Chapter 1: Split Any Takings We Find
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It was a crisp, cool night in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. Tav and his party of adventurers had set up camp across an inlet from the Last Light Inn, still within the protective bubble of moonlight created by the cleric Isobel.
The shadows might be kept at bay, but the curse’s effect was still noticeable in the eerie quiet. Tav was glad at least for the sounds of Scratch and the Owlbear Cub as they chased each other around the fire.
He found himself walking further away from the fire, up a small ridge and towards a cluster of dead, twisted bushes, behind which could be seen the black and purple awning of Shadowheart’s tent.
He knew that really, he should not be visiting the Sharran’s tent. He told himself that it was for the sake of his own goddess, Selûne. Had he not seen flickers of doubt in Shadowheart’s eyes when she spoke of Shar and her own lost memories? Had she not demonstrated moments of genuine compassion, particularly for children and animals, that were not the characteristics of a ruthless would-be Dark Justiciar?
Shadowheart had good in her. He was certain of it. She could be reached, and that might prove crucial in their efforts to liberate this land from Ketheric Thorm and the Shadow Curse. It was Tav’s obligation to try to strengthen his bond with her, and lead her by example away from Shar and towards the light. It was one of his oaths: Through your acts of mercy, kindness, and forgiveness, kindle the light of hope in the world, beating back despair.
The fact that the Sharran cleric’s beauty and coy flirtations also stirred feelings within the Paladin that were much less pure and holy… Well, that was beside the point.
***
It appeared that Shadowheart had been expecting company.
Perhaps she had even been expecting him, specifically. The thought sent a somewhat illicit thrill down Tav’s spine, and he chided himself silently.
Whomever the Sharran had expected, she had set out two goblets on the table that stood in front of her tent, as well as one of the dusty bottles of wine that she and Karlach had been delighted to loot from Last Light’s cellars. As Tav approached, she finished filling both goblets and glanced up, with that disarming smile that hovered somewhere between sincerity and smug impertinence.
"I was hoping you'd come to chat. Share a bottle with me?”
Tav pulled up the spare stool and joined her in sitting at the table.
“Yes, take the weight off, Tav. You’ve earned it.” Shadowheart pushed one goblet towards him. She was being, he thought, almost suspiciously nice to him. But that was an unworthy thought. It was true that trusting a Sharran disciple went against everything Tav knew. But it was also true that the only way they were going to keep surviving out here in the Shadow-Cursed Lands was to continue to trust one another.
“Thank you.” He raised his cup and took a drink. The wine was full-bodied and rich. There was a surprising flavor to it that he failed to place. He took another sip, curiously, and rolled it around in his mouth. Shadowheart watched him.
“So, was there anything in particular you wanted to talk about, or did you just require the pleasure of my company?” There was that teasing tone again.
“Actually, yes.” Tav cleared his throat, then cleared it again. The wine’s aftertaste clung to his mouth. He took another swig to steady his nerves. “I wanted to address something we’ve only tiptoed around, but should probably confront directly.”
“Oh, very serious!” Shadowheart pouted. “Should I be worried? Drink your wine.”
He drank.
“You serve Shar, while I am sworn to Selûne. At some point we’re going to have to talk about it. And how you feel about it.”
Shadowheart sighed.
“And there I was hoping you’d be tactful enough to avoid the topic. Very well then.” She sat up straight and fixed him with those green eyes, framed in shadow. “My lady and your moonwitch are at war, so naturally we’re enemies…” – at this Tav’s face fell – “but enemies with a common purpose, for now.” She took a sip of wine. “Strategic alliances are very important, wouldn’t you agree?”
“I would…” Tav’s tongue felt thick in his mouth. There was something else he wanted to add, but he was struggling to finish the thought.
“In my cloister, we were taught that winning a victory doesn’t always involve running in the front door and swinging swords. I know that’s the Paladin way. But a direct confrontation can be far less effective than more… subtle methods.”
Tav nodded. She was making a lot of sense. Even if he couldn’t have quite explained what she just said. Which was odd. It hadn’t been that complicated… and he hadn’t drunk that much wine yet. Had he?
“Something the matter?”
Tav frowned at his goblet uncertainly.
“I… my head is just a little…”
He stood, and found himself swaying on his feet.
“Tired, love?” Shadowheart stood too, and stepped closer to him. She lifted his cup and brought it to his lips. “You’ve had a long day. This will help.”
He was pretty sure that more wine would not help, that it was in fact the opposite of what he needed. But Shadowheart was suddenly very close to him, in those camp clothes he’d always thought were too revealing. Gods, she was beautiful. Smelled beautiful. And she was wise, and she was his ally. If she said the wine would help…
He drank again. He let her slide one arm around him and start to walk him, stumbling, towards her tent.
“The poor, tired, brave Selûnite, worn out after a day of smiting evil doers in the name of his mistress’ holy moonlight. Let’s get you horizontal, shall we? And then we’ll see what else we can do about helping you to relax.”
That sounded good. It sounded very good. Tav sank to his knees at the entrance to Shadowheart’s tent as she lifted up a flap. He saw a pile of purple cushions, looking incredibly soft, moments before they seemed to rise up to meet him, as he collapsed face-first and lost consciousness.
***
“Arise and wake, o servant of Selûne!”
Tav opened his eyes slowly. A blur of pale skin and purple silk in front of him slowly resolved, and he gasped softly.
Shadowheart was seated on a pile of cushions, now clad in nothing but her purple and gold underwear. He was looking up at her, because… he was now lying prone on the ground, on just the rug that served as the floor of her tent. And Tav was now suddenly a lot less dressed, too, now in just his plain white undershorts.
He tried to move, but his muscles were responding incredibly slowly. His brain still felt sluggish too.
There was something incredibly strange and wrong about this situation, but he was struggling to work out what it was. He didn’t feel as if he was in danger, exactly. But this didn’t seem to be the result of a conscious thought process. He just felt good - his body was buzzing pleasantly, and Shadowheart looked so beautiful, her flawless skin so soft…
“I suppose you’re wondering why I’ve invited you into my tent like this, Tav.” She stroked the back of one hand across her own chest idly. “The truth is that we have some difficult battles ahead of us, I think you’ll agree. Our little visit to Moonrise Towers made that clear. So we should do everything we can to tilt the odds in our favor.”
Tav tried to say something in response, but no words came. He licked his lips feverishly. Why was he so thirsty?
“No no, don’t try to speak. Permit me to explain. I’ve decided we should make an offering to Lady Shar, to seek her blessing and protection against what lies ahead. It’s called a Nightfall ritual. An act of wickedness, carried out in my Lady’s name. And you’re going to help me do this, my sweet little paladin!”
Something rustled behind Tav. He tried to turn his head, but it felt so heavy –
“In fact, you have a central role, if you can believe it! You, a devotee of that slut Selûne, aiding in a Sharran ritual! Can you guess what part you’re going to play?”
With all the strength he could muster, Tav pushed himself up onto his knees. This had gone far enough. Shadowheart was just smirking at him, and blinking with feigned innocence. She had asked him a question, hadn’t she? What was it? He shook his head in confusion, trying to clear it.
“No ideas? Well, I think it’ll become a lot more clear when our mutual friend says hello.”
Tav became aware that the inside of Shadowheart’s tent was surprisingly large. (He suspected that magic must be involved.) It was large enough, in fact, to comfortably fit three people, even if one of them was almost seven feet tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular.
Shadowheart glanced over his head.
“Say hello, Karlach.”
A hot, heavy hand came to rest on the back of Tav’s head. Clawed fingers gently scratched the nape of his neck, and he blushed as he let out an involuntary shudder and groan.
“Hey soldier.”
***
“You’re shaking like a leaf, soldier.”
Karlach’s strong, warm hands gripped Tav’s shoulders. She rubbed her thumbs across his back reassuringly, and he felt himself melt. It was true that he was suddenly very nervous, shivering in a way that had little to do with cold, despite his state of undress. But he was still in a daze from whatever Shadowheart had put in his wine, and the way Karlach was touching him was very soothing. It told him to let down what little of his guard remained. It tempted him to relax.
The way Shadowheart was looking at him, though… That didn’t make him want to relax. There was a hunger in her eyes that hardly seemed like lust for him. There was a cruelty to it.
“Have you guessed yet, Selûnite? The part you’re going to play here is the offering itself. More specifically, we’re going to be offering up your virtue. I’m offering it, and Karlach will be relieving you of it.”
“Sorry soldier.” Karlach’s breath was suddenly hot in Tav’s ear. She gave one earlobe a none-too-gentle nip, and whispered into it. “But this is what you get for flaunting that arse in front of me every day and night.”
This whisper was evidently loud enough for Shadowheart, who burst out laughing.
Karlach’s claws slid under the drawstring of Tav’s underthings and slowly, very slowly, she pulled them down to just above his knees. The tiefling let out an appreciative whistle.
“That arse looks even better naked, soldier.” One hot hand gripped one of Tav’s cheeks and pulled it aside so she could inspect his hole. “Nice.”
Meanwhile Shadowheart seemed to be trying and failing to suppress more laughter as she eyed Tav’s nakedness from the front.
“Well, that’s disappointing. I suppose we all have different talents and attributes, and yours simply lie elsewhere, Selûnite. The contrast is rather striking, though.”
At this, Tav became acutely aware of just how close Karlach was kneeling behind him. Heat always radiated from the barbarian, even now that her engine had been upgraded enough to allow her to touch people safely. But the warmth he could feel from her right now felt different. Slowly, he turned his head to look behind him.
Karlach loomed over him out of a darker corner of the tent, but there was still no missing the fact that in addition to being immense, beautiful, and intimidating, she was also naked. This fact only enhanced those other attributes.
It was impossible to look at the whole of her. His vision swam. He could only take in details: The swell of her thickly muscled arms. Her breasts sitting high and full on her broad chest, and the strange hatch-like implant above the left, under which pumped her infernal engine. The scars, burn marks, and diabolical glyph tattoos that covered her body and arms. The hardness of her abdomen.
And the hardness of her cock.
“Impressive, isn’t it?” asked Shadowheart. “I’ve certainly found it to be impressive.” The cleric had reached one hand between her legs now, and was tracing idle circles over the front of her silk knickers. “But what’s really remarkable isn’t just the size of that thing, or even how hard she can fuck you with it.
“It’s what’s in those big beautiful balls that’s really special. Then again, why am I telling you? You’ve already had a taste.”
“T… taste?” Tav managed to stammer, turning back to face the Sharran. Suddenly Shadowheart leaned forward, bringing her face closer to Tav’s.
“The secret ingredient in your wine wasn’t just a sleep potion, Tav. It also included a yummy sample of Karlach’s seed. I had a great deal of fun collecting it.”
“I’ll say, Fringe.” Karlach’s grin was audible. There was the sound of a bottle being unstoppered behind Tav, and then Karlach gently but firmly pushed him down and forwards so that he was lying prone again. A moment later, he felt oil being poured over the crack of his ass.
“I had to be careful not to imbibe any of it myself, of course,” continued Shadowheart. Tav craned his neck to look up at her, as she continued to rub herself more and more vigorously. “Not only does it make you extremely relaxed, horny, and suggestible, it’s also highly addictive. I gather the withdrawal symptoms can be quite uncomfortable, even after just a taste.”
Slowly, Karlach began to rub the oil between his asscheeks, being ever so careful with her clawed fingers. Tav inhaled sharply when he felt one of those fingers begin to teasingly stroke his hole itself.
“Don’t worry though. You won’t be feeling any withdrawals. You’re going to receive a large, undiluted serving of it, very soon, right from the source.”
Karlach gave a needy grunt. As she leaned over him, Tav felt her heavy cock slap against the back of his legs, smearing a warm trail of precum.
“What do you say, Tav?” Shadowheart teased. “Does Karlach have your consent to use you as a cumdump? Nod your head for yes.” She stretched out one long leg, and placed the ball and toes of one foot on Tav’s face. He marveled at the softness of her sole, just before she used her foot to push his head up and let it loll down in a crude parody of a nod.
“Wonderful! Did you see that, Karlach? Tav would like you to turn his arsehole into your personal cum toilet. What do you think?”
“I’d love to, thanks,” the tiefling replied. With sudden strength she gripped his hips and pulled him up onto his knees and elbows. Then she was not just close behind him but on top of him, her colossal body dwarfing his own, her breasts against his back, one treetrunk arm around his neck, and her thick cock sliding up between the cheeks of his ass, dribbling hot pre onto the small of his back. She licked the back of his neck.
“Last chance to back out, soldier.” This time Karlach was whispering too softly for anyone else to hear, so close to his ear that her tongue tickled him. “I won’t really do this if you object. Just tap my arm three times and we can stop here.”
We can stop. Thank Selûne, thought Tav. He wouldn’t need to feel what it was like to get taken by Karlach.
He wouldn’t get to feel what it was like to get taken by Karlach.
He felt her big breasts pressing against his back. He felt her muscled arms, impossibly strong and large, one wrapped around his neck and the other firmly gripping his waist. He felt the weight of her body, completely covering him. He felt her cock - so hot, so huge - nestling between his cheeks. His own cock, he realized, was standing straight out. It had become almost painfully hard without him realizing until now.
He didn’t tap her arm.
“Fuck yeah.” Karlach kissed the top of his head as she reared up onto her haunches behind him. “You’re a very good boy, soldier. Now try to relax, yeah? Biiiiiig stretch coming… but this is gonna feel good.”
Tav froze as he felt Karlach line the fat, blunt tip of her cock up against his hole. Then she started to push.
He opened his mouth but only wordless, strained gasps came out.
“Struggling, dear Selûnite?” Shadowheart was thoroughly enjoying herself. “Here, why don’t I help distract you?”
In a moment she had flipped around and Tav found himself staring at Shadowheart’s flawless bottom. Impossibly smooth, perfectly curved, and so pale. Like the moon, he had time to think, before several things happened that made thought impossible. One was that Karlach took a tight grip of his hair and pulled his head back, just as Shadowheart pushed her bum back and into his face. The other was that several more inches of Karlach’s cock slid inside him. The muffled noises he made in response caused both women to cackle in delight.
“Well, there goes your anal virginity, and pretty soon we can say goodbye to both your dignity and your interest in any kind of sex that doesn’t involve a huge cock up your ass. What's next, I wonder?” Shadowheart mused aloud. “Oh, I know! Why don’t we whore you out to anyone in or out of camp who wants a nice warm place to shoot their load?”
Tav gave a particularly loud cry, even with the Sharran’s ass pressed into his face, which could have been in protest or could have just been because Karlach had succeeded in pushing the rest of her cock inside him. Shadowheart decided she’d indulged him enough, and snatched her ass away, turning round again to watch the effects of Karlach bottoming out. The tiefling let go of his hair and pulled his hips flush with hers, and the front of Tav’s body collapsed utterly to the ground as he mewled and shuddered, his hands clenching and unclenching.
“You’re going to really prove your value to our little party from now on, Tav.” Shadowheart settled back down onto the cushions and carried on fingering herself. “You know I’m always looking for more… innovative ways to achieve our goals. And there are so many potential allies who could become more amenable if offered their very own free-use fucktoy for at least a night.”
Tav gazed up at her groggily, barely hearing the words. He could only really open one eye, as Karlach was now pressing one side of his face down against the rug with a meaty hand. His entire body shook and rocked back and forwards as she slammed into him again and again. At this point his asshole already felt like it had been thoroughly reshaped to fit her giant cock. A steady stream of clear fluid leaked from his own penis as it twitched and dangled untouched.
“Moonrise Towers contains several interested parties, for example,” Shadowheart continued, her fingers working busily inside her sodden knickers. “I’ve already begun discussions with Disciple Z'rell. And I’m sure that strange Oblodra woman will accept you as a consolation prize after Astarion refused to play with her. Then, speaking of drow” – and here her voice wavered, her fingers moved faster and faster, and she bit her lip – “we need a way to cement our new alliance with Minthara. The poor woman has been through so much, and she must miss having a pleasure slave terribly. You’ll be nice to her, won’t you Tav?”
“Oh he’ll be so nice.” Karlach’s voice was breathless and strained. She slowed the rhythm of her thrusts to punctuate her words, but drove her cock into Tav with even more force each time, her hips slapping hard against his bottom. “So.” SLAP. “Fucking.” SLAP. “Nice.” SLAP. “Oh gods soldier here it comes here it fucking COMES –”
“RRRRAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH!!!”
It was a true barbarian warrior’s victory roar. What Tav suddenly felt then was heat - even more heat than what was already radiating from her body where it pressed against him and the iron bar of her cock inside him. He could also feel a sudden weight – there was a molten heaviness sitting in the middle of him. To his surprise, his body responded as if showing his gratitude and appreciation. His hole spasmed and clenched down on Karlach’s dick, and a rush of semen streamed out of his little cock, so much of it at once that it almost hurt. He moaned and babbled incoherently, and Karlach rubbed his back soothingly.
The soothing was working. That was probably because the strange qualities of Karlach’s cum that Shadowheart had mentioned were taking effect. Despite the ache in many parts of his body, and the strong suspicion that his hole would never quite return to its original shape, Tav felt pretty good. Actually, he felt great. Being fucked by Karlach was great. He just needed to take a short rest, or perhaps a long one. Get some sleep, let his body recover, and he might consider doing it another time, in a couple of nights maybe.
And then Karlach started to move again inside him, slowly at first, but increasingly insistently. Her cock felt like it had barely softened, and already it was hardening once more.
Tav whined and almost pulled away, and for his troubles Karlach stuck two big clawed fingers in his mouth from either side like fishhooks, and pulled him back so he was kneeling upright as she found a new angle and pounded on his prostate emphatically.
“You didn’t think you were done already, did you, Selûnite?” asked Shadowheart. “I’m afraid that after ten years in Avernus, our fiery friend needs to work out a lot more frustration than that. And she’ll be taking it all out on you, for as long as it takes.”
“Poor fucker,” said the tiefling, giving him a couple of especially deep thrusts. “Let’s get a couple more loads in you, and that should help handle it.”
“Oh yes, I should think he won’t be complaining after that, will you Tav? You won’t be complaining about anything at all, really. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”
In reply, Tav could only gurgle and grip onto Karlach’s biceps for dear life.
***
Some time later found Tav lying between Karlach’s legs, looking up at her with lovestruck, puppy dog eyes, nursing on the cock that had changed his life.
“First the act of wickedness, then the feast,” said Shadowheart. She had discarded her underwear some time ago, and her fingers made slick sounds in her cunt (not that Tav even noticed…). “Are you enjoying your feast, Tav?”
He looked up without taking the fat head of Karlach’s cock out of his mouth, and nodded sincerely. At some point in the proceedings, Shadowheart had locked his cock away in some kind of chastity device that was very clearly Sharran in color and design, a fact that she took great pleasure in pointing out to him. The cleric had muttered some Sharran invocations and applied an Arcane Lock that would, she assured him, keep the cage in place for the foreseeable future.
Karlach, ever selfless, had insisted on immediately making sure that he could still reach climax with the cage on. This time when she had fucked him, she’d held one of his legs up so Shadowheart could watch as he spat out thick drops of cum from his cage. He wasn’t sure how he had any cum left in him, but the depth of penetration that Karlach was able to achieve while holding him like that definitely helped find whatever remained. After that, his heart felt suffused with grateful and romantic feelings for the tiefling, so he lay on his back while she ploughed him and he wrapped his legs lovingly around her waist. They’d finally kissed like this, slow and tender. Although all told, he’d probably spent less time kissing her on the mouth than he had nuzzling and worshiping her cock.
Shadowheart sighed as she watched the two of them.
“Well, honestly, I don’t even know if this counts as an act of wickedness. You both seem much happier this way.”
“I feel fucking fantastic, Fringe. Still got some of those ten years to make up for with this little guy, but this was a hell of a start.” Karlach gripped Tav’s ears and pulled him further onto her cock, until her glans was pushing against the back of his throat and he was making strangled, choking sounds. He began to turn the same shade of red as the cock he was swallowing.
“Dear me, you really think you can swallow all that cock, Tav? I think your eyes might be bigger than your tummy. Well, much as I admire your ambition - and would love to stay and see it tested, as well as your stamina - I think Karlach deserves to have you to herself for a while.” Shadowheart slipped her damp knickers back on and began gathering up her other clothes. “I have other places to be tonight, and still more people to corrupt. But I'll remember this little moment the three of us shared together fondly.”
She stood, and paused before leaving the tent.
“Now, say ‘thank you, Mistress Shadowheart!’”
“Cheers Fringe!” said Karlach with a grin.
“Hangghhlu mtthhhstufff hadowhfflt!” spluttered Tav.
Chapter 2: Suitable For Little Else - Part I
Summary:
“If I break you, it will be in the pursuit of pleasure. My pleasure. I cannot guarantee that you will die smiling, but you will at least die knowing you have been of use.”
Tav is shared with everyone's favorite dommy drow.
Notes:
Mommy Minthara's so demanding, she requires two chapters even for her first appearance. The kinks will be slightly different in each (if you're here for the futa content, we'll get there!).
In real life, consent should be enthusiastic and continuous, and not involve the misuse of the spell Dominate Person.
Chapter Text
Since the night he’d spent in Shadowheart’s tent with her and Karlach, Tav’s daily routine had changed a lot.
The biggest change was that he’d once been the de facto leader of the group each time they headed out to explore, forage, fight, or just buy supplies. Now, however, two things made that impossible. The first was that all his days began and ended the same way: with him being vigorously ass-fucked by Karlach until his hole was loose and dripping with her thick seed, and his own empty balls were squeezing pointlessly as he winced and shuddered and whined his way through another dry orgasm.
The barbarian usually dumped at least two or three loads in him before she was ready to sleep – depending on how much ale or wine she had consumed. She had moved Tav into her tent after that first night, and had soon trained him to wake her up with a sloppy blowjob, after which she would start the morning by sodomizing him before her breakfast. (His breakfast these days consisted entirely of tiefling nut.)
Apparently Karlach didn’t actually need that much sleep. Tav, on the other hand, found their new regime exhausting. He spent most of the day sleeping it off, and the rest of his time cleaning himself up, tidying Karlach and Shadowheart’s tents, washing their clothes, and polishing their weapons.
This was part of the second thing that made it impossible for him to be the group’s leader. Somehow, despite the thick and magically-reinforced walls of Shadowheart’s tent, what had happened that night was common knowledge among the rest of the party the next day. And whatever the cleric of Shar had told the group apparently also included instructions that Tav was no longer to be included in any discussions about the group’s plans. Which areas of the Shadow-Cursed Lands they were to explore next, how they planned to locate Ketheric Thorm’s mysterious relic, even their shopping for weapons and supplies – none of it was Tav’s concern anymore, apparently.
Indeed, once he’d moved into Karlach’s tent, Shadowheart had taken it upon herself to dismantle Tav’s own tent and begin re-distributing most of his belongings and equipment. Most of his armor had been sold by now, and his weapons were divided among the rest of the party. He spent his days in a light blue, slim-fitting outfit that Shadowheart had given him, although she’d said something ominous about further changes to his wardrobe being planned.
Astarion evidently found the new status quo hilarious, and would frequently spend mealtimes whispering to and fro with Shadowheart, looking in Tav’s direction, and then bursting into laughter. Both Wyll and Gale struggled to meet his eye anymore, and seemed uncomfortable whenever he was around.
He thought he’d earned a degree of respect from Lae’zel in the time since they’d met aboard the Nautiloid, but now she was treating him with even more open contempt than ever. She had added new words in Gith to those she muttered in his direction with disdain, and he was pretty sure they were all slurs. Unless Tav had imagined things, however, she had also been looking at him differently in another way. It was the same way she looked at groups of Absolute cultists while deciding how best to dismember them, the same way she looked at her dinner each evening if she deemed Gale’s cooking efforts worthy. He had made an effort to not be left alone with Lae’zel lately.
But it was Minthara who unnerved him most of all.
The newest addition to their party had taken to staring at Tav with an intensity that made Lae’zel’s occasional predatory looks seem casual and unthreatening. Minthara would lock eyes with him whenever possible, her red irises burning. If he broke his gaze by looking away or lowering his head – and he always did – then whenever he looked back he would see a satisfied smile on the drow’s face.
Even worse, she had begun touching him, unexpectedly and without invitation. At first it was just simply moving him out of the way as she passed – this did, however, apparently necessitate Minthara gripping him by the waist, or placing a hand on the small of his back. But as the days went by, her hands wandered both higher and lower: she would almost absent-mindedly grip the back of Tav’s neck, or cup one of his butt cheeks.
And then, just the other day, the group had been eating dinner at a rickety table outside the Last Light Inn. Minthara had been the last to fill a plate, and had sat down next to Tav. Before he had a chance to leave, she had casually reached down between his legs and taken a firm grip of his cage and his now-almost-always-tender balls. She said nothing at first, but slowly began to squeeze, while Tav turned bright pink. Fortunately, no one seemed to notice except Shadowheart, who smirked knowingly.
Just as Minthara’s hold on his package was becoming intolerably painful, she let go, and Tav could not help gasp in relief. Shadowheart raised an amused eyebrow.
“Good. It is as I suspected,” said Minthara, nonchalantly. “You have been somewhat brought to heel. In Menzoberranzan, this would have taken place as soon as you came of age. But I believe that with the proper reeducation, it is not too late for you.”
She turned her attention to Shadowheart.
“Very well. I accept your proposal, child. I will fight alongside you, not just to defeat Thorm, but in whatever battles lie beyond. And as for you, iblith…” Here she turned back to Tav, and snuck one hand down the back of his breeches, her fingers resting lightly just above the cleft of his ass. She spoke directly into his mind using their shared tadpole connection:
When next you find yourself alone at night, I will find you. I will drag you to my tent. And I will have you.
…
Tav told himself that this was nothing to be concerned about. After all, for better or worse, he rarely was alone at night. Karlach tended to demand his attention as soon as she returned from the day’s adventures, often while she was not only sweaty but still covered in someone or something else’s blood. And Minthara was surely not foolish enough to interrupt, or attempt to take him away from Karlach by force – the tiefling barbarian seemed, in fact, to be the person in camp Minthara respected and admired the most.
But tonight was different. As Tav stirred stew over the campfire, he looked up to see only the Nightwarden stepping into the light.
“The others have been delayed,” she said with businesslike brusqueness. “We encountered another of the pestilent Thorm family, at some form of distillery or inn. He is dead – fully dead, this time – and our companions have taken it upon themselves to celebrate by raiding the place’s cellars.” She sniffed disdainfully, and allowed herself to show an apparently genuine disappointment. “All surface wines and brews, it would seem. Not a single bottle of Ulaver among them.”
Tav did not really know what to say to this. He attempted to nod and smile politely as he hung up his ladle and began to back away from Minthara.
“It was agreed, however, by all those whose votes should count, that my evening need not be entirely lacking in spice.”
She locked eyes with Tav, grinned, and then her voice was in his mind again, a whisper and yet all-encompassing.
Impero tibi. You will follow me, now.
Tav opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. A strange numbness infused his body as Minthara turned and walked towards her tent, and he began to follow. Of course. He had assumed that “drag you to my tent” meant physically drag, but the drow was skilled in multiple spells as well as martial combat.
Minthara’s tent was down a dirt trail that led away from both the center of their camp and Last Light Inn itself – as far away as it was possible to be and still not in danger from the Shadow Curse. Tav shuddered as she led him closer to the tent’s entrance. The mushrooms and glowing crystals Minthara had somehow brought up from the Underdark since joining the camp were one thing, but the skulls piled in a basket, many still bloody, were quite another.
She saw him staring at her grisly trophies and gave a smug smile. Tav suspected that his dread was entirely part of the plan here.
“Do not fear that that is to be your fate, young Paladin. I have sworn to your betters not to do you any lasting physical harm, and nor would I wish to.” Minthara stepped towards him and took a careful grip of his chin, tilting his head this way and that as if examining a horse she might purchase. She even pushed his upper lip up with her fingers to inspect his teeth. Tav would have objected if his will was not completely subsumed by her Dominate Person spell. “It is a poor matron indeed who breaks or wears out her tools too quickly. Open your mouth.”
Tav obeyed, mindlessly. Minthara spat in his mouth.
“Now swallow. And thank me.”
He gulped it down.
“Thank you Minthara.”
She slapped him in the face. It was not a hard blow – certainly not by Minthara's standards, since Tav had seen how hard the deceptively slight woman could strike with any weapon. But the shock of it sent him reeling.
“You will call me ilharess.”
“Th-thank you, ilharess.”
“Very good, iblith. I see potential in you.” She stepped away from him and opened the flap of her tent.
“I should warn you, however…” Minthara gave one of her low, sinister, throaty chuckles. “If you step over this threshold, you will be putting yourself entirely in my power.”
She strolled back to Tav, stalking around him like a predator circling its prey.
“Karlach is a remarkable warrior. But – and this is most ironic given the nature of her actual heart – she has a soft and tender nature, still. I believe she has been far too lenient and indulgent with you, pitiful creature that you are.”
She bent to pick a skull up from the pile and examined it. Tav wondered if it had once belonged to one of the two Questioners who had tortured her in Moonrise Towers.
“Tonight, you will answer to me instead. Understand, I will show no mercy. I intend to test your limits, and the tests I set for you will be far more rigorous than those you have endured so far.”
Casually, she tossed the skull back in the pile.
“If I break you, it will be in the pursuit of pleasure. My pleasure. I cannot guarantee that you will die smiling, but you will at least die knowing you have been of use.”
Well, that settled it. This woman was terrifying. Tav wasn’t going to voluntarily step into her —
Minthara waved a hand casually, and with little effort, puppeted his legs across the threshold.
…
Minthara’s tent was much darker than either Shadowheart or Karlach kept theirs. In fact, when he first stepped in and the drow closed the door flap behind the two of them, Tav found himself in pitch blackness.
“Strip,” she commanded, her voice coming from somewhere behind him, and he began pulling off his clothes with a haste he had to assume came from her spell.
Minthara muttered some phrases in High Drow and a low blue light began to suffuse the tent, shining from glowing clusters of fungus on the walls. As Tav finished undressing, cowering slightly in shame due to his now exposed chastity cage, he saw the two main features in the Nightwarden’s tent. One was a large black armoire inlaid with webs of silver filigree. The other was a grey slab just higher than his waist that resembled an altar as much as a bed. It looked very much like it was made of stone.
Tav once again found himself asking exactly what kind of magic enabled his companions to transport so many bulky items so easily to their camp. He also wondered how such a thing could be comfortable to sleep on, before remembering that, as an elven race, drow did not need sleep.
Then Minthara stepped out of the shadows again, having somehow shed her armor in silence, and he forgot any questions.
Naked, the woman they had liberated from Moonrise Towers’ dungeons was breathtaking. Without her armor or camp clothes, her body was as beautifully curved but deadly as a ritual dagger. She looked surprisingly, enticingly soft in places, but the toned, wiry muscles in her limbs and shoulders spoke to her battle-ready athleticism. Tav could not help but stare in awe as she advanced towards him.
“Lie down.” Tav did not immediately react. Minthara took him by one arm, and steered him so that he sat on the edge of the stone slab. Then she pushed him down until he lay on his back. He grimaced at the cold, hard surface. “Your obedience will make this more enjoyable… for me.”
Minthara strolled around him where he lay, running her fingers against the stone, careful not to touch him yet.
“When we first met, in that wretched goblin encampment, you rebuffed my attempts to subjugate you. But I was not entirely myself then.”
She stepped closer, close enough to reach across Tav's head and lower her armpit until it covered his face. Feathery white hairs tickled his nose. The smell of sweat, leather, orchids, and musk overwhelmed him.
“Breathe me in, Paladin. Soon your oath will be no more than a distant memory, and servitude will be all that you know.”
Tav writhed as if he was being suffocated. When Minthara released him, he saw that she had her other hand between her legs, two fingers pressed into her cunt.
“I understand that Karlach’s seed has a potent effect on the mind and body. You will soon discover that drow bodily fluids are quite superior.”
She took the hand that was between her legs and held it in front of his face. He could see a filmy wetness on her fingers. She forced those fingers into his mouth and rubbed them on his tongue.
“You may have heard it said that surfacers crave the body of a drow like a drug. This is not a metaphor. To the human tongue, every fluid we produce is exquisite. I will feed them all to you, and they will bind you to my will.”
Tav’s head spun. He sucked on her fingers without prompting, and Minthara laughed her dark, husky laugh. Then suddenly she vaulted up onto the stone and was above him, her knees resting on his shoulders, and Tav found himself staring up at her dark asshole and wet sex, at the perfect purple curve of her buttocks.
“My spell of domination ceased to function some time ago, my Paladin. Would you like to attempt an escape?”
Later, he would tell himself that this was merely a moment of hesitation, that Minthara had dropped her undercarriage down onto his face before he had a chance to reply. But this claim was undermined by how hungrily he began to kiss and lick as soon as her lips touched his mouth.
“Stop.” He obeyed as immediately as if the spell was still working. “Stick out your tongue, and keep it stiff.”
Minthara sat up and rested her full weight on Tav’s face. His tongue went inside her and his nose pressed firmly against her asshole. She reached down and pinched his nipples, then twisted them harshly. He made unintelligible, muffled sounds.
She rode his face roughly for a while, with no thought for any discomfort his neck might have to endure. Instead, she opened her mind just enough to show him where and in which way to angle his tongue to give her the most pleasure. Her ass was gloriously soft, but she slammed it down onto Tav’s eyes with a force that made this hard to enjoy, especially given the hard stone on which he lay. He felt no doubt that he was being used exactly like a sexual toy, like an inanimate object.
“Straj!”
With a sudden cry, Minthara tensed her body, squeezing his tongue, her ass grinding his face so hard he felt sure he would crack either the stone beneath him or, more likely, his skull. Then she collapsed forward, laughing, onto all fours. Tav sucked in ragged breaths of air and took the opportunity to move his neck to the extent he could.
As if in curiosity, Minthara tapped one fingernail against his chastity cage, which was a leaky mess. She cradled his balls gently, then began to tug on them. Tav whimpered, Minthara’s quim still resting on his lips.
“Tell me, slave, do you believe you deserve relief?”
Tav didn’t even notice what she’d just called him. He was too busy nodding vigorously, his nose sliding between Minthara’s cheeks and getting wet as it rubbed against the bottom of her cunt.
“You are mistaken. There can be no respite. Your mistress was wise to lock this pathetic thing away. Better to shut off the carnal desires than indulge them. For a wretch like you, they are merely distractions.”
Tav whined and mumbled.
“Hush. There is no need for your whimpering. You will be pleased to hear that I have decided to give some attention to this most undeserving part of your anatomy.”
Tav’s ears pricked up. But he also felt decidedly uneasy. Something about Minthara’s choice of words made him uncomfortable.
With swift athleticism, she dismounted both his face and the altar. For a moment she disappeared into the shadows of her tent, while Tav lay there stunned, his face still wet, still smelling the scent of her sex on his upper lip.
“Come here, iblith.”
Chapter 3: Suitable For Little Else - Part II
Summary:
Minthara shows Tav some more about how consent and aftercare are practiced in Menzoberranzan (they aren't).
Notes:
Credit to @peonyrose and their story "A Little Change Is Always Good" for inspiring Minthara's magic ring here!
Chapter Text
Chapter 2: Suitable For Little Else - Part II
Shakily, Tav swung his legs off the stone slab, lowered his feet to the ground, and began to stagger in Minthara’s direction.
From the dark recesses of her tent, the drow dragged something on wheels out. It was essentially a pillory, but set on top of a curving wood-and-leather structure that resembled something he’d once seen acrobats stand on at the circus.
Minthara knelt down to secure some kind of brake on the thing’s wheels. When she looked up, she saw that Tav had frozen. Her voice was firm and unyielding in his brain.
I will not repeat myself. Be assured, you would not wish to show me any disobedience.
Tav stepped forward hesitantly, until he was close to the strange pillory. Still kneeling (and how striking that she could kneel in front of him, and still be so completely in control!) Minthara locked one of his ankles, then the other, in two manacles that were attached to the base of the pillory, close to the ground.
Then she stood, bent him over with a firm hand, and guided his head and arms onto the pillory. There was no need for a spell this time. Tav felt weak as a kitten, but also, the idea of resisting anything Minthara did to him no longer made sense. Not even when she closed the top half of the pillory over his neck and wrists and it locked tightly, keeping him bent at the waist.
The drow walked away from him, and Tav could not help but tilt his head up to watch her naked legs, lean muscled back, and above all the shapely ass that had recently pummeled his face.
Minthara stood in front of her black armoire, ran her hand over its decorative webs, and swung its doors open. Even from his awkward position, what Tav could see of its contents made him tremble. Hanging from hooks and mounted on stands were what looked like nothing so much as a torturer’s array of implements: whips, canes, and even a dagger, as well as several items he could not identify and… he flushed as he saw what were very clearly phalluses of different sizes and materials.
Tav had seen something very much like this set of tools at the goblin camp, when that priest of Loviatar had made him the strange offer he had refused. He was in no position to refuse anything now though.
Minthara ran her hands over various implements, perhaps considering them, or perhaps, Tav suspected, merely toying with his expectations. Certainly the idea of some of these things being used on any part of his body, let alone his caged cock and balls as she had implied, was more alarming than others. He started to protest.
“I –”
Silence, slave. Minthara’s voice was in his head again, and he realized that she must have already been peering into his mind, spying on his thoughts, his fears. Open your mouth.
Tav opened his mouth, and felt Minthara chuckle in his brain at how much he hoped for more of her spit. Instead, she turned to face him and, in deft but none too gentle movements, pushed a ball of leather into his mouth and fastened the straps attached to it behind his head. No longer able to speak, he looked up at her with doleful eyes. Minthara tutted in mock sympathy, then laughed again, out loud this time.
She turned back to her tools and considered them again for a moment. Satisfied, she selected a small wooden paddle, and showed it to Tav before stepping behind him.
At first, the paddle merely came to rest against the back of Tav’s balls, and slowly rubbed circles against them. He had been locked in his cage for so long that this kind of attention felt like stimulation. Karlach was not an entirely selfish lover, but only in the sense that she greatly enjoyed seeing how many hands-free orgasms she could wring out of Tav through sheer anal force alone. He wasn’t sure the tiefling had ever actually touched his balls, except of course for slapping her much larger, hotter nuts against them when she was taking him from behind.
He groaned through his gag. Minthara then started to pat his balls gently with the paddle, which still felt good… except that the pats were getting harder and harder. They were more like slaps now. Tav tried to protest, but all that came out was a muffled “Mmph!”
Minthara paused.
“Are you not enjoying this treatment, slave?”
“Mph mrrphht!”
She resumed her spanks.
“A pity. It is the only kind of attention your pathetic nub will receive from me. Or from anyone else, ever again, if I have my way.”
She resumed her spanking. All Tav’s wires felt crossed. His balls were so swollen and sensitive that the pain was hard to separate from a mounting pressure that felt strangely akin to pleasure. He let out strangled sounds that even he could not identify as either moans or sobs. He began to wonder if he could actually come like this.
Minthara stopped what she was doing and, with the astonishing speed he’d seen her demonstrate in battle, was in front of him in a moment, watching his face intently.
A fat tear slid from Tav’s left eye down his cheek. Minthara stuck out her tongue and licked it off him.
“Delicious. Do not be under any illusions, however. While you will learn to savor the taste of all my bodily fluids, your tears will be the only thing of yours I will imbibe. Your tears… and perhaps your blood.” She saw the fear in his eyes at this, and smiled wickedly.
Minthara stepped back to her armoire and began to peruse the other tools that hung there. She touched a couple of the phalluses carved from what looked like wood and bone, and Tav felt his heart beat a little faster. She eventually settled, however, for picking up just a ring: a simple, plain band of silver, that she slid onto the middle finger of one hand.
When she turned around again, Tav understood the ring’s purpose. Hanging between Minthara’s legs now was a cock, less thick than Karlach’s but longer, and growing thicker and longer as she stroked it to full hardness.
She stepped close to his face and lifted her dick in front of his eyes, so he could see its increasing length. She pulled the foreskin back to show him the darker purple head, and put it under his nose so he could breathe in her new smell. It made him light-headed and dizzy. She rubbed the tip against his cheek, leaving a smear of precum, and giggled in delight at the way he shivered in response.
"Perhaps you have heard of the pleasure-servants of Menzoberranzan. Weaklings, whose beauty is their only redeeming quality. Beauty… and subservience. And since you are no great beauty, iblith, I must teach you sufficient subservience.”
Minthara stepped behind Tav again, out of sight.
She ran one finger down his spine teasingly. He felt her presence in his mind again, itself like nothing so much as a penetration, like a cold hand pushing through the folds of his brain insistently.
There is no need to hide your nature from me, surface-dweller. I can see what you want. And you can see what I want. You are a catamite, and that is how I shall use you.
Into his brain she projected her view of him, locked in place in the pillory, his bare bottom exposed and sticking in the air for easy access, and her long cock pointed directly at it. Tav felt Minthara’s desire, and she felt his, flavored as it was with terror. His own real experiences started to mingle with her shared psionic sensations: he felt the Nightwarden’s breath on his neck, and then felt his own skin between his teeth as she bit him lightly there, even as he also felt the bite. He heard her mutter the words Voco arvina and then it was as if his own fingers were coated in grease, before he felt her plunge two greased fingers into his hole.
She made sure to limit the connection, though, before she lined up her cock and thrust forward into him. That was a sensation that Minthara only wanted him to experience as the recipient. For Tav, there was to be no feeling of using a cock to fuck, apparently, even if it was not his own.
But being fucked was sensation enough to deal with.
While Karlach fucked him with an overwhelming strength, squashing his prostate constantly, Minthara was more targeted, more efficient. Still using their mental connection to observe his feelings without sharing her own, she very quickly identified the precise spot to press on that produced the most intense sensation, and she alternated between aiming her cock there, and pushing it as deep into Tav as she possibly could, reaching previously untouched places that made his skin tingle and his legs shake.
As the drow fucked him, she kept up a steady narration, her voice thick with lust.
“When our party’s time together is over… when I return to Menzoberranzan in glory and retake my place … perhaps I will take you with me. Or perhaps I will merely sell you to one of the pleasure houses. Would you like that?”
Tav tried to shake his head.
“What you would like is of no consequence. You are mine, to do with or discard as I like.”
For some reason, this terrifying declaration (along with Minathara’s incredibly precise prostate-bullying) brought Tav right to the edge of orgasm. He began to groan loudly –
– and stopped, as she froze utterly still and used their shared connection to silence every nerve in his body.
Slowly, oh so slowly and carefully, Minthara pulled her cock out of him, doing so in a way that caused him as little stimulation as possible.
“Mnnth!,” Tav pleaded through the gag. “Mnnh mh mnnff meefth!”
“Hush.” She walked back in front of him, stroking her dick, almost taunting him with it. “As I said, you have no doubt grown accustomed to generous and indulgent treatment. But a pleasure slave is not so named because he tends to his own pleasure. Quite the opposite.”
She continued to circle him, and then, without warning, entered him again, quickly and roughly.
“You will learn to value a matron’s pleasure alone. You will learn… or you will break.”
Time lost all meaning. Minthara fucked him until he was sure that this time, this time he was going to spill his seed through his cage… and each time, she deprived him. Whenever she poured her voice into his mind, he begged and begged and begged for release, until she laughed and shot her own seed deep inside of him, or simply pulled out and slapped her cock against his ass mockingly.
Once, he called her by her name while she was in his mind, pleaseMintharapleaseletmecomepleaseplease, and with a snarl she pulled out of him, strode to the armoire, and grabbed a cane. Then came the pain: she struck him just half a dozen times, across the back of his legs, but each one was a white-hot line cutting across his skin. That brought more tears, and she licked them all up, running her tongue all over his face. The hunger with which she consumed his tears was one of the few times Minthara seemed anything other than in complete control, even as she brought herself to orgasm again and again.
When she finally released him from the pillory, Tav almost collapsed to the floor. Instead, Minthara caught him in her deceptively slender arms and lowered him slowly, until he was sitting against the stone slab on which she’d rode his face. Then she settled down until she was seated across his thighs, and draped her arms around his neck. She undid the buckles around his head and took the gag from his mouth. Tav coughed and drooled and moved his jaw gingerly.
It was strange to have Minthara sit in his lap like this. Karlach was so much bigger than Tav, that it only made sense for her to manhandle him however she pleased, to bend him this way and that and hold him down. There was something perverse about the fact that Minthara was smaller than him, but had asserted her dominance over him even more completely, both physically and mentally.
But Tav had little time to dwell on that. Minthara’s naked body was slick with sweat, and as her skin pressed against his, the unique properties of drow pheromones of which she’d boasted continued to have an effect. Her right thigh pressed against his cage, and it was torture indeed.
Minthara wiped sweat from her breasts with one hand and then pushed all the fingers of that hand into his mouth. He licked and sucked compliantly and felt even more of his sense of self disappear. She stared into his eyes, but he could barely focus in response.
“Do you love me, slave?”
She removed her fingers from his mouth so that he could answer. Tav’s brain felt completely empty.
“Yes… I love you, ilharess.”
Minthara smiled in satisfaction. Tav searched her expression for any sign of tenderness or affection. Then she spat in his eyes. He spluttered and shook. His cage felt like it had been struck by lightning.
“You are not even a person to me. You are a thing. Now lie down once more, and prepare to taste your own ass.”
…
In fact, Tav did not have much time to taste his own ass. This was because once Minthara had positioned his head at the angle she wanted it, and climbed up above him once more, she had forced her cock so far down his throat that he was licking her pubic hair.
Choke it down, slave. Her voice in his mind was all-encompassing.
From now on, your mind is no longer private. All your thoughts, all your secrets, are mine to plunder, whenever the mood strikes me.
She reached under his hopelessly swollen balls and jammed three fingers into his gaping asshole, still leaking her cum. She pulled and pushed her cock back and forth in his throat, carelessly bruising his uvula.
These holes are no longer private, either. They are also mine, to use however I wish. Every part of you is mine.
*Glck. Gluck. Glahck* went Minthara’s cock in Tav’s throat. Her balls slapped against his nose again and again.
You will never reach climax when you are with me. You will no longer care, because the pleasure of your betters will be your only concern. Do you understand?
*Hrlllk. Glerk. Splck.* A frothy mix of salvia and precum leaked out of Tav’s mouth. There was no way for him to answer out loud, but he pledged his complete submission to Minthara through their shared mental link, and he felt the warm glow of her satisfaction.
Good. Now swallow my seed, you worthless whore.
Her muscled thighs clammed onto either side of his head. She pushed her cock as far down his throat as it could fit, and it swelled before pumping a torrent of cum into Tav’s stomach.
More tears streamed out of Tav’s eyes and rolled down the side of his head. But this time, Minthara didn’t seem to notice.
…
It was after dawn when Karlach stumbled back into the camp, although in the Shadow-Cursed Lands that made very little difference in terms of available light.
“Bloody Ravengard,” the tiefling muttered as she almost tripped over for the second or third time, doing her best to tiptoe, despite the fact that stealth was not her strong suit even when she was sober. Which she was very much not. “S’gonna end up killing me after all, through fucking alcohol poisoning…”
As she reached her tent, the barbarian bumped into something and almost tripped again. Looking down in the torchlight, she saw a familiar, naked, human form.
Tav was hogtied in front of the entrance to her tent. The backs of his legs and thighs were criss-crossed with thin red welts. Scratches across his back and shoulders suggested the work of drow fingernails. He had various slightly mysterious bruises. And between his ass cheeks, there was now visible a gleaming amethyst jewel, at the base of something that was stuffed deep inside him. Despite how uncomfortable this position looked, he seemed peacefully asleep. Or at least unconscious.
On his back, there was a neatly folded slip of paper. Karlach picked it up, unfolded it, and, swaying a little, squinted to read Minthara’s elegant handwriting.
“For fuck’s sake, Minty…” Briefly, Karlach glanced around, as if looking for the Nightwarden or contemplating heading to find her and give a firm lecture about how to treat other people’s stuff.
But then she simply sighed, shrugged, picked Tav up by the spidery ropes that bound him, and carried him into her tent.
Chapter 4: Mere Meat - Part I
Summary:
Tav spends some time with Disciple Z’rell. And her dick. Don't worry, it's all part of Shadowheart's plan!
Chapter Text
On the battlements of Moonrise Towers, Disciple Z’rell gazed out across the Chionthar. In the perpetual twilight of the Shadow-Cursed Lands, its waters were pitch black. Nothing swam in this stretch of the river that wasn’t undead or corrupted.
It was a testament to the power of Ketheric Thorm, power that Z’rell knew was even greater now that the general served not Shar, but the Absolute. To the west, she knew that the river’s waters teemed with life again as it raced towards the sea. This was the limit of the Shadow Curse’s reach. But the Absolute would soon stretch Her love across not just the entire Sword Coast, but all of Fae’run, all Toril, and across all realms and planes.
Until then, though, neither the Absolute’s love, nor her fur-trimmed cloak, was enough to stop Z’rell from shivering as a cold wind blew across the battlements. She strode back into the castle.
The walls gave their usual creaks and groans and wails, far beyond anything that could be explained by aging timber or wind whistling through stones. The half-orc warlock paid the noises no mind. She knew these sounds were holy, a choir singing the eternal praises of the Absolute.
In her study, logs burned in a fireplace – timber brought in from outside the Shadow-Cursed Lands, since the twisted, corrupted wood here gave so little heat when burned. Z’rell leaned over her desk and studied the invasion plans for Baldur’s Gate. It would not be long now. As soon as they had resolved this business with his pompous pet necromancer, General Thorm would give the order to march on the city, she was sure of it. A thrill ran through her at the prospect of finally bringing the Absolute’s glory to that dismal metropolis.
There was a knock at the door.
“Enter.”
Adept Mola opened the door, and Z’rell acknowledged him with a nod. All the races of Fae’run were as one in the embrace of the Absolute, but it was still easiest to get along with other half-orcs.
“Delivery for you, ma’am. It was left by the back door, near the kitchens. We haven’t opened it, as per instructions.”
Z’rell wrinkled her nose.
“Linsella’s piss-stained pets better not have got their stink on it. Very well. Bring it in.”
Mola stepped back out of the room for a moment, and returned bearing a large chest. He set it down with a grunt.
Z’rell had been expecting this. She allowed herself a smile.
“That will be all, Adept. No need to maintain a watch on this floor tonight. Praise the Absolute.”
“In Her name.” Mola gave a stiff half-bow and hurried out of the room.
Z’rell waited until she heard his steps descending the stairs. Then she quickly strode to each door of her study in turn, and made sure each was securely locked.
Satisfied, she approached the chest, and slipped a strangely carved gold key out of her leather armor. She bent down, unlocked, and opened the chest.
Inside, as promised in the communique she’d received from the Sharran Cleric along with that key, was the human male.
Disciple Z’rell grinned.
***
Tav had not been excited about this plan, but it seemed as if he had little say in the matter.
“Honestly, I don’t see what you’re making such a fuss about,” Shadowheart had said, as she stood behind him in the ruins of the Reithwin Tollhouse, the party preparing to set out on the night’s mission. As Tav’s hair had grown longer, the cleric had taken an interest in styling it. Obviously it was still far from her own impressive braid, but her handiwork grew more intricate all the time.
Tav wasn’t sure how he felt about how it looked. But he couldn’t really argue with the results, in terms of the passion it inspired in Karlach. It wasn’t just that the braid provided a convenient way for her to grab his head during sex. His new look also seemed to inspire treatment in the tiefling that he would almost describe as chivalrous. Even Minthara seemed to treat him with slightly less cruelty.
Although right now she was giving him a contemptuous glare, even less sympathetic to his misgivings than Shadowheart.
“It is quite simple,” said the drow tersely. “We need Disciple Z’rell to be… otherwise occupied while we dispose of Balthazar and secure this relic. While Z’rell may claim to have no way to monitor events in this ‘Gauntlet of Shar,’ I do not intend to leave anything to chance.”
“Precisely.” Shadowheart gave Tav’s hair a tight jerk as she finished his short braid, then stepped around to face him. “We need her distracted, and I happen to know she finds you” – she poked Tav’s bare chest with a finger – “very distracting indeed.” She smiled and her eyes twinkled with mischief. “Especially dressed like this.”
Tav shivered and blushed. Somewhere, somehow, Shadowheart had located a pair of extremely tight, high-waisted pants made of faded black leather, with a wide matching collar that he struggled to see the point of, since it covered most of his neck but none of his shoulders or torso. The whole ensemble only got tighter when various binding straps and buckles had been secured, and it clung to Tav’s skin uncomfortably, creaking just the slightest bit when he moved.
“And the outfit… is it really necessary?” Tav asked.
“Aw, I think you look nice, soldier!” said Karlach, who was rooting through the abandoned crates and chests strewn around the tollhouse’s ground floor to find one large and sturdy enough.
Minthara chuckled. “Indeed. Your garments are most suitable for the task at hand. I could hardly have picked better from the Duthcloim Bazaar.” The drow spoke her next words only to Tav, via tadpole telepathy:
Were it up to me, however, you would be naked, as a pleasure-slave of your lowly rank should remain at all times. I suggest you make no more complaints.
Tav shivered again, but not from cold.
“All right, I think this one ought to do it.” Karlach easily hefted a large chest with one hand and carried it over, setting it down in front of the rest of the group. “Remind me how this works again, Fringe?”
Shadowheart knelt and opened the chest.
“I’ll be using an Arcane Lock that can only be opened with a key that has been bonded to that spell. I’ve already made sure that Disciple Z’rell has this key.”
Tav peered skeptically into the chest. It looked neither clean, comfortable, or large.
“Don’t worry, soldier.” Karlach placed a reassuring warm hand on his bare shoulder. “You won’t be in there for long, and I’ll be carrying you almost the whole time.”
“And then when you get out, you’ll be in no danger,” Shadowheart chimed in cheerfully. “There’s no way that Disciple Z’rell will find you anything other than bewitching!”
But it was Minthara who spoke the loudest, in his mind.
Get. In.
***
“Well, well.”
Ketheric’s half-orc lieutenant was surprisingly gentle as she helped Tav clamber out of the chest. He had to lean on her a little as the feeling returned to various body parts. He stretched his limbs and rolled his neck, and Z’rell watched him, looking him up and down. He saw the glint in her eye.
“I must say, I prefer this look on you, True Soul.” Tav detected a note of mockery in her tone, particularly the way in which she said his not-exactly-accurate title. Z’rell laid a hand on the edge of his collar. “I might hardly recognize you as the uptight Paladin who urged me to show mercy during Minthara’s trial.”
The warlock put her hand around his collared throat. Tav swallowed hard.
“And then you snuck her out of the very dungeons below us, didn’t you? Defying General Thorm’s edict. I really ought to punish you…”
Tav was frozen in terror. He wondered how long he would last if he tried to fight Z’rell with no weapons, no armor, and not much recollection of how to fight at all.
“...but I’ll admit, I’m curious to know why you did such a thing. Let's take a closer look.”
She invaded his mind casually and with ease. Tav had become used to this sort of treatment from Minthara by now, and the damage the drow had done to his mental defenses seemed like it might be permanent. When a superior, stronger mind asserted its presence in his own brain, his impulse was to prostrate himself mentally and offer up his thoughts and memories for examination.
It was thoughts about Minthara that Z’rell was looking for. But instead of seeing what had motivated Tav to break the drow out of Moonrise Towers (and to be honest, he seemed to remember that it had mostly been Shadowheart’s idea), the Absolute’s Disciple was distracted by more recent memories of Minthara. Specifically, how she had used and abused Tav’s body and mind.
“How curious. I've only ever known Minthara to moan with pleasure when somebody's losing a limb. Yet she left you almost entirely intact. She must have liked you.”
Tav shuddered as Z’rell delved further into his memories, now turning her attention to his relationship with Karlach. He could feel the warlock’s lust flaring as she reviewed the many ass-fuckings he’d received from the tiefling.
“My my, it seems that barbarian has shown quite the imagination in using you so thoroughly. I’ll admit, I didn’t think she had it in her.”
Z’rell let go of his neck and severed her connection with his mind so abruptly that Tav almost fell to his knees.
“It seems you’ve been well trained in a new vocation since we last saw each other, True Soul.” She stepped away from him, undid the silver clasp in the shape of the Absolute’s mark, and shrugged out of her fur-lined mantle, which she then draped over the back of the chair behind her desk. She dragged the chair out into the middle of the room before settling into it. “Why don’t you show me what you’ve learned?”
The invitation, which was really more like an order, hung in the air between them. Tav remembered the last words Minthara had spoke into his mind, when he was already sealed inside the chest and being carried across the bridge of Moonrise Towers:
You will do whatever Z’rell demands of you. She may use you however she wishes. Refuse her nothing. Fail in this… and I shall be most displeased.
Z’rell raised an eyebrow.
“I’m waiting. And I’m not a patient woman. We're preparing for war, so I can only spare a little time for you.”
Tav felt her presence in his head again. She gripped his mind, squeezing until his vision blurred with pain.
“You’d be wise to stay on my good side. In other words: obey.”
Slowly, Tav sank to his knees in front of the half-orc. He crawled forward, and she grunted in approval, spreading her legs wide so he could move between them. When he rested a hand on one of her thighs, he could feel the tautness of her bulging muscles through the leather.
And it wasn’t just her muscles that were bulging. Tav could see the growing curve between her legs. The unmistakable shape of a swelling cock. A very big one.
“Go on. Take it out.”
With trembling hands, Tav undid the clasp of her belt and the button that secured a flap at the front of her leather breeches. When he opened the flap, her cock had already spilled out of the fabric pouch of her underwear, and it rose to full hardness as if greeting him. It was an immense, dark green column, capped with an even darker mushroom head.
Tav swallowed, and Disciple Z’rell chuckled in response.
“Have you never been with a half-orc before, True Soul?”
Tav shook his head.
“Tell me, and be honest: is this the biggest cock you’ve ever seen?”
He felt almost disloyal admitting it, but still Tav nodded. It was huge. At least as long as Minthara’s magic dick, and much, much girthier, which meant that Z’rell was bigger than Karlach, who was herself no slouch in that department at all.
Tav found himself moving nearer. It was as if Z’rell’s cock had its own gravity. He was surprised at how clean she smelled, and then chided himself for indulging in such a stereotypical thought about someone with orcish blood.
His mouth hung open slightly. He leaned forward, getting closer and closer, and then –
“Wait.”
Tav looked up uncertainly, past the enormous green dick, at Z’rell’s amused face.
“I want you to ask for my permission.”
“Wuh… what?"
“Say, ‘may I please kiss your cock, Disciple Z’rell?’”
Tav’s immediate reaction was rebellion. Of course he wasn’t going to ask permission to – he hadn’t even been thinking of doing anything! And this wasn’t something he wanted to do, was it? It would be one thing for Disciple Z’rell to command or even ask him to do something as humiliating as peppering her fat cock head with little kisses, to choose just one example and definitely not something that was on Tav’s mind.
Refuse her nothing, Minthara had said.
“May I… may I please kiss your cock, Disciple Z’rell?”
She grinned toothily.
“My, you’re a desperate one. By all means, True Soul.”
Tav closed his eyes and planted a gentle smooch on the head of Z’rell’s dick, right where the slit ended. The skin was soft and warm.
A drop of clear liquid oozed out of the slit. Tav started to stick his tongue out, then thought better of it. He looked up to see Z’rell watching him.
“That’s right. Ask.”
“May I… may I taste your pre-cum, Disciple Z’rell?”
She raised an expectant eyebrow.
“...Please?”
“Mmm, go ahead. But keep those pretty eyes open while you do it.”
Carefully, Tav maintained eye contact as he lowered his head and extended his tongue further. He licked up the glob of pre-cum. It was sweet but also bitter. He wanted to taste it again. As if obliging him, Disciple Z’rell’s cock leaked out more, and he licked that up too.
“Now. I want you to bathe my cock with your tongue, True Soul. I want you to lick all of it. If any part of this” – she gripped her dick and waved it in front of his face – “goes untouched by your tongue, you will have failed me. And it’s not a good idea to fail me.”
Tav began his task. Even at its narrowest point, the shaft of Z’rell’s cock was wider than his tongue, so it was slow work. Over and over again, he licked up from the base to the dark head. The more he licked, the more she leaked pre-cum. It ran down her cock in thin rivulets, and Tav collected it with his tongue.
Eventually, Z’rell gave a sound somewhere between a quiet moan and a growl, and grabbed the top of his head, holding him still. With the other hand, she gripped the base of her cock, and traced the tip in a messy zigzag across his face, leaving a slimy trail.
“Nnnnfff… very good, True Soul. But there’s more work for you yet. Put my balls in your mouth. One by one.”
Tav obeyed. With his nose pressed between her cock and her nutsack, the smell of Z’rell’s musk was stronger. Gently, he took turns sucking on the throbbing orbs wrapped in hairy, wrinkled skin. He tried to remember what it had been like to be the sort of person who would find this unpleasant or humiliating. Maybe he never really had been.
“Do you know where this enormous cock is going soon?”
Tav looked up, then looked away and squirmed.
“Look at me. Where is this cock going?”
He met her gaze, blushing.
“In… inside me.” It was almost a whisper.
“Be specific. Where?” Z’rell slapped her cock against his face a few times.
“Up… up my ass.”
“That’s right. I’m going to put it right up your ass, and… actually, no.” She grinned wickedly. “I think you should put it up there, True Soul. You can show me how much you want it.”
Tav started getting to his feet, uncertain. Z’rell snorted in derision, and gave him a shove that sent him falling backwards.
“Start by showing me that ass.”
Chapter 5: Mere Meat - Part II
Summary:
Disciple Z'rell tests Tav's loyalty to his friends, not to mention some of his other limits.
Chapter Text
Tav turned around, clumsily undid his own trousers, and began sliding them down. They stuck to his skin not just because of tightness or sweat, but also because of how much he had leaked out of his chastity cage. As he finished pulling them off, he found himself sinking to his knees again in front of Disciple Z’rell, but this time facing away. It seemed only natural to lean forward, his forehead touching the cold stone floor, and lift up his hips in invitation.
“Acceptable, but I need to see more. Show me.”
The last two words were accompanied by a blast of mental energy. Tav shivered and reached backwards to pull his cheeks open.
“My, my. Isn’t that an interesting place to find such a jewel?”
It was only now that Tav remembered the buttplug, with its amethyst decoration, that Minthara had inserted at the end of their first night together. He wore it now whenever he wasn’t getting fucked. He’d become so used to the constant pressure it exerted on his prostate and the sense of fullness, that he frequently forgot it was there. It probably did have the effect of making him more horny and distracted and submissive all the time, as he vaguely knew was intended. Then again, he was becoming more and more like that every day anyway, for one reason or another.
He heard a creak as Z’rell sat forward in her chair, and then he gasped as he felt her place one hand on his hip and grip the base of the plug with the other. Slowly she began to pull, with a practiced twisting motion that pressed the thickest part of the plug against his prostate even as it slid out.
As the plug popped out, Tav felt cool air in the most vulnerable place imaginable, and also an emptiness that was increasingly unfamiliar.
“What a succulent sight. But I imagine you feel as if something is missing, now.”
Tav turned his head and looked back at the half-orc. She had found a bottle of grease somewhere, and was now rubbing it over her cock with both hands.
“Come on. Come here. Just do what feels natural, True Soul. Let the Absolute guide you.”
Hesitantly at first, Tav pushed himself up onto his elbows and began to crawl backwards. He did not dare turn his head around again. It was as though, if he didn’t actually look at what he was doing, it was somehow less demeaning and perverted.
But as he backed up far enough that his waist was between Z’rell’s knees, as he lifted his hips higher and felt that massive column come to rest between the cheeks of his arse, he realized he was kidding himself. There was no denying what he was doing, or what it said about him. This was by far the most wanton and lascivious thing he’d ever done, and he was choosing to do it.
So Tav did what felt natural. He rubbed his hole, still slightly gaping from the plug, against the head of Disciple Z’rell’s cock. He felt just how ridiculously big it was. And then he pushed back harder, pressing, and felt the rim of his hole beginning to stretch around her.
“Wait… there’s just one more thing first.”
Tav stopped grinding and pushing, and looked at her in confusion.
“What's the point in power if you don't get to have a little fun every now and again?” She extended one hand towards the door opposite where she was sitting. “Pulso.”
There was the sound of something unlocking and unlatching, and the door swung open. A loud gust of wind followed it. Tav realized this must be the door out to a balcony or battlement.
“The door is open. Your compatriots may have abandoned you to me, but I’m a reasonable woman. I’m not a monster. You can leave, if you so choose.”
She nodded towards the open door. Still on his hands and knees, still naked except for the leather collar, Tav began to crawl towards it.
“But… if you do that, you won’t get any of this.”
Tav looked back at the frankly ridiculous member that the orc held in both hands.
He looked at the open door.
He looked back at Disciple Z’rell, and her cock. She waved it at him hypnotically, and raised a scarred eyebrow.
“Why don’t you come sit in my lap?”
Tav started to crawl backwards again. The door slammed shut. When he reached Z’rell this time, she tutted, and grabbed him by his waist. She lifted him up so that his knees were balanced precariously on her thighs, and her gargantuan cock head was once again pressed against his hole. Tav swallowed hard.
“Good boy. This is where you belong. About to impale yourself on me.”
Z’rell slid her hands up to his chest and pinched his nipples. True to her promise, she didn’t try to pull him down yet. Instead, she let Tav do the work. Gravity was not much help: even with all the lubrication, he had to actively push down, in order to achieve the goal of squeezing something very large into a hole that was still relatively small.
Eventually, Tav’s efforts were rewarded. His ring gave up all resistance and let itself be stretched open wide enough to let the enormous curved crown of that dick inside. After a slow beginning, his asshole seemed to swallow the head up all at once, like it was hungry. Both Tav and Disciple Z’rell let out a long, drawn-out sigh as it happened, their sounds and their bodies perfectly synchronized for a moment.
Tav began breathing very quickly. He continued to lower himself carefully downwards. As he did, Z’rell’s hands came to rest on his hips, and she finally took over, pulling him down faster than he would have liked.
“Mmmm… your memories of being used were invigorating, True Soul. But isn’t this better? I can tell you hunger for greater delights deep down. You long to be touched in a way only a woman like myself can provide.”
Tav couldn’t stop gasping. There was just no way his body was meant to take such a large insertion and be stretched this much. Z’rell’s cock was so girthy at every point that there was no relief at all, even as he sank further down. Instead the overwhelming fullness just moved further up his body in turn.
“Does it hurt?” Tav nodded. “You can take it. Pain, pleasure – all a matter of perspective. Here, let me show you…” Her presence filled his mind, caressing, stroking, kissing, and the pain from his stretched sphincter was gone. Then, just as suddenly, he felt other kinds of pain: clawing, biting, cutting. That was a distraction, of sorts.
“The Absolute gave me the power to delight with a thought - or to kill.”
Z’rell took the psychic pain away and instead Tav gave a long and silent, choking groan as he finished his descent down the length of her dick, his thighs resting on top of hers. His mouth opened and closed like a fish and he would have flopped about like one too, had she not kept a firm grip on him. When she got tired of playing with his increasingly sore nipples, she took a tight hold of his hips and began to raise him up, before yanking him back down again. Tav yelped, but apparently that only encouraged her to do it again.
“I have seventeen husbands scattered across the Coast's shores,” Z’rell told him as she nuzzled against his neck, rubbing her tusks roughly against his skin. “None of them can even remember their own names anymore. All they ever think about is cock. Ideally mine, but when I’m not there, they’ll take whatever they can get.”
Tav was in the middle of realizing how they got that way. He found himself leaning backwards against Z’rell, reaching his arms up to wrap around her neck, and craning his head round for a kiss. She obliged, and her lips were surprisingly soft, despite the tusks. She looked him in the eye and murmured:
“I’m going to break you in half."
And then the fucking really began.
***
Tav had already lost count of how many squealing anal orgasms he’d had by the time Disciple Z’rell asked:
“Why don’t you tell me what Minthara and that scheming cleric of Shar are really up to?”
Part of the reason he’d lost count of how many times he’d come was that he could no longer remember how to count past three, and it took him a while to remember how to speak, too. While he was still figuring out how to do that, the warlock continued.
“You see, I don’t think your friends would have bothered serving up such a nice distraction for me if they were really going to assist Balthazar in retrieving the General’s relic. So, I’ll ask again: What’s their real plan?”
“Why… why would I tell…”
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to pull my cock out of you, and send you on your way. And you’ll never get to feel this again.”
She let that threat hang in the air while still bouncing Tav up and down in her lap. Up and down, up and down, each time stretching his hole tightly and crushing his prostate. Long strands of cum dripped out of his cage.
“But if you do tell me, I’ll give you all the cock you could ever possibly want. I’ll make you the bedwarmer for half the Absolute’s army. I’ll let full-blooded orcs have a turn with you. Let gnolls stick their disgusting knotted cocks in you. Do you like the sound of that?”
Bounce, bounce, bounce. Z’rell turned Tav’s head toward her by pulling on his braid. He could barely process what she had said. But “more cock” sounded good, so he just nodded stupidly. She gave him a hard slap on one ass cheek.
“So tell me. What are your little friends planning?”
Tav’s tongue felt thick and numb in his mouth. His brain felt like mush. When Minthara tortured him, she did it by denying him any orgasms while she used his body to give herself multiple very loud ones. Z’rell had done the opposite, but it seemed to have achieved the same result.
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
There was a reason why Tav wasn’t supposed to tell her what he knew about Shadowheart’s plan. He was pretty sure it was an important reason. It was just very hard to think about anything other than the cock he was spread around right now.
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
“Oh gods…”
“It’s okay. Be a good boy. Think about how good this feels. And tell me.”
Tav couldn’t remember why he wasn’t supposed to tell her.
“They… they’re going to kuh… kill B-b-balthazar…”
“Hmm. Usually that barely slows him down. But go on. Then what?”
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
“P-pass the trials of Shar… and enter the… nnnggghhh… enter the Shadow… Shadowfell…”
“Interesting. And what are they hoping to do there?”
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
“D-destroy the… oh gods… the r-r-relic…”
“Good boy.” Z’rell gave him an especially deep thrust and stayed there, bottomed out, absolutely flattening his prostate. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” She reached around, took a firm grasp on each of Tav’s nipples, and stretched them out as far as she could. “Betraying your friends for some half-orc cock like the treacherous whore you are.”
Tav wailed loudly. This time, he came so hard he blacked out.
***
Tav woke up on Disciple Z’rell’s desk to find she had just finished fucking him, and had finally come. She pulled out of him, and her cum began to gush out immediately. She tutted as it splashed on the floor.
He tried to sit up, and realized that while he was unconscious, she’d bound his arms behind his back with strong rope.
“Well. This was supposed to be a one-off… but I think I’ll keep you. I get bored of people awfully quickly. But so far, you’re holding my interest.”
Z’rell took hold of Tav’s hips and turned him over onto his stomach, then gripped one of his ass cheeks with a strong hand, squeezing it as if she was still appraising him. He knew he should be alarmed by what she’d just said, but he lay there too exhausted to move, the last of her cum dribbling out of his widely stretched hole, which had not even begun to close.
“I’d say I’d have to renegotiate my agreement with your cleric, but she’ll be extremely dead soon. Just like the rest of your friends.”
That was enough to permeate Tav’s fucked-out haze. He had to get out here. He had to warn the others –
Z’rell put her hand on the small of his back. At the same time, a wave of psychic energy washed over his brain, at first shocking him with pain, then overwhelming with pleasure, and finally just rendering his entire body numb and immobile. He could barely mewl.
“Don’t worry, I’m a woman of my word. I promised to share you with the ogres and the gnolls, and I will. After all, I’ll be very busy.” Tav’s pulse raced and his heart strained as he imagined his grim fate. Z’rell was clearly also imagining it too, although with less fear and more lust. “A pity I won’t be there throughout. I think I’d enjoy watching you struggle and beg some more.”
She stepped over to the fireplace, and drew something out that had been resting in the fire.
“But I'll enjoy the memory of this moment."
With great effort, Tav craned his head until he could see what Z’rell was holding. It was an iron rod with a flat hand-shaped end that glowed red. A chill ran down Tav’s spine as he recognized it.
The brand of the Absolute. There had been some discussion when they’d encountered Priestess Gut as to whether it was worth one of the party receiving the brand, in order to better infiltrate the Cult of the Absolute, but – back when Tav had a say in such decisions – he had agreed with Shadowheart and Astarion that getting one’s flesh permanently seared with a strange mystical symbol was not a good idea.
But now here he was, tied up and incapacitated in several other ways.
“W-wait…”
“Sssh, shhh.” Z’rell patted him on the rump reassuringly. “If your behavior tonight is any indication, you’ll enjoy being a pillow-warmer for the Absolute’s army.”
The brand came closer to Tav’s skin and he felt its heat. He squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for the pain.
KERRAACCCHHH!!!
The door to Z’rell’s study shattered in two, caving inwards, and one half flew across the room. Z’rell barely had time to look up and curse before Faithbreaker, the warhammer that had belonged to Dror Ragzlin before Karlach took it from his corpse, caught the half-orc full in the chest and sent her crashing to the ground.
Flaming arrows and radiant bolts shot past Karlach and Shadowheart’s heads as they ran into the room. Karlach went straight at Disciple Z’rell, catching the hammer as it magically flew back to her hands, and then smashing it against the half-orc’s torso and head repeatedly. Meanwhile the cleric hurriedly checked Tav for injuries, her hands glowing with healing magic.
“Te curo.” Tav felt his exhausted muscles freshen. His gaping, ruined hole began to close somewhat.
“Th-thought you were in the… Shadowfell…”
“Well, yes. Of course you did.” Shadowheart looked at him somewhat pityingly. “We had to tell you that so you’d tell Z’rell when she inevitably broke you on her huge orc dick. But in fact, we were coming here to kill her and some key members of the Absolute’s army first.” She said it as if her plan had been the most obvious thing in the world.
“So… you’re n-not… not going to the Shadowfell?”
“Well, we are now. I know it’s difficult when you’re basically a walking sex toy who only thinks about getting fucked, but try to pay a little more attention, will you?”
“All right, Fringe, no need to be rude. Hey soldier!” With a grunt, Karlach swung him up and over one shoulder. Tav was so busy feeling relieved, he didn’t care that she was holding him there by his naked bottom and that nobody had untied him yet.
“Time to go, magic man!” bellowed the barbarian, and a moment later a shimmering portal appeared within the room, with Gale and Minthara visible on the other side. The drow had twin hand crossbows at the head, and immediately started a cascade of poison-tipped arrows that found their mark in the Absolute zealots who were now rushing into the room.
Shadowheart leapt through the portal, and a moment later Karlach followed. Tav suddenly found himself in the ominous stillness of the Gauntlet of Shar. The din of the Absolute’s forces was fading as the portal began to close behind them.
Through the gap that remained, he saw Disciple Z’rell struggling to her feet, her bloodied face contorted in fury, multiple arrows sticking out of her torso. But she was too late. Before the portal closed, there was enough room for Minthara to hurl a smokepowder bomb through it, right at Z’rell’s face, while screaming something about having her revenge.
The sound of the subsequent blast was cut off as the portal vanished. Tav couldn’t help but feel a little bad for Z’rell, despite how harshly she’d been planning to treat him.
But not that bad.
Chapter 6: In Service of the Night - Part I
Summary:
In the heart of the Shadowfell, Shadowheart finds a unique third solution to Lady Shar's final trial. Tav gets firsthand knowledge of the stamina of githyanki warriors, and the skill of their craftsmen when it comes to making weird stuff out of mind flayer technology.
Notes:
A fair amount of plot to begin this one, but don't worry, it gets to Lae'zel and her very weird strap-on eventually.
Chapter Text
When Tav first awoke in the Shadowfell, he was surprised to realize he was still alive.
He had not wanted to go in the first place, but Shadowheart insisted that, once again, he was a crucial member of the team for this mission. He was apparently not so crucial, however, that he needed to be provided with new clothes, let alone armor. Naked in the deep underground room that was the Verge of the Shadows, lit by candles that provided an eerie light but no heat, Tav would have been cold indeed, had Karlach not held him close, the infernal warmth of her engine and body radiating through her clothes.
Even so, the chilly blue light of the pool that formed the entrance to the Shadowfell had hardly looked appealing.
“It’ll be fine, soldier,” Karlach had reassured him. “Mama K’s got you.”
For their incursion into Shar’s domain, Shadowheart had sent Gale back to camp, and he was replaced by Lae’zel, scowling as usual when she stepped through a portal.
“This is the last step,” Shadowheart had announced, sinking to her knees. “I need to pray. Only by Lady Shar’s grace did we make it this far.”
“Chk,” Lae’zel had grumbled with typical impatience. “There will be time for prayer later.” But she had waited all the same until the cleric rose to her feet.
“Just a show of respect. Trust me, you wouldn’t want to displease my Lady. Not here.”
And then they had descended, one by one, into that unnervingly clear yet viscous water. Shadowheart had gone first, followed by Minthara and the githyanki, with Karlach bringing up the rear, and Tav just in front of the tiefling, who had kept one hand on his shoulder until he was shoulder-deep in the pool. But as Tav had stepped into the silent water, a foreign dread traveled through him. It curled its way up his leg, squeezing tight, and the next thing he knew he had seemed to be entirely alone, entirely submerged, with no companions in sight and no hope of swimming to the surface.
He had, as far as he could tell, drowned. Someone had once told him that was a good way to go, as deaths went, but that had not been Tav’s experience this time.
When he regained consciousness, he found himself lying again on cold stone, but this time he was aware of a strange lightness running through his body.
There was a constant roar like the sound of rushing winds, and a steady rumble of thunder beneath that. The floating rocky platforms reminded Tav somewhat of the Astral Plane where he had conversed with the mysterious Dream Visitor, but instead of glittering stars and swirling nebula clouds, here there was nothing but endless dark, occasionally lit by flashes of lightning. Huge black chains, adorned with spikes, looped through the sky and held the chunks of rock together.
Even Shadowheart seemed momentarily unsettled as the party got to their feet, if only from the uncanny experience of drowning and being revived. But that passed as she took in her surroundings.
“Lady Shar… I can feel her, all around. This is her domain. This is the Shadowfell.”
The floating rock platforms, many of which had their own paths or sections of stairway, were arranged almost like an arena, with a large central disc below them. Shadowheart began to run and leap down from rock to rock towards this center, and the rest of the party followed, with Karlach scooping Tav up in her arms once more.
“Just a little bit further,” Shadowheart urged them, between constant murmurs of prayer that she offered to her goddess. As the group made their way down, they passed ruined stone columns and shattered shadows of Shar, jagged crystal protrusions that glowed dimly, and ghostly apparitions of Dark Justiciars that alternated between exhorting them to praise the Dark Lady, and even more sinister whispers.
When they arrived at their destination, Tav realized they were not alone. In the center of the massive circular platform that formed the focal point of the Shadowfell, stood a figure that remained imposing even though they were dressed in dirty rags. They stood within a ring of magical energy that glowed white with power and followed them as they moved, and a wider ring of purple glyphs that pulsed menacingly. Tav knew enough about magic to understand that these were powerful wards, meant to restrain whomever this was. And indeed, as the figure stepped forward – Tav now saw she was female, and in fact, of all things, an aasimar! – large ghostly hands appeared, grabbing onto her and pulling her back.
“I have felt you coming,” said the aasimar, and her voice held both authority and contempt. “The first in a century. You, who have come to seek the praise of your wicked goddess. You, who have come to drive a dagger through my heart.”
“Actually, no,” said Shadowheart. “There’s been a change of plan.”
There was a pause. For a moment, the woman - who Tav realized must surely be the Nightsong – looked surprised. Surprised to be surprised, when she was obviously not someone used to the experience.
“You see, I have spoken to my Lady,” continued Shadowheart. “And we reached an understanding.”
She stepped closer, ignoring the woman’s hostile glare. “Ketheric Thorm must die. For the crime of disowning my Lady Shar, and for the good of all the realms. And you are the best weapon we have to aim at him.”
The Nightsong’s face contorted in scorn.
“I will not fight in service of Shar —”
“Then don’t. Do it for yourself, hells, do it for Selûne for all I care. My goddess has revealed to me that the threat posed by the Absolute is so great, it warrants every possible advantage. Even the strangest of temporary allies.”
The woman in rags was silent, stunned.
“I’m going to release you,” said Shadowheart. “Not quite in friendship. But so that, together, we can fight the battle that has been waiting for you this last century.”
The cleric stepped forward, and laid one hand on the Nightsong’s shoulder. Tav grit his teeth as a strange discordant buzzing sound swelled around the party. The rumbling of thunder built and built and reached a higher pitch, becoming a wail. The glowing circular glyphs on the ground blinked away into darkness.
The woman in rags fell to her knees, and then rose again into the air, floating with arms outstretched. Tav watched in stunned disbelief as her rags were replaced with gleaming silver armor, an enormous greatsword appeared in one hand, and blindingly white wings sprouted from her back. As she drifted back down to stand in front of the party, the Nightsong seemed almost as surprised as anyone else to find herself in her armor.
“This cannot be. Whatever Shar has promised you, I cannot believe that she would release me without exacting a terrible price.”
“Well… I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.” Shadowheart glanced directly at Tav and gave a knowing smile, and a chill ran through him that had little to do with his lack of clothes. “The price will certainly be paid. There’s really no more for us to discuss.”
The Nightsong narrowed her glowing eyes. With her wings, armor, and sword in hand, she was an intimidating presence indeed.
“Surely you do not expect me to leave you in this place to carry out whatever dark rites you have in mind, especially if they involve” – here she gestured to Tav – “torturing and murdering another of the Moonmaiden’s faithful?”
“I thought you might say that,” replied Shadowheart, apparently unintimidated. “You have my word that what I have planned for our friend here involves nothing as unsubtle as maiming or death. But I suspect my word won’t be enough… So I have another piece of information that Lady Shar believes you may be interested in, that might convince you that you’re needed elsewhere.” She paused for effect.
“Isobel is alive.”
***
It only took the time for that information to sink in before the Nightsong launched herself into the air with impossible speed, heading beyond the dark clouds, towards some way of leaving the Shadowfell that Tav supposed only such a being could access.
Karlach squinted up after the aasimar as she disappeared.
“Blood hell, Fringe, that was some smooth talking. Remind me never to play poker with you.”
Shadowheart merely smiled enigmatically, and moved to stand in the center of what had been the circle of magic glyphs.
“I don’t get it, though,” Karlach continued. “Are you sure Shar’s totally okay breaking with tradition and making you a Dark Justiciar, even without killing a Selûnite?” A worried look crossed her face. “Hey, I hope you weren’t lying about not hurting our Selûnite…”
“Nothing so crude.” The cleric began to move her hands in the studied, intricate formations that Tav recognized as Sharran invocations. “It’s true that Lady Shar demands a sacrifice. She demands that a devotee of the moon witch Selûne be destroyed, here in the Shadowfell. But destruction can take many forms.”
Shadowheart finished her hand movements, then made just one more gesture, crooking her finger at Tav.
“Come here.”
Tav took a couple of tentative steps forward. He glanced around at the rest of the party. Karlach nodded at him encouragingly, and gestured to him to go on, while Minthara and Lae’zel glared at him impatiently.
Tav was acutely aware that he was still naked. Smoky tendrils of darkness were beginning to curl up from the ground, and swirl around Shadowheart. As he stepped towards the cleric of Shar, the dark tendrils rubbed up against and coiled around his legs, and they were oddly warm.
Shadowheart maneuvered him around so that they stood side by side, facing the rest of their party. She grabbed one of his wrists, raised his arm into the air, and declared:
“Hear my words, Lady Shar. This Paladin of Selûne has been humbled and corrupted by your humble servant, but he has still maintained his oath. That ends tonight.”
Tav opened his mouth to protest, then decided there was little point. If he was honest, it had been some time since he’d said a sincere prayer to his goddess or even thought about her. As for his oath, it remained intact only through a technicality. He might not have taken any action to break its tenets, but he hadn’t exactly been motivated by them either.
“Now, Selûnite.” Shadowheart turned to face him, her expression solemn. “I want you to kneel, and repeat the following after me…”
She leaned forward and whispered in his ear. Tav knew she could have spoken to him silently using the tadpoles, but it seemed Shadowheart enjoyed getting close enough that she could tell exactly how uncomfortable her words made him. And indeed, as he listened, Tav turned bright red. Surely she wasn’t serious.
But when Shadowheart straightened up, she just looked at him expectantly. She was entirely serious. So he knelt.
The dark tendrils around him dissipated slightly, as if to make sure the rest of the party had a clear view of his shame. Tav licked his lips, cleared his throat, and falteringly began.
“I… I renounce…”
“Speak up please, Tav!” called out Shadowheart.
“I renounce Selûne… and f-forsake my oaths…”
There was a long pause. Shadowheart gestured for him to go on.
“And the rest, please!”
Tav stared at the ground. He was blushing so much his face burned. But he finished what he’d been told to say.
“...and forsake my oaths, because cock and getting fucked is all I care about.”
With a sound like a hundred whispers, the ghastly mage hands that had held the Nightsong prisoner reappeared around Tav. They took hold of his hips and lifted him into the air. They gripped onto his wrists and pulled them together above his head. They grasped his ankles and held them wide apart. He looked over at Shadowheart and realized she was now controlling them with subtle movements of her own hands.
“Chk. How embarrassing for you.”
It was Lae’zel who had walked over to him. Somehow, without him noticing, the githyanki had stripped off her armor, and was now naked except for the lower half of the strappy underwear that Tav had seen her wear in camp (gith culture apparently cared very little about nudity between traveling companions).
She was buckling across her hips a device that was very obviously githyanki in design, and two things made this plain. One was the harness: Lae’zel attached its straps to her undergarments with ease, as if the two items had been designed with this combination specifically in mind.
But the other part of the device looked familiar in a very different and much more disturbing way. Tav knew enough to realize that it was an artificial phallus, and that would once have been enough to make him blush. But at this point an ordinary strap-on cock, even a big one, would not have made him feel particularly daunted or embarrassed, given all he had endured.
This one, though… It was reminiscent in some ways of the zaith'isk, the terrifying device that had almost killed Lae’zel under the pretence of “cleansing” her of the mind flayer tadpole, back in Crèche Y'llek. He watched in fascinated horror as Lae’zel not only secured it, but very clearly - from the way she took a sharp intake of breath - inserted one end inside herself. From there, the cock had a base of shiny metal, from which grew a bulbous column of dark chitin and taut pink flesh. Its tip looked like nothing so much as a Mind Flayer’s tentacle.
It swayed side-to-side apparently of its own volition – either that, or Lae’zel was able to manipulate it in a way that no humanoid species, of which Tav was aware, could do to their cocks, either original to their body or not.
She saw him looking.
“The githyanki have long studied ghaik and used what we’ve learned. This was devised from such knowledge, and crafted by mlar, my people’s most gifted artisans. Its intricacies will bring far greater pleasure to both of us than any phallus of mere istik flesh, magic, or design.”
“Hah!” Minthara’s laugh was loud, scornful, and unmistakeable. “Does a proud githyanki warrior such as yourself really care if such a pathetic pet experiences pleasure?”
Lae’zel sneered in response. “Pleasure can be just another weapon with which we subjugate our inferiors. I do not conquer by blade alone, Minthara.”
She stepped closer to Tav.
“Now… let's have a look.”
Lae’zel grabbed him by the thighs, and with the help of the ghostly hands, lifted and bent them towards Tav until his ass was in the air, and his head and shoulders were lowered almost to the ground. Then she spat on his asshole.
“Open up.”
“Now w-wait a minute —”
“The pet speaks. Adorable. But I’ve waited enough, and that should suffice.”
She saw the panic in his face, and rolled her eyes.
“Chk.” She spat on him again, and pushed both her thumbs inside, rubbing and spreading. “There… More than prepared.”
As the githyanki pushed the tip of her strange phallus into Tav, he was suddenly very grateful for how alive and illithid it seemed: there was some softness there, and also quite a lot of slime. The slime acted as additional lubricant, which was much needed, because Lae’zel was not at all interested in taking things slow. Tav gasped and groaned as she sank the entire thing into him in one long push, all the way to the hilt.
“I have a confession,” the githyanki told him, as she began to pull back out. “I was too hasty to judge you. Out in the wilds, before the Shadow-Cursed Lands, I thought you efficient, courageous, even dominant in battle.”
She sank the bizarre strap-on all the way inside him again. It pulsed like something alive. It felt very wrong and yet strangely, very right. As she pulled out again, he felt his ass gripping onto the tentacle-like cock as if it didn’t want to let it leave. The sensation combined with Lae’zel’s taunting to make Tav feel deeply ashamed. He gazed up at the githyanki with a truly pathetic expression.
“Don’t look at me like that. I only say what is true. You’ve proven me wrong at every turn. You are weak.” She gave a sharp thrust. “Easily cowed.” Another thrust. “And you’re hardly dominant. Your scent alone is that of a true submissive. One who was born for one sole purpose: to provide relief for true warriors after battle is done.”
With that, Lae’zel finished pushing the cock inside him once more, her bony hips smacking against his ass. She leaned over Tav, put her face close to his neck, and inhaled deeply.
“It’s enough to make my neck sweat and my hair stand on end.”
Lae’zel stuck out her tongue and licked at Tav’s collarbone, then his neck and lower jaw. She hummed in satisfaction.
“The clash of bodies between two true warriors is something to be savored, it is true. But to lay waste to one as defenseless as yourself is also thrilling. Like slaughtering an enemy’s weakest innocents. You are completely at my mercy.”
Tav was in no position to argue. She was bending him double, pushing his ankles closer to his head than they’d ever been in his life. He’d never thought he was this flexible, and he suspected he’d be suffering for these contortions tomorrow… if he made it to tomorrow.
“Ordinarily, I prefer fresher meat,” the githyanki continued. “You’ve been prodded and picked over like a suckling boar.”
She bit his earlobe, not particularly gently.
“Still, even so… you are a succulent meal. I will gorge on you.”
Another bite, this time nipping the skin of his neck. Tav had to remind himself that Lae’zel wasn’t the member of their party who drank blood. At least, he didn’t think she did.
The githyanki rolled her hips, and the tentacle cock squirmed within Tav’s asshole, wriggling from side to side, stretching him. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed by sensation, but Lae’zel was having none of it.
“Chk! Keep your eyes open. I grant you permission to gaze upon me as I take my due.”
Tav did as he was bid. Lae’zel’s body was beautiful in its own way, although different from any of the other women he had been with. There was not a trace of softness about her. The way she fucked, too, was relentless, not to mention impatient.
Whatever connection that Lae’zel had with the strange tentacle cock, whether mostly physically or telepathic, apparently enabled her to bring herself close to orgasm remarkably quickly. She had often boasted about how well githyanki warriors knew their own bodies, and it seemed to be paying dividends now. She bared her teeth at Tav and hissed as she pummeled him.
“Nngh, soon.”
The mlar-engineered cock throbbed rhythmically, different parts of its length pulsing in turn, in time with Lae’zel’s thrusts. With a snarling roar, the githyanki announced her first climax, digging her sharp fingernails deep into Tav’s thighs.
“Efficient,” commented Minthara. “We have much to learn from one another.”
Lost in the intensity of Lae’zel’s onslaught, Tav had forgotten that they had an audience, but now the realization hit him as a crashing wave of embarrassment. His deep crimson blush returned. Lae’zel noticed.
“Are you not keen on our flesh-bond being put on display like this, istik? Be at ease. The shame you feel will make the pleasure all the more potent."
Disagreeing with Lae’zel was a daunting prospect at the best of times, let alone when she had a strange alien device jammed all the way to its base in Tav’s poor stretched asshole. Besides, he barely remembered how to speak. So he just whined and groaned. The githyanki had not stopped bucking her hips into him at any point while she came, or afterwards. She was truly unwavering as she pursued another orgasm.
Tav could feel the thickest part of the cock, just inside his ring, growing even thicker. He felt a rising sense of panic and whined more loudly. Lae’zel misinterpreted his noises as frustration.
“You must focus. Your release is not a priority, but it will happen. And it will be worth the effort.”
In truth, Tav had been well-trained not to expect his own relief, but as Lae’zel continued to fuck him tirelessly, he realized he was getting close. The tentacle cock rubbed its narrower part against his prostate like a crooked finger while its wide part swelled into a fat knot that he knew would not be able to slide out of his ass any time soon. He was helplessly stuck on the end of this bloodthirsty, sex-crazed githyanki warrior’s dick, still upside down and bent over in a mating press, his own cock still locked away in the cage that jangled and dripped above him.
“Rrrarrgh!” Lae’zel’s palms struck his thighs hard, and then his cheeks. “You will not deny me! As I take my pleasure, I bring you relief!”
As she came for a second time, she gripped Tav’s balls in one hand, and squeezed.
It must only have been a very light squeeze for the warrior. For the fallen paladin, it was overwhelming. His eyes rolled back into his head, and he cried out. He also came, squirting out of his cage and onto his own face. Karlach and Shadowheart whooped and clapped, and Minthara laughed her dark, sinister, perfect laugh.
But Lae’zel only scoffed.
“Did you know,” she told him, as her breathing slowed for a moment, “in low-gravity settings, githyanki can maintain aerial suspension for hours at a time?”
Tav blinked up at her helplessly through a mask of his own semen. He winced as he felt her begin to thrust once more.
“It is not over, istik.”
Chapter 7: In Service of the Night - Part II
Summary:
Karlach takes over from Lae’zel, and then Minthara joins in and makes Tav airtight.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The ghostly hands lowered Tav’s trembling body slowly to the ground. Lae’zel was done with him, at least for now.
The githyanki took in the state of her recent partner. He was shaking and mumbling unintelligibly. Red handprints and deep scratches marked his ass and thighs. His own cum, dried and otherwise, stained his belly and chest and neck and face from the orgasms she had wrung out of him. His asshole gaped wide, round, and deep pink verging on red, mostly a result of her cruelly yanking out the tentacle’s fat knot without waiting for it to shrink.
Lae’zel gave a short grunt of approval.
“Thoroughly taken. A pleasant exchange.”
“Next time, tie them to the ground,” suggested Minthara from her vantage point. But Lae’zel was not listening. She knelt down next to Tav’s head, and planted a surprisingly gentle kiss on his lips. His eyes focused on her in surprise, and she maintained eye contact as she tugged on his bottom lip and then bit down on it hard.
“Try not to think of me when your 'special friend' comes to keep you company,” was the last thing she said before standing up and stepping away.
***
“All right Karlach, your choice,” announced Shadowheart helpfully. “Want me to heal and tighten our paladin up a bit or leave him like this?”
Karlach finished stripping off the Mighty Cloth she wore for battle, and opened a bottle of grease. The Fury of Avernus bit her lip as she stared at Tav’s puffy, swollen asshole, while she rubbed grease onto her rock-hard dick.
“Yeah, better do it, Shadsy.” A handwave and muttered blessing from the cleric, and the claw marks and palm prints on Tav’s body vanished, his anus closing and returning to something like its original shape.
“Look at that, good as new, soldier.” She picked him up under the arms and Tav instinctively wrapped his legs around her waist. Which put her familiar, greased-up cockhead nestling right up against his recently recovered asshole. “Just like the first time I stretched you open, right?”
She stared into his eyes as she pushed her hips up and pulled him down, and his ring spread around her fat glans. They both groaned happily.
“Did you have fun with the angry alien, honey?”
“She was… too rough…”
“Yeah?” Karlach seemed sympathetic at first, but then ran her hand over the front of Tav’s cage, collecting some of the cum that had leaked out during his time with Lae’zel. She held her hand up to his face, almost accusingly.
“Seems like she was just rough enough for you to like it.”
Without warning, she gripped his shoulders and slid her cock up further into him. It was both wider and much, much warmer than Lae’zel’s strap. Tav gasped.
“Does my cock feel like coming home, soldier?”
“Y-yes…”
“Good boy. You hold on tight to Mama K, yeah?”
Tav put his arms around Karlach’s neck and rested his head against the top of her chest. He could feel the vibrations from her engine and how the heat of her body was even hotter here, as she began to glow blue.
Being fucked by Karlach did feel familiar and comforting at this point. Sure, she was hammering away at him ferociously. But compared to Lae’zel, she was almost gentle.
The sex was a lot more collaborative, too. He could control the pace and depth at least some of the time. Karlach kept her strong hands on his body, moving from his shoulders to his hips now, while she continually pushed her hips up to drive that dick inside, but he was definitely riding her, even gripping onto her unbroken horn with one hand to lift himself up before dropping back down. Unlike Disciple Z'rell, her cock wasn’t quite so enormous that his ring was in constant discomfort. And the warmth made it almost cosy.
It also helped that Karlach’s idea of dirty talk was to tell him what a good job he was doing, with little in the way of scorn. When she asked him if he liked something, she seemed genuinely happy when the answer was yes. That was nice, even if the things she asked him if he liked were things that still made Tav’s cheeks burn with shame.
“You’re doing so good for me, soldier. You like that? You like making Mama K happy?”
“Hhhnnnggghh y-y-yes…”
“You’re Mama K’s special toy, aren’t you. You love being the toy I use to get myself off every morning and night.”
“Fffffuck!” Tav stared into the barbarian’s eyes, furrowing his brow. He was getting close.
“You’re gonna come already?” She laughed happily. “I know what my baby likes. You really love this big dick, yeah?”
“I love it… I love it!”
“Say it loud as you come. ‘I’m yours, Karlach.’”
“I’m yours, Karlach!” Tav gasped as he shot an arc of cum out of his cage that spattered onto Karlach’s muscular stomach and the underside of her breasts.
“Not exclusively,” quipped Shadowheart loudly. She had continued to watch. “I think he belongs to everyone here.”
“Yeah,” said Karlach affectionately, pulling Tav in for a gentle kiss. She nuzzled his nose while the head of her cock nuzzled his sensitive post-orgasm prostate, making him whine and squirm.
“But I like that I was his first.”
“Our teeth-ling friend is a fool for love, Minthara,” Tav heard Lae'zel say. “I'd never be compelled to make such declarations.”
“It is not love, Lae’zel. Karlach is moved by his prowess in cocksucking, as well as taking cock in his man-cunt. He is truly an excellent pair of holes.”
“Can’t it be both, guys?” Karlach started to pick up the pace of her fucking again as she joined in the conversation. “What if I really enjoy a little bit of lovey-dovey stuff when I’m plowing an excellent pair of holes?”
“Speaking of which.” Minthara stepped forward. “I notice that our slave’s mouth is unoccupied.”
The Nightwarden stripped off her armor quickly. Her last step in preparation was to swap a magic ring that edged her weapons in acid for the ring with which Tav was more familiar. Her lacy purple underwear bulged obscenely as her polymorphed penis swelled.
“You up for this soldier? I don’t mind sharing.”
Tav nodded urgently. The truth was that, as horrible as Minthara was to him, the idea of being taken by her and Karlach at the same time made his heart race and a thrill run through him. (Well, that and the fact that, as he had confessed to Minthara during at least one round of intense psychic interrogation and ball torture, her horrible treatment was itself perversely thrilling.)
“Fantastic… okay, how shall we do this… oh I know, lie back...” Karlach lowered Tav backwards slowly, her hands interlaced under the small of his back. “Hey Fringe, give us a little help with those spooky hands, will you?”
With a wave from the cleric, the ghastly hands reappeared again and gripped Tav by the shoulders and wrists. He shivered, noticing now how chilly they felt in contrast to the heat of Karlach’s skin. The hands helped Karlach lower him further until he was almost lying horizontally, supine in mid air, still speared on the tiefling’s cock, his legs still wrapped around her waist. She curled her tail around him in turn, prodding his cage and balls with the tip.
At the other end of him, Minthara pulled down her underwear. Tav knew what was expected of him. He leaned his head back still further and opened his mouth. The drow wrapped one hand around his neck and took a firm grip of his braid in the other. She gave his face a couple of cursory slaps with her cock. Then with no more fanfare, she forced her way into his throat.
The two warriors fell into a rhythm, with Tav suspended between them and being pushed and pulled backwards and forth. For a while there was no sound in the Shadowfell except the constant rumbling thunder, the slapping of flesh against flesh, the two women’s breathing and occasional grunts of pleasure, and Tav’s choked moans. Inside Tav’s mind, however, there were other sounds: a steady onslaught of demeaning telepathic verbal abuse from Minthara, reminding him that he was no more than an inanimate cock-sheath as far as she was concerned.
He was somewhat relieved, then, when Karlach decided to make conversation.
“So wait… Minthara, with your whole ‘men don’t get to come’ thing, does that mean you’ve never felt him coming on your dick?”
“Indeed,” the drow replied flatly, and then Tav could hear the smirk in her next words. “It is entirely unnecessary.”
“Honestly, you drow…” Karlach stopped thrusting momentarily, breaking the rhythm she and Minthara had established. “You lot know you can do stuff not just because it’s necessary but because it’s fun, right? And seriously, you seriously have to try that.”
“Believe me, child, denying pleasure to a wretch like this is as much ‘fun’ as it could ever be to indulge him.” Here Minthara pulled sharply on Tav’s hair to wrest his head further back and insert her cock even further into his throat without warning, causing a wet retching sound.
“Okay but – wait, stop a minute.”
With some reluctance the drow dragged her cock out of Tav’s throat and laid its slimy length across his face. He coughed repeatedly and took deep shuddering breaths.
Karlach placed her palms together almost pleadingly as she addressed Minthara, which struck Tav as almost comical seeing as she was still impaled inside him, and he was being held up only by the ghostly hands and her dick.
“I really think you need to experience him doing this once in your life, Minty.” The drow opened her mouth to object to this nickname, then seemed to decide it was not worth the effort. “What if we could make that happen for you? You don’t have to do any of the work, promise.”
Minthara considered this a moment, then gave a curt nod of approval.
“Very well. Should I become bored, I will certainly not blame you, Karlach.”
Tav was still recovering from almost throwing up around Minthara’s dick. He didn’t have time to process the threatening implications of her last statement before Karlach was lifting him back up to eye level to ask with her usual enthusiasm.
“Can we show her, soldier? Show her how good it feels?”
Tav shook his head to clear it and focused his eyes on Karlach. He wiped his mouth with his hand and nodded shakily.
***
“Okay, so you lie down, Minthy, and he’ll just sit on your dick.”
“Indeed?” Minthara stretched herself out on the ground, her arms folded lazily behind her head. Her cock stood straight upright. She flicked her eyes from it to Tav and back, indicating that she awaited his attention with her customary lack of patience.
The former paladin squatted down and positioned the Nightwarden’s glans, still slick with his own spit, at the entrance to his ass. After Karlach, Minthara’s more narrow cock slid in easily. Too easily – Tav lowered himself faster than he had intended, and let out a whimper as he was penetrated deeper than anticipated and felt a momentary sharp sensation.
He recovered quickly, though, as he found himself staring up at Karlach. No matter how many times he’d seen it, the sight of her naked body remained awe-inspiring, especially when seen from below. She towered above him with an eager grin, raising her half-hard cock towards his lips with one hand.
“You ready soldier? Deep breath…”
Tav filled his lungs with as much air as possible before opening his mouth as wide as possible to accommodate the crown of the tiefling’s cock. He could vaguely taste his own ass, but that was no longer an unfamiliar experience. She fed him to begin with, then let her hands hang by her side, making sure he did the work.
“Unngghh. Down the hatch.”
Taking a cock as big as Karlach’s into his throat was also no longer unfamiliar to Tav, and just like when she was butt-fucking him, it was a much easier experience than with his other lovers. For example, unlike the drow on whose dick he was currently skewered, Karlach usually let him take his own time swallowing her, now that she had him well trained. It wasn’t exactly comfortable to deep-throat something so large, but Tav had very little in the way of a remaining gag reflex.
The biggest challenge right now was that, for the first time, he had to pay some attention to the cock in his ass as well as the one he was slurping down. True to the promise that she would not have to do any work, Minthara remained still, neither gripping his hips nor bucking upwards. Her magical cock remained hard, but Tav understood intuitively that if raised himself too far up off it, or failed to entertain her, he would have to face the Nightwarden’s displeasure.
He hooked his ankles under Minthara’s knees and pushed down with his lower body, even as he stretched his upper body forward and up. More of Karlach’s length disappeared down his gullet, which bulged and gurgled.
Something about Karlach’s way of encouraging him was extremely motivating. He almost came in his cage there and then when he heard her say:
“That’s it, soldier. Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner.”
And he really knew he wouldn't last long once she reached down and tugged his nipples upwards with her sharp tiefling claws. This was a familiar game. If he wanted to minimize the pain of his nipples being stretched, he had to move towards her and get more cock down his throat.
Tav was breathing hard through his nose. His lips were stretched as he worked to keep his teeth behind them, and they got hotter and hotter as he finally reached his destination and pressed his nose into Karlach’s pubic hair. He grabbed onto Karlach’s warm, muscled buttocks and held himself in place.
“Oh, fuck yeah. That’s a good boy. Now this is my happy place.”
A feeling of pride swelled in Tav’s chest as surely as her cock was stretching his esophagus. Karlach put one huge hand behind his head and held him in place. She didn’t thrust her hips hard, but ground her crotch into his face firmly, keeping herself deep inside him. Her tail wrapped around his neck and squeezed, massaging herself through his throat. The head of her cock felt like it was sitting somewhere in his chest.
“Oh fuck me, soldier, I’m not going to last long… and neither are you, are you?” She squeezed her tail tighter. The hand that was still on one of his nipples pinched harder.
Even with his eyes closed, Tav could feel darkness encroaching on the edges of his vision as lack of air started to become more of an issue. But he knew he couldn’t black out yet. It was very important that he make these two cocks happy, so happy that they shot their loads inside him. He squeezed down on Minthara. He fought to keep his mouth against Karlach’s groin, his bottom lip pressed lovingly to her ballsack. This was all that mattered. Being a good toy.
With a stifled squeal, Tav went over the edge, his throat and ass both tightening as his climax tore through him and thin, watery cum spilled out of his cage. Minthara cried out something he couldn’t catch as she finally took hold of his hips and thrust upwards to plant her seed deep inside him. Karlach just sighed a deep, drawn-out sigh of relief as her cum streamed out of her, a long and copious gush that seemed to last forever. It was still leaking out of her as she withdrew her cock from his throat, so that she deposited a healthy serving of semen in Tav’s mouth, and then sprayed him in the face for good measure.
“Fuck. Yes. Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
Tav’s mind was completely incapable of forming thoughts. He gulped oxygen urgently and coughed and spluttered. Karlach’s cum ran out of his nose and joined the mess on his face. He burped loudly. He could taste and smell sulphur, and his sinuses and throat burned a little. He groaned again, this time not entirely in pleasure.
But Karlach tousled his hair playfully, and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. He grinned a big, dumb, cumdrunk grin up at her.
“Off, slave.”
Minthara gave Tav a shove, breaking the affectionate moment, and he rolled off her, lying on his side and clutching his belly. It was just slightly distended, as if he’d eaten a very big meal. Which he had.
“An interesting novelty,” concluded Minthara as she got to her feet. “Should we use our bed slave at the same time again, I would not object to a repeat performance. As for me, I shall continue to follow the customs of Menzoberranzan… or a milder version of them.”
“Works for me!” Karlach held up a fist for Minthara to bump, but received no response. “Now I really need a beer. Someone please tell me we brought beer?”
As the two women walked away from him, and as he lay there drooling three kinds of cum (including his own) from three different orifices, Tav was aware of someone else walking over.
“An ass full of drow spunk and a stomach full of tiefling cum.” Shadowheart stood above him, still in her full Dark Justiciar armor. “I wonder if all Selûnite paladins would enjoy that as much as you?”
Her gauntlets clanged to the ground next to Tav’s head. He looked up to see that she was unbuckling her breastplate next.
“I suppose it’s left to me to finish you off.”
Notes:
1. Can you imagine how happy I was to learn that "Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner" is a real thing Karlach can say in the game?
2. I previously promised that there would be some Minthara/Shadowheart and Karlach/Shadowheart in Chapter 7. However, Karlach and Minthara together fired my imagination as only they could, and so now Shadowheart and all her pairings will be in Chapter 8, which will be both the conclusion of the Shadowfell orgy and also the conclusion of this "Act."
3. Fret not, however, if you are a fan of, say, Araj Oblodra or a certain pale blue cambion, as I plan to pick up the story in Baldur's Gate itself in Act II. Which, confusingly, will be the equivalent of Act 3 in the game.
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