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

M.H.H.F. (AU)

Private jokes aside (title), I decided to add a little NSFW piece to follow up the last two pieces. Perhaps if Baldric comes back home and finds her there. Maybe he's angry? Maybe he doesn't care? Maybe we'll see.

Kisses :*

Yes, I realise I have been awake this whole time - Whoops xD

CW: Rough Sex

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She felt his eyes before she felt his presence. It had been about six months since she had left, and she knew he was probably very angry with her. Or maybe he was okay? Why did it matter?

She sighed and continued walking towards her room, though she couldn't help but feel a bubble of heat wash over her body. The air was electric around her and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. It had been months, but she rarely forgot about the way he felt against her. And for the first time since she came home, she didn't feel like a shell.

Why did he make her feel this way? Why couldn't they just be apart? Why was every nerve in her body on fire and the prospect of touching him?

Shaking her head, she made it into her room and closed the door quietly, acting as if she did not see him. Hopefully, he left well enough alone.

After a few minutes passed in the silence, she decided to take a bath and settle in for the evening.

As she was walking out of the wash room, there it was.

Knock. Knock.

Of course.

Steeling herself enough to be able to tell him to leave, she opened the door, laying eyes on the man she loved. And he looked pissed.

Her voice caught in her throat as her lilac eyes washed over him. Every curve of his face and every hair on his head, she was familiar with. She missed it all.

She knew she needed to tell him off quickly before she lost all nerve, but he strode across her threshold and smashed his lips into her, kicking the door closed behind him.

Fuck. I'm doomed.

She couldn't help it, her hands left their position holding her towel around her body and wrapped around his neck. The loud moan he gave made her shiver, and she just couldn't stop herself. The towel was on the floor, long forgotten.

Baldric could sense her weakness and went in for the kill. He grabbed her thighs tightly in his hands and lifted her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, his tail wrapping around her ankles as if to keep her there.

Leaning back from her, he grinned wickedly and ran his tongue over his fang. She was breathless and pink, and the way she shuddered against his body, he knew she couldn't resist. Six months was nothing. He knew every place to touch her to make her writhe. Was he angry? Oh, beyond. But he knew exactly how he'd get his revenge.

Beautiful, mouthwatering revenge.

"Now, don't think," he growled, using one hand to open his cloak and undo his pants, letting them fall to the ground at his feet, "That I have forgotten what you sound like. But just because I can, I'm going to make you scream."

She knew that she was going to fall right back into him if she didn't stop, but she couldn't get away. Or was it that she didn't want to? Her body was begging for him, and he knew it. All of this work to separate herself from those emotions and here we was, about to make her come undone.

"Tell me, Little One," his voice dark and sexy, "Tell me you don't want me to fuck you up against this wall until you fall apart, hm?"

She couldn't bring herself to tell him no. Even if it would cause all of her newly built walls to come crashing down, she couldn't pretend that she didn't want the pleasure of feeling him inside of her again.

"Oh, fuck me..." she whispered, wrapping her fingers in his silvery tresses.

There was no warning, just the delicious pain of feeling herself impaled on him, her body arching against his as if allowing herself to take in every inch. Her eyes widened in delight and a soft scream escaped her mouth as she pulled on his hair.

His body was on fire, or was that hers? She couldn't tell where she ended and he began, but soon the gratification of feeling herself folded against the wall was too much to think of anything else.

He smirked as he gripped her hips, bringing her small body down on him over and over. Her body still knew him, still fit him perfectly. She could never belong to another, he wouldn't allow it. She was his to please, his to make love to until the sun came up. And right now, she was his to punish.

Her body tensed around his and he dug his nails into the skin of her waist, causing a gentle yelp to escape her mouth, "Don't you dare think about coming, Little One. Not until I'm finished with you."

This attitude - was different. More commanding, more dark... She didn't know whether to be frightened or turned on.

She nodded and allowed him to carry her to her bed. Laying her down, he tore off the rest of his clothes, never once letting her escape his grasp. He wanted to watch her bounce on him, wanted to watch her writhe beneath him, knowing that this pleasure was something only he could give her.

Nobody knew her body like he did. Nobody knew where each freckle on her body was by heart. Nobody fit him so perfectly like she did, like her body was meant for his and his alone.

Just the thought of such things, of the ownership of her beautiful body made his stomach tighten. He could see she was struggling to hold herself back, biting her lip so hard it was bleeding.

"Baldric..." she whispered, her voice sounding pained but loving, "Baldric... I..."

Leaning down over her, his movements never ceasing, he kissed the soft spot between her neck and shoulder,

"If you do that, Baldric," she whispered, "I won't be able to stop myself..."

He chuckled, laying his head on the bed next to hers as he gripped her hips, each stroke faster and harder than the last.

"Cum for me, Little One," he said as he felt his own pleasurable wave start to overtake him and he sank his teeth into her neck.

The sound that came out of her was somewhere between a moan and a scream, but most importantly, it was his name.

She spasmed beneath him as he came deep inside of her, feeling her body squeeze his as she too rushed over her own edge.

After catching his breath for a few moments, he stood up, looking down at her shaking form. She was red and scratched and bruised, but her eyes glowed gently and a smile played over her soft lips.

Leaning down to kiss around her stomach and up her chest to her neck, he nipped her ear between his teeth before whispering, "Mine."