In which I write a little bit of filth each day for October about BG3 characters because why not? I’ll add links to this list every day as I post. These will be shorter than my average oneshots just so I can stay persistent. Every post will have its own warnings/tags so be sure to read those. These are all reader inserts. Also this is my first time writing for Kinktober so I can't guarantee that I'll finish all of this on time BUT I will finish it, even if it bleeds into November lol.
Also some of these ideas came from @mrfancyfoot ‘s BG3 Kinktober 2025 prompts. I wanted to do some of their prompts because they gave me such good ideas.
I hope you all enjoy! Happy reading, first post is on Oct. 1st (unless I cave and post the first one early)! Links will appear below the cut along with summaries of each day.
Oct 1st. mutual masturbation + tadpole link (Gale/Reader)
You and Gale masturbate at the same time in your respective tents. You accidentally connect your minds via the tadpole.
Oct 2. double penetration (Gale/Reader/Astarion)
You and your partner Astarion catch up with an old friend.
Oct 3. pegging (Rolan/Reader)
Taming a bratty wizard turns out to be more fun than you expected.
Oct 4. breeding (Halsin/Reader)
The Druid wants to claim you as his. You happily oblige.
Oct 5. praise (Wyll/Reader)
Wyll is feeling down about his new hellish appearance. You want to uplift his spirits.
Oct 6. hate sex (Wulbren Bongle/Reader)
You have nothing nice to say about Wulbren and he definitely has nothing nice to say about you. Alas, despite your shared hatred, the two of you fuck because if you don’t you might just kill each other.
Oct 7. monsterfucking (Yurgir/Reader)
With Raphael dead, his contract null and void, and his blood running as hot as ever, the orthon wants to celebrate with the one who brought him freedom.
Oct 8. bath sex (Haarlep/Reader)
The incubus likes to take care of you. They like to have fun. The location never really matters.
Oct 9. voyeurism (Sorn Orlith/Enver Gortash/The Dark Urge/Reader)
You and Sorn are hired for a night of your services by none other than Lord Enver Gortash and his Dragonborn companion. While his companion wants to join in, Gortash happily sits back and enjoys the show.
Oct 10. edging (Karlach/Reader)
Now that you can touch Karlach you give her something she has wanted for a while: prolonged pleasure.
Oct 11. Improper use of scrolls + genital swap (Astarion/Reader)
Gale gifts Astarion an entire box of scrolls. One day while going through them he finds a rather interesting one at the bottom of the pile. And now he’s proposing that you two use it.
Oct 12. thigh riding (Raphael/Reader)
Raphael doesn’t think you deserve to have him fully. He wants his little mouse to prove him wrong and maybe, just maybe, you’ll get something more.
Oct 13. first time (Dammon/Reader)
You run into a rather handsome tiefling refugee in the grove, a blacksmith named Dammon. At the party celebrating the victory against the goblins, you ask to celebrate with him.
Oct 14. sex pollen (Halsin/Reader)
There were thousands of species of mushrooms in the Underdark, lots of which you were unfamiliar with. The spores from one has seemingly gotten into your system and Halsin’s. The two of you ache for relief.
Oct 15. lingerie (Lorroakkan/Reader)
The Wizard of Sorcerous Sundries has a secret he’s keeping from you. One of the pink, lacy variety.
Oct 16. one night stand (Barcus Wroot/Reader)
“I’d kiss you, but neither of us deserve that.” But little did you know that deep down Barcus thinks you deserve more than that.
Oct 17. tentacles (Omeluum/Reader)
Omeluum comes to you with a peculiar request. You decide to humor it.
Oct 18. quiet sex (Astarion/Reader)
Astarion hasn’t felt this drawn to someone in centuries. When he comes to your tent to feed the two of you indulge in your desires, as quietly as possible.
Oct 19. dry humping (Minsc/Reader)
You find yourself seducing the Stone Lord who is surprisingly shyer than you imagined when it comes to this type of thing.
Oct 20. mating cycles (Zevlor/Reader/Halsin)
You and Halsin give Zevlor some release during his mating cycle.
Oct 21. Improper use of potions + size difference (Gale/Reader)
Gale drinks a mislabeled potion that turns out to be elixir of the colossus. You have a devious idea while he waits for the effects to wear off.
Oct 22. blood kink/menstration (Astarion/Reader)
Astarion can’t stand to see you in pain. What he can stand is the sight of blood…and the taste of it. Why not kill two birds with one stone?
Oct 23. aftercare (Abdirak/Reader)
After a brutal penance, Abdirak takes care of you in more than one way.
Oct 24. sleepy sex (Shadowheart/Reader)
Shadowheart crawls into your tent early in the morning. The two of you enjoy each other as the sun rises.
Oct 25. only one bed (Kith’rak Voss/Reader)
You and the githyanki knight share a bed at Sharess’ Caress. The two of you are beyond stressed and tired. Maybe sharing a bed won’t be too bad.
Oct 26. gags + restraints (Rolan/Reader)
Rolan has a knack for running his mouth. You plan to stop him.
Oct 27. facesitting (Minsc/Reader)
When blood runs hot you find your body being guided to the face of one enthusiastic Stone Lord.
Oct 28. caught in the act (Zevlor/Reader/Halsin)
Zevlor accidentally interrupts you and Halsin. He isn’t prepared for your suggestion that he joins in.
Oct 29. touch starved (Haarlep/Reader/Raphael)
Haarlep and Raphael have purposely not touched you in weeks. Now they toy with you.
Oct 30. Begging (Wyll/Reader)
You never imagined the Blade of Frontiers as the type to beg, but now he’s begging for you to touch him.
Oct 31. Orgy (Astarion/Gale/Halsin/Rolan/Zevlor/Reader)
Here’s your regular reminder that standard candles are NOT safe for IRL wax play! Other than that, have some smut :p
🩵 Many thanks to @kinktober-2025 for the prompts list! 🩵
Ship: Abdirak x Trans Man!Tav/Reader x Astarion
Word Count: 203
Applicable Tags: Wax Play, Pussy Spanking (Implied), Bruises, Screaming, Dacryphilia (if you squint), Vagina Referred to as “Cunt”, T-Dick Referred to as “Cocklet”, Masochist Tav/Reader, Unnamed Bard Tav/Reader, POV Second Person
Astarion holds your hands firmly behind your back, following your line of sight from behind your shoulder as your pupils watch the slow, agonizing drip of wax from the priest’s candle. “Don’t hold back, darling. I’m sure you’d hate to put on a bad show.”
Your cunt was already bruised from the beatings it took at Abdirak’s hand, and the burning wax was the final step before your blessing. You weren’t sure your sensitive cocklet could take any more, as the pain had already caused you to orgasm more than once. “I-I won’t!” It trickles further and further down the candle, angled right above your sensitive bundle of nerves. “I just think—”
Before you can finish your sentence, the paraffin lands directly on your t-dick, causing you to scream in an overwhelming blend of pain and pleasure. “YES, dear one! Use the pain to be born anew!” Your cries reach a fever pitch, your final climax taking over as your vision turns to white.
You go slack in Astarion’s arms, and he catches you before you hit the ground. Easing you back to your feet, he guides you to Abdirak for Loviatar’s final blessing. “I never thought you had it in you, darling.”
Liked this and want more? Check the full Kinktober fic on my AO3 here!
Abdirak x Reader: #3 "I can't believe you've done this."
I can't believe you've requested this from me. Jkjk, challenge accepted! Hope you enjoy the pain. 🩷
The goblin camp is eerily quiet — the only sounds the flicker of torches and the distant calls of birds. Everything else is still, like a storm swept through and left nothing but ruin in its wake. Dead goblins. Dead spiders. Dead… everything.
You pick your way through the mess, hoping for survivors, or loot, or anything of value. But it seems every scrap not nailed down has been taken. No wonder the local merchants peddle the strangest things.
The deeper you go, the heavier the silence feels, settling on your shoulders like wet cloth. Dead, dead, dead. And nothing to show for it.
Then — something different. Not lifeless. A man, white-haired, lying face-down among the wreckage. His back is bare, crisscrossed with both fresh and faded wounds, but… oddly deliberate in their placement. Not the wild slashes of battle. More like—
No. Doesn’t matter.
Lucky for him, he’s still breathing. Unlucky for you, he’s not carrying anything worth stealing. Though… maybe he’d pay for having his life saved.
With some effort, you drag his unconscious weight to a nearby bedroll and the weak glow of a campfire. You’ve dressed worse wounds on scavenging trips before. There are always traps, collapsing ruins, the occasional “accidental” stab from a rival. Pain is part of the trade.
After spending a good amount of time wrapping those deliberate-looking injuries, you lean back and almost glow with pride at your handiwork. Those should heal up nicely after some rest.
That’s when you hear it — a groan, a wince, and then… a moan.
You blink in horror at the man, who seems to finally come to his senses. His eyes flutter open, taking in the shadowed ceiling above you before shifting to you — a stranger. Then his gaze drops to his own body, and his eyes widen in something like terror.
“I can’t believe you’ve done this!” he gasps, sounding almost offended at your careful bandaging. He lifts his arms, wrapped in the cloth you’d sacrificed from your personal stash.
“You—” he exhales sharply, shaking his head, “I’ve spent hours crafting them, and you just patch them up like they shouldn’t be there — oh, the pain.”
He sits up, clutching his head with theatrical flair, before his eyes lock with yours. Slowly, his lips curl into something dangerous.
"You’re going to make me hurt you… and I think you’ll like it."
The fire crackles between you, but you can’t tell if the heat is from the flames… or him.
Thanks for the tag @utrennyaya. (It won’t let me tag your other blog)
This is a peak of my Abdirak piece for Kinktober. The prompt is ‘Piercing Play’. He’s the perfect character for it. So if needles are an ick for you, you may want to pass on this one.
This is part of the rough draft and will be finished sometime in October.
No pressure tags: @bongbubbles @taras-toe-beans @aoifethephoenixqueen @met-in-a-tavern
Also tagging my fellow Abdirak hoe: @baelthi (in case you wanted to see it 😉)
Slender fingers expertly tented the skin on your back, firm but loving. A low whine leaves your lips, your hands fist the satin sheets, as you feel the brief sting of the needle poke through your skin and come out the other side.
He had been at it for what felt like hours. Dedicated to creating his masterpiece upon your back, with deliberate and precise planning.
It started at the base of your spine, traveling upwards and fanning out into an intricate spiral. His supply of needles almost seemed endless as he delicately pierced you over and over again.
inspired by #1 from this prompt list - “Let me see those eyes.”
tw: spanking, rough sex, overstimulation
MINORS DNI
when god bore you hungry (abdirak x gender neutral!reader, baldur’s gate 3)
He knew you would return.
Abdirak had watched you lay waste to the goblins from a distance, unwilling to risk his own life for those who had shown such disregard for the intricacies of his art. Their appetites for bloodshed had been healthy enough, but their technique had been crude, barbaric, lacking purpose. And there was little that Abdirak despised more than pain without purpose.
You, though. You had been divine, your voice singing through his veins as he’d bequeathed Loviatar’s Love unto you. Each pained grunt as his strikes had found their mark had shivered up the length of his spine, each call for more thrumming through his blood like a song. The act of stilling his hand and sending you on your way, Loviatar’s blessing a shroud around your bloodied shoulders, had taken far more of Abdirak’s willpower than he was prepared to admit.
And yet he had known, even then, that he would see you again.
And here you stand.
You’ve bathed since your slaughter of the goblins, and though the scent of blood has long since dissipated, your flesh perfumed by the silt of the river you’d bathed in and the oils you’d worked into your skin, there remains a hint of iron about you - steel, flesh dampened by the lifeblood of your enemies. Loviatar’s Love.
Abdirak breathes in your scent and feels desire curl hotly in the pit of his stomach. You’re intoxicating, standing before him with wild eyes and hands that curl into hungry claws at your sides, bereft of the weapons you had wielded so eloquently against the goblin hoard.
“Your companions?” Abdirak could sense neither hide nor hair of your strange compatriots. You had come to him alone, then. Seeking. Wanting.
“Celebrating.” Your voice comes rushed, heavy. Beads of sweat gleam on your brow. “There was wine. Dancing. But I needed - “
“You needed more,” Abdirak croons, the thud of his footsteps echoing along the empty halls of the goblins’ tomb. “Isn’t that so, dear one?”
Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, blood rushing to the surface and plumping the skin. Abdirak curls eager fingers around your cheek and nudges at the abused flesh with his thumb, skin dampening beneath the curl of your tongue as it darts out to wet your lips.
“Yes,” you murmur, hungry, needful. Your cheek slumps against the meat of his palm and Abdirak coos at the evidence of your longing, heavy in the bow of your shoulders and the tremble of your limbs. Your penance before had been too swift, it seemed. He must work harder to drive the fog from your eyes.
He places a firm kiss against your brow and feels warmth bloom beneath your skin in its wake.
“On your knees, dear one.”
*
Your first orgasm comes slowly, a trembling wave that leaves you gasping softly against cold stone. The second comes angry, harsh - deep - and Abdirak drinks in your ragged cries of completion with utter abandon, his thighs slapping roughly against yours as he fucks you through your climax.
You’re glorious in your pleasure, your splayed thighs gleaming with shared fluids and your scarred back bowed beautifully as he drives his cock deep within your aching body. You throb around him, fingers clawing uselessly at the stone floor as he grinds the base of his cock against your entrance, slickened with his own seed and warm to the touch. Wordless cries fall from your parted lips each time he lifts a hand from your hip and drives his palm against your backside, your skin blooming tight and hot beneath his ministrations. Divine.
“M-more,” you choke out, saliva shining on your bitten-soft lips.
“More?” Abdirak hums, wrapping firm fingers around the back of your throat and bringing his hand down harder against the swell of your buttocks. Your garbled shout is sweet against his ears. “Yes, dear one. Sweet one. You shall have more.”
His eyes trace the marks left upon your back by his mace - puckered red tissue crisscrossing along your shoulderblades and the curve of your spine, the skin bruised a deep purple and the blood long dried. Abdirak drags his nails along the swell of your hip and flattens his palm along the largest of the marks, feeling the heat of worn flesh burning against his skin. His blood turns molten at your fevered cry, the clench of your walls around his cock, and he reaches between your legs to drag his fingers along your sex, driving you swiftly to another trembling orgasm.
“Exquisite,” he croons as you shake and sob beneath him, the pulsing of your body around his aching cock wrenching a hiss from his throat.
Your cheek falls limply to the cold stone floor, mouth parted on panting breaths, and Abdirak wants, suddenly, to see you. To watch the fog drain from your eyes beneath the urgings of his cock, his hands, his driving hips.
“Come, sweet one,” he urges you, his voice gritty with want. “Let me see those eyes.”
You whimper as he eases free of your body and guides you onto your back, your brilliant eyes widening as he wraps your thigh around his hip and pushes the head of his cock through the slackened ring of your entrance, burying himself to the hilt in one fell thrust.
Abdirak wastes little time in building up his thrusts to a punishing rhythm, making certain to bump against the bundle of nerves that makes your body squeeze and shake around him with every fevered snap of his hips.
“Hold tight to me,” he commands, and you toss your arms about his shoulders and cling tightly to his flesh, your bruised knees hooking around his hips as he drives his cock deep within your throbbing core.
His intentions are more than clear, his body urging yours towards one last shuddering release, and you shake your head limply as your limbs clench weakly around him.
“I can’t - “ you grit out, a sob in your voice, your pain exquisite.
“One more, dear one,” he coaxes, hips pistoning against yours, fingers sinking into your splayed thighs. The slap of against skin echoes loudly within the empty chamber, slick and obscene, and Abdirak feels your body begin to pulse weakly in the first throes of another orgasm. “One more.”
A ragged cry bursts from your throat as your climax steals over you. It’s a weak shade of its former might with your body driven to the brink of exhaustion, rippling through you like a caress rather than a blow, but it’s just as sweet as the others before it.
It takes little to wrench Abdirak’s own orgasm from his worn body, just the brush of your fingers over his scarred cheek and the sudden, stark clarity within your eyes, your fog finally dispersed. Your body flutters weakly around his cock as he spills within you for the last time, and then you’re collapsing against the solid ground, panting for air and shuddering feebly in exhausted bliss.
“Thank you,” you murmur, your words slurred and your gaze warm upon his face. Abdirak huffs a sated laugh in response, running a soothing hand over your twitching flank.
“Rest, dear one,” he urges you, easing free of your body and gathering you against his chest. Your shuddering eases as you leech the warmth from his skin, drying sweat leaving you both cooled and clammy to the touch. “Rest, and be at peace. You’ve certainly earned it.”
Your lips curl against his chest, your callused palm warm against his hip before your arm curls about his waist, your grip wearied but firm.
In a few short moments, you are asleep, Loviatar’s blessing a soothing hum about your shoulders. Abdirak closes his eyes and listens to her call, sated, gratified, sweet, and smiles against your sweat-slick brow, already anticipating the moment you would have need of him again.
Tav keeps a diary of things that happen while on the road with her new-found companions.
Written in the style of the diary, so could be read as a self-insert (First person, and the use of Tav instead of a real name, female pronouns and anatomy).
One day, Astarion notices her writing feverishly after returning to camp. At night, when all are asleep, he reads the pages, always a little suspicious of his secretive friend. What he finds makes him choke on his wine- he knows a thing or two of priest kinks, but Tav’s mind is clearly a lot dirtier than he could have hoped for.
[...]
He turned towards me, and stepped closer, to be just a little more in the light. The leather shape on his chest confirmed my suspicions. Not only did he worship Loviatar, he was not just a simple follower. I suspect he carried the title of Pain, a speciality priest that travels, instead of being bound to a single monastery or place. But I did not ask. At this point the tension was already heavy on my chest, and as he opened his lips again, his expression slightly amused, I could feel myself stiffen up.
“My name is Abdirak. Called here to help these goblins with information extraction, if you catch my drift. Unlike these uncultured creatures, I do know my methods.” His eyes were piercing as he looked at me with matching curiosity. With slow paces he walked around me and placed a hand on a rough wooden plank that rested against the wall next to the door. “Now, tell me, child. Why are you here, and did you close the door as you came in?”
“I do not need goblin eyes on me as I… As I learn. I know of Loviatar, and know her teachings to be valuable. Even if often looked down on them, or her followers.” There was actually not that much that I knew of Loviatar beyond this, but I did not want to seem too ignorant. I wasn’t surprised to see his arms lifting up the heavy plank, and placing it in the metal holders to bar the door. His back was as muscled as the front of his body, and equally scarred. He turned around slowly again. He seemed in no hurry, observing me as if I was a little fluffy bunny innocently hopping into a dragon’s den.
“I can offer you clarity through pain. Melt away your thoughts in the face of anguish, so that you may make the right call.” With just a few steps he was right in front of me, his hand slowly reaching up, taking my chin to tilt it up. “What do you think of such a lesson, adventurer?”
Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3
Pairing: Abdirak x Reader
Rating: Explicit +18
Tags: Overstimulation, squirting, oral, anal, aftercare, pleasure dom Abdirak
✦ Part 2 of Red Petals
✦ Read on AO3
A night spent with Abdirak, where your lover challenges your endurance and unravels the depths of your limits, bringing you closer to the edge of both pleasure and vulnerability.
You're not sure how much time has passed. All that exists is the fierce, relentless spasm of your muscles, like infernal eels writhing beneath your skin, the tight tension twisting in your stomach, rolling with a rhythmic intensity as if lightning surged through your entire being, and the raw wounds on your back searing as they press against the linens of the mattress, drenched in blood, sweat, and other fluids.
Abdirak finds your suffering and endurance particularly majestic, witnessing your growing evolution with each passing day. For months, since you left your hometown to follow him, he has shaped you, honing your endurance with a steadfast, almost ascetic dedication befitting a Priest of Loviatar. Throughout, he has been your guide, nurturing your faith with unwavering patience and kindness.
Each time a ritual concludes and euphoria pulses through your veins, Abdirak's role, fulfilled in the name of Loviatar, transforms into something more primal. He revels in the view of your strained, bloodied and marked body, never missing an opportunity to tell you how alluring you are in your state of exhaustion after your perfect offering to your Goddess, his eyes brimming with a now familiar hunger. His praise spills from his lips, warm and fervent, as his mouth claims yours, his mind burning with a singular desire to hold you not as a priest guiding a follower, but as a man embracing his lover.
Sometimes, your intimacy is tender, a soft union between two souls seeking to merge as one, driven by mutual desire and shared sentiment. But more often, his appetite for consensual pain and the dark edges of pleasure bleed in your shared existence. You’ve come to embrace this side of yourself; a facet that had been dormant, waiting to be awakened under his influence.
Abdirak takes pride in the changes he witnesses, the way your body learns to endure, bending but never breaking under his meticulous hand. He expertly navigates the edge of your limits, knowing precisely how far he can push without overstepping. Lately, you’ve begun to explore his boundaries as well, tentatively, still constrained by inexperience. Yet his patience and devotion make him a willing partner in your experiments, guiding you with the same fervor he uses to lead you through rituals.
But tonight, like so many before, he’s the one guiding the exploration. In the intimate clutch of the night, after another ritual that left your back laced with the sting of a harsh flogging, he claims your body in a way only he is allowed to, enraptured by your shared surrender.
For hours, your clitoris has remained taut, the flushed pearl throbbing in agony as overstimulated nerves send sharp, repeated waves coursing through your body. Abdirak's thumb keeps tracing relentless circles over it, pausing his motion only occasionally to spit, offering a thin, fleeting hint of lubrication –an inadequate imitation of true pleasure.
But the worst part of this exquisite torture might be having your stuffed cunt being mercilessly and repeatedly penetrated, for what feels like an eternity, each thrust bringing a searing pain and an intense burning sensation within your swollen core. The glass cylinder, embedded with delicate bumps and ridges that drags along your walls, pumps in and out at a steady, unyielding pace despite the guttural groans and ragged noises spilling from your parched throat. Abdirak’s grip remains unwavering, maintaining control with unrelenting care.
You can feel the puffiness and swelling of your tormented insides, even as the relentless blend of pain and pleasure from the instrument overwhelms your senses. Thick, creamy juices seep from your overstimulated entrance, trickling down your ass and smearing over the cylinder. Each thrust coats Abdirak's hand, his knuckles pressing firmly against your folds as he bottoms out.
You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve climaxed; you only know the searing ache that courses through your body as every nerve twitches and tightens. Your muscles tremble and weaken, your cries echo in the room as sweat drenches your skin, and your eyes roll in the back of your skull with the sheer intensity of your orgasm.
You begged him to stop, but he doesn’t; not until you use the word you agreed on for when your intimate moments get out of hand. Your body is succumbing to the relentless pressure and overstimulation, each wave of pleasure breaking you further. Your insides tense under the onslaught of shattering ecstasy, and you feel yourself gush a warm stream of liquid, soaking the mattress, his arm, and sometimes even reaching his stomach, now glistening with what you might consider your defeat –what he would call your success.
Abdirak stifles a groan when he discovers the fountain within you, murmuring tender praises as he leans in to press a kiss against your forehead, a gesture of pure adoration.
"You’re enduring so beautifully, my lamb." His words are gentle and warm, and you could almost come once more with how reverent he sounds, but your fractured brain can barely process anything anymore. Instead, you sob pathetically, your body too drained to even resist, trembling violently as you let his torment stretch on... and on.
Meanwhile, Abdirak coos soft, coaxing words as he tenderly nips at the pulse point of your neck, a striking contrast to the relentless pace of his fingers on your clit and the unforgiving thrust of his cruel instrument inside your violated hole. Your vision blurs as exhaustion takes over; saliva drips from your parted lips, and your body shudders uncontrollably, reduced to silent tears and ragged sobs. Overstimulated, worn out, and in searing pain, you can only wonder, Maiden –how long has it been?
Another orgasm, one of many, crashes through you, drawing an explosive cry from your lips. Abdirak quickly shifts, carefully withdrawing his torture device from your swollen core before lowering himself and pressing his mouth to your puffy, flushed cunt. The flat of his tongue traces slow, deliberate strokes over your flushed slit, guiding the rhythm of your climax as your body spills like a fountain. The warmth and softness of his tongue feel almost merciful against your tortured hole; he swallows every drop of your release with a reverence that borders on devotion, his half-lidded eyes gazing up at you with such tender, worshipful infatuation that it nearly makes you forget the hours of torment you've endured at the hands of your lover.
Finally, his thumb leaves your sensitive pearl, and a fleeting sense of relief spreads through your strained nerves. Abdirak continues to lap tenderly at your folds and entrance; not with force, but with the gentleness of an animal tending to a wound. Your entire body quivers, and a sob escapes you, raw and uncontrollable, as exhaustion washes over you and pushes you to your limits. You don’t need to use your safe word to prompt him to stop his caresses; he senses it instinctively. Abdirak hushes you softly, placing tender kisses along the soft curls of your mound, up your tensed stomach, and across your sweat-slicked breasts. His lips eventually reach your face, trailing a series of feather-light kisses over your cheeks, jawline, nose, and forehead, calming your frayed nerves with each touch.
“My perfect lamb,” he murmurs, his voice warm and calm, grounding you as he brushes gentle kisses across your tear-streaked cheeks. His blue eyes shine in the dimly lit room, where the candlelight casts delicate silhouettes of your entwined bodies. A weak whine escapes you as you turn your head, seeking his mouth, yearning for the solace of his tenderness. A satisfied hum vibrates through him as he meets your lips, pressing soft kisses over and over, capturing your sobs until they dissolve into soft, trembling whimpers.
Soon, his hips instinctively rock against your stomach, his heavy length pressing into your heated skin as the metal beads adorning his shaft trace along your curves. His smooth, velvety flesh is slick with precum, seeping from his pierced and angry tip, needy and demanding. His breath comes in shallow, controlled bursts, having not found the release he craved during your torment.
“Can you endure just a little bit more, my lamb?” His question is genuine, each word a reassurance. You know he will do nothing without your consent, this secure cocoon he’s wrapped around you easing your tension. His words lingers, and you weigh your response, though the persistent ache of your swollen cunt clouds your thoughts. Panting, your breath skirting the edge of a wheeze, your eyes find his, searching those brilliant, familiar depths. A painful warmth flickers to life within you again; a heated desire to feel him, not just the touch of his tools, a desire to feel your souls merge together. You’re in awe of how he can stir such fierce emotions with such ease; how, despite your exhaustion, your mind still yearns for him with unwavering passion.
Your fingers gently trace your sensitive folds, assessing the extent of the soreness. A sharp hiss escapes your lips as the sizzling pain confirms that fully savoring your union will be impossible under these conditions. Determined, you slide your fingers through your slick arousal, lifting your hips as much as you can manage, and, with careful circles, you tease the delicate rim of your puckered hole. The soft caress sparks a new wave of genuine pleasure, and for the first time in the last couple of hours, you feel your body react pleasantly, letting your assaulted cunt bear all the pain instead.
“Here– I want you here,” you whisper, your voice trembling as you present your tight, eager hole to Abdirak. His eyes glimmer with dark, smoldering desire as he leans in to press a tender kiss to your dry lips. After coating his fingers in your creamy release, his digits soon trace the sensitive rim, coaxing you into relaxing fully as you surrender, collapsing onto the mattress, entrusting him wholly with your pleasure.
Your muscles are almost entirely relaxed now, offering little resistance as Abdirak slowly breaches your hole with a single finger, pumping in and out with a gentle rhythm. His eyes remain fixed on your face, observing each subtle expression as your exhaustion gives way to a delicate, fragile pleasure. Soon, he introduces a second finger, nudging alongside the first, stuffing you deliciously; the exquisite pressure in your tight entrance stirs a warmth that is free from the pain and harshness that your sex feels right now.
Instead of ragged cries, your voice releases soft moans as you surrender to his practiced touch, while he works you open for him. The walls of your sex flutter around nothing, wincing slightly at the phantom pain of the earlier ache from his glass device. Abdirak’s gaze, filled with an enraptured desire, lingers on your body as he gently fucks your ass with his long fingers, glancing at your ruined hole with tenderness
"You look like a beautiful flower, my lamb, with your flushed and engorged petals. You're still so open, I could easily slip inside of you and fecund you," he muses, the weight of his words fanning the flames of his own desire as his fingers scissors your asshole open. Basking in his loving, praising words, sweet sounds bubble from your lips.
"But tonight, I will be filling and breeding this beautiful hole. You love it here so much, don't you, my love?" he asks almost teasingly, pressing soft kisses along your jaw. You nod eagerly, a needy whimper escaping as a third finger slides smoothly into your silken warmth, thrusting with an intensifying rhythm that pulls deep moans from your throat.
"Abdirak..." you whimper, your voice still strained from the rawness in your throat. Your legs curl tentatively around his thighs in a silent plea, and he hums in response, satisfied and content. His lips find yours once again, kissing you passionately; his tongue eagerly meets yours, feeding you his taste and warmth, while you greedily suck on the red appendage. Your teeth graze his bottom lip before biting down fiercely until you can taste blood, and you hear him moan in pleasure. He slowly pulls his fingers from your quivering hole, then wraps his hand around his hardened length, pumping it to full mast. He guides the slick, adorned tip to your throbbing entrance, the anticipation building.
The metal ring of his pierced cockhead feels almost cold, despite the warmth of his silky flesh, the sensation delicious as it stretches your asshole open. Your body collapses onto the mattress, your hips bending so your thighs are drawn as close to your chest as possible, offering a deeper angle as Abdirak slowly penetrates your velvety walls. The movement is agonizingly slow, so deliciously so that you feel the metal beads adorning his length drag against your puckered hole, pulling blissful moans from you.
Abdirak sighs deeply, his eyelids fluttering shut as he sheathes himself fully inside your soft warmth. His face reflects sweet relief and devotion as he finally indulges in his own pleasure. You whimper, feeling your body cling to the last remnants of desire, your empty cunt throbbing painfully as your stomach feels deliciously full of him. You take in his pleasured expression, half-shaven hair falling over his eye, parted lips panting softly, a slight flush staining his scarred face, while you become a shuddering mess, slick with sweat, drool, and tears.
Your body aches, caught between discomfort, sharp pain, and a deep, euphoric pleasure as Abdirak slowly drags his cock out of your pulsating hole, each movement deliberate, before pushing back inside with equal care. A low, guttural moan escapes him, and in this moment, he looks breathtaking, lost in the exquisite pleasure you give him. Soft gasps and gentle hums spill from his lips, each sound rich and velvety as he moves with a careful, deliberate rhythm.
You whimper, your trembling hands finding his shoulders as you desperately search for something to anchor yourself to. Your mind feels as if it’s fracturing under the overwhelming pleasure you didn’t think you were still capable of feeling tonight. Every nerve in your body is ablaze, disoriented; but when Abdirak sets a slow, deliberate pace, rolling his hips sensually as he deeply fucks your asshole, his balls merely caressing your cleft, it’s as if your body remembers how to respond properly –how to surrender to the pleasure, to the body of your lover.
"More," you whine, lifting your hips as much as your aching body allows, contorting yourself despite the searing pain of your flogged back. You rock your hips, needy and demanding, though pathetically. Your plea draws his attention; his eyes flicker open, a playful smile curling at his split lip. But then his gaze darkens, and he hums dangerously.
The first brutal thrust of his hips makes you cry out in surprise before he sets a punishing pace, his pierced cock sending exquisite sensations through your pulsating walls. Bracing himself on his elbows, Abdirak cups your face, his mouth finding your neck as he continues to thrust deep inside your stomach, his movements wild and untamed as squelching noises fill the room. Your loud moans blend with his passionate growls, his pleasured voice sending shivers down your spine.
Your swollen, empty cunt rubs against the taut skin of his stomach, your folds screaming in pleasured agony as Abdirak fills your ass with his iron-like cock, his balls slapping against your heated and wet skin. You pant heavily, your breath raw and primal, more beast than human, as you feel him so deep inside of you it’s like he’s spearing you, splitting your guts in half, reaching a cavernous depth that makes you howl and cry out in response
The tension tightening in your gut and burning behind your navel becomes unbearable, the muscles still raw from your earlier torment. A grunt escapes you as tears threaten to spill from the corners of your eyes, and you instinctively clench viciously around his shaft. Abdirak cries out deliciously, his cock stilling for a brief instant in your velvety clutch before resuming his feral pace.
“Can you give me one more, lamb?” His voice is thick with lust, dark and primal, as you feel the slick heat of his back under your fingertips. You're not sure if your body can endure another orgasm, or rather you’re terrified that it might, twisting uncomfortably on the bed. Your insides scream in protest, desperately pleading for relief. You sob, feeling your empty cunt drool, your flushed asshole swallowing Abdirak’s pierced cock, while his teeth nibble playfully at the pulse point behind your ear. You know he wants to ravage you, to bite, to push you further into pain and suffering, but he senses your limits have been reached. So, he lets you set the pace, following your desires, only pumping harder inside of you if you demand it.
A trembling hand reaches between your drenched bodies for your tortured clit and you already wince at the sensation, but instead of truly circling it, you merely graze it, giving your nerves just enough stimulation to build a restrained desire while avoiding too much pain. Abdirak shivers at your willingness, kissing your cheek tenderly.
“That’s it, just like that. Give me one more, just one more, my beautiful, perfect lamb,” he purrs in your ear, his hips rolling sensually, pushing deeper inside your welcoming hole, and you can guess by the way his hips stutter that he’s nearing his own orgasm.
Your hand viciously grips the back of his half-shaven hair with a fierce tug, and Abdirak snarls, propping himself up on his elbows to meet your gaze with lust-filled eyes, pistoning inside of you while your other hand keeps coaxing your desire.
“And you will fill me, won’t you, my love?” Your voice is soft yet commanding, drawing a low moan from his throat as you feel him thrust into you erratically, his movements wild with abandon. He nods eagerly, soft whimpers bubbling from his lips.
“Anything– Maiden!– anything you desire, my lamb,” he pants loudly, succumbing to the intoxicating sensations of desire and pleasure. Your fingers find the perfect rhythm, the right pressure, and you feel your eyes flutter shut as a string of high-pitched moans escapes your parted lips, soon followed by deep, guttural moans from Abdirak’s throat.
Your stomach flips and contorts as your muscles and nerve work one last time to bring you to a painful, shattering completion, your cunt spasming and clenching around nothing as Abdirak buries his hard cock deeply inside of your pulsating asshole. A few thrusts more and you can feel his warm cum filling your insides as he cries out his own pleasure.
You pant as his hips stutter to a halt, pressing his forehead against yours, eyes closed, his face and expression softening. You wince, tears welling up and slipping down your cheeks, your body wracked with agony as every nerve burns painfully, twisting and squirming. Abdirak pulls away slowly, careful not to hurt you, and you feel his come spill from your flushed hole. A soft sob escapes you, overwhelmed, overstimulated, and now, as your orgasm subsides, uncomfortable. Vulnerable and raw, you whimper uncontrollably as Abdirak gently caresses your hair, shushing you tenderly.
“You’ve done so well, my sun. You are perfect.” His whispers are soft, soothing, full of praise that wraps around you like a warm embrace. You cling to his words, each one a balm to your raw soul, desperately seeking comfort as he places gentle kisses across your face, each one more tender and reassuring than the other.
“I’ll fetch some warm water so we can take a bath. Would you like that?” he asks, his voice filled with care. You nod weakly, your form shivering, already mourning the loss of his warmth as he slowly peels himself from your body. He drapes the blanket over you, his hands lingering just a moment longer, ensuring you’re cocooned in warmth before he slips away.
He returns shortly, guiding a maid to the inn’s room, and you lie still on the now-soiled bed, your body still trembling, a mixture of exhaustion and the lingering aftermath of everything that came before.
When the linens are changed and the tub is filled with warm water, you sink into the soothing embrace of the bath, your body melting against his as he pulls you close. His arms are around you, solid and comforting, grounding you in the moment. The water, warm and gentle, calms your nerves and loosens the tension in your muscles. His lips press softly against the top of your head, and his fingers, light as feathers, trace the curve of your back, each caress a silent promise of care.
As his whispered prayer to Loviatar fills the quiet air, you close your eyes, surrendering to the peace and safety in his arms. In this moment, there is nothing but tenderness, and you feel secure, cherished, as though nothing could harm you while he holds you close.
SUMMARY: Adbirak has been on Tav's mind ever since the Goblin Camp. Now, when they reunite, Tav is fully prepared to ''torture'' him in turn.
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Abdirak reclined in the tub, his arms leisurely resting on the sides, his finger tracing circles along the edge. The water gently caressed his body, creating delicate ripples as Tav lifted the sponge once more. With tenderness, she placed one hand on his shoulder, while the other moved the sponge over his back, delicately wiping away the blood from his skin, turning the water a soft pink hue. A soft groan escaped his lips as Tav rinsed his open wounds, his fingers instinctively tightening around the tub.
"We're almost done," She whispered, dropping the sponge back into the bath. Rising to your feet, you moved gracefully to retrieve a towel.
"I'm surprised you still have time for this, for me," he spoke, his eyes gleaming, his face slightly flushed from the hot water.
Sitting up straight again, he ran his hands through his hair. A picture of beauty. "The hero of Baldur's Gate, they say throughout the city. Savior of the realm." He mused, his voice low.
"It's hardly hard work.'' Tav blushed, ''We're trying to rebuild the city, but I leave the politics to those who care for it. I mostly stay at the temple, aiding those in need."
"Is that what this is now? Are you aiding me, my sweet heroine?"
"No. This is purely self-indulgent," Tav responded, a playful twinkle in her eye. "Or perhaps, this is how I pay you back for your service; our little moment has been on my mind," she confessed.
"It was hardly a service, for a client as exquisite as you," he pondered aloud, his thoughts drifting back to the last time you were together.
Tav's mind wandered alongside his, reliving the sensations of that unforgettable encounter at the Goblin Camp. The sting of the whip against her skin, the tears in her eyes, and then the exquisite pleasure he bestowed upon her body. Tav could still feel the anticipation building between her legs as his hands explored every inch of her trembling body in his aftercare, igniting a fire that had consumed you both.
Memories of that passionate moment sustained Tav through her journey to Baldur's Gate, yet it paled compared to the real thing. It was torture.
Loviatar must have been pleased with her priest.
Tav sauntered back to the tub, a towel draped over her arm. Her voice, barely above a whisper, carried a subtle allure as she spoke, "Abdirak, would you mind stepping out of the tub?" His gaze met hers, and with a grace that seemed almost intentional, he rose from the bath. Unabashedly, Tav let her eyes roam over his form. Water droplets cascaded down his strong physique. She couldn't help but look at the scars that adorned his water-kissed body, like intricate markings on a beautiful, tormented sculpture.
She extended the towel towards him, and as he reached out to grab it, he allowed his hand to linger on hers, water droplets tickling her skin. As he took the towel from Tav, he stepped closer, the heat radiating from his naked body. The tantalizing scent of soap and musk filled her senses. Tav's heart raced as he leaned in, his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered a husky "Thank you."
She felt her stuck in her throat and heat rise to her cheeks, she mustered back only two words. "You’re welcome,"
Regaining her composure, she moved past him toward the middle of the room as he began to dry himself off.
Tav positioned yourself, turning her back toward him. The fabric of the dress clung to her skin, remnants of the spilled bathwater. With a delicate touch, she began to peel off the dress, the fabric sliding off like a second skin. She could sense his eyes tracing her movements. Each motion was slow and deliberate, revealing tantalizing glimpses of the curves beneath. As the fabric pooled at her feet, she turned around to face him.
His pupils dilated, and a quiet yet appreciative exhale escaped his lips. The intensity in his eyes spoke volumes, revealing a hunger stirred by the provocative display before him. His hands, momentarily forgotten, hovered in the air as if yearning to reach out and trace the same path his eyes had traveled.
She beckoned him to step closer with a subtle curl of her finger. As he closed the distance between them, she spoke, "Remember when I said that if we ever meet again, I'd show you something you'd enjoy? Something your Lady would approve of?"
"Go on," he whispered, letting the towel drop to the floor next to her dress.
"Can we do that now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, laced with anticipation.
"Will I suffer?" he inquired, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.
"Oh, yes," she said with a smile, her gaze smoldering with desire, "greatly."
She took a step back, creating an arm's length of space between the two of them.
"I have some rules,’" she said with a mischievous grin, her hands brushing away her hair, exposing the curve of her neck. She let her hands glide from her neck to her chest as she spoke.
"I'm all ears," he replied, his gaze fixed on her with intense curiosity as he stepped closer, drawn in by her mischievous grin and the subtle movements of her hands.
"As long as you're willing to play by them," her voice a seductive whisper, like honey to his ears, as her hands trailed down his chest. He trembled as her fingers traced patterns over his skin.
"You can look, but you can't touch. Not me…" Tav teased, "and not yourself. His breath caught in his throat, anticipation mingling with excitement. He nods.
"Let me show you. The agony of desire, the anticipation of something you can't have." A smile played on her lips, as she saw him prepare. Resting his hands, loosely hanging beside his body.
"Very well than." He swallowed.
Her own smile widened as she allowed her left hand to trail down toward her abdomen, then lower to her thigh, while her other hand remained poised at her breast. With a deliberate slowness, she cupped her right breast, gently massaging it as she rolled her nipple between her fingers.
She met Abdirak's gaze, finding an amused smile playing on his lips as he watched her other hand settle between her legs. Her gaze trailed from his face, down the sculpted contours of his chest, lingering on the rise and fall of his abdomen, until it settled upon his hardened length. There, between his thighs, stood his arousal, a testament to the desire that pulsed between them. The sight of him, proud and large, sent a shiver of anticipation coursing through her as she started to rub the sweet spot between her legs.
As she imagined the sensation of him inside her, her arousal intensified, fueled by the vivid images playing in her mind.
The thought of his size filling her completely, stretching her in all the right ways, spurred her on. With a breathless gasp, she allowed her imagination to take control, slipping a finger inside herself.
She noticed how his cock had grown hard at the sight of her, the fingers in his right hand trembling ever so slightly.
"Your cock looks fantastic," she whimpered, bringing in another finger, "I can only imagine what it could do to me. Can you?"
"Yes," Abdirak breathed, his cock now dully upright, twitching against the silver scars on his belly. "I can imagine it, every filthy detail."
"Tell me. What would you do to me?" she started to pump her fingers inside and out.
He looked at her slim fingers fingers working themselves inside. "I'd take you, hard and fast," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I'd make you scream my name as I pound into you, claiming every inch of you as mine." His cock throbbed with anticipation, begging to be buried deep inside her, to satisfy the primal hunger that consumed them both. "I'd make you beg for more, over and over again until we're both lost in a frenzy of pleasure."
"Oh, Abdirak," she moaned his name, "that sounds fantastic." Abdirak's response to his name on your lips was a harsh guttural moan, his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides.
But she wasn't finished with him yet. With a wicked smile, she quickened the pace of her movements, her body trembling with anticipation as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
"You enjoy watching, don't you?" she taunted her voice a sultry whisper that hung in the steamy air. "You want to touch me, to taste me, to make me scream with pleasure."
He was on the brink of losing control, his restraint slipping away with each passing moment."Step closer," she breathed. As she felt her own orgasm coming. She quickly stopped, slipping her finger out. She brought her slick fingers up.
"This is restraint. To stop yourself, even when you can have it all."
"It’s torture." Abdirak winced as that same slick hand found a way to his hard cock. Soft fingetips sliding around his sensitive skin, his thick veins, his wet tip. She slid her thumb over the little bead of cum, spreading his wetness.
"That means you still can't have me yet," she teased, her voice laced with mischief. "You have to earn it, Abdirak. You have to prove to me that you deserve it."
She intended to make him beg for release, to make him crave her touch like never before like she had craved his all these weeks. "You're mine to command, to tease, to torment as I see fit."
Abdirak groaned in frustration, his desire burning brightly despite her denial. He was putty in her hands, completely at her mercy, and she reveled in the power she held over him.
Tav leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered her next command. "Beg for it," she murmured her voice a seductive whisper that sent shivers down his spine. "Beg for release, and maybe, just maybe, I'll grant it to you."
With each stroke and caress, she watched as his arousal grew, his desire evident in the way his breath came in ragged gasps. He longed to reach out and touch her, to taste the sweetness of her skin, but he remained rooted to the spot.
"Stay still like this," she implored, her hands wrapped firmly around his cock, one teasingly pressed against his stomach. With deliberate intent, she teased the tip of his throbbing member against her folds, feeling the yearning for entry pulsating between them. As she held him in place, she could feel the tension in his abs, his muscles straining with the effort to restrain himself from plunging into her.
As she held it there a little longer, she sought his eyes. They were piercing back at her, pleading and hazy.
With a desperate edge in his voice, he finally relented, his words coming out in a low, husky plea. "Please," he begged, his voice thick with need. "Please, I need you. I need to feel you, to be inside you. Let me have you." His body strained against her hand, trembling with desire as he yearned for the release she held tantalizingly just out of reach.
She took her hand of his tense abs and settled it near his jaw. She cupped his face with a tight grip. Lips close to his as she said those two words that would release him.
"Fuck me."
His hips bucked upward, responding to her command with primal urgency, as he plunged into her with forceful intensity, his lips crashing against her. Every inch of him was a delicious intrusion, filling her completely as he buried himself deep within her core. She gasped at the sensation, feeling him throbbing with desire inside her, his hardness pulsing against her inner walls.
Tav arched her back into his thrust. His frantic movements and the wet sounds of their damp skin were enough to send her over the edge.
But there was no slowing him down now. He buried his hands in the flesh of her ass, claiming every inch of her cunt as he kept rutting inside her. She met his fervent movements with equal intensity, her nails digging into his skin as she held him close.
And then, with a desperate thrust, he drove her over the edge.
She cried out his name, her voice echoing through the room as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Yet still he persisted, his movements relentless as he chased his own release, her knees almost buckling.
Despite her weariness, she summoned the strength to place her hand on his chest, pushing him away. "The edge of ecstasy," she whispered, distancing herself from Abdirak, "that's where I'll leave you."
As he stood there, surrounded by sudden emptiness, his body trembled into nothingness. His breathing was heavy.
"You'll want more. And you'll come find me again," she whispered.
