It's officially been a whole year of brainrot between me and @cagedcambion for our favorite tavdurge pairing and we've been blessed by Larian with the patch 7 dark urge cutscene so naturally I had to make something for it :P
POV: you've been recruited by a Creature™ that loves to commit crimes and have to watch his partner stare at it like a lovesick puppy while it's definitely thinking about murder.
Third part of my collection of screenshots from mine and @daedrabait's run with Alfonse and Kane to commemorate getting to the end of our first completed multiplayer session with each other!
Several spoilers ahead, especially for The Dark Urge storyline.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
and that concludes this run!
It's been so much fun playing with ilya these past few weeks and seeing our little guys like this together, even if Alfonse doesn't appreciate their boyfriend becoming Chosen and taking over the world before killing everyone including them in this ending at least lmao
This ship has been life changing and I say that with the utmost lack of irony.
Second part of my collection of screenshots from mine and @daedrabait's run with Alfonse and Kane to commemorate getting to the end of our first completed multiplayer session with each other!
Several spoilers ahead, especially for The Dark Urge storyline.
A three part collection of screenshots I took of mine and @daedrabait's first multiplayer run with our OCs—his durge Kane and my tav Alfonse—to commemorate getting to the end of this insanity we've made together lol.
Several spoilers ahead, especially for The Dark Urge storyline.
Summary: Kane drinks an elixir to reverse the effects of a githyanki shrinking spell.
Word Count: 1,731
A/N: this was born of mine and @cagedcambion's playthrough of his durge and my tav. they've already fucked with the Slayer form so this surprised neither of us, lmao.
Warnings: size difference, shameless smut (+18)
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Alfonse looks up, slack jawed, at the towering elf.
"Kane…? What—what happened?" they ask.
He holds up a bottle, and they recognize it as an elixir of the colossus. An alchemical potion that grants people the ability to grow up to twice their size. Kane hadn't become so ginormous, but certainly more than any comically late growth spurts could have granted him. In the barn of their camp where they'd taken refuge outside the city, the elf could easily reach up and grab onto the high, wooden beams holding the second floor, and its chin is tucked towards his chest to meet their wide gaze.
They take the bottle and closely examine it. "Where did you even get this? When did you…?"
"The githyanki," it replies. "They shrunk me."
Ah. That's right. They'd just been ambushed by Vlaakith's agents on the road. Odd how they hadn't noticed the very obvious change in their partner's stature.
Alfonse sighs. "Well, it'll wear off by morning, so you won't be stuck like this forever thankfully…"
Kane hums, its gaze boring into theirs. Something unsettles in Alfonse's stomach as they recognize the glint in his eyes: hunger. An insatiable need. In the corner of their vision they notice it flexing its claws. A known sign that he is holding something back. Their bones chill when they suddenly recall its urges, but it lasts only for a moment before another realization dawns on them.
Their face flushes as they resist the instinct to look down at the other's crotch. The height it gained wasn't much compared to the massive beasts they've faced yet so far, but the difference between them was still rather staggering.
"In what other places has it…grown?" they wonder.
Then, as if it had used their tadpoles to sense Alfonse's thoughts, Kane steps closer and backs them into a corner. Alfonse has to crane their neck to get a good look at him and into the darkness clouding his gaze. It towers over the half elf; leaning with one arm on the wall behind them while the other reaches to cradle their face in his hand.
"Alfonse," it breathes out, voice raspy and full of velvet desire. Their lower half grows hot with arousal from the sound alone.
"Y…Yes?"
"I want to touch you." Its hand snakes down, curling over their waist in a loose grip. "Do you want me to?"
"Gods, please." The answer tumbles out of their mouth without a blink. "Ah, I mean, um…! Yes, I—I'd like that," they squeak.
A smile stretches over his face, and Kane doesn’t wait another second to grab a fistful of their ass. A pleasurable jolt shoots up their spine, and Alfonse leans into the touch with ease. They bury their face in its torso, hands splayed out over its thick stomach as they arch to press their backside into its palm. His thumb caresses along the slim curve, fingers kneading the muscle like warm dough, as it uses a claw to tease between the mounds over their trousers. Meanwhile, Alfonse strains their neck in attempt to lavish equal attention to their lover.
It's not long until the two are rutting against each other: Kane having stripped them down and out of their boxers to slip oiled fingers into them while Alfonse gasps his name against its chest, a sliver of drool dripping onto pale skin. Their eyes glaze over when they feel its cock pressing against their stomach, and they jut their hips forward, almost fucking his thigh, as they whine in protest.
"Kane, please…"
The high elf hums in question, lips latched onto the curve of their neck. He licks a strip across their skin, prodding at the vein underneath.
Alfonse's breath catches, and they hiss out, "Kane!"
He pulls back, a grin stretching his face as he replies, "You need to tell me what you want." They whine again, and he pauses his ministrations to grab their chin, claw catching on their bruised lips from where they bit down to hold back the noise.
"Go on," he says, voice dropping into a growl, almost guttural. Behind the misty gaze of pleasure, Alfonse sees the silver of its eyes cloaked in shadow. It was hard to tell where his pupil was from his sclera.
Their hands ball into loose fists, and their face twists into pout. "Please, please, please… Must I say it?"
"Yes. I enjoy hearing you…" It plants a—albeit relatively—chaste kiss, which Alfonse chases as if the taste of it on their tongue was more important than air.
"Please," they grunt when it pulls back. "I can't take this…"
"Please what?"
The half elf groans, brows furrowed, before they fist the collar of Kane's shirt and yanks him down into another kiss. It falls forward, catching itself as it bends over their figure. Kane is all too receptive of this exchange and laps hungrily at the expanse of their mouth: one tongue twisting to a fervorous melody with theirs while the other caressed their teeth. With its hand still burrowed inside them, Kane slips in a third digit and pumps. A cry tears itself from their throat only to be swallowed by the erotic dance.
This time, it's Alfonse who rips away, gasping out, "By the gods, Kane, fuck me…!"
It doesn't even wait: with that command, Kane tears its hand from them and takes hold of their waist. When Alfonse blinks, they've been spun by their lover and are lifted off the ground. They reach out to steady themself against the wall as Kane seats them on its lap—cock now freed of its confines—and holds them open to position itself just so.
With their hands stretched out for leverage, and Kane's claws digging into them where it held the half elf up in a tight grip, Alfonse moans as their lover pushes past the tight ring of muscles. They sink slowly onto his cock, rotating their hips to adjust and loosen themself more quickly, until their stomach churns where the tip presses against their intestine. Kane doesn't even bottom out, and they already feel so full. Tears prick at the corner of their eyes, and their lips part to allow panted breaths to fall from their tongue. It's almost too much, and yet their own cock jumps in demand for more.
Behind them, Kane growls at the sensation of Alfonse completely enveloping him. It waits until they begin to squirm in his hold—how impatient—before lifting them, angling himself, and then swiftly pulling them back down. Their head jerks back as they release a strangled cry, and Kane's hot blood thrums in response.
Soon, Kane is fucking into them with unmatched fervor: blanketing over their back to pant and hiss into their ear, leaning down to suck at the growing beads of sweat on their skin and nibble along the pulse in their neck, and then going further still to chomp down, marking up both their shoulders with its sharp fangs. Alfonse is left in such bliss, the only things they can muster with every piston of their love's cock are desperate pleas loud enough for all of the Nine Hells to hear them. Their voice nearly drowned out by the insistent smacking of bare skin.
Alfonse's dick bounces in time with Kane's thrusts, slapping against their lower stomach and dribbling precum. The heat from it leaves them whimpering as they roll their hips, attempting to match Kane's pace and force him deeper. It's all so, so much, but not nearly enough to drive them over the edge. If they just had a little more….
"Kane, love—oh, my love! I need…" A particularly sharp stab to their prostate pulls a shout from them, "Gah, fuck yes! Mm, yes! Yes, yes—ngh!—hah…harder…!"
"Alfonse," is all Kane could manage between grunts and sighs as it obeys, burying himself deeper with every thrust. It licks a stripe across where its teeth sank into their flesh, pulling a mewl from them.
"Gods, yes. Do…Don't stop! I'm so…!" They choke back a moan when a hand wraps around them, squeezing as it pushes them into its fist. Alfonse thrashes, muscles spasming, and shouts the elf's name as a tide of bliss washes over them. Their seed spurts out onto the rotting wood and hay beneath their feet while Kane hisses a curse into their ear, fucking them through their climax.
In a flash, Alfonse finds themself on their back with Kane pinning them to the ground. Their body is folded, calves dangling over their own shoulders as he bends their knees back to expose their ass. Then, it sinks into them again almost effortlessly. They cry out, lungs clawing for air from the brutal pace he sets.
"Wa…Wait! Too much—too…!" They're cut off by another scream when Kane hits that sensitive spot inside, and their cock swells, a second orgasm creeping up on them.
Kane leans back to admire its work, fangs flashing when it grins down at them. "My sun, my light," it gasps, "you're so beautiful. So pretty. I want to devour you, want to taste you, so, so bad… You cannot understand how I crave everything of you."
"Kane!" they sob.
"Alfonse, my Alfonse—ngh!" The high elf's head falls forward, and it takes pause.
His breath feels hot against their skin as it pants hard, body twitching as it slowly begins to pull back. Alfonse tenses when it stops just as the tip threatens to slip out and adjusts their position: Kane now fully cast over them, keeping their legs spread open with its knees, and squatting over their ass. Then, it sinks back in one swift thrust, continuing the rhythm from earlier.
The second time they come hits harder than the first. Alfonse's groin burns and their balls ache from the pressure, and even as they coat their stomachs in cum the sting does not relieve. Their honeyed eyes roll into the back of their head as they scream, arms thrown around their love to dig their nails down the other's back. Their legs follow suit, locking at the ankles over his hips to keep it close. Despite this, Kane shows no signs of slowing down—in fact, their howls of pleasure seem to egg it on as it goes faster, ripping a yelp from Alfonse in time with each jerk of his hips.
