#astarion x lilith

[sakialumei]

Lilith didn't even bother to hear his explanation, she was just ready to square up with that lady.

[honeybeebard]

Missing Files (Astarion x Lilith)

Summary// After sneaking into a young magistrate’s office to find some files that she desperately needs to get rid of, Lilith is forced to play the newly hired secretary when said magistrate catches her red-handed. What could go wrong?

(After finding this art piece by @BloodOathLilith on twitter, I immediately became obsessed and had to write a fic based on her Tav and Astarion. This is before he was turned, obviously, and will contain a filthy amount of smut with some plot at the top. I hope you guys enjoy it, and PLEASE GO FOLLOW HER ON TWITTER AND OTHER SOCIALS. SHE IS AMAZING OKAY, BYE)

WARNINGS: Smut, 18+ only, Degradation, Choking, Pet Names

“Where the fuck is it?” She mumbles to herself, combing through the files on top and inside the desk. The office was full of clutter and chaos, making it even more difficult as she desperately searched for her name on anything. Time was ticking, and if she didn’t find it soon, she would find herself in the jails below before dawn tomorrow.

The outfit she had stolen from one of the shops was itchy on her skin as she pulled at the collar of the dress, a growl rumbling in her chest as she swore and chucked the nearby pile of papers into the wall. It was helpless. She could barely make out any of these words, so how in the hells was she going to find her name?

As she turned to find some grease and a match, her last ditch attempt to burn any evidence of herself along with the rest of the office, a lone paper by the lamp caught her eye. Lilith’s eyes widened as she snatched it, her lips forming into a grin as she made out the letters of her name. 

“Fucking knew it.” She smirked, kissing the paper and making her way to the door until she saw the knob turn slowly. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-

That was the only thing running through her mind as she searched for an escape, her fists curling as she saw the window to be too small and the dresser to be too full to hide in. She hurriedly shoved the paper behind her back as the door fully opened, revealing a handsome man dressed in some of the finest silk she had ever seen. 

He glances around the office, eyebrows raised as he takes in the damage she has done before his eyes land on her. The color took her breath away, a cerulean blue that reminded her of summer skies that she trained under as a child. He stood tall, confident, though she knew they were almost the same height. 

“And you are?” The man asked, his tone light as he cocked his head slightly. She bit down on her lip, focusing back on the problem and not how unbelievably attractive he was for a godsdamn magistrate. 

“I, um,” She frowns, looking down at her dress as if it held the answer. “I was just in here because-”

“Let me guess,” He sighs, crossing his arms as Lilith prepares to be revealed. “The courts decided to send me a new secretary without warning me. Again. And just let you into my office?”

Lilith swallowed, trying to decipher if he was serious or if he was tricking her, before nodding slowly. “...Yes?”

The man rolled his eyes and walked past her, their shoulders brushing, which sent her mind buzzing as she followed him with her gaze. He glanced at his desk, clicking his tongue in dissatisfaction, before looking at her once more. 

“Well? What are you waiting for? An invitation?” His tone was sharp as he waved at the stack of paperwork. “Get to work. These need to be organized.”

She hesitated, gripping her documents still held behind her tightly as she said, “I’m sorry, I’m not sure how you want me to organize these. I think I shall go fetch you another secretary, someone more suited for-”

“Nonsense, don’t go bother someone else for a job that an idiot could do. Just do it.” He grumbled, sitting in the plush chair as he began to scribble on the parchment in front of him. Lilith, not wanting to risk anything, sat down on the small chair beside the desk and gingerly lifted the file at the top.

It mentioned something about Baldurs Gate, Nine Fingers, and some other words that she could not pronounce. She tried to sound them out in her head, her eyebrows furrowed before the paper was snatched out of her hand suddenly. 

“Did I say read them?” He said, glowering. “No. I said file. As in file them away. Gods, are you always this dense?”

“I am not dense!” She protested, glaring as she stood up abruptly. “Maybe you are since you can’t seem to keep a thing organized in here. No wonder you need help.”

Lilith immediately regretted the words the second they came out, her heart lurching as the man stood up and placed both of his palms on the table with a dangerous glint in his eyes. 

“Do you know who I am?” He asked mockingly, raising a brow. “I am Astarion Ancunin, the youngest and brightest magistrate Baldurs Gate has seen in years. I could have you thrown in the cells like that.” He snapped his fingers, his smile deadly. “I’ve had people thrown in for much less, my dear.”

She felt sweat forming on her forehead as she shook her head in apology, backing up to the door. “My mistake, Astarion, I-”

“That’s Mr. Ancunin to you, love.” He cooed, stalking around the desk. “Such bad manners for a woman dressed so lovely. It makes me wonder if you are who you say you are.” The doorknob was within her grasp, but before she could twist it, he had her pinned against the door, his arms caging her in as he sneakily stole her file from behind her. Lilith’s eyes widened as she reached for it, gasping when his hand wrapped around her throat and shoved her back. 

“Ah, so this is why the snake was in the garden.” Astarion hummed, red lips turning up into a smirk. “Looking to avoid punishment for a whole list of crimes…tsk, tsk. What are we going to do with you?”

“Let me go peacefully so that my dagger doesn’t end up buried in your throat?” She says sweetly, her eyes dark as he throws his head back and laughs. 

“What happened to the sweet, innocent secretary standing here moments ago? Or do you give up that quickly?” He taunts, tightening his grasp as she struggles against him. “I have your life in my hands, darling. I think you ought to tread carefully lest you draw even more attention to yourself than petty theft charges.”

Lilith snarled, baring her teeth as she tried and failed to snatch the paper once more. “Let me go, or I swear by the blade, I’ll stain this entire room with your blood.”

Before she could lunge again, Astarion deftly flipped her around so that her front was now pressed against the oak of the door, his body leaning into hers as his breath ghosted over her ear, “Temper, temper, little one, I’m sure we can come to an agreement.”

She couldn’t stop the shiver that ran down her spine from his touch and his scent, rosemary and bergamot wine, filling her nose until her vision felt fuzzy. His hands were now roaming her waist, his touch hot despite the layers separating them, but just as her eyes fluttered shut for the briefest of moments, she realized too late what he was doing. 

Astarion stealthily stole her only weapon, dodging her angry fist with ease as he took a step back and twirled it between his fingers. Lilith, without hesitation, ran towards him to tackle him, only to trip over her own skirts and fall to the floor.

Until the snarky, white-haired magistrate caught her, of course. 

“Sloppy.” He stated with disdain, his face inches from hers as she glared up at him. “I’m prepared to offer you a deal. A quid pro quo, if you will.”

“A quid what?” She scrunches her nose, looking at him strangely as he rolls his eyes again and pulls her up to his height with ease.

“Quid pro quo, darling. Tit for tat.” He explains, eyes glancing down to her lips before back up to her face. “I detest thieves and liars, always ready to lock them away to better our society, but there is something about you…”

She flinches instictevley as the back of his knuckles brush against her cheek, testing the waters. Lilith’s lips parted for him as he turned his hand over so his thumb could capture her bottom lip, teasing the soft flesh as the air around them became electric.

“Do we have a deal, little thief?” Astarion murmured, his grip on her tightening. She watched him, weighing her options though she already knew what she was going to do as the heat of her cunt seemed to turn into an inferno. 

“Yes,” She agreed, her tone breathless. “Please.”

Astarion’s lip curled into a smirk at how pliant she had become. He let her go, watching as she fell to her knees before him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She looked up at him, hands on his thighs, and a slight nod was all she needed to free him from his breeches. 

Lilith’s mouth watered as she saw the outline of his cock through his boxers, her hands greedily pulling them down so she could get to work. He was long with a little girth, his tip red and leaking as she took him all the way down her throat. She couldn’t stop the pride swelling up when he cursed and fisted his hands in her hair, obviously caught off guard.

“Fuck, darling,” He groaned, nails digging into her scalp as she set a slow, sensual pace. “You’re good at this.”

The praise made her preen inside as she ran her tongue from the bottom up on the underside of his cock, flicking it at the tip and causing him to shudder and thrust forward. She choked but only for a moment, relaxing her body so that she could take him. 

She didn’t know how this situation had ended up like this, especially after the threats from both of them, but she wasn’t about to refuse such a gift. Especially when it came with her freedom and a hot elf’s cock in her mouth. 

“Mmmph!” Lilith moaned, the vibrations making Astarion gasp and pull at her hair again. The pain was mixing intoxicatingly with her pleasure, one of her hands hastily shuffling her skirts so she could sink two fingers into herself. 

“That’s right, little thief, touch yourself for me.” Astarion snarled, biting his lip when she raised her eyes to watch him. He could already feel his balls tightening with the urge to cum just from that sinful gaze. “Fuck yourself on your fingers, wishing it was my cock ruining that pretty pussy.”

His words made her pull off his cock for a second and whine loudly, curling her fingers as she chased her own high. Astarion, however, wasn’t having any of that as he wound her hair in his fist and yanked it back painfully. “Ah, ah, this is for me, darling. Remember your place.”

He grabbed his cock and rubbed it across her cheek, smearing the mixture of her saliva and his precum across her alabaster skin before shoving it roughly back into her mouth. Lilith didn’t care, though, her brain hazy as he fucked her mouth. 

She continued to watch him as he ruined her, her eyes teary and bleary as his movements started to grow sloppy. He growled above her, lips pulled back in a primal snarl as he waited until he was almost to the edge to pull out. 

Astarion didn’t give her time to react as he yanked her up and shoved her back to face the door, lifting her skirts and pushing aside her underwear in one fluid motion before he lined himself up with her dripping hole.

“I want to hear your cries, little thief, as I fuck you like you deserve.” He grunted into her ear, biting the tip of her pointed ear as he pushed himself all the way in with one thrust. The sensation of being stuffed full and his teeth grazing her ear made her see stars, her mouth hanging open as her nails dug into the wood door.

“Fuuuck…” She moaned, panting as he wasted no time in fucking her hard and rough. He was hitting spots inside of her she didn’t even realize she had, the feel of him dragging through her walls making her toes curl. “Feels so good, Astarion.” 

He tensed for a moment at the use of his name before relaxing again, moving one of his hands to cup her face and turn it to the side so he could see how desperate she was. 

“Look at how well you take your punishment, how wet your cunt is for a stranger's cock.” His tone was teasing, but she could hear how breathless he was as well, his other hand drifting to her clit. “You love this, don’t you…Lilith?”

“Fuck yes!” She cried out, her back arching as he rubbed small, fast circles on her clit. “Please, shit, please go faster.”

“Greedy little thief,” Astarion growled into her ear, pinching her clit between his fingers as he fucked her as if his life depended on it. The sound of his balls slapping against her wet sex echoed across his office as he felt that familiar tightening in his abdomen. “Do you want me to cum inside you, darling? Leave you dripping a trail all the way back home?”

“Gods, yes!” Lilith pleaded, her face red and eyes desperate as she watched him. “Fill me up, fuck me, I don’t care, just don’t stop!”

“I have no plans to, darling.” He chuckled, rubbing her clit once more until he could feel her start to flutter around his cock. It only took a few more circles until she was crying out his name, her eyes rolling back in earth-shattering euphoria. Astarion was right behind her, his hands falling to seize her hips as he thrust one, two more times before stilling as he coated her walls. 

“That was…” He panted, looking up at the ceiling. “Amazing.”

Lilith could only nod, her legs shaky as he gingerly pulled out and fixed her outfit. She rested against the door for a moment, collecting herself from the best orgasm she had ever had, unbeknowing that Astarion was doing the exact same thing.

When she finally turned around, she was surprised to see how fast he had fixed his outfit and hair. Almost no evidence that he had just fucked her brains out thirty seconds ago. Well, except for the slight flush to his face. 

He licked his lips and picked up her forgotten file from the floor, tearing it in two and handing it to her with a smirk. “A deal is a deal, darling. You are free to go.”

“Well, um,” She hesitated, crumpling the paper in her hands before looking back at him. “Thank you. For…this. And that.”

“The pleasure was all mine.” Astarion purred, turning to walk back to his desk while she walked to the door. As she opened it, she heard him call her name, making her turn to look at him. 

“If you ever find yourself needing another file lost, do come by again. I’m sure I’ll be seeing your name again soon.” He grinned, sending her a wink and waving to her as she blushed and rushed out of the room.

Lilith walked down the hall and to the stairs, biting the inside of her cheek as she felt his cum leaking down her thigh. She would definitely be coming back. 

[sakialumei]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH the way that I SCREAMED when I got this!!!! Thank you so much boo-boo!!!!

Happy belated birthday to @sakialumei! Featuring her Lily dancing with Astarion.

[bloodoathlilith]

Naughty cat

[hisdarkconsort]

[amorgansgal]

After the boat date Lilith would be so pleased Gale had listened to her and so touched he had done something so sweet, she would dick that man down every which way to Friday! Astarion would be moving his tent elsewhere by the end of the week, he'd just be all 'Fuck this, I'm not listening to Gale "trying" to be quiet while Lilith rides him.'

[yume-tavriel]

[senseandaccountability]

I haven't played in so long I hadn't even seen the new kissing animations oh my gods.

[yeehawbvby]

Ok so like Lilith’s whole thing is she’s a Durge character BUT she really wants to be good!! Like she’s a big softie at heart so she works rly hard to fight her urge and whatever, it obviously doesn’t work sometimes, but when she’s “back” she feels bad about what she’s done. Horrified even!!

And so I was gonna have her pair up with Astarion and prevent him from ascending so they can both get their redemption. Experience parallel character arcs. Inherently not-great people with who turn good and get their happy endings and all.

But.

BUT.

How much better would it be if I just packed on the angst???

What if I have Lilith not stop Astarion from ascending? She stays good, keeps on her path, but has to watch as her lover is slowly becoming colder and meaner as his power grows.

She does her best to please him. Becomes his spawn. Encourages him to do what will make him happiest. Ensures him no matter what he does she’ll support it (even if she doesn’t feel that way deep down). Over time, she starts to become influenced by him.

She sees the man she loves transforming into a villain for lack of a better word, and now she’s at a crossroad: Does she keep trying over and over and over for the rest of her life to resist her urge, making this new life with ascended!Astarion harder? Or does she follow in his path and let the power consume her?

She could just give up, act on her every bloodthirsty whim. An escape from the hell she’s slowly starting to find herself trapped in.

Plus, she and Astarion can be the most powerful couple in Faerûn… so letting go a bit might make him proud of her.

And if he’s proud of her, maybe he’ll be kinder to her again.

Maybe he’ll respect her again.

Maybe he’ll let her feed from him, and they can spend the rest of eternity as true equals.

Maybe this is how she can get her true happy ending

[quescon]

Rare BG3 char x OC F/F fic recs

Sooo, @mikuchan made this post on gender stats in bg3 fandom (Which is very cool, not very surprising and you should check it out)

Along with other info in the post, there's a page that lists number of x oc fics for every character who has any. So, I looked through the tags, picked 5 medium-short fics and I present them to you.

Venomous - Kagha/Tav, M, warning for character death (but neither of the women), check this out if your enjoy evil Tavs and ambitious women.

Lilith investigates Kagha with the intent of finding knowledge to use against her. Yet the more she learns, the more intrigued she becomes, until she settles upon her own method of dealing with the druid.

"Love? Hah. Never heard of it." - Derryth Bonecloak/Tav, T, FLUFF, check this out if you think that Derryth deserves good things and wanted to play an eladrin in bg3

Derryth wasn't quite sure what to expect when leaving her presumed-dead husband in the Underdark. Adopting a dubiously named cat? Sure, maybe. But finding love again? That one was a stretch.

Gale's Mom Has Got It Going On - Morena Dekarios/Tav, M, humour, Gale POV, check this out if you want a giggle and believe that Morena is a milf, actually. (A lot of this is Gale going mad over other guys in camp flirting with his mom)

Gale has his hands full trying to keep his two comrades from hitting on his mother. Unfortunately, Astarion and Wyll are relentless. He ends up leaving her in the care of the one person at camp he thinks will keep her safe: Octavia, the Paladin of Tyr. Surely, the honorable paladin only has the purest of intentions with her, right? ...Right?

Of Spots and Scales - Quil Grootslang/Dark Urge, T, modern AU, quite fluffy for a durge-being-durge story. Check this out if you just excitedly thought "There's Quil fic??"

Quil knows she is an optimist. She also knows a lot of people find her annoying, or say other words about her. Bright and cheery. Sweet and naive. Diabetes-inducing. Very loud. The last one is totally fair because throatsinging is hard to do quietly, ignoring the fact that doing so ruins the whole point of it. There are some people that appreciate Quil for who she is though. But then, there is Rae. The silver dragonborn knows that, rationally, their whole thing would not make sense. However, Quil knows for a fact that emotions are not constrained by petty rationality. She has tried her best to express that in written song lyrics, though her efforts are not yet bearing full fruit. She just needs to survive until they do.

The Flood's Guiding Hand - Allandra Grey/OC (not really Tav), E, smut, SM, check this out if you like a bit of worldbuilding with your smut and you like dwarves.

Sanna is a would-be priestess of Umberlee and a runaway dwarf who has no love for her people's traditions. She is initiated into the Flood Tide's inner circle, but before the rite is complete she must undergo a very particular ritual. Written for Femslash February 2024 for the prompt "Rain."

[elisamoonart]

Tav lilith x astarion

[sakialumei]

...I would have killed you.

[cammyyyydekarios]

Wasteland Baby,

I’m in Love with You

A Gale x f!Dark Urge fanfiction

Warning: 18+ readers only. Full tags on AO3

‼️spoilers for act 2 dark urge path‼️

Summary: Gale has a confession and Lilith is struggling with many complicated feelings.

Read on AO3 or under the cut

It was a cheerful night at the Last Light Inn - or, rather, as cheerful as the night could be in the shadowlands. The path to Moonrise Towers was grueling and dread still lingers on the edges of minds, especially Lilith’s.

The half-drow, half lost to her thoughts is nestled in the corner of the bar, drink in hand. Her urges have been harder to control - especially after seeing Isobel, her supposed ‘target’. After the initial shock and fear and murderous rage crossed her mind she had to defend the Selune cleric fiercely and suddenly. How the urges begged her to rip her throat out, to watch the blood gush from her wound while the life left her eyes. Instead, she settled for stabbing Fist Marcus until her wrist cramped, covered in his sticky blood and only half satisfied.

She disgusted herself. Worse, she terrified herself. She hated herself. She convinced herself the world would be better if she didn’t exist - that it would be easier if she was dead, and her urges along with her. But she lives - and knows she is needed in the fight against the Absolute. She needed to save her friends from becoming mindflayers. It was the least she could do, to right her ever growing list of wrongs.

So yes, tonight she broods in the corner of the bar, getting drunk on cheap wine and watching everyone around her celebrate. Seemed a fitting end of the night for her.

Her companions were all drinking and making merry. Perhaps too much merry, as Shadowheart looked as if she had too much to drink grasping onto Lae’zel’s shoulder for support. The gith scolds her and leads the cleric to the bedrooms of the inn. Wyll, Karlach and even Astarion are taking delight in watching Volo perform.

Lilith sighs and decides she’s had enough of the festivities for tonight. She begrudgingly lifts her hips from the stool and the frayed hem of her trousers catch on the chair, sending her stumbling forward. She braces herself for a fall, but is surprised by the feeling of strong hands on her hips holding her in place.

Her head tilts up, making eye contact with her mystery savior. A bratty quip about ‘keeping your hands to yourself’ dies on her lips when she meets warm brown eyes.

“Gale.” She breathes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

The wizard silences her with a smile. “It’s quite alright, Lilith. I was actually hoping to catch you before you retired to bed tonight.”

His hands were removed from her hips now. The heat of his touch lingered, rousing something deep in her gut.

She swallows nervously. “Here, or…?”

“I was actually wondering if you’d care to join me outside?” Gale asks, his tone giving way to his anxiety.

It would be better for her to keep her distance from the wizard - she knows she is dangerous. Anyone who gets close to her is in grave danger. She didn’t know consequences were in store for her now that she refused to kill Isobel after her butler’s order.

But Gale is Gale - kind, smart, handsome. Deserving of happiness. And for whatever reason, he desires her.

He’d expressed as much just mere hours earlier.

Then, her hair was wild, bloodied. The white strands were haphazardly pulled up and stained red. Her body shook with adrenaline from the battle with the shadow creatures. She was wiping blood from her face when Gale had approached her. She smiled as he appeared in front of her, but stood stock still when she saw the expression burning in his eyes. They were dilated, heavy lidded, wanting, even. He’d approached her, pressing his palm hard against her hip, making her gasp. The filthy words he whispered in her ear made her melt into his grasp like putty. He’d said she never more beautiful than in the heat of battle. He’d admitted his own desire and she could feel his growing arousal as he pressed himself against her.

As quickly as it happened, he’d pulled himself away, but not before his eyes lingered on her lips. The memory of their shared scene in the weave with his lips on hers played back in her head and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him in that moment. Until Astarion had approached with a mirthful grin, dangling an enchanted necklace to show off to her.

“Of course.” She responds after a moment, taking herself out of the loop of doubt wracking her system. “Lead the way.”

The night is dark as Gale leads her to an uninhabited clearing outside the inn. Cold air pricks her skin, sending a soft shiver throughout her body.

Darkness cloaked the land, usually - something Lilith was familiar with. The little memories she did have were of early childhood - and growing up in the underdark she found comfort in the way it draped over the land night and day.

Tonight, there is no cloaking darkness. Lilith’s eyes widen as she takes in the awe-inspiring sky before her. Colors swirled where the darkness should be. An aurora borealis.

“Wow,” she breathes out. She moves to seat herself on the cold ground but Gale reacts quickly, muttering a quick conjuration spell. A soft bedroll appears under her and she can’t fight the smile that plays on her lips. “Is this all your doing, Gale?”

The wizard seats himself next to her, his thigh brushing against hers lightly. “It is, indeed.” He answers her, his eyes set on the sky in front of him. He turns his gaze towards her, swallowing hard.

Lilith reaches out and brushes her hand against his. He responds by twining his fingers through hers. His thumb caresses her knuckles tenderly.

“Are you alright?” She asks him. Her heart races in her chest. She wonders for a moment if Gale is as nervous as she is. She wonders if she rests her hand over the orb in his chest if she would feel the wild thumping of his heart. Of course she would - a bittersweet reminder of how alive he is, so alive and so different from anyone her fractured brain can recall. All she remembers is death; by her hand, by others, it didn’t matter. Sickening images taunted her night and day with no repentance.

Well, almost no repentance. When she is with Gale…everything is different. She feels almost soft, almost pliant. She smiles. She can’t say the other companions bring that side out of her - most of them thought her ruthless and kept a careful distance. Not Gale, though. He was always quick to remind her that the urges were not her, that she was not a monster. He brought out her human side; the side of her she always thought was weak. Yes, she had all the makings of a drow; pale, moonlit skin, pointed ears, misty purple eyes. With human blood coursing through her veins. She was conditioned to believe humans were weak, fragile…but she’s come to find that Gale is none of those things. He is strong, intelligent and open minded; whilst also being tender, soft and sweet.

She recalls loving a human before losing her memories, in her own revolting way. She cannot recall his face, the visions of him merely shadows in her mutilated brain. She cannot recall anything about him. But being close to Gale often brought back snippets of memories - feelings, mostly. The soft brush of another’s hand, a lock of hair pushed behind her ear. The soft, caring touch of someone tending to her wounds.

Sometimes, when she lies awake at night, she wonders if she is truly capable of loving someone else. In her mind, there is no doubt she is undeserving of it - loving someone, and being loved - all together. To her, it is almost crueler that she feels so much. It would be easier to not feel at all than address the ache in her chest when he comes near.

“I love this time of night.” She finally hears Gale breathe out. His eyes are glassy as he continues caressing her knuckles with his thumb. His voice wavers, giving way to his nerves. “There’s almost a reverent silence that accompanies the peak of darkness, when you’d almost believe the dawn would never break…the cradle of eternity.”

Lilith’s mouth quirks in an attempted smile as she continues to listen to him. She is quite used to the endless words akin to poetry that seemed to be instinctual to the wizard, but something about his tone tonight is different.

“The timelessness of lovers…” he drolls out, turning his head to look upon Lilith. Her breath hitches as their eyes make contact. Gale expression is so vulnerable…so open. A hand presses against her cheek. The touch is brief, but the heat of him lingers. “The most beautiful of fantasies.”

Her face warms at his praise. It isn’t unlike him to flatter - but that remark feels different. He feels different. Lilith cant deny the effect his words have on her, but she knows that’s exactly what she is. A fantasy. A pretty face to look at, a warm body to indulge in. A tool to be used and thrown away. Nothing more.

She swallows, hard. “Why did you summon me here?”

Gale releases her hand now, leaving it cold at her side. “This may be my last night alive. I wanted it to be under a canopy of beauty, and wonder.” He tells her as he looks upon the stars. His gaze shifts to her again and she stiffens. “And with company to match.”

“I thought this place might bring me peace. I thought it might make the weight of what I must do feel a little lighter. But I am not so sure.” He finally confesses.

“Gale,” she starts, her eyebrows furrowing. “I refuse to believe this is the end. We will find another way, I promise.” She tries to hold back the rising panic in her voice, not wanting to divulge how much she feels she needs him.

The wizard’s smile is guarded. “Thank you. But even if we do find another way, perhaps this is the right way. The end fate wishes for me.”

“No. No.” Lilith breathes. “I cannot accept that. I cannot allow you to throw away your life for her-“

“It’s not for Mystra, Lilith! It’s the whole godsdamned world in the balance and I have a way to fix it-“

“I won’t let you. You can’t-“

“But why?” Gale asks. His usually warm brown eyes are wide, pleading.

Lilith’s gaze drops to the ground. A rising panic floods her body.

“Please, tell me.” He urges her, taking her cheek in his hand. His hand brushes her cheek and her eyes meet his. “You’re….crying.”

It’s an observation. One that shocks even her. She blinks, confused. Streams of hot, salty tears flood from her eyes. She can’t remember the last time she cried. Hells, she could barely remember anything, but she knew she didn’t cry. At least, she thought she didn’t.

Gale wipes her tears, and there is something so foreign, so cloying about his thumb brushing them away. Has she ever been touched so gently?

“I do not know who I am, not wholly,” she confesses. “But I know you. You’re good, you’re kind. You’re an incredible wizard and you have family and friends who love you, Gale.”

The wizard is silent, for once. She continues. “I wish I could take your place. I would take the orb from you in an instant, destroy the absolute and finally pay for everything I’ve done.”

Gale’s hand cups her jaw, willing her to look at him. “Lilith.”

“I’m not good, not like you. I have nothing, no one and it’s more than I deserve-“

“Lilith, look at me.”

It’s a command, and she follows it. She darts her eyes up at him, and gods his dark eyes are so soft as they look at her. The sincerity of it makes her feel naked. Powerless, even, as this human man cradles her heart in his hands and he doesn’t even know he has it.

“You must know you are very special to me.” Gale says, his voice merely a choked whisper. She trembles, and he covers her hands with his. “If things were different, if we were home…I’d have taken the time to do things properly. To say it all better. But time is short.”

Lilith knows what’s coming before it leaves his mouth. She’s pulling away, ready to retreat. “Gale-“

“I’m in love with you.”

She sits still, in shock after his confession before shaking her head. “I am undeserving of your love, I’m a murderer, Gale-“

“I’m in love with you, Lilith.” He repeats himself, sterner this time. “And I think you love me too.” He grips her hands like they are his life source, his eyes pleading with her and Lilith is tired. She’s tired of holding back. She’s tired of pretending she doesn’t love him. So, she takes his jaw in hand and slots her lips against his, and she’s finally kissing him. Hesitant and clumsy at first; her lips touch his, barely pressing. He reaches up to cup her cheek, groaning as he tastes her lips. She realizes very suddenly Gale isn’t shy with his mouth - his tongue slides against her lower lip, seeking entrance. Lilith lets out a choked little noise and parts her lips. He tastes like sweet red wine and magic as he lazes his tongue in her mouth. She could feel the weight of his body, incessant, pressing her against the bedroll.

They kiss for a long while. Long enough that Lilith forgets her earlier hesitations.

“I think I’m in love with you too.” She whispers against his chest when they finally part. “I don't - I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like. But…I know I want to be with you.”

Gale smiles, he truly smiles for the first time since Mystra charged him with detonating the orb. “That’s a relief. It would be a shame to spend my final hours making an ass of myself.”

“Gale!” She swats at his shoulder playfully, sending him rolling on his back. He laughs, freely, a light sound. She rests her body on top of his, her thighs on either side of his. His thumping heart beats quickly against her breast. “I’ve made a mess of you.” She tells him with a sigh, thumbing away her signature raven black lipstick from his irritatingly kissable lips.

With a hushed command and small gesture of his fingers, the lipstick disappears. She feels a light tingling on her skin. Gale takes off the rest of her makeup too with another hushed prestidigitation cantrip and he looks at her. His big brown eyes are admiring her, full of adoration. “You are beautiful.”

It’s the first time he’s seen her without makeup. The face that’s usually so severe, setting fear in the hearts of so many looks so soft as she gazes down at Gale. Her skin pale like marble, her eyes a soft lavender. Her lips deliciously pink and kissable. The same could be said about her cheeks, all hot and flushed just for him. And on the plane of her nose and on her cheeks are a soft smattering of freckles. With a light touch, he traces the scar that starts at her forehead and runs diagonally through her full brows to end at her cheek. His eyes are questioning, but he doesn’t voice his curiosity.

“I think I was young,” she starts, letting her mind sift through her broken memories. “I don’t remember anything other than that.”

Gale hums for a moment, staring up at her with an almost tangible warmth. “I could pick up a pen write poetry about your beauty…alas, there are truly no words that compare to the vision in front of me.”

“Hmm. I admit, I’m not well versed in poetry. Though I do enjoy a good raunchy ballad.” Lilith teases him, sliding her hands along his plush velvet tunic.

He grins wickedly. “Ah! A splendid idea! It would be quite the story to hear in a tavern, wouldn’t it? Two unlikely companions becoming close through hardships and grave dangers, finding love with the prospect of death looming on the horizon…”

“If I’d known you felt this strongly about ballads I would have asked Alfira to write one about us instead of my ravishing body.” She accentuates this point by taking the wizards hands in hers, guiding them up her frame. She places them on her waist before letting go. Gale’s fingers dance along the fabric of her tunic before settling on the soft curve of her waist, squeezing gently. “Or perhaps an erotic novel featuring a noble wizard and his drow maiden would be more to your taste?”

Gale’s mouth parts in surprise for a moment as he gathers his thoughts. There was no denying the impact her words had on him. In fact, his growing excitement was evident between her legs now.

The wizard clears his throat, sliding his hands lower to claim her hips with his touch. “A novel written by you would be a dream come true, my darling. In fact, I could try my hand at it. It should be easy, given even a mere glance from you inspires me to no end. In more ways than just one.”

A hitch in Lilith’s breath emboldens him, evidence of her reaction to his words. His gaze trails from her face, flicking down to her chest lingering just long enough to be respectful, (he is a gentleman after all) eventually landing on her thighs spread on their side of his, then back up to her eyes. “Of course, I would very much enjoy writing of this ‘ravishing half-drow maiden’,” - he is quick to correct her and she rolls her eyes, muttering “semantics!” - “but I’m not quite sure any flowery words could accurately describe just how lovely she truly is.”

“Then you must recount just how ravishing I am. In extra detail.” Lilith demands, leaning in just enough their noses touch.

“Oh yes, my dearest Lilith,” Gale starts, his thumbs dipping just under her tunic. He traces shapes into her bare skin and Lilith has to remind herself to breathe. “I shall write of every little thing that makes you so. Starting with those spellbinding lavender eyes that give way to your every emotion. Your gorgeous lips, your delicate curves, your fascinating mind. I’ll write of your strength, too. The feeling of your skin under my hands, as well, though I may need to do more…research, so to speak, on that specific topic.”

“Are you saying you want to touch me, Gale?”

“If I could be so lucky - I want it more than anything.”

“Then why write when you could feel? Experience?” Lilith guides one of his hands to her chest, over her hammering heart. He feels it beat under his touch for only a moment until she slides the hand down, placing it on her breast. He takes it in hand, her plushness filling his palm. “I’m quite real, you know.”

“Oh, I know.” He smirks shamelessly, his hand kneading at her. “But consider this, love: in the future…when death welcomes me to her door, my words will remain. Our love immortalized on paper forevermore. I shall write of you until I can no longer hold a pen, when the ink runs dry and I fill the final page, until there are no more words to say.”

Even as he palms her breasts eagerly now, his voice stays perfectly even. Godsdamned wizards and their impeccable concentration! He speaks in a relaxed, even cadence saying the sweetest words and touching her - though now, Lilith could see his pulse jumping under his skin. Small victories.

“You are such a romantic.” She murmurs affectionately, pulling her lower lip in her mouth as his thumb brushes lightly against one of her nipples. “Tell me, Gale, how is it possible such a lovely man has no wife awaiting him at home in Waterdeep?”

“Perhaps it is the same reason why a beautiful unmarried maiden such as yourself is perched so prettily in my lap. Gods, I feel so privileged to touch you like this.” The wizard was losing it now, his thoughts spiraling all in the same direction. He needed her close, to worship her with his touch. He needed to show her just how special she is to him.

Lilith toys with the hem of her tunic, a bright flush decorating her pale gray skin. “You may touch me however you wish, Gale. I grant you that privilege.”

Gale swallows hard, understanding quickly dawning on him. He releases her breasts to drag her tunic up over her head. She raises her arms and the garment is quickly discarded. His breath hitches in his throat as he takes in the view of her; the tops of her breasts spilling through her bra. It digs into her skin uncomfortably and the wizard furrows his brows. “That looks painful. May I?” His fingers trail up her back to the clasp holding the constricting fabric together. She nods and he doesn’t hesitate; the bra falls to the ground a second later, discarded and forgotten.

Lilith sighs in relief as her chest is bared to the cool night air. She watches Gale’s expression turn as he observes her, his eyes dragging down her form appreciatively, memorizing every inch of her milky skin. She resists the urge to cover herself. A part of her feels shameful when he looks upon her. Of course she knows her body is littered in scars. Gale, however, didn’t know the extent of just how scarred she is. So many wounds, some healed and barely visible, some fresher and pink. And he has yet to say a word! Not knowing what he is thinking is akin to torture for her.

“You practically glow in the moonlight.

Goddess.” He finally says. His voice is finally shaky, breathy even, like he can scarcely keep himself together. “I often wondered what you would look like, bared for me. My imagination pales in comparison to this.”

Lilith is throbbing between her legs now as he touches her properly for the first time, lithe fingers dancing along her skin before circling her sensitive nipples. Her thighs clench, squeezing his hips. She bites back the meek moan threatening to leave her.

“You haven’t seen me bared yet.” she teases, rubbing the crux of her thighs along his length.

Gale practically groans as she rocks her hips on him, grabbing at hers to still her. “I haven’t, have I? Allow me to amend that.”

Lilith slides off his lap so his fingers can work at her laces. Warm, practiced hands slide the fabric down her legs before throwing it to the ground. Those same hands caress her hips and thighs in earnest now. Her eyes lift to meet Gale’s, only to discover how utterly enamored he is with her body. Gods, how intense those kind eyes could be. How much heat could lie inside them - lurking just beneath the surface. She presses her thighs together, her core barely concealed by a small pair of black panties.

“Ah, ah.” Gale tuts, prying her legs apart, first admiring the way the fabric sticks to her flesh. He dips his thumbs under the waistband of her underwear, stealing a breath from her. “Would you allow me the privilege…?”

She nods, maybe a bit too eagerly. “Please, Gale.”

With no hesitation, he slides them down her legs and bundles them up, placing them in the pocket of his trousers. “…for safekeeping.” He assured her with a wink.

A nervous laugh bubbles in Lilith’s chest as she rests back on her elbows. She anticipated he would jump on her at first opportunity; but he pulls back, choosing instead to admire her under the soft glow of the sky he conjured just for her. “Lost your nerve, wizard?” She asks him. Her legs drape open and she’s finally bare beneath him. His eyes lock on to the small thatch of silver hair between her thighs before they traveled lower, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“How inviting you are. Just beautiful.” He murmurs appreciatively and she has to fight the visceral reaction her body has to his words. She clenches around nothing and pulls her lip between her teeth, biting hard.

Gale’s steady hands cup her jaw, pulling her into him and kissing her fiercely. He pulls away - breathless, before asking: ”May I touch you?”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure-“

“Gods, please Gale!”

“Desperation is a good look on you, dearest.” he admits before kneeling in front of her and lowering himself until she could feel his breath on her. “Such a delicate flower.” He whispers, finally dragging a single finger down her folds. Dexterous fingers tease her flesh, circling once around her opening to gather her slick before pressing against her already swollen clit. His eyes lift briefly to admire her debauched expression as he slowly sinks one finger inside her, immediately followed by another. “Does that feel good?” He questions, but the knowing smirk on his lips tells her he already knows the answer.

Lilith pouts and sighs dramatically, causing him to stop the movement of his fingers inside her. He looks up, a furrow in his brow. “Is something wrong?”

“Yes, something is gravely wrong. You see, a certain talented wizard of great renown once told me he had a practiced tongue…” She smirks, scooting her hips closer to his face. He presses a soft kiss right under her navel, leaving her shuddering. “The problem is, I’ve scarcely been able to think of anything else but that beautiful man and his tongue-“

Gale swiftly cuts her off with a long drag of his tongue up the expanse of her. She whines as he reaches her clit and threads her fingers through his soft brown curls.

“Oh.” she breathes as he parts her folds and focuses on her tiny bundle of nerves. Gods, was this man eager to please. She bucks hard against his face and he presses a hand hard against her thigh, holding her leg up to rest on his shoulder. “I - I apologize,” She stammers out, her whole body quivering. “It’s been a while, can’t even remember the last time-“

The hot lave of his tongue between her legs abruptly stopped, replaced by Gale’s thumb, his other fingers still stroking inside her at a languid pace. “What exactly are you apologizing for, love?” He asks and his hot breath makes her squirm.

“Gonna come fast, Gale please-” she practically begs him now, her hand in his hair pushing down his head, desperate to have his mouth again.

Gale seals his lips around her clit and her whole body contracts, her legs only spreading wider for him. He greedily laps up her release as he pets at her inner walls, stroking deeper and deeper as they contract around his fingers.

“Gale…” she whines, practically tearing at his tunic to pull him closer. His fingers slip out of her as he falls into her embrace, their lips meeting desperately.

Lilith didn’t know she could feel this way. To feel more like a woman than a monster. But in this moment, pliant in Gale’s arms, she feels like a woman. Hells, she feels like a goddess after he worshipped her with his tongue.

The same tongue that was now sliding across her own. Her hands grab at the hem of his tunic, shoving it over his head. The wizard chuckles before assisting her, slipping it the rest of the way off. Her palms slide over his bare chest, finally feeling his skin under her hands. His trousers are next to go, haphazardly thrown to the side and when Lilith opens her eyes Gale is looming over her in only his underwear. Her hands find the waistband quickly with all intentions of dipping her fingers inside and taking him in hand, but she hesitates. Instead, she looks up at him, and finds him staring down at her. Their eyes meet - his, dark and stormy, full of lust and love. It steals the breath from her lungs and she kisses him them, pressing her forehead to his. “You’ll stay with me?” she asks him now, her voice softer than he’s ever heard before. Her teary lavender eyes are begging, pleading him. Please, she wants to say. She wants to have him, to keep him. She wants to be enough. Enough for him to stay.

”I’m here,” he tells her, his voice strangled. His own dark eyes are glassy. “I would never even dream of leaving you, Lilith. I love you.”

Their lips meet again and she takes him in her hand, earning a groan from her wizard. His skin is hot in her palm but she needs more. She pulls away from him, settling back on the bedroll and opening her legs. “Please.”

Gale exhales heavily at the sight of her, so open and ready for him. He crawls over to her, his body hovering over hers. ”Gods, you’re a vision - what do you need, my love?”

Lilith cannot help it; her eyes flit straight down his body to stare between his legs. He looks achingly hard; a bead of wetness at the head that she desperately wants to lap up. However, in this moment - her need for him to be inside her was far greater.

“I need your cock.” She finally tells him, pleading, her arms reaching out to pull him on top of her.

“Eloquently put, dearest.” Gale murmurs teasingly before holding her close, kissing her slowly, languidly. His hardness presses against her stomach and she reaches down, angling him against her center. A whine escapes her as the tip of him brushes her still-sensitive clit. She is so wet, her slick so abundant he slides right down through her folds and enters her with no resistance. He groans as he does - his control waning for every torturous second he lets her walls adjust around his girth.

Lilith gasps as he thrusts inside her for the first time, her hands flying up around his neck. “Gale,” she moans, placing a wet kiss over his pulse point. “You make me forget this god-forsaken world, you elate me, excite me, intoxicate me - fuck!”

A brutal thrust causes her to lose her train of thought. She moans with reckless abandon, clenching around his length that’s buried so deep inside her. “By the gods, I feel the same way, Lilith.” Gale manages to say, his breath hot against her neck.

”You know me like no other,” she proclaims, winding her legs around his waist. She digs her heels into his backside, a desperate moan spilling from her lips as the angle forces him even deeper. “Gale, I - I love you. Come inside me, please, make me yours. I want to be yours.”

Gale wastes no time in dipping his head down and licking into her mouth, her jaw cradled in his hand. His cock throbs against her fluttering walls as he fucks her at a maddening pace and she knows he is close. Still, his hand slides between their bodies, his fingers gathering her slick and circling her clit. She whines in his mouth and clenches around him, so close to the edge already.

“I feel it,” he practically growls against her lips. “The way you tighten around me - gods, come for me again my love.”

She does - she comes around him like a storm, mewling into his mouth, squeezing his cock with reckless abandon. It sends Gale to the edge; his hips stutter against hers and he spills inside her.

The moment feels precious. Cathartic. His lips slide against hers and for once she is grateful to not be able to remember anything before the tadpole. For this; being in his arms - is perfect. He is what she wants to remember. No one else.

“Will you?” She asks him. “Stay with me?”

Gale presses a sweet kiss to her head. “Of course I will, my darling.”

And for now whilst Lilith is nestled safely in his embrace, she stares up at the sky. Her lips curl in a smile as the colors of the Aurora Borealis comes into view. She marvels at how incredible the stars could look. An almost indescribable feeling rushes over her sweat slick skin, a sense of security she’s never experienced before. Her eyes move to Gale, who’s eyes are closed, his breaths coming even and deep. She waits for the urge to call on her, tainting the moment. But it’s quiet, seemingly dormant.

For now, everything is perfect.

[lizzychanstuffss]

Catatonic

(Yes I am about to write fanfic forgive me if Astarion doesn't sound right I think I know his patterns but I have never done this before)

Astarion x female tav/durge (Using my custom teifling, Lilith)

spoilers for act 1 & 2. As well as Astarion and durge romance.

tw for emotional abuse, implied animal death | genre hurt/comfort. Lilith is blind in her left eye and has a "tattoo" over it with some runes this is important context for later.

Without a true memory of her name and just some vague ideas about where she came from infested her mind. Nothing was clear but she did know one thing. She wanted to kill, and she hated herself for it how could she not these violent desires festered in her skull. It disgusted her when she saw gore, not that the gore itself bothered her but the fact that she found...pleasure in the sight disgusted her.

Lilith couldn't sleep, not that she really even wanted to dare to. She cut it to close last time. Cursing herself as she sat with the flames warming her skin. How could she almost kill him, and it would have been so easy to. It terrified her the thought of harming someone she cared so deeply for that she loved so deeply. The words of the butler pounded in her skull it was painful, although that might have been the lack of sleep that was causing her pounding headache to worsen even more.

With the headache to distract her, she didn't notice the man placing himself right beside her until she felt a hand touch her back in an attempt at a comforting gesture. It startles her slightly but she manages to calm herself rather quickly she has faced worse beasts than a simple touch of kindness. Although his lack of words concerned her normally he would be more than eager to chat up the horned woman. So she turned to him with a raised eyebrow before seeing his face, it looked...concerned.

"What's with that face?" she couldn't help but ask hoping to ease any worry she may be inadvertently causing the vampire.

"My face? You should take a look at your own darling" he said without a moment's hesitation but the concern for her was still there buried under the comment, he cleared his throat before speaking again "I have noticed you haven't been sleeping recently...is it the urges?" the question was laid bear and one she would have to answer honestly no joking it away or dancing around answering him with only the truth.

"Not quite the urge itself I suppose" Pausing as she thought through what she wanted to say with the pounding headache in her skull still blaring at her, Lilith sighed long and drawn out as if she hoped to relive the pain a little but nothing worked "I have been thinking a lot about the night I tried to kill you, and I think I'm afraid of that happening again" the words came with much more ease then she would had hoped.

"That's it?" he almost seemed disappointed at the woman's confession, before the man snaked a hand into the woman's hair in a soothing gesture, Lilith had a feeling he was doing this so she would fall asleep right then and there but she was going to try and fight it. "So you've fought sleep and nursing quite the headache all because of me" he had a sweetness in his voice that made her relax into his hand. Her eyes were starting to flutter shut, any words she might have had for the man got lost on the tip of her tongue.

Before she knew it she was falling asleep and right into his lap it was much more comfortable than the woman would have thought. "That's it darling get some rest, don't worry I'll make sure nothing happens to me and certainly not you" his words fell over her ears as she drifted off into a dream of her mind's creation.

--

It was dark, a little too dark an uncomfortable suffocating kind of dark. Lilith looked around the room, until she spotted a bit of light, heading towards it the light got brighter and brighter until she was right in front of it.

It was an alter, the alter felt familiar and yet not at all, looking down at her body she noticed a dagger in her hand. An odd shape upon the hilt it seemed like a skull with two rubies for eyes. Shruging it off she directed her attention to the latter and her breath almost stopped. It was a dog, more specifically a puppy just barely a few months old.

"You will kill it, I demand it child" a voice echoed in her skull it felt like her head might explode from how much it rang in her eyes with searing and stinging pain. The puppy looked exactly like what she assumed Scratch would look like as a pup. Lilith shook her head backing away from the alter, she tried to drop the dagger but her hand acted as if it was glued to the damn thing.

"KILL IT GIRL" the voice in her head rang again tears welling in her eyes she shook her head again "n-no...I won't" finally choking out some words to the disembodied voice that hounded in her skull.

"Very well...I will have to settle for a punishment instead"

Unsure what the voice meant but then realizing something, she could see out of both eyes. For as long as she had been on this adventure she had only been able to see out of one but why was it two right now. Before she could question it more a searing and burning pain shot through her and it felt as if someone was branding her face with a hot iron and her left eye grew dark with all to familiar blindness she had grown accustomed to.

--

Lilith woke with a screaming rubbing at her face where the tattoo and blinded eye were, scratching a little at the area as the pain of the dream still seared her soft flesh. "NO STOP IT HURTS IT HURTS PLEASE STOP!" her screams alerting the others as they all got startled awake by the woman's screams of pain. Shadowheart and Gale were closest at the moment and went over to her. Trying to figure out what was wrong, but no one could get through to her and any attempts made to touch base with her tadpole were simply ignored.

All of this happened rather quickly and Astarion of course made his way over as well but Lilith was practically catatonic as this point. Nothing anyone did could get the teifling to respond, worry soon was clouding the man's brow and anxiety taking it's hold. He had never seen her like this even when the urge took over she was still there and moving but this was...haunting. And it seem as though the others held the same opinion to see their fearless leader reduced to well, this was a horrid experience for everyone.

They all watched over her as she stayed like that for most of the night just staring at nothing, there was no one there. Or at least wherever she was far from this place and this moment. Astarion couldn't hide any concern he had, and this strange sense of protection that was forming in his chest. Because in this moment she was helpless but not like when they first met this wassn't a naive helpless or like the urge where she was the same person but a helpless that if anyone wanted to hurt her it would be so easy. If someone wanted to stab her and gut her in front of everyone they could do it without her saying otherwise.

He was of course not going to let that happen, and being one of the few members of the party that didn't need to sleep besides Halsin, he watched over her, although it was Halsin that convinced him to at least try to read a book while he waited something to help keep him not totally engrossed in watching her. Astarion almost refused the suggestion but as much as he wasn't a fan of the huge elf the man was right. Sitting here just watching the entire time would do him no good, so as he waited he read his book.

This whole time no one really tried to touch her in out of fear that doing so might cause the urge or she might hurt herself in a fit of panic. Although Astarion wanted to at least get her in a more comfortable position lest she would be comparing non stop about how her back was stuff and her neck hurt, but in truth he was also scared that touching her would cause the same reaction. He could joke all he wanted but he was scared of her urge getting the better of him and he really was not about to risk it just to make her more comfortable.

"You really are something you know..." he spoke to the unresponsive woman, it felt like the right time to do it.

"You've been kinder to me then I deserve, and in truth, I think you deserve better than me....I used you, and yet you still wanted me" his words dripped with a kind of bluntness he didn't use often no pet names either which was even more odd for the elf.

"I just...I don't understand how you could care" The words trembled out even though she couldn't hear him as least that's what he assumed. There were hard to say out loud that he didn't understand how someone like her could care about him while dealing with everything she's been dealing with on top of trying her best to be friends with everyone. And yet she chose to care about and love him, the thought was foreign to him an unknown he just couldn't get.

Suddenly there was a shift, Astarion went on alert as she seemed to finally move. And then a sound a small sound but it was like a grunt of sorts, she blinked her eyes a few times head still pounding but she was back in her own skull. Slowly looking around she saw the vampire sitting right next to her a book in his lap. The woman got her bearings realizing it was much darker than when she woke up and blacked out.

"What happened?" Looking over at Astarion a confused expression planting itself upon her features he sighed a little, maybe out of relief or concern she couldn't get an exact read on the man's emotions at least not in the state she was in. Although she was sure whatever happened wasn't the urge she didn't feel the same kind of dizziness and bile of the murderous rage.

"Well you didn't try to kill me if that thought crossed your mind darling." he joked a little in hopes of making her feel better a roll of her eyes and smirk passed by her features.

"But to say what really happened, well none of us are sure. I was hoping you might be able to shed some light on the subject? Considering you are the one that woke up screaming in pain" his question was a valid one, answering it was the least she could do but she wasn't sure if she was ready for the others to know why, at least not yet. Looking around Lilith saw everyone else was asleep even her Owlbear and Stratch, so when she finally met Astarion's pricing gaze again those beautiful red eyes that just made her melt when she looked at him directly she knew that truth was going to come to the for front either way.

"W-well I can tell you but I don't think I'm quite ready for the others to know, can I trust you not to tell them? I mean I trust you in general but I just want to hear it" concern was painted across her features it's not as though she was hiding it she knew with him that she didn't have to hide it at all least it didn't seem like he minded her being so honest with him.

In a gesture he had only done when he first told her his own feelings, the man adjusted himself so he could grab her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze "I promise I won't, my sweet" Relief washed over her as she nodded and then began to recount the dream she had. Astarion didn't dare to speak as she went through the motions of telling him it, he occasionally would give her hand a squeeze if it seemed like she needed that comfort of just knowing he was there as she told him the tale.

"So while I'm not sure why I went catatonic for several hours, I know that for some reason the memory at least I assume memory from that dream caused it...." her words trailed off a sadness to them, while she didn't know who did this to her whoever they were, they were someone important in her life and held enough power to punish her so instantly and painfully as the dream had done to the point that even years later the scares could still sting so horribly on her skin.

"That's horrible" was all Astarion could say in response, it took Lilith aback a bit. As much as she thought she could say she knew the man he still sometimes surprised her in how he acted or what he said.

"Do you remember how I said we would help you find a way to save you?" Lilith raised an eyebrow unsure as to where he was going with this but gave a tentative "yesss?" The ending is drawn out a bit to show the confusion that had thoroughly planted itself on her brow by this point.

"Well I am going to make you a promise, we will find whoever hurt you like that...and make them pay just as we are going to make Cazador" The man's expression was full of malice she had only seen him display a few times before and it sent a chill down her spine, he was serious and he was angry, she had truly not expected something like this coming from him. She could barely muster out a response besides a meek

"T-thank you" Without realizing it there were tears forming on the edges of her eyes and without missing a beat Astarion lifted a hand and wiped them away before gently placing his hand on her cheek in a hopefully comforting motion, Lilith couldn't help but just melt into that touch it felt foreign in a way but also like she had just tasted water after being parched for many years, the tears before were but pinpricks on her lashes now rolled down her cheeks faster then he could wipe away so he settled for bringing her into an embrace like she had done for him, the tears surely staining his perfectly white shirt. But still, he held her there as she cried stroking her hair and soothing her with the gentle kindness she had shown him previously. The pair stayed like that until Lilith had unknowingly fallen back into sleep again, he supposed that his actions had calmed her enough. So he laid down with her still holding the woman in his arms in hopes that whatever nightmares she may encounter bother her no longer.

[hisdarkconsort]

[amorgansgal]

Oh the indulgence! The sheer, unmitaged, indulgence of it all! Wrote another little fic for Gale x Lilith (my tav) because I am a sucker for a happy ending and I love the idea of them eventually thinking about having a baby together. There is some smut right from the oft, so you have been warned!

Gale x Named Female Tav (Lilith)

CW: Sexual content, discussions of pregnancy/conceiving, breeding kink hint

The desk jolted and shifted under her belly and she clung to the edge, her fingers curled amongst papers and she let out a hopeless whimper as Gale’s mage hand easily teased her clit, bring her to another sweet, delicious orgasm. Gale’s fingers tightened on her hips, where her dress was pooled around her, he groaned at the sensation of her pussy clenching around him and pressed his chest against her back. He frantically tugged down her sleeves, so he could press kisses to her back and shoulders and neck. A few more panting groans and thrusts and Gale came deeply inside her, he pressed his cock against her cervix. He rolled his hips a few more times, as though chasing every little bit of pleasure, until he stilled and rested against Lilith’s back.

‘You are perfect,’ he murmured. ‘So good, so wonderfully good.’

Lilith turned her head and they shared a few messy, misaligned kisses that made Gale laugh breathlessly and continue his work kissing her cheek, her earlobe, the back of her neck. He thrust slowly again, his lips trailing down her spine, mumbling away. She smiled listening to him, he couldn’t help talking even after sex. 

‘... going to fill you up, make you mine entirely, so everyone will know, going to make you fat with-’ he suddenly stopped himself and glanced at her furtively, almost guiltily. He pulled out quickly and Lilith couldn’t help but whimper at the loss of him. He made quick work of cleaning himself up and tucking himself away, then raised his hand to begin the magic to do the same for her, but she caught hold of his hand.

‘Don’t you want me to…? Or are you going to bathe?’ he asked, but stopped when she pulled back on the underwear that had been caught around her ankles. Lilith had to stop herself from laughing when she saw how easily his eyes fixed on the material, a little damp spot forming from his cum. She could read the lust all over his face. His adam’s apple bobbed in his throat and he bit his lip hard. 

‘Wouldn’t want any of it to spill out,” she said. Gale let out a very faint, almost pained whimper. He shook his head distractedly and began work on picking up some scattered paperwork that had fallen to the floor during their passionate tryst!

‘Damnable witch!’ he muttered. ‘Magic, witchy woman with magic hips and able to leave me thoughtless and breathless! No wonder Tara complains about us, and you made me scatter these essays my students wrote, so now I’ll have to figure out which atrocious conclusion goes with which awful beginning…!’

Lilith smoothed down her skirts and took a seat on the oak desk. ‘What did you mean by ‘making me fat with’...?’

‘Uh… nothing, nothing, it was just… something that popped up in my head. I didn’t mean anything by it, you know me…’

He was close enough that she could press her foot against his chest, forcing him to stop scrambling around for the papers and he had to look at her. She smiled seeing the flush on his cheeks. ‘Gale, do you want to get me pregnant?’

‘I… well… hm… Did you used to interrogate all the folks you would go after like this?’

She laughed. ‘Answer the question, little wizard!’

‘Little!’ he got to his feet, outraged, though now she could wrap her legs around his hips again, her tail helping to wrap around his back and bring him close. ‘I’ll have you know that on an evening when us gentlemen all went to bathe, Astarion said I was rather well endowed for a wizard!’

Lilith snorted with laughter, but grabbed hold of his shirt material and kissed him before he could argue further. ‘I didn’t know you all went for a swim, wish I could’ve been there. I’m sure Karlach, Shadowheart, Lae’zel and I would’ve happily watched from the shore. But, tell me truthfully, do you want to have a baby?’

Gale paused, one of his hands came to her shoulder and rubbed a strand of her black hair between his fingers. He seemed to be thinking hard about it. ‘Maybe. I was always a little nervous about the idea. I didn’t think I would make for a very good father, but perhaps if I had the right person to have a baby with...’

‘Well, I think being nervous about the idea is good. It means you would care for them, you’d want the best for them,’ Lilith smiled as he remained focused on stroking her hair. ‘Am I the right person?’

His eyes flicked to her immediately. ‘Yes, of course. You’d be a wonderful mother, without doubt.’

‘Hmm, a mother who was a thief and a sellsword, I’m not sure about your estimations-’

‘And a mother who saved Baldur’s Gate, stopped the Dead Three, the Netherbrain and more impressively stopped Gale Dekarios from being an idiot all over again with his foolish ideas about pursuing power! I think you’re standing in better stead to be a good mother than I would be a good-’

She stopped him from speaking further with another kiss and gently cupped his face. ‘We both stopped the Netherbrain and saved Baldur’s Gate. And I think if we can do that, then hopefully a baby will be a little easier!’

He chuckled softly, then looked at her with such beautiful, tremulous hope and an excited smile on his lips. ‘You think we should then? Have a child?’

‘Yes, I do,’ she replied and laughed when he kissed her enthusiastically all over again.