#karniss smut

[ma1dmer]

Baldur's Gate - Kar'niss NSFW

pathetic men are my bread and butter,

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): anything you say goes, he'll kneel at your feet and ask you what can he do to help you, what do you want from him, he just lives to serve, he needs your guidance, you'll also find that more often than not, he is the one that needs the aftercare

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): genuinely everything about you, this man is so infatuated its a problem, if you let him he'd spend hours simply exploring your body, how perfectly you are made, what a gift you are to him, his worship of you desperate and aching

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): he is definitely the kind to want to clean you up after he cums inside of you, he'll pull out and immediately lift your hips up to his face, his tongue delving deep within you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he wants to breed you whether thats possible or not doesn't matter, he always holds onto you for a tad too long after he cums, grinding his hips against yours, holding your hips up at an angle, stroking your stomach before he moves to clean you up

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): i doubt that any experience he has had in his life really matters to how he is now, firstly being remade by Lolth herself and then being taken in by "the absolute", his old self is lost, but at least he can learn now, guide him gently or not and he is your willing student

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): on your back, your hips lifted high in the air supported by him, either for him to eat you out or to bury his cock in you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): definitely more serious, if you laughed, he'd think you are laughing at him, his paranoia taking over

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): he is pretty smooth and hairless, considering both the drow and the drider parts of him

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): he is not exactly romantic, but he is very very passionate

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): he wants to watch you, he wants to see everything, he'll stand back eyes trained on you with such intensity, watching your every move, shivering when you look back up to him, when you are done he'll snatch your wrist up and clean your fingers with his tongue, thanking you for allowing him to watch you

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): body worship, praise, sub-dom dynamics, tying and being tied up

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): away from prying eyes, but he is not picky, whenever you want him he's more than happy to provide for you

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): praise, kindness, being nice to him, call it whatever you want, he is like a starving dog, offer him some kindness and he'll follow your every wish like the kicked puppy that he is

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): degradation, he might be okay with you rough housing him a bit, you are his saviour, you are his everything, but talking down to him makes him snap

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): he has a big oral fixation, he is sloppy, but whatever he lacks in technique he makes up for with enthusiasm, if you let him he'll spend hours between your thighs, barely coming up for air, whimpering at your taste

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): if you let him set his place he is fast and rough, mindlessly rutting into you with desperation, almost punishing you for his own need

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): he loves them, but he is never good with being quick, you have to be the one to pull away if you want to get back to your business

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): no, firmly no, he is surprisingly vanilla about things, even if in the moment it doesn't appear for that to be the case

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): as a drider, his stamina is unnatural, and sometimes he forgets you are merely a mortal, so caught up in the pleasure and the feel of you he does not notice when you go limp with exhaustion, when he does notice he yanks himself away, apologising profusely

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): he is not fond of them, he gets weirdly jealous, insecure about not being enough for you, angry and spiteful about it too

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he can not tease you, it's just not something he is capable of, he stands at your beck and call, if you say stop he stops, afraid he's displeased you in some way

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): he is loud, he talks and groans, he whimpers and pleads for you, he cannot keep himself quiet, you'll have to keep his mouth busy if you want him quiet, kiss him, shove your fingers down his throat, anything you'll give him, he'll take

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): he'd probably enjoy switching up your dynamic every now and then, he'd never suggest it himself you'd still have to take the reigns on that, it'd take a second, for him to be comfortable to take charge, but once he does, he'd get so into it, roughly pulling you this way and that, ordering you, calling you pet, using you like nothing more than a doll

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): i know , i know the lore, i have a Lolth tattoo ofc i know the lore, however.......

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): its not so much that he needs sex, its the only way he can get as close to crawling under your skin as he can, being inside you, watching you fall apart cause of him, thats what he needs, thats what he breathes for

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): as a drider he doesn't need to sleep a lot, usually he'll wait for you to fall asleep and then its just him spending his night watching over you, whispering about how blessed he is, making sure nothing harms you

[secret-smut-sideblog]

North Star

Kar'niss x F! Tav

18+ fear, coaxing, tenderness, relationships forming, heavy petting, grinding, chest worship, spider hand job (like. hear me out)

Finding a drider in the darkness, Tav offers for him to join her party. The safety and clarity he receives in her presence and her surprising admiration spurn his many legs to move much nearer...

Masterlist

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Tav stared at the drider in awe, leaning out from the cover of a gnarled tree.

She knew she shouldn't be out alone, but she always preferred solo missions. Less chance of her companions getting hurt and she could move within the dark as was her nature. The cover of night her veil, the shadows her accomplice.

But in that treasured darkness came a price in the Shadowlands, and she had to be strategic with the light. Only striking her flint in pulses, the curse drawing back in wavers. Hungry.

The object of her searching was ahead, the Moonlatern. She was warned that it was carried by a 'monstrosity', a creature most vile.

And the body in front of her was frightening, no question, but within that was deeply beautiful. The sloping angles and long spindled legs entranced her. Cresting up into a chiseled torso leading into a scarred and defined face. Framed by silver hair that pooled around its shoulders. Its? His?

Her admiring had lingered on a little long and the curse was pressing down on her back again. The light drawing her nearer, both the need for its grace and her curiosity propelling her forward.

The drider's eyes were scanning the surroundings, standing at attention on the outskirts of a shanty camp. Goblins sleeping far further in, snoring bodies encircling a slow dwindling campfire.

Tav moved slowly, debating how to approach. This could go south very quickly. She had never encountered a being like this before, though her meager time in the Underdark told her the name, beyond that she was left with her knowledge of spiders to fill in the gaps.

She eyed the silvery trip wires of spiderweb set up in the grass. Smart, he would be alerted to any movement close enough to raise alarm.

She considered tripping them to signal her presence, but didn't want to activate any prey drive.

Closing her eyes, she opened her mind. Reaching out through the tadpoles searching fingers, gently weaving along the outskirts of his awareness.

The drider's head whipped, revealing seven dark eyes that narrowed on her. Drawing forward on gliding legs. Stealing her breath away with the mesmerizing beauty of their movement.

The light immediately aided her breath to return. Taking grateful pulls of air.

"Thank you, the air is suffocating here." She rubbed her chest in small circles.

The drider paused, watching her movements in confusion.

"Are you a True Soul, wanderer?"

"In a sense." She laughed, looking up at the pale face. "Are you?"

The drider gripped at the staff the lantern hung from.

"Ah, I'm sorry. That was a leading question. What's your name?" She asked, tilting her head curiously up at him.

He seemed more taken aback by this question. Eyes drifting uncertainly. Pedipalps rubbing together.

"Kar'niss." He finally rumbled. "We are The Light of the Absolute." He added with more fervor.

"I'm Tav, though I don't have a nice title like that. Just Tav." She shrugged, smiling up at him.

His eyebrows knitted together in further uncertainty, stepping forward.

Leaning his torso down, he peered at her. Forelegs kneeling to get down into her eyeline.

Breath taken, she stared in awe.

They took each other in for a moment, many eyes drifting along features.

"What do you want from me, Mistress called Tav?" His tone guarded, watching her.

It took a moment to parse his wording, then realization struck her with a little "Oh!"

"I should've remembered you're drow too." She smiled, moving her hands in slow, sure movements. His eyes tracking their journey as she laid down her weapons at her sides. Rising back up with palms up and open at her hips.

Aware that disarming herself was an incredibly risky move. But dealing with enough fear as a female drow, and now warranted fear from a male drow, she saught to assure him.

"I'm no Mistress, I hold no house or title. Truthfully, the Underdark is a hazy memory from my childhood."

She shivered. "An unpleasant one, at that."

He seemed to get more and more perturbed by her behavior, eyes scanning her in short bursts.

"Am I scaring you?" She hushed, holding her hands relaxed at her sides.

He seemed conflicted to answer, drawing back up. Legs shuffling slightly.

Her eyes were drawn to them, head tilting again.

"Forgive me for staring, but your body is mesmerizing." Her eyes met his again.

"May I?" She asked, holding her flat hand out to a foreleg.

He drew back, fear creasing his features.

She opened her mind to him again, showing him there was no malice in her request.

"I know you can sense more of me this way. Know my scent, my taste." She reassured, palm still open and undemanding.

He gripped the staff again, eyes still fearful. But raised one leg, setting the tip in her palm.

She smiled, seeing the knowledge of her coming to him. Closing his eyes, head turning slightly.

Her fingers gently curled up the back of his leg, palm still nestled into the point. His chest rose and fell at that, eyebrows knitting together again. Legs bowing slightly, bringing him further down to the ground.

She let him take his fill of her, leg retreating in what looked like hesitation.

"Now we're properly introduced." She smiled, hands bracing on her lower back.

His eyes opened blearily, seeming to come back to himself. Rising back up, grasping protectively at the lantern.

"You're here for our lantern." He stated distrustfully, long fingers arching over the staff.

"I am." She nodded. "But I have no intention of taking it from you. You can look into my mind again if you're uncertain."

He took her up on the offer, diving into her mind with fast fingers. A yelp of surprise rose out of her. Reaching out into his mind with gentler hands, softly caressing the broken fragments she could piece together.

His body shuddered in pleasure at the probing, a quiet whimper leaving him.

The artifact hummed on her hip, it's proximity to his leaned head aiding in his clarity. Some less garbled memories rising to her in vague flashes.

He reared back, looking around startled.

"Shhh..." She hushed, stepping forward. Placing a flat hand on his sternum.

His eyes darted back down to her, many emotions wrenching his features.

"I will not take your lantern. You are welcome in my company if you would like to walk alongside me. Your guidance and protection would mean a great deal, and I have a camp where you can rest." She offered, sliding her hand from his sternum to her own chest as she spoke.

"And if we don't follow?" He asked, slightly breathless.

"Then I will leave you be. I will find another way to traverse the darkness."

He pulled his lower lip into his teeth, eyes swimming with uncertainty.

"I... I do not lead. I follow Her voice."

"I'm not asking you to lead, Kar'niss." Tav spoke warmly.

"You have my scent, if you wish to find me." She offered, gathering her weapons.

Taking a deep breath through teeth, steeling herself for the shadow cursed darkness, she stepped out of the protective light.

"It is not safe in the darkness." He urged, stepping forward unconsciously.

"I'll survive." Tav remarked. Lighting a small flame in her palm.

She got to the treeline before she felt a presence take up behind her. The edge of the light just encircling her as she walked.

She smiled, continuing on quietly. The drider keeping pace with her, legs moving in equally quiet waves.

When the distant orange point of the campfire drew closer, Tav let out a sigh.

"Stay close to me. My companions will not hurt you." She could already see some heads turning toward the unfamiliar shape, rising to feet.

"No... Tav. NO." Gale spoke sternly, pointedly avoiding looking at their new guest as they entered the campsite.

"I agree, I know you have a penchant for taking in strays but this..." Astarion gestured at him vaguely.

"His name is Kar'niss, and he is helping us. Have we not talked enough about first impressions?" She waved to herself implicitly, narrowing her eyes at them.

"Oh, fuck yeah! Drider!" Karlach cheered, poking her head out from her tent.

Tav waved her hand at Karlach in a See? motion.

"Oh, for the love of..." Gale sighed.

"Wait, does it drink blood too?" Shadowheart piped in, walking over with arms crossed.

Astarion's eyes narrowed conspiratorially, still avoiding looking at Kar'niss directly, but letting a fang bare in a sneer.

"Once again, HE will be welcome here as long as he would like. If all of you are so uncomfortable, then he will stay with me."

Karlach waved her hands. "And Karlach!"

"And Karlach." Tav nodded, shooting her a grateful smile.

"And Lae'zel." Lae'zel stepped up, peering directly into his many eyes. "Powerful. Deadly. I will know more about him."

"One of nature's creations, regardless of form, is welcome here." Halsin's voice rumbled, sat whittling by the fire.

Tav searched for Wyll, seeking his input. He stood by his tent apprehensively, giving her a so-so wave of his hand. Clearly torn on having a monstrosity in camp but not opposing.

"There, now if we're settled, I'd like to show our new guest where he can lay his head." Tav gave Kar'niss an encouraging smile, indicating him to follow as she headed towards her tent on the outskirts. Waving to her meager but cozy set up with a sigh.

"Well, it's only big enough for me. But you're welcome inside when I'm not using it, and feel free to set up nearby."

A sudden thought struck her. Does he weave a web to sleep in? Does he sleep at all?

Her circling thoughts were broken by him crouching down, pulling legs in as he entered her tent. Turning, tucked close, to pull the flaps of the tent to be mostly covered. Staring out in scanning glances.

She blinked. Then was reminded that spiders feel more secure in dark small places. Suddenly endeared, she leaned down to get in his eyeline.

"Stick with me or Karlach, and you'll do fine."

-

The longer Kar'niss stayed in the artifacts presence, the clearer he became. Mind still fractured, but weaving back together in slow strokes.

The others were still hesitant around him but were drawing a little nearer day by day, even if just out of curiosity.

Tav's warning had proven unneeded, as he followed her, and Karlach in smaller doses, around camp like a shadow. Tav didn't mind at all, finding the company reassuring. Especially since they often stayed in a comfortable silence, both attending to their tasks.

It was fascinating to see him become more him. Traits and personality opening back up. Finding his character close to other companions already in their stead. The serious and genuine nature of Halsin but the gentle and devoted nature of Gale. And, naturally, the ruthless nature of Astarion.

Their rivalry made her laugh, the two blood drinkers sniping and slighting one another every chance they got.

"You know, you two were destined to either detest one another or be thick as thieves. That's how it always works when people are too much alike." She laughed, wringing out a shirt and handing it to him.

"Oh, honestly. We-... I am not like him." He grumbled, laying the shirt onto the others in the pile to be hung.

"Sure you are, both hotheaded, wary, bloodthirsty. Both caring, though only one of you is honest about it."

He seemed to consider that, hands smoothing over the damp fabric. Speaking up after a quiet few moments.

"Do you find us... do you enjoy my company?" He asked, eyes low.

She turned, looking at him curiously.

"Kar'niss, I spend all day with you. Of course I enjoy your company.

His eyes darted to hers but returned down. Hands still smoothing the already flat fabric.

"Hey," Tav put her hand on one of the curves of his legs. "Really."

He smiled softly, eyes meeting hers.

"Oh yeah! I have something for you." Tav reached into the laundry pile.

"A gift? Oh I don't-" Already holding his hands up in flustered refusal.

"I've seen this style on a few garments and thought it could work for you." She held up the modified dress. The dual slits high enough to rest on his hips and cascade down the front, modified to narrow into a square point. Back hemmed into an inverted v shape, following the natural line of the slits. Neckline still plunging, but sleeves removed, ending at the joint of the shoulder. Dyed a rich black, some silver embellishment along the collar from the original dress.

"Astarion actually helped me with the finicky parts, and I'm sure I won't hear the end of it for years to come." She sighed, handing it up to him.

He stared down at the fabric, holding it flat in hands. Quiet for a long moment.

"You hate it. Gods, I'm sorry. That was presumptuous, here-" She held her hand back out.

"No!" He clutched it to his chest. "No. I... I want it. It's... I like it a lot."

He rubbed the fabric between his fingers, then lifted it over his head. Pulling it over his torso, pedipalps naturally curling around the draping fabric where his chitin met skin.

"Wow." Tav marveled, standing up to get a full view. The dress draping and hugging in all the right places. "You look amazing."

"Really?" He smiled, a blush rising to his cheeks.

"Really! It suits you beautifully. You look very handsome." She smiled wide, reaching forward to smooth a crease at his hip.

He pushed into her hand, legs bending forward. Her fingers naturally curling around his hipbone with the movement.

They both froze, her eyes moving from her hand up to his eyes. Finding them wide, pupils dilated. Mouth fallen open in shock of his own actions. But closing to a soft part as her hand remained.

She stepped closer, head craning up. Other hand cupping his lower back.

He lowered down to her, legs bending far to the ground. Even nearly seated, still a head taller than her. Her hand on lower back sliding up ribs.

They breathed into each other, faces parallel. Hers already turning slightly, lips parted. Staring up at him.

Question, hesitation, and need pulled along his features. Fingertips tilting her chin up carefully, talons tucked under.

The wait killing her, she stood up on tiptoes, pulling on his hip for leverage. Pressing her lips to his in a small moan.

He breathed in hard through nose, fingers tightening on her chin. Mouth freezing then sliding against hers in hungry pulses, bending down even further.

She was dizzy with him, silver hair falling curtain around her face. Feeling the scar on his surprisingly plush lips as they caressed against hers. The tip of her tongue sliding along the seam of his upper lip in question.

He moaned, mouth opening eagerly. Her tongue finding his, twisting together.

She pulled even closer, flush with him. His pedipalps curving around her waist, holding on tightly. Breathing hard, he wound a hand into her hair. Mouth slick with demand, hot breath hazy between them.

He hooked under her thigh with a leg, raising it high enough to grasp into his hand. Both arms lifting her up onto his hips, urging her legs around him.

She gasped, kneeling into the curve of his abdomen. Face risen above his, cupping the curve of his neck in both hands, thumbs rubbing his jaw. Hips rising to grind into his toned belly, sending jolts of pleasure up her. His hands grasping her ass, forearms bracing her against him.

They both pulled and pushed, hands tangling and caressing. All heat and wild desire.

Her lips left his long enough to pull at her shirt, moving to lift it over her head.

"Wait," He huffed, wide hands moving to stop the fabric.

"I've... I haven't been with someone. Like this. In this body." He panted, forehead resting on hers.

"Do you want to stop?" She whispered, hands still cupping his neck.

"No, not at all. But..." He sighed.

"I understand." She smiled, giving him one more soft kiss before sliding down. He helped her lower back down with care.

"You know, I'd be up for some... exploring." She offered, smiling mischievously. "Maybe a little experimenting. If you'd like that."

He smiled sheepishly, pedipalps arching in excitement. "I would."

"Like these, how do they..." She reached forward, running her fingertip under a pedipalp in a line from the base.

He buckled down, eyes rising into his skull. Huffing in a shuddered breath.

"Oh..." Tav breathed, heat in her belly flaring anew.

"That... do that again." He gasped.

She looked up at him, drawing near again. Raising her other hand to run parallel lines with fingertips up the appendages.

He moaned, head turning. Lowering back down to her, fully seated.

She leaned down, curious fingers of one hand moving along him as she continued stroking with the other.

He whimpered when her fingers ran along the seam of the joint of his legs. Letting out a hissed breath when she ran her tongue over it.

Her finger trailed down to the end of the pedipalp above her, stopping on a ridged fleshy mound. Thumb circling it curiously.

"There!" He gasped out, hands pulling her hair.

She rose up, looking at the swollen mound. Pulsing fast with blood, twitching under the pads of her fingers.

She rose back up, spat into her hand and cupped the mound, palm rubbing in fast wet circles.

He whimpered loudly, head falling back. Hips bucking out of instinct. Hands scrambling to anchor himself on her as she took up on the other side, wetting her palm.

Her mind was filled with nothing but hazy desire and thrill. Nudging the dress aside with her nose to lick up his chest. Suckling down on where his nipple was covered by thin chitin.

His head snapped back down, hips stilling before arching up. An seething pleasure pulling across his features. Biting hard into his lip in a near grimace as her tongue slurped at the veiled bud.

"Tav... Oh Gods-" He moaned out in choppy pleading moans. "I'm-"

A jolt of excitement ran up her spine.

"Yes," She panted against his slick chest. "Cum for me."

Nibbling down on a peak, flattening her palms to rub fast taut circles

He shuddered hard, gripping her hair in a fist. Crying out as her palms filled with pulses of fluid, velvet soft and warm. Hips hitching with the waves, cum dripping down the back of her wrists.

He collapsed back into the curve of his abdomen, breath lost, eyes rolling in fluttering lids.

"Whoa..." Tav marveled quietly. Pulling a hand up, staring at the silky fluid sliding along her fingers. Licking some into her mouth curiously.

The taste was earthly, salty, and slightly tang. Leaving a light tingling on her tongue.

He pulled her to him wordlessly, winding arms around and tipping onto his side. Pulling them both onto the grass.

"Oh!" She laughed, nestling into his chest. His legs curling around her in a loose overlapping embrace. Pedipalps pulling her flush to him, crossing over each other along her waist. Arms wound tight around her, face buried in her shoulder.

"Thank you." He murmured into her neck, body still tremoring.

"You're very welcome." She hummed, pulling his hair from his face. Fingers running along his scalp.

A deep clicking purr rose from his throat, delighting her to no end. Scratching light lines along his head, the sound getting louder, vibrating against her clavicle.

"Stay with me for a moment. Please." He croaked out, arms winding closer.

"Of course, take your time." She whispered.

He sighed contently, head falling limp into her. Breath slowing and evening out.

With a shock of endearment, she realized he had fallen asleep. The purring continuing in pulses that rose and fell with his breath. The sound so soothing that it pulled her down, feeling heavy and puddled.

He turned onto his back in his sleep, pulling her over him. Her head on his wide chest, the curl of his legs cradling her. Limbs all curling in towards her, arms wrapped around her back.

She had never felt more secure in a lovers arms and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Hearing his faint half formed sleep talk as she drifted.

"Stay... stay... my light...."

~

[hrefna-the-raven]

I want to thank you

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Words: 2302

Warnings: drunkenness, smut (18+)

Summary: Driders shouldn't get drunk unless they stumble upon intoxicated prey...what happens in the woods, stays in the woods 😏

Your group had finally made it out of the shadow-cursed lands. Despite the protests of your companions, you decided to let the drider Kar'niss tag along your merry group of misfits. They hadn't glimpsed into his mind, seen what you've seen, so naturally they wouldn't understand your reasoning but you simply couldn't leave him to his death at Moonrise Towers, especially not after he'd decided to defy his queen and help you defeat Ketheric. And, as you journeyed together, engaged in peculiar conversations along the way, you unexpectedly grew fond of the drider's company. Approaching the first bigger village, you decided to set up camp. While your companions sought solace in the comforts of a local tavern, longing for a soft bed, you chose to remain on the outskirts of the forest, keeping Kar'niss company as he dared not reveal himself within the village. Setting up a modest tent, you kindled a small fire and couldn't help but smile as Kar'niss skillfully spun his web between the trees.

"I'll quickly head to the tavern, have a few drinks, but I'll be back quickly", you said to Kar'niss.

"Yes, yes", he mumbled somewhat distractedly, "we need to hunt, we need food, go, we'll be busy."

"Remember to not kill any villagers", you warned him sternly, receiving only a nod in response.

With sorrowful eyes, he watched as you made your way towards the village.

Two drunkards staggered towards the forest, belting out an odd melody at the top of their lungs, swinging their tankards and occasionally taking a sip. The commotion caught Kar'niss' attention, prompting him to approach them cautiously while remaining hidden in the shadows. A smile tugged at his lips as he observed them walking straight towards his web. Easy prey, he thought, licking his lips hungrily, his arachnid instincts awakening. He made his move, his eight legs carrying him silently towards the trapped men. With a swift motion, he pierced their drunken flesh, letting the crimson elixir flow into his insatiable mouth. Kar'niss moaned with delight as their blood touched his taste buds, savouring its distinct flavour that was both sweeter and more tantalizing than anything he had ever experienced. The more he drank, the hazier his mind became, intoxicated by the unfamiliar warmth that coursed through his body. Relinquishing his hold on the men, he ran his tongue across his lips, relishing every last drop of blood that clung to his face.

As Kar'niss attempted to navigate his way back to his tent, he was taken aback by the surprising turn of events. His own body seemed to betray him, causing him to stumble and sway, his numerous legs becoming tangled in a rather clumsy display. Amidst the chaos, he found himself overcome by a mixture of laughter and tears, as these emotions washed over him like a powerful wave crashing against his fragile psyche. He almost felt like being thrown back to his earliest days as a drider, when he struggled to control his unfamiliar form. However, this time, along with the sensation of warmth, there was an overwhelming sense of joy that spread throughout his chest.

You rushed towards the woods, feeling guilty for lingering at the tavern longer than planned. Your footsteps abruptly halted as you caught sight of your little camp. Next to the fire you saw Kar'niss lying on his back, which immediately felt wrong, he'd be too weary to let his guard down like this. Concern gripped you as you heard him sobbing, prompting you to sprint towards him.

"Kar'niss, are you alright? Are you injured?", you called out, but all you received in response was a playful giggle.

A peculiar scene unfolded before your eyes. He lay on his back, his eight legs lazily sprawled to the side, occasionally twitching as he sniffed one of your tunics. He clutched it tightly to his chest as though it were the most precious treasure in the world.

"Kar'niss?", you cautiously inquired as you knelt beside him.

His gaze shot upward, quickly shifting towards you as a grin spread across his face. Attempting to raise himself, he gave up halfway and slumped back onto the ground, emitting an amused sigh.

"Our beloved queen has returned," he slurred, his words drowned out by a heartfelt sob. "We've missed yoooouuuuu."

"What happened to you? Have you eaten? Are you feeling unwell?" you inquired.

The drider inhaled the scent of your tunic once more before carelessly discarding it to the side, causing it to land directly in the fire. Great there goes my last clean untorn tunic, you thought to yourself. Distracted by your last precious piece of garment catching fire, you didn't notice that the drider finally managed to turn around. He lifted himself up, only to lose his balance once again. His upper body came crashing down upon yours, burying you beneath him. You gasped for breath, realizing how close the two of you had suddenly become. His torso pressed against yours, his hair cascading down on either side of your face and the tip of his nose nearly touching yours. Seven eyes were fixated on your blushing face as Kar'niss suppressed a groan that rumbled deep within his chest.

"We've grown fond of you, new queen, you saved us", he whispered, "we-I want to thank you."

Leaning in, he clumsily pressed his lips against yours. Surprisingly, you found yourself moaning into the kiss, which he interpreted as an invitation to deepen it with his tongue. It never occurred to you that Kar'niss would know how to kiss, but it made sense considering his previous life and the charm that still radiated from his face, probably being popular among female drow back then. Squirming beneath him, your hands gently pushed his face away, breaking the kiss as you gasped for air, still trying to process what was happening in this moment.

"She doesn't desire us, we are not deserving, we apologize," he muttered, attempting to retreat, but you refused to release him. Instead, you delved into his thoughts, seeking the memories of this evening. You witnessed the presence of two men from the tavern, observing how Kar'niss consumed their blood before stumbling towards your tent. It finally dawned on you: he was drunk, completely and utterly inebriated, without any restrictions, fear or doubt holding his true self back, baring his vulnerability to you.

The irony of the situation amused you; amidst all the trials you had faced, being trapped beneath an intoxicated drider who held affection for you was definitely an unexpected turn of events. With the connection severed, Kar'niss playfully nudged your cheek with his nose, demanding your undivided attention once more.

"We saw your memories too", he whispered, "secret glances, racing pulse, concealed thoughts."

Your eyes widened in shock and fear, realising that he had rummaged through your mind as well, finding feelings you'd planned to keep hidden.

"You desire us-me, you desire me", his voice sounded so fragile in this moment, "despite this curse, shattered, undeserving, ugly, you desire me."

His lips quivered as he tried to grasp onto your feelings for him, his heart aching as it experienced the love and desire it believed it would never feel again. You pulled him closer to you, your lips meeting his in a more intense kiss this time. Kar'niss moaned, feeling your hips pressing against his, your connection reigniting, both of your desires intertwining in a flawless symphony of lust. His hands delicately caressed your body, as if afraid that his sharp claws might accidentally tear your skin. Moans of pleasure escaped from your mouth, occasionally muffled by his passionate kisses, as you felt something firm pressing against your clothed arousal. Your curiosity led your eyes to glance downwards, where you noticed a long hard skin coloured member nestled between two plates, just above the point where his drow and spider forms merged. A question formed in your mind, but before you could ask, he released you from his embrace and moved away. 

"We were her ultimate failure, condemned to this existence, never to experience love, yet burdened with desires and the potential for intimacy", tears streamed down his face as he revealed the truth. You focused on flooding his mind with your love for him, the deep affection you held, and the burning cravings to be with him in his current form. Looking into his eyes, you severed the connection with one final statement: she was mistaken, I desire every part of you.

Perhaps it was the lingering influence of the alcohol or the consequence of the emotional barrier finally shattering completely, but it awakened a primal desire within Kar'niss. A wild instinct overtook his entire being as he pounced on you, violently tearing your garments apart with his razor-sharp claws. Before you could even process a fleeting moment of sadness for yet another piece of clothing shuffled off this mortal coil, his hardened length pressed against your wet folds. Your gaze shot upward, witnessing Kar'niss losing himself in the throes of pleasure. His many eyes shut tight, his mouth agape, and his tongue flicking over his lips as a deep growl reverberated from deep within his chest. The scene before you was captivating, etching itself into the depths of your being. A resounding moan escaped your lips as your hips involuntarily bucked, causing him to slide effortlessly inside you.

More moans escaped your lips, blending with the passionate cries of his name as he stretched and filled you entirely. Both of you gasped for breath and remained motionless for a brief moment, relishing in the sensation of being so perfectly intertwined with both your minds and bodies. Kar'niss slurred unintelligible words, his eight legs struggling to support him as one arm wrapped around you, pulling you close against his body. With great effort, he managed to stand up, still burried deep inside you, but the intoxication was still taking a toll on his coordination and he stumbled forward. Barely avoiding the nearby tent, his other hand slammed against a tree trunk for stability, causing your back to collide with the rough bark. The sudden movement caused Kar'niss to slide even deeper inside you, evoking a shared groan of pleasure. Your inner walls tightened around him, on the brink of orgasm from the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. Desiring more of him, your fingers curled around his neck, drawing him in for a passionate kiss. Your tongue eagerly explored his mouth, intensifying the connection between you. Kar'niss's body moved with a swiftness that surpassed his thoughts, struggling to grasp the euphoric situation he found himself in. His hips immediately began thrusting into you at a brutal pace. His heart threatened to burst from his chest as exhaustion spread through his body, yet every fiber of his being was determined to persist. Eventually, his legs trembled and gave way, causing both of you to collapse onto the tent, tearing it down in the process. In a desperate attempt to maintain balance, Kar'niss's claws slid off and left deep marks in the tree bark. However, neither of you cared about the chaos surrounding you as he continued to ravish you relentlessly while you moaned loud enough for all of Faerûn to hear you. In between panting breaths, Kar'niss uttered your name as his length twitched inside you as he filled you with his seed. With two final thrusts, he pulled out just before your own orgasm consumed you.

You were about to huff in protest when he forcefully pinned you to the ground, growling fiercely before he settled between your legs and his tongue eagerly began to flick at your clit. Your mind spun as you felt him suck on you, his tongue delving deep into your entrance to lick up the mingling of your fluids with his own.

"Gooooood....moooore", he mumbled against your wetness before sucking at your clit once more.

You could feel your climax approaching rapidly again and just as you were about to reach it, he thrust two of fingers inside you, pushing you right over the edge of pleasure. You cried out his name, your hands grasping onto his hair as your legs twitched and trembled. Kar'niss chuckled softly, gently lifting you up and stumbling unsteadily towards his web in the trees. He settled down, cradling you in his arms, ensuring your safety so you wouldn't fall.

You couldn't recall the exact moment you drifted off to sleep, but as you awakened to the animated discussions of two awfully familiar voices, it dawned on you that you were not inside your tent and the sun had already risen. Startled, you bolted upright, oblivious to the fact that you were entangled in a spider's web among the branches. Without warning, you tumbled forward, nearly letting out a scream until an arm swiftly caught you, pulling you back against a comforting form. When you turned your head, you discovered Kar'niss nestled in the web, still sound asleep while holding you tightly with a contented smile on his face. As you glanced down, you noticed Gale and Astarion standing by your tent. Gale appeared visibly agitated, gesticulating wildly, until the pale elf's eyes met yours, his face adorned with a self-satisfied grin.

"Oh I know exactly what kind of animal went on a rampage here last night", the vampire chuckled, "but rest assured, she is not present. It is likely that she slept elsewhere and will join us shortly at the tavern."

"How can you be so certain?", Gale huffed, crossing his arms.

"Gale, darling, I simply know", Astarion smirked, taking Gale's arm and leading him back to the village.

As they walked away, Astarion turned his head one last time to wink at you. It was clear that this day was going to be a tedious one, filled with questions you had no desire to answer.

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[bucketsofmonsters]

Writing drider stuff is so hard bc I keep assuming an incredibly high knowledge of drow lore from the reader and then having to check myself bc the amount of drow knowledge the average person has is Zero

[wafflerageface]

The lack of Kar’niss smut and artistic porn is honestly traumatic

[bastigone]

Useful Pest (18+) (NSFW)

GN!drow x Kar'niss (Bg3)

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Summary: An unnamed drow thinks of a better use for Kar'niss than just holding a lantern

Warnings: BDSM, restraints, degradation, pincer-fucking, unspecified genitalia, oral sex, drider sex, like can't stress enough they are fucking a half spider

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A drider, pale of flesh with a halo of odd-blinking eyes around his face, crouched in the corner of the old horse shed. The stall was cramped for a creature of his size, made to house hooves and manes, not eight legs and an abdomen. He kept his hands folded nervously over his chest, fingers twitching with purposelessness.

“Our purpose, She gave us…” the drider whispered unbidden.

“Silence.” The drow, tall, lanky, built of shadow and silk, commanded. The drider cast all seven eyes blankly to the dirt floor of the shed. With deft practice the drow unhooked the white, glowing lantern from the staff, giving the caged pixie a shake for good measure. “What She asked of you is irrelevant, Kar’niss.” The drow looped the lantern’s ring onto one of the rafters, sending the last traces of green shadow from the shed.

“Our purpose,” Kar’niss insisted, eyes never straying from the dirt floor.

The drow paused, black boot tapping once, twice, then stilling. “Your purpose is whatever I damn please.” They took a determined step toward the drider, taking his bowed chin in their hand and wrenching it upward. “Unless you wish to return to your duties, unsatisfied. Alone.”

“N-no, we did not mean-“ Kar’niss stammered. The drow smiled, patting the side of his face.

“As I thought.” They let their nails dig into his cheek, only briefly, before standing back to their full height.

They moved next to the drider, deftly stepping past his cramped limbs. An absent hand moved to his protruding abdomen, caressing the side with practiced precision. The drider let out a desperate whimper at the contact, causing the drow to click their tongue. “Patience.” They chided, reaching their other hand to coil the silken thread that protruded from the drifter’s spinneret.

“We are patient,” Kar’niss said, nodding and placing his hands out in front of him. “We await a new purpose.”

The drow took the coiled thread and turned, wrapping it expertly around the drider’s wrists. With a flick of their wrist they tossed the rest of the thread over a rafter, pulling it taught. The drider’s arms rose above his head, suspending him so his legs scrabbled on the dirt flooring.

“Good pest,” the drow said, running a finger down the chitinous plates on the drider’s abdomen. “Can’t have you touching me unbidden.”

“W-we would not touch,” Kar’niss said, his arms straining just enough as he took a breath to speak, “Know not to touch.”

“You say you know better,” the drow said, dragging their finger down the drider’s abdomen and stopping just shy of his waist, “You know only what I let you.” The drow folded their arms, tilting their head as if thinking. “I could make you watch tonight. Leave you strung up like a slaughtered beast while I take my pleasure.” Kar’niss’s waist pincers seized in response, a faint clicking noise rising from the back of his throat unbidden. The drow laughed, reaching out and cupping under his chin. “But perhaps I desire to touch tonight. Perhaps,” they paused inches from his face, allowing their lips to hang slightly open as their words hung in the air.

With a tug they yanked the thread, wrenching his arms above his head and pulling him back from their face. They chuckled, wrapping the thread around their palm and keeping it taught. The drider’s abdomen hovered above the floor of the shed, his legs straining to keep some contact with the ground. The drow leaned down, letting out enough thread to keep the drider suspended as they moved. With a practiced hand they ran their fingers along the crease where the humanoid abdomen fused with the chitinous hide of the spider half. Their fingers danced across the waist pincers, focusing on the claw-like protrusions at the end. Kar’niss’s many eyes blinked asynchronously, a clicking hiss rising in his throat. 

“And to think, some say driders have no sex organs,” the drow said softly, more to themself than to the drider, “Avid lovers of Our Lady of Spiders, yet they know nothing of their dance.” They leaned in, their tongue darting over the end of the pincer. Something close to a purr escaped the drider’s mouth, only to break into a yelp as the drow’s teeth closed around the pincer, though briefly.

“C-cruel,” the drider whined, scrabbling backward only to run into the back of the stall. The drow scoffed, releasing the pincer and licking up the drider’s chest. They paused as they neared his mouth, With their free hand they pushed up his lip, eyeing the sharp fangs lining the inside of his mouth.

“What is cruel is a mouth unable to pleasure me,” the drow said, “I may use my teeth as I wish, as you are nothing but teeth,” they wrapped their hand around the drider’s long, white hair, pulling his head further down to meet them, “I will bite and rend until all that’s left of you is a chittering skeleton aching for a lantern. And you will thank me.”

“Y-yes,” Kar’niss hissed, “We are th-thankful.”

“Good,” the drow said, “I want you to taste me tonight.”

“W-we have many teeth,” Kar’niss said, unable to keep the shock from his voice, “You have not-not allowed us to-“ 

The drow gave the long hair a yank, causing the drider to stumble forward, leaning against the rope. “I have asked one thing of you and you dare refuse me?”

“N-no, no we will-“ the drider stammered, sticking out his long tongue as an answer. “We will taste.” 

“Good pest,” the drow said, disrobing. They let the rope fall slack. Kar’niss bent down, head low, pincers bowed against the ground until he matched with the drow’s waist. The drow placed a hand on the back of the drider’s head, wrapping their fingers in the long hair. Kar’niss began with a nervous flick of his tongue along their sex, followed by a second. “Useless thing.” The drow snarled, pushing the drider’s face against their sex. 

Kar’niss’s tongue moved hesitantly, then quicker as he struggled to keep himself upright against the drow. His inexperience led way toward pure devotion. The drow moaned as his tongue explored their body, gripping his hair tightly. 

They pushed him back, panting, a satisfied smirk on their face. “Good pest. I see you’re not all teeth.” They placed a hang under Kar’niss’s chin, raising him up from the dirt. They pulled his face close, darting their tongue out to taste themself on his lips. “You will fuck me until I’m satisfied. Then perhaps,” they paused, looping their arm behind the drider’s head and threading their fingers through his hair, “Perhaps you can cum.” 

“Y-yes, we will s-satisfy,” Kar’niss said, breath caught at the closeness of the drow. 

The drow reached to their pack for a knife, cutting through the bounds on the drider’s hands. With practiced elegance the drider lifted the drow, resting their legs on either side of his waist. His pincers shivered with delight, clawed hands gripping the back of the drow as he drove inside of them. “Good, my vermin,” the drow crooned, their hands gripping against Kar’niss’s hair. With a shudder the drow fell forward, their body spasming against Kar’niss. Kar’niss caught them with his hand, his legs shaking.

“Please, we are…close. We cannot—“ he chittered, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

“Cum for me, pest,” the drow panted, “Do it.”

Kar’niss pushed back from the drow. With an eerie, chittering cry that echoed off the walls of the shed, Kar’niss climaxed, sending a web of shimmering liquid into the dirt of the shed. His legs buckled, sending the drow spilling onto the dirt of the barn. 

“Useless thing,” the drow snapped, standing upright and looking over the shivering, panting drider. “We will go again until you learn not to drop me!”

“We are sorry,” Kar’niss hissed, his seven eyes lidded in bliss, “We will make up for it, yes, we will pleasure until the Queen calls, we will not fail.” 

“Good little pest,” the drow said, running a nail along Kar’niss’s jaw, “Now, again.” 

[redroomroaving]

Uhm hey so here's some spicy Klaus'niss ok byeee

... I need to write more of this and I'm sorry

[cactusmisslittle]

Anatomical Research (pt. 1)

Pairing: Limeleech/Kar'niss

Warnings: NSFW, Kar'niss being his usual self-loathing self, canon-compliant drider anatomy, descriptions of spider anatomy (no, really, if you're not into non-human anatomy you may want to sit this one out), kind of a medical kink if you squint (more of a scientist kink tbh), unintentional edging

Summary:

Kar'niss finds himself a temporary resident of the Society of Brilliance lodge. The resident drow acarologist has questions about his anatomy.

[sorcerous-caress]

I wnana fuck Kar'niss Larian stop cocknlocking me lay spider eggs in me - Shadowheart anon

I want to make him lay eggs then shove them back inside him and make him push them out, one by one. Repeat this untill he comes from getting fucked by his own eggs.

I want to get him so close to getting his cock inside me only to reject him last minute.

I want to make him do the most humiliation things just for a chance to eat me out, I want him to be crying and begging as loudly as he can.

I wanna fuck him so badly too anon. I want to bring him back to camp as my own personal fucktoy and just leave him edging and leaking all day while he follows the party around holding that lantern.

[atleastonebraincell]

✨Kinktober✨

What a better way to kick off a new blog than my own kinktober prompt list!

I’m not doing a prompt every single day since I’m hoping to get through them all, if I’m lucky my motivation will carry me through the whole month.

[hrefna-the-raven]

Baldur's Gate 3 masterlist

For main masterlist click here

Enjoy and feel free to share :)

Raphael x reader

Series

A little series about the weird relationship between Raphael and you, my dear reader

Part 1: I can handle myself, Raphael

Part 2: The devil you (suddenly) don't know

Part 3: Cat and Mouse

Part 4: The devil you do (18+)

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It shocked you to see the usually eloquent and reserved devil in such a state, you would almost think that he's...."Is he...drunk?", you asked....

Part 1: Drunken minds speak sober hearts

Part 2: Hope in hell (18+)

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Drabble series:

Reader is a warlock and her patron is none other than Raphael

Part 1 - The beach

Part 2 - Go to hell

Oneshots / drabbles

Raphael

In the dark of the night (18+)

Wounded

Simril

Never anger a devil

Continuation of cheeky-little-pup's fantastic oneshot (18+)

My kind is not the hugging type

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Zevlor

Hope is a waking dream (18+)

Not just a chapter

Haarlep x reader

Imagine....not being able to stop thinking about your encounter with Haarlep....

Screenshots 1 (Raphael)

Screenshots 2 (Raphael - human form)

Screenshots 3 (Haarlep)

Kar'niss x reader

Web of faith

Prior being trapped under the spell of the Absolute, Kar'niss was just a normal drow, trying to survive the daily threats that the city of Menzoberranzan held. He thought himself lost until you found him, showing him that there is a beauty to life he thought impossible.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2 (18+)

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 (18+)

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 - drow ending

Chapter 7 - drider ending

I want to thank you (18+)

[morgana-ren]

Thanks for explaining monster fucking for driders. The fantasy of Karniss calming Tav as his mate is renewed with a vigor now.

HA! You're welcome.

I'll be honest, I'm still trying to work out the... specifics here.

Because driders are technically sexless, I kinda have to make it up entirely on my own. I've got as good of an imagination as your average smut peddler, but I'm sensing a lot of porn physics going on with the act of mating alone.

I genuinely don't know enough about spiders in general to be able to whip it up off the bat. But I'll get there lmao

[hrefna-the-raven]

Web of faith

Masterlist- BG3 masterlist

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 5 - 6 - 7

Words: 3703 (sorry it turned out to be so endlessly long^^)

Warnings: smut (18+), more precisely smut including the drider version of Kar'niss

Summary: you finally entered the shadow-cursed lands and called out to your guide, but you didn't expect to know him...

Chapter 4

As soon as your tadpole reached out, you were taken aback to discover something familiar. You couldn't quite pinpoint what it was, but the mind that responded felt incredibly comforting and recognisable, seamlessly connecting with your own. Drider was your first thought as you heard the clicking of spiderlegs approaching in the darkness accompanied by a pale white light. Your hand instinctively went to the hilt of your sword but your body froze as soon as the drider was in sight.

"Yes", the drider spoke with a raspy voice, "I hear them, your majesty. Calling us."

His enormous spider-like form would have instilled terror in most others, particularly the goblins, the half-orc, and your companions. However, your gaze was fixated on his face. It appeared different, yet strangely familiar. The eyes were engulfed in darkness with light brown irises, and there were five additional spider eyes on the left side. Beautifully cascading white hair adorned his broad shoulders, swept behind the ear on the same side you used to do it. And there it was, that unmistakable scar on his full, soft lips. He had changed, had become disfigured, but beneath it all, you immediately recognised an undeniable beauty. The same beauty that had captivated you back then in Menzoberranzan. You couldn't believe what you were seeing - he was alive. Your beloved was alive. Though your mind acknowledged that his transformation into a drider meant he had endured immense pain and suffering for failing Lolth's test, your heart could not deny the sheer joy of witnessing him breathing and relatively well before you.

Kar'niss hesitated to appear when he sensed the presence reaching out to him. It echoed the same tune as the other voice in his mind, that gentle melody piercing through the commanding tone of his queen, softer but irresistibly captivating. He desired to distance himself, to avoid committing any offense against her majesty, as it had nearly destroyed him before. However, he found himself unable to resist the allure of that melody and then he caught sight of that exquisite visage, seamlessly weaving through his fractured memories like a crimson thread. Though unaccompanied by a name, he was intrigued. If his queen permitted, he felt compelled to uncover more. Before he could utter a word, the half-orc stepped forward, breaking the uneasy silence.

"Greetings in the Absolute's name, you have been charged with guiding us", he said, deliberately avoiding meeting the gaze of the drider as his feet shuffled nervously.

"New flesh for you, my queen. But who are they?", he approached you, drawing nearer until his face was directly in front of yours, his body stooping low. The pale glow from the lantern cast an mellow light on your countenance as you stared at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.

"Niss, is that you?", your voice quivered, unable to contain the mixture of agony and inexplicable joy welling up within you.

Your minds connected and you heard a whispered voice, unsure if it was the Absolute or just the echoes of his fractured mind reverberating in the dark but deep in there, just a fraction of a second, your own voice resonated alongside a fleeting image: delicate fingers tenderly brushing his hair away from his face. The connection abruptly severed, leaving Kar'niss bewildered, his face etched with confusion as he desperately grasped at the fading memory, only to find it eluding him. A bitter taste of shame gnawed at his very soul.

"Bless us again, majesty. Shine your light, protect us!", Kar'niss spoke with an agitated tone, spinning around and striding away, "follow us or die in the shadows!"

Your companions exchanged whispered words amongst themselves. It was clear to them that you had some connection to this drider, but you paid no mind to their inquiries. Your sole concern was Kar'niss in this moment. Hastening past the group, you positioned yourself by his side. Though he remained silent, his gaze shifted towards you, filled with curiosity and a tinge of unease. You were well aware of the anguish that accompanied the creation of driders. Not even the smallest traces of the person they were before the transformation rarely remained, instead they became monstrous husks, their broken minds barely holding them together, filled with shame, sadness and anger. Your heart shattered when you delved into his thoughts, witnessing the devastation inflicted upon your beloved and now infected by the mind control of the Absolute's cult. The weight of it all burdened you, threatening to drown you in a sea of sorrow. Yet, you clung to that one glimmer of hope as you heard your own voice and witnessed a shared memory. Deep down, you believed that the real him still existed, buried beneath layers of pain and madness. You were determined to dig him up again, even if it meant using your bare hands and dedicating the rest of your life to the endeavour. You swore to yourself that you would do everything in your power to reclaim your one true love.

"Niss, do you remember me?", you cautiously inquired, your hand reaching out towards him, however, before it could make contact, he retreated.

You suppressed a sob that threatened to escape your lips, battling the pain that surged within you at his rejection.

"Niss, please", you begged, almost whispering to ensure the others wouldn't overhear.

Kar'niss felt a tightness in his chest upon hearing your words, as if an invisible force had stolen the air from his lungs, leaving him bewildered. Who was this young drow and why did she address him with the same name as the other voice? Why did he feel so drawn to her? He understood that his loyalty should lie solely with his queen, the one who had bestowed upon him purpose and value. Yet, he yearned to bow before this drow, to worship and love her. The ease with which he entertained such thoughts of betrayal to his queen terrified him. He must not allow the drow to touch him; he must distance himself, seek guidance from his queen, beg for forgiveness, and determine the meaning of this drow from a safe distance. And yet, her melody echoed in his mind, growing louder and oh so sweet. How could he possibly resist?

"The shadows are strongest here, do not stray from the path, no matter what they promise", he warned, casting a glance at you before resuming his journey.

The remainder of the route was devoid of any noteworthy incidents, and you soon reached your destination: Moonrise Towers.

Kar'niss swiftly departed as the guards at Moonrise Towers greeted you, stealing a final glance before ascending the tower walls. Upon entering, a comforting warmth enveloped you, creating an almost inviting and friendly atmosphere, if not for your knowledge of the cult's true nature. However, the ambiance quickly shifted upon reaching the throne hall, where Ketheric Thorm sat in a state of irritation and boredom, standing next to him a half-orc named Z'rell, who was currently torturing some goblins. Your attention drifted away, leaving Gale to handle the conversation while you focused on scanning your surroundings with the aid of your tadpole, desperately searching for any trace of Kar'niss. Finally, you managed to detect his presence. The sound of your name being mentioned abruptly snapped you back to reality.

"Were you even listening to a word I just said?", Gale let out a sigh, but upon noticing the guilt in your expression, he decided not to dig further, "let's head to Balthazar's room and get that lantern."

You nodded, taking the lead and pausing in the middle of the library. You gazed upward, a faint smile appearing as you spotted an opening in the ceiling.

"Would it be alright if you grab the lantern and search for Balthazar? I have something I need to attend to here."

The rest of the group frowned in disagreement, but Gale nodded, offering you a warm smile. He understood the significance of what you needed to do. If there was even a chance to save the one you loved, it was crucial to seize it. He couldn't help but admire your unwavering determination and the fact that your love continued to grow, despite your beloved being transformed into a creature that would terrify most.

Your mind reached out to Kar'niss, imploring him to join you. Initially, there was no response, but then you sensed his reluctance as he attempted to shut you out completely. It was only when you sent one final desperate plea that he relented. Niss, please. Emerging from a hole in the ceiling, the drider descended on a delicate thread of spider silk.

"Tiny excuse of a drow", he grumbled, "bothering us until we give in."

With his hands firmly gripping your waist, he effortlessly hoisted you over his shoulder. As he crawled up the wall, returning to his secluded space, he held onto you tightly.

"We shouldn't listen to you, it's treason, our queen will punish us."

He almost threw you into his little chamber and you had to use all your force and balance to not fall flat on your face. You crawled upon the blanket and took in your surroundings. It was a small little space, almost hidden away from the other cultists, a woollen blanket spread out on the floor, while the moon lantern's light engulfed everything in a calming pale white glow. You almost started to cry as you realised that his broken mind seemed to remember happy bits of his past and, without being aware it, recreated them to give him comfort.

As soon as Kar'niss slipped through the opening, his movements came to an abrupt halt, his numerous eyes scanning the scene unfolding before him. In that brief moment, his mind fell silent, devoid of voices or commands from his queen, leaving behind a comforting emptiness as he absorbed the sight of you sitting on his blanket, basking in the gentle glow of the lantern. It felt incredibly familiar, offering a sense of solace akin to returning home after a long day.

"We-we-I don't understand", he stuttered as he approached you, his voice shaky, "what is this magic? What trick are you playing on us?", he raised his voice and his mind reached out to yours.

You saw through his eyes, witnessing yourself holding a piece of fabric and placing it tenderly against his lips while wearing a smile. You heard your own voice uttering the first words you ever spoke to him: fear not, everything will be alright. Rest if you need to, I mean you no harm. The connection severed once again, causing you to gasp as you opened your eyes, unaware that Kar'niss had drawn nearer and was now seated directly in front of you. Tears streamed down his two ordinary eyes, a wave of sorrow engulfing him, threatening to consume and drown him entirely.

"Tiny goddess of flesh", he cried, his voice filled with despair, "we don't her the voice of our queen anymore, we failed again, we will be punished again. What are you doing to us? Why can't we resist?"

It pained you to witness his anguish. Seeking solace, you attempted to establish a mental connection once more. This time, there was no resistance on his part, allowing you to delve deep into the fragments that composed your cherished memories. Though distorted and scattered, they still existed. And within this ethereal realm of thoughts, you beheld it all. You relived the very first encounter, sensing his nervousness as he mustered the courage to confess his feelings. The warmth in his heart when your lips first met. You nearly became lost within the recollection of your final moments together, seeing yourself through his eyes. The touch of the ring on his fingertips stirred conflicting emotions of doubt, love, and the hope of marriage that spread within your own mind. And then, his thoughts suddenly struck against you, enveloping you in a sinister mist that seeped into your being, rendering you immobile. As the mist dispersed, you felt his heart racing in his chest, fear coursing through him, while a strange female voice called out your name. Looking up, you beheld the awe-inspiring yet terrifying figure of Lolth, demanding your demise as proof of his loyalty. His body trembled, and he let out a scream, unable to comply with the request. He pleaded for death, rejecting his goddess, and everything descended into darkness. The connection severed, leaving you gasping for breath, as you took a moment to reorient yourself and realise that you were still at Moonrise Towers. Your gaze fell upon Kar'niss and you sobbed, shuffling towards him, desperately grasping his face as if it might fracture at any given moment and you'd loose him again.

"We have failed," he wept, his voice choked with sorrow, "we always fail; we are insignificant... I... I am nothing."

Your heart was about the shatter into a thousand pieces, all these years of thinking he died where as he had been through the most cruel torment, simply because his love for you was stronger than any faith. You drew his face closer, your lips colliding with his in a passionate embrace, encapsulating all your sorrow, newfound happiness and everlasting devotion in one single kiss. It mattered not what he had become; he was present, he was alive and you would unleash chaos upon the world if necessary just to keep him safe. He made his selfless sacrifice for you long ago and now you would demonstrate that you were more than prepared to do the same for him.

Kar'niss' soul was silently screaming as his thoughts raced and clashed in an unending cycle. Whatever you did within his mind, it gradually reassembled fragments of his former self and without the Absolute poisoning him, the fog in his head cleared and he began to remember everything. Memories flooded back, capturing every fleeting instance of joy shared between the two of you, each intricate detail etched into his consciousness until the very moment he defied his deity to protect you. The rest was still enveloped in shrouds of darkness but it mattered little to him, all that was important to him was here, within his small space, kissing him deeply. Despite his doubts, he felt the radiance of your love piercing his very essence and even though he wanted to reject it, all too aware of the monster he was now, he simply couldn't, he'd take this moment of bliss for he was afraid it might be the last one for the rest of his miserable life. Kar'niss broke the kiss, gently removing your hands from his face and holding them tenderly as he gazed at you. Numerous thoughts raced through his mind, yet his lips remained silent, leaving you to break the silence.

"Yes", you said softly, a giggle escaping your lips at his bewildered expression, "the answer to the question you wanted to ask me the day before your trial, it is yes."

For the first time, Kar'niss let out a nervous chuckle, it was broken and yet it sounded the same as back then in Menzoberranzan, never failing to melt your heart away.

"It was", his voice cracked, exposing the dread and sorrow hidden within, "we are not the same, we are", he gestured towards the spider part of his body, "broken, not worthy, even less than before."

"Niss", you tenderly brushed a strand of his hair away from his face and tucked it behind his ear, "nothing has changed. I still love you and I would still say yes if you were to ask me now. I don't care how you look, you're my beloved still if you'll have me."

"But we are, we are-"

"Worthy", you finished his sentence, "you've always been."

You pressed your lips against his once more and this time he responded eagerly, his fingers tangling in your hair. Breaking the kiss first, you gasped for breath. You had missed this, missed him, and there was so much lost time to make up for. Kar'niss turned to the side, retrieving something from the floor before taking your hand and clumsily sliding a ring onto your finger with his trembling hands. Your mouth fell open in shock, speechless as you stared at the ring.

"We....I kept it", he placed a kiss on your hand, "never knowing why but it felt important, so we-I held on to it."

You hugged him tightly, pulling him down as you both descended to the ground. Kar'niss placed one hand on the floor beside you, careful not to put too much weight on you with his spider-like lower body. His breath hitched as he felt your legs wrap around his lower torso, urging him closer. Trying his best to keep a neutral expression, his pedipalps delicately caressed your sides, evoking a smile that tugged at the corners of your lips. In that moment, with your beloved lying atop you, his soft hair falling across your face, it felt as if time had stood still and this was just another blissful moment of togetherness like the many you shared in your past. Kar'niss couldn't help but grin, his fangs visible but not detracting from the gentle happiness in his smile. Sensing your mind reaching out to his, he closed his eyes and welcomed you in. This newfound form of intimate communication was something he cherished, as it allowed both of you to share emotions without the need for words.

At first, there was a sense of hesitation and confusion but then it became more apparent to him. The emotion that you were conveying to him was not just a simple connection; it was desire, a longing to be intimately close to him, projecting images of him kissing you. The intensity of your feelings was evident in the quickening of your heartbeat and the heat that emanated from your body as you pressed your hips against his. Overwhelmed by the moment, he let out a deep groan and momentarily lost himself in the embrace, nuzzling his face into the tender skin of your neck and peppering it with gentle kisses. Just as he thought you were about to pull away, thinking that you had come to your senses and were going to reject him, you surprised him by tenderly caressing his cheek.

"Would it hurt you if we...", your voice grew quiet as your gaze darted between your hips and him, "can you still do...this?"

Kar'niss blushed, his fair complexion turning all crimson as he raised his lower body slightly and extended one of his palps towards you. Without hesitation, your hand reached out and delicately caressed it, reconnecting your desires. Overwhelming waves of lust surged through you as you continued to stroke him, his eyes closing as he let out a deep groan. His other palp pressed against your clothed arousal, the desires of both of you intertwining through your connection. Sensing your hesitation, he opened his eyes, afraid that you might reconsider, but instead he felt you shifting beneath him, eager to remove your clothes. Kar'niss took a step back, his hands fumbling eagerly to help you remove your clothing until you were completely exposed beneath him. With a light touch, his hands traced over the contours of your body, careful not to harm you with his sharp claws. He licked his lips hungrily, battling against his inner demons to resist ravishing your body like the savage creature he had become.

"Niss please", you pleaded, echoing the same desperate request you had made in Menzoberranzan when he was about to make love to you for the first time. He lowered himself, positioning his face between your thighs, inhaling the intoxicating scent of your arousal before he eagerly indulged in your wet folds, licking and sucking as if starved for it. Your voice filled the air with sinful moans as you called out his name. It felt heavenly to be touched this way after all this time as you never let anyone close to you after you thought your beloved to be dead. Unable to hold back any longer, you succumbed to the pleasure, your legs trembling as you experienced your first orgasm. Kar'niss let out a primal growl, feeling the intensity of your climax through the deep connection you shared, his desire growing uncontrollable. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you closer and positioning you at the perfect angle. Whispers of a protective spell escaped your lips, hoping it would avoid you being sliced open from the inside as your bodies were not entirely compatible anymore to indulge in these kind of pleasures. One of his palps rested at your dripping entrance as the other was pressed against your clit. The intense connection between your bodies and the shared anticipation in your minds threatened to push Kar'niss over the edge but he restrained himself. He couldn't bear to disappoint you, not when you had willingly come back to him to love him again. Taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed himself inside you, overwhelmed by the pleasure of your tight walls squeezing around one palp and the other teasing your sensitive nub simultaneously. The sensation of him filling you was almost too much to handle, and despite your desire to take all of him, it was simply impossible. Moans escaped both of you in perfect harmony, as if you were synchronised in every way. He momentarily halted his movements, afraid of causing you any pain. You gave him a reassuring nod and he resumed his movements again, slowly thrusting into you. Both of you moaned loudly, the sensation heightened by your shared connection and it didn't take long for you to come undone at the same time. Your walls clenched around him and he growled your name, palp twitching as some liquid silk dripped out of his abdomen. The connection broke and, exhausted, Kar'niss laid down beside you, pulling you close in an affectionate embrace, his face buried in your soft hair, murmuring sweet words of affection. As you both drifted off to sleep, the tranquillity was shattered by piercing screams and the reverberating clash of weapons coming from the lower floors...

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Klaus x Kar'niss - cropped, full version here (heads up for Drider and smut)

(thanks once again for a great prompt @darkurgetrash, stalwart supporter of my boys!)

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Web of faith

Masterlist - BG3 masterlist

Chapters: 1 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Words: 1852

Warnings: smut (18+), violence, trauma, loss

Chapter 2

His deep violet eyes gazed up from between your thighs, dilated pupils filled with desire as he sucked on your clit while lazily pumping two fingers inside you.

"Niss please", you pleaded, moving your hips against his face.

He traced his tongue along your folds before positioning himself above you, the tip of his cock teasingly brushing against your entrance while he slid his fingers into your mouth. You swallowed a moan as you licked your own juices from his digits, casting him a pleading look, hoping he would finally cease his tantalizing torment.

"My tiny goddess of flesh", Kar'niss withdrawing his fingers from your mouth, "I worship you."

He groaned as he felt your wetness dripping onto his throbbing length, his hands tenderly exploring the contours of your naked form beneath him, fingers digging into the supple flesh of your thighs as he drew you closer, pushing himself inside of you with a hard thrust, crying out your name in ecstasy.

Kar'niss panted heavily, his breath mingling with the scent of blood and dust that filled the air of the small room in the inner sanctum of the temple. The wound on the side of his torso throbbed with searing pain but he refused to let it deter him. With every ragged breath he took, he reminded himself of the weight resting on his shoulders. This was no ordinary battle after all; it was a test of Kar'niss' loyalty and devotion to his one true goddess Lolth. He knew that the outcome of this fight would determine not just his fate but yours too. He couldn't bear the thought of disappointing you. You had been waiting for him, counting on him to emerge victorious.

Summoning every ounce of strength he had left, Kar'niss tightened his grip around his dagger. The memory of your encouraging words echoed in his mind, urging him forward. With a blood-curling scream, he lunged at his opponent, his body moving with an almost supernatural grace. The fight was intense, a dance of steel and fury. Each strike he landed was fueled by his unwavering determination to win. His movements were precise, his focus unbreakable. The pain in his side was forgotten as he unleashed his pent-up frustration and anger. Blood dripped from Kar'niss' wounds, mingling with the sweat that poured down his face. His opponent, battered and bloodied, fought back with equal determination. But Kar'niss refused to be defeated. In one last, desperate move, he summoned every ounce of his remaining strength. With a swift and calculated strike, he found his mark. His opponent staggered, eyes wide with disbelief as he fell to the ground. In a matter of seconds, Kar'niss pounced on him, relentlessly plunging his dagger into the opponent's chest time and time again. A guttural scream erupted from Kar'niss, echoing throughout the room. His actions gradually slowed as his mind realised that his opponent was already deceased. It finally dawned on him that he had successfully overcome the first test.

"My devoted warrior, bow before your goddess", a soothing but intimidating female voice spoke from the shadows.

Kar'niss dropped his dagger and fell on his knees, bending down, hands spread flat on the ground, forehead pressed on to the cold stone floor.

"My queen, my goddess, I'm yours", he spoke humbly.

"It is time for your final test, my warrior, you shall prove your loyalty to your undying queen. Are you ready?", she spoke, never leaving the shadows.

"Yes Dark Mother, my Queen of Darkness. I will not fail you", he vowed.

Kar'niss felt empowered, he was determined to succeed in this trial and prove his worthiness in her eyes. He would rise above all obstacles and finally claim you as his own. However, his resolve crumbled when he heard her utter your name, causing a searing pain in his heart.

"Prove your loyalty by eliminating her, and you shall ascend as my warrior", the coldness in her voice made him shudder.

He knew what would happen if he failed, but how could he bring himself to harm you? You were his world, the very reason for his existence. Without you, he would be nothing more than an empty shell, aimlessly drifting through a desolate existence. Would he emerge from this room as Lolth's victorious warrior, only to be condemned to a life of darkness and solitude? Or would he sacrifice himself in order to save you?

"I sense your hesitation," Lolth uttered, finally stepping into the light. The swift clicking of spider legs resonated throughout the chamber as she approached Kar'niss.

Ever so slowly, he raised his head, his gaze fixated on his deity in all her formidable splendor, as she stood there, menacingly towering over him. The dark mother loomed tall, in contrast to her exquisite dark complexion, her eight crimson eyes on her beautiful face pierced through Kar'niss. In her presence, he felt diminished, his eyes wandering from her colossal spider body to the two foremost pairs of spider legs that extended as humanoid arms, eagerly awaiting his response.

"My goddess, I-I-I can't", he wept, tears cascading down his cheeks, "she is my love."

A surge of magic enveloped his body, lifting him off the ground as he floated just above the floor, Lolth's mouth contorted into a cruel grin.

"Then you're nothing to me", she spat.

"I'm worthless, my Queen, end me, I don't have the right to be one of your children", he resigned, hoping she'd grant him a swift end as his final thoughts wandered to you.

He had always longed to share his life with you, but he had failed. He was but a pitiful remnant of a deceased noble family and now abandoned by his goddess. He yearned for death's warm embrace because you, so gracious and kind, deserved much more than him.

"Kill you?", the Spiderqueen chuckled darkly, "oh no, you are worthless but I am nothing but gracious, you wished to be my child but failed. I shall still grant you purpose, sparing you from death to serve me in your penance until you prove yourself worthy of demise."

His eyes widened in sheer terror as a yochlol materialised next to Lolth.

"No no no no", Kar'niss sobbed, "end me, Dark Mother, end me, do not subject me to this!"

"Silence! How dare you make demands to me?!", she bellowed, asserting her authority.

Kar'niss let out a piercing scream as an excruciating agony coursed through his lower limbs, causing his bones to snap and splinter into innumerable fragments under the immense pressure of the spell as it tore at his flesh, causing it to rip apart slowly, transforming into spider-like appendages and a large, ominous gray cephalthorax. A torrent of warm blood streamed down his head as five ebony eyes bore into the left side of his face, fracturing his mind bit by bit as it struggled to adapt to the newly formed eyes and the disintegration of his drow physique, only to be painfully reconstructed anew. Kar'niss whimpered in defeat, the anguish overwhelming him, as he repeatedly uttered your name, his teeth elongating into fangs, his nails sharpening into sharp claws, and his once soft skin liquefying into hardened chitinous plates that now covered the sides of his torso and arms.

And just like that, the pain receded and the enchantment dissipated, causing his recently transformed body to collapse onto the ground. He let out pained groans, muttering incoherent words that intertwined with your name and uncontrollable sobs. He made an effort to rise, but his newfound legs refused to comply with his commands. His palms pressed against the ground, noticing the presence of dark soil instead of the familiar dusty stone. His gaze darted around, wincing at the disturbing images transmitted to his shattered mind by his numerous new eyes. It took him a few moments to grasp the realisation that he was no longer within the temple; Lolth and the demon had vanished, leaving him in the depths of the Underdark. He persisted with his clumsy attempts at walking, stumbling every few steps as he endeavoured to reach a small crevice in the rock. He hoped he could squeeze through it to find refuge from the other denizens of the Underdark, but most importantly, from himself and his thoughts.

He was consumed by shame, his every thought tainted by it, as he huddled in the corner of a small cave he had stumbled upon. Tears streamed down his face as he whimpered and sobbed, his claws desperately scratching at his body in an attempt to rid himself of the spider-like appendages that now plagued him. He had lost everything, and yet fate was unrelenting, refusing to grant him the release of death. Instead, he was cursed to exist in this grotesque form, banished from Menzoberranzan and... you... you were waiting for him, but he'd never pass that temple door, never hold you again. For a fleeting moment, the notion of searching for you crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. He believed that the abomination he had become was unworthy of your love. You deserved more than the pitiful monstrosity he had been transformed into.

Kar'niss lost all sense of time, sobbing uncontrollably and surrendering to his shame and the excruciating agony. Suddenly, his attention was seized by the shuffling of feet. Through a narrow opening, a tall male drow emerged, his eyes a crimson hue. Despite being in the presence of the drider, he offered Kar'niss a gentle smile and extended his hand as if offering assistance.

"Greetings, lost one", he spoke in a soothing tone, "I understand that our people's false deity can be cruel. But fear not, lost one, for my goddess welcomes all and we are equals under her divine rule. You have been chosen as one of her True Souls and you will be lost no more."

Kar'niss watched intently as the drow retrieved a small worm from a glass container and approached him. Instinctively, he tried to retreat but found himself backed against the wall. As the drow released the worm, everything around Kar'niss plunged into darkness.

You paced up and down in front of the temple, your mind racing, desperately waiting for your Kar'niss to step through the doors and greet you with a smile. However, your hopes were dashed as tears welled up in the corners of your eyes when a priestess approached you, shaking her head. You didn't dare ask for details; you knew deep down that your beloved had perished in combat. The weight of despair settled upon you, engulfing you in an overwhelming sense of loneliness. There was nothing you could do to bring them back – no magic, no deity, no one to offer solace. You would never again gaze into those captivating dark purple eyes or feel the comforting embrace of your beloved. They were gone, taken away by death's merciless grip, leaving you adrift in a sea of sorrow.

You vaguely recalled running, but the memory of when you had come to a stop eluded you. As you gradually regained consciousness, your surroundings remained unfamiliar – fleshy walls of an unfamiliar room and within it, a weird mechanical vessel that held you captive. You were trapped on an ilithid ship...

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Conductor, Ringmaster (Klaus x Kar'niss, E)

Following after Trusting, Trusted with this fic which will be a series of lil Drider dates (and smut) as the Circus of The Last Days conducts its tour of the planes, with each chapter a lil vignette/date from another plane.

Part 1 up here. Content Warning for canon accurate drider stuff.