Taking Care of a Problem

Its easy to hide when it is soft. At around 4 inches, and the fact that it didn't stick straight out, meant that no one noticed it. But you had a dirty mind and vivid imagination. Good qualities for a bard, but not right now.

In your tent, you quickly shed your clothes, then your undergarments, leaving you completely nude. You cast minor illusion, one you had cast many times, an orange demon with ram horns, completely nude, on her knees begging for your cum.

But you barely look at her. Rather, you think of Shadowheart. You imagine that she found out about your big secret, but you stop her before she can do anything. She begs you for mercy, but you ignore her. Instead, you peel off her clothes, and rub your dick between the glorious mounds that are her boobs. It gets you off quite quick.

After using prestidigitation to clean up your mess, you collapse on your bed roll, ready to fall asleep. As you're drifting off, you hear a twig snap right next to your tent. Being indecent, you ignore it, and a bit later you hear Astarion whisper to himself. He must be going for a stroll before bed, you reason. You wonder why he's so secretive about it. But you don't care enough to confront him.

You never realize that younever tied the tent flap closed, meaning anyone could see you with a little push, or ifthe wind blew in too hard. Maybe you wanted them to see you, before you got close to them. Before their betrayal would hurt too much.