He glided around her and took hold of the cords at the back of her breast wrap. Balduran focused on her mind as he tugged at the cords and slid the leather away from her chest. She inhaled sharply with surprise, but curiosity brimmed within her. Where was this going? Tav had certainly noticed an increase in his touching her as of late. Hands on her arms and face. Playing with her long braid. Even touching her horns. Yesterday, he even wrapped a tentacle around her tail loosely and commented that he’d seen Tieflings wrap their tails together like this as a form of affection. Now he was undressing her? Just to help me get clean and in bed. That’s all. Balduran heard her thoughts, of course, but didn’t comment on them. Instead, he reached around her waist from behind, and took hold of her fly. He worked the buttons open and relished pushing them down her hips. Ilithid didn’t reproduce sexually, so there was no evolutionary drive to fuck like most humanoids. Pleasure, however, transcended all barriers. Balduran’s memories of sex before ceremorphosis were numerous and, well, pleasant. What he knew he was capable of now would overshadow the limits of imagination. He’d already had a taste of the potential bliss looming in his future with Tav. He shared in more than her memories. Her emotions were delicious. When he fought beside her against the Absolute, her blood lust roared through him. When she laughed, his heart swelled with it. When she felt arousal, it caressed his superior mind and whipped him into a frenzy. 

Balduran would stimulate her body and bask in the ecstasy he milked from her. That would be how the Mindflayer would have sex with her. Even now, as he knelt behind her and carefully helped her step out of her underwear, her anticipation was palpable. As was the unfurling arousal within her. Hesitant, like she didn’t trust her own body, Tav tried to ignore the way his hands felt as he cupped water on her shins.

“Erm.” Her voice hitched, and she cleared her throat to regain a sense of composure. Get a fucking grip. He’s doing a nice thing. Don’t be a pervert. “So tomorrow’s meeting. With the Merchant Guild?”

Yes? He turned his head and summoned a wooden bowl from across the room. It shimmered with purple magic and flew over to his waiting hand. Do you have a question about the meeting? Balduran stood behind her and poured a bowl of water over her right shoulder. The water gushed down over her chest, and Tav chewed her lips with embarrassment. Her nipples were hard, but she hoped her friend would think it was because of the water cooling on her chest.

“A few, actually. The merchant guild leaders I’m meeting. They have an axe to grind about the security patrols and smugglers in the area.” She cleared her throat and felt she was succeeding in calming down. “I know we’re taking a hard stance on the smugglers, but the lack of city guards is a problem at the moment. So many died during the absolute incursion that their ranks are too low to cover as much of the city as we’d like.”

That is correct. Bladuran poured water over her left shoulder and down her chest. She didn’t react as sensitively as they would have liked, so they discarded the bowl and picked up the bar of soap. You can placate their tantrum over the lack of patrols by assuring them that funding has been secured to begin a recruiting and retention incentive programme. It was effortless to carry out many tasks at once without losing focus. The Emperor was therefore perfectly capable of talking about their work as well as assaulting Tav’s restraint. He brought his arms around her waist and lathered up the bar of soap where she could see his intentions. If they persist in saying that things are happening to slowly, counter by saying that increased recruitment will be expedited with more funding.

“And put their own hands in their pockets? Yeah, I don’t think so. Stingy bastards.” Tav snorted, trying so hard to act aloof, as sudsy hands dropped the soap bar into the bucket and came for her breasts. Holy shit! Is he about to-mother fucker? Balduran’s hands lowered just before he could cup her breasts and instead rubbed soothing circles into her abdomen. What worried Tav more than anything was the throb of disappointment at his apparent change of destination. Shit. I’m so pent-up lately. Sex used to help me curb my dark urge, and I’m not killing anywhere near as much as I used to. I scorched plenty of smugglers today. I shouldn’t be so tightly sprung. The blue Tiefling was wrestling daily with the carnal urges within her. Normally, she would resist the urge to reach out and push her fingers into the eye sockets of whatever Lordling was pissing off at that moment. Or to bite off their ears. Or slice someone from ass to mouth.

Right now, however, her urges are far more salacious. She imagined bending over and holding onto the edge of the large bucket, spreading her feet, and lifting her tail to expose herself to him. Or turning around and pouncing on him and finding out if sucking on one of his tentacles would be like sucking a dick. Balduran’s hands paused under the swell of her breasts and bit her bottom lip so hard that she nearly drew blood. Get a fucking grip. She chided herself. Balduran saw the thoughts fleeting across her mind and almost trilled with delight. “Actually, I’m going to get dry and go for a walk.” She stepped out of the bucket and marched away from Balduran to grab a towel from a side rail. She ragged herself quickly with it and was so embarrassed about how her body growled in need.

All of a sudden? Tav turned around with the towel wrapped around her and gasped with surprise. Balduran had silently floated over and was right in front of her. Is everything alright?

“Yeah. Fine. Just a bit...restless.” She shrugged and tried to walk around him, but the Ilithid swayed and lowered to his feet to block her escape.

Yes, I know. His pink eyes seemed to shimmer with magic, and his voice chuckled in her mind. I have felt your ‘restlessness’ for quite some time.

“Oh.” She gulped thickly and averted her eyes bashfully as she tried to think up a quick response to escape this mortifying moment. Her best friend and work partner, not to mention her roommate, knew she was horny enough to climb the walls. “Sorry. You probably shouldn’t be in my headspace right now, Bal.” She awkwardly laughed, shuffled around Balduran, and began her escape. She headed for the stairs leading up to their shared living area. I’ll grab some dry clothes and find a dark hole to fall into. Fuck. “It’s a mess in there at the moment.” He allowed her to walk up the stairs and flew silently after her. “I’ll just go and walk it off. Or go get a drink upstairs. Or-”