From the moment I, as a player, met Kar'niss in the Shadowcursed Lands, I fell in love with him almost immediately and started trying to find a way to bring him to the camp XD Unfortunately, there's no option except game bugs and ✨imagination✨ So, I came up with the idea of an alternative universe in which he and Dolly are alive and join Tav's camp. 'Niss leaves Absolute and tries to recover from his ptsd and live a normal life
I've even written an fic (unfinished :P) about the process of "rescuing 'Niss from that shit" XD He called Ruby a dandelion there because of her fluffy hair, which I find really cute. And I even decided to draw comics based on this idea, so here we are XD
plot: you took a wrong turn trying to get to baldur’s gate through the under dark, only to end up at the mercy of a certain drider — themes: yandere drider, tied up, possessive behaviour, sweet talking, non consensual touching (but only the touching), this piece might be continued later/after though — w.c: 1.4k
a/n: divergence to the canon — he is able to use webs, even if he can’t in the game.
kinktober masterlist • on ao3
Passing through the underdark wasn’t for the faint of heart, for every step you took was somehow both loud and quiet at the same time. It felt as if the shadows that lurked in the dark depths might as well have been mocking you, too, leaving you feeling uncertain and on edge. It didn’t help that you fell behind at some point, losing your way behind the tiefling bunch just up ahead.
You could still smell the faint remnants of smoke from where they had passed through and were trying to follow after that, but it was quickly becoming increasingly clear that you were lost.
Alone in a dark, awful and dreadful place.
…Or, so you thought.
A voice called out from behind you, startling you in the process. It cut through the dark in a taunting, sing-song tone, making your form tighten up.
“Lost are we?” the voice called out. “Wandering. Wandering, all alone.”
You gulped.
Confrontation with whatever lurked out here was not something you were prepared for. In fact, doing such a thing even terrified you.
Slowly turning around, you were met with a figure that was inching closer, revealing a shape that wasn’t entirely human, but not completely a monster either. A drider? You took a step back to really take him in, as if not expecting to be within the company of one, even if it did make sense in the back of your mind, that such a creature out in these parts would fit right at home.
The beast regarded you with a coal black stare that seemed to pierce your very soul, brushing back silvery threads of hair that glittered under the soft glow of his lantern. For a moment, you might have thought that he looked pretty, but that much was quickly replaced with dread as he continued to speak.
“Oh no, no, no…” the driver crooned, tilting his head. “It’s only a matter of time before you’re found, a very pretty thing like you. They’ll hurt you if they do. Eat you. But…” he trailed off, his face becoming momentarily thoughtful. “Maybe… maybe I could keep you safe, hm?”
You tried to shake your head as your heart raced wildly in your chest. You wanted to say no, and perhaps this creature even anticipated it, because when you tried to distance yourself from him, a sticky piece of silk latched around your wrist and anchored you in place.
And no matter how hard you struggled to break free, all the bindings did was tighten.
“Wait—“ you shot out, your voice coming out as a broken, stifled whine. “Please let me go, I don’t mean to cause any trouble, I’m just passing through—“
However, he didn’t waver in his intensity. Instead, he continued with that low, sing-song tone, sounding deceptively soothing even if there was nothing at all comforting about this being. “There’s no need to cry,” he soothed, “you’ll wake up the shadows if you do.”
Your breath caught, and then your heart sank even further as the silk winded and coiled, snaking all the way up to brush against your lips and, as a consequence, muffling your protests. Panic rose from within as your words of distress disappeared into the webbing, your heart beating dangerously fast.
“Hush, hush,” he whispered, leaning in threateningly close. “You’ll be safe with me. Safe, safe, safe, yes. With me. I’ll hide you away. Far away from the bad ones. From everyone.”
Your stomach dropped as you struggled to comprehend, let alone acknowledge, this turn of twisted fate.
(Because why—how was something like this—even happening to you?)
“Please,” you tried once more. “I’m fine. Really…”
But the drider only smiled in response, his smile widening even more as he considered your predicament. His eyes glinted at your prone, now ensnared form with a flicker of madness in their depths.
“Worry not, my dear, you’re trapped, yes,” he acknowledged, “but it isn’t all bad, for you are under the mercy of my… enthusiasm.”
He then leaned in closer, inhaling your scent deeply and savouring the sight of your panicked submission, not quite understanding that this was a matter of survival for you. “Squirm all you want. Fight all you want. Cry as much as you please, but… I found you first, didn’t I? So I’ll be the one who decides what happens to you from now on.”
You could only blink in stunned silence, and then, it didn’t take too long for his hands to reach out and roam around your body while you were powerless to stop him. His touch felt cruel yet curious as he explored through the thin barrier of silk. You could only writhe and shudder around the bindings of his explorations, your breath coming out as ragged and choked.
Suddenly, the drider paused. His brows knitted in confusion at your distress, so he tried to hush you. His voice felt softer.
“There is no need to fear,” he assured.
And while you tried to put a lid on your reactions, you couldn’t help but give in to the surge of negativity that radiated from the whole situation.
Especially so as his thumb reached to brush away a stray tear, the look in his eyes not unkind, tender even, but it was in the way he caressed you as if kindness was foreign to him. As if your distress was upsetting for him.
Acting on newfound instinct and not wanting to upset his new discovery—you—he leaned in close until his lips brushed against your cheek in a soft enough gesture that belied his nature. He placed a warm kiss against your cool skin, the sensation prickling sharply.
But then you still recoiled and, as such, rejected his attempts at comfort.
“Please no,” you whimpered.
He pulled back, his eyes widening in mounting confusion at your continued despair. Then, a surge of warmth washed over him, but also a sensation of hurt: his new toy didn’t like him, and it did not feel good.
He tried to comfort you again. “Don’t cry, I do not wish to bring any true harm to you,” he spoke, but not in a way that sounded convincing.
You continued to hesitate, but there was something about you that finally yielded under the situation you were in.
Which to the drider could only spell compliance.
Or, submission.
Curiously, he began to loosen the tight threads that bound around you, his fingers carefully teasing apart the strands but not letting them fall away entirely. The woven silk now sat around your body like frayed rope, a sight that he thought to be quite erotic in his eyes.
He drank in the sight of such a display, and his gaze drifted to the gentle swell of your breasts beneath the restraints and the way the webbing clung to your body overall, sitting deliciously over your shape. He marvelled at the sight, his eyes glistening with a certain look of hunger that had nothing to do with starvation.
And just as you thought that maybe he could eventually let you go…
…Or be gentle with you…
A cruel smile swept across his face under the light of a sinister realisation.
“How… exquisite,” he purred, his voice coming out as a deep rumble that seemed to shake you in your very core. “Maybe I could keep you like this forever,” he promised, his gaze marvelling over the helpless state you were in, “entangled in my webs and bound to me forever.”
Happily ignoring your shaking head of protest that time, he returned to palm over your body, the sound of his monstrous form inching together making you shudder in fear. This time, however, he touched you with a reverence that seemed worshipful in its intensity, tracing around your shape with the greatest care.
You tolerated what you could, hoping that in giving in would potentially bore him—that it would make him step away—that it would make him lose interest altogether.
But it never did.
“I’ll keep you safe, my sweet discovery,” he murmured, or rather, vowed. “Cradled in my webs, oh yes, protected for eternity; all mine, mine, mine,” he then leaned closer, his arms encircling your body that time, “all mine, and only mine.”
Before you could say anything else, let alone pull away, the silk web returned in its full tightness around your body—around your lips—plunging you into forced silence, leaving you torn with regret not bumping into anything else.
(Because then your end could have been potentially guaranteed and quick.)
Wonderful to see a Drider at the top of his field.
Also the fact that House Melarn doesn’t have an illustration in Menzobarranzan: city of intrigue is kinda a crime because frankly their entire house sounds so interesting.
