A lewd Awakening

I woke to the slow, familiar pings.

[+1 Corruption]

[+1 Corruption]

A low, pleasant heat sat heavy in my loins. Soft, wet warmth moved steadily beneath the duvet, lips and tongue working with focused rhythm. For a few hazy seconds I simply lay there, eyes closed, letting the sensation roll through me while memories of the previous night flickered behind my eyelids—Karlach’s pleasant heat, her fingers locked with mine, the way she had looked at me when she asked for just me—just us.

Then I registered the second body beside me.

Karlach’s unmistakable weight and warmth were pressed along my left side, one arm thrown loosely across my stomach. Her engine hummed its new, steady rhythm against my ribs.

I froze.

The mouth under the covers did not.

Carefully, I lifted the edge of the duvet.

A pair of intense yellow eyes stared straight up at me from between my thighs. Lae’zel’s long hair was slightly mussed, her expression calm and absolute.

She pulled off just long enough to speak, voice low and matter-of-fact.

“It is dawn. I have come to stake my claim.”

Then she sank back down, taking me deep with a quiet, satisfied moan.

Karlach stirred, shifting closer. A soft, half-asleep mumble left her lips—something wordless and affectionate—before she settled again, breath evening out.

I lay rigid for a moment, caught between the lingering warmth of the night before and the very real, very determined githyanki currently working between my legs. Karlach had seen us before, live in the act even. Still, doing this while she slept against me after what we had shared felt different.

Lae’zel noticed my distraction. She pulled off again, a thin string of saliva connecting her lower lip to the head of my cock.

“You are distracted,” she murmured. “Perhaps this will return your focus.”

She shifted higher, pressing her full breasts around me, and began to move. The soft, hot pressure of her cleavage slid along my length while her tongue flicked and curled over the tip with precise, greedy attention. Every few strokes she sealed her lips around the head and sucked, a muffled wet soundt. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, dark with the same oral hunger that had only grown stronger with each stage of her corruption.

I didn’t last long.

When I came she closed her mouth over me immediately, swallowing in steady pulls. The taste alone was enough. Her thighs clenched, a full-body shiver ran through her, and she moaned around me as her own orgasm hit—quiet, intense, and clearly driven by the act of taking every drop. For a few seconds her eyes went unfocused, tongue still lazily working as she savoured her reward.

Then she began to ease back under the covers, clearly intending to leave the same way she had arrived.

“Aren't you forgetting something”

She stopped.

[Lae'zel: Corruption +3]

Without a word she slid back into place, rested her cheek against my cock, and looked up at me with calm expectation.

I stretched my hand and place a single fingertip at her lower lip and let loose a single, delicate surge of eldritch power.

The effect was immediate.

Lae’zel’s eyes flew wide. She clapped both hands over her mouth a fraction of a second too late to stop the sharp, muffled yelp. An unmistakable wet splat sounded against the sheets as she came again, harder this time, toes curling, breathing ragged.

[Lae'zel: Corruption +1]

Karlach mumbled something soft and sweet in her sleep, nuzzled closer to my side, and resumed her slow, even breathing.

Lae’zel’s stare was pure displeasure for one long second—annoyed at the loss of control, annoyed at me for targeting her weak spot, annoyed at herself for forgetting the reason she had come in the first place. Then the irritation faded into reluctant acceptance. She gave the smallest, least threatening “T’chk” I had ever heard from her, licked her lips to catch any remains, and slid downward.

The duvet shifted. A moment later, the tent flap whispered open and closed.

Lae'zel's ritual was fulfilled. Somehow Karlach had slept through all of it.

I settled back against the pillow in no hurry to move, Karlach slid closer, her engine ticking its calming new rhythm under my palm. Outside, the Underdark was quietly waiting. Minutes passed like this. Enough of them that I'd actually started drifting back to sleep, lulled by the bodyheat next to me and the fading relief Lae'zel had offered.

Then the tent flap rustled a second time..