Crow Of Judgement

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Indulging Nature’s Gifts

Pairing: Halaena x Halsin

Word Count: 5.0k

Summary: The threat of the Absolute looms large and demanding, with little time to sit and rest in between. Halsin and Halaena find themselves in a rare quiet after another long day, and turn to each other for care and comfort amidst the peace of nature.

Tags: fluff and hurt/comfort, fluff and angst, vaginal sex, creampie, werebear Halsin, recreational drug use, affection, size difference, size kink, praise kink, lotus position, marking, magic during sex, finger sucking, dacryphilia, knotting, cock warming

A/N: This work was created without the use of generative artificial intelligence or any other form of artificial intelligence. Do not repost or feed into any large language models or artificial intelligence programs. Thank you.

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/80269431

The slow stumble back to camp was trudged and delayed by dragging feet and limping bodies. It was perhaps an image of zombification; battle-weary warriors pleading for a break from their daily labours. Halaena herself, the starry-eyed wizard, could barely keep herself up as she desperately sought out the fire pit like the only comfort left in a wasteland. The strike of magick at her fingertips fizzled dryly when she snapped to light the embers, a frustration furrowing her brows, and she tried again to no avail. This time, though, a sharp line of pain buzzed up her arm, and she let out a startled yelp as she jumped back, bumping into a familiar sentinel behind her.

“Easy, little lamb, you’ve wrung yourself dry.” The soft oaken timbre of Halsin’s voice was a welcome confirmation of safety, all honey-sweet in the ways he reserved just for her. Acting as a guide, he led Halaena to sit on the grass as he made a move to strike up the flames the old-fashioned way, with flint and steel and the grit of his wrought muscles. The Drow watched keenly as he sparked flame to life, coaxing it to a blaze before them. Their companions trickled off in various directions in search of various pleasures to sate their aches. Still, as moths to the flame, Halaena and Halsin found themselves curled near the hearth, seeking solace from one another.

The Archdruid settled in beside the Mage and took her by the arm and waist, pulling her ever closer to himself. For a long time, neither spoke, and the camp fell into a silence they hadn’t met in many moons. The peace was unsettling at first, nothing but the crackle of fire and a chorus of crickets to fill the space once filled by the clash of weapons and the gurgle of death, but soon enough they settled into the steadying rhythm of the night. Halsin raked his fingers through her opalescent tresses, taking the time to detangle any knots and soothe the pads of his fingers over her scalp. Had she been born a cat, perhaps she would have purred in that moment, though her eyes fluttered and she sank into the feeling. Though she couldn’t muster much in the way of conversation, she was more than happy to snuggle up and soak in his affections. It was Halsin who spoke up first.

“These days are weighing heavily upon us as time goes on,” his voice was low, almost scared, like a child desperate in his search for the light beyond the ever-present darkness, and Halaena could only nod her agreement. The pads of his fingers soon found her temples and slowly soothed circles into the soft spots, feeling the low crackle of overexerted energy fizzling just beneath her flesh. “Are you in pain, sweeting?” Another nod from her followed by a soft tsk from him as magick bloomed from his fingers, slowly seeping into her head with the low-hummed chant of a Druidic rite. Sharpness dulled to a barely perceptible thrum, and Halaena let a relieved sigh escape past her lips, her vision swimming with waves of pearly energy. As he wrapped up the spell, a bittersweet fondness crossed the Druid’s eyes, and he pushed the hair back from her face to test his palm at her forehead.

“I grow weary of the demands this brutality requires,” the dark maid finally spoke, her voice soft and wispy as a will’o’wisp. She took his hand in hers, eyes tracing the line of his fingers with ardent curiosity as firelight illuminated golden behind them. “That these hands, which hold me so gently, must be turned to the work of death and destruction—“ and she brought his hand up to press kisses to each knuckle, lips lingering against his warm skin. Magick still pulsed between them like a creature borne that night, crackling at wretched nerves and sinew. “—that the source of my light must be used to snuff out that of others’.”

Halsin knew what she meant, deep in the hollowed marrow of his bones, the way the prey knows when their fight is fleeting, and the predator knows the prey is depleting. He leaned in and pressed his tender lips to her burning forehead, nuzzling his nose to her hairline. “I wonder which will end first; this painful war, or my will to go on in it,” he conceded, his eyes heavy and the lines of his face far too heavy for such a beautiful man. They shuffled closer to the flames, hands extended towards its warmth. “Half my waking hours, I can no longer recognize the machinations of my movements, nor can I see past the despair of this endless night. I wonder when we will be free to heal the lands of this wretchedness.”

“—I just need a break,” Halaena’s words came out far too fast for her to stop them. They remained in a natural silence for a while longer, soaking in the warmth of the fire pit before Halsin shifted beside her. The Drow frowned and watched as he pulled away and stood up, though he was quick to extend his hand towards her in offering before pulling her to her feet.

“Then let me take you for a break, my heart.” He looked much like a bear in the dim firelight, and Halanea was not one to counter a beast of such magnitude, especially in such a state of fatigue. Their first stops were their tents, where Halsin instructed her to grab some bedding and any other comforts she might need for a night away from camp. As such, she quickly changed into a night robe and collected various creature comforts for their enjoyment, stuffing them down into a bag of holding before meeting her paramour at the halfway point between their respective abodes. Halsin had discarded his weaponry and equipment in favour of a pair of slouchy trousers and a bag, which she could only assume carried various treasures for their night out. And so he took her hand in his once more and led her towards the brush of the wood.

A song came to Halaena like a dream, and externalised through wisps of weave slowly pouring from her form. An orchestra erupted around them in time with the beat of nature; the caw of a crow followed the clash of a brass symbol, humming cicadas accompanied a trilling violin, and the wind whistled along to an oboe, amid a cacophony of other restless noises. Halsin glanced towards her and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. At the same time, he was guided by the swell of music as they walked along a forest path with purpose, in search. The trees escorted their march, growing thicker with brush and bush, releasing their verdance and piney scent as they passed. Soon enough, they came upon a break in the woodland edging a cliff, and they stopped to survey the area.

It was a steep drop overlooking the continued expanse of the wilds below, a winding river interrupting the density with its flow. Halsin saw the spark of intrigue in Halaena’s eyes and immediately declared they would bed down here for the night. They began setting up for the night: comforters and furs pulled from bags and piled, along with fluffy pillows and blankets; floating lanterns released around them to offer soft lighting; and a procured tin lunchbox promised sustenance for the two. They were quick to settle into the bed they made, bodies slotting together like coming home. They watched the stars and ate from the tin, fresh berries and bread drenched in honey with cured meats, jellies and other wonders from the forage. They were languid and soft, though when honey dripped from her bear’s fingers, Halaena reached out absentmindedly and took his fingers to her mouth, laving up the sweet nectar like a lifeblood from the gods. His hand flexed in her grasp.

Soon, though, they grew tired of stars and berries and turned to discussion, on the plight they shared and the one they didn’t. The tadpole that gnawed at the Drow’s skull, the worry he had for the world around them, and their fears that they would not meet a future wherein they could truly be happy. At the mention of futures, though, the silence that followed was uncomfortably numb and foreign to the couple. It was not long before the Druid could not stand it much longer, and his hand waded through the mass of blankets in search of something. He found purchase and pulled his bag towards him, mirth glistening in his eyes while Halaena giggled and pried into his intentions. He pulled out his wood-carved pipe and a satchel of fragrant herbs for their smoking pleasure. He turned to her then and saw his own playfulness mirrored back in the face of the Drow.

”Care to indulge? Seems we could use the decompression,” he smiled encouragingly as Halaena nodded and reached out for the proffered pipe, taking it in hand as the Druid started with his satchel, packing a generous amount of the herb into the bowl. “There you go, this should help the ache too,” he murmured as flame sparked at his fingertip, turning the leaf to ash while she inhaled its essence. Smoke poured from her lips, along with a coughing fit, before the earlier music swelled to life once more as waves of static weavic magick slowly swirled about her form, flashing and flickering in time with the beat. The wizard reoffered the pipe to its creator as she snuggled back into bed, taking in all the new sensations, the heavy giddiness that overtook her. Halsin packed his pipe and made quick work of smoking it, setting the pipe down as he sank back to her level, releasing a plume of smoke as he leaned in to press a tender kiss to her plump lips.

Pulling back, he took in the softness of her features, the redness of her scleras and pupils blown wide as she stared up at him, dazed. He smiled and kissed the bridge of her nose before resting his head in his palm. They fixed their gazes together for a beat, taking in the swell of music and the breathlessness of their shared high. Halaena could not help but giggle out, her eyes crinkling and sparkling in the soft lantern light. Halsin cradled her face in his great palms and lavished every bit of it in sweet kisses, his adoration peaking now that they had a chance to unwind truly. The music around them quickened with her pulse, and he pulled away just to look at the sweetened smile on her lips.

“This is how it should be; the weight of such daily trivialities should always unburden you. You should be free to smile just as you are now,” Halsin sounded mournful, his eyes dark and wide like a bear’s. Bittersweetness crossed her face, and she reached up to push a stray braid behind his ear with all the tenderness she must suppress in these times of trouble.

“It simply isn’t the lot we drew, I suppose,” she murmured, procuring the pipe once more and packing it light, letting him light it once more as she took in the smoke as a lifeline, fire flooding her lungs as that familiar dull warmth set into her weary bones. That sharp lancing pain slowly dissipated into a hazy tingling sensation, which settled her aching nerves. “I do begrudge it, though, being the figurehead under such conditions; I feel as though I lead my friends closer to death every fighting day.”

“The realities of war, and it never ends either, that feeling that you are your people’s doom.” Halsin’s voice was ragged and foreign, vulnerable in the ways that their days did not allow for. Halaena pulled him close, fingers carting along his wild hair as she settled her nose to his crown, breathing in his natural musk. “I miss the illusion of safety that was the Heartlands, when our love blossomed young and naive, and the threats we faced were no greater than a stray gnoll or goblin.” A long exhale through the nose, his eyes fluttered closed as she scritched down his scalp and massaged at his elven ears.

“I was just contemplating the same earlier— entertaining the idea of how I wish we could have arrested time just after the liberation of Selune’s temple, the shared libation, the idea that that was the worst we could face,” she agreed, taking one of his hands in hers and calmly tracing each line of his palm. He kept steady for her, watching curiously as her hand trembled as it traced, the sense that her magick was taking a greater toll on her mortal body than she cared to admit.

”Oh, sweet girl, it is so hard to keep yourself together when you carry so much weight on your own,” he whispered and took her hand in turn, intertwining their fingers together.

“I wish I could unburden myself, if only for just a moment—”

”Perhaps you should let someone take care of you then, my heart. Allow another to unburden you,” Hasin admonished, though his voice carried no malice nor contempt. At that, the starry-eyed wizard turned her amethyst gaze towards him, one of her delicate brows raising curiously as an amused snort escaped her.

“And you, Master Halsin?” Her eyes bore into him; he felt like an insect on a dissection table as she slowly rose and maneuvered herself just so, finding her perch in the seat of his lap, letting her legs fan either side of his broad hips. His hands instinctively found their place at her plush hips, and he watched intently while she picked up the pipe and packed it once more. “Won’t you ever let someone take care of you?”

Lips wrapped around the end of the pipe and sucked in the herbal smoke, eyes fluttering up at her as she smiled through the haze and leaned in to kiss him, then truly kiss him. Small hands bracketing either cheek as she delved into his lips, her tongue pressing past the seam of his mouth and sliding against his own. The Druid’s hands soothed over her lower back and pressed her ever closer to himself, trying to feel every inch of her he could, given the barrier of their clothing. Speaking of such, it wasn’t long before he reached into the space between them and began slowly unbuttoning her robe. It was an unhurried task, his main focus on the tenderness of her kisses; however, soon enough, he unburdened her shoulder from the weight of her sleepclothes, the Mage shrugging away the fabric like water off a duck’s back.

Lifting his hips let Halaena work off his trousers, with little other barrier between them. Their body heat mingled just as their breaths did, and the rising tension between them only worked in love’s favour as she felt his arousal press against her soft lower belly. A giddy smile quirked at the corner of her lips as she pressed her pelvis forward and slowly began grinding against him. He released such sweet sounds, groaning and gasping against her as he pressed his face between her breasts and inhaled, releasing a shuddering breath. Precum wetted the front of his underwear and soaked through to hers, earning a light laugh from the Drow above the Silvan.

“Eager, now are we?” She hummed as she felt the wet press of his lips against her sternum, lapping at the sweat-sheened skin there. As if in response, golden sparks lit around them, enveloping the pair in a warm embrace as Halsin’s bearish base surged forwards. Nails dug deeper into her flesh, skin developing a healthy distribution of coarse hair, teeth sharpening, his body taking on significant bulk, and those golden eyes of his bore into hers as he looked up from her breast, vision swimming in a needy haze. He nuzzled absently against her.

“Can you blame me? The first in many nights I can fully indulge, little lamb,” he rasped out, voice lust-roughened in a way that drew a peal of laughter from the beauty in his lap. A smile curled at his lips, and he leaned in to press a few kisses to the tops of her pert breasts before he dragged his lips upward. Halaena basked in his affections, rocking against him and seeking every indulgence accessible to her; brushing her hands over his soft flesh and corded muscles, fingers finding the length of his hair and giving a firm tug, and squeezing at his hips and waist like a woman starved. He sucked and nipped at the soft skin of her neck, catching her pulse, and leaving behind various love bites and hickeys upon her dusky skin.

As he pressed his kisses against her neck, the Archdruid slowly skirted his palms over her plush curves, the dip of her waist and buxom swell of her hips before caressing up her padded ribs. Magick crackled beneath the slide of his palms, and soon Halaena felt that familiar tingling relief settle into her, farther than skin-deep this time around. She sank into the feeling of her lover, bodies melded close as a blossoming lotus, and let her head tilt back at the feeling of his fingers dancing up her neck. Soon, his digits found her kiss-swollen lips, which she gladly parted for him, and let him press his fingers into her waiting maw. The sweet remnants of honey panged on her tongue, and the Drow let out a divine little whimper as she began suckling and lapping at them. Fondness threatened to spill over his waterline as he took in the utter delicacy of her feast.

With his free hand, the Druid divested his Lady of her underwear, pressing his fingers deeper into her greedy mouth with a satisfied hum when a tear prickled down the side of her face. She was flushed with need and canting her hips into him, smearing slick arousal over the fabric at his crotch in her desperate search for friction. A huff escaped him, and he used his free hand to steady her hips against his.

“Sit still, sweet girl, focus on what you’re good at.” The oaken timbre of his voice carried a dangerous edge that had the dark elf gushing in his lap, letting out a soft whine as her eyelashes fluttered over her half-lidded gaze. She sucked eagerly at his fingers, as fervent as any maid would suck on a well-built cock, and it was enough to make even one as seasoned as Halsin red in the face. “That’s it, you’re doing so well, my heart, look how pretty you are,” he cooed.

Finally reaching between them to offer that much sought pleasure, long fingers found that pulsing bud between her thighs and attacked it with deadly precision, drawing out moans and gasps from her lips. She tried to blabber out her pleas, but he just gently hushed her and pressed his fingers into her maw further, drawing out a choked sob from his lover. Halsin leaned in and began his slow exploration of every inch of skin he could reach with his lips, leaving kisses and bites in his wake that only added to the myriad of senses. The nerves of her clit exploded with pleasure that wracked through her body in bursts, like the welcome embrace of magick. The friction of his calloused finger pads drove her mad. Enough so that she managed to whimper out his name around his digits, drawing Halsin’s attention to her neglected quim.

”Aw, you poor little lamb, have I left you wanting?” His question earned a quick nod from her, to which Halsin tutted and shook his head. “I can’t have that, now can I? You’ve more than earned your supper.” Thick fingers brushed through her slick folds, gathering the wetness there as his thumb continued its relentless assault of her clitoris. Before long, he was sliding those fingers past her fluttering entrance, invading her senses as he pressed her walls open with every movement. Nursing at his fingers, Halaena couldn’t stave off the whimpering cries that escaped past her lips as she tried to focus on keeping still and obedient for her beloved. Her eyes flitted across the lanterns and flashes of gold bursting from Halsin as drool seeped down her chin.

”Doin’ so good for me, pretty girl,” the Druid slurred out as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out, pushing in deeper with every flick of his well-practiced wrist. With a shake of her head, along with a sniffle and whine, the dark elf pawed insistently at the edge of his undergarments. Halsin chortled out as he pinned her hand between them, shaking his head with a wicked grin, “sweetheart, are you needing something?”

Receiving a glare in turn, Halsin released a roar of a laughter before slowly pulling his fingers from her plump lips with an audible pop, relishing the mournful whimper that followed. Deliberately slow he lifted their hips and pulled his underclothes down, his cock sprung forth proud and erect against his stomach. Considerably better endowed than he usually was and sporting the beginning swell of bulbous glans at the base, the starry-eyed wizard was practically entranced at the sight, pupils blown wide and lips parted gently. She certainly wasn’t complaining about this new addition.

“Now who’s eager?” She could hear the smirk in his voice, but she wasn’t looking at his face. Looking eager enough to pounce, the Druid had to grasp at her twitching hips to still them, fixing her with a playful glare before he ground himself up into her, notching the flare of his cockhead at her entrance. A sharp inhale on her part and brow furrowed in concentration on his, but he pressed his face to the crook of her neck and let out a shuddering breath as he finally pushed into her. A gasp fell from Halaena’s agape mouth, and she held onto him tight, as though attempting to fuse their bodies while she concentrated all her fractured focus on not moving.

The stretch of his invading cock was maddening, her hands twitched at his shoulders, and fingers squeezed into his taut flesh while he pressed on, her cunt fluttering around him. Once seated within her, save the knot at the base, Halsin took a moment to acclimate his darling to the new fullness, pressing kisses to her damp cheeks and stroking a soothing hand down her spine. Their panted breaths came together in the space between them, neither able to fully meet the other’s eye as they settled into glorious ecstasy. It began with slow, languid movements, the careful slide of sweat-slick bodies as they rucked into a rhythm. Halaena trembled in his lap, holding onto him for dear life, and he reached around to grasp handfuls of her ample ass, leveraging her weight to make fucking into her deeper and easier.

“Takin’ me so well, little lamb— hah- just like that, let me hear you,” Halsin’s voice came out near-pleading when Halaena’s head fell to his shoulder, and she let out the sweetest moans he’d heard. As he soothed his palm over his back, he continued to release a steady stream of Druidic magick, letting his energy flow into her wrought flesh and soothe the lingering aches and pains. Her moans only grew louder when he managed to brush up against that spongy sweet spot inside of her, drawing out pleasure like a sonnet, and she gave up her focus and let her hips buck into his thrusts.

“‘s so good,” voice muffled against his shoulder, Halsin smiled triumphantly and tilted his head, kissing every inch of exposed flesh he could reach while rutting her down like a bear in heat, grasping at her soft curves and suckling at her skin. Perhaps, if the circumstances were different, he could have introduced her to the full breadth of his desires, and Silvanus, being willing, created a cub or two in his noble pursuits. Alas for the times, when they made it out on the other side, he would make a mother of her. Though, for now, this was certainly good practice.

Pleasure mounted in the pit of her belly, heavy and insistent, her body hunching into his as her muscles tightened, pressure at the base of her spine coiling unbearably. Toes dug into the linens and tugged them up, her teeth scraping at the juncture of his shoulder before she bit down hard as he ground down her clit against his hardening glands. It was too much, the pleasure and need surmounting all other senses. When he pressed one of those massive paws of his against the base of her abdomen, pushing into the squishy flesh cradled between her pelvis, she could barely brace herself from the topple into orgasmic bliss.

“Halsin! Gods— please-“ her cries were his favoured melody, and they only spurred him on; his hard thrusts grew erratic, cock pulsing within her as he sought climax in the wake of hers. He sucked a dark mark against her pulse and murmured honorifics against her sweet skin, brushing his nose up the line of her neck behind her ear, taking in her intoxicating scent with a blissful whimper as his hips stuttered into a frenzy. Their hips bucked and mashed together, chasing every sense of pleasure and satisfaction.

As he neared his finish, Halsin slid his hand up her back to cradle her head against his, panting heavily as he felt an unbearable tension tighten at the base of his cock. The glands swelled up considerably, and in the recesses of his most animal mind, he knew he wanted it inside of her before it fully inflated. Grunting, he shifted his movements to a persistent grind, working to force the rest of his cock inside of her. Halaena squealed out and dug her nails into his shoulder blades, her eyes shooting wide open at the assault to her oversensitive nerves. Her toes curled up, and she whimpered softly as she buried her face against his neck.

“‘m sorry, sweet girl, you’re doin’ so so good, just a little more, I know you can take it, so strong,” Halsin babbled out, squeezing his eyes shut as his hips stuttered. He managed to catch his knot at her entrance, pushing forwards and forcing her folds to stretch even more heroically as he managed to slot himself firmly within her. That was all he needed, and quickly his orgasm took over like a swinging axe. Seed pulsed from his cockhead in fresh waves as he sobbed into her hairline, moaning her name and grasping anywhere he could to ground himself. The glands swelled up the longer he pumped her full, sealing her shut. He panted and stammered out unintelligibly, his hips twitching and arms coming to rest around her waist.

They sat there basking in the afterglow of their euphoria for a long time, without regard for the passage of time or the world that seemed endlessly demanding of their attention. No, they stole the moment, cradled in their arms and kisses. Halaena sat up first, her eyes red and bleary as she fixed them upon her lover. She couldn’t quite make out what was going on, but he wasn’t quiet, sniffling and trembling in her arms. Bringing her hands up to cradle his face, she tilted him up to look at her, and saw that her bear of a lover was crying.

“Oh my sweet boy, have I overwhelmed you?” She cooed softly, though the worry was apparent in the soft croak of her voice. Halsin cracked a smile and let out a wry laugh, leaning in to press his forehead to hers.

“Forgive me, my heart, I’m just— wistful, I suppose,” he whispered as he blinked back fresh tears, his palm resting at her hip. “It isn’t you— well, not entirely,” he saw her curious brow and nudged against her temple, “I am just mourning the time we could have spent like this, perhaps in the midst of our own lives, perhaps having created new life together. I damn the fates for stealing you from me with this baneful massacre.”

It was the Mage’s turn to gently hush the Druid, gently cradling his head to her aching heart as she slowly worked through his hair with her fingers, gently massaging the tips of his ears, and pressing away his tears with adoring kisses.

“I have waited over a century to start living,” she started carefully, listening to the rustle of leaves and heeding the remnant scent of sex in the air. She lifted Halsin’s head to hers once more, levelling their eyes, “I started living the moment I let myself fully trust in my love and faith in you. And that faith extends to that future which you so desire— we will have time, my darling, I promise.”

One of his great hands came up to encircle her wrist, though this time, receding to the elven form she recognized. The fullness of his bearish body slowly shrank back in a flit of flurried gold, his eyes sad as he stared up at her. Halaena stared down at Halsin in turn, taking in the vulnerability of his shrunken body, the way he curled into her like she was the last anchor in a dying world. She wanted nothing more than to shelter his marred heart from his fears of a future they may not share, but she herself was not entirely convinced.

Instead, she consoled herself by holding him close, and an uneasy silence settled over the air, sapping the breath from her lungs. She whispered soft assurances to her lover as he pressed his face to the crook of her neck, wetting her skin with bitter tears. Neither spoke for the longest time; neither voiced their persistent fears nor the fact that dawn was fast approaching. No, there was no time for that. They stayed curled up in each other long past the rising sun, soaking in what time they did have without care for being selfless. They needed this.

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Honey-Sweet Mornings || Halsin x OF Tav

Pairing: Halsin x Halaena

Word Count: 3.4k

Tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Sexual Overstimulation, Dacryphilia, Teasing, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Ejaculate, Morning Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cock Warming, Vaginal Fingering, Sweet/Hot, Rough Sex, Restraints, Praise, Dry Humping, Nipple Play, Marking, Stretching, Aftercare

Summary: Halaena awakens to a thunderstorm and a prick at her back, and Halsin just so happens to be behind her. A/N: I will keep the cockwarming trope going cause Halsin would 100% be into it, and it needs more representation. This work was created without the use of generative artificial intelligence or any other form of artificial intelligence. Do not repost or feed into any large language models or artificial intelligence programs. Thank you.

That autumn morning brought no sunshine to bathe the rolling hills, nor birds to sing their sweet warble as storm clouds rolled across the expanse of the night sky and released fat raindrops from their puffy masses to the earth below. They had built a cottage homestead deep in the wilds of a great forest overlooking a fjord, where the cold seasons were harsh and bitterly cold, and the warm seasons were gloriously fertile and proffered good bounty for the harvest. Though a component of the area happened whenever it thundered, the clash of the sky roared through the gully of the fjord and amplified the sound a hundredfold. 

Such was the case when the Lady Halaena awoke with a shriek to the feeling of thunder resonating through her bones, crashing into the room as though the clouds had released their fury from the ceiling. Behind her strong arms instantly held her tighter, Halsin’s gravity pulling her in as he pressed his face to her racing pulse. The Drow blinked away the remnants of exhaustion as she looked around the pitch-black room, darkness cast like a blight across their cozy abode, as the torrent raged beyond the window panes. The drawn curtains offered a clear view of the rain pouring beyond, droplets racing down the glass and collecting at the sill. 

“Just a bit of rain, sweet lamb,” Halsin murmured behind her, his bare chest pressed flush against her back, letting every word he spoke rumble through her ribs. He brought a tender hand over her side in a soothing manner, his breath warm against her ear. 

“Very loud rain, you forgot a few words,” the dark maid grumped out, her brows drawn into a tight knit when she noticed the distinctive press of his hips against her clothed hind. She buried her face in the plushness of her pillow, desperate to reclaim her sleepiness before she abandoned any hope of returning to blissful slumber. Though now, her paramour had much better ideas brewing in his beautiful mind. 

“In that case, you neglect the opportunity of this very loud rain,” he pressed on, the heat of his naked body settling more insistently against her as his hand trailed along her side and settled at her hip, pushing her back against him. “A necessary morning in, exhaustion yet to fully dissipate from the bones…”

“Yes, yes, get on with it, that exhaustion is quickly taking hold,” she hissed out, earning a playful pinch at her hip and releasing a very displeased yelp. 

“Come now, you aren’t so coy, my heart. We’ve the perfect time to spend the morning in each other’s arms as nature would have us,” he purred, his hand finding the bottom of her nightgown and pushing it up around her hip before letting his hand trail to the hem of her underwear, “though, I would have you sooner than nature would, my dear.” 

The Druid’s words struck the Wizard to stir from her slumber, soft eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks as her heavy lids blinked open. She cast a tired glare over her shoulder, just catching sight of the roiling golden embers crackling behind his lecherous gaze, and she huffed out a breath at feeling his arm curl up around her ribs, pawing at one of her pert breasts. “I’m sensing a theme here,” she grumbled, though the slow massage of her breast certainly had a tranquillizing effect on the woman. “Did you know that you don’t have to wait for a storm to fuck me, hm?”

“You know I can never pass up an opportunity, though, and this-“ the low oaken timbre of his voice had the exhaustion coursing through her blood turn to a simmering blaze, the insistent press of his body against hers adding coal to the newly flamed furnace of her desire. She blinked up at him, unwittingly holding her breath as the anticipation mounted, watching the slow drag of his fingers along her ribs, playing them like a wind chime. He proffered a lecherous smile with a kiss to her shoulder as his hand dipped over her belly before he moved to shuck the frills of her underclothes down her plush thighs, exposing the bounty of her quim. “This seems far too sweet a temptation to shirk.”

Thunder crashed a choral beyond the abode, the wind howling as it grazed the cottage’s wooden exterior, and for the first time since she awoke, Halaena was grateful to the rain as broad fingers pressed through her sodden folds, spreading slick arousal like honey around, though torturously ignoring the puffiness of her clit as he mouthed wet kisses along her nape, shivering goose flesh across her soft skin. He was slow, languid in his tantalizing exploration, and it only served to stoke the flames higher as embers smouldered within the pit of her belly. An unwitted whine escapes her before Halsin brings his free hand up, wrapping his sturdy fingers around her throat, revelling the quickened flutter of her pulse at the pads of his fingers before pushing her head back, making her meet his eye. 

“Such pretty sounds from such a pretty girl,” he cooed before he leaned down to press his lips to hers in a slow, almost lethargic, kiss, his tongue sliding hotly against hers as he massaged his fingers against her cunt, her walls clenching around the ghost of fulfillment. Her back arched back into him when he finally swiped his thumb over the live wire of her swollen clit, her nerves bursting colours of pleasure throughout her system as she gasped and moaned into his mouth, the Silvan swallowing every cry of pleasure with the fervour of a feasting bear. 

Pulling away from her earned the Druid a strangled whine and a huff from his lover, who craned her neck back for more, though she met only playful mirth reflected at her from his eyes. The Drow shot him a glare, her lips pulled down at the corners in the saddest frown she could muster, though all he did was brush the pad of his thumb over her pulse, the hand between her legs leaving her in much the same state of wanting as he pulled it away to brush his hand over her inner thigh. 

“You’re being a tease, Master Halsin,” Halaena rasped out, though she heard rustling behind her before he canted his hips against her hind, and he slowly pressed the engorged length of his cock between her thighs, giving a few experimental bucks of his hips. He sang his desperation in a pathetic little whimper, his hips stuttering forward as his body sank against hers, his weight forcing her onto her belly as he continued humping away at her thighs. The friction stoked the heat of her need ever more, and she felt a slow-mounting pressure growing within the cradle of her pelvis, warm and gooey. Pleasure bled from her nerves as he ground his cock against her sensitive pussy, her clit throbbing and flushed with red-hot need. 

Behind her, Halsin fared no better, riding out his pleasure as he mouthed at her neck, breathing of her intoxicating musk and panting against her damp skin, the weight of his stomach pressed into the curve of her spine as he ground into her thighs, syrupy precome seeping across her lap as he slid against her sweat-slicked skin. The room rose in temperature, the heady slide of their bodies steaming up the windows. Halaena turned her head and gasped for breath, her eyes watery and half-lidded as she scrabbled for purchase at the sheets, only for Halsin to reach up and grasp her hand, his engulfing hers as he interlocked their fingers and pressed her wrist against the bed, adjusting the angle of his hips. 

The bed creaked angrily with the weight shift, their pants and gasps filling the room as the rain continued beyond the window, though neither cared for the rain nor the early morning. At that moment, all they wanted was to be as close as possible. Their breaths mingled, panting in the heat of the room, and Halsin could barely hold himself back any longer, his hips canting as he desperately sought his pleasure. The moment his glans caught against her entrance, he couldn’t help but let out his growled need; his grip on her hand tightened before he slowly pressed into her. 

The last weavic glint of her irises disappeared as Halaena’s eyes slammed shut, her mouth hanging open in a silent cry from the feeling of him finally thrusting into her, though she felt dizzy from the stretch of him. From this position, she couldn’t ignore the insistence of his size, no matter how slow he went. Halsin gasped and groaned out as her warmth enveloped him, his cock twitching and his mind going white as he worked himself into her. There was nothing in the world such as the feeling of sinking into her cunt, the mind-numbing effect of it all. 

Finally, he sank to the hilt and stayed still, both of them panting and adjusting to the new sensations between them. Halaena felt like she was split wide open, her body roiling through waves of burning pleasure that streaked hot tears down her face. The Druid leaned down to kiss them away, tasting the saltiness of her skin before he moved down to pepper kisses along her jaw and further down her neck, a sound reminiscent of a purr rumbling against her back through his chest. The dark elf felt far too full, and all at the same time not yet satisfied. 

“You okay, sweet lamb? Is this to your liking?” Halsin cooed, nipping at her tender pulse when she began to writhe beneath him. 

“Mmmm— m-move, damn you,” Halaena whined out, much to his delight. 

“I’ve not yet decided whether I want to move at all, really, I could just stay like this all day,” his voice was a low purr that sent shivers up her spine and choked the words from her throat. When she tried to buck into him, the Silvan immediately brought his other hand to hold down her hips, his grip firm enough to leave no room for movement. The poor Drow let out a frustrated cry, but her walls fluttered so pleasantly around his cock, squeezing as much pleasure from him as she could. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck before lavishing the area in needy wet kisses, his vision hazy and mind gone wild just from being inside of her. 

When he began to thrust, both of them could have cried. But it wasn’t the wild, rapid bucking of an adolescent looking for a quick fuck, he rolled his hips into slow, deep thrusts that dragged him over every inch of her inside walls, his cock buried deep enough inside to let his bulbous cockhead kiss the swollen maw of her cervix, pounding in hard and steady. Halaena moaned out her delight with enthusiasm while Halsin worked away at her neck, nipping and sucking at her flesh to leave behind as many marks as he could. It was only fair to let the world know that she was being loved, especially by such a thorough lover. 

Letting go of her hips offered the Drow only temporary relief as the Silvan worked his arm beneath her, tilting her pelvis up ever so much to allow for deeper penetration, his cock carving into her like butter as she squealed and writhed behind him, grinding herself feverishly against his arm as he continued his languid fucking. The consistency of his thrusts built on the insistent pressure in her belly, fire burning in her loins until he dragged her through a slow-simmering orgasm that had her crying out his name, tears dampened her cheeks and crystallized at her eyelashes. 

Pleasure drew out to mind-numbing bliss when Halsin pressed himself in as deep as he could, his heavy balls pressed snug to the cleft of her clit and pulsed as he emptied a thick load into her, lavishing generous spurts of his seed on her inner walls. The dark elf panted and dug her nails into his knuckles, the wood elf letting out a satisfied rumble at the bite of pain. For a moment, Halaena thought Halsin was finished, but with her lover being ever the provider, it didn’t take long before he pulled something else. He adjusted himself once more atop her, the scent of sex heavy in the air, and moved his arm beneath her just so he could begin flicking at her oversensitive clit, making her eyes shoot wide open. 

“F-fuck, bastard,” Halaena gasped out and tried to bat at him with her free hand, but quickly found both hands swept up in just one of his, constrained high above her head and forcing her back to arch into him, “‘s tooo much,” her voice was whiny and breathless, eyes shinning with fresh tears as he worked her overwrought nerves. 

“Now, that’s no way to talk to someone who’s fucking you so well,” Halsin teased as he brushed his thumb over her knuckles, continuing to brush against her clit in solid steady strokes before he resumed his hard thrusts into her, “shh shh, I know you can do this, pretty girl, you’re just gonna have to take it.”

The walls of her cunt clamped down hard around his cock, tight like a vice, so that every thrust drew out exquisite agony from both of them, his rutting slowly growing sloppier the longer they fucked. Their bodies collided in slick slapping sounds that rang out loud, their gasps and moans filling the minute space between them, and soon Halsin released her hands in favour of wrapping his arm around her, hugging her body tight to his and groping at one of her pert breasts. He tweaked her nipple until it formed a tight bud, his palm kneading at the tender flesh, rolling and massaging into her soft tit. 

Halaena, for her part, was starting to melt back into a hazy sort of pleasure, albeit much more drained than before and tinged with a full ache in her loins. She sniffled and rode out her bliss in waves, feeling so overwhelmed by sensation she could burst at any moment. But Halsin only spurred her on when he began thrusting into her harder and faster, his body desperately wringing pleasure like nectar from the vine. He was entirely too needy, vision clouded by morning lust and love for the woman beneath him. She was sure he’d rubbed her raw by then, her hips and ass aching something fierce and her clit throbbing with every swipe of his fingers. 

Even so, it was not long until he worked them both towards a second orgasm, though this time he chased his pleasure first, mouthing at the junction between her neck and shoulders as he sought pleasure like a rabbit in rut. Eventually, he slammed his hips flush with hers and groaned into her neck, biting down hard as the first spurts of cum seeped from his slit. A cornucopia of sensation filled Halaena to bursting, and she followed Halsin screaming in orgasm, her vision blanking as she rode out her pain-pleasure in massive waves, her body trembling and leaking her pleasure onto the sheets. 

By then, she felt entirely too swollen and tired, and she was certain, almost positive that Halsin was done this time, but when he dragged his nose up the line of her throat to nibble at the lobe of her ear and slowly picked up his needy thrusting, she just about sobbed out. 

“Halsin!”

“Shh shh, it’s okay, my heart, you’re okay. Just one more, hm? Just one more and we can get you all cleaned up and rested.”

“Promise?” She sniffed. He smiled. 

No, it was not just one more. In fact, Halaena lost count of how many orgasms Halsin wrought through her, nor could she keep track of the time when she was rutted like a bitch in heat, his pace frenetic and need insatiable, taking as much pleasure as possible. By the time she finally believed him when he said, ‘just one more time,’ the rain had stopped and the sky mostly cleared of the heavy grey blanket of clouds. His hips stuttered, and his pace quickened ever so slightly as he fucked one more load into her for safe measure, though she could not bring herself to rend once more for his sake. 

The pair were dishevelled and melded together in a tangle of limbs and sex-sweat, both barely able to catch their breath. Their frothy fluids ran down their thighs and coated the bedding, sticky white cum seeping from Halaena’s sore folds stretched wide around his cock, but neither much cared for the mess in the wake of such earth-shattering bliss. Halsin pressed a few stray kisses to the side of her neck as he eased off of her, his thighs bracketing her hips and kept her in place while he sat up. “You did so well for me, my sweet little lamb. So perfect, I knew you could take it,” he cooed soft praise as he brought his palm to rub soothing circles over her sacrum, her spine arching into his softer touch. “I’ll draw you a bath. How does that sound?”

Halaena whimpered her assent, and Halsin leaned down, pressing one last sweet kiss to her shoulder blade before he moved to pull out of her, huffing as he did. Getting off of her and the bed, the Druid moved around the room as quietly as possible, lest he disturb her post-coital haze. He wiped off his cock with some tissues before he headed into the bathroom to heat some water for her bath, forgoing clothes in favour of the skin Silvanus bestowed upon him. The bath was prepared with utmost care by the Silvan, who ensured the water was at the perfect temperature and added various soaps and soothing oils to enhance fragrance and comfort. 

Soon he went to help Halaena to her prepared bath, her legs too jelly to get very far on her own. He helped ease her into the steaming water and watched as she melted into its warmth, tension dissipating to mist as she leaned her head back against the edge. The Druid stayed to simply watch her, admiring the way she luxuriated in the comforts he’d proffered after he’d wrung her dry of pleasure. Eventually, though, he left her to her bath to reset their room, changing the bed sheets for something far less sticky and scavenging sweet berries, honey, and cold water from their kitchen. 

Halaena finished her bath by the time he returned to her side, and Halsin, without second thought, helped his beloved dry and wrapped her in warm cotton towels, pressing an affectionate kiss to her temple as he guided her back to their clean bed. “How do you fare, my fair lady?” He whispered as he had her sit at the edge of the bed before offering her a glass of water. 

“I’m satisfied, if you’re having any ideas,” the dark elf smiled softly and accepted the glass, sipping down the cold liquid. The dark maid blinked slowly towards him, her red-ringed eyes and the yawn she released betraying her exhaustion to the bear-man. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so content in my choice of company,” Halsin smirked and shook his head as he slunk to the other side of the bed, crawling in behind her. He plucked the glass from her hand and set it on the side table. 

“What a compliment from such a lovely woman,” he spoke in a low timbre, pressing soft, sweet kisses to the side of her neck before he pulled the Drow to lie down with him, snuggling into her with all the affections of a nesting bear. He wrapped his arms around her, his hold firm and adoring as he continued pressing kisses and sucking minor love marks into her shoulders. Halaena sighed softly and shook her head, making some offhand comment on his instability before letting her eyelids fall shut, enjoying the press of his soft mouth against her warm flesh as she lolled into a comfortable tranquillity, surrounded by the love of the home they had built and the life they had yet to live together. 

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Moonlit Firsts

Pairings: Halsin x named Tav

Word count: 4.1 k

Tags: loss of virginity, virginity, two idiots so in love, creampie, ejaculate, cock warming, size difference, size kink, Halsin has a breeding kink, soft Halsin, comfort, nudity, vaginal sex, fingering

Description: After months of doing nothing about their growing affections, it all comes to a head when Halsin takes Halaena’s virginity in her tent.

A/N: this is one of the first writing pieces I’ve been able to finish in almost a year so I’m very excited to share. This work was created without the use of generative artificial intelligence or any other form of artificial intelligence. Do not repost or feed into any large language models or artificial intelligence programs. Thank you.

Dappled starlight filtered through the overhead skylight to illuminate the inside of the cozy tent in silvery luminescence. There it smelled of myrrh and white jasmine, a hint of ozonic energy underlying the perfumed herbs and diffusers. This was Halaena’s private domicile, a mirrored reflection into the depths of her comforts. Fluffy furs and goose-down duvets piled her bedrolls, sachets of lavender and oleander lay askew her sleeping nest, and piles upon piles of books, jars of ingredients, and all different kinds of arcane knick-knacks covered every inch of available space. The tent was warm and inviting, much like its Drow inhabitant, as she ushered the Druid into her abode.

Halsin had never imagined this night would be possible, let alone initiated by the chaste woman leading him to her bedroll. His head was dizzy with anticipation, the silent growl of his bestial nature gnawing at the base of his skull, and it took all his focus to temper himself. He trained his eyes on the back of her head, watching mesmerized by the way her opal-white curls soaked up the silver light of the night. Halaena gave his hand a gentle squeeze before she let go and moved to sit herself at the edge of her bed, feeling the beat of her heart racing at her pulse as she got herself comfortable amongst her blankets and pillows, casting her amethyst gaze toward her prospective paramour with a foreign want.

In reality, the pair had been pussyfooting around the realities of their affections for months, ardour and adoration having been their language far longer than otherwise. Months spent in quiet longing for what each thought to be just out of reach, for a companionship both shirked in pursuit of duty. But now, in the shelter of a dark maiden’s tent under the cascade of moonlight, the Druid and the Wizard were enthralled with their newfound closeness. Closing the canvas flap behind him, Halsin felt the careful thrum of trepidation ripple through his raw nerves, anticipation building up in his chest like a bowstring drawn tight, ready to aim and let loose.

A hand soothed down his arm and snapped the Druid from his dizzied stupor, looking up to see Halaena smiling, though an air of trepidation surrounded the wizard. “I’m right here, my heart, I’ll take care of you,” Halsin whispered, grasping at her hand and offering his reassurance. He gently brushed his thumb over her knuckles, revelling in the warmth of her touch. She nodded, the nervous tension corded in her muscles easing some as she scooted back to the nest of her bed, hips bracketed on either side by plush bedding and furs. A lopsided grin quirked at the corner of her mouth, and she nibbled at her bottom lip, her eyes momentarily flicking up to the skylight, to the heavens above. The Druid moved closer, kneeling before her with a kind of gentle reverence that had her heart fluttering and the warmth in her belly growing almost impossible to ignore.

“You’ve got the idea I’m still a maid?” The starry-eyed wizard mused as she reached out to smooth her palms down the front of his embroidered linen shirt, the pads of her fingers catching against the intricately woven threads of the oak-leaf design. Halsin smiled warmly in return, catching one of her hands in his once more and bringing it up to brush his lips against her knuckles this time.

“I figured there may be some- inexperience,” he chortled, a playful mirth brimming behind his honeyed gaze. He released the Drow’s hand only to brush back a pesky lock of hair before he cradled her chin and lifted her face towards him, looking closer at her doe-eyes and flushed cheeks. She could barely meet his gaze this close, amethyst eyes flicking away as she took a shaky breath. “There’s no need for embarrassment, Halaena. I’ve got you, I want to make sure this is special for you,” his voice carried a warm timbre that was smooth as whiskey, washing over the Drow’s body in a blazing heat.

“Excuse my nervousness, Halsin,” she spoke softly, though nuzzling into his hand once the Druid reached to cradle the side of her face, brushing his calloused thumb over her flushed cheek. She pressed a stray kiss to his fingertips, “I never could settle, but I’m here and I want this— want you.” She cupped his cheeks and offered a sweet smile, hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders. Warmth coloured his face like a welcome hearth, and the Druid leaned in to press his forehead to hers as he moved over her, his body pushing hers back into the plush furs and duvets of her bedding.

“That is relieving to hear, little lamb,” he whispered, the low baritone of his voice sending a shiver down her spine as he brushed back the snowy fringe in front of her forehead, bearing the entirety of her face to his hungry gaze, “for I have wanted you far longer than I care to admit, far too many moons spent dreaming rather than acting.” He descended upon her, lips pressed to hers in a kiss that ignited every dormant passion which lingered just beneath the expanse of her dewy skin. With all pretence of innocence and chastity abandoned, Halaena returned his hunger in equal fervour, grasping at his shoulders and forearms as though he may slip through her fingers, leaving behind crescent-shaped indents where her nails clung to his flesh. Halsin groaned out when she nipped at his bottom lip, the sound only half human, sounding almost bestial in its timbre.

His hands roamed in turn, gliding over the expanse of silken fabric that kept him from the tantalizing feeling of skin against skin, how he longed for her bare flesh. He pulled at her starry robes as a bear would paw at a beehive in search of the honeycomb within, eyes blazing with golden light as he managed to tug the robe from her shoulders, pupils blown wide when his eyes set on every inch of newly exposed skin. He trailed a series of kisses and love bites from her lips down to her jaw and neck, dusky skin blossoming with fresh marks. He pulled at the fabric until her robe pooled around her hips, a hand coming up to knead at one of her perky breasts as he continued his blazing path down her neck. His lips brushed against her pulse, feeling the fluttering beat of her heart, and he lavished his lips upon the point, sucking a dark hickey into her flesh before he continued.

The dark elf couldn’t help but whimper and gasp out with his attentions on her neck, her skin began pebbling with goose flesh, and her mouth hung slightly agape as she panted greedily, the air hung thick with the perfume of sage and jasmine along with the heady musk of arousal. She tried to press her legs together instinctively, but, with a disgruntled huff, Halsin pressed his knee forward and wedged his muscle-thick thigh between hers, earning a sharp whine from the Drow. She could feel him smirk against her collar before he pulled back, bracing himself above her. “You sound so perfect making all that noise, sweet girl,” he purred, drinking in every inch of her skin bared to his lascivious gaze, “I’m willing to bet you feel even better.” His hand trailed down her side, feeling the ridges of her ribs, the softness of her skin, before meeting the silken fabric of her moony robes bunched at her hips, “Oh, that won’t do at all.”

The Druid tutted as he divested the wizard of her robes, tossing the silks out of sight and mind, before he settled his large palms over her hips, giving her plush curves a testing squeeze. His eyes darted across her dusky skin, deciding on the welcome sight of his thigh pressed against her crotch, only the thin barrier of her cotton underthings keeping him from the enticing heat of her cunt. He raised a curious brow and pressed his thigh more resolutely against her, the Drow letting out a keening whine as the pressure grew and her nerves flared with prickles of pleasure. Slick arousal seeped through the gusset of her panties and left a wet trail against Halsin’s pants as he worked to grind her against his leg, using his firm grip on her hips as leverage. He watched gingerly as the maiden’s face twisted and contorted with mounting euphoria, her brows knitted tight and eyes darting over his every movement.

“Come on now, I can’t be the only one losing layers,” Halaena chastised, a cheeky grin on her dimpled face as she pawed at his linen shirt, pulling it off in one fluid motion. “So pretty,” she murmured as she brushed her fingers down his chest before she met the soft plane of his plush belly, and she kneaded her fingers into his soft flesh, relishing the feel of him within her palm. Halsin let out a huffed sigh and tilted his head back, briefly catching sight of the star-filled sky through the skylight before he looked back at her, his gaze having gained a predatory mirth that sent shivers throughout her body. He made quick work of his britches, leaving them both bare save for their underthings. The sylvan elf was painfully restrained within his boxers, his hardened cock creating a prominent tenting in the fabric, and the dark elf fared no better, her gusset soaked through with arousal.

A knowing grin crossed his face as the Druid braced himself above her, caging her between his corded arms as he stared down at her, a dangerous glint in the depths of his honeyed gaze. “My my, someone seems eager, are we?” He purred as he slotted his pelvis against hers and slowly dragged his erection down her crotch, revelling in the shuddering gasp that escaped her lips. He cooed at her, rolling his hips a few more times as she whimpered and writhed beneath him, heated bliss overworking her raw nerves at every drag of his cock, every moment of contact. She gasped when he pulled back just slightly, the pressure abating with the loss of contact, though that loss brought out a quiet whine from the dark elf. “More than eager,” Halsin whispered as he ghosted his palms down her sides, feeling the gentle spasms and twitches of her skin beneath his hands. His fingers met the hem of her panties and quickly pulled them down with all the grace of a drunken sailor, accidentally bursting some of the seams in his excitement to strip her bare.

Halsin couldn’t help the way his gaze immediately flicked down her lithe body, eyes settling on her soaked folds and the little peak of her clit poking out of its hood. Golden energy flashed behind his vision, and he had to rear back a moment, eyes squeezed shut as he stabilized himself, letting out a shaky breath as he blinked down at her. “Forgive me, I’ve nearly lost the run of myself,” he rasped out as he took Halaena’s hand in his own, pressing a steadying kiss to her palm. “You are the altar at which I wish to worship, you are the reason my control has frayed so much,” the timbre of his voice roughened. The Drow wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down against her once again, pressing her chest to his as she brought her hands down his back, finding the edge of his boxers.

“It’s all right, sweetling,” she flashed a cheeky little grin, teasing her fingers just beneath the fabric, brushing over the dimples of Venus at the base of his back, squeezing at the softness of his flesh, before she pulled those underthings down and bared the rest of the Druid to her eager eyes. She grasped at his hips once the cloth pooled around his ankles, and her eyes went wide when her gaze flicked down to his crotch in turn. She felt truly small in that moment. She’d always known that Halsin was certainly a bear of a man, but seeing just how proportionate he was made her mouth go dry. A thick, heavy shaft lined with prominent veins, a large mushroom tip, along with an impressive set of testes that hung solidly at the base, resting against his thighs. Darkfire-of-Love save her; she was certainly worried about the logistics of such a pairing.

Halsin noticed the way her brows knitted together, her eyes flicked over his body, he even felt the way her pulse quickened at her neck, so he gently hushed her, capturing her lips in a warm kiss that melted away the vestiges of worry that clung to her nerves, and brushed his palms over her forearms in a soothing motion, feeling her muscles relax under his touch. “I won’t hurt you, my heart. I’ll be as gentle as you wish,” he assured her, brushing a kiss against her forehead as she nodded. The dark elf squared her shoulders and let out a shaky breath as she brought one of her legs around his hips, pulling him closer to her and she pressed her trembling fingers to the muscles of his arms, blinking slowly as his pelvis slotted against hers. The Druid smiled assuredly and pressed a few more kisses to her face before he propped himself on one arm, bringing his free hand down her body.

He leaned in once more to trail kisses down her throat as his hand met the happy trail of silvery curls leading from her navel down to her mons. He grinned and nipped at her pulse, earning a yelp from the maid. His lips brushed lower as his fingers found her cunt. He dragged his digits through her soaked folds, wetting his fingers and drawing a whimper from Halaena. Her lips parted, pupils blown wide as she watched him brush his thumb over her clit, the pearl of nerves erupting in a throb of pleasure. She gasped sharply and instinctively grabbed his arm, though not stopping him. Halsin nuzzled against the crook of her neck and slowly circled her clit, inhaling of the heady musk of her desire as it filled his senses. She squirmed somewhat, but Halsin easily fixed that by pinning her hips down, his arm keeping her in place as he worked her cunt.

He prodded more insistently against her entrance, pressing the tip of one of his long fingers inside of her. The Drow groaned out and let her head fall back against her fluffy pillows, letting her bleary gaze settle out the skylight towards the sky and moon, their familiarity offering a grounding haven in her foggy haze. His name slipped past her lips when he fed more of his finger into her channel before he pressed a second finger in alongside the first. He cooed out such sweet praise as he slowly worked his fingers in and out of her, scissoring them apart to spread open her inner walls. Her legs twitched, and she fiddled with strands of his rusty hair, her eyes glassy and breath coming in shallow pants, while dizzying tingles prickled at the edges of her senses.

“You’re doing so well, my heart,” Halsin rasped out as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses down her collarbone, nipping love bites into the tops of her breasts, relishing the softness of her skin and the way she shuddered as he dragged his lips lower. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth and laved it with the flat of his tongue as he crooked up his fingers, pressing his fingertips against that spongy, sweet spot deep inside of her. Halaena couldn’t help but cry out, her back arching up against his greedy mouth as he suckled at her breast. It was rapture for the dark elf, her body trembling, and the air thick with a heady haze that had her reeling. He increased the pressure of his thumb against her clit, her body ignited in a feverish delight as the heat in her belly blazed and grew heavy.

He kept a steady pressure while he rubbed her clit, soon releasing her abused nipple with a slick pop from his lips. It was wet with saliva and drawn taut from his attentions, throbbing in the aftermath of stimulation. The wizard whimpered at the loss of sensation but was soon satiated when he moved his sights to the other nipple, dragging his broad tongue across before he sucked the bud into his mouth. Halaena bit back a moan and allowed her head to loll to the side as she drowned in the dual pleasure of his mouth at her breasts and fingers inside of her, letting out a protesting whine when she felt his digits retreating from her pulsing channel. With a final swipe of his tongue, his mouth left her chest as well, the lack of sensation driving the Drow to the edge of frustration.

“Oh, hush now, sweetheart. I think you can handle more,” Halsin cooed as he shifted over her. The dark elf’s gaze flicked hazily across the sinewy lines and muscles of his body while he moved, rucking up her hips as he slowly rubbed through her slick folds. He collected her arousal on his fingers before he stroked at his length, letting out a shuddering breath when he thumbed at his weeping slit. He peppered stray kisses along her collar and lined himself up with her entrance, rasping out soft praise as he rolled his hips against hers and pressed himself just inside of her. Halaena’s eyes widened at the sensation of his cock splitting her open, the preparation barely sufficient in readying her for how truly large he was. She swallowed hard as he brought his hands down to soothe his palms over her hips. He hushed the dark elf and brushed his lips against her temple as he sank into her. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. The feeling of warm flesh burying into her had her seeing stars as she gasped out and writhed beneath the sentinel of his body.

The Druid took his time, relishing in the bite of his lover’s nails as they dug harshly into his shoulders. Sweat glistened down his forehead, and he couldn’t help the guttural groans and gasps that escaped past his lips. She felt so warm, pulsing around him. Alive. He panted heavily and let his forehead fall against her shoulder, his breath hot against her skin as he fully seated himself within Halaena. “Doing so good, my sweet girl. So incredibly perfect,” he babbled out, his lashes tickling her collar as he blinked against her. The Drow felt well and truly stuffed, her hips arched up into his and her legs spread wide to accommodate his sheer size. She fared no better, scrabbling at his shoulders and chest, her body trembling and mind completely overwhelmed by every new sensation wracking through her nerves. After giving her plenty of time to acclimate to him, Halsin grunted out as he began slowly rolling his hips, finding a gentle pace to start with as he continued brushing his palms over her trembling form.

His thrusts were slow, but they dragged out, and a heavy weight settled in the pit of Halaena’s gut. “You’re so pretty, I could stay buried in you for a millennia and never tire, darling,” Halsin cooed out, eyes sparking with mischief as he dragged his hands down the outsides of her thighs. She had no warning before he hooked his arms beneath her knees and pulled her legs over his broad shoulders before he pressed her thighs against her chest, essentially folding her in half as he bared down on her and used this new leverage to grind himself deeper. The dark elf cried out as his cock head rubbed against that spongy little sweet spot inside of her that had her seeing white, the snap of Halsin’s hips dissolving the dark elf into a fit of moans and gasps as she scrabbled at his arms and shoulders in search of something to ground her, every one of her nerves alit with unbearable pleasure

Tension drew tight like a bowstring, the Druid rutted into the wizard with abandon, his cock throbbing with imminent release. His breath came out in panted huffs, and for such an imposing man, he made such pretty sounds, moaning and grunting as he fucked into his beloved. He turned his head and pressed a few wet kisses to her calf, breathing heavily against her glistening skin. She reached out a grabby little hand, barely able to see through bleary eyes, and he immediately grabbed it and pressed it back against the furs, intertwining their fingers together. He felt her walls pulse around him, and it only spurred him on to drive himself into her harder, the sounds of their moans mingling with the wet slap of skin against skin filling the tent. Propping himself up on his forearm, Halsin splayed his free hand across her stomach, pressing down before he dragged his palm up the centre of her ribs, his fingers brushing the undersides of her breasts.

Pressure built between her hips, mounting to near unbearable. She dug her nails into the back of Halsin’s hand and blinked back tears, feeling them leak from the corners of her eyes and streak down her cheeks. “‘m so close—“ she whined out, cut off when the Druid rearranging her insides captured her lips in a feverish kiss. She moaned against his lips and felt his hand trail back down her belly before his fingertips found her clitoris once more, applying firm pressure as he rubbed rough circles into her nerves. Her cunt spasmed around his cock, her body seized by an intense wave of pleasure as she blissed out in orgasm, her body overwrought by ecstasy and trembling uncontrollably. She cried out his name and squeezed his hand so tight it almost hurt, and she gushed sweet arousal around him, smearing her slickness across the base of his abdomen.

Feeling Halaena’s climax had Halsin reeling, but the sound of his name cried from her lips was enough to push him into his own bliss. He let out a guttural cry, squeezing his eyes shut as he let his forehead fall against her chest, frantically rutting against her, and his balls drew up tight before he released a thick load inside of her heat, grinding his cum deeper into her. She gasped and writhed, but he held her steady as he pressed sloppy kisses to her jaw and nipped at her throat. “You did so well, honey, taking it all,” he slurred out, blinking blearily as he filled her up, mashing their pelvises together. She couldn’t even process what he said, babbling out incoherently as he dragged out their bliss. The golden glow of his eyes dimmed, and he let out a shaky breath as he slowed the roll of his hips and carefully eased her legs from his shoulders, massaging his palms over her thighs.

Halaena’s body felt syrupy, a pleasant tingly sensation spread throughout, and a near drunken haze settled over her mind, making her feel all giddy and warm. When Halsin moved to pull out, she whined and hooked her feet at his hips, pulling him flush against herself once more. “No, no— you feel too good, don’t go yet,” she murmured lazily, wrapping her arms around him. He let out a raspy chortle and wrapped an arm around her before maneuvering their position, having her draped over him instead. The Drow rested her weary head over his chest, listening to the steady drum of his heartbeat as she blinked her heavy eyelids closed. She felt fulfilled, satiated in a way she’d never been before. The meld of their bodies felt wholly comfortable, her body plastered to his, his hands soothing over her skin. She distantly heard him ask if she was okay, to which she slowly nodded- everything felt so heavy that she could barely stay awake.

Halsin pulled one of her soft duvets over them, ensuring she’d be kept comfortable for the time being as they snuggled up in the afterglow of their lovemaking. He brushed back the hair plastered to her forehead before pressing an affectionate kiss to her brow, letting his hand brush back to rest at the base of her head while the other rubbed soothingly over her back. He was entirely spent, after so long left pent up and oftentimes frustrated,her embrace felt like returning home. He blinked up at the skylight, his vision blurry with exhaustion, but his resolve resolute in watching the blinking stars of the night and the bright moon hanging high in the sky. He listened as her breathing slowed and her body melted into him as she slowly drifted off into slumber. He’d pull out and get her situated for sleep soon enough, but for the time being, he was so pleased holding her as he was, even as he softened within her.

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This House of Hope Consumes the Fickle, my Dear Faith

To err is human, to sup at the vine of a blood most divine is certainly sublime.

A lamb to slaughter is faithful to the hope of escape, even under the inevitability of being devoured.

And a devil is a devil, no matter how pretty his woolen tresses may seem.

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But He put into my mouth a food honey-sweet — a pomegranate seed.

Based on Proserpina (1874) by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Halaena Daimos spent her youth beholden to two goddesses- the whims of her divinity Mystra, and the loving embrace of her dark lady Eilistraee. But how can one say no to a god whose brand you wear upon your brow?

Halaena’s veneration of Eilistraee has always been the largest part of her identity, but being a wizard ‘favoured’ by the goddess of magic seems far more useful to the people of Faerûn. So, the starry-eyed Wizard of Mystra she became; although, most unwillingly.

Though, from which fruit might she sup once the vine goes dry?

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I am frustrated that my campaign is going slowly and I have only been able to raise travel costs for 2 out of 18 family members.

Please help me evacuate my family from Gaza before the fighting resumes.

[theknightlywolfe]

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[mondypesos]

feeling very autistic about the 350 year old elf who likes to whittle ducks today....... why isn't he real and in my home 😔

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Kaleidoscope

Astarion x OFC Halaena

Content Warnings: Exploration of past traumas, sfw, mentions of sex and seduction

Synopsis: basically the ‘mirror’ scene but better suited for my character!! Please please leave some feedback in the comments, especially on my characterization of Astarion. I’m working on character development and portrayal in my writing so any feedback is welcome and appreciated!!!

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The moon hung its full smiling face high amongst the heavens, silvery strands of light danced across the clearing below as the stars themselves seemed content to watch over the enlivened encampment of mere mortals seeking refuge, comforts for the body is soft and easily bruised. Beyond the fire pit where hearth set ablaze dead centre of the camp, Astarion lounged, snow-white curls haloed in the firelight as he cast a pensive gaze across languid bodies lounging unbidden; for now, the looming fear of monsters in the shadows and curses round every corner had dissipated, enough that they were content. In those days, it was a scarce thing to let muscles relax and forget the blood and viscera that paved young adventurers’ path to absolution. Astarion scoffed as he sipped bloodwine from a crystalline goblet; how fragile peace is, shattered as soon as glass on concrete.

Copper lingered heavy on his tongue, choking almost. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so- secure? It was a fragile, fleeting thing, but to be fed and cared for is to be changed. Gone were the empty recesses that lined his face, hollowing out distant eyes that stared unseeing, unknowing. In its place, resplendency curls silky smooth and oiled, skin dewy, lush and plump as he lost the baseness of his deathly pallor, lips pressed into a petulant purse- though it wasn’t like he could see the change, he still felt it. Even he had to admit, this was good, no matter how infuriatingly easy it came in this place.

The object of his ire was that explosive little wizard, Halaena. Even her name grated at his frayed nerves; how could someone like her, someone unbound to the weirdos and malforms that blanketed camp in their obnoxious presence, choose to come anywhere near any of them with a 50-foot pole? Let alone take care of them, offer shelter, food, and comfort? The premise was enough to pull a carted snort from his chest whenever he thought about it for a moment too long. She had no evident reason to protect them, which meant she likely had her own reasons, and Astarion knew just how dangerous personal agendas could be to the greater good.

Do not get it twisted; the pale elf had no interest in the greater good or the whole lot of them. If he had the means, he would have pursued this adventure alone, guarded; after all, the only thing he truly craved was release, freedom from his cruel master. But- often, he found himself in a rather precarious position. On one hand, he was smart enough to know he was in no position to lead himself to the promise of freedom. Most days, his mind was a complete muddle, too awash with his obsession in finding an escape that he’d likely end up getting himself and everyone else killed before they even made it past the threshold of the Gate. On the other hand, this wizard -strike one right off the bat- just showed up one day and whisked him and a whole band of misfits and strays on this wild adventure, and she seemed to be the one person on this earth that Astarion could not seduce.

Of course, it was in his luck to be stuck with the sexless zealot more interested in ancient tomes and spells over touch, connection. It’s not necessarily that he wanted to bed her; quite the opposite, the very thought of being intimate with someone like that again made bile rise in the back of his throat, made his hands tremble and gaze sharpen. No, he didn’t want to sleep with her, but it unnerved him that she didn’t want to, that she shot down his every proposition kike an arrow to his defences, to the very protection he feared he barely clung to.

She just gave without the expectation of anything in return- granted, she was a wizard, so her curious nature and ascetic ways led them astray much more than he cared for, but that irritant did not erase the fact that this lack of transaction made her presence, her care and light, conditional. If he couldn’t perform, couldn’t be a precious doll for her whiles and whims, what was stopping her from simply abandoning him on the side of the road? He’d be left for dead or worse- left a feast for Cazador and his vultures to pick at until there was nothing left but bone and marrow. It-

Scared him.

He raised his gaze from the brim of his goblet when he heard an underfoot rustle approaching; his gaze fluttered up as he caught sight of pearlescent curls and airy amethyst robes. Snowy lashes brushed against the chisel of his cheeks when he finally looked up at Halaena, and he immediately fell into his role; a placating smile curled at the line of his lips; he softened his gaze and watched with apparent rapt attention as Halaena made move to sit nearby.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” he cooed as she got settled a few paces away, earning a reproachful snort as she sank back on one of his plush pillows. An orchestra of cicadas and quiet nightlife accompanied them, but even the rest of camp seemed to fade when he looked at her. Seeing the soft vulnerability behind her gaze, a clenching twist in his chest tightened. Astarion found Halaena a trivial, enigmatic thing- one that he most certainly did not want to unravel, mind you. He had his own deals and devils to worry about without giving care to her or her big forlorn eyes, or her issues. Gods, just acknowledging her tasted like bile on his sharp tongue.

“Oh, spare me. I see how you glare,” she giggled and shook her head, looking towards him with those eyes. He hated those eyes—big and bright, alighted with a hope that should have long been crushed. He just wanted to take her squishy cheeks in his palms and shake her head, see if there were any actual brains in there or if it was empty, like he suspected. “How is your daily brooding going, hm? Manage to bore a hole through anyone with your eyes just yet?”

“Ha ha, a wizard making fun of someone else for being broodsome? The comedy writes itself,” he retorted, voice dripping with his signature sarcasm and sass, and a fleeting sense of pride bubbled up in his chest at her cloying laughter. He bristled slightly, all ruffled up like a disgruntled peacock. At the same time, he laid back and followed her gaze, finding her eyes fixated where they usually rested: upturned towards glittering stars and the dark expanse of inky night.

“I suppose I can’t be the cat to call the kettle black; I’ll leave that to the poets, I think,” she mused as she looked down, seeing the little trinkets and baubles strewn haphazardly around. There weren’t many signs of Astarion scarce, even in his own space. Instinctively, Halaena reached out a hand to grasp an ornate handle sticking out from under some blanket or other. If her companion noticed, he didn’t move to stop her as she raised the glass to inspect her face.

The shattered glass reflected a kaleidoscopic view of her visage, distorted and wrong. She frowned as she inspected the thing, ornate in its construction, yet broken, unnecessary to keep around. She looked to Astarion then, seeing his eyes reflect a hunger that wasn’t obsessive or indicative of a desire to devour- no, they were bitter and longing, even though he tried to mask it behind a heavy brow. Her thumb brushed over the gilded applique decorating this beautiful thing- a mirror far more beautiful than anything it could ever reflect.

“Vanity is the fall of man, but it is nice to see oneself,” she finally said, not ignorant to the flare of his nostrils or how his shoulders tensed.

“Let it be-”

“How long has it been then? Since- you last saw yourself, I mean.”

Astarion stared at her so long she thought he meant to kill her with the viciousness brimming behind his eyes. His hands flexed at his side momentarily as he struggled to choke back a biting response, something cruel, something to make her feel. Instead, he swallowed down his words and looked at the mirror, gaze intense, before he opened his mouth to speak.

“Long before your mother first set eyes upon her precious babe, I know that much,” he bristled as he plucked his wine goblet from beside him and took a quick, placating gulp. Warmth flooded his senses, and before he spoke again, Astarion let out a grumbled huff. “Not since- well, not since Cazador turned me into this undead creature,” he scoffed, bitterness overtaking any warm lilt and the lingering saccharine taste that usually coated his tongue. She set the mirror aside with an almost wistful nod, her touch brushing against it one last time before her attention shifted back to the pale elf.

“I’m sorry.” The words almost made him snort; so simple and yet intangible in the grand scheme. A single apology didn’t erase two centuries of torment and certainly did not paint him a reflection. He watched her with baleful eyes, pale brows knitted tight as she moved to sit before him on her knees with her hands clasped in her lap. He felt the familiar crackle of the Weave pulsing in the air around them, a sudden shift in the nighttime chill. Halaena looked at Astarion as though her eyes themselves could offer an embrace, seeing into him as though he were pitch as glass.

Finally, she dropped her gaze to a pulsing manifestation of magic erupting from her palms, coiling up her arms as she raised her hand. Instinctively, the spawn jerked away from her magical light, an instinct borne from years running from the sun. But instinct quickly gave way to curiosity as he observed her weaving of magic. Even Astarion, for all his spangled sass and suspicion, could admit there was a kind of beauty in watching the stitching of Weave, especially in her well-orchestrated hands. He wasn’t entirely sure what she was doing, at least not until the energetic amalgamation of magic began to take shape.

Ghostly features took shape; a face moulded like putty in the air with the grace of embroidery, the planes and lines almost familiar to him even now. Pale and resplendent, but ghostly, hollow, a reflection of him written in the Weave. Upon closer inspection, he noticed it wasn’t exact- of course, it matched his essence. He was looking at himself, but the heaviness of his eyes was much softer than he would have expected, alabaster skin imperfect with lines that characterized this reflection with kindness so foreign to him it burned the edges of his ribs, cloying, clawing, even his mouth lacked its usual mirthless smirk, replaced with dewy lips pulled into what could only be a genuine, sweet line, almost a smile, no matter how faint. It wasn’t what he’d envisioned when he saw himself, no hard lines or rugged charm, there wasn’t the barest hint of seduction reflected back at him. This was undoubtedly a warmer, kinder visage. When Astarion’s eyes flickered tentatively, quickly, towards Halaena, he saw a face of curious wonder: pale lashes lined wide, inquisitive eyes, all smiles and bashful interest.

So, again, Astarion was faced with such a disdainful conundrum. She seemed so genuine; where pretty words lie, one cannot simply fake reflection. Quiet moments of introspection, studying dusky skin, wild, kindly eyes that shone back the Weave in reverence, disarrayed curls of near pearlescent white- how he despised the folly of man. His eyes snapped back to the spectral figure lingering in the air, a fleeting memory actualized. “That’s me?” He nearly laughed at how disbelieving he sounded to himself, but all the wizard did was nod.

“Perfectly preened curls and all,” she mused, a warm lilt in her voice as she casually turned the spectre in the air, slow and languid. She watched his visage a while, too- admiring the simple beauty crafted in the thread of her Weave. Such gentle intricacies and reverent touches sculpted into his face. It cast such a pretty purple glow across his features. “I know, in a way, what it’s like to have such a large part of oneself pulled out of them, worse than pulling teeth,” she quirked an edged grin, “I know time heals and all of that, but you know if we don’t have all that much time left I figured; you deserve to see your face at the very least.”

Astarion swallowed hard, his pupils darting between the spectral image and her face, meeting her gaze finally. Vampire and wizard stared each other down unblinking and estranged as though those eyes had anything further to scrutinize one another. After a long silence, Astarion’s mask returned all biting mirth and barely contained resentment. “Right, I get to see my face, that’s it? What do you get? What is it you see here?” His voice came out venomous as he stole his gaze back to the visage.

The quiet stretched like an expansive cavern between them; the crackling fire and bordering camp-wide chatter accompanied the pair before Astarion noticed the slight wavering in the fabric edges of his projection’s face. His brows pulled together as wide eyes sought the last traces of this magic’s hold before his face faded before blood-laced vision. The clearing dimmed, the faint glow of the firelight offering the only illumination as Astarion sank back on his haunches, a twinge of painful longing nipping at the hollow cage of his ribs. He noticed the Drow then, soft gaze fixed on him as she awaited his collected bearings.

“Most times, I just see you.’” Such simple words, simple, were they? If so, why did Astarion’s mouth go dry, and why did he feel the barest traces of a fluttered heartbeat echo in his chest? Such mortality was alien, near monstrous in his vampiric existence. Vulnerability quickly felt like exposure, and the man shot to his feet, eyes ablaze as he glared down at Halaena. His mind stuttered, entirely short-circuited, when he saw her big eyes staring up at him, not a hint of malice behind them- or thought, for that matter.

He let out a strangled sigh before he cast his gaze downward, a hint of melancholy briefly flashing across the furrowed planes of his face before the tension slumped from his pale form. Astarion straightened himself up, looking up at the starry night sky to avoid the wizard’s stare and the darkness that crept around them. “Right-“ he looked like he wanted to say more, needed to say more, but the little star lost its emboldened fury, replaced simply by Astarion, who stood there truly not knowing what he could do. He hated this helplessness, the confrontation of not just her but himself. Words felt biting on his tongue, rationalisation like razors. He was overwhelmed, and so, defaulted on what he knew best.

“I’d love to stick around and chat, darling, but I’m afraid I have rather important things to attend to before the night’s end,” he hissed with a tight-lipped smile and narrowed eyes. I’ll leave you to your conjurations; far be it from me to spoil the fun.” He was about to leave, flee into the forest to drain an unruly bear or something, when he heard her speak up, and he froze.

“The woods are a terror this time of night, Astarion. You can always find me in my tent for an easier meal.” She stood then, craning her head to look up at him. The pair stood together, bathed in a silvery wash of moonlight, and Astarion only nodded after casting his sights away once more. She didn’t push him to look at her, only smiled and nodded in return before she moved past him and headed back to the crimson-gold canvas of her tent set up towards the centre of camp. Astarion didn’t watch her go, instead looking over to the edge of the woods.

The forest beyond the temporary camp comforts called to him, a siren’s song away from the raw, gaping pain he felt incessantly in his chest. He ran a hand through snowy white curls, irritated, tugging on his pretty locks as he raked sharp fingers over his scalp. The trees and underbrush hid a veritable feast—succulent game would put up a fair chase. He could snag some birds for a crunchy snack or fight some big beast for the satisfaction of stealing away his meal, their lifeblood.

He looked over his shoulder towards Halaena’s tent, seemingly undisturbed as it stood sturdy amongst the shadows. He swallowed hard; he’d be a fool to deny that her offer didn’t intrigue him. But that part of him, the recesses of Astarion’s consciousness cautioned him against this inevitability. He’d supped from her before, finding the blood of a Drow quite delectable comparatively, and he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t a pull to that tent, to the tasty little morsel curled up amongst her silks and furs. Dry mouth and twitching hands, Astarion looked back to the forest once more. It loomed large, an imposition ready to swallow him whole. Furs and silks sounded more satisfactory than a romp in the mud for mediocre blood.

Decision made, the vampire turned on his heel and headed toward the centre of camp, where she lay reposed. He stepped upon his broken mirror, left discarded upon his blankets with a telltale crunch of glass splintering and crunching undertow.

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Fibromyalgia is the most critical look at the long term effects of trauma on children.

It was one of the first avenues we explored when trying to diagnose my chronic illness that rendered me in debilitating pain BEFORE I WAS EVEN 18 PEOPLE.

While Fibromyalgia is generally present, it remains dormant in the body until triggered, and outside factors in the environment hugely influence how and when it activates. Emotional trauma is believed to be one of, if not the largest contributors to Fibromyalgia activating and symptoms starting to manifest.

We view trauma through psychological repression and emotional damage that we forget the body keeps tabs, for a lot of us it becomes actual pain. For some of us, that happens when we are children. And in a society and school system that you either succeed or drown in, you’re useless if you can’t do anything because your mind and body is literally ravaged by the experiences that OTHER PEOPLE inflicted on you.

I took no risks as a child, I was afraid of getting hurt. I never experienced any significant bodily or head injuries as a child, never so much as a broken bone. Physical trauma is the other huge trigger for Fibromyalgia, so where’s that possibility? When was I a child long enough to get childhood injuries??

For them, it was a fleeting moment. For us, it closed the world.

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Kill your sons, lest they kill your daughters.

Awake in dusk, silvery moonlight filtered through sheer curtains

White brocade on cherub skin, rosy cheeks awash in delight,

Pudgy fingers poke and prod, rings and bells sound beyond in revelry

even as bright-eyed babes stare at the grandeur of the altar

Cathedral-length skirts gather behind, she trips, unpracticed feet padding with uncertainty,

Oh sweet love, how old were you when they ripped you apart?

Six, seven, eight, it matters not,

When daughters pay in penitence for the sins of their forebears, pay in blood and innocence

On a bed of lies, a bed of matrimony cradles your girls in an unspoken inferno,

Scorching skin as honeybees suckle at sweet nectar, leaving her to rot in the maggots left behind.

So tell me then, about the innocence of men,

When babies prattle and cry in the cradle

To meet their fates at the altar in the same breath.

I say we kill our sons, lest they kill our daughters first,

Stripping flesh, bone, and marrow,

Hope, dreams, and sorrow,

Our daughters die as you flout your haloed curls at the seat of your table,

Breathing in dewy skin, tasting salty tears,

Down with the kings, and the men

Who watch them place that ring on her hand.

Just wait until, Mother Earth is infertile,

Crops doubled over in languid agony, stalks ripped open,

Lick sticky sap from reddened fingertips,

Suck gelatinous fat from bone,

The gods have never atoned for their mock Judithian justice,

Blood borne from an unholy sin, spread down trembling thighs,

Spread across greyed skirts

Swift and drastic, oh, you didn’t kill the boys, did you?

Well, I suppose it never really mattered, did it?

Sweet little ladies, sweet innocence is unnecessary

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Not yet corpses, still we rot

Mother Mystra, what more do you want?

Based on John Everett Millais “The Martyr of Solway” and this INCREDIBLE piece https://www.tumblr.com/ecairnsart/740708512607485952/just-finished-up-this-bg3-commission-for please give them all the love you can!!!

Art by Ev

Just finished up this BG3 commission for @imperiuswrecked! based off of the 1850 painting of Dante and Virgil, it was a lot of fun to work w

Didn’t decide to post the fully coloured version of this but oh well, she looks statuesque anyways. I’m also obsessed with her big wet and sad kitty cat eyes, she’s literally all I’ve ever wanted

I have to break Gale’s heart soon in my current playthrough for the plot but it makes me CRY WHY CAN’T I TALK TO HIM ABOUT IT I JUST WANT TO APOLOGIZE BRO 😭😭

Luckily there’s a guiding star at camp to help pick up the pieces ♥️

Anyways, I will always stand by the fact that it’s the women and innocents who suffer the most when gods play with power, so that’s basically the thesis of her character- though she is chaotic good so she said ‘fuck the thesis’ 💀

Anyways, here’s the collage I made that set my artist heart off today.

Women need to cry more, may we drown those who sought our destruction in tears and blood.

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Soror mea, connexa per dolores

Halaena 🤝 Karlach:

Having awesome mom’s who tried everything in their power and life to protect their little girls only to be slain and forced to watch her suffer from the afterlife 🥰

While Karlach isn’t her love interest THIS TIME I literally yearn for the sweet embrace of the forbidden kiln over here 😔

Also introducing my main BG3 oc Halaena Daimos 💀

A Seldarine Underdark exile forced from her home after her contact with the Weave caused a significant explosion of arcane energy and killed a bunch of people. Now she’s a Wizard female drow in a world that despises her very essence, constantly torn between following her mother’s path to Eilistraee and personal choice or yielding to the will of Mystra (both goddesses directly play a huge role in Halaena’s life)

In other words, she’s just a girl and she did nothing wrong, your honour 😔

P.S. Daimos ain’t her last name, you’ll have to find Qilué to figure that out 😉

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King Aegon II Targaryen and his family, circa 129 AC From Left: Otto Hightower, Aegon II Targaryen, Aemond, Daeron (in portrait), Jaehaerys, Alicent Hightower, Queen Helaena Targaryen, Maelor, Jaehaera

The Young Queen Jaehaera Targaryen with her grandmother, Alicent Hightower, circa 131 AC

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Dude I can’t reboot this enough ☹️

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So I decided to just steal the spiderverse style entirely and drew my girlfriend and I 😭

I know she’s beautiful ♥️

Came to the very very sad realization that my paleness truly knows no bounds, as if my foundation always being the lightest shade wasn’t enough of a clue.

Regardless, I’m having so much fun exploring spider verse and the style and my partner and I really love the story and characters (I’m a Peter B lover, they LOVE Miguel)

Anyways, I hope y’all like this. It only took like six hours to do both of these pieces but you know.

Also, for a hint of comedy, here’s a comparison between both of our SUMMER SHADES

You heard it right, folks. That egg shell white ass colour is my SUMMER SHADE. My girlfriend’s beautiful tan really brings out the sickly Victorian lad in me 😭

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Heyy!

I saw your posts about your spidersona (?) Bonnie, and I wanted to ask if you have random fun facts about them (things like they usually dress their cat in cute clothing)!

I found you character really interesting, so I'd like to know more about them :)

Hi!! Thank you so much for your ask. I'm literally fiending for any reason to talk about this crazy cat lady

Bonnie grew up in and out of the foster care system up until her father went to prison when she was 14.

She took on her mother's last name because their father refused to sign the birth certificate of a daughter.

She raised her two younger twin siblings from the time she was 14

They had the entirety of her undergraduate degree (philosophy, housing, and Juris Doctor in New York paid for in scholarships and bursaries (she's a damn smart cookie).

During their post-secondary education, Bonnie worked as a cam girl to help support her siblings back home and would frequently make trips back to New Orleans to make sure they were taken care of.

She had a deep, irrational fear of clowns.

Bonnie's world and New York are harshly polluted and damaged to the point of no return. The age expectancy is like 50 years old because of how bad it is. There's literal acid rain every once in a while.

Bonnie lives in a tiny studio apartment with barely a pot to piss in. The contents of their apartment are as follows; an air mattress, a fold-out chair, a box television, ALL the cat necessities, and a spork. (This lady is destitute)

She takes better care of her cat than they take care of themself.

Fenêtre's full name is Fenêtre Maximilien Alexandre-Beauchamp Soileau and he is a distinguished little gentleman (street rat).

Bonnie, as it stands, is not currently working at the age of 32. They took bereavement leave after the death of her fiancé and could just... never bring herself to go back, couldn't stand their coworker's pity.

Bonnie was bitten by her spider later in life, around 31, around the time when her fiancé died and she had to terminate her pregnancy (that's right!! They were briefly pregnant)

She mainly survives on fiending and gambling.

The judicial system never gave her justice for the murder of her fiancé so, well, they had to take it into her own hands (she killed his murderers in cold blood).

Her New York thinks they're a villain.

Bonnie nearly beat the daylights out of Peter when they first met because he interrupted a poker game she was about to win big on (prick).

Fenêtre is just as sassy, if not more so, as Bonnie.

Bonnie never really celebrated holidays as a child so as an adult they go all out, but their decorations are always ass. Think of a bald Christmas tree. Literally no one tells them though, they just let her live in their delusional happiness.

She does, in fact, dress Fenêtre up in little sweaters, especially around winter cause they don't want their baby to freeze (he's a Serbian cat, a literal ball of fluff).

Bonnie has a terribly weakened immune system which only got worse after they were bitten so she's frequently sick and bed-bound.

Bonnie LOVES ferry boats, to an unhealthy degree.

Bonnie instantly became friends with Hobie Brown and those two are menaces together. They cause absolute chaos in the Spider Society and laugh about it over tea and buttered biscuits.

That's all I have for now!! Please let me know if you want any specific information or if you'd like me to dive into any part of this character. They're my passion project, I foam at the mouth for her. Thank you for your ask :) In the meantime, enjoy this image of a very happy Fenê.

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I did a study on the Spiderverse art style and BOY GOLLY THIS IS THE BEST PIECE OF ARTWORK I HAVE EVER CREATED. No joke, this took three hours to make and out of all the hundreds of hours of digital art content I’ve created this is my favourite and I am so proud. I don’t typically create art for anyone but myself and maybe my partner so this post is a first for me so be kind, constructive criticism only.

Anyhoodles, if you hadn’t guessed all ready this is my Spiderverse original character. Her name is Bonibel “Bonnie” Soileau aka the amazing Venom Weaver! A few fun facts to get to know them.

- Bonnie uses She/They pronouns

- She is New Orleans born and raised!! (That’s right, baby, she’s a French speaker!! (But only Canadian French because I have no clue how to speak Louisiana French 💀))

- In my au they are Peter B. Parker’s love interest

- She has a sassy Siberian cat named Fenêtre who also acts as their emotional support animal

- This lady is southern on every account. She’s sassy, mean, and she will tell you how it is no matter how it makes you feel

- they are the worst kind of hermit. Literally live in squalor because they refuse to spend money on furniture

- Gambling addict but she can play a mean game of poker

- They started off as a vigilante killer avenging the death of her fiancé

- Ironically, she’s a criminal prosecutor (my lady is educated)

- She has vitiligo and heterochromia

Anyways, if y’all want to know more please let me know!! She’s my hyperfixation, a lot of love and care went into the creation of this lovely lady.