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Eleasis 25 1494
It has been a year since the Netherbrain fell and much to Tara's and Mother's displeasure, I am once again surrounded by piles of books, sustaining myself on fine wine, snack cheese, and some fruit.
But I could not leave Karlach to fend for herself in trying to find a solution. Sure she had Wyll with her, however he is a fighter, a former warlock turned blademaster in full. He doesn't have the brains that I do least in the knowledge of tomes and books.
His knowledge is in the hells many fauna that wish to turn you into a crispy hunk of charcoal, ash pile, or a meal- well snack cheese more like. Most things from what I had read thus far were rather large in the Hells, making me feel remiss a bit in that I had not gone.
However I would make do with the research opportunities here.
I scratched my beard silently as something caught my eye, a passage about the metals of the Hells.
Infernal Iron comes in different purities which when coupled with its temperamental and finicky nature, makes it difficult to not only forge into anything, but difficult to melt into something usable. The secrets of Infernal Iron are rumored as well to be held tightly by Zariel, Archduchess of Avernus, Lady of the First, and the mad archdevil who once held parley with mortals to subjugate the realms.
I furrowed my brow.
It sounded mad, but was there perhaps truth to it? And who could I even consult about this?
Wait.
Dammon.
He had mentioned that he had been forced to work in Zariel's forges before Elturel and many Tieflings had been pulled from Avernus and he had provided the upgrades to Karlach's engine that had eventually allowed her to hug (and fuck if the noise from hers and Shadowheart's room was any indicator).
I quickly stood up, packing up the book and a few others with interesting passages of note before cleaning up with a wave of my hand then fishing out a scroll of teleport to Baldur's Gate, landing in the square before promptly heading for the Forge of Nine, yet as I strode there, I noticed a rather large and new district near Rolan's tower.
No wait, Rolan's tower was the entrance more or less to this new district, changing direction, entering Sorcerous Sundries.
"Gale!" a jovial voice called, looking about before spotting Rolan coming my way beaming, arms outstretched.
"Rolan. I didn't expect to find so much change or hustle and bustle," I remarked surprised, before embracing Rolan who chuckled.
"Oh indeed. Business is booming, the city is rebuilding and thanks to a partnership with Helsik and Hope, Tieflings that were left in Avernus from Elturel's Descent are slowly making their way here. Karlach and Wyll have been quite busy bees in freeing them amidst trying to figure out a plan. But please don't let me talk your ear off, what brings you here? Pleasure? Jovial delight?" Rolan spoke cheerfully,
"Entirely business I'm afraid. I'm looking for Dammon and was on my way to the Forge of the Nine when I spotted this new district," I remarked,
"Well it is good you stopped here then! Dammon now has his own forge here in the district which is primarily Tieflings, but others displaced or having trouble with more old traditional types have settled here. Once you exit here, take a right and follow the new road down until you spot Takor's Boot Shop then take a left there and go until you reach Jaeyra's Abyssal Bone Tavern and Inn, taking one final right and following that road until you reach Dammon's forge," Rolan spoke happily,
"I appreciate the thorough directions Rolan," I spoke gratefully,
"Of course Gale and please do come on by if you're going to be staying a while, I have some tomes you might be interested in that you and I could go over with a nice vintage red from Cormyr," Rolan remarked, making me nod before I headed out. I reached the forge with many waving to me on the way, recognizing some like Cal and Lia who both looked amazing now they weren't being chased by shadow creatures or tortured in Moonrise.
I felt the heat of the forge as I entered and saw a burly Tiefling working bare chested. Bold fellow, must not have minded the sparks flying from the sword they were working on. I watched them douse the sword in a barrel of water nearby before examining it and nodding, adding it to a pile of swords by a grindstone. They turned and I felt shock course through me when I recognized Dammon's face!
"Gale!" Dammon spoke surprised,
"Dammon!? Gods above you look…" I started, before trailing off. Dammon had bulked significantly, from the scrawny refugee with some muscle to looking like he tossed a rock for entertainment. I found my eyes tracing the veins in his arms, the pock here and there of scars old and new from his work.
"Sword Coast to Gale, you alright?" Dammon asked, before I blinked, flushing as I realized I had been gaping at Dammon like a flustered school girl.
"Yes! Sorry. I erm had a purpose for my visit. I have been trying to do my research for Karlach and I came across some passages, but one in particular on the purities of Infernal Iron and I thought of you having knowledge-" I remarked,
"Oh yes! Infernal Iron has five different purity levels! There's slag, common, hellbore and the last two are flawed and pure. Pure is the rarest and most temperamental of the Infernal Iron purities because it is capable of withstanding anything the Hells can throw at it and even be dropped into molten lava and not melt!" Dammon spoke excitedly, as I quickly tugged out a notebook and pencil, jotting down fast notes.
Dammon continued talking about how the intricacies of Infernal Iron made it beautiful to work with despite the temperamental nature, his hands gesturing wildly before he began to dig through the various crates he had for supplies, bringing out pieces of Infernal Iron he had acquired or had left over from helping Karlach during the Absolute Crisis.
"There's many methods to working with Infernal Iron as well, but the best is a forge hot as hellfire which is intensely difficult to achieve here, but I did my best with what I had. Luckily in Avernus the forges are built specifically to hold hellfire and fuel to keep it burning properly. However hellfire itself can be temperamental which makes it extra difficult. Oh gods above, I've been talking your ear off. Apologies," Dammon spoke suddenly,
"Please do not apologize. Your fervor with your craft is a joy to watch and I've been taking meticulous notes. After all, our endeavor is the same is it not?" I spoke kindly, Dammon nodding happily, his face lighting up at the acceptance and making me wonder what fool bastards had ignored his talk on his craft or belittled it.
"Yes! Getting Karlach home one way or another so she may enjoy her life with Shadowheart here in the Sword Coast," Dammon spoke cheerfully, before I nodded.
"Excellent so with these notes then it would be safe to assume that pure is what the aim is?" I inquired,
"Yes. I used flawed to make the temporary upgrades during the Crisis, but unfortunately the engine was used with a mixture of slag and hellbore. Piecemealed by fools honestly who had no clue what they were doing and risking much considering their mistress is considered the maddest archdevil in the Hells besides perhaps Asmodeus himself," Dammon mused,
"Right so in theory if we get this pure Iron then you could with blueprints help make a new engine for Karlach?" I asked,
"Yes. I have been coordinating with a mechanic on the Avernus side, Erina. She's been helping cause havoc in Zariel's efforts to keep what Tieflings remain in her hands, though if today's mission goes well then the last of the Tieflings will be rescued," Dammon replied,
"Excellent excellent. Well I will be around for a bit, after all I want to be here to help with this matter in any way I can for our friend," I spoke cheerfully,
"Of course!" Dammon spoke excitedly, before he began to clean up and prepare for the end of day. I lingered as I watched his muscles ripple before flushing when I realized I once more was gaping like a school girl, heading off to Abyssal Bone to get a room. My mind however was wandering back to Dammon. Karlach and I had both had our share of sordid conversations about how much we would love to climb both Mount Halsin as it were and Dammon as well, as despite his much scrawnier composition prior, he had a fair bit of good looks and enough muscle to be the study of more than one sex dream.
Now though, I was having quite a time, struggling to get my leggings open with as hard as I had gotten thinking of Dammon again. I finally freed myself, precum already forming on the tip before I grasped myself.
The sight of Dammon covered in sweat from the forge that he called his own, the ripple as he hammered the sword-
I started to stroke myself-
The way his hands had articulated as he spoke at length about Infernal Iron-
What would that look like on my cock? Touching me with what was no doubt rough hands despite clearly being someone who cared for his hands-
His mouth moving so beautifully, speaking of purity and beauty in Infernal Iron-
Being a gods damn chiseled god himself, making me wonder what it would feel like to have that mouth on my body. Making me whimper before I gave a cry of pleasure as I came undone, splattering my hand, belly, and robe as I panted.
Maybe Tara and Mother were right, I certainly needed to get out more often, I was losing myself to sex dreams.
But gods was it so bad to want?
Eleasis 25 1495
A year passed and the work continued, though Tara and Mother still expressed displeasure despite being fed better food than just some wine, snack cheese, and bread. Currently I sat pouring over another book when Rolan came in.
"On your feet. Erina has called out to us on Karlach's behalf, there's been some injuries, Wyll is down and she sent word to me and I've roused as many of our friends as are here," Rolan spoke urgently, before I quickly rose to my feet, grabbing some scrolls of spare spells that might come in handy then following Rolan to the Devil's Fee where Helsik was conversing with Hope.
I saw Jaheira armed to the teeth as well as Shadowheart and Lae'zel, Astarion, and Dammon. Helsik finished the circle and we went through into Hope's home and a Tiefling warrior waited for us.
"This way," the Tiefling spoke quickly, before heading off. We followed to a room and Karlach lay on a litter looking a mess.
"What tried to eat you?" Shadowheart jested, Karlach grinning and showing off a mouth as messed up as the rest of her.
"A hellhound got the jump on me then some Orthons joined the party. Not as calm as Yurgir though," Karlach spoke tightly, Dammon quickly going over and moving the mass of cloths on her chest. I didn't miss the look he had with Erina.
"Alright. Let's get going," I spoke calmly, before Dammon put the mass of cloths back then we headed out. We reached the hill above the forge and found Zariel's forces prowling below.
"How are we going to get down there?" Astarion asked,
"We draw them away," Lae'zel spoke calmly, pointing at a second trail down.
"I'll protect Dammon and Erina with the Tiefling warrior here while you all give us time," Jaheira spoke quietly, before we nodded and split up. I took a deep breath as I drew on the Weave, once a darkness in my heart now a song once more, but one of my own though I no longer called Mystra my goddess.
That ship had sailed entirely.
Lae'zel gripped her great sword before charging in with a yell, following her as I began to lay out Magic Missile, Ice Spike, and Chain Lightning, though being careful where I laid that one as I didn't want to get Lae in the mix.
Astarion was a blur, in and out of the shadows wielding his daggers with precision that showed off his skills, even more so now he wasn't a spawn, but rather a True, having found some old blood of Cazador's that had been stashed, spotting werewolves coming in and joining the fray with some ghouls.
Shadowheart was wielding the Blood of Lathander on any poor fool who dared get too close, the radiance making the horde shriek, the lesser disintegrating into ash, her spells flying with mine. Suddenly a trio of Orthons appeared and I swore under my breath as they charged for us.
I barely dodged the crossbow bolt from the one, giving him a Magic Missile though it hardly phased him. I attempted to move to get a better position, but ended up getting thrown hard, one of the other Orthons moving towards me spear raised.
"GALE!" Shadowheart yelled- before something massive slammed into the Orthon's side, a blur of rage magic as the howl of a wolf echoed in the winds. The Orthon went flying, before the figure went after one of the two remaining Orthons, soon recognizing Lak'son, our old friend and former Bhaalspawn.
He was a barbarian like Karlach only his path was primarily the Giant path, though he channeled some Wild Heart aspects in a wolf heart, giving him speed and tenacity in battle that matched most fearsome warriors. Lae'zel gave a cry of joy in Githyanki before charging in to join Lak'son.
I quickly got up, rejoining Shadowheart as we helped from afar, until the last Orthon fell, silence falling as Lak'son stood there huffing and panting.
"It is good to see you Lak'son, though we thought you were off on a hunt?" Lae'zel panted, before Lak'son stretched, several joints popping as he smiled at his lover.
"Selûne will understand coming for a friend. Seems I showed up on time as well, to keep the wizard from becoming a kebab again. Minthara let you out of the house hmm?" Lak'son teased, making me chuckle.
"Minthara and I were never more than academic acquaintances. She's off somewhere exploring the surface world doing who knows what, but she tolerated me long enough to share some of the Drow culture and aspects with me," I remarked, before Shadowheart walked past us to the inside of the forge. I slowly made my way over as well and saw Shadowheart lending what was left of her reserves with two other clerics who had joined in.
What confused me though, was the crushed engine on one table and the intact one nearby. The three stepped back exhausted, before Karlach took a shuddery breath in.
"We'll get the last bits out, but I am very glad you two were here and that you joined Shadowheart," Erina panted, as Dammon nodded.
"Indeed, but now she can enjoy her life without an Infernal collar even if that was not the original plan," Dammon panted, before he began to clean up. Shadowheart leaned in close and kissed Karlach's lips gently, before touching her forehead to Karlach's, murmuring soft Elvish. Erina helped Dammon before we headed back to Hope's place to rest as the portal wouldn't be usable for a few days.
I headed for the bathing room, before pausing when I saw Dammon setting up there. I swallowed hard as I saw the roughness of his hands and some bruises telling me that things had gotten a bit rough for them as well.
"You know I once read a book that explained in-" I stopped as I suddenly felt warm, calloused hands grip my face before soft tender lips met mine, leaving me breathless and speechless before I ended up panting for air and looking up into the most stunning darkening pair of blue eyes.
"I haven't missed the looks Gale, the way your eyes darken when it lingers, the flush in your skin, but…I'd much rather see how flushed you get beneath me. However if I've misread your signals, I will let you leave and we will chalk this up to a miscommunication," Dammon spoke huskily, before letting go of me with a step back.
I struggled to find the words, to say yes, but instead all I ended up doing was closing the gap between us again and kissing Dammon again, feeling his arms wrap around me as he drew me closer before pulling back once more.
"I'm going to need a verbal assent Gale Dekarios," Dammon growled, making me swallow hard, not even sure I could find them.
"Please Dammon," I managed, seeing his smirk, damnable to my senses as he tilted his head.
"Thought you were meticulous in your notes Gale?" Dammon murmured,
"Oh for the love. I want you. I have since last year when I inquired about Infernal Iron, perhaps longer, I haven't exactly-" I started, before Dammon shut me up once more with a kiss. His arms tightening up around me, feeling something before realizing it was Dammon!
We parted for air as Dammon released me, his fingers beginning to work my robe ties off. I managed to sort of help, but Dammon ended up pushing my hands away as he made quicker work of them. My robe drifting to the ground followed by my tunic, then Dammon stepped back as his gaze roamed over me hungrily, the bruises, the cuts from being tossed into the Avernus landscape, the welts from the few who had been lucky to land hits on me.
Dammon smirked.
"You've come a long way since the Absolute mess," Dammon spoke huskily, before he slowly began to tug off his tunic, my mouth going entirely dry as he revealed himself to me once more, yet managing to get enough sense to strip my leggings and boots off before slipping into the hot bath he had drawn before I had arrived.
Before I could turn around though, I felt Dammon's presence behind me once more, kissing along my neck, his calloused hand soon wrapping around my cock, making me arch.
"D-D-Dammon," I stammered,
"You know you heard me wax poetic on Infernal Iron, but it is not my only poem of knowledge and thirst," Dammon growled, shifting us until I leaned against the edge of the bath, his arms caging me entirely as his lips explored my skin.
"W-W-What?" I managed,
"You Gale. I do not know when the fire blossomed for you, but for me it was that day we first met when you came with Karlach to seek an Infernal mechanic amongst the Tieflings. Seeing the small amount of shadow on your face despite a well kept appearance, the shadows under of eyes that slept with nightmare, the fiery determination to be there for Karlach even though you hardly knew anything about her or her condition. Going with to help in the Moonrise Towers and seeing the way you wielded the Weave despite whatever burden you bore with it, the way you moved like graceful swans dancing on water, moving through battle with barely a sheen of sweat on your brow, the way your eyes danced with the Weave. It was breathtaking, ethereal and fanned the inferno within my heart for you. Yet I understood your mysterious burden to be heavy, the way your shoulders slumped, the way your eyes held shadows, the draw to all things knowledge and arcane in hope that perhaps you might find a solution to a growing problem in your shadows. You were not the only one who felt afraid of reciprocation not being found. You, formerly of Mystra, formerly Chosen, formerly loved by a goddess, reborn Archmage, what hope did a lowly tinsmith turned Infernal mechanic and blacksmith ever have?" Dammon spoke huskily, making me swallow hard as his eyes danced the line between primal hunger and passion.
Yet I knew my own eyes mirrored in their own way, feeling the inferno in my belly flickering, ebbing and flowing with Dammon, whose need pressed from behind. Dammon tilted my chin up as his lips met mine once more, feeling him press more firmly until he began to enter me yet I felt oil on the head of him and wondered when he had done that.
That thought was quickly chased away when the head fully slipped into me and Dammon stilled so I could adjust, yet his hands remained busy as did his lips. Devouring the soft moan from when his head slipped in, the rest when his hand returned to palming my cock, callouses rough yet soft, though it was no surprise that Dammon cared for his hands as much as he did his craft in the forge, weaving song and art in metal and fire.
Now he was weaving song and art with my body, playing me like a lute made for him, arching into each touch, sparks dancing from wherever his touch brushed my body, an inferno blazing to life like a forge awoken in the wee shadows of the dawn.
I soon felt Dammon start to push more into me, taking me slowly yet every ridge was sin incarnate, every bump a dance of passion and furious desire, every delicious inch sinking further into my welcoming body like molten metal in a mold. I groaned deeply as Dammon's hand cupped my throat in a lovingly way, fingers tilting my head up once more to kiss me with deepening heat.
I reciprocated more this time, my own hand coming up and cupping Dammon's neck, his hair cascading over my knuckles and hand as he began to move in and out of me. I groaned gutturally, the stars exploding in a blaze of fire, molten pools of metal, and chromatic hues of the forge as Dammon shifted his hands to the edge of the tub fully, his tail taking over stroking my cock and Sairina bless me, it was doing all kinds of things to me.
A stray thought wondered what it would feel like to be fucked by the tail now snugly wrapped around my cock.
Another imaging Dammon taking me on my back bent in half.
Wondering how true the books were on Tiefling claiming marks.
How accurate the traits were for purring, growling, and other cat like traits.
I was drawn from my thoughts as Dammon nipped my shoulder, his thrusts getting rougher and faster.
"Gods your body is absolute sin Gale, forged to ruin me," Dammon growled, before his lips crashed into mine once more, his fangs nicking my lip and drawing blood yet neither of us cared as Dammon grew more aggressive, hips rocking into mine harshly as my cock throbbed, the inferno blazing higher and higher until I came undone, my lips parting from his with a cry.
Dammon snarled, his hips stuttering briefly as my body clenched tight around him in release, before he thrust more intensely until he slammed into me fully, drawing another cry from me as his teeth sunk into my neck, drawing a second orgasm out of me immediately.
I returned to my body eventually feeling Dammon slumped on top of me yet keeping us out of the water as we panted.
"You were forged to ruin me as well, but I have no qualms with this blaze wanting to consume me mind, soul, and body," I panted, before Dammon smiled and kissed me.