Yandere Shadowheart (Bonus)

“…Search the area,” I said, my voice steadier now. “Anything. Tracks, blood, dropped gear—eggs, anything at all.”

They spread out without complaint, weapons still half-drawn. Shadowheart moved toward outpost's edge. Karlach upended crates with careful distance, her heat making the wood pop and steam. Lae’zel swept the upper platforms with mechanical thoroughness, greatsword resting across her shoulders. Kagha drifted through the shadows below the ladder, fingers tracing the walls and floor with quiet focus.

Almost immediately, Shadowheart’s voice drifted from a far shadowed corner, low and deceptively casual. “I found something. It’s probably nothing, Tav. Come look at this.”

I followed quickly.

The corner was tucked behind a collapsed beam, safely out of sight and earshot. The knot in my chest refused to loosen. Old meta-memories were unraveling. The game was changing, and I still had no idea what had cleared an entire invisible ambush without leaving so much as a bloodstain.

The instant I stepped into the shadows, cool fingers closed around my wrist and yanked me forward. Shadowheart’s body pressed flush against my back, her chest molding to my spine. One hand slid down to my belt, freed my cock with surprising boldness, and wrapped around me before I could draw breath. Her palm was warm against the cool Underdark air. The first slow stroke pulled a low sound from my throat that the ruins quickly swallowed.

“Easy,” she murmured against my ear, her voice a velvet husk edged with familiar sarcasm. “We’re still on the clock, after all.”

Her grip tightened with measured control, stroking up and then down, her thumb tracing the sensitive underside in a way that made my hips twitch. The distant scrape of Karlach shifting a crate drifted over, far away. Shadowheart’s free arm looped around my waist, anchoring me as she worked.

“You are my light, Tav,” she whispered. The words were soft, almost prayerful, yet threaded with a sharp, possessive edge. “My guide in Shar’s shadows. Even if the rest of them want you… I’m the one who needs you.”

Her strokes remained unhurried, her soft palm gliding with just enough pressure to make my toes curl. Lae’zel’s uniform footsteps circled the upper floor nearby—each one a reminder that we were one wrong moan away from discovery. Shadowheart twisted her wrist on the upstroke and my breath fractured. The ache sharpened, immediate and greedy. My worries about the missing ambush suddenly felt distant.

She leaned closer, lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I don’t begrudge you your little harem. Not really. Karlach wants your strength. Lae’zel wants your commands. Kagha craves your approval so desperately. But you—” another deliberate, tighter stroke, “—you arewhat I need.”

The pleasure built in firm, relentless waves. She knew exactly how to torture me, how to keep me teetering on the edge. Her voice dropped to a possessive whisper. “And here in the dark, what you need—what your cock needs—is me.”

Her pace quickened. My thighs tensed. My pulse hammered in my throat and against her fingers. I was close—embarrassingly so.

Then her hand simply stopped.

She held me there, throbbing hard against her unmoving fingers, the pleasure stranded and painful. No final twist. No merciful squeeze. Just sudden, cruel stillness while my body screamed for release. My chest heaved. Raw frustration burned behind my eyes.

Shadowheart’s breath brushed my ear one last time, steady and composed.

“Not yet,” she said sweetly, almost cruelly. She squeezed the base firmly, denying the building pressure. “I want you aching for me later. I want you to feel exactly how I did..”

She gave one final, agonizingly slow stroke, then tucked me back into my trousers with careful, almost reverent fingers. The ache was immediate and intense—throbbing, unfinished, heavy frustration pulsing between my legs.

Shadowheart turned me around to face her. Her eyes gleamed with sharp, possessive intensity in the dim light—adoration laced with dangerous jealousy.

“Tonight,” she promised, voice low and velvety, “when the others are asleep… I’ll finish what I started. And you’ll remember who your true priestess is.” She leaned in, pressing a slow, claiming kiss to my lips, her tongue flicking teasingly before she pulled away with a satisfied smirk. “..I hope Kagha enjoys her new ring~”

She stepped back, smoothing her robes and braid with effortless poise. No lingering flush, no telltale tremble. She slipped past me and rejoined the search as though she had merely pointed out an interesting crack in the stone. Her voice carried calmly to Karlach a moment later, dry and composed, betraying nothing.

I stepped out after her, face warm and balls aching. Kagha had paused near the base of the ladder. One finger extended, touching the stone. When she lifted her hand, a fine strand of silk clung between her fingertip and the wall, catching the violet light like a thread of glass...

Hi everyone.
Once again another commission chapter.

Hope you all enjoy it (more than Tav atleast)
If you dont want to miss any of these chapters in the future you can always follow me.