Thirsty - CellPhish - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] (2024)

The Orphic Hammer… it consumed Lae’zel’s mind to the point she no longer registered they were, currently, in a brothel.

“So this was Raphael’s endgame. f*cking devils.” Karlach growls.

“He knew, this whole time, the Dead Three enslaved an Elder Brain with the Crown of Karsus. That the Astral Prism held the true heir to the Githyanki throne.” Gale adds, looking quite grim. “We have a grave choice to make.”

The conversation, awkwardly, halted when one of the workers sidled up to Shadowheart. Ever since they stepped foot in Sharess’ Caress, the half-elf seemed to draw every whor* to her. Karlach openly chuckled when Shadowheart sent the attendant scurrying away, pouting at how his seductive pitch had failed.

“You’re popular, soldier.” Karlach grins.

“Annoyingly so.” Shadowheart growled before tipping her wine cup to her lips.

“Can’t imagine why.” Asatarion jokes.

“The pheromones of She-Alphas…” Gale starts to lecture but the vampire kicks him firmly in the shins under the table.

“Now’s not the time for a lecture, wizard.” Astarion drawls. “However, since we’re here and it's been a long journey, it can’t hurt to indulge ourselves a little.”

“Not like the world’s ending or anything.” Wyll protests, gaze wandering a moment later as a woman sashay’s past their table. “Still, it was a long road.”

“A good f*cking sounds great!” Karlach grins, her exclamation loud enough to draw attention.

Lae’zel wrinkles her nose in disgust at the idea, intent to leave and just wait outside but notices Shadowheart heading towards a room in the back. Curious, Lae’zel follows, drawing aside the curtain to a room of utter decadence.

On the stage dominating the wall was a nude female tiefling, her grey skin decorated with a canvas of tattoos from head to toe. She swayed and moved to the music being performed while patrons lazily watched through the haze of smoky incense. Lae’zel snorted, as the layers of scents burned at her nose. She turned to leave but caught sight of Shadowheart out of the corner of her eye.

The half-elf is in a shrouded corner with two drow, a man and woman that look much alike; twins. Lae’zel feels her upper lip curl over her teeth as she watches the woman’s hand slide down and cup her crotch, squeezing Shadowheart’s hardening length through her trousers. The pair seem to be whispering something to her, tempting her and Lae’zel watches the She-Alpha give in, green eyes fluttering as the woman descends to her knees, unlacing the cleric’s trousers.

“See something you like?” A whisper in her ear made Lae’zel flinch to the side and bare her teeth, face dark with an embarrassed blush. “No need to be shy darling, takes a rare sort to garner the attention of both of the Orliths.”

“Get away from me, istik. I am not seeking company.” The githyanki snaps at the lanky human man, who quickly retreats and slinks off to find another suitor.

Lae’zel feels a knot in her throat and heat pool in her loins as the female drow manages to free Shadowheart’s co*ck from its confines, since the half-elf was still in her armor. Shadowheart cards one hand through her silvery hair as the woman easily takes her co*ck down her throat. The male twin whispers something in Shadowheart’s ear between playful bites to her jawline and neck. Shadowheart growled with pleasure as he bit down on her neck, her hips canting forward insistently as the female sucks her off.

Shadowheart whined, as the female drow (she hadn’t been listening when the pair gave their names) hollowed out her cheeks, tongue pressed firmly against the underside of her co*ck as she bobs her head back and forth. It had been… Shadowheart wasn’t sure how long it had been since she indulged in pleasures of the flesh but after weeks upon months on the road, enduring the temptation of an omega in her company…

“f*ck.” Shadowheart growls, hips jerking as she nearly c*ms in that moment.

“No need to hold back.” Sorn murmurs against her ear, tugging lightly on Shadowheart’s silver braid. “Alphas deserve such worship.”

Shadowheart clenches her teeth and growls, resisting the mounting urge to finish. She tightens her grip in the woman’s hair and thrusts faster, the wet slide a sensation that makes her shiver. The pressure at the base of her co*ck becomes painful, slick leaking from the tkp constantly as she ravages the drow’s throat.

Her tadpole stirs, chittering as another communes with it but it's not the overbearing command of The Absolute. No, with a wet gasp, Shadowheart recognizes the psionic tug and glances to her right, seeing that Lae’zel has been watching her.

Shadowheart swore as she came, the drow woman gagging as the alpha slammed her co*ck down her throat and emptied herself.

Lae’zel’s felt thirsty and it wasn't for wine or water.