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“She’s not very well. I have already administered the antidote, but she needs someone to relieve her properly.” Jaheira said, cleaning the blades of the double scimitars that always accompanied her wherever she went.
“I could go there and take her to the stars, but she already said she doesn’t want to sleep with a vampire.” Astarion said with a grimace, his hands gesturing in a spoiled manner. “Bad luck for her.”
Minsc went quiet in a corner, going over the latest events. He and Genevieve were exploring the docks of Baldur's Gate looking for clues about Bhaal's last devotees hiding in the shadows after both the God and the Elder Brain were defeated. It had been six months since the incident involving them and The Absolute, and the city was rebuilding at a rapid pace. Genevieve, Minsc, Jaheira, Astarion and Shadowheart had stayed there to help, while the rest had gone their own ways. Gale went to Waterdeep and hadn't appeared in a while, busy taking care of his mother's health, while Halsin avoided the ugly streets of the cities and remained in the presence of Silvanus in The Fields of The Dead, the forest that surrounded Baldur's Gate. Karlach and Wyll rarely appeared, as after returning to Avernus their main objective were to make the Tiefling's mechanical heart as stable as possible before setting foot in Faêrun again.
Genevieve and Minsc had become closer as the months went by, always going on missions together, guided by Jaheira and her loyal Harpists. He considered her his Wychlaran, and Gen saw him as her Berserker protector. Even Boo allowed the human to hold it, having nothing against the affection and pampering it received from the woman. And because of this, Minsc considered himself guilty of what happened. He should have been more attentive, as they had been ambushed. None of them were hurt, but one of the bandits had blown a strange powder in Gen's face, bringing her to her knees almost immediately. Minsc split that man in half, before picking her up and bringing her to the druid Jaheira's house in search of help, since he didn't know anything about plants. Jaheira promptly examined it, concluding that the powder was from a plant native to Neverwinter, that is, an antidote created there in Baldur's Gate only had the power to prevent poisons and effects of local plants. It would help keep the fever down, but the main symptom remained: a powerful aphrodisiac used on the great mammoths of Neverwinter with the intention of increasing procreation and yielding more meat in the extremely harsh winters.
Gen was lying in fetal position in one of the guest rooms, her body hot and bathed in sweat. The black strands stuck to her forehead, while her arms hugged her own belly in an attempt to stop the contractions, the uterus itself yearning for relief. Jaheira went every fifteen minutes to check on Gen, helping her wipe off the sweat. Wearing underwear or pants wasn't an option, as they all ended up getting wet within a few minutes, so Jaheira had put a dress on the human, made of thin, breathable fabric.
“I hope she gets better soon…” Shadowheart said with her arms crossed and a worried expression on her face. The long white hair this time was not in a braid, but in a lazy bun. She was asleep when she heard the news about Gen, running as fast as she could from her parents' house to the druid's.
Minsc clenched his jaw, mulling over the latest events. He should have been more attentive, quicker, and protected her properly. He had already lost a Wychlaran before and losing another wasn't on his plans. Of course, Gen was not at risk of death, but seeing her with a simple cold already made the Rashemen tense. And that particular case made him feel guilty. If anyone should help her, it must be him. But what the great man could do? It was obvious even to him that the only way to relieve her was laying with her. It wasn't like Minsc was a virgin or inexperienced, but it had been a long time... And he was afraid of affecting the great friendship he had with Genevieve.
He sighed heavily when Boo squeaked in his ear, looking out the window. The sun was already setting.
< (A few hours later) >
It was around eleven o'clock at night when Minsc walked through Jaheira's house, steps careful not to wake the landlady or Boo, who was sleeping peacefully on it's own pillow at the headboard next to the Rashemen's bed. He had waited until everyone was asleep to go to Gen's room. He thought about knocking, but the door was already ajar. He looked through the crack, the sight he saw nearly causing him to fall back. Gen had her legs open, the dress she was wearing thrown to the other side of the room. Hands on her own wet intimacy, two fingers going in and out, while two others eased the bundle of nerves above the entrance. She bit the pillow, a few whimpers escaping. Minsc swallowed dry, the sight leaving him almost breathless. There was no point in denying the attraction he felt for Genevieve, a fact that only grew as they spent more time together. He, however, didn't wanted to lose her and knew how romances ended long-time friendships. Minsc didn't wanted that, so he pushed aside his own desires and maintained an almost fraternal view of her. But that night was different. He would just help her with an illness, that's all. That's what he was trying to put into his mind.
“Who’s there?” Gen asked, quickly pulling the cover over her body, one of her small breasts still visible.
Minsc pushed open the door, his broad shoulders almost touching the frame as he entered. The human's eyes widened as she quickly sat down on the mattress, trying to disguise her own rapid and labored breathing.
“Minsc, what…?” she tried to say, before losing her breath when she saw him quickly closing the door, his fingers turning the key. In long strides he reached her, sitting on the bed and placing his large hands on each of Gen's shoulders. She shivered at the touch, biting her tongue when a weak moan tried to escape.
“Minsc will help you. It is Minsc’s duty to do this.” he said, his face a little red. Gen's eyes widened, squeezing the sheet she was holding until her knuckles turned white. “Please let Minsc end the suffering Gen is going through. Minsc should have been more attentive, faster. It’s Minsc’s fault that Genevieve is like this.” she opened her mouth slightly, but no sound came out. Her blue eyes traveled across his brown ones, looking for some sign of a joke, something that would make her disbelieve that that were real. Her hands released the sheet, going to Minsc's on her shoulders. “Let Minsc help you, please.” he repeated, eyes remaining on hers.
“Minsc…” she whispered, relaxing her shoulders, letting the sheet uncover her breasts. The man's eyes curiously descended there, before rising again. Minsc looked at her lips before his big hands went up to her neck and the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. Gen moaned at the touch of his lips on hers, almost immediately opening her mouth for his tongue to explore. Her hands squeezed his shoulders, not to push him away, but to pull him closer. She wasn't in a position to assess the consequences it would cause, Gen just needed immediate relief. She had been in that state since morning and could no longer stand the suffocating sensation of the aphrodisiac. The kiss started intensely, but Minsc slowed it down, feeling the salty taste of her lips, his large hands leaving her neck to spread over her chest. Genevieve was infinitely smaller than Minsc, and this awakened an almost instinctive desire in her. She loved feeling protected, surrounded by those thick arms and beneath the Rashemen's warm smile. And, like Minsc, Genevieve denied the attraction she felt for the man. Not for fear of ruining their friendship, but of being refused and making the atmosphere between them turn awkward. She had never noticed the way Minsc sometimes looked at her and was sure he considered her almost like a sister, eliminating any and all desires she had for him.
The man's thumbs reached the already hardened nipples, passing his digits lightly over them, making Gen shiver under the touch. Minsc guided the kiss, tasting her already swollen lips, while Genevieve sank her short nails into the man's thick skin, an almost desperate act. She wanted more. She needed more. One of her hands left his shoulder and went straight to his crotch, but Minsc broke the kiss, holding her hand and preventing it from touching him.
“Minsc, please…” she whimpered, opening her watery eyes.
“Don’t worry, little warrior. Minsc will satisfy you.” he said and the words made her skin crawl. “Don’t worry about Minsc. Focus on yourself.” Gen bit her lower lip, feeling his hands now go to her waist, pulling her onto his lap. One of the palms traveled to one of her ass cheeks, squeezing the flesh and making her arch her back, moaning softly. Now her intimacy rested on his, erect and firm beneath his leather pants. Gen rolled her hips, drawing a long sigh from him, his long fingers squeezing her sensitive skin, more lewd sounds filling the room. Minsc nibbled on one of Gen's nipples, moving his hand down her ass cheek to where she needed it most, two fingers exploring the folds of the bundle of nerves, making her legs tremble. The Rashemen's name escaped Gen's lips, encouraging him to place a finger inside, amazed at how easily the digit slid in. She was so wet Minsc didn't think twice when inserting another digit, eliciting a drawn out moan from her. Now, his fingers encountered some resistance, the soft walls pulling at the same time as they tried to push the man's digits out. Genevieve lifted her hips, lowering them again in palpable desperation. She needed to be fucked, and fingers alone weren't enough.
“Minsc, please…” she whimpered, placing her forehead against his.
“Not yet, little warrior. Minsc is a man of large proportions and doesn’t want to hurt Genevieve.” He said, making her nibble on his lips, initiating another kiss. “Minsc can imagine how difficult this is for Gen, but please be patient.” She groaned in frustration, scratching him in protest. The kiss was broken when his fingertips massaged her g-spot, making her throw her head back and moan loudly. Minsc quickly covered her mouth with his other hand, silencing her. “Gen, try not to make so much noise. Jaheira can wake up.” She just nodded, biting her own lip again to contain her moans. Minsc noticed, kissing her to stop biting that part of her body that he didn't imagine he would like so much. “If Gen’s pleasure is too much to handle, Gen can take it out on Minsc.” He whispered against her ear. “Minsc can handle it.” She smiled, her nails digging firmly into the man's broad shoulders, as his fingers moved, increasing the rhythm as her body's resistance disappeared. When Gen's legs started to give up, he removed his fingers from inside, eliciting a complaint from her, but Gen fell silent as she was picked up by the waist and manhandled on the mattress again. Minsc gently pushed her to lie down, his eyes lingering on the woman's naked body, making her blush. The large palms went to the sweat-soaked thighs, pulling them apart to reveal the wet intimacy and the clitoris swollen with pleasure. “Gen is beautiful down here too.” He said, running the tip of his index finger up and down her folds. “Minsc wants to prove it… Can he?”
Gen looked down, the sight of him so close to her crotch making her blush even more. When their eyes met, she just nodded. Minsc replaced his index finger with the tip of his tongue, moving up and down, feeling the velvety, warm skin. Using his thumbs, he pulled her bigger lips apart to have more access, fascinated by the way her walls contracted at the slightest touch, the slightest breath that reached that sensitive part. With the path uninterrupted, he ran his tongue generously from bottom to top, making her throw her head back again, her hands gripping the sheet beneath them, her fingers turning white. Gen raised one of her hands to the man's smooth head, feeling the need for something to pull, sinking her fingers into the skin just above the purple tattoo. Minsc made no bones about being polite, devouring her with the same voracity as a newborn Gnoll devours it's first meal. The tongue flicking the swollen clitoris, sucking and nibbling, eliciting lascivious sounds from her that filled the room.
“Minsc, stop! I…” she tried to say, dragging herself back and away, climax already dangerously close. But Minsc ran his hands under her thighs, holding her by the waist and keeping her in place. Gen's eyes widened, giving him small punches on his shoulders, but she was powerless. She had to cover her mouth with both hands when the peak reached her, whimpering softly and holding back the scream stuck in her throat. Minsc placed one last kiss there, before pulling away and climbing over to her, resting his body weight on his elbows on the mattress. Genevieve was panting, and the man gently brushed away the black strands stuck to her face, admiring her in the same way a cleric admires his God. “Don’t look at me like that…” She said, her face flushed both because of shyness and because of the “physical exercise” they were performing. Gen tried to look away, but Minsc gently grabbed her cheek, forcing her to look him in the eyes again.
“Is Gen better?” he asked. She didn't feel satisfied. Now, not only was the aphrodisiac in effect, but so were the desires that had previously been stifled. Gen looked at him, her blue irises getting lost in the desert of his brown ones. “Minsc can continue until Gen is satisfied and the effect of the powder has worn off. Until morning, if Gen desires. Or until the next night.” He smiled, the act making Gen's heart rise into her throat. Gods, this was getting dangerous. Dangerous because she could no longer deny the feelings she had for that man. And she didn't know if he was doing this with the pure intention of helping her, or if he had some other reason behind it.
“Minsc, why are you doing this?” She asked, cupping one of her hands up to touch his cheek, doing the same thing he did to hers.
The man went silent. Minsc tried to turn the few gears he had in his head, still afraid of his own feelings for Genevieve. After so many months together, shared nights, stories, adventures... All that time only served to add more fuel to the burning fire that laid in his heart, which he tried in vain to put out. But what power would a simple human have over love? He sat on the bed, easily pulling her into the same position as before, leaving her sitting on his thighs and making them almost the same height.
“Minsc at first really wanted to help Gen.” He spoke, eyes darting to another random spot in the room. Telling the truth while looking her in the eyes was a difficult task. “But now Minsc seeing Gen like this… Minsc…” The man bit his lip, swallowing hard as he gathered the courage to look at her again. “Now Minsc wants to give pleasure to Gen not just for the aphrodisiac. Minsc wants to make Gen feel good. He wants to touch Gen more and more until Gen feels satisfied.” He said, looking at her again. “Minsc can? Love Gen until the sun shines on the bedroom curtains?” Genevieve smiled, cupping his face with now both of her hands, touching both foreheads for a few seconds in silence, before looking at him again.
“You can.” She said. “You have no idea how much I wanted this. During the day I could only think about you. As I tried to relieve myself, I kept imagining you coming in here and taking me out of this despair. I-” a moan interrupted her as she felt the sensitivity of the last orgasm leaving, making the long, tortuous contractions return. “I-” this time it was Minsc who interrupted her with a kiss, one bathed in affection and love, an act that made her heart skip a beat. Almost stop. When they broke away again, Gen smiled. “Minsc, please… Get me out of this hell. I need you deep inside me, please, please…” Her eyes shone, as her hips rolled again over the excited member pressed in the man’s pants.
“If it weren’t for that powder, Minsc would say Gen was possessed by a succubus.” He joked, making her laugh softly. “But Minsc doesn’t think Gen is ready yet… Minsc doesn’t want to hurt Gen.”
“Minsc, you won’t hurt me!” She said almost in despair. “It can't be that you're that worried, how-” she pulled his pants down, wanting to know why he was so worried about. When his hardened member hit her belly, the tip reaching her navel, her eyes widened. “Ah…” Genevieve swallowed hard, staring at the monstrosity between them. It was not only long, but also thick. The head was dripping with precum, glistening dimly in the moonlight. The foreskin still covering part of the pink and wet tip. She brought one hand there, slightly retracting the skin to reveal the entire tip of his intimacy, feeling the thick veins that decorated the cylindrical organ in her palm. Minsc sighed at the touch, watching what she was doing. Her delicate touch making his mind freeze a little. Gen, for a moment, thought about actually giving up, at least for that night, but now she saw the whole situation as a challenge. She would take it, she would have him fully inside her. If not completely, then until the tip reaches the entrance of her uterus.
“See? Gen is small, Minsc could end up doing more harm than good.” He said, a look of guilt on his face.
“Minsc, I want you.” She said, massaging the man's intimate area, making him breathe heavily. “Please, you won’t hurt me… I can handle it.” Her hands began to move at a more frantic pace, eliciting an almost guttural moan from Minsc.
“Are Gen sure?” He asked, looking her in the eyes again. “Because if Minsc hurts Gen, Minsc would never forgive himself and-” This time Gen silenced him with a kiss, more needy, more voracious. Minsc understood the message and returned the act with the same intensity, hands going to her ass again and squeezing it eagerly, massaging the flesh like a baker massaging bread dough early on a day he knows will be busy. The kiss lasted for long seconds, before Gen pushed him against the mattress, getting on top of the man. The difference in size almost makes it like a bed for her. Gen took her hands to his chest, pulling away and breaking the kiss, opening her legs to accommodate his full size, feeling her thigh muscles complain at being so stretched. Looking at him so surrendered, something lit up inside her. A new fetish, perhaps. Gen didn't know, and didn't want to think about it at that moment. All she wanted and needed was him inside her, deep and hard. She placed her wet and needy cunt on Minsc's length, going back and forth, feeling the shape of the veins against the sensitive skin. A long, drawn out moan escaped, and Minsc covered her mouth again. His warning look brought out a smile, covered by the man's large palm. His other hand rested on her waist, guiding her along with her own movements, his hips not resisting and moving back and forth with her, increasing the friction. “If Gen can’t keep quiet, Minsc will have to keep his hand like this.” He said, removing his hand from her lips. Gen smiled again, pulling back his wrist and putting the tips of two of his fingers in her mouth, sucking while moaning lasciviously. That made Minsc groan between his teeth, the vision leaving him with a clouded mind. Genevieve noticed, her tongue running between his digits, while her hips didn't stop moving. “G-Gen…” he moaned, encouraging her to continue, increasing the speed with which her hips came and went. When she felt another orgasm dangerously close she stopped moving. Minsc watched her as she took his length at the base, leaving it at the angle of her hungry entrance. Gen bit her lip when the tip touched, hissing at the sting of having her walls aggressively pushed. Stubbornness made her push her hips further, eliciting a painful moan. Minsc sat down quickly, holding her by the hips. “Gen, this way you will get hurt.” He said. “Let Minsc relax Gen more, so it will enter more easily.” Gen looked at him, concern written all over the man's face.
“Only if you let me touch you too.” Gen said, taking off what little of him she had managed to put in her, sighing in relief. Heavens, Minsc was too big. Or maybe Genevieve who was very small. Minsc for a moment looked uncertain, but Gen's hungry eyes broke down the walls of insecurity that surrounded his heart, making him just nod. “Lie down, I already know how I want you.” He obeyed her vehemently, lying down and remaining at the woman's disposal. Gen smiled, crawling over him until he was upside down, her own intimacy now on his face and his on hers. Minsc thought he had never seen a more undue position than that one. The hands went to her thick thighs, opening them a little wider, the needy part of her now completely at his disposal for him to use however he wanted. He licked his lips at that sight, running his tongue and collecting her juices mixed with his own, his body hot at that sight. Gods, Minsc was starting to lose control a little. He knew he was easily carried away by very intense emotions, but he didn't imagine that lust would be one of them. Minsc moved his hips instinctively, thrusting the air with his pulsing extension. Gen looked at it curiously, now doing the same thing he did, running her tongue up and down his shaft. It was heavy, hot. The well-trimmed hair and the smell of soap highlighted the hygiene that Minsc maintained. She licked her lips, trailing kisses along the cylindrical organ, before wrapping her lips around the tip. Minsc thrusted again, pushing half the length into her mouth, the tip stretching her cheek. Gen went to work there, licking and sucking and not caring about wasting saliva. She needed him well lubricated and he needed her well relaxed. Minsc turned his face away from that bundle of nerves, enjoying the view before pushing two fingers back inside her, risking a third that made her moan and vibrate his intimacy wrapped around her mouth. Minsc moaned hoarsely at the sensation, pushing his three fingers against her. The man had no mercy as he fucked her with his fingers, also longing for the moment when he would be fully inside, satisfying her. For him, his own satisfaction and pleasure didn't matter when hers were present. Making her happy was his main goal, and now with that aphrodisiac running through her blood, he had a mission to accomplish. He added another finger when the resistance subsided, and Gen rolled against his digits again. She concentrated on taking all, or almost all, of his dick in her mouth, happy when Minsc let out sounds. It was a difficult job, but for her it was like a challenge and she was ready to do it. One of her hands went to his heavy balls, massaging gently, making Minsc exhale in portions and Gen noticed how sensitive he was there. She smiled at the discovery, placing more attention where he liked it most, leaving him embarrassed to feel so vulnerable. "Enough. I need you to fuck me.” She said rolling away and sitting on the bed next to him. "Now". Minsc obeyed her, sitting down immediately and pulling her into a kiss while taking off the vest he was wearing, throwing the piece of clothing to a random corner of the room, his hands going to Gen's waist again, laying her down on the mattress. Minsc pulled one of the pillows and placed it under Genevieve's hips, elevating them and leaving her at a more comfortable angle to receive him. The act aroused in her ashes of innocent jealousy, and she wondered how he knew that. His skill with his tongue answered the questions she had and, for a moment, she pondered Minsc's sex life before she was turned into a statue in one of the squares of Baldur's Gate. Her attention returned to him when she saw his exposed chest, the muscles now covered in sweat, making her belly tighten and throb with imminent desire. Gen took her hands there, feeling the short, dark hair, going down to near the navel to start rising again. “Wow…” she blurted out, making Minsc laugh a little embarrassed.
“Why the surprise, Gen?” He asked, as he adjusted himself between her legs. “Gen has already seen Minsc without a top.”
“Now it’s different, Minsc…” she said, remembering the day she saw him bathe in a river near the camp they had at the time of fighting the Absolute. She had been ecstatic at the sight. And it seemed almost a crime to touch those muscles without a devout intention like hers.
“Minsc doesn’t understand.” He said. "But fine." He grabbed the base of his own intimacy, passing the tip along hers, moving up and down. Gen let out a whine, trying to relax as much as possible to wrap herself around such a man. When fitting the head, Minsc pushed gently, not encountering much resistance. When he locked it, his hands went to her waist, almost able to touch his fingers on one another when he closed his hands there, highlighting the difference in size between them. “Gen, let Minsc know if it hurts, please.” He asked and only when Gen nodded he pushed his hips against her again. Gen hissed, this time not in pain, but the sensation of being so open was strange, different. She had never received so much size in her life. When half entered, she sighed in relief. “Look, Gen takes Minsc so well…” he muttered more to himself than to her, and Genevieve bit her lip at the provocation. She hadn't imagined that Minsc would be so vocal in bed, leaving her a little embarrassed. And not in a bad way. “Opening up like this, ready to receive Minsc…” he said, sighing at the sight of his own intimacy deep inside her. “Is Gen okay?”
“Y-yes…" she whispered softly, releasing the sheet she was holding tight to bring her hands to Minsc’s on her waist. "Wait one moment…"
“As much as Gen needs.” he nodded vehemently, stopping moving to let Gen get used to it. She felt stuffed, the walls insisting on squeezing Minsc's member in an involuntary attempt to expel him. The tightness made Minsc hiss. “So tight.” He said, looking down again. “So beautiful, Gen… All over. Minsc feels like he is lying with a goddess.” Gen couldn't hold back her giggle, blushing because of the compliments that Minsc showered her with, helping her to become more relaxed. She wondered if he was doing it to make her feel calmer, or if he was just saying what he thought at that moment. Either way, it was working.
“Y-You can move.” she nodded and Minsc bent his body down, finding her lips and closing them in a kiss, as he moved his hips away and slowly and gently pushed the length inside her. Gen let out a muffled moan against Minsc's lips, hugging him as best she could. The movements became more erratic, and Minsc had to support himself with one hand on the bed frame that was hitting the wall, keeping it in place so that the sound wouldn't wake anyone in the house. The other hand was ready to silence Gen if he felt it was necessary, but the kisses already did the job of keeping her quiet. The man felt his orgasm getting closer and closer, grinding his teeth as he tried to hold it in for as long as he could.
“G-Gen, Minsc is getting close…” he stuttered, the thrusts taking on a messier rhythm. Gen looked at him with tenderness in her eyes, pulling him into a hug, her legs closing around the man's hips, locking him in place, allowing him to reach his peak right there. Minsc buried his face in the crook of her neck, not taking long to explode after a few more thrusts. Gen felt the hot liquid invade her, the sensation was very welcome, calming the demon that the aphrodisiac caused to be born inside her. The movements did not stop, however, and Minsc continued at a slow pace to catch his breath. His eyes bathed in lust met hers. “Minsc can continue as long as Gen needs it.” he said, making her blush again. “Minsc will only stop when Gen asks.” Gen did not doubt the virility of a Rashemen, biting her own lip again when he felt her legs being lifted, her ankles now resting on the man's broad shoulders. He leaned forward, bringing both of her legs together, opening the way for him to hit her deeper. Gen's eyes widened at the sensation, whimpering. That was too intense, making some tears run down her temples. Minsc, upon seeing her crying, stopped immediately. “Is Gen hurt? What happened?" he asked in mini desperation.
“N-No... D-Don’t stop…” she moaned softly, hugging him. “Fuck me, Minsc, please…” Minsc sighed heavily when he heard those words leaving her lips without any shame. “It’s so good, so good…” She didn't needed to warn him twice, and the movements began again. That position made him reach deep spots inside her, the tip reaching the entrance to her uterus every time those powerful hips pushed against her, making her moan louder than she should have. Minsc prevented any more sounds from coming out by covering her mouth with long, intense kisses. And when Gen finally felt her orgasm approaching, she threw his head back. Minsc took advantage of the free path to lick and nibble her neck, his fingers gently squeezing her erect nipples, bringing her more stimulation than she imagined she could feel in her life. “C-Close, Minsc!” Gen whined.
“Minsc too.” he said through gritted teeth, thrusting hard against her until they both finally reached orgasm together. Minsc continued to move, stretching Gen's apex to its maximum, until he finally stopped. He carefully lowered her legs, both of them panting and bathed in sweat. The man felt his heart beat faster when he was presented with that vision: Gen satisfied and completely messed up. She was like this because of him. The feeling of a job well done invaded him, and he withdrew from inside her, making her moan softly again. “How are you, Gen?” Minsc asked, arranging her body on the bed in what he thought was the most comfortable position, before rolling to her side and laying down on the mattress. “Did Minsc satisfy you?” Genevieve had her head in the clouds, her body still letting out small spasms, the hot liquid running down her folds. She looked at Minsc, her eyelids heavy. The despair that the aphrodisiac caused was now gradually ceasing. She didn't know how long that relief would last, but she believed she didn't needed to worry as long as she had Minsc there to satisfy her.
"Yes, I'm fine." She mumbled, a long yawn escaping. “Tired, wow…” Minsc gently pulled her into his arms, wrapping her in a warm and comfortable hug. She snuggled there, a tender smile stretching her lips. “I hope we didn’t make too much noise…”
“Gen sounded like a little songbird.” Minsc joked, placing a long kiss on her forehead. “Minsc will be here if the aphrodisiac borrows Gen’s body again." She laughed softly, too tired to think about anything. Silence fell between them and Genevieve soon found herself in a heavy, uninterrupted sleep. Minsc was still awake, thinking about the last hour they spent together and how it would influence their relationship in the future.
As he watched her sleeping, three little words formed inside his mind.