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For durgetash smut, how about anything involving rope play or shibari?

Gender Neutral Durge for this one (left very ambiguous)! Gortash needs a break and Durge knows how to deliver.

18+ Smut NSFW Word Count: 1.6k (lol again. Lied about these being “short”.) Tags: Bondage, rimming, nipple clamps, cock ring, anal fingering, blowjobs, handjobs, sub!gortash, dom!durge. Warnings: Dub Con, Durge-Typical Descriptions of Violence, Durge Chloroform Solutions ™

Gortash had been pouring over schematics for days – insisting he was on the edge of a breakthrough with the “Steel Watch” plans. Durge, on the other hand, insisted he was on the edge of a breakdown.

“Leave me be,” he’d grumble, and no amount of sweet whispers of flaying him alive could tear him from his desk. Having had enough of this situation, Durge was left to find a solution of their own design.

They stood on Gortash’s balcony, watching through the window as the lordling scribbled furiously at his desk on yet another late evening. Carefully, they picked the window lock before slithering inside, melting into the shadows. They approached Gortash with ginger steps, not wanting to alert him to their presence. When they were just a step or two away from the back of his chair, their hand went to reach into their pack, pulling out –

“I told you to leave me be, Durge.” Gortash’s voice was curt, and he didn’t look up from whatever he was working on. Durge froze for a moment before switching tactics, stepping from the shadows.

“What gave me away?” Durge’s voice was warm as they met the back of Gortash’s chair.

“If I give away all my secrets, I’ll never get any work done,” Gortash scoffed, still denying Durge his full attention. Durge rolled their eyes before leaning forward, running one of their hands down Gortash’s chest.

“You’ve been working too much, lately,” they cooed, masking the slight rustle of their other hand in their pack.

“I’m hardly in the mood for – “ Gortash’s words were cut off by a heavy hand pressing a thick cloth to his face, smothering his cry of alarm. Durge hummed, smiling while holding him in place through his short-lived struggle.

“You will be.”

Durge groaned in appreciation, looking down at their masterpiece. Gortash, still asleep, was laid on his back in his own bed and had been artfully tied up like the prettiest present Durge had ever seen. An intricate series of ropes and knots wrapped around the expanse of Gortash’s gorgeous chest. Durge had enjoyed framing his pecs – leaving his nipples deliciously exposed. Gortash’s arms and hands were beneath him, having been tied behind his back. Most importantly, Gortash’s legs had been frogtied – both thighs and calves perfectly pressed together by three tight circles of rope. To ensure they could really have some fun, Durge had connected the leg ties to the ropes across Gortash’s chest, leaving the lordling no choice but to be fully spread on display.

Practically giddy, Durge reached back into their pack to retrieve the final touches. They leaned over the tied-up tyrant, pressing a light kiss to each nipple before placing a small clamp on each one. They kissed their way down skin and rope before settling between Gortash’s legs, slipping a firm ring over the lord’s flacid cock and securing it around his balls.

Satisfied, Durge decided it was time for their toy to wake up. They took Gortash’s soft cock into their mouth and began to lightly suck until they could feel his body begin to stir. What began as small twitches across Gortash’s body grew into full jerks as he regained consciousness.

“Wha…” Gortash’s voice was soft at first, and at the sound of it, Durge gave his cock a harder suck. He was half hard now, before he even knew what was going on.

Gortash’s head shot down to look at Durge, straining his neck from his comprised position. His eyes then darted across his own body, growing wide when they realized what was happening. When he returned to meet Durge’s gaze, rage radiated off of him. Durge, on the other hand, looked up at the lord innocently, allowing their tongue to lap at the sides of his cock.

“Let. Me. Go.” Gortash commanded. To his credit, his voice carried that certain tone of authority granted to the Banite due to his position. However, its effect was severely limited. Durge theorized that perhaps the God of Tyranny was not as eager to grant powers to his Chosen while he was all tied up in such a compromising position. Durge only laughed in response and shook their head, allowing their lips to drag back and forth over Gortash’s cock.

“Damn it!” Gortash growled, “Guards!” At this, Durge laughed again, lifting their hand and wiggling their fingers to reveal the pocket of silence that encased the edges of the room.

Options dwindling, Gortash returned his attempts to Durge. “Stop this now. I have to –”

Durge’s hand came to rest on Gortash’s balls, giving his sack a tight squeeze. A choke escaped the tyrant’s throat in place of his words.

“You,” Durge began, continuing to lap up the sides of Gortash’s cock. He was now fully hard, and Durge smirked in satisfaction at the obvious strain of the cock ring around him, “do not have to do anything except enjoy this.”

“Durge – ” Gortash gave one final protest.

“Relax, Enver.” With that, Durge took Gortash’s cock back fully into their mouth, sucking hard. Gortash’s head fell back against the bed in both resignation and pleasure. In the back of Gortash’s mind, he hoped he had put up just enough of a fight to receive Bane’s eventual forgiveness for this indulgence.

Durge was relentless in their ministrations - sucking at his tip, leaving his cock weeping, allowing their lips to tease the ridge of his head just the way he liked. Every once in a while, they allowed their teeth to graze him lightly, which sent a shudder through Gortash’s body. They took his cock deep into their throat, allowing him to bottom out in their mouth, ripping a moan from him. Nose pressed against his stomach, Durge stretched their tongue out even further to swipe against Gortash’s balls, eliciting a delicious sob.

At that, Durge released Gortash’s cock from their mouth with a satisfying pop. “So needy today,” they taunted, “Have you even touched yourself this past week?”

Gortash remained silent, breathing heavily. Durge hummed, having their answer. They replaced their mouth with their hand, Gortash’s cock slick with their saliva which allowed them to pump him generously. Their mouth dipped to his balls, first kissing lightly, then licking, then sucking. Above them, Gortash had devolved into an erratic mess of noises.

They took each ball into their mouth, delighting in the taste of his skin against their tongue. The attention was driving Gortash absolutely mad, and Durge was sure he would have spilled by now were it not for the help of the cock ring. Before long, they allowed their tongue to wander to the underside of Gortash’s balls, the lord’s body jerking against his restraints in response. Durge smiled wickedly against his sack.

Then – finally – they allowed their tongue to dip lower, lapping at the tyrant’s exposed asshole.

Gortash’s head immediately shot back up off of the bed.

“Wait – ”

But Durge did not wait. They pressed their tongue harder against his hole, dragging it languidly along the puckering of his skin. Gortash’s cock twitched in Durge’s hand as his head fell back down against the bed with a groan.

Gortash had protested being rimmed out before, much to Durge’s dismay. They wanted to taste all of the lordling and knew that his reservations originated from some toxic Banite mentality. Durge would have none of it – if the tyrant was comfortable enough putting his cock into the mouth of a Bhaalspawn, then he could handle having his ass licked. Now, with Gortash at their mercy, Durge was determined to show him what he was missing.

Applying more pressure, Durge pressed the tip of their tongue past the threshold of Gortash’s ass, dipping inside him. At this, Durge could not hold back their own lewd moan, only distantly registering the mewls that were now escaping Gortash. Thrusting shallowly with their tongue, Durge drank in as much of Gortash as they could, their own breaths now coming quickly.

Durge could feel the first tingles of the Urge rising within them at the new taste of the tyrant, and forced themselves to pull away from Gortash’s ass with an annoyed groan. A pitiful sound escaped Gortash’s throat in question.

“Such a good boy for me,” Durge hummed, deflecting. Gortash moaned again, doing his best to move within his restraints to buck into Durge’s hand, desperation driven by the loss of Durge at his asshole.

“Told you you’d like it,” Durge taunted, sticking one of their own fingers into their mouth. When it was appropriately slick, they brought it to the rim of Gortash’s ass before pushing it in. A sharp cry, followed by another sob, escaped the lord.

Durge thrust their finger into Gortash’s asshole, adding a second finger before long. In their other hand, Gortash’s cock was straining painfully; his tip was red and raw and dripping pre cum. Durge leaned forward to lick the sweet liquid, before bringing their mouth back down to Gortash’s balls. They were insanely tight, and Durge almost found it difficult now to suck them into their mouth.

“Please,” a loud plea shot through the sounds of their fucking, Gortash losing all sense of tyranny.

Durge groaned, and with a few more thrusts, Gortash’s orgasm violently hit him. Cock in hand, Durge was sure to angle him so that the lord’s own cum decorated his bound body. Durge smirked as they guided Gortash through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“Covered in your own cum?” they laughed, “See what happens when you don’t take a break, lordling?”

Gortash didn’t respond, still frantically panting. Durge slowly made their way up his body, licking up each drop of cum along the way. When they reached his face, Durge captured his lips in a sloppy kiss, forcing Gortash to taste himself. When the pair finally broke apart, all Gortash could manage was a whisper against Durge’s lips.

“Maybe…we can do that again some time.”

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