Just Us

My tent stood waiting at the edge of the chamber, lantern already lit low inside. Karlach didn’t slow. She pulled me through the flap with one hand and let it fall shut behind us, sealing out the last of the firelight and the quiet sounds of the others settling in for the night.

Inside, the space felt larger than it should have. The bedframe Kagha had arranged still dominated the center—sturdy, raised, layered with blankets that smelled faintly of clean cloth and the dried flowers hanging from the support poles. The lantern cast a warm, golden pool across the mattress. Everything was neat. Inviting. Ready.

She stood in the middle of it, engine thrumming fast, painting her features in a soft blue hue. For a long moment she just looked at me, like she was still waiting for the heat to rise and ruin everything.

It didn’t.

I stepped closer and raised my hands to cup her face. Her eyes fluttered shut and a long breath left her chest.

“It really doesn’t hurt,” she said, voice small.

“No. You just feel… nice.”

I brushed my thumbs along her cheekbones. Her skin was warm—properly warm, the kind that felt like a living body. She leaned into the touch with a soft, almost disbelieving sound.

“Ten years,” she murmured. “I forgot what this felt like.”

I kissed her.

[Karlach: Approval +1]

She kissed back hungry and vulnerable at the same time—deep, searching, like she was trying to drink the moment before it could be taken away. Her hands moved over my chest and shoulders with careful urgency, eagerly mapping every inch of fabric and skin.

When we broke apart she was already pulling at my clothes.

There was no teasing. No slow reveal. Karlach wanted skin and she wanted it now. Armor and cloth fell in a hurried heap near the bed. She climbed onto the mattress first, on her back, and looked up at me with open hunger as I finished stripping.

Her eyes traveled over my body without shame.

“Gods, you’re pretty,” she said, almost accusing.

I let my gaze travel over her—the warm orange skin marked with old scars, the powerful curves that had softened into something smoother, her golden eyes competing with the heavy swell of her breasts for my attention. “You’re perfect.”

[Karlach: Approval +1]

She huffed a small, embarrassed laugh and reached for me. “Please. You already got me in bed. No need for more sweet-talk.” Her eyes found the floor. “Though I don’t mind it.”

I knelt between her thighs and lowered myself until the weight of my cock rested against the soft heat of her mound.

Karlach’s entire body jerked.

“Yessss.” The word left her in a long, broken hiss. “Please. I can’t wait anymore. Please please please—”

I pushed in slowly.

The sound she made was choked—half moan, half sob. Her eyes flew wide. Ten years without this, and the simple stretch of being filled was almost too much. Wonderful and overwhelming at the same time. Her hands flew to my shoulders and gripped hard, not to push me away, but to keep me exactly where I was.

“That’s you,” she whispered, voice shaking with happiness. “That’s actually you.”

I gave her a moment, then began to move—steady, deeper strokes that drew soft whimpers and broken moans from her throat. Every time I bottomed out she made a small, helpless sound that went straight through me. Her legs came up around my waist. The bedframe creaked softly beneath us.

I reached for her breast, magic already gathering under my fingertips, the familiar pink heat of an Alluring Blast ready to spill into her.

Karlach noticed it instantly.

She caught both of my hands in hers and pinned them to the mattress beside her head, fingers lacing tightly through mine. Golden eyes locked on my face—fierce and soft at the same time.

“Please don’t,” she said, voice low and steady. “Tonight I just want to feel you.”

My heart fluttered. I let the power fade.

[Karlach: Approval +5]

She exhaled a breath she had been holding for a decade, then pulled me down into another kiss. We moved together after that—slow, deep, in sync. Hands still joined. Eyes never leaving each other. Every thrust was welcomed. Every retreat made her follow. The only magic in the tent was the simple, overwhelming fact that she could finally hold and be held without pain.

The buildup was gradual and inevitable. Her walls tightened around me. Her breathing turned shallow and quick. I felt her getting close in the way her thighs trembled against my hips and the way her fingers crushed mine.

“Together,” I murmured against her mouth.

She nodded, almost frantic. “Yeah—yes—”

I thrust deeper, grinding against her on the final stroke, and she came with a quiet, shattered cry, eyes still locked on mine. The rhythmic clench of her pulled me over the edge right after. I buried myself as deep as I could and came inside her, pulse after pulse, while she held me through it, both of us shaking.

For a long moment neither of us moved.

Then we rolled together onto our sides, still tangled. Karlach started giggling—soft, lovesick, almost disbelieving. The sound was so pure and unexpected that I couldn’t help chuckling with her. This was the woman I had watched through multiple playthroughs, the one I had always chosen, the one whose fate I had always tried to save. And now she was here, real and warm and laughing against my chest because she finally got to keep the moment.

Eventually the laughter faded into quiet breathing. Karlach turned, presenting her back, and pulled my arm around her waist so she could be the big little spoon. I fitted myself against her, chest to spine, and felt the steady, safe heat of her engine under my palm.

The wholesomeness of it was almost perfect.

Almost.

A familiar urge flickered through me. Without the magic there had been no transformation, no visible mark of the night. I let a small pulse of power gather in my hand, then gave her a playful, open-handed smack on the ass—channeling a focused Blast straight into the soft flesh.

Karlach shrieked, the sound turning into a full-body moan as another orgasm crashed through her without warning. Her back arched hard against me. Pink light flared under her skin.

[Karlach: Corruption +3]

When the aftershocks faded, the changes were already settling. Her ass had filled out, rounder and fuller, perfectly balancing the heavy curve of her chest. The lines of her face had softened into something slightly more feminine, impossibly more beautiful, without losing the strength that made her her. A little of the hard-earned muscle mass had smoothed into softer, more deliberate curves.

She twisted just enough to look at me over her shoulder, still breathless, eyes gleaming with lazy amusement.

“You couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

I didn’t bother denying it.

She settled back into my arms with a contented hum, tucking herself tighter against me.

“I’m looking forward to seeing your handiwork tomorrow.”

I pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder and closed my eyes, smiling into her hair.

This—right here, with her steady and warm and finally safe in my arms—was worth every battle, every scare, every scheme, and the long, arduous journey to get here.

Here it is, the long awaited Karlach Chapter.
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