Halsin + Shadowheart [NSFW]

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There was a bear sleeping in her bed. 

She listened to his soft, steady breathing as the early rays of sunlight pooled in through the window, bathing the room in a warm, golden glow. A breeze rustled through the half open curtains, but the cleric didn't mind. The bear of an elf that had his muscular arms wrapped around her provided more than enough warmth. So much so that they had discarded the blanket the innkeeper had provided for them last night; “Wouldn't want the saviours of Baldur's Gate to lack any comfort!” he'd said, and handed out the blankets to the group of weirdos as they stumbled up to their rooms.

In these hazy morning hours, in this bed, the world seemed so far away. And she needed it to stay that way for a few more moments. She wrapped her arm around the big elf, lazily caressing, committing every muscle of his considerably broad back to memory. She nuzzled her face into his shoulder whilst feeling the rise and fall of his chest against her own, a soothing rhythm.

Halsin pulled her tighter into his embrace. With his eyes still closed, he muttered sleepily,

“Good morning, my heart.”

Shadowheart would never tire of that voice. Especially when laced with a drowsiness that made it drop two octaves, so deep it seemed to rumble the walls. The goosebumps that now bloomed on her skin had nothing to do with the breeze.

“Good morning my love. Sleep well?”

“When I'm with you? Always.”

She smiled. The feeling was mutual. There was an aura of comfort and safety around Halsin that she'd never experienced before. She hadn't slept this well in, well, ever.

He opened his eyes and glanced down at her as he murmured, “but you know I don't actually sleep. We elves tend to meditate.”

“I'm aware,” she replied as she looked up at him, his face only a breath away. She couldn't help but give him a half-exasperated smile, “It's just an expression.”

He bridged the gap between their mouths in a gentle kiss, his soft lips meeting hers, the wetness of his tongue playing at the seam of her lips. A heat spread throughout her body, lingering even as the kiss stopped. She was suddenly very aware they were both naked.

“Hmm,” his chest rumbled against her, “Perhaps you can teach me some other expressions. The grove was rather sheltered against outside influence.” 

Though the look on his face told her he knew plenty of expressions already. The hand that caressed his back moved slowly down to his front. She was unsurprised to find him already hard, and the discovery filled her with a charged electricity. His entire body tensed under her light touch, her fingers playing along his length.

“How about... morning wood?” She asked coyly. She gripped him tight and gave him a gentle squeeze, teasing.

Cohesive words seemed to escape him. Shadowheart drank in the hunger in his eyes, as he attempted a steadying breath.

“I... uh,” he groaned. She pumped him once, slowly.

“I am familiar with this particular one,” he said, his breathing heavy. She kept her eyes locked on his as she pumped him again, a fleeting shimmer of gold glazing his usually hazel eyes.

“Ah, I see. What other expressions do you know, then?”

Halsin leaned down and kissed her neck, her collabone, the naked skin between her breasts.

“Have you heard," his voice grumbled along her skin, sending skitters down her spine, "‘delicious like honey’?”

Without waiting for her answer, he slid off the bed, his hands sliding along the slope of her waist, the gentle curve of her lean thigh. He drank her in with his eyes and hands, and thought her as beautiful in the golden hues of morning sunlight as in the light of her new goddess, Selune. Though he followed the Oak Father, he'd always had a soft spot for the moon.

Kneeling by the side of the bed, Halsin wrapped his muscular arms under her thighs and pulled her towards him, like his own personal feast. The motion earned him a small yelp, and he couldn't help the satisfied smirk on his face. He bent down over her and placed a kiss on her navel, then another one further down, and another one, and another... Her body tensed under him in anticipation as he reached his destination. But instead of a kiss, he hovered over her, looking up at her. His hot breath tickled her glistening clit, her aroused sex.

His brown hair, though usually tied up, hung loose over his shoulders and cascaded onto her stomach. She lifted her hand and slid her fingers through his soft locks.

“I don't think that's an expression. But keep going anyway.”

And so Halsin did.

As an extra treat, I've written a spicy companion piece to go with the painting. A lot of you enjoyed it last time! And it's not something I need my dominant hand for, which is a huge bonus at the moment. Thank you for being so patient while my wrist is recovering.

Now keep in mind, I'm first and foremost a painter, not a writer. So go easy on me, yea? 🙏❤️