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"I’m not sure I’m in the market for settling down at the moment, but I think I’d like to get to know him." You say wistfully, gathering the gumption to approach him. "Barkeep, whatever that gentleman is drinking. Send over another stein of it from me will you?" The barkeep nods dutifully and prepares another stein of ale before handing it off to a barmaid to serve. She bounces to Geraldus’ table and turns to point at you. Your heart leaps in excitement and nervousness as Geraldus looks at the stein then back at you again. He’s smiling at you. You wave and he looks behind him at the other Harpers in the booth with him, assuring he’s the one you meant to buy the drink for. You smile back and wave again.

"Go, now. Talk to him already. See?" Jaheira is lifting the back of your stool to shake you out of it. You slide out and begin to make your way over to Geraldus, nerves flooded with anticipation. He bashfully keeps eye contact with you until you’re standing at his booth.

"Hello, Geraldus." You smile shyly as you hold his stare. His eyes are gorgeous hazel. Deep and expressive. They make you want to melt.

"Oh, Tav is it? H-hello. Did you buy this for me?" Geraldus’ neck is getting red.

"Yes, I wanted to thank you for being so brave and using that code. It was impressive." You smile and look into each of his eyes before flicking yours to his mouth and back to his eyes again. "And I wanted to talk to you too." Geraldus’ fellow Harpers take notice of their friend’s new company and give one another telling looks before excusing themselves and giving you two the booth. You take a seat in front of Geraldus. It almost feels as if all the patrons in the inn had faded into the background. It is just you and him in this moment.

"Impressive? No, it wasn’t. I’m not brave." Geraldus stammers. "I was frightened, and I almost got Jaheira – and you – hurt or-or worse, killed." He nervously thumbs the rim of his stein, looking shamefully into his drink. "Thank you for the ale though. It hardly feels as if I deserve it honestly." He gives a wry chuckle.

"It was – you are – though. Impressive, I mean." You reach out to cover the hand holding the stein handle with your own. Geraldus freezes and you feel the flesh of his hand grow hotter. "It is a really difficult thing to do to be brave in the face of fear. I admired it." Geraldus’ gaze goes from your hands to your face. Geraldus doesn’t move his hand from under yours, so you squeeze his. He swallows.

"Thank you. That’s really kind of you to say." Geraldus’ chest is swelling at your praise and touch. He’s barely touched a woman before this. He’s always been to nervous, too clueless to their signals. He’s clearly getting this one. "You’re impressive too." Geraldus clears his throat before speaking again. "You’re a beautiful fighter." He falters, desperate to return the compliment in a way that has you feeling like he does. "Beautiful in skill and appearance." The corner of his mouth lifts into a smile. It’s charming and bright. You feel yourself getting weak.

"I’m glad you think so, because I was wondering if you wanted to speak some more with me." You slide the outer edge of your boot along the length of his leather armored calve.

The redness of Geraldus’ neck creeps further up until it bleeds into the blush of the rest of his face. "S-speak more? Aren’t we already?" He’s gotten the hint, but he can scarcely believe it’s happening like this. He mostly asks because he wants to make sure this isn’t a dream. That he hasn’t misunderstood your intentions.

"Well, yes we are, but we’re hardly alone." You give him a gentle smile and flick your eyes above you. "I have a room. It’s private. Do you want to meet me there in half an hour?" Your hands haven’t separated yet. Geraldus’ grip on the handle of his stein tightens. Geraldus’ eager stare answers before he does.

"Yes. I want to." Geraldus’ eyes are wide and pleading, his breath has quickened. "I’ll go freshen up and I will come to you."

"I’m pleased to hear that. I’ll do the same." You stand to go to your room and begin to withdraw your hand from Geraldus’ and for a moment he doesn’t let you go. "I’ll see you soon." You murmur softly. He releases you. As you ascend the stairs Jaheira gives you an approving nod and raises her glass to you. It makes her happy to see Geraldus with someone finally.

Once you unlock and walk through the door of your room you begin to freshen up. You take extra care to clean and moisturize your body. It’s been a long time since you’ve slept with someone. You admit you’re not the most focused on such things for the time being, but tonight is special. Geraldus is special. You let down and rake scented oil through your hair before twisting half of it into a decorative hair comb. You wear a thin robe and pinch your cheeks to brighten your face.

Meanwhile, Geraldus fumbles in the bathroom. He doesn’t want to stink like body odor and sweaty armor. You deserve much more than that. He wants to be clean and smell nice when you hold him. He fantasizes about how you’ll smell and feel in his arms. Geraldus has never laid with a woman, much less held one before. He’s all adrenaline and somehow it feels more intense than when he was being held hostage by those doppelgangers. A towel hangs around his narrow waist, beads of bath water speckling his skin as he holds a bottle of perfume oil in each hand. He’s smelled both so many times he can’t tell which is which anymore. This shouldn’t be so frustrating. Geraldus’ picks one that smells like sandalwood and applies it cautiously, hoping he hasn’t applied too much. He wipes the fog from the mirror to inspect his hair. For a moment he becomes self-conscious as he looks into it. Geraldus’ body is lithe and slowly filling out. He’s young for a half-elf, only 20. Geraldus settles on sweeping his damp hair back and brushes his teeth before dressing in his nightshirt and linen breeches. His heart is in his throat when he reaches for the doorknob. Geraldus walks down the hall towards your room. Reality begins to set in, he’s going to bed someone for the first time. It’s equally as terrifying as it is exciting.

Geraldus gently raps his knuckles on your door. You don’t answer right away, and he worries for a moment you changed your mind. Just as he goes to knock a second time you open the door. A waft of amber and musk billows into Geraldus’ face and into the hall. He deflates as he’s enveloped by your scent. His eyes droop close and when he opens them again he sees you for the first time. Your hair is different and you’re wearing a robe that’s tied around your waist accentuating your shape. Before your body was hidden by your armor and your face and hair was mussed. Geraldus’ mouth hangs briefly before he finally speaks.

"You smell – You look so pretty, Tav." He sighs. Geraldus’ eye dart over your body, back and forth before he shakes his head. "Can I come in, please?"

"Of course. I invited you after all." You step aside and let him into your room. It’s scantly lit with candles. You took the liberty of putting a few drops of perfume oil on your pillows and drapes. The ambience you’ve conjured has its desire effect on Geraldus and he is entranced as he follows you in. "You can sit on the bed with me." You close the door and stride over to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. You pat the space next to you, beckoning him. Geraldus takes a seat next to and bashfully meets your gaze. His hands fidget in his lap and you sense his apprehension. "Are you alright, Geraldus?" He melts at the sound of his name on your lips.

"I’m alright. I’m more than alright. I’m just nervous, I suppose." He grins sheepishly, breaking his gaze from yours.

"I don’t want to make you nervous." You take Geraldus’ hand in yours. His hands are soft with long beautiful fingers. He holds yours tightly and takes a deep breath.

"I’ve never – " He starts. Geraldus is beginning to feel foolish. You feel his nerves and lean into him to place a soft, chaste kiss on his cheek.

"It’s alright. You don’t have to explain." He turns to meet your eyes again. His are pleading and beautiful.

"Can I kiss you?"

"I would like it very much if you did."

Geraldus has kissed before. A girl who sat with him during their school sessions at the camp. Once when they’d stayed behind after a class she’d kissed him. At first it was just one, but soon they became open mouthed kisses that stretched for minutes at a time. They’d only stopped when they were nearly walked up on. He never saw her again after that. One of her parents, a Harper, was killed and she was sent to live with family since she’d only had one parent to begin with. He didn’t get to say goodbye. His father passed not too long after and his mom left the Harpers. Geraldus didn’t go with her; he stayed instead.

Geraldus leans into you and closes his eyes before letting his lips meet yours. They’re plush and soft. You feel him exhale gently through his nose on your face, his breath sweet and warm. You press your lips firmly into his and return it. Geraldus takes his free hand and brings it to your face, cupping your jaw. He presses his fingers into your neck and gently pulls you into him, the kiss growing hungrier. You part your lips and offer a teasing swipe to his mouth, coaxing it to open. He accepts instantly, meeting your tongue with his. Your tongues sweep over one another, melting together deliciously. Geraldus feels his arousal pull from his core to his loins, flooding them with desire. He’d already felt himself grow hard the moment he sat on your bed, but now he threatens to display his desire through his linen breeches. He decides he doesn’t care; you invited him here for a reason.

You release Geraldus’ hand and place yours on his chest. You begin to lean forward, pushing him with you. Without breaking the kiss Geraldus follows your lead and draws his legs up onto the mattress, scooting back to lie onto the pillows as you crawl atop him. You pull your robe up and gather it at the front of you, concealing your bare pussy and ass, and straddle him. You can feel his erection through the thin fabric of his clothes. With your hands still on his chest, you grind into him, and he groans into your mouth. Geraldus feels the heat radiating off your pussy onto his hardening length. Blood rushes from his limbs and surges south. His head swims. Geraldus’ hands rest on your hips, finally making acquaintanceship with your body. You’re soft and warm and the robe you’re wearing glides over your skin under his palms. He wants to feel it against his. Skin on skin.

Geraldus breaks away and gulps. "Can I touch you?"

"Please." Your quim reacts to his pleas. The way he asks for every little thing makes your heart soar. You want to bless him for his tenderness. How beautifully he surrenders himself to you, humbly requesting your affections. Geraldus slides his hands down your thighs and slips them under your robe. Your warm skin is everything he anticipated. His hands glide further until they’re on your hips. It’s now that he comes to the stark realization that you aren’t wearing underwear. He drags his palm over your hips, fingers splayed before grabbing at your rear and pulling your pelvis into his. Geraldus’ hips rise needily as he seeks more friction. You comply and bare down on him. You feel your slick squelch against his breeches. One of Geraldus’ hands snakes up to your back and caresses it. The other grasps firmly on your ass, digging his fingers into the crease of it. In his desperation his fingers meet briefly with the perimeter of your soaking wet quim. He breaks his mouth free of yours, panting. He grasps your flesh, the tip of his fingers damp.

"I – Oh, Gods, Tav. I need – " Geraldus sighs as he withdraws his hands, clenching them between you. He’s panting against your lips. "Can I see you? Please." His fingers play with the belt of your robe.

You straighten up, bearing your full weight on his swollen cock. He shivers and sighs as you loom over him. You untie and open your robe, letting it drop around you, revealing your body in its full glory. Geraldus’ eyes rake over your chest, taking in your breasts. His clenched hands unfurl, and he raises one to your breast, scooping it gently in his hand. He brushes a thumb over your nipple and watches in amazement as it hardens under his touch. His other hand caresses your thigh, and his gaze lowers down your torso. His breath hitches a moment when his eyes meet your visibly drenched pussy pressing into his hard cock, only his breeches separating you.

"You’re so beautiful." He breathes, desperate to find the right words.

"So are you." You rub his chest, pressing your breasts together. You feel his cock twitch between you. "Can I see you now?" You slide your hands to his waistband, stopping at his drawstring and waiting for his approval.

You untie his breeches and shimmy them down, freeing his gorgeous cock. It springs free, bouncing against his stomach. It’s average in length, but impressively thick, with a delicious blushing pink head. He’s already dribbling with precome. You reach behind you to help him kick his breeches off the rest of the way. Geraldus sits up to take his nightshirt off, kissing you between each step. You giggle softly and follow him down, kissing him some more. He feels your wet pussy plant squarely onto his cock, ensconcing it with your folds.

"Geraldus – " You sigh sweetly. "Touch me. Down here." You begin to lead his hand down to touch you, but Geraldus takes the rest of the initiative on his own. He hesitantly touches the pads of his two middle fingers as carefully as he can to your pussy. You can feel his hand trembling. "It’s alright, you won’t hurt me. It’ll feel good, I promise." Geraldus takes the guidance well and deftly slides his fingers over your slit. He gasps as his fingers slide effortlessly over slick velvet. He closes his eyes in disbelief as he imagines how it will feel around him. His cock responds to the thought. Geraldus is eager, yes, but he wants to take his time and enjoy every bit of this experience he can. He mentally studies what he feels. You respond keenly to Geraldus’ touch. Although unskilled, Geraldus’ touch is gentle and meaningful. He repeats everything you react to. Noticing how you like your folds massaged before he swirls his fingertips against your clit. He measures your sensitivity with impressive ease. Geraldus is a quick learner, and it makes you want more.

You grind with his hand movements until his fingers threaten to enter you. You want them to. Geraldus’ fingers withdraw for a moment before he begins to understand. He cautiously teases your entrance, feeling for how it will accept him and at what angle, before slipping in his middle finger. Your arousal is apparent, and it shows in the way your pussy easily accepts his finger with little resistance. Geraldus breath catches. He can’t believe how wet, warm and alive pussy feels. He gently adds another finger, gasping in awe at how you stretch around his fingers. The air cooling your slick as it drips down his knuckles onto his hand. You moan quietly, bracing yourself on his shoulders as he explores your soaked, spongy insides.

Geraldus watches your face with tenderness. Gazing lovingly at how your body responds to his touch. He continues to gently massage into you as you gain more purchase against him.

"Geraldus, don’t stop please. You’re going to make me come." Geraldus resists the urge to quicken his pace or increase pressure. He does as he’s told and diligently works his fingers inside you. He stares up at you in amazement as your walls flutter around his fingers. Before he can admire it you come onto his hand, letting your head fall to the side as pleasure takes you over. Your pussy clenches around his fingers, releasing more slick. Geraldus waits until your pussy stills before withdrawing his hand from between you and wrapping his arms around you. He embraces you, gathering your face in his hands as he pulls you into his kiss.

"I’ve never witnessed anything so lovely." Geraldus is kissing you hungrily, lips crashing and tongue plundering. "Did I – Did I get it right?"

"I want to make you do that again. Please." More pleading. It sends waves of arousal through you. Geraldus’ hands roam over your entire body and through your hair.

"Are you ready?" You whisper against his lips.

You reach between your bodies and take his cock in your hand. It’s hard as steel, but soft as petals. He shivers at your touch and bucks his hips involuntarily. You kiss his lips to distract him, but he’s too absorbed to follow along. You firmly grasp the base of his dick and guide the tip of it against you. Geraldus cries out in surprise.

"I’m sorry – " He mutters against your lips.

"Don’t be. It’s normal." You kiss him. "It won’t be the first time that happens."

You kiss Geraldus deeply before slipping in the tip of his cock into you. He gasps in your mouth, and you eagerly swallow it. You trap him in another kiss to ensnare another beautiful sound before letting yourself sink slowly onto his cock. You catch another delightful moan as your pussy welcomes the entirety of his length and girth. Geraldus shudders, his eyes fluttering closed as he feels you stretch all around him. Warmth spreads through his loins into his body. You feel the emptiness within you disappear as you take all his virgin cock. You squelch around him as you rotate your hips, feeling every stretch. Geraldus’ head presses back into his pillow as stars dance behind his eyelids. He forgets every part of himself that isn’t his cock. It isn’t until you start to move your hips against his does he remember he has hands. He holds you steady, his instinct screaming for him to move. Geraldus pulls your hips down, increasing the pressure between your coupling.

Geraldus finally opens his eyes. What he sees upon opening them is something he will always remember. Your hair comb had fallen out and your hair had loosened all around your face. He continues to hold on while you begin to lift off his cock, your velvety insides stroking him sweetly. Geraldus whines preciously as you drag along him, stopping half-way before collapsing onto his cock again. A moan punches through Geraldus’ stomach and out of his throat. He sank into your pussy so wonderfully, only meeting resistance against your cervix. You repeat the action more smoothly and with more vigor this time.

Geraldus’ eyes roll before he blinks. He gazes up at you with tenderness as you ride him. Your eyes are closed, brows pinched in concentration as you chase your pleasure. The pace quickens and the warmth growing in Geraldus’ core begins to ignite hotter and hotter. He bucks his hips to meet you. His vision narrows in on your bouncing breasts. He reaches out for them with one hand, taking turns with each one. Cupping and squeezing it gently. Geraldus’ eye roam further down as he dares to watch himself disappear inside of you over and over and over again. The look and sound of your wet flesh slapping gripping his attention. He feels himself hitch, his breath getting shallow. A familiar tightening tugs at his core.

"Tav." Geraldus chokes. "I’m going – I’m going to come."

"It’s alright." You breathe sweetly. "Come for me, Geraldus."

Geraldus is inflamed by your command, eyes fixed where you two join. He braces his heels against the mattress below him and fucks into you harder and faster until his pace begins to falter. He screws his eyes shut as red-hot pleasure explodes into blinding white bliss. He cries out, a quaking moan ripping from his soul. Geraldus’ cock pulses and ropes of come spurt deep within you. He pounds into you, riding out his orgasm. You watch his eagerness consume him as he loses himself in you, panting and sweating. Geraldus doesn’t stop when his orgasm begins to die down. He watches in astonishment as a thick white ring of frothy come coats the base of his cock. Geraldus throws his head back into his pillow and pulls you tighter against him, burying his cock mercilessly into your pussy. You moan and ride through it with him. He slows, gasping for air until he comes to a complete halt.

"That was – " Geraldus pants. "That was incredible. I love this feeling. I don’t want it to stop." He begins to mumble something, drunk on bliss. He pulls you against him, chest to chest, and holds you. You let him stay inside you, wanting to stay close.

"Mmm." You hum into his hair.

"I want to make you feel like that." Geraldus’ cock jumps inside of you. It hasn’t softened. "Can we do it again? Can I be on top this time?" He enthusiastically asks. You’re incredulous.

"Sit up and roll over with me. Don’t let me go." You guide gently, wrapping your arms around his neck. Geraldus eagerly clings to you and flips over. He feels the power shift to him, and his hips roll in response to the newfound sensation of dominance. He earns a sinful moan from you. He’s always been sweet and gentle, but in this position he feels eons of primal instinct take over. He is overcome with the need to take you. Geraldus kisses you passionately before he begins to work into you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. This angle isn’t as deep, but there’s something about it that promises an equal, if not better, experience. You sense his need for depth and put your leg onto his shoulder. Geraldus’ inexperience only keeps him from getting the hint briefly before he swings your opposite leg over his other shoulder. He descends impossibly deep into you, causing you to groan in pain. Geraldus stops suddenly.

"Did I hurt you?" He lifts his head and sweeps your hair out of your face to look at you.

"It’s a good hurt keep going." You gasp, struggling to breath with his cock wedged into your folded body. Geraldus continues to let himself sink further into you, your knees nearly touching your ears. Geraldus gasps in pleasure as he lets his head hang between you. He opens his eyes and is greeted by the view of his cock once again splitting you open, come smeared into generous webs between you.

"Hells." Geraldus croaks before lifting his head and rocking his hips into yours. The position is unforgiving, and you threaten to come undone almost immediately. He’s so deep inside and the angle presses his shaft into your clit relentlessly. Geraldus pace quickens, his knees digging deep into the mattress, caging you beneath him in his arms. The crude slapping of skin and desperate moaning is all that you hear in this dim room. The candles are shrinking as you get lost in one another’s bodies. You can feel yourself getting close, your pussy clenching once more. Geraldus feels the familiar flutter and he chases it, breaking a sweat that glistens over his body. Your insides tighten, your legs begin to shake. You rake your fingers down Geraldus’ back, willing his ministrations.

"You’re doing so well, Geraldus. Don’t stop, please." It’s your turn to plead. He doesn’t relent, pounding into you with precision. You tighten around him, your pussy thrumming with tension. You feel yourself nearing the edge, the pressure within you building into agony until you tumble listlessly over the edge. You clasp a hand over your mouth and scream helplessly into it as your lover drives into you mercilessly. Geraldus thrusts into your flooding pussy as you come undone around his cock. He drowns in the feel and sound of it until his own orgasm rips through him again behind you. He spills once more into you as he moans pitifully into your hair. Geraldus slumps over you, letting himself feel the emulsion of your spend leaking out of you and all around him. He’s never felt so close to someone. He almost doesn’t want to pull out, but he does.

You immediately miss the fullness and closeness of Geraldus. You each lie next to each other panting and slick with sweat and come, staring into the ceiling above you. You blindly feel around the bed for Geraldus’ hand. He grasps it tightly when your hand finds his. He brings your hand to his face and places a delicate kiss onto your knuckles.

"Thank you. That – " Geraldus chuckles drunkenly. " – that was heavenly."

"It was. I haven’t felt like that in ages." You giggle and smile to yourself. "You did wonderfully. Are you sure you haven’t done that before?"

Geraldus laughs loudly. "I promise. I wasn’t lying about that." He rolls over onto his side to face you. "Can I hold you? Can we hold each other?"

You scoot closer to him, and he quickly pulls you against him, spooning you. He all but wraps his entire body around you, enveloping you in his lean, pale legs and arms. You lie with one another naked until morning comes. You both napped for only a few hours before the sun rose. You needed to get going to help Jaheira and to save Baldur’s Gate. You want nothing more than to stay in bed with the sweet half-elf man that offered himself so preciously to you. You hold one another for a few moments and share a kiss before you unwillingly pull away from one another. Geraldus watches you leave, tears threatening to spill for a woman he only knew for a night.

As Geraldus readies himself for his day and dons his armor. He wears it knowing it will be the last time because being a Harper is not for him. He’s experienced something that he wants to live to see again. He wants to live to see you again and he will patiently await the day until he can seek you out.

"You want to use this on me?" Halsin asked, on the ground between him, Thychar and Astarion was a phallus. The large Elf looked at it, it was clearly well-made. He looked up at Thychar, his Tiefling lover stared awkwardly back, trying to look brave about it. Their tail gave them away, the tip the only part moving. Clearly nervous at asking him. Astarion was sitting next to them, looking as stoic as ever. 

"Only if you want to."

"It’s been many years since I was the one, uh, receiving," Halsin smiled, a twinkle in his eyes, "but I’d gladly take whatever you give me." Astarion let out a giggle. "Pun intended."

"Did you like it when you last did it?"

"Very much, it’s very pleasurable. Relaxing even. I hope you will be joining us too?" He looked over at Astarion, who was sitting next to Thychar.

"Of course. We both wanted to ask you, but yes, it’ll be the three of us."

"Any time," Thychar said, "no hurry. I know we both have things we want to try with you." They’d been talking about their own intimate life more regularly. Astarion enjoyed it, sometimes they had their spells where neither felt like it, and other times they couldn’t get enough of each other. Halsin was the only one in their traveling party whom they wanted to share. It helped Astarion feel more comfortable in their relationship, that it wasn’t just sex.

"Then, shall we prepare for it soon? Not tonight, I’ve made a commitment to our little Owl Bear friend to Wildshape for him tonight. I remind him of his brother apparently."

"That’s so sweet!"

"Excuse me, Solph usually sleeps with me!" Astarion had named the Owl Bear "Snack’ in Elvish since he wasn’t allowed to drain the blood from it. He’d grown quite attached to the owl bear, though he was not going to admit it. Same with Scratch. Astarion firmly denied waking up one morning and cuddling with Scratch. Mainly because the dog had nudged his way between Thychar and Astarion one night. 

"He’ll return to you, but he wanted to play without hurting Scratch. He’s just a child after all."

"Fine, as long as you don’t keep him up late. He’s a growing boy after all." Thychar giggled, getting dagger-eyed by Astarion. "He is! He’s getting bigger every day, darling! He's already grown so much since joining our camp."

"Don’t worry, Astarion, I’ll bring him back by nightfall." Halsin made to stand up, kneeling in front of them now. "And he’ll get a good dinner too, no need to worry. As for our plan, I’ll wait for you when you’re ready. I’ll see you both in a few hours."

"Bye Halsin." Thychar gave him a kiss on the cheek, then the Druid left. Astarion was pouting a tiny bit. "Solph will be fine, I’m glad Halsin can communicate with him regularly, the potions of animal speaking taste awful." 

"It's not that. I was kind of hoping he’d want to do it tonight." Astarion tucked a strand of hair behind his pointed ear, he hadn't moved hardly at all while the three of them had been in the tent.

"Me too. But we can always ask him again, he’s nothing if not full of stamina."

"Gods don’t remind me. Last time he was on top I thought he was going to break you." Halsin was a gentle man, but not a gentle lover (unless he was in the mood for that). Many mornings Thychar and Astarion both woke up rather exhausted and sore, even having issues walking from how rough Halsin had been with them. 

"I’d say the same thing about you some nights." Thychar turned to face Astarion, tipping their head just so. 

"Oh darling, you flatter me. I’d never break you, I’d just take you apart slowly. Piece by piece."

"Oh? Where would you start then, hm?" Astarion looked at Thychar’s lips, before leaning in.

"I’d start with that delicious neck, and slowly undress you. Expose that gorgeous body of yours." Thychar tilted their head more to expose their neck, it was almost instinctive now, "Just slowly devour you, in the ways you like."

"In all the ways? My love, one night isn’t that long." Astarion hummed, then bit into Thychar’s neck. A warmth seemed to spread around the bite as heat began to pool in Thychar’s belly. Cool hands untucked their shirt before diving in against the warm flesh. Tieflings weren’t smooth to the touch, the ridges on their backs were from non-formed wings. Pointed areas on their chest, knees, elbows, there were so many areas Astarion just enjoyed touching that Thychar happily let him.

Thychar moaned softly as Astarion touched him, then pinched their nipples. Exploring them like he had many times before. He knew every spot to make Thychar melt.

"My beautiful little pet, I love how you sing for me." Astarion kissed the bitemarks, his lips stained red. "So good, just for me."

"Kiss me." Thychar’s voice was whiny, desperate. When their mouths met, Thychar was greeted with the taste of their own blood. Nothing new. But Gods it was a massive turn-on right now. Astarion managed to get Thychar on their back without breaking apart for long.

"Let me get those trousers off you." Thychar shuddered when Astarion nibbled their earlobe. "Oh? Do you like it when I do that?"

"Yessss," They hissed, "I didn’t realize how sensitive my ears were."

"Darling together we’ll find every sensitive spot on your beautiful body." Astarion’s hands (and Halsin’s) were the only ones that seemed to undo Thychar in so many ways. While the 28-year-old Tiefling hadn’t had a huge number of lovers in their years, no others could compare.

"You keep finding new ones." Thychar managed a weak laugh, Astarion would be their undoing and they knew it.

"Of course." Astarion was barely stronger than Thychar right now, having them turn onto their side so he could undo the ties that kept their trousers and undergarments up. Astarion quickly undid the ties with skilled hands. "All these freckles, I could kiss every single one and still find more."

"You’d be kissing my skin forever then."

"I’d be happy to do that," Astarion said it with sincerity. "I really would."

"I know you would my darling," Thychar let Astarion take their trousers off for them. Astarion barely had Thychar’s trousers and undergarments off before he began touching. Sliding a cool hand down to Thychar's lower lips. They shut their legs, trapping Astarion's hand as two of his fingers began circling their clit.

"May I eat you out?"

"Oh Gods please!" Thychar tossed their head back, their legs were pushed together, and Astarion gently pried them apart. They shuddered again under Astarion’s cool touch.