#oh Sorn you kinky man

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BG3 FicFeb NSFW - Day 6

Technically it's past midnight my time but you'll forgive me for being late won't you? I'd say I'll make it worth your while, but I know what I just wrote~ Smut below the cut and CW for really bad sex, the worst most awkward sex, but trust me there's a reason.

Day 6 - Tav/Durge Spends the Night with the Drow Twins

Tav was…curious. She had found plenty of partners across Faerun so far, and indulged in many a delightful encounter. From her most beloved elves who held her heart in their hands as surely as her body, to a devil and his incubus, even a mindflayer - visiting a drow in a brothel seemed almost scandalously plain. And that’s exactly what was interesting about it now.

The madam had offered some generous discounts, and although she had almost brought Halsin and Astarion with her, the former had made time for a quiet chat. His concern for that latter not unfounded. Astarion might be slowly healing, becoming more confident and reclaiming pleasure for himself, but he was not ready for an orgy with the drow. The courage of his words were a poor match for the reality of his heart.

And so Tav strolled into the lounge alone. “A new face! Looking for another chapter of dirty lore for your autobiography?” Sorn’s greeting was dripping with seduction, but it only brought a laugh bubbling up from Tav. “Has something entertained you, dear?” 

“Have you read it?” She managed, through another burst of giggles. 

“Read what?” His eyebrow raised further, somewhere between annoyed and perplexed. 

“My autobiography - well it’s more like a diary, really, but Volo wants me to publish it later.” She pulled it from her bag. “Here, take a look - I’d love to hear what an expert makes of my little adventures.” 

“Well if it’s an expert you want, you have certainly come to the right place.” The drow smiled, the expression soon dropping to one of bewildered amazement as he thumbed through the pages. Each was filled with neat handwriting, detailing the rather explicit encounters Tav had found across the Sword Coast so far. “Good gods, that title was no joke - this really is a “Guide to Fucking Across Faerun” alright. A vampire, a cambion - no, wait, two cambions, a mindflayer… You…you had sex with an incubus and lived?!”

Tav wasn’t sure if he was horrified, impressed, jealous, or some blend of all three, but she couldn’t help but smirk as she took the book back from his hands. “I can introduce you to them, if you like, but they might be a little much even for you.” 

“Well, dear,” he cleared his throat, trying to regain a little of his composure and reputation, “I am usually sought out for being the more adventurous choice here. My sister is unfortunately preoccupied this afternoon, but I assure you my Menzoberranzan Love Trick is not to be missed. Come hither, I have a room upstairs. Perhaps when you are satisfied, I might be permitted to read a few more of those saucy details~” 

“We’ll see.” She smiled, handing over the coin without another word and following his subtly swaying hips up the stairs to the private room.

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Once inside, she beckoned the drow close, whispering directly into his pointed ear with a voice dripping with sarcastic lust. “Let’s have the most boring sex imaginable.” 

He stepped back, a slight blush rising in blue-grey cheeks, red eyes sparkling with renewed interest. “Oh, you are sinful…it isn’t often I’m surprised by a request.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to bore you with something mundane like BDSM or an orgy.”

“Perish the thought, this will be interesting…” He moved closer, at first beginning to touch her with experienced hands that knew all the right places until he caught her eye and remembered - it would take effort to be bad at something he was clearly an expert in. 

Tav moved her head the wrong way three times as they attempted to kiss, finally meeting with a clash of teeth and the most horrifyingly slobbery tangling of tongues that she could imagine. Sorn’s hands grasped clumsily at the fastenings of her outfit, tugging in the wrong directions even as they continued to awkwardly mash their faces together.

“Oh my dear, I adore how your breasts bounce so boobily when I toy with them~” He crooned, mashing his palms against her chest with all the grace and finesse of an ogre attempting fine embroidery. “Yes, I can tell how much you love it, kitten, you are so very bad.” 

Tav gave as good as she got, faking the most ridiculous moans she could muster, clumsily stumbling back towards the bed as his tongue caressed her neck like an over-excited dog finding its favourite toy. “Yes, just like that, lay me down so I can stare up at you blankly and refuse to move a muscle.” She did at least shuffle off her clothes for him before laying down.

He followed suit, hovering over her before making a mess of her chest with his mouth this time, his hands pressing her legs apart with clumsy haste until he could plunge a single finger inside. All idea of technique was nowhere to be seen, one digit thrusting with only speed as the goal. “Oh you like that, don’t you, kitten? You like how fast I can go, are you going to call out my name for me?” 

“Yes!” She cried, in an exaggerated show of complete fake pleasure. “More, harder, go on!” 

He continued a while, until Tav’s chest was cold and damp from saliva. It wasn’t particularly pleasurable for her, but seeing the drow fully indulge and enjoying himself was a satisfaction of its own. If she were honest, she didn’t have a great lust that needed sating tonight. It was simply nice to have the promise of a quiet bed to rest in when they were done, an interesting story to tell, and hopefully some actually fascinating conversations once the curtains closed on this little act. 

Still, by the time he positioned himself above her, entering with at least a little warmed oil to make up for the lack of arousal, there was a base feeling of pleasure from being filled. His now quiet voice above her, still in the performance of an amateur refusing to voice any hint of enjoyment from the act, was gratifying in its own way. 

She could feel, through the plain thrusts that lacked proper rhythm, bodies awkwardly colliding like the first time she had fumbled with an inexperienced lover, that he was genuinely in the heat of the moment. Given his profession, and his rather bold claims, this really did seem to be the most devious and sinful sex he could’ve imagined. 

It didn’t even last long, as Sorn suddenly and quietly announced his end, allowing her just a bare moment to put on the same overt and dramatic fake panting and wailing. As soon as he was finished, he lay down beside her, pale hair a mess on the pillow behind him.

“That was…incredible.” He smiled, a genuine expression now rather than the charm he put on in the bar for the clients. “I would almost suggest that I roll over and sleep loudly for the rest of the night, but truth be told that would be doing you a disservice. Come, let me at least thank you properly over in the bath, then we can talk more about your adventures and this incubus friend of yours.” Tav grinned, standing to follow him across the room. “Haarlep? Oh I think you’re going to get along perfectly. You see, there’s this deal they can offer you…”