Little Mouse

A twist on the BG3 plot following a female tiefling Tav as she navigates her own sorted past.

Poly and angsty.

"Have you reconsidered my offer yet?" I heard Astarion's cooing from behind me as I laid in my hideaway. My eyes opened to see him leaned over me, his shirt mostly unlaced. He had a near devilish smirk looking down at me. "I saw what you did in that goblin camp, if that's what you're into, I'd be happy to oblige." My mind raced back to the interaction I had with the priest of Loviatar earlier in the day. "Yes, I saw the whole thing."

"I needed information, it wasn't like I liked it. I know how to put on a show." I half grumbled closing my eyes only to feel the last warm rays of the sun vanish. My eyes opened again to see him perched on his arms nearly pinning my body with his. I watched as he licked his lips, his gaze shifted to my neck with a hunger in his eyes.

"Come now, your sweet little shadowheart is too gentle with you isn't she? If you want to play rough, want to bleed, I can help." I didn't try to stop him as his lips connected with my neck. They were cold, but they still felt like fire on my skin. I felt my pulse quicken, and my body start to give in, sex would make me feel better. "I don't normally beg, but I will for you darling, pretty, pretty, please." His teeth playfully nipped at my neck as if they were begging to draw blood, and I wanted them too.

Content warning: mention of child loss, themes of abuse and sexual violence, parental trauma, and general violence.