Smutcation #6 - Karlach/Yoslin (cont.) (Patreon)

And here's part two, from Yoslin's POV! Hope you enjoy. <3 No warnings apply other than some hurt/comfort.

Still trembling with aftershocks, Yoslin summons her strength and rolls Karlach onto her back. It doesn’t take much effort. Karlach is willing and eager to follow instructions. 

A smile tugs at Yoslin’s mouth as she gazes down at Karlach’s beautiful face. Her cheeks are flushed a deeper red than her skin and her amber eyes have a glowing blue ring of fire around the irises. She looks so happy. Giddy, even, mixed with the needy haze of lust.

For me. She’s happy because of me. She wants me.

Aside from a fling or two during her “flirty forties”, as gnomekind calls that hormone-fueled period of adolescence, Yoslin hasn’t been with anyone in almost two decades. Certainly not since Lathander had blessed her with a body her soul was finally comfortable in. And she’s ridiculously, unreasonably glad that Karlach is the first to share it with her.

“I’ll do my best,” she whispers, gazing at Karlach from beneath her lashes. “But it’s been a while for me, too. And I’ve never made love as my true self, either. You’re the first one.”

It’s all true, even if she’s playing things up a bit, and it pays off. The blue fire in Karlach’s eyes flares, eclipsing the remaining gold. Her trimmed claws dig greedily into Yoslin’s backside. “I’m honored,” she says, with gravel in her voice. “And I don’t care what you do, but please, please touch me.”

Much as she likes to tease, Yoslin can’t ignore such an earnest plea from the woman she loves. She kisses Karlach’s forehead, nose, and chin before finally taking her lips. Karlach’s mouth is scorching hot, but it doesn’t blister or burn like their first kiss—a kiss Yoslin will never forget thanks to the faint mark on her mouth.

She sweeps her tongue along Karlach’s bottom lip, tugging it between her teeth. Karlach moans and arches into her. Yoslin’s breath hitches as Karlach’s firm abdominal muscles tense between her legs. Her core clenches, but she pushes her desires down. It’s Karlach’s turn, and she’s waited far too long already.

Slowly, Yoslin kisses her way down Karlach’s body. Her lips caress every scar, her fingertips following the swirling lines of Karlach’s tattoos. She savors the landscape of Karlach’s form with the reverence it deserves, like something holy, for surely the gods had some part in shaping this perfect creature.

How could anyone bear to hurt her?

A lump rises in Yoslin’s throat. She nuzzles a wicked scar that slices across Karlach’s ribcage, where a hooked blade no doubt tore her flesh. It isn’t right that Karlach had to endure such pain for so long, but she’s here now. She’s here, and she’ll make sure no one ever harms Karlach again. That is her purpose, her new oath.

Karlach’s hips rock against empty air. “Yoz, please! I’m dying here.”

Yoslin takes one of Karlach’s hands in hers, kissing the tattooed knuckles. “I know. I won’t make you wait anymore.” She settles between Karlach’s powerful thighs—a strong contender for the best spot in all of Faerûn—and nuzzles the thicket of soft curls between her legs. 

Karlach moans, spreading her knees wide, but Yoslin takes her time. She kisses and nips Karlach’s thighs and lower belly before finally grazing Karlach’s cunt with her tongue. Her dark red lips are puffy, gleaming with slickness. She tastes earthy, with a strong hint of salt. The flavor is absolutely delicious.

“Oh, gods!” Karlach buries her face in her elbow, stifling her moans.

Yoslin longs to climb back up and pull Karlach’s arm away, to make her scream to the starry sky above, but she doesn’t want to wake their companions. This moment is just for the two of them. She teases Karlach’s clit with feather-light licks, pausing only to swirl her tongue around Karlach’s entrance. It’s so hot, so tight, and offers slight, delicious resistance against her tongue.

When she slides a finger inside, Karlach’s hips jump. “Yes,” she groans, digging her heels into the bedroll. “More.”

Yoslin slides two fingers in, then three—then realizes there are advantages to their size difference. Carefully, she eases Karlach open, scattering kisses across her open thighs and returning to suck the stiff peak of her clit. On her next thrust, she closes her fist as tight as possible and pushes inside.

Karlach throws her head back. “Yoz!” she cries out, in a bellowing voice that will definitely wake their companions. But Yoslin senses she’s too close to stop. She feels it in the tension of Karlach’s abdomen, in the way her legs shake and quiver, and in the way she tastes, richer and fuller than before. She sucks Karlach’s clit and angles her fist so her fingertips press into Karlach’s front wall.

Karlach tenses, then melts, shaking like a leaf as plumes of steam pour off her glistening skin. Tongues of faint blue fire lick at Yoslin’s face, but they don’t hurt at all. It’s merely a warm tingle, almost a caress. She eases the pressure of her fingers and keeps sucking, letting Karlach’s hips do the rest of the work to find the right rhythm.

Finally, Karlach collapses, panting heavily and twitching every few seconds.

Yoslin doesn’t withdraw her hand right away. Instead, she rests her cheek on Karlach’s leg and smiles. She sees the blue lanterns of Karlach’s eyes peering down at her, so she blows an air kiss, then sinks her teeth into the firm muscle of Karlach’s thigh.

“Cheeky brat,” Karlach says, still breathless.

“Never claimed I wasn’t,” Yoslin says. “So, was it worth the wait?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely. I’d wait another ten years if I had to. But please, say I don’t have to.

Yoslin kisses the spot she bit down on, then grins up at Karlach, licking her lips. “You don’t have to.”