#screenshot by @veneum-cadaverinus

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Eyes on Fire

Gortash x F! Dark Urge

18+ complicated feelings, combat, adrenaline, power play, sadomasochism, dry humping, breast worship (m!), choking, marking, humiliation kink, p-in-v, just a smidge of tenderness

The visage of the Archduke won't leave her, and itching for blood, his favorite assassin is about to pay the Lord a very welcome visit...

Masterlist

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This could not continue.

The way he looked at her was haunting her. It was a mistake in hindsight to confront him alone, but as they drew closer to the city small flickers of memory sparked. She had traveled these roads of that she was certain, smells, sounds drawing back.

The name was familiar in a hazy, frustrated way. Karlach's mouth forming it with appropriate spite. But it stirred something half formed inside her. Muffled and far away, but undeniable.

It wasn't until they entered the town proper, and she caught sight of a peeling poster that she got some clarity.

Her eyes were glued to the portrait. Karlach's venomous bark of a laugh shocking her out of her trance.

"Wow, that's generous alteration." Ripping the poster down, only leaving a white layer of fuzzy torn paper. "He fucking wishes."

She blinked. Even with the inaccuracies of the portrait, quick flipping pages of memory of that face played over the backs of her eyelids.

"You okay, soldier?" Karlach offered, hand strong on her shoulder.

"Yeah," She shuddered. "Just thinking about all we have to do."

Not entirely a lie. She had made up her mind to go alone right there. Karlach would get her revenge, trust. But she needed to do this on her own.

When his eyes had met hers at the coronation, they lit up with unmistakable adoration. The way he spoke to her, low and nearly gentle, but still with that air of malice. He was one of the first people to actually take the time to explain her past to her. And his information, much to her dismay, was priceless for unraveling the knotted tapestry of her past.

She paced in her tent. A dog in a kennel circling. Dagger hand spinning a blade in irritation.

No, this wouldn't do.

Sneaking out was commonplace for her at this point, often preferring to be out of camp at night. After Alfira, she had lost confidence in her self-control, and sleep just became another enemy. Honestly, she wondered if her companions felt the same. If they were comforted to have her away during sleeping hours.

It didn't take her long to find a Steel Watch centurion patrolling through a low Rivington street.

"Hey!"

The centurion turned, towering over her.

"Citizen. What do you need assista-"

"Yeah, yeah, cute..." She waved her hand dismissively. "Hey, tell your boss I want to talk. Alone."

The centurion shifted, sputtering and releasing to new control. That vexing baritone voice emitting from its chest.

"Where and when?" He crooned.

"Here and now. If you can catch me, Enver." She hissed, not able to restrict the smile smearing her face.

Before it could react, she darted under the centurion's legs and took off like a shot towards the fortress.

She heard his laugh faintly as she ducked through the street in a whip of hair. Releasing her body to adrenaline felt so right, unbuckling the blades at her hips.

She was itching for blood, but as she approached, the Fist only stepped aside. Leaving her path clear, straight to him.

His voice, still inside the Watch calling out. "This one is mine. Let her through."

Sprinting through the grand hall, she pulled her twin blades from their prisons. Flipping them eagerly as she darted up the stairs, the beginnings of the coronation hall filling her vision.

As soon as she crossed the threshold, a hand grabbed her by her long braid from behind, wrenching her to a stop. A knee kicked into the base of her spine.

The force caused her to drop her blades, only winded for a second before she clasped her hands and drove her elbow back with all of her force into his ribcage.

His hand released her braid with a loud gulp of air. She swept his leg and circled to kick his knee forward for good measure.

Gortash fell on one knee, laughing with what little air he had. Arms suddenly rocketing back and gripping the back of her shirt as she leaned forward to wrestle him to the ground.

In impressive strength, he flipped her over his body. Slamming her down into the marble floor in front of him.

She saw stars, back landing hard into the fall. Could feel a rib or two crack, groaning in pleasure.

"Thank the Gods, you haven't changed." He panted. Catching her mouth in a flipped ravenous kiss.

She moaned into him, gripping dark hair in her fist.

His taste, brandy and chewed peppermint, something she had longed for without realizing.

His clawed hands holding her head in place as he feasted, the bite of metal welcome against her flushed skin. The soft sounds he pushed into her mouth so desperately making her hips roll.

He kicked away her blades, forcing her dagger hand under her back as he flipped and straddled over her. So he did know her well.

She fought against his hold, a wicked smile splitting his face. Forcing between her legs and grinding his hard cock viciously into her center.

Her head fell back, his intended outcome. Mouth diving onto her neck, sucking and biting into the soft flesh.

"You always did need some taming before we fucked." He chuckled against her saliva slicked throat. A tapestry of bruises already spreading.

"What makes you think I won't kill you?" She panted, traitorous hips rolling into his.

"Oh, I hope you haven't given up on that." He encouraged. "It's so much more fun when you draw blood."

She smiled and wrapped her strong thighs around his knees, using her core to rise up and crack her forehead into his.

"Fuck!" He shouted, falling back. A trickle of blood dripping down his face.

She moaned in the back of her throat, licking it up in a flat pull of her tongue.

His blood tasted just as good as she remembered, the copper and salt savoring on her tongue.

Her hand snapped down on his throat, grinding hard into him with unrestrained rolls of her hips. Eyes fluttering up into her eyelids as she lost herself in the sensation.

He gripped onto her hips, watching her through lidded eyes. One clawed hand ripping her shirt down the middle in harsh yanks.

His hips stuttered against hers when her breasts sprung free, pupils blown wide with lust.

"Fuck..." He hissed, reaching up to palm the round flesh into his hand.

She knocked his hand away, pinning it down under her knee. Rising onto them, just to crush his hand under her weight.

He twisted in pain, gasping. Back arching instinctually as his body tried to pull him free.

"Arching your back already for me?" She smiled, leaning forward and applying more pressure on his throat as her dagger hand undid the ties of his trousers. "How embarrassing."

He fisted her dress in his free hand, a smile visible on his upturned face.

As soon as his cock sprung free she leaned back, her bare cunt sliding viciously against it.

He gasped out, the slightest whimper in the back of his throat.

Oh she wanted to hear that again.

She pushed his shirt up to his clavicle, pinching and rolling a nipple between her fingers. His fist slammed down onto the floor when she took the other into her hot mouth. Slurping the hard bud with a pulsing tongue.

She got her reward, choppy pleading whimpers. His hips writhed, silently begging her to let him inside.

Content to torment him more, she nibbled down on the peak. "Funny, you always have your chest out." She hummed, dragging her fingernails in hard lines down his chest. "Like your begging to have your tits sucked."

He groaned in response, cock twitching against the languid grind of her cunt. Precum spilling onto the tone of his belly.

She smiled, gripping his pecs in both hands. "Oh you like that, don't you?"

She laved flat stripes up and down his engorged peaks, saliva dripping down his ribcage.

"Ah-!" He moaned, trying to still his hips.

"Ohhh," She cheshire smiled. "Are you about to cum, Enver?" Her hips not stopping one bit.

"Before I've even taken you inside? Are you going to cum all over yourself like a bitch in heat? How humiliating."

She stopped her hips entirely, rising back on knees. Leaving his leaking cock cold and bothered.

He whined, eyes clenched shut.

"Look at me, dog." She commanded.

His eyes shot open, finding hers. Lips falling apart. Face dumb with lust.

"Good boy." She smiled, pushing her fingers into his mouth.

He sucked down eagerly, tongue swirling around the pads of her fingers.

"Very good boy." She moaned, finally teasing the head of his cock into her entrance.

His hips bucked and she forced her fingers down his throat roughly in response. He barely gagged and she couldn't help but be impressed.

"You'll behave or you'll get nothing." She promised, rising back up.

His hands clasped under his lower back as a peace offering.

"Better." She hummed, and without warning, slammed him inside of her to the hilt.

His eyes shot to the back of his head, back arching and twisting to the side. Mouth opening around her fingers to cry out.

Her hand slid back down to his throat, other pushing on his lower belly, holding him in place. Her hips rising and falling in slow malicious waves.

She moved entirely at the pace she felt like, his hips straining up against her hand. Using his body as her own personal fucktoy.

He was a delicious sight under her, chest marked and slick, face crumpled in pleasure, held in place by his brusing throat. Clearly holding back his orgasm with all of his might.

She bounced hard a few times just to torment him then slowed back down to her own pace. His body tremoring in restraint.

"I could go for sooo much longer, how about you Enver?" She mocked, fingers flexing in an arc along his throat.

His eyes met hers in desperation. Face flushed with his effort.

"Say please, and I'll let you cum inside me." She hummed.

He bit his lip, a spiteful smile crossing his lips.

"Please..." He purred, voice only gravel and heat.

She smiled and pushed hard on his lower belly, anchoring herself, and began slamming up and down onto him.

His head fell back, and she gripped into his hair and brought it back up. Staring hard into him.

He leaned up, bending his knees. Wrapping his arms strong around her back. Eyes held in hers. That softness returning.

She slowed her hips to a roll, lost in him for a moment. The clear awe in his face spellbinding her.

No, she had to remember herself.

Pulling the dagger strapped to her thigh, she plunged it in his shoulder.

He froze, eyes meeting the hilt, then rolling back hard into his head.

He gripped into her undone braid as he came. Shuddering hard as he flooded her, voice stolen except for hitching whining gasps. Hips pushing up in stuttering pulses.

She pulled her blade out slowly, moaning low in her chest. Catching the silk pull of blood in her mouth. Lapping greedily at the wound.

He cupped her head to him, trying to catch his breath. Still seated deep inside her. Resting his head against hers. "You came back to me." He murmured, mostly to himself.

The tears that prickled at her eyes broke her indulgence. Rising off of him, hating the longing that her heart held without her input.

His hand trailed down her long hair as she pulled away, bringing it to his nose before she stood.

She shook the blood off of her dagger with an instinctive flick of her wrist. "I'm not who you think I am."

He smiled, eyes challenging that statement with a pointed glance at the unconscious movement she just made.

"Doubtful, but thank you for the new scar. It will go well with the others." A flash of knowing moving over his eyes as her eyes traveled, searching for more of her claims.

"I detest you." She tried for venomous, but it only widened his smile.

"Oh, I did miss this."

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[secret-smut-sideblog]

I desperately need more dom gale

Plssssss

ok since you asked so niceys 💕

this is a chapter of child of dawn that I ended up deleting, now just smut!!!

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Nose to the Grindstone

18+ yearning, urgent sex, dom/sub, restraint, oral (f!), face riding, fingering (f!), Gale being a freak (same), fucking in the dirttt

Masterlist

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Staying back at camp was a blessing if it was with her. Send everyone away, as far as he was concerned.

Aurum had been talked into resting for a few days, all of their companions voicing their concerns on how far she was pushing herself.

They had occupied themselves with small domestic tasks and the occasional nap between, laying in her tent together. It was heavenly. Body tingling with joy when she would settle into him, both tangled in warm limbs and veiled midday sun.

And, naturally, food. He would prepare small meals for them, learning more of her tastes through how voraciously she would eat.

Sitting on a log, she hummed happily around her mouthful. Legs bouncing in a little excited dance. His hands clenching into the bark to keep from closing the distance to kiss her.

"Gods, that was good." She sighed, setting aside her clean plate. Fingers smeared with sauce, heading towards her mouth.

Before his mind could speak to his body, he moved forward. Taking her hand by wrist, opening his lips. Tongue pulling her fingers.

He licked them clean slowly, lost in his task. Swirling each digit with care, lips pulling up off of them with a pop.

Only then did he catch up to his own actions, eyes darting up to hers. Cheeks heating in bone deep embarrassment. Considering picking a direction and just starting to walk. Never to be seen again.

Her eyes met his not in shock or disgust but half lidded, pupils blown. Her glowing chest heaving. A heat of entirely different means rising to her cheeks.

Her lightly parted lips did not scold him, and yet he needed to apologize. Pulling away quickly.

"Oh Gods I'm so sorry. I don't kn-"

Her retreating hand shot out, catching his wrist. Pulling him hard to her. Lips sliding into his with a smothered whimper of need.

His eyes rose into his head, lust taking command of his mind. Swimming with heat and haze. Her body pulling over his, pushing him back into a seat on the log. Thick thighs straddling around him.

He kissed her as ravenous as he felt, arms sliding up her thighs. Gripping two handfuls of her ass, forearms pushing into her lambs ear skin.

She mewled, arching her back. Rising onto knees, fully flush with him. Her twisting and pushing against him forcing a low moan out of his throat. Muffled against her need slick mouth, pulsing heaven into him.

A bow he hadn't even realized had been pulled so taut cracked the air inside him. Pulling her silken hair up in an angry handful, grabbing the hold of her hip and flipping her face down onto stomach. Their bodies sliding to the ground.

Her ass arched up into his hips, robe naturally pooling up around her waist. Hands bracing her with curled fingers next to her head. The heat coming off of her center making him delirious.

Pushing a hand down her back, he stared down in lustful wonder. The spread of her ass curving into waist was hypnotic, his wide hand pushing along her olive skin an unbelievable sight.

"Fuck," He breathed, leaning back to take her ass in his greedy hands again, the pull magnetic. Massaging the globes of flesh as his face met her center. Nose rubbing circles into her underclothes, breathing a deep pull of her sweet musk. The scent rising to the back of his skull, pushing a throb from his already straining cock.

Her hips pushed back in impatient thrusts, but he only braced their pushing with his forearms. No, he wasn't going to be rushed. He had waited far too long for her to not savor this.

His nose pushed teasing figure eights into the fabric. Pulling her hips higher to give him more access, his knee pushing her legs wider in two strikes.

She slid her legs out with a small shake of need, ass curling up obediently. Breathing out a little imploring whine.

"Patience, I won't leave you cold." He smiled, kissing down her back as he pulled back to the core of her. Where his learned mouth was meant to be seated. Pulling her underclothes to her knees in the same motion.

"By the Weave," He breathed, taking in the full sight of her. Mind addled with bristling lust again.

With one hand pushing her ass, the other circling around her thigh, palm sliding down to brace her lower belly, he dove on her cunt.

Her little tremors shook against his flat hand. Voice calling out in soft cries, sweet birdcall. He sild his hand further toward his mouth, already seeking to feel those little shakes again.

Tongue curling in slow laps against her clit, his hips rocked mindlessly into the ground. Surely ruining his trousers but he was far beyond caring. Only the taste of her cunt and the slick pulsing out, all for his seeking tongue, all that mattered. Tongue pulling it back into his mouth to swallow with a low groan.

The fingers sat just cresting above his mouth feeling every micro movement, every shake and pulse from her center.

He experimented with pulls and shapes of his tongue, the force of his lips. When he suctioned down around her clit, pulling his tongue in a slurping hollow wave, she shuddered hard. Chest pushing down into the dirt, a gasping moan pulling from deep in her throat.

His success spurning him on, he flipped onto back to get a better angle. Both arms hooking around her hips and pulling down. Hard.

Her belly rose as he latched back on, crying out on hands and knees. Hips trying to rise away, but he locked his arms around her, pulling back down to be flush with his hungry mouth. No, he was not quite ready to give up his meal.

Pulsing his tongue fast in that rewarding hollow wave, he suckled into a frenzy. Mouth emitting lewd popping and slurping sounds, mingling with the little keening whines and gasps that she graced him with. His hips bucking up entirely out of his control, belly wet with precum.

Releasing one hip, he pushed two fingers inside her in a curl. Other arm having to take up full strength as she squirmed up, pulling his mouth free of its desire.

"Down," He commanded sternly. Forearm barring across her hips, yanking her back to her seat.

"I'm going to suffocate you." She gasped out in protest.

Gods, he hoped so.

To reinforce his point, he thrusted his fingers in hard arches. Rubbing in pulses against that ribbed wall along her front. Mouth encircling her engorged clit again in fast twists of his tongue.

She moaned out two indignant cries before submitting, grinding down on his face. Pushing back onto knees, gripping his thighs behind her for support. Eliciting a snarl of approval from him.

He dug his heels in, the force of her hands spurning him to delirium. Fingers and mouth a dual, unrelenting force. Watching her from this new angle, the jut of her hip bones as she arched, the underside of her breasts and jaw. Thighs encircling his head, Gods he would die a happy man if she did smother him.

"Gale- please, slow down," She begged out between gasping breaths, the trembling of her hips telltale. "I'm - ugh fuck!" She cried out as he added another finger, buckling back forward. Catching herself on her belly.

He had no intention of slowing, slapping her ass in demand. Her little begging mewl of his name as she buried her face in the dirt sending him over.

He came up his belly, her cunt muffling his cry. Cock twitching hard as wrenching pleasure shot from his pelvis. Hips thrusting in fast pulses with the waves of euphoric heat. Rushing out in vicious contractions.

Her wide eyes stared down in shock at his release, then clenched shut hard. Head falling forward into a curl, face knitted in near pain. Hand clawing at the dirt, fast begging cries caught in her clenched shut jaw.

"Yes, yes," He urged against her, pulling back far enough to get a much needed breath. Latching on again and pulling with popping twists of his tongue.

Cursing out in Elvish she broke apart above him, a wave of velvet slick pushing out below his mouth. Opening his hold to lap up her cum greedily as it clenched out of her. So warm and thick like honey against his tongue. Panting out breaths as he gathered it into his mouth.

She was writhing in weak pulses, her orgasm leaving her boneless and fluid. Eventually, she had to push his head away as he lapped, desperate to get every last drop of her cum.

"Gale, baby, you're killing me." She laughed, fingers looping in his hair to pull.

"Sorry, my love." He gasped, his own laugh on the edges of his words. "I'm far too eager. Please tell me you'll let me do that again?"

He rose over her back, pulling on her hips to get her to fall back on him. Both of them splayed face up on the ground. A canopy of trees and sky blinking away between their fluttering eyes.

"I think I might actually die if you don't." She gasped, star struck. Ribcage heaving against his chest.

She paused then. "Did you just call me 'my love'?"

"Ah, you're imagining things. Read nothing into that."

"Uh-huh. I'll also read nothing into how you drank my cum like wine."

His breath caught then slid into a laugh, mushing his hand into her face playfully.

"Shush. Let me rest, woman."

She gasped in mock affront, then opened her mouth and pulled two of his fingers inside her. Tongue lapping against the pads.

He moaned, cock stirring again.

"Let's see how you like it." She laughed.

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[secret-smut-sideblog]

Exhale Inhale

Gale x F! Tav (named)

18+ hurt/comfort, feelings of guilt/inadequacy, allusions to self-harm, mentions of sex work, rough sex (with safewords used), sub Gale/ dombrat Tav, dirty talk, endurance play, (light) gender play, restraint, handjob, pegging, prostate orgasm, aftercare, tenderness, porn w/ light plot

After Aurum took a hard hit in battle, Gale blames himself for a break in his concentration. Requesting they practice something a little rough for him to hone his skills...

Masterlist, More Aurum and Gale

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His body bristled with anger across the room, hands clenching and snapping down on various utensils as he cooked.

"Gale's in a way tonight, isn't he?" Karlach remarked, clear concern in her eyes.

"I know what this is about." Aurum sighed, the ache under her bandages agreeing.

"Oh come on, that wasn't even that bad of a hit." Karlach scoffed, eyeing her hand gently cupped over her ribs.

"I agree, I've had far worse."

"Ohh man, do you remember that time in the Shadowlands when that Shambling Mound got your arm? Had to teach Shadowheart how to reset a dislocated shoulder in the field!" Karlach pantomimed pulling with two hands.

Gale slammed down a bowl across the room.

"Oh, whoops. Think I made it worse." Karlach rubbed her neck, voice lowering back to a private level.

"I'll settle him." Aurum patted Karlach's bicep in reassurance.

"You do have such a way with him. Go get 'em Sunshine." Karlach's warm hand urged her forward by the small of her back.

Aurum glided down the steps into the sunken room where the hearth lay. Passing Astarion who gave her a downturned stare, fluttering his eyes over at Gale. Communicating through eyes as they often did.

Loud... can you please...?

She tilted her head at him reproachfully, but gave a small lift of her eyebrows and sliding of eyes to assure him.

I got it, you asshole.

He smiled at her and returned to his book with a toss of his legs on the chaise lounge.

She shook her head at him ruefully and approached the tense back of her beloved wizard.

"Hello, my love." She hushed, sliding her hand up the middle of his spine, letting it rest between shoulder blades.

He leaned back into her instinctively, letting out a small sigh. Hand releasing the ladle he had been spinning onto the lip of the pot.

"You're still upset." A soft statement, her other hand coming up around his middle. Palm gently pushing at the crest of his ribs. Her hands an anchoring, her gentle force weighing his torso.

"Very." He started to bristle again.

She expected this, stepping up to rest her temple inside of his shoulder. Another weight to bring his body back down.

"I understand." She whispered. "You feel like you let me down today."

He nodded, his chest hitching slightly under her palm. His guilt keeping him from stepping back into her embrace as he usually would.

"Do you want to talk about this now or later?" She turned her head into the curve, nestling down.

He did step back into her then, letting out a slow breath. Pressing into the sunlight heat of her chest. Her hand at his back winding around to meet the other at his front. Encircling him. Palms overlapping along his heart.

"Later." He sighed, body relaxing into hers in a small heave.

She smiled into his shoulder, holding him closer.

"That's what I'd like too." She hummed. "Can you take a big deep breath with me?"

She expanded her chest in a breath against his back. Feeling his chest fill under her hands a little after hers. Letting it out in a soft purse of her lips against his shoulder. His following in tandem. Giving one more deep fill and release, feeling the tension in his back dissipate slightly.

"Thank you." She sighed quietly, rubbing a small circle into his chest.

His head bent forward, hands coming to cup over hers.

"I don't deserve you. Flowers bend to your light in prayer." His voice low in reverence, guilt sliding back under the words.

"You do." She hummed easily. Kissing the soft skin above his collar. "You still do, and you always did."

She wound her fingers into his. Pushing language into him.

Good. After. Talk. Relax.

He took another deep breath independently. Responding in assured fingers.

Know. Try. Thank you. I love you.

She patted his chest with her quiet hand.

I love you. Back. Work. Focus.

He laughed quietly, picking up his ladle.

"Loud and clear." He teased.

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Aurum rubbed a small amount of burn ointment into the angry bubbled skin under her breast. Letting out a small wince of breath. The full force of Lorroakan's Lighting Bolt had struck through her chest, just below her heart.

She had said it wasn't that bad, but it had knocked her back into a wall. Nearly blacking out, ripping the breath out of her. The sunburst activated in overdrive, a near involuntary Sunbeam ripping from her. The shard of false sun protecting its vessel. Dame Aylin bringing two winding strikes over her head, bellowing out in rage at her expense, finally taking him down.

Shadowheart had worked her healing, but a palm sized charred semicircle still lingered. A smaller exiting wound sat at the edge of her spine, having to twist her elbow back to rub with the edge of her fingers. Taking shallow breaths that she forced slow and even.

Gale entered their private chambers behind her. His steps pausing short at the threshold after closing the door softly behind him.

She craned her neck, sitting on the bed facing the balcony. Fingers still struggling to find purchase.

"Can you help me, baby? I can't quite..."

He took a shuddering breath in, coming to her side. His weight taking up on the mattress.

She handed back the small pot of ointment and turned her back towards him. Folding her legs under her.

His breath filled as if about to speak, once, then twice. Fingers gently swirling cool balm into her.

"Take your time." She encouraged softly, reaching back to squeeze his thigh.

He carefully positioned the fresh bandage over the wound, pressing down with the palm of his hand. Pressing his sorrow into her.

"I'm so sorry." He shuddered. "I'm a better wizard than that, my concentration is better than that. I fucked up. Gods, it almost hit your heart."

His voice was descending slowly into restrained tears.

"I had you. I had Protection from Good and Evil covering. But that barrage of Magic Missiles..."

"I know," She hummed, thumb arcing in slow waves on his knee. "You got hit hard."

"He wanted to break my protection. He wanted Aylin, I know. But I think he wanted you too." His voice shook in anger. "He could see your light, I saw it. Under your covering. He had some fascination, I could tell."

She tilted her head, raising one eyebrow in agreement. She noticed too.

It was not the first time a powerful man had taken interest in the false sun in her chest. That was part of the reason she covered her chest in bandages in public, besides the obvious constant interruption it was in crowds.

She had left it open in the Shadowlands, if just for morale. Some point of light keeping a sense of sanity among them. It had helped the denizens at Last Light Inn too. Isobel especially finding it reassuring. Joking that she wasn't the only light anymore.

But in Lower City? She would be mad to leave it uncovered.

Gods, her father knew exactly what he was doing, making her a walking spectacle. An incredibly effective tool in his subset.

"Men like that deserve what they get." Gale growled.

She chuckled darkly. Knowing he was only referring to Lorroakan, but his wisdom ringing ever true.

"He's quite dead now, and both Aylin and I are safe, Gale."

"But not unscathed..." He hushed.

She turned, pulling her robe up around her shoulders.

"No, not unscathed. And not more wounded, with you there."

"I hate when you're so gentle with me when I hurt you." Holding his hand up to pause her rebuttal. "When I've allowed you to be hurt."

She wanted to argue, but respected the request of his hand still held in a bid for silence.

"I want to practice, so this doesn't happen again. And I want you to punish me."

Her breath drew in slow, heart pulsing in an ache. She had always known, on some level, that he sought pain. Not the exploring delicious kind found in bed, but true pain. The kind given to those who believed they deserved it.

"I can hurt you, Gale. If you want. But not like that." She slid forward, hand rising over his heart again.

"I can only do play pain, okay?" She hushed.

He took a shaky breath out, both disappointment and relief released in it.

"Okay... thank you."

"I started a bath for you." She smiled, kissing his jaw. "Go get clean and loose. I'll take care of you."

He smiled, leaning down to kiss her tenderly.

"You always do."

She slow swayed her hips, eyes closed. Getting in the zone. Hand rising to rub up the soft side of her ribs. Rocking in time to the soft music playing on an enchanted crystal on the dresser. A deep winding beat carrying her away into a sensual wave.

Thinking about the brothel that had become her sanctuary in Waterdeep after fleeing the temple. How she had fallen at their step, seeking debauchery to dirty her sterile holy body. But finding cleansing instead. The working women gathering her and making her anew. Teaching her the spirituality of her sex. How to draw desire not only from herself but the rising hymn of finding it in others. Teaching her dance and velvet and the divinity of bruises and bitemarks.

When they had visited Sharess' Caress, she had bounded in, shocking her companions. Waving to the Mamzell, coming up to the stage, smiling up at a familiar face.

Rhol's eyes lit in recognition, smiling down brilliantly at her.

"No way! Golden Lily!" She whispered, leaning down to hug her before returning to dancing. "You're far from The Laughing Lass, aren't you? I've got to get back to work, but go meet the twins!"

How later that night, Gale had come to her uncharacteristically coy. Handing her a list of sexual endeavors he wanted to try.

What she had planned tonight was one of the many on the list.

She twisted in a small circle, pulling the pin holding her long hair atop her head. A wave of burning gold falling and bouncing to the curve of her waist.

"By the Weave, you're going to blind me with your beauty."

She smiled over her shoulder, turning to take him in. The towel tied around his hips a tease, running her hands up his stomach and delighting in the tense in the muscles there. Rising her fingertips up to his chest, fanning out over his broad shoulders. His nipples standing at attention.

"Mmm, your body missed me." She smiled, thumbs arcing playfully over the hard peaks.

"Unbearably." He sighed, hips angling out in an unconscious seeking.

The way his body seemed to remember her, driving forward almost beyond his command, was so endlessly delicious to her.

She hooked her fingers in the fold of the towel, looking up at him in question. Raising her eyebrows up in a playful tick.

"I'm quite ready for you." He rumbled, raising his hand to twist blue fingertips. "Same safewords, if it pleases you."

"It does. Cast away." She purred, watching his wide gorgeous hand sway in sure movements.

Dancing Lights appeared above her head, swimming in playful circles.

She smiled up at them, turning to his still raised hand. Kissing into his palm before he could lower it.

"Then we've started your training, I presume?" She sighed into his hand. Pulling him to her by the loop of towel.

"Yes..." He huffed, her tongue cupping the pad of his thumb.

"I'm not going to go easy on you." She hummed, running her nose up the arch of his pointer finger. "So you'd better focus."

She pulled hard on the towel, looking up at him under her lashes.

"Got it?"

He nodded, face flushed. Mouth hanging slightly open, lost in lust.

"Words, wizard." She commanded, giving the towel another yank.

"Yes, saer."

"Good." She purred, finally pulling the towel away. A pillar already sitting against his belly.

"You do like being directed, don't you?" She smiled appreciatively at him, eyes sliding back up to his.

"Yes, very much." He hushed.

"On the bed, on your knees."

He climbed onto the mattress, rising on knees. Hands folded behind his back.

"Oh, already assuming the position? You are eager tonight." She chuckled, circling behind him. Dropping her robe in a silky pile on the floor in her wake. The dancing lights following her like a halo.

"Yes, very." He sighed.

"Hmm, I'm going to leave you untied. But you keep those hands behind your back, or I stop."

He whined, but his fingers clasped obediently anyway.

"I know!" She giggled, kneeling behind him. "You do love to touch me, but you offered."

She wrapped her hand around his overlapped wrists and pulled. His shoulders arching back, a soft groan woven into his hard breathing.

"You've made your bed, now you're going to lie in it. Aren't you?" She hissed.

He nodded, glazed eyes sliding over his shoulder.

She wound her hand roughly into his hair, pulling his head back in a yank.

"Words. I won't warn you again."

His mouth opened in a wanton pant, hips starting to rock.

"Yes, saer." He gasped.

"Never thought I would have to coax you to talk." She teased. Knee sliding between his thighs, knocking them further open in two strikes. "But here we are."

She pulled his hair back into a ponytail in her palm. Kissing along his shoulder. Other hand rising with a flat palm to his mouth.

"Spit."

His eyes danced uncertainly to hers.

Her closed fingers tapped in warning against his cheek.

"Spit. In my hand." She ordered.

He paused, breath hard.

She smiled, seeing his objection for what it was.

"You want me to hit you again, don't you?"

"Yes."

She cracked her hand against his cheek. He moaned, pushing his shoulders back.

"Bad boy." She whispered into the shell of his ear.

"Spit. Now."

He leaned forward, trailing saliva into her palm. Licking up the curve of her fingers.

"Oh, trying to please me?" She hummed, sliding her hips up to his hand.

"No need." She chirped, pulling his hands down. "Feel."

She pushed her cunt into his curled fingers. His hand scrambling back to cup and dip into her.

"Fuck..." He shuddered, fingers pulling into her arousal.

"I know, you get me so wet." She whispered.

His fingers started seeking out her clit behind him.

"I didn't say you could fuck me. Hands down."

"Aurum..." He moaned, voice already dropping into a beg. "Please let me."

"No." She grasped his cock in her slicked hand, eliciting a whine from low in his throat. Starting to pump tight strokes.

"I'm fucking you tonight."

He froze, his hips rocking into her hand of their own accord. Then dropped forward, pressing his chest to the mattress. Presenting his backside, angling his hips up to her.

"Oh!" She delighted, still wrenching wet strokes from him. "Very good boy!"

"Just for that, you can have your hands back."

He immediately rose one to brace above his head, leaning on a forearm. The other to cup behind her thigh, fingers pulling hard into the back of her leg.

"Thank you." He gasped.

"You're welcome." She leaned forward to kiss the dimples on his lower back. "You're so cute, do you know that? Such a sweetheart."

He turned his head against the mattress, a soft smile pulling along his beautifully flushed face.

"And focusing so well for me." She looked up at the lights still twirling above her head.

Her eyes lowered back on his dangerously.

"But I'm not nearly done with you."

Her hand paused on his cock.

He whimpered, hips trying to drive into her hand. She gripped his hip, hard.

"Stop."

He bit his lip, looking back at her with pleading eyes.

"Oh," She laughed. "Giving me those eyes. You know what you're doing, don't you?"

"You know what, keep your eyes on me." She called a mage hand, appearing at the dresser. Pulling the harness up to her open hand. "I want you to watch me put my cock in you."

His eyes went wide, cock throbbing hard into her stilled hand.

"Shoulders up, you can't see from down there." She smiled, hand leaving his cock to pull up on his chest.

He rose back into a sitting kneel, turning slightly to keep his eyes on her hands. She stood on her knees to tighten down the straps, humming happily as she took her time getting it adjusted to her hips.

"Aurum, please..." He huffed, his hand hovering over his leaking cock.

She raised an eyebrow at him, tightening down the last strap with a snap against her thigh.

"Patience is a virtue."

She pushed hard between his shoulder blades, coming down to purr in his ear.

"But you aren't a virtuous man, are you?"

"No." He gasped, her faux cock rubbing into his backside. "Please, I want your cock in me."

"And what do you need?" She pulled back on his hair, his neck arching open for her.

"I need you. I need you to fuck me. Fuck me full, until I cant think."

"That's going to make keeping your concentration very difficult." She smiled.

"Hey, I love you." She whispered, kissing his cheek sweetly.

He rose onto his elbow, leaning back to kiss her. Seeking desperately as she pulled away playfully.

"Sussur." He commanded. Their word for pause, that he wanted a moment outside of the scenario.

Her face went soft, leaning back down to him.

"Are you okay?" She hushed.

"I need to kiss you, come back to me."

She smiled, pressing back down into his sweet lips. Sliding so tenderly against hers, pulling a soft moan from her.

He cupped his hand up to the back of her head, fingers pressing into the curve of her neck. Breathing in hard through his nose.

She allowed him to pull her under him, pulling up on her waist. His kiss intoxicated her, chirping out little moans into his mouth. Tangling up into him, pulling and pushing. Need tying tight, his tongue and teeth slowly driving her into a maddening haze.

"Fuck, you're a good kisser." She gasped when he pulled away to give her breath.

"Only with you." He laughed. "Gods, Rosa. I want to devour you."

"I can tell." She sighed, looking up at him with glazed eyes.

"You look like an angel with those lights above you." He sighed, cupping her face.

She rolled her eyes and gave him a gentle smile when he huffed at her.

"Do you want to be on top?" She tilted her head at him.

"No." He smiled, eyelids lowering again. "I want you to fuck me into the mattress."

Her cunt clenched hard, mouth opening into a wanton part.

"Chianthor." He rumbled. The command to start the scenario again.

She flipped him onto his back, pushing his thighs up and pinning them under her knees. Grinding her faux cock into his.

His head fell back, huffing out a breath. Hips trying to grind up into hers.

"You look so good under me." She smiled, pushing a hand flat to his lower belly to force his hips down. "Boys should be on their backs, don't you think?"

He whimpered, eyes closing as she pushed hard into him.

"Oh, not talking anymore?" She pinched his nipple, rolling the bud in her fingers. "That's a shame. You usually have so much to say!"

"How will I know if you want to be my good little whore?"

His eyes flew open, precum spilling onto his belly. Face flushing in astonished desire.

"Ohhh, you really liked that." She smiled dangerously. "You want to be my dirty little slut, don't you?"

"Yes, dear gods, yes." He panted.

"You're going to take my cock, aren't you? Take all of it into your greedy cunt?"

"Yes, please-" He whimpered. "I want it so bad, saer."

"On your belly. Now." She growled.

He twisted under her, pushing his hips up into her. She sighed, snapping her hands down on the globes of his ass. Aligning behind him. Mage hand bringing her a bottle of oil that she lathered copiously onto the length and up his hole.

"You're going to fuck yourself on my cock." She planted a flat palm on his lower back. Gently leading his hips back. Pulling up on his throat to rise him against her chest. "Watch."

He twisted his face over his shoulder, slowly pushing her cock into him. Head falling forward in a tremor as it disappeared down into him.

"Good, go slow as you need." She rubbed his hips in soothing kneads. "Breath, baby."

His breath started back up, shoulders stretching out as he fell back forward on hands, pushing back. Seating himself to the base of her belly.

"That's all of it." She marveled. "Wow."

She saw the edge of a smile on his face. Bracing her legs into a wide stance.

"Begin." She commanded.

He began rocking back into her, tentatively at first. His ass slowly pushing to her hips.

"It's so sexy, watching you break yourself in." She smiled, grabbing his ass as he pushed back. "But you've done this before, haven't you?"

He nodded, letting out a whine. Hips starting to thrust back into her in earnest.

"Of course you have." She purred, gripping his hips as he picked up speed. "Only a good whore knows how to fuck into a cock like that."

She pulled up on his hair, hissing into his ear.

"Like a bitch in heat."

The lights sputtered out above her as he buckled forward onto his chest, ass still raised. Gasping loudly.

She smiled, reaching under him. "Did you cum?"

Her hand found him still hard, cock only slick with precum.

"No?" She hummed.

"Oh, I see..." She laughed. Driving her hips into him in one rolling thrust.

He moaned out, hands bracing next to his head.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" She rolled into him again.

He could only whimper, hips starting to fall down into the mattress as she thrusted into him in increasingly hard pulses. A chorus of choppy moans leaving him in time with each stroke.

She rose over him, locking her arms out under his shoulders. Snapping her hips down into him at a high angle.

His moans came out choked, head starting to loll.

"Thaaat's it." She drew her words in a long, satisfied hum, hips snapping faster. "I found it, didn't I?"

His hands gripped hard into the sheets, a deep shuddering starting to spread from his pelvis.

"Yes, yes," She breathed, bracing down on her hands. Driving hard into fast, rough pulses. "I feel that shake. You're going to cum hard for me, aren't you, baby?"

He nodded, face pulled into a tight grimace. Hands pulling desperately on her wrists. Bracing into himself.

"Come on, give it to me." She urged. "Make a mess, baby. I got you."

He cried out, pushing his shoulders up into a curl. Hips stuttering in choppy pulses.

She reached under him and pulled tight strokes on his cock, hips still driving into him. Pulling his orgasm to its highest crest by force.

He choked out pleading whimpers, hands scrambling above him. Hips rising up as cum drove out of him in hard strikes. Pressing his chest flat into the mattress. Crying out her name in half formed calls.

She marveled at the pool of cum under him as she slowed. Pulling the soiled sheet away and lowering his hips gently down to rest, kneading into them. Making to pull out of him.

His hand rose and pulled behind her thigh again, a silent request.

"Okay." She smiled, staying inside him. Leaning down to fold her arms on his back. Turning her head in the curve.

He reached back again, seeking her hands and twining them into his next to his head. Breath still utterly lost, gasping hard and shallow.

"Breath deep." She urged warmly. "Big full pulls."

She began her own deep breaths again, his picking up her rhythm. Chests rising and lowering in tandem.

She pulled the hair from his face, kissing his shoulder. Sliding her palms under his body to cup his chest.

Murmuring out against his back.

"Don't blame yourself for things you can't control. You are a great man, and I love you so dearly. I know it's hard to be kind to yourself, but please try not to treat someone I love so harshly, okay? It hurts my heart."

He buried his face in the pillow, turning his face from her.

"Hey," She hushed, rising from his back to slide under him. "Don't hide from me. Come here."

She pulled him to her, wrapping her arms and legs around him. His face smothering into her shoulder. Gripping to her, tears slipping down the back of her neck.

"That's it, let go." She whispered. Carding her fingers through his hair. "I'm right here. I'm here as long as you need."

"Thank you." He choked.

Taking a moment to ride the hitch of his breath, he whispered.

"Can you sing for me?"

"Of course." She smiled. Taking a breath in to call a sweet song that she had heard in a passing tavern out against his hair. Scratching soft lines into his scalp.

He relaxed into her, breath evening out slowly. Letting her sing him to sleep.

"The sweetest of all my visions

Paling to all the other dreams that I was given

I carried a bounty from the apple trees

To your caroling laughter in the kitchen"

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