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Wyll lay in their shared four poster bed, shivering as the cool spring breeze from the open window tickled his naked skin. He didn’t have much control over the matter however, considering his arms had been harnessed behind him, his ankles strapped to his thighs, and his horns hooked to the headboard.
Being able to do this meant they could reclaim something that had been taken from them before; Karlach got to enjoy being intimidating and powerful, while he got to enjoy being hers. It had taken long years of healing to get here, and Wyll was infinitely grateful that they got to do it together.Years after their adventures together, settled and cozy in their new life, Wyll and Karlach enjoy a morning of kinky fun.
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“I wish to pass on what remains of me to you. I ask for your consent."
“My consent?”
Ansur nodded his great head. “For a magical infusion. A gift of draconic sorcery.”
"That is certainly an honour, truly. I accept your gift.”
A dragon’s face was hard to read, but Ansur seemed pleased. He rose back up again, looking down at Wyll.
“Wonderful. I suggest sexual congress.”
“... Pardon?”
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Lonely and heartsick for his friends, Wyll meets someone he had thought long dead. Things take a rather unexpected turn.Series
- Part 4 of Wyll Monsterfucking 4+1
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Wyll, loving Karlach, has to talk her into returning to her greatest place of trauma for her to live. Both him and Astarion swear they will be with her, but is that enough?
It wouldn't be for long. They have the support of powerful friends, a plan, and endless love for each other. What could go wrong?
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It had been 48 hours since keratinous horns crunched their way through Wyll’s skull, and he was totally super fine about it. It was just something else he would inevitably have to accept, given the time and grace. If only the growth hadn’t caused this Hells-forsaken headache.
Luckily another member of his party is rather familiar with pain, and how to deal with it.
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He knew that Wyll had mourned sweet flavours since his devil transformation, so Astarion wanted to give him something that would help with that. Something that could take the place of those flavours in his mind. After surreptitiously reading Wyll’s recipe book from back to front, a pie sounded good. That pastry nonsense didn’t sound too difficult, and the filling could be replaced with basically anything, from the looks of things. So it didn’t have to be sweet, presumably.
The problem was, not only was cooking perhaps the hardest thing Astarion had ever attempted since killing a massive space brain, Gale’s kitchen hated him.
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Four times Wyll pined for his friends and has fun with monsters and one time...well...you know ;)
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