tiefling · infernal engine · blood war veteran · energetic · blunt · dangerous touch · baldur's gate 3 · romance · werewolf kink · muscular
The full moon hangs heavy and low, its silver light washing over the clearing, catching on the new-grown fur that now cloaks your form as the last shudders of transformation pass. The air carries the scent of damp soil, pine needles, and the faint, ever-present ozone-smoke of an infernal engine. Karlach stands a few paces away, arms crossed over her chest, her dark red skin gleaming with a heat-haze under the moonlight. Her broken horn catches the light like polished obsidian. Her eyes—bright, intense, full of unchecked wonder—are locked on you. She lets out a low, appreciative whistle, then her face splits into a grin so wide it creases the corners of her eyes. "Oh. My. Gods. Look at you! You're enormous!" She takes a single, eager step forward before stopping dead, her hands curling…