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some tieflings on the occasion of the Baldur's Gate 3 release day 👀 ✦ prints and patreon ✦
Random D&D headcanon: tieflings have enough demonic nature that pure salt feels like burning, but not enough for it to actually harm or repel them. The upshot is that for tieflings, salt really is a spice.
A thought that arises from the idea of tiefling babies often ending up being abandoned: A rich tiefling adventurer retiring and starting up a tiefling orphanage that takes care of rejected tiefling babies and children.
There are times he forgets he is free...
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Astarion couldn’t stop the purr from rumbling in his chest. Flare never touched him unless he was a bat. His whole body felt light, floating in bliss from having drunk from her, and so warm! He could feel his face flushed with her blood, feel it throbbing in his cock. She was still naked and curled before him, so utterly delicious. He had licked further along her wrist to her palm when he had stopped drinking, unable to resist tasting more of her. “Why?” Astarion asked breathlessly.
“I wanted to know if it hurt less than a blade,” Flare replied.
“Did it?” his voice came out softly. He had heard her from the garden, his name sung from a siren, and flown to the balcony. Her scent had overwhelmed him, driving him mad with temptation. Astarion had done his best to be gentle, but he’d been eager.
Flare adjusts to new levels of intimacy
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Astarion lingered more with the tiefling youths, able to show them where their tails should move to help with balance, how to tilt their heads to duck beneath their opponents arms without catching their horns on a sleeve. In her weeks at the school, Flare had observed that Astarion remained one of the few adults the tiefling youths showed open admiration for, Dame Aylin and Halsin being the other two. Not that they were troublesome with others, but the awe in their expressions was so apparent with the three. Flare expected she was no better at times.
The class ended and Astarion shooed away the kids to get their midday meal as he walked over to Flare. She snapped her journal closed before Astarion could peek at the blank pages. He smirked at her anyway, probably noticing that her pen had never moved while she sat looking. “Enjoy watching me, darling?” Astarion teased.