Smutcation #5 - Karlach/Yoslin (my Tav) (Patreon)

This is turning into more of a Smutcation Summer because I've had to space them out, but that's okay! This is part of The Worms Made Me Do It on AO3. I'm sure I'll post it there eventually, but you get it first!Part one of two, featuring Karlach and Yoslin's (svirfneblin OotA paladin) first time.Fun facts about Yoslin: - She grew up in a monastery dedicated to Lathander.- She is a trans woman and Lathander gave her bottom surgery, so she has a pussy.- She becomes an Oathbreaker later, because she spares the vampire spawn after defeating Cazador.

Karlach stares up at Yoslin, entranced by the play of shining silver moonlight across her blue-gray skin. Wispy strands of soft white hair fall around Yoslin’s heart-shaped face, her full lips parted in expectation. Karlach has never seen such a beautiful sight in her life—a naked woman gazing down at her with eyes the color of a pale winter sky. She’d almost forgotten such things existed in the sweltering, bloodsoaked hell of Avernus.

But the picture, pretty as it is, can’t compare with the pressure of Yoslin’s small, hot palms on Karlach’s abs. Yoslin is touching her! Actually touching her, without burning to a crisp! Karlach scarcely dares to breathe, gripped by the irrational fear that Yoslin will burst into flames or disappear like smoke.

“Karlach?” Yoslin tilts her head, brow furrowed in concern.

Tears well in Karlach’s eyes as she relishes the gentle look and soft contact, something she’s only known in dreams for the past nightmare of a decade. “I’m touching you,” she whispers, a tremor in her voice. “We’re actually touching…”

A laugh that’s part sob catches in Karlach’s chest. Faint blue light pulses between them where her repaired engine shines through her skin. For once, its whirring doesn’t bother her. It makes her body vibrate like the resonance of a song, like something beautiful. Like she is something beautiful, rather than a deadly weapon of war. She can’t remember the last time she felt beautiful.

Yoslin takes Karlach’s hands in hers, the hands that have wrought so much pain and death, and guides them to her breasts. “I know.” She leans down, close enough for their noses to brush and the wisps of her white hair to caress Karlach’s cheeks. “And you can touch more. As much as you like.”

A stinging lump rises in Karlach’s throat. She knows Yoslin won’t mind if she cries, but she doesn’t want to, not even from happiness. She wants to laugh and kiss and make love. She’s done enough crying for one lifetime. “I know! Unbelievable, right?”

Yoslin’s laughter tickles Karlach’s skin. “Believe it, hot stuff.”

Then Yoslin kisses her.

Karlach’s laugh becomes a high, needy groan. She can’t even be embarrassed about it, because the gentle heat of Yoslin’s mouth against hers feels so fucking good. She shudders as Yoslin’s tongue glides along her lower lip, a slow and maddening tease.

On instinct, she squeezes Yoslin’s breasts. They’re full and firm for Yoslin’s womanly figure, but Karlach’s hands more than swallow them. Yoslin whimpers, and heat blooms between Karlach’s legs at the sound. It’s almost overwhelming, being kissed and feeling Yoslin’s breasts and listening to her moans, all at the same time. Too much, but not nearly enough.

Yoslin arches, pushing her breasts into Karlach’s hands. The stiff jewels of her nipples graze Karlach’s palms, and the sensation sends a tingle from the engine of her heart all the way to her cunt. She caresses Yoslin’s breasts, squeezing as lightly as possible.

“You can squeeze harder, you know,” Yoslin pants, breaking away from the kiss. “You’ve seen me run through with a javelin, for gods’ sake.”

Karlach’s face burns like the sun. “Right. Sorry.”

“It isn’t a complaint,” Yoslin says, running her nimble fingers through Karlach’s hair. “It’s an enthusiastic suggestion.”

With a deep, steadying breath, Karlach decides to take Yoslin at her word. She might be a gnome, but she’s a sturdy paladin, after all. Hardly a shrinking violet. As much as Karlach wants to hold her close and treasure her, she won’t break. And it’s been ages since Karlach’s enjoyed a little rough and tumble. She flips Yoslin onto her back, bracing on one elbow and reaching the other hand between her legs.

Karlach intends to show Yoslin a good time right away, to prove herself a competent lover despite years of abstinence—but she gets distracted by the lush landscape of Yoslin’s body. Her hand roams one of Yoslin’s muscular thighs, tracing a jagged scar and wondering at how soft the surrounding flesh has remained. She caresses the curve of Yoslin’s hip, the subtle roundness of her lower belly, the graceful curve of her shoulder as it leads to her strong biceps.

Luckily, Yoslin seems all too happy to indulge her explorations. She closes her eyes, sighing through a smile, and relaxes on the bedroll. Karlach swallows nervously. Her palms hover over Yoslin’s breasts, fingertips flickering with blue flame, before she finds the courage to cup them without restraint.

The high, sweet moan Yoslin gives at the touch is all Karlach has ever wanted. She rolls Yoslin’s nipples between her fingers, grinning as Yoslin lifts her hips and spreads her legs. In the dying orange embers of the fire, Karlach admires the faint layer of sweat shimmering on Yoslin’s skin and the wetness between her legs. Her tongue aches to lick every inch of skin she can reach, so she bends down, sucking one of Yoslin’s nipples into her mouth and sliding a hand between her spread thighs.

Yoslin feels even wetter than she looks, slick and swollen beneath Karlach’s fingertips. She listens closely to the noises Yoslin makes, the quick hitches of breath and low sighs that tell her when she does something right. Apparently, Yoslin likes gentle bites and firm, rhythmic circles around her clit. Karlach is thrilled to oblige her.

When Karlach tests the tight muscles of Yoslin’s entrance, she’s surprised how easily her finger slides inside. Yoslin squeezes, rippling around her as though to draw her deeper. “Glad you trimmed your nails,” Yoslin says, laughing through a moan.

Karlach releases Yoslin’s nipple with a wet pop. “You paid a pretty penny for these parts. Gods forbid I mangle them.”

“You would never. Now keep going.” Yoslin combs her fingers through Karlach’s mussed hair, guiding Karlach’s mouth back to her breasts. Because of the difference in height, Karlach has to hunch her spine more than is comfortable, but she doesn’t care one bit. She sucks hungrily at Yoslin’s nipples, alternating between them, and gives her finger a few experimental curls.

The way Yoslin bucks and clenches is a very encouraging sign. She rocks her hips, and Karlach matches the rhythm, sweeping her thumb over Yoslin’s clit on each downstroke. Yoslin’s mouth falls open and she rolls her head to the side, muffling a moan in the bedroll. She’s hot and slick and perfect around Karlach’s fingers.

Karlach’s engine whirrs faster. Her blood burns as it rushes through her body, filling her cheeks with warmth and throbbing between her legs. She thrusts faster, harder, her thighs and hips clenching with unmet need. But she’s waited ten years. She can wait a few more minutes.

A few minutes is all it takes to make Yoslin cry out and clench around her fingers. Slick heat spills into Karlach’s hand, sliding over her wrist. She smirks around Yoslin’s nipple, tugging it with her teeth and enjoying the sweet moan she earns as reward. She feels dizzy, lightheaded—giddy on lust and joy.

As Yoslin pants and groans, her hips stuttering to a stop, Karlach withdraws her fingers. She cups her hand between Yoslin’s legs, leaving it there for comfort, and kisses the top of Yoslin’s head. “Thank you,” she says, her voice cracking with emotion. “Just… thanks.”

Yoslin’s chest hitches with a gasping laugh. “Don’t thank me yet. Now, it’s your turn.”

Karlach’s engine flares with cool blue light. She’s waited ten years, but she can’t wait a moment longer.