Yar & Nil (Octo's D&D characters gettin' down) (Patreon)

Yar ran her fingers through her mane, combing out the sticky remnants of a spider web. Ancient crypts had never been her favorite destination, but Nil loved them, and she loved Nil. Thus, while their friends enjoyed a day of shopping, drinking, and carousing, she was here, in an abandoned ruin, watching her love pick over bleached bones.

“Darling, look!” Nil stood beside a crumbling stone casket, brandishing a rusted iron chain in Yar’s direction. “Do you see these runic inscriptions?”

Yar wasn’t close enough to see the runes, and she seriously doubted she’d recognize them, but she humored Nil with a smile. She loved how Nil looked when she was enthusiastic about something, her sharp white teeth stretched in a wide smile, her eyes glittering like large red rubies behind the lenses of her glasses. Despite the less-than-idea setting, it was enough to make her heart ache with love and desire.

“What are they?” she asked.

“I believe…” Nil paused for dramatic effect, but the way she bounced on her toes hampered her attempt at gravitas. “...that this tomb is, in fact, the final resting place of a Levistian cultist!”

“Levistan?” Yar scratched the divot where her tusk jutted over her lower lip, searching her mind for the name. It didn’t ring any bells. “Who’s that?”

Nil’s free hand fluttered in the air as she thrust the chain toward Yar. “Why, Levistus—not Levistian—is an archdevil of infamous, and somewhat rakish, reputation. Wait a moment. Perhaps Mr. Bones can explain it better.” She turned to rummage in the sarcophagus, emerging with a weathered skull.

Yar snorted through a growing smile. Typical Nil. 

“Archdevil Levistus,” Nil said in a low, rough voice, moving the skull’s mandible, “is the self-titled Prince of Stygia, a frozen realm in the Nine Hells. Thanks to his manipulative, backstabbing ways, he currently finds himself imprisoned in a giant glacier for all eternity. But that doesn’t stop him from gathering followers to do his bidding in good old Prime Material.”

“Really?” Yar nodded and gave the skull a look of wide-eyed interest. “That’s very interesting, Mr. Bones.”

“Very few of us are cultists, you know,” said Nil-as-the-skull. “Followers of Levistus are double-crossers by nature, so we rarely associate with each other. But sometimes, when we find each other, a folie à deux may form, or small group of cultists may work toward a common goal for our loathéd master.”

“And what’s the chain for?”

Nil wiggled the skull in what was probably meant to be a menacing manner, but it almost made Yar laugh. “Chains and ice are two common symbols of Levistus. Judging by the cauldron here—” Nil swung the skull toward a large iron cauldron behind the head of the sarcophagus. “—where followers boiled blocks of ice to symbolize our Master’s coming freedom from his icy prison, and the fact that my mortal remains were bound in chains, I was probably betrayed and ritualistically sacrificed by a fellow cultist!”

Yar put her hand to her heart and gave an exaggerated gasp. “Oh, no!"

“Oh, yes.” Nil opened her ever-present bag of holding and shoved the skull inside. “Or, you know,” she continued in her normal voice, “he was an innocent man some other deranged cultist happened to murder. But the chains and the grandiosity of the tomb make the first hypothesis feel more likely to me.”

Yar crossed her arms over her broad chest and gave Nil a satisfied smile. “Will you ask him later?”

Nil winked. “Of course, once we’re finished ransacking the place. That’s why I put him in the bag. Seems unnecessarily rude to make him watch us steal from his tomb.”

“Won’t Levistus be upset if we plunder one of his tombs?”

“Hardly,” Nil said. “Besides, it isn’t Levistus’ tomb, and he already got someone’s unfortunate soul to add to his quota. These treasures are mere earthly baubles now.” She held open her bag of holding. “Come now. Throw it all in. Too much to steal, not enough hours in the day.”

They worked over the tomb like the seasoned professionals they were, checking for booby traps, hidden compartments, and the like. Yar didn’t find anything too exciting, although Nil discovered a curious leather-bound book with blank, yellowed pages.

“I believe this is human skin,” Nil said as she examined the binding.

Yar grimaced. That was unpleasant even for an adventurer like her, who’d seen it all and then some. “Delightful.”

“Isn’t it?” Nil said, without a trace of sarcasm. She withdrew a flask of glowing blue liquid from her bag and uncorked it. A strange, blobby sort of mist poured out like smoke, coating the pages of the book. Blood-red ink spread across the page in a spidery scrawl. “Oh, a spellbook! This should be useful. Knew a flask of frost would work. Levistus’ followers have a flair for the dramatic, and since he’s associated with ice and cold…”

Once more, Yar found herself enchanted by Nil’s enthusiasm. She watched with a pounding heart and sweaty palms as Nil gushed about the spellbook, flipping through its pages with a look of wide-eyed wonder on her sweet face. It made Yar want to scoop her up, kiss her, and carry her off to some dark corner to tear her clothes off. 

She glanced around the tomb. Well. There’s no one else here. Even Mr. Bones is tucked away, so it isn’t like he can protest. She blinked. Perhaps she was spending a little too much time looking at things from Nil’s perspective.

“... and here’s a treatise on how to boil the skin of various humanoids…”

Yar shook her head. A distraction might do them both some good. She walked over and plucked the book from Nil’s hands, holding it above her head. Nil jumped for the book, but Yar dangled it just out of reach. With an extra two feet of height, it wasn’t difficult. 

“Yar! Come on, hand it over.”

“I will,” Yar said, trying not to ogle the way Nil’s breasts bounced beneath her short orange poet’s shirt. “Later. Why don’t you study this back at the inn? You know, where it’s clean and there’s a comfortable bed.”

Nil’s eyes flashed behind the thick lenses of her spectacles. A wicked grin stretched across her face. “Darling, are you jealous of a book?”

“No,” Yar said. “I’m just saying, this tomb is dark and creepy, and it has spiders.”

“I know,” Nil said with a dreamy sigh. “Isn’t it romantic?”

Yar sighed too, although hers wasn’t exactly dreamy. Dark, creepy, and spiders were all things Nil enjoyed.

Then again, if Nil was in a romantic mood, shouldn’t she take advantage of the setting? Maybe she’d been too quick to try and drag Nil back to the inn. She set the unsettling spellbook aside and pulled the slender drow into her arms, filling her palms with Nil’s round backside.

“You know what would be more romantic?” she said in a rumbling voice, leaning down to nip Nil’s pointed ear. 

“Hmm?” Nil’s fingertips danced along Yar’s triceps, feeling the muscles there. 

“If I had you, right here and now.”

Nil dropped her bag of holding onto the floor and stood on tiptoe. Taking the hint, Yar bent down to kiss her. Nil’s lips were warm and soft against hers, full of sweet whimpers and sighs. When Nil’s tongue brushed one of her tusks, Yar picked her up and carried her away from the sarcophagus.

While Nil kissed and nuzzled and pawed at her muscles, Yar looked for an appropriate place. There wasn’t much furniture to speak of aside from the sarcophagus, but she and Nil had made do with worse. The stone floor was, at least, solid and wouldn’t crack or crumble away. She set Nil on the ground and knelt over her, struggling with the laces of her shirt.

Nil didn’t waste any time pulling Yar’s tunic overhead. She gasped, muttering all kinds of filth in deep elven as she smeared kisses across Yar’s bare chest. Things about how large and strong she was, and how good she smelled. It made Yar struggle even more with the tiny, infuriating laces on Nil’s clothing. Her cock strained against her breeches, begging for release.

Damn. And I was meant to be the one seducing her…

Nil swatted Yar’s hands away, unfastening her shirt herself. “Much as I’d love to see you rip it off, good clothes are hard to come by.”

Yar grunted with impatience, but the sight of Nil’s firm breasts and thick, taut nipples mollified her. She filled her hands with them, kneading and squeezing roughly, just how Nil liked it. Nil’s long lashes fluttered and her eyes drifted shut, a happy grin spreading across her face. The thick, intoxicating scent of sex and arousal filled Yar’s nose.

The orcish fire that simmered just beneath the surface burned bright and hot in Yar’s lower belly. Her cock gave an urgent twitch in her breeches, so she tore one hand away from Nil’s soft, willing body to fish it out of her trousers.

Once more, Nil pushed her hands away. “Off,” she said, tugging at Yar’s trousers. “I want it all off. I want you naked, on top of me, in me—oh!”

Yar sank her teeth into Nil’s shoulder, relishing her gasp of mingled pleasure and pain. Once Nil went limp and compliant beneath them, Yar stripped them both, straining a few seams and popping a couple of buttons despite Nil’s desire to preserve her outfit. Yar couldn’t help herself. She climbed on top of Nil, pinning her to the stone floor. She needed Nil here, now—to fuck her, claim her, come in her.

“Gods above and below,” Nil groaned, filling her hands with Yar’s backside. Her urgent touch made Yar’s cock throb, its tip leaking onto Nil’s soft belly. It leaked even more at the thought of how Nil’s belly would look someday in the future, round and heavy with her child.

Yar bent down to kiss Nil, a wet, messy affair that left both their mouths sticky and swollen. Nil nipped at Yar’s lip, so Yar seized her wrists, pinning them above her head. “Be a good girl and let me fuck you,” she growled, rubbing her cock along Nil’s stomach for emphasis.

Nil snorted. “Let you? I’m practically begging, but you aren’t even in me yet.”

Yar released Nil's wrists to cup a hand between her legs. She slid her fingers through the slippery, swollen folds of Nil’s cunt, thrilled to find that it was absolutely dripping for her already. She sank one finger inside, then two, thrusting fast and rough.

Nil whimpered and clawed at Yar’s back, but the wide grin never left her face. Her breasts swayed with each heaving breath, so Yar kissed lower, catching one of Nil’s stiff nipples in her mouth. She sucked it as deep as it would go, rolling her tongue around it and biting down on Nil’s breast. Nil’s core clenched around Yar’s fingers in response, spilling more slickness into her hand.

“Fuck me,” Nil panted, digging her nails into Yar’s shoulders. “Fuck me, Yar, please fuck me, fuck me more—”

Yar switched to Nil’s other breast, giving it the same rough treatment. She wanted nothing more than to push inside of Nil and pound away—and with Nil begging for it, there was no reason to hold back. With one last swipe of her tongue across Nil’s breast and a soft kiss to her sternum, Yar flipped her onto her stomach. Nil raised her hips immediately, and Yar lined up her cock, finding a firm grip on Nil’s hips.

The moment she pushed inside was pure bliss. Nil was impossibly hot and tight, pulsing and fluttering around her shaft. It only took a few thrusts to bottom out. Nil buried her face in her forearms, smothering a deep, full-chested groan. Yar licked a stripe up her spine, enjoying the way Nil’s entire body shivered, before bracing her knees and picking up a fast, hard rhythm.

Nil screamed. Her forearm hardly did anything to muffle the sound, and it rang around the empty tomb, echoing off the stone walls. Yar reveled in the sound. Nil’s sweet voice was a wonderful reminder that she was the one bringing her love this pleasure. She was the one Nil wanted and needed most of all.

Driven by desire and animal instinct, Yar pressed down on Nil’s lower back, pushing her flat against the floor for even more leverage. She pulled all the way out before plunging back inside as hard as she could, groaning through gritted teeth as Nil clenched and squeezed around her aching length.

Yar loved that she didn’t need to hold back with Nil. She could be as rough as she wanted, without worrying whether her lustful needs as an orog were too much, too violent, too aggressive. With other lovers, she’d always had to restrain herself, but not with Nil. Nil accepted her exactly as she was, and appreciated her passion for the deep love it was.

Nil encouraged Yar by rocking back into her thrusts, attempting to raise her hips despite Yar’s iron grip on her lower back. Yar placed a soft kiss behind Nil’s ear as she pumped faster, harder. It was adorable, the way Nil squirmed for more of her despite being so tiny and weak in comparison. She certainly wasn’t weak in spirit, nor shy about asking for what she wanted.

“Come in me,” Nil groaned. “Need it. Need you.”

The throbbing ache in Yar’s cock doubled. Her body demanded she flood Nil with everything she had, but she didn’t want to come too soon. She wanted to savor this paradise, where the two of them could enjoy each other to the fullest, a few moments longer. And she wanted to make Nil really beg for it.

“You want me to fill you up?” she huffed against the back of Nil’s neck. “Breed you?”

Nil’s entire body went rigid at the word, then melted into a trembling puddle beneath Yar’s. Yar slowed down her frantic rutting, making sure to hit as hard and deep inside of Nil as possible. She moved one of her hands, trapping Nil’s clit between two knuckles and pinching sharply. The desperate wail that floated to the ceiling almost pushed Yar over the edge, but she held back, withdrawing for a moment to collect herself before pushing back in.

“Yes, breed me, yes yes yes—”

Her chanting plea became a cry of pure ecstasy as she squeezed around Yar’s cock, soaking the wiry hairs at the base of her shaft with hot, slick fluid. Yar angled her thrusts downward, making sure to hit the swollen spot on Nil’s front wall with every stroke. Every time she pumped her hips, more come gushed out, running through her fingers and dripping down her thighs.

She fucked Nil through the orgasm, rubbing Nil’s clit roughly with each contraction. “Good girl. That’s it. Come for me so I can fill you up nice and deep.”

Nil squealed, squeezing even tighter around Yar’s shaft.

Yar couldn’t hold back any longer. “Here it comes,” she grunted, tightening her grip on Nil’s hip and softening her fingers to feather-light strokes. “Take it all.” With one last thrust, she buried herself as deep as she could and let go, tensing every muscle as she flooded Nil’s core with everything she had.

White stars floated around Yar’s eyes as she came. She collapsed on top of Nil, rutting desperately against her soft, round ass and fucking her into the floor even though her limbs had turned to jelly. She braced her elbows on the ground, thrusting desperately as thick jets of come poured from her cock. Nil’s cunt kept pulsing around her, milking her for every single drop of seed.

By the end, Yar felt weak as a kitten, burying her face in Nil’s curly hair and moaning as Nil’s hot, tight muscles fluttered around her softening length. Just when it seemed she was empty, Nil’s core squeezed another load of come from her cock. She could only shiver and cradle Nil’s smaller body between her arms, wanting to protect her even though Nil had just drained the very life out of her.

“Gods, I needed that,” Nil said at last, slurring her words.

Yar couldn’t even form words. All she managed was a throaty laugh. She kissed Nil’s neck instead, with all the tenderness and care she could muster. She loved this woman as fiercely as she battled, and would gladly die for her without a second thought. It was an honor to be her lover, her partner, her best friend.

Luckily, Nil seemed to interpret her kissing and nuzzling correctly. “I love you too,” she said, craning her neck backward to kiss Yar’s face. She only managed to catch the edge of Yar’s chin, but Yar hunched a little to find her mouth, and they shared a long, close-mouthed kiss that was somehow just as intense as the height of their climaxes.

After a long time, they parted a few inches. “Love you more,” Yar said.

“I love you so much that I’m going to turn your skull into my magic focus when you die, and keep it with me so I can talk to you all the time,” Nil said.

“No you won’t,” Yar said. “You’ll bring me back.”

“If I can’t bring your body back one time,” Nil said. “What, you don’t like my skull idea?”

Yar smiled, kissing the top of Nil’s head. “No, I like it. It’s very sweet. And if you die first, which I’ll never ever let happen, I’ll eat your heart.”

Nil closed her eyes and sighed through a big smile. “So romantic. Now… you didn’t rip my shirt, did you?”