Dududaam! Meet my kingmaker baroness Valdris Vaserys! Shes a chaotic good aasimar so ofc I included an extra glowy version of her when she summons her halo 😌👌 love u bby MWAH
Toxic yuri toxic yuri! Nyrissa and Ethyn, it gets a bit suggestive.
Alone in her home, her lonely, empty house at the edge of time, Nyrissa sighed and lounged in her bed. Her plans were slowly progressing, soon the new baroness’s little kingdom would collapse, and she’d be free of her curse. She mused on the baroness, Ethyn Roseveil. And as she drifted off into troubled sleep, thoughts of her enemy accompanied her, as they had done many times before.
Nyrissa’s eyes fluttered open to the sight of Ethyn’s glimmering eyes staring back at her. Lost in the haze of the dream, this all made sense. Her arms wrapped around the paladin’s form as their lips melded in a kiss. Then another, and yet another as Ethyn crawled atop the nymph, wordlessly pressing close to her. Nyrissa enjoyed the soft curves of her flesh, the warm caress of her lips. Delicate pants escaped her lips as her fingers trailed along Ethyn’s supple form, the two bonded in sweet love.
Love… The haze fell away, and she realized this was only a dream. She couldn’t love. That gift had been cruelly ripped away from her. She felt nothing for Ethyn, she couldn’t even if she wanted to. Ethyn and her kingdom were the final barrier between her and the ability to love. Just one more kingdom, and the curse would be broken.
“Do you truly believe that?” Ethyn spoke, seemingly reading Nyrissa’s thoughts. She snapped out of her reverie in surprise, but this was only a dream. Of course Ethyn could hear her thoughts. Again, she asked, “Do you earnestly think he’ll keep his word and set you free? Do you truly believe that you don’t feel, in spite of the curse?”
Nyrissa brushed away the question, the answers frightened her. She reached for the knife at her bedside, pressing it to Ethyn’s throat. The paladin didn’t even flinch, so frustratingly unfazed. Nyrissa’s gaze hardened. It should be the simplest thing to drive the blade into her, to sever the paladin’s pathetic mortal life. Ethyn was a rose, pretty to behold but armed with thorns and destined to be pruned by the gardener. So why couldn’t she do it? What stayed her hand, even in this mere dream? She snarled out in frustration, rolling Ethyn onto her back and pinning her down. Her knife trailed against her soft skin, teasing like her caress had only moments ago.
Those eyes… Soft golden-yellow, staring right into the nymph’s broken soul with such disconcerting compassion. Nyrissa’s eyes squeezed shut to chase away the gaze. “Why… Why don’t you fear me? Why don’t you hate me?! I nearly murdered you, deceived and betrayed you, I will ruin all that you hold dear! I have been the doom of kingdoms in this land for hundreds of years, so why can’t I bring myself to just kill you! It would be so easy! Why do those pathetic eyes of a betrayed hound wound me! Stop! Stop staring at me like that!” Tears welled in her eyes as she nearly screamed. She drove the knife into the bedsheets, inches from Ethyn’s heart.
Slowly, the paladin’s hand wriggled free and took Nyrissa’s wrist. She guided the blade to her own neck, and murmured, “It would be easy. I would probably let you… But I have faith you won’t. What was done to you is unconscionable and tragic. But I know that there is good in every soul. Even when it is stolen, some care and love for life remains, buried deep inside. You used to believe that once, didn’t you? I know that even if you can’t feel it, you still regret everything you’ve done. That remorse stays your hand. You’re afraid of what might happen if you regain that good. All the harm you’ve done, kingdoms destroyed and lives ruined… When you can feel regret oncemore, you fear it will destroy you.”
“You… You speak true. I am terrified… Will I learn to love you only after I kill you? To struggle so long to regain that joy, only to cast it aside in the process like the petals of a dandelion… But… I would rather love again and mourn you. I must do this. I must trust that this will lift the curse and pursue it. What else can I do?”
You can let me save you. The words hung on Ethyn’s lips, begging to be free. But they would mean nothing to her. She could only act for Nyrissa, not placate her with promises. She simply gazed up at the beautiful nymph that crushed her heart. “If you’re so resolved, then do it. End me.”
This is a fic I started and will likely never finish due to discontinuing the series, but I’m putting it here for posterity. Nsfw ahead.
Ethyn carried the look of a woman defeated as she returned to her capital atop Pepper’s back. Her eyes were red and puffy, her cheeks were stained with dried tears. She sighed loudly and gave a weary smile as a few guards, and Octavia ran up to her. “Forgive me. I just, erm, need to get some sleep. I’ll explain in the morning.”
Octavia raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Aha, no. You need to get some drinks in you, talk about what’s going on, and cry a little! Come along!”
Ethyn let out a weak chuckle and nodded. “I… P-perhaps. Thank you, Octavia.” She slowly dismounted Pepper and sent him off to the stables, following Octavia as the other half-elf grabbed her hand and led her to the tavern. Her mood improved at least slightly as they walked, gently squeezing her warm hand.
Octavia’s bright smile was sympathetic. “So… I take it your meeting didn’t go well? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so sullen.” She pushed open the door to the tavern and waved at Regongar. Her partner was sitting at a table in the corner, beer for two already set out. Upon seeing Ethyn, he stood up and walked over to the counter to get some more. Octavia led Ethyn over to the table and took a seat next to her.
Ethyn shook her head, gathering the courage to respond only as Regongar returned. “N-no, it didn’t. I’m sorry, I-I’m a mess. I will explain properly tomorrow, but… She was not what I thought she was. The meeting, her pleas for help, everything about her was just a lie to entrap and kill me.”
Reg winced, sitting down with a grunt. “That’s rough… But hey, you’re still alive! And screw that spirit or nymph or whatever!”
Octavia took her beer and pushed it over to Ethyn. She shot a brief reprimanding glare at Regongar, wrapping her arms around Ethyn and hugging her. “Reg! The poor girl’s going through heartbreak, be a little more compassionate!”
The half-orc’s cheeks flushed as his tone turned apologetic. “Y-yeah, I’m, uh… I’m sorry. That it didn’t work out with you and her. Her loss, you’re a catch! You’re gorgeous, you’re tough, you’re nice, I dunno what’s wrong with her to reject you like that.”
Ethyn managed a weak chuckle. She sighed softly and stared down at the beer. She didn’t drink often, but… Tonight felt like an appropriate night for it. She composed herself, lifted the mug, and took a large swig. She slammed the mug down with a gasp. “G-gods, it’s been a long time… Ah, t-thank you, both of you. For so much. I’m sorry, I imagine you were going to have a nice night and I’m just ruining the mood…”
Octavia shook her head. She pulled both Regongar and Ethyn into a hug. “Hey! Hey! We are more than happy to comfort you! You’re not ruining the mood. You are wonderful, you are so incredibly sweet!” She leaned over and pressed a kiss to Ethyn’s cheek. The flush of her cheeks and the soft giggle that fell from the paladin’s lips triggered another kiss from Reg on the other cheek. The three stayed at the tavern long into the night, trading stories and laughing together. The two were a good shoulder for Ethyn to cry on, and slowly her mood began to improve as the drinks disappeared.
Ethyn giggled softly, staring at Regongar as he told a cheery story from his and Octavia’s imprisonment. Octavia giggled and hugged both of them. Ethyn’s cheeks burned as she felt Octavia’s hands slowly crawling from her shoulder to her chest. Perhaps it was just the drinks, but she didn’t exactly mind. Still, she had to protest slightly. “O-Octavia, what are you… People are looking…”
“So? Let them watch!” Octavia moved closer to Ethyn, her hand sliding down to the paladin’s thigh.
“Haha! It’s getting hot in here. I think you’d better get a room!” Regongar chuckled, finishing off the last of his mug.
Octavia’s eyes glittered as she looked over at Ethyn. The paladin thought for a moment, and nervously nodded in agreement. Octavia grinned widely. “What about you, Reg? Let’s all go together! If, of course, Ethyn wants that?”
That only made the paladin’s blush worsen. But, she didn’t mind. Most would probably be put off by the freedom of Regongar and Octavia’s love, but Ethyn had nothing but respect for it. She saw no reason love had to only be shared between two people, and Shelyn smiled on all forms of love. She glanced at Regongar with a soft smile. “I… I would like that.”
Regongar smirked. “Well, if you both insist…” He stood up with a groan, following Octavia as she tugged Ethyn towards the door.
Ethyn giggled nervously as she was led back to her chambers with Regongar on one arm and Octavia on the other. She felt a hint of shame at her small blasphemy of being willing to share her body with those she wasn’t in love with, but… While she hesitated to call her feelings true love, she still cared deeply for them both and was certainly attracted to them. Was that not love enough? Either way, she desperately needed this.
Regongar shook her from her reverie with a teasing smirk. “Y’know, I expected you’d go off with Octavia alone. I took you for… More of a ladies’ woman, let’s say.”
Ethyn chuckled warmly. “I find myself attracted to men, women, and just about everything in between. You are a very handsome man, and Octavia is a very beautiful woman. I appreciate both.”
Something Ethyn said seemed to reassure Octavia, and she clung tight to the paladin’s arm. “Ha! I feel that! Some put so much stock in gender when everyone is just so lovely! Mmm, I’m glad. It’s been a long time since we’ve shared someone.”
Regongar grinned and leaned forward to kiss Ethyn’s cheek. “Mm, I have to agree! We’ve been talking about it since we met you…”
Ethyn’s cheeks were happily flushed as they made their way into her room. The moment she closed and locked the door she found herself trapped in a sandwich with Octavia behind her and Regongar at her front. Between Octavia’s nimble fingers and Regongar’s strong grip, her armor and bra were stripped away in seconds. The paladin let out soft coos as Octavia’s lips trailed kisses along her back and shoulder. Her fingers wasted no time in slipping into Ethyn’s skirt, weaving between her clothing to brush her nethers. Regongar was just as direct, his tusks scraping against her breasts as he locked his lips around one.
Ethyn couldn’t help but let out a soft squeal at the touches. “S-so much attention for me…?” Her voice failed her as she tried to protest, thoroughly silenced by both Regongar’s lips meeting hers and Octavia’s fingers slipping inside her. She let out a soft mewl, relishing the prick of the half-orc’s tusks pressing against her upper lip.
Octavia’s voice whispered in her ear, dripping with desire. “You’re our guest, -Your Grace-.” The sultry tone she spoke those words in made Ethyn shiver. Regongar apparently took note, a grin blooming on his lips. “You have had a very difficult day. Let us take care of you, adore you, soothe your troubles… Mmm, you’re all wet already…” She giggled and curled her fingers, easing them in deep.
A moan fell from Ethyn’s lips as her hips gently rolled into the invading fingers. Octavia purred as she savored the sweet sounds, her kisses leaving red lipstick all along the paladin’s back and neck. Her fingers gently dragged back and forth before pulling out. “Mmm, oh Reg… What say we get our own clothes off, hmm?”
The half-orc laughed and nodded, letting go of Ethyn and gently pushing her onto her luxurious bed. She seemed quite happy there, watching the two disrobe as she wiggled her own skirt off. “I confess, I’m not used to such passion so soon… But I like it. I do really like both of you… Oh, Octavia, you’re…”
Octavia’s cheeks were cherry red as she looked up. She had stripped rather quickly, slipping off her shirt and pants while leaving her bra, underwear, and long stockings on. Even with that, the cause of Ethyn’s surprise was clear. The paladin’s gaze dropped to Octavia’s black lace lingerie and the half-hard dick it did almost nothing to hide. “Ah, yes. I… I wasn’t always Octavia… And I kept this small thing from then. D-do you mind?”
She melted at Ethyn’s smile. It was warm, inviting, accepting. “How could I mind? It just means you’re brave enough to shape yourself around how you feel. There’s beauty in that.”
Octavia let out a nervous giggle as she walked forward. Regongar spoke for her, having tossed his clothes into a pile and standing in front of the two completely naked. His figure was rough and muscular though not particularly hairy, scars running along his chest and back. As Ethyn looked again, she realized Octavia had similar scars, though not as many. “Ha! Told ya she’s a good one! My Octavia is nothing but beautiful.”
Ethyn smiled and scooted up to the edge of the bed. She reached out, her hand brushing along Octavia’s thigh before easily freeing her cock from its lace prison. She tugged Octavia closer with it, a hand resting on the base. “Indeed, every part of her is. Now, Reg, would you come over so I can attend to you as well?” She bit her lip. The alcohol and overwhelming emotion of the day had somewhat loosened her usual modesty, and she opened her mouth wide in clear demonstration of her intent.
She let out a happy giggle as Regongar’s manhood soon batted her cheek. “Seems Shelyn’s paladin is an eager little slut!” She blushed uncontrollably at the words, and even moreso as Octavia pressed her own dick to Ethyn’s lips. She placed one hand around each base, her gaze flitting between their faces and the members she was presented with. At last she made her decision, ‘punishing’ Regongar’s words by pressing a kiss to the grayish-green head. The half-orc quickly fell silent, grinning down at Ethyn, and then at Octavia as she pulled him into a warm kiss. Her lips slowly took him in, leaving little smears of red lipstick along his thick length as she took more and more of it. Her hand on Octavia’s cock fluttered up and down the shaft, stroking her gently.
She marveled at how different the two were. Regongar’s member had such a strong, lustful scent, though not a bad one. Having it pressed up against her face, easing it past her lips was just melting the poor paladin’s mind. He was a tad bigger than Octavia, with a bit of bush where the half-elf was clean-shaven. Octavia’s scent was more floral, intoxicating in its own way and just begging Ethyn to lavish every inch of it with praise.
Both let out soft grunts as they lost themselves in each other’s lips. Octavia’s fingers danced along Reg’s chest and back, soft gasps falling from her lips with each gentle stroke of Ethyn’s fingers. Soon enough, she switched targets, releasing Reg’s cock with a gasp and taking Octavia’s. Regongar’s grunt of disappointment was soon muffled by Ethyn’s gentle strokes and Octavia’s hungry lips. The paladin took her time, switching between the two until both members had been soaked in her spit and a few droplets of drool dribbled down her chin. “Mmm… T-there we are.”
Octavia was flushed like a cherry, her breast heaving with each breath as she stared down at the paladin. Finally, she bit her lip and glanced aside at Reg. “Oh, Reg… As tempted as I am to bend you over like always… What say we attend to Her Grace and those divine lips…”
Reg chuckled in agreement. Ethyn’s cheeks burned at the title said in such an entrancing tone. “Y-you really don’t need to call me that. It’s just Ethyn for you two…” A squeal escaped her lips as Reg grabbed her braid and roughly shoved her into Octavia’s chest. The half-elf’s soft arms wrapped right around her, holding her snugly and muffling her in a loving kiss.
