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The Blood of Bhaal

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"Was I sweet once?"

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The little lordling has been whispering in your ears? He always knew how to tumble and twist your mind matter, leave you knotted in his cords.

The worst couple you've ever seen watching some orphans get crushed in an orphan crusher, idk

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👁

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so how about that durge

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Neil Roberts, the VA for default Durge, voice acted the Prayer for Forgiveness. I'm unwell.

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isn't someone missing?

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tfw your dumb bloodkin gets to hold the heart on evil family portrait day

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good sister bad sister

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bloodbath

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She haunts me in the colour red, And I can't get you out of my head.

[ In his head, there is a piece of you that remains, hiding deep beneath the reaches of the tadpole. The fragment that made you his, the fragment that brought you home to him. A speck of what you once were, that you'll never remember. ]

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Once again I'm offering a little durgetash meal I'm cutting off his oxygen supply

FULL IMAGE HERE

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This is how Gortash wished their reunion was like

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The little lordling has been whispering in your ears? He always knew how to tumble and twist your mind matter, leave you knotted in his cords.

The worst couple you've ever seen watching some orphans get crushed in an orphan crusher, idk

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Had to take some test shots for my burly Gortash mod. It was simply very important that I do this for testing reasons. Yes, so much testing to do. So much.

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The Durgetash relationship in a nutshell.

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porn ask: gortash being an evil genius

Idk if this is genius but i think it's evil, i finally wrote something i have been wanting to which is enver gortash choking franc peartree with his dick

Lord Gortash does not have to tell Franc Peartree to drop to his knees.

It has become part of their ritual. First, they review Franc’s current work, then, they review Franc’s books. If applicable, they might conduct a test of new materials or review some new innovation. During all of this, they will share a glass of something strong, the quality of which has improved since Lord Gortash first started visiting the name.

But there is a hierarchy in the world, especially in the faith that they both share, so it is only natural that at some point, Franc Peartree must kneel.

It is not a requirement for doing business with Lord Gortash. After all, only some of his work associates respond to this kind of interaction. When it came to the followers of Bane, however, especially those who settled into the mid ranks like Franc, well, they didn’t know how not to.

It helps that Lord Gortash is fairly certain that the man has an affection for him. Mere groveling doesn’t get a person to hollow their cheeks out quite that way or look up through such lovely eyelashes for approval. It is the eagerness that really makes Lord Gortash look forward to these interactions, the sight of Franc’s lips pressing firm around his swollen flesh as he moves himself up and down, how much he seems to want it.

And so Lord Gortash takes Franc’s hair in his hand and he makes sure that the claws of his rings dig in just enough to make Franc wonder if this is the time that they finally cut. He feels Franc’s body loosen as his own hand tightens and then Franc is not moving but being moved.

Some days he merely drags Franc up and down his cock, but today he is pleased with the other man, so Lord Gortash lets himself fuck his mouth. He already feels how Franc tenses, how he braces for what he knows is coming. When Lord Gortash hears the sound of Franc taking in a deep breath through his nose, he is kind and lets him finish before shoving his cock as deep as he can into the man’s throat.

Franc is ready for him though, sweet Franc, he knew how to relax his throat before Lord Gortash ever had the pleasure of meeting him. He is not a person that is content to kneel before power, but to be taken by it completely, and so Lord Gortash holds himself firm at the back of his throat. He looks down at him, holds his eyes with his own eyes as he holds his head firm with his hand. He waits until he sees the moment that Franc’s pretty eyebrows raise just a bit in fear, when the doubt finally pops in Franc’s pretty head that maybe this is the time that Lord Gortash finds him wanting and doesn’t let him breathe again.

At that moment, he pulls the man back and watches as he chokes. But Franc Peartree is so good and Lord Gortash is so kind that he lets him catch his breath before he does it again.