Such a Tease (+18)
Pairing: Wyll Ravengard x Female Tav
WC: 3700 LMAO I blacked out
Synopsis: You decide to mercilessly tease Wyll after a close, embarrassing encounter and it kind of ruins his life. That is, until Astarion gives him some pointers on how to get back at you.
Warnings: A LOT OF PLOT AND A LOT OF PORN. Dirty talk and tons of it, teasing, unprotected sex (don't do that), creampies (also not that), breeding, fingering, mirror sex, p in v sex, dom-ish Wyll, I'm tired of writing him as a sexless loser but he canonically is a sexless loser and is the reason I love him so... we make due.
*not proofread I'm on edibles*
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“What a wretched place… I can’t believe Astarion actually lived here…” Wyll remarks as the two of you creep further into Cazador’s palace, searching for any clues to find your way to the ritual.
“Yeah, well, it’s not like he did so willingly.” You roll your eyes as you bumped a dusty end table around, examining it for any signs of a trap or hidden switch. “Not everyone laid their head on designer, silk pillowcases, Ravengard.”
Wyll scoffed as he tapped on the individual bricks of an exposed stone wall, searching for a loose one.
“You know damn well I haven’t been back to the city in years. But that’s not my point. I was just saying I hope we can get out of here as soon as possible, it’s sucking the life out of me.” Wyll gently prodded further along the dimly lit dungeon corridor, careful not to trigger any floor traps.
“I don’t like the aura of doom and gloom either, but it’s important to Astarion so I guess we have to just make quick business of this vampire lord.” You search the seams in the walls for anything out of place. You and Wyll meet at a dead end after searching your respective sides of the corridor.
You step to the middle of the corridor and turn back to whence you came.
“Well we might as well go back and try another passage.” You comment.
You feel Wyll follow closely behind you.
“And if we don’t find-“ Wyll begins but is halted by a *click* beneath your feet.
“Ah!” You scream as the floor beneath you gives way, causing both you and Wyll to fall into a cramped hole deep in the floor.
“Ooof!”
“Oww!”
It’s pitch black other than the dim orange glow of candle light above your heads.
You wiggle around, feeling the wooden wall in front of you and Wyll’s padded armor against your back.
“Shit… Hello!? Gale!? Karlach?!” You cry out once you realize you can’t get your arms high enough to reach the ridge of the trapdoor you had just fallen down.
Nothing.
“Hells… some predicament this is…” You hear a low voice from right behind you. Rough hands had instinctively made their way to your abdomen during the fall. Wyll was lodged right behind you in the tiny cavern, hands locked against your stomach.
“Can’t you cast something to get us out of this?” You gasp exasperatedly.
“It’s been a long day and I can’t even move my hands… the prospect of magic working down here like this is slim…” Wyll explains.
“If you hadn’t walked around like you owned the place we wouldn’t be stuck here…” You huff out, annoyed.
“I’ll have you know I-“ Wyll begins to retort.
“HELLO? TAV? WYLL?” The distant voice of Gale came from above you.
“We’re down here!” You call upwards.
“Hmm… I can’t seem to find a switch to pull the floor back up.. we’re going to have to go back and get Astarion.” Gale comments.
“And how long is that going to take?!” You cry out, irritated.
“He’s just at the other end of the castle, soldier, no need to get your undies in a knot!” You hear Karlach say from above you. “We’ll be back in a jiffy, promise!”
You sigh.
You hear two sets of footsteps prod quickly away from you.
Fingertips graze up your armor. It tickles. You flinch.
“Stop that.” You scold.
“I can’t help it, it’s the only place for my hands to move.” Wyll responds, frustrated.
“Ok well stop moving them!” You say angrily.
“I’m trying, my fingers are going numb!” Wyll chirps back.
You sigh again.
You stand stoically still.
“They’ll be back with Astarion soon, and we can get out of this.” You state plainly.
“Right. Of course.” Wyll says.
5 minutes go by…
Your hips begin to ache in the tight quarters, so you start to shift yourself onto the balls of your feet in order to change the pressure on your joints. You give your knees a break for minute before shifting back to your toes.
Did you hear a groan?
“Stop fucking moving…” Wyll softly moans. “Hells..”
“What the hells.. are you-“ You shift your weight onto your other leg and you feel it. “Oh..”
You felt a new, hard bulge was pressing itself between the cheeks of your butt as you leaned up against the wooden wall before you.
“Wyll you can’t be serious…” You scoff a bit.
“You act like I have any control of this…” Wyll hesitates. “… sort of thing…” He says through gritted teeth.
“We could be killed by a vampire lord any second and you’re rock solid right now… You really can’t handle being this close to a woman, Ravengard?” You tease.
“Of course I can. It just so happens that your ass is exactly where.. well..”
“Where what? Where you want it?” You smirk and look over your shoulder as far as you can.
“HEY! SOLDIER!” Karlach’s voice explodes down the trap shaft and you both look up instinctively. “FANGS IS HERE TO SAVE YOU!”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“Oh you goody-two-shoes-idiots. This is the least secretive of all the traps here. Of course you’re stuck. If I had half a mind I’d let you rot down here…” Astarion jests. He peers over the two of you with a smug look on his face.
“Shut up. You get us out of here and we kill Cazador.” You roll your eyes. You lift your arms up in anticipation. “I don’t think you’ll have the advantage without us.”
“And you have to admit seeing him take an Eldritch Blast to the face would be very satisfying.” Wyll adds.
— —
Cazador was dead. Duke Ravengard was alive. You had freed Wyll from his pact. Many celebrations were in order for the group, but you were exhausted. Surviving the explosion from the Iron Throne and saving the poor gnomes had taken a toll on your physicality as well as your mental state.
The party raged around you on the top floor of the Elf Song Tavern. You consider going to sleep but the open bottles of wine and grain alcohol on the table in the far corner of the suite were beckoning you. You were celebrating and tomorrow is never promised, especially in these interesting times. You saunter over to the liquor and pour yourself a shot of clear alcohol. You silently toast to yourself before throwing back the shot. The liquid burns your throat and you wince, letting out a harsh breath.
“Whew!” You exclaim, caught off guard by the potency of the liquor.
“I see our fearless leader is enjoying the spoils of her successes.” A voice comes from behind you and you turn around.
Wyll is approaching you with an empty wine goblet in hand.
“Coming back to cop another feel, Blade of Avernus?” You chide.
Wyll blushes and looks to his feet.
“I- of course not- I-” Wyll struggles to find his words. “It was merely a physiological reaction to adrenaline and stimulation, and I’d prefer if we just-“ He fumbles over himself making excuses as to why being pressed up against you had made him so hard so easily.
“Oh, no?” You pour yourself another drink. “A shame really…”
“A s-shame? What is?” Wyll stutters out and finally meets your gaze again.
You take another shot before taking a step towards him, getting so close that your chests are almost touching.
“I mean, it’s a shame you weren’t here to get another handful of me.” You say with a smirk and lower your voice to a sultry whisper. “I was really hoping to use those horns as handlebars as I ride your tongue…”
Wyll’s eyes nearly pop out of his skull. He knew you were crass, but he had never had a woman come onto him so strongly and it was causing his brain to malfunction.
“I- Tav- You-“ He sputters.
“Wyll, I wanted to-“ another voice interjects from a few paces away.
Wyll is snapped out of his trace and his head turns in the direction of his father who was making his way towards the two of you. His bewildered expression was not lost on the duke.
“Sorry- am I interrupting?” Duke Ravengard asks.
“No no! I was just heading off to bed.” You wave off the question. “I’m sure you two have a lot to catch up on. Goodnight, gentlemen.” You give a polite nod before trotting to your stateroom and leaving the duo by the bar.
“She seems like a fine woman.” Wyll’s father comments once you’ve made your exit.
“Yes- I mean, she’s certainly something.” Wyll is still staring off in the direction of the corner you rounded before you disappeared to your room.
“Could make a fine duchess some day…”
“Father, please.” Wyll bemoans.
“I’m just saying…”
— —
It was like you lived inside his head.
Your playful raunchiness was no longer something he ignored, but something that set his heart (and loins) ablaze. You had put that image in his head against his will and now his thoughts were consumed by the other filthy things you could promise to do to him. It was improper, but he couldn’t help it. Wyll couldn’t stop thinking of how you’d look underneath him, flushed and sweaty as you spilled more raunchy words to him from your sinful lips.
He still couldn’t tell if you were serious or just fooling with him for the fun of it. He laid awake at night picturing your naked body atop him gleaning pleasure from his flesh… but you were both so different from one another, would he know the first thing about giving you what you desire? Should he act on these urges or stifle them further?
The next night Wyll takes a chance and confides in a companion about his struggles.
“I don’t know why she’s teasing me like this. How am I supposed to respond? I don’t know the first thing about the art of seduction.”
“From what it sounds like she doesn’t need to be seduced any further. What was it that she said to you, again?” Astarion muses as he swirls the red wine in his glass.
“She said she..” Wyll looks around the seating area at the tavern and makes sure no one else was listening. “… wanted to ride my tongue.” He blushes slightly having to repeat Tav’s filthy words.
Astarion giggles.
“Gods, Wyll, and you didn’t haul her over your shoulder and carry her off to bed that instant? You showed much more restraint than I would have. Well, now that I think about it, that might be a ride you wouldn’t survive. She’s a spitfire.” Astarion comments.
“And that’s what’s stopping me!” Wyll groans as he sets his tankard down on the coffee table. “I can’t possibly be able to handle… all of that. Not in the way she wants, surely…”
“Don’t sell yourself short! You’re basically prince charming!” Astarion grins and takes a big gulp of wine from his glass. “You’re good with words, and it seems like she enjoys a fair bit of dirty talk… just add some spice to your usual flowery language, maybe that’ll work. And if it doesn’t, you’ll still get your cock wet in the process. Sex is like wine, even bad wine is still good.” Astarion says as he drains his cup.
Wyll sighs and rolls his eyes.
“I don’t think I can live if I thoroughly embarrass myself intimately with someone I have to spend the foreseeable future with… maybe even longer than that…”
“Longer? Goodness, Wyll, you have a crush!” Astarion lets out another mischievous cackle.
“I am a grown man, I do not have a crush.” Wyll scoffs.
“Well, if you’re such a grown man, go up to her room and handle your business. I’m tired of hearing you complain that a beautiful woman wants to cum violently on your face. My sympathy for you is waning. Get up there and give her a taste of her own medicine.” Astarion states firmly, growing bored of Wyll’s moping.
“Fine. I’ll do it.” Wyll chugs his drink to gain bit of liquid courage and slams the empty cup down on the table. “I might… need some pointers first…” He says sheepishly.
“You’ve certainly come to the right place.” Astarion says with a devilish grin. “Pass me the wine… and take notes.”
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You stood in front of the large mirror in the corner of your rented room brushing the tangles out of your long hair. The short blue nightgown you wore dusted the tops of your thighs and dipped low between your ample breasts.
*knock knock*
“I’m tired, Astarion. Can’t you find an unassuming barn animal tonight?” You call out, still facing the mirror and combing your hair.
You hear the door open and shut. The lock clicks. You see a figure appear behind you in the mirror, but it’s not who you expected. The horned man locks eyes with you through the mirror, still a comfortable distance away. His brows are furrowed as he rakes his eyes over your exposed legs and cleavage.
“Oh if it isn’t my sweet, newly-free warlock.” You smile. “You look troubled. I saw Mizora skulking around downstairs, still. Is she bothering you?” You finish preening and toss the comb onto the wooden nightstand.
“No.” Wyll seems serious as he approaches you from behind. “It would seem a different temptress has been plaguing me as of late…”
“And whoever could that be?” You giggle playfully.
Wyll comes close enough to you that his chest grazes against your back.
“Hmm… I think you might have an idea.” He murmurs into your neck, lips not touching your skin, but close enough you feel his hot breath on your sensitive flesh. A tingle runs down your spine. “It’s someone who has been incessantly hells bent on torturing me for days now…” His head cranes upwards to meet your eyes in the mirror. “Sound like someone you might know?” His eyebrows raise in question.
“I can’t say I’ve heard of anyone matching that description-“ You smirk but you’re startled by hands suddenly grasping your hips. “Oh!”
With your bodies pressed together now, Wyll gently nuzzles his nose into the shell of your ear and draws circles on your skin through your night dress with his thumbs, bunching up the fabric in the process.
“Oh, no? You haven’t?” He chides. “That’s a shame, then…” He says in a mocking tone, voice both sweet and arousing in your ear. You feel you feel your lower lips begin to dampen and you let out a shaky breath.
“And why’s that?” You manage to get out, still trying to maintain your confident facade.
Wyll snickers a bit.
“Well, if I were to find the person who has been doing this… well I’d like to have some words with them…” He says slowly as his fingertips dust the tops of your exposed thighs, causing your skin to prickle with excitement.
“And what might those words be? Out of curiosity?” You ask, watching the way the candles illuminate his strong arms wrapped around your body, his skin flushing a deep brown-burgundy in this light.
“I’d tell her…” Wyll’s eyes flit up to the mirror to meet yours again, nose still pressed at your ear. “That I was going to give her exactly what she wanted.” Wyll pulls on your hips and grinds his throbbing erection into your backside through his pants. It felt quite as large as it did when you had felt it before, just like this. “I’d tell her that I would bend her in half and bury my cock in her cunt so deep, that she’d feel me in her chest.” Wyll punctuates last word with his right hand slipping between your thighs and cupping your sex.
You feel your hole clench involuntarily, pushing out a gush of slick onto Wyll’s fingertips. He slides his first two fingers up through your folds, dragging your wetness up to your clit and started to rub softly. “I’d say how I would make her scream my name until her throat wore dry…” He thrusts two fingers into your twitching hole and you gasp. He curls them immediately to begin pulling and tapping on that sweet spot inside of you.
“Wyll!” You say breathlessly.
“Yes, yes just like that. I’d also tell her that I was going to fill her up so well, that’d she’d feel me dripping out of her for days.”
You find yourself being on the edge of climax embarrassingly quickly. Wyll’s foul mouth and nimble hands were quickly hurtling you towards the peak of your pleasure. Your knees buckle as your cunt clenches down on his fingers. You moan lewdly and grip his forearm.
“Look at yourself.” Wyll’s left hand cradles the back of your head and tilts it upwards from where it was resting against his shoulder. “A wet, little mess creaming my fingers…” Wyll clicks his tongue. “Not much to say now, dear?”
You had to admit, it was quite the sight. Your body leaning fully into Wyll’s larger one, cunt on full display in front of the mirror as Wyll punished it with his fingers. Your brows were scrunched together in pure pleasure, you were so close to the edge you could barely be embarrassed at the wet squelching sounds emanating from your lower half.
“I-I-I’m going to- Wyll, gods!” You pant.
He keeps the exact same pace of his fingers and grinds his palm into your clit. Your vision blurs as you cry out. Wave after wave of pleasure overtake you as you orgasm onto Wyll’s hand, your release coating his palm.
“That’s a good girl…” He coos into your ear and your eyes flutter closed, pussy clenching again at his praise. His hand slips from within you and moves to pull your night shirt over your head. After he drops it to the floor, he picks you up and tosses you softly against the pillows on your bed.
Still in a daze, your chest heaves as you watch him undress.
“I should have wound you up ages ago.” You say with a lighthearted chuckle.
“I couldn’t agree more.” Wyll smirks as he climbs onto the bed and slots himself between your legs on his knees. “Now respectfully, love, shut up and keep being good for me.” He rubs his member up and down your slit, collecting your wetness and nudging your clit with each stroke.
You had never seen this side of him before… had your constant teasing finally broken him?
You were drawn out of your thoughts by the head of Wyll’s cock breaching your soaked entrance. You were wet and open for him, so he met no resistance. You still whined at the sudden stretch, his girth being much larger than just his two fingers. He pressed further, groaning deeply when he was finally sheathed fully inside of you.
He thrusts gently, getting you used to his intrusion. When you start to keen and arch your back in want, he speeds up his pace. He places his hands under your knees and pushes them back into your chest. He leans over you, hitting you perfectly deep in your favorite spot. You moan loudly, not caring who else in the suite could hear the evidence of your coupling.
Instead of hammering into you, Wyll ground his hips into yours, base of his sex rubbing against your clit with every moment. He pants heavily above you as he massages his cock into the spot that makes you see stars. He presses his forehead to yours and you cup his face desperately in your hands, gasping and pulling for air in your lungs.
He presses in further to kiss you. You eagerly respond by slipping your tongue into his mouth, trying to focus on the kiss but the feeling of his throbbing member against your insides caused your movements against his lips to be sloppy.
“I-I—a-again-“ You gasp out against Wyll’s mouth, unable to form real words due to your proximity to another climax.
“I know, me too…” Wyll grunts as he humps harder into you, his grip on your thighs now bruising. “Cum with me…”
“F-fill me, please!” You cry out as you peak, needing to feel him shoot his release deep inside your womb. “Ah!” Tears of pleasure splatter from your rapidly blinking lashes as your cunt spasms harshly around Wyll’s cock.
“You’re mine…” You hear Wyll growl before a particularly powerful thrust of his hips into yours. You sigh as you feel the twitches of release inside of your walls. Wyll’s groans turn to whines as he finishes spending himself inside of you. He stills for a moment then releases your legs. He pulls out of your still-clenching hole softly before collapsing at your side breathlessly. Cum seeps from your entrance, messing the sheets beneath you.
“I didn’t think you had it in you.” You jest as you curl yourself into Wyll’s heaving chest. “That was… incredible.” You look up at him with a soft smile.
“It was, wasn’t it?” He returns the smile and cards his fingers through your hair, pushing back your mussed strands so he could get a better look at you in your post-coital daze. He kisses your lips gently. “Now are you done riling me up like that?” He asks.
“If it brings out that side of you… I can’t make any promises.” You smirk as you hook your leg over his hip, bringing you even closer together. “Where does a Grand Duke’s son learn to talk like that?” You muse, trailing his chiseled jaw with your pointer finger.
“From a certain ill-intended vampire.” He admits.
“Gods, why didn’t I put it together sooner!” You laugh, kissing Wyll’s nose affectionately. “Remind me to thank him later.”
“I don’t think we need to inflate his ego any further…” Wyll says with a grin. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip. “Now… how would you feel about being a Grand Duchess?”
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a/n - THIS IS MY WYLL MAGNUM OPUS BYE MOM I LOVE HIM