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Dharvir smirks, satisfied and crosses her heart with a clawed finger. "You have my word. |
Not that it means much, |
Dharvir flicks xer wrist and - as one rare act of mercy - the tendrils around his arms loosen, allowing free range of his hands and arms. He tests them gratefully, rolling his wrists and stretching the sore limbs, until they no longer ache. In return, the tentacles binding his legs to the ground tighten, and a singular, thin muscle wraps around his neck. A warning. |
Try anything and I’ll tug your leash like a dog. |
Finally, Nadryn sighs, grateful to be allowed this moment of reprieve. Just as quickly though, it fades. His attention returns to his captor, her pants sporting her half-hard bulge. She’s twitching against the fabric - needy and aroused with enthusiasm she hasn’t felt in... Gods knows how long. |
"Shy, mawfy? Have you done this before?" She twirls the blade in her hand, keeping it |
out of his reach, to his disappointment. |
"Yes," Nadryn snaps, frowning. No, he hasn’t, but she doesn’t need to know that. "I - You’re distracting me." |
Dharvir raises her hands in innocence as if she weren’t the one to bring him here in the first place. As if |
wrong for getting defensive. |
Nadryn swallows thickly, willing his anxiety into his gut. Just do this, and he’ll be let go. Just finish her off and he’ll |
have to do this again. |
He brings his hands up, wrists still loosely wrapped in those tendrils as he pulls at the button of her trousers. They come undone quickly, the fabric parting to reveal the v-line of xer pelvis. Xe isn’t wearing underwear, like xe planned to make it quick. |
Nadryn keeps pulling at their pants until all at once, she springs from the fabric. Her cock flicks up to her lower stomach, long enough to nearly reach xer belly button. She’s pierced down the underside of a girthy, red shaft and menacing in size. Nadryn gulps, wondering what the hell he’s gotten himself into. |
A bead of precum drools down her dark, flushed head, down her frenulum, and threatens to fall upon Nadryn’s face, gazing on in intimidated awe. |
"Jealous?" Dharvir smirks. |
Nadryn scowls. "Not in the slightest." |
The half-drow slowly takes xer length in his hand, dragging his calloused fingers from base to tip and back down, the underside of his digits bumping over their piercings. |
Just feeling her cock in another’s hand is enough to work her up, her head tilting back with a satisfied sigh-moan. Encouraged, Nadryn continues. His hand works her whole length, jerks her through several long, tight strokes. |
He’s not entirely alien to this position - he’s been face-to-face with dick before, and knows how to handle it, sort of. But as Dharvir guides him closer by his hair, he’s stepping into completely new territory. |
"Nice and easy, Nadryn." He |
the way she says his name. |
how she treats him like a toy. Like she owns him. |
He starts to say something back, but the words die on his tongue with the salty of her abnormally |
head. She presses in, reaches the back of his tongue and is immediately forced back out by Nadryn gagging, jerking away. Unpacticed. Hell, without any practice at |
"Really?" Dharvir prompts, unimpressed. |
"What happened to "nice and easy’?" Nadryn snaps back. |
Dharvir pulls xer hand from his hair, cutting him some slack, but still seems suspicious of him. "Are you sure you have experience?" |
just - shut up and let me |
!" Nadryn snaps, thoroughly infuriated between her cockiness, her self-assurance, that ego the size of a giant, and her constant need to belittle him. |
Dharvir’s always been insufferable, annoying, and immature, but it had always been mostly harmless. Out-of-pocket jokes that the party had been able to brush off as being her sense of humor. Xe’s always been a troublemaker, chaos her signature ideal. Even with her antics - adored by Astarion and amusing to Karlach - xe had been good company. Talking for hours about her journeys through the hells when Nadryn couldn’t sleep, genuinely seeming worried for his safety at times, and watching his back in battle when nobody else could. Hell, he’d managed to trust them enough for |
and when he grew too discomforted, xe had been the one to suggest they stop and drink wine together instead. |
He’d almost say he |
about xer, almost call her a friend and had thought the feeling mutual. |
It hurts to look up at xer then and think about how far she’s fallen. What happened? Where did it go wrong enough for xer to take him like this and - and |
He doesn’t want to continue, of course, he doesn’t, but he’s looking up at someone he can’t predict. He wants to doubt she’d actually fuck him like xe says. He wants to doubt she’d be that cruel to |
but seeing the position she’s put him in now, him restrained to his knees, her cock leaking in the face of his distress - he knows he doesn’t know her. He wonders if he |
knew xer. If she |
He never wants to see her again. |
Nadryn opens his mouth, a hand on the ranger’s cock, the other wrapped around one of the tendrils constricting at his thigh, and finally, he forces the head past the flush swell of his bottom lip, onto his tongue and onward to his throat. |
She’s not as bitter as he expected - almost as if she bathed before this. His tongue lolls limply against her frenulum, pressed against metallic piercings and then the bulge of the underside of her length. |
He shuts his eyes, knotting his brows together. The taste isn’t terrible, but it’s... unpleasant ot say the least. He eases them further down his throat, trying to keep the taste from his tongue and just focus on making her cum. |
Dharvir passively watches above him, pleased with the way he bobs down her length - barely reaching three-quarters before he jerks back, gasping and lurching |
Xe knows he isn’t experienced; maybe that’s part of the appeal - claiming him like this before anyone else can. Maybe, that’s why xe chose Nadryn over anyone else. The larger the imprint xe leaves behind, the larger the wedge between them. |
It’s a cycle for them now. Meet someone new, get too closer, and grow scared. Xe doesn’t deserve to be cared for. She’s |
. If she pushes those people away, |
them to the best of xer ability, xe couldn’t possibly be forgiven. They run, until they can’t anymore, and then the cycle starts over again. |
She wants to be hated, loathed by every fiber of Nadryn’s being. She needs to be seen for what she is - devil-spawn, sadistic, evil, unredeemable. |
And if she gets to have a bit of fun with it, well, all the better for her. The only person she needs is herself. The moment she’d started to grow fond of Nadryn was the moment she started planning all this. |
Humorously, she wonders if she’s just finding a masochistic thrill in ripping her heart out every few months. Is it self-harm? Probably, but she doesn’t have the strength to pull herself out of it. |
Nadryn’s slow and hesitant with each stroke, uncertainty thick with each movement. His performance is less-than-satisfying, gagging with every other bob of his head, tearing at the eyes no suction, too much teeth. Dharvir winces when his incisors dig into her foreskin. |
"Just because I |
you mouse doesn’t mean you must use your teeth like one," Dharvir bites. Nadryn glares up at her, irate with her constant disappointment in his performance. "Tuck your lip over your teeth, and keep your tongue out. Lest you scrape the skin from me." |
Nadryn wants to bite back, Dharvir sees the shift in his jaw, the tension in his shoulders. To xer surprise, though, he resigns. He tucks his lip over his teeth, glaring at her with what rebellion he’s allowed. With his tongue over his bottom lip, he eases himself back down her length, feeding the head into his mouth and to the back of his throat, shutting his eyes tight when the urge to gag becomes too intense. |
Xe disappears into him, her dark flushed cock pressing until it hits the back of his throat, her length throbbing with delight. The lack of practice means his throat isn’t pliant, and she plans to take full advantage of it. |
When he begins to unsheathe her from his mouth, she forces a hand to the back of his head, holding him down. |
Nadryn tenses, eyes flicking up to meet hers. she smiles. His stomach drops. |
Nadryn tries to jerk himself back, muffled protests spilling helplessly around xer cock, but her fingers become nails. he starts to bring his hands up, pull at her grip and stop the luch of his gut, but the tentacles tighten, force his hands behind his back. |
That’s when he panics. |
He cries through her cock again, even as she pushes at the back of his throat, attempting to go on deeper through his throat. The head of her member forces his esophagus open, burning against the delicate tissue before finally pushing through, following the harsh angle of his throat downward. |
It’s when the wetness of the ranger’s cunt reaches Nadryn’s tongue and his nose brushes the bare skin of xer pubis. |
It’s only then, with his eyes shut tight, his throat stretched open, drooling uncontrollably over his chin that he manages to worm his tongue back and untuck his lip. Dharvir doesn’t realize what he’s doing, too engrossed in the sensation of her cock down that tight, warm vice to care. |
He’s losing oxygen, lungs clenching on nothing and in that panic, he bites. |
His teeth dig in until he tastes blood, fully set on attempting to sever her cock. He only succeeds in breaking through skin and a quarter inch of muscle before she tries to pull away, jerking with all her force and howling in pain. He doesn’t let up. |
!" She screams, and writhes above him. The tentacles on his neck tug, but he doesn’t let up. She rips at his scalp, but he only bites down harder, letting the pain surge to his jaw. It’s only when Dharvir brandishes the knife, shoving the blade |
into his shoulder that he lets go, jaw releasing her alongside a shower of pitch black ible, splattering the ground at their feet. |
"You’re going to |
regret that, underscum!" She shrieks, stumbling back and cradling her dick in her hands, blood soaking her hands. |
"I couldn’t fucking breathe!" Nadryn bites back just as enraged. "Fuck!" He actually manages to break free from the tentacles holding him down, her concentration broken as she holds herself. His hands rush to his shoulder, bleeding profusely over what’s left of his shirt, staining the fabric red. |
In the chaos of it all, Nadryn just barely manages to pull himself to his feet, untangling his limbs from the now-still muscles. |
. That’s the only thought on his mind, overpowering the pain receptors and shock of the gaping wound in his shoulder. |
. Over the heartbeat pounding in his head and his shaking legs. |
. Over Dharvir’s distracted hisses of pain. |
Nadryn shakes his legs free and begins stumbling through the patch, trying desperately not to trip over the tangling, branching, seemingly sentient muscles. He stumbles, nearly trips several times on high-set limbs and then he |
trip, just barely managing to catch himself before he faceplants. Though, the swift, careless movement of his arm sends ripe pain searing up his shoulder. he cries out - can’t think, can’t |
. Nadryn holds himself up on his good arm as he regains his ability to function. |
He chokes on bile. |
. He forces himself up to his feet. |
A cold tendril seizes his ankle, striking, the constricting like a snake to a mouse. |
Nadryn tugs with all his might - with the will and desperation to survive. If he’s caught, xe’ll surely kill him. Xe won’t spare him an ounce of mercy. He tugs again when the tentacle doesn’t budge, but another clutches his left ankle, and he swiftly loses his balance, falling face-first into more muscled tendrils. |
More pain in his shoulder and in his ankle, now, too. He can’t even cry this time, too breathless and shocked to so much as croak. |
Her presence looms over him, he can feel her creeping closer, stalking him, |
with him. Predator to prey. How long has xe been stalking him without his knowledge? How long has he been prey to xer fantasies? Since the night he accepted xer proposal? Since they |
"You’re stupid, mawfy." Her voice trembles. More tentacles slink around his arms, wrapping and constricting, even when he tries to jerk away, heart pounding, breaths short, sweat drenching. "If you were going to do something like that, the least you could do is actually escape." |
The tendril curled around his ankle yanks him back while another swells under his hips, pushing his pelvis up and simultaneously tugging at his arms, stretching his frame out until he’s pulled uncomfortably tight in that bent position, exposed and held still. |
Nadryn turns his head over his shoulder. The breath hitches in his throat, fear ripe in a hollowing chest. Xe stands there, shoulders trembling in range, a commanding hand outstretched toward the muscles. |
"Dharvir, you don’t h-have to do this - " The drow starts, voice quaking like the rage in xer eyes. "Just let me go and - and w-we can pretend like this never happened." |
He doesn’t miss the ghost of a smile that crosses her dark, plump lips. Satisfied. |
She falls to her knees behind him, drawing his hips up further with the tentacles until his muscles strain. His chest seizes, panic and fear swelling. He cranes his head further, but her hand grips him by his dirtied hour and forces him face-first into the forest floor. A tendril wraps his neck in place. |
Nails dig into his hip, pulling a hiss of discomfort from him. She pierces as if to draw blood. As if to penetrate the bone. And xer other hand curls under the waistband of his pants. |
"I almost felt pity for you. To put you through this." The fabric of his trousers follow the curve of his ass, even as he clenches his thighs together, trying to keep xer out. Xe’s stronger, has more control, |
the fabric as xe exposes him. "I still do, I suppose - but you were |
Nadryn squirms, his throat vibrates with a sound between despair and frustration, strangled. He feels his skin grow cold against the night air, naked and vulnerable. |
." It’s choked, his airways narrowed by the tendrils. between the lack of oxygen, the drag of Dharvir’s fingers against his ass, and the sharp, suffocating realization of what’s to come next, he feels as if he’ll cry. The world caves in around him, swallows him whole in a numb, underwater void. |
Dharvir presses xer hips flush against Nadryn’s, her cock semi-hard and hot to the touch. Xe’s slick with blood and precum - as xe drags xer head over his gray flesh, it stains and smudges, smearing dark red blood to an otherwise colorless canvas. |
Her cock - thick in the head - catches on the entrance of his cunt. He’s dry, completely unaroused. No part of him wants this. When he says, "Please, |
," again, short-breathed and panicked, shaking in fear, it’s genuine. |
It’s delicious. |
Dharvir sucks the saliva from their tongue and leans down to spit across his bare entrance. her cock collects it, drags down to his own dick to slicken the member, and then returns to his hole again. She’s dragging it out, savoring each second of suspense. She |
him to fear xer. She |
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