#bg3 fanfic

[reverieblondie]

Friends With Benefits

Paring: Rolan x Female Tav

Request: Anon: What about our favorite tiefling wizard, Rolan, and Tav having ended up in a 'friends with benefits' thing with each other, but then- Whoops! Romantic feelings developed! Rolan has since fallen hard for Tav. Now what? (Tav would be open to pursuing something romantic with Rolan, too, but they were also convinced that the archwizard would never be interested in them that way—especially considering the rather rocky start they had—so they didn't dwell on it or get their hopes up, just learned to be content with what they did have with him

@dark-and-kawaii : Rolan in nothing but his socks waiting for you in his tower. Legs spread with the cutest blush, and that tail of his won’t stop thrashing around. He’s trying to be more spontaneous xoxo

I combined the two ask! I hope you all enjoy! 18+ minors DNI! Oral (both receiving) and Riding.

Rolan stands there with an irritatingly smug smirk, but gods, you have to admit as you look at his nude body shamelessly on display as his cock hangs heavy between his firm thighs. As you keep taking in his impressive build you then see he's only in socks… You roll your eyes as you undo your shirt, when did he get so cocky? - oh wait…

"Master Rolan… did I catch you at a bad time… should-" 

Before you can finish your sentence, a mage hand is pulling you by your loose shirt towards him. As soon as you're close enough, Rolan grabs you by the hips and kisses you, a kiss that always feels like more than your little arrangement. 

You two had been back and forth arguing since the very moment you met. The tension between you two had been building till, one fateful night, it hit a fever pitch. Then, before you knew it, you and Rolan were tangled in limbs with heavy breaths and desperate kisses. The next morning you two agreed it was only a one-night deal… but then you ended up riding his cock all morning… 

So an agreement was made; when you two needed, the other was just a sending spell away. And it has been utter bliss since…

Rolan makes quick work stripping off your clothes as his lips caress your flushed neck, "you're late… I sent that message an hour ago…" he mutters as he rolls down your underwear past your hips, his fingers quickly finding your clit and rubbing tight circles making you gasp and hold on to him tighter…

"I- ah~ Was busy!" you lick and bite against his neck, rolling your hips for more pleasure against his hand. 

Rolan moans at the feeling of your teeth marking him, his tail wrapping around your leg tighter, "I was, gods… waiting in socks…" 

"The whole time? How scandalous…" 

"Tav." 

You laugh, leaning to press your chest against his, your arms wrapped around his neck as you kiss him. The first time you kissed, it was all desperate hunger and crashing teeth… but slowly, as you two kept meeting and indulging in one another, the kisses grew softer. Though you refused to find meaning in that… it's just you two getting used to each other… nothing more… Rolan doesn't want more, so neither do you…

Breaking away from his lips, you give him a coy smile, "I could… try and make it up to you…" 

"No, no, it's fine. Just next time, let me…"

"Rolan." you stop him mid-ramble, "Just say yes and don't argue." 

Rolan looks surprised for a second before it clicks and he grins as he leans in, tucking a strain of hair behind your ear, "Fine, make it up to me then…" 

In an instant, you're on your knees rubbing your thumb over the head of his cock, relishing in how his legs tremble from just your hand. Slowly you lean in, wrapping your lips around the swollen head, dragging your tongue to taste his tangy precum that makes you suck for more. Rolan's knees shake as he moans, his hand quickly grabbing your hair in a tight fist. No matter how many times you take his cock he always whimpers and moans just like the first time. The best part, however, is when you sink down lower on his ridged length and hollow out your cheeks, sucking as you look up at his beautiful face. His eyes lidded, his lips parted in awe, as his flushed face showed how good you were making him feel. 

"Gods T-tav…" 

You have to hold in your laugh as you keep sucking his cock faster. How quickly that cockiness fades when he between your teeth sucking on his throbbing cock, and his hips buckle down your throat uncontrollably.  You relish in the feeling of his cock stretching your throat, the way your mind clouds, and your cunt drips for more. His breathy whimpers, so soft with a slight pur… you can't help yourself from shoving your hand down to your aching cunt, rubbing your clit in anguish slow circles… It's when you moan against his cock that Rolan rolls his head, gripping your hair tighter before pulling you off and getting you spread out on his desk in a flash.  

Rolan's golden eyes trace over your quivering sex, your legs threatening to tremble in the grasp of his clawed hands.

"I've been waiting for this all day..." he flicks his eyes to yours, giving you that charming smile that always makes your stomach flutter.

His hands grasp firmly on the back of your thighs. Pushing your knees further up to your face before he finally leans down and licks against your quivering slit. Rolan moans from the taste and can't keep himself from the taste and can't keep himself from pushing into you for more. His nose pushes your swollen clit as his tongue plunges into you, desperate for your taste. 

You're gasping for breaths as his dextrous tongue goes in and out. Moaning his name shamelessly as you run your hands through his soft hair, almost grinding yourself against him. The coil in your lower stomach is tightening as sparks start forming in your vision. 

“Mmm… come on Tav… squirt on my face…”

Your face turns bright red as you tighten your legs around his head, embarrassed, "Rolan! You promised you wouldn't bring that up!" you squeak. 

Rolan chuckles as he licks and groans into your cunt, "Hm? But it was so cute… and fun to watch you get embarrassed… making a mess like a filthy girl." 

He gives your clit a nip, and you cry out, "Ah! I… I hate you!" 

"Mmm… you said that last time…" 

Rolan mutters as he slides his tongue through your silky folds before finally wrapping his lips around your clit, humming as his fingers stretch you curling inside till your coil is snapping. That white-hot wave of pleasure rushes over you, crashing over on Rolan eager tongue. 

And that's only the beginning of the night…

You're not sure when you passed out; it wasn't unusual that you two went at it until you were both thoroughly exhausted. Though you've never fallen asleep with him. 

You had the most pleasantly warm dream before you softly woke. It was the best sleep you had gotten in a while. When waking you hadn't fully registered where you were, until you noticed that your pillow was breathing. Jerking up, you're confronted with Rolan's shocked eyes; looking around, you see the early streams of morning lights peering through the window. - Shit, you didn't mean to stay the whole night... 

Preparing yourself for a verbal thrashing for inconveniencing Rolan, you turn back to him, seeing that he's completely unbothered; if anything, he seems relaxed. Rolan has a book in one hand while the other rests around you.

"Sorry, I stayed... didn't mean to be in the way…” As you go to move, you are paused by the feeling of something wrapped around your leg. Rolan flushes a bit as he closes his book and uncoils his tail.

"No, you're alright. I wasn't bothered at all... you're a very sound sleeper." He manages to stumble out as you leave the bed, starting to gather your clothes. Reaching for your robe, you see that Rolan grabs it simultaneously. Your eyes met before he handed over the article of clothing. Rolan quickly averts his eyes as you dress. -really… you just ate me out, and now you're nervous? 

You get dressed, and you hear him clear his throat as you pull on your shoes. 

"Might as well spit out what you want to say now before I leave Rolan; we wouldn't want you festering on it," you say teasingly, turning to stick your tongue out at him. When you get a good look at him, though, you see he's biting his lip, his jaw tight… 

Does he want to end things…

"What are you doing tomorrow evening?" He finally says, "Ah, I want to make another rondeau… 

You give him a smile, "My schedule is clear; what do you have planned? Something new you wanted to try?" 

Rolan seems to perk up at your response. He clasps his hands together and stands just a bit taller. "Perfect! I will see you here at dusk." 

Dusk? That's a bit earlier than you used to? Whatever he has planned for you two must be pretty involved.

A date... No? Just dinner?

The question spiraled through your mind as soon as you met with Rolan. You had been expecting just one of your regular hookups, but Rolan had been waiting outside for you when you arrived at the tower. Then, of course, you made an ass out of yourself, asking if he was that eager to see you. Poor Rolan had looked at you a bit surprised before muttering how he was hungry and asking you to tag along. But the place he took to you feels... a bit more than random.

Low-lit candles, everywhere you look, seem so fancy; from the others, you glance in the room... it's clear to them they are on a date.

But for you and Rolan, that's more complicated... Is this a date? You look up at Rolan, who's adjusting his collar and looking around; he's nervous...that answers that… 

 With the wine poured and food ordered and now placed. You two have an oddly quiet dinner. You try to talk, though it does not flow like usual.

Rolan's golden eyes keep flicking from his plate to your face, and you swear you hear his tail thumping against the hardwood... What is his deal? Finally, you can't take it anymore... he doesn't want people to see you on what could be a date?

 "You know you didn't have to bring me here, I could've just eaten later."

Rolan's jaw tenses, "Do you not like the food?"

"No, it's great… I just don't want to waste your time. I mean, it's a secret, right?"

Rolan avoids your gaze, "Right... don't want to confuse anything..."

Confuse anything? You're trying to be helpful! Uncomplicated too! Isn't that what he wants? Rolan, what the hell do you want!

Dinner wraps up shortly after that. You so badly wanted to talk about the dinner, your relationship, and maybe... how you want more, though the walk back to the tower is quicker than you thought. Rolans shy, nervous demeanor suddenly seems sour as he opens the door. 

This is your favorite part of this arrangement. You love when he takes your hand and gently guides you to his room, the whole way kissing you like you're the most important person to him. He is so sweet and desperate as if he hasn't been able to breathe without you.

But this isn’t how it happens tonight…

"I have some letters to write back to... and the store's books need review... So goodnight, Tav." 

Before Rolan shut the door, he gave you a final look and a tense nod, but the sadness in his eyes caused your chest to feel tight. You wanted to pry, but before you could, the door was shut, and with the click of the lock, you knew the night was indeed done.

It's been days, and it's been total silence... and you're so lonely... Rolan's your friend; he's more than a friend, and now you're in some weird space.

Uhg, you miss the days when he would just yell at you, this silence treatment is agonizing.

You miss his attitude, dorky mannerisms, glowing eyes looking over you in the dark, and adorable lisp. If you're honest, you miss everything about Rolan; you don't make it a habit of not seeing for this long; it's getting close to a week, and you need to hear him being huffy over anything, if that something is you. 

That's how you found yourself here in Sundries, wanting to be looking at Rolan instead of his purple projection. Feeling dejected, you slump onto the front counter, looking up at the smiling figure.

"How can I help you, valued customer?" It sounds enough like him, but you can hear that slightly cold artificial edge.

"Where is the real archmage?" You ask slightly bitter.

The projection regards you with a change in its smile, staring silently... "Currently, the master is busy...".

You sigh. That's code for him avoiding people right now, and that makes me feel even worse.

"I miss you..." It rolled out of you so quickly that you didn't even realize what you said. 

You look up the projection; it is still unchanged, but you need to vent.

"I don't miss what you think... I miss your warmth, your voice. Just being close to you."

The projection stays quiet, and the shop is busy... This should be embarrassing... but all you can focus on is how he has Rolan's exact features. So you keep talking…

"I love being your friend... and our arrangement, but I want more... I don't know if that was because I didn't want to get my hopes up, but I don't want you to think I'm just using you..." You pause and pick at your hands for a second before looking back up at the projection again. "Was it a date?" Of course, it says nothing... Please just say something. 

You reach out your hand to him, and your fingers go right through... you want to laugh at the irony of it all...

You stay focused on its hands, "Rolan, if I tell you I love you, what would you say back..."

"What the bloody hells!"

Shouting from upstairs makes the whole shop look up. You see a flushed Rolan staring daggers down at you.

"Ro…" 

Before you can say anything more, he's storming down the stairs and approaching you. 

"After that night, what you said. Now you're telling me telling me you love me!"

He's yelling, but he's talking... Wait, how did he hear you? "You heard?"

"Of course I did! I have a hearing spell attached to the projection just in case." He huffs, folding his arms.

"Wait. Are you mad?"

“Yes! I finally got the nerve to ask you on a date, which goes terribly! And now, days later, you're! Confessing! I had a plan, you know!"  You can't help but smile at his flushed ranting, amused at how cute he looks with his tail whipping about.

"A plan?"

"Yes! A really good one!"

Tilting your head, you step closer with a smile, silently prompting him for more explanation. Rolls his eyes before starting.

"I was going to ask you out to a romantic dinner... then afterward, I was going to grab your hands, pull you in for a kiss, then confess how I've been falling more and more in love with you every day I get to see you... But no! As usual, you uproot my plans! I swear you are-"

You couldn't take it anymore, so you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Right in the middle of his shop, no more secrets, no more hiding the desire, no more lying about your feelings. 

You finally pull away, smiling at his starstruck eyes, "I love you." he says, making you want to kiss him more.

You hold him tighter… "I love you too."

[altacctforastarion]

Okay hear me out Astarion nsfw/sfw with a Tav who's technically royalty but gave the crown to their brother and they never told anyone they were royalty until it get revealed by a guard greeting tav like "my majesty" how would Astarion react

Fun fact: I write while I’m at work (we’re in the slow season) and I wrote a full thing for this the day you requested it and then got busy for a few minutes and got back on to hit post and the app closed while I was off. So I’ve learned to save my drafts frequently, and I’ve died a little inside.

Anyways! I did this in kinda headcanon format, just couldn’t find a way to make a full fic with it.

Warnings: Astarion being angry but he chills out, nsfw mentions at the end, 18+ only minors do not interact.

I hope you like it!

-you feel dread as you near the bridge to Baldurs gate. You’d meant to tell your companions about your past, about how you were once royalty, but as time went on you just couldn’t bring yourself to. It was so nice to be treated like everyone else. If they were angry with you they didn’t bite their tongues, telling you how they felt and expecting you to make up for it.

-You’d come close, when Astarion had started telling you about his own past, occasionally asking about yours, but the thought of the person you cared for seeing you as above them was too much, so you didn’t confess then, choosing to put it off. And now you’re approaching the guards who you know by name and you know this won’t go well.

-They don’t see you at first and they stop your group, Astarion starts arguing with them and one of the guards looks at your group, spotting you, and drops into a deep bow, “Your majesty! We apologize, please carry on. You and your friends are always welcome in our great city, would you like a personal escort?”

-Your group stares at you as you thank the guards and tell them you’ll be fine without an escort. You cross the bridge, and Astarion grabs your arm and spins you around as soon as you’re out of earshot of the guards who would no doubt kill him for how he’s about to talk to you.

-“When exactly were you going to tell us about your status, your majesty?” He’s angry, hissing out the words in a hushed whisper, your other companions aren’t so much angry as they are disappointed, besides Lae’zel who couldn’t care less about your status. “How could we know how far beneath you we are if you never see fit to tell us? Could we not be trusted with such important, regal information?” You can hear the hurt of betrayal, and the slight anxiety, no doubt wondering if he’ll be struck down for how he’s speaking now, but also because he took the blood of a royal.

-You apologize and explain that you’re not royalty now, that you’d long since given up your crown. You’re questioned as to why you didn’t tell them, why you hid so much of yourself from the people you trust with your life, and as you confess the others move onto questions about being royalty, the fun you must have had, but not Astarion. He’s still gripping your arm and it almost hurts, like he’s worried you’ll run away if he doesn’t keep you there.

-“Why didn’t you tell me? I told you so much of myself and you gave me almost nothing from your past. Were you lying when you told me things about yourself?”

-“I never lied to you, I just didn’t want to be treated like I was better than everyone else. The can do no wrong royal bullshit wasn’t for me. I didn’t want to manage family politics or organize fancy galas, I wanted to be a person. And since the nautiloid, that’s all I’ve been, just a person who can be wrong and can hear all about it when I make mistakes. You would never hold my arm this tight or talk to me this way if I was who I was supposed to be. This is the life I want, and I’m sorry I was afraid to lose it.”

-He starts to understand then, he’s lied plenty to get the life he wants, to be the person he really is, and as the anger leaves him, he loosens his grip a little, but he doesn’t let go, giving you what you said you’d wanted.

-He starts to ask questions about the royals you knew, asking for dirty secrets and gossip, asking if your group could go stay in your castle and scoffing when you told him the castle belongs to your brother, and while he’d welcome you back you’d rather not go back.

-That night, your group takes up residence in Elfsong, and everyone makes jokes about a royal sleeping above a tavern.

-When you’re in your bed with Astarion he tells you he’s never fucked a royal before, and asks for the opportunity, shushing you when you tell him that you’re no longer royalty and he has fucked you multiple times anyways.

[trashpandasaga]

Suffer such as I have suffered. For my friends continue to collaborate to ruin me.

The Portrait of an Unknown Person

Another collaboration with my friend @zthea 💝

✨Read the short story after the cut ✨

Astarion’s eyes roamed over the swathes of people discussing the newest additions added to the art galla. Some anonymous donor that came into pieces from the Baldurian era were quickly donated and naturally critics were enamoured. Why wouldn’t they? Not many pieces survived that era due to an event that left Baldurs Gate in ruins for decades.

Murmurs of praise and speculation swirled through the air like smoke—who was this mysterious benefactor? Why had they chosen now to part with such treasures? How did they acquire such a trove from that bygone era?

He knew, of course. He already knew.

It was easier this way. Let them dissect brushstrokes and composition, let them spin their grand theories. None of them would ever understand the weight of it—the ache in his ribs when he looked at a certain portrait, the way his throat closed up when he imagined hands wrapping around his waist, wishing him a good morning after Astarion stayed up to finish a specific piece.

He lingered at the edges of the room, a specter in the shadows. The champagne in his glass had long since lost its chill, but he didn’t drink it anyway. He simply watched.

The painting was beautiful—of course it was. He’d never doubted his own talent, nor his ability to capture something raw and aching in his subjects. And this one… it was no different.

But gods, it hurt.

Astarion turned on his heel and left before the whispers turned into something unbearable.

The gallery was silent by the time he returned.

Dim light from the sconces casted shadows along the floor, the once-bustling room now eerily still. The absence of voices left only the faint hum of the city beyond, muffled through the thick walls of the gallery

He walked slowly, steps measured and quiet, until he reached the painting.

Astarion painted Gale in a way only someone in love could—with an unbearable softness. It wasn’t just the careful rendering of the man’s face, the delicate detailing of his crows feet , the precise gray that was threaded into strands of hair. It was in the little things—the way his expression wasn’t guarded, how there was something tender in the slight parting of his lips. A version that made Astarion’s undead heart ache in his chest.

He let out a breath and traced the edge of the frame with the tips of his fingers.

“We had a good run, didn’t we, darling?” Astarion choked out, trying to hold back a sob that was threatening to spill.

He should leave. He knew that. The longer he stayed, the harder it would be to say goodbye like he did with the real Gale a millenia ago.

The weight of memories pressed down on him.He had thought this would be enough—donating his collection, distancing himself, letting it all slip into the past like a dream half-remembered.

And yet here he was.

Fingers lingering, just for a moment longer, before he finally turned away.

He did not look back.

[tociminna]

The Loom of Fate: Update (Smut Alert)

Chapter 26 - Morning <- AO3 link

A lazy hour in a bedroll. Smut is no longer eventual.

Excerpt under the cut.

Pairing(s): Gale/BardTav, Minor Wyll/Astarion, Minor Karlach/Dammon

Tags: Tail Stuff, Slow Burn, Romance, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, all the fixins

Rating: E

“What’s this?” she asked, pressing back a little harder, a laugh in her voice. He traced his fingertips lightly up her side, from the perfect arc of her hip to the delicate musculature of her shoulder, taking a great deal of pleasure in her involuntary shiver.

“Haven’t you been introduced already?” Gale replied, nestling his face into the curve of her neck. “I distinctly recall making introductions. More than once.” His fingers continued to draw slow paths down her ribs, across the endlessly fascinating pattern of spikes and ridges on her abdomen. 

“Oh, yes, but I feel I could be better acquainted.” Her hips swirled against him now, a slow friction, dragging all that plush warmth across his awakening cock. He pushed forward, nudging between her thighs, and she gasped. 

“We have time,” he whispered into her ear, flicking his tongue against its tip. “To further the acquaintance.” 

She whined at this, clenching her legs together to trap him firmly between them. “Yes. Please.”

“We have an hour,” he continued, moving his hand up to her breast, letting its weight rest in his palm. His mark flickered, a deep red-violet. “What could I do with you in an hour…”

Her hips rocked, still slow. “Clock’s ticking,” she breathed. 

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[frantic-fiction]

Tease 18+

(Pic: cheekylittlepupp)

Astarion x f!reader, Astarion x Tav

Summary: The party is taking the night off. You're convinced to wear a dress, and Astarion just can't control himself.

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, Semi-public sex, caught in the act?

Word Count: 3.2k

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Standing in front of the mirror, you pull at the dark green fabric, tugging it down this way and that. You try again to tie the corset but give up quickly. You swing your hips, and the flowy skirt swishes, tickling the skin above your knees. Looking yourself up and down, you zone in on your hips, squirming at the fabric extenuating your curves. So much skin on display makes you want to steal someone's spare cloak to hide in. You weren't one to be self-conscious, but you're used to donning armor and leather, not this scrap of fabric Karlach had convinced you to buy. 

You should just change. Grab some leggings and one of Astarion's shirts, and call it a night. You didn't need a dress to catch his eye; you know how Astarion feels about you; wearing a dress won't change that. Backing away from the mirror, you're just about to rip the dress off when Karlach bursts into the room, Shadowheart following behind her at a much tamer pace. 

"Soldier!" Karlach squeals, stopping suddenly in the middle of the room. She slaps her hands on either side of her face. "You. Are. Gorgeous!" Your face burns as Karlach pounces on you, spinning you around to give her the best view from every angle. Heat creeps up your chest and you giggle awkwardly.

"She's right, you look stunning," Shadowheart smirked and added, "Ten gold Astarion won't be able to keep it in his pants."

"20, he won't make it to a room," Karlach shouts.

"Gods! You both are ridiculous." You squeal, swatting Karlach's hands away and stepping back from her excitement. You huff and fix your skirt. Crossing your hands over your chests, you glare at the girls before timidly looking off to the side. "So, I don't look silly?" The hesitation is evident.

"All joking aside, I assure you, soldier, you are beautiful. And I know for a fact Fangs won't be able to keep his eyes off of you."

You beam under Karlach's compliment, doing a few excited calf raises because you have no idea how else to handle her words. Shadowheart moves towards you and fixes a fallen strand of hair. She gives you a soft smile and moves to finish lacing your corset, patting your arm when she’s done.

"Now we should go. The others are waiting downstairs," Shadowheart motions everyone to the door, letting you take a moment to slip your shoes on. 

After months of endless travels and brutal battles, the party decided to take the evening to drink, relax, and enjoy each other's company. A night to forget the tadpoles and the Absolute. All except Lae'zel, who scoffed at the idea, were joining in on the fun.

Descending the stairs, you slammed with the melody of lively tunes played by a band of minstrels, competing with the animated conversations of patrons. The music, infused with the spirit of celebration, is so loud that it vibrates through the wooden beams of the tavern. The dance floor is alive with energetic movements as couples twirl and spin to the rhythm and the joyous laughter of those lost in the moment.

The bar is surrounded by a sea of drunk patrons clamoring for attention. Tankards slammed onto the worn surface as the bartender poured frothy ale and mead expertly. The dim light of flickering candles and oil lamps casts a warm glow on the diverse crowd. The unmistakable odors of stale ale, greasy food, and the tang of sweat intermingle in the air, creating a distinctive nostalgic and pungent aroma. You're lost in the crowd's movement, overwhelmed with the sounds. You grab onto Shadowheart's elbow like a lifeline.

"Karlach!" Wyll calls and you all snap your head to the side. The party had claimed a booth, and Gale and Wyll were standing up, waving their arms over their heads. They looked like they started early on the drinking; both men's faces were flush, and they each held an easy, dopey grin.

"Wyll!" Karlach linked her arms with yours and Shadowheart's and approached the table. You let her pull you, too busy searching for him. Astarion is slow to stand, but you know the moment he sets his eyes on you. You watch the subtle change in his body language. His hand tightened around the goblet; the exaggerated inhale of air as if someone had kicked him, watching the hunger grow in his eyes.

Now, you feel the confidence bloom in your chest. The dress no longer makes you squirm in discomfort; no, it gives you power and makes you feel desired and sexy. The flame ignites low in your abdomen. Suddenly, you were playing with fire and excited to get burned. A smug smile stretches your lips the closer you get. Pulling away from Karlach, you move and hook your arms around Astarion's neck. You pull him down and place a kiss on his cheek.

"Hi, handsome," you smile up at him, feeling his hand caress the small of your back. Cold fingers playing at the edge of the corset.

"Hello darling, you look breathtaking." He pushes you back gently, giving him space to take in your attire. "Turn for me, my love. Let me look upon the goddess before me."

You roll your eyes at his cheesiness but oblige his request, spinning slowly to allow Astarion to take in every angle. When you come full circle, Astarion captures your lips, and you fall against his chest. His lips meld against yours in a sensual kiss that was entirely inappropriate for the amount of people around, but neither of you seemed to care. Humming against his mouth, you cup his jaw and pull his face away. Astarion chases your lips and lets out a low groan when you deny him what he wants.  

You give Astarion a mischievous grin, patting his chest when you ask. "Do you mind getting me a drink?" 

He gives you a pointed look, visibly dissatisfied with his kiss. With one look and your hand running up his chest and over his shoulder, Astarion caves with a huff. "Yes, of course. Would you like your usual?"

"Yes, please." You say pecking his lips a final time before joining your friends in the booth. 

Wyll was regaling the table with a tale of his early days as the Blade of Frontiers when Astarion slides in beside you. He sets your drink down, and you whisper your thanks before taking a sip and focusing back on Wyll. Gale is quick to call out Wyll's bullshit, Shadowheart pointing out the exaggeration the warlock had blended into his story. It soon devolved into a bickering match as Wyll tried to defend himself. You chuckle between sips of wine, leaning into Astarion, setting your head gently against his shoulder. His hand had found your bare thigh, fingers kneading the supple flesh. 

Suddenly, your friends become background noise as your senses hone in on Astarion. The cheeky smirk that stretches his lips tells you he knows exactly what he's doing as Astarion inches his smooth hand further under your dress—never crossing the line but far enough to make you clench your legs together in need. You bite your lip, cheeks burning from more than the alcohol, and reach down to take his hand in yours. 

"I know what you're doing,"

"Oh, and what is that, my dear?" Astarion grins, bringing your hand to his lips and gently kissing your knuckles. He leans to your ear, "Do you not want me to touch you?" His breath cascades over your neck, and a shiver runs up your spine.

"Not when you're trying to tease me in public."

"My sweet girl, I'm not the one being a tease."

"Soldier! Stop making goo-goo eyes at Fangs, and come dance with me!" Karlach yells across the table, breaking whatever spell Astarion had you under. Pulling away, you look up to see Karlach jumping up and down, hand outstretched for you to take. 

"You know I won't say no to dancing." Astarion reluctantly moves to let you out of the booth. Karlach is quick to grab your hand and pull you towards the stage. 

The time is lost in the beat of the drums and the flow of your hips. Karlach twirls you around, and you can't stop giggling. Wyll joins in the fun, and suddenly, the crowd has formed a unified line dance. It's messy, and you don't know the steps, but you watch Wyll and poke fun at Karlach's improvised moves. You dance until your breath is ragged and your feet start hurting. Moving your body until the sea of people starts to drown you. Maybe it's the alcohol coursing through your veins or the excitement of the dancing. Still, the fun quickly turns to overstimulation that blankets you in thick sheets. In an instant, the room is too hot and too loud, and if you don't get out now, you just might scream.

You leave Karlach and move towards the door outside to the back alley. Pushing it open, you stumble over the threshold and inhale the cold night air. It instantly sobers, clearing your mind and easing your panic. You stare up at the starry sky, soaking in the bright moon. Goosebumps spread over your exposed arms and legs, and you shiver. It doesn't stop you from stepping further into the alleyway as you breathe and allow your heart to settle its pounding. You can still hear the muffled music and thumping feet. 

You hear the door open again but pay it no mind until Astarion speaks, "There you are, my sweet."

You turn on your heel and give him a soft smile. He glowed under the moonlight, an ethereal being standing before you, his face partially cast in shadow, staring at you with hunger. "I needed some air."

"I'm sure you did," Astarion smirks, stepping closer toward you. A predator stalks up to its prey. "All that dancing you were doing must have been exhausting."

"It was, but it was so fun." You reach out instinctually, wrapping your arms around his neck. Astarion smoothes his hands down your spine to the swell of your butt, moving to squeeze the soft, plump flesh. "You should join me next time." You squeak at his grip, pressing yourself closer to him.

Then his lips are on yours, and your back is digging into the rough brick of the alleyway. Astarion's tongue is in your mouth, and you're moaning, gripping his shoulders to find purchase. One of his fangs nipped your bottom lip, and your knees practically buckled under you. You would have fallen if Astarion hadn't pressed you against the wall. 

"I think I just might take you dancing tomorrow." His cold hands caress your thigh, pulling it up and over his hip, pushing up the fabric of your dress with it. "I'll buy you a pretty new dress to add to your growing collection, and I'll have you move your body for me like you've been doing all night." 

He rolls his hips into yours, and you cry into his neck, kissing his skin to muffle your noises. "Swaying those hips in this tight little thing. Gods darling, I've been hard all night, and it's entirely your fault, you naughty little minx."

"Astarion," You sigh, relishing the friction of his hard cock against your clothed core. 

"Such a cruel woman, dangling a feast over a starving man. I'll have to punish you for that." Astarion purrs, running his nose along the line of your jaw, stopping to bite at his favorite spot; his fangs puncture the surface just enough to have droplets of your blood trickle out.

His tongue lavishes over your skin, making sure not a drop escapes. The moan that rumbles through his chest is purely animalistic, and a rush of heat gushes between your legs. "But right now, my naughty girl, I'm going to fuck you here against this wall." 

You let out a whimper, hips bucking instinctually, heat coiling in your lower stomach. "Please.." 

Astarion takes no time to push your underwear aside and push two of his fingers into your folds with a lewd, wet sound. Astarion begins to pump his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt, with each stroke curling up just slightly. The rough pad of his thumb finds your swollen clit, and applying pressure, he circles the nub in time with his fingers. 

"You're already so drenched, always so ready for me." You pull his face in and sigh into his mouth, niping his lip playfully. Threading your hand through his soft curls, you give a soft tug, relishing in the grunt Astarion gives you. 

You're painfully aware of your surroundings and know that someone could step out and catch the two of you any moment. The thought gives you a jolt of excitement you'll have to think about later. There is no room to take your time, so you tug harder on Astarion's hair loss, pulling his lips from the flesh of your neck he was playing with.

"Star," You roll your hips against his hand impatiently. "I need you to fuck me already,"

"So impatient, but you are right. This is not the time to play." Astarion tsk before unceremoniously ripping your underwear off and stuffing them in his pocket. 

"I liked those."

"I'll buy you a new pair, maybe one to match your new dress." Astarion peppers kiss down your neck. Your hands move to pull his pants down, freeing his cock. It's red and looks painfully swollen. Astarion hisses through his teeth when you give the base of his cock a tight squeeze. 

"I want one that matches the new dress and the same ones you just ripped." You countered, giving him a few languid strokes using his precum as a lubricant. 

"Whatever you want, my love." He says mindlessly, taking you into another breathtaking kiss.

Astarion hands leave your cunt, and a whine leaves your lips. He kisses your pout and quickly grabs his cock. Astarion pumps himself a few more times before lining up at your entrance. When Astarion sheaths himself fully in your heat, the wind is knocked out of you. A collective groan of ecstasy escapes from both of your mouths. There is no build-up, no room to catch your breath. Astarion quickly pulls out and slams back into you—your back scraps against the bricks, and your foot slips on the cobblestone.

You yelp scrambling to hold on and not fall pathetically onto the dirty alley floor. Astarion, without skipping a beat, scoops you up fully in his arms. All you can do is wrap your legs around his hips and hold on as he pounds into your dripping cunt. 

"Gods, you're perfect," Astarion signs into your neck. He pulls at your dress, moving the corset just enough to expose one of your breasts. He bends his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth. You choke on a gasp; cupping the back of his head, you press him further against you. 

"Astarion," you moan, carding your fingers into his curls. Rolling your hips, you match his thrusts. Your lower stomach tightens, and you will not last much longer. Not with him pulling you apart in the way only he can. You tried to say as much, but you choke on a sob when Astarion's fingers find your clit. 

He grinds your hips into the brick wall and brutalizes your clit with tight circles. His voice is raspy in your ears. "I'm close, love…ngh - gods, you feel so good."

"A-astarion, please!" Tears bead down your cheeks, pleasure overwhelming your senses. Your muscles are tightening. Your legs quake, and you clench tightly around him. 

"That’s it, come for me, beautiful." And that is all you need to see stars, opening your mouth in a silent cry. Ecstasy courses through your veins, and you bite down on his collarbone to ground yourself in your pleasure. His hips stutter, pace faltering as he loses himself in your body, spilling his seed deep into you. 

Neither of you moves; the brick is now uncomfortably digging into your back, but you can't find the energy to care. Astarion peppers kiss up and down your neck. You scratch his scalp softly and catch your breath. It’s nice.

"I guess I should wear more dresses."

"My dear, you could wear a burlap sack, and I would have still taken you against this wall."

"Horny bastard." 

The two of you were too caught up in each other to notice the tavern door opening again. Nor did either of you notice two figures stepping out. At least not until Karlach's loud cackle echoed down the alleyway. You whip your head in her direction, Astarion following suit. Karlach is hunched over and on her knees, shoulders shaking with laughter. Shadowheart stands beside her, arms crossed with disgust and annoyance plastered on her face.

Astarion is quick to turn you away, shielding you with his body. He let’s you go and you scramble to cover yourself. He helps you fix your dress. Great. 

"What did I tell you? Fangs couldn't keep it in his pants long enough to find a room!" Karlach booms, slapping Shadowheart on the arm. "Hand it over," her palm extended in wait. You hide your face in Astarion's neck, face burning in embarrassment. 

Shadowheart mumbled something under her breath, digging in her pocket for her gold pouch. "Here," the gold is slapped into the tieflings palm. She turns to the two of you. "Find a different cleric to cure whatever disease you've contracted in this filthy alley." Shadowheart quickly turns back into the tavern, the door slamming behind her. 

"Well, thanks for the gold," The tiefling beams and skips after Shadowheart, leaving you and Astarion alone once more. 

You refuse to leave the space between Astarion's jaw and collarbone. Thoughts of packing your stuff and running to Candlekeep are crossing your mind. Karlach and Shadowheart are already telling Wyll and Gale about your exploits, and you don't want to handle the smug looks. 

Astarion's chest rumbles with silent laughter, and you're pulled from your escape plans. You emerge from your safe space and glare up at the man. "What's so funny?!" 

He laughs harder, and runs his thumb over your pout, cupping your jaw. You hold firm in your annoyance and turn your head. "Karlach is telling all of our friends that we just fucked in a dirty back alley, why would you be laughing?" You snap.

"You would think at this point Shadowheart would stop betting on our love life. Tsk, all the gold she's lost." You narrow your eyes at him. His playful smirk widens. "She and the other weirdos should know how shamelessly I want you. They were lucky I didn't fuck you on the table." 

Rolling your eyes, you shove him hard, forcing Astarion to stumble back. Moving past you storm towards the door; he's laughing and calling your name. Astarion, only get your middle finger before the tavern door closes behind you.

Astarion is a cheeky shit. I love him.... Let me know what ya thought, i love your feedback.

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[brabblesblog]

A kiss, stolen in a moment away from the crowd.

Read up on what these two idiots are on about here:

Whither is thy beloved gone?

Remember ye not the former things.

Art by @pickled0ctopus

[obsessedwhyyes]

The Fool

Summary: As you lie, nestled into Astarion’s chest, he considers his feelings - his damned, complicated feelings.

Alternatively, Astarion experiences all 5 stages of grief in 10 minutes.

Rating: T Word Count: 816 Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader Content: First person Astarion POV, fluff and angst, rather a lot of angst actually, feelings denial, Astarion needs a hug, cuddling, Astarion's simple plan beginning to fall apart.

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A/N: You know when you’re lying in bed, unable to sleep until you write down that idea that’s managed to worm its way into your brain at unspeakable hours of the night? Here we have a slightly angsty drabble that decided to do just that! After the reception to the Gale first person POV, I wanted to try my hand at an Astarion POV. Hopefully you enjoy!

A fool lies in this tent.

Look at you, nestled into my side, sleeping peacefully against my chest as if a vampire’s embrace is the safest place in all the realms. Utterly ridiculous. So trusting, so… pliant. All according to plan, really. I set the trap - a few choice words here, a few lingering touches there - and you walked right into it. Just like I knew you would.

Just like all the others do.

Well, not quite like all the others. You actually believe there's something redeemable in me, don't you? How deliciously naïve.

Do you even realise what you've fallen for? What I am? A monster, a liar, a parasite. Oh, my dear, the fool you are.

Though I suppose your particular brand of foolishness has its… uses. Your blind faith in my redemption is almost charming.

No. Not charming. It’s pathetic. Pathetically predictable. It can’t be charming. Because, if it is, I’m no better than the fool I mock.

You shift slightly in your sleep, and I resist the urge to recoil. This charade - this playing at romance, at desire - it shouldn’t affect me so. I’m above this. I’ve spent centuries perfecting the art of manipulation, of taking what I need. It was supposed to be easy: charm you, bed you, and secure my safety. A means to an end. But as I lay here, with your warmth pressed against me, my chest begins to tighten. Not in fear or hunger, but in something… complicated.

Anger begins to burn at the back of my throat. Good. Anger is familiar. It’s safer, easier to control.

This is your fault, you know. No, worse - it’s mine. My fault that I have been reduced to this - a creature desperate enough to sell the only scraps of autonomy I have left. You think this closeness is love, don’t you? But it’s not. It’s survival. It has always been survival.

But then again… 

You’re not like the others at all, are you? Those who took without asking, without care. Your touch is… gentle. Always so damnably gentle. You’ve never grabbed, never demanded, never treated me like a thing to be used. With you, it hasn’t all been… bad. No, that’s not right - it’s been tolerable. Almost pleasant at times, really. Your touch doesn’t make my skin crawl; your voice doesn’t grate on my nerves. I tell myself it’s because you’re useful. That’s all this is. 

That’s all it can ever be.

If I were to tell you the truth, what would you do? If I were to push you away, would you stay? If I were to let you in, would you hurt me? These questions gnaw at me, demanding answers I don't have. 

Answers I don't want.

Even now, as you sleep, your fingers rest light as feathers on my chest. It’s maddening. Infuriating. How dare you? How dare you make this difficult? This was supposed to be simple. You were supposed to be simple. 

I could kill you right now, you know. One quick movement, and all these feelings would disappear with you. Never again would you look at me like I'm something precious, something worth saving, like I’m–

“... Astarion,” you mumble drearily in your sleep.

Hells.

I should leave. I should push you away, remind you that I am not something to hold on to.

But I don’t move. 

Instead, I stay. Because the truth, the awful, unbearable truth, is that I don’t want to lose this. The selfish man I am.

A sigh escapes me. 

It’s exhausting. I’m exhausted. 

Gods, what an absolute mess you’ve made of my carefully laid plans. I find myself watching you sleep, counting your breaths, fighting the urge to brush that strand of hair from your face.

When did this happen? When did I start to care whether you lived or died beyond your usefulness to me?

I hate this. I hate that you’ve made me feel anything at all, but more than that, I hate myself for not hating it more. The way you defend me, the way you’ve never once looked at me with disgust or fear… it’s terrifying.

You’re terrifying.

Yet I can't bear to give it away.

Your fingers curl into my shirt in your sleep, and I find myself pulling you closer despite every screaming instinct to push you away. Protecting you, as if I have any right to do so. As if I deserve the way you lean into my touch, trust in my words, believe in my capacity for - dare I say it - goodness. As if I deserve any of this.

The moonlight filtering through the tent catches on your sleeping face, and something inside me breaks. Or perhaps it's finally mending. I'm not sure I know the difference anymore.

A bitter laugh escapes my lips, so soft I’m certain it won’t wake you. How poetic. How utterly absurd.

You, the fool, who dared to fall for me. 

And I, the greater fool for letting you.

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[astarionmylife]

18+

When you and Astarion first have sex, it's all an act. It's a carefully precise performance he is putting on. Perfectly timed grunts and groans, pretty seductive language. He puts up a domineering front, disassociates like he always used to. It's second nature to him now, sex is not a tender act of affection anymore. It's a deal, the only thing he can offer in a trade. He's in control, simply exists to make you feel good.

As the two of you get closer, when you start experiencing feelings for each other, he doesn't know what to do. He feels lost, and the sex is much gentler. He's starting to feel comfortable with you, sometimes allows you to top and take control as he surrenders. His mask of pretense is dropping, his perfectly manicured act falling apart. He finds little whiny moans escaping him as he finishes. He finds himself clinging to you more and more, trusting you with more parts of his past.

After awhile, the two of you are open with each other, very much in love. You take care of him when necessary, and while the sex is never the same ideal as it was, it's so much more satisfying. And sometimes he can cry during sex, sobs falling down his cheeks as he sloppily thrusts into you, head buried in the crock of your neck as you stroke your fingers through his hair and whisper affirmations into his ears. And on the less emotional but just as horny days, you can spend days in bed, alternating between just holding each other, and pounding into each other. Life is good.

[celestialowlbear]

🌿 ♡ Halsin NSFW Headcanon Drabble ♡ 🌿

Pairing: Halsin x Reader (GN)

WC: ~600

Warnings: 18+, NSFW. Smut. Mentions of marking, possessiveness, some fluffiness. Reader/Tav not described besides having soft skin.

A/N: I’ve been having major Halsin thots and had to get them on a page (hence the bulleted list). Enjoy, my fellow big Druid lovers. 😊

You are like nothing else he has ever experienced in his long life. 

He craves you, an insatiable hunger that burns his body from the inside out, and only you can tame that raging fire within him.

Your lips, your gentle touch, your sounds…

You are the rising sun, the soft glow of the moon, the peaceful breeze on a summer’s day, and life at the onset of spring.

Sometimes he wondered if he was a dead man walking, a specter of some sort, because being with you was heaven, or what he imagined it to be.

Halsin has to continuously control himself around you, at least while others are around.

When the camp was quiet and he had you all to himself, was when he could absolutely and utterly devour you, show you just how much he longs for you.

You let him lose control, wanting it, craving it yourself. 

You want to feel his fingers dig into your thighs, hear his louder and louder moans as you take more and more of him so, so willingly. 

When you are very much warmed up by his tongue and fingers, he finally fills you, sinking himself into you inch by inch, careful to never harm you and checking that it was never too much.

Halsin loves praising you, breathlessly comparing you to everything extraordinary and exquisite in nature and beyond.

His honeyed words spur you both on as his pace increases, the head of his cock caressing that spot so deep inside you it leaves you boneless and seeing galaxies.

You know he still holds back, the bear desperate to claw its way out, the primal urge raging under his skin as he pounds into you.

Halsin always wants your pleasure before his, making sure to get multiple orgasms out of you before he finishes. 

The way your body reacts, the way his name from your lips transforms from breathy whimpers to guttural moans of pure ecstasy is seared into his memories until the end of time, and that will still never be enough.

When you are finally spent, flushed and sweaty and thoroughly loved, is when Halsin takes what is his.

He loves flipping you on your stomach, gripping your thighs and pulling you up toward him, sinking into you with one thrust.

He mounts you, caging you in with his body, his bulging forearms on either side of your head, his lips at your ear, his broad chest pressing to your back.

You love it, feeling protected by him, encapsulated by everything that was Halsin.

The man, the bear, your lover, your mate. 

He is always able to get deeper in this angle, his fingers digging into the grass and dirt beneath you, his hot, growling breath on your neck as he finally loses his control.

Your soft body beneath him, the trust you have in him, the love in your eyes even as he fucks you relentlessly like a beast in heat, always brings him to his end, intense and blinding and all-consuming.

When you bask in the afterglow, Halsin carefully maneuvers you, checking you for any wounds he may have accidentally inflicted in the height of passion.

There’s usually a bruise or bite-mark or two, and you have to convince him it’s fine. 

You can tell he always feels bad after losing a bit of control, but part of him loves the fact that he’s able to see the marks on your body, reminding you and anyone else that you were his.

Then you lay in the grass, gazing up at the stars, your head on his chest.

He loves telling you stories about the constellations, and his deep timbre always lulls you into a peaceful sleep, with him following soon after, content in one another’s embrace.

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[reverieblondie]

Vignette 2, coming soon....

Paring- Dark Prince Rolan x Blessed Princess F!Tav

Warnings- 18+ MDNI, will include violence and smut, and two pinning idiots.

₊ ✩ link to AO3- Here

Summary: An AU of Baldur's Gate, where Rolan ascends to power as the Dark Prince to the kingdom of Waldemar over which he now rules with a court made up of undead, fiends, his fellow infernal-touched, and more.. As unrest continued to grow, the kingdom of Sivailon received a proposition from the Dark Prince for the hand of their blessed princess, Tav, so that she may rule at his side. With the two kingdoms just a few short days' of travel away from each other's borders and such an arrangement helping to reaffirm the kingdoms' past alliance, the nobility of Sivailon would have been fools to say no. Tav now must wed the man that has many rumors about him and many secrets. Will he eat her heart like she was warned? Or will this Co-rulership lead to love?

Prologue

Chapter 1 - The Union

Chapter 2 - First Night in Waldemar

Chapter 3 - The Morning After

Vignette 1: Retribution

[altacctforastarion]

Something New

Warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, violence (y’all are fighting some bad guys in the fourth paragraph, not super descriptive violence and you can skip it, Astarion is just turned on when you kill someone), biting, blood kink (your blood and also he licks someone else’s off of you), afab reader, Astarion x Reader.

I think Astarion would lose his mind if you gave him head, also I think when he gets comfortable with sex he wants you all the time, so here’s feral Astarion and also him losing his mind when you give him head.

Pt. 2 coming soon!

Enjoy!

After that night in the graveyard, Astarion had been insatiable, eager to indulge in you as often as possible so long as you were willing, leading you to your shared bed by the hand or taking you outside of the two of you wound up alone. Sex had never been about pleasure and intimacy had never been special, and then there was you. You’d cared for him and encouraged him to be better, and once he got his bittersweet vengeance with your help all he wanted was to enjoy every second with you, his first real choice.

There were plenty of times where he just wanted non-sexual intimacy, of course, plenty of nights where he holds you close and talks with you until you fall asleep, or holds your hand while you chat with the others. And other times he’s itching all day for the chance to steal you away for himself so he can hear his name cried from your lips while he takes his own pleasure from you.

Today he’d stopped trancing early, and as he watched you sleep, your relaxed body pressed up against his, all he could think about was how badly he wanted you. The thoughts persisted and distracted and left him staring at you, depraved thoughts echoing in his mind, even in battle.

Currently, he’s supposed to be focusing on clearing out some cultists, instead he takes a hit that could have easily been dodged, their form is clumsy, their ego is far too big, but he was too busy thinking about putting his teeth in your neck while he fucks you, feeling your body shake under him while you cum. You kill the person that hit him with a spell, and he sees you across the room, covered in the blood of others and the rage in your eyes as you twist your dagger into a cultist who was dumb enough to try to attack you, thinking you were distracted. But no, you manage to look out for him without risking your own safety, constantly aware of everyone around you. You’re beautiful, and so, so distracting, and he desperately wants to lick that blood off of you. He gets hit again, an arrow going through his shoulder, and he begrudgingly pushes his thoughts of you aside to go use his own daggers on the foolish ranger that just gave away their position.

—

When the fight is done you rush over to him, fretting over the arrow in his shoulder, and telling him to sit, and it absolutely hurts, his shoulder on fire and his blood hot and sticky as it seeps out around the arrow, but he’s still just staring at you, having watched you kill enemy after enemy, and seeing their blood dripping off of you. You arrange yourself on the floor beside him, partially on his lap so you can get close enough to see his wound, and oh, how he needs you. His fingers tilt your chin up, and he kisses you, thinking of how he might even fuck you here if your companions can take the hint and leave, but you push him away, “Astarion, there’s blood all over me and there’s an arrow in your shoulder. Sit still and let me heal you.” You scold him, and he sits back for a moment, letting you pull out the arrow, wincing as it leaves his body, and as you lean in closer to heal him, he cups your jaw, and kisses you deeply, licking into your mouth and effectively distracting you from your spell, and you groan into his mouth about it but he doesn’t stop kissing you until you pull away again. “Sit. Still.” You scold again, and this time he doesn’t listen, leaning forward and licking some of the blood off of your face, a stripe from jaw to cheekbone.

Finally he sits back, a self satisfied smirk on his face, feeling proud of the way your pupils dilate, his tongue is your weakness and he knows it. He hears some disgusted mumbles and looks up to see Shadowheart standing behind you, appalled by his behavior. He lifts a hand to wave at her with his fingers and watches as Karlach pulls her away, “We’ll see you back at camp, soldiers!”

You cast a healing spell while he’s distracted and put a health potion to his lips before he can defile you further, a hand on his jaw being used to tilt his head back and that isn’t helping the heat building in his stomach at all, always weak for you taking care of him and touching him in ways he would never allow others to. He swallows down the potion as he reaches for you, intent on pulling you fully onto his lap and taking you right here, in a bloody room full of corpses. You let him pull you, and you climb onto his lap, but you hold him instead of letting him kiss you again.

It’s sweet, and the complete opposite of what he’d planned, but he wraps his arms around you and tells you he’ll be more careful next time. When you ask what had him so distracted he fights the urge to show you all of his thoughts, and instead shrugs and says he had something better to look at. When you offer your blood he declines, saying he’ll have you later, and it pains him to say no, but if he took you up on it now you wouldn’t leave this room for a century and your companions would not appreciate that.

—

You bathe as soon as you get to Elfsong, only allowing him to join you when he promises to only help clean you with soap instead of his tongue. He keeps his word, and you don’t have to lift a finger while he lathers your body and soap and cleans you off, even refraining from groping you, though you intentionally didn’t make him promise not to, the water a bubbly red by the time he’s done. You do the same for him, and he closes his eyes, reveling in your kind touch and gentleness. By the time you’re both clean the water is freezing cold, and he leads you to bed, naked and still slightly damp, to get under the blankets.

Once warm he asks for a kiss, and you happily oblige, sweet and gentle for less than a second before he is licking into your mouth and his hands begin to roam, from your chest to your thighs and back up again, stopping only to you with your nipples before going back to just feeling you after he’s gotten you moaning. He tries to chase your lips when you pull away, but you don’t let him, coming up for air for a moment and rolling so that he’s under you.

“Darling, I’ve wanted you all day, don’t make me wait.” His voice is low, eyes dark, taunting you, giving you an out and if you don’t take it, it’s a false option. He’ll take what he wants from you, unless you tell him to stop. He wraps his arms around you, keeping you close to him and pulling your head down so he can put his face in your neck, fangs lightly scraping against the delicate skin there.

“I want to try something new.” You sound depraved, and he looks that much more feral, like any moment he’ll reverse your position and take you.

“And what would that be, my dear? What exactly do you want me to do to you?” He doesn’t let you go, still keeping you tight against his body, and you feel the smirk on his lips, eager to hear your fantasies. He places kisses on your neck, enjoying how fast your pulse is against his mouth.

“It’s something I’d like to do to you, if you’re willing,” you gasp as he bites down, it’s not hard enough to break skin, but you feel the pain from it all the same, drawing in ragged breath as he begins to suck and lick at your neck, knowing he’s marking you as his even though the teeth marks in your neck never get a chance to heal and everyone knows who you belong to already.

“Please go on, tell me what you want, darling.” He pulls away long enough to speak but is fast to return to your neck, licking over the bruise you’re sure is forming, and putting his teeth back on you, biting down gently in various spots.

“I’d like to use my mouth on you. It’s ok if you don’t want that, but I want to please you this time.”

He pauses for just a second, and then he bites down, his fangs piercing your skin and causing you to cry out, surprised. He licks up the blood that’s spilled before he speaks again, still holding you tight, his hands keeping you from moving and gods know you wouldn’t even if you could.

“You always please me, pet.” He pulls your head up by your hair, and kisses you deeply before releasing his grip on you. “But please, go on.”

You move down his body, and lick up the length of his hard cock, and he whines, high in his throat. It catches you off guard, hearing him sound that way, and you look up at him.

His pupils are blown wide, lust on his face and he looks surprised at himself. He sees you looking and his faces flushes red, his eyes darting away in embarrassment. You lick him again, slow, while you watch him, and you notice the way he clenches his jaw, exhaling slow out of his nose, and you feel the way he grabs at the sheets next to you.

“If I’d of known you’d like this so much I would have done it sooner, why didn’t you tell me, beautiful?” You don’t wait for a response, though you are clearly expecting one, before taking the head into your mouth, sucking gently while you lick him.

He keens and his hands on the bed are soon in your hair, light pressure keeping you from pulling off of him. You continue what seems like torture when he answers.

“I- ah!” He starts to speak but you choose then to suck harder and take more of him in your mouth, tongue still licking around the head of his cock, and he pulls you off, his cock leaving your mouth and smacking his stomach. He pushes your head down but doesn’t let you take him back into your mouth, so you settle for licking along his length again, “I didn’t know, very rarely did they want to reciprocate, and I didn’t want pleasure from them.”

“Oh, beautiful. Thank you for letting me do this.” His grip has loosened as he spoke, and refusing to let him have enough time to dwell on his past, you guide him back into your mouth with your hand before putting both of your hands on his thighs, tracing shapes in what you hope is a soothing way.

You let him into your throat this time and he whimpers, his hands fisting in your hair again, and his thighs shake under your hands. His hips jerk up into your mouth, seemingly overwhelmed with the sensations. Your name comes out of his mouth in gasps, along with the occasional ‘darling’ as you move up and down, fucking your throat with his cock.

You can’t help but tease, pulling back with only half of him in your mouth, sucking gently, tongue moving slowly around him, and he just can’t stay still, your hands on his thighs keeping him down as he moans and whines. He’d push your head down if this wasn’t already too much, his body aflame, his throat sore from the air he’s taking in and panting out as you suck his cock. When you finally take more of him in he’s doing nothing but whimpering, limbs like jelly, and you savor every little sound.

One of his hands leaves your hair and you look up at him, and moan at the sight of him, chest flushed and his wrist in his mouth, a small amount of blood dripping down his arm from where he’s bitten it. You move with vigor, eager to see him cum, listening to his muffled little sounds from his wrist.

He shoves your head down when he finally finds his release, a cry coming from him, still loud around his bleeding wrist as he fills your mouth. You lick and suck slowly while he comes down, and you don’t stop until he’s whimpering again, weakly pushing your head away.

You let his softening cock fall out of your mouth and give it one last lick, delighting in how his whole body jerks. You move so you’re laying next to him, and he moves his wrist from his mouth, and you kiss him as soon as he does, his blood hitting your tongue.

“I take it you had a good time, beautiful?”

“Darling, I didn’t think you could be any better in bed.” His voice is rough, throat as raw as yours.

He kisses you again, and his hand snakes between your legs, two fingers finding your entrance and pushing in immediately, stealing the breath from your lungs. “You didn’t think I wouldn’t return the favor, did you pet?”

[vixstarria]

Seeing stars

Welp, I wrote more porn.

Astarion x F!Tav/F!Reader

18+, smut, porn with plot, porn with feelings, jealous Astarion, soft dom Astarion, dirty talk, fingering, PIV, elf ears and more! Humour, banter and fluff mixed in per usual. Tav failing several insight checks in the process.

I also poke fun at the in-game romance mechanics, and Wyll's Act 2 scene in particular.

This is the last time they have sex before the "I want us to be something real" conversation.

Approx. 2,900 words

AO3

“You won’t believe the ludicrous encounter I just had with Wyll.” 

You burst into Astarion’s tent. Well, it was ‘Astarion’s’ tent only notionally at this point. Yours still stood, but it now served solely as storage space for your assorted junk. You had effectively moved in with Astarion, having first coerced him into replacing the wooden plank and bloodstained rags he slept on with some sensible rugs and blankets. 

Astarion lounged half-naked on one of the bedrolls, reading something by candlelight. 

“Oh?” he looked up at you. “Do tell.” 

“First the massage you promised earlier,” you said sinking down onto the floor of the tent and stripping off most of your clothes. “My back is killing me after carrying everyone all day.” 

“Oh please...” he rolled his eyes. “I recall you nearly walked into your own cloud of daggers, again, and would have if I hadn’t pulled you away in time. And then you blasted Lae’zel off a cliff. It’s a wonder we haven’t kicked you out yet.” He shook his head. “And if you’re carrying anyone, I’m the one carrying you.” 

Still, he sat up as you laid down on your stomach.  

“Who do you think you’re fooling with this modesty, darling?” he murmured, noticing that you’d kept your underwear on. “Just lose it now,” he added, as he slid it off, leaving you completely naked, before he settled over you, his fingers commencing work on your shoulders. “So what happened with Wyll?” 

“I was making my way back here, and found him... performing some kind of jig by the campfire, pretending like he didn’t know I was there.” 

“The ‘Blade of Frontiers’, dancing alone in the middle of camp?” Astarion snickered. “Did you mock him? Please tell me you mocked him.”  

“Well... I was going to, but then he asked me to dance with him, very earnestly.” 

“That scoundrel...” he mused. “And let me guess - you agreed, didn’t you?” 

“Oh trust me, at that point it would have been more awkward not to dance with him, I had to play along.” 

Astarion scoffed, with a chuckle. 

“Do you always go along with whatever people want from you just because it would be too awkward to say no?” 

"I try not to – last time I did, I ended up with a vampire who won’t stop sucking me dry,” you deflected. “I figured there was no harm in indulging him. Besides, I don’t see you dancing with me. It was kind of nice,” you teased. 

“I hate dancing,” he said. 

“Right,” you said. “I’m sure you hate dancing just as much as you hate poetry, flowers, art, cats... What else?” 

“Children,” he answered. “I also can’t stand children.” 

“No, that one I could see being true,” you grinned. 

“So anyway, you two dolts pranced around the fire to the sound of crickets, then what?” 

“And then he tried to kiss me,” you admitted, with a sigh. 

Astarion’s hands paused for a moment before resuming their work, slightly harder than before. 

“Well look at you, receiving the Duke Ravengard’s heir’s attention. Moving up in the world, hmm?” 

“I didn’t let him.” 

He laughed. 

“Is there even a single person left in camp that hasn’t tried to get into your pants, darling?” 

You had to think for a moment.  

“Are we counting Volo?” 

“Sure.” 

“Then just Karlach and Withers.” 

“Gods, I fucking love Karlach,” he murmured. “Don’t tell her I said that.” 

“Why? Getting jealous all of a sudden?” 

Astarion was silent for a few moments. 

“I just don’t understand it,” he said. “You’re with me every night. I’m at your side every day. They see us. They hear us. Still, they don’t take me – or you and me – seriously. Tell me, is there something about me that screams: ‘Please, go ahead and take my lover for yourself. Come on in and snatch her right out from under me, I don’t mind’?”  

Perhaps you’d made a bad judgment call when you thought Astarion would find the absurdity of the situation humorous rather than offensive. Still, you had to bite your cheek to keep from laughing at the dramatics he added to the delivery of the last few lines that left his mouth. 

“Stop laughing,” he said.  

“I’m not laughing,” you laughed.  

“I can feel your back muscles twitching in your efforts.” 

“Well, they’re aware this all started as a joke. Perhaps they never realised that it’s long stopped being one?” you offered. 

Astarion’s hands had been moving lower and lower along your back. They had now reached your ass and continued to rub, stroke and squeeze, as you let out a soft groan. 

“That’s not my back, Astarion.” 

One of his hands kept squeezing an ass cheek, while the other dipped to stroke you between your legs. He gave a satisfied hum when two of his fingers entered you effortlessly. 

“Maybe if they could see how wet I can make you just by rubbing your back they’d reconsider how much of a joke this is,” he said, his voice low. He continued to pump his fingers in and out – you were almost embarrassed by the loud squelching sounds that came out of you. You moaned and tried to lift your hips higher, but your legs were encased between his thighs, pinned down on the bedroll. “Do you think you’d be reacting this way to young Ravengard, darling?” 

“Stop it,” you hissed. “You know I don’t want anyone but you.” 

“Stop?” he pulled his fingers out, to your dissatisfied whine. You looked back to see him studying your slick on his fingers. “I should go smear this on his face right now... The audacity to try to get his hands on what is not his.” He licked his fingers clean instead. He turned his attention back to you.  

“Maybe if you were more vocal about your devotion to me the others wouldn’t make these mistakes.” 

His hand returned between your legs, spreading your wetness and slipping lower to tease your clit.  

“I could be... encouraged... to be more vocal about it,” you breathed, trying to grind against his hand.  

“Yes... I should make you scream my name, so they all know who you belong to.” 

His fingers returned inside you, teasing you with shallow strokes.  

“You can try,” you taunted him. 

Astarion let out an indignant huff and shifted to spread your legs open with his knees, simultaneously placing a hand on your back to firmly hold you down. You expect to feel his cock enter you, but he continued to stroke you with his fingers, turning his hand to curl them downwards.  

“Is that a challenge, darling?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. “You should know better by now than to bet against me,” he said, continuing to flex his fingers inside you. 

It started off pleasant enough, but rapidly grew into... more. And more. You weren’t sure what he was doing but whatever it was, it was just about making you see stars. 

You sputtered as the new sensation started to take hold of your whole being.  

“Ast… what..”  

You couldn't manage anything coherent, as his fingers continued to dig into you, gradually picking up speed and pressure. You started to squirm to try to get away despite yourself, but he simply put more weight against the hand on your back, securely pinning you to the bedroll. 

“Always getting yourself into situations you're not prepared for…" he murmured. "You're not talking your way out of this one.”

His fingers were relentless. You were worried you really would scream and wake everyone in camp. All you could do was bite down on the pillow, hoping that it would muffle your drawn-out moans. 

“Let go, darling... I know you want to.” 

It's not so much that you let go – rather, all your decorum was ripped from you, as your muscles convulsed, the orgasm rolling through your entire body. You panted and shuddered, trying to keep quiet, your hands clutching desperately at the covers beneath you, trying to hold on to anything like your life depended on it. 

Once the feeling subsided, you came back to your senses to find Astarion hovering over you, kissing the back of your neck and shoulders, grazing them with his fangs, almost but not quite hard enough to draw blood. You felt his erection rubbing against your hip. 

“Has anyone fucked you like this before?” he whispered hoarsely into your ear, his breath ragged from his own arousal. “Tell me.” 

“No,” you gasped, trying to catch your own breath.  

“I thought so,” he whispered with a smile, kissing your neck before he sat back up. 

You turned back to look at him over your shoulder. He watched you with a self-satisfied grin, his fingers returning to stroke you lightly between your legs once more. 

“Do you want me to do it again?” he purred. 

A part of you wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face after what he just put you through. Another, much larger part, wanted nothing more than to submit yourself to whatever he would do to you.  

“Yes,” you admitted sheepishly. 

“Turn around...” he narrowed his eyes mischievously. “I want to see your face this time.” 

You flipped around onto your back, under his watchful gaze. His eyes never left yours as he stroked your slit, teasing your engorged clit with his thumb, before his fingers slipped back inside you. 

You found yourself mewling in anticipation before he really even started doing anything.  

“So eager,” he smirked. “So wanton...” 

He curled his fingers again, moving his whole hand to mercilessly claw into a sweet spot you didn’t even know existed inside you.  

You tried to relax into and accept this sensation, now that you were familiar with it. A growing pressure kept building at the bottom of your stomach. It was too much. It was entirely too much. You couldn’t take more of it. You couldn’t- 

“Let go, I’ve got you...” His whisper sounded so tender in sharp contrast to the depraved way he was handling your body. 

You sobbed as what you hoped was cum gushed out of you, your legs quivering.  

“Good girl”, Astarion laughed with glee, bending down to place a kiss on your lips, continuing to stroke you lightly, “Your body reacts so perfectly to me... Do you want more?” 

“You... I want you...” you groaned, biting his lip. 

“If that’s what my good girl wants,” he purred, discarding what was left of his clothes.  

You groaned as his cock entered you, rocking your hips against his, trying to find that feeling again. 

“So wet and needy for me...” he goaded you. “I’ve completely ruined you for anyone else, haven’t I?” 

He held absolutely nothing back as he fucked you, lewd insistent sounds of skin slapping on skin combined with your shared grunts and moans disturbing what was likely otherwise a silent night. 

“Anyone awake knows exactly what I’m doing to you right now,” he rasped, voice thick.  

Your walls clenched at the thought, making him shudder and sigh as well. 

“You like that thought, don’t you..? I know you do,” he continued. “So shameless...” 

Despite yourself, you whimpered, clenching again as another orgasm started threatening to overtake you. 

“That’s it... Come for me again,” he groaned. “Come for me, my love.” 

‘My love’..? Just a figure of speech, you thought. You’d thrown that phrase around, jokingly, but it’s never sounded so... raw. You wanted to hear it again. You wanted to keep hearing it.  

“Your what?” you gasped.  

He didn’t answer. Instead he caught your lips in a deep, devouring kiss, pinning your arms over your head.  

Your body gave in and you trembled under him, caught up in waves of pleasure again.  

He released your arms and eased his movements once you rode out your high, but kept kissing you, hungrily, unwilling to release your lips from his.  

Clearly, no further words of love would follow, you thought to yourself with a tinge of both relief and disappointment, deciding to let it go. 

“You’re so good to me,” you managed, breaking your lips from his. 

“Aren’t I just?” he groaned, speeding up again to chase his own release.  

You kissed your way up his jaw to his ear, pausing to nibble on his earlobe.  

You couldn’t see it, but a ditsy, open-mouthed smile started to play on his face. 

Astarion gasped with a sharp intake of breath as you continued further, running your tongue over the inside of the shell of his ear. 

“Oh sweet hells,” he sighed with pleasure, immediately grinding into your harder. 

You smiled as he tilted his head, just about pressing his ear against your lips. 

“Do you like that?” you whispered in his ear, running your tongue over it again, lifting your hands to run your fingers through his hair. You knew he did. You just wanted to hear him say it.  

“Yes... Don’t stop...” His words sounded like a desperate plea. 

You continued to gently nibble on the edge of his ear, soft moans escaping you from his movements. 

“That’s it, take what’s yours” you groaned, as his hips crashed into yours harder. 

His breathing and movements were becoming more and more frantic.  

“Astarion...” you whispered, grazing the shell of his ear with your lips. 

He let out an uncharacteristic whimper, all his usual composure slipping from him, as he bucked his hips, fucking you with quick, shallow thrusts.  

“My sweet...” you breathed against his ear. 

He came completely undone, spilling into you with forceful, jagged thrusts, before finally stilling. His whole body seemed to melt into yours as he stayed on top of you, trying to regain his breath. 

You wrapped your legs around his hips, not wanting to let go of him yet, but he didn’t seem to be in a hurry to lift himself from you either. Instead he trailed light, tender kisses from your neck up to your lips.  

You delicately traced the contours of Astarion’s face with your fingertips, running them from his cheekbone down to his jaw, as he leaned into your caress, gazing into your eyes.  

Astarion parted his lips slightly, as though to say something, only to seal them again. He tilted his head to kiss your knuckles as your fingers gradually made their way back up, to run through his hair. Eventually he spoke. 

“You would really choose me over the more... blatantly obvious options you have at your disposal here?” he asked quietly.  

“Haven’t I made that abundantly clear already..?” 

“Well of course you have – no one else is this good,” he said with a tired smirk. 

“I’m not talking about the...” you blinked. “You know I’m not with you just for the sex, right..?” you frowned, looking into his eyes. 

He looked away, slipping out of you and moving to lie down next to you.  

“Is that so?” he said softly.  

You found yourself suddenly feeling rattled. Was he simply fishing for compliments again, or had you been utterly oblivious to just how deep his insecurities ran this whole time..? 

“You have a wealth of other qualities that I... enjoy and appreciate,” you said, somewhat lamely.  

Astarion propped his head up on his hand and raised an eyebrow at you quizzically. There was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes despite his outward nonchalance.  

Oh for fuck’s sake, you thought. I’m not ready for any serious conversations now, especially not with cum running down my thighs.  

You turned away to grab something to wipe yourself down with. 

“A gentleman would clean up his own mess, by the way. Not one of your strong points. But you do have some virtues that make up for it. For instance... I can leave cheese unattended around you, knowing you won’t eat it.” 

Astarion went to pinch the bridge of his nose, sighing.  

“You’re a treasure trove of useless information,” you continued. “But unlike some of our companions you usually keep it to yourself.” A hint of a smile played on his lips at that.  

“Your hand feels nice and cold on my forehead when I have a headache.” You laid back down next to him, mirroring the way he was lying. 

“You always smell nice, especially for a dead guy. You never hog the mirror.”   

“What about my hair, won’t you mention that?” he smiled. 

“No, fuck your hair, it makes mine look awful in comparison.”  

He chuckled at that. 

“I do rather adore the garnet puppy eyes though,” you murmured. “What else... You make me laugh, and, more importantly, I make you laugh – which is great for my ego,” you continued.  

“As long as you understand that I’m usually laughing at you,” he countered. 

“Prick... Then there’s the fact you’ve saved my life four times.”  

“Seven,” he said quietly, looking into your eyes.  

“Five.”  

“It’s seven, dear, I counted.” 

“Whatever. When it comes to battle, you’re silent but deadly,” you said. “Like a-” 

Astarion’s hand covered your mouth.  

“Do not finish that thought, darling.” 

You grinned from behind his palm.  

“I think we can be done with this conversation,” he said.  

“Wait, wait, one more...” you laughed. “You’re eccentric, unpredictable, often irrational. I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth.”  

You smiled as Astarion groaned dramatically, covering his face with one hand.  

“Knowing I’ll get to spend another day in your mad company gives me a reason to get up in the morning,” you added, softly. 

“Come here, you sweet fool,” he whispered, drawing you against him.  

You hugged him tightly. It took so long for him to start initiating these embraces that wouldn’t lead to sex... You relished each one.  

Tomorrow, Astarion thought to himself, unbeknown to you. I have to tell her tomorrow.  

~~~~~

Follow up bonus scene

This work is part of a series - here is the master list

Next in series - Confession

AO3

Tags: @littleenglishfangirl @something-pithy @darlingxdragon @tallymonster @tragedybunny @spunky-89

@spacebarbarianweird @kittenintheden - hey, I heard you like elf ears

[dutifullylazybread]

I'm thinking about how insulted Gale gets when you refer to Tara as a cat.

Now I'm headcanoning that he wasn't referring to Tara in that moment--I'm starting to wonder if he has a cat AND a tressym familiar.

Give 👏 Gale 👏 cats. 👏

Sunning cats.

Lounging cats.

Cats that yell at him to wake up and feed them.

A cat that lays on the book he is reading and knocks over his inkwells.

It would be hilarious if Gale had a cat who did EVERYTHING that Tara told it to do.

Is Gale not getting up to eat? "Mittens, please inform Mr. Dekarios that it is time for your supper."

Gale hasn't cleaned the tower lately? "Patches, your litter box smells rank. Alert Mr. Dekarios to its squalor. Be a dear and also remind him to clean up those books piled up on his desk--yes, you may help him."

Does Gale just need a mental reset from research? "MR. DEKARIOS--Dotty looks pitiful. Throw her mouse. And her ringing ball. Immediately. No, it cannot wait another half hour. She is LANGUISHING."

Gale would do well with chaos kittens, I think.

[thoughts-of-bear]

The birthday gift

A Halsin x reader fanfiction | Explicit, 18+ | 7k words A/N: Okay since the Halsin brainrot has had its hold on me for ages, I started this fic on my birthday in december, not expecting to ever finish it because I have literally never finished anything I've started writing before- until now. I got inspired to write this by this post (for the birthday part, the smut part is my own horny imagination) and well, this is the final product. Since it's my first time publishing any of my writing and writing smut at all, please be kind with me XD Summary: Your companions prepare a surprise birthday party for you, Halsin sees you in your new dress, you two dancing leads to him confessing his feelings for you and a very happy ending... CW: halsin x f!reader, virgin reader, halsin eating pussy, fingering, p in v sex, breeding, rough sex i guess, halsin being the man he is, all that stuff idk what to write here really

I hope you enjoy it, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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You and your companions had finally reached Baldur’s Gate. It’s still morning when you enter Rivington that day and the streets are busy with all kinds of people, many seemingly refugees from Elturel and farther away, here to find shelter in the city. As you continue down the road to the village in front of the city gates, you are stopped by a little red-headed girl.

“Erm. ‘Scuse me, I can’t find my mum.” She looks worn out and as if she has recently been crying.

“Where did you last see her?” you ask as you bend down to her, smiling to show you want to help.

“She went to go get some herbs - for her spots” she gestures towards her face. “She was sick. And she was supposed to come back the same day.” She pauses before adding, “That was last tenday though.”

“Let’s go find a guard. They’ll be able to help you”, you propose.

The girl shakes her head. “Guards blow like petards. They don’t help us.”

Your heart sinks at these words. It seems all these people were here because the city wouldn’t take them in. And the guards are no help either, apparently. You wonder what happened to your city, where once everyone was welcome.

Halsin sighs and shakes his head in disapproval. “This city is a poor place to be in need of help. Even the guards can’t be trusted to protect the most vulnerable.”

You silently agree and think of how you could help that girl. You decide to spare a few coins, so she can buy herself some food.

“I don’t know where your mum is, but here - take a few coins”, you offer her, not able to tell her that her mother is most likely dead. Halsin smiles at you warmly as you shoot him a quick glance, the sight making your heart skip a beat.

“Oh - erm. Thank you so much! I don’t have anything and you can’t do anything without any coin”, the little girl exclaims, bobbing on her toes and suddenly looking a little less tired. “I’ll pay you back. When I find my mum.” She turns around and bolts. “No need, it’s a gift!” you call after her but she has already vanished in the crowd.

You finally arrive at Wyrm’s Rock Crossing in the evening, after you had snuck past one of the new city guards - the so-called Steel Watch - and promised to investigate the murder of the local Ilmater priest. Another incident that seems to fuel the hate towards the refugees.

And that isn’t even all. The city is closed, even for you as a Baldurian, and to get in you’d need an Admission Pass - or wings. You sigh. You just want to get into the city, rent a room in the Elfsong and think about what to do next, now that the Absolute’s army must soon be upon the city.

It’s all too much and too little time. And you can’t just turn away from the people you met in Rivington either, they need help just as much as you need to find out how to beat the Absolute’s Chosen and get rid of the tadpoles.

When you make your way around camp that evening, checking up on your companions, Halsin notices your exhaustion, the way you slump your shoulders and how your usually impeccable stance falters. He wants to relieve you of at least a bit of the tension, so when you walk over to him, he offers you a massage. The things he wants to say to you can wait until tomorrow.

“Thank you, Halsin”, you accept, his hands turning you around and gently pushing you down to sit on your knees before him. You sigh as his broad hands knead the tension from your back and by the time he is finished, you feel like a sleepy, boneless lump of flesh, muscles completely relaxed. You thank Halsin again before you retire to your bedroll, the hopeful thought that the offer might’ve been more than Halsin’s usual kindness crossing your mind before you drift off to sleep.

The next evening, you were finally inside the city walls. You consider the new information of the day. How you got your hands on an invitation to the celebration at Wyrm’s rock fortress, your disbelief to see that it was Lord Gortash’s coronation as Arch Duke, how he made the tadpoled Duke Ravengard give up his power and how Bane’s Chosen then proposed an alliance against Orin, the shapeshifter that had already approached you in Rivington. You had agreed to kill her, but you definitely wouldn’t leave Gortash his Netherstone. But that is a problem for another day. You had managed to get a room in the Elfsong Tavern and as usual you make your way through it to hear what your companions think of all that had happened today. Most approve of your decision. Halsin is the last person you speak to and as always, he has just the right words to ease your worries. For now, at least.

“Wait-”, he grabs your arm before you can leave. “I didn’t thank you yet.” His large hand is warm and makes your skin tingle where it touches you.

“Thank me? For what?” He chuckles at your puzzled look. “For all that you did in Rivington yesterday. You have so many worries and yet you still go out of your way to help those in need. The way you made that little girl smile, or how you didn’t hesitate to investigate what happened to that Ilmater priest.” A blush creeps up your cheeks as he continues. “I’m afraid Nature’s balance can never be restored in a city like this, but seeing what you do every day without expecting anything in return gives me hope. And for that I thank you.” You smile up at him, lost for words with your heart beating fast.

“I appreciate you saying this. I wish I could to more, to help everyone, but if I can at least do a little good, it’s worth the exhaustion at the end of the day”, you eventually admit with a smile. Halsin grins. “You’re too modest. I wager you don’t even know how extraordinary you truly are.” Your cheeks blush an even deeper red at those words and only when you retire to bed for the evening does your heart resume its normal pace again. But the warm feeling Halsin’s presence gave you remained for the night.

After you had the first proper breakfast since your crash with the Nautiloid, you feel ready to explore the city and find out how to best deal with all your problems. You hadn’t particularly missed the bustle and noise of your old home, but you can’t help feeling safer now that you were in familiar surroundings again.

Gale proposed to go to Sorcerous Sundries, both to find out more about the Elderbrain’s crown and to see what the wizard there wants with your companion Nightsong. Since you don’t have an idea where to find Orin yet, you figure that this is as good as any other thing you could be doing. 

The way from Elfsong to the magic shop isn’t far and you still have some time before it opens, so you decide to stop by the Baldur’s Mouth Gazette to update yourself on any news you had missed in your absence and struggle with the Absolute.

Scanning the title page, you notice the date in the corner and your brows shoot up in surprise. Noticing this, Gale asks if you found anything important in the newspaper.

“No, it’s just that I realised today is my birthday and I've completely forgotten about it. That means we have been on the road for more than two months already”, you wonder aloud before you add, “It doesn’t feel that long.”

“Well, then we have to celebrate of course!” Gale exclaims happily. You smile at his enthusiasm but shake your head. “We have bigger problems for now. Let’s see what this Lorroakan wants with Dame Aylin and then get on with our business. Besides,” you shrug, “we didn’t celebrate birthdays in my monastery anyways so I won’t miss anything.”

“If you say so,” Gale replies and you turn your attention back towards the page you were studying before.

You had already forgotten about the conversation as you come into your chamber in the Elfsong, grateful for the few minutes alone during the bath you had taken and the respite for your tired body.

But the moment you enter the room, Karlach and Shadowheart drag you to a set dinner table, laden with the most delicious food you could imagine. There aren’t your ordinary fish heads and the mouldy bread you usually have to call supper, instead delicious smelling pork roasts, pies, glazed carrots and potatoes, deep red apples and more pile atop the table, all lovingly placed around a huge flower bouquet in the middle of it.

You are so overwhelmed by the amount of work your friends must’ve put into this, that you can only stutter a ‘thank you’ before Karlach announces, “Happy birthday soldier! Halsin, Gale and Shadowheart here told us that today is your birthday and you never had a proper party before, so we decided to prepare you a little something!” With a grin she gestures from the table to one of the unoccupied beds, where a few packages are placed.

“You brought me presents too? You really didn’t have to!” you exclaim in surprise. You are so touched that your friends -among all the trouble- still found time to prepare the presents and this party for you that you feel tears well up in your eyes.

“Darling, no need to cry,” Astarion laughs as he pushes you onto your designated chair. “This is a party and not a funeral! Go ahead and enjoy yourself, it’s your special day after all!”

With a sniff and a small chuckle at Astarion’s words you sit down properly. He is right, of course, and you all clearly enjoy having a small break from the worries you faced at the moment.

Smiling hesitantly, you grab some meat and vegetables and start to eat - it really is delicious. You revel in the laughter and conversations with your friends, your weariness from todays fight forgotten for the moment.

When all of you can’t possibly eat any more, Karlach drags you over to the bed with the presents. You can tell she is excited to see if you like the few things your companions managed to get you in the time they had for preparing, so you start unpacking.

The first present contains a book on the monastery you were raised in, with a handwritten note from Gale:

“I’m sure you already know most information this book has to offer, but I thought it might still bring you comfort and remind you of home.” You thank him with a tight hug and carefully place the book into your bag.

The next package is a bottle of the finest liquor of the Elfsong Tavern, plus a sparkler for every one of your companions which Karlach sets of immediately.

Laughing at her shenanigans, you reach for the last and biggest present. It is wrapped in red paper and decorated with a little white bow. You wonder where your companions had managed to find all those things while you carefully pull the paper open. Soon a dress falls out of the packaging and you gaze at it in awe. Your fingers trace the deep forest green fabric, intricate silver and gold patterns weaved into it.

“This is beautiful, thank you, truly!” you say earnestly. You still can’t quite believe that all this should be for you. “I thought you would like it”, smiles Shadowheart. “And I’m certain it will suit you beautifully. Go now - try it on!” she urges you.

You walk to the bathroom which still smells of the quince-scented soap you had used for your bath a few hours before. While changing, you bask in that warm feeling in your chest these moments among your friends always grant you. Whatever problems you had encountered, in your opinion they have all been worth it just for the people you found and let into your heart along the way. As cheesy as that sounds.

You regard yourself in the mirror. The dress is cut low and close-fitting, capturing your cleavage in a very flattering way. Maybe too flattering, if you think about it too much. This isn’t something you’d usually wear, but you have to admit that you like the way the dress looks on you. A bit insecure you go back into your room, where you are greeted with approving cheers and whistles from your friends.

“You look absolutely stunning”, Shadowheart admires. “I knew it would look good on you! Turn around please”, she commands. You do what you are told, with red cheeks at the compliment.

When you face Shadowheart again, you notice Halsin gazing at you with pure admiration - and something else you can’t quite place. You think you notice a golden shimmer in his eyes, but that could be a trick of the light considering all the candles in the room.

“I must admit, your neck looks very tempting in that dress but I know someone who is a lot hungrier for you than me right now”, Astarion remarks with a wicked grin and a sideward glance. You frown at him, though you can’t help your heart skipping a beat at these words. Could he possibly mean Halsin?

“Now, what would a party be without some music and dance?” Wyll interrupts your thoughts and as if these words have summoned her, the bard the party had met in the druid grove appears in the doorway.

“Alfira!” you exclaim happily and immediately rush over to hug her. “I’m so glad you got to Baldur’s Gate alright!”

Alfira grins at you. “Yes, thanks to you and your friends here. When they reached out to me today and told me it was your birthday, I just had to come! Wyll organised everything.” You nod to him in thanks. “Now, I don’t have anything to give you but just tell me what you want to hear and I will play it for you!”

“Thanks, Alfira, that’s more than enough for me”, you beam and lead her into the room towards your group. “Wyll, now is your chance to show me your dancing!” You say as you take his hand and pull him into the middle of the room, then you grab Karlach and Gale and start to move to the tune Alfira started to play. Karlach swirls you around and Wyll shows you the dance moves from court, which -to be honest- remind you a bit of the mating dances you had seen with a few bird species.

Out of breath from all the dancing and laughing, you request a slower tune from the tiefling bard. You manage to persuade Shadowheart to put away her wine for a moment and start to waltz around the room with her. She is quite the good dancer and you wonder where she had learned it, with her being raised in a Sharran temple and everything.

At the next tune, you approach Halsin. With your head light from the wine, you have finally gathered the courage to ask him for what you have secretly thought about the whole time.

Still, you can feel your heart beating in your throat. “Erm…Halsin, w-would you honour me with a dance?” you eventually manage to mumble out shyly.

“Of course, little flower. Whatever your heart desires.” That particular heart skips a beat at his intimate tone. “Although you might wish you hadn’t asked me that once you’ve seen my dancing”, he adds with a chuckle as he takes your hand.

He leads you into the room and starts to swirl you around to the melody of Alfira’s lute. He definitely isn’t as graceful as Shadowheart but certainly not as bad as he has made it sound. But even if he’d had the dancing skills of a bugbear, you wouldn’t have noticed. His large and warm hand around your waist and the smile with which he regards you sends your pulse through the ceiling. His smell of pine and honey and fresh air intoxicates you and it is hard to keep your feet from getting tangled in your dress.

When he leans down to you, you have to remind yourself to keep breathing. “Before you go and mingle again, I still have a present for you. I wasn’t sure if you would even like it”, he admits, “but I have decided to give it to you anyways.” When the tune ends, he leads you to the space in your room where his bed stands and bends down to search his pack.

You think about how long it took you to realise how attracted you are to the druid as you admire his strong back before you. Of course, you have noticed his kindness and compassion and you have always marvelled at the way he drew strength from nature. But only since you had some kind of break these last days have you begun to understand the depth of your affection for the man before you. It runs deeper than mere friendship and the echo of his hands on your back have awoken a hunger inside you that only grows stronger the more you look at Halsin. How desperately you hope that he feels the same way about you…

When he stands up to turn around, you quickly brush away the thought that has sent the heat into your cheeks again.

“You’re the only one who knows of my secret passion”, he begins jokingly, “so I thought you might accept this as my present for your special day.” He hands you a small whittled duck he has apparently made in the hours you were away from camp. You can’t help but tear up at the thought of how much effort he has put into all the details he has carved. There are even small webbed feet on the underside of the little duck.

“Thank you Halsin, this is an amazing gift!” You smile down at the little duck. “You are amazing”, you add quietly.

“With all that you have done for me, I should be the one thanking you night and day.” As you look into his eyes again you see that his gaze is now very solemn. “There was another reason for wanting to speak to you privately. I have lived a very long time. I have taken many lovers. My heart does not stir lightly. But it does now.” Your heart flutters in recognition of his words, the confession sending sparks across your skin.

“I want more than to fight at your side, or to sit around the campfire with you. I want to lay with you under the stars and feel your skin against mine.” Halsin’s gaze on you is intense, filling your chest with a burning heat that slowly spreads lower into your belly, as if the wine you have been drinking suddenly caught on fire inside of you.

Halsin continues, “I think you feel the same way - but tell me I’m wrong and the matter can rest. I do not wish to sour our friendship, but I have to know if it can be something more.”

You stare at him for a moment before you realise that he waits for your answer.

“Y-you’re not wrong, far from it”, you whisper. “I would like that very much.” You smile up at him and he takes your hand in his.

“May I kiss you?” he breathes out, relieved. You nod and he bends down to gently press his lips on yours.

His hand slides up your arm and to your back while he places his other behind your head, gently pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.

You feel his tongue prodding at your lips, demanding entrance and you happily oblige. The feeling of his soft lips on yours sends you spiralling and you can’t stifle the small moan that escapes you. Halsin sends out a silent prayer to Silvanus - if that is all it takes to make you moan, what sounds do you make when he finally gets to taste you? Groaning, his hand on your back slowly wanders lower, a silent question of permission in his eyes. You press your body against his as an answer, feeling the heat radiating off his chest … and lower.

Halsins hand grips your ass firmly, making you gasp, the other joining in and hoisting you up on his hips, turning you both around and pressing your back to the wall. You cannot stop the surprised squeak that escapes your lips at the sudden movement and Halsin presses his mouth on yours to stifle it.

The feeling of the growing bulge in his pants between your legs and the low moan Halsin utters before kissing you even more vigorously sends a shiver down your spine, pressure starting to build between your thighs.

In a desperate attempt to pull him closer, your hands grip Halsin’s hair, arms, everything you can reach. But before you can lose yourself in him, Halsin releases your lips, panting, and rests his forehead against yours.

“I would very much like to continue”, he whispers, his breathing ragged and voice hoarse with desire, “but the others will expect us back and I think you would probably like a bit more privacy.” He sighs and softly kisses your hair. “I will come to your bed when the party has ended, little flower. But don’t expect much sleep”, he adds with a wicked grin. You can only nod as he gently props you back on your feet.

With your head spinning, you get back to the others, averting your eyes from the knowing smirks of Astarion and Shadowheart noticing your ruffled hair and flushed cheeks. You ignore them, trying to engage in some more conversation and one or two dances while the thought of what awaits you won’t leave your head.

When the last of the party finally bids you goodnight, you hurry to bed, awaiting Halsin. You can’t get away from the echoes of his hands on your body, heart already racing again and warmth blooming in your belly. Even if he hadn’t promised you he’d come tonight, you would’ve been unable to sleep.

A soft rustle next to your ear startles you from your thoughts and as you turn your head, you could make out Halsin’s large figure in the dark, crouching beside your bed.

He cuts you off from what you wanted to say by placing a finger on your mouth, his other hand sliding under your back and pulling you into an upright position. With your heart beating into your throat, you take the hand Halsin offers as he gently beckons you to follow him into the corridor outside of the room the party shares, then further into a small but cosy bedroom on the next floor.

The door closes with a click and before you can say anything, Halsin sweeps you up into his arms, pressing you flat against the door and capturing your lips in a kiss that feels like it burns you from the inside.

Halsin’s fresh, earthy scent floods your senses as your tongues intertwine and your hands find their way into his hair, tugging at his braids. You whine when Halsin lets go of your lips, only to gasp as he starts nibbling and placing searing kisses on your jaw while his hands squeeze your ass firmly, bringing your bodies as close together as possible.

You moan at the growing ache between your thighs but plant your small fists against his shoulders anyway, gently pushing him away a bit. Halsin’s eyes, pupils wide and dark with desire, find yours.

“What is it my heart?” he asks, voice hoarse. “Do you want me to stop?” You see no disappointment in his gaze, only worry and your heart swells at how selfless your lover is. You avert your eyes, suddenly embarrassed to tell what troubles you.

“I- I j-just wanted t-to say that … um … well, I- I have never been with someone before”, you mumble eventually, averting your gaze as you blush furiously.

“Silvanus, preserve me”, Halsin groans out before almost dropping you and stumbling backwards, trying to steady himself on the small desk opposite the bed. With wide eyes you regard what is happening before you. Halsin drops to his knees, a deep animalistic growl coming from his lips as his eyes fill with golden light and he transforms into his huge bear form.

You gasp and nearly trip over your feet in an attempt to make room for the bear before you, but the animal fills almost the entire chamber. After finally regaining his composure, Halsin manages to change back into his elf form, with a snarl and a ragged breath coming from his lips.

“Forgive me. I- lost the run of myself.” He shakes his head in disgust at his outbreak, terrified that he has ruined this precious moment with you before it could properly begin, and slowly gets back to his feet. “Sometimes, when blood runs hot enough, it’s difficult to tame the beast. And the thought of you trusting me enough to share your first time with me … well, you saw what happened”, he smiles tentatively, slowly approaching you again with hesitation in his eyes.

“Don’t apologise”, you assure him with a shy smile. “I like it.” If possible, you blush even harder now. “Maybe for another time…?” you add, fidgeting nervously with the front of your dress.

A relieved grin spreads over Halsin’s face. “You like it..?”, he chuckles. “You are full of surprises, little flower.” As he steps forward, he bends down to gently plant a kiss on your cheek, only to proceed to bite at your earlobe which elicits a delicious moan from you.

“I’m glad you think so, but now you’ve made it even harder for me not to outright devour you”, his low voice whispers in your ear. “Nevertheless, I will be gentle. Or at least I’ll try to be.” You swallow hard, arousal sending shivers down your spine.

Halsin’s arms wrap around your waist again as he kisses your jaw, your forehead and nose, until eventually his lips find yours again, his tongue ravaging you like a man starving. His hands, this time directly shoving under your dress, firmly grip your thighs. He ruts against you, growling, his now rock-hard cock pressing against the confinements of his clothing.

His fingers trail higher up, kneading your ass, then stroking the soft skin of your back before slowly wandering even higher. His touch sends jolts through your body and you can feel the heat between your legs, already nearly too much to bear.

His eyes hold an unspoken question and when you nod, Halsin lifts your dress off and brings his mouth down on one of your breasts, the hand that’s not on your back now gently kneading the other, massaging the hardened nipple between his fingers. You mewl at the sensation, impossibly more pressure building between your thighs. Halsin gently bites down at your breast, only to run his tongue over it afterwards to soothe the mark he made. You moan and arch your back, desperately trying to press closer against Halsin’s still overly clothed erection, wanting to feel everything of him.

He growls and his mouth begins to place kisses down your front, between your breasts, on the soft flesh of your belly until he is on his knees before you, his warm breath fanning over you and flooding you with heat.

“More?” he asks, his pupils blown wide with lust, as his thumbs brush the soft skin between your legs. “Please”, you whine, knees almost too weak to stand and your underwear already embarrassingly soaked.

Halsin wastes no time, pressing kisses on the insides of your thighs, his one hand holding you in place and his other slowly -too slowly- sliding your panties down your legs. The sight of you bare and dripping with need before him almost makes him lose control again, makes him want to take you, devour you, fuck you, mark you and then fill you to the brim with his cum but with a groan he wills himself to calm down and be gentle with you. He won’t hurt you. He won’t.

He exhales deeply, lifting one of your legs up and slowly swiping his tongue through your wet folds, which earns him a choked gasp. His nose nudges your clit as his tongue starts stroking, slowly at first, then faster and with more pressure. You can’t help the way each expert swipe of his tongue makes your hips buck into his mouth as countless moans and sighs fall out of your mouth. Halsin growls in response, the vibrations around your sensitive bud making your legs shake. You can barely keep up and the coil in your belly is tightening ever faster with Halsin’s mouth sucking your clit and his tongue inside you.

“You are sweeter than honey, my heart”, he groans as his tongue presses flat against you. “Let me taste you as you come undone on my tongue.” With your mind clouded with lust, all you can do is moan out Halsin’s name and press yourself further against your lover’s mouth.

He understands anyway, now slowly dragging a thick finger through your dripping folds until he stops, teasingly pressing against your entrance. You whine, begging him to fill you, to do anything to release the overwhelming pressure between your thighs. When he finally thrusts into you, you can’t stifle the cry of pleasure that escapes your mouth. With Halsin’s finger now working your cunt open, his mouth continues its ministrations, licking and sucking your clit, soaking your legs with your slick.

With a wicked grin, Halsin inserts a second finger into your quivering hole, pushing inside over and over again, holding you firmly in place as you try to writhe away from the intense pleasure. His fingers coil upwards in response, hitting a spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“Please Halsin…”, you beg, toes curling and legs shaking, “I’m close- I- Oh!“

Moaning into your cunt, Halsin picks up his pace, his fingers pumping in and out of you as his tongue swipes over your clit again and again, bringing you closer to your end.

One more thrust with his fingers and a soft nip of his teeth against the sensitive bud between your legs is all it needs to send you spiralling over the edge. “Ha- Halsin!” you cry out, hips jerking violently and fingers digging into his shoulders as your orgasm hits you with the force of a lightning bolt. He moans at the sensations of your walls contracting around his fingers, the urge to take you and feel you squeeze his cock with your needy cunt almost overwhelming him.

You whine when he pulls his fingers out and stands up, bringing you in for a passionate kiss as you still struggle to regain your breath. Tasting yourself on Halsin’s tongue pulls a small moan from you and an embarrassed heat creeps up your back at the thought of how aroused you already are again.

With a smile, Halsin pulls away. “You are amazing, little flower”, he whispers breathlessly as he picks you up and gently places you on the bed, admiring your flushed body.

If Halsin’s tongue hadn’t just turned your mind to goo, you might have been able to return that compliment, but alas-

“May I go further?” Halsin asks and when you nod he swiftly discards of his clothes, you licking your lips at the sight of the elf naked before you. Your eyes take in his form, from his muscled arms down to the soft curve of his belly and- oh gods. Your eyes widen. You didn’t think he would be that big and the thought of him filling you makes you gulp down a mixture of fear and arousal.

Attentive as always, Halsin notices your insecurity and bends down to press gentle kisses against your ear. “We don’t have to do this, my heart…”, he whispers while he rubs soothing circles into your hips. He looks at you, his expression earnest. You bite your lip, thinking for a moment before answering. “N-no, I want this”, you assure him, your voice still weak but pleading now. The way you look so sweet with your little fangs on your lips makes Halsin feral and he kisses you again, desperate and more passionate this time. He groans into the kiss as he gently spreads your legs for him, lining up his tip with your dripping slit and sliding through your soft folds before stopping just at your entrance. The sensation of his hard length so close to entering you is enough to make your head fall back, eyes squeezed shut. “If it’s getting too much, tell me and I will stop immediately”, he whispers soothingly. “Now relax for me, little flower.”

All thoughts leave your head as Halsin slides in, agonizingly slow. The stretch would be painful if your lover hadn’t prepared you so thoroughly beforehand, but now you only feel pure bliss. Raising your head, you can see that he isn’t even halfway in but gods, you feel so full already that you can’t stifle the choked gasp that escapes your throat.

“You’re doing so well, my heart. Just a little bit more- mngh-!“ Halsin’s growl sends jolts through your spine as he finally bottoms out. You can see just how much effort it takes him to hold back by the way his jaw tenses and his chest is heaving.

“By Silvanus, you’re so tight-!“ A shiver crawls down his back, carrying a wave of soft golden light with it, as Halsin’s eyes light up with his magic for a moment. The thought of how you are able to bring your lover to the precipice of losing control is extremely flattering and you feel yourself clenching around Halsin’s cock, making him grunt in response. Finally somewhat accustoming to his size, you arch your back into the mattress below you. The new angle makes you moan in pleasure as you grip the sheets for support.

“Are you still feeling good, little flower?”, Halsin asks as he slides a hand from your hip under your back to support you. You can only form one thought. “More- please Halsin!” you whine desperately. You don’t have to ask twice, with a low growl he slides out - just to knock the breath out of you with his first, hard thrust. He sets a steady pace, one that leaves you moaning and gasping out his name. Halsin takes your small hands into his, pressing them into the bed beside you to pin you down, pushing into you deep and slow while he places bites and kisses on your throat and chest that will surely leave marks come morning.

Gods, Halsin thought. The sight of your small body sprawled beneath him, split apart by his thick cock while he fucks into you relentlessly is driving him insane. He is growling with every thrust now and each one of them makes you cry out in pleasure. It doesn’t take long until he has you on the precipice of release again, your cunt fluttering around Halsin’s length.

“H- halsin- please! I’m so close!” you can only beg, not sure if you can take much more, your body feeling like it might explode. “Come for me, my heart”, Halsin demands in a gravelly voice before pressing a thumb to your clit, rubbing and massaging until his name leaves your lips in a hoarse cry as your orgasm hits you with full force. Your hips jerk upwards, walls clenching around Halsin as you notice the tears from the overwhelming pleasure streaming down your face. He continues to pound into you, prolonging your release and muttering praises for you under his breath.

Through the fog in your mind you wonder how Halsin still has the energy to keep going, his pace unwavering while you are completely spent, gladly accepting whatever your lover has to give you as long as you’re not required to move.

So, you do not see it coming when Halsin suddenly pulls out of you, the unexpected emptiness making you whine in displeasure, only for him to flip you over and press your chest into the soft bedding while he gently raises your hips.

“I know it’s a lot right now but I need you to cum for me one more time, my heart”, Halsin huffs with a strained voice, pushing inside you once more and grabbing a fistful of your hair to keep you in place. The new position lets him slide even deeper than before and you can’t help the strangled cry that leaves you when Halsin starts pounding into you again, hitting a spot that makes your eyes roll back with blinding pleasure.

“’s too much- please-!” you sob, your poor overstimulated clit still trying to recover from the last orgasm. But Halsin doesn’t relent and you can feel sharp pricks on your hips where his hand grips you, fingers partially wild-shaped into claws and his head thrown back in ecstasy. Seeing just how feral you drive him makes your hole clench around his shaft, the squeeze causing his hips to stutter as a grunt leaves his lips. “Silvanus preserve me”, Halsin pants as he fucks into you even faster, “if you keep squeezing me like that I will not be able to stop myself from claiming you completely, from making you mine and filling you up with my seed.”

You whimper at the image of Halsin pumping his cum into you, fucking it deep into your womb until he is sure that it has taken hold. You cannot pretend you haven’t thought about it before, the idea usually sending an embarrassed heat into your cheeks, but now - gods, now you needed it.

Completely breathless you moan, “Halsin I- ah-! please-! Fill me with your cubs!” These words were the last needed for Halsin to lose himself completely in you, driving himself into you with punishing strokes that cause you to arch yourself into him while moans and whispered curses fall from both your lips. The coil in your stomach is so tight again and when Halsin takes the hand from your hip to softly press on your lower belly you see stars. Your walls clench around Halsin’s cock and you feel him twitch inside you, a sign that he too is close to release. All it takes to send you over the edge is his finger pressed against your clit, your body shaking violently beneath him, toes curling, while waves of ecstasy course through you and you cry out his name.

With a last snap of his hips and a low moan, Halsin comes as well, twitching cock releasing hot spurts of cum inside your still fluttering walls. He continues to pump into you until the aftershocks of your shared orgasm have subsided, before he slowly pulls out. You collapse onto the mattress, exhaustion settling over your overstimulated body.

Halsin gets onto the bed with you, gently gathering you up in his arms and placing your head against his broad chest. “You’ve done so well for me, little flower”, he whispers into your ear, placing soft kisses on your face before he looks your body up and down. One of his hands comes up to stroke a strand of hair away from your damp forehead and to gently lift your chin in order to look you in the eyes. You note worry in his gaze, his brows furrowed in remorse when he plants a feather light kiss on your lips.

“I’ve hurt you”, he states. “I’m so sorry, my heart. I shouldn’t have lost control like that.”

You smile up at him and cuddle deeper into his arms before you shake your head. “Don’t apologise. I loved every second of it. There is no birthday present in this world that can ever match this”, you confess with a shy grin. “Although I have to admit I’m a little sore. You sure did your best to make sure I’m unable to walk tomorrow.”

Halsin chuckles. “I can help with that”, he answers with a sly smile, his free hand sliding down your body to stroke through your soft folds, muttering an incantation under his breath. As the familiar glow of the healing spell engulfs his fingers, you feel a rush of warmth where he touches you. A moan escapes your lips before you could stop it, eliciting a mischievous smirk from your lover as you hide your face against his chest in embarrassment.

“I’d be happy to go again, my love, but I think you need some rest first. Besides, we still have an Elderbrain to kill, so we’ll need our strength tomorrow.” You nod at that, the tiredness in your bones leaving you unable to object, even if you had wanted to. But you know he is right, so when Halsin wraps a blanket around you to carry you to the bathroom, you just relax into his chest, the sound of his steady breathing soothing you.

When the bathtub is filled with warm water, you are already half asleep, barely registering that Halsin is gently cleaning you up, rinsing the sweat from your hair and body and rubbing salve over the bite marks and the bruises on your hips once you are dry again.

You can hear the soft snores and deep breathing from your companions when Halsin brings you back into the room you share, all of them already fast asleep. Absentmindedly you wonder how long you and Halsin have been away, but the thought is gone as soon as Halsin places you on your bed.

“Goodnight, my little flower. Sleep well.” He gives you a kiss and turns to leave. You manage to grab his hand before he does, stopping him in his tracks.

“Stay with me tonight?” you mumble sleepily. Halsin smiles, warmth and adoration filling his chest as he carefully climbs next to you, the bedframe creaking slightly with his additional weight, and wraps his arms around your smaller figure. The thought of how your companions might react in the morning seeing you two in one bed briefly crosses your mind, but Halsin’s steady breathing and the soft pulse of his heart against your back soon drown out anything else as you drift to sleep in his warm embrace.

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Part 2 is here now!