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The sun had been down for hours, and Meris basked in the darkness. Growing up in Neverwinter rarely afforded her a moment of dark, but since her abduction by the Nautiloid, she had learned to love the very element that stuck in her blood. There was a point in their adventures, when traversing the Underdark, that she wondered why her mother had ever left the cool glow of her home. Not that she would ever know, not really. She might have asked her father once, long ago, but if he ever knew, he certainly did not want to share it with his daughter.
With a flick of her wrist, she waved off the memory of her father and cast dancing lights. The glimmering orbs shone dimly in the washroom, hovering in opposing corners near the large soaking tub. An earlier casting of create water followed by a heat metal spell on the tub created the perfect steaming bath. Oh, how she loved that staff from the Emerald Grove.
Having already shimmied out of her trousers and pulled the tunic over her head, Meris slid out of her smallclothes and breastband. She stepped gingerly into the steaming tub, adjusting to the heat of the water as she sunk into it, her cool-toned ashen skin reddening to something closer to purple by the second. A snap of her fingers brought a spectral hand into being, hovering above her. A quick shift of her head saw the hand grabbing a book from the shelf and thumbing through it to the dogeared page. With two digits pressed to the book’s spine, and the other three against the pages, the mage hand held the book up for Meris to read.
It had been many nights since Meris had time to relax and study this blissfully. As Wyll was out at the tavern with Karlach, she didn’t feel bad for completely occupying the washroom for the better part of the evening. She had every intention of stewing in the tub until the water went cold or she finished the tome at hand. Early elven migration from the Feywild was barely studied, but from all the poetry and decorative glassworks the researchers in the tome had found in and around ancient elven temples, there was clearly much more than a range expansion at fault.
She hummed, contented, laying back in the water, disturbing a swirl of perfumes and oils when only her face remained exposed to the steamy air. Meris ran her fingers through her hair, unweaving her braids and removing her ponytail from its tie. Her white locks had always been fine, thin, but the green strands that had appeared as her magic had, much like the teal swirls on her face and neck, were coarser and easily tangled between her fingers. She sighed as the knots came free and her hair floated freely in the perfumed water.
As she read on, Meris sunk deeper into the bath, the world muffled by the water in her ears. This was true peace, she thought. Nothing shared her mind beyond the text on the page and the sensuous herbal smells of the perfumes. Without thought, she reached for her left shoulder, massaging the rough skin there. Meris strove to refrain from vanity, and though her shockingly blue eye and teal patterns on her skin did not typically bother her, there were days where she wished her skin was simply the unblemished lichen grey and her eyes were both warm gold. She closed her eyes and ran both hands through her hair; the green in her hair was one manifestation of her magic that she loved dearly.
Her fingers massaged at her scalp, and she shifted in the tub, stretching her legs out to where her toes just brushed against the other end of the bath. Her lips curled into a small smile; despite her desire for a quiet night alone, she was unable to keep her mind from Wyll. It was a simple thought: he would not be able to fully stretch out in the tub as she did. Meris was quite fond of how tall Wyll seemed when he was near her, though he was, in reality, only barely taller than Astarion. Either way, that was well taller than Meris and made her feel even more petite than the half-drow already was. Thoughts of Wyll not ceasing, her hand moved from her hair to brush lightly over her breast.
“So, this is what you do when I’m away.” The voice, muffled through the water, made Meris startle, unmatched eyes flying open as she bolted upright. Water splashed all around, and her mage hand spell faltered, dropping the heavy book onto the floor with a “clunk”. Wyll chuckled as he stood in the doorway, horns resting against the doorframe, “Sorry to disturb your alone time, my love.”
Meris, heart racing, settled back against the tub, turning her head to face him, “I don’t mind the disturbance, just the utter surprise. I didn’t think you were that sneaky.” He grinned and took a step into the washroom. Wyll stepped on the heel of each boot in turn, taking them off as he walked to the tub.
He bent at the waist and ghosted a kiss over Meris’ top lip before taking a step back, beginning to unlace his breeches. “I don’t think you are as perceptive as you think you are.” Without taking her eyes from the view of him undressing, Meris flicked two fingers to cast the mage hand spell again, taking the book to the shelf to protect it from any more splashed water.
“Perhaps. I see you very clearly now, though,” she said as she dropped her eyes to where his hands worked against a growing bulge in his trousers. “How long were you standing there?”
He snapped his eyes up from the laces to her face, “Long enough to see that you weren’t reading. Was that book just for show, or do you have something filthy tucked in the pages of your research that drove you to distraction?” Wyll shuffled out of his trousers and reached behind his head to unbutton his shirt. Once it was undone, he pulled the shirt over his head, first over one curling horn and then the other.
Meris flushed, “I don’t know if I should indulge your imaginings or if the truth would be more apt to go to your head.” He cocked an eyebrow, smirked, and inclined his head for her to continue. She held out a dripping hand and beckoned him closer. Wyll complied, leaning over the tub and sucked a kiss against Meris’ warm, wet neck. She shivered and turned her head to whisper in his ear, “You were the source of my distraction.”
He sighed against her skin, lightly raking his teeth down her neck and to her collarbone. He raised his head and met her mismatched eyes with his own infernal red one. “How so? Describe it to me,” Wyll settled one hand on each edge of the tub and licked a stripe up Meris’ ear, “in detail.”
She reached up, wrapping her fingers around one of his horns and pulled his face further against her neck. “You make me feel small.” He pulled his face away from her just far enough to meet her eyes. For a split second, his eyebrows tensed in worry, but then he saw her smile and returned his lips to her jaw. “In the best way possible. I simply thought of you looking down upon me, of being under your gaze.” Her eyes closed, fingernails on her right hand scrubbing over the ridges on his horn, while her left hand snaked down his side, finger tips just dipping below the waistband of his smallclothes. Wyll covered her mouth with his, lightly running his tongue along the seam of her lips until she opened beneath him. She ran her hand down from his horn, along the bumps of his dreads, and dug her fingers into his shoulder. Meris sighed into his mouth as they kissed, his tongue bumping against hers.
When they broke apart for air, Meris leaned against the back of the tub. “Join me,” she said, left hand insistent against his backside, pulling him as close as she was able with the metal tub between them. Wyll straightened and pushed his smallclothes to the floor. Meris pillowed her head on her wrist as she curled her arm behind her head, and she spread her knees to make room for him to settle against her in the bath. He took a careful step into the tub and sunk to his knees between her legs. In an instant, he was covering her body with his own again, one hand on the back on the tub above her head, the other dipping into the warm water to hold her, thumb skimming her nipple as he did. A flicker of mischief in his eye ensured her that the touch was no mistake. Meris rested one hand on the back of his head, the other laid across her thigh, the heat of Wyll coaxing it closer to the source. She lifted the fingers in the water slightly, tracing the back of her nails against his lower belly. He closed his eyes briefly, breathing out through his nose, trying his best to maintain his composure.
He cupped her face with his still dry hand, “What will you have of me, my lady?” She hummed and brought his lips to hers. There, she tugged his plush bottom lip with her teeth before lapping her tongue upwards to brush over his teeth and rest against his forked tongue. He pressed back against her and moved to trail his lips from her own to her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. He paused over one of her small breasts, breathing hot air over it, and once again met her eyes with his. She stretched, arching her back to lightly brush her mound against his erection. He shivered. The magic in her blue eye crackled.
Meris looped her left leg over his right and took his hips in both hands. She did not break eye contact when she whispered, “Everything,” and punctuated it by pressing her groin against his. Wyll moaned and ducked his head to cover her breast with his mouth, muffling the wanton sound. The hand holding her moved downward, skimming over her narrow waist and hips before taking her hand from his hip. He twined his fingers with hers there in the water, pulling it to where both of their needs rested not quite against one another. He gave one final suck to the nipple in his mouth before moving his face back into the crook of her neck. She craned her head backward, just far enough to clasp his earlobe between her teeth. He hissed, and in turn scraped his teeth along her neck.
Wyll pushed himself back up with the hand still on the back of the tub, “You endeavor to ruin me.”
“Of course,” she smirked, wrapping her hand around his length. Wyll sucked in a breath. He dropped his hand to the seam between her hip and thigh, pressing his thumb against her until she knew it would bloom with a black-green bruise, and she keened, pushing her cunt against both her hand and his erection. Meris let out a breathless laugh, “And you me.” He rutted against her movement, sliding his cock through her fingers, and bumping the head of it at her hooded clit. She yelped sharply at the unexpected stimulation, breaking the sensuality of the moment.
“Sorry,” Wyll laughed, hand leaving her hip and poising his fingers against the swollen bud. He ghosted over it through the water. The nub pulsed with need, and Meris twisted her wrist in turn. The infernal bumps along the underside of his cock, under her hand, while familiar to her, still invoked a shiver to run through her at the thought of how they snagged at her entrance with every push and pull. On her next stroke upwards, she let the tip of a nail drag against him. He let out a startled cry and thrust forward into her hand, nearly collapsing back onto her, and crashing his mouth against hers. In retaliation, after a moment for him to breathe against her lips, Wyll dug a dulled claw into Meris’ clit. She gasped into his mouth.
Meris craned her neck back, freeing her lips, “Fuck me.” Wyll’s lips followed hers then dipped lower and sucked deeply against the hollow of her throat. He nudged her hand around his cock, silently requesting that she release him, and he replaced her hand with his own.
He lined himself up with her entrance but left the head just teasing against her rim. Nipping from her throat up to just below her ear, he pulled back from her enough to whisper his command: “Ask me again.”
“Wyll,” she whined, arching herself against him, and drew her free hand up to tweak one of her own nipples. He did not move but to suck another bruise underneath her ear. Leaving her breast, Meris dug her fingernails into Wyll’s scalp, curling around one of his dreads, “Wyll, please.”
“Who am I to leave my love wanting?” he asked, leaning back, four unmatched eyes meeting, all half-lidded the same. A light kiss brushed her lips as Wyll slid between her folds. No matter how often they had coupled, the stretch of Wyll’s cock was always a surprise to her. Not tremendously large, but without the preparation fingers, either Wyll’s or her own, usually provided, his cock felt much larger. He was always gentle, pushing in slowly, but as he bottomed out within her, she squirmed, walls flexing against him. It was not discomfort and certainly not pain, but as he filled her, she felt as her own lubrication was ruined by the water seeping in from the bath. “May I?” he asked and began to pull back.
“Wait,” she rested a hand on his chest. His movement stopped, leaving him seated inside her. “Stay in me. The water is unpleasant.”
He quirked an eyebrow at her, “Unpleasant?”
“Too much friction,” she confirmed. He nodded his head in assent and rocked forward into her. She gasped. Now that issue was solved, the pair returned to their lovemaking. Lips met her collarbone, and she arched backward, clenching around him as he rocked slowly within her. His nose rested just above the water’s surface as he took her breast in his mouth again, one hand at her back, lifting her in the bath until her belly was flush with his. The other hand tucked itself in Meris’ wet tresses and tugged her head backwards, the line of her body more apt to resemble a bow than a woman.
One of her legs wrapped around his while the other drew up to give him more access to her core. He released her hair to push the drawn-up leg further against her chest, trapping it between their bodies, and leaned forward to kiss her lips. Gasping into her mouth when she tweaked his nipple, Wyll rolled his hips harder against her. Meris snaked her other hand between her legs where they were joined to trace over his root and against her hooded clit. Less of a kiss and more simply panting against each other, Wyll and Meris moved in concert, water sloshing over the sides of the tub to no one’s notice. Every thrust forward of Wyll’s hips left him tasting her sweet cries. Each stuttered clench of her walls against him built the growl in his throat.
His mouth left hers in favour of resting his horns against the back wall of the tub, placing his lips against the shell of her ear. Breaths heavy in her ear, cock heavy in her core, Meris wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, holding him against her. Her walls fluttered, and she ground down against him as much as she was able in the tight space of the bath.
“Are you close?” he asked, voice husky and nigh breathless. She smiled warmly and turned her head toward him slightly, sucking a dark mark into his jaw.
“I am.” She rolled her hips down against him, clenching in waves as his pace became more erratic. A haphazard thrust followed by a grind deep within her then a few short staccato pulses; with her pleasure confirmed, he was free to chase his own release. Both of his hands met her hips and pressed them firmly against the bottom of the tub, fingernails digging crescents into her dark skin. The new angle caused him to hit against her sweet spot with every roll of his hips, and she cried out, fingers tightening their hold on his neck, pressing him against her neck. She gasped out his name as her climax flooded over her. His rocking increased in speed and pressure until he was panting hard against her neck and coming deep within her. The pair rocked together through their aftershocks for a long moment before they stilled, the water still sloshing around them.
“Hells,” Wyll chuckled, bracing himself on the edge of the tub as he sat up. He repeated it: “Hells, Meris, you undo me.” He pulled backwards, freeing his cock from her body, and leaned forward, kissing Meris’ wet hair.
She grinned, fiery gold and ice blue eyes twinkling mischievously in the dim light of the cantrip’s orbs and nipped at his lip. “Clearly.”