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Profaned [Enver Gortash x Dark Urge]

After satisfying her dark urges with blood and carnage, Durge feels the need to visit Gortash. She knows where to find him, she comes to him almost every night. She gives herself to him, on his desk, letting him defile her body and poison her mind. Her Father is obviously not very happy about that.

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Rating: E Category: F/M Word Count: 2 722 Warnings: blood, violence, mentions of death… it’s Dark Urge, you know what you’re getting yourself into

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Big thanks to @ugh-my-back for beta-reading ❤️❤️❤️

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It was one of these nights when the opportunity to plunge her dagger into the flesh of an innocent and spill their blood presented itself, and her dark urges were howling to take up on it. An easy prey - a lonely man who had one cup too many at the tavern, too drunk to care who he was going to bed with - but satisfying nonetheless. Her blade was quick, her hand steady, mind focused on turning a mere lower city peasant into a work of gruesome art. A pretty corpse, eviscerated and brutalized beyond recognition, left on the street to be viewed and admired.

With her urges silenced and Father pleased, she took one final look at the bloody mess at her feet, ready to retreat to the Temple. But she was not satisfied yet. The moment her blade had started stabbing and blood had spouted from the man’s wounds something stirred deep inside her, a need that any amount of blood spilled and corpses mutilated could not satiate. A desire to be touched, filled, tainted. Unadulterated carnal lust.

There was only one man in this wretched city that could quench her thirst and lucky for her, he was always more than happy and willing to defile and ruin his favorite bhaalspawn. All she had to do was pay him a visit.

She knew that the first place she should be looking for Gortash at such a late hour was his workroom at the Steel Watch Foundry. His beloved playground, the temple of his brilliant mind and unrivaled genius, as he called it. This man sure thought very highly of himself, and not undeservedly, but he was just a man, constricted by the limitations of his mortal body. Limitations he stubbornly tried to ignore. Like, he had a very bad habit of overworking himself to the point of literal passing out on his desk.

She passed through the foundry yard completely unnoticed, effortlessly evading the Steel Watchers patrolling the site. It was always ridiculously easy to remain unseen and she mentioned to Gortash several times that maybe their perception and surveillance abilities needed some improvement. But more likely they couldn’t spot her because she had her skills. And a lot of experience in avoiding them. She also had a hunch that Gortash programmed them specifically to not stop her. He would rather keep most people at a distance, but her presence was always welcome and greatly enjoyed.

She slinked into the building and moved through the main hall. From the balcony leading to the back of the foundry she could see Gortash’s precious slaves, the Gondians, working downstairs on assembling yet another Steel Watcher for the Lord’s army, and some visibly bored banites, supervising them. No one paid attention to her presence and she was very grateful for that. Most of Gortash’s high-ranking subordinates knew her and, more importantly, they knew how unwise it was to stand in her way. But these ones looked like mere lackeys, meaning they would surely try to stop her. Her Lord hated when she made a mess in his playground. And he hated losing his assets even more.

She found him exactly where she expected him to be at this hour, and how she expected him - in his workroom at the back of the building, at his desk, poring over some notes. There was a lot of papers scattered around him, both on his desk and on the floor. He was so engrossed in reading that he didn’t even notice her enter the room, despite her not being particularly stealthy about it.

She stepped down the metal stairs, soundlessly, like a prowling predator, eyes set on tonight’s prey. She was closing in quietly, her moves slow and deliberate, like she was afraid he was about to flee the moment he spotted her. He would never run from her. Gortash was probably the only person out of her congregation not scared of her, despite knowing what she really was. A vicious murderer, cold-blooded assassin, perfect tool in her Father’s sinful hands. A monster.

He would never see her as such.

He was so oblivious, so unaware of her presence, so defenseless. A perfect quarry. Her dark urges were roaring, begging her to draw his blood. And she wanted it too, she wanted to hurt him - not to kill, but for pleasure. She yearned to see red stripes on his olive skin, ached to smell his delicious blood, taste it when he was pounding her dripping cunt…

“Enver.”

He raised his eyes from the paper he was currently reading and locked them with the figure standing in front of his desk. He looked like snapped out of a trance, disoriented and still a bit absent, slowly coming back to reality.

“My favorite assassin!” His concerned expression turned into joy when he realized it was her. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you coming.”

“I figured.”

“What brings you here at this late hour?”

“So you know what hour it is? You’re overworking yourself again, sitting here doing gods know what, probably skipping meals and your night rest.” He was definitely not resting properly, or rather at all, his bloodshot eyes and dark circles under them testified to that.

Not to mention his disheveled hair, rumpled shirt stained with machine oil, and days worth of stubble. He had an image to maintain and would never show publicly looking like that, meaning he probably hasn’t been outside for days.

“You look like shit.” Deliciously wrecked, she wanted to say. “How long have you been here? It’s unhealthy how obsessed you get with your work sometimes, you know?”

“Am I hearing concern in your voice? So you came here to check up on me and make sure I’m taken care of?” He taunted her, a smug smile plastered on his face. “I’m flattered, my dear.”

“You know what I want when I stoop to look for you in this hole.”

She circled his desk, dragging her nails across its surface. She was like a wild cat, ready to pounce, eyes never leaving her prize, now sitting comfortably in his chair. He was watching her with anticipation, as if expecting her to jump at him any second.

“Maybe I do. But I want to hear it from you.” Another smile tugged at his lips when she stopped in front of him. Despite his current position there was no doubt that he was the one in charge here, his voice full of confidence and authority. “Why are you here?”

His warm palm caressed her inner thigh, encouraging her to utter out what he already knew.

“I need you to fuck me.”

“Need? Gods, I love when you’re so direct.”

His hand rested on her thigh completely still now, so close to where she wanted it so much yet so tantalizingly far. He was teasing her, she knew that, waiting for her to make a move, tell him what she desired. Or better, beg for it. But she was in no mood for his games, so she took his hand and guided it up her leg, looking at him with a warning in her eyes.

His fingers finally brushed her crotch, then again and again, with more pressure, and that was not enough. She needed to fully feel him. So she swiftly unbuckled her leather pants and shimmed out of them, exposing her beautiful legs and black underpants, covering her already wet entrance.

“Impatient, aren’t we?”

“Do me a favor, just shut up and put that lovely mouth of yours to a better use.” To show him what “use” she had in mind exactly she sat on his desk and spread her legs, shooting him an inviting glance. And to make sure he caught her meaning, or maybe just to assert temporary dominance, she put her hand on the back of his neck, with the clear intention of guiding his face between her legs.

She didn’t have to encourage him any further though. He tugged her underpants aside and gave her slit a languid lick, then buried his tongue between her slick folds.

Gortash had many talents and giving head was definitely one of them. His technique was immaculate, every stroke of his tongue precise and calculated. And he knew all too well how to make her squirm. He focused his attention on her clit, fondling the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue while his fingers played with her folds and caressed her entrance. But he never let her enjoy herself too much, stopping his ministrations every time she was close to coming, that bastard. She grinded against his face in a desperate attempt to get more friction, but he kept her still. She pressed her nails into his scalp to remind him who he was dealing with and coerce him to give her what she wanted, but he was relentless.

He was the tyrant, he was the dominant one. He was to decide when she was going to come.

“Fuck it, enough!” She yanked his hair, forcing him to leave her pussy and look at her. He looked like a mess, with his cheeks flushed and her juices dripping down his chin, breathing heavily like he just raced to his estate in the upper city and back. His eyes were clouded with lust and she knew that her time in charge was over, now he was going to have his way with her and use her as he pleased.

And that was exactly what she wanted.

He got up and claimed her lips, pressing his firm body against hers. She could taste herself on his tongue when he was kissing her hungrily, and she felt his hands caress her sides, roam up and down her back and finally grab her ass. And yet, all she could focus on was his still clothed cock, pressing against her thigh. She took pride in how hard she could make him without even touching him, just by letting him kiss her and eat her out.

She wanted to feel his body under her palms. Her skilled fingers unbuttoned his shirt without even looking, button after button, and swiftly shucked it off, letting it fall to the ground. Her hands explored his broad chest, his toned stomach, enjoyed his body hair tickling her skin. And Gortash could finally take a moment to play with her breasts. He cupped them eagerly and rubbed her already erect nipples, making her moan into their steamy kiss.

Her mind was foggy with arousal, her cunt throbbing and begging to be filled. She grinded herself against him, hoping to prompt him to finally fuck her. She felt his dick twitch in response in his trousers, but Gortash wasn’t done playing with her yet.

“You are mine.” He purred in her ear, his fingers stroking her neck like he was about to choke her. “And you will be patient.”

When his hand finally found its way to her crotch and his fingers rubbed her folds she nearly came on the spot. He played with her slickness for a while, careful to avoid her clit, and when she was nothing more than a whimpering mess, writhing under his touch, he finally freed his cock and thrust into her, burying himself deep in her heat.

He grabbed her waist for better grip, his thumbs digging painfully into her skin, and rammed into her cunt with full force. Every thrust of his hips was composed and confident, just like he was, hitting that right spot inside her that made waves of immeasurable pleasure spread through her entire body. He knew exactly how to make her shiver with ecstasy, how to make her think of nothing else but him, yearn for him, sin for him. He pounded into her and she rolled her hips in response, desperate to get even more of him, nothing else but his name falling from her lips, like a prayer to a god she was forbidden to worship.

Every second of his unholy flesh touching her was a profanation of her sacred body, every thought of him a blemish on her perfectly shaped mind. Every thrust of his hips felt like a blasphemy against her Father and even now she could feel his ire. She was a disappointment, degrading herself squirming and moaning under that filthy banite. So unbecoming to someone of her lineage. Before she met him she was an ever-obedient child, fulfilling her Father’s will in earnest and never daring to cross him. A perfect tool ready to bring this world to its knees in his name. Now she knelt before a mortal man. It was hard to believe that she desired Gortash more than Bhaal’s vicious love. More than she feared him.

But she couldn’t change what she was, she couldn’t escape her purpose: the sole reason of her existence was to execute Father’s will. He demanded her to take Gortash’s life, to prove her undying devotion and slaughter that man upon his altar. And she would, like she had promised many times before, but not yet. She will slit his throat when everyone in this plane lays dead, leaving the two of them the last people alive. He will die right before her. With her.

The thought of his blood spouting profusely from his wound, staining the altar and pooling on the Temple’s floor made her shiver with excitement. Her dark urges awoke again, demanding her to hurt him, mark his skin, draw his blood. And she couldn’t fight it, not with his cock slamming into her cunt with an obscene slapping noise, and him groaning and panting in her ear.

Her hands itched to tear his flesh apart when her claws scratched his broad back, leaving red streaks on his beautiful skin. He moaned and she kissed him hard, him being so vocal drove her absolutely insane, and bit his lower lip. His blood tasted divine on her tongue and she lost herself in the sensation, lapping at the warm liquid. Gortash clearly enjoyed it too, his dick throbbing fiercely inside her a being proof to that.

He was close, she could feel it. His pace became uneven, his groans desperate, thrusts frantic. She loved to see him like that, losing his usual composure, becoming a servant to his carnal desires. He came with her name on his lips, spilling his warm seed deep inside her clenching cunt, holding her close against his body.

She came moments later, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

No matter how violent their sex was, the aftercare was always gentle and affectionate. She cupped his cheek and he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling tenderly. He kissed her forehead, her brow, her nose, and then landed a soft kiss on her lips. She could still taste his blood but her thoughts stayed clear, as her urges were finally satiated and asleep again.

“As much as I love when you take me on your desk, we should make a rule to fuck only on your bed from now on.” She broke the silence when he finally pulled out of her and helped her get her underpants back in their place.

“What? Why?”

“Because maybe then you would be there regularly.”

“You’re not dropping it, aren’t you?”

"Is it that hard to believe that I really care that you don't overwork yourself to death? Who would fuck me this good then?" She added quickly, pulling her pants on.

“Ah, so you only need me because sex with me is great?”

“I need you alive to stand by my side. Just like you need me.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. “We have a world to take over and rule together, remember? None of us could do that alone.”

He kissed her again and she promptly kissed him back. It was slow and passionate, full of affection and reverence, and something she also felt every time she thought about her destiny and not having to face it alone. Gratitude for having each other.

It was his unspoken promise to remain at her side and never leave her alone. Together, they will conquer. Together, they will rule. Together, they will stand against the world.

She could feel her Father’s fury.

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sakurainhellagain · 2 months

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OC profile: Sakura

Got tagged by @daemon-in-my-head (tyvm ❤️),

tagging @bhaalbabebardlock and @pixie-in-a-moonlantern if you want 😄

Basics

Full name: Sakura, because she can´t remember her own name and Enver suggested he would call her like that.

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Pronouns: She/her

Other:

Father: biological; Bhaal, adopted; -

Mother: biological; Bhaal, adopted; not really adopted, but rescued from a rich woman who transferred her to Baldur´s Gate. The woman taught her several skills and looked after her, but not as a mother would do.

Siblings: biological; Sarevok Anchev, adopted; - but there were other kids living with her in the house which belonged to the rich woman.

Birthplace: In a village near Uwaji, capital city of Wa. Bhaal thought she would be safer in her first years if she grows up far away from Baldur´s Gate.

Job: As kid she learned to dance and she performed on stage, working for the woman who rescued her. Later she became the leader of the cult of Bhaal.

Phobias: Loosing control over herself, to be useless

Guilty Pleasures: loves to dance, enjoys nature (night and day), fashion

Alignment: sometimes chaotic evil, sometimes chaotic neutral. She struggles most of the time because she doesn´t know what she wants.

Sins: greed, wrath and also murder, vivisections, extortion (everything that gets her faster to her goal)

Virtues: loyality to her allies, very skilled at murdering

This or That:

Introvert/Extrovert: She can be both, depends on her mood

Organized/Disorganized: Organized, because she had to learn it as a kid

Close-Minded/Open-Minded: open-minded, else she would have had difficulties with a whole new culture far away from her homeland.

Calm/Anxious/Restless: Calm, she rests in herself for the most of the time

Disagreeable/Agreeable/In-Between: As kid agreeable, but the older she gets the more in-between it is.

Cautious/Reckless: Cautious most of the time. She enjoys watching other people interact, but if it is not the outcome she wants she goes in between.

Outspoken/Reserved/In-between: In-between, because she is curious and sometimes she can´t keep her mouth shut.

Leader/Follower/Flexible: Flexible, but prefers to follow

Empathic/Unempathic/In-between: Empathic, she knows exactly how the others feel and uses it for her advantage.

Traditional/Modern/In-between: Mostly traditional, but sometimes she wants to try something new.

Hard working/Lazy: Hard working, because her past life consisted of hard work. But she knows her limits and stops if it is too much.

Relationships:

OTP: Gortash, for sure. There was no one else in her life whom she trusted more.

BrOTP: Astarion, because he reminds her of someone and he has no problem with murder. Shadowheart, she tries to comfort her about the memory loss.

NOTP: This is difficult... uh I guess Wyll? Because she could not understand why someone sells his soul for the greater good and puts the needs of others/strangers over their own.

I don´t know if this makes any sense or if there are inconsistencies. Took me longer as I expected and am tired rn 😴

But I had a lot of fun 😉

#oc: sakura #durge oc #dark urge #bg3 #bg3 durge #durge spoilers #bg3 spoilers #bg3 gortash #durge

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