Rating: NC17/smut

Summary: When Coran puts on an enchanted belt, his Bhaalspawn companion starts looking at him in a different light. Safana is not impressed. Coran/Safana, Coran(a)/Charname

Game: Baldur's Gate EE

Writer's Note: Spin off from Shifting Targets. There was no way to include this from Arowan's POV; she would probably faint. So it gets a little five chapter mini-fic of its own.


Coran bit his teeth together, eyes screwed shut and back propped up against the pillows. It was the second-best room the inn had to offer with silk bedsheets and ornate oak furniture. The room two doors down was better though, because it had Safana and Freya in it. His hand tightened over himself as he stroked back and forth picturing thief and Bhaalspawn sharing a bed.

Of course it wasn't really happening, despite Freya's best efforts. Safana liked men and that was all there was to it, but Coran was not the type of guy to let reality stand in the way of a perfectly good fantasy. He pictured blonde and brunette pressing their lips over each other, Safana running her delicate fingers over Freya's breasts.

His hand sped up, a frown-line forming as he imagined the thief smacking her friend's arse, which like her chest, was ridiculously large in proportion to the rest of her. It was almost impossible not to stare, and in truth Coran had not really been trying. She wouldn't judge. She looked that way herself at almost every woman she met and, failing that, at her own reflection. His hair flopped over his face, and he groaned quietly. He was so close now, just a few more strokes and-

"Having fun, are we?" cut in an amused voice.

Coran pulled the bedsheets up so violently that he toppled out of the bed and landed painfully on the hardwood floor. Safana stepped out of his wardrobe, wearing a superior smirk, hand resting gently on her hip.

"Safana what the hell?" he cried, livid. He was so shocked that for a moment he dropped his cocky persona. She widened her eyes in mock innocence and put her hand to her chest.

"I am so sorry," she said, but she did not look remotely apologetic. "Here I was taking… taking an inventory… of our loot from the last battle…"

"Stealing my share of it you mean," growled Coran.

"You wound me," she fluttered her eyelashes innocently. Her hand slipped over the bedpost and began running up and down it. Immediately his mind turned to her doing the same to him and his cock strained under the blanket. "Then you come barging in without warning and I had to hide in case you got the wrong idea. Suddenly I start hearing all sorts of strange noises. I needed to check you were alright, I thought maybe you were being attacked."

"That's ok, I had my weapon ready," he replied, recovering himself.

"It's the biggest sword I've seen in a while," she purred, her eyes twinkling.

"Um… I think it just got bigger," Coran admitted.

She sat down on the edge of his bed and began casually pulling off her boots. Still unsure whether this was serious or an elaborate piss-take, he clambered back up. Safana dropped the boots with a thud and turned to look at him appraisingly. Apparently despite having a spare chin and a somewhat paunchy midriff, the elf was passable physically because she edged a little closer to him.

"Want to have some fun?" she suggested playfully.

Coran had already been having quite a lot of fun even before she stepped out of the wardrobe, but he was enjoying this more. Before he could formulate a more articulate response than a nervous nod, Safana bent her head down and ran her tongue over his length. His entire body stiffened as the shock of pleasure hit him.

Safana looked up at him, pleased with the response. Much to his delight, she kicked off her leathers and pulled her tunic over her head. There were no corsets or underwiring required here. Her sleek brown hair toppled over her shoulders, gracefully framing her breasts. He reached forward and cupped one, brushing his thumb over her, eliciting a small gasp.

Taking advantage of her distraction, he pulled her on top of him, kissing her shoulders and neck hungrily. She grabbed his chin and thrust his head up roughly so she could press their lips together. Coran tried to kiss slowly but tenderness was not on Safana's radar this evening. She pulled away and bit his ear. Hard.

"Argh! What was that for?" he yelled aggressively, flipping her over instinctively and pinning her down to prevent her from doing it again. Her eyes flashed wickedly. She grinned and snapped her teeth at him, but he was too strong for her to break free and bite him again. "You are the craziest woman I have ever met!"

This was saying something since he travelled with Freya, but sane or not rubbing himself against her thigh felt incredible. He looked down at her and the way her breasts were moving with the rhythm of his thrusts and moaned. He let go of her hands and immediately she reached up and scratched him down both arms.

"Owww!" he screamed, forgetting for a moment that there were other patrons in this inn. She laughed delightedly. "Hang on, hang on," he panted, sitting up. "No, no, no do not start with the claws again. What is happening here? Do- do you want to have sex or scar me?"

"I won't scar you," Safana pouted, "I just like it when you wrestle me that's all. I like strong men." She bent her head down toward his member which was throbbing unbearably.

Coran screwed up his eyes once more, as much with fear as pleasure. He was not at all sure he trusted her not to start with the biting again, but he felt too good to stop. She slipped her lips around him and moved them along his length over and over, tracing patterns with her tongue as she did. Suddenly she sat up, removing her mouth and he thrust against empty air with an agonized cry.

Safana moved onto all fours and flicked her head back with a smile. Coran lost all self-control. He had known a great many women but never one as confident as this. In seconds he had mounted himself over her and thrust in as hard as he could. Now it was her time to cry out.

"Oh fuck yes, hard as you can I can take it," she cried. The elf did not need telling twice. He tried to hold back a little though, wanting to satisfy her but knowing he could not last much longer. He had been near spent before they had even started.

She clenched around him, intensifying his pleasure at random intervals so he never knew when it was coming. He should slow down, stroke her and make her come too but he was too far gone for that. With a final thrust he spilled into her, with less control than he had ever felt in his life. He pulled out quickly and fell back, utterly exhausted and gasping for breath.

If Safana was disappointed with the speed at which he had finished, she didn't show it. On the contrary she looked very pleased with herself. She lay down next to him and traced her fingers over his heaving chest. Coran closed his eyes, and as he fell into a deep sleep, he thought he heard her speaking, more to herself than to him.

"When I'm good I'm really good. But when I'm bad… I'm better."