Karlach

Visions of Karlach's naked form danced through Shadowheart's mind. She pictured Karlach devouring her sex; in missionary... from behind... while holding her legs over her shoulders in mid air up against a wall for support... Shadowheart slowly slid her hands down her hips and hooked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear. She pulled her panties just past her cheeks - discrete enough underneath her blanket even if someone was watching her. She bit into her pillow preemptively to keep her cries from waking the rest of the camp. She started working her fingers into the folds of her vagina, rubbing her sensitive spot; slowly at first, then faster. Soon, she lost herself in the moment.

Then, the familiar sensation of her tadpole connecting with another shocked her out of her stupor. Her eyes opened, only to see none other than Karlach herself standing above her in the flesh.

"I saw that. What you were thinking."

"I'm soooo so-!" Karlach shushed her mid-apology, quietly placing her index finger over Shadowheart's lips. Shadowheart suddenly became as quiet as a mouse.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, soldier. If you wanted me to show you a good time, all you had to do was ask, dear." And with that, Karlach lifted the blanket up and crawled into bed with Shadowheart, crawling under the covers. She started slowly kissing Shadowheart's body as she made her way down - first, the nape of her neck, then her collarbone, then she cheekily licked Shadowheart's nipple, then her sternum, her diaphragm, her belly button, and then she licked Shadowheart's pubic area (which Shadowheart preferred to keep neat and tidy) before going down on her fully. Shadowheart held the tiefling's head in her hands, closing her eyes and succumbing to the moment fully.