In The Eyes of Destiny (D&D 5e Fic One Shots)

Mine

Imma stop you right here. As I said before, this story is not in any particular order. Keep that in mind, this piece takes place at their inn room from the earlier stories.

Also, NSFW.

Thanks for reading ♡

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He paced a little up and down the room between their beds. He had been struggling with something for awhile and he just NEEDED to know. When she walked out of the bathing room part of their suite, towel wrapped tightly around her midsection, she stopped midstep.

The sight she came upon stirred something in her stomach that she didn't even try to think about. He stood there, gazing at her in a way she had never experienced. He was wearing a loose fitting robe that fell open above his chest, baring the Infernal words in the firelight. This was unusual for the perpetually naked man. No blue makeup, just the candlelight and fireplace dancing over his red features.

Before she could even try and figure out what he was doing, he walked over to her slowly, reaching up to cup the side of her head in one of his large hands as she took an instinctive step backwards, causing her shoulders to touch the bedroom wall.

"Baldric, what..."

His lips found hers and the rest of her words were drowned out by the delicate moan that escaped them as the warmth of his body enveloped her.

She was stiff for a moment, and Baldric thought he might have miscalculated. He was about to pull away in a panic before she melted into him, her lips meeting his with a need that mirrored his own.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck as best she could with the height difference, and working her fingers into his hair, she pulled his face to hers, almost like he was the only thing giving her breath.

Inara was fluttering about her mind, groaning for control. But Ashtai wanted this first, and she did not want to ruin it with her inability to control herself.

Baldric's heart thumped against his ribs and his tail danced around her waist before gripping it tightly as he lifted her small form off of the ground. He had kissed many lovers, but nothing he had ever experienced could have prepared him for the quivering woman between him and the wall, who returned his kisses with such beautiful need.

Her hands urged his head downward, away from her lips over her neck and bare shoulders - to which he happily obliged.

The feel of Baldric's lips against the sensitive skin there filled her head with dizzying daydreams as she unconsciously pulled those lips closer, urging him to do the one thing that she was sure could make her lose it - but she didn't care. Her chest fluttered and her legs wrapped tighter around him.

Baldric was no stranger to such movements and therefore tested the water slowly by first pressing his teeth into her caramel skin. 

"Ah..." she gasped.

Her lips, right next to his ear, filled with breathless words of pleasure and he knew he had done something right. 

If that's the way you like it, I'd happily oblige.

Yes.

Are you sure?

He had asked that more to himself than to her. As a man who had taken many lovers, he was not known for leaving marks on them in such a way, and if he continued at her urgings, she would bear his mark for a time.

But by the way her body fit right into his, the way she moved against him and the way her voice was filled with gentle pleas in the form of moans, he knew there was one word he felt in that moment that he would not say out loud. Could not say out loud.

Every part of his body knew this felt right, though his mind still held out. But the longer their lips met over and over, and the more times he nibbled at the ripe skin of her neck and shoulder, he knew the feelings would drown out the logic.

Leaving his mind behind him, hee gripped her thighs tightly and slowly sank his teeth into the soft spot between her neck and shoulder. 

"Ah!" she buckled against him, "Baldric..."

The way her lips uttered his name would drive anyone mad. Suckling tenderly on the skin, he reveled in the way she clung to him, tugging ever so slightly at his hair. 
He pulled away just enough to admire his handiwork. A small red flower blossomed over her skin and he kissed it gently.

As he finally leaned back to admire the woman, he felt his breath hitch in his throat. The towel had fallen away from her, leaving her completely bared to him. He hadn't ever seen every inch of her like this, and he had to take a moment to admire the way she shivered and the way her breast softly bounced with each ragged breath. There was that glow in her eyes again from when he first kissed her neck like that, and he didn't think he had ever seen anything so beautiful.

"Baldric..." she whispered, brushing his hair from his face as her eyes returned to their normal shade.

"Yes, Little One?"

"I... I don't think I can do this right now... I don't want to... I don't want to lose it..."

He nodded and pressed his lips to her forehead, "That's fine, little one. Shall I put you to bed?"

She nodded, "Can I sleep with you?"

"Always."

That night, as she had fallen into her dreamless sleep, he watched her breathe. It was only then that he allowed himself to think the word that he couldn't bring himself to say before, and probably would never be able to say to her face.

Mine.