The people demand more Minlach. ( please more we are desperate and your art of them is so good 🥺🥺🥺)
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my beautiful yuri... sooo critical to me that minthara 1. fell first 2. fell harder. something abt the idea of this self-avowed villain being utterly and inexplicably smitten with the sweetest nicest golden retriever girl in the world
I love using this challenge to try out different pairings. I love these two and I feel like they don't get enough love, even though Minthara is clearly obsessed with Karlach, she would gladly worship that gorgeous barbarian.
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—You're impossible. I love you. All right - let's go.
The Minlach brainrot is,,, SO real. So, so real. You will 100% get more of them: this is only the beginning lmao IVE BECOME A SUB MINTHARA TRUTHER IM SORRY
Summary: Minthara wants to worship Karlach and does. LMAO THATS IT 😭
Word count: ~2.3k
tw: piv, the tiniest bit of breathplay and tears (of pleasure), tieflings have knots i don't make the rules, mentions of scars
Minthara’s eyes grew wide as she watched Karlach undress.
She was all the majority of the day with Wyll, doing whatever they could in order to rebuild the city after such destruction was wrought by defeating the Absolute. Somehow, although Minthara seemed to find a sort of comfort in the desolate chaos of destruction, knowing that Karlach was rebuilding what was once her home brought a soft bit of warmth to her heart the more she pondered the idea.
She didn’t want to seem too eager to help, but offered her small suggestions where she felt it was appropriate. The sooner the city was rebuilt, the sooner the two of them would start building their own home; a new home made just for them. Something they could grow their love in.
As she watched her now, though, there was something standing on edge inside of her. Her wires started winding around themselves as her eyes continued to drink in the sight before her, unable to tear her gaze away.
Her lips moved ever so slightly, soft words fluttering out before she caught herself.
“Y… you…”
Karlach smirked as she chuckled a bit to herself, raising an eyebrow as she managed to unlace the front of her dirty tunic, slick with sweat and sticking to her body, perfectly hugging the honed muscle underneath.
“What was that?” Karlach asked with a smile, an air of nonchalance about her as she grabbed the hem of her shirt with either hand, pulling the fabric away and lifting it up over her head, making sure not to get any bits or bobs stuck on her horn.
Minthara’s response was an urgent gasp followed by a hard swallow. She could feel herself salivating as she watched Karlach from behind, her gaze searing as it lingered upon her bare back.
She drank in what she saw, watching the way her muscles would move and clench and shift with each lift of an arm or twist to the side. Her vibrant skin, glowing from beneath, ruminated with a heat that she swore she could feel even from where she sat. The ridges of her spine leading down to meet her tail was an intricate pattern Minthara felt as though she could get lost in.
And, oh, her scars.
Proof of battle after battle fought and won, victim and foe conquered with the strength of a warrior showing off her talents, someone practiced in the art of being cut and cutting back. The way they crossed atop one another, shaped one another, became an intermingling story of Karlach’s defiant triumphs and much deserved victories…
Minthara felt something stir within her, Karlach’s body the perfect sign of strength and fortitude. She watched as Karlach continued to peel off first one boot, then the next, stretching this way and that to work out her tired joints. Each movement was made with purpose, Minthara’s hungry eyes eating each one. There was a tiny quiver in her lips as she fought against the urge to lick them, feeling this driving motivation in her core to get on her knees and worship the godlike woman before her.
“Minthy?” Karlach chuckled, her smile still bright as ever and radiating that comforting warmth Minthara never tired of.
She sat a bit straighter, blinked one, then twice, folding her hands in her lap and closing her mouth which she hadn’t realized was hanging open.
“I–Yes?”
She blushed. She still wasn’t used to being caught feeling things, even if it was by the person who taught her to feel them.
Karlach turned, facing her. She smiled down at her, her eyebrow still raised as she took a small step forward, slowly starting to work the ties of her pants undone.
Minthara couldn’t help but to squeeze her thighs a bit tighter together as she watched Karlach tower over her, the heat radiating from her wet body all but calling to her as she continued to stare. She could smell her sweat as it glistened off her skin in the dim firelight, drooling at the thought of licking her clean.
Karlach laughed, clicking her tongue. “Are you alright?”
She nodded, looking away for a second only to not bIe able to keep her gaze aside for very long and turning back to face her. Was she… flustered? Blushing, squirming, eyes darting around the room, only to land on Karlach’s pulsing body calling to her to… to…
“You’re…” her breath caught in her throat, her eyes glistening with the wonder of the sight before her, “otherworldly,” she muttered, her breath hot,”the perfect image of strength, dedication, fearlessness…” her voice trailed off.
Karlach involuntarily flexed, her abs tightening as she took another step towards the drow, her hand gingerly stroking the silken hair on her head as she looked up at her with infatuation.
Karlach chuckled with the way Minthara seemed to push herself into her touch, the need in her eyes only growing at the touch she so desperately wanted. Karlach couldn’t keep the smirk from spreading as she reached for one of Minthara’s hands, ever so slowly taking it to grace upon her skin, snaking slowly across her waist, up her chest, across each warm tit and over her shoulder.
“While I love the flattery,” she smiled, sucking in a hot breath as Minthara’s fingers graced her nipple, “there’s no need for it, princess,” she cooed.
Minthara’s mouth hung agape once again, Karlach’s hot breath hitting her tongue as she tried to swallow the taste. Her fingers ran across her hot skin, tracing each scar and dancing along each divot. She watched herself play gently with Karlach’s body, too stunned by the idea of getting to touch the very thing she’d grown to worship between her fingers.
As her stomach turned over itself once again, another hot flush made its way to her cheeks, and something within her finally fell into place.
“I want to devote myself to you,” she said, meeting Karlach’s adoring gaze with her own hungry one. “I look at you and see… I see someone worthy of being called Valsharess.”
She slunk from her seat on the bed to the hard wooden floor beneath them, gently settling on her knees as she let a hand trail up Karlach’s leg, her eyes still focused on her lover’s.
“I see proof of all the battles you’ve fought, of all the ways you’ve suffered marked upon your skin,” she all but whispered, leaning her head against Karlach’s leg for a moment, letting her tongue grace her skin for just a second as she shuddered.
“You’ve earned more than my respect,” she said, looking back up to meet Karlach’s eyes yet again and, this time, seeing the fire of need burning within them. “Let me worship you.”
Karlach’s pants were around her ankles, her eyes flaring with the underlight of a brewing barbarian’s rage, her lust coursing through her veins like the hot fire beating through her heart.
“I…” she stammered, already growing hard at the sight of her precious lover looking up at her with wide, expectant eyes, waiting so patiently to serve her. “My princess,” she all but growled, “please, you don’t have to–”
Minthara let her hand keep trailing up her thigh, tracing over the few scars she found there with the softest touch of her fingertips. She was already lost to the woman she wanted to pleasure, her breath hot and low as she let out a quiet mutter while letting her hand finally make its way to her shaft.
“Let me.”
Karlach’s hands shook as she fought herself from letting them grab hold of her right then and there, letting the knot slowly building at her base take hold as she relentlessly pounded into her mouth. She didn’t, though. She let Minthara’s silken hands start making a slow pace, both wrapped around her cock, neither able to wrap themselves entirely around it. Her lips graced her tip, a shudder running up her spice as she leaned forward, a deep groan escaping her lips.
“Let me serve you,” Minthara whispered, her breath against Karlach’s hot, supple skin making her shiver and moan more, her eyes wide as she watched Minthara keep eye contact while taking the whole tip of her in her mouth.
She trembled, taking a shaking hand to the back of Minthara’s head and letting it press just ever so gently, guiding her forward just a bit and seeing the eager willingness in her eyes, then pushing just a bit more
Her moans were short and breathy as she watched her head begin to bob up and down, her mouth stuffed full of even just half of Karlach, the tiniest bit of drool starting to drip from the sides of her mouth.
She pulled herself away, letting her hands continue their work as she squirmed where she knelt, her cheeks flushed as she gasped for a quick breath.
“Let me be nothing,” she panted, already heady as she pulled in another breath, “but a vessel to serve you.”
Her mouth met Karlach’s tip again, her tongue dancing over its ridges as she took it further into her mouth. Her hands traced lost patterns over the scars of her legs and waist as she pushed herself further, Karlach’s hand guiding her movements as a little gag escaped her.
Karlach couldn’t help but to throw her head back and let out the breath she’d been holding, the deep and guttural moan coming along with it only encouraging Minthara more. She seemed to wriggle a bit as she picked up her pace, knowing she was pleasing Karlach only heightening her need to please her more.
“Gods,” Karlach panted, smiling as she let out a huff, “you’re perfect.”
Minthara hummed against her cock, a hard hiss leaving Karlach’s mouth as she felt the way it went straight to her core. She looked down for a moment, seeing Minthara pushed hard against her hips, tears beginning to brim at the edges of her eyes as she gagged on the full length of her forced down her throat.
Karlach released the hard grip she didn’t know she’d had on her hair, letting her stumble back just a bit as she gasped for a deep breath.
She dripped concern as she dropped to her own knees, eyes wide with panic as she lifted Minthara’s chin ever so slightly.
“I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”
Minthara smiled, a faint trail of a few stray tears having dripped down her cheeks, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth before she licked it away with her tongue. There was a brief flash of hunger in her eyes before they shone again with her desire to worship, pushing herself against a naked Karlach as her lips met her own.
Karlach’s arms wrapped gently around her waist, but gripped her just a bit tighter as Minthara kissed her with a fierce desire. She let her take the lead as she’d asked, Minthara climbing quickly into her lap and rocking her hips against Karlach’s hard length.
Karlach gripped her hips at that, a growl ruminating from deep within her as she finally felt the hard release of her knot popping against Minthara’s warm thighs, the fire blazing in her eyes only growing when she looked up to see Minthara smirking down at her.
She bent down just slightly, her breath gracing against the shell of Karlach’s ear, “Use me, Valsharess,” she whispered.
Karlach gripped her hips with fierce purpose, lifting her to line up her swollen cock with her entrance before plunging deep inside, pulling Minthara down hard and letting out a grumble as she watched her smile widen, her brows furrow, and her head throw back in pleasure.
She couldn’t help but to start with a relentless pace, lifting her just enough only to slam her hips against her own again and again. As Minthara’s hair became undone, she leaned towards her, moaning her thanks for being used against Karlach’s hot skin, lapping up her beads of sweat as they formed and tracing her scars as she was pumped into again and again.
She whined as she smiled in pleasure, using her mouth and tongue to kiss and trace and suck and bite each and every inch of her skin that she could get her lips to touch.
“My matron,” she muttered between her moans and cries that began a sweet song as they mixed with Karlach’s own, “my queen,” she breathed, her tongue working its way up the center of her chest.
“My warrior,” she stuttered, Karlach’s knot fully working its way inside her as she quickened her pace, making sure to savor the way Minthara looked while serving her so well.
“My God,” Minthara cried into her skin, wrapping her arms around her back and letting them run rampant over every part of her that she wished to praise.
Karlach chased her release with purpose, each slap of their hips meeting resounding in the small room, creating a harmonious rhythm. She let Minthara’s hands explore her, her heat only growing with each gentle stroke, every sensitive touch. Each word that left her lips only fueled her more, her growling matching Minthara’s moans of praise and worship.
Minthara left messy, drool-stained kisses up Karlach’s burning chest, over her shoulder, up her neck. “Cum for me,” she breathed as her lips met her ear yet again, “deep inside,” her breath hitched, “and mark me as yours, forever to serve you.”
Karlach pulled Minthara harder against her as she felt herself growing higher, higher, then plummeting down hard, her cum painting Minthara’s insides as she twitched and shivered beneath her, only gripping her harder as she breathed hard against her.
Minthara let Karlach hold her there for a moment before ever so gently rolling her hips against hers as she gripped tighter at her skin, another hot hiss escaping Karlach’s mouth as every muscle in her body tightened at the sensation.
