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The private rooms of the Elfsong Inn were almost empty, the troupe of adventurers that had so easily bested the Chosen of the Dead Three dining in the main common room below. There was one, however, missing from the table who instead hid in the privacy of their rooms. Tavrian sat alone next to the low fire, the orange flame casting twisting shadows over his face. The sky outside was painted a deep midnight blue, the first hints of dusk claiming the sky. It would have been beautiful to watch, if not for the great weight that sat in his hand. Resting on his palm were the three netherstones, claimed from his fallen enemies. Each of them pulsed with an ancient power, far greater than anything he had ever held before, and with their possession came the voice of the Elder Brain. It was his duty to destroy the thing, yet with these gems he could command it, control it. Such was the immense strength cradled in the palm of his hand that he felt a pit of terror in the depths of his stomach. While he regarded them it seemed a voice came from the aether, a whisper from fell power and dark desire that spoke with sinister tones.
This is raw power. With it, you could command a vast and terrible army. Think of the lives you can save. You could go home, see your parents, and once more breathe deep of the Akanamere. Tyrants would shiver at the sound of your name, and slaves everywhere could be freed by a single snap of your fingers. Darkness would hide from you as the dog hides from the master—all you have to do is free me . The lulling sound of power incarnate had a firm grip upon him, so much that he did not hear the door open, or smell the sweetness of lavender perfume.
“You’re brooding.” Shadowheart’s voice whispered in his ear and he snapped straight, turning his head to see her smile. She stood over his shoulder, bowed to inspect the gemstones with a glint in her eye—she was curious, but not concerned. Not yet. He returned her smile and it grew as she stepped around the chair and found a place upon his lap, her arms latching around his neck. “You were missed at dinner—Gale got swept away by some charming nobleman and I think Astarion’s getting jealous. You’ll need to tell him to calm down.” Laughter laced her sweet words and he found himself chuckling at the idea of a possessive vampire.
“Wyll can handle it, or Karlach. Well…if a fight breaks out Karlach will probably join in,” he murmured as he slid the netherstones into the pouch at his side.
Shadowheart’s eyes followed the movement before shifting back to meet his own. Her smile faded and a grim light entered her eyes, brow furrowing in concern. “Ever since we returned from the Temple of Bhaal you’ve been distant. More than once I’ve caught you staring into space. You stay up far later than you ever did before, and your appetite is practically gone.” She laid her fingers against his cheek, head tilted to try and see past his walls. “What’s wrong?”
Tavrian’s smile flickered and he let out a soft sigh, arms rising to wrap around her body and pull her close. He buried his face into her neck, breathing deep the perfume she wore. His mind, dominated by cruel whispers of a dark future, fell silent. All there was were their soft breaths in tandem beats, and the feeling of her fingers dancing through his hair. As his heart slowed and the words formed, he began to speak. “I’ve been thinking about everything left to do. The moment we rose out of the sewers with Orin’s stone, innocent people began to burst into mind flayers. What if that keeps happening while we wait here? We’re running out of time and we still need to find Cazador and the Orphic Hammer. A dragon is under Baldur’s Gate, supposedly, and we need to convince him to help save the city, if that’s even possible ” His arms tightened around her and his voice softened to a frail and uncertain thing. “When I claimed the last netherstone, I could feel something change. There was the Elder Brain, of course, shouting in our minds. But, there was something else. With these stones…I could do anything. I could go home. Or make sure that no one else suffers the way I, or Astarion, or Karlach did. A million choices are before me, and when the time comes I don’t know which one I will choose.”
She was quiet, her fingers playing with his hair as if it were a weave of wool. “We knew as soon as we entered the city that things were going to accelerate to the end. It’s terrifying, but we’ve faced more terrifying prospects before. All we can do is take it a day at a time, as we have since first setting out on this journey. As for the power,” she pulled back and both of her hands went to his cheeks to form a gentle cup. Her green eyes shone with an encouraging radiance, lips upturned into a soft smile that glowed with trust and faith. “You should not be afraid of it. Since we met you have shone nothing but kindness and compassion, especially to those that deserve far less. It is your strength. I believe that you will make the right choice, because it will be the one that you’ve known ever since we found out what the Absolute actually is.”
Tavrian stared into the verdance of her eyes, mind filled with thoughts not of darkness but of color and bursting energy. It was the warmth of knowing that in the end she was at his side, the brightness that her smile carried and the hope for the future that she inspired. “I love you.” The words came unbidden, spoken softly like prayer.
“I love you too.” She leaned in for a soft kiss that lingered until she pulled away, a devilish smirk on her face. “You know, I didn’t just come here to see if you were alright. I had a question for you.”
“And what would that be?”
“Do you remember the drow twins, and how they were worshiping me?”
Heat flared upon his cheeks as he remembered that night. It had been a long session, filled with fantasies that he still often dreamt about. “I seem to recall quite a bit of worship. What has made you think of that? Do you want to return?”
“No…well, that can be discussed later. I was wondering if you could demonstrate your faith to me on a more…personal level. Alone .” Her hand snaked up his chest until it latched onto the collar of his shirt, balling the fabric into a rough fist. Her eyes were hungry. “ Tonight.”
Tavrian blinked, then a slow grin appeared on his face. “I would hate to disappoint you. I will need an hour to make some arrangements.” Shadowheart yelped as he stood up with one arm hooked around her torso and the others supporting her legs, then spinning he desposited her onto the chair like one would set down their pet. “We’re going to leave the inn after everyone drifts off to sleep, understood?” Her eager grin was the only answer he needed. He leaned in for one last passionate kiss before striding away, taking the back stairs to avoid the rest of their friends.
It did not take long to reach the Forge of the Nine, where Dammon was closing up the shop. The tiefling must have heard his heavy steps for he turned and tilted his head. “Tavrian, you seem to be in a hurry.”
“I am, I need two manacles and two spikes. Do you have something like that?”
Dammon’s brow furrowed. “Well, yes. That’s an odd request compared to what you usually need, is there a specific reason?”
Tavrian pulled out a handful of gold and pressed them into the blacksmith’s hand. “It’s better if you don’t ask questions…also, do you happen to know a seamstress?”
Dammon blinked and then shook his head as he took the gold. “Yeah, Lawrence down the way. Look for a wheel.” Tavrian gave a swift nod and turned to speed down the street, an eye on the setting sun far in the distance. Most shops closed when the sun kissed the earth, he hoped that Lawrence was not the same.
It took a moment of searching but located in a shadowed alley was a thin door, a large loom’s wheel hanging above. Tavrian opened the door to a large room overrun with cloth-filled barrels and mannequins dressed in elegant, colorful clothes. A dwarf stood at the end of the room, bent over a long dress of gold and white, the only light a lantern hanging above his head. At the sound of the door he turned and glared at Tavrian causing the paladin to falter in his steps.
“Oi, what do you want,” the man’s accent was thick, a deep bite that held hints of a northeastern heritage.
Tavrian took a few tentative steps forward, glancing around the room for anything that would fit her. “I was hoping to buy a dress.”
“I’m not sure I have something readily available in your size.” The dwarf chuckled and set his work aside. “But, I can get something started. For the right amount of coin, of course.”
“Well, it’s not for me.” He took the coin pouch at his side and bounced it into the air. “But I do have coin.”
The dwarf nodded and pat Tavrian’s elbow. “Well lad, what are you looking for?”
A flash of sky blue caught his eye. “Something…colorful.” He smiled and stepped with the dwarf into the back of the store.
Shadowheart sat on the bed she normally shared with Tavrian, dressed in a dark outfit best suited for absconding in the middle of the night. Two hours have passed since her lover had left, thirty minutes since the last of their companions had retreated to their beds. He should be by her side but instead she was alone in a shrouded room, the only light came from the moon which shone through the wide window. She was, as to be expected, quite annoyed.
She was about to stand and leave when a pebble bounced against the window, followed by another. When she paced to the window she saw Tavrian standing outside, a bag slung over his shoulder, a handful of pebbles in his hand. A grin split his face and a dangerous light danced in his eyes. Slowly she opened the window and leaned out towards him. “What are you doing?”
“I’m here to pick you up.” He dropped the pebbles and stepped closer to the inn until he was right below the window. “Those who allow their goddess to walk across the ground have never truly believed.”
Shadowheart was not about to say that worshipers did not often meet their deity. Instead she glanced back towards the door, then met his eyes. “You better catch me,” she called out as she hooked one leg out the window. Laughing, she slipped through the window and landed in his arms. He squatted down to take the impact and, as he was recovering, her hands went to his face to pull him into a deep kiss. When she broke away she looped one arm around his neck, her other hand playing with the string that kept his chest covered. “What took you so long?”
“I had to arrange for a few things.” He moved the bag off his shoulder and she could hear the sound of metal clanging together. “I hope you’re comfortable, we have to leave the city.”
“While this is certainly not what I had in mind when you said I won’t have to walk, I suppose being held by my lover will have to do.” Laughter danced in her voice and they started off towards the Basilisk gate, where they could escape into the wilds surrounding the city. As they approached the gatehouse she saw a single guard standing at the door, halberd and lantern in hand. When he saw them, the man started, then turned to push open the wooden door cut into the gate. They passed through quickly and just as fast the guard closed the door behind them. It was odd, considering most sentries demanded some reason for leaving the city, but when she glanced at Tavrian he had a self-satisfied smile on his lips. This was likely part of his plan, which made her wonder how much he had prepared for the two of them.
Eventually they came to the same isolated spot where Tavrian had taught her how to swim, though he took her not to the sand but to a grassy knoll that overlooked the waves. A single tree was there, illuminated by the silver light of the moon. He deposited her upon the grass and began rooting through the bag.
“This isn’t exactly the most exalting of temples,” she teased as she looked over the beach. There were plenty of fond memories there, ones that she revisited in her dreams. Perhaps he would be willing to venture further into the water again, though that was likely a distant thought tonight. The metallic sounds were a hint, though to what end she did not know.
“I haven’t been able to construct your altar yet, but I do bring you an offering.” She turned and saw that he had a dress in his hands. It was made of a light blue fabric, thin and almost transparent, with a sheer drop from the neckline. Where the waistline would normally flow into a swirling skirt, the dress was cut so that her thighs and legs would be revealed and everything else barely shielded from prying eyes. It was a lustful kind of cover that the cloth provided, one that could be removed for quick access. She raised an eyebrow and took it from him.
“This is quite the dress, just for me?” She smirked and brought it to her chest, measuring it with her eye. There was no way it would fit normally, but she supposed that was the intention.
“Consider it a gift, and if you will put it on while I arrange for the rest.” He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead before taking the sack and approaching the tree. She watched him for a moment before turning around and beginning to strip, her clothes falling into a small pile at the base of the knoll. She slipped into the dress and stepped towards the water to see how it fit. From behind she could hear the sound of a hammer ringing into a spike, the bark cracking with every hit. As tempted as she was to peek, she was more concerned with what she wore. The neckline did indeed drop past her stomach ending in a sharp V right above her crotch. The rest of the fabric was just as revealing; the sleeves were translucent and the bodice just barely able to hide her pale skin with a sheer veneer of blue. Neither did the slips of fabric that ran before and behind her conceal much, though as she regarded her ass she did admit that the cloth accentuated her curves. She looked good, and knew immediately that Tavrian had picked it for that sole reason.
“Your altar is complete, goddess.” Tavrian’s words caused her to glance towards the tree. Two stakes pinned two curved loops into the wood, separate enough that anyone trapped there would have little means of escaping. He stood to the side of his creation, arms crossed and a smug smile planted firmly on his lips. Those blue eyes drank every inch of her like a wanderer in the desert finding an oasis. There had been times when he stared at her, plenty of them, but never have his eyes been so thirsty.
“What?” Soft laughter filled the air as she stalked closer to him. “Honestly the more you stare the more you’re going to get used to seeing me. I’d hate for you to get sick of the sight…” Her tone was light and teasing, the hint of a smile flickering on her lips, yet she could not deny the lasting parts of Shar’s shadow and fear which lurked in the darkest depths of her mind. There were still moments, late into the night, where she wondered what her true value was. When it was whispered that her strength came from Shar, and nothing else.
“That would not be possible,” he murmured as he stepped into her space, breaking the hold fell fear had over her. She tilted her head up to meet his gaze, those eyes of brilliant sapphire shone with nothing but unrestrained love and desire. “I still stare at sunsets in raptured awe, and a hundred years from now I will view your radiance with the same stunned gaze when I first saw you.” The words spun in her head and her heart leapt in joy; never before had someone been so clear, so honest with how they felt. It was a comfort, and she leaned up to capture him in a kiss, one that started as gentle as a lamb. Then his hands clutched her shoulders and her own crept to his chest; their lips pulled away and then pressed forward, open now for their tongues to dance. Tavrian’s hands traced from her shoulders to her hips, holding her closer now as her hands danced across his chest and down his back. His grip was rough and as she was pushed back their lips broke apart. Heavy breathing filled the air and she glanced back to see leather cuffs nailed to the tree; it became clear what her “altar” was to be and a flame of excitement began to burn in her chest. Tavrian guided her steps and once her back pressed against the bark, his hands rose to grab her right wrist to pin it to the cuff, then tied the leather straps tight around her skin. He did the same to her left wrist, and so it was that she was bound to the tree, vulnerable to him and the rest of the world.
Tavrian took a step back to admire her and she lifted her chin to appear as imperious as one could when restrained. Their eyes met, and with a smirk he approached, hands clasped together in begging worship.“O’ Goddess of shade, of silver beauty found in dusk. Will you receive one who has nothing but devotion in his heart?” The words were chanted, recited like a prayer ripped from doctrine. Lust dripped from every syllable, his eyes now focused upon her chest and bared legs. There was no hiding what he wanted, and she knew it. Shadowheart tilted her head in thought, lips pursed in mock contemplation.
“I do not see one with only devotion, but desire too.”
“Then take this one who cannot contain all his lust for you.” He fell to his knees then, hands unclasped now and rising to caress her hips and thighs. His touch was light and gusted across her skin, each tap a shock that brought a shiver.
“Prove yourself worthy of my gift, and you shall be rewarded in great measure~” Her voice took on a high tone as one of his fingers snaked past the soft fabric, ghosting across her clit before teasing away. His other hand traced a line from the back of her knee and up to where the curve of her ass began, the feeling of a tantalizing tease that ended with him cupping one cheek.
“How may I praise you in ways you have yet to hear? Your body is perfect, grace incarnate and temptation realized.”
“I’m sure you’ll find a way,” she hummed as Tavrian’s lips now pressed against her abdomen, grazing across her skin with every word. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the tree, focusing on all the ways he touched her. His hand groped her rear, his fingers traced a spiral up her side, his lips and tongue left traces of wet against her abdomen and up towards her chest. This was, she could admit, one of the advantages of such a plunging neckline; it made it incredibly easy for his lips to grace her skin. She felt his teeth nip at her chest, one hand moving the soft fabric away so that his tongue could circle once against her nipple before his teeth latched on. She gasped and twisted her wrists as he began to suck, her chest pushed forward to encourage more attention. His other hand left her ass behind and instead began to fondle the ignored tit, thumb playing with the nipple like one would roll a ball. Agonizing seconds passed before he shifted away, lips now focused on leaving hickies upon otherwise shining skin.
After long moments of teasing which made her legs shift together and a heat begin to build between her legs, he stopped, and straightened. Her eyes flickered open and she stared up at him, a pout to her lips. Normally his eyes were alight with a warm glow, a gift from his oath he said, and always it was filled with love and compassion. Tonight, that light looked dimmer, and as he stared down at her she couldn’t help but feel vulnerable . This was a man who had dark intentions for her. There was no doubt that he would take full advantage of the restraints and fuck her with wild abandon, and she would be too helpless to even try and resist. In this position he could ravage her until she was nothing but a sopping mess, all hints of willful resistance or godly ego erased by bliss.
The thought made her even wetter.
“You still haven’t proven your supposed devotion.” She grinned as she spoke, the teasing words inciting a spark in his eye.
“Then perhaps a demonstration is in order.” One of his hands drifted down her abdomen and slipped beneath her dress. She felt him press two fingers against her vulva, his lips curling into a grin as he found her dripping mess to his satisfaction. His other hand came to rest around her throat and as he held her there he began to tease wet fingers across her entrance. They were flitting touches, brief promises of something more but never enough to grant the purchase she craved. When one of his fingers touched her clit, and for several precious seconds spiraled around it, she whined and bucked her hips forward.
“Please…” she whispered, need screaming in her soft voice.
His hand tightened around her throat. A succubus’ smile appeared on his lips. “As you wish.” His fingers finally slid inside, their thick presence causing her to moan and shudder. They began to thrust inside her, crooked in the way he had learned beneath their bedroll, focused on brushing against every spot that lit her skin afire and caused pleasure to crackle like lightning in her core.
All Shadowheart could feel was the building heat of pleasure, from both his fingers inside her and the pressure around her throat. As her head was forced back towards the sky, Tavrian leaned his head down to whisper into her ear. “I have thought about something like this since we passed through Grymforge. Every time there were manacles embedded into the walls, chains just hanging there, I could see you staring. Thinking. Dreaming. When we are done with the Absolute, I will build us a home where every wall has chains, and you will learn how many ways a body can be bound.” His voice conjured a future that she had often denied herself, one filled with fulfilling everything that had once been rejected, indulging in pleasures she thought could never be hers. It was a beautiful future, delicious because it promised the same mind-numbing pleasure she felt now. The very idea that tonight would begin again sent a chilling shiver of exaltation through her.
“Gods, I…ah~!” The words were lost as a wave of pleasure shook through her—a hot flash of ecstasy that left her mind blank and legs quivering. She glanced towards the grass and saw cum shining in moonlight. Breathing heavily, she followed Tavrian’s hand as his fingers pulled out from her and he inspected them. Maintaining eye contact he licked them clean, tongue twisting to savor the dripping mess that came from her.
“ Ambrosia, ” he murmured before letting her throat go and kneeling before her once more. She shifted her legs further apart, anticipating how he would pray next. A smile appeared on his lips and he glanced up to meet her expectant gaze. “Someone’s needy.” Her cheeks became hot, yet before she could reply he grabbed her thighs and ducked under the flap of fabric, bringing his lips to her dripping center. With practiced ease his tongue traced the flowing curve of her labia, the pressure smooth and subtle. Shadowheart’s head angled back as the pleasure brought by his tongue washed over her, basking in how he worshiped her. Soon the pleasing waves came faster, stronger, as his tongue danced now and focused on her clit. Her hips began to squirm and his hands rose to take them, holding her in place so that he may consume her. All she could do as the bliss turned white hot was clench her hands into fists and release sharp gasps and heavy mewls that rolled from her with every lick.
Then, as the tide breaks, so too did the pleasure. Her entire body shook as a climax claimed her body, legs snapping tight around Tavrian’s head and a loud moan ringing into the air. This did not seem to deter him as he continued to savor her taste and flick his tongue across her clit, only causing her hips to vibrate against him and her whimpering to rise in volume. Long moments of star-studded ecstasy passed before she felt him pull away, her legs dropping, her energy spent. She hung from the manacles, a wide smile on her lips and a haze heavy over her eyes, barely aware of Tavrian undoing the leather cuffs, or him guiding her body to the ground.
“Shadowheart?” The concern in his voice pulled her back to reality and she looked up towards him. Beneath his pants was a hard impression of his cock, taunting her.
“Undress, now.” A grin appeared on his face and he slid off the belt to his dark trousers. A beat later and his pants crumpled to the grass, revealing a hard member which reached towards the sky. She pushed herself to her knees then took the member in her hand. It was hot, and throbbing, and her core ached at the touch. She planted soft kisses against it, tongue slipping past her lips to caress the shaft, taking the time to ensure every part of him was adored. When she was satisfied she pulled back and tilted her head up to meet his gaze. Yearning sat there, desperate need plainly written in his eyes. Without a word she opened her mouth and swallowed his cock in one fluid motion, beginning to bob her mouth along the length with a practiced tempo. As she sucked she hummed, eliciting a sweet gasp from him. She opened her eyes and saw him leaning against the tree, eyes focused on something behind her. Likely her ass, it was his favorite part of her after all.
Eventually she pulled away with a distinct pop, his cock now a dripping mess of saliva. She began to stroke it, her thumb rubbing his tip, and she shuffled her knees so that she was truly kneeling before him. “Now,” she breathed as she put her mouth close to his cock. “Show me how devoted you are. Give me everything .” Her gaze never left his and she saw a darkness enter, a primal desire that sent a shiver from her spine to her core. She stopped stroking his member and instead wrapped her hand around her opposite wrist, leaving her mouth open enough for him to take control.
And take control he did.
His hand became tangled in her hair and he thrust into her. A muffled cough escaped her as his cock entered her mouth, her tongue forced between the floor of her jaw and the skin of his member. The tip pressed against the back of her throat and for one moment she felt trapped, breathing only through her nose as tears formed at the corner of her eyes. With agonizing restraint he pulled his hips back before pushing again into her mouth. A smile was on his lips—he was enjoying how slow he used her and she reached one hand to claw at his thigh. He took the hint and began to properly fuck her face, cock slipping through her lips with a devilishly sweet taste. Each time his tip reached her throat a gluck escaped her, and tears began to stream down her face as her lover used her mouth. With each thrust her tongue twisted around, feeling each part of his cock which violated her. Her right hand drifted down the soft skin of her thigh until she reached her core, fingertips brushing her clit. As Tavrian’s pace increased, and the sound of her being fucked rose in pitch, two of her own fingers slid inside her. They matched his pace and became slick with her very being, creating a schlick noise in harmony to the fucking of her mouth. As his rhythm grew more forceful, her legs began to quiver and her fingers rose to rub her clit. Cum dripped out of her like raindrops. She could only imagine that the black eyeshadow she favored now decorated her cheeks in wavy streaks mixed with tears. Her free hand dug further into his thigh and a moan escaped her between each choking thrust. Frenzied now, Tavrian thrust into her mouth with wild abandon and she rubbed her clit to match his speed, eyes widening as the bliss of climax came close.
“Goddess,” Tavrian grunted, “This is all for you…” Shadowheart could only whine in response. Her eyes stung, her nose burned. Yet, she was in love. She loved how he controlled her, dictated how she breathed and what she could do. Loved how his girth dominated her mouth, the roughness of his hands deep into her silver hair, how he used her without a care in the world. Only he was allowed to do this to her, and she reveled in the fact that he took advantage of it with no hesitation. She wanted him. Wanted everything that he could give her. A tightness in her core was released again. The hand at his thigh curled as her body shook in ecstasy. He must have noticed, for a beat passed and he pulled out, the hand in her hair tilting her head towards the sky, the other going to the base of his cock. She opened her mouth and met his gaze, tongue outstretched to catch everything he sacrificed to her. His cum shot out and landed upon her face, hair, and tongue. When he was done his hands went to her shoulders and with ease lifted her to him. A dumb smile was plastered upon her face, and while her legs shook and were weak, she was able to cling to his shirt. “You’ve done well…my Chosen.”
In response Tavrian captured her in a rough kiss. The tip of her tongue pressed against his, then swirled together and finally pulled back to caress his lips. It was a sloppy, devouring kiss where the only thing she was aware of was his tongue and member pressing against her thigh. One hand drifted from her shirt to stroke his cock, the thing wet with her spit and as hard as a bar of iron. When they broke away, both panting, she took her other hand and cupped his cheek. “It feels like you’re ready for another prayer.”
“The perks that come with my devotion,” he murmured.
“I would be a cruel goddess if I left something like this unattended.” She turned around to place both of her hands against the tree and spread her legs. “Take me,” she commanded.
Her back was level, ass thrust out towards him as an invitation, one he took as he pressed against her. As she began to swing her hips back and forth, one of Tavrian’s hands ghosted past her left hip while the other landed firmly upon her rear before skipping away. A flash of hot pain shivered through her body and a small whimper escaped her lips, earning her another slap. She looked over her shoulder to see him behind her, a fiendish smirk on his face, lust burning in his eyes. He hit her again and her head rolled back as the pain flashed once more. It was a stinging thing, quick in its delivery but the warm pleasure it caused was certainly lasting. Still, it compared little to the member that rubbed against her entrance. Tavrian spanked her again and a high-pitched whine came, she could take no more teasing. “Fuck me!”
“As you wish,” laughter laced through his words and Shadowheart was about to reach back to pull him forward before he thrust into her. The world came into focus as she felt filled, the cock inside her rubbing past her walls and pressing against her deepest, most pleasurable core. She groaned as he pulled back before thrusting once more; like before, Tavrian took his time and Shadowheart loved it. It was a slow, deliberate path to pleasure that was restrained by sheer willpower. Each time he pressed against her there was an inevitable sigh of shuddering bliss; she felt complete with his cock inside her. Then, his hand tightened around her hip, and his other took hold of her braid, the tension causing her head to tilt back until she could see the stars through the dark leaves. The rhythm grew faster. Like a horse rising to a gallop he began to thoroughly pound into her. Each powerful thrust forced a moan, her hands clawed into the tree and all she could do was hold on as Tavrian took her.
He was not silent either. As the pace grew into a steady rutting small gasps and deep breaths passed his lips. She shook and bit her lip, but even that could not mute the high-pitched whines and gasps that Tavrian forced from her every time he hit her sensitive core. With each passing moment an increasing heat of pleasure built between her legs and deep within her stomach; she could feel how wet she was between her legs, her own mess sticking against her thighs and slipping where his cock pushed into her. The pleasure came screeching to a peak as he tugged hard upon her braid forcing her to stand higher. His hand that was once at her side now wrapped against her throat, and a gasp escaped her as she was choked. She bounced back against the cock that so violently fucked her, the sounds of her ass hitting his hips filling the air with lewd music. Soon, everything became a blur and all she could feel was the rough texture of his hand pressing firm upon her trachea and his cock slamming into her with an untamed fury, making her sputter and groan.
A heartbeat passed and Tavrian thrust into her one final time, his seed filling her burning, sensitive, core. In that moment the climax released and her body was seized by the throes of passion, all feeling and thought fleeing from her mind. There was only the radiant joy of her orgasm, and the feeling of being filled and held by one that she truly loved. Then, sound returned as she could hear their ragged breaths in the night air. The feeling of him leaving her allowed her to slump forward against the tree, a satisfied smile upon her lips. She drifted to the ground and rolled over, using the tree as leverage to watch the ocean. Dimly she was aware of Tavrian beside her, his hand creeping across the grass until it locked around hers. With a long, satisfied, sigh she leaned her head against his shoulder.
“I think that was exactly what I needed,” he panted.
She giggled. “Good. I will say that your faith is certainly resolute.”
A soft laugh escaped him before he fell silent. Shadowheart was content to sit there, listening to the sounds of the ocean meeting the earth, of the distant cries of ravens, and watching the moon resplendent in its glory reflected in the shimmering waves. Then, an errant thought swept through her mind. “Why the blue? It’s different from what I normally wear.”
Tavrian stirred, his voice soft and gentle. “Well, you mentioned to Karlach that you wanted something different from the black and purple. I figured this would be a nice start. Besides, after all this is done, I intend on getting you a dress for every color.”
Shadowheart burst into laughter. “You wouldn’t…it would take a fortune.”
Tavrian sat up and turned towards her, a warm smile on his lips even as sly cunning dominated his eyes. “You are the one that said you wished to be surrounded by color. After all, I only exist so that my goddess may have what she wants.”
She rolled her eyes then leaned forward to grace her cleric with a kiss. “Hush now, you’ve proven your faith. There is nothing more to do except hold me, and carry me home.” His deep, vibrating laughter filled her ears as he wrapped her in his arms, the smell of oak and salt filling her nose. She clung to him, closed her eyes, and sank into his embrace.
Warmth . It was such a distinct change from even a year ago, and yet he would never know how much it truly meant.