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commander-diomika · 7 months

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Fandom - Baldur's Gate 3

Pairing - Karlach/Tav

Words - 1900

Tags - Kinktober 2023, Breast Fucking, Temperature Play ×, Genderfluid Character ×, magic gender changing mirror ×, Nipple Play ×, Nipple Piercings ×, Genderqueer Character ×, some self destructive tendencies but only because I think fictional romance is good when ppl are a little bit unhinged about it.

Summary:

D'mitri gives themselves a new toy to play with, and Karlach's body is their playground.

Notes:

D'mitri is a trans/genderfluid warlock tiefling, they're most comfortable in a body with a tits and a cunt, in a butch sort of way, and are happy to play around with the equipment installed. Living the dream.

D'mitri loved how shameless Karlach was. She was capable of tease, yes, and gentle touches and glances over the fire. She understood coy, but it was like feeding coal into a pressure boiler, a little leg touch stoking it, a glance and wink pushing her closer to explosion.

D'mitri walked back from their tent to the group, settled ‘round the fire, and trailed their fingertips across the broad muscle of her shoulders, and her composure snapped. She stood, scooped D'mitri round the waist, and threw them over her shoulder.

Astarion laughed like tinkling glass and twiddled his fingers in a wave. “Goodnight, you two.” Shadowheart looked like she was choking back laughter, Gale much the same.

D'mitri would be embarrassed if this wasn’t exactly the outcome they’d been hoping for. They returned Astarion’s jaunty wave as Karlach carried them away, her hand firmly on their ass.

D'mitri laughed breathlessly. Karlach’s shoulder dug into their stomach as she walked, making D'mitri’s laughter huff and bounce. She nimbly opened the tent flap with her foot and with a heave deposited D'mitri on their back.

Without a pause her knees hit the ground in between theirs, eyes hungry. D'mitri’s breathless laughter vanished.

“Right!” was all she said by way of setting the mood, and started peeling their shirt open. She was as simple a creature in bed as she was out on the battlefield. If D'mitri so desired, they could simply lie back and Karlach would ravage them, ride them down the river of her boisterous desire.

They’d fixed the engine a week ago, and that’s mostly how it had been since then.

“Wait wait wait,” D'mitri breathed, as Karlach loomed over them, one hand planted on the bedroll beside them, the other pausing in the middle of pushing up the hem of their shirt. It was nothing short of delicious to be so surrounded by her, tent already growing warm with the heat she threw off. D'mitri placed a hand on her collarbone, cupping the side of her neck, and fervently thanked the gods for a tiefling’s natural heat resistance. Even with the engine fixed, she was hot. Which was precisely the source of a curiosity that had grown in them.

She sat back on her haunches, head cocked.

“What? Not in the mood? I’m sorry- you were just being so touchy- but if you don’t wanna-“ D'mitri interrupted the demurral with a kiss, sitting up and almost crashing their mouth into hers. One hand slipped down over the prodigious swell of one breast, squeezing firmly. D'mitri could barely gather the whole of it in one hand, and that still struck them with delight. To be able to touch this woman, to taste her- intoxicating.

They broke the kiss, but kept their hold on her.

“I had a different idea for tonight. Something I’ve been wanting to try.”

With the free hand they took Karlach’s; drew her touch down between their legs. What Karlach found there made her grin wickedly. Yesterday D'mitri had a cunt. Today was a different story.

“Been playing with the mirror, have you love?” Karlach quirked a brow. “You wanna fuck me?” She huffed a tiny laugh. It wasn’t quite incredulous, but there was undeniable bemusement in her glowing eyes.

“Something like that.” D'mitri had wanted to match her teasing tone, but instead their voice came out low and rough. Karlach hadn’t taken her hand off the bulge in their pants, and she was squeezing gently, reflexively.

That was one thing D'mitri loved about Karlach. She was up for anything. (Once she got her giggles out.)

Karlach’s hand, in a whisper of rough fabric, kept moving. “Alright.” D'mitri twitched and growled, and when Karlach spoke again her voice was serious. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want-“ They wanted their body seared into hers. They wanted fire in their mouth, on their newfound cock. They wanted to burn themselves up on her. “I want to worship you.”

Karlach hissed through her teeth, and a little spurt of steam released from a vent on one shoulder. “Yeah?” Her hand had found a better hold on D'mitri’s hardness through their trousers, splaying and gripping by turns. She still knelt between D'mitri’s legs, all imposing muscle and ravenous eyes. “Tell me more.”

“Let’s swap.” D'mitri sat up again, and in a somewhat awkward jumble of limbs, steam and a newly sprouted cock aching hard in their pants, the two of them managed to trade places.

Karlach lay back lazily, the laughter completely transmuted now into lidded eyes, a slow swipe of her tongue over red lips.

“Right. You’ve got me just where you want me, then.” She crossed her arms above her head, stretching that firm, impressive torso out beneath D'mitri as they straddled her hips. “What you gonna do with me now?”

They were both tieflings, sure, but Karlach had a full head of height on D'mitri, half again as broad. Straddling her, looking down at the sheer expanse of crimson skin, made D'mitri feel like an explorer atop a mountain. They curled clawed nails beneath the band of Karlach’s shirt, and in a surge of action, yanked the hem up, letting her breasts spill free. She laughed in that throaty way that made D'mitri worry, in a distant part of their mind, that they might be falling in love. That all this ravishing fire might actually mean something.

They leant down and sucked one pierced nipple into their mouth, and Karlach moaned.

Not a mountain. A volcano. Hot, dangerous, liable to explode at any time and shoot them directly into the air. Moments away from an overflow that would wreath them in pyroclastic clouds, bury them forever, never to be seen again.

Karlach’s hands cupped both their buttocks and squeezed, and D'mitri took the hint. They laved their tongue across the meat of the nipple in their mouth, the piercing clicking against their teeth. They gathered as much tit in one hand as they could, massaging, squeezing, the other hand wandering, pressing and sliding over as much of the expanse of hot skin that they could reach. They wanted it all. They wanted with an intensity that scared them.

“Come on, soldier. Let me see that new equipment.”

D'mitri looked up at her through their lashes, letting their mouth come away with a wet pop. Heat radiated from her engine, warm on one cheek. They closed their eyes and let it bake into them for a breath. Coming away, they stripped off and dropped back down to her, straddling the wide breadth of her ribcage, and took themselves in hand.

It was not that different, having a cock. Stroking a hand over their shaft gave them the same warmth, the same curling lust inside the pit of their belly. Just a different configuration of parts.

Karlach’s hands slid over D'mitri’s thighs, to hold their hips and run her thumbs over sharp hip bones. She watched, eyes dark and curious on D'mitri’s new appendage. “Where are you planning on putting that, love?”

D'mitri didn’t reply. At the head of the bedroll was a bottle of almond oil. She used it on places her skin got hot; the coal-red flesh of her sternum, the joins around the little vents in her shoulder. Places where the skin would get dry, and cracked. D'mitri reached for the bottle, and shuffled a little higher on her torso.

There was the warmth of the engine, radiating. They could feel it against the underside of their cock. The throbs of heat seemed to pulse with their slow, languorous strokes.

Karlach understood the thrust of D'mitri’s plan, and her eyes crinkled with concern. “Hang on- it’s hot.”

D'mitri poured the oil over her sternum, her breasts, slicking it over with a hand, sliding a palm over the glowing centre, feeling that oh god almost too much almost too hot but incredible, powerful, just like the sun, just like her.

“I know.” And they felt a churning in their gut. This is probably a terrible idea but in that churning fear was potential, an unformed sword ready to be hammered.

Karlach was afraid of burning them up. D'mitri would step into hell and die happy in her fire.

D'mitri sucked in a breath, and let the underside of their cock rest against her heart. Their breath hitched at the sensation, intense, overflowing, zinging painpleasurepainpleasure through their every pore, but they didn’t jerk back.

They weren’t afraid of her. They wanted to be enfolded in her, dipped in molten metal and reforged in pleasure.

“I can take it.”

A low moan nnnngghh left D'mitri’s lips and hers as they cupped her breasts. Karlach’s brows clicked together, conflicted. But the crease in her brow ironed out into pleasure as D'mitri’s thumbs flicked and teased her nipples. She wanted to warn them, again, to say be careful of me, I’m dangerous, but the words didn’t leave her mouth and D'mitri was bringing the warm flesh together over their cock.

Agony. Delicious. Agony.

The oil slicked skin of her tits felt incredible, riding that line of too much oh god it’s going kill me and wanting nothing else. Knees scraping on the bedroll, they let their eyes flutter close and their hips rut against hot, oiled, enveloping skin.

“Are you alright?” she asked roughly

“Yes I- ah-“ and the dreamy, drunk voice was like nothing Karlach had heard from D'mitri before.

She folded her hands over theirs, squeezing her tits tighter together over D'mitri’s pulsing, twitching cock.

Overwhelming heat. Nothing but her warmth, cock leaking, mixing into the oils, sliding inside the tight space made by engine and heavy, squeezing tits. At some point D'mitri’s hands slid out from under Karlach’s, letting her take over the grip. They groaned and whilst it was a sound that could have be borne of torture they didn’t stop, even when Karlach merged with their rhythm, using her hands to slide her tits up and down D'mitri’s shaft.

They braced themselves on the ground, hands either side of her head and lost themselves.

This could only be what fucking a volcano felt like. When they were close, knees sore and hips stuttering, Karlach growled. “C’mere, you.” Her hand on their ass dragged them forward and before they could feel bereft of the pressure of her breasts around them, the feeling was replaced by her mouth around their cock. Their hips would have faltered but Karlach’s hand on their ass kept them moving, pumping and rutting into her mouth.

In comparison to the heat of her heart, the mouth was almost cool, and the sudden change shocked their orgasm from them, squeezing and pulsing down her open throat, feeling the vibrations of her hungry growling.

D'mitri had enough sense left to collapse to one side of her.

***

“I thought it might hurt you,” she murmured. She lay on her back still, D'mitri tucked into one side under her arm.

“It did.” Their voice was dreamy, and spent. They slid one hand over her belly, soft flesh over dense muscle, and up again to slot between her breasts. They didn’t even twitch at the heat the engine threw off. “It was amazing.”

A little sound escaped her throat. Amusement. Amazement. Gratitude.

“Just coz you’ve gone and got yourself a cock doesn’t mean you’re gonna turn into a selfish man now, does it?”

D'mitri’s eyes fluttered open and they grinned. “No, my sweet. What do you need?”

“You said you wanted to worship me, right?” Her eyes swept down over herself, and a hand followed, sweeping an enticing arc down one side. D'mitri licked their lips.

“Get down there and get worshipping, then.”

D'mitri sat up fast, and started working on the buckles of her pants.

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