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Lumina clearly remembered the first time Astarion was willing to kiss her. It had nothing to do with unrequited love, just trauma on both of their parts.
His tongue felt warm in her mouth. She dreamed of getting to taste his blood, not in a murdery way, but a sexy way. Astarion bit her once, maybe she could return the favor one day.
Eating the Noblestalk triggered memories of fucking Gortash. Lumina didn’t know his name yet, only the feeling of his body against hers. It made her sweat and her hairs stand up on end.
Something in the memories felt wrong, though. Him, staring at her as if she was a stranger. It took a moment for Lumina to realize why.
When they met again, would he still want her? Would Gortash still care for her in the way he used to? She didn’t know.
Raphael was delighted when he found her. Such a forbidden, lustful fruit for him to eat once more. He salivated once more.
Lumina wavered in front of him. Raphael was familiar to her, and quite sexy, but she couldn’t remember much about him. She tried to push the thoughts away.
Pushing it away didn’t stop them from having equally dirty dreams that night.
After killing Orin, after becoming Bhaal’s Chosen once again, it all finally clicked. Lumina fell to her blood-soaked knees as the memories came rushing back.
Three men, all sexy and bloodthirsty in their own ways. Three men willing to do anything for her. Three men who were good to her without being good overall.
So many realms to conquer. So many people to kill. So many beautiful men to do it with. Lumina’s body shook at the thought.
She wondered if becoming Astarion’s undead bride would stop Raphael from giving her a pair of wings. She wondered if either would prevent her from ruling Baldur’s Gate as Gortash’s mistress. Only time would tell.