BG3: Breaking Mizora

Author's Note: Yay! BG3 fic!

Contains mild spoilers!

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“You know, Karlach, I was so terribly disappointed when Wyll didn’t follow through with killing you.”

Karlach sat up sharply from her laying position atop her bedroll, battle instinct seizing her even when she’d been very nearly asleep. Reaching for her axe, she took quick stock of her surroundings, only to find none other than Wyll’s patron melting into view, wet, clinging darkness forming her body and then dripping away, leaving Mizora standing imperiously over Karlach’s tent.

“Oh… ugh, it’s you,” the tiefling let a sigh of disgust. Mizora had been skulking around camp quite a lot, lately, and while she had proven to be largely harmless, she was indisputably annoying, however easy she was on the eyes.

“I’m serious, I really was! Got a good tongue-lashing from Zariel about the whole situation, too,” Zariel pouted. “But I’d be lying if I said you hadn’t ended up unexpectedly… useful. Honestly, you’ve been a better asset during this whole Absolute rubbish than you ever were in the Blood War.”

“And how am I supposed to feel about that? Pride? Shame?” An edge of anger was creeping its way into Karlach’s voice, but it needn’t have – as usual, the tiefling’s emotions were worn on her sleeve, the infernal engine in her chest beginning to light up, her skin burning so hot that flames began to spark and lick along the scarred red skin.

“Hmm? Oh, I don’t terribly care how you feel at all; just giving my thoughts.” The cambion offered a thin, wry smile, twirling one lock of her auburn hair around her clawed fingertip.

“You talk quite a bit of shit for someone who isn’t all that popular around here,” Karlach stood up fully, now that it didn’t seem like this was an interaction she could simply ignore.

Mizora simply chuckled, that same little superior laugh of hers – one that had gotten under Karlach’s skin even before she’d left Avernus, before the tadpole. “Well, darling, the way I see it, there’s not all too much you can do about me. Kill me, and I’ll just pop down to the Hells for a quick teatime and be back in time for dinner,” she drew closer, trailing her fingertips playfully up and down Karlach’s rippling muscles, the intense heat leaving the devil quite unharmed, “and I’m sure your friend Wyll will be quite disapproving of any further meddling in my affairs. You see, I’m really quite safe from the likes of you – brute strength and an unstable heart don’t mean much against a pretty face and an immaculately-written contract, wouldn’t you say?”

“So I can’t kill you,” Karlach said thoughtfully, though a hint of a threat was creeping into her voice, “and I can’t meddle in any of your silly schemes. I got that about right?”

“Well, well, you’re smarter than I give you credit for – you can repeat basic phrases,” Mizora yawned, “like a parrot. Or a baby.”

“Good to know,” Karlach grinned, taking a step forward and setting a strong hand on Mizora’s shoulder, forcing her down onto her knees while the other hand tore away at that silly little fur-backed dress, shredding the thing in a single smooth motion and leaving the cambion very much nude.

“Gahh–! Loathsome little fuck, what do you think you’re doing?!” Mizora spluttered as she was forced down onto her hands and knees, looking up at Karlach through burning, infernal eyes as the barbarian stripped off her own scorched-black campwear, showing off her full breasts, pierced nipples, and finally, her shockingly large girldick, the thing so imposingly long, thick, and burning red that Mizora’s furious protests fell to stunned admiration, just taking a moment to absorb and be amazedby the sight of Karlach’s cock. She’d heard rumors about it, but the never-ending Blood War kept things sufficiently busy on Avernus that the cambion had never actually taken the time to confirm it.

“Not killing you,” Karlach answered, taking a large step to the side and situating herself behind Mizora, enjoying the view of the devil’s snooty, pale blue buttocks, nestled between which was the smooth, tiny blue star of Mizora’s anus, and below that, the silky lavender lips of her pussy. “And not interfering in any of your plans. Just like you said, yeah?” She punctuated her words with the heavy thwamp of her cock slapping between Mizora’s buttcheeks, sandwiched between the perky globes, their springy softness quickly encouraging Karlach to rock her hips forward and back, firmly sawing her cock back and forth against the fiend’s cute butt.

“That’s…this isn’t what I– sssst!” Mizora drew in a sharp hiss of breath as Karlach let a little globule of steaming spit fall from her lips, landing directly on Mizora’s asshole, causing the little hole to reflexively wink and tense. A moment later, the red-skinned warrior planted the tip of her shaft against that tiny entrance, prodding and rocking against it, waiting for a moment of relaxation that would let her slip straight into the devil’s rear entrance. “Fffuccck…! There’s no way that thing can fit inside my ass – I have a pussy, you know!”

“Fuck your pussy?” Karlach scoffed, “I think I’d rather stick my dick in Auntie Ethel, if it’s all the same to you.”

“It’s nooOOOottt…!” Mizora’s face screwed up in discomfort and unexpected pleasure, her back arching and fingers digging into the ground as she felt Karlach’s enormous cock get crammedinto her, pushing her ass in until it had no choice but to stretch, expand, and engulf the hot, thick red shaft. “Nnnghhfuckkk…” she groaned, panting, tail swishing to and fro frantically as she felt inch after inch of that huge thing sliding into her. Karlach wasn’t being gentle, either – she was forcing that thing in, however unreasonably large it was, giving Mizora’s asshole the options of either stretching or breaking, and not much time to make the decision. “Haaahh… haaah… why… w-why my ass…?”

“Nnnh, if you knew how fuckin’ good it felt around me, you wouldn’t be asking. Just know that I have no intentions of changing my mind.” Sucking in a deep breath, Karlach planted both hands on Mizora’s hips and thrust forward again, recklessly cramming her massive cock up into that tiny little hole, shifting deeper and deeper with each pump of her hips until she finally bottomed out. A moan escaped the tiefling’s lips, an intense shudder wracking her powerful figure when she felt Mizora’s backside bump up against her pelvis, assuring her that there was no deeper to go. “Awwhff… look at that,” Karlach panted, licking her lips and looking down at the sight before her, the flare of Mizora’s hips, the way her rear entrance was spread wide around its scalding, scarlet invader, the glistening ring of her asshole stretched to its limit around Karlach’s frightful hog. One wing was tucked against Mizora’s back, while the other was splayed and dangling, showing off the smooth, elegant curves of the cambion’s slender back. “You look lovely all stretched out like that, we should keep you like this more often.”

“You can’t – nngh! – k-keep me like anything, I’m not just going to– nghAAh–!” a blissful whimper left the devil’s lips as Karlach drew out, then stuffed herself back in, putting the elasticity of Mizora’s poor butt to the test with some deep, hard thrusts, finally starting to pick up speed. The cambion’s words fell on deaf ears, considering she never actually managed to complete a sentence – not that there was much she’d be able to say that would get Karlach to pull out of that tight hole, not when it felt like this.

Considering how small the encampment was, it was only a matter of time before attention was drawn, and it came in the form of a curious Lae’zel, drawn by the scent of sex and sweat and quickly satisfied by her findings. “Mmm. An elegant means of bringing low your rivals,” the githyanki said with an approving nod, fondling one of her own breasts through the stringy black top she wore. “I’d not thought you capable of such unconventional ruthlessness.”

“Be – nngh! – gone, gith!” Mizora protested, her cheeks reddening, though whether from embarrassment, pleasure, or the sheer heat buildup of Karlach’s red-hot cock was uncertain.

“You claim her backside, and already she moans and whimpers like a bitch in heat,” a grim flicker of a smile touched Lae’zel’s lips, “perhaps I will shall see for myself what that impressive thing of yours is capable of… once that engine in your chest has been properly dealt with. In the mean time, I believe I shall remain, and enjoy the show.”

“Heh, hey, once I’ve cooled down, you’re welcome for a ride whenever you like,” Karlach chuckled, winking at Lae’zel as the githyanki stripped out of her trousers, freeing a rather impressive member of her own and beginning to casually stroke it as she watched. In all honesty, it had been far too long since Karlach had gotten to blow off some steam, and even if she may have preferred something a little more intimate, rawdogging Mizora’s asshole until her knees buckled was a plenty satisfying alternative.

Still on all fours and trying not to moan, Mizora managed to growl out through gritted teeth, “You… oaf… y-you can’t just… f-fuck my ass as long and as hard as you want…!” she groaned, despite there being no immediate evidence that what she was saying was correct. Her words did jar Karlach out of her impassioned, near-mindless rutting of the cambion’s tight hole, though whether the ultimate outcome would be to Mizora’s liking was uncertain.

“Eh… yeah, reckon I should probably take a break,” the tiefling said, drawing her massive schlong out and leaving behind a gape nearly as big around as a grapefruit. She quickly took hold of Mizora’s hair from behind, yanking the devil up to sit on her knees – and promptly cramming that massive dick into the devil’s mouth, stuffing her way down Mizora’s throat with a callousness that, while it frustrated the redheaded fiend, also unexpectedly aroused her. “Let’s see how much you like the taste of your ass… and see just how much you miss the feeling of my dick up your little hole. What do you think, Lae’zel, how long ‘til she begs me to put it back in?”

“Hrrrm… five minutes. Any longer, I’ll clean Scratch’s bedding for a week,” she said, still shallowly jerking herself off, though the githyanki was getting a bit more comfortable now, sitting with her legs fully spread.

“Deal!” Karlach took the bet, figuring if she simply kept Mizora’s mouth sufficiently occupied, she couldn’t beg for anything at all. One hand wound up in the cambion’s hair, and the other firmly holding the base of her cock so she could properly stuff it back and forth into the devil’s maw, Karlach let out an eager moan of pleasure at the sensation of Mizora’s tongue sweeping and coiling along her shaft, steam beginning to billow out from between her lips as her saliva made contact with that superheated girlcock. Flames were lapping aggressively up and down along Karlach’s body now, turning blue as they danced along the surface of her skin, the tiefling’s eyes burning so fierce a yellow-orange that they were growing ever closer to white. “Hahh… hahhh… hnnnh…fuckkk…” Karlach growled, rutting her hips forward again and again, each time stuffing her dick as deeply down Mizora’s throat as she could possibly manage, wringing out a wet, strangled sound from the squirming, naked, kneeling devil.

Watching raptly – and taking note at how Mizora had now slipped a few fingers into her own ass, trying to work her fist inside to occupy the gape Karlach had left her – Lae’zel was beginning to lean forward, hooking her arms under her knees to keep them out of the way as she brought her lips to the tip of her own dark-mottled githyanki girldick. Sucking oneself off wasn’t considered an economic means of release among her people, but it was a guilty pleasure, one that no gith were currently present to judge her for. “Mmll…pbbllmm…” she moaned, going as deep down on herself as she could without letting her eyes leave the scene of Karlach face-fucking Mizora.

It was, though, quickly looking like Lae’zel was going to be winning their little bet – Mizora was frantically fingering her own ass, having now managed to fit her entire fist into the space Karlach’s dick had left behind, and her eyes were pleading up at the tiefling, wide and needy. Muffled whines and whimpers escaped her each time that fat cock would pull back from its throat-filling, jaw-stretching thrusts, whimpers that spoke the cambion’s needs as clearly as words, even if Karlach was currently preventing those words from being spoken. Cramming her fist in a little deeper, Mizora wound her free arm around the barbarian’s waist, clinging tight to her, pawing at the other woman’s firm, plump ass. “Fhhm– cchcllk– mmnn…!”

“What’s that? Sorry, I can’t understand you!” Karlach let out a short bark of a chuckle, pushing her way as far down Mizora’s throat as she could possibly manage, holding for a long moment until the devil’s face began to redden – then drawing out, leaving a long bridge of saliva and precum between Mizora’s lips and the tip of the tiefling’s hot, steaming girldick. It was only a moment of gasping, though, before Mizora managed to blurt out her plea.

“Back in my ass, p-please, I need it!” she cried out, causing Lae’zel to let her dick out of her own mouth just long enough to let out a satisfied laugh, then went right back to orally pleasuring herself. “C-come on, fuck me again!”

Karlach let out a soft sigh, “That was definitely less than five minutes… alright, you, but you’re getting on top.” She gave Mizora a few quick, heavy thumps of her cock across the fiend’s face, then lowered herself to her bedroll and sat down, propped up on her hands with her legs spread, cock standing eagerly at attention. Mizora didn’t waste an instant in slipping her fist out of herself and crawling into Karlach’s lap, facing away from the tiefling and towards Lae’zel, giving the gith woman an excellent view of her slender, nude figure, her soaked, untouched pussy, and her soon-to-be-filled ass, still struggling in futility to close itself back up after having been so completely stuffed.

“Ahh-h-h-h… yeahhhhh…” Mizora groaned as she lowered herself back down onto that cock, feeling it fill her up in a way she’d never truly been filled before – so thick and hot, wet and sticky from her own saliva after having been so thoroughly throatfucked. Deeper and deeper it slid into her ass, until she finally felt her backside make contact with Karlach’s lap, and could feel the burning in her belly, something she never would have imagined could feel as good as it did. “Unhhh~…” she whined, tucking her knees down on either side of Karlach’s hips, then gradually rocking up and down, quivering and moaning as she felt that cock slowly slide out of her, then back in, back out, back in. The sensation of her asshole stretching, adjusting, relaxing, always only just barely able to swallow up the entirety of the tiefling’s shaft, it was thrilling and intense, flooding every part of her body with more and more pleasure.

As her rocking and dropping grew in pace and eagerness, Mizora moved to bring one hand to her pussy, just to fondle her clit – but found her wrist caught in Karlach’s strong hand before she made it there. “I don’t think so, devil-bitch,” the tiefling warned, grabbing Mizora’s other wrist with the same strong hand, and keeping both held tightly. “If you wanna cum, it’s gonna be from this dick, in this ass!” The statement was followed by a rough slap across the ass from Karlach’s free hand, then another, then another, each blow fast, sharp, and stinging, leaving behind an impressive, beet-red handprint and drawing a wail of pained ecstasy from Mizora. “Say it.”

“Euhh… hahh… i-if I want to… c-cum, it’s from your dick… i-in my ass…” the cambion said, hesitant but convinced, her pussy already drenched with her juices. “Nggaahhh… fuck me harder, then!”

Karlach obliged, tucking her knees up and planting her feet so she could rut upwards, pummeling Mizora’s butt with her hips as the two collided again and again, the devil continuing to lift and drop her weight even as Karlach drilled her relentlessly from beneath, stuffing her ass with rapid, powerful thrusts that soon had Mizora arching her back and squealing into the evening sky. Still watching raptly, Lae’zel’s eyes rolled back into her head as she came, taking several hot, sticky shots of her own creamy gith spunk right against the back of her throat, swallowing what she could while more of it dribbled down her balls. She popped off her own dick with a wet sound and a satisfied gasp, relaxing as she enjoyed the grand finale – for it had finally arrived.

True to her instructions, Mizora came – from Karlach’s dick, in her ass, and nothing else. A wild dance of convulsions shook through her, fingers and toes curling, teeth clenched, her asshole tightening and shuddering around the massive cock buried inside of it… a cock that, only a moment later, began to fill her with molten-hot shots of steaming spunk, filling her bowels with pump after pump of the goopy tiefling cream. “Fuuuuckkk…!” Karlach roared, her thrusts not slowing as she blasted every drop of her hot load into that overworked little hole, still shuddering and contracting around her as the devil rode out every second of an incredibly potent assgasm.

Finally, Karlach released the cambion’s wrists, giving Mizora a firm shove off of her lap and onto the ground, her face in the dirt and ass in the air, impressively gaped and dribbling a generous trickle of scalding seed down her own thighs. “Haaahhhh…” the devil moaned mindlessly.

“An excellent show,” Lae’zel congratulated coolly, “I’ll be redoubling my efforts toward seeing your burning heart repaired – I want to see you do Minthara, next.”

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