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Rapahel’s gaze found Haarlep’s behind the writhing Teifling’s head. " They are yours to play with until they beg for forgiveness." He watched the Incubus grin before his fingers picked up the pace, thrusting in and out of their sweet wetness. Ash lost themselves in the bombardment of pleasure. The incubus’s constant te... |
Haarlep’s fingers left Ash’s centre, only to be replaced by the sharp thrust of his thick length pushing into their molten warmth. The position the Tiefling was forced in, bound legs spread open by the Incubus’s thighs, granted a clear view to the Devil, of the warlock’s greedy lower lips taking all of his cock. All As... |
Ash lost track of time. Their mind foggy with lust making it hard to focus on anything, other than their frustration. The Incubus pulled their body about like a rag doll. His multiple releases painted the Tieflings body. The current position the Warlock found themselves in, resting face down on the bed. Their hips rais... |
"Now pet. What do you say?" Raphael’s voice snapped Ash out of focusing on the maddening pace of the incubus’s thrusting hips. |
"I’m sorry." Ash blurted out with a gasp, as Haarlep pulled all the way out, only to re-sheath himself in a single hard thrust. |
"Come now pet. You can do better than that." Raphael grinned at the sight before him. His little warlock, broken and dripping on the clone of his cock. He could feel every squeeze of their tight walls around him. Joining the loose grip of his own hand moving up and down, spreading the drops of pre-come along the length... |
"I'm sorry for breaking into your house and trying to steal from you." Ash painted as Haarlep stilled, his thick length buried as deep as he could. The nails on his free hand bit into the soft flesh of their hips, as he held them still. "I won’t do it again." Their lust filled eyes searched his face, looking for any in... |
Raphael let out a hum. Feigning thought as he watched the Tiefling beg him for release with their eyes. The Incubus buried deep inside of them, placed biting kisses along their neck, as he waited for his master's response. "How you beg so prettily for me pet." Raphael purred. "So wet and needy. Oh how I wish I could ke... |
Ash felt the sharp sting on their shoulder, as Haarlep bit deeply into their soft flesh. The gentle trickle of warmth spread from the wound, as the Incubus’s venom flowed through the bite. The sudden snap of his hips drove the warlock over the edge. Their screams of pleasure filled the room, as Ash’s body spasmed with ... |
The Tiefling collapsed on the bed. Silken sheets sticking to their overstimulated body as Haarlep slipped from their centre. His thick spend spilled onto the sheets beneath their hips. Staining the sheets with the proof of the night's activity. Ash watched as Raphael’s seed spilled over his tight fist. His hips thrusti... |
Once freed, Ash rolled on their back. Limbs numb from the lack of blood flow, causing any movement to lead to a soft whimper leaving them. Haarlep hands gently rubbed against their limbs, easing the pins and needles that caused them pain. His gentle action was a shocking contrast to their earlier teasing touch. Ash clo... |
When Ash woke, it was trapped between the hot bodies of the Devil and the Incubus. The Teiflings head was resting on Rapahel’s broad chest. The same chest pressed firmly against Ash’s back, Haarlep’s hot breath fanned over the bite mark on their shoulder as he dozed. The warlock tried to untangle themselves from the ov... |
"Where do you think you are going, little pet?" The sleep filled voice of Raphael rumbled through his chest. Ash looked up to meet his hazy gaze. Hooded eyes met their mis-matched gaze. |
"I need to get back." Ash trailed off as Raphael drew a clawed nail lazily down their stomach. "The others are gonna be worried if i’m not back soon." His disgruntled grumble had awoken the Incubus. Haarlep began to nuzzle into the bite mark they had left. |
"You are frustratingly right, little pet." He released his grip on the warlock, allowing Ash to sit up. "Don’t you worry, I shall send you back. I am a kind master after all." Something flashed in his eyes, as he clicked his fingers. The hot white flash blinded Ash. |
When Ash’s vision clearned, they found themselves back in the room in the Devil's Fee. Their body sticky and sore from their time in Raphael's home. Looking down at themselves, Ash notices their clothing has returned to the dark robes they wore upon entering the House of hope. The marks from Haarlep’s ropes and darkeni... |
Nadryn is almost tolerable when he rests the way he does. His hair, normally shoulder-length and curling down the nape of his neck, now wisps over his face and splays across the forest floor in a way Dharvir would almost call... pretty. Pine needles and dead oak leaves braid his raven locks like the forest itself was t... |
Dharvir hadn’t been particularly careful about dragging his body here. She’d been more distracted by just how heavy he’d been—unexpected considering how skinny he seemed otherwise. She’s stronger than she looks, but even Karlach would huff the way she does, doubled over, hands on xer knees, brow slick, and chest heavin... |
They can no longer see the edge of camp—haven’t for the past ten minutes or so. The last thing she needs is to have him waking the rest of the party. She’s already wary enough of Astarion’s late-night wandering. The nearby area is pitch black aside from the occasional stroke of moonlight through the thicket. There’s no... |
She takes a sigh of relief and brushes her hair from her face to admire him again, finally allowed the moment to simply be there without worry. |
His face is calm for once. His permanent scowl has ebbed into a neutral state. He almost looks young now, unburdened by the world and all that’s in it. Down his chest, he’s clothed in that signature white long-sleeved shirt. Dharvir could never stand the texture of it, personally, opting to bear xer chest instead. Idly... |
Part of her wants to lose her patience and start now, but she knows better. Nadryn is dangerous, and she won’t let herself underestimate that. Along with his ability to spell cast beyond her own ability, the sleeping potion she slipped into his wine won’t last much longer. Xe needs to work with haste. |
She reaches into the waistband of her trousers and retrieves a scroll of paper, aged and worn from centuries of rest. Several black circular symbols cross her eyes as she pulls it open, unveiling each new drawing and phrase like a curtain from a window. " |
Scroll of Evard’s Black Tentacles |
." It was a find she pocketed quickly in a nearby crypt. She’s glad xe did, considering her need for it now. |
She takes a breath, turns one last glance to the warlock, and finally parts xer lips to speak. The words flow smoothly, despite the fact they’re unpracticed, her tongue dancing over each vowel and consonant of the ancient script. With a clawed hand extended before her, the ground darkens, clouds accumulating and swirli... |
The tendrils writhe and squirm, twisting and curling into Nadryn’s body. Several latch to his arms, pulling his limbs taut against the ground. Six or seven dart blindly to his legs, curling in on his black leather pants until Dharvir can’t tell where the tentacles start and the fabric ends. |
Xe tests xer will on the spell, concentrating on a command. In return - and to Dharvir’s delight - the tentacles obey. The tendrils pull apart Nadryn’s legs, spreading the limbs until the tiefling is satisfied. |
Vulnerable, unconscious, and controlled, Nadryn makes a sound somewhere between a sigh and a whine. His head turns over, brows furrowed, and immediately, Dharvir wills the tentacles over Nadryn’s chest, tangling within itself and constricting until the man wheezes, groaning out painfully. The extra restraints are all i... |
She crosses her arms over her chest, the scroll still tucked between her fingers. She isn’t entirely sure |
she’d planned for when he woke. Thankfully, xe hadn’t thought about it at all. Xe never does think before most of xer decisions, not one like this: up and abandoning xer entire team on a whim. Astarion’s gutless, Shadowheart a fool for relying on a goddess so passionately, Karlach... well... and Nadryn - well - she’s b... |
The whole team is a disaster—a bunch of weak-willed, incapable morons. Dharvir’s used to tieflings and devils and the chaos in impulsivity and power. |
If xe’s leaving it all behind, they might as well do it with a bang. If they take the path to Moonrise through the overpass, they’ll avoid Nadryn and the party completely. |
Nadryn pulls Dharvir from her thoughts when he groans out, hands straining against the tentacles for a moment before going limp again, defeated. His head turns over once again, defeated. His head turns over once again, grimacing with tight-knitted features, his hair falls from his face, and finally, he opens his eyes. |
Dharvir watches on with a sideways smirk pressed to her dark lips, her cockiness unphased even when they match gazes. Nadryn’s eyes, confused and panicked, dart from the forest to the night sky to the tentacles against his body and, finally, panicked and delirious, they rest on Dharvir. |
"Dh... Dharvir...?" |
The ranger tilts xer head curiously at him, waiting for more. They look him up and down, admiring the way he pulls at the restraints. His muscles tense and tremble in exertion, fighting with his full strength against the dark, slick tentacles. |
"What-" He turns his attention down across the tentacles again, straining. "Let me out, Dharvir - what - |
Dharvir clicks her tongue, smirking down at him. She’s high on the power she has over him in that moment, heart pounding with excitement, chest puffed in glee. |
"Good morning, sleepyhead." She crouches down in front of him, hand running from his chest to his stomach, and down his thigh. "Rest well?" Her fingers taper off at his knee. |
Nadryn grunts, pulling desperately at the tentacles as if he could begin to fend off the writhing muscles. He strains, struggles, but only succeeds in breaking a sweat, his body trembling, muscles threatening to strain. Dharvir snorts, unimpressed by Nadryn’s struggle. |
"Shit," Nadryn pants, finally relaxing his struggle. He tilts his head back, processing with wide eyes and pinched brows. "Let me |
, Dharvir, this isn’t funny!" |
"It’s not meant to be," The tiefling replies blandly, dropping the playfulness from before. She looks Nadryn up and down, drinking in the harsh blaze of frustration seared into his brow, his mouth pressed into a tight grimace. |
"You aren’t getting out," Dharvir states matter-of-factly. "It’s cute that you think this is a joke." |
Nadryn’s face edges with confusion, trying to understand the other’s reasoning behind it all. "What-What do you |
"You." Dharvir leans forward on xer knees, pressing one palm into the roots beside Nadryn’s left hip and then up to the area above his right shoulder. They’re draped over him, blanketing their body over the warlock, holding xer confident eyes to Nadryn’s - uncertain and panicked. |
"I’m-" Nadryn shifts his jaw and searches Dharvir’s eyes for any sort of bluff. She portrays nothing but sadistic |
" It’s a warning preceding the harsh jab of a command prodding at their mind. |
Dharvir winces, sharp pain stabbing against the recesses of her brain. She concentrates, attempting to push Nadryn from her with every ounce of will xe can muster. Despite the fact Nadryn’s always been more inclined mentally, Dharvir miraculously manages to shove him from her, forcing him out of her mind - away from th... |
"Fuck you." Nadryn hisses. |
Dharvir backhands him, forcing the tentacles tighter, constricting and squeezing until his bones threaten to give out. |
"Say that again, |
They hold eye contact, Nadryn glaring with such spite even the hells could compare. |
"Fuck. You." Nadryn’s tone increases, louder, angrier. "Let me |
Dharvir’s jaw shifts, lips curved in one corner, entertained by Nadryn’s useless rage. |
In one quick move, Dharvir reaches into her back pocket, snagging from its sheathe a bright silver dagger, reflecting the light of the moon from far above them. She lifts the blade, high enough as if to plunge into Nadryn’s skull, two hands upon the handle, one to aim and one for force. |
Nadryn doesn’t have time, nor the reflexes to brace himself. He stares up at the dagger with wide, fearful eyes, unready for his sudden death. Just as he expects it to plunge, for his entire world to go blank and accept the presence of Hermora. It doesn’t. |
Dharvir lowers the knife to Nadryn’s pants. One harsh slash across his thigh, piercing his leather pants and on through his leg, parting skin from skin and fat from muscle, causing Nadryn to cry and strain, his nerves suffering the same dull edge of the blade. Dull so it’s slower. Dull so it hurts. |
Nadryn grips the tentacles that begin to writhe further across his body, exploring and caressing every inch of bare skin. They pull at his shirt under Dharvir’s will, and shove themselves under his waistband and through the new slit in his thigh. |
The tentacles must be coated in some sort of salt - Nadryn briefly realizes - because as the muscles glide over the cut, his flesh |
painfully. His back arches from the ground, legs struggling further. But still - despite the burning, stinging, constricting, |
, he relents. He opens his eyes, glaring at Dharvir with pure, untamed hatred, and he speaks again, only trembling slightly around the edges. |
Dharvir." He hisses. "I don’t know what this is about, but you’ve fucking |
Dharvir makes a sound between a scoff and a snort, her hand grabbing at the lace of his pants, slowly working the knot undone between deft fingers. Her hair falls over xer face as xe speaks, only causing xer to seem more unhinged. |
"I’ve always been like this. You just overlooked it." She struggles with the knot for a moment before deeming it useless and dragging the knife under the string. "I think it’s cute how much of a fight you put up. You’re just |
confident you’ll be saved, aren’t you?" |
The knife severs the string and the top of Nadryn’s pants draw open, revealing the sparse happy trail to his underwear. Dharvir drags their nails over the skin, causing Nadryn to jerk away, disgusted. |
"Your God isn’t here, |
" A tentacle drags down his lower stomach, following the trail into his boxers alongside two more, writhing and bulging at the cloth. Nadryn grimaces, discomforted by the cold tendrils, exploring regions he’s left long untouched. And through it all - Nadryn’s slow realization to her intentions, the squirming against th... |
"Dharvir-" Nadryn starts. He trails off into a whimpering shout when one of the members finds his cock. Cold and damp, it caresses him, flicks over his soft length in a sensation that feels overwhelmingly |
. Disgusting and unpleasant in all the ways he’s actively avoided for years now. " |
Dharvir tilts xer head, pleased with the way he begs, struggles, |
. His voice waivers in fear: growing, sick panic. |
"I almost pity you when you beg pretty like that." She smiles. With a lunge of her body, rising back to her feet, she snaps her fingers. |
All at once, the tentacles stop. They still and wait, as if processing. And then they move again under new orders. The three that had been in Nadryn’s underwear retract, and several that had been holding him into the forest floor loosen. |
Immediately, Nadryn tries struggling again, looking for an opening through the brief reprieve. Just as quickly, though, the tendrils clamp down on him again. Two on his upper arms, two on his forearms, and the rest shoving him up from the ground, forcing his legs under himself until he’s right where Dharvir wants him -... |
"You want to go?" Dharvir smirks, her yellow irises half-lidded. Below her, Nadryn looks on with a mix of panic, uncertainty, and distrust. Dharvir’s cock twitches. "You take care of me, no struggling, no running, and I won’t fuck you stupid right here and now." |
Nadryn tests the binds of his wrists, trying to test his options. Dharvir can taste the hesitation in his eyes, it’s sour on her tongue and just as hot with rage. |
," Nadryn snarls. "Touch me and I’ll-I’ll tell |
. You won’t have |
Dharvir smirks tenderly, "You tremble, |
And stutter. Do you fear this |
?" She presses a clawed hand to xer hip and tilts xer head. |
A black tendril darts to his mouth, wrapping around his head and sealing his lips before he can continue. |
worry for my survival without the lot of you. What - a warlock that can hardly handle a simply scroll, a |
relying on a tadpole, and a barbarian with a bleeding heart?" There’s an uncomfortable shift in her eyes, but she disregards it. "I’ll be |
on my own. I know survival, and I have connections in Baldur’s Gate." She huffs a laugh. "You’re useless to me. Hells, your own |
couldn’t bypass a tadpole." A tilt of her head and her hand scruffing his hair as if he were a dog. "Don’t oversell yourself." |
Those words were just the concoction to pique Nadryn’s spite. He snarls against the tentacle, opening his mouth only for the muscle to flood in and enrange him further. |
Nadryn tries to speak, and Dharvir silences him just as quickly. he tries to struggle and it’s useless. He’s completely at Dharvir’s mercy, powerless, submissive, and victim to the last person he wants to be. |
"So what’ll it be?" Dharvir asks, still stroking the back of Nadryn’s head. "Can you suck it up for five minutes? Or am I going to have to fight you?" |
Nadryn shifts his jaw, unwilling to pick either. She’s propositioned him for this sort of thing before. Hell, they’d gotten to taking their |
off before Dharvir had been the one to suggest they stop. Where did |
The tentacles release his mouth, allowing him the freedom to answer - and he’s about to consider biting back with another trembling, unconvincing insult. His rage, however strong it is, is no match for the dread that crawls up his spine when one of the tentacles pressed against his back begins to worm against his pelvi... |
and desire - is stronger. |
The tiefling’s pieced brow cocks up her head, disbelieving of his resignation. |
"I’ll-I’ll do it... B-But you |
touch me... and you’ll-you’ll release me afterward, right?" |
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