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"Lae’zel, I know how much you want to find this crèche, but we still don’t know how far it is beyond the mountain pass. And if the roads are full of goblins and cultists, they will only slow us down even more," Tav decided. |
"Fine," Lae’zel swore under her breath. "Waste your precious time if you wish, I will seek my people in the morning." |
Tav hoped she was mostly bluster and wouldn’t leave on her own, but she knew there would be little use trying to talk the Githyanki out of anything if she’d set her mind to it. |
They found their way to an empty spot of land next near the front gate and began to settle in. Astarion had been able to acquire a good deal of supplies. The losses on the road had created a surplus of goods and their extra food was able to fetch a lot. His charms had gotten them even more. They now had canvas for extr... |
The two ready-made tents he bartered for, he claimed for Tav and himself. His was full of fresh clothes, new underpants, soap, pomade, and a few bottles of wine. Tav’s had much the same, in addition to a battered but well-tuned lute and a bundle of twine and needles useful for binding together loose pages. He hoped the... |
She left the twine for now, using the needle to help with sewing together additional tents. Astarion cozied up to her when they had a moment of privacy when the others went to wash. "Don’t wear those fingers out," he sat down beside her as she continued sewing. "I thought we might steal off for a private concert when t... |
"I suppose I could arrange a short set," she smiled. "Thank you again for the lute and the binding supplies as well." |
"Of course," he stole a kiss from her neck. "I’m sorry they didn’t have a lyre for you, but I know most bards train on the lute first." |
"You are correct." She was impressed he remembered her preferred instrument. "I wanted to ask," she began, as he continued kissing her neck. "Is the neck the only place you can bite someone? Or are there other suitable places?" Her hand teased along his inner thigh, indicating what she was thinking. |
"I suppose so," he smiled and looked her deeply in the eyes. "So does that mean you’ve made a decision?" |
"Not yet, still considering," she teased him. "But I have to protect my vocal cords, you see." |
"Of course. I imagine anywhere accessible with proper blood flow would be suitable. It is just the quickest place on the animals I’ve had to feed on. Well, |
I don’t want to attend this special concert so unkempt," he motioned at his adorably wild curls. "I will go make myself presentable then," he got up as Shadowheart returned. "How is the water?" He asked as she passed him. |
"Nice and cold," she eyed him suspiciously. She didn’t like how familiar he’d become with Tav, especially given his predilection for blood. She said as much, when he’d left. "I trust you are being cautious with him?" |
"Of course," Tav lied. |
She was thoroughly out of sorts in regards to him and seriously considering his bite proposal. And not all of her recklessness could be blamed on their tenuous fates. He captivated her like no one had before, vampire or not. She finished her stitching, trying to save a little bit of her finger strength for tonight. She... |
She washed, lathering up her hair and body with the soap he’d acquired. If felt good to be completely clean again. She would need to modify most of the clothing they’d acquired, since she lacked a tail, but she changed into a dark violet dress with a conspicuous hole that would fall just above her backside. It would be... |
Tav returned to camp and they went over their plans for the morning during dinner, hoping to scout the Selune temple by the late afternoon. Lae’zel announced she would continue to travel with them at least for the moment. A few tieflings came by to socialize, accompanying Tav on a few short songs, and sharing some home... |
everyone settled in for the evening and Tav slipped away with Astarion beside her. "The new dress suits you," he eyed the bare flesh peeking out just above her ass. "The underpants didn’t fit though?" |
"They were fine," she grinned as he slipped his hand into the hole to caress her bare skin. |
They found their way to a little glade that overlooked most of the grove. They spread out a blanket and opened one of the bottles of wine, Astarion acquiring some proper glasses as well so the flavor could be savored. Tav played a few short songs, working her fingers up to play a longer piece. This one was sung in elvi... |
"That was beautiful," he smiled warmly at her when the song finally concluded. "Is there anything you aren’t incredible at?" |
"Where should I start?" She laughed. |
He leaned over and kissed her, softly at first, but once she’d put the lute down, he pulled her down onto the blanket and kissed her harder. They shimmied out of their clothes again, groping and grinding against each other like young lovers. The gentle breeze that permeated the grove tickled their skin as they lie toge... |
"Do it," she trembled, still feeling the waves of her climax washing over her. "Drink from me." |
"You’re sure?" He looked in her eyes for total confirmation. He wanted it so badly, but only if she did as well. |
"Yes," she offered her inner thigh to him fully. |
He kissed it gently, nuzzling some of the tension out of it, hoping to spare her a little more pain than if she was fully tensed. Her pounding blood called to him and he finally let his teeth sink into her soft flesh. There was no hair or tough skin to get through, just smooth perfection. The warm, metallic taste was l... |
He grabbed the hand she’d clutched hard into the ground, reassuring her it would be alright. He licked away the trickling blood from the puncture wounds, allowing whatever substance in his saliva helped the blood to clot immediately. |
He sat back on his heels looking her over. "That was amazing," he savored the taste of her still lingering on his tongue. He had now tasted every part of her and yet wanted even more. "How do you feel?" |
"Lightheaded," her eyes blinked slowly. |
"Because your blood’s all down here," he smiled, letting a hand slide along her cunt. His fingers slipped inside her with ease and he watched with delight as she squirmed against them. "Let’s see if this helps too," he lifted her legs up gently, one at a time, and rested her ankles on his shoulder. He kissed her calves... |
She gripped her fingers into the ground again, bracing against his vigorous thrusts. Her thigh throbbed from his bite and the rest of her body had begun to react to her fever. She fell into a daze of ecstasy and dull, aching pain. |
He fucked her greedily, pressing her legs back against her chest, leaning his weight onto her and testing her flexibility. He was able to penetrate her to her very depth, making her cry out loudly. He came quickly atop her, collapsing in a heap of satisfaction of both his bloodlust and desire for her. |
When he finally came back to himself, he realized she was suddenly quiet and shivering under him. "Tav," he lifted himself off her, unfolding her weak but still conscious body. "What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?" Panic gripped his voice even though she started to stir slightly. |
"I don’t know," she said weakly, her eyes flickering in and out of focus. "I suddenly feel very faint. Get me back to camp." |
"Of course," he gathered her up in the blanket they’d laid upon. He didn’t even bother with his clothes, carrying her down the hill as quickly as he could. Most of the camp was asleep, so few very saw him striding along nude with an equally nude woman in his arms. "Wake up," he called when he entered the silent, dark c... |
Lae’zel was first out of her tent, a dagger already in her hand. "What is the meaning of this intrusion?" She hissed at him before seeing Tav in his arms. She swore at him as Shadowheart and Gale groggily emerged from their tents. "What did you do to her?" Shadowheart accused, casting a light around them so she could s... |
"Nothing, I don’t think," he replied. He’d been so throughly engrossed in his own pleasure that his attention of her had lapsed. The blood he’d taken from her now roiled in his stomach. |
Shadowheart looked Tav over, carefully moving the blanket aside to protect her nudity. She recoiled slightly when she saw the two red bite wounds on her inner thigh. "You monster, you bit her," Shadowheart reared up, ready to attack him. |
"She asked me to," he took a step back. He wanted to run, but he refused to leave her. |
Tav groaned suddenly, bringing their attention back to her. "Tav, what’s wrong? How can I help you?" Shadowheart asked. |
"My head. I’m so cold and thirsty," Tav shivered again. Shadowheart wrapped the blanket back around her, putting a hand on her forehead. "She’s got a bad fever. Lae’zel bring some water. Gale, I need some rags." |
"What can I do?" Astarion asked. |
"Just get out of here," Shadowheart yelled at him. |
"No," Tav reached out blindly for him. "Please." |
"I’m here," Astarion took her hand. |
"Is this a sudden illness? The parasite? Is anyone else feeling ill?" Gale returned with some cloth and threw a robe at Astarion in disgust. |
"A little," Shadowheart noted. "But it could have been that tiefling’s homemade wine." |
"You think she is transforming?" Lae’zel came back with water. |
"We don’t know," Shadowheart replied, seeing Lae’zel considering reaching for her blade. "We don’t need to do anything dramatic. Just give me the water." |
Shadowheart and Astarion helped sit Tav up so she could drink some water. She complained about her head again, so Shadowheart added a few herbs to the water for her to drink. They laid her back down and put a damp rag on her forehead. She finally settled and appeared to drift into a meditative trance. "Someone will ne... |
"I’m staying with her regardless," he insisted, gripping her hand tighter. |
"Fine," Shadowheart reluctantly obliged. |
She told the others she would take first watch and sat with Tav, until it was time for Gale to take over. She said nothing more to Astarion, but watched him closely. When Gale took over, he offered Astarion a simple warning, tinged with the slightest bit of jealously, "Harm her again and I will incinerate you." |
Astarion wanted to defend himself, but he didn’t see a point. They had all clearly made their mind up about him already. He only wondered how Tav would feel when she recovered in the morning, if she recovered. She had seemed fine one moment, but perhaps his bloodlust had clouded his mind. Maybe he had drunk too much fr... |
Tav fell into a dream, drenched in sweat. While it wasn’t typical for elves to dream often, the constant wandering of her mind led her to have them more often than the average high elf. She lay alone in a bed, a room similar to the one she kept in Baldur’s Gate, but shaped strangely by her dreaming mind. The pain and f... |
The only thing that moved her was a terrible cry that instantly pulled her out of bed. The weakness of her limbs caused her to stumble a bit, but she managed to find her footing. |
The sound had come from outside, so she opened the unfamiliar door to find dense woods instead of the city she’d expected. She listened carefully, hearing the distant whimpering of something in pain. Fear gripped her, but she was drawn to the sound with a sudden courage she could not shake. She struggled through the de... |
The animal growled at her lowly, but didn’t lunge as she bent down. It was terrified and unable to move much. It whined softly as she tried to heal it. The wound closed, but continued to weep blood. It had been torn almost beyond repair. She gently stroked the animal’s fur, trying to soothe it. |
The fox stirred suddenly, cowering in fear at some unknown terror. It desperately tried to drag itself behind her. Tav raised her eyes, scanning the surrounding trees. She stopped on a pair of red, glowing eyes. They seemed far away, but also somehow right next to her. They elicited a fear inside her like nothing ever ... |
She ran as fast as she could, but she felt as if the unknown creature was right behind her. She kept running, the burning in her lungs almost unbearable. Her head pounded and she began to feel faint. Then she suddenly found herself surrounded by silent darkness in every direction. She felt something reaching for her, d... |
But the voice was felt familiar, like she had heard it before. She tried to focus on the memory of the voice, bringing her mind back to the mindflayer ship. A voice urging her to get up out of her damaged pod. The darkness began to brighten, glowing with a spectrum of light. She was now standing on a floating platform ... |
She turned towards the voice, a figure standing where there hadn’t been moments before. He looked a little like Astarion, older and less polished. If Astarion had been allowed to age, perhaps he would have looked like this. "How do you know my name? All of my names?" She asked. "Am I dead?" |
"Not yet, but you are nearing ever closer. That is why I came," the figure answered. |
"Is this the tadpole’s doing?" |
"Yes. Your sudden loss of blood made it panic. It wants you to transform." |
"Can you help me stop it?" |
"I can, as I have helped you before." |
Tav suddenly recalled as she fell from the ship. She could feel the sickening lurch of her stomach and the wind whipping around her. Then she had been abruptly still and floating just above the ground before darkness overtook her again. |
"You were on the ship and when I fell from it?" She asked. |
"I was. You are destined for something more. You have a purpose. You just need to embrace your potential." |
"What does that mean?" |
"The parasite. You need to learn to harness it." |
"You can’t just get it out of me?" |
"That is beyond my capabilities. But I can teach you to control it, to use its abilities in the tough days ahead." |
"What is ahead? I still don’t understand what is happening." |
"I understand that this is overwhelming, but you must trust me." |
"I don’t even know," she began before a booming noise interrupted her. |
"I’m sorry, I have to go," the figure looked panicked. "Please think about what I have told you." |
"Wait," Tav shouted as she was pushed backwards, the darkness beginning to creep back around her. The voice echoed distantly, telling her she would wake and feel better. She returned to her own body, stiff and aching from the fever, but no longer delirious. She struggled against the exhaustion she felt, but soon collap... |
Standing on the precipice of the Grand Hall, Zevlor looked out over the dying city. The finale had finally dawned with several Nautiloids and Mindflayers tearing at the sky. It felt wrong to be standing idle while mayhem unfolded around them, but he knew this was where he was supposed to be. Everyone, including the Har... |
The two parties had worked in parallel but never overlapped. Zevlor was forced to reinstate his title of Commander of the Hellriders to his unworthy shoulders. There were days of smoking out smaller groups of the Absolute and finding other shattered bands of righteous warriors. Hintha and her group were tackling more p... |
A sense of duty was welcomed. He could almost forget the suffering he had inflicted over the past years until he saw one of the other refugees he had failed so miserably. Keeping to the dank alleys and the underground catacombs was easier than dealing with the ache where his oath was. |
Though it was misery waking up in a bed alone. It was not much, that night he had spent with Hintha. All things considered, it was incredibly tame. Jaheira had jammed the door and despite their best efforts, they could not open it without causing incredible damage. After much debating, with her spluttering arguments we... |
At first, there was a gap between them, but when he awoke briefly in the night, he felt her face pressed against his chest. Her soft snores were a lullaby. When he awoke the second time to the dawn, she had moved further on top of him with his arms wrapped snuggly around her. |
It was the best sleep he had in years, despite how his body creaked afterwards. |
And how could he forget how gorgeous her sheepishness was? |
But the past meant nothing if the future did not come tomorrow. |
As the Flaming Fist captain spoke, the doors were thrown open with both her hands. |
Hintha, adorned in her half plate, shield, and mace, stood. Her usual companions were equally assembled in leather and plate, with powerful magic pulsing from their weapons. |
She heaved a deep breath and stormed inside. Eyes blazed with fierceness unknown to Zevlor before as she rallied their allies. A cheer erupted from the ranks and a new energy was sparked. |
He rolled his shoulders, feeling his armour creak with his motions. It had been a long time since he had donned the ceremonial parts of a Commander’s set but it was necessary. He had become their unwitting leader now and he had always known that looks inspired more than most gave credit for. |
And by the Gods, something stirred in him when he saw the confident stride of Hintha come towards him. |
She had looked beautiful when he held her a tenday ago despite being soaking wet and dishevelled. Now though, she looked otherworldly. A match to Dame Aylin. |
"Commander Zevlor," she spoke. |
He smiled slightly. "I’ve told you before, please call me Zevlor." |
She laughed, a melodious sound that was terribly out of place considering their situation, but warmed his bones. "I’m surprised you’re thinking of that now," she scolded but there was no ire to her voice. "As much as I would love to indulge in memories, we need to focus on the now." |
He straightened. "Of course. What is it that you need of me and my men?" |
My men. It still felt wrong. |
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