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Waking up with Shadowheart in my arms had been a truly lovely surprise. The knowledge, first by logical deduction and then by her shy admission, that she had willingly and voluntarily circled the fireplace and burrowed her way into my embrace had made it all the better. Her morning inspection of my naked body, however, as pleasant as it might otherwise have been, had brought my good mood down somewhat. Because the injuries she was making sure were well and truly gone, the injuries that I had received from Jergal's fallen scribes, had forced me to take a second look at one of my curses.
A second look that had proven I sometimes had the reading comprehension of a particularly concussed sparrow, because the Exhibitionist Curse did not, as I thought it had, say that I had to survive three fights utterly naked. Instead, I had to survive them fully clothed and depowered.
Which…didn't feel like it should be named Exhibitionist, and that had been the root of my confusion. Anyway, that left me with a grand total of two options: trying to steal or purchase clothes from somewhere, or rolling an Item Ticket and hoping that the result was a good one. Me being me, I of course opted for the semi-risky option of rolling the ticket and hoping for the best.
So I left the cave to relieve myself, leaving a still-groggy Shadowheart to finish waking up, and put my fate in the hands of RNGesus.
[Rolling…Rolling…Rolling…Role Complete! View Results?]
Taking a hopeful breath, I took the proverbial plunge. Almost immediately, I was gasping in surprise and moaning in pleasure as a matte-black, faintly shining bodysuit painted itself onto my body, closer than skin-tight and molding itself to every counter. God, I could feel just from the way that it was wrapped around my body that I had one hell of a bulge on display, and my now-hard nipples were definitely visible.
[Congratulations! You received 'Training Suit'! By receiving 'Training Suit', you automatically receive the effects of it's predecessor Item, 'Schrodinger's Bodysuit!']
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Schrodinger's Bodysuit
Common Item
This shiny bodysuit is practically painted onto your body, deliciously showing off your curves and/or muscles to anyone who cares to look. Yet somehow, it's also able to hide cocks and labia perfectly, leaving a smooth surface as if the genitals don't even exist. If you like, you can turn this function off at will, revealing your bulge or camel toe in all of its glory and even drawing viewers' attention to it like moths to a flame.
If the suit ever gets damaged, it will slowly repair itself over the course of a day or so.
Because it's so tight, this Item can be worn under any other form of clothing or armor, whether it's provided by this System or not.
If the owner sees fit, this outfit cannot be removed without their permission.
This Item can be upgraded to Training Suit with an Uncommon Ticket.
Training Suit
Uncommon Item
You receive Schrodinger's Bodysuit, if you don't possess it already. The Bodysuits it provides are now upgraded to allow further access to the body of the wearer. The designated owner can now choose to have the suit reveal the wearer's erogenous zones as they see fit.
Furthermore, it now comes with the ability to train the wearer in the joys of BDSM. It is capable of generating extra fetish components such as posture collars, chastity belts, ball gags, retractable plugs and vibrators, and more. Any chastity belts, or similar accessories, created with this ability can only be unlocked or removed by the owner, are self-cleaning, and can be worn for long periods of time without impacting the wearer's hygiene.
More docile submissives will find this outfit to be the most comfortable thing that they've ever worn. It will never chafe, rub, or otherwise cause undesired discomfort or loss of physical function. Any attached toys or or accessories will never cause more pain or discomfort than the owner desires, while reminding the wearer of their submissive status constantly.
More restive submissives will still find it comfortable, and it still won't cause any chafing or harm, but the attached toys and accessories will always dance between the edge of discomfort and pleasure, disallowing them from trying to ignore the fact that they are wearing it and the effects it is having.
This Item can be upgraded to Battle Harness with a Rare Ticket.
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Reading through both items, I grinned the grin of the shamelessly aroused. This would be more than enough to qualify me for the Exhibitionist Curse, and the ability to create more of them meant that I could put Shadowheart and the other girls in one's of their own eventually. Delightful~!
Of course, I'd have to explain to Shadowheart where I got it from…hmm…a magical item I'd found lying around, perhaps? Hell, she might not even question it, simply chalk it up to me being a strange pervert of a succubus and moving on with her day.
At any rate, I was now basically a normal person, which meant that our upcoming fights with various goblin groups would be more than sufficient to fulfill the requirements of Exhibitionist. The key would be finding the smart fights, the ones that would be deadly but not suicidal. Which meant…the goblins in the secret tunnel to the grove, for sure. Definitely not Ethel, Moonhaven…well, maybe Moonhaven? The ogres and the guys at the windmill were all far enough away from each other that I could fight them piecemeal, probably.
Or at least that had been the case. I'd have to play it safe, thanks to the Curse that remixed the world. For all I know, Moonhaven is a goblin fortress right now, or crawling with Phase Spiders. I wasn't really looking to find out either way, and wasn't looking forward to dealing with those fucking Spiders no matter where or when it happened.
For the time being, though, I needed to take a look at snagging a couple of my companions. Gale, at the very least, was potentially still stuck inside of a teleportation matrix that he'd fucked up. Hell, for all I knew, the man was dead. It had been two days -more or less- since the Nautiloid crash, and if he was dead we were potentially in deep shit. I had no idea how the Orb of Karsus going boom while inside the portal would work, and I wasn't particularly eager to find out either.
If the would-be god wanted to blow himself straight to hell, he could do it without killing the rest of us, thank you very much.
"What…are you wearing?" Shadowheart's incredulous voice broke me from my contemplations, and I turned to give her a lazy smirk with hooded eyes even as I chastised myself for missing her approach. Then again, given how reduced my powers and abilities now were, it might not actually be my fault at all!
"Come to watch me pee, sweet 'Heart. I didn't know that you were so adventurous~!" I purred cocking my hip and enjoying the way her eyes locked onto my exquisitely outlined and defined cock through the latex-like material.
"Well, it seemed to me that if you were going to be an unrepentant pervert at all hours, I might as well enjoy myself once or twice." she shot back, much to my delighted surprise, as she stepped up to prod my chest in a sadly non-sexual way. "I'm serious, though, what on earth are you wearing? Is it some sort of sex thing?"
"I mean, yes and no? It's a magical fetish bodysuit that will eventually be a magical fetish combat bodysuit, but it doesn't have much to offer me right now on that front." I responded, which was perfectly true, and I spread my hands innocently as her eyes narrowed at me. "Look, I can tell you all about it later. Right now, we need to poke around the damn wreck and see if we can find anything. Those intellect devourers have already killed enough people as it is, and we ought to put a stop to it. And see if we can find other people with tadpoles, for that matter. Strength in numbers, and all that."
She wasn't an idiot, she knew a deflection when she heard one, especially when it was accompanied by my catching her poking hand and spinning her around to press her back against my chest, with a kiss just below her ear at the end.
But she didn't pull away, didn't stiffen or slap at my hands or otherwise protest my manhandling of her either, nor try to press the point. Instead, she let out a long-suffering sigh that was rather thoroughly undermined by the way she leaned back into me, her head tilting just slightly to give my lips better access to the soft skin beneath her ear. A shiver ran through her, one that she probably would have denied if asked, and I felt my lips curve smugly against her skin. I'd notice the first time I'd done it that she was fond of that spot in particular, and that discovery seemed to be the gift that kept on giving.
"Hmph. You're impossible to deal with…" she murmured, but the words came out breathy rather than sharp, and when she finally extracted herself from my arms it was with visible reluctance. She smoothed down the front of the loose shirt that Quelanna's charity had provided, squared her shoulders, and fixed me with a look that was clearly meant to be stern. "Fine. The wreck first, then, because you're right about that. But you'll be explaining to me what you meant by all that sooner rather than latter, Sylvanas, and I won't always be so distracted by a few sweet words and an embrace."
"I'll hold you to that too, lovely," I murmured, watching her go with a warmth in my chest that had nothing to do with the bodysuit and everything to do with the way she'd leaned into me without thinking about it. Progress. Real, genuine, unmanipulated progress. Well, mostly unmanipulated. The dream thing was technically manipulation, but it wasn't like I'd made her do anything she didn't want to do. I'd just...provided the setting and the safety for her to be honest with herself.
I'd say 'that is my story, and I'm sticking to it', but it was actually true, for a wonder.
We broke camp quickly, Shadowheart dumping sand over the fire's embers while I did a final sweep of the cave to make sure we hadn't left anything behind. Not that we had much to leave behind, mind. 'Heart had The Watcher's Guide and the Amulet of Lost Voices, while I had a quarter-staff and a shortsword I'd taken off of Jergal's scribes. Not exactly my preferred weapons, I need a longbow to really shine, but I could fight, and that's what mattered.
Then she was in my arms, and we were soaring through the air towards the shattered hulk of the nautiloid along the route that should lead us to a certain Mystra-fucking brunette. To my surprise, though, instead of a handful of dead goblins scattered a few yards away from a teleportation rune, I spotted almost a dozen of the damn things, half of them busily working on repairing several of their traps that had been damaged by the crash itself.
I dived immediately, hoping they wouldn't spot us, while Shadowheart cursed softly and creatively in my embrace. We landed a bit firmly on a patch of scorched ground with a soft thud, my knees bending to absorb the impact, and 'Heart was wriggling out of my grip instantly with her new magical spear held at the ready.
"Alright, I'm going to…" I started to say, but I could hardly finish the fourth word before she was glaring at me, eyes snapping with a spark of fire that I couldn't help but find beautiful.
"You are not going to fight all of them by yourself, you damn fool! The skeletons was one thing, the intellect devourers another, but this…!" she snarled, cutting me off with an imperative swipe of her hand. "You'll be outnumbered ten-to-one and get yourself killed! It's unacceptable!"
"Well I'm damn well not going to let you get yourself killed!" I snapped back, making sure to keep my voice low so that I didn't draw the attention of anything unpleasant. "This may not be a combat suit yet, but it's better than pants and a shirt, and I'm more durable than you are!"
Which wasn't strictly true, given that I was down to 25% of everything, including my ability to resist damage, but that was still 25% of something that wasn't entirely mortal, and that put me ahead of my 'Heart.
"Well unless you want me to burn all of my mana for the day attacking from range, instead of keeping it available for healing, you don't have much choice but to let me help, now do you?" she hissed, and the way her jaw was set -not to mention the rest of her body language. I'm pretty sure her arms would have been folded stubbornly if not for the spear she was holding- told me that I wasn't going to win this argument with charm or sweet words or any sort of logical argument.
Especially not because her logical argument was kind of hard to beat.
"Fine, but you're staying in cover until the fighting starts, alright? I was planning to use my feminine wiles to distract the little bastards, mess with their heads until I was close enough to kill a few in my opening attack." I ground out, less than happy with this entire situation and very much looking forward to being at full power again…and being able to use my god-damned tickets again.
"Your 'feminine wiles', is it?" she repeated flatly, and the look she gave me could have curdled milk at a dozen yards, a mixture of intrigued and profoundly disgusted. "You're going to seduce a murderous pack of filthy goblins."
"Not seduce them, just... confuse them. Muddle their little brains. Succubus, remember? I don't have to make them fuck them, that's disgusting, just make them horny enough that it makes them stupid. Well, stupider." I tapped my temple with one finger, flashing her a grin that I hoped was reassuring rather than manic. "Their minds are weak, 'Heart. Goblins aren't exactly known for their mental fortitude. A little psychic pressure, a bit of the old razzle-dazzle, and half of them won't know which end of their weapons to hold. By the time they finish waking back up, I'll have killed at least a couple and you'll be hitting them from the side. It's a foolproof plan."
"There's no such thing as a foolproof plan, especially not when you're involved. You thrive on the chaos too much." Shadowheart muttered, which, ow but true. Words aside, though, she was already moving, slipping behind a jagged spar of nautiloid hull that jutted from the earth like a broken rib. Which it very well might be, given that nautiloids were technically alive. Giving me another harsh look, one that did nothing to hide the worry in her eyes, she bit out one last threat. "If you get yourself killed doing something stupid, I'm going to get the resources I need for a True Resurrection just so that I can kill you again myself."
"Oh, I knew you loved me." I purred, enjoying the way she blushed and stammered, but noticeably neither confirmed nor denied the 'accusation'. Adorable. Almost as adorable as the rude gesture she made when I blew her a kiss. "Fear not, love. I promise not to die, if only to spare you all the expense of bringing me back a time or three."
She didn't look particularly impressed with me, but that was fine. She'd be plenty impressed soon enough, especially once I got more power and was able to start sharing it with her, which I absolutely would. Couldn't leave any of my girls behind, after all, and there wasn't a whole lot of fun to be had in having no equals, no one that could stand beside me. Something she had certainly proved willing, and more than able, to do thus far, and would hopefully continue to be willing in the future. It certainly didn't feel like she was only 'playing nice' to get to Baldur's Gate, at any rate.
Taking a deep breath and willing my bodysuit to retract, setting my tits free and bearing my sex to the world -huffing a near-silent sigh of relief as I saw that the debuff for Exhibitionist still applied- and started to saunter towards the not-so-distant goblins, letting my hips roll, my tail swaying behind me like a slop, hypnotic pendulum as my magic began to bleed out of me in pulsing waves that had more in common with a cloud of pheromones than any great work of spell-crafting.
The first goblin to take notice of me was a scrawny, filthy, god-only-knows-what-that-stuff-on-his-skin-is little wretch holding a shortbow that was almost as wretched as he was. Some low-ranking trash, I had to assume, judging by how he was in a particularly sorry state even for a goblin. He spotted me mid-stride as he paced back and forth, and the way that his mouth dropped open would have been gratifying if he wasn't, you know, a goblin.
Though I had to admit, goblin or not, the way it's beady little piss-yellow eyes seemed unable to decide whether to look at my cunt, my tits, or my tail was amusing. If they bounced around any faster, he might get dizzy and pass out, the little shit. The slight babble he gave off as he attempted to let his little friends know I was there was even funnier, and I'm pretty sure I could see the moment that his brain -or what passed for one- stopped functioning properly as a result of the view and my aura.
"Oi... oi, lads, there's a... there's a..." the wretch finally managed, his voice trailing off into something that was less 'words' and more 'drool-adjacent noises', and I had to fight down the urge to laugh. I really did. Because laughing would break the spell —not literally, it wasn't that kind of magic…probably— and I needed these idiots as docile and stupid as possible for as long as possible. I didn't doubt it wouldn't last when I started cutting throats, I wasn't powerful enough to force them to remain docile if I was doing that quite yet, which meant I needed as many throats in cutting range as possible.
Three more turned to look. Then five. Then all of them, one by one, their makeshift tools and weapons lowering or going slack in their grips as I padded closer, that invisible cloud of desire rolling out ahead of me like an invisible stormfront. God, I could feel it working, could feel the way their tiny, malicious minds sputtered and stalled, their focus on their task and their annoyance at the lack of captives being pushed back by their lust. Lust that was food to me, fuel to me, food that I hadn't realized how much I was missing until I had it in front of me.
From the bandits at Jergal's temple? A scent on the wind and little more, given how briefly we were all together. What I'd been getting from Shadowheart and Lae'zel, barely noticeable compared to this, dampened by the circumstances as even my most affectionate moments with my 'Heart had been. This was raw, undiluted, shameless lust, lust from a dozen beings whose entire focus was currently on me, and that was more potent than I'd expected it to be. A soft moan slipped through my lips, eyes half-lidding as my nipples tightened and my pussy moistened and clenched in the same moment.
If this was what power, my power, tasted like, I was going to have a real good time being a hero.
Mmh, maybe I'd be a Greco-Roman hero. They just killed monsters and fucked people. That sounded fantastic…
They were crowding closer now, their comments getting steadily filthier and more depraved as I did nothing but preen and pose, as the arousal I was feeling -not from them, never from the idea of fucking these disgusting bastards, but as I gorged myself on the tantric energy they were giving off- became painfully obvious even to a bunch of brainwashed, tadpole-worshipping beasties such as these. Their hands reached out, started to grope and prod…and then the screaming started, as I grabbed one around the throat, crushing his larynx even as I cut the carotid of another, leaving her reeling and clutching at her neck as blood fountained. A third, shock blinking away the haze over his mind, was busy trying to raise and draw his bow when the first goblin -choking and scrabbling at his throat as he tried desperately to breath- was 'relocated' from my hand and into his face at the highest speed I could muster under current conditions.
Then the fight was on.
With three down -even if one of them wasn't actually dead, just trying to get out from under the corpse of it's friend- and the element of surprise on my side, I had an advantage, and as the goblins scrambled to switch their brains from 'fuck' to 'fight' I put my sword through the chest of another. A scream from the side heralded Shadowheart's arrival, as she darted out of the trees to impale a goblin through the gut with her magical spear. Three goblins turned on her immediately, swarming towards her as she took her stance, and the rest…the rest came right at me.
All five of them, with the sixth staggering to his feet and nursing the injuries he'd picked up from being hit in the face by a thrown full-grown member of his race, all armed and very, very angry. I kicked my most recent kill's body free of my blade and brought it's length around just quickly enough to parry the first blow. My interlocutor promptly went to the ground with a fascinating sound as I kicked him dead-on to one head, and then he stopped making any sounds at all as my sword separated the other from his neck.
"Come on then, you ugly fucks. I've things to do, and you're in my gods-damned way." I growled, facing off with the rest of his little friends, beckoning with my free hand. "So hurry up and die already!"
The fight that followed was a brutal one, especially when it turned out that one of the goblins that hadn't died in the opening chaos was a boohyahg. One that had left my tits and cunt -still hanging loose, since I'd neglected to have my suit seal back up when I'd launched my attack- more than a little toasted from the Burning Hands that she'd used on me. Something that had distressed my 'Heart almost as much as it had me, eager as she'd been to heal those burns and the various nicks, cuts, and other collected wounds that I'd received during the fighting.
It had been one hell of a relief, when the last goblin died and Shadowheart was scampering towards me with worry writ large on her face, to see the counter for the Exhibitionist Curse go from 0/3 to 1/3. It had been even more of a relief when Shadowheart had started healing her, even with commentary that accompanied it.
"…believe that I let you talk me into this! I can hardly believe that you've lived this long, either, if you make a habit of doing this sort of thing." she wrapped up her complaints as swirling golden energy wiped away the last of my wounds, kneeling beside me as I sat leaning against the stone wall holding the run, only to eep softly as I pulled her into my lap.
"Hey, I promised that I'd survive and keep you safe, didn't I? Kept my word, yeah?" I said, one arm going around her waist while the other rested on her outside knee, and she swatted me on the chest with a blushing scowl.
"That's not the point! You got hurt, and I could have lost you!" she hissed, sounding genuinely distraught, and my smile softened as she -in spite of her displeasure with me- cuddled a bit closer and tucked her head under my chin. "Sooner or later, you're going to pick a fight that I might not be able to heal you through quickly enough! What will it take to keep you as safe as you're keeping me, Sylvanas?!"
"Time, and energy." I responded honestly, though not in the fullest of details. Not yet. "I'm not at my full strength, and I won't be for a little while yet. I've gone without feeding since the nautiloid, and as useful as getting tantric energy from these guys," I tilted my head at the corpses of the goblins. "was, it was ambient. It's not enough to really feed me. A snack, not a meal. Honestly, if it wasn't for the affection and trust you'd given me the past couple of nights, I'd have been in trouble."
"So it's not just…just sex that you feed off of?" she asked, genuinely curious, and I tilted my head back and forth in a so-so gesture.
"Its mostly sex, but truthfully it's life energy in general. Sex is the most potent, and the most pleasurable," I responded, getting a squeak and a swat at my hand as it playfully flicked down from her waist to pinch her ass lightly, before returning to bracing her back. "Because sex is about life. It's fun, obviously, and it's not always about knocking someone up for us intelligent folks, but at it's most fundamental, sex is about starting a new life. So I can feed from sex, I can feed by draining out what some call 'chi' or 'life energy', or I can feed by drinking blood, like what you would call a vampire. Though, unlike those sorry sorts, I'm a bit more pure. I cause pleasure, not pain, when I feed, and it can't turn someone into something like myself. Not yet anyway, I'm not powerful enough for that, and it's something that I'll only be able to do at will, not to everyone I feed from."
"That's..." Shadowheart mumbled, and I could feel the way her body shifted in my lap as she processed the information, the slight tension in her shoulders making it clear that she wasn't sure quite how she felt about this. "That's a lot to take in. You're telling me that I've been... feeding you? Just by being near you?"
"Not in a way that hurts you, or drains you, or does anything negative whatsoever. It's not even active, really, but entirely passive." I reassured her quickly, tightening my arm around her waist just a fraction, gently rubbing her hip through her shirt with my thumb. A spike of pleasure went through her, a waft of a meal, and I resisted the urge to try and get more from her. "Think of it less like feeding and more like... basking. You know how a cat lies around in the sun? The cat isn't taking anything away from the sun, it's just…receiving freely. That's what your affection gives to me, what feeds me when we cuddle at night."
She was quiet for a long moment, long enough that I started to worry she was getting cold feet, maybe even figured out that I had been visiting her in her dreams. The fingers of her right hand had found their way to the collar of her borrowed shirt, fidgeting with the loose fabric in a way that I was rapidly learning meant she was thinking hard about something she wasn't sure she wanted to voice, and I swallowed heavily as she shifted away from me somewhat. Then she let out a slow breath, and some of the tension in her shoulders bled away, her body settling back against me as if she'd never started to pull away.
"So when we... when I came to you last night, by the fire. That was..."
"A very nice meal, yes. But more importantly, it was you choosing to trust me, and that meant more to me than the energy itself." I pressed a kiss to her temple, letting it linger. "I'm not interested in using your for meals and throwing you away, love. I might be a constantly-horny pervert," she giggled softly, shortly, nodding in agreement against my neck. "But that doesn't mean I don't care for you or want to keep you safe and happy at my side."
She was quiet again after that, but it wasn't the same sort of quiet, the quiet that had worried me earlier. Instead, it was the softer silence of comfortable companionship. She stopped fidgeting with her shirt as well, and I had to carefully restrain my glee to a small smile of quiet, happy satisfaction as one of her hands met the one on her waist and laced their fingers together.
"You're very good at this, you know," she finally said, and I would have considered the words angry or accusatory if even the slightest hint of either emotion had been in her tone. "Saying exactly the right thing at exactly the right moment. It's almost suspicious."
"Almost?" I raised an eyebrow, letting my amused affection show on my face. "It should be suspicious outright. I'm a Bard, you know, as much as I am a Ranger."
"Oh, spectacular! A Bard and a succubus, or whatever succubus-adjacent thing you are, since you're apparently a vampire as well. One has to wonder why you've not pressed me against a tree and taken me then and there, if that's the case." she teased, though I sensed a hint of vulnerable curiosity as well. It was easy to figure out why. She wasn't quite sure about me yet, but she was now wondering if I simply didn't find her desirable enough to take for my own. Still, she was being playful right now, so getting too heartfelt might actually make her feel more uncomfortable, rather than less.
"Because, my sweet, sweet 'Heart, there's a difference between wanting something and taking it before it's ready to be given," I replied, letting my voice drop into that husky purr that I knew from prior experience she very much enjoyed. "I could press you against a tree right now, and I suspect you wouldn't stop me. You'd even thank me when we were done. But that's not what I want. I want you to press yourself against that tree and pull me in after you. I want you to want it so badly that you can't stand another second without it. And when that moment comes?" I leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of her ear, feeling the way her pulse jumped beneath the thin skin of her throat. "I promise you, neither of us will be thinking about trees."
The sound she made in response was deeply, profoundly satisfying and made my sex throb. If I'd given myself back my cock, I'd have probably been at full mast in an instant. It wasn't quite a moan, not quite a whimper, but something caught between the two that vibrated against the side of my neck where she'd pressed her face. Her fingers tightened around mine, her pulse heavy enough that I could feel in through them, and the wave of arousal that rolled off of her was the most delicious thing I'd tasted since waking up in this world. Rich, sweet, layered with wanting and yearning and a vulnerability that she probably would have been mortified to know I could sense so clearly.
Not to mention made it painfully difficult not to try and seduce her sweet little ass right here and now.
Then she pulled back, cheeks flushed a deep and gorgeous crimson, eyes bright and slightly glassy, and jabbed a finger into my sternum hard enough that I actually felt it through the bodysuit, a pout on her lips.
"You are infuriating, Sylvanas Windrunner. Absolutely, thoroughly, catastrophically infuriating." Each word was punctuated by another jab of that accusing finger, and each one sent a little ripple of warmth through my chest that had nothing to do with pain. "You can't just say things like that and expect me to function normally for the rest of the day. We have things to do! People to find! Tadpoles to deal with!"
"I can and I will, because your face when you're flustered is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, baby." I responded without shame, catching the jabbing finger and pressing a kiss to its tip before Shadowheart snatched it back with a noise of adorable feigned outrage. "But you're right. We do have things to do. We'll circle the wreck, see if we can find anyone outside of it, then search the interior as we're able."
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She didn't know how she'd gotten into this situation.
Well, that wasn't quite true. She'd gotten kidnapped by a group of cultists, mind-flayer cultists of all things from the looks of it, while busy roaming the damn countryside, killing monsters of man and beast alike, while diligently avoiding anything that would cause her return to Baldur's Gate and the shitty, worthless, heartless excuse of a man her father had engaged her to.
Well, not the man she had considered father. He had been her beloved mentor, the man who'd practically raised her, and was now dead after having helped Xenk Yendar and the Harpers near-annihilate the Clerics of Talos.
Her biological father. The man who'd been responsible for knocking up her mother, his brother's wife, and had probably helped the fucking Red Wizards of Thay kidnap the aforementioned brother and drag him off to the Doomvault. Alas, poor Torlin, his brother was a cuckolding, kinslaying piece of shit that he'd trusted far too much, to the detriment of his House.
And if all of that wasn't bad enough, she'd been kidnapped from a little slut in the service of some vampire lord that had just finished turning her into a vampire herself so that she could 'be the bride of the Ascended Lord when the time came'.
That was the last time that she'd trust some pretty, silver-haired, red-eyed elf-girl, dammit!
And she'd find out whoever was responsible for this bullshit and have her revenge!
But first! First she had to figure out where the fuck she was, and she had to find some god-damned clothes! She might not be a pretty prude of a princess, but it was cold on the coast of where ever-she-was, and she wasn't remotely interested in being a literal frigid cunt, thank you ever so kindly.
And what was that absolutely incredible scent that was just wafting towards her, cutting through the smell of the fire and the burning nautiloid…?
"Hey there, stranger." a voice said almost as soon as she'd had the thought, stepping out of the trees, and Cirilla Silvershield -upon spotting the breathtakingly beautiful elven woman with silver hair, crimson eyes, and very eye-catching black garments- did the only reasonable thing and promptly hurled a dagger straight at the speaker's head.
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Choices Being Voted On At This Moment on Patreon:
Head to Waukeen's Rest
Head to the Grove
Confront the Cultists in the Grove Tunnel
Confront the Cultists in the Ruins of Moonhaven
Look for Lae'zel
[1] https://www.patreon.com/astandupphilosopher
[2] Shadows and Dust (Updated the 10th of every month): the Mass Effect story where FemShep has the Phoenix Force from Marvel. Chapters 22 through 26
[3] Crown of Slaves,(Updated the 20th of every month) the Star Wars : The Old Republic Sith Inquisitor isekai. Chapters 29 through 33
[4] Nothing Is True, Save For the Blood We've Shed (Updated the 30th of every month): the crossover between The 100 and Assassin's Creed. Chapters 32 through 36
[5] And So The Eagle Conquered, a Skyrim story with the MC named for, inspired by, and planning to emulate Constantine the Great of the Byzantine Empire. Chapters 6 through 11.
[6] Cauldron of Ghosts, a Worm/Solo Levelling Fusion Fic wherein Taylor becomes The Player. Not an AltPowerTaylor Stations of Canon fic! Chapters 4-8.
[7] Including NSFW and SFW images of various scenes or moments in various stories, or even just the characters themselves doing lewd things that aren't specific scenes!Currently, this includes images from Echoes In Eternity, And So The Eagle Conquered, Crown of Slaves, Cauldron of Ghosts, Embracing the Stereotypes, and Shadows and Dust, but there are much more to come!
[8] https://discord.gg/3VKjmXBYY8