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"Goodnight, soldier," Karlach said brightly as she took Shadowheart's place on watch.
Unlikely as it was that they would encounter much trouble here on the outskirts of Baldur's Gate, the party had agreed it would still be prudent to keep a watch, just in case.
Scratch whined sadly as he followed Shadowheart away from the tiefling.
"Aww Scratch. You want to play with Karlach, don't you?" Shadowheart asked him, giving him scritches behind his ear. "Go on, then."
She laughed as the dog took off to join his favorite playmate by the fire, before slipping into the tent she shared with Makaria.
Not wanting to disturb her partner, she quietly slipped out of her clothes, replacing them with the tunic she had borrowed from Makaria with no real intention of returning it. The pilfered garment was much too large for her to wear during the day, but it served perfectly as a nightdress.
As Shadowheart crawled into the bedroll, a half-asleep Makaria rolled over onto her side to wrap her powerful arms around her.
"Missed you," Makaria mumbled, pressing a series of kisses from the nape of Shadowheart's neck to the corner of her jaw.
"Hello, love," Shadowheart said through a smile.
Shadowheart let her partner pull her close, humming contentedly as Makaria's hand slid over the curve of her hip.
"So, how was watch? Anything happen?"
"Nothing too exciting," Shadowheart replied. "I finished another chapter of my book"
"You know, the whole reason we don't have watch together is to keep us from getting distracted," the paladin scolded gently.
"Don't sell yourself short, Makaria. You're a fair bit more distracting than a book."
"Oh, really? I'm nothing, if not a professional," Makaria breathed into her neck. "You'll have to tell me what you mean by that accusation."
Makaria's fingertips traced gentle circles from her sternum to her navel, causing Shadowheart's muscles to quiver beneath them. At the sensation, Shadowheart arched her back, grinding her ass into Makaria's hips in silent request for more.
"Well," Shadowheart said. "Those clever fingers could be any girl's undoing."
"Hmm," Makaria mused, playfully nipping at Shadowheart's ear. "Just my fingers, then?"
"Gods," Shadowheart gasped.
She reached an arm behind her head, letting her fingertips trace the scar that ran down her lover's cheek. Shadowheart paused to let Makaria press kisses into her palm, then wound her fingers into the dark waves of the tiefling's hair.
"All of you, Makaria. That's what's distracting," Shadowheart admitted in a huff of mock exasperation. "Is that what you're wanting? Flattery?"
"Well, I'll admit that it is nice," Makaria laughed. "But I get the feeling that you're wanting something too."
Straining against the muscled arms around her, Shadowheart managed to twist around far enough for her lips to find those of her lover. She could feel Makaria smile triumphantly into their kiss, but the hardening length Shadowheart could feel between her lover's legs proved that she wasn't the only one feeling lecherous tonight.
"So, does that mean I'm right?" Makaria teased when their lips finally separated.
Shadowheart nodded impatiently, squirming in an attempt to turn and face her lover properly. Her efforts were in vain though, because Makaria held her firmly in place.
"Are you gonna be a good girl for me, and ask for what you want?"
"As if you don't know already," Shadowheart whined. "I want you. All of you."
"Well, all of me is yours to command. But let's start with those fingers you seem to like so much, shall we?"
The tiefling held her large hand out in front of Shadowheart in offering.
"Direct me," Makaria urged. "Show me where you want me to touch you."
Shadowheart brought the worn hand up to her lips, kissing each scarred knuckle gently. She let her own smaller fingers trace over the lines etched by a lifetime, hoping to one day know the stories behind each mark. Makaria brushed her thumb over Shadowheart's lips, and Shadowheart opened her mouth to accept the paladin's offering.
Shadowheart sealed her lips around the thumb and sucked gently. Encouraged by the longing that crept into Makaria's breathing, Shadowheart began to trace gentle circles over the pad of the digit with her tongue. In reward, she felt her paladin's cock twitch against her. Shadowheart closed her teeth on the thumb, applying just enough pressure to savor the soft whimper Makaria breathed into her ear.
Teasing her partner like this was always a delight, but Shadowheart needed more. She took Makaria's thumb from her mouth and, planting a final kiss to the back of the tiefling's hand, brought it down to her waist. Shadowheart lifted the hem of her oversized tunic and guided Makaria's hand under the fabric to her chest.
"There. Go play–you've earned it," she whispered, releasing the hand with a pat.
Makaria obediently trailed her fingertips over the cleric's breasts, teasing the erect nipples with tantalizing circles. The paladin brushed her thumb over Shadowheart's nipples, leaving wet trails of the half-elf's own saliva to cool in the night air.
"More," Shadowheart commanded hoarsely.
Makaria compliantly wrapped her hand around one of Shadowheart's breasts, squeezing gently. She spread her fingers to pinch the sensitive nipple between her middle and ring fingers, making Shadowheart bite her lip to suppress a moan.
"Gods, I love these," the paladin groaned into the nape of Shadowheart's neck.
"They quite like you too," Shadowheart gasped, arching her back into her lover.
She reached back to grip one of Makaria's horns, glad Makaria couldn't see the self-satisfied grin Shadowheart wore at the feeling of her lover's hard length pressing against her. She wiggled her hips, and Makaria swore pathetically, cock throbbing eagerly.
"Fuck. Shads, if you keep doing that I'll..." Makaria breathed, voice trembling with lust.
"You'll what?" Shadowheart challenged, trying futilely to mask her own desire.
When Makaria was slow to answer, Shadowheart rolled her hips again in silent provocation, eager to see what Makaria would do to stop her.
Makaria moaned and ran her nails along Shadowheart's ribs. The subtle pain blended with the fluttery, ticklish sensation, forming a jolt of desire that racked through Shadowheart's body.
"Oh, hells," Shadowheart gasped, melting into her paladin's arms.
Needing more than these teasing touches, more than her lover merely pressed against her, Shadowheart desperately groped for Makaria's hand.
"I want you inside," Shadowheart whispered, guiding Makaria's hand below her waistband.
The paladin's skilled fingers gently spread Shadowheart open, tracing delicate strokes around her entrance. When they moved to her clit, Shadowheart couldn't stop herself from bucking into them. In response, Makaria hooked a leg over Shadowheart's knee, pulling her thighs further open and securing her in place.
Not eager to be selfish, Shadowheart reached behind herself to return the attention. The buttons of Makaria's trousers were no match for decades of Sharran training, and Shadowheart had her warrior's length in her grasp in a matter of seconds.
Shadowheart stroked Makaria's cock behind her back, appreciating the dribbles of arousal at her touch. The paladin was nearly as wet as she was. Shadowheart began fervently pumping Makaria's cock, hoping the paladin would take the hint and fuck her–either with her fingers or with this gloriously ridged length she possessed.
"Ow," Makaria grunted. "Too rough."
Shadowheart relinquished her grip, instead using her fingertips to stroke Makaria's length. She found that sensitive spot below the head and traced little circles, mimicking the way Makaria's fingers were moving against her own clit.
"I said 'inside'," Shadowheart reminded her lover, and finally, Makaria obeyed.
First one finger, then two slid into her, filling her pleasantly. Impatient, Shadowheart rolled her hips against the hand in desperation.
"Gods, you're so needy tonight" Makaria breathed, and Shadowheart could hear the smug smirk in her voice.
Shadowheart's retort fractured into a ragged moan as Makaria curled her fingers inside of her. Shadowheart released Makaria's horn to stifle another moan with her hand, but Makaria had other ideas.
"Don't you dare. I want to hear all those cute little noises you make for me."
Shadowheart could only whimper pathetically in reply as she felt herself clench harder around her lover's fingers. Makaria's expert ministrations were driving her closer and closer to the edge with every thrust. She trembled and shook as she lost a little more of herself to lust each time those muscled fingers plunged deep into her. Her only solace was that she could feel her paladin's discipline fracture similarly with every stroke of her hand.
Their lips found each other, and they moaned into one another. Shadowheart let herself unravel completely into Makaria's touch. Surrendering as well, Makaria trembled and spilled over Shadowheart's fingers as they came together, their lips never parting from the kiss.
They held each other in a tangle of shaking limbs for several minutes while their breathing returned to normal.
"We should probably clear this mess up," Shadowheart sighed, not eager to put an end to the intimate moment.
"Or..." Makaria said, positioning herself above Shadowheart and pinning her wrists to the bedroll. "We could clean up after round two?"
Shadowheart wrapped her legs around the woman's waist.
"You always have such great plans, paladin.”