#reader/kith'rak voss

[des-no9]

class in session Reader/Kith'rak Voss 2.8K - E

You're a new sarth under Kith'rak Voss. Fresh blood. And he's going to teach you some respect. ---------------------- “Skipped that lesson,” you say, squeezing Voss’ hand, hard, “for something fun.” He laughs. And it’s low, and something you feel crawl through your hands, underneath your armour, mark leather. “Maybe,” runs tongue along his sharp teeth, walks you backward, “I should fill that hole,” pause, more steps back, “in your studies.” You hear the laughter of other riders in the yard as they watch. The stretch of dragon wings. Yawn of a crushing jaw.

Set when Voss was a lot younger (still an old man dw just under 1k), not long (relatively) after Orpheus was jailed. Enjoy :>

[daisyofwaterdeep]

PLEEEEEEASE WRITE MEAN DOM VOSS you could give him an alien dick. Whatever you want. The stars are hardly the limit

nyohoho thank you for this request, i was losing my mind while writing it (★‿★)

dom!Voss/cisfem!Reader

CW: face fucking, rough sex, pain, dom/sub, paid sex, alien genitalia

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-you go to Sharess' Caress with the express purpose of getting laid. After a few bad dates, you're desperate to forget yourself for a bit

-You had never seen a githyanki before, but you know enough about them to know what the man is when you see him

-He's not drinking, not chatting. Just standing there, sharp copper eyes silently observing the patrons around him

-If he's not here to socialize, then surely he's here as a worker...right?

-You approach him, feeling so small and vulnerable under his intense gaze. You stumble over your words as you ask him if he's currently available to provide...services

-Voss is weary when a human approaches him, but as she blushes and stutters out her words, Voss finds himself feeling...something. He should be offended that she thought he was a common prostitute, that a flimsy istik would think they could approach him so casually for something so sordid

-But instead, he decides that this could be beneficial for him. Clearing his mind with a night of vigorous intercourse could be advantageous, and acquiring some funds at the same time? Tactically speaking, it's quite a good situation

-And, he has to admit, breaking a pretty human like you is an appealing thought

-He leans close to your ear, his breath surprisingly cool against your skin

-"Do you know what you're getting yourself into, little girl?"

-You don't, not at all, and the chilled, intimate tone of his voice makes you even more uncertain. But Gods, you can smell him like this, metal and sweat and something distinctly vicious, strong...it makes your stomach drop and your skin break out in chills. You nod

-Voss goes to the front counter, and the next thing you know, you're alone in a rented room with him

-He walks toward the center of the room, and you can hear the sound of buckles and leather moving as his arms work in front of him. The leather guard around his hips falls to the ground before he turns back to you. His lithe green thighs are exposed, and you can see his underwear-- a strappy black number that just barely covers his essentials

-"Come."

-You walk forward and stop in front of him

-"Kneel."

-You obey. With him right in front of you like this, you can really smell him. Sweat, spent adrenaline, and that undefinable but unmissable scent of masculinity. His copper eyes command your undivided attention as he pulls at a black leather strap, unraveling his underwear and releasing his cock

-It's as long and lean as the rest of him, a slightly darker shade than his body with black mirrored spots along the thickest point of his base that scatter into a larger pattern across his hips. The tip is tapered to a fleshy point, and you can see his cockslit is longer and deeper than a human's, about three centimeters starting from his tip and going along the top of his length. With it's position, his precum oozes into a small pool created by his puffy slit, making your mouth water

-You expect another command-- something as short and succinct as the others, 'suck' or 'open' or maybe even 'worship it', but instead, strong fingers wrap around the back of your head before pulling your hair tightly and forcing you forward. You have no other choice but to open and take him in

-Much like his breath, his cock is surprisingly cool. And the taste of his precum is also different than what you know-- it has the same salty base, but there's a metallic tang to it, almost making it sour. You wonder if it's a Githyanki thing, or a him thing

-You roll your tongue around the tapered tip, lapping at the long, swollen slit and dipping into it as far as you can. You look up at him as you do so, wondering if his expression will change. He's watching you, but he looks exactly the same-- still hard, focused, indiscernable. Either he's used to having his dick sucked, or he's well trained in keeping his composure. You wonder which it is.

-Voss lets you have your fun for a minute or so. When you had seen his dick, it was clear that he was your first Githyanki. In fairness, he would be surprised if you had taken one before-- Githyanki don't make habits of sleeping with Istik. He lets you explore him, mouth meltingly hot against his length as your tongue prods and laps and explores. Pleasant heat fills his stomach, but it's not enough....he needs more

-Without warning, he bucks his hips into your mouth, forcing his length to the back of your throat. You gag harshly, hands going up to grip at his thighs, but he's so much stronger than you. All you can do is fight to not vomit as he begins thrusting fast and vicious into your mouth. He uses the hand in your hair to bob your head in time with his humping, and all you can do is gurgle out exclamations that get lost in the sloppy sounds of your saliva being pushed deep in your throat. Even as tears cloud your vision and drool runs down your chin, the man still looks completely unperturbed. If it weren't for his hard cock assaulting you, you would think that he wasn't even turned on

-But Voss is turned on, very much so. The way you immediately crumble into tears and choked noises arouses him. You're just so weak, but even if you're in distress, you don't try to fight him. You could easily sink your teeth into his cock, you could scratch at his thighs, and yet you take him. You want to be dominated by him, to please him, and he's happy to oblige

-When he finally pulls your head back, you're an absolute mess-- gasping for air, coughing, cheeks ruddy and tear-streaked. He slaps his drool-slicked cock against your cheek, face still completely unreadable as he looks down at you

-"Undress."

-You obey with shaky limbs as he stands there watching. He doesn't move to take anything off, but you suppose he doesn't need to-- this isn't about exploring bodies, about intimacy. His spit-slick cock is out, and that's all he needs

-As soon as you step out of your underwear, a strong hand grabs you by the arm and spins you around. Cold armor presses into your back, and you feel his cock against the cleft of your ass. That cool breath is at your ear again

-"You'll take what I give you. Understood?"

-You nod, body jittery and heart hammering. With how severe the man is, you wonder if the forceful words are as close to a consent check as he's capable

-Before you've even finished nodding, a strong hand wraps around your thigh and lifts it, making you gasp and lean back into the Githyanki for balance as you're left standing on one foot

-And then he's in you. There's no playful sliding against your entrance, no buildup to the big moment--he just enters you with a brutal jerk of his hips, his full length slamming inside and stretching you full with a searing pain

-You choke out a wounded noise that quickly rises into a slew of whimpers as he begins fucking you with all the blind need of a dog mounting it's bitch. The curve of his metal armor bites into your skin and his nails dig deeply into your soft flesh as his breaths pick up against your ear, the smallest shiver of a groan under his heavy exhales

-"Are you this wet from tasting my cock?" There's a strain to his voice, the first betrayal of just how much this is affecting him, "Are you so pathetic, ah, that you desire to be used like this?" He growls low in his throat, "To be dominated?"

-You can hardly understand what he's breathing against your neck-- it's all you can do to not topple over and cry with just how overwhelming it all is. The thick slide of his cock, again and again, as deep as it can go, as fast and as hard as it can go. It hurts, it burns, but it also feels fucking phenomenal. This, right now, is what the word 'fucking' was invented for. Because this isn't sex--this is animalistic, brutal, savage fucking

-A particularly deep plunge has his pointed cock tip pressing against your cervix and the sudden bolt of pain turns your stomach and makes you cry out, the knee keeping you standing giving out

-Rather then catch you, the Githyanki releases your thigh and lets you crumble to the floor. Your pussy aches and clenches around nothing as you catch your breath, grateful for the opportunity to to collect yourself

-But it's short lived, because those strong hands are shoving your face down and forcing you on your knees, ass up, and then he's inside you again

-The new angle lets him pound you harder and faster, a feat you didn't think was possible. All you can do is hiccup out pathetic noises as your body takes the rough impact of his hips again and again, your pussy clenching around his cock and drawing pleased groans from the man

-The new angle also has his cock practically beating into your g-spot. Any pain you might feel--the floor grinding into your knees, your cheek smashed against the wood, his nails viciously raking down your back--none of it matters in the face of the pleasure that's assaulting you in thick, overwhelming waves

-Your orgasm comes as a surprise to you--it happens all at once, your throat constricted around a half shout as your entire body locks up and shakes. You can feel your pussy tighten around his cock and he hisses in response, hips forgoing their full-length thrusts for quick, shallow ones

-He begins talking, his voice a rushed, low whine as he speaks in his mother tongue. You have no idea what he's saying, but can feel the weight of the words, the way he stresses syllables with particularly rough thrusts, the way he fluctuates between whispers and groans as he speaks

-He thrusts once more into you before stilling, pressing the full weight of himself against your ass, burying himself as deep as he can as you feel heat flood inside you. As tired as your body is, you still dutifully clench around him, milking him through his orgasm as he lets out a long, satisfied moan

-Even though he's surely sensitive, he pumps himself a few more times inside of you to chase the last dregs of his climax before finally pulling out. You can feel his semen and your juices dribbling from your abused cunt and down your thighs

-Now that the hard edge of desire has subsided, you're not sure what's going to happen. You sit up, embarrassed to find your cheek sticky with drool. You wipe at it as you turn around to look at him. Even though he definitely got heated, you didn't get to see his face during any of it. Sadly though, he's still as inscutable as ever, looking at you levelly.

-You mumble out something about getting his money as you look around the floor for your discarded clothes, but he grabs your wrist and raises an eyebrow

-"Did I say I was finished with you?" He looks over your bare body cursorily before pulling the both of you to your feet. "We're done when I say we're done."

-It's then that you notice that his cock is still stiff-- once again, you don't know if it's a Githyanki thing, or if this man is just incredible

-Either way, you don't complain as you're dragged over to the bed for another round

[moonselune]

hello again! Hope your inbox isn’t too full. When you get to this, take your time btw, can we have a lil scene where gith!bard!dancer!tav and laezel head off to the tears w/ voss and orpheus and they like “hes a weird ass motherfucker—he’s dancing? What a dumb—oh my god he’s slaughtering—HOLY SHIT HES GUTTING—*SON OF A BITCH HES MASSACRRING*”

Aw I love this

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Lae'zel x Gith!Bard!Dancer!reader | Look at him go

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The battlefield ahead would be unlike any other, a treacherous space teeming with Githyanki soldiers loyal to Vlaakith. Lae'zel was focused, her eyes alight with determination. By her side, you, her lover, prepared for the coming fight in your own unique way.

Kith'rak Voss and Prince Orpheus, both seasoned warriors, stood nearby, their expressions hardening as they took stock of the battlefield. They had already voiced their doubts about you considering your background as a bard and a dancer. They found your presence and profession strange for a warrior. You could almost hear their thoughts: A dancer? What use could he possibly be in battle?

As you all graced the battlefield on the legendary Tears of Selûne, you took a deep breath and began your routine. Music emanated from your lute, enchanted to play melodies that bolstered the spirits of your allies. You moved with grace, each step a precise and practiced motion that seemed to defy the urgency of war. Voss glanced at Orpheus, a skeptical look in his eyes.

"Is he… dancing?" Voss muttered, incredulous. Orpheus' brow furrowed, but he remained silent, waiting to see what would unfold.

Lae'zel stood by your side, her faith in you unwavering. She knew the depth of your skill, both in music and combat. As you danced, your movements began to change, growing sharper, more deliberate. The Githyanki soldiers approached, their weapons drawn, ready to cut down any who opposed them.

In an instant, your dance transformed. With a flourish, you spun, drawing hidden blades from your attire. The transition from dancer to warrior was seamless, almost mesmerizing. Your blades flashed in the light, and the first soldier fell, his throat slit before he even realized what had happened.

Voss's eyes widened. "What the—"

"Focus!" Lae'zel barked, slicing through another enemy, her movements perfectly synchronized with yours.

You continued your deadly dance, each step a calculated strike, each spin a lethal flourish. Your blades moved in a blur, cutting down enemies with a precision that left Voss and Orpheus speechless. The battlefield became your stage, the enemy soldiers your unwitting partners in this gruesome ballet.

Orpheus, finally shaken from his stupor, shouted orders to his troops. "Form ranks! Cover them!"

But you needed no cover. You moved through the ranks of the enemy like a phantom, your dance both mesmerizing and terrifying. The soldiers hesitated, their confidence wavering as they faced this unexpected whirlwind of death.

"He's… slaughtering them," Voss said, his voice tinged with awe and disbelief. "How is this possible?"

Lae'zel, amidst her own brutal combat, glanced at you with pride. "He is a bard, a dancer, and a warrior. Underestimate him at your peril."

Your blades continued their deadly arc, and soon the battlefield was littered with the bodies of your foes. The remaining soldiers, seeing the carnage, began to retreat, their morale shattered. You paused, catching your breath, the music of your lute still playing a haunting, victorious melody.

Voss approached, his expression a mix of respect and astonishment. "I've never seen anything like that. You… you truly are remarkable."

You sheathed your blades and gave a small, respectful bow, your eyes meeting Lae'zel's. She stepped forward, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"We are victorious," she said, her voice filled with pride and affection. "Thanks to you."

Orpheus nodded, still processing what he had just witnessed. "Your skills are… unparalleled. We owe this victory to you, bard."

You smiled, knowing that you had earned their respect, which meant you couldn't help but add "And dancer, I didn't do all those years of schooling just to be called 'bard'"

Lae'zel elbowed you in the side, perhaps you had gone a bit far in testing their acceptance but you couldn't help but smile, oh this was going to be a fun revolution.

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Hope you all enjoyed this ! Semi sleep deprived whilst writing this so any errors please lmk xx - Seluney xoxo

[des-no9]

TW NON-CON

some WIP thursday lmao

“You plan to keep this one” the gish had said to Kith’rak Voss, running two fingers over the welts deep and dark on the tieflings skin, the handprints twisted to wire around her throat; broken wings on her thighs.  Teeth marks above her cunt a crown. Voss did like to eat.  Feast, before he devoured. Voss didn’t really keep slaves. Pieces of them, maybe. Trophies scattered over the floor of his tent, some brought back to Tu’narath and placed on the Prince’s shelves, his own, in a strange mosaic of remembrance. Or just a piece of every Plane to coalesce at the centre of everything. All Planes lead to the Astral Sea; all blood bleeds to Tu’narath; all flesh tears between my teeth. “Fix her,” was all he said, twisting a clean strip of leather around his arms, hands. His long, brown-red hair was loose, a chunk on the floor by his feet that she’d pulled out.

finally....managed to write something. it's felt like 15 years.....

[des-no9]

Would love to take some githyanki short fic requests if anyone wants 💜

[des-no9]

got some inspiration to write a short reader/Voss, but here Voss is young. As in, less than 1k. :3

[des-no9]

Des' Masterpost

Hey I'm Des <3 Old. Writer, artist, sometimes cosplayer.

I write a lot about githyanki, their lore, culture and language from their beginnings, to now. I focus a lot on their 5e and BG3 verses, whilst expanding it into my own verses and HCs.

I mostly centre my writing around Kith'rak Voss and Prince Orpheus, and their relationship with my Tav, Vanquish.

Fics

Writing Tag // My AO3

Tales of the Forgotten Prince, his Closest Blade and The Breaker of Chains series - fics following the relationships of Kith'rak Voss, Prince Orpheus and Vanquish from the beginnings of the githyanki, to the events of BG3 and beyond.

Vanquish's diary during BG3

Vanquish - deliberate and deep Vanquish's journal entries following significant and poignant moments of her journey in BG3 connected to Kith'rak Voss, Orpheus and Lae'zel.

My /reader fics

Orpheus/Reader - godless grace You're Prince Orpheus' saviour. And tonight he's going to thank you. Kith'rak Voss/Reader - class in session You're a new sarth under Kith'rak Voss. Fresh blood. And he's going to teach you some respect.

Cyberpunk AU setting and premise

Interactive novels

I've written a short interactive novel where you can meet Prince Orpheus for the first time as three different githyanki.

Play here - who are you, to the Prince?

WIPs

I'm also currently writing another two interactive novels! One where you can fuck the one the only Kith'rak Voss in three unique scenarios, and the other which will be finished first where you can interview Vanquish, Voss and Prince Orpheus.

Any updates and chatter about it here will be posted in the tag #interactive voss and #interactive novel

Art Tag

My short comics: The Space Between - about Orpheus/Voss and grief HO - about Orpheus' tattoos Beast - about being in love with danger Second Hand Love - about sharing love and falling in love because of who we love Sha Va Zai - about the meaning of love to Kith'rak Voss Var'cha - about Kith'rak Voss finding comfort in an unexpected place

Githyanki Worldbuilding and Language -My dictionary of created gith/tir words -HCs on the githyanki language drift and words of affection -On Gith the Liberator, Vlaakith I, and Zerthimon -My re-design and explanation of most of Orpheus' tattoos -My githyanki gential HCs -Githyanki and their culture of dance -Thoughts on young Voss -The meaning of istik and mla'ghir to Vanquish, Voss, Orpheus -Orpheus and language adjustment

About Vanquish

OTP: Adilshar (Vanquish/Voss) Vanquish and Voss in 5 mins (X)

OT3: The Prince, The Blade, and The Breaker of Chains (Vanquish/Voss/Orpheus)

My Kith'rak Voss cosplay My Vanquish cosplay My tir'su and Van/Voss tattoo

Where else you can find me:

Twitter Bluesky Tip me on Ko-Fi My Patreon Tip Jar My Strawpage

[des-no9]

So I'm writing a little interactive erotic novel (involving Kith'rak Voss). But I'm at that point where I have to really make a definitive decision if I want the reader to decide what genitals they have, or not give that choice and just write the reader's genitals as vague and non descriptive as possible.

Of course, one option will give me a lot more work, but I'm just curious how much more enjoyment people would get out of it, if at all. Or it just doesn't really matter.

any additional thoughts welcome in the tags!

[des-no9]

Des' fav BG3 fics...so far

Inspired by @mightymizora gonna do a small post of my fav BG3 fics so far with a couple of comments as reviews. I mean, most of my target audience has seen them I'm sure (our githyanki corner is small) but if you're ever interested in Voss and Orpheus and haven't read these yet, please enjoy <3

All of them are one shots, however my Orpheus/Voss/Vanquish fics are part of a series that spans from young Orpheus and Voss, during in-game Acts and eventually to post BG3 and the githyanki rebellion.

first among many Tav(Vanquish)/Kith'rak Voss 5k; E

When Voss visits their camp, revealing his and the githyanki's truths, Vanquish asks him to stay. For Lae'zel's sake, or her own?

"so do you want my first born? or maybe all my mortal possessions? my money? my entire life? nothing i have could possibly come close to repaying you for this absolutely delectable meal you’ve given us" "Well, now I have a new fixation. Thank you, this was wonderful."

V. Tav(Vanquish)/Kith'rak Voss 10k; E

Where a few weeks after her first night with Kith'rak Voss, her guardian pulls back the curtain and reveals all, and Vanquish makes an impulsive nightcall to Kith'rak Voss at Sharess' Caress.

"Never again apologize for something being "too long", you. I was lamenting my scroll bar nearing the end of the page well before any words actually ceased." "This is INTENSE. Vanquish and Voss are once again fantastic together in all their complicated sexy ambiguity.......but last of all: I love both the art and the dictionary! The created phrases and tir'su drawings add so much to what is already a fantastic fic."

the one who bleeds Orpheus/Voss 4k; E

A snapshot of young Orpheus and Voss and a look into their lives, the meaning of Orpheus' tattoos, and what it means to be the one who bleeds.

"Such poetry, my god, everything about this was dreamlike and wonderful, absolutely fantastic!" "This absolutely bangs. What a beautiful prose style! I love how it evokes the rhythms we hear in Tir’su......Absolutely thrilling to read."

godless grace Orpheus/Reader 5k; E

You're Prince Orpheus' saviour. And tonight he's going to thank you.

"Oh gosh, this one had me equally enthralled and on edge....You continue to write infatuation with Gith so beautifully, and I am here for it!" "I have read this several times just, enjoyment the whole way through. Finding words for this feels important, yet keysmashing in glee has been most of what I've had until now.......Gods. I really appreciate your attention to detail. It makes these works so much more toothsome and whole."

personal show Tav(Vanquish)/The Emperor (and the unwilling guest, Orpheus) 1.3k; E

Where Vanquish and The Emperor give the chained Orpheus a personal show.

"heellloooo!! i’m going insane" "what the hell dude this is POETRY so good <333 thank you for blessing this world with this fic"

[des-no9]

If you're still doing the get to know your fic writer, 26 and 55!

26: Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Two for very different reasons.

For BG3: godless grace - Orpheus/Reader I hadn't written a proper /reader in years and it felt SO out of my comfort zone and I was legit terrified writing this. I don't read /readers at all. I have enjoyed writing them in the past because they bring people joy and I love that !!! But...this was a wild ride for me because I loved writing it and reading it lmao. It awakened something in me and made me appreciate /readers a little bit more.

Also it's extremely horny and helped me characterise Orpheus more through sex and how he treats his partners and istiks during sex :>

For my other fandoms (this ones JJBA pt5): i should have never asked for black leather - Prosciutto/Mista I cried a LOT writing this fic. Like. It was an unbelievable emotional rollercoaster. I wrote all 15k words in like 5 days in an intense emotional journey and it was probably one of my most memorable writing experiences that created one of my most poignant and powerful fics, I think.

55: Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

For BG3, no surprise but probably Kith'rak Voss. He's my blorbo. My husband my love of my life my no-one else can kill me but you.

But, he's also one, maybe the oldest, githyanki we know of (alongside Orpheus) and that just makes me a little insane trying to conceptualise and understand that. Trying to get inside the head of someone like that.

Things like: his journey of change - himself and his people identity - when do you just become that which you pretend you are holding onto a sliver of the love and affection crushed in his people - what does that mean getting back the love of your life who has been in a strange stasis while you were forced to move on, change balancing brutality, desire, kindness -and the list goes on lmao.

And maybe swayed by my readers. Because there aren't many of us haha! And those who do read my fics with Voss in them really do appreciate it and love him and have told me they enjoy how I portray him a lot so it means a hell of a lot.