#tusk tour

[legendarytragedynacho]

Stevie Nicks stretches on the Tusk tour, 1980.

Photo taken by Susan Weisz.

#stevie nicks #susan weisz #fleetwood mac #tusk tour #music #musician #musica #rock #rock music #singer #rock singer #beauty #classic rock #pop rock #soft rock

[thewildbelladonna]

Tusk Tour, The Spectrum, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, November 21st, 1979.

#stevie nicks #fleetwood mac #tusk #tusk tour #the spectrum #philadelphia #pennsylvania #1979 #tusk bun #messy updo #moon necklace #pyramid necklace #jewellery #red outfit #sara shawl #chiffon #cape sleeves #red velvet #velvet top

[stevienicksrarities]

Candid of Stevie with her trusty blanket during the Tusk tour in 1979.

#stevie nicks #tusk #candid #bus #touring #1979 #blanket #sunglasses #crescent moon necklace #fleetwood mac

[taisantanna]

#a24 #spring breakers #the bling ring #enemy #under the skin #locke #obvious child #the rover #the captive #tusk #laggies #cut bank #ex machina #slow west #the end of the tour #the witch #green room #the adderall diaries #the lobster #morris from america #american honey #moonlight #free fire #it comes at night #a ghost story #menashe #good time #hereditary #eighth grade #mid90s

[wannabe-davis]

tag checking

#local cloud very silly :^) #•you’re wearing a costume ballgown to lead your ghost tour and they think it’s silly but also pretty #and you may find yourself….. looking at some silly bats #and a silly little tusk for munching

[lokis-army-77]

The Princess and her Bodyguard

Orc!Eddie Munson x Princess!female reader

Word Count: 2318

When the princess (reader) can't sleep, she calls on her orc bodyguard for some help.

Warning: 18+ unprotected sex, fingering, teasing, p in v, breeding kink, multiple orgasms,

Masterlist

The castle air was stuffy as I lay in the strange bed. Although it was a nice room it smelt of dust and general disuse. The bed was also not as luxurious as the one in my own palace, the lumps were starting to annoy me to no end. You would think that if you knew the royal princess was coming for a visit, you would air out her rooms and find a suitable, non-lumpy, mattress for her to sleep on, but alas, not even the highest of the nobles had the best of the best. 

Sighing in annoyance, I threw the blankets from my form and padded my way to the two double doors which marked the entrance to the rooms. Slowly I opened the creaky door and poked my head out. A small smile adorned my lips when I saw my guard standing next to the door. 

“Eddie,” I whispered, catching his attention more than I already had with he opening of the door. 

His tall form loomed over me as he craned his head down to look at me. The light of the torches turned his normally dull green skin into a more yellow hue. Most people would be scared of him, a tall broad orc, charged with guarding the princess, but not I. I had never thought of him as anything but attractive, much to the befuddlement and disgust of my closest friends and two younger sisters too whom I had told of my attraction. 

I looked around the door quickly before grasping his larger hand in mine and pulling him into my room. He came with no protest other than a short grunt in what I could tell was amusement even if his face stayed as stoic as ever. 

“Princess, you should be sleeping. It’s nearly the witching hour.” He spoke out as I continued to pull him towards my bed. 

“But I can’t sleep, I may need tiring out,” I smirked. 

“Ah, but don’t you recall us saying we were going to stop that? You are to be married to one of these noblemen or their sons by the end of this tour.” He spoke, ever the voice of reason. 

“Oh screw letting me choose who I am forced to marry, I’d rather be with you.” I trailed my fingers lightly over the leather brace tied around his forearm. I pulled on the ties and tossed the brace to the floor. “Come on, just one more time,” I pleased, knowing full well that would not be the last time I asked.

He groaned as he continued to follow me, his large hands holding onto my hips as he eventually tossed me onto the bed gently. “You are my weakness, you know that?” He mused while he began to untie the many leather articles of protection. 

I just laid back in my silk nightgown waiting for him to pounce and ravage me as he had so many times before. His tongue darted out over his lips and the two long tusks protruding from his bottom jaw, the left one adorned with a metal ring around the circumference. 

I couldn’t help the giggle which left me when his large hands smoothed over my legs, pushing up the light cloth of my gown to my hips, tickling my skin. He then grasped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed, my legs dangled there before he knelt down and placed them over his shoulders. 

“And I thought I was the eager one.” I chuckled, only for my words to catch in my throat when he leaned his face between my legs. A long sigh passed my lips as I felt him kiss the soft flesh of my inner thigh. My hands quickly knot themselves in his long hair which had been braided back away from his face. “Please,” I whimpered. 

“Please what?” He asked. My body shivered at the feeling of his tusks rooting at my leg, drawing him ever nearer to where I wanted him. 

“Please touch me, wanna feel your mouth on my cunt.” I bucked my hips up without thought. 

He grinned and placed a hand over my abdomen, holding me still. “You still need to learn patience, Princess.”

“You have tried before, I will never learn,” I smirked, fingers pulling on his hair just slightly, eliciting a low groan. 

“We shall see.” He pulled his head away and my fingers slipped from his hair, coming to rest on the hand he had set across me. With his other, he began to massage the delicate skin of my thighs, and there they met at the apex between them but never once did his fingers slip past the slit of my cunt and into the wetness. 

My head flings back as I whimper. He felt so good but not as good as it would feel if he were touching me where I wanted. My body was vibrating as need and want grew with each simple push of his fingers. 

Minutes felt like hours as his fingers continued to tease me. I could feel the wetness growing and I was sure that soon it would be seeping down my ass and onto the bed. I was a mess of whimpers and short pleas of need, Eddie simply ignored them all in favor of placing his whole hand over my pussy mound and rubbing circles. I could feel the faintest pressure on my clit and tears of frustration began to well up in my eyes. 

“Please, please, touch me. I need you to touch me.” I begin to beg, not being able to take any more teasing.

“I am touching you.” He states, voice mocking. 

“Need more. Please, Eddie.” I try and buck my hips only to be pushed back down.

“I don’t know if such an impatient princess needs more. I don’t think you deserve it.” His fingers leave my body and he's now looking up at me, grinning. 

“I do deserve it, please. I’ll be good, I’ll be patient.” 

“Are you sure?” 

I nod desperately and breathe a sigh when his large middle finger slips over my slit and then pushes past, collecting wetness and pushing it to my slit. A moan leaves me as well, my body elated to be touched. 

His finger rubs into the swollen nub, back and forth, back and forth. He started slowly at first then the movement became faster and faster. I couldn’t help but clench around nothing as he toyed with me. 

“More.” I pleaded with him, trying hard not to let my hips move. 

“Oh, you want more? Are you not content with what I’m giving you?” He hums. “Sounds to me like you need to be taught a lesson on being greedy.” 

I cried out to him, back arching off the bed, “No please, I’m not trying to be greedy.” 

“You aren’t? It sounds like you are.” His finger keeps flicking past my clit. 

“Please, I’m begging you, just  a little bit more, that’s all I need.” My own fingers gripped his arm tightly as I shook in his hold, so close to coming but not quite there.” 

He shook his head as he sighed, relenting to my pleas. Moving his finger from my clit, he began to circle my entrance. My breathing stuck in my chest when I felt the digit push inside. It was long and thick around, stretching my walls out. I cried into the humid air of the room. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” My cunt squeezed him tightly as I whimpered. 

The sounds of him thrusting into my wet pussy were loud. It sounded as though there was someone sloshing around a bucket of water. Eddie’s other hand moved from pinning my hips down to having his thumb circling my clit. 

A long deep mewl flew from my lips at the stimulation. I was coming to the edge and he knew it if his unrelenting movements were something to go by. 

“Don’t- Ah! Don’t stop. Gonna cum!” I cried, tears running down my face no longer from frustration but pleasure. 

He began to move his finger and thumb at an almost unrelenting pace. I could barely make out the praises he spoke over the sounds of my own moaning. 

“That’s it, Princess. Let it all go.” He coaxed. 

It took only a few more thrusts into me and I was coming. A rapture of intense feelings came over me as I writhed, back arching even more, hip bucking wildly.

“You always look so pretty when you cum.” He coos up to me as he takes his fingers away, pushing them into his mouth to taste them. “Taste good too.”

I have no time to catch my breath before he is atop me, large green hands pushing my thighs together and back so the tops of them touch my stomach. His own thighs press snugly to my ass. I moaned at the feeling of his long hard cock resting against my cunt. 

“Gonna give you what you really wanted now.” He grins, taking one of his hands and giving his cock a few rough tugs. 

He gives no warning when he pushes my thighs back more, causing my lower back to lift off the bed, and placing his cock at the entrance to my wanting cunt. The head pushes in, taking my breath away at how big it is, and stretches me out even more than his finger had. My hand flies to my mouth to keep my loud sobs from being heard outside of my room. 

Eddie pushes in slowly only to pull back and then push in again. He begins to fuck only his thick head into my cunt. The position he has me in gives me no leeway to movies I am stuck lamenting over how I can feel every excruciating bump and ridge of the first inch of his cock being constantly thrust into the tight rim of my cunt. 

With each advance of his cock, wet arousal seeped from our junction. I could feel it as it slowly flowed down my round ass, to my back, then finally onto the sheets below soaking them. I was at a loss for words as he fucked me, his cock, like always, had reduced me to a needy, horny mess. 

Moments later he stopped only fucking the head inside and began to plunge into me all the way. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out into the open air. I could practically feel him hitting my cervix, bruising my insides as he moved like a beast built for battle. 

I loved every painfully pleasurable minute of it. My body eventually went ridged beneath him, and my skin became clammy as a sweat broke out all over. I was on the verge of another orgasm. 

“God, I’m gonna fill you so full of my cum, have you nice and bred.” He begins to grunt. 

I nod my head frantically. “ Yes, yes, please. Want it so- ah- bad!” His words made a flash of heat erupt through my body. Never had he mentioned breading before but now that he had said it, it was all I could think about and it was bringing me so so close to the precipice.

“How would you explain that to your father, the King? Hum? How will you explain all the little half-orcs running around when you’re supposed to be marrying one of these Noble lords?” His thrusts become wild and without rhythm. “Such a fucking whore aren’t you?  Letting an orc fuck you over and over.” 

I grunt and groan at his words, nodding my head along with him. “Don’t want them,” I speak breathlessly. “Only want you.” 

Then, like the snapping of a rope, I am cumming again. My muscles seize up, and My cunt contracts and spasms around Eddie’s cock as he also cums. Greedily I take everything he gives me. 

We both ride out our respective highs together before he leaves me, hands uncurling my aching body, massaging my skin where the joints ache. 

My eyes are half closed, overcome with exhaustion, and now ready to sleep. I can feel Eddie climbing up my body, placing soft kisses along my naked frame before he nestles me into his chest. 

“I’m sorry. I should not have let myself release inside of you.” He mummers into my now frizzy hair. 

I shake my head. “Don’t worry about it.” 

He moves some of my hair from my face and leans down for a short kiss. “I do have to worry about it. I am supposed to protect you, nothing good will come of you being with child, especially from me.” 

“Then maybe we can run away together. I never wanted to rule in my father's place anyway. I’m more of an adventurer at heart.” I joked, eyes now fully closed, head resting on his chest. 

He shakes his head and lowers it to the bed, resting. 

“If I am pregnant, we can work that out when it comes to it. We don’t know for certain, and even if I am, there will be a few months before anything will show.” 

It’s quiet for a long time, I assume he has just fallen asleep like I am about to but then his voice rings out next to me. 

“Would you really run away from all of this? A life of luxury and safety for one of near poverty where we would be looked down upon? No one likes the thought of an orc and human together.” 

“Yes,” I confess. “But only if it were with you.” 

“Then it is decided. If you being to show, we will leave and never return.” 

I hum in response.

"It seems you are now tired out." Eddie laughed and it is the last thing I hear before I am finally falling asleep.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #female reader #orc!eddie #orc eddie munson

[goldduststevie]

Stevie's "Easter egg" dresses from the Tusk tour.

#Stevie Nicks #Fleetwood Mac #Tusk #live #1979 #1980

[tundrafloe]

In an 2014 interview with NME, Noel talked about the song that reminded him of touring with the Boosh.

Noel: “We played “Tusk” just before the show started, and we knew that we had to get ready and get into position – I used to have to get into my big boat. I’m not so sure that I even associate that song with Fleetwood Mac any more. I just associate it with the Boosh tour. I’m like a pirate – I stole it.”

#noel fielding #julian barratt #mighty boosh #the mighty boosh #vince noir #howince #howard moon #noelian #booshlr #dave brown #mike fielding #rich fulcher #future sailors

[popculturebaby]

Stevie Nicks backstage in London during the Tusk tour, 1980 ✨

#stevie nicks #fleetwood mac #1980 #celebrities #iconic #pop culture #hollywood #fashion #80s bands #80s aesthetic #80s nostalgia #80s music #80s #80s singer #1980s aesthetic #1980s nostalgia #1980s music #1980s #1980s fashion

[precious-little-scoundrel]

dunno how busy you are with writing atm, but i'd love more sub elvis-- any flavor. maybe big daddy, because sub bog daddy e is soooo rare and i feel like you would do it so well 🩵

maybe Sub Big Daddy they say oh so casually, not knowing I have something already begun in drafts and my mind lives there! Oh I can cook this up for you, 100% yes. It’s happening.

I’m going to make it a reader insert but I think I’ll piggy back off a “old flame” sorta story so he’s truly comfortable and who better than the gal from Sweet like Cinnamon? Except it’ll be reader but…reader will be Susie, if that makes sense. No need to read that if you haven’t before but it’s the most subby thing I’ve got so far and it’s, well, quite subby.

Would you like a sneak peek at the draft?

:

“Come on down to Las Vegas, baby, come sort me out.” he had begged and now you were strutting through the back halls of the international, your bag politely carried by Sonny and your tremendously large purse clutched in your hand, and in it the most scandalous of gifts. Or toys. Or a gesture of your esteem and belief in his willpower.

It was hard to think of gifts that a man who has everything would find worthwhile or satisfying. You flattered yourself with thoughts of your successes over the years, the elephant tusk handled pistol and the illuminated Bible that was one of a kind from your trip to Armenia. He’d lit up like a kid at each of these and poured over them for hours.

They were, after all, original thoughts, first and foremost, and secondly, gifts not paid by his own credit card.

Just like this one.

High off catching the last hour of his first show of the night, you clip clopped over tile and chatted with Sonny about life since the Hollywood days, touring Vietnam to cheer the troops and life as a thirty year old female with no kids to show for it. Altogether you were decidedly happy, and being married was part of that and no amount of small talk was going to get Sonny any closer to this intricacies of a liberal marriage that allowed you to show up when Elvis Presley occasionally deigned to beg for you to sort him.

———————————————

“Your boys tell me you’re in a slump? judging by that performance out there I’d say they’re blind as bats. Or maybe…there’s a different sorta performance suffering, hmm?”

#Elvis prompts #prompts accepted #elvis fanfiction #elvis presley #elvis fanfic #elvis imagine #elvis #fic #big daddy prompts #big daddy elvis fic

[captain-athos]

sorry people are talking about fleetwood mac drama again and I can feel the infodump energy so here are some great bits of information esp. w regards to Rumours (1977)

- The album isn’t as pessimistic as everyone says it is!! Dreams and Don’t Stop are pretty positive! Songbird isn’t melancholy so much as it is just kind of introspective! Gold Dust Woman has a determination to it that lifts it out of being just morose!

- Having said that though, You Make Lovin’ Fun is about Christine’s new boyfriend after she dumped John and he was the FLEETWOOD MAC LIGHTING GUY imagine having to play bass on a song about how cool your ex’s new dude is lmfao

- Are they gonna YES I’M GONNA MAKE THIS ABOUT THE EAGLES bc around this time was when Stevie Nicks started hanging out with Don Henley and his first year lit major ass was like “you shouldn’t put the emphasis on the second syllable of “washes” in the line “when the rain washes you clean you’ll know” and Stevie told him to fuck off and anyway Rumours won Album of the Year in 1977 so Hotel California whomst?

- The other hysterical thing is the fact that not long after Rumours Stevie and Don Henley dated and like... 70s Don Henley looked almost EXACTLY like Lindsay so like... imagine breaking up w ur gf and she starts dating ur doppelganger 

- The song Oh Daddy isn’t about Christine’s dad or partner or like anyone related to her in that way it’s about Mick Fleetwood bc the band calls him Big Daddy it’s like POV ur Mick Fleetwood’s wife

- Also like after this album but BEFORE the Don Henley era Stevie and MICK had an affair??? Like during the album tour??? and then Stevie was like oh  Mick omg ur married and Mick was like so true bestie and then left his wife and married Stevie’s best friend Sara like the messy bitch energy in this band is just neverending

- This isn’t relevant to rumours but their next album (Tusk) involved Lindsay doing all this weird experimental shit in the studio while everyone was just balls deep in drugs and like can you imagine being Dennis Wilson (whom Christine was dating at the time) showing up to see all that and just being like not this fucking shit again after the Smiley Smile fiasco w his brother Brian like god what a mess

#hotel california did win record of the year but also like shut the fuck up who cares #don henley suck on one of deez nuts

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

what happens to confiscated animal parts?

There’s a warehouse that the US Fish and Wildlife runs in Colorado to hold illegally trafficked wildlife parts. Some of it ends up there, as teaching tool and as storage. The link to a story about it is here, but I’m not going to embed the photos because it’s a ton of taxidermy and dead animals I think folk might find distressing. I’ve been there on a tour and it’s... a lot. Even as someone who generally doesn’t find taxidermy upsetting, the sheer number of dead exotic animals and their parts is overwhelming. Rows and rows of taxidermied big cats; whole shelving units crammed full of elephant tusks.  

Some confiscated items get lent out to educational facilities like zoos and museums that deal with species conservation or wildlife laws, I think others, like ivory, are often destroyed. As the article I linked notes, there’s certainly not enough space in that one Colorado warehouse for all of the confiscated wildlife items. 

#cw animal death #cw dead animals #illegal wildlife trade #wildlife trafficking

[thewildbelladonna]

“I always wanted to be a witch because I thought that being a witch was the absolute most fun thing you could be on Halloween, and I didn’t want to go as a hot dog or a box of Kleenex, you know, I wanted to be a witch.” —Stevie Nicks 🌙

#stevie nicks #fleetwood mac #tusk #tusk tour #1979 #1980 #mirage #mirage tour #1982 #witches hat #tambourine #black and white #witchy #halloween #quotes

[stevienicksrarities]

Tusk tour 1979

#stevie nicks #fleetwood mac #tusk #1979 #live #beret #70's

[bunnidarling]

Peridots and Rubies

This is a longfic retelling of my BG3 playthrough with my half-elf bard, Averyll Springheart with a heavy focus on his romance with Astarion (and a bit later including Halsin). The main plot drives my story forward, but those big events are glossed over through journal entries as I turn my focus to the characters and their relationships.

The Erotic Education of Averyll Springheart

This story explores the origins of Averyll's particular preferences and kinks, during his early twenties when he spent some time with a tiefling paladin of Tyr named Claude and his half-orc blacksmith husband, Grimm. Written with @capraqueen featuring her OC: Claude

The Corsair and The Sea Nymph

Five years before being abducted onto a mindflayer's nautiloid, Averyll indulged in some leisure time in Lathtarl's Lantern as he toured the Sword Coast. While relaxing on the beach, he had a rather unconventional meeting with a traveling rogue. Written with @thatcerealkiller featuring her OC: Angelus

Tusk and Horn: Origin

Grimm, a half-orc soldier is ambushed by a group of Asmodeus cultists and narrowly escapes death’s grasp with the help of an unknown savior: a tiefling paladin of Tyr named Claude. Deciding to partner up, the two young men can’t deny the raw attraction rapidly forming between them, even though one desperately tries.

Written with @capraqueen featuring her OC: Claude

#baldur's gate 3 #tavstarion #astarion x tav #tav x astarion #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fanfic #dnd fanfiction #dnd fanart #other people's OCs #OC: Angelus #OC: Claudius Casthor #Grimmonth #Averyll Springheart #OC: Averyll Springheart #My OCs #my writing #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author #ao3 writer #masterlist #smut #Peridots and Rubies #Tusk and Horn

[rinwellisathing]

You're Awful, I Love You: Part 13

Enver Gortash/ Trans male Tiefling Durge

Content warning for misgendering and trauma, the usual Durge specific violence and gore, and the intro to what might be a sex scene if I feel confident enough to write it.

After dinner, it was Sentry's turn to take the lead, to bring his companion to a place he knew well and only his presence offered safe passage. He gripped Enver's hand as he led him eagerly down into the sewers and through the twists and turns that led to the ruins. Manic glee crossed the tiefling's face as he thought of showing his muse what he had been working on since their last encounter.

“So, there IS a 'secret murder cult' in the sewers. Of course I knew about you and your family, but I thought the location was pure fiction to sell copies of The Baldur's Mouth.” Enver chuckled, gazing around as his Dread Executioner led him across the threshold to what seemed to have once been a series of small dwellings. The amusement turned to awe, however, as the two entered an otherwise unassuming hovel near the entrance to the ruins. Gortash could see the tell tale signs of arson. Ashes were all that remained of any furniture or signs of life that had once made this perhaps a home. Old blood stains coated the walls and floors and apart from the main large room, which once might have held a small kitchen and sitting area, he noticed all the doors seemed to have been smashed and sundered before the place was set ablaze.

“Oh, you'll need to look up to appreciate the first exhibits in my sculpture garden, my muse.” Sentry grinned, eyes bright and eager as he pointed to the ceiling.

Those deep, dark emerald eyes flicked upward and Enver found himself smiling appreciatively at the sight above him. There was an artistry to the slaughter, a beauty to it. Two tieflings, similar in coloration to Sentry, hung from the ceiling, mouths slack and wide. Their tongues had been removed leaving a dried and lovingly preserved issue of blood covering their lips, chins, and necks. The woman had her stomach eviscerated and her insides hung like the chains of a fine chandelier. The man had been castrated and his hands removed as well. Both were missing their eyes. The preservation was immaculate and though Enver could tell from the state of the dried blood that these were old corpses, they looked otherwise freshly killed. There was beauty in the loving detail.

“My first kill, my parents. They misunderstood my true father's vision for me so I made them understand MY vision for them.” Sentry's expression was giddy and beaming with pride. “Just the first exhibit in my sculpture garden. But not what I wanted to show you specifically. Still, please, enjoy the tour, yeah?” He was practically dancing with excitement.

“I see, you're a natural, my dear Sentry. A prodigy, I dare say.” Enver's lips curled upward as he admired his companion's work. His parents. It may not have been what Sentry had planned to show him, but it resonated. It was a piece he certainly understood. He must have been lost in thought because he found himself coming back to the present as Sentry eagerly tugged his hand and led him to the next room.

This room had been completely destroyed, walls knocked down with immense force to make space, but it had been worth it. The place was filled with all manner of nightmares. Body parts preserved and sewn together from hundreds of different people, bones wired and fused to create creatures most of the city couldn't fathom in their darkest dreams. A massive skeletal structure of a four armed horned and tusked monstrosity wove its way across a vast space of floor, twisted and wicked looking, seeming to stalk the rest of the figures. It was crafted so delicately with a reverence beyond even the rest. But Sentry was quick to pull Enver past the creature and draw his attention to the most lovingly detailed creation in the room.

A throne of severed and preserved hands rose up just behind the monstrosity and mounted atop it was a sculpture of bones clad in a black horned half-mask, long black and gold robes, and decked out in jewels and gold. The hands were painted black and atop its head was a crown of carved and gilded ribs set with glimmering purple gems.

“A crown for my muse. A throne for The Tyrant.” Sentry's gaze was wild and eager. Lust and violence dancing behind those bright mismatched eyes.

Enver gazed quietly at it for a moment. Frozen, his body and mind blank and unsure how to react, torn between a thousand emotions before finally, he grabbed Sentry by the arm and pulled him close. The Executioner's reaction was swift, free hand flying to Enver's throat and tightening around it. The two grappled roughly before their lips met, nipping and biting between deep kisses. The copper tang of blood on their tongues.

Clawed, calloused fingers began to undo the laces of Enver's shirt. “Fuck, these are laced so, so poorly.” Sentry remarked between breathless panting.

“Meanwhile, who dressed you? The shirt is something from a bad romance novel.” Enver replied, nipping at Sentry's neck as he opened the black velvet vest and began to unlace the white undershirt.

Sentry froze a moment as the shirts were pulled away, tense and feeling blood pulsing in his head. Jackal's taunt filled his mind. 'Be sure to kill him before you get to the bedroom, he may not like what he finds'. Orin's constant reminders 'Vereena the breed-spawn.' Bile rose in his throat but he forced it down. If he doesn't like what he finds, imagine what he'll think of what I'll do to him. The sculpture garden could always use another piece, I could improve my Tyrant. He waited, breath caught in his throat. Enver's hands traced his scarred chest, lingering a moment on the precise surgical scars, but he made no mention of them and Sentry's eyes widened when he realized no look of shock or disgust crossed his muse's face.

He pounced, shoving his partner to the ground and straddling him, pinning Gortash's arms and kissing him deeply before trailing affectionate nips and love bites down his neck and chest. The thick hair that coated his muse's body was soft and the tiefling nuzzled like a contented pet against it. He admired the softness of the Tyrant's body. No chiseled muscle for his blades to contend with one perfect night he could imagine years from now. His tongue ran down over the soft flesh, tasting eagerly and burying his nose in that dark hair, inhaling the scent as he moved lower, achingly slowly. He felt fingers tangling in his silver hair and then, one hand gripping one of his horns. Heat rushed to his face and his vision blurred just a bit. A sound halfway between a moan and a purr escaped Sentry's lips, muffled by his muse's supple flesh.

#baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #tiefling #oc #durge #dark urge #lord enver gortash #enver gortash #gortash x durge #durgetash #fanfic #writing