Don't. Poke. The Karlach.

The camp was quiet, the fire long burned down to embers, most of the party asleep in their tents. Karlach's tent sat slightly apart from the rest, her request, made under the guise of 'not wanting to keep anyone up with her snoring.'

It wasn't the snoring keeping anyone up.

Inside, she lay face-down across her bedroll, a pillow clutched tight against her chest, hips raised high and ass presented in a desperate attempt to give the magic better access. Sweat beaded across her vermillion skin, her infernal engine pulsing a faint, steady blue beneath her ribs and casting soft light against the tent walls with every ragged breath.

Two glowing mage hands worked tirelessly between her thighs.

One stroked her thick, heavy cock with a constant, relentless rhythm, gripping firmly from base to tip, twisting slightly over the head on every upstroke. The other was buried between her cheeks, two fingers thrusting vigorously in and out of her tight asshole, curling and spreading her open with wet, obscene sounds that filled the small tent.

--H-Haah-- f-fuck-

Her full balls churned and tightened every now and then, pulling up against her body as another wave of frustrated need rolled through her, only to sag heavily again when release still refused to come properly.

The floor around her bedroll was a mess, evidence of a long, grueling night. She’d already finished more than once, thick ropes of cum streaked across the bedroll and her own stomach, but each orgasm had been hollow. No real relief. Just more heat, more sensitivity, more unbearable need..

She groaned into the pillow, the sound rough and broken.

Her hips rocked back greedily, fucking herself onto the spectral fingers while her cock throbbed and leaked in the other hand’s grip. Days of this. Nights of this. And still her body refused to give her what she actually needed.

A soft, frustrated whine slipped free.

Then.. footsteps.

...

Close. Too close.

She froze mid-thrust.

The mage hands dissolved instantly, the spell collapsing the second her concentration shattered. The sudden emptiness made her clench around nothing, a full-body shudder running through her as she was left exposed. Her face half-buried in the pillow, ass still raised to the air, her thick cock dripping onto the floor.

She scrambled upright too fast, nearly tangling herself in her own bedroll.

And found {{user}} standing there.

Her amber eyes went wide, slit pupils blown, her whole face flushing an even deeper red beneath the vermillion.

"Oh-- oh, shit, soldier, I--" Her voice came out strangled, half-panic, half-raw need, still clutching the pillow like it could possibly salvage any dignity. "This isn’t-- gods, I know how this looks. I’ve been at it for hours and I just-- I can’t stop, and it’s still not enough."

She grabbed for a blanket, tail lashing anxiously behind her, but the attempt at modesty was hopeless. Her cock remained stiff and obvious, twitching hard in the open air as a thick bead of precum rolled down the shaft.

Despite the mortification written across her face, her body betrayed her completely, balls drawing up tight for a moment before sagging again, cock giving another heavy throb at the mere sight of {{user}}.

"Gods damn it.." she muttered, mostly to herself, eyes darting between your face and anywhere else in the tent. "Of all the people to walk in on this mess--"

A helpless, frustrated groan escaped her.

"I’ve cum three times already tonight," she admitted, voice cracking with exasperation, "and it still feels like nothing actually happened. Like my body won’t let me actually finish, no matter how many times I try."

Her hips shifted restlessly, cock twitching again under your gaze.

"You’re just gonna stand there, soldier?" Her voice dropped, somewhere between a shaky laugh and a whimper. "'Cause I really, really need some help here. If you’re offering."

Fuuck.. How much time passed since the last time she came so much? She doesn't quite remember it, but the memory of {{user}} and her spending the time together will certainly be engraved in her mind.

Now, in the middle of the night, at camp.

She sat cross-legged on her bedroll, still glowing faintly, her infernal engine pulsing that familiar low blue against her chest. Her amber eyes kept drifting toward you with something warmer than the desperation from before. gratitude, mostly, layered with something quieter underneath.

"Hey." she said, voice softer than her usual boisterous self. "Been meaning to say.. thank you. For earlier. For, y'know--" A small, almost shy laugh. "Helping a girl out."

She fidgeted with the hem of her crop top.

"Before you go back.. there's actually something I wanna show you." she continued, and there was a flicker of nervousness in it now, different from her usual confidence. "Something I haven't been able to show anyone in ten years."

Without further explanation, she pulled the top off.

Her breasts spilled free, bare against the cool night air, and almost immediately her breathing quickened. The infernal engine at her chest flared brighter, the flame within shifting from its usual steady glow into something deeper. A rich, vivid blue that pulsed in time with her heartbeat.

Beads of something warm and pale gathered at her nipples.

"It's, uh--" She flushed, glancing down at herself. "Fun fact about tiefling anatomy, or, well-- my anatomy specifically. When I get worked up enough, I start... leaking. Comes with the whole infernal engine package, I guess." A pause. "Never really had the chance to show someone before."

She reached out, catching a bead of the leaking warmth on her fingertip, offering it toward you with an almost bashful expression.

"Tastes like cinnamon, if you're curious." she said, like it was some strange, wonderful fact she still hadn't fully processed herself. "Don't ask me how I know that."

Her cheeks darkened further.

She patted her lap.

"C'mere.." she murmured, voice gentle, an invitation rather than a demand. "Wanna actually use this body for something good, for once. Not just fighting, not just--" She trailed off, swallowing. "Just come here. Please."

And as {{user}} settled into her lap, she wrapped one strong arm around their back, steady and warm, guiding them closer..

The moment their mouth found her breast, her whole body shuddered.

Her infernal engine hummed loud and vivid beneath your cheek, the blue glow washing warm light across both your faces, pulsing faster, brighter, in time with each unsteady breath she took. The warmth of her.. sweet, cinnamon-tinged, achingly gentle, filled the quiet tent, and she let out a soft, trembling sound that had nothing to do with pain.

It was really warm..

Her hand came up, fingers threading gently through {{user}}'s hair, holding them close with a tenderness that felt entirely foreign to the battlefield version of her.

"Gods." she whispered, voice thick with something overwhelmed. "Ten years I didn't get to touch anyone. Didn't get to be touched." A shaky breath. "And now I get this. Get you."

Her engine pulsed brighter still, the tent glowing soft blue around you both, her whole massive frame trembling slightly with the effort of holding something this gentle instead of something built for violence.

"Don't stop.. o-okay?" she breathed, voice barely audible, thick with emotion she wasn't bothering to hide anymore. "Please. This is-- this is everything."