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The Elfsong had never been louder. The cacophony of the patrons’ voices in the thick, stuffy rooms had never been more annoying, nor had the clanking of glasses and cutlery against metal plates been more exhausting…
You sighed as you contemplated your next steps, pinching the bridge of your nose, afraid that the dull pressure in your head would become a full-blown headache if you didn’t get out of here any time soon.
What you had wanted to do after eating a quick dinner was getting upstairs to the room you and your friends ‘rented’ out for no gold at all — thanks to you and your sly persuasion skills that made the Innkeeper eventually agree with you that adventurers staying here again would be good press for the Elfsong after ‘the incident’ – as they called the murder that had happened here not that long ago…
You yearned to curl up with only the friendly crackling of the burning wood in the fireplace for gentle noise around you, all warm and sleepy and perfectly content for a change. And without the ever-present, ever-expectant eyes of your friends, your travel companions, and a hamster constantly on you to make all the hard decisions nobody else dared to make, to give guidance and inspiration, to somehow solve everybody’s problems and to find a way to defeat a dangerous cult…
And tonight was the perfect (and, let’s be honest, perhaps only) chance you’d get to just be, to just indulge before this would all be over one way or the other — all of your friends and companions were out in the city doing their own things, leaving you with the rare and precious hours of privacy you craved. You wanted to make most out of it, even if you had to do something drastic like casting Silence over the whole taproom of the Elfsong.
Because chances were that the tavern’s noises would follow you up, carried by the croaking wood floors, leaving your only refuge not as quiet as you’d want it to be.
But silencing the Elfsong’s patrons would make a fight break out, that was for certain!
And fighting the angered, paying, silenced guests on your own in the tavern that was so kind as to provide you with a roof over your head after weeks and weeks that had bled into months on the road was probably not the wisest idea.
Which made you consider the option you’d rather not – finding a quiet, calm place somewhere else in this buzzing city that rarely calmed down, not even at night…
A truly remarkable way to spend your day off, how wonderful!
But perhaps you didn’t have to as the soothing scent of metal, fire, ash and leather surrounded you just moments before strong, familiar hands rested on your shoulders and warm lips pressed a sweet kiss to the crown of your head…
You hummed, smiling as you reached up to one of the hands on your shoulders, fingers lacing together in a silent, loving greeting.
“I knew I would find you here, sweet pea,” Dammon mused as he unlaced his hand from yours and slid into the free seat next to you, stealing a piece of leftover fruit from your plate in front of you.
“And I also knew you would sit here and brood instead of actually enjoying your free evening…” he scolded you gently with affectionately sparkling eyes.
“You know me too well!” You sighed, grimacing towards him.
“That I do!” Dammon grinned and tapped the tip of your nose, you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. “And I also know the perfect solution for that but before – close your eyes for for me for a second please…” You immediately did as told. You could hear him rummage through the leather pack he had brought with him in the very next moment.
“Palms up please,” he said and you grinned as you turned your hands around and something long and thin that balled into a blunt spherical shape with a rougher surface at one of its ends was placed into your hands.
“Alright, you can open your eyes again!”
“Oh Dammon…”
You breathed out and stared in awe at the filigree rose in your hands. It was finely and masterfully sculpted from a light metal that was almost otherworldly glowing in the taproom only lit by the candles on the tables, the lanterns on the wall and the two generous fireplaces on both ends.
“I… I wanted to give you something that will last forever, like my love for you will never wilt. Just like this rose. And I also want to remind you that you’re my rose, you are everything that is beautiful in my life!“ Dammon said quietly, his eyes big and earnest with the most adorable of blushes painting the tips of his ears and cheeks pink.
“I LOVE YOU TOO! SO SO MUCH!” You yelled and threw yourself around his neck across the table, knocking over your chair in the process but you couldn’t find yourself caring for the loud thud that followed as it landed on the floor.
Dammon caught you, laughing at your outburst of joy and love and held you close to him, not letting you out of his arms while he got up too and guided the two of you into a proper standing hug with your arms still around his neck and his hands securely on your waist.
“Thankyouthankyouthankyou,” you singsonged, face buried into his neck, pressing some tiny kisses that were just as much adoring, happy giggles against it.
You felt him sigh and melt into you, arms holding you even tighter as his tail wrapped itself around your legs.
“I have more in store for you, remember?” he murmured. “Come on!”
He tapped the back of your hands that you had still securely locked around his neck, urging you to let go of him just enough for him to take your hand instead and show you the way to whatever he had planned.
You just loved surprises! Especially his like the rose today. His gifts were never anything less than considerate and of a timeless, modest elegance and beauty – just like he was!
And this did the trick for you, you removed your arms from around his neck, brilliant blue eyes sparkling down to you as Dammon extended his hand to you with an inviting smile and you lost no time to grab it, your fingers lacing immediately together.
And you were reminded of yet another thing you loved so much about him when he gave you a quick, apologetic look, stopped you, let go of your hand for a second and dutifully put up the chair that you had pushed over in your excitement.
“No, no, please let me,” you tried to intervene but Dammon was quicker and gave you a proud little smile instead when the chair stood on all of its four legs again.
That was Dammon at his very core, always aiming to make the world around him right again, no matter how big or small the issue, he would try to fix it and if he couldn’t do it immediately would he ponder about it, day and sleepless night after sleepless night until he had found an acceptable solution…
“Already done, don’t worry about it!”
You laughed.
“Ah my hero, always fixing the world, do you?”
“I do what I can, don’t I?” he grinned and pulled you into his side, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist.
“But only thanks to you, sweet pea! Y’know I couldn’t do it without you, you’re my muse after all, you’re my best girl!” he continued and pressed a kiss into your hair, right above your temples. You giggled and snuggled closer.
He could have had anyone with his soft, almost shy smile, honest eyes - bright, blue and endless like the summer sky in July - his broad shoulders, strong arms and toned body. But he didn’t. He wanted you like you wanted him. With him you felt unstoppable, invincible and first of all at peace!
He was your rock, he was your anchor and he was yours.
You truly were one lucky gal, you mused as the two of you strolled upstairs and you began to look forward to your empty room, with or without noises from below and with only Dammon and you. You two could make your own, so much more delicious noises together after all…
Lost in your daydreams about the close foreseeable future made not only a hot, delightfully tense anticipation rise from deep within you and spread throughout your whole body and making you oh so comfortably-uncomfortably aware of the clothes brushing over your body, no, you also missed that the two of you were walking straight past your ‘rented’ room and further down the hallway.
He stopped right next to a ladder you hadn’t even noticed was there before.
“Have you ever been to the roof of the Elfsong?” he asked.
“There’s a roof?” you asked absolutely flabbergasted.
“Yes,” Dammon chuckled and you feared that your heart would swell so much with all the love you had for him and how much you adored to hear this cutest of sounds from him that it would make your chest burst open in this very moment. The world knew the kind, quiet, selfless and gifted blacksmith with eyes like crystals and stars, but you were also allowed to know that behind it all was still the young smithery apprentice trapped in Avernus, desperately trying to stay alive and sane in a place that relished in destroying these two first and foremost…
“Yes, there’s a roof and I want to show it to you… I promise you, the view will be worth it, so up you go!”
He winked and you grinned, feeling a thrilling heat rise in your cheeks.
To see him so relaxed and in such an excellent mood was a rare and so, so precious sight to you. You would do everything you could to keep it like this since you were the only one holding the privilege to witness his joy, his unburdened mind for once — and his cheekiness.
“Ladies first,” he motioned with a nod towards the ladder and a smug smile.
He also was one lucky lad you mused to yourself with a smirk as you climbed up the ladder, making sure to let your hips sway generously with each step.
You climbed the remaining steps up after opening the hatch and were welcomed by a Baldur’s Gate you hadn’t seen before, hadn’t met before!
A velvety breeze came as in greeting, soft like a rose’s petals on your skin….
And there were lights, silvery and golden, brassy and platinum. Rich and warm from candles and lanterns made from finely hammered metals with holes poked into it to create a lace surface that now drew intricate patterns and even whole stories on the floor and the walls of a nearby archway. There was a dancing couple, animals playing in the fields - and was this a group of adventurers slaying a dragon?
The lanterns lit a prepared picnic on the ground by the archway. Thick carpets, fur blankets and pillows in almost all shapes and sizes were spread out over them, several plates generously filled with all kinds of sweet treats, honeybuns, fruits, sweet, sticky syrup covered cakelets and mead were waiting to be enjoyed…
You carefully inspected the set-up illuminated by the silvery light of the full moon hanging big and heavy in the deep blue sky above, silver-plating the world, enchanting it.
It whispered of magic to come, of a dance of gold and silver but it all paled at the joy of warm hands finding your middle and pulling you flush against an even warmer, utterly adored and desired body.
“So, did I promise too much?” Dammon asked, whispering against the shell of your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin with every word, making you shiver, sending goosebumps all over your body.
“No,” you sighed, turning around in his arms and letting your hands rest on his chest, your fingers beginning to tease the laces of his shirt open. “You haven’t!”
His hands were quick to mirror your movements on his body on yours — eagerly pulling laces and ties open, letting bracers and loosened shirts slide off of shoulders and arms, feet quickly slipping out of shoes as you stumbled out of pants and underwear in a mess of hungry, toothy kisses, sucks on necks and hands finding all the sweet otherwise hidden spots that now laid bare. And lights of silver and gold danced over your bodies – just as the moon had foretold.
Dammon began to place his teasing kisses more strategically once you were gloriously and beautifully naked. The two of you had still the whole night ahead of you after all and neither of your appetites were quickly sated nor was either of your stamina running out quickly. So some caution was in order…
He kissed over your collarbone first, sucking and nipping with careful teeth, slowly, very slowly, exhaustingly slowly sliding down towards your wonderful breasts…
You bucked into him, wrapping your arms around him while opening your legs against his front, trying to get some friction where you ached to be touched.
He let you pull him down into the blankets and pillows and shuffled down your torso, occasionally nipping and kissing the soft flesh of your stomach before he got settled between your widely opened legs, Your hips writhed, softly and unconsciously bucking into him, inviting Dammon to take everything he desired and you craved.
“Y’know, I can fix anything, you said so yourself…” his eyes glittered and sparkled, some serious competition for the stars above.
“And I plan on fixing this positively dripping ache you got there,” he stroke relishing through your slit, humming to himself as you bucked into him, his touch doing nothing to soothe any ache, instead it only stoked the fires of your arousal higher.
“You’re beautiful! Have I told you that today yet?” he asked, cocking his head to the side, letting his eyes wander from your wet cunt over your stomach to your breasts and then directly into your eyes. Swallowing hard you shook your head slowly, you didn’t trust your voice right now.
“Oh that isn’t right. Let us remedy that quickly, ” he said with a sweet smile and finally leaned down between your legs.
“You,” he breathed against your cunt, making you shiver and your whole body tingle deliciously in anticipation.
“Are,” he closed his lips around your clit, sucking hard with no warning. Gasping in surprise you almost sat up straight in the way your back arched up and your legs involuntarily closed around his body at his ministrations. Dammon grinned against you, reaching up with one hand, splaying it out over your stomach, using it to gently push you back down into the pillows while his tail wrapped around your left leg, pulling it properly open again. He gave your clit another generous suck, let his tongue swirl around it before sliding down curiously again, exploring you as if it was the first time. He followed your cunt’s hidden lines, its velvety folds, slick and hot and all his. His rose!
“Beau-“ His tongue found your pulsating entrance but didn’t slid into you just yet.
You whimpered and pleaded, forming his name over and over again was all that your tongue could do as you tried to wrap your legs tighter around him but his tail effectively hindered any more elaborate movements than some bucking and rutting against his nose. You groaned in frustration.
“-ti-“ Dammon blew against you, directly into your middle, making you buck into his face again, opening your legs wider, begging for more.
-ful!” And he finally dipped inside! You breathed out, shaky and relieved when he began to finally fuck you with his tongue. Pushing into you as deep as he could, pulling out, tracing your entrance and your clit again, sliding around them before returning and pushing his tongue back inside. He thrusted into you with maddening precision, with one additionally finger either on your clit or pumping quickly in and out of you when he let his tongue take on its teasing and exploring again.
You mewled, trying to meet his movements, chasing after the pleasure that build up, your hands got hold of his head, fingers loosening his bun in their attempt to find leverage, any kind of relief and connection. You whined and Dammon hummed against you.
The vibrations met you unexpectedly and spread quickly deep into your core, you bucked your hips faster, your hands flew to his shoulders, your nails digged into his back and then — “DAMMON!”
You screamed as the stars above you faded to black as your back arched up as far as possible and his tongue continued to fuck you relentlessly over and through your edge, making you see new stars behind your eyes with every wave of boundless pleasure!
You panted.
“Wow!” He breathed out. “You were incredible! I wished you could see you right now…”
He looked adoringly up at you from between your legs, he was otherworldly breathtaking like this, pupils blown huge, cheeks subtly rosy, lips swollen, glistening with salvia and your wetness, his disheveled honey-and-cream-hair silver-plated by moonlight and most importantly – still right between your thighs!
“Likewise!” you grinned, slowly catching your breath again.
You began to let your finger follow the lines of his ear, moving over the shaved side of his head with the short, bristly hairs that tickled your fingertips oh so nicely towards his forehead, tracing the nubs and bony structures of his horns until you slid further down to cup his cheek in your hand.
Dammon hummed and nestled into your hand, turning to kiss your palm.
“I love you, Tav! I love you!”
“I love you too, Dammon! So, so much!”