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What the hell was she thinking?!

Defying Shar, blaspheming in the Shadowfell itself… all because some moon-bitch aasimar MIGHT know something about her past? Shadowheart looked at the piece she had once used to hold up her hair, her long black longs now hanging loose down her back and spilling over both shoulders. The symbol of Shar both disgusted and aggrieved the cleric. She threw the item out of her tent as tears burned at her eyes yet the cursemark on her left hand remained inert. She could tell Shar had thrown her side, much like she had thrown aside the Spear of Night. The battle against Kethric Thorm and Myrkul, the discovery of The Absolute… none of it mattered more than her baffled grief right now.

There was no amount of penance she could do that would convince Shar to embrace her once more… and she was certain Selune would not be so eager to embrace her.

She hears footfalls approaching her tent, recognizing the crunch of metal  on the dry dirt, a soft glow growing brighter as it cast a shadow through the gaps in the tent flap. However, the footfalls suddenly stop as another set rapidly approach and there is a shadow breaking up the faux moonlight outside.

“Is something the matter?” Dame Aylin asks, confused why the githyanki had suddenly left her tent to intercept her path to Shadowheart’s tent.

“She does not need you.” Lae’zel growls. “You have brought the omega… Shadowheart, enough misery today.”

“I only seek to answer her questions.” The aasimar retorts. “I am already mated and have no intention of taking advantage, as you seem to be assuming.”

Lae’zel bristled at that, baring her teeth at the other alpha.Though she wasn’t the only alpha in the party, Halsin was hardly a threat. He was previously mated and so preoccupied with other things, he didn’t pay much time to the party’s only omega. Dame Aylin, however, was a threat.

Not that she would ever admit it but the githyanki warrior felt small. Dame Aylin was every bit the warrior she aspired to be, even after a hundred years of tormented imprisonment. Her golden scars etched a story of tribulation Lae’zel could only dream to have… yet she was still handsome; the picture of Alpha superiority and virility. She-Alphas among githyanki were exceptionally rare, so Lae’zel had always enjoyed a unique privilege among her kin due to her status but here, on Faerun, her assignment wasn’t as rare. Still highly uncommon but she was face to face with another She-alpha… a superior one too.

Shadowheart wasn’t her Omega but Mother Gith be damned has she been haunted by such a thought since she first tasted the half-elf.

“Do not fret, little alpha.” Dame Aylin smirked. “I do not seek to take Shadowheart from you.”

“Shadowheart is not mine.” Lae’zel huffs with annoyance, chest still puffed forward in a posturing demonstration.

“Yet here you are, defending a woman who, as you claim, is not your mate.” The aasimar taunts.

“Aylin, stop it. You’re just making things worse.” Isobel interrupts, injecting herself into the situation upon noticing the tension between Dame Aylin and Lae’zel. “You can speak with Shadowheart once we get out of the Shadowlands.”

Lae’zel snorted as Isobel pulled Dame Aylin away, the alpha giving her mate all her attention. It was, honestly, pathetic, with how such a powerful alpha cowed to an omega, mates or otherwise.

She would never consider such a course.

Then the world broke; her world broke. Voss came to them just as they reached the border, pleading for Lae’zel to listen as he laid out the truth. Vlaakith was a lie, her entire life had been a lie.

Ascension was a lie and Lae’zel felt she was floating in the void between stars.

Even though she swore a new oath to bringing Prince Orpehsus’s creed, his truth, before her people… the oath tasted like ash. An unfamiliar pain filled her being and she found herself adrift when not in the thick of combat. Whenever they camped, she wouldn’t leave the boundaries of her tent except to sharpen her sword and practice against the dummy she carried along with.

“Lae’zel, are you alright?” Shadowheart called, flinching as the great sword bites deep into the practice dummy.

“I am fine.” Lae’zel growls, clearly not though Shadowheart’s scent was drawing her attention regardless.

“Would you… join me for some wine?” The cleric offers with a blush, her silvered hair reflecting the pale moonlight distractingly.

“For what purpose?” Lae’zel huffs, lower her sword as she turns to face the omega.

“To relax. If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I’m sure I could convince Astarion to drink with me.” Shadowheart retorted, sounding a bit hurt by the githyanki’s apparent rejection.

“No, I will join you. Alcohol sounds… welcome, right now.” Lae’zel says, moving to put her blade in her tent, then following Shadowheart to her own tent.

The two sit in silence once Shadowheart fills their cups, the githyanki lost in thought as she stares down at the dark red liquid. Shadowheart watches the githyanki, her heart aching slightly as the alien woman seems to be going through a myriad of thoughts and feelings. Her pupils constrict and dilate, her brow flexing and lip quivering. Unable to help herself, she reaches across and lightly brushes her fingers against the outside of Lae’zel’s thigh.

“Would you want to talk about the conversation with Voss from the other night?” Shadowheart asks gently, her scent filled with the desire to soothe and keep the alpha calm.

“No. I am still trying to make sense of it all.” Lae’zel sighs. “I do not wish to believe him but after all I have been through since the nautiloid, what I continue to experience…”

“Feels like you’re just falling into nothing, ya? Welcome to the club.” Shadowheart retorts sarcastically as she takes a big gulp of wine.

“Yes, I suppose.” Lae’zel scowls, suddenly feeling uncomfortable at the comparison.

“Throwing it all away for… the truth. Feels silly, ya know? After a lifetime of servitude, of devotion, to a lie.” Shadowheart continues, topping off her cup as she gets deeper into the wine. “We were meant for greatness and now we’ve both just… pissed it away.”

When Lae’zel gave Shadowheart a confused look, the half-elf broke out into a laugh.

“It’s an expression, gith! I didn’t mean literally!!”

“Your idioms make no sense.” Lae’zel huffed, blushing. “Do not mock me.”

“I am not mocking you but it was pretty funny.” Shadowheart smiles, tilting her head slightly. “Ya know, you’re rather pretty when you blush.”

“I didn’t think you would get intoxicated so quickly.” Lae’zel retorts quickly, the blush spreading across her face.

“Believe me, I’m not even close. This wine is watered down. Astarion hoards all the real shit for himself but no, I'm not drunk Lae’zel.” Shadowheart said, dropping her voice. “I’m glad we didn’t kill each other over that stupid bauble. I’ve come to appreciate you more, especially as of late.”

“You… have?” Lae’zel says, holding out her empty cup for a refill.

“Yes. I still think about the tiefling party, you know? At first, I had accepted your invitation because I was hoping to manipulate you at best… drive you away at worst. But I can’t stop replaying that night in my head.” Shadowheart smirks. “Viconia and Shar were both very adamant about… certain things with your kind.”

“What kind of things?” Lae’zel asked, suspicious.

“Uncultured, barbaric, rapist… every possible negative trait under the sun and then some. You couldn’t be trusted, that kind of thing.” The cleric explains with amusement. “I never would have thought you’d be such an attentive lover. Especially for an alpha.”

“You were adequate. For an omega” Lae’zel murmurs, busying her mouth by gulping her wine.

“Only adequate?” Shadowheart lifts a brow. “Well that won’t do.”

Lae’zel startles when Shadowheart gets on her knees and crawls towards her, taking the wine cup out  of the githyanki’s hand and setting it aside before crawling up onto her lap, lips so close their breath was mingling together.

The kiss was soft, slow… Shadowheart savoring the taste of wine and Lae’zel’s unique alien flavor; underripe fruit and the musk of fresh leather. She couldn’t help the moan in her throat… Hells, there was no reason to hold it back now that she had rejected Shar. Lae’zel growled but only pulled Shadowheart closer by taking hold of her braid in one hand while the other grasps the bicep of her right arm.

Lae’zel allowed herself to be pushed back until she was on her back, Shadowheart on top of her. Their lips only parted for brief moments of breath, hands roaming each other though Lae’zel was far more accessible because her combat harness barely covered her torso while Shadowheart was in her more ‘conservative’ form fitting camp clothes. Lae’zel pushed Shadowheart away and held her in place, golden eyes staring up at her sternly.

“What is this? Are you trying to decieve me, again?” The githyanki warrior growls, a slight crack to her voice.

“No.” Shadowheart sighs, tapping the woman on her petite, upturned nose. “I want to have sex with you, but without all the… stuff from before. Just me and you, enjoying each other’s bodies. Maybe more, if you want.”

“More?” Lae’zel says, her pupils dilating with excited anticipation. “What do you mean?”

“Well…” Shadowheart replies shyly. “I don’t want this to be just sex, Lae’zel. I find myself rather fond of you. In love with you, as strange as that sounds.”

“It is not strange. I am desirable. It is only natural for you to want an alpha like me” Lae’zel retorts, grunting when Shadowheart lightly ‘punches’ her in the chest.

“So full of yourself… but I wouldn’t have it any other way.” The cleric rolls her eyes, smiling before she ducks down and captures Lae’zel’s lips with her own again.

Nimble fingers work open the warrior’s belt and trousers, pushing them down far enough so she could start undoing the snaps and buckles to Lae’zel’s harness until it was loose enough to pull off the warrior. Lae’zel kicked off her trousers while, impatiently, attempting to get Shadowheart out of her own clothes.

Once they were both naked, Lae’zel groaned with unrestrained delight at the feel of Shadowheart’s soft skin against her own body. She would never admit it out loud but she had missed the touch of the cleric’s skin, the subtle sweetness of her musk without the taint of her clothes and armor in the way.

The atmosphere in the tent was sweltering but neither cared. Even the sounds of their increasing passion leaked from Shadowheart’s tent but if anyone overheard, no one else in the camp thought or dared to interrupt.

Showing off her strength, Lae’zel gets Shadowheart under her, laying flat on her stomach and clinging to her pillow as the githyanki’s long, calloused fingers thrust into her, making a salaciously wet sound that was accented by Shadowheart’s heightening pants and moans; sharp nails stroking the tender bundle of nerves deep within. Her silver hair spilled over her shoulders, fanned across her back… bangs stuck to the sides of her face by sweat as Lae’zel ravaged her. The ex-Sharran cleric buried her face in her pillow as her hips bucked against Lae’zel’s hand, a burning orgasm rippling through her body that left her utterly boneless and breathless.

Green eyes, wearily, glanced over her shoulder and watched as Lae’zel licked and sucked her fingers clean. The githyanki savored Shadowheart’s flavor as it coated her tongue; the woman’s cum sweet and tangy in an addicting way. Lae’zel was certain no other would satisfy her quite like this istik is now. She leans over Shadowheart’s back, nuzzling her face into the crook of her neck to inhale, deep, of the woman’s heightened scent, rocking her hips so her cock stroked along the curved line of Shadowheart’s cheeks.

“Just fuck me already.” Shadowheart whined, lifting her hips, only to have Lae’zel take a warning bite at her neck.

“You are not in a position to make demands, omega.” Lae’zel chuckles against her ear, adjusting her position and pulling Shadowheart’s hips up with one hand; balancing the woman on her knees. “I’ve thought of mounting you again, since we left the druid grove.”

“Why didn’t you?” Shadowheart murmured, whimpering as she feels the tip of the githyanki’s alien cock nudging through her soaked folds. “Oh, Lae’zel…”

“There are, were, more important matters than indulging my baser instincts.” Lae’zel growled, spreading Shadowheart’s legs a bit wider. “Besides, I only wet my cock in you to relieve myself of distraction. I had no intention to take you as a mate, istik . You weren’t worthy of the honor.”

“And now?” Shadowheart asks, her tone shaky with anticipation.

“You have proven your capabilities and I, now, find you to be a suitable mate.” Lae’zel murmurs, slowly pushing her hips forward, sliding into Shadowheart cunt inch by slow inch. “You are a delectable omega, Shadowheart.”

The words make her preen and her body just surrenders to the alpha atop her. Shadowheart groans and pushes back as Lae’zel sheathes herself fully, enjoying the sensation of the woman’s warmth gripping her eagerly.

That night in the druid grove had haunted Lae’zel since the dawn and she felt immense relief at being inside Shadowheart again.

My omega .

The thought startles Lae’zel but it wasn’t entirely foreign to her. Ever since they copulated, Lae’zel had to hold herself to a tighter standard of control. The very smell of the omega was distracting once she had a taste of her.

Especially after battle.

Certainly after Shadowheart defied Shar,  within the goddess’s domain, no less.

Before, Lae’zel had strived for nothing more than to be worthy of Vlaakith; to earn herself a silver sword, a Red dragon and be given a shukyani to proliferate the ranks, as was her duty. Now, now Lae’zel had her cock buried in an istik omega that was sweeter than anything she had ever tasted. Her teeth itched to taste her flesh, to brand the half-elf as her own… and her skin itched to be marked by Shadowheart.

Lae’zel would not want another after her.

“L-lae.” Shadowheart whined, the githyanki’s name broken in her pathetic voice. “Give me it, please.”

“Give… what?” Lae’zel rasped, slowing her thrusts.

“Knot me.” Shadowheart whined desperately, pushing her hips back. “Mark me… claim me, please.”

“Sh-shadowheart?” The githyanki chokes, unable to grasp what she had just heard.

“I can hear your… mind.” Shadowheart smirked over her shoulder. “You want to… I want you to.”

Lae’zel did not respond, just thrust her hips forward and, mildly, surprised to find her shaft, indeed, had the beginnings of a knot swelling.

She wasn’t even in rut!

Wrapping one arm around Shadowheart’s plush waist and the other around her chest, Lae’zel pulls her upright, the cleric’s back flush to her chest as she thrusts forward, the swell of her knot halting the plunge of her cock.

“Stop resisting me.” She pants against Shadowheart’s neck, licking a line of sweat from shoulder to the corner of her jaw.

“Don’t be so… gentle.” Shadowheart huffs defiantly, stoking Lae’zel’s ire as intended.

“You. Want. This.” Lae’zel snarls, punctuating each word with grinding her knot against Shadowheart’s entrance, hand slipping down to stroke her clit.

“You… ahn. Want… ahn… Too.” Shadowheart pants between whimpers, feeling wetness flood from her as Lae’zel teased her; the alpha’s scent enveloping her entire being inside and out.

Shadowheart yipped as she found herself face down to the ground again, hips lifted as Lae’zel drove into her hard. Neither cared if the camp heard them now, the githyanki alpha was desperate to get her knot inside her omega.

Her Omega.

Mother Gith, she needed to cum. It felt like she might immolate with how hot her blood was running, how hard her heart was beating against her ribs… then Shadowheart’s cunt finally opened and her knot slipped in, locking the pair together. Lae’zel groaned deep, dropping her forehead to the back of Shadowheart’s shoulder as she ground her hips against the woman’s supple ass. The urge to bite was overwhelming, especially as Shadowheart was presenting the perfect spot as she rocked back against Lae’zel, meeting the githyanki thrust for thrust.

Teeth pierce sweet flesh, blood blossoming against her tongue as Lae’zel bit down when her orgasm consumed her, Shadowheart mewling as she feels herself being filled with the warrior’s cum. It should have felt wrong, disgusting but without Shar holding her leash any longer, Shadowheart only felt delight. In her orgasmic haze, she caught Lae’zel presenting her right forearm in front of her. Instinctually, the omega lunged forward and bit down, marking the alpha just as the woman was marking her.

Neither let go of their bite holds until Lae’zel had softened enough to slip out of Shadowheart. The combination of their coupling leaked down Shadowheart’s thigh before they both collapsed onto the bedroll, Lae’zel atop Shadowheart. Purring, the githyanki licks her mating mark clean, nuzzling it to assure Shadowheart wasn’t in any true discomfort. The omega groaned in delight at the sensation, too tired to tend to the mark she left on Lae’zel but the alien woman didn’t seem to mind.

“We actually did it.” Shadowheart chuckles in disbelief, pushing a sweat-slicked bang out of her face.

“Yes. You are mine.” Lae’zel growls in her ear. “As I am yours.”