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“You won’t believe what Karlach just asked me,” you giggle, crossing camp to Astarion. You’re flattered, really, honored even. Astarion simply quirks a delicate eyebrow. He tucks his hands into his tight black pants pockets. Soft crinkles form on his white long-sleeve under his black vest.
"Did she finally pop the question, dear?"
You stop. Pop the-? He couldn’t possibly be in on this. You glance over your shoulder to see if Karlach is watching, but she’s very interested in polishing her new boots. Her body emits a telltale blue fire. After her upgrade, hells all you've been through, she's taken great care in touching and feeling everything around her.
She wears a tank top, and not much else. You wonder if her muscles have taken the place of her fire in destroying her clothes bit by bit. Sometimes you’ll hear the fabric tearing, or see her adding new loops and layers. You squint for a second, but she does not notice or react. Innocent for now, you think.
You turn back to your vampire turned conspirator. He reeks of mischief and his eyes gleam in delight. Ever the trickster.
“What do you think she asked, because this may not be the same thing.”
He guffaws cutely in your face.
“Why, peaches, a ménage à trois of course.” He has the audacity to lick his fangs, when he knows what that does to you.
A shiver creeps up your back. Your skin burns with blush.
“That-. You-. You know that wouldn’t be fair.” You try not to sound like you’re whining. “ I’m the smallest!” Your cheeks sear hotter than the fire in the middle of camp.
“No…” A sultry croon, “I suppose it wouldn’t be.” He glances you up and down, making a point. “How delicious.” And then, a finger at your chin. "Would you prefer not to?"
You shake your head violently.
"No, I mean yes." Taking a breath, centering yourself you try again, "Yes, that would be… nice? Fun."
Astarion nods in tandem. His finger taps his own chin. "And if I asked if you'd mind a little added spice to our mischief?"
"What spices?" You’re not sure if you’re glowering or desperate, but he’s still smiling hungrily. His hand has creeped from your chin to the back of your neck, lightly massaging. Masterful in muscular coercion.
"Just a few… amenities, darling. Nothing too serious. Karlach's simply too shy to ask herself."
You turn again, quickly, and catch Karlach still polishing her boots… several feet closer than she was before. You roll your eyes.
“Just come over here,” you demand.
She happily drops the boots and waltzes over, bounce in her step. Her eyes are molten lava, grasping at your expression for clues to your thoughts. You pinch your brow and try not to look like you’ve been asked to do the group's taxes.
“What um…” Your brain is short circuiting as you calculate the two of them. Their height, their strength, their attention fixated on you. A hard swallow.
“What spices?” Your voice is raspy. In need of a drink as you eye the two tall glasses of water in front of you.
“Nothing crazy, honeysweet, a little bondage, maybe a bite here or there, a blindfold, a gag-”
“What!” You and Karlach say in unison.
“Okay maybe I threw a couple of my own sensibilities I’ve been meaning to try. You know, it’s all the rage in Faerûn these days, you get a couple scrolls and-”
“No magic,” Karlach interrupts. You nod and agree. No magic.
“But then you have to do the ropes by hand and my poor sensitive nails-!”
“No ropes then.” You smirk. “Not this time at least.”
Karlach is delighted because you’ve all but said you may be agreeable to more than one escapade with her. You await the playful pout from Astarion but he’s too far gone in delight.
“Mmm, a challenge…” He growls. He tries to flit his fingers at the hem of your shirt, to lightly touch at your stomach and pull your tunic so you’ll squirm. You gently smack his hands away. “We’ll just have to hold you in place ourselves.”
Your breath hitches and you can’t help the chest flutter at Karlach murmuring of agreement. Her finger is sliding innocently up the back of your arm. It occurs to you that the three of you will need privacy. Quickly . Before the two of them break their control any further.
Glancing around the camp, no one seemed to notice. But one errant moan would be enough.
“There’s an old house nearby. It’s not completely in ruins but it’s got four walls, space, and privacy.”
Astarion frowns. “I’m not laying in a stranger’s mothball and flea ridden bed.”
“We don’t have to use a bed.” You try not to sound irritated, desperate, ushering them out of camp. Karlach happily takes your arm and lets you lead. She's much more sensual, more touch prone, and it makes you swoon. Astarion follows behind.
A quick look proves he’s doing exactly what you thought and just staring at your asses the whole way. As punishment the two of you make him walk in front so you can stare at his ass instead, which, honestly, he’s happier with.
You both try not to laugh as he swings his hips in larger circles, as if on a catwalk.
The little cottage was abandoned during some massacre (there’s always a massacre) but thankfully there’s no blood nor bodies inside, and no rotting fruit. The only smell is a stale dusty must, of a house empty and waiting.
As soon as the others have also finished their checks, they join you inside.
“There’s a family of moles on the side of the house but I doubt they’ll mind,” Karlach laughs.
Astarion wastes no time. He dives in for a kiss, surprising you both. You relax like butter into his embrace though, having felt it so many times before. His familiar coolness, soft pads of his fingers, gentle and guiding. He takes your breath away.
He backs away as you find your air, leading Karlach into your space. He turns so he’s behind you. A soft, strong wall at your back. Your hand rises, fingers splaying in his hair. Karlach hesitates.
“Are you sure this is okay?”
“Yes,” you whisper.
You step into her hand, place yours atop, so she can feel your stomach. Her mouth glances up your shoulder and neck. She places her other hand on your cheek and brings you in for a kiss of her own. Her lips are warm, almost sweltering. It's at odds and yet so satisfying, melting what little remains of Astarion's chill.
A quickening of your heart. An urge to bite her bottom lip ripples, and you stop yourself. Where Astarion is slower, more methodical, Karlach is delicate and quick. Her strength seems so fragile when she's like this. Your free hand fidgets with her top, playfully snapping it to indicate something.
They begin to strip you. Piece by piece your clothing falls off your body. You try to unbutton Astarion’s vest but he’s at the wrong angle and you can’t reach him behind you. You try to raise Karlach’s tank top over her head but she refuses to lift her arms for you, simply giving you a cheeky grin, almost a dare, and rearranges your hands in her hair, on her breast, where you can pet and squeeze and fondle. In seconds you’re down to only your panties. Laid bare for the two of them to devour.
Four hands on you at once are edging towards overwhelming. It’s hard to keep track of who’s massaging you where. The little teases, a small scratch at your hip, the ghost over your breast, the strong corrective push and pull after you wiggle in the wrong direction.
"Now, darling, relax. Let us take care of you."
"You deserve it," Karlach adds, muffled by your breast.
You whine at them. This really is unfair.
They've set you up to take, and nothing else. Your head dizzies. Their scent is mixing so nicely around you. You can't very well tell, but you're sure you're nodding in agreement. Astarion massages your back. His hand wraps around your neck, fingers pressing with delicate pressure.
"We cherish you," he whispers. His breath tickles your ear.
A contented sigh leaves you. Karlach pulls you down to sit on her, facing her, almost at an angle so Astarion may hold your upper body. He lets you lean into him comfortably, easily, and you almost cry at the tender touch.
Karlach's tongue runs up your stomach. You jerk at the sensation and Astarion's grip tightens. He whispers sweet nothings in your ear. Taking your nipple, he squeezes and delights in your gasp. Karlach's mouth wraps around the unattended breast, flicking and sucking with reverent glee.
Her hand wraps around the side of your chest palming your ribs in a gentle massage, before doing the same to your hip. Astarion, all the while, nibbles and sucks across your neck, playing with your nipple with tightening pressure.
Euphoria settles through your muscles, begging to relax and do as you’re told.
To relax and take it .
Astarion laps at your neck, making you shudder. You know what he’s working up towards and your fingers and toes tingle with anticipation.
"Too many clothes," Karlach mumbles.
Tearing fabric makes you gasp for a whole other reason.
"That’s black lace! You didn’t have to-!"
Astarion eyes the frayed undergarment over your shoulder while Karlach has the decency to look at least a smidge sheepish about it.
"We'll get you a nicer pair, dear. It won't be missed."
Your huff of annoyance turns into a moan of submission as Karlach's knees scuff against wood. She moves back, and lifts your hips forward in the air easily, as if you weighed nothing. Her hot mouth covers your warmth. It’s so sudden you cry out at the heat, the pleasure of it.
Her tongue explores hungrily, tasting everything it can, taking what it wants. Your voice rises a pitch when Astarion tightens his hold on your neck again, keeping you in place for the tiefling to take her fill of you.
She easily finds your clit and plays with it, sucking, blowing, tapping and swirling - testing to see what you like and how you’ll respond. Her hooded orbs watch your expressions, drinking you in, in more ways than one. You can’t help feeling like a new adventure being discovered, conquered by her.
Your body hitches as a soft stream blows against you, and you can't help a whine. Her tongue circles your clit again, craving your taste.
“You love this, don’t you, sweet?” Astarion murmurs sensual thoughts into your mind.
Every now and then making a suggestion to Karlach. He tells her to rub your inner thigh and you groan. He suggests a quick tickle of your feet and you thrash so hard you almost escape their grasp. Karlach laughs so hard she has to come off your pussy for a second, mouth and chin covered in your essence.
“I didn’t even touch you!”
“Don’t tickle me!”
“Okay, okay!”
Astarion guffaws and you fling your head back to glare at him. He takes the opportunity and presses his lips against yours. Your body reacts accordingly, untensing and releasing a guttural moan as his thumb presses against the bottom of your chin.
"Now's a good time," Karlach says low, voice thick with sex.
Astarion hums.
A bright red cherry ball dangles in front of your eyes. Where Astarion finds these things, you’ll never know. You chuckle when you see it and try to crane your neck back to see his face. He’s spoken about incorporating it, but never has. Karlach stills while Astarion explains.
“Sweetums, can you snap your fingers for me?”
You nod as much as able, swallowing thickly. You snap obediently.
“Mm good girl,” you hear Karlach whisper. She does one small lick to praise you. Your hips twitch, begging her for more but she waits for Astarion to finish.
“You’ll snap your fingers if there’s anything wrong or if you want to stop. Understood?”
“Yes.” You’re breathless.
A black band of fabric is held up next.
“And a blindfold.” You can hear him smiling, his voice dripping in the power and voyeurism his position provides him. “You okay with that too, dearest?” You hum but he doesn’t move until you say it.
“Yes! Yes please!”
Karlach hums again, “Mm, very good girl.”
She lines your lower belly with hickeys as you jerk weakly, mewling encouragement. Astarion slips the blindfold on first. It’s soft and velvety, but thick enough to black out any light. You immediately feel your other senses heighten, whether it’s a placebo effect or real; Karlach’s mouth feels hotter, wetter. Her calluses feel rougher as they glide over your outer thighs. Astarion’s muscles feel stronger, larger. Thick thighs seemingly hold your body in the air, balancing you easily, while his nimble fingers work.
Two of his digits slide to your plump lips and you can’t help licking them. He pauses and allows you to go as far as to suck them. His cool fingers slip past, pushing against your tongue. He tugs and you know he’s smiling. Enamored and growing flustered. A soft squeak falls, toying with him.
Sure enough he pushes down on your tongue and you get half a laugh out, opening your jaw wide, before the taste of rubber. He fastens the small belt of it behind your skull before pulling you back by your hair. Red eyes are no doubt piercing yours behind the blindfold, watchful for the crimson peaking at your cheeks.
“Delicious,” Astarion praises you.
You test the contraption in your mouth as you’re let go, biting down viciously. It has little give and doesn’t slide off at the push of your tongue on it. You twist your head to the side but nothing dislodges.
Your stomach does a flip.
You’re trapped. Very much at their pleasurable mercy.
Yes. Please.
Karlach mercifully massages your tight ass as you almost squeal. A happy display of hickeys run down your inner thighs, and she tries to counteract the sudden pain. She licks at them, her tongue seeming to grow longer as she quells the muddied agony.
You hear Astarion chuckle.
“Naughty,” he chastises.
You hear more tearing of fabric from Karlach’s side and only regret having to wait until the end to see what she’s revealed. Astarion does not help by giving an astonished gasp and admiring her out loud.
“Very impressive my dear, mmm we may need more than one attempt to… tame you .”
You sigh loudly. You can only imagine.
Karlach chuckles back, “Cheeky bastard, I’ll make you beg for it.”
“Oh, we won’t mind, will we dear?”
Astarion shifts your upper body back into his arms properly and rolls your breasts gently, squeezing and fondling them. It feels different. More . You burn with embarrassment. For their eyes only , you think. You moan for Astarion, answering his question that yes you will indeed be begging Karlach for anything and everything for as long as she wants and however she wants.
Finally you feel it. Karlach slips into your folds, tender, waiting for you to accept her rather than risk stretching. You try to pull her in faster but your wrists are caught, held tight.
“Still, darling. Just breathe,” Astarion coos, gently rubbing your sides, chest, neck and hair while his other hand keeps you in place. As you start to whimper he nuzzles your neck again. You can feel the blood rushing in your ears, know he can hear it too. He’s told you before how excited he gets when he hears your heartbeat pick up. It’s pounding now, despite Karlach’s slow pace.
“Just like that, soldier. So good for me.”
You can’t tell how far in she is, but she keeps coming. You have to adjust your legs twice to splay for her properly. She lowers deeper and deeper into you with every new angle, every concentrated attempt to let her in more. Their bodies shift closer, her thigh in between his. You can feel where they lean on each other. Warm and desperate for purchase.
Karlach is whimpering and you realize they’re kissing over you. You whine loudly but get cut off by a subtle push from Karlach’s cock. She breaks the kiss above you with a small laugh and starts trying to get you to do it again, pushing harder mid-moan until you wail louder. Finally, she slides out, you hold your breath, and she thunders back into you.
Your pitiful cry is interrupted over and over as she picks a brutal pace. Slamming to the hilt before agonizingly pulling back out. She has only one purpose, one mission she must succeed. Your legs sag out as she takes you, ramming in, despite any noise or movement you can still make. She forces her cock down into your floundering body, pushing so deep inside you see stars behind your blindfold. Astarion grunts encouragement to you both and it only makes her drill harder, her aptitude knowing no limit.
Your breath is hitching and without warning you’re letting out a guttural screeching wail as Astarion's fangs sink into your neck. He drinks, hungrily. You try to writhe but his hand is clenched like iron around your forearms, keeping you in place. Karlach pushes into you more fervently, desperate to feel you clench for her again. She holds your hips in the air, your knees brushing against her shoulders. The three of you jerk with her revelry every time she bottoms out.
Her warm hand tenderly holds your lower back, at odds between the quickened pace. Your eyes water and moisten the blindfold, a sliver of saliva drips down the corner of your lips. Your head lolls back just above Astarion’s shoulder, leaning into him and baring your throat.
It’s so much. Too much!
Astarion’s desire presses into your back. The bulge in his pants is hard, craving. You try to wiggle your hand free to relieve him, but he’s still holding you tight. A growl permeates, and you keenly whine for him. For them both.
The pleasurable slamming into you mixes with the exquisite pain from your neck, now a dull ache, engulfing your senses. Karlach’s body crowds around you, her scent overtaking you with the crack of fire. Her quick hips barely allow you a conscious thought.
You hear them kissing again, feel the blood from your neck dribbling down your torso, know it must be smeared, shared between the three of you. Astarion is telling you to come, telling you Karlach is so close.
Karlach cries out in ecstasy and you feel it, feel her spilling hot inside you. You can’t handle it anymore. You feel the wash of orgasm burst through your body. You wrack in the seizure of your coil, released. Take everything Karlach can give you, let her fill you with her being. You’re screaming their names. You’re screaming for the gods.
Your mass sags under the weight of each other, trying to catch your breath. You can hear Astarion still panting roughly with his trapped cock still pressing hard against your back. Slowly, Karlach slips out of you and helps adjust the group, kneeling. You paw helplessly at her, waiting for one of them to undo the gag. You can still feel the pounding pulse between your legs and your head is swimming happily.
The taste of blood, the smell of the arousal hanging thickly in the air, you know Astarion’s growing desperate. He roughly takes the blindfold off and you can finally see. You have to blink a few times, squinting against the inflood of light. You’re acutely aware of Astarion’s hungered stare when you crane your neck to see him. Your eyes feel blown wide by the colors around you. Astarion lifts himself up, pushing down on your shoulders, and your knees cry in minor discomfort on the wooden floor.
You glance quickly at Karlach, you can’t help it. It gives Astarion a chance to grab your skull and unlatch the gag. You know he’s not trying to hurt or be dismissive as he quickly undoes it. You’re too distracted by the size of Karlach’s girth to notice the way his hands shake. The latch is finally off and your jaw cries as you relax it. You gently massage your mouth, pressing your hand against the side.
“You deserve a treat for being so good, dear.”
You whimper. It’s true, you do.
He releases himself from the confines of his black slacks, stepping out of them. You quickly turn back, opening your mouth. Your tongue peaks past your lips, offering yourself to him. Begging for him. Astarion chuckles, stepping forward and slowly, desperately, lining himself with your waiting gift. You circle your lips around his girth. Your tongue drags, moistening his length, before releasing to give small kisses across him.
He moans loudly and quivers, shuddering. His upper body bends, his hands carding on either side of your face. He trusts you to keep your own pace, but the feeling of your skin against his, the soft act of knowing you’re there, you’re present, brings a bliss no other can give.
Karlach’s hand suddenly appears from behind you, fisting into your hair. You don’t have time to gasp before she pushes you steadily deeper onto Astarion’s cock. You try not to choke and concentrate on your breathing as you’re pushed, all the way to the base. Your nose nestles in his pubic hair. He loves it. You can tell by the twinge of his jaw muscle, the ache of his cock. You feel him throbbing, his nails bite into your neck, know he’s already close. Pent up and waiting since your first mewls drifted to his ears from the beginning.
Astarion thrusts into your mouth. Over, and over, and over again, spilling into you. You swallow it down with little difficulty, and finally Karlach releases your head, allowing you to ease off.
They’re petting you, in the afterglow. Astarion bends, giving adoring kisses across your jaw, your lips, your neck. He tastes himself on you, moaning gently into each kiss and lick. Karlach is warm against your back, a reversal that makes you swoon. She traces circles, massaging out the sore muscles, murmuring how much she enjoyed it.
You long for a bath to soothe your aching muscles. You’ll make them give you one sooner or later, you determine.
Between them, you’re safe. Loved. Leaning back, Karlach’s arm keeping your head from the ground, you cuddle into her. Reaching out to Astarion, who’s got a look like he’s about to call you both ‘heathens’ for laying on a dusty floor, he graciously relents. He always loves to be coddled, and his head rests on your chest, a hand thrown lackadaisically across your stomach.
“Next time, someone bring a bedroll.”
“Or four,” Karlach moans quietly. She has a dopey grin on her face as Astarion’s finger lazily rolls over her abs.
You readjust to gaze meaningfully at her. You still can’t believe the absolute size of her.
“That really fit in me?”
You make as if to poke it and she swats your hand away, laughing.
“Course it did, and you took it good ‘n’ nice like.” Her eyes soften. “Thank you both, though. Seriously. This was… magical.”
Astarion moans loudly and raises slightly off your chest. “Magical? Magical ?! We need to up our game, dearest. I can’t have people thinking sex with me is magical !”
“Well we’ll just have to aim for something more kinky next time.” You see the look in Astarion’s eyes. “Kidding! I’m kidding, that was plenty kinky enough!” You giggle. “Or am I?” A wink.
“Oh but I know a fabulous trick you simply must try where you take your finger and-”
“Astarion!” You try to reach for his mouth to slap a limp hand over it but you can’t quite reach. Your limbs are snugly between Karlach’s body. “Yes, Karlach it was magical.”
“But we really should see if it’ll fit in me next time.” Astarion draws dainty lines on Karlach’s chest with his fingertip.
Karlach grins, “Next time?”
“Of course! Why get us a bed and about seven minutes and- oh! I need my grease bottle, I can’t believe I would leave home without it!”
You shake your head and sigh happily, still not quite believing how lucky you are. Thinking back to what started such a wild night, when your camp had thrown a party. When you just happened to speak to Karlach, by accident really, on your way to Astarion.
When Karlach finally let slip: she doesn’t mind sharing.