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"—Shar stole everything from me—my family, my memories, my purpose. She made me who I am, dictated what I could and couldn't be. Without that guidance, I—" Shadowheart clenches her eyes for a moment, before opening them, filled with contempt. "You can't truly love me—not when there's nothing left to love."
A silence follows Shadowhearts admission, leaving both of you to stew in your respective thoughts. You, for your part, retain a perfectly blank face while your insides stir with anguish. You knew Shadowheart was having issues with her image, but to reduce herself to nothing?
Nothing? You clench your hands into a fist, nails digging into palms hard enough to break flesh. If only your enemy was something tangible, something you could rip the throat out of, something that could be brushed away with a comforting sweep and not a God.
How many more times must they ruin the lives of mortals before they are satisfied? You cannot even begin to fathom the grief and pain Shadowheart has had to endure to get this far. The price for your faith shouldn’t be everything you are—it shouldn’t cost anything at all.
But Shar is vindictive, and Shadowheart must pay for it.
Your grip loosens, and you take another deep breath. You cannot change her past, but you can be here to help her build her future. Shar will not get the satisfaction of taking that too.
For all your regrets in life, knowing—loving—Shadowheart is not one. She is not nothing, far from it, and you will convey this the best you can.
It is not something they can fix in one simple conversation, but it will be the first of many, if you have any say in it.
"You are not allowed to wallow in self pity, it's wholly unbecoming of you."
"Self pity? It's the truth—"
"Shadowheart. Just listen for a moment," you interrupt, raising a hand. "You will never be able to convince me that you deserve anything less than the world. My truth, is that you are perfect the way you are."
"Perfect?" she scoffs, "now you're just saying things."
"How could you be anything less? It is as though you descended from the heavens themselves, my prayers answered for their fairest angel. Even the most poetic bard can only dream of capturing your stunning beauty."
Shadowheart does flush at this, eyes darting away from yours for a second in embarrassment. She is quick to recover though, and even quicker to shoot down your words. "Pure vanity. Looks will fade eventually, and you'll find a new gem to stare at."
"You assume my love for you is merely physical. I am in constant awe at how much I can find to be mesmerized at. From your calm rationale to your quick wit and snark that give even Astarion a run for his coin. There is nothing I don't love about you."
"How can I not attribute any of that to Shar? If she raised me, molded me into who I am... how could I be anything but a failed reflection of her?"
"You are a failed reflection—and that is your greatest accomplishment. No matter how hard Shar tried, she could never truly strip you of your soul. You were so defiantly you, that even taking your memories wasn't enough to kill what made you, you. All that work to turn you over to darkness, and still you ended up here,...
"But I still almost became exactly what she wanted of me—without your help I surely would have given in to her. A fool, in my own right."
"But you didn't, did you? I was not the one to cast the spear aside. Perhaps I was an influence, but that decision was all yours. Do not belittle the strength it takes to abandon all you knew for the unknown—and strength, is the one thing you cannot deny having in-droves."
She shakes her head, but you’re not done, not even close. When it comes to Shadowheart, you could speak forever if need be. You step closer, forcing her to look at you, forcing her to see the insurmountable love in your eyes, and you say low, reverental—
"You think you are nothing, but I believe you are everything, and you will never have nothing, because for as long as I live, I will always be yours."
Her eyes cloud, tears threatening to spill. She reaches for you, wrapping her arms tightly around your neck. You do nothing but hold her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear as she cries.
Time stretches into infinity. Her tears have long since subsided, breaths slowed to an even pace, but still you two hold onto each other. A part of you is afraid that if you let go first she will fall apart, that if you dare utter a word this thin layer of comfort you can give her will shatter.
Eventually, Shadowheart breaks the silence.
"Did you mean it?" she says, quiet and muffled into your neck.
"Have I ever lied to you before?"
"I wouldn't know. Something about you just makes me believe anything you say, against my better judgment."
"Does that mean you believe me when I say you're perfect?"
She laughs, verberating through you and this time, you allow it to soothe your nerves. "I wouldn't go that far. But, maybe in time I'll learn to love myself a little more. I just don't see what you see." She takes a step back, letting her arms fall from you. Her eyeliner is slightly smudged, but she is no less beautifu...
"We are our worst enemy," you smile, wide and obvious and only for her, "but that's fine—I'll be your greatest ally. If you ever need someone to wax poetics at you in the future, just ask. I doubt I will ever tire of things to say."
She cups your cheek, thumb gently brushing over your bottom lip. "You are far too kind sometimes. It's a wonder no-one before me took advantage."
A thrill runs up your spine. No one before her could ever get the chance to see you this weak. "I am certainly not kind, and you are certainly not taking advantage of me. Not like you should."
"Like I should, huh?" she says, and it's deceptively cute how innocent she looks when she tilts her head like that. You're no fool—innocent is not a word you could ever attribute to Shadowheart.
"Quite. Whatever you want from me, you can have."
"Anything? Be careful what you wish for."
"Yes," you pull her hand towards your lips, and press a soft kiss to her inner wrist, "Anything. All you have to do is ask."
She leans in close, lips just barely touching yours as she mumbles against them. "Show me then, just how much you love me."
It's all the permission you need to close the minute distance, pulling her into a kiss. You hold her there by the hips, raking your nails over the soft flesh exposed there.
Kissing Shadowheart always feels like a spell has been placed on you. No matter how deep you make it, how close you bring your bodies together, you still want more. Hunger overtakes you, and you want nothing more than to swallow her whole. You suck on her bottom lip, and in turn, Shadowheart bites yours. Hard.
Hard enough that she draws blood. She runs her tongue over the puncture with a satisfying hum, and you don't flinch, letting the metallic taste settle with a rumbling laugh.
You pull away, tsking slightly, "always so frisky."
She smirks, breathless and far too pretty for your own good. "Too much?"
"Never enough." You dive back in, her arms linking around your waist. Shadowheart can bite you whenever and wherever she pleases, just the thought of it stokes the fire building within you.
But that will have to wait.
Though, it does give you some ideas. You break the kiss, traveling down to nip at her neck at random places. Eventually you settle on a spot just under her ear that makes her grip onto your waist just a little bit tighter. You suck on the sensitive spot, teeth scraping just slightly so she knows exactly what you're doi...
Usually, you try not to leave any marks, adhering to Shadowheart's penchant for "secrecy" but you're feeling a little...possessive just now. You pull away, staring at the purplish mark forming. There will be no doubt what happened tonight, everyone will know that you did this, that only you are allowed to touch her lik...
Shadowheart's voice cuts through your haze, filled with want, "Instead of staring, you could continue what you started."
Your eyes are drawn back to her darkened ones, pupils blown with lust.
"Why don't you show me exactly where you want me to touch you?"
She grabs your hands in each of her own, moving them to the sides of her neck. You squeeze it gently before she carries on, slowly, dragging them further down past her collarbone. You splay both your hands over her chest, slinking past her cloister top and brushing over her perked nipples. She shudders, hands tightenin...
You've traveled all throughout Faerûn, seen mystifying ebony lakes, mountain hills that span as far as the eye can see, and meadows filled with effervescent flowers—none can compare to the sight before you. "Oh, there could be no-one else for me, Shadowheart, not when you exist."
"You're only saying that because you have a handful of my breasts right now," she breathes out, barely audible.
You smile, rolling a nipple between two fingers, pulling and plucking it while you lean down to gently bite the other one. "That’s true, they are amazing—fitting for a goddess, even."
Shadowheart whimpers, arching into your touch.
You've been able to draw a few obscene noises out of the usually quiet woman, but that? That's new.
You want to hear it again.
"Do you like when I call you that? My goddess. So perfect, so pliable, all for me." Blasphemous, and probably locking you out of a few celestial planes for even uttering it, but you can scarcely care. Not when your ideal afterlife is right here—watching Shadowheart flush everywhere you can see. You move your knee betwe...
She will be the death of you, and there’s no other way you’d like to go.
You need to have her now, need to taste her—slick and wet and wanting—until she comes undone. Giver her all that she deserves.
"Look at me," you whisper.
She does, and you sink to your knees, maintaining eye contact the whole way down. It's a disgraceful position, but it feels anything but when you're one touch away from where she needs you.
You waste no time, slinking your fingers into the waistband of her trousers. In one swift movement, you will see her wet and eager cunt ready for—
"Wait," Shadowheart startles, pushing your shoulders back a little, "are we seriously doing this now?"
You frown. "Where else did you think this was going?"
"To a bedroom, perhaps? Somewhere a little more private?"
"We've had sex on a beach before. That was hardly the most secretive place."
"An inn rooftop is very different from that and you know it," she hisses out.
Semantics—always so frustrating. This late, the odds of anyone stumbling up here is relatively low. And if by some astronomical chance they do? Well, there are worse ways to be found. "Are you saying you don't want this?"
"I—" her breath hitches as you draw light circles into her inner thigh with your nails, teasing her. "Fine."
As soon as you hear the first syllable you drag her trousers and undergarments down in one fell swoop, revealing the small tuft of hair between her legs. The evidence of her arousal is thick in the air, cunt practically dripping with wetness.
"So beautiful," you mummer, pressing a light kiss to her clit. The scent is intoxicating, and you chase the taste of her cunt like it's your last meal. Your tongue finds purchase in her lips—sucking, licking, prodding, but purposely never applying pressure to her clit. One of your hands teases her entrance, finger slip...
Shadowheart groans in displeasure. "You can stop teasing me now."
Her fingers rake through your hair, pulling your head back in annoyance. A sound escapes your throat—not quite a moan, but just as telling. She's too soft with you sometimes, as if scared you'd love her a little less if these hard parts came out. But it is so satisfying when you're able to draw it out.
You look up, staring into needy eyes that frantically search yours. Her grip in your hair is still there, but the only motion between you two is the rise and fall of her chest as she takes deep breaths.
After that, there is only one way you want to make her come undone, you just have to coax it out of her.
"Why don't you do it yourself?"
She huffs, "Aren't you supposed to be showing me how much you love me?"
"Oh, but aren’t I? I give you my all, Shadowheart, your vessel for whatever you please. Use me how you see fit."
A flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, "Are you sure?"
Wholly unnecessary, but you...appreciate the concern. You’ve said that you would do anything for Shadowheart, and when you say anything, you mean it. This is the mildest of cases. "Without a doubt."
She bites her lip, contemplating, and then the filthiest expression you’ve ever seen on her crosses her face. "Hands behind your back, then. I want to put that mouth to actual use."
You smile. That's more like it.
As soon as you obey, you're roughly pulled forward, held in place as Shadowheart sloppily grinds against your face. You flick your tongue out but otherwise stay statuesque, letting Shadowheart pull you wherever she wants.
It’s overwhelming in the best of ways, senses completely overrun with her—wet and slick to the point of dripping down your chin, the sound of her soft moans filling the air as she hits her clit just right on your tongue, head tilting back in ecstasy. All of it, pure bliss.
Forget what you said before. This is your ideal afterlife.
And it's harder than you thought, staying still and not involved with her writhing above you like this. You want to help her along, chase her orgasm with an eagerness but no, you're a good—
"Gods," she rasps out, pulling you impossibly closer. She's close, evident by her hips canting out of rhythm and that last thread of restraint snaps.
Your hands leave from behind you, one reaching up to grip her thigh and the other burying fingers inside of her with a quickness. It's the push she needed, grinding hard on your tongue and fingers one last time before she finally reaches her peak.
Her thighs clamp around your head, hips stuttering uncontrollably as she comes. You don't stop, lapping up her juices and fucking her through her orgasm until she paws at you meekly, pushing you away.
While she composes herself, you lick your lips, savoring the taste of her. Dazed, (and you weren’t even the one getting fucked) you stand up, an ache in your knees from it's digging into the cheap wood below you. Not unpleasant, all things considered.
"Someone didn't follow directions." The sound of Shadowhearts voice draws attention to her, a wide smile on her still flushed face.
Your heart flutters, momentarily stunned at her casual beauty and this problem gets worse and worse every waking moment you spend with her and you don't know how much more you can give until you become nothing but you don't care. She will have you all.
"Are you going to punish me?"
"Do you want me to?"
Tempting, so tempting. Sparks of arousal tingle your senses, but you shake your head, "Perhaps later, this was only about you tonight." You look up into the sky, noticeably less dark than it had been before. "And it's getting awfully late, isn't it? I do believe I was supposed to be keeping watch."
"So much for "only a short while'" she says sheepishly, before tilting her head up, "I only feel a little sorry."
You snort. There's the Shadowheart you know and love. "Don't even feel that much. I couldn't have asked for a better night."
"Was being between my thighs that good?"
Yes. "Any time spent with you is lovely."
Shadowheart steps towards you, linking her arms around your neck. She leans in and you meet her halfway, resting your forehead on hers, eyes shut. "Thank you, again. I don't think anyone else could reassure me like you do. The truth is...I am lucky to have someone as remarkable as you in my life."