobriety she tries to keep goes out the window. She chuckles, biting her bottom lip and turning to face Minsc more, leaning into him so her breasts caress his bulky bicep. "I am interested in you, Minsc, but I didn't think you were interested in me," Penelope says, easily slipping back into her sultry tone, ignoring the warning squeaking from Boo.

Minsc, however, does not. His brown eyes flick to her chest and then quickly to the miniature giant space hamster. She sits back in her seat, her mind racing. Is she really going to do this? No doubt, Shadowheart and Astarion would both laugh at her, but they would both be curious about what the formerly known Stone Lord has. "Minsc is interested in you, but..." He trails off, his brow lowering. "It has been a while since Minsc has done anything like this."

Penelope gently touches his forearm. "Then, we'll go slow."

Boo squeaks once more, and Minsc clears his throat, "How much?"

Penelope chokes on her laughter, stroking his hairy arm as she shakes her head. "I don't work here anymore... I'm sure we can still get a room here." Penelope says before leaning closer to Minsc. "But no hamsters allowed, I'm sure you understand." Her teeth gently drag his earlobe and hoop earring, and he shudders.

Minsc’s arm wraps around her waist, pulling her closer, and he bends down slightly to Boo. "This is human business now, Boo. Minsc will report later." Boo salutes before scurrying off. Internally, Penelope sighs. She would have had to turn Minsc down if he insisted Boo stayed.

She slips from his grip, smiling warmly at him. "I have to find us a free room, love." She says playfully as she goes to the front.

Mamzell leans forward; her eyebrow raised in anticipation as Penelope approaches. "You're going to hate me," Penelope starts as she looks towards the keys.

"For free, my sweet?" Amira tsks but hands Penelope a room key.

"Only this once. Poor man hasn't fucked in a while," Penelope says quickly as she takes the key. "Thank you, Ma," She says warmly before turning to Minsc. She gingerly takes his hand, kissing the back of it. "Come on, let's go," Penelope says with a smile as she leads him to their room.

Penelope forgets how big Minsc is until he towers over her. Size usually doesn't matter until someone of his stature comes along to alight all her nerves with a curious flame. Her tail twitches at the thought, excitement traveling down the bone, making it almost vibrate as she unlocks the door. It's a standard love room, with nothing extraordinary besides the rose petals leading to the mahogany canopy bed and white marble bath. Minsc looks around in awe, letting her lead him to the bed.

"Is this to your liking?" She asks, noticing the bulge in his pants.

"Yes," He says hoarsely. She wonders if he's used to sleeping wherever Boo and he could find or crash with Jaheira now that they're both in Baldur's Gate. If this goes well... She shuts the thought down. Sleeping with Minsc once would be an experience, good or bad. Penelope should try it before planning to ride the Stone Lord again. She sits next to him, her tail resting around his waist.

"Minsc was curious about this," he says, reaching down to the tip. His rough fingers are surprisingly nimble and gentle with the fleshy appendage. Penelope laughs surprisedly, ignoring the jolts of pleasure that shoot to her brain as he strokes her tail. "I read that tails are very sensitive for the Tieflings. Is that true?"

She rolls her eyes, "Where did you read that?"

He looks at her long and hard, his fingers still stroking her pretty tail. "Minsc cannot remember these things..." He trails off, watching as she tries to hide the bliss.

She leans against him, resting her hand on his cheek. "Can I kiss you, Minsc?" She asks, her eyes half-lidded and voice full of lust.

Minsc's brow furrows, and he palms her shoulder, his hand engulfing her upper arm. "Miss Penelope..." His brown eyes are intense as he stares at her, suddenly holding her at arm's length. "Is that too forward?" He asks.

"Only if you say so," She replies, debating straddling him. "We don't have to do anything you do not want to, Minsc," She adds, though her tail gives away her thoughts, the subtle thumping against the bed going on behind him.

Minsc sighs, "That's the problem for Minsc. I want to do it all."

She laughs, kissing his cheek. "Then do you want to lead?" She asks, her fingers itching to take his clothes off. His hand trails down her arm to her hand, guiding it to his bulge. "Here?" She asks, her thumb brushing over his tip.

"Yes... Please..." She smiles knowingly, kissing the corner of his mouth as her hand massages his clothed erection. She wonders how long she has before he rips their clothes off, or would he be controlled? Her mind dances with her musing as she lifts his shirt slightly to reveal his hairy torso. She welcomes the sight, letting her fingers run over it, his muscles flexing as her other hand returns to its massage. She loves how hairy humans can be and resists the urge to lean down and sniff. Boo and Jaheira are good about keeping Minsc's upkeep, and today everything seems clean. She'd get her hormone sniff later, she decides as he palms her ass. Riding him would be intense, she thinks as she makes a trail of kisses from his jaw to his earlobe. His free hand returns to his breeches, pulling them down just slightly. Penelope doesn't skip a beat, wanting to see his rod spring out. She lets out a small satisfied coo, her eyes flicking from his cock to his flushed face.

Penelope wraps her hands around his thick cock, the deep groan from within his chest music to her ears. He's proportional, thank the Gods. She starts pumping him, his mouth slightly open as Minsc huffs. "Let me know if you want to stop, okay?" She states before sucking on his earlobe.

Minsc shudders, nodding, "Be gentle if you can."

She flicks her tongue on the dangling skin, amused at his statement. "Of course, my love. If it's too much, let me know..." Penelope whispers, kissing the side of his head. He nods again, his hips rocking with her hand. "My only requirement is that you don't come from a handjob," Penelope jokes, mostly to herself.

He doesn't reply, his hand slipping from her ass to the nape of her neck, guiding her to kiss him messily. She's talking too much, moaning against his mouth. He breaks the kiss, holding her face just centimeters away as he whimpers from her hand. Maybe this is all he needs, she thinks disappointedly before he tugs down her top, his grip still firm on her neck. She gasps, letting go of him to assist with her sudden undress carefully.

"Careful, Minsc! Don't wanna ruin this top," Penelope warns with a breathless laugh. Minsc doesn't listen, staring openly at her chest, his cock twitching at the sight of her breasts softly knocking into each other.

"May I?" He asks as Penelope tosses her shirt to the floor.

"Of course, love," She runs her hands over them, making them bounce more. He takes her breasts in his larger hands, massaging the masses. She bites her lip, watching as he ignores whatever more she says. Her breasts are perfect in his hands as they don't overwhelm his hands like others. He brings one closer to his face, quickly wrapping his lips around her budding nipple. She curses, resting her hand on his purple tattoo, sweat starting to bead. His tongue flicks and swirls around before he pulls back.

"This is not a dream, right Penelope?" He asks, brushing his thumb along the wet bud.

She shakes her head. "You dreamt about me?" She asks back as he guides her to lie down. His mouth returns to her breasts, suckling her nipples. She whimpers, trailing her finger up and down where his tattoo ends and his shaved head begins. She tests the waters, cooing, "Good boy..."

He stops, making a face. "Minsc is not a boy. He is a man."

Penelope's face flushes, and she nods, "You are a man, a big..." She starts to pull his shirt up, needing him more naked suddenly, "Strong... man..." He allows her to undress him, her hands quickly finding his chest. She resists the urge again, instead allowing her hands to roam over the thick pallet of hair. "You know, humans are hairier than Tieflings." She says softly, her eyes flicking up to him.

"Oh?" Minsc replies.

She nods, giving in, her face carefully going between his muscled chest and taking a small sniff. Handmade soap of lavender and balsam, and some sweat. No hard work yet. She trails kisses up to his neck, softly sinking her teeth into his heated skin.

His grip is fast and hard as he yanks her off. "Did Astarion get you, Penelope?" He asks as she shakes her head, the hair pulling turning her on even more.

"You are just so delicious." She replies, her fingers dragging down his chest and playing with his nipples. He doesn't seem to be as phased as she is as he grabs her wrist, guiding it back down to his cock. Wordlessly, she starts to stroke him again. He kisses her in response, their tongue intertwining as he moans against her mouth. She pulls away, ready to tell him to do something more, when there's a slight panic in his expression and tone.

"I'm sorry, Minsc cannot wait for much longer." She blinks at how quickly he moves, practically ripping her panties off and shoving his pants down more.

"Condom!" Penelope shouts, pointing to the bowl. Minsc quickly grabs one, rolling it over his thick shaft. She tries to hide her impatience as he finishes protecting himself, crawling over to her.

"Minsc dreamt about you once, but this is much better." He says quickly before hoisting her leg over his shoulder and slowly easing himself in. She curses again as she slides up the bed with his thrust. He watches in fascination as she rests her hands on his shoulder. She wishes he would have prepped her more as her hands slide down his hairy and toned chest and torso to between her thighs, whispering a lubing spell as he rocks his hips. It eases some of the friction as he picks up his pace, grunting. She squeezes around him, panting.

His moan is louder, more melodic, as he grabs her wrists, pushing them towards the bed. "That was naughty, Penelope." A wave of ecstasy rushes her skin as he restrains her, his hips slamming her into the squeaky bed.

"Gods, Minsc! Slow down!" She manages to say, her breathing getting too laborious as he leans into her, kissing her quiet. His kisses are sloppy, his tongue going everywhere. He pulls back, still holding her wrists.

"Minsc cannot slow down, or I will come." He states, letting her go to hold her hips that try to run away from his cock.

"If you don't slow down, I'll come!" She retorts, sitting up, capturing her breasts between her arms. He watches as they bounce, his mouth watering at the sight. "We can come together," Penelope adds, wrapping her leg around his waist.

"Minsc must be dreaming," He replies as he comes back down, his hand massaging her breasts and the other holding her wrist again.

Minsc. Fucking Minsc, Penelope thinks as he starts to fuck her harder, her moans increasing, as does the pressure between her thighs. She'll make a mess at the angle he's pressing her in. She flares her nostrils, her free hand trying to push him back. "I'm gonna..."

He kisses her silent again, his cock unrelenting with each stroke. Her body shivers as she can feel it coming, taking over her senses. "Minsc!" She cries against his mouth, rocking her hips with him. He pulls out at the last moment, Penelope gripping his shoulder hard as she explodes, the gush of warm, clear liquid spilling out on the bed.

Embarrassment grips her as Minsc watches, still entranced. His fingers are quick, rubbing at her swollen clit as her hips jolt back to life, her legs trembling. She cries out, closing her eyes tighter as he makes her ride through it.

"Is she a woman or fountain?" Minsc jokes before stuffing her with two of his thick fingers, making her sobs increase in volume. "Ah, a songbird." He says as she arches her back, her hands finding his wrist. She was going to pass out before he fucked her again, she thinks gleefully as he brings her closer to the edge again. How long did he say it's been again? She can't form the words to ask but doesn't know if she wants to be reminded. His fingers aren't enough to bring another eruption, but Minsc is still hard and ready. He removes his fingers, bringing them to his nose and sniffing them. His turn for smells. He quickly brings his hand down to his cock, rubbing himself off.

She's still a bit out of breath to tease him, feeling his hands on her legs, rolling her to her stomach. Her excitement cannot be undersold, the thought of him from behind raising the goosebumps on her scalp. Her tail caresses his chin as he slowly reenters, Penelope crying out as she grips the covers. He's even bigger in this angle, she thinks as he leans down, his whole weight on her back.

He wraps his arm around her neck, his skin cool and damp. She doesn't mind the muscles or the temperature, her eyes rolling back. She realizes as her toes curl that she can't run away in this position.

"Minsc, oh fuck me." She whines, panting as he picks up his pace, fucking her into her wet spot. She leans down, biting his forearm for relief. He gasps, grabbing her hair instantly as he pounds her. Mistake. She thinks immediately, heat starting to boil between her thighs. He isn't trying to be rough with her, and yet... More reckless. "Oh, please, please, please!" She whines. He unwraps her head, his hand gripping the cover beside her, grip still tight on her pink strands.

"Penelope is too good for Minsc," He pants, leaning back to watch as his cock disappears inside her weeping hole. He spanks her ass hard, watching as she seizes up, and her whimpers gain volume as he starts to thrust harder again. Her tail wraps around his offending wrist as he finally lets go of her hair.

"Like that," She cries, gripping the sheets for dear life. He grunts in response, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. His tip presses against her cervix with each stroke, the crack of the bedframe hitting the wall. He grunts in her ear as he sits up, his hips rolling against her ass. Her mind feels like mush, bliss icing her brain.

He pulls out suddenly, lying on his back. Penelope huffs, turning to face him, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Do you need a break?" She asks, welcoming the reprieve.

Minsc shakes his head, his hand finding the nape of her neck, his thick fingers knitting in her hair as he guides her down to kiss her hard. His other hand slips between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit. She pulls away, gasping as she shudders. "No break..." She says, biting her lip as he keeps her head still, pecking her lips and chin.

"Minsc needs you on my cock again," He says after a moment, his fingers slipping inside her weeping hole. She whimpers, her legs trembling as he thrusts inside.

"How do you want me?" She asks softly, trying to keep her panting low. She spreads her legs, letting him pick up his pace, his dark eyes flicking down between her soft thighs.

"Such pretty petals..." He whispers before letting Penelope go, quickly readjusting as he sticks his head between her thighs. Penelope watches rapt as he sinks into the bed, his gaze locked on her pussy, as he gently removes his fingers, dragging the wet digits along her folds. He makes a trail of kisses down her tatted lower stomach until he reaches the tuft of hair just above her entrance. Penelope's impatience simmers as she glances down at him and around the room. She isn't sure if Minsc could eat her out well, if years of being frozen took that skill away from him or if he even had it. If he's too rough or bad, she could stop him.

His tongue is quick, surprising Penelope and bringing her back into the moment as Minsc begins lapping at her folds. She gasps, a shudder running down her spine. He laps a few more times before he pulls his head back, his fingers spreading her lips apart to find the treasure. Minsc seizes forward, suckling her pearl, moaning at her taste. Penelope whines, taken aback by how directly he acts, her legs wrapping around his head.

She arches her back, resting on the pillows. "Gods above!" She moans, her hands rubbing his damp head as he continues to give her clit all his attention. She glances down at him as his tongue flicks against her, her hips raising, tail thumping on the bed. As he suckles again, Minsc's fingers slither at her entrance, slowly thrusting into her hole. She bites her lip as she spreads her legs, giving him more access to his feast. He grunts in response, his fingers pumping as he lets his tongue explore her swelling button.

Penelope whimpers as she massages her chest, "Where'd you learn to eat pussy, my love?" She manages to ask, the curiosity getting the best of her.

Minsc sits back, still allowing his fingers to fuck her, his thumb rubbing gentle circles around her bundle of nerves, his gaze going to her furrowed brow that holds all her tension. "Minsc is more than just his brawn, Miss Penelope. Some skills I need to brush up on."

She imagines that he got around all those years ago, the stories he could tell. She smirks as she sits up, kissing him gently, her taste still on his tongue. "You flatter Minsc again," He says as he leans back down, his tongue tracing her budding button.

She mewls, letting herself get lost in his touch. "Minsc..." Penelope bites her lip as he kisses and sucks her clit, enjoying her whimpers.

He glimpses at her before he sits back again, raising his thick eyebrow. "What did you say earlier? Don't come from just my hand?" Minsc chuckles before he climbs back up, kissing Penelope hard. She closes her eyes, her hands resting on the sides of his clammy head.

"Then you should fuck me," Penelope says as he pulls away, her thighs squeezing around his wrist.

He laughs as he pulls his fingers out, examining his soaked fingers. "Minsc likes it when you get like this," He says before sitting her up.

"Get like what?" She asks, her mind clouded by how he's charmed her body.

"You are a little bossy... Bratty," Minsc says, raising his eyebrow as he lies back against the pillows. "I already knew that, but it is nice to be reminded," He adds as Penelope looks him over. His cock rests on his stomach, the condom slick with her juices. For a moment, she wishes she could see his leaky cock.

"How do you want me?" Penelope asks again, leaning forward, her breasts bouncing against each other. Minsc's brows lower as his hands find her hips. "Do you want me to ride you?" Penelope asks, feeling his hand massage her ass.

"I want you... On top of me... Yes." Minsc says, his free hand coming to her breast and guiding her nipple to his eager mouth.

"You want me to fuck you?" Penelope smiles, his warm mouth sending goosebumps down her skin. His hand comes down hard on her ass, a surprise spank. She cries out as he pulls away.

"Minsc's patience is running thin," He says as she smiles sweetly, hoping he'll spank her again.

She kisses his forehead as she kicks her leg over his thick waist. "Running thin?" She teases as he spanks her harder. She moans, closing her eyes tight. "Fine, fine! I get it!" Penelope laughs softly, his dark eyes burning into her.

Her hips slowly sink down, his cock feeling amazing as it slides in. She bites her lip as his fingers dig into her hips. Though she's on top, she can tell Minsc would be controlling the pace, not that she minded. She's here for the ride. Minsc groans with her, closing his eyes as he sinks into the pillows, his thighs steeling beneath her. She closes her eyes tight as Minsc rocks his hips.

"Penelope, you look so beautiful on my cock," Minsc hums as she tosses her head back, his hands leaving her hips, dragging up to her waist and breasts.

Penelope grimaces, hoping he won't talk more, the way he stares at her hard, his jaw clenching. She holds on to the headboard for a moment, her heavy breasts dangling in front of his face, teasing him for another bite. He takes the bait, his tongue swirling around her nipple as their hips grind, the friction and the way his hungry mouth takes her body, driving her closer to the edge. His dark lashes brush against his cheekbones, his fingers returning to her hips as he starts to guide the pace, needing her to move more.

She follows the subtle instruction, his mouth full as he swaps breasts. She moans, her grip on the headboard starting to slip as she huffs, lifting her hips slightly and bringing them back down, his moans growing in volume. He pulls his mouth away, his eyes hot as they meet hers. Penelope thinks the switch from earlier is almost jarring, as he is more in control, or at least seems that way.

"I want you to fuck me harder," Penelope says breathlessly, leaning back as she rocks her hips with him.

"Harder?" Minsc repeats, his hips coming up to meet hers, her body jiggling with the sudden force.

Her hands fall from the noisy headboard to splay on his chest as she nods quickly, "Yes!"

His hands grip her hips harder, picking up his pace. His body is hard under her thighs, and Penelope tries to balance out his thrusts, adjusting to her feet.

She can take it, she can... Can she? He watches as her chest reacts to his moves, hypnotized.

"Y-you're not even trying," Penelope says instead, peering down at the Stone Lord. Minsc's lips part, and his fingers press into her soft skin. There will be bruises later, she's sure, as he brings her down against him harder. Penelope's head dips down as she tries to keep her moans down, trying not to give him the satisfaction. Maybe because she found his kink, and that's why he's so much... Better?

"Miss Penelope can moan for Minsc. She did earlier," Minsc says once he slows down, he takes a break for himself.

Heat flushes her skin and her cheeks. "I-I don't know if I can," She lies coyly, catching her breath.

Minsc eyes her carefully, leaning up and kissing her passionately, his teeth dragging along her bottom lip as he pulls away. "Maybe we need another position?" Minsc asks, his hands gently pulling on her tail. Penelope catches herself before a yelp escapes her lips.

"Another position?" She asks as he pulls out again. She wonders if he's trying to jam all the positions he can think of in their session to make up for his hundred-year deficit.

"Minsc is still curious about your tail... Can you turn around?"

Penelope's tail instinctively wraps around her body as she laughs nervously. "My tail?" She tilts her head to the side, her pink hair falling over her chest.

Minsc nods, "Minsc promises not to harm Penelope's tail. I promise." He is sincere, and his genuine curiosity softens the seriousness and lust in his eyes from earlier.

Penelope clears her throat as she starts to turn around. "Promise not to put it in any orifices, and we'll be fine," Penelope says, his arms wrapping around her waist, massaging her breasts again. He's so warm against her back. His lips find the nape of her neck, his hand sliding from her ample bosom to between her thighs.

"Minsc promises." He says after a moment, leaning back down. She sighs, leaning forward as her mind races, her hand finding his cock beneath her and helping guide it back inside. She moans quietly, his thick shaft stretching her once more.

She grips his thighs as she bounces her ass against him. She realizes his hands do not go to her hips nor to her tail after a minute of riding him. She checks over her shoulder, watching as he stares at her ass rapt. "These tattoos are perfect in this angle, Penelope," Minsc says before giving her another playful spank. He is heavy-handed, she thinks, as she whimpers.

"What about my tail?" She asks as she looks forward, her tail dancing above him.

"Minsc is amazed at your control, but Minsc did lie," He says through groans, his movement sudden as his hands snake under her thighs, lifting them.

Penelope gasps, her mind trying to comprehend the new position as his hands grip her thighs, her control of the pace vanishing as Minsc starts to pound into her. Penelope's mouth drops open, her eyes dazed as he stuffs her repeatedly. Her body feels electric as she screams. She closes her eyes, focusing on him. He's close by the erratic thrusts, the rough Minsc from earlier returning as he fucks her without a care.

He slows only momentarily before slipping his hands higher, resting on the back of her neck. This position... His heels plant against the bed to gain more momentum. She tries to look away, pressure building in her lower belly almost too quickly. Tears sting her eyes as he moans corny praises.

"Minsc knew you could sing for him. You are amazing, Miss Penelope." She wishes she could shut him up as she trembles. He uses her hole with such eagerness and reckless abandon. "Look at you... Taking Minsc's cock so well," He groans, his balls slapping against her, their skin meeting with harsh strokes.

"Minsc is going to come!" He says quickly after, his teeth gritting together. Penelope cannot find the words as she gushes around his thick cock, dripping down his shaft. Minsc's moan is deep, coming from his chest as he erupts under her. He holds her firm against him, his tip twitching as he fills the contraceptive with his hot cum.

Penelope pants, clenching around him to squeeze every drop, his panting turning back into moans. "You want every drop of Minsc?" He asks as he lets go of her neck, his hands returning to the back of her knees. Gods above.

"Minsc..." She moans as he lazily rocks his hips against hers, his cock still feeling firm. She wonders if the petrification spell, though worn off now, affects his cock until he finally lets her go, letting her collapse on his legs.

Minsc sighs as she rolls off him, his limp cock slipping from inside of her. Their eyes meet as she rests on his chest, her mind dazed and sleepy. She laughs softly, trying to gather whatever scatterbrained thoughts she could find.

"Was I better than your dreams?" Penelope asks, her fingers trailing on his chest.

"Better. Minsc thought you knew that." He says, raising his eyebrow.

"I did. I do..." Her eyes flick from his cock to his face. "Can we do this again?" She asks, feeling greedy.

Minsc pauses; she can hear him thinking hard. "In between the butt-kicking and adventures that Boo and I go on? Sure. Maybe once or twice when Minsc needs to wind down," He says. Penelope warms up to that idea. She has others who can fill the Minsc-sized hole in her heart and her holes.

"Good, because this was fun, and you have a hundred years to catch up on," She teases before kissing him softly. He lets her lead, though stubborn. His hand massages her ass as he hums.

“Sex hasn’t changed that much,” Minsc says before pecking her again. “But Minsc is afraid if he doesn’t get out of bed now, he will stay here forever.”

Penelope giggles as he snakes his arms from her body. “Well, next time you need to unwind, I’m sure I’ll be ready,” Penelope states, watching as he puts his clothes back on.

Minsc leans down once he’s redressed, kissing her hard against the pillows. “Boo has plans for Minsc tonight, but once they are done, I will find you. Your moans are locked inside Minsc’s head, and I need to hear them again soon.” He says, letting his eyes roam her thick body.

She takes one more caress of his crotch, feeling him stiffen. “Come find me when you’re ready,” Penelope whispers as he moans softly, resisting climbing back into the bed. “Oh, trust Minsc, my bosom-heavy friend. I will be back.”

Penelope makes a face at the nickname once he leaves. She has enough time to clean up and share the tale of her taking on the Stone Lord to Shadowheart. She also has time to find what to wear and where they should meet again… Maybe she’ll be able to find a gag or two in the meantime. The thoughts excite her as she lets her mind go with all the possibilities.

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Keep Me in Love (3,454 Words)

Pairing: Minsc/Tav Warnings: brief stalking and mentions of harm/SA A/N: this chapter got way longer than i thought it would be so splitting it lol all smut next chapter Taglist: @spacebarbarianweird @tragedybunny @astarionsbeloved @razrogue

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Penelope's legs feel like jelly, but she powers through, returning to the stage area of Sharess'. She sighs as she sits at a corner table. Phantom touches dance across her skin, her eyes shutting as she lets herself remember him. She grimaces and scrunches up her nose as she leans forward, remembering she's still in public. Why does Minsc feel different than other romps?

She catches the eye of her old friend Rhol, her burning eyes dancing as she slips off the stage. Penelope perks up as her friend sits in the chair across from her. It's most likely against the rules for her to interact with Penelope casually since Penelope hasn't officially returned to work, but Amira doesn't notice, and neither do the Tieflings care.

"Penny! Or should I say the Savior of Baldur's Gate? You should be up there with me. People have been asking for a duo dance like old times." Rhol reaches for Penelope's hands, and Penelope smiles brightly as she squeezes her hands back.

"I don't know... But that's for another time." Penelope says quickly, the thought of working again making her stomach heave. Rhol nods quickly, their tails intertwining under the table. "I'm sorry I haven't visited in a little while," Penelope says, the panic easing as Rhol's eyes roll.

"I'm just happy to see you, friend."

Penelope's smile softens. "You too. We have a lot to catch up on, but not right now," Penelope says, her eyes shooting to the curtains.

"Don't worry about Amira. The bard for the evening is on his break, getting drunk and probably trying to flirt with Irena. We're safe." Rhol states. "And if Amira acts high and mighty because you don't want to work yet, then we can take a walk."

The statement doesn't help Penelope, but she smiles nonetheless. "No more talk of Mam. I just got laid!" Penelope blurts out, trying to keep her voice low.

Rhol's eyebrows raise. "My, my. For free?"

Penelope nods, letting go of her friend's hands. "You're never gonna believe who!"

"I know them?" Rhol asks, confusion starting to take over.

"Not exactly. Heard of stories. He helped me defeat the Absolute." Penelope says, dancing around Minsc's identity.

Rhol's eyes narrow, her lips pursed together. "I won't lie to you, Pen. I didn't pay much attention to the Absolute as long as they didn't try to tempt me."

Penelope smiles, trying to suppress her giggles at the honest answer. "If I didn't have to be the hero, I would have done the same... Well, try to." She doesn't have to bring up her late partner as Rhol starts guessing.

"I didn't hear anything from Nym or Sorn about it, so I'm guessing it wasn't Drizzt. Hmmm...."

Penelope's mind drifts as Rhol starts going down a small list of people she knows. The warmth of Minsc's lips between her thighs floods her mind; how hungry he was for her. She clenches her jaw to hide her shudder as the tip of her tail climbs Rhol's in excitement.

"Minsc of Rashemen."

Queen Rhol sits back in her chair, a smile dancing on her lips. "Oh, I wasn't expecting that. I thought he was busy being the Stone Lord. Was his hamster there?"

Penelope frowns, also sitting back. "He's back to normal. Jaheira and I helped get him out of the Absolute's clutches."

Rhol's eyes widen at the mention of another legend. "Wow, I suppose saving the world will bring you across many important people." Rhol muses, watching the curtain behind Penelope.

"I'm surprised I can walk right now," Penelope says, resting in her chair. "My poor legs," She whines, and Rhol rolls her eyes.

"He is a big man from what I've seen. Has it been a while between all the saving the world and whatnot?"

Penelope scrunches up her nose and shakes her head. "Not for me, but with him..." She sighs, "He already wants to see me again tonight." Penelope adds, watching her friend giggle.

"Of course. You did have a lot of repeat customers," Rhol replies.

"I don't know where to take him. I don't think he has a home, and I don't want to take him to my place. Mam would throw a fit if I had a free room again."

Rhol's eyebrows shoot up, "A free room? No wonder Amira was in a smug mood earlier. Take him to that bath house. They prefer it free there." Rhol suggests, her eyes flicking back to the curtains and then Penelope. "I'd suggest sooner than later," She says as the lute boy returns, smiling at Rhol before going to his corner to tune up. "My next shift is about to start... Come by more often, please? We need to catch up."

Penelope stands, her legs feeling better, pulling her friend into a hug. "I will! I promise!" She misses the hugs from her friends and the mischief they would get into, especially when some human would want to experience them simultaneously. She kisses Rhol's cheek before slipping from the Sharess' Caress through the back.

Penelope takes a sharp breath as she stands in front of the grand bath house. Its facade matches the Wavemother's Temple nearby. She's never been, following Mam's strict orders not to go. Amira had an inkling it was another brothel house trying to take her business even though Nym and Sorn told her it wasn't.

"They don't even allow that sort of debauchery in their rooms," Nym assured while Sorn rolled his eyes. "I haven't gotten kicked out just yet, but they didn't like it when one of their sailors solicited me. Though sex without money is fine for couples."

It didn't ease Mam, but she allowed the others to go. Penelope never wanted to displease her adopted mother and thus stayed away. Until today. Rhol's assurance earlier calms Penelope down as she whispers a sending spell for Minsc. "There's a bath house in the Lower City. Let's meet here tonight." She sighs as she starts down the cobblestone path.

The last sending spell she cast was to Gortash back on the beach near Emerald Grove. How frantic she must have been, asking for his help, unsure of what had happened. The silence on his end haunted her until she found Shadowheart also on that beach. She shuts the thoughts of Enver down, shoving them in a corner. Tonight is about the future. She can't let Enver take that away. She shudders before she crosses the threshold, the yellowish marble and deep teal accents taking over her sight.

Every statue is dedicated to the Bitch Queen Umberlee, and the sea and Penelope notes mostly men lulling about, a stark difference from the temple itself. Must be where the sailors go when the priestesses tell them to fuck off, Penelope guesses as she decides to sit on the edge of the fountain.

Minsc's voice fills her mind, her heart skipping beats as she closes her eyes, letting his reply flow through her. "Ah, Minsc has been there before when he was the Stone Lord. The food is filling, and the mead is tasty. Boo also loves their--"

She laughs to herself as it cuts off suddenly. He must not know the word limit. Before she gets up, she casts another sending message. "Good to know. I will be here all night, waiting for your embrace." She hesitates, wondering if that was too forward, quickly adding, "And to see you."

She stands, smoothing her skirts as she approaches the receptionist. At first glance, she's a human, but her webbed sharp ears give away that she is not, as well as when she flicks up her dark eyes to look at Penelope. A water genasi. "Hello! Welcome to The Baths of Black Seas. Do you have an appointment or booking a room?"

"Appointment?" Penelope asks, trying not to stare too hard at the beautiful woman. Her eyes are bluish-green with black sclera; her shimmery blue-black hair is slicked back so that her prominent fish-like features can shine. A sailor could call her a siren incorrectly.

"Yes! We have appointments available for massages and our spa." Her voice is upbeat, though quiet. Penelope has to lean to hear the woman better. She vaguely remembers Rhol mentioning that in the past, saying they should go for a spa day, but they never got the chance.

"Oh, I'll have to do that another time, but thank you for the information," Penelope says politely, smiling at the woman. "I would like a room, however," Penelope says, sitting back on her heels. The woman goes to the keys, "How many people?"

Penelope's skin heats as she quickly answers, "Two. He'll be here later. Had a few errands."

The woman stiffens at the mention of a man, turning to face Penelope. "Ah, I see... Do you work for Sharess' Caress?"

The question turns Penelope's stomach, and she waves the question away. "It's not for that if that's what you're thinking. I'm not getting paid to be with him." She avoids saying his name, but the woman doesn't move further.

"We don't allow prostitution in this institute."

Penelope scoffs, "I don't work for Sharess' anymore. Am I not allowed to spend time here with my man? He spoke very highly about this place."

The woman shakes her head, "It'll be better if you and him were here together to reassure us--"

"I highly doubt Minsc would appreciate this," Penelope suddenly cuts her off, feeling tired. She would be spent if she had to cast another sending spell before eating something.

"Minsc?"

"Yes, Minsc of Rashemen." Penelope says, irritation starting to rise. It would be easier to take him to her loft at this point, but she isn't sure if she wants him to know where she lives just yet.

The woman relaxes. "He's never brought guests before, but he is also very respectable. The Stone Lord has been good to the Lady." She hands Penelope a key.

"He's not the Stone Lord anymore," Penelope says, raising her eyebrow.

"Oh, well, the Hero is welcome here any day, ma'am." She bows slightly, and Penelope brings her lips together in a thin-lipped smile. "Who is the owner of this establishment, by the way?"

The woman stiffens, knowing the reason Penelope would want to know. If the roles were reversed, she's sure the woman wouldn't spare Penelope from a lashing from Mam.

The owner is a Priestess of Umberlee who profusely apologizes for the woman's questioning. "You are all welcome here. We get bad actors here sometimes, and we have to be careful. Please do not tell Minsc." She wonders why the woman would care what she tells Minsc, but Penelope reluctantly tells her she won't.

Penelope closes the door carefully to their room, taking in the inn decor. It's mostly gold or marble, with hedonism dripping from the walls. She wonders what Minsc and Boo know about this place as she slips her clothes off, letting her garments fall to the floor. She muses when Minsc will join her, if he will get right to it, or if they will go to the baths and take their time. She lies on the bed, resting on the pillows, her legs spreading. She wants him now. Her irritation rises the longer she waits. Her hands find her breasts, massaging the mounds as her mind flits to earlier, his hungry mouth. A small moan escapes her lips, her other hand slipping between her thighs. She closes her eyes as she runs her fingers over her slit.

She stops herself, sitting up with a huff. She can't get worked up when he's not here. Not yet, at least. She slips off the bed and goes to the bath. The view of the Chironthar, a gray and muggy sight, hangs over the grand pool. She imagines that when building this suite, they wanted to invoke the grand sights of old. It doesn't quite work now, but she moves on, checking the oils and soaps they have available. She imagines massaging Minsc's back, his tensing muscles, and deep moans.

She runs water from the sink and splashes her heated face. How come one time has her in an uproar? She has slept with so many others, but it has been a while since someone was excited. Astarion does his best, but perhaps she's bored? She should judge Minsc more harshly this time. His skills could have been better and more comfortable. But he was eager. She goes back to the bedroom, checking the time.

The sun starts to hang lower in the sky, as does the brow on her forehead. They should have planned better. A specific time. Surely Boo wouldn't keep him out all night... Her stomach growls loudly, snapping her back to Faerun. In all the work from earlier and now, she's only had a nibble. She finds a fluffy white robe covering herself. Minsc did say the food here was good. She hopes he's correct as she follows the scent to the food hall. Penelope notes as she fills her plate with warm meat and fruits that the people primarily working here are men. She wonders why until she also sees mostly men walking around. She wonders if they hired mostly men to hammer in that this is not a brothel. She ignores the eyes of other patrons, sitting alone near the back.

Minsc would be here soon; they could dine together after worshipping each other's bodies again. She sighs, her mind filling with lust as she imagines getting on her knees, her mouth ready to worship, and Minsc's cock answering her prayers, stuffing her lips and throat. She stabs at her plate, bringing up a forkful of different meat. This will tide her over until her lover comes, and she will need the energy.

She ignores the man who sits in front of her, continuing to eat. She guesses he's a sailor from the scruff on his chin and messy brown hair. His skin is suntanned and windswept, slightly leathered. Must be older than her by a decade or so, the details not as attractive as they would have been if she still worked for Sharess'. He would not offer her anything she would indeed care about.

"I think you have the wrong place, lass. Where's your pap? Didn't he teach you not to go to strange places like this where strange men lurk?" He asks gruffly, a smirk on his lips as Penelope continues to eat, trying to ignore the nausea.

"He's most likely dead, saer. I can take care of myself." Penelope says, clipped, forcing herself to finish her food.

"Ay? You look like you can... Say, are you a succubus? Your horns... I's only seen those types in my dreams. I don't deal with devils often, though."

Penelope grimaces as the man does not go away. "Maybe there was a succubus or an incubus down the line, but I do not know." She says honestly, keeping her eyes lowered. The heart irises would only raise his ire or interest. She isn't sure which, only wanting him to leave her be.

"I see... You know, you're quite the looker. Some men here haven't seen a woman in months or years. And here you are, a vision. I reckon a smile from you would knock a few of them dead."

Penelope scoffs, still looking away from the man. "I'm sure you're telling the truth, but I'll keep my secret weapon to those who deserve it." Penelope replies, sipping her wine.

"Am I worthy then, lass?" He asks. Penelope admits his smile makes him attractive, but she is not easily overcome. Even though she no longer works for Sharess, it doesn't stop her from using payment as a deflection for men like him.

"I charge for that," Penelope says, taking one last bite.

"Charge? Are ye one of them whores? I should have known. Yer too pretty to be a normal lass." He chuckles, sitting back. "It don't bother me none. I like when you know what you're doing instead of flopping me noodle around like you've never seen a cock before."

Penelope grits her teeth, knowing her prices would make him swim away. She also glances around. The men around were indeed listening in. She knew they were. She noticed some shifting away when she mentioned charging for sex while others tuned in.

"Good to know it doesn't bother you, but unfortunately, I am not here looking for business. I already have a partner for the evening." She decides not to mention her prices in case he can afford it. The only cock she wants is Minsc's.

"But he's left ye by yerself. Are you sure he's a good partner?" He asks, fake concern thick in his sea-laden voice.

Penelope nods, "He had some errands to run but trusts I would be able to secure a room for us... He's a very jealous man." Penelope isn't sure if Minsc could be jealous but doesn't want to find out if she doesn't need to.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, speaking to you has made me harder than a creation of Gond. A tug or two is all I need."

Penelope's cheeks heat, and she frowns. "Then do it yourself, saer. I am not going to anger my man for a vagabond."

The man's face turns red as he practically barks at her. If others weren't paying attention before, they sure are now. "A vagabond? You're a terrible liar. When your man doesn't show in one hour, I'll take what is mine."

Penelope rushes away, feeling awful that she didn't put her plate away, but worry takes over. She doesn't doubt the man's threat; if she went to her room, he'd surely follow her. Instead, she goes towards the bath halls, seeing the diverse bodies of people as they mingle in the water with the river sparkling in the distance. She takes deep breaths as she tries not to panic.

She sends one last message to Minsc, "When will you be here, my love? My heart aches for you." It's not a lie; she hopes it will urge him along.

His reply is faster this time, "Minsc is cleaning his mess, but we shall be together again within the hour. Did you eat? I recommend the roasted turkey. We can eat--" The spell cuts off again, and she relaxes. The thought of being with him makes goosebumps travel down her spine.

She sits down near the sauna room, looking down the halls. That man lurks, and Penelope stands quickly, walking around more as she sends another message. "Please hurry, dear Minsc. My beauty has bewitched a sailor. He believes I am lying about waiting for you and has threatened to hurt me."

Minsc's response is fast and loud in her mind. "DO NOT WORRY, PRINCESS PENELOPE! MINSC AND BOO WILL RESCUE YOU, AND THAT MAN WILL RUE THE DAY HE THREATENED THAT PRETTY LITTLE HEAD OF--" His yelling calms her heart as she returns to the front, seeing the genasi. She wishes she hadn't told on her, needing a friend like this. She is not as useless as she was months ago, strong enough to kill the Dead Three's chosen and the Netherbrain, but she doesn't want her spellcasting to get her kicked out before Minsc can get here. She doesn't want to cause a scene and decides to lure the man back to her room, Astarion teaching her something about daggers.

She locks her door and goes to her bag, pulling out the sussar dagger they made together. The silence spell embedded in it would help with the man's cries, and the Karabasan's Gift she drizzles on it would paralyze him before he could do anything more. She freezes when she hears someone walking near the door. She strains her ear, hoping it's Minsc and not her assailant.

"Ai, this room belongs to Minsc and his friend." Minsc's voice is far but clear.

"Says ye? Some Tief invited me for a tug. Are ye sure this is your room, big man?"

"My friend is indeed a Tiefling, but she told Minsc that some strange man has been bewitched and confused. Minsc rushed over to help her. I'm assuming you're the man trying to hurt my friend?"

The man yelps, and Penelope stashes her dagger away. She slips out of her robe, her nipples hardening at the man's pleas for mercy.

"When she says no, she means it! Never show your face here again, villain!" Minsc yells, and she hears the man shuffle away, the pitter-patter of his feet disappearing down the hall. She cannot wait for him to fuck her.

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