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Corva, in some attempt to help, started to preen at the strands, though Gale couldn’t tell whether she was more help or hindrance. |
He rolled up his own sleeves and knelt down next to them. There was a cantrip he remembered but had not used in some time, and it took him a second to remember the correct flick of the wrist, but a thin column of water rose from the pool, startling Corva into staring it, and he channelled it into a stream over Alyria’s head. She yelped, startled, pulling back, and twisted to look at him. |
"You could have warned me," she said, but she was smiling. |
"If you had asked, I would have told you I could be of assistance. I would have used prestidigitation again, but you seemed eager to get all wet." |
She bit her lip and he realised what he had said, and smiled a bit wider. |
"By all means," she said, leaning her head forwards again with a wicked little smile. "Get me wet." |
"You are... incorrigible," he said, gritting his teeth at the sudden spike of arousal her words brought on. He deliberately channelled the water stream to splash onto her face for a second, making her splutter. She reached out a hand to flick some water up at him, but he caught it in midair with a twist of his hand, bringing it up to join the rest of the stream he controlled. |
With the magic it was a simple enough task to comb through her hair, getting out the worst of the tangles and the already dried blood. Despite his skill, he still ended up with his knees and forearms soaked. |
She sat back upright before shaking her head in much the same manner that Scratch would shake his entire body after a dip in the lake. Droplets showered out to drench him until he was almost as wet as she and Corva were. |
The raven’s caws sounded an awful lot like a laugh as she looked at him. |
With as much dignity as Gale could muster, he stepped back and cast prestidigitation again, drying himself in an instant. |
"Hardly gentlemanly of you to dry yourself off and leave me drenched," Alyria told him. |
"One cannot always be a gentleman," he said, his voice low. "And you did request that I get you wet." He tracked her eyes, the widening of her pupils and the way they darted down to his mouth. He hoped she was remembering the previous evening, too. |
The air between them shifted to something more electric, crackling. She stepped forwards. |
"As I remember, I wanted to return the favour last night." |
"Last night you were more than generous." |
Corva gave a slight squawk and then he heard her wings flap and felt the slight buffet of wind as she flew past. He turned to look at her, but Alyria grasped his chin, turning him back to her. |
"She said it looked like we might need some privacy," Alyria said. |
"And do you concur with her assessment?" |
"Definitely," she said, stepping towards him again. Her hair was still wet, clinging to her face and her neck, darkened to iron grey and the blue of a summer’s day by the water. A droplet of water trickled down her cheek, over the laugh lines that framed her mouth and down to find the smooth line of her jaw. He followed it with his eyes to her chin, below the line of her tattoo, and then further as it grew and dripped down to her collarbone below before disappearing beneath her shirt. |
"You’re injured," he said, a bruise on her neck catching his eye. |
"What was it you said the other day about battle leading to other forms of stimulation?" she asked. Her fingers were still on his chin, firm and warm. |
"Did I? Sometimes my own brilliance astounds even me." |
"You’ve taken care of me," she said, her voice dropping low, eyes not leaving his as she stepped forwards again, so close there was barely enough space between them for a single hand. "Now let me take care of–" |
He started at the sound of his name. |
"Oh fuck! Fuck no! Gale!" |
"Karlach?" he said, twisting towards the direction of the noise, instantly on alert to whatever the danger may be. He saw Alyria beside him reaching for a weapon that wasn't there and cursing. |
"Something’s on fire! Oh fuck. The dinner’s on fire. Oh fuck me!" Karlach’s voice was unmistakable and Gale groaned. He had forgotten entirely about the food. He shared a look with Alyria, whose smile was resigned. |
"A man of many talents and always in demand," Alyria said, stepping backwards. "Until later then?" |
"Until later," he promised, casting prestidigitation quickly to dry her off. Before he could dart away, she pressed her lips to his in a brief, sweet kiss. |
Dinner was not as ruined as he had feared. A little dry and certainly more crispy than would generally be preferred, but edible and once you got past the slight bitterness of the charcoal, there was flavour there. He waved off Karlach’s apologies. |
Around the fire, he was given a more detailed story of the day’s events as told by Shadowheart’s stark and formal commentary, punctuated with Astarion’s sharp asides and Halsin’s added context. He wondered why Alyria was not giving her own opinions, but when he turned to her, he saw her head drooping over her plate, eyes clearly finding it difficult to stay open. |
By the time the food was finished and the dishes cleaned, she was curled up in her bedroll, fast asleep, Corva perched on a log beside her, head tucked under a wing. |
Later, it seemed, would not be tonight. |
It glided in through the door to the study as though nothing was amiss - as though Blurg hadn’t spent nights laying awake, worrying. It was exactly as he’d told their surface-dwelling friend: he felt happier with Omeluum around, and he’d hardly realised the extent of the depth of that feeling until his partner was gone. |
He rushed over to greet Omeluum, only just able to stop himself from embracing it there and then. "You’re safe! Where have you been?" |
Omeluum raised a tentacle in greeting. -My research led me into dangerous waters, but it is as you say. I am safe now. And... it is good to see you again, my friend.- |
The touch of its mind to his own resonated with weariness, tinged at the edges with memories of bubbling water, the whir of machinery and the tightness of leather straps at its wrists, of sharp glass and metal glinting in harsh light. |
-You were captured?- Blurg placed his hand at Omeluum’s lower back, guiding it gently towards their dormitory. They’d been granted a separate room of their own, as a nod to their experience, and his tendency to work with some of the more pungent species of mushroom. |
-Unfortunately, yes. I was careless.- Omeluum shakes its head, slowly. -I did not expect to be caught so unawares. The surface-dwellers can be quiet, when they wish it.- |
-They can indeed.- Blurg closed the door behind them and turned back to Omeluum, who had sat down on its bunk. -You are tired. I should leave you to rest...- |
Omeluum looked up, a gesture of its hand showing its agitation. -I would... rather you did not leave. I find myself... in need of... something. A distraction, perhaps.- |
Blurg hurried over and went to his knees in front of Omeluum, taking both its hands gently. -Anything you need. I- Omeluum, I thought you were never coming back. I know that our work in the field has its own dangers, but I thought- I thought I had lost you.- |
-If it was not for the half-illithid, you may very well have done.- Images of humans wielding tools of torture flooded unbidden into Blurg’s mind, and he couldn’t stop himself from gasping out loud. |
"They tortured you?" |
-Yes. To them, I am outside of the Grand Design. They desired to... know why. To avoid the methods spreading to others.- Its tentacles shifted, agitated, one of them coming to rest around Blurg’s wrist as it occasionally did, curling around it as though they were holding hands. |
-To know how you escaped the Elder Brain’s influence. Understandable.- Blurg ached to touch Omeluum back, to caress its tentacles, but he knew that such contact was reserved for intimate pleasure only. |
He clearly did not hide his thoughts well enough, for Omeluum lifted another tentacle and caressed the back of Blurg’s other hand. -This, I desire. I- would very much like to forget that place.- |
"O-oh! Well then." Blurg looked up at Omeluum, his ears flicking nervously. -I am sorry, Omeluum, I have never been intimate with an illithid before. You will have to aid in my exploration.- |
He brought the hand with Omeluum’s tentacle resting atop it to his lips and brushed the gentlest of kisses to it, nuzzled it with his nose and kissed it again. It felt smooth to his lips, and a little cool, and it smelled of vanillin. Fascinating. -Does this feel good?- |
Even more fascinating was the noise that followed: the quietest of moans, whispered directly into his mind along with a distinct impression of pleasure. Blurg shivered. This was going to be a very interesting experience indeed. |
He flickered out his tongue and tasted the slick tentacle: more vanilla! And another moan from Omeluum, who lifted another tentacle and draped it over Blurg’s shoulder, caressing his back even as the fourth quested between them and began to unfasten the buttons of his undershirt with dextrous alacrity until his chest was bare to the air. |
With the very tip of that tentacle, Omeluum stroked Blurg’s exposed skin. -So warm,- it said, an air of wonder in the thought. -And you have hair here, also.- |
-I have hair on my arms, Omeluum. Did you believe that was the only place?- |
-I thought it rude to ask,- it replied, with an air of amusement, tinged with bemusement at itself for having the very feeling in the first place. |
-Hm, I suppose you are correct. I have spent so much time in the Underdark with the Myconids and my mushrooms, and with you of course, that I think I have quite forgotten what counts as rude among surface-dwellers.- |
-Their rules are quite incomprehensible, it is true.- |
-Do you have body hair? I would expect illithids to be smooth, as their tentacles are.- |
-You may test that hypothesis, if you wish.- Omeluum gifted him an image of itself sprawled underneath Blurg, entirely free of robes and all other attire, and Blurg felt his face heat up with a fierce blush. |
Omeluum delicately pushed Blurg’s robe over his shoulders with two tentacles, unwrapping the third from about Blurg’s wrist. |
Blurg pressed a last kiss to the fourth, then allowed Omeluum to help him from the top of his robe entirely, leaving his arms bared to the shoulders, and the neck of his undershirt open fully, with the rest of it held in place only by his tied belt. |
-I find myself enjoying these,- it said, running two tentacles up the length of both of Blurg’s arms. |
-They are shaped very differently to my own, and I find it pleasing to look upon.- Another tentacle took hold of one of his hands, turning it palm up while the fourth caressed each finger from root to tip, then onto each claw in turn. -Though your claws are not as large as my own.- |
-I like your claws.- Blurg took hold of one of Omeluum’s hands again, lifted it to his mouth between the tentacles that undulated around him. He brushed his lips against the long claws, kissed the back of it. -I enjoy watching how your hands move. It is... fascinating, how your movements are so elegant, though your hands are large.- |
Omeluum cocked its head, and its eyes seemed warmer somehow, as it sent him an image of - oh! - of himself working, hunched over his wooden desk in the Underdark, cataloguing his samples. Yes, there was the ormu, and that particularly splendid sample of nilhogg’s nose he’d found. Some of the hair had come out of the little knot at the back of his head, and the grey strands fell about his face, framing it. The image was tinged with warmth, almost soft about the edges, and Blurg noticed that the air about him almost seemed to shimmer. |
"Is this how you see me?" He cannot help but speak the words into the air, as though it would make the vision - the memory - more real. |
"I-" Blurg buried his face into Omeluum’s palm, flushed to his very ears. -Omeluum!- |
-What is this feeling? Did I upset you?- Omeluum’s confusion was evident in his mindvoice, and Blurg looked up, sharply. |
-Quite the opposite. Here, let me show you.- He allowed his mind to unfurl, selecting a favourite memory: Omeluum sat down on a wooden crate, watching as Blurg gestured excitedly about a nightlight he’d managed to harvest without dimming its natural light. He’d been expounding about the properties of such a delicate specimen, about how one must use the lightest of touches, and Omeluum had watched him with solemn interest, asking intelligent questions about the nightlight’s life cycle. Once it had all the information it had needed, it had raised one hand and made a gesture beautiful in its simplicity, accented with a delicate claw, and then a perfect ghostly rendition of the nightlight had appeared before them, glowing gently blue in the dimness of the Underdark, and perfect in every aspect. |
-You listened to me,- he said, ears and cheeks hot. -And then you replicated the information I gave you perfectly, with beautiful motions like you were, oh I don’t know. An artist of some sort, a sculptor. You captured the essence of the nightlight, and ever since then...- He looked to the side, eyes soft with the memory. -Ever since then, I’ve loved to watch you work your magics. You use your claws like a conductor, Omeluum.- |
He paused, almost afraid of where the next thought would take him, but in the name of this experiment of theirs, he decided to press on. -I used to think about that a lot... In bed, at night. You are so delicate with them, would you be- oh, this is embarrassing!- He ducked his head again, almost wishing he could hide his face beneath his hands. |
Omeluum made a soft noise out loud, then hummed into his mind. -I do not know this feeling,- it began, -but I now understand what has been in my dreams for all these long years.- |
Blurg looked up. -Oh. Oh dear...- |
-I did not wish to pry, but I am pleased to now know the meaning of this.- It raised its other hand and pressed two gentle claws to the underside of Blurg’s chin, tilting his face upwards. -And the answer is yes. I will be delicate with you, Blurg.- |
A tentacle curled against his cheek, then slipped down to part his lips, and Blurg couldn't help but moan in surprise, eyes wide as Omeluum whimpered into his mind. |
He remembered reading somewhere that an illithid’s tentacles were erogenous zones - yes, in an appendix to "On Mindflayer Anatomy’, where he’d annotated some of the many inaccuracies himself - and then he also remembered that he’d taken that knowledge to bed with him, palming himself roughly with his other hand stuffed in his mouth to silence his growly noises of pleasure. Now he realised that he’d probably been projecting his lust mentally, but it was hard to feel regret when the object of that lust was soft against his tongue, filling his mouth like he was pleasuring it orally - which, he supposed, he was, really, wasn’t he? |
He allowed Omeluum to see that thought, shared the reaction his body was having; the way his cock grew hard, the way his feet tingled with pleasure as its tentacle pressed down on his tongue slightly, rippling with what he realised was pleasure too. |
-Please,- he murmured into Omeluum’s mind, -please let me, oh, I want to feel you- - Speaking with the mindvoice was convenient indeed, allowing Blurg to share thoughts and words even with his mouth otherwise occupied. |
Omeluum slipped its tentacle from Blurg’s mouth, trailing across his bottom lip and down to his chest. -You may remove my garments,- it said, -but be swift. I find myself eager, now that we have begun.- |
-We have much time to make up for,- Blurg agreed, heart thumping in his chest. He stood up, wincing at the twinge in his knees, but tamping down the discomfort for now. After all, he’d spent many long hours on his knees in the dirt, observing some new specimen or another, and this experience was easily on a par with that, if not better. |
He leaned in and unbuckled Omeluum’s belt with shaking hands. -Please stand, Omeluum. Allow me.- |
Its robes were long, with a tabard over the top, and Blurg bent to gather them up. Omeluum bent too, to allow him to pull them up and over its head, being careful of its tentacles. |
It straightened, and Blurg got his first glimpse of smooth purple skin, rippled all about with slender ridges in pleasing shapes. |
-You may touch,- it said, with that tone of mindvoice that Blurg knew was warm amusement. -But first, if I may- - |
Omeluum raised its hand and Blurg felt the stirrings of magic in the air. -I have enclosed the room with a barrier to mute sounds, so you need not worry about making noises out loud.- |
-That is very considerate, Omeluum.- |
-I have felt your thoughts about this, and I find myself curious. I... wish to hear your voice, while I give you pleasure. I would not have you stifle yourself, Blurg.- |
Blurg shuffled his feet, feeling the soft carpet beneath them - he was still unused to how that felt, after so long in the Underdark - he had to admit, he much preferred the softness of good soil against the balls of his feet, but the sensation of this carpet grounded him nonetheless. |
-I will try not to. I would have thought this would be enough for you, the touching of our minds.- |
Omeluum inclined its head. -I will enjoy that, I cannot deny, but I find your voice fascinating. The timbre of it, and the way it sounds when you are enthusiastic about a new find.- A hint of smile entered its mindvoice. -And the way you sound late at night, when you believe everyone to be sleeping.- |
Blurg flushed even deeper. -Omeluum!- He ducked his head, but the feelings of pleasure and interest coming from Omeluum were encouraging enough that he could gather himself and his courage. Enough to reach out and skim his palms across Omeluum’s chest, fingertips grazing those beautiful whorls of pattern. |
A moan in his mind, and that was all the encouragement Blurg needed. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Omeluum’s chest, rubbing his nose against it and kissing it again. There were marks there, he noticed, and marks upon its wrists too - from the restraints, no doubt. |
He took Omeluum’s hand and raised it to his lips again, kissing the hard wounds at its wrists and then up its arms to the elbow, where there were small, circular marks most likely from needles inexpertly administered. There were more circular marks above, on the meat of its upper arm, and dark with blood, as though flesh samples had been taken, and Blurg couldn’t hold back a gasp. |
-Yes, they wanted to sample everything that might be pertinent,- Omeluum said, mindvoice quiet. -They did not expect the power to lay in something external, that I may have given it to the surface-dweller.- |
Blurg growled, overcome with an anger he rarely felt. He tamped it down, taking a deep breath and focusing on Omeluum before him. He rubbed his nose softly against its arm, kissing around the wounds, and then squeaked as one of Omeluum’s tentacles touched his chest, hesitantly. |
-It is alright,- he said, skimming his palm up its stomach. -Anything you want...- |
Without waiting a second longer, two of Omeluum’s tentacles unfastened Blurg’s tied belt as the other two pushed his robe off and to the floor, and his undershirt too, and then all four of them were touching him all over, like it couldn’t get enough of him. |
Omeluum pulled him in close with its hands, one at his waist and the other cupping his face, and Blurg leaned into its palm. He breathed out a little gasp as a tentacle pushed down his smallclothes. |
-So you have hair here, too.- |
Blurg squeezed his eyes shut, giving himself over to the particular sensation of tentacles undulating against him. The delicate tip of one explored his stomach and lower, while another wrapped around his waist and dipped down to his- oh! |
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