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necromancy of

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Giving them a hug

[ Bg3, fluff, nb!reader, several characters ]

[ Omeluum, The Emperor, Nere, Nym, Sorn, Minthara, Raphael ]

Omeluum

"Child, you have returned. Has your search been completed?" Floating just above the moss covered ground, the mindflayer you've grown quite accustomed to seeing as of lately, was in his usual spot.

Without saying a word, you saw the curiosity in Omeluum's eyes as you approached him.

He didn't make a move as he observed you move even closer, wrapping your hands around him and burying your face in the front of his robe.

You can feel the tentacles floating above your head, unsure of where to go and awkwardly moving away to give your body the proper space.

Pressing yourself closer into his embrace, you took a deep breath as you felt his long arms pat your back.

"It seems you have been in quite the stressful state."

You didn't let go. You didn't want to. Omeluum understood that in his own way, finding your specie's need for physical contact very fascinating.

More so that you chose him as your stress relief, he feels deeply honoured.

The Emperor

"Very well." A familiar voice spoke inside your mind. And just like that, a portal to the asteral plane opened up to you

Stepping inside, you were met with the person of your dreams. Every detail of their being moulded to your taste and liking.

"There you are." A honeyed voice called out to you from their soft lips. They approached you with the enthusiasm of an overseas lover finally coming home to their partner.

"No." You took a step back from their offered embrace, inviting you into their warmth. "Not this, I want the real you."

The most beautiful eyes you've ever seen in your life stared at you with a worried expression. That faux worry barely lasted a second before their face became neutral again.

"As you say." Dispelling the illusion, The Emperor stood above you with his towering figure. Cold tendrills and the same haunting purple eyes.

Making the first move, you took a couple of steps forward. The tentacles parted and made a space for you to slot your body against his.

Cold to the touch with a very unfamiliar texture, it was smooth yet hard in certain places. Still, you wrapped your arms around him in a resemblance of a hug.

His tentacles slowly curled around your body parts. Twirling itself around each part and bringing you even closer.

He didn't have a heartbeat. He head three instead, each of them drumming to their own rhythm.

The tentacles kept caressing you, his arms stayed at his sides.

Nere

"You should've left to deliver my important message to general Thorm." Nere's voice didn't hide his annoyance and neither did his look of disdain, "just what are you waiting around for?"

You shrugged, "a hug."

Preparing yourself to receive even more mocking and complaining, you were pleasantly met with a tired sigh instead.

"First that...filthy drider creature's bursts of insanity and now your perversion, why do I always get the defective ones." Nere impatiently made his way into your personal space.

Just as you started to explain how you truly just wanted a simple hug and didn't have ulterior intentions, you were rudly hushed and pulled against his body.

He smelled...like burned powder and rubble, of course he did. But below it, you could catch a faint scent of lavender.

His arms were firm as they held you in place, squeezing just enough to make you feel a comfortable pressure.

And when you wrapped your arms around him gently, hugging him back, you swore you saw his pointy ears droop just slightly.

This was...really nice actually. You never expected to even get a hug, let alone one this comforting.

And then you were unceremoniously pushed away from his body, almost losing your balance and falling into the pits of lava behind you.

He didn't show any signs of caring, "I've indulged your degenerate fantasies enough, now go and do your job."

Nym

"Of course, anything you want." She smiled so sweetly as she said it, "would you prefer we get comfortable on the bed? I'd be able to hold you much longer then."

Her body was so soft, holding you closer to her chest. Drawing soothing circles on yout back with her expert fingers.

The atmosphere was very peaceful, her touches very gentle and she smelled even better.

You had no doubt that she genuinely wanted you to have a great experience, no matter how insignificant one hug might seem in the grand scheme of things.

To you, it was clearly important at this moment, and that's more than enough reason for her to go the extra mile.

Occasionally, she'd hum a tone, soft spoken words in drow language slipping past her lips. Slowly and carefully pronouncing each syllable like a lullaby.

Sorn

"A hug? Really?" Confusion clear on his face, he crossed his arms against his exposed chest, "you know, you could've just asked for my sister instead. This is her domian more."

You shook your head, "I know, but I wanted you."

Sorn's eyes narrowed at you in suspension, "Just to be fully clear with each other, is it really just a hug? This isn't some niche fetish or form of foreplay?"

"Just a hug."

Seemingl convinced with you not having ulterior intentions, much to his displeasure, Sorn stepped closer to you with opened arms.

Lean muscles enveloped you, awkward at first before easing into a more protective hug. Sorn was clearly taking inspiration from his only other source of hugs.

You felt safe in his arms, like you had someone to relay on.

"It will be okay, you're safe." His words of comfort came shortly. And despite his earlier reluctants, it felt like he genuinely meant them.

He held you tightly.

You hugged back, feeling his body shiver at the soft, non-intrusive touches.

After it ended, he stepped back. His body clearly more relaxed and at ease.

"I have to admit, that wasn't as bad as I expected."

Minthara

You swore you could see her judging you as she appeased your request in her mind.

You hoped that the trust you've built between the two of you so far would assure her that you weren't trying to backstab her or trick her.

"Come." She finally gave her permission.

Her blood ran hot, you realised as you were met with the warmth of her embrace.

Still, her body remained stiff as you held her. This was clearly a very unfamiliar territory to her.

"Try to relax, i promise you'll be safe." You whispered against her ear.

She took a deep breath, taking what felt like was a leap of faith to her, she let her body melt against yours.

Holding onto your waist, her firm grip kept you in place against her body.

She didn't let go when you attempted to pull away.

"If we are to stop this, it will be on my own terms." She said as she kept holding you close. You've willingly walked into her web, and there was no escaping now.

Raphael

"Why, of course, anything for my favourite client." His pride was clear in his stance even as he extended an arm to you, "come to me, little mouse."

Listening to the devil on your shoulder, you did.

You were met with burning heat, flinching away the second you touched him.

A low chuckle came from his lips, clear amusement at toying with you. "Oh is it too much for you to handle? My my, and here I thought you knew what you were getting into."

With a snap of his fingers, a soft glow envelops your body from head to toe. It made you feel lighter and left a hint of a sweet taste at the back of your throat.

"Here, something to keep that deary skin of yours from melting off. We wouldn't want to tarnish your beauty now, would we?" Cupping your face in his hands, you felt absolutely none of the previous heat as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

"Enough games, my hug, now." You said sternly as he laughed at your impatience.

But no teasing came. Instead, you were completely wrapped into his embrace. His wings enveloping you and caging you more into his body.

The expensive materials of his clothes did wonders to cover all the ridges and sharp angles underneath them that adorned his body.

For a moment in time, you managed to find rest and comfort in a devil's embrace. Willingly surrendering yourself to him as he pressed his nose against the pule point at your throat, inhaling deeply.

[thewritetofreespeech]

A Million Relms Away

words: 2.8K

rating: E

pairing: Astarion x Tav

tags: heterosexual sex, sex & comfort, oral (female), mentions of emotional trauma, Nym & Sorn

summary: You and Astarion return to Sharass' Caress to take the Twins up on their offer. But you have to wonder if this is really what he wants.

Ao3

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What better way to celebrate a victory than with passionate sex?

With Cazador defeated, and Astarion free, you decided to reward yourselves by taking the infamous drow twins of Sharass’ Caress up on their offer.

They seem delighted to see you again. Although it maybe that they are just delighted to see your gold again. Still, they take you gently by the hand and lead you both upstairs. Nym made some comments about bathing the room in darkness to enhance the experience. All part of the show more like. With a wave of her hand the room was indeed plunged into darkness. A black so thick you almost felt you could reach out and touch it.

“Be a dear and help me out of this, won’t you?” The beautiful drow’s voice beckons to you. Leading your hands to the clasps of her dress for you to undo. The soft silks falling away in a pool at her delicate feet.

The remaining members of the party all undress at their leisure before all four of you arrive at the bed. Nym takes your hand again. Only this time not to do her bidding but pull you in close to do yours. Her lips are soft and well cared for. Her skin smooth and cool under your fingertips as they slide over her upper arm.

“All right sweethearts. You are to dance with a professional, you’ll get your desire.”

Your eyes turn to Astarion in the dark. Professional?

Astarion wasn’t a professional. Sure, he was experienced. You knew that. But he wasn’t like the twins between them, getting paid to perform these services. He wasn’t a prostitute. He was…..Astarion. Wasn’t he?

“For this, I feel we should be paying you.” Sorn’s assumed compliment falls on deaf ears. Astarion wasn’t listening to him. He wasn’t listening to anyone. When you catch his gaze in the few moments Nym releases your lips to dance kisses over your shoulder, you realize that he’s a million realms away.

Astarion is somewhere else entirely. Somewhere far away from here in his mind…..

“Stop.”

The elves all stop immediately and collectively pull away from each other at your single command.

“Is something wrong, darling?” Nym asked in her honey sweet voice. “Have we gone a little too fast for you?”

“No. It’s not that. I…can I just speak to Astarion alone for a moment?”

The twins look puzzled, as does Astarion, but respect your request. You were the client after all. The drow get up and pull on some thin robes quick before leaving the room. Instantly returning to its normal brightness without Nym’s shadow cloaking to cover the room.

“What’s wrong pet?” The vampire asked once you were alone. “Have I done something wrong? I suppose we didn’t really talk about ‘who would be paired with who’ before coming in here. We sort of jumped head first into it like always—“do you want to do this Astarion?”

He seemed taken aback by your questions. Blinking widely and opening & closing his mouth as those usually charming lips struggled to grasp onto some words. “W-Wh? Of course I do. I said I wanted to didn’t I!”

“You also said you weren’t comfortable with this just yet.” You reminded him.

Astarion huffed, annoyed, and moved to sit cross legged on the bed. No longer in one of his sensual poses. “That was before….”

“It was literally a few days ago.”

Though it may have felt like months, or eons, since you started off on your journey, it had really only been a short time since you had been traveling together. The experiences, the danger, the trauma, the trials. It all made it seem like the two of you had known each other much longer than you had. All your lives, it felt sometimes. In reality, the conversation you were talking about and the defeat of Cazador had only been just shy of a tenday ago. “I just want to make sure you’re ok with this. You just seemed…distant a while ago.”

Astarion doesn’t even bother to deny it or make a joke about how physically close he was too you. ‘How can I be distant when I was just moments from being inside you?’ You can almost hear his voice say in your mind. “I’m…not..not ok with this.” He told you honestly. “I thought I would be more ready with this. With Cazador gone…I thought things would be different. I would feel different.” You remember his words right after it happened. About feeling numb. After that he seemed to be back to normal. His usual charming, chipper-ish self. What a fool you had been to believe charlatan’s lie.

You reach out a hand and clasp it around one of his, hanging loose in his lap. “You don’t have to rush things.”

“You just seemed so excited.” He told you. Glancing out of the corner of his eyes to catch your gaze before looking down at the ornate blanket under him. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“Telling me no isn’t ‘disappointing me’ Astarion.” You reach up from his hand to his handsome face. Cupping his cheek to look at you. You don’t want to force him, but you need him to look into your eyes for this. “I don’t ever want you to do anything you don’t want to do. This isn’t about what I want. It’s our relationship. And if you’re not ready for sex, or just not ready to have sex with hot drow twins, then I understand.”

Astarion scoffed once at your joke. Reaching up to take your hand in his. “I don’t hate sex you know.” He told you. “I just…don’t think I’m ready for group sex yet. Maybe I never will be again. It’s sick but…sometimes even when I was doing it for Cazador, I couldn’t help but like the attention. To have all those people ‘love me’ for a little while.” You knew that he knew that none of them truly loved him. They loved his body. They loved his charm. They loved what Astarion could do for them in the moment to make them feel pleasure, with no regard for his feelings, and that wasn’t love. “I don’t think I need that anymore. Others, I mean. With you…I know what it’s like to be really loved. And it feels better than all that ‘love’ put together. So maybe I really don’t need anyone else anymore.”

You felt your heart swell in your chest. With his vampire hearing he must be able to hear it but doesn’t comment on it. You lean in to give Astarion a kiss and he meets you halfway. It’s slow. Passionate. Deep. The kind of kiss that makes your lungs burn for air and the space between your legs ache for something more.

“We don’t have to do this you know.” You told him when you break away for air.

“I know.” He told you back. “I want to.”

His arms wrapped around you and suddenly you were on your back against the bed. The speed of the sudden shift in perspective making your head spin. Almost as much as the vision of Astarion hovering over top of you. His intense gaze. His hard body. The smell of his musk mixed with that cologne he wears washing over you. Stealth be damned in the face of self-care. It’s all Astarion. And he’s all yours.

You crane your next up to kiss him again, and again he comes down to meet you. Your lips crashing into each other. Your teeth connecting with his fangs now & then as you both seemed determined to reach even the deepest corners of your mouths. Wrapped in each other’s arms you can feel that Astarion was serious about wanting this. His erection hot against your belly and you shutter. Thinking about it being near your belly inside you.

He broke free of your lips and kissed a trail down your jaw towards your neck. You let out a full body shutter this time when you feel his fangs just whisper over the skin of your throat. Astarion’s deep chuckle coming up to your ear. Clearly amused and clearly aroused that you had been trained so well by your vampire lover to enjoy his teeth at your neck now.

His kisses go lower until they reach your breasts. His tongue was hot while his fingers were cold. The contrast making you moan. “Gods, you’re beautiful.”

Astarion shifted lower. Kissing over your ribs, your stomach, your naval, your hips. During the times you had had sex before, Astarion had always been thorough. But now it seemed like he was on a mission to map out your body. Relearn every part that made you moan or twitch. Find those weak spots that only he could find with the same precision as one of his daggers.

By the time he came to rest between your legs, you were already quivering. Between Nym earlier, and now this agonizing long path Astarion had built for himself, you felt ready to burst at even the slightest touch to your apex. You don’t, however, when his tongue caressed your wet folds. But your back ached off the bed like you had been possessed. Calling his name like some kind of prayer that would save you from this possession.

That skilled tongue, in more than just insults, licked over your entrance. Teasing the sensitive nub at the top of it with just the tip. The lapping at your folds slicked wet with your juices. You felt like you would go mad from the lust burning inside you.

On instinct you reach down to grab at Astarion’s hair. Blindly searching for purchase somewhere, in an attempt to ground yourself in this maelstrom of arousal, but realize quick what you were doing and let go. You don’t want to hurt him. The sound that came from Astarion, however, was not one of pain. If you could interpret it from the way his head bucked up against your hand. You actually couldn’t hear the sound fully as it was muffled by your cunt. You moan and grip his hair again, hopefully with less force this time.

The silk tresses indeed keep you grounded, but do nothing to stop the burning inside you.

One more flick of that sharp tongue over your clit and you were coming undone. Back arched, legs shaking, holding onto Astarion as he seemed committed to working you through this and drinking you down.

By the time your shakes had subsided, Astarion was already on top of you again. His face clean, although you could barely tell. Those red orbs of his were staring at you so intensely that it was hard to focus on anything else. You felt about as pinned to the mattress by his gaze as if he had gripped your hands above your head. “I’ve never wanted anyone in my life the way I want you.” The hand not keeping him upright above you reached down to your thigh and lifted it up next to his hip. “May I?”

“Yes Astarion.”

He probably could have asked you for anything at that moment. All of the camps gold? Sure. The Moonlight Glaive Dame Aliyn gave you? Where should you leave it. Your soul? He already had it.

The fact that he wants what you want, to be one at this moment, was more than a happy coincidence you were more than willing to abide. You were moments from begging Astarion to be inside you before he asked. Thrusting his cock inside you quickly after your reply to the sound of your unabashed moans.

In the past, when you and Astarion have had sex, his movements are always controlled. He would thrust his hips in a very precise manner. Built on technique he had likely developed over decades and hundreds of lovers to bring the exact amount of pleasure to bring them to climax. He’s done it to you too before. And he always seemed pretty proud of himself.

Now, however, Astarion was fucking into you like a mad man. His thrusts were hard and fast. As if with every thrust he was trying to get deeper inside you. Or not thrusting at all as he rolled his hips against you. Like those few seconds of being not completely inside you was too much to bear. You hold on to him tight with your legs and your fingers. Nails scratching at his back at one particularly thrust, causing Astarion to moan your name in your ear.

You catch a glimpse of his face when you open your eyes. Twisted closed in pleasure for so long that you almost had to open them to prove you could again. The look on his face made you moan and the walls around his quiver. Before where he looked a million miles away, he now looked like he couldn’t be more present and focused on you. Like no one else in the world existed but the two of you.

You pull him down into a kiss. Messy and hot. Your lips sliding over each other as it was hard to keep them together with Astarion thrusting the way he was. “Astarion…” you call out to him through labored breath, “I’m going to…I’m gonna cum.”

The vampire just groaned. No witty comment of ‘cum for me my love’ or ‘lets die a little together then’ like usual. Instead, he just held on to your hips tight and continued thrusting until he all of a sudden stopped inside you. Your own orgasm following close after.

The two of you collapsed onto the bed. Exhausted. You haven’t been this worn out since going through Shar’s temple. But this was much more enjoyable. “We should probably get going.” You look down at Astarion, who lifted his head from your chest and shoulder where he had been resting to look at you. “These brothels charge by the hour. Gods know how long we’ve been in here now, but I’m sure if we stay any longer, they’ll have us working off out depts to the clientele.”

You chuckle a little at the joke. “Ok. I guess I can’t keep you all to myself forever.”

“I never said that.” The cheeky grin on his face had a softer hue to it than normal as he sat up. Taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles. “Just not in a place that would cost us all our coin.”

You both untangle from the bed and clean up a little with the water & rags provided, before you dress and head out the door.

Astarion was much more well versed in leaving brothels. Knowing to keep his head down and keep moving until you made it out the front door. You, however, were not aware of this rule, and catch sight of Nym and her clever smile just before you make it down the stairs.

“Hey, um…sorry about…you know…kicking you out…stealing your room….”

The drow lifted one delicate hand to silence your apology. “You needn’t apologize. I was listening at the door.” She let out a lyrical little chuckle at your probably mortified look. “Don’t be so embarrassed. This is a brothel. There are clients far and wide that pay for such a service.” But you were sure the parties were in on it; you want to say back to her. “But, I sell love for a living and what you two have well…it’s special. To have such passion, but also respect for one another, is a rare thing. You should cherish it. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed in being able to taste just a bit of it, but I would never want to get in the way of what you have.”

You thank her for your understanding and compliment. You tell her to keep the money, not that she made any offer to give it back to you, and move to catch up to Astarion. Who was waiting for you outside the door. “Was she heartbroken?”

“Oh, devastated.” You told him as you linked your arm around his to head back to Elfsong and meet up with the other. “Are you alright though?”

“Hm…I am.” He replied after a moment of thought. “I don’t think I’ve ever been as ‘alright’ as I am right now.”

“That’s not just the sex high talking, is it?”

Astarion laughed. “No. I think not. But I would be willing to test the theory though. Ask me again in a few hours. Then, tonight, when I come to have you again, you can ask me once more. We’ll go from there.”

You blush at Astarion’s explanation of his ‘scientific testing’ method. You wondered if you had perhaps some kind of beast in Astarion. More than just a hunger for blood that lay below his vampire surface. You just hoped you had the stamina for both.

[the-tomato-patch]

I nearly choked when I got this line last night. If you pay the male drow escort and ask for a night of boring sex, he'll get excited, say the above line and then you can just deliver this brutal line about Gale. If you say it, he'll refund you and it's so awkward.

Poor Gale.

[we-ask-beforewe-bite]

Gale: Hello! I'm here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep to participate in this evening's activities. He would like me to assure you all that I am anatomically accurate. Nym Orlith: Oh, an illusory wizard! Sorn Orlith: Fear not - there are still many things we can do with you. Levis: I was hoping you'd get involved, Gale. Gale: I am involved! I'm taking notes. Making observations. I'll enjoy myself well enough from back here! You go on and do... the rutting or what have you.

[ Full transcript ⇩ ]

Nym Orlith: Quite the merry little party we have assembled here. Shall we? Levis: Take her hand Nym Orlith: I hope you're not afraid of the dark, my darling. I must snuff out the lights before we begin. It's all part of the experience - the room is bathed in total darkness so there is nothing to distract from your ecstasy. Narrator: The lady, Nym, moves your hand to where the clasps of her blouse lie. As soon as you begin, you hear a zap of magic over from where Gale last was. With a scamper, he is gone from the room, and in his place is - Gale: Hello! I'm here on behalf of Gale of Waterdeep to participate in this evening's activities. He would like me to assure you all that I am anatomically accurate. Nym Orlith: Oh, an illusory wizard! Sorn Orlith: Fear not - there are still many things we can do with you. Levis: I was hoping you'd get involved, Gale. Gale: I am involved! I'm taking notes. Making observations. I'll enjoy myself well enough from back here! You go on and do... the rutting or what have you. Narrator: As you enjoy yourself with the drow, the image of Gale tuts disapprovingly, but the orb in his naked chest glows with telltale excitement.

[bg3scenarios]

Nym: I’m sugar!

Sorn: I’m spice!

Tav: I’m… everything nice?

Sorn: Not everything

Nym: If you want two of us, we want two of you

Tav: Only two of us? Can I bring more?

Nym & Sorn: Oh?

Tav: I have a hot vampire boyfriend, and a hot druid boyfriend

Astarion: Hello, darlings~

Halsin: Afternoon! I hope you like it big

Nym: Oh. Oh yes. This is perfect. Yes, yes, YES!

Sorn: So much for sugar

Nym: Being the only woman at an orgy changes a girl. Who I am today, do not judge me for tomorrow

[coreene]

Chapter 44: Sharess' Caress

Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Tav

Rating: Explicit (but no smut in this chapter)

Summary: Lorelei, a rogue half-elf, who has worked alone most of her life, finds herself as the leader in this search for a cure to their tadpole problem. She robs tombs for a living and now she leads a fight against gods - needless to say she’s in over her head.

Chapter Summary: Meeting Astarion's siblings, solving murders and learning more about Lorelei's past

Word count (for the chapter): 5.1k

Thank you to my friend @beesht for always being there whenever I felt stuck writing this thing ❤

You can read it here 👇

Enjoy!

[riggerbison]

baby gays and bike rides

HEART & LI MING || MOONLIGHT CHICKEN EP. 5

THAT & SORN || MANNER OF DEATH EP. 10

[hoh-art]

Trying to allow works to not be perfectly smooth and perfected and whatnot

[therookandthecrow]

I want to write about Enver Gortash getting sandwiched between two hot Drow men. I headcanon that he visited Sorn Orlith a lot while Rhyleth was missing.

I am not sure if the third person will be Sorn Orlith or True Soul Nere when I get around to writing that part of my fic when I get around to writing it in the first place.

[demiesop]

i got this blood bag reusable heat pack after donating my blood today so

an obligatory mini modern AU so Astarion can have it

[sorcerous-caress]

Bad at sex | Sorn Orlith

[ Smut, crack treated seriously, AFAB Reader ]

I am not sorry, enjoy.

There you stood, in the middle of the twin's room as you took in the decorations that clearly resembled the underdark. They had a certain charm to them despite how on the nose they tend to be.

"Now, how do you want to do this?" With his arms crossed and a sinful smile on his face, Sorn waited patiently in front of you amidst the various mushroom covered walls.

You know what you came here for, it's why it was so easy to depart with the hefty sum of 500 gold.

Taking a step closer, Sorn looked at you with tantalising half lidded eyes as he straightened his posture, putting his full lean body on display to entice you.

With confidence that rivalled the gods, you spoke. "missionary with the lights off"

Sorn's sexy facade fell as he stared at you, it was a reaction you had anticipated.

What you didn't foresee however, was how it was almost instantly replaced with an air of passion and excitement as the biggest grin crossed his face.

"Oh you don't know how long it's been since I got to do that." There was a giddy nature to his speech as he uncrossed his arms.

First night

"Like an old married couple" is the frame of reference you gave to him.

He played the role perfectly, as if it was his true calling in all those years.

Yes, it must have been his destiny to play the part of a very sexually unskilled husband. Judging by the limp grasp against your chest, not quite squeezing nor fondling, just sitting there and making you sweat the more it prolonged.

Or maybe it was the utter and complete ignoring of your clit, as if the poor thing never existed.

Your role as he put it, was to lazily lay on the bed and not contribute a single thing to the whole experience.

So you laid there, legs parted and arms free to not do anything, maybe pick at the stray lint from the pillows under your head.

It's barely been ten minutes and yet the cock pumping inside of you is still going at the same unsteady and uneven pace, not even a hint of rhythm to its movement as it simply plunged in and out of your hole.

You weren't even close to the beginning of the beginning of an orgasm.

"Oh kitten, yes!!" The drow above you moaned his heart out with every unfulfilling thrust, his face in utter bliss as he declared how bad you were at this, how this might just be the most boring sex he has ever had.

And just like how it suddenly began, it suddenly ended with a groan and an uncomfortable squeeze on your behind that wasn't sure of itself.

When he pulled out, he immediately collapsed next to you. Skin glistening with sweat as he seemed to beam and flourish in the aftermath of your joined flapping around in bed, there was a glow to his face and stray hair strands framed his face making it look even more angelic.

His eyes met yours, there was a genuine spark in them.

You could tell he had the time of his life.

As you left Sorn to regain his energy, you were handed one of those review pamphlets just before you exited sharess's caress.

"It's a performance review, you can leave some notes or a tip if it was more than satisfactory" you were told.

Night summary: 2.5/10, didn't orgasm. Will be coming back + 30% tip excluding tax.

Second Night

"First oral experience between a sheltered couple in a barn" was your frame of reference.

That's how you ended up on the uncomfortable floor with merely a few scattered plastic leaves to imitate the scenery.

Sorn had a determined look in his eyes, as he got on his knees in front of you and parted your legs, he took a second to study and observe your private parts.

…okay the second might have stretched on for a bit too long, a full minute of silent uninterrupted blatant staring was more accurate.

And from the faux confused look on his face, he was really doing the role justice.

Finally he reached down, no not with his hand or even finger, he dove in head first.

A spark of hope ignited inside of you at the sight of his eager tongue, maybe just maybe he'd accidentally brush your clit with it.

You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, as you felt wetness sweeping across your core.

Here it comes.

Sorn paid very close attention to your….Vulva.

You opened your eyes as the eager tongue seemed very keen on licking and stroking your exterior skin, not even taking an accidental dip into your labia or anything.

Just full on licking the outside of your pussy.

He avoided your clit, of course he did, even with his face buried between your thighs, he still held an unnerving amount of precision to his movement.

You played with his hair until he finished his meal, not in a tender and sweet way but in a "this is the only thing I can fiddle with right now" way. It was surprisingly soft, you made a mental note to ask him about what conditioner he uses.

When Sorn eventually came up, he was breathless with a deep hunger in his eyes, as if he just ate the best meal of his entire life.

"Kitten you spoil me so much" he groaned as he got up from his knees, his cock erect and leaking from the previous display of the lack of passion no doubt.

He continued. "Take my milk kitten, be bad and make sure to use lots of teeth, make my cock have the worst experience in a mouth ever."

You obliged. Mimicking his technique, your lips parted as you sucked onto the tip of his cock, accidentally bumping your front teeth against it on the first try.

His hand went down to stroke his cock, leaving very little space for you to actually take in your mouth as he successfully made this interaction the most awkward it could be.

You kissed the smooth tip, giving soft kitten licks at the shaft and teasing the opening slit with your tongue. It must have been too good for his liking because he pulled his cock away.

Should the disappointed look on his face at your bad performance at being bad in bed, be considered a compliment or an insult?

Ready to attune for your sins, your look of determination didn't go unnoticed by him as you pulled his hand away from his cock.

You took a deep breath.

Then fully enveloped it in your mouth, taking it all the way back to the base, forcing your gag reflex to activate.

In mere seconds you were a coughing mess on his cock. And from the goosebumps on his body you could tell he didn't enjoy the experience of having a jaw filled with sharp teeth contracting around his shaft.

Perfect.

When the urge to almost throw up was too strong to ignore, you pulled away and looked up at him.

He had a lovestruck look on his face as his cock was left ignored.

Night summary: 1.5/10, neither of us orgasmed, will definitely come back again + 40% tip excluding tax.

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Chapter Two:

[lysblack]

Sharess' Caress

FF: Get me drunk and make me feel

Chapter 25 is out!

It took me an eternity but I finally managed to write not one, but two of them! Not fully convinced of the result but sometimes I have to remind myself I'm doing this to have fun, and not to overworry about hobbies as well. So, here it is.

Chapter summary: After a rough wake-up, Tav goes to check on a few acquaintances at the brothel. Nere's even more of a sour pissbaby than usual and Astarion takes every chance he gets at making fun of him. Raphael enjoys a good negotiation (no, not in the spicy way, that's still a possibility but it's gonna be further on).

Fic summary: The fanfic is covering the whole BG3 plot having Nere as a companion and love interest of Tav. Two main pairings, Tav/Nere and Tav/Astarion, because if the videogame can't give me a proper poly relationship, I'm sure as Hells gonna write one.

Lots of character development, redemption arcs for everyone and some NSFW stuff.

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THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO VOTED IN MY THREE POLLS!!!

The results are in:

KinnPorsche

2gether

Between Us/Until We Meet Again.

Let me know what to write next!!