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Haarlep reached forwards and disintegrated the cuffs that bound his hands, allowing him as much freedom as they were willing to give, but their claws on his back gave him the delicious reminder that he was never fully in charge here. Teeth grazed his neck as his own voice whispered in his ear. "You want her real body, do you not? Take it. She is practically begging for you to take over." |
Raphael stepped closer to the bed, running his hands up from Tav’s knees to her hips. |
"See, she shivers even now just from your touch. |
Take her. Show her how powerful you can be. |
" Haarlep’s persuasion was hardly necessary, but their next move not only tipped the scales - it picked them up and launched them out of the window, weights and all. They changed into Tav’s form, using her voice directly into his ear, their tongue teasing along the edge just after. "I want you, Raphael-" |
Tav wasn’t sure what the incubus had said in her voice, but it seemed to have sealed her fate. Raphael took hold of her legs, pulling her forwards to the edge of the bed as her back hit the silk sheets from the motion. The claws digging into her skin brought a delightful pain, the actions holding unspoken promises soon to be fulfilled. |
She saw Haarlep smirking at her with her own face behind Raphael, caressing his body in every way she would have...if he had not thrust inside her with a mindnumbing force. |
"That’s it, give her |
, make her understand which of you two holds the power. Watch her face, make her beg for more~" They talked low in his ear, though even if Tav could hear she would’ve had no chance to listen. |
It was clearly difficult for Raphael to hold himself back from just racing towards his own conclusions, tempted to see how he might play this new game and finally claw out a win, even if he would still be second place to his mirror image. |
Tav was held in place by strong crimson hands on her thighs. Their hips were pressed flush together, feeling completely and utterly filled...or at least so she thought until she saw Haarlep step out from behind the fiend, still wearing her body, whispering some new and clearly devious idea. |
The cambion kept a sadistic pace, slow but with strong motions, his eyes locked on the place their bodies met. His tail, however, was moving behind him, travelling the length of Haarlep’s leg, the sensation replicated in Tav’s own body from their proximity now. By the time the tip reached its goal and pressed inside, she was thrown into a fever pitched climax. It was almost unbearable, multiple muscles locking down around one real sensation and the phantom that came from Haarlep’s deal. |
Raphael’s gaze had turned to her face now, seeing her head thrown back, hands clawing at silk sheets as if trying to hang on to her very sanity as the room filled with the sounds of their little game. It was...different, this was no performance, this was no incubus going through the motions just to feed like they had for centuries. No, his Little Mouse was here because she wanted him, she wanted this, and every time her muscles clamped down around him it was proof that he had the power to throw her into the very depths of infernal ecstasy. |
He cursed at the strap that still prevented his release, but did not yet want to relent. She could take more of him, as long as he chose. Haarlep was still beside him, remaining stubbornly on their feet even as he attempted to break them down with his tail. The incubus, however, seemed to have other ideas. |
"Go on, keep going, look at how her skin flushes so beautifully for you. You’re making art, music, and it is so very delicious~" They purred in his ear, running a hand down his spine, teasing those little places between his legs that ached for more. "Well? What do you have to say to me?" |
" Raphael whined, before realising that wasn’t quite what they meant this time. " |
"Oh you do play so very nicely~" If they had been in one of their usual cambion forms, their wings would’ve fluttered in the way they always did to hear their proper name spoken in the heat of passion, and the validation of praise was so rare too; Tav felt the shiver of delight travel up her spine, right where the Archduchess’s wings would have been. |
The sensation was not entirely unnoticed by Raphael either, he began to increase his pace as Haarlep’s fingers worked inside him, their other hand casting a quick spell to dissolve the strap around his base that held him back. |
All Tav could do was try to keep her quickly slipping grasp on her own mind. The sensations were powerful, overwhelming, so when Haarlep took their free hand to join Raphael’s cambion tail inside themselves she almost entirely crumbled. They were right when they said she would not need a single kiss from their aphrodisiac-infused lips to enjoy this, if she had tasted that particular passion today she may not have survived. |
The punishing speed and impact of every thrust made the bed shake, even the stone floor could not be entirely immune, and the walls echoed with every kind of lustful sound known to creation. By the time the final breathtaking orgasm ripped through all three of them, they were all about ready to collapse. |
Even Haarlep subtly leaned on the end of the bedpost, shifting back to their masculine cambion form to gain stability. Raphael stayed upright at first by refusing to release his vice grip on Tav’s thighs, staying flush inside her until the last heat of the afterglow faded, taking in every inch of the view of her completely undone on his bed. |
"I believe," Haarlep broke the silence once everyone was breathing normally again, "that we have earned ourselves a break for tonight." Their eyes met Raphael’s with a silent instruction: |
you are still responsible, take care of her. |
They took the lead, stalking across the room with hips swaying, a delighted little flick of their tail. They were quite satisfied that their scheme had paid off, and the meal could sustain them for quite some time...but the other two would need to rest. They prepared the lotions and soaps, turning back to check on their prizes. |
Raphael had relented, throwing Tav’s arm over his shoulders with his own wrapped around her waist, his tail gently supporting her upper back just in case. He wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of being carried, not if she was still able to walk, but he also was not about to let her legs collapse beneath her as they seemed likely to do at any moment. |
For her part, Tav felt...well, perhaps it was too soon to work out what was going through her mind, if anything was going on up there at all. Her body was a mess, muscles feeling like they were still vibrating and pulsing, heart rate stubbornly refusing to return completely to normal. Much as the fiend’s support was helping her cross the cool stone floor to the bath area, feeling his warmth and strength so clearly was doing nothing to calm her body and emotion. By the time her toes touched to cooling waters, she let out an audible sigh, ready to sink down and be healed. |
Haarlep was already seated, laying back, but gestured towards the pair now entering the healing pool. "Here, with me." |
Raphael followed the instruction, helping Tav to sit next to Haarlep now, taking his own seat the other side of her and relishing the feeling of the water on the welts and bruises she had peppered him with earlier. He still had no idea how he felt, going only by instinct as he sat back and put his arm around her waist again, pulling them closer. His wing extended behind her, almost possessively, as he used his free hand to caress her shoulder idly. |
On the other side, Haarlep grinned. They slid their arm around her waist from the other side, caressing Raphael’s where they passed, their own wing stretching just that little bit higher behind the other two as if claiming them both. Their other hand tenderly massaged Tav’s aching thigh, savouring the soft whisper of a moan from her lips. |
The three would remain there for a while, resting, recovering, and basking in the aftermath of a night of pure satisfaction. Tav even found herself washing Raphael’s hair, something he seemed to secretly delight in as she used her nails to massage to the roots around the base of his horns. |
By the time she stepped back through the shimmering doorway to the Inn, the sun had risen and so had her companions. Fortunately, the healing pool had left her feeling completely rested and restored, though making up a story about where precisely she had been would prove more challenging than any of the battles they would face that day. |
The room felt emptier after the Little Mouse left to return to her usual plane, the mirrored images of Raphael and Haarlep left reclining upon their separate armchairs. Raphael could’ve spent an hour or more berating his incubus, for tricking him, for using up valuable scrolls, for allowing his prey to see him completely vulnerable- |
It didn’t matter though. |
Curiosity might have "killed" the cat, but satisfaction brought him back. |
The Wish |
Setting: You are all settled in at Elfsong Tavern, extremely tired from the events of the evening. The fire is crackling and fluttering in the fireplace, while Scratch and the Owlbear cuddle next to each other in the warmth. Karlach, Shadowheart, Jaheira, Laezel and Wyll went downstairs to have a few drinks and unwind. Nightsong and Isabel are out on a stroll. Halsin had already departed earlier that day to spend time with Thaniel because he is visiting for a couple of weeks. Gale’s lost in a book called "The Art of the Night". |
Mere hours ago, you helped finish a long awaited 200 year struggle. Your mind still dances with images of Astarion continually stabbing Cazador, which ended the contract of Mephistopheles, and allowed him to regain his freedom. The screams and cries that echoed through the cavern under the palace still send shivers down your spine. |
The sacrifice of 7000 souls would have been a heavy burden to carry, but thankfully Astarion did not go through with the ascension. |
You quietly walk over to his bed, knowing that he was lost in his thoughts. |
Gently, you take one of his hands in yours. His worn eyes meet your gaze. "I need to thank you" He started, pausing to contemplate how to put his emotions into words. "for trusting me and accepting me for who I am... Though that was an objectively stupid thing to do." Astarion sarcastically contorted his face for a brief moment before turning back to a serious tone. "I might not have appreciated everything you did for me back there, but I do now..." |
You cup his face without breaking eye contact with him. "Astarion, we are in this together. No matter what happens... You did the right thing; saving thousands of lives that were to be sacrificed. Everything that happened before now was a matter of survival. Sebastian and the others know that, and we will fulfill our promise to help them in the Underdark." You declare with conviction. "You have your freedom now. I swear we will find a way to let you walk in the sun again when the tadpoles are gone". |
He closes his eyes and nuzzles into your hand. "-We- saved thousands of lives, love. The gods only know what choice I would have made if I was alone in my vengeful state." |
Astarion takes your hand from his cheek and pulls you in closer, then places his forehead against yours. "I’ll start getting used to being in the dark again. Who knows how much time I have left in the sun, or if there will even be a way for me to walk in the sunlight." |
You were about to interject because there’s something you haven’t told him yet, but he lightly places a finger on your lips to stop you. "Whatever the future holds for us, I don’t want to lose that. I will spend an eternity in darkness if that’s what it takes to be with you. I want this. I want all of it. I love you". |
This was not his normal ruse, he sincerely meant every word that was spoken. |
Your heart pounds as warmth spreads through your body in response to this declaration. For a brief moment you find yourself speechless. You would love nothing more then to spend an eternity... Or, well, the rest of your life with this man. Even if it meant living the rest of your life in the underdark. |
Your breath hitches as you struggle to find the words to say. Suddenly, you get an idea. |
For something this important, you didn’t want to rely on the tadpole to express everything to Astarion. Earlier on your journey, Gale showed you how to channel the Weave. You took to it instantaneously as you are a sorcerer and he is an excellent wizard tutor. It wouldn’t be unfathomable for Astarion to be able to channel it with you because he has some arcane abilities as well. |
Urging him to take your lead, you hold your hands out to do the gestures and incantation "Ah-Thran Mystra-Ryl Kantrach-Ao". |
You both focus on all of your emotions, desires, and thoughts of harmony. Purplish blue wisps of fragrant weave dance intimately around your bodies. |
A smirk grows on Astarion’s face. Glints of hunger and lust flash in his eyes as he begins to feel and taste every ounce of love, hope, peace, warmth, arousal, and resolve that resonates through your souls. When the weave dissipates, you tenderly whisper "I love you too". |
Though the wisps have gone, you do not feel the same coldness and loneliness that you felt during Gale’s channelling. |
Astarion leans towards your ear and seductively says "You’re full of surprises, aren’t you. This almost looked... tasted... felt as amazing as you do... I am so relieved you feel the same way. How about we get away from here? Go somewhere a little more... Secluded... More intimate". Seconds later you feel his lips trace along your neck. You get the sense that he is really holding himself back. Probably because you both forgot Gale is in the same room and eyeing you for channelling the weave. |
You let out an exasperated "yes, please". |
He puts his arm around your waist and leads you out of the tavern. "Darling, I have a little piece of nowhere that I’m dying to show you. I discovered it during my hunt last night". An air of mystery and promise float among his words. "After seeing your little encounter with Abdirak in the Goblin Camp, I think you may enjoy what I found". |
A forested area on the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate bore an overgrown path lined with weeping willows and lush vines. He leads you down the path for a couple of minutes, then stops you. "One moment love, I do want this to be a surprise". He hauls out a red silk blindfold and winks at you. You feel him slide it over your eyes and tie it. His arm wraps around your body once more as he guides you forward. |
"It sounds as though you were planning this ever since last night" you muse as you follow his lead. "I guess this will be as good a time as any to let you know that I have a surprise for you as well". |
Astarion’s body shifts, you can feel his eyes trying to read you. "Tomorrow morning, I need you to come with me". A smile plasters your face at the thought. |
"I can’t wait, beautiful" his voice was laced with excitement and curiosity. |
After reaching your destination, he opens a door and leads you in. The word "Ignis" echos through the building. A scent of Bergamot and lavender fills the air as you hear Astarion shuffle around. |
He soon returns to your side. His hands grip around the Blindfold, about to take it off, but he pauses. "You know- I’m not quite ready to take this off yet" he says playfully and moves behind you. |
Soft lips return to your neck, tracing along your jugular. His breath caresses you more delicately than a wisp of the weave. Your insides slowly begin to ignite again. The nerves in your body are heightened beyond measure with the blindfold on. |
Intimate kisses are peppered from your right shoulder up to your ear as his left hand reaches under your shirt and massages your breast. A moan escapes your lips as your knees start to go weak. |
Astarion’s body presses up against yours, his hunger becoming difficult to control. After the fight with Cazador, it’s only understandable that he would be starving. You tilt your head in consent and to give him better access. His fangs pierce your neck considerately, sending a wave of pleasure through you. Your body melts against him. |
His tongue delicately goes over where he entered to make sure he doesn’t miss a drop. He breathes into your neck and smirks. "Now that I have some of my strength back, let’s get started. I’ve kept you waiting long enough". |
In a quick swoop, you are lifted from your feet and laid on a surface that seems to be made of fluffy down feathers. Astarion strategically pulls your shirt off without disturbing your blindfold and raises both of your hands over your head. Your wrists encounter cold metal being placed on them. |
His mouth trails down your body (way too slowly for your liking) until it reaches your pants. |
"Fuck~" You arch your back in both anticipation and longing. He hauls off your pants with his teeth and brings his mouth back to where he left off. For a moment he stops. It’s as if he wants you to beg for it. "Keep going, I beg of you~" |
He’s pleased that you complied without him telling you what he wanted. Astarion’s tongue continually moves down to the destination. The more you squirmed, the more intense he was. On the more sensitive spots he was sure to leave a mark for future reference. |
"If only you could see how beautiful you are right now" he murmurs as he begins to lick circles around your clit. Your mind starts to go blank. Since you can’t see anything, all you can do it focus on what you feel. Your legs wrap around his shoulders as he devours you. Gods be damned, he hits all of your favourite spots. |
His name parted from your lips in so many indecent ways. A devilish chuckle came from him. "Can’t get enough? I’m not surprised" he hummed as he brought his fingers to your entrance and started pumping them. |
You were already edging without his fingers, this was enough to bring you over the edge. |
"Yes!~" The sounds of your orgasm echoed through the building as you unleashed your climax. |
Panting and short of breath, your body collapses into the feathers. "Delicious" Astarion exhales while licking his lips and crawling over you to give you a passionate kiss. As your tongues intertwine you tasted everything from your pleasure and his feeding. You friskily nibble on his lip and feel a smile form on his face. He clearly liked that; with his body on top of yours, you can feel his erection throbbing. |
He moves to your side and takes the blindfold off. A click shortly follows, then your hands slide out of the cuffs. Astarion sits next to you and places his hand on your lap, waiting patiently for you to finally see. |
"So good... You better prepare yourself for what I-" Your eyes widen in awe as you looked around. This was evidently an abandoned building, but you can tell that Astarion took a lot of time and effort to make this an experience for you. |
There are a lot of vintage mirrors around the room that were shined to perfection. The mirrors are obviously for you since Astarion can’t see his reflection. Metal hooks display an array of whips, floggers, crops, masks, and chains. A blush creeps across your cheeks again. This must have been what he meant by comparing this place to your experience with Abdirak. On the east end, where you currently are, you’re on a beautiful wooden bed with hand-carved Elvish designs in it. The down feathers looked new and fresh under the clean linen. Each corner of the bed has a ledge decorated with candles, incense, and cuffs. |
"Astarion, there’s no way that all of this was already here after your hunt last night" you gasped, taking it all in. "The cleaning, carving, and furnishing must have taken weeks". |
"Okay, I’m guilty~" he chimed mischievously and held his hands up. "It took about 2 weeks. Every night after a hunt, I came here for a bit to add someth-" He began, but you pushed him back on the bed and straddled him. "I take it you like it" He questioned rhetorically and propped himself up on one elbow with a curls falling next to his grin. Both of his hands reach for your hips and inch back towards your ass. For a moment your relish in him squeezing it, but you want to be in control this time. |
"Like it? I love it, and I love you~" Remaining straddled, you lean over him and place his hands in the cuffs. Astarion took this opportunity to snatch one of your nipples in his mouth. He knew they were extra sensitive, so he made sure to tease them well with his tongue. Your whole body jolts in response as you let our a whimper. A look of lust washes over his face. You feel him throb beneath you again. |
You shuffle down and slide Astarion’s pants and underwear off. Your mind briefly considers the wall with the whips, crops, floggers, etc. Given Astarion’s past torture, you decide to take it slowly tonight. You will have forever to test boundaries and safe words with him once you have more time to discuss it. |
Sauntering your way back up to his face you lean into his ear and whisper "I’m going to do the exact opposite of the blindfold." He eyes you curiously, wondering what you mean. Then he follows your gaze over to a mirror, all he can see is you straddling something, nothing more. "I’ll be your mirror again, except this time... I’m not just going to be talking about that dangerous smile and those gorgeous piercing eyes of yours". |
Your hips sway in a suggestive manner while you bring your lips along his jaw to his neck. You may not be a vampire, but Astarion loves it when you bite him. You nip at him and feel him quiver beneath you. While holding out your right arm, you use your twinned spell ability to conjure two mage hands. |
"I’m trying something new... I need you to tell me if it’s too much" You indicate as you straighten yourself up and motion one of your mage hands to Astarion’s chest. |
"Oh Darling, your creativity is so exciting. What ever will you do with 2 extra hands. I promise I’ll let you know if it’s too much~" He peers into your eyes with absolute desire. Your insides stir. |
One of the mage hands makes its way to Astarions neck. You grind against his rock hard shaft while anxiously waiting to see how he reacts to the hand wrapping around his neck. |
"Gods~" He gasps as his eyes roll back. His arms draw tight against the cuffs. The sight of him in such a pleasured, submissive state drives you nuts. You link your tadpole to his so you can truly be his mirror. Images flutter through his mind in real time, along with the feeling your intense arousal. |
You didn’t think it was possible, but he became even harder seeing himself in your control. |
When you lift yourself to your knees, you bring his cock to your entrance and take him all in. The both of you moan in unison. You lean back and place a hand on one of Astarion’s knees as you begin riding him. Then you command your second mage hand to collect a flogger from the wall. The flogger will be a good introduction for Astarion because it can be used softly and intensely. |
You feel his tadpole link to yours this time. He shows you every intimate angle that the mirrors can’t capture. "You are so perfect~" He moans deeply. |
The pace quickens. Echos surround the room with your dirty voices and the sound of your skin making contact. The second mage hand makes rounds flogging you both, alternating between soft and strong strokes, while the one around Astarions neck grasps a little tighter. What a hot mess you two are. |
To your welcomed surprise, Astarion likes both intensities of the flogging. |
"Ah~ Astarion " You plead heavily. "I need you to fill me to the fucking brim. Make me overflow~" |
The tadpoles were still connected. You could tell that you were both reaching your limit. You push yourself forward and take his mouth into yours for another passionate kiss. |
Moments later you were both screaming in your release. It lasted so long that neither of you knew if it would stop. |
After coming down from your high, you lie on Astarion’s chest. Feeling every ounce of his hot juices inside of you satisfies you immensely. Your mage hands disappear while you both try to catch your breath. You unlock the cuffs and shift to cuddle him on the bed. |
He takes your chin in his hands and looks you deep in the eyes with seriousness. "I love you so much. Thank you for helping me feel comfortable in my own skin again. For a while I was... Afraid to touch you. When we first met, every intimate moment made me think back to how I was forced to do so with the intent of luring people back for Cazador. Now... I’m in control. Now I can focus on doing it for love instead of survival. I can say yes or no without the fear of you punishing me. Well- "He snickers vexatiously "unless I want to be punished" |
"I love you too." You smile against his chest. "There’s no need to thank me, you would have done the same for me... I will never force you to do something that you don’t want to" |
"Of course, love." He chuckled and kissed your forehead. "Let’s get our dirty little selves over to the next room for a bath. I’ll give you the best massage as we wash each other" |
"You really thought of everything when renovating this place didn’t you" You mused as you got up. |
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