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JAHEIRA SMUT
•explicit content/nsfw/18+
•Jaheira x Female reader
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Between Shadows And Sheets
The night air is cold when you're standing on the large balcony of the Last Light Inn's main building. You can't sleep. How could you? All you can think about is all the battles awaiting you. Will you win them? Will you lose people you care about?
Of course you will. Maybe even more than you can imagine. What does your future look like?
All these thoughts are coursing through your head.
You need a distraction, otherwise, the next headache's gonna kill you.
Your hands grip the railing as you take a deep breath. With your eyes closed, you try to pull your shit together.
As you open them again, you can feel a soft presence behind you.
"Can't sleep either?" Jaheira asks, standing there in a pale green silk robe, her arms crossed. She's clearly freezing.
"Not really. Aren't you freezing?" you ask.
Jaheira giggles. "Of course I am, it's cold. But the coldness doesn't kill me. What do you think about?" she asks as she takes a step closer, her voice at ease and soft. Her hands rest on the wooden railing just next to yours.
"I just tried to not think about what I just thought about moments ago. The upcoming battles... the ones we may lose," you say, but in a playful tone.
Jaheira's hazel eyes meet yours when she gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.
"We won't fail. But let's not talk about that just for now. Tell me about yourself," Jaheira says softly.
"What to say? There's not much to share. At least, nothing interesting. I was born and raised in Baldur's Gate..." (you tell her a bit about your life in Baldur's Gate, your interests, etc.) "Enough about me. I suppose your former life is far more interesting than mine."
"If you have questions, ask. Just don't expect my answers to rhyme." she says jokingly.
"Anything?" you ask, a playful smirk playing on your lips.
"Anything," Jaheira retorts.
"Hm... when was the last time you got laid?" you ask bluntly, your voice dripping with humor.
"Well, I buried my husband a long time ago... but the wound still bleeds from time to time. I didn't think about sex or even kissing since then. Why do you ask something so explicit?"
Jaheira's eyes fill with curiosity, and a faint smile tugs at the corners of her lips. She turns ever so slightly toward you, her elbow resting on the railing.
"Why not? I mean, I was just curious. You're hot, can't deny that. I'm sure many men and women would love to get intimate with you." You sigh, scratching your neck in nervousness. "Actually, I just wanted to know if you have someone right now so I could be sure it wouldn't be wrong flirting with you."
Jaheira laughs, shaking her head. "Well then, just ask it straightforward! Now that you have my answer, what will you do with it?"
"Keep flirting. Except you're not comfortable with that...?" You're trying to compress your rising desire.
"Wait a second. You're not exactly asking me for sex, are you?" Jaheira laughs softly, raising an eyebrow while awaiting your answer.
"What if I did? Would you mind?"
"No..." Jaheira says lowly, her voice quiet. Her eyes glint with anticipation, her skin reacts to the cold with goose pimples, but she seems to ignore it. Her attention is completely on you.
There's a moment of silence, almost as if both of you reconsider the situation and your coming actions... and reactions.
"I don't think that's a good idea, though..." you whisper breathlessly.
"Who cares? You see anyone to judge us?" she whispers back.
Your desire and lust are undeniable now, both of your chests rising, your breathing growing more ragged with every glance.
Jaheira comes closer, her cold hands grasp your waist underneath your shirt, her touch sending a shiver down your spine. You lock eyes, your lips only inches away from each other's.
You close the gap. The kiss is tender and cautious at first, but you don't waste time letting it get more heated and hungrier within only a few seconds.
"Come..." Jaheira leads you toward her room. As soon as you step inside, she closes the door behind you, locking it.
She lets her robe fall to the wooden floor, leaving herself in just a laced slip.
You take a moment to steady yourself. You knew Jaheira looked good. But how can such an old woman look that good?
Jaheira takes a step closer, unbuttoning your shirt, slowly. While her hands get you naked, your lips find their way to her neck, your kisses soft yet possessive.
The shirt once on your body is now long forgotten on the floor. You get out of your pants, Jaheira's lips never leaving your body.
You guide her toward the bed, letting her fall onto the soft mattress. The heat pooling between your legs grows unbearable.
As you straddle Jaheira, her hands grip your hips beneath the straps of your slip.
She urges you to grind against her, and you obey. With your breasts pressed together, your lips locked, and your hands on Jaheira's neck, you ride her slowly. You can feel the wetness between your thighs, your slip already drenched, and so is hers.
She rolls you over, her hands sliding from your collarbone over your arms to your wrists, gently pinning them onto the mattress. Her mouth worships your neck, your collarbone, before lingering on your breasts. Her tongue is wet on your nipple as she gently sucks on it.
Her hands release your arms and roam all over your body as she makes her way down to your thighs. A low, guttural moan escapes her lips as she feels your drenched slip.
Jaheira takes it off, her movement firm, filled with anticipation. Her palms are cold against your inner thighs as she spreads your legs.
Her lips and tongue work their way up your inner thigh until they finally reach your cunt. She looks up at you, seeking signs of uncertainty, but there aren't any. So she lowers her head, her tongue sliding up your folds, slowly.
When she reaches your clit, her mouth closes around it, sucking. Your hips move involuntarily, your fingers digging into the sheets. The sound of Jaheira's sucking and your quiet moans and gasps fill the room.
Suddenly, you feel two of her fingers entering you, her tongue remaining on your clit as she curls her fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot every time. It almost feels as if she was made for this, perhaps because she has been doing it herself for so long.
The thought of her touching herself just fuels your hunger. Her free hand grips your thigh, spreading your legs even wider.
You can feel your inner walls clenching, your moans growing louder. "Oh... god..." you moan breathlessly.
Jaheira smiles against your clit, her pace quickening.
And then you finally reach your peak. Your orgasm is intense, you can't even remember the last time someone made you feel that good. Jaheira comes back up to your head, licking her fingers clean before kissing you gently.
"Now I want you to return the favor," she demands softly, smiling at you. Her thighs straddle your leg, her slip warm and soaked against your skin.
"With pleasure," you whisper, rolling her over.
"But I have something else in mind. I hope you don't mind a little magic…" you add mischievously.
Jaheira smirks. "Magic?"
"You know… besides Mage Hand, there are other useful conjurations. Are you up for that?" Your voice is low, breathless.
Jaheira doesn’t answer with words, but her expression gives you all the permission you need.
So you summon a strap-on, almost like a Mage Hand, but far more tangible. And with a simple snap of your fingers, literally, Jaheira’s slip vanishes.
You lift her legs, spreading them as wide as possible. She guides the toy inside herself, her head falling back the moment it slides in. It’s not the first time you’ve used magic like this, but it’s the first time you’ve enjoyed it this much.
Hooking your arms beneath her knees, you bend forward, pressing your body to hers. Your hips move in a steady rhythm, slow but deep, the skin of your thighs meeting hers with every deliberate thrust. You don’t kiss her, you just watch, captivated by the way she moans, the way her lips part, the way pleasure consumes her. A smirk tugs at your lips, impossible to suppress, just like the sounds escaping hers.
Her fingernails dig into the soft flesh of your ass as she urges you deeper, pulling you as close as possible.
"Let… let me ride you…" Jaheira gasps between moans.
You shift onto your back, letting her straddle you. As she sinks down again, the toy filling her once more, her hands find the bedframe, gripping it for stability.
Your hands slide up, cupping her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples. The sensation only drives her to move faster. The bed creaks, her moans grow louder, too loud. The others will hear her. They already have. The thought only makes it better.
It feels like a scene from a dream... the symphony of her moans, the rhythmic creaking of the bed, the slick sounds of bodies meeting.
You’re satisfied, not just physically, but in every way.
Jaheira collapses onto you, her hips rolling through the aftershocks. She kisses you lazily before pressing her forehead against yours.
"That was… something. I loved it. And I needed it. Thank you," she whispers breathlessly.
You brush a kiss over her lips before murmuring, "Same for me. And I hope this won’t be the first and last time. Provided we survive long enough to reach Baldur’s Gate, I could imagine trying this again… different surfaces, different positions, different tools and toys. Because that… that was fire. And just so you know, I’m not one for one-night stands. I don’t really know you yet, but I want to. If you want that too."
Jaheira rolls onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "To be honest, I didn’t think about doing it again when we started. But now…" she exhales deeply. "You’re the first since Khalid died. Gods, I haven’t even let someone kiss my cheek since I buried him. I just want… I just need you to know that I still love and miss him, no matter what the future brings. I will never stop loving him."
"I know." you say softly. "And you have every right to. I’m grateful you trusted me with that, even though you don’t really know me yet. That means a lot… and, well, it was fun." You smirk playfully.
Jaheira chuckles. "It was fun indeed. And I have a feeling it won’t be the last time. But for now, I’m throwing you out of my room. Don’t forget your clothes."
With a teasing roll of your eyes, you gather your clothes, casting her one last lingering glance before slipping out the door.
As you step into the guest room, relief washes over you, the others are still asleep. You slide under the blanket, the warmth cradling your body.
Happy. Satisfied. Finally, you can sleep.