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emmrich’s hand motions while casting magic — musical. keeping time. directing the orchestra of the fade and the spirits that call for him

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Sparkling Sunrise

Zevlor x (f)Tav, NSFW

“GO!” he screamed, breaking his attention from his foe momentarily to focus on her. “Finish this! The Hellriders will hold the line for you; quickly now, there isn’t much time!” He spun out of the way as an intellect devourer lunged at his chest. As it fell, his sword came down with brutal accuracy, slicing the perverted grey matter in two. 

Tavalia paused another heartbeat, staring after the tiefling commander. Her chest swelled with longing, silently begging him to be safe, to be here when she returned. 

A hand caught her wrist and spun her around until she was face to face with Lae’zel. “Come, now, we must end this, lest we all become ghaik.” A final glance over her shoulder showed her lover in single combat with yet another mind flayer. Things would get worse if she did not act now, if they did not step through the portal NOW.

She steadied her shoulders and her heart and plunged into the portal, joining her comrades against the Netherbrain for the Battle of Baldur’s Gate.

Grasping at the side of the dock, Tav heaved herself out of the water of the harbor, arms aching and straining with the effort. Around her, her friends were doing the same. Water sluiced down and out of her armor, remained puddled in her boots, drenched the inside of her gauntlets. Carefully, she removed her protective pieces and set them aside, shaking them dry as she went. 

Down the dock, she saw Zevlor and the rest of the Hellriders emerging from the Chionthar. She dropped her chest pieces and raced towards them, dodging around her other party members. She screamed his name as she rapidly approached, and leaped into his soggy arms.

Warm tears trailed down her cooled face as she held onto him with all of her power. Zevlor’s arms wrapped around her waist, squeezing her until she did not think she would be able to breathe. Sobs escaped her lips as she forced her hand into his water-logged hair, pressing her face against his neck and breathing hotly against his flesh.

“Shh, shh,” he murmured against her cheek, his talons stroking her back through her sopping wet shirt.”We’re here, we made it. We’re okay, it’s all okay.”

She choked back a cry as she pulled her face back to stare at him, to drink him in, to savor his face and his emotions in this moment. Tav wiped the tears away with the back of a hand before bringing it to rest against the infernal ridges on his cheek.

“We have wounded to tend to, as do you. Meet me outside the Elfsong Tavern in an hour, yes? We’ll find some time for ourselves then.” He kissed her forehead and gently pulled away, motioning that she should rejoin her own crew and tend to her friends.

**********

Tavalia gathered her spent armor and picked her way through the streets on her way to their designated meeting place. Rounding the Basilisk Gate, she saw Zevlor standing just outside the tavern steps. He raised his hand in a small form of greeting upon seeing her. Once again, she raced to him and launched herself into his arms, so happy to be back to him once more. 

He took her by the hand and led her up the steps of the Elfsong. They wound through tables and wreckage and made their way upstairs. Thankfully, the tavern hadn’t been hit too hard by fallen debris, but it was still seemingly devoid of life as customers had rushed home to be with their loved ones and seek shelter.

They fell through the doorway of the suite in a wet tangle, both still dripping water. Zevlor’s mouth crushed onto hers so hard she could feel his teeth through her lips. He slammed the door behind him and began to wrest her clinging, damp shirt from her torso. With equal fervor, Tav tugged at his clothing, ripping the already damaged shirt down the center of his chest and pulling it off his arms like a woman starved.

Cold air hit her chest as her shirt came off, and her nipples rose to attention under the stark change in temperature. “I’m all wet,” she muttered into his mouth as a frigid line of harbor water trailed from her hair and down the length of her back. Zevlor kissed Tavalia harder, then licked his tongue against her bottom lip. “Hopefully in my favorite place,” he growled as he cupped her sex in his palm. Tav moaned.

“Good girl,” he purred. Her breath caught in her throat at the words, her center becoming even warmer. He kissed and nibbled at her neck and ears while dragging her pants to the floor; at his motion, she stepped out from them and was laid bare for him to see. 

Hot hands fondled her bottom as Zevlor delicately took one of her taut nipples into his mouth and suckled gently. At once, her body rose to his and she whimpered, reveling in the feel of his tongue and its warmth on her tender and soft buds. Tav clawed at his breeches, urging them off his hips and onto the wooden boards where they were promptly punted to the other side of the room. 

Tav’s arms rose and encircled Zevlor’s neck, pulling his mouth back to hers. He was only too happy to oblige, though one hand moved from her ass to the heretofore unmolested nub on her breast. 

They moved in tandem to the bed where they fell together, hungry. “Slow down,” he chuckled, pulling his face from hers, “let me show my appreciation to the Hero of Baldur’s Gate.” He moved behind her in a spooning position, snaked his arm over her hip and gently toyed with the soft tuft of hair surrounding her sex. She was already hot and wet for him, and he grinned.

Gingerly, he worked a finger between her folds and gently teased the bud of her sex until she gasped and began rocking her hips. “There,” he cooed, “just like that. This is perfection, you are perfection. I know you think you’re ready for me but let’s just make sure, hmm?” He flicked and rubbed her until her thighs clamped shut and she called out in pleasure. Zevlor rolled her to her back, and Tav spread her knees for him.

He pressed a light kiss to her forehead, and another along her neck. The kisses began to train down her chest and torso until they began landing on her thighs, the last punctuated by a small nip of his fangs. “Do not deny me the pleasure of your taste, my love, for I have been fixated on the sensation for days. Let me know perfection.”

His tongue, hot and wet, slid between the folds of her sex and found her most sensitive point. He licked and swirled, and reality faded in and out for Tav. She was both here and not here, maybe somewhere else entirely. All she knew was pleasure, and she ground her hips into it.

No sooner had she found a rhythm than she came undone again, gasping and crying out as her body seized around her. Her thighs slammed shut against his ears, and she swore she heard him begin to purr.

Zevlor came up for air, kissing her thighs and singing her praises as she tried to recover her breath and steady her heart rate. She tried to roll to her side and bury her face into a pillow as he swiped his mouth on the back of his taloned hand, but he held her hip with a firm grip and tutted his tongue at her. “Oh no, my love, I am not done with you yet. There will be time for rest later.”

Tav’s head swirled, trying to decipher his meaning, when she once again felt his tongue at her center. She thought about pushing him away, but then she felt his fingers, first one, then two. They entered her and reached for her, beckoning her to follow him again. Almost instantaneously, she found her release again, harder than the time before. She cried out and whined, desperate for respite, desperate for air.

She was silenced with his mouth on hers. She tasted herself on his tongue, soft and gentle and feminine. Her hands tangled into his hair before pushing him back against the bed.

He was grinning like the cat that had eaten the canary. A challenge.

She accepted. She licked at the sensitive cartilage along his fiendish ears, trailed her tongue down his neck, and began planting kisses on his chest. Her fingertips trailed over his nipples and he made a sharp intake of breath as contact was made with each.

Her hands moved to the inside of his thighs, careful not to touch his arousal. Not yet. Instead, they massaged and teased, inching ever so much closer to where he desperately wanted them to be. His hips rocked gently, longing to find purchase against her body. She bent her head and carefully licked a gem of arousal from the tip. He stiffened under her, arousal almost quaking and stretched to its limits. He needed her, and badly.

She licked his shaft from base to tip with the flat of her tongue before taking him in. All of his ridges were deliciously delightful against her tongue and cheeks. Her head bobbed as she slowly took more and more of him into her mouth, relaxing her throat to allow him to experience this pleasure to the full extent of her abilities.

He groaned and threaded his fingers through her loose hair, applying a small amount of pressure but nothing that would be construed as forceful. Her hand encircled his base, gently stroking up and down as her mouth and tongue continued on their quest to his exquisite release.

“You look so pretty when you do that, perfection, my love. But if you don’t stop now, the night ends far too soon for my liking. Come up here to me, please. Yes, beautiful.”

Tavalia joined Zevlor at the head of the bed, where he promptly flipped her onto her back again. He nudged her thighs apart with his knee, his tail caressing the inside of her leg while he did so. As he positioned himself, she jutted her hips up at him impatiently, and he laughed. “What, there hasn’t been enough for you yet?”

She grinned. “With you? Never. It’s never enough.” His mouth crashed onto her as he brought his sex to hers and slowly worked it within her. She cried out and grabbed his hips as he positioned her ankles on his shoulders.

He continued to enter her. “One more, my love, can you do one more?”

Tav bit her lip and nodded, bringing her hips to his in response.

He planted his full length and began rocking into her, moaning quietly as sweat beaded on his brow. As he found his rhythm, a careful thumb found her sex and began to once again to trace delicate designs against the soft and sensitive skin. She bucked and cried out, already walking the line between pleasure and release.

“This time, with me. Can you do that, with me? Of course you can, my perfect girl.”

His hips slammed into her again and again and again, and each time he hit a deeper part of her than she knew existed. Her hips moved in time with his, of their own accord. Pressure mounted in her belly, a spring tightening and preparing for release.

And then the spring was sprung. She cried out loudly, in a voice that walked the line between pleasure and pain, gasping for breath and exalting Zevlor’s body and stamina. Immediately, he found his own release with a guttural groan, driving himself into her soft flesh and unleashing his spend into her core.

They laid together on the bed, panting, with hearts racing and relaxation seeping into their muscles. Not even three hours ago they had been battling the Absolute to save Baldur’s Gate, and now… 

Well, now they were here, together. Zevlor cradled Tavalia in his arms, a deep baritone purr emanating from his chest. His tail laced through her legs, keeping her close and refusing to let her go. “You were perfect, my love. Just perfect.”

Once again in a spooning position, they faced the window. The world of Faerun was dark, but not silent. Much work would need to be done to rebuild Baldur’s Gate and bring it back to its former glory. However, for them, it was a problem for tomorrow. For now, they had only themselves to worry about, and they stayed close, reveling in each others’ warmth and gentle breathing: reveling in life.

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Pit of Despair

Zevlor x (f)Tav, NSFW

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Beautiful visions swam behind his eyes, the promise of once again becoming a paladin, serving a higher power, being able to walk with his head held high as he marshaled his people to Baldur’s Gate, victorious. A solitary tear slid from his glowing eye, down the infernal ridge that was his cheek, before dropping to the chest of his scale mail. So enchanted was he by Her voice and the lure of becoming oathbound once again, he could not hear the screams around him. Behind him they fell, bloodied, as the cultists of the Absolute ambushed their group as their leader was enthralled, enchanted, by the idea of regaining something that was once lost to him. Something he could have without the Absolute, if only he would allow himself forgiveness. 

He would never forget the sounds of their bodies hitting the dirt as he came to, manhandled and manacled and pushed towards Moonrise Towers. Lifeless eyes stared back at him from the burgeoning shadows, brows raised high in surprise and mouths agape in screams. He whipped his head around, frantic, searching for any signs of life. If any of the tieflings had made it out, he could not see them now. Hot tears burned his eyes as he called out, begging for this to be a dream, a nightmare. But the only dream to be found was his disillusionment at once again becoming a good man.

Tav stared in horror at the rows of illithid pods. She and her not-quite-so-rag-tag group had ventured into the mindflayer colony deep underneath Moonrise, chasing Ketheric Thorm and and the Heart of the Absolute. The party had already encountered zombies, death shepherds, infernal beings, and sentient brains, along with hook horrors and a lake of blood and spare body parts. 

Glancing into the pods, she saw members of the Flaming Fist. They looked as if they were comatose; there was no movement from their bodies, save for the flutters of their eyes as they moved behind their lids. Glancing around, Tavalia saw a console near the far end of the room, beside a hallway that led farther into the depths of the colony: another nursery. Wiping sweat and blood from her brow, she approached. As she did so, she saw that more of the pods were occupied, and not just by soldiers; at least three had fully formed illithids inside, waiting for the moment they would be released.

Directly to her right, she saw him. 

Zevlor was still in his pod, eyes darting behind his heavily lashed eyelids as his lips moved almost imperceptibly. Tav’s eyes grew round as she ran towards the pod and began slamming her fists against the lid. The tactic hadn’t worked when attempting to free Shadowheart from the same predicament all those weeks ago, but Tav was frantic. 

“Zevlor!” she screamed, pounding on the pod. “ZEVLOR!”

He did not stir.

Karlach stepped up behind Tav, moving her hand to her leader’s shoulder and gently pulling her back. “It’s no use, mate,” she said, sadly. “The console is the only way, and unless you can figure out how to open only a few and not all of them, we’re going to have another fight on our hands. Not that I’m complaining,” the barbarian added, shouldering her greataxe and snarling at the nearest unresponsive mindflayer.

Tavalia blinked back her tears and looked at Karlach. “You’re right,” she muttered, sniffling her nose and clearing her throat. She touched her hand to Zevlor’s pod and whispered “I’m here, and I will have you out soon.”

Stepping away, she walked up to the console and laid her hands across it. With a thought, she knew she would be able to unlock the pods and free the prisoners from their confinement, but it would also mean activating the sleeping illithids.

“Astarion, Gale, move towards that hallway and prepare for ranged attacks. Karlach, move to the left, we’ll need to take these monsters down as they emerge. And there’s no way of knowing if the Fists or Zevlor will be able to fight,” her voice caught in her throat, “so protect and shield them from harm.” Her friends nodded in assent and positioned themselves around various points of the room. With a firm line across her lips and furrowed brows, Tav once again placed her hands on the alien technology and willed it to release the inhabitants of the pods.

With a hiss, the transparent casings cracked and raised, allowing the occupants their freedom. Immediately, the mindflayers within became aggressive and a battle ensued. Luckily for the adventuring group, the Fists and the Hellrider took only a moment to gauge their surroundings before unsheathing their weapons and leaping into the fray.

The young illithids were unencumbered and frail, all things considered. They had yet to feed, which made them less fearsome than their fully-fledged brethren. Handily, the young ones were dispatched with minimal damage taken by their adversaries. As the carnage lay around them, the group of seven took a moment to breathe before the Flaming Fists excused themselves, desperate to retreat from the mucus and organic matter that made up the hidden underground colony.

Zevlor fell to his knees and wrapped his arms around Tavalia’s waist. A sob of relief and despair escaped his throat, choked by his tongue. She dropped to the ground and flung her arms around the Hellrider’s neck, pulling him in close and whispering calmly and gently into his ear. His body shuddered as he clung to her, desperate to know that she was here and that she was real.

“Shhh,” she murmured quietly, stroking his hair, now damp with blood, and smoothing it away from his face. “Zevlor, look at me. Are you hurt?” Tav swung her pack around and began digging, searching for the health potions she knew were stashed inside. His taloned hand reached hers to stay it, pulling it from the depths.

“The others, the ambush - tell me they survived.” He pulled his face away from her shoulder to look her in the eyes.

“They found refuge. Tell me what happened, Zevlor.” Tav began to once more rummage within her bag.

“You have heard some of it, I am sure. That I froze, or broke, or some other lie that is kinder than the truth. I do not deserve this kindness,” he rasped, staring deeply into her eyes. “I… I abandoned them. They needed me, and I was not there, too caught up in delusions of grandeur. And all the while, the cult tortured them. They fought, and ran and died around me, while I imagined myself their savior.” His voice caught in his throat, suddenly feeling very heavy and round. “By the time I regained my senses, it was too late. I did not just surrender to the Absolute. For a moment, I welcomed it.” “No, no, Zevlor. It wasn’t your fault, not at all. It sounds like you were enthralled. That’s what this Absolute does. It’s not your fault.”

“It would be nice to think so. But whatever these monsters twist us into… I believe it begins in us. I won’t make excuses. I can’t make amends. But I want to help, if you’ll let me.”

Tavalia held him tightly to her body. “Of course, of course.” He pulled away from her and stood, offering his hand to help her up.

“If there are more survivors to be found,” he began, “I will find them and lead them out of this place.” 

“I could use another blade in the fight to come,” she responded, watching him closely.

“Only if you can trust it won’t be buried in your back,” he quipped. “The Absolute swayed me once before, I won’t risk it happening again. Not to you.” More tears formed in his haunted, demonic eyes. “Go. Please, let me do this much.”

Tavalia held his gaze, contemplating. She stepped up to him, moving her hand to his cheek. Forehead to forehead, she released a steady breath before gently kissing his browline. “Find them, Zevlor. Get them out of here. Take them to the Last Light Inn. The rest of the survivors are there, and our camp. If you cannot face them, do not, but please, please, wait for me there. Promise me this.” 

Zevlor hesitated, a sharp intake of his breath belying his hesitation. “I… I will wait for you. I promise.” He tilted his head slightly, taking in Tavalia’s features: her jaw was taut and worried, her forehead creased with concern, and her mouth set in a firm line. Her eyes shone in the light, magnified by the tears they held. He squeezed her hands in his for just a moment, before bobbing his head quickly and concisely and turning on his heel. As she blinked away her tears, he was gone, off to assist those still trapped within this hellscape and get them to safer ground.

“Please wait for me,” she whispered under her breath, a quiet sob escaping with the words as her tears hit the bloody, viscera-soaked ground.

****

Tav and her crew were welcomed warmly when they returned to the Last Light Inn. Ketheric Thorm had been defeated, as had the Shadow Curse, and the way to Baldur’s Gate was clear. Those looking to make the journey could expect to do so now with relative safety. 

Immediately, Tav began to scan the area for his familiar shape. Her brow furrowed as she realized he was not inside the inn, and she had not seen him upon her arrival. Panic started to set in - he had promised, he had promised!

Tav caught movement out of the corner of her eye. At the bar, Alfira made a motion and, while taking a swig of ale, pointed one taloned finger up, indicating that Tav’s quarry could be found on the second story. Tav nodded and headed for the stairs as Alfira sent a small wink her way.

Taking stock of her surroundings, Tavalia noticed that only one of the rooms left upstairs was still habitable after Marcus’ attack against Isobel. The door was mostly closed, but not latched. A faint light glowed from within.

As she strode towards the door, Tav began to unfasten her armor, readying it to doff completely. She nudged the door open with the toe of her boot. Inside, she found Zevlor, unarmored, sitting silently on the edge of the bed and staring intently at a lit candle. He did not notice her come in until she cleared her throat.

“Zevlor,” she whispered, his reverie broken. He shot off the mattress, eyes wide. 

“Tavalia!” He shouted, moving around the bed to embrace her. She held still as his powerful arms wrapped around her middle, his face burrowed snuggly into her neck. His breath was warm and moist against the delicate skin near her collar bone. She inhaled sharply and returned the hug with gusto, burying her hand into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“You’re here, you’re here,” she murmured, scarcely allowing herself to believe that he was, in fact, here at the Last Light and within her arms.

“I promised you I would be. I could not break that. I have done many things I will need to atone for, and many things left undone, but not this, never this. Not you.” His hand snaked into her hair and loosened her braid, the tendrils flowing down like silk.

“Here,” he said, as he carefully began to remove her armor. Her muscles and joints ached as the metal was pulled away, glad to be rid of such a burden. Zevlor set the pieces to the side of the room, gently removing one after another after another. “I will send for hot water and oils, you should bathe. It has been a long, tiring day, and no doubt you need to nourish your soul. I will leave you now, and I will see to it that you have all that you need before morning.”

Tav caught his wrist in her hand and held tightly. “You are all I need to nourish my soul. A bath can wait, unless you truly cannot stand to see me as I am.” 

He hesitated. “We will… compromise. I will send for hot water, but I will stay and keep you company, if you will allow. There is a privacy curtain around the tub for such occasions.”

She sighed, knowing this was the best she was likely to get, and it was a great concession on his part. She nodded, acquiescing to his request. He smiled and turned to leave, promising to return soon with fresh water and clean towels.

****

Tav allowed herself to sink into the tub, the hot water steaming around her face. She cleaned off most of the blood and sweat, idly chatting with Zevlor from behind the curtain as she had done so. He told her of the remaining stragglers at Moonrise and of getting them to Last Light. He also seemed surprised that while his homecoming was not a raucous affair, he was not turned away, and indeed, many seemed glad to know that he was ultimately alright.

While in the midst of rinsing suds from her hair, Tav’s stomach uttered an ungodly grumble. She laughed. “Zevlor, do we have anything in the way of vittles up here? My guts seem to be lodging a complaint as to their state of emptiness.”

The tiefling chuckled. “Ah, no, I do not believe there is much, but I shall fetch you something. Fruit and cheese? Sausage? Wine?”

“Yes, please,” she responded, carefully massaging a lavender oil into her legs and forearms. “I will be out when you get back, and we shall feast!” She felt him hesitate; they had both realized simultaneously that she had no clean garments in the room.

“I shall stop by your camp for some apparel, hmm?” And he shuffled to the door and gently closed it behind him. She could feel the heat of his embarrassment radiate in his wake.

Tavalia stepped out of the tub, wrapping her body in a clean towel. It was neither plush nor threadbare, but it was comfortable and up to the task of removing water from a wet body. She moved to the bed and sat on the edge, in the same space the tiefling had been when she had entered the room. The candle still glowed, and she found herself lost in its flame.

Visions of the tiefling party danced in her mind. Zevlor’s hungry eyes in the low light, his bare chest above hers, his horns between her thighs. Her teeth caught her lower lip and she sighed wantonly, remembering the pleasure that she had experienced at his hands.

Pleasure she would surely love to experience again.

Lost in thought, she did not hear the door creak open. One red, taloned hand entered, clutching a fistful of garments, shaking them gently. Tav got up and moved towards the door.

“Tavalia,” the older man’s voice reached her ears, “I have some clothing for you, and a plate of food. Please, get yourself dressed and then we shall enjoy a companionable supper.”

She grabbed his wrist, a snake shooting out from the dark at lightning speed. “I can get dressed later,” she whispered, “I would sit with you now, as I am. My forwardness worked once, I can only hope it will work again. Enter, soldier.”

A pregnant pause, before the door slowly opened and Zevlor squeezed into the room. In the hand she hadn’t seen, he grasped a bottle of wine and two glasses, while he balanced a plate with assorted cheeses, fruits, rolls, and meats on a crooked elbow. Tav shut the door as soon as he entered the rest of the way, and turned the key in the lock with a satisfying click.

She came up behind him and took the plate and her garments. The plate she set down deftly on a nightstand, and the clothing bits were tossed to the other side of the room. They landed on the floor with a quiet shuffle.

Tav dropped her towel.

By this time, Zevlor had lowered the wine and glasses to the floor, careful not to break the glass. As he turned to face her, his eyes widened and he visibly shifted from foot to foot. She approached him slowly, her long damp hair trailing down her back and swinging gently with the movement.

She came to rest in front of him and as she did so, he brought his hands to her hips. Her own hands moved to his shoulders, gently caressing the infernal ridges that were present just beneath the linen of his shirt. Her breath caught as she felt his low thrum of pleasure radiating from his chest.

“Please, I cannot.” His breath was hot and soft on her face as he spoke. “I have done nothing to be worthy of your attentions. I have betrayed those whom I had pledged to protect and save. I am not a good man, and I would not see you debase yourself with me, much as I may like to participate in such escapades.” 

She tutted her tongue softly, moving her lips to his ear. “Everyone deserves love, Zevlor. You are no exception. All of this self-pity you have for yourself, banish it. You have done nothing wrong, and nothing for which to be ashamed.” She rotated her hips in a slow motion until she was able to gently grind against his hip. “Please. I care for you. I know you must care for me, else you would not have partnered with me all those weeks ago. Let me show you how much I care, let me show you that you are a good man.”

She took his mouth in hers and kissed him deeply, raising herself to tip-toes for a better vantage. He kissed back, hard, stern; she could feel his teeth through his lips. She gasped as he gently bit her lower lip and dug his talons into her back.

Tav placed her palms against Zevlor’s chest and pushed him towards the bed, sending him backwards onto the mattress. As he laid supine, she deftly climbed up and over him until she was straddling his hips. She could feel his own arousal as surely as she could feel her own.

She bent to his neck and trailed soft kisses down the muscles and across his clavicle. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, panting. His hands roamed her back and cupped her bottom, pushing her down harder onto his lap.

Dipping her hands, she began to free the laces of his trousers. His arousal sprang free, steady and hard and ready for her. A drop of translucent dew at the tip winked at her invitingly. She drew up her hips before repositioning and lowering her sex down onto his, a fitting juncture made all the more pleasant by the sounds of their gasps and sighs.

Carefully, Tav began to rock back and forth, slowly taking all of him within her. As she sank farther onto his member, Zevlor let out a faint whine. He grabbed at her hips to steady both her and himself. She continued to rock, and he began to thrust gently into her, keeping time with her movements.

Remembering their last encounter, he pushed his thumb into her mouth and she dutifully suckled it before he moved it down to the bud of pleasure within her sex. He slowly rubbed her in time with his thrusts, and could feel her movement becoming more and more erratic. He himself was also experiencing a culmination of pleasures.

As they were reaching the brink, Tavalia bent her head to Zevlor’s ear and muttered a small incantation. Instantly, he felt his body enveloped in divine light, blessed by the gods. No; blessed by her.

This heightened his pleasure considerably, and sent him to a tipping point. He spilled himself into her, crying out in equal parts anguish and supplication. She too found her climax and shuddered, mouth agape but not breathing, not making any noises. Silent.

Finally taking in a shuddering breath, she fell to the bed beside him as they basked in a divine afterglow that lasted a few moments more. He took her hand in his and brought it to his mouth, gently kissing her fingers and snuggling his nose against them.

As their heart rates and breathing returned to normal, Tav turned towards Zevlor and crawled into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her, his tail weaving around her leg in an almost possessive fashion. She stroked his chest with her fingertips, and once again a deep rumble began in his chest, softly vibrating her head as she laid upon him.

“You are everything to me, Zevlor. I do not know where I would be without you. Having known you, I never wish to part from you. Please stay with me. Please do not be so hard on yourself, on any perceived shortcomings or failings. I know you have flaws, I can see them, but you are perfect to me. Please, let me love you.”

Zevlor’s purring hiccupped briefly, then settled again into a steady rhythm. His talons stroked her hair and pushed it behind her ears. His lips danced playfully along her jaw, planting a multitude of small kisses. He was silent for a moment.

“Would that I could see myself through your eyes, my darling. I wish I could be half the man you think I am, but I will settle for being enough for you, should you allow it.”

Tav snuggled closer and adjusted herself to pull some blankets over both of their bodies. “You are the only one for me. There is no other,” she said definitively, and with such tone that it provoked no retort from him. They laid together quietly, gently caressing and kissing one another, basking in the warmth and satisfaction of holding each other once again.