Tailfire

Karlach was already by the hut tub when I arrived. The sun had long since set, leaving the sky dim and the camp bathed in flickering firelight. Shadows stretched long across the camp. She heard my steps, turning with a smirk on her gorgeous red face. "Took you long enough. Lae’zel kept you, huh? Figures," her voice low and mischievous.

She wasn’t nude—but barely. Skimpy camp clothes clung to her impressive form. She stretched slowly, letting the strap fall away as she turned slightly, enough to make sure I saw the full view. Her skin shimmered faintly from the heat radiating off her, muscles still carved although undeniable softer and feminine. Her thighs hugged tightly beneath the curve of her hips, drawing the eye down the sculpted slope of her core. The heat between her legs radiated more than just temperature—it hinted at longing, banked like an ember waiting to catch. A tight waist that flared into broad hips, thick thighs that promised strength and capable of locking whoever dared to get inbetween them for eternity. Every inch of her was beauty wrapped in power.

She winked. "Shadowheart’s called dibs on you tonight, I know. But don’t forget this view, yeah?"

"Not in a million years," I said with absolute honesty.

She slid into the cauldron with a hiss of steam, the water rising around her glowing skin. "But hey—do us both a favor and don’t get burned. Don't ruin her night with small marks of me."

Her tail drifted lazily atop the water’s surface, a curve of glowing skin, the very tip resting dry on the rim of the basin. It twitched slightly, as if inviting me.

She continued with a mischief in her voice, "Tonight’s just for keeping me from turning. Strictly professional."

I smirked. "You sure? Your body seems to be begging for attention."

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing playfully. "Oh? what would you do to it?"

I leaned in, letting my tone drop. "I'd make you beg, have you on your knees, panting like a good girl. Tame your fire and drown you in pleasure."

Karlach let out a low sound between a purr and a growl.

[Karlach: Corruption +1]

Her tail twitched again. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around the very tip.

Heat immediately flared up my palm—biting and intense, yet not quite unbearable. Like holding onto a kettle’s metal handle a second too long.

I pushed the first pulse of pleasure into her, her eyes snapped wide, breath catching in her throat.

A hum of eldritch magic rolled up her tail, rippling through her spine like a tremor. She gasped, eyes fluttering, her hand flying to her chest as her body arched slightly in the water. Steam surged around her as the second wave followed, deeper, heavier.

"Gods—!" she hissed, gripping the rim of the cauldron, water sloshing with her movement. The third pulse came, slow and commanding.

Her body writhed with each wave, magic crackling through her like alluring lightning. The sensation didn’t stop at her spine—it spread outward, seeping through every nerve, lighting up her core with a slow, rising warmth that stole her breath. Her chest rose sharply, mouth parted, as the pleasure coursed deep and settled like coals beneath the surface—radiant, residual, and alive inside her. Her tail coiled tightly around my wrist, not in resistance—but reflex.

[Karlach: Corruption +2]

When the pulses ebbed, she leaned back, hair clinging to her shoulders, her eyes glassy with heat and joy. "Damn... you really know how to light me up."

My palm stung like hell. The skin was flushed angry red, but nothing lasting. Worth it.

She noticed, frowning. "You okay?"

"You pack heat," I muttered, shaking out the sting in my hand. "But I can take it, this time wasn't the worst."

She laughed, and her smile softened. "You didn’t have to go so long, but... that was the first time in a decade anyone had touched me for longer than a heartbeat—or half a scream for that matter. Four whole seconds, and I loved every one. Gods, I didn’t even know my tail could feel that good."

[Karlach: Approval +2]

She glanced at the waterline, then back to me with a grin. "Still... it doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing."

I didn't say anything, didn't need to.

Karlach looked up at me then, voice low, sincere. "I don’t mind sharing, go have fun with the others, just... save a piece for me, yeah?"

"I’ll save the best for last," I said, still flexing my burned hand.

She grinned so wide it practically glowed. "Damn right. Now get out of here before I drag you in."

I turned from the glow of the cauldron, heading toward the darker corner of camp where Shadowheart’s tent waited.

Let’s see what our little priestess has in store.