#Tav: well at least he likes my musk

[crovvlipso]

Everything goes through and depends on Charisma(rizz)

[loviatarsluv-old]

hey there! I saw your post about asking for little blurb requests :) what about one where they’re bathing in the river?

hiiii omg okay so since you didn't specify which character, i'll just pick one hehe this is one of my fav "tropes" i guess if you wanna call it that so i was pumped for this one!!

so sorry for the late post, I took my time w this one bc I love romantic soft fluffy gale stuff ♡︎

Gale x AFAB f!tav / AFAB f!reader

rating: mature (fluff and really romantic sweet smut^.^)

It had been at least a tenday since the last time you or any of your companions had been afforded the luxury of a bath, having been on the road and traveling the road to Baldur's Gate for days and not coming across a single stream or lake somehow.

You’d been craving a thorough bath since the battle with Ketheric Thorm and the rest of the cultists at Moonrise Towers - you swore you’d never be able to get all the blood and grime out of your hair at this rate. It started to affect your functioning and already completely erratic sleep schedule, as all you could think about was the blood under your nails and the layer of grime and dried viscera on your skin.

Not to mention, you’d barely been able to be physically affectionate with Gale without disgusting yourself. That alone was making it nearly impossible to think straight.

He insisted that it was fine and that he didn’t mind, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to want to do anything intimate in this state. This was far beyond just having not bathed for a few days and having a natural musk (which Gale has made very clear that he very much enjoyed) - and you were nearly at your wits end.

So naturally, when Halsin notified the group that he found a river that flowed into a small lake while he was hunting in wild shape, you were the first to claim first turn bathing. The group all groaned in protest - particularly Astarion who’d been just as, if not more perturbed about his begrimed state and stained clothes - everyone else longing to have a moment of reprieve and refresh before whatever awaited you in Baldur’s Gate.

There was a resounding sigh and eyeroll (apart from Halsin) from the group as Gale offered to accompany you, after Halsin suggested bathing in pairs for safety purposes. Your companions had not been exactly quiet about their annoyance toward you and Gale’s blatant displays of affection since your night together under the stars in the Shadow Cursed Lands - you and Gale joked with each other that they were all likely just jealous and pent up, so to speak.

You were the first to slink off toward the river, barely able to contain your excitement towards finally feeling clean again. Gale ran to his tent to grab the lavender soap he found while exploring that he’d been saving for himself (and you) as well as a couple of cloth towels that he washed and asked Astarion to sew up the tatters and tears in.

You essentially stripped yourself almost entirely bare before even getting close to the water’s edge, leaving a trail of garments and belts and boots behind you as you ambled up to the shore.

The air was crisp and the breeze was comfortably cool, the reflection of the moon shone and shimmered across the water surface. It almost felt unreal, like it was a mirage after one too many days without fresh drinking water. The only way you were able to confirm that you weren’t dreaming was by wading into the placid waves and laying back, allowing yourself to float.

You let out a breath that it felt like you’d been holding for days and closed your eyes, your body gently drifting as you lazily moved your arms and legs with no destination in mind. This was the most relaxed you’d been in months (and probably would be for the foreseeable future), and you intended on enjoying every second.

Gale finally approaches the shore, nearly dropping everything in his hands when he catches sight of you peacefully floating on your back, your bare skin pebbling and glistening in the pale moonlight. His gaze trains on your breasts, your nipples peaked from the cool breeze hitting your wet skin. He’d been missing your body and being close to you terribly since the last time the two of you had been intimate, and just the sight of you this way was almost too much for his heart (and loins) to bear.

He wades out into the water to join you, soap in hand. You only notice his presence by the overwhelming scent of lavender filling your senses. Your eyes slowly open, and your jaw nearly drops.

Just as he’d been transfixed by your body, you found yourself sucking in a sharp breath at the sight of his - water up to his waist, hair tied back in a half updo with small strands falling over his face, the blue reflection of the water shining on his chest and skin. He was easily one of the most beautiful people you’d ever seen, and you thanked whatever gods you could every morning that you woke up beside him.

“You are so beautiful,” He smiles, bringing his arms to wrap around your waist and pull you close to his chest. “Even I’m finding it hard to conjure the proper words to describe your beauty.”

You giggle, pressing your face against his chest and listening to his slightly hastened heartbeat.

“To render the great Gale of Waterdeep speechless is a feat not many have accomplished, it's an honor.”

He chuckles lightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He begins to rub gentle circles on your back with the bar of soap, and you feel all the stress you’d been holding on to slowly release, if only just for tonight.

“Yet you manage to make it a regular occurance,” he hums, bringing his free hand up to caress your jaw.

A peaceful and comfortable silence falls over the two of you as you listen to the songs of the night - the sound of the water as it kisses the edge of the shore, the breeze through the trees and surrounding grass, the chirping and singing of whatever nocturnal creatures lurked nearby as they begun their day. You listen to his soft breathing and his heart as it thrums steadily in his chest, and the way he hums and sighs when you pepper delicate kisses around his shoulders, chest, and neck.

He migrates the soap to your arms, cradling your hand in his when he holds them up to thoroughly coat you and massage the dirt and grime from your skin. He takes his time, not a single inch of you left uncared for. He brings his hands to cup your breasts, smoothing bubbles over them and lightly pinching their peaks, eliciting a moan from you and instantly sending heat straight to your core.

To your slight dismay, he moves on, continuing his prior ministrations by rubbing the soap across your belly, then pressing a reassuring kiss to your lips when he notices your smile falter at his attention being directed there. His eyes meet yours, full of nothing but pure adoration - he thinks the world, the moon, and all of the stars of you, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t show you that at every opportunity. He believes he’s found heaven within you, your body being a perfect vessel worthy of pious devotion.

“Doing okay, my love?” He asks, breaking away from the kiss.

You nod, breath hitching as you feel your heart pounding against your ribs. “Okay is an understatement.”

He smiles widely, pleased to know that you were enjoying yourself. He knew that the last few days had been particularly hard on you and all he wanted was to see you finally relax - you deserve nothing less.

“I’ve missed you deeply.” He sighs, leaning his head onto your shoulder and kissing it, the rough texture of his beard tickles you when he does.

“We’ve slept together every night for weeks now, darling,” You giggle. “But I know, I’ve missed you, too. It's nice not to be repulsed by my own skin for a change.”

You reach for his hand that held the soap, only for him to move it away from your grasp. “Ah ah, I’m not quite finished.”

A deep red blush creeps to your cheeks as you quickly catch on to what he’s referring to, the heat that had slowly been coiling in your gut starting to burn ever hotter. You clench your thighs together on pure reflex, your body chasing any sort of friction to soothe the ache that had begun between your legs.

He notices and tenderly pushes his hand between your legs to part your thighs, pressing a longer and more meaningful kiss to your lips while lazily stroking the inside of your thigh with two fingers.

“May I?” He asks, stopping his fingers just at the top of your thigh.

You nod fervently, your eyes full of desperation.

He doesn’t leave you wanting for long, his deft fingers moving to gently massage your folds for just a brief moment before replacing them with the bar of soap. The feeling of the soap versus his fingers is like comparing a pebble to gold.

Gale was a fast learner, and in the few weeks since the two of you had become intimate with each other, he had become a consummate expert when it came to your body. He learned every little maneuver that would have you a moaning and whimpering wreck. You’d never been with a lover that managed to make foreplay nearly as pleasurable, sometimes even more, than actual sex. You’d also never been with a lover quite as generous as Gale - sometimes it even seemed he enjoyed pleasuring you more than anything else, as he’d spend hours with his head between your thighs without a single complaint.

So to only get a brief taste of what you knew was exactly what you needed, was torture.

You whine when he moves his fingers away, jutting out your bottom lip into a pout.

“I know, love. Just be patient a little longer for me,” He coos, caressing your cheek in an attempt to soothe you while he finishes cleaning you.

You contain yourself for the time being - resorting to holding your breath and clutching on to his shoulder for dear life, trying your best to be patient, because you knew that he was well worth the wait.

He finally finishes, brushing against your aching and throbbing sex with the soap one last time for good measure, then hands it to you.

“Thank you,” you breathe, your shoulders sinking as you release the air you’d been holding for a little too long as you’d started to feel lightheaded. “For taking care of me.”

“Thank you for allowing me to.” He says simply. Ever the gentleman.

He pulls you in for a passionate kiss, his hands resting on your lower back at the crest of your ass cheeks, your hands tangling into his chestnut and silver streaked locks. You let one hand rest on the nape of his neck, holding him to you to extend the kiss as long as you can, wishing you could just stay this way for the rest of your life.

When the kiss finally breaks, you motion for him to turn around so that you can lather his back. He slowly turns, seemingly reluctant to take his eyes off of you.

You’ve seen Gale naked plenty of times now, but you hadn’t realized how rarely you’d seen his bare back. And seeing it this way - wet and glistening under the silvery light of the moon, flexing as he adjusts so you can reach his shoulders properly - it was mouthwatering. There wasn’t a single part of his body that you hadn’t found yourself in awe of.

Once you lather his back fully, he turns to face you once more, his once content gaze now full of unbridled desire. Your breath catches, but still you try to continue and massage the soap onto his chest, then his stomach, letting your fingertips graze the dark trail of hair as your hand moves down.

His hand travels down to your sex once again, this time, fully intentional with his movements as he presses his fingertips to the sensitive bud. Your body jolts involuntarily in response, a gasp escaping your lips. He hums, slowly massaging along your folds, his finger edging just at your entrance but not dipping in. You try to maintain, rubbing circles of soap into the same spot for too long before you notice and move on to a different area. He grins widely, now seeing this as a game - a game he intended to win.

He leans his face forward to press a wet kiss to your jaw, leaving enough space between your bodies so you can continue to lather him. Your arm stills for a moment, your mind starting to go blank with every swipe against your throbbing cunt and his tongue brushing against your neck.

You’re trying your damnedest to keep strong, determined to ensure that he receives the same amount of care that he’d shown you, but he seems equally as determined to distract you from your efforts.

A loud moan tumbles from your lips as his finger gently pushes into you, your hips bucking against him, causing his palm to rub against your clit. He grunts, his hardened cock pressing into your hip as he lurches forward for a better vantage point to plunge his finger into you deeper and deeper.

Your hand flies to grasp his length, gripping slightly tighter than you normally would as he adds a second finger, your hand clenching tightly onto him in response. He sucks a breath through his teeth, a low rumbling in his chest that almost resembles a growl following it. You pump his cock in tandem with him pistoning his fingers in and out of you, the sound of the water splashing with your movements mixing with each of your moans and heavy panting.

You feel yourself creeping up on the edge, your orgasm imminent if he keeps up this pace. He can tell that you’re close by the way your walls clench around his fingers. You quicken the rhythm you were stroking his cock at, his hips jutting forward into your hand.

“Wait, wait,” he breathes, placing his hand over yours to stop you. “If you keep that up, I won't last much longer.”

You bite your lip, peering up at him through your lashes. “I want to make you come.”

His eyes widen slightly, his chest heaving. “Not like this. I need to have you, my love.”

You feel your walls clench around his fingers again just at his words, now desperately wishing it was his cock instead.

“Please,” you whimper, pulling his body closer so that your chest presses flush against his, his hand still between you, fingers still gently curling and thrusting into you.

“I want you to come first, love. Can you do that for me?” He purrs, his voice barely above a whisper.

His words alone push you right back up to the edge of the peak, your legs start to tremble and your fingers dig into his shoulders for support while you feel your body becoming mush from his touch. You roll your hips into his hand erratically, your hips stuttering as you get closer and closer, your vision turning white.

“That’s it, that’s my girl.”

Your head falls back and you cry his name over and over as you finally reach the peak, tumbling over the edge into free fall. His hand cradles the back of your head, his thumb gently stroking the side of your neck to coax you through your orgasm. You feel your entire body shake as you come down, and you thank the gods that you were waist deep in water otherwise you might’ve collapsed into a puddle on the floor. Not that Gale would let you fall, likely he’d scoop you up in his arms and carry you to bed before you could.

Your head slumps forward once again, resting against his shoulder as you try to catch your breath. You bring your hand up to trace the circular marking of the orb in the center of his chest, fingertips tracing the dark lines that trail out of it, stretching all the way to his eye. His eyes flutter closed at your gentle caresses, and he presses his lips to your forehead, lingering there for a moment before pulling back.

“If I could only live within a single moment for eternity, I think I’d choose this moment with you under the moon’s gaze.”

His brown eyes meet yours, almost seeming to sparkle as he speaks, every single word wrapping around you and enveloping you in a warmth that you thought only the sun could provide.

Gale was the sun. He was the rain after a drought. He was the forgiving breeze on a scorching hot day.

“I love you.” Is all you can manage to say, unable to form the proper words to express to him how truly and utterly besotted you were.

Your lips collide once again, and you hope that the kiss tells him everything you couldn’t with words. This was the kind of kiss that people go to war for, the kind of kiss you’d die to experience just once.

His hands greedily roam your body, claiming each inch of it as his with just a touch of his fingertips. His hands move to cup your ass cheeks, lifting you and wrapping your legs around his waist. You feel his hand reach under you to take hold of his cock, preparing it for you. You snake your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging slightly so he tilts his head back. Your lips and teeth waste no time finding his sweet spot, surely leaving marks that will be there in the morning. You taste a mixture of the soap, the lake water, and the natural saltiness of his skin. He whimpers slightly when you bite just a little harder, with more intent.

Unable to hold back a second longer, he lines the swollen head of his cock up at your entrance, waves of electricity shooting through you when you feel him slowly start to slip in.

You almost swear it’d hurt less if he just slammed home - the way you were throbbing and aching for him was nearly unbearable.

But Gale has never been hasty. He takes his time, he calculates his every move, he’s deliberate.

You’ve had sex with Gale several times now at this point, but every time your body still has to adjust to him, and he’s aware of that. He moves slowly not only for your comfort, but also so that he’s able to savor every inch of you as he buries himself into your warmth.

“I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this,” he breathes, his grip on your ass tightening as he finally bottoms out, the head hitting just the right spot.

“Gods, I hope not,” is all you’re able to choke out before he begins a torturously slow rhythm with his thrusts, every inch of him stroking your still sensitive walls from your prior orgasm.

Your legs tighten around his waist as you cling onto him for dear life, and the rest of the world fades away. There’s no tadpoles, no Absolute, no cultists — there’s only the two of you wrapped in each other's embrace, and the moment feels infinite.

His hand tangles into your still dripping wet hair, droplets flinging from it onto your back as he fists it, sending goosebumps racing across your flesh. He breathes heavily, murmuring random assortments of curses and your name under his breath as his pace picks up ever so slightly, his conviction to take it slowly, faltering.

You feel yourself approaching the brink again as he speeds up.

“Gale, please, I’m—“

“I know, my love, me too.” He moans, now slamming into you with a reckless abandon, all control he’d had previously now washed away with the tide and your pleading.

He finishes with one last stuttering plunge into you, the warm sensation of his spend flooding you and his cock throbbing sending you over the edge along with him. He stays in you while you both come down, chests heaving and hearts racing.

“I love you, too. With every beat of my heart.” He says after a long and comfortable silence, pushing a loose strand of hair out of your eyes.

You stay there for a few minutes longer, embracing, kissing, joking about pruney fingers and how much shit your companions were going to give you when you returned.

When you both emerge from the water, Gale grabs one of the towels and wraps it around your body first, rubbing your arms to warm you as a shiver passes through you. He presses a kiss to the side of your head, then wraps the other towel around his waist. You gawk at him for a moment, and you think you could easily go for a round two if you weren’t entirely drained from the day prior to your bath… activities.

As you walk back to camp hand in hand with him, a true and genuine smile plastered on your face that you weren’t sure you’d ever smiled before, you feel a sort of selfish gratefulness. You feel as though the cosmos aligned just perfectly to drop him into your life, even amidst absolute mayhem and turmoil. Even if nothing came of the months spent adventuring and battling cultists and searching for cures, you still had this - you had him. And he, you.

And you think to yourself - even if you died tonight, you’d die happily knowing you got to spend a moment under the warmth of his sun.

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god I love gale so much

[lets-just-daydream]

Hi hello!

Can I request some gothic angsty romance about ascended astarion years after tav left him and lives on their own? Idk if that’s up your alley or not ><

YESSSSS OMG alsooooo i kinda got carried away LOL

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Astarion never wanted to be a brooding vampire. He'd read stories all about them in his countless years and just found it a little embarrassing if he was honest. He supposed he didn't see the need to brood in the darkness anyway. He made the decision to ascend with your help a few years ago and he could bask in the sun, he could make an army that bent to his every whim, he could feed on whoever he wanted, whenever he wanted. And yet, he sat in front of his fireplace, curtains drawn shut with a golden goblet of wine in his hand, brooding.

He had everything he ever wanted. Well, almost everything but he could hardly be blamed for that. Well, you did blame him and he was displeased to say the least you would ever dare to defy him. How could you? After everything. He devoted everything to you, worshipped you and granted you the gift of eternal life so you could spend it by his side. But after some time into your relationship with him after he had ascended you had just… left. He remembered it so clearly.

"Good morning, my treasure," Astarion whispered against your skin as the sunlight beamed in through the window.

It bathed you both in a soft light and you turned to admire his alabaster skin. He rubbed his nose against your neck and inhaled. He would never get enough of your musk, and he made sure he laid claim over you by making sure he bathed you in his own scent, so no one would ever dare to try to make a move on you.

You had noticed Astarion had become more… possessive of you lately. At first you found it endearing and butterflies would flutter in your stomach when he'd wrap a protective arm around your waist, or when he'd hover nearby. But once, one of his spawn had sought you out to ask a question and Astarion was displeased. He came up next to you while you were mid-conversation and pressed a hot, urgent kiss to your lips, coming close to undressing and claiming you in front of his spawn.

"Astarion," you said, trying to pull away. He held onto you and you pushed him away, heaving heavy breaths from the embarrassment. "What in the hells are you doing?!"

The fact that you were so… insubordinate in front of someone else caused him to glare down at you. He growled and pulled you by the arm up to the bedroom and fucked you loud enough that the entire palace heard you screaming his name. He owned you and he needed you, his spawn and anyone else who might hear to remember that.

"You're mine," he whispered in to your ear as he fucked you.

The next time Astarion had made you feel uneasy was when he decided he wanted to host a party. You were excited, now that the two of you could just enjoy your lives after all the shit you'd been through. And because of that, you thought you deserved a nice, new outfit to wear for the party. You grabbed your gold pouch and left the palace to wander through the high-end shops. You had such a fun afternoon trying on what felt like hundreds of outfits before you finally landed on a beautiful piece with gold trimmings and gorgeous threadwork. You hoped Astarion would like it and you were excited to show him your new purchase.

You arrived home and were greeted by Astarion near the front door. He heard you enter the house and stalked over to you, grabbing you by the shoulders.

"Where the hell have you been?" He asked, his fingers gripping your tightly.

"I was out at the shops," you faltered, gesturing to the cloth clothing bag in your hand.

"And you didn't think to tell me you were going out?!"

Your brows furrowed. "I didn't think I needed to update you on my every movement. Would you like you know the next time I need to scratch my ass?"

At your taunt, Astarion's expression darkened and one of his hands slid to your throat, squeezing lightly. His voice dropped and you shivered slightly as he seethed. "I have half a mind to lock you away in the bedroom and only let you out at my own leisure."

You gasped slightly and pulled away from him, his hands dropping as he glared down at you.

"You'd do well to remember your place, pet," he said as he reached out and caressed your cheek. He tutted at your scared expression and leaned forward to press a kiss to your forehead before he stalked away, leaving you visibly shaken.

You still stayed by his side, however. You figured he was still getting used to the new power he had and figured he wouldn't know better if you didn't say so. So you decided to pull him aside one day, asking if you could talk.

"You want to talk? That's cute," he said condescendingly.

You frowned and sat in the armchair opposite his, the fire crackled as the silence between you stretched. You tried to find the words but you weren't sure how he was going to take it no matter how delicately you put it.

"Well, my little treat?"

You sighed and looked up at Astarion. He was so beautiful, the shadows cast over his face from the fire made him look ethereal almost.

"Astarion, I don't know how to put this. I don't want you to get upset but… I don't think I can stay here anymore. With you," you whispered.

His brows furrowed and for a moment, you weren't sure he heard you but his expression turned steely after a moment. "What are you talking about?" He asked, his voice devoid of any warmth.

He stood and walked over in front of your chair, glaring down at you. You could only stare back, slightly afraid as you watched his nose flair in displeasure. He corrected himself and softened his expression, one of his hands coming down to rub your cheek softly, as if he might break you if he held you too tight.

"You don't want to stay here with me anymore, is that right pet?" He asked.

You slowly nodded your head, your eyes never leaving his.

"Would you like to tell me why?"

You gulped and took a deep breath as you tried to piece together an explanation that wouldn't make him too angry. You had had a taste of his bouts of anger and you were on very shaky ground right now.

"Do you remember when you first ascended and the night we spent together?" You gave him a soft, hopefully reassuring smile. "You said that you'd take of me forever, that I would want for nothing and you would never let anything happen to me?"

Astarion nodded wordlessly.

"Well, I don't feel very well taken care of," you said slowly. "I feel like you're… controlling me. I miss the person you were before you became the ascendant."

Astarion scoffed and dropped his hand from your face. "You miss the weak, pathetic little spawn I was?"

His words stung slightly and you looked down at your hands in your lap. "Is that how you see me?" You faltered. "A weak, pathetic little spawn?"

Astarion dropped to his knees and knelt in front of you. You looked at him and had trouble reading his expression, but he looked at you with adoration.

"Little love," he murmured, his face so close to yours that your noses were almost touching. "When I was a spawn, I was a scared and controlled pawn in whatever Cazador told me to do. I was locked away in dungeons. Do I lock you away?"

You shook your head.

"He forced me to sleep with thousands of strangers and bring them to him. Do I make you sleep with the disgusting vermin of this city to bring them to me?"

You shook your head again.

He cupped your jaw in his hand and rubbed your skin with his thumb. "When I disobeyed him one time, he locked me in a casket for a year and let me starve, begging for death for months on end. When you've upset me, have I ever done such an abhorrent thing to you?"

"No," you whispered.

"No," Astarion repeated. "I love and cherish you so much, my treasure. I only want to keep you within my reach and in my arms to ensure your safety. How could I ever do to you what he did to me? I've never heard of a vampire spawn treated as well as you are."

He gave you a soft, loving smile and you returned it, unaware that he had just played you like a fiddle. You were so easily manipulated now, just like you were when he first met you. Exactly how he wanted you.

After your conversation with Astarion, he had actually calmed down a little bit which was surprising to you. But he seemed stiffer than usual and you found yourself walking around eggshells near him anyway. Most spawn did of course, he was the ultimate vampire. The vampire ascendant. But the fact that he had become softer and you still didn't feel completely comfortable around him anymore set a pit in your stomach.

You weren't like normal lovers who had simply had a quarrel and would work it out. You were fantastic beings who could live forever, and Astarion had total control over you. This could last forever if you let it. So you figured, what was the harm in another talk? He had been reasonable last time and corrected himself, he loved you and you were completely devoted to one another.

You entered his study where he sat in a plush armchair, reading a book of some sort. The curtains were open and sunlight was streaming in through the windows, bathing him in sunlight. It was lucky he could withstand the sun, he looked gorgeous basking in its glow. He glanced up to see who was intruding and a smile spread on his lips when he saw you approach.

"Ah, my sweet," he said as he placed the book on the table beside him. "I've missed you today."

He patted his hands in his lap and gestured for you to come sit, which you obliged. You sat with either knee straddling his hips and he looked up at you with soft, red eyes before gripping your hips and nuzzling his face in your neck.

"You smell divine as always," he whispered against your skin, pressing a kiss to your neck.

He seemed like he was in a pretty good mood so you figured now was as good a time as any.

"My love…" you began, placing your hands over his.

Astarion pulled back from your skin and gazed into your eyes with a look that said he knew something was coming. "Yes my sweet?"

"Maybe I'm just being silly but… I'm worried that you've been distancing yourself from me."

You watched as he raised a brow, his mouth hardening into a line. "Distancing myself? I'm not sure I know what you mean."

You sucked in a breath. "Since that day we talked, when I said I wasn't happy… I don't know, things feel different."

Astarion scoffed and gripped your hips tighter. "First, I give you eternal life with some of my own power sprinkled in. Then, you wanted to leave me because," he raised his fingers in air quotes. "I don't treat you well. So I relaxed and have given you extra freedom, you've even talked to some men and I haven't killed them. Now, you're not happy with that, either."

His expression darkened and he wrapped his fingers around your chin and cheeks, holding you in place. "What more could I give you that you don't already have?"

You trembled slightly and studied Astarion's face. You caught a glimpse of something you saw the day he turned you… Something demeaning and possessive that you didn't understand at the time but you do now. He doesn't see you as an equal, he sees you as his object. Truly a pathetic, little spawn.

Tears brimmed in your eyes and you shut them as the tears rolled down your cheeks and onto Astarion's fingers. A choked sob left you and while Astarion's eyes stayed steely, he pulled you into a hug and patted your hair. You sobbed into his shoulder and you weren't even sure what you were crying for. Many thoughts raced through your mind that caused you to sob harder. You remembered the first time you ever met Astarion, the first night you had ever spent together, when he had confessed his love to you in spite of himself and a moment you wish you could take back. The moment you decided to let him ascend. That one made you cry the most.

"There, there, my love," Astarion comforted. "We'll fix this."

His words were soft but you heard the strain in his voice when he spoke. You couldn't know that he was so incredibly frustrated. He had never seen anyone behave like this when he was a spawn under Cazador. The vampire master never stood for it, but also, Cazador didn't have someone like you. Maybe Astarion needed to try a different approach. He'd tried what just came naturally and then he tried being more like what you wanted him to be. Clearly you weren't happy with either of these so he decided he would do what he wanted to do.

Whether he was going to lock you up somewhere or chain you to the bed he wasn't sure but he'd had enough of trying to please you and having it thrown back in his face.

You, on the other hand, weren't sure how he was going to react after this and worried that Astarion's patience was only so limited. You could only handle so many of his different ways of showing his love for you before it turned into something completely unsavoury. You would never say it to him but… he was starting to remind you of Cazador. Only a little bit, but enough that it scared you.

You weren't sure if dealing with Astarion's new way of love and life or leaving and starting a new life on your own was scarier. But you had to make a choice and you didn't really want to stick around to see how Astarion was going to "fix" this one.

After your moment in the study, Astarion retired to the bedroom to rest. You told him you would join him soon but instead you waited until all the spawn had either turned in or gone out for the night. You stood at the bottom of the stairs and heard nothing from your bedroom. You quickly and quietly made your way to the front doors before slipping out with a gold pouch and some possessions in your pack you had stowed away earlier.

You ran your hand fondly over the pack. It was travel-worn and had served you well during your adventures since the nautiloid crash. Your eyes became misty as you recalled memories with Astarion over those weeks. You glanced at the door behind you before taking off into the night to hide yourself away.

Whilst you weren't sure how long your immunity to the sun would last, hopefully forever, you were grateful to Astarion for granting you that at least. You wouldn't have to hide away in the Underdark. But… you would have to seek out your own sustenance now which you weren't sure you could stomach. But this was your decision for now, whether you'd end up crawling back to Astarion or not.

The following morning, Astarion woke and reached out for you, feeling nothing but cold, empty bed. He sat up with a start and looked around the room but you were nowhere to be found. He jumped out of bed and pulled some pants on before storming through the palace in search of you. As he checked each room and you weren't there, his anger and worry increased. Had someone kidnapped you? He hadn't found any random notes, plus no one would be foolish enough to do that. His brow furrowed and he bit down on his lip in frustration.

Oh! Perhaps you'd gone to the shops for the morning. He felt relieved at this thought. You'd done this before and you'd be back in no time. With a relieved sigh, he turned to one of his spawn and asked him to draw a bath. He wandered back to the bedroom and set out his clothes for the day. He smiled as he ran his fingers over your dresses and possessions, each one of them was so… you. Perhaps he'd come and join you at the shops when he was done.

He picked some clothes out but paused on his way out of the closet. His eyes narrowed to a spot on the floor that looked strangely empty. Racking his brain to think about what could be missing, he dropped his clothes with a gasp as the penny dropped. He let out an angry cry when he realised your travel pack was gone. He dressed quickly and stormed through the palace once again, this time angrier and with more urgency.

The spawn approached to tell him his bath was ready, but Astarion pushed him to the side as he descended the stairs and walked out the door, slamming it behind him. He stepped outside and as he looked around at all the people who milled around and did their shopping, he had no idea where you could be. His first thought was that you'd be hiding someplace dark and well-hidden but you had his own blood in your system. You could be anywhere.

In reality you weren't that far away. You had become so familiar with every nook and cranny of Baldur's Gate whilst you and your merry band had been on your quest. So you were pretty certain you could keep off Astarion's radar, for now at least. But gods, you were going to miss him.

You'd managed to stay hidden for a while, dodging his spawn and keeping out trouble. You did miss him something fierce and you'd been tempted to go crawling back to him a few times but to what end? But could you last eternity like this without him?

Astarion had the answer to that. The answer was decidedly no. He had no idea where you had disappeared to but he was never going to give up on searching for you. Other spawn had tried to view for his affections but none could hold a candle to you. None could ever begin to even compare to you. It was you he wanted and it was you he would search for, forever if he needed to.

[sky-kiss]

Okay I had a thought and you can do with it whatever you want... but Raphael speaking infernal is so underrated. Even in game when he casts spells during battle, he doesn't really verbally say anything which is a shame (but is kinda cool if certain beings are powerful enough to cast nonverbally. Either that or my game is hella bugged). When you had that moment in your latest chapter of him speaking infernal to transform that made me 😳Like the way it'd described of being this harsh language and Raphael speaking it just snapped some part of my brain and I'd imagine it'd do something for Joi/Tav too. Like would Raphael still somehow make it sound beautiful (to quote Mamzelle, "a voice that could make the foulest blasphemy seem the sweetest hymn" or it would he still sound harsh but it's still hot because it's flying out of THAT mouth?

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A/N: There’s an actor I used to adore who was German, but often spoke a lot of french. So his German would come out with that gentle French lilt. Gonna channel that.

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He comes to her in the evening, this devil she loves, and the scent of cherries, sulfur, and musk hangs about him like a shroud. Raphael prowls about her suite like some great cat, his dark head held high. In the hells, his hellfire eyes will light with their inner fire. On the prime material, he’s softer. Warm brown, a touch of honey, almost sweet enough to make her forget. 

“You’re late,” she says. 

He hums lowly. The natural theatricality of the noise does not rob it of its power; Tav shivers. The devil sees; he knows. He always knows. “Ah, but there is such beauty in anticipation, wouldn’t you agree? Desire honed to a knife’s point.” A turn of his right hand, long-fingered and elegant. “Before one tips over the edge.” 

It’s a fine enough point in principle, but less appealing in reality. Their time is short, limited to stolen moments when their schedules align. She has a city to rebuild. He has the lower planes to conquer. 

Her devil smiles, patronizing. “If you feel neglected, mouse, I have already proposed a solution. You’ve only to accept the offered hand.” 

“Join you in Hell?” He nods, eyes wide and lovely. It strikes her that he has cultivated every aspect of this human skin: the smile is so wide, so open, and so nakedly suffused with guile that it wraps back around to innocence. 

Raphael steps close. The scent again: cherries, sweet and delicate. Her devil, wearing sweetness and silk to hide his uglier underbelly. He brushes the fringe of her hair back from her cheek, touch lingering. “Deny me all you like, pet. It shall make the eventual fall all the sweeter.”

Anticipation. Tav shivers. 

Some nights, they fuck in front of the fireplace or on the chaise. Never in the bed. It’s her stipulation. Raphael crinkles his nose at the coarse language and indelicacy of the location. She deserves better, he says. The phrase always comes with an accompanying hand gesture, as if he's framing her for a portrait. Something pretty he can lock away from the world, point at when he wants to feel superior. Admire his wealth, this wild adventurer he’s collared. 

Most nights, they work. Tav shuffles through requisition orders. Raphael amends his contracts. She watches him work, more often than not, gaze flicking across the elegant script. It burns, and there’s an undeniable elegance to the infernal ruins. Tav reaches out to race a line, mouthing the words. She’s out of practice. Infernal is not a pretty language; it fits particularly poorly in her untrained tongue. Raphael rests his chin in his palm, amused by her attempt. 

“Allow me.” 

The devil repeats the phrase. It may as well be a different language. The words drip off his tongue, the harshness erased in favor of a lilting cadence. Tav chews the inside of her cheek, brow furrowed. “Is that…is it a regional dialect? Something distinct to Cania?” 

“In all likelihood, you’ve only heard the lower dialects. The least baatezu are harsh and guttural. The higher speech has a grace to it, provided one is willing to learn. It is a melody, dark and heady as any wine.” Raphael places his hand, palm up, on the table. “Allow me.” Tav sets her hand in his. “Close your eyes, pet.” 

She does. 

Raphael traces lines across her palm, humming to himself. “There are four tongues, sweetling. Lower, lowest, high, highest. For the sake of your sanity, we shall avoid the dialect of the archdevils. But the language of the courts might please you.” 

“And is there a reason my eyes must remain closed?” 

He chuckles, thumb pressing against the veins of her wrist. There is an awful note of potential in the touch; he could break the fragile bones with half a thought. “Feeling, Tav. Like the steps of the dance, it should fill you, move you.” 

She shivers as his fingers ghost up her forearm, featherlight nerve strokes. Raphael repeats the lines of infernal, his fingers drifting up on the mouth melodic stretches, dipping down when the words adopt a guttural edge. It is never grating, never clipped; some of that is exclusively him, years of experience and language marrying in a distinctive vocal pattern. Tav chews her lower lip. She’s too aware of his heat, pinpricks of warmth dancing across her skin as he plays his game.

It is beautiful and dark, and she feels the words on her skin. Raphael traces the runes. Her mind struggles to translate the higher dialect, flowing until it isn’t, succinct until double-meaning creeps into the terminology. Tav feels drunk in the darkness. 

“And now,” his voice is closer, spoken against the shell of his ear. The devil gathers her into his lap. He smiles into the curve of her throat. “The student demonstrates what she’s learned. Come, pet, impress me.” 

He traces the runes on her thighs. Over the skin of her belly. Between her breasts. And if she loses the thread, if her voice gives way, her devil stops. He’ll suck a bruise into her throat, press teeth until they threaten to breast skin, tease, tease, tease…

Anticipation, she thinks, that earlier word flitting across her awareness. 

And her devil is ever patient.

[unreadpoppy]

Hi darling. Can I ask for soft Raphael? To help you a little I am giving you few prompts. You can use only one and if you are brave enough all of them :) *pearl necklace *bow - tie *swan

Hi anon, thanks for the request! I ended up only doing one of the prompts kkkk. This fic was very much inspired by @reallyhatethiswebsite fic, ‘Creature Comforts’ (go read it, it’s amazing!) and I took the concept of a Tav who’s a sex worker at Sharess Caress and Raphael’s favorite. Warning for the usage of the word “whore”. Hope you liked it!

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Pearls - Raphael x Fem!Tav

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That peacefulness was cut short when Tav felt someone shaking her awake. Still with her eyes closed, she turned around, ignoring whoever it was. Then, the sheets which she covered herself with were ripped off of her, prompting Tav to finally open her eyes, being met with Nym’s gray ones. Sitting on the bed, she asked “What do you want?”

The drow crossed her arms. “There’s a client waiting for you.”

Her eyes widened. “But it’s my day off! Can’t you attend to whoever it is?”

Nym shook her head. “He asked specifically for you. Mamzell tried to change his mind but he paid good coin.”

“Ugh.” Tav rolled her eyes, stretching her arms and putting her feet on the floor. Before getting up, she asked “Do you at least know who’s the bastard that ruined my sleep?”

The drow raised a brow. “Who else but that devil.” She smirked. “He seems quite smitten with you.” She teased as Tav quickly put on a simple, beige dress. “Considering how often he comes here, one might even say it’s love.”

Tav stood in front of the mirror, trying to make her hair look presentable. Her eyes met Nym’s in the mirror, and she raised one brow, skeptically. “He’s a devil. I doubt he even knows what love is.” She turned to look at the drow. “And if he was in love, he’d be a fool.”

“And what about you?” Nym asked, walking closer to Tav. “How do you feel about him?”

She contemplated her answer for a moment, gathering her thoughts. In truth, she quite liked him, as he was one of the few clients who treated her with respect. He would converse with her, long after her services were done, asking her about things beyond her work. He’d gift her with books and then discuss with her about it, complimenting Tav on her mind, saying ‘You are far more than just a body or a pretty face, dear. If none else can see to that, they are not worthy of your presence.’

It also helped that the devil was quite easy on the eye. Tav smiled. Maybe, if he wasn’t who he was and she didn’t have the work she had, there could be a chance to pursue those feelings, let them bloom.

Alas, Tav was still a whore and Raphael was still a devil, and so, she told Nym “He pays me well. That’s all I need to care about.” Grabbing a nearby shawl, she wrapped it around her shoulders, and left the room.

She remembered her mother’s words, uttered once when she was a child but that haunted her since.

There is no such a thing as love for people like us.

With that in mind, she made her way to the Devil’s Den, knocking on it twice before the doors were opened. Raphael stood in the middle of the room, hands behind his back, a smirk forming on his face as she walked in.

“My, my, finally you decide to arrive. Any longer and my feet would become rooted to the ground.”

Tav raised a brow, holding her shawl closer. “Well, it’s what you get for bothering me on my day off.”

“Ah yes, that. Mamzell tried to tell me off, but as you well know -“ He took a step towards her “I always get what I want. One way or another.”

Tav took in a deep breath. Raphael was close enough that she could smell his cologne - cherries with a hint of musk, overwhelming the smell of sulphur that fiends were known for. She looked at him, into his deep brown eyes, trying to take a read on him. He didn’t look like he was there for carnal pleasures, but Tav couldn’t tell his true intentions.

“And what do you want, Raphael? What was so important that you demanded I come see you?”

The devil smiled, taking a step back. “Do not worry, my appearance here is only momentary. In an instant, you shall be free to enjoy the rest of your day off.”

Tav huffed, crossing her arms, as Raphael walked around, giving a little speech.

“I have grown fond of you, you know? In my own way. And I kept thinking, how can I express my gratitude for all the time you have so graciously spent in my presence?”

With a flick of his wrist, a small, wooden, rectangular box appeared in his hand. Tav stepped closer, noticing carved inscriptions along the sides and on the lid, recognizing the language as infernal. She traced the words with her fingers, impressed by the fine work.

“Open it.” Raphael demanded in a soft tone. She did and inside, there was a pearl necklace.

“Raphael, I-“ Tav gasped at the sight, almost scared to touch it. The necklace seemed expensive, probably worth more than what Tav had ever earned.

“Do you like it?”

“I-it- it’s lovely.” ‘But I don’t think I should have it’ she finished the sentence in her mind. Tav had only ever seen the ladies of the Upper City wearing this sort of jewelry, doubting that a whore such as herself, who bedded devils, would be worthy of wearing it. However, she knew better than refuse such a gift. “Thank you.”

Raphael smiled. “I want to see it on you.” He grabbed the necklace, leaving the box on a nearby table. He moved behind Tav, his hands appearing in front of her, holding the adornment against her neck and clasping it on the back.

The pearls were snug against her neck and collarbone, not a tight fit but not too loose. She walked towards the pool, looking at her reflection.

“It’s beautiful.” Tav said, admiring the way the necklace looked on her.

Raphael appeared behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered, and Tav almost didn’t catch it. She felt his lips on her shoulder blade, and she could feel the blood rushing towards her cheeks.

Inhaling, Tav turned to look at him. “Thank you, again. It is a most precious gift.”

Raphael nodded. “I do not know when will we see each other again, as I have business to attend elsewhere and it might take long.” He sighed. “I hope you’ll see this token of my affection and remember me.”

“I will.” Tav moved forward and pressed a small kiss to his cheek, before walking towards the door.

Raphael smirked. “Tav.”

She turned to look at him. “Yes?”

“I want to see you wearing it when I return.” She smiled, nodded and Raphael snapped his fingers, leaving in a circle of smoke and fire.

Tav left the Devil’s Den, trying to contain a smile from forming on her face.

‘Maybe I’m the fool.’

[theemptyislost]

Ecstasy

Originally posted on ao3 - link - Heed the tags.

Pairings: Raphael/Haarlep, Astarion/F!Tav, Raphael/Haarlep/F!Tav (Raphael/Haarlep/F!Tav/Astarion if you squint really hard)

Summary:

Raphael take the time to indulge in Haarlep's newest addition to their collection.

Tav has yet to feel the repercussions of her pact with Haarlep. It is both a relief and a constant blade hanging over her head. Her carefully constructed house of cards comes tumbling down when Haarlep strikes at the least opportune moment.

Rating: 18+ | Explicit

TW: NSFW | Dubcon /Non-con | Possessive Behavior | Explicit Detail | Bloodlust | Edging | Forced Orgasm | Anal Fingering | Creampie | Rough Sex

“All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.”

― Edgar Allan Poe

Tav raised the cup of mead to her chapped lips and took a hearty swig. The honeyed alcohol, on the threshold of being sickly sweet, burned on the way down. She relished the familiar tingle that burst along her taste buds and teeth-worried lips. It was a nice reprieve from the questionable water and stale wine they scavenged.

“Another?” Gale slid up beside her, a warm smile painted on the wizard’s face; eye crinkled and twinkling. He smelled of fresh pine and vetiver rather than the usual musk and funk they had all been rocking the past month.

“I think this is going to be my last.” She sighed. “Its been too long since we have had good alcohol, and I am not keen on a hangover.” The glass clicked as she set it back on the bar.

“You know Shadowheart, or I could fix that.” Gale snorted; hand raised to wave the barkeep down.

“That is definitely not a good use of our resources or magical reserves – but thanks.” Tav laughed. Her eyes carefully looked around the bar tucked beneath the small inn. This was a secluded settlement comprised of some wayward Tieflings, Drow deserters and the like. A village built and solidified from the bond of trauma and war; idealistic and peaceful.

It made Tav hesitant, unsure what their angle was.

They had been on the road too long; had seen too many atrocities, massacres, Mind-Flayers, Devils and Cambions – Incubi.

Tav shuddered.

Goddess did her pact with Raphael’s plaything settle like acid in her stomach. She tried not to dwell on it but found herself tensing at every passing shiver. Paranoid that it would escalate into something more unbearable; the embarrassment would be too much to bear.

The group did not know – yet.

Tav hoped they never would.

So far there have been minimal repercussions. She single handedly retrieved the hammer; much to Astarion and Shadowheart’s disapproval. Everyone was against sneaking into Raphael’s domain, but Tav could think of no other way. So, she snuck in by herself, and made the reckless executive decision to leave the party behind.

It had all worked out. She was in and out without too many scratches. Haarlep had been kind enough to bathe her in Raphael’s, ridiculously ostentatious, healing pool. The evidence of their pact washed away leaving just a hint of cherry on her skin, which was easy enough to explain away.

“Well…” Gale interrupted her musing, taking a sip of his own cup of wine. “If you aren’t interested in drinking, perhaps I might be able to show you some magic that could help ease some of that tension?”

Tav’s frustrations bloomed anew.

Why were they all so horny?

“Ah…I will have to pass. I do appreciate the offer though – I just...” Tav felt her shoulders tense and the hair on the back of her neck raise; knew their conversation had piqued the interest of another party member. She could feel those piercing crimson irises she was avoiding like an eldritch blast along her scalp.

“I know – I know.” Gale sighed shoulders slumping slightly before his pep came back. “You like to keep things professional, no complications. I got it.” He took another swig of wine. “You can’t blame a man for trying.” He laughed low.

Tav nodded, eyes falling down to her empty glass. “It’s just better this way.” She reasoned. “You are all very attractive in your own ways…it just better for everyone if we keep it friendly; at least with me.” She tried to soften the blow. Especially now. She thought quietly to herself, recalling her pact with the Fiend.

Goddess, she had been turning them all down since day one. So unused to the attention and propositions it was hard to maintain her air of friendly indifference. Usually, people just overlooked her, it seemed all she needed was an illithid parasite and new instrument for them to flock to her like bees to honey. Thankfully they all seemed to accept her gentle rejections – all except one.

“You know – “ Tav started, remembering the inn keeper’s earlier inquiry about the pirate-esque looking magic junkie. “That attractive half-elf was asking about you. I am sure she would be more than happy to partake in one of your lessons on magical theory.” Her eyes slanted to observe Gale’s expression, eyebrow raised.

One of his hands came up to scratch the stubbled hair along his chin; a playfully pensive look on his face.

The wine was definitely doing its job.

“That is not a bad idea, oh gorgeous fearless leader of ours.” The Wizard slammed back the rest of the wine, wiping any spillage with the back of his hand. Eyes dancing with mirth as he gave her a goofy salute and ventured off to find his prey.

Tav shook her head.

There was rarely a dull moment in their ragtag group of misfits.

She took some gold out of her pocket and slid it across the bar. The barkeep walked towards her as he buffed out the imperfections of a glass with a rag.

“What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

Tav cringed. She would never get used to people mis-aging her. Half-Drow she may be, her parentage was also distantly infernal and as such, even though she was older than most here; she still maintained her youth.

“May I get another – but could I possibly take it to go?” Tav pulled out the flask she swiped off one of the Druids in Emerald Grove. Halsin would not approve – or he might; the large Elf seemed to have a soft spot for her. Which was good, because they were going to need all the allies they could get.

“Sure thing, doll.”  The barkeep filled her flask and took her coin. Tav thanked the elder human; grateful everyone in this village was so amiable. It was a nice change of pace, even if it made her a bit paranoid.

This type of peace always seemed like the calm before the storm.

Tav took another quick swig, felt the light buzz spread through her chest and down to her fingertips. She swiftly tucked the flask into her light armor and turned to leave. She was excited to finally sleep on a mattress again. The last time she had the pleasure of partaking in such a luxury had been Raphael’s and sleep was the last thing on her mind then.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” Astarion’s silky accent, perfectly scripted and dripping with a hidden agenda shattered her bubble of serenity.

Tav jumped back to avoid colliding with the Elfin Vampire’s chest.

His cool hands immediately flew up to hold her upper arms in an attempt to help stabilize her. Crimson irises glimmered with what looked to be frustration at her reaction, before melting to his usual bedroom eyes.

Tav carefully stepped back just out of reach.

There was something about the damaged Spawn that put her on edge. She had no qualms with helping him achieve his goals; she planned to help everyone in their party. It was that look that danced in his eyes when he thought no one was paying attention. He observed and calculated, used tactfully gained knowledge to influence or manipulate their enemies – and group – to get the outcome he desired.

She had seen it with Gale, Shadowheart and Lae’zel – then with the goblins.

Astarion seemed almost put off by her until Abdirak came into the picture and helped ease her guilt. He had not struck up conversation until after the battle that ensued with High Priestess Gut and the entirety of the Goblin encampment.

Fuck – Astarion had the audacity to proposition her before Shadowheart had even healed the rest of Abdirak’s attentions from her back.

If that was not enough of a warning, Tav did not know what was.

“Astarion.” Tav swallowed and nodded in greeting. “I hope your evening is treating you well. I was just heading off too – “

“Oh, I heard.” He cut her off, eyes glimmering. “Our magic-hungry-goddess-obsessed-wizard struck out again, did he?”

“I would not say he struck out.” Tav responded, voice even. “I am pretty sure he went to grace the Inn Keeper with his presence.”

Astarion scoffed. Crimson eyes rolled haughtily, arms crossing over his chest. He had foregone the usual armor and was dressed in his loose white shirt and leathers. The few strings along the top of his shirt had been undone enough to let the soft fabric part, highlighting the perfectly sculpted muscles of his chest and upper abs.

It should really be criminal for predators to be that attractive. Tav supposed that was the point though; how would one lure in prey if not with pretty lies and attractive features.

She needed to leave before the mead muddied more of her inhibitions.

“Of course, he struck out, darling.” Astarion’s timbre dipped low. “You are quite the treat. A pretty little thing like you, packed with all that power – unafraid to use it. You have been tensed to the point of snapping for days now – what do you say we find our own little place of nowhere. Somewhere we can lose ourselves and forget all this madness?”

He took a step forward. Tav stepped back at the same instance, keeping the distance between them. Astarion’s features contorted in a half snarl then smoothed out again – indifferent; like he caught himself.

“Look, you are very pretty – beautiful – with all the right words readied at the tip of your tongue.” Tav started, trying to be firm but also gentle. She had the inkling that the Vampire had been used for seduction; a type of Spawn honeypot, for his master. Sex was how Astarion controlled others – she refused to be a part of that, no matter how pretty the package. “I am sure there are plenty of gorgeous women,” as Tav looked around, she was starting to think this may be more of a brothel than an inn. “courtesans, men, human, or creature that would be more than ecstatic for your attentions.”

“Darling, you wound me – “ Even with his flirty tone, Tav could see the irritation in his body language. She did not understand his need to have her under his thumb; other members of their party were far stronger than her. “I only wish to help you relax. It must be so trying – given the entire time we have been traveling together, you have yet to cave to any form of carnal release.”

Tav’s cheeks flushed at his brazen words. Heart fluttered in her chest with a combination of anxiety, embarrassment, and adrenaline.

Of all her companions, Astarion had slowly become the pushiest. As helpful as he was in battles and picking locks, he was sassy, haughty and a bit egotistical. Tav started leaving him at camp more and more – but since she had come back from Raphael’s House of Hope, he had been unrelenting in his pursuits.

Damned near possessive: snappy and aggressive when outsiders appeared to show any interest. Covetous of any interaction they shared – desperate.

He was testing her boundaries more and more. Tav would not have believed it, if she had not experienced it firsthand. The thought had not even crossed her mind, that splitting the illithid tadpoles between their party was a bad idea. Until she felt Astarion try to influence her during one of their conversations – nothing outright in its aggression.

It was a subtle push from his conscious to her own, similar to when the Absolute tried to invade her thoughts and control; but done with the care of a long-lost lover. That is when Tav stopped inviting him to feed on her; there were too many unanswered questions and possible repercussions. She did not know enough about vampiric compulsion and the consequences that may have.

It was too much of a risk when illithid tadpoles were added into the mix.

“It is not my intention to wound – only to keep things friendly. I do not want to complicate the party’s dyna –“ the words caught in Tav’s throat.

A gentle touch tickled her spine. Fingers caressed each vertebra and claws scraped along the base of her skull.

Oh gods. Tav thought. Not now.

She swallowed thickly. This was very bad. Very, very bad.

“Darling, are you alright?” The soft, artificial, concern in his tone was enough to kick her survival instinct into gear. She needed to get out of here. Sequester herself away in her room – or in the depths of the forest – until Haarlep’s play passed.

“I’m so sorry – I have to go.” Tav bolted to the side, gave Astarion a wide berth and took off out the front doors of the inn. She did not look back to see the suspicious glare that trailed her or the questioning stares of strangers. The only thing left in her hast was the shiny metal of her room key, forgotten on the counter.

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Tav burned.

Sweat beaded along her brow, her small clothes were completely drenched with arousal and her limbs were starting to quake.

Haarlep and their partner were ruthless – teasing and edging her form for over an hour now.

A breathy groan of distress turned moan left her lips. The sound danced along the trees and into the night.

Lips trailed back down her thighs, a finger parted her labia and dipped into her center. Then trailed back up and circled her clit.

Tav fell against the rough bark of a tree; leaned her whole weight against the cool, rough, texture as the onslaught of her body continued.

“Goddess – please, I cannot…” Another moan and her core clenched around nothing. Cheek pressed harder into the bark; willed the small prick of pain to chase away the tidal wave of arousal Haarlep and their partner drew forth.

Lips pressed against her vulva. Warm hands hooked her knees over broad shoulders and wings. Her hands came up to play with her breasts. A devishly long, dexterous, tongue dipped into her and licked up. Lips closed around her clit; rough tongue rolled roughly against her bundle of nerves then sucked.

Tav gasped, a new wave of slick trailed down her thighs. Nails bit into the bark, almost to the point of breaking. She could feel that tongue, that mouth locked around her, devouring her as if she really were pinned to that velvet duvet again. She felt the phantom touch of her own fingers dip into her mouth, drag over her heated flesh to rub her clit as that tongue pushed into her cunt.

At the next phantom swipe, she collapsed.

Cold hands caught her on her decent.

Astarion jerked her up against him. Her back collided with his chest, forcing the breath from Tav’s lungs.

The chilled flesh and tensed muscles of him pressed against her spine; only just drawing her attention to the fact that her armor was missing. She shed it at some point in her buzz, hast, and arousal. Stripped down to just her soft trousers and billowing undershirt in an attempt to escape the inferno that coursed through her veins and hellishly hot phantom touches.

The contrast between Astarion’s undead flesh and the heat that radiated from the Fiends was too much.

Tav was far too dazed and overstimulated to think clearly. She wanted to press further into the chilly reprieve behind her, wanted to rip off her trousers and find relief – as Haarlep kept stopping their partner just as she was about to orgasm.

She wanted to cry, scream, and just come - She wanted to sleep on her soft mattress.

When this was over she was going to pay a visit to Raphael’s little devious consort and rip up their pact – they could have the hammer back for all she cared. Then, she was going to find out who their partner was and flay them.

The conniving Incubus had neglected to tell her just how much she would experience when they used her form.

Another involuntary raspy gasp was ripped from her lungs. Her head tipped back against Astarion’s shoulder, body slumping heavily against him, eyes pressed tight.

Embarrassment coursed through her – she might as well be masturbating in front of him at this point.

She could not bear it – of all her companions to find her, track her down, in this state…

“Pet.” Tav’s core clenched at the animalistic growl. “You play a very dangerous game with me.” Astarion’s arm wrapped around her shoulders, just over her breasts. His other caressed down, pressed against the trembling muscles of her abdomen until his fingers dipped just under her waistband; emboldened by alcohol and thirst.

Tav’s hands flew up. Wrapped around the corded muscles of his forearm and wrist, to stop him.

“Its not –“ another shaky inhale, “ – no game. Just…just let me go.” Tav clenched her jaw, sight grew hazy with lust as two thick phantom fingers penetrated her cunt, scissored; withdrew then repeated the action. “Fuck –“ She swallowed the heady moan. “It will pass. Just go, I’ll be fine!” Her voice pitched as she fought to control her body.

The assault did not stop. Every touch Haarlep experienced was projected onto her and amplified. The slight buzz brought on by the mead and sleep deprivation did not make matters easier.

Astarion tightened his grip around her. Compressed the air from her lungs and canted his head so his nose brushed against her clavicle. The arm around her shoulders loosened enough so he could reach up to her chin and tilt her head further to the side against his shoulder – exposing her jugular.

He inhaled deeply against her skin; the tip of his nose and cool lips dragged up her neck until they met her ear. “You reek of sulfur and cherries, darling.” He hissed. Sharp vampiric teeth grazed her neck, scratched back down to the junction where her shoulder started; fangs pressed down - not enough to break skin, but to warn. His tongue lavished the skin trapped between his teeth, tasted her, and sucked.

He pulled away with a salacious pop – Tav could feel the beginning of a bruise form from his attentions. “You taste of desire – needy, wanton, lust…let me help you.”

“Astarion.” His name unintentionally came out as a moan. She meant to deny, tell him this was a bad idea – something he would regret come morning.

Hands gripped her hips painfully tight as if they heard her cry out another’s name. Velvet duvet dragged along her bare spine as she was roughly jerked to the edge of the bed. A thick, textured, inhuman cock bumped against her pelvis. Hips pressed forward. Pushed their rigid length through her folds and along her clit, let her feel the entirety of them; like they were cautioning her of what was to come. Wider at the base then they were at the tip and intimidating.

Tav whimpered. Tears pricked her eyes in both fearful anticipation and unwilling respite; hope this would be over soon.

“This is dark magic, precious thing; Incubi magic.” The vampire behind her snarled, somehow putting the pieces together. “You constantly avoid me – but let a fiend touch you…touch what I already laid claim to.” The bloodlust was evident in his voice. His control pushed to the breaking point by the scent of her desire and fluttering pulse.

It did not occur to Tav that Astarion would not search out another to feed from. He acted so aloof and flirty with everyone. Always asking her how she thought the others would taste; she did not think he was truly interested in her; if anything, she was merely convenient meal on the go. There was nothing extraordinary about her that should have drawn his attention.

Yet here they were, and he was physically stronger than her – they were both not in their right minds.

The dread never made its way into her system – she was too strung up and lost in Haarlep and their partner; did not have the mentality or strength to push Astarion away.

It was the perfect storm.

Haarlep’s hand rose to pinch her nipple. The other slid down her stomach and found her clit. Nibble fingers circled, dipped down into her labia to obscenely present herself to their partner. The scalding heat from the head of their cock notched against her cunt. Fiery hands gripped the bottom of her thighs, just beneath her knees and pressed her thighs apart, then against her chest. The hard muscles of pectorals and abs pressed against her as a giant form leaned over her. Narrow hips pushed forward, their thick cock invaded her cunt – the intrusion made easier by the amount of foreplay and Haarlep’s fingers – her fingers – guiding the way.

“Raphael!” Haarlep and Tav screamed in union as the Cambion thrust in fully. The tip of him collided with the deepest part of her. The base of him stretching her to the point of painful pleasure. Tav voice danced along the night air, tone drenched in shocked horror as the name of Haarlep’s playmate reverberated through their link.

“I think not.” Astarion’s hand pushed past her own. Dipped under her trousers and small clothes, through her groomed thatch. Pressed over her clit, through her slick and into her core. Fingertip expertly locating the sensitive spot just past her entrance. He curled his finger in a come-hither motion and Tav jerked in his grip.

Teeth pressed into her lips to stifle the debouched sounds. The force of her bit caused her lip to split. It was too much. Raphael was far too big, Astarion too well trained – The phantom touches combined with the physical sent Tav careening towards her precipice.

Goddess, she was going to come on his fingers in the woods, while a half-devil fucked her image in another plane.

Haarlep’s incubi magic stopped her.

She felt the invisible blockage slam down robbing her of yet another orgasm.

Tav hissed out a whimper between her teeth. Tears of frustration pricked her eyes – Why? Why torture her so? What would Raphael even want with her body? She was no one!

Astarion had pulled his finger from her. Nimble fingers worked the strings of her blouse and buttons of her trousers. The crisp night air grazed her skin providing a passing sense of calm, before her back pressed roughly against the bark of the tree.

Cold fingers snatched her thighs to jerked them up and pressed them around narrow hips. Her hands immediately fell to his broad shoulders for support. Thighs trembling as Raphael’s phantom cock fucked her and Haarlep held them at the sharp edge of rapture and pain. Eyelids pressed tightly together, trying to navigate the insanity of chaotic sensations.

Astarion pressed against her. His own rigid length would have intimidated Tav – if her form was not being misused – edged for the last hour; railed by a half-devil in their Cambion form.

A cool hand came up to brush sweat drenched locks from her forehead. His hand trailed down her cheek, fingers gripped her chin and thumb swiped over her bottom lip. Finger catching up the droplet of blood that bubbled to the surface from her earlier ministrations. His other hand cupped the bottom of her ass; pulling her against him. Fingers dug painfully into her curves.

Astarion’s eyes were blown – pupils so dilated from arousal and bloodlust the familiar crimson was fully eclipsed. He brought his thumb, painted in her blood, to his lips and sucked the evidence of her mortality from the digit. The Vampire Spawn moaned as he savored the flavor of her. Eyes closed in delight.

Tav swallowed thickly – half registered that she was fucked either way. Infernal Fiends or Undead Vampire. She was surrounded by predators who had their sights set on her as their prey.

Her breath stuttered in her lungs. Muscles of her core winding tighter and tighter with no sign of mercy in sight. Cunt fluttering around a ghostly intrusion, skin alight with the rough grip along the crest of her hip and dual sensation of Haarlep dragging her hands along her breasts and gripping Raphael’s jagged horns as he fucked the visage of her into his mattress.

Astarion leaned forward, caged her in and held her against the tree with his lithe form. His chilled skin and the cool night air were a small kindness from the hellish heat Haarlep shot through their connection.

A hand curled in her hair – she could not tell if it was Raphael’s or Astarion’s – jerking her head to the side. Astarion’s lips pressed against her quickened pulse. Lips whispered ferally against her dewy flesh. “Darling – I am going to fill you with my cock.”

“Wait – Astarion…” Tav’s head tipped back as Raphael slammed against her cervix. Thigh trembling around Astarion, hips jerking forward. She wanted to tell him he was too lost in his bloodlust and confusion – could not possibly want some half-Drow bard with no real talent. That he did not have to fuck her for her to want to help him.

“No more waiting – We have waited long enough.” Tav barely recognized his voice – deep and guttural, wild in its intensity. “You were put on this mortal plane to tempt me; and I swear.” His voice cracked with thoughts Tav was not privy too. He moved so the tip of him pushed against her drenched labia, pressing in enough for the head of him to kiss her entrance.” His mouth found her cheek, then kissed the point of her ear. Soft lips ghosting her earlobe. “You were my first – first true meal…The first to see me – and I see you. You are mine, my sweat treat; and I have no intention of sharing.”  

Tav did not understand. Did not have a chance to, because suddenly Astarion was in her. His hips pressed against hers, hands gripping her ass to hold her as close to him as possible. His fingers bit into her curves to the point she was sure his nails drew blood.

“Astarion!” She cried out. “Fuck!” Toes curling, her own nails digging into the muscles of Astarion’s back. Her body quivered, completely overwhelmed; struggled to process what was actually happening to her physically.

Somehow, Haarlep and Raphael knew. Tav heard the demonic growl, ancient and ominous across Haarlep’s bond.

Claws gripped her thighs viciously. Haarlep was roughly spun around. Breasts pressed cruelly into the velvet duvet. Hips jerked up and back. Then Raphael was pressing into her again – slowly and deliberately. The snap of his hips resonated through Haarlep as they used her body. A tail curled around one of her thighs and spread her legs apart, Raphael pressed a hand along her spine. Arching her back and giving him access to hit deeper than before. Her hands gripped the velvet for support. Larger, warmer, hands spread her cheeks as Raphael kept a steady pace. Something wet slid along her back entrance. A thick finger pressed against a hole she was not keen to explore.

“With me, darling.” Astarion rasped. Breaking her away from the hyper fixation of what Raphael was doing to her form. “Eyes on me. You are here with me.” Another thrust, gentler this time. Astarion’s eyes were less endlessly black, more crimson now. Tav felt the trickle of blood dripped down her neck and over her breasts.

How gone was she to not have even felt his bite?

“I am going to take care of you.” A hand cupped her face, thumb brushed a tear from her cheek – she had been crying. “I am so – “ His voice hitched with a moan as her cunt fluttered and contracted around him; then roughed out, “I did not intend for…I should not have given into the chase in my previous state.”

His voice held such sincerity and remorse that Tav nearly believed him. She swallowed down another whimper as Raphael’s finger pressed into her over lubed back entrance. Her body shook as if it were physically happening to her.

The phantom sensations stronger now – seemed to become more tactile with every denied orgasm.

“Please – “ Tav realized she was in trouble; her body was not made for this – could not possibly survive unscathed what the Fiends were doing to her. “I don’t know how to make it stop.” A loud cry left her.

Raphael’s finger curled in her while his tail and free hand gripped her waist to force Haarlep further against him. She could feel the painful stretch as the last inch of his hellish cock was ground into her.

“Help – “ she could barely whisper around the tension of her muscles, the cold sweat that dripped down her spine and coil that was wound tighter than anything she had ever experienced. Tav did not know what she was asking for.

“Shh.” Tav made out the flicker of rage in Astarion’s eyes; not at her, but at the Cambion and his consort. “I have got you, pet. Focus on us – on me.”

Tav nodded.

Astarion moved them so her back pressed against the cool blades of grass. Situated himself between her thighs and slid his length back into her. Fingers pet over her curves and face. Any time she whimpered or started to fret over Raphael’s rough handling, Astarion was there to chase it away with a tenderness she would not have expected.

“I am going to bite you again. It should provide a distraction from any of the more uncomfortable sensations. ” Tav did not fight him. Too consumed with the orgasm that was once again approaching at an alarming rate. Her thighs rose, ankles crossed along Astarion’s lower spine, fingers pressed along the scars decorating his back as she rocked against him.

Sharp teeth bit into his faded claim on her neck. The arctic shards of pain swiftly churned to a different kind of molten flame that curled around her and sunk low into her core. She undulated at the beginning of an intense orgasm.

Haarlep warned Raphael. Raphael’s finger left her ass. Claws dug into the fleshiest part of her thighs then flipped Haarlep over. Mimicked the position Astarion had her pinned in and fucked back into her. Hands gripped her waist and held her close. His pace doubled as he sought his end within her. Haarlep moaned loudly both in imitation of her and glee at their master’s rough handling. Raphael’s lips brushed her ear; whispered his threat directly to her – knew she could hear his words through his consort.

Tav clenched at the strum of fear that ran through her. The noxious emotion melded with her extreme state of arousal and blood loss. Her scalp tingled as anxiety caused her nerves to fire off with electricity, that coil in her womb; wound impossibly tight. Her inner thighs trembled, and nails drew bloody gashes along Astarion’s back.

The Vampire groans against her, blood escaping the suctioned hold he had on her veins. His hips stuttered against hers, a hand coming down to stimulate clit expertly. Her back arched, breasts flattened against his cool chest, head thrown back, and eyes clenched tight. Her brow was pinched with euphoria, frustration, and pain as she fought for her orgasm.

“I’m so close” Tav breathed brokenly.

Astarion’s bloodied lips found hers. Kissed her as if it were their last, teeth, lips, tongue, and passion. He rolled his hips, so he hit every spot that sent starlight flashing behind her eyes. “My name –“ He hushed heatedly against her parted lips. “I want my name on your lips, pet.”

“If you scream his name – I will gut him.” Raphael snarled against Haarlep’s ear as the incubus giggled and moaned in delight. Raphael’s pace became brutal – punishing, even so, he was able to hit the parts Astarion missed with certain thrusts.

The conflicting and contrasting experience pushed Tav over the edge.

Rapture corrupted her soul. The coil in her womb snapped tight and exploded. Her cunt fluttered and clenched painfully around the dual intrusions as Haarlep mirrored her experience this time. She screamed her release silently – too tense to form coherent words or thoughts. The sound stuck in her throat; her body convulsed.

Astarion groaned against her, thrust with the intent to find his own end. One cool hand curled around the back of her head to press her further against him while the other gripped her thigh up and tight to his side. With a final push he growled his release. The weight of him would have been comforting had Raphael not still been using her.

Thick cambion cock pressed deep, clawed fingers cut along her skin and his tail yanked her down to meet every thrust. Haarlep undulated against their master as his cock swelled and released his molten seed against her cervix. The half-devil made sure to grind every bit of his release into her. The final twitch of his cock, seated as far as he could go, pushed Haarlep to another orgasm.

Tav quivered again. The erotic feel of Cambion seed against her blending with Astarion’s cold release and the residual sensation of Haarlep’s orgasm would forever haunt her.

Her connection with Haarlep was severed.

Her body collapsed fully against the cold damp earth. Muscles still trembled in the aftermath of her unholy night. The post coital haze both a blessing and a curse.

Astarion gently pulled from her, rolled on to his back and hauled her dead-weight against him. He tucked an arm around her to secure her to his side. Hand lazily trailing the outside of her arm while she rested her cheek against his unmoving chest.

“Thanks.” Tav rasped out, voice hoarse; mind and body numb. It did not feel like the right word, but she did not know what else there was to say.

There was a very high probability she would have lost her mind had Astarion not provided a small sense of grounding – even if she had no intention before this moment in time of sleeping with him. Tav found herself somewhat grateful.

This was going to fuck everything up – she had fucked everything up by sleeping with Haarlep.

Astarion snorted at her response. Hand abandoned petting her arm to thread through her sweat tangled hair. Nails scrapped soothingly from the base to the top of her skull with no regard for how he was ruining her hair further. “Where your music is the instrumental embodiment of poetry, your way with words leaves much to be desired.” He kissed the top of her head. “Rest, darling. I am also not one for pillow talk.” The Vampire Spawn sighed. “I’ll keep watch until you are strong enough to move – once you are settled and able, we will address everything." Affection thick in his voice. The tension and darkness Tav observed during their time together seemed to all but vanish. This was a softer Astarion she did not know existed – had not taken the time to coax to the surface.

It was too late.

Tav tried to trance but could not fully commit to the act. She could not shake Raphael’s words from her mind. Knowing that it was only a matter of time before she would have to slink away from the ragtag party, she had become so fond of.

They would be in danger if she stayed too long.

She tucked herself closer against Astarion – took the first small true emotional comfort she had been shown in decades and cherished it. She knew this would most likely be the first and last time a tryst between them would happen.

Tav closed her eyes and willed the darkness to take away Raphael’s wicked promise.

“I will have you, little mouse – we will have you. When my claws come down, sinking in deep. Your mind, body and soul will belong to me. Anyone standing in our way will perish.”

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Lost poems part 2 (Chapters 6-10)

Part 1

6

Tav arrived once again to Raphael's rented room in Sharess Caress. How long would this particular infernal language lecture will take? She was ready to spend at least two hours there. Knowing his needs -extended easily to four. She took a deep breath, while following her thoughts. Just one boring lesson with cambion with needs to rant and she can receive her notebook back. “And a poem, write a poem! Easy!” She thought.

She opened the door and entered the “Devil's den.” He was sitting behind the desk, reading something. Well, she realises that cambion in human disguise, was sitting and reading nothing less like her notebook. She stressed a little, why he was so intrigued by her notebook? Anyway she stood behind him, waiting patiently at his side for a while.

“Thank you for waiting, Tav. My mind was occupied.”

Tav shrugged a little, still waiting for his instructions what she should do now. Raphael ran his hand through his hair and looked at her. Then he stood up and bowed with an inviting gesture, showing her chair.

“You may sit here, little one.”

She sat on the chair, and he was standing next to her, leaning on the desk. In front of her was laying scroll with infernal alphabet, perfectly calligraphed by him.

“I would like you to start with copying the alphabet. Just write it after me, you need to get better at calligraphy.”

“My calligraphy is good!” She protested and frowned, glaring at him.

“Stop complaining and just do it. I'm wondering if in your adventures you are lingering this much too?” He asked smirking.

Tav sighed and started the task he gave her. She hoped that cambion will go away for a while, but no, he was observing her every stroke with a nib. She was trying to concentrate but his presence and intensive scent was overwhelming to her. After a while Tav started wondering about scents in his perfumes and made a mistake. She ignored that and continued writing, but he was watchful.

He placed hand on her shoulder and gave her a little squeeze. She therefore gulped and take a look at him.

“Start again, from the beginning.” He said quietly, looking calmly into her eyes.

Tav’s eyes widened.

“From the beginning?!” She raised her voice in disbelief manner.

Instead of responding he squeezed her shoulder once again. But after a while he added.

“I want your copy to be faultless. You need to get basics.”

Tav sighed and took another empty scroll. She know the basics, and he obviously was having fun with edifying her. Toadpoled adventurer started writing again and Raphael started moving through the room. He was sometimes humming and sometimes just looking through the window. After a longer while Tav finished, proud of herself, but still overwhelmed by his presence.

“Good girl.” Cambion said and received from her killer look, which amused him more than it should. He smirked and came closer once again. And she felt this cherries and musk once again in her nostrils.

7

Later Raphael gave her half hour long lecture about spelling rules in infernal language. Tav was sitting still on chair and he was walking around her, smiling and gesticulating eagerly. He was having best time of his life, probably. Tav was observing him, without saying anything. It was somehow amused to her, that he was so entertained by lecturing her. She unwillingly stopped listening to his words, instead concentrating on his movements.

Sometimes he looked like he was dancing, which made her started wondering about his dancing skills. Therefore she started wondering how it would be to dance with him.

“Tav! You are not paying attention at all!” She heard all of sudden, almost falling from the chair. Raphael was now pouting at her, probably wanting apologies, judging by behaviour. But Tav only made big round puppy eyes (they were always working on her companions) looking silently into his narrowed eyes.

He sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Alright, now. I see you can't concentrate. Hmm. Let's go back to writing then, little mouse. Write what I will be saying in infernal.”

Tav nodded, the smile fading from her face and rotated to desk.

Raphael started speaking in infernal. He said simple sentence, and she after that started writing.

She couldn't finished writing the last word, because he couldn't stand it and appeared behind her instantly. He placed his hand on hers and started moving her hand, while resting other one on desk on the other side. Once again this cherry like scent hit her nostrils.

“Your “R” looks like a blot, not a letter. Look how it should look like...” He said while moving her hand with his, with firm motions. Tav blushed lightly, and noticed that he was definitely too close now. Cambion finally released her hand and moved away, and he looks satisfied. She, in the other hand, couldn't concentrate more on infernal this day without any break.

“I need a break.” She said and put away the pen.

Raphael sighed exaggeratedly and gestured her that she is free. Then Tav slowly stood up and stretched her spine up, even her tiefling tail swayed in quick motion, to stretch. Then she passed him by, started strolling around the room. In second part there was standing big bed, covered in red silk.

“I see you are giving also anatomy lessons?” She said teasingly, smirking a little.

He laughed and came closer to her, she heard him whispering from behind.

“Only for the most outstanding students.”

8

Author notes: It's not my nor Raphael's poem, little ones. The author of poem is Constantine P. Cavafy, and the title is: "Come back". I encourage you to read the entire poem!

“Alright, little lamb. I will make now a little test, I'm curious about how much you learned. Write what you are hearing.” Raphael ordered and she get ready to writing. He was lecturing her now for 4 hours, she was tired and her thoughts was now closer to napping in his large bed than learning how to write in infernal.

“Ready? Start.” Cambion said and stood a long distance from her, leaning against the wall.

“Come back often and take hold of me, sensation that I love…”

He started reciting words on infernal, and she started writing. She wasn't thinking about what he was saying, just concentrated on writing in infernal.

“…come back and take hold of me…”

Cambion continued slowly, while observing her reaction.

“…when the body's memory revives and an old longing again passes through the blood, when lips and skin remember and hands feel as though they touch again.”

He said, while his smirk grows, looking at her extra concentrated body. He was scanning every part of her figure, while she suddenly rotated her face to him with a huge red blush on her cheeks.

“Seriously?” She muttered, but he didn't stop and finished the poem.

“Come back often, take hold of me in the night when lips and skin remember…”

He finished, amused in her reaction.

Tav moved away with her chair and looked at the nicely calligraphed poem she wrote, recited by him. But would it be enough for cambion to let her go home and finish infernal lessons?

Raphael sat on the bed and snapped his fingers. Her scroll appeared in his hands and he started reading. He looks satisfied with the test he made, and her result too. Tav looked at him with mixed feelings. She wasn't prepared for his teasings at all. But at least he wasn't hanging above her like earlier. And his scent, gods. After such day with him she will be smelling like cherries for ages.

“You passed.” He finally said and Tav made a little sigh of satisfactory.

“Now…” he continued “…you may go back home to write a poem for me, or…” Raphael stopped and gestured on the bed.

Tav blinked in disbelief, not sure if cambion is implying that thing, or making fun of her.

“Ho…me” she stuttered and gave him little bow, decorated with her once again red cheeks. After a long time of waiting cambion snapped his fingers, which made her appeared in her room in Elfsong Inn. He teleported her and the last thing what she saw was his teasing grin.

9

Author notes: In this part and the next one I am shamelessly using poem "The ingredients of a memorable night" by Nicole Lastinger. I'm somehow sad we are coming to an end of this silly fluffy fanfiction :C

“Alright, I will write a poem he would never forget.” She thought and started writing. It wasn't easy at all -once it must be in infernal and secondly -she wanted to make him embarrassed, reading that. Revenge. She spent few days, before finally gave letter to Mamzell Amira in Sharess Caress, asking her to deliver it to him.

Mamzell was squirming inside with curiosity to know what is connecting this two, but she wouldn't pry. Tav was always coming out quickly, in a rush.

Now cambion was sitting behind his desk in his mansion, House of Hope. He was creating another contract for mortals, his thoughts occupied only with souls gaining.

Suddenly he heard knocking to the door and Korilla’s head appeared between the door.

“Quickly, I don't have time.” Raphael muttered and she came inside. She hurriedly placed the letter on the desk and walked away outside in fast manner, to not make him angry. The letter was laying there for whole day, waiting for his attention.

Evening came and Raphael forget about this particular letter at all.

As in the usual evening manner bored incubus came to the cambion's office, searching for his master.

“Don't even try, Haarlep.” Raphael stopped him before he even started. “I want to finish that today, don't bother me.” He continued.

“You make me sad. But don't tell me this is the only one thing you want to finish today~” Haarlep purred and sat on his desk, his tail slowly wrapping around cambion's thigh.

Incubus was ignored and because of that started admiring his own long black claws. But not for long, after a while he saw unusual letter on the desk and sneakily grabbed it. It's wasn't any formal letter. And it… was having an unusual scent. This scent his master was wearing on himself last week.

Incubus smirked and tried to open the letter. It was sealed, and opening this would cost him few bruises or worse. He made sure he couldn't see him and strolled to the lamp. He used lamp light to try and peak and see some words from inside without opening the letter.

“…My body begins to shake.

This is when I realise

This encounter is no mistake.

My breathing heavily increases…”

Haarlep read and grinned widely, his fangs showed in full size. His eyes sparkled, and his imagination started creating lewd pictures in his head. Oh, how much he would love to know rest of the letter. Who might made such poetry for Raphael? Incubus was now dying from curiosity. He swayed with his body and placed discretely letter on desk back. Nextly he used his tail to push letter closer to Raphael, who was zoning out while reading one of his contracts.

10 -final

Author notes: Thank you for reading my abomination! Poem used in this part: "The ingredients of a memorable night" By Nicole Lastinger.

Haarlep sighed, after waiting a whole minute for Raphael to stop spacing out. Then he came behind cambion and placed his fingers between his hair. Incubus ran his fingers through hair, to suddenly grab Raphael's head and manually move it to in the right direction. Letter from Tav direction.

Cambion groaned with anger, but he finally noticed the letter. Before he reached for it, he gave deadly glare to incubus. Raphael reached the letter and opened it, breaking the seal. Behind him Haarlep was leaning over, lurking at the paper.

“Gods, does she poured out whole bottle of perfume on it?” Haarlep sniffed the air and groaned.

“Hold your tongue moron, before I will tear it out!” Raphael warned him and started reading.

”Eyes briefly meeting Hands sliding down my back. My heart is pulsing rapidly This is my angle of attack. Lips touching abrasively…”

“Get out, Haarlep. Get OUT!” Raphael raised his voice.

“But…” Haarlep tried to say something but half-devil snapped his fingers and using his power he threw him out the door.

Cambion shifted in his chair and leaned on it. He smiled softly and pressed one of his fingers to his temple. He continued reading.

“…Bodies demanding passion. Words whispered of desire And meaningful compassion. With our legs intertwining I get a feeling from within. That feeling is gratifying and almost full of sin. With us there's is no limits Nor secrets to unveil. Every word you whisper Is erotic with detail. With our fantasies recited And our wishes slowly granted. I soon begin to realise It's my name you've softly chanted...”

“Tav…” Raphael murmured to himself. Shivers appeared on his skin.

”…A rhythm in the setting Of music softly playing. Its tone is precisely amorous With the lust you are displaying. Delightfully I tell you Of the wishes I want fulfilled. As I begin to lose focus My conscience tends to rebuild. As you aggressively twirl my hair…”

“…you cheeky little…” Raphael muttered, while still reading.

“My body begins to shake. This is when I realize This encounter is no mistake. My breathing heavily increases As your goal is now in sight. I arch my back and moan In awe of this memorable night.”

“…You cheeky little mouse.” Cambion finished sentence whispering and laughed heartily. After a while he sighed and added to himself “…there is a spelling mistake in the ‘lust’ word.”

Later next day Haarlep was dying inside from curiosity, can't help himself.

“Raph, what is this all about? You found a degenerated correspondence lover?” Incubus said teasingly.

“Are you suffering internally from curiosity? That's not my problem at all. I can make you suffer outwardly too if you want to.” Raphael replied with little smirk.

Incubus groaned and stretched his body, swaying his tail in faster motion.

“Will you meet? Will come here?” Haarlep blurted, while trying to give some caress on cambion back to bring himself closer to receive answers he crave for. And he received none.

…....time skip........

Tav started wondering if not making contract with Raphael was a good decision. She sent letter with poem for him yesterday and she still didn't received her notebook. Is he going to tease her forever because of them, without returning her lost poems?

Not much was going on this day. She was sitting alone in a corner of their common room in the Elfsong Inn.

As she thought, while sitting, suddenly notebook came from nowhere to fall on her lap. The notebook bounced on her thighs and fell over the floor with a thud. Then -opened up by itself. She kneeled on the floor and leaned on. Between pages was pressed red rose. She took the notebook and raised from her knees just to meet her eyes with Astarion's crimson pupils. He was grinning widely from across the room.

“I smell cherries and sulfur…” spawn said.

“Get out!” Tav squeaked and pressed notebook to her chest.

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8, 10 & 18 from the ask game? ^^

8. What project(s) are you currently working on?

Kinda caught between stuff at the moment. I recently moved and juggling two jobs. Most of my writing attention has gone to the D&D game I’m running. It’s what I get for doing homebrew. 😅

But in terms of other writing projects, for fanfic I’ve got a small pile growing of Astarion x Evie (Ace!Tav) fics I really want to get back too. I love writing for them and frankly I miss it. I’ve also been trying to focus on some fics involving my Stranger Things OC Lucy Henderson.

For personal projects, I’m trying to also refocus my attention on a regency romance I started last year. I really wanted to have a draft done by the end of last year, but due to a lot of personal set backs I wasn’t able too. But who knows, I might at least have a first draft done this year, if I focus up.

10. Is there a fic that got a different response than you were expecting?

The first one that comes to mind is I Want it All. All the outpouring of love from the fandom for an asexual character really threw me for a loop, especially considering all the discourse around asexual readings of characters. It gave me the confidence to want to start writing more asexual characters, not just in fandom, but in my original creations as well.

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Oh that’s tough. I’m actually quite proud of most of my writing. I wouldn’t have post it if I wasn’t. Let’s see, from something recent…

“He let her scent fill his lungs, chasing away the lingering rot with the life of her blood and subtle musk of her skin. Her heart pressed against his chest so close he could feel it echo inside him like a memory.” - I Would Have Killed You

Idk, I just like the feeling of it.

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