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on his panic, on the way his whole body seems to tremble under her, on his strangled, exerted pleas on the dry, unwanting cunt before xer. |
She’s fully hard by the time she’s pressing against him, easing her hips forward until he begins stretching to take her. He’s tight, squeezing down on xer cock so hard it almost hurts. |
He doesn’t want to let her in, clenches as if it would block her out. His hands tremble with how tightly he clenches them into fists, just as sweaty as the rest of his body - only less cold. His face is numb, prickling in frozen fear. He can’t run, can’t fight. He pulls one last ditch effort against the tendrils, tugging with all his strength, |
out as if someone - |
could hear. but they can’t. And they won’t. |
And then he calls to Hermora, the only being in the realms who could hear his plea. |
She anchors a hand to his upper back. |
. Her head pops in, burning and searing against his unwanting entrance. |
Don’t let this happen. |
She shoves forward, forces her length as far in as she possibly can in one stroke and he |
It burns with the hells, up his spine and his shoulders, as if Dharvir were forcing all her years of Phelegethos into him, shoving all that pain and suffering into one, brutal stroke. Adn she doesn’t stop pushing. Her cock continues despite the dry resistance she gets in return, thrusts onward until she reaches his cervix and stays there. |
Every muscle in Nadryn’s body is on edge, tensing so brutally his thighs cramp, begging to be set free. He’s the string of a bow, pulled taut. Every cell of his body protests the pressure against his cervix. It’s something he’s felt before, years ago. He hadn’t enjoyed it then, and he |
He calls to Hermora again, silently with wide eyes cast across the void of the forest. He pleads with everything in his soul to be released from this because he knows |
is too far gone to be reasoned with. HE can beg and plea all he wants, but it’ll only encourage xer. Nobody else is here for him. He can only pray Hermora will hear his plea. He can only pray it will save him or for some answer to |
. What did he do to deserve this? Why would it let this happen to him? |
Dharvir breathes heavy above Nadryn. Xer cock still aches from where Nadryn’s jaw had clamped down with the intent to sever, but the pressure of his tight heat alongside the way he throbs around xer only make it pleasurable - converting pain to chemicals and chemicals into a head-high. |
Enough of one to drag her hips back. Enough of one for xer to moan when she thrusts back in. |
Nadryn is silent aside from the harsh wheeze he releases. He presses his face further into the tendrils as if to hide himself from xer, but xe doesn’t take it. Xe grabs a handful of his hair in one harsh clawed hand and forces his head from the ground. He gasps, but doesn’t protest. He grimaces, but refuses to cry. Numbness - harsh and defensive - courses through his veins. Can’t run. Can’t fight. Just let it happen. He braces himself through each thrust Dharvir jerks through his body, clenches his fists into the dirt and persists. |
She can take his body. She can fuck and violate and hurt him, but she’ll never have his mind. Xe will not break him. |
With a hand in his hair, forcing him to gaze off into the forest before them and the other on his hip, holding him steady, xe fucks him. |
Dharvir presses xer hips flush against his, the smooth head of her cock nudging his cervix. With the motion follows her satisfied sigh, eyes shut, cheeks flushed. Xe savors the feeling, drinks in that tight, wet vice. Hot pleasure trobs through her gut, into her navel, and just as quickly, it ebbs away. |
She pulls back, testing him, watching how he lcings to her, walls hugging her girth even as she pulls out to the head and slowly - dragging the moment out - slinks back in. |
, you’re tight." Dharvir breathes shakily eyes shut. She thrusts again, out to his head and back into the base, slamming into his cervix with such force she actually manages to pull a grunt from him. |
Nadryn doesn’t reply. Even with his hair pulled up, forced to look out into the gray forest. His eyes remain unfocused, breathing heavily with each slam of their bodies, muscles permanently strained and cramping. Hermora isn’t answering him. Why isn’t he |
"Hey, where’d you go, mawfy?" Dharvir quips, guiding their hips in full, gliding strokes, softer now. They lean forward and turn his head with the fingers in his hair. Even when her wretched, red face comes into view, he looks through her. he won’t perform for xer. He |
. Just survive. Just... Just make it through this. |
Dharvir scoffs, unenthused by the blank expression in his eye. Their lip curls, like xe were looking at a broken toy. She presses his face into the dirt. Xe doesn’t even want to look at him. |
Dharvir picks up the pace after that, uninterested in just letting Nadryn |
there while xe uses him. She wants a reaction. She wants him to |
She slams her hips against his and doesn’t stop. her nails dig and puncture his skin, grab with such force he bleeds, and she uses those claws as an anchor. Her hips slap against his brutally, driving her full weight and strength into each stroke. Xe fucks and claims, drills into his back well and opens him up in ways he never has before. |
Still, despite the sharp, gut-wrenching pain that surges through him, up his spine and hips, he grunts at worst. |
It’s pain. Just pain. It’s |
, he tells himself as shove after shove of ripe agony swells him. It’s just |
Dharvir pants behind him. Xe can tell he’s using every cell of his body to block her out, and still - he grunts and whines. She wants to break down his every wall. She wants to |
And so, she does. |
All it takes is a drag of her hand for the tendrils to come writhing. Cold, wet muscles |
crowd in xer hips and a notably thick one - one xe has xer eye on - crowds in around xer cock. |
Nadryn whinges, tenses even more until one of his shoulders cramp. Sill, xe doesn’t stop. The tendril writhes, swirls around the base of her dick, and then pushes in right beside her, forcing Nadryn’s cunt open on |
thick member. The tentacle slides in beside Dharvir, onward until it, too, crowds against his cervix. |
Nadryn cries out, his voice cracking and echoing through the thicket. That’s enough to encourage Dharvir again. With a grin on black lips, they fuck him with everything they’ve got. The tentacle wraps around their cock as they thrust, spiraling down their length with each stroke. His cunt stretches deliciously around xer, unbearably tight. The burn never truly leaves, not as Dharvir fucks him open through agonizing minutes of plunging her cock in adn out of him. It doesn’t fade as he gasps against the ground, mindless and distraught with pain and lack of control. |
Not even when Dharvir’s cock throbs with the plateau of pleasure, bringing about the warning of her incoming orgasm. |
The tendril squeezes around her, seemingly moving on its own, as if |
jerking her off |
side of him. It’s pleasure she’s never felt before. It’s disgust he never thought possible. |
It’s this part that drags on the longest. Nadryn gazes off to nothing, still and pliant, sick to his stomach and feeling nothing short of |
Dharvir fucks him as if he were an object. A toy. That’s all he’s ever been to her, after all, isn’t it? She never took him serious for a second. This was all she wanted from him - just a warm body to claim. |
Nadryn can tell xe’s getting close by the whines laced between her breaths. It’s a shrill sound, like a kettle on a stove. Dharvir’s claws pierce deeper, but he doesn’t allow himself to make a sound. She doesn’t deserve that from him. She |
get that satisfaction. |
It’s seventeen more agonizing strokes of his body so ruthlessly, carelessly violated before she releases. With a strangled, groaning cry, her hips stutter, her vision flashes white, and she spills her seed deep inside him, as if |
to impregnate him. |
Leave a part of her with him |
The sensation is discomforting, hot semen spilling so deep he swears he feels it in his guts. He’s disgusting. |
Dharvir’s hands on him leave traces of dirt, grime, grease. Every inch of skin touched, an inch needing to be scrubbed. |
And Dharvir pulls out with a sigh as if it were |
The tiefling whistles, high and long, observing her cock, still throbbing with the last of her arousal and untangling from the tentacle that had held it. as she comes down from her high, cleaning herself on shaky legs. She all but ignores Nadryn’s exposed frame. He’s still propped up with tendrils under his hips, neck forced against the ground - |
- and his dripping, used cunt, splayed in the open. |
He’s cold, tired, and sick. His thoughts linger between nothingness, the ache in his hips, and Hermora. The warlock can’t process much of anything in that moment. Dizzy. Hurt. |
Dharvir throws a rag his way and lowers the tentacles, dismissing them into a fog of darkness and then... nothingness. Nadryn slumps bonelessly into the underbrush, accompanied by the rag - like a peace offering. Like she could expect a - a |
after all that. |
Nadryn raises himself to his hands and knees, and then sits sorely back on his thighs, avoiding Dharvir’s gaze. Part of him wants to murder xer then and there, but he’s trembling. Exhausted and in no state to fight. The other half wishes they’d put him out of his misery then and there, if only to escape the nausea-inducing dread of violation so intimate. If only for a second’s reprieve from the ache between his thighs. |
"Took it better than I thought you would. Bit quiet, though, weren’t you?" Dharvir speaks. Xe talks as if it were a joke, a |
. Nadryn won’t entertain it. he remains a silent, clutching the rag and staring off into nothingness. Xer expression remains unchanged - |
. "Hey, lighten up. "Least I won’t kill you." She fixes xer pants on xer waist and turns toward him. "Ask Shadowheart to fix up that shoulder, and you’ll be good as new." |
There are hundreds of curses barbing Nadryn’s tongue. Insults and spells barb his tongue, threaten to spill over and shriek into existence, but none of them make it to fruition. None that he can muster the bravery for. All taht ends up slipping is short and harsh. Much more merciful than Dharvir deserves. |
Dharvir snickers from under half-lidded eyes, pocketing xer knife. She knew he’d be aggressive, had expected more, but this will do. |
She’s completed xer job. This is all she needed. Hatred. Loathing so deep she could never come back. |
She meets his eyes - just a split second. Her cockiness, humored by him. His anger, distress, agony, anguish, all flattened into one piercing look. |
She winks, smiles, and turns. Off to camp to get her shit and leave. |
Nadryn curls in on himself and as soon as he’s sure she’s gone, he heaves, he chokes, and then - |
Dharvir gasps awake, a harsh flush to xer face, yellow eyes wide and brows furrowed as xe grasps at the bedroll under her, trying to resituate in her surroundings. |
The fire to her left has died out into low embers, still bright but not nearly the roaring blaze it was earlier when Gale had made dinner for them all. |
Astarion’s gone out, Shadowheart’s turned over on her roll, and - across the fire as she leans up on her elbows - she notes Nadryn, still resting peacefully, undisturbed. She blinks, breathes and wipes the sweat from xer brow, inhaling sharply. A dream. Just a dream. She releases the breath, sighing as she leans back into her bedroll, just to realize how achingly hard she is. She rubs her eyes, running her fingers from her tear ducts to her forehead, and up her scalp, dragging past the base of her horns as she takes in just how |
it had been. And how - despite it all - she still takes joy in replaying every flash through her head. |
Nadryn’s cries. The tightness of his body. His teeth digging down. The knife in his shoulder. It had all felt so real. It had all felt so... |
She digs her palm into her pants, easing her aching hardness down. She doesn’t want to take care of it, far too tired to. She looks at Nadryn once more, pondering, wondering. |
I’d never see him again. |
What would Karlach think? |
He’s denied every other move. |
What the hell kind of monster do you think you are? |
It’s in my blood. |
You can be good |
. You were born for evil. |
You don’t have to be. |
Slowly, she sinks back into the bedroll, pulling her blanket up her body snugly. It was just a dream. |
. She shuts her eyes and - despite the guilt stirring deep in her gut - she replays the scene from the start all over again. |
Human Tav x Raphael |
Blindsided by Heat |
Tav made her way through the House of Hope. She was decidedly ignoring the pain from her cramping uterus. She found her way to the bedroom where she could hopefully snoop through Raphael’s belongs. She was startled by Raphael’s voice. "A lost little mouse is running through the house." He was wearing a harness that left little to the imagination. She turned red as his skin as her heart fluttered in her chest. |
"You’re looking very skimpy Raphael." The human wiped the sweat from her brow. Was it getting hotter in here? Her blonde hair was sticking to her forehead. Blue eyes watched as Raphael laughed. |
"Raphael, no! I am Haarlep, Raphael’s personal incubus." The incubus grinned. "You my little mouse will soon have a far crueler master. But I smell you. Did your heat creep up on you or were you hoping the master could help you through it little thief?" He inhaled, making it seem sensual. "It is about to hit you full force." |
She almost doubled over in pain as another wave of cramping hit her. "I- shit. Didn’t expect it to hit me. I lost track of time." She braced herself on the door frame. |
Haarlep patted the bed. "Off with your clothes. Come to me. I may even tell you what you came for if you entertain me." The incubus watched gleefully as she did as requested. His eyes raked over her figure. |
"I need the Orphic Hammer. I doubt I will leave with it. For now I will cut my losses. My heat takes precedent." She winced as she approached the bed. |
"This is very naughty!" Haarlep chuckled. "Come to me little mouse." He wrapped his arms around the whimpering Tav. He kissed the cute human. |
"My name is Tav." She kissed back reveling in the infernal heat that rolled off his body. His hands gripped her naked hips, gauging how she would react. A needy noise broke it’s way out of her mouth. "Haarlep!" |
"I am an exact copy of Raphael. Have you thought of bedding him before? I could be the archduke or the archduchess." He shifted into the archduchess Raphael to show her what she looked like. |
Tav felt her arousal heighten. "I kinda have entertained thoughts of him as he is." The incubus grinned kissing and nipping her neck. "Ah- Haarlep! Please help me through my heat." Tav felt his hands caressing her skin and her eyes fluttered shut. He had shifted back into the male Raphael. |
"That’s it Tav. Relax and let me take care of you." Haarlep teased her folds with his fingers. "He’s going to feel everything I do to you. How would you like 2 devils filling you, fucking you through your pesky heat?" |
She moaned as his fingers breached her. "Fuck! I would love it. Wanted him for a while now." Tav shivered as her clit was massaged and stroked "Please fuck me. I need your cock alpha!" |
"Thats it beg for it little thief. I want to hear every cry I wrench from your lips before I take you." The incubus began to savage her throat, marking her with love bites and kisses. He avoided her mate gland on purpose. |
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