#i think for gortash it's as much about the voice (who's that of a late 50s man at the time of the recordings) and the way he handles himsel

[bearhugsandshrugs]

everyone saying people who had it rough in life age quicker, i wish i could send you my face and my therapist's notes. my doctor thought i was 25 last week. MY DOCTOR.

i'm 39.

[sserpente]

My little assassin

You share the bed with Gortash after you rejected Bhaal, and the Chosen of Bane makes the mistake of making it known to you that he is rather disappointed in your decision. Perhaps he needs to be reminded of his place...

A/N: I’ve done it. It’s too late now. Gortash wrapped me around his finger. Oh well. Enjoy this little piece. It’s literally based on a dream I had and when I woke up, I was like… 😲 I have to write this!

Words: 710 Warnings: implied smut, mentions of death, blood, murder, decapitation and necrophilia, evil Durge!Tav/Reader (duh)

It was strange, the concept of freedom. Considering all your sins, it was a feeling soaked in both relief and uncertainty to know that the next time your weapon struck, it would be because you willed it so—not because the God of Murder urged you to carry out his bloodthirsty message to the world. But for the first time in too long… you felt at peace, bathing in the silence this new-found freedom brought.

With an audible sigh, you stretched your naked body in the soft satin sheets. Dusk was near, you could see the last sunrays retreating and slowly drowning Gortash’s chambers in comfortable and soothing darkness.

For just a moment, everything felt right. Like you’d never been gone, never been backstabbed by Orin, never been abducted… never ended up with a damn tadpole in your head… never suffered from amnesia.

Your memories were taking their sweet time to come back to you still. But you were getting there. Bits and pieces, crumbs of information your own brain was withholding from you began to form a bigger picture.

If there was one puzzle piece, however, that had already fallen back in place, it was that Enver Gortash and you shared a history that went well beyond an amenable alliance. You were rather unfamiliar with the concept of love and so was he. What you had was a filthy connection made of lust, greed, and lechery. But you liked him—more than you wished to admit. There was no doubt you would viciously slaughter anyone who dared to touch him. Only one person was allowed to kill or fuck him—and that person was you.

“Tell me, what are you thinking about, my little assassin?” His raspy voice was accompanied by the faint rustling of the bed sheets as he turned to face you.

“You. Me. My past. The life that lies ahead of me now that I’m free to do what I wish.”

“Is that so…” he responded with slight dismay, “In all honesty, my dear, it’s a shame you rejected the God of Murder. To be Bhaal’s Chosen… an honour and a responsibility that would have kept you invincible… and more powerful than ever, fit to rule by my side.”

The sudden anger surging within you felt like daggers made of ice boring into your chest. Enver was many things but he was no fighter. He was a cunning politician with a hand for charming people into what he wanted. Before he even had a chance to react, you had already pinned him down on the mattress, straddling him. Your hand closed around his throat, squeezing just hard enough to cut off his air supply but not hard enough to keep him from speaking.

“Do you think I turned good? That I want to become a hero now? That I rejected Bhaal because I could no longer bear the thought of my sins? Oh no,” you spat, “From now on forth, my sins are my own, not Bhaal’s. You’d do well to remember that and respect my decision, Chosen of Bane because as much as I enjoy the idea of your warm corpse drenching the sheets in blood, I’m not much for necrophilia.”

Enver swallowed, and you could feel his Adam’s apple dance beneath your palm. There was a sliver of panic in his dark eyes—it was one thing you liked about him. He’d never underestimate you or what you were capable of. “Of course. You can… let go now, my little assassin.”

You obeyed—for it would indeed be a pity if your renewed companion withered away so quickly. You had no intention whatsoever to kill him just yet, if ever. Still, when you voiced your threat to give your hazardous anger a vent, you knew deep down that you were not lying. “Do not question me again or I will start questioning whether your head should remain attached to your body.”

Gortash laughed, a sound you enjoyed for it usually expressed his admiration for your ruthlessness; and just like that, another snippet of information dripped into your mind. You remembered. You used to enjoy him praising your cruel savagery. You made a good team, you and him. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[aladaylessecondblog]

i embrace what others fear (good tav x gortash pt 2)

TW: Tav is lonely and one of the voices isn't so nice anymore. Smut.

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to lady gortash, I don't know what you said to the temple but I got to sleep in a real bed with a feather pillow! it felt weird. mother says it's because we was on the road too long and I'll get used to it.

The next three letters were carefully written with the stiff pen strokes of children who were still learning to write their letters but by gum were they going to write anyway.

the teacher says we must say thank you. because there is a publik pubblic a school for everyone because of you. I don't like numbers but we get to play games and i like reading about heroes in the books.

too lady gortash, the new clothes are itchy but they donn't got holes

my flower is not sick anymore! thank you.

When Tav doubted she'd done the right thing, she brought out these letters to ease her mind. Four months had passed since the wedding, and they had been some of the loneliest of her life. Oh certainly she was surrounded by enough people that it need not be so, but her friends, those whose company she wanted most--

--letters were all she had of them, with some colder than others.

You should see what Karlach has done with Moonrise Towers. It's a wonderful if noisy place to spend time, perhaps not best for studying...but I am improving the library. Karlach seems to enjoy reading now she doesn't have to worry so much about setting the books on fire, Gale had written.

We thank you for the restoration of our hideout, but it was not necessary. Please do not feel obligated to shower us with such attentions, especially if (as I guess) your husband may be displeased by it. I am sure you have his concerns very much at heart, Jaheira wrote. But if you travel, I would be happy to see you again.

That sort of thing she had expected from Jaheira, from whom she had never expected that much warmth--she didn't know the woman that long or that well. Shadowheart didn't write at all, but others wrote OF her, and how busy she was learning Selunite magic from Isobel (who was settling into the House of Healing with Aylin). Karlach's letters were always long-expected and always short.

Lot of work to be done, but don't feel obligated to run and help us. You're busy enough as it is, said her last, I imagine you do it to keep out of his way as much as you can. I was in Rivington last month, and they were singing your praises...so I guess you have managed to make something of this.

The only truly warm letter she had gotten of late, from any of them, was from Wyll. She'd written him a letter after Karlach's last, and his reply came with assurances that he didn't see her any differently for what she'd done.

You do what you think is right, you do what you see will help people, and judgment follows. This is unfortunately the way things go sometimes--well I know it. I know I did not sound pleased by it, and really, I wasn't--I don't think anyone was--but I won't judge you for making this deal. You did what you could to save everyone from the tadpoles...including my father. I'm only glad he never knew what I almost agreed to in order to save him.

It did surprise me to hear Karlach didn't inform you she was making a trip to Rivington, especially since Shadowheart came with her...

That had hurt more than Tav thought it would. That two of her friends had been there, had been that close, and hadn't even thought to tell her they were there. She was in Rivington nearly every day for some reason or another...it would have been EASY to get hold of her!

She ached. She ached for a conversation to see how they were doing, for talk of something that didn't have to do with the goings-on of Baldur's Gate, for companionship from those she'd gone through so much with.

But since Gortash, it seemed most of them wanted little to do with her, as if he were a poisoned dagger they were afraid she'd turn on them.

Tav folded her arms on her desk and put her head down. She'd been back in her quarters looking over the letters in her dressing gown, and despite how relatively early in the afternoon it was she found herself tired.

Her mind drifted.

Dealing with Gortash himself had, strangely, been much easier than she thought it would.

Tav did not see him too frequently during the day unless there was some event she was required to join him for. In which case, he put on all the airs and gave off every indication that their marriage was a happy one. A soft kiss on the hand here, a smirking whisper in the ear there...

(She would sometimes hear the ladies at court gossiping about how lucky she was, and the men joking about the hold she had over him)

Had he been Astarion or Halsin she would have been delighted, but as things stood she found herself increasingly hoping he'd stop doing it...

...because she was beginning to enjoy it, and she wasn't quite sure when that had happened.

With as intolerably rude as everyone has been, I suppose I can't blame you for it, Astarion's voice said suddenly, He falsifies affection even better than I did. But do try to remember it's only a trick...

Of course, she thought, of course it's a trick. He wants to ensure he doesn't wake up with a knife in his back.It's not REAL.

Nothing like what you had with us, love. That was something special, something I flatter myself you could never find with HIM.

Gortash had kept to his word regarding the steady flow of coin to do her charitable works, though he did now and then admonish her for not spending more on finery. An Archduke's wife should look the part, he'd said. She had caved just slightly and bought several gowns with a nauseating amount of brocade silk and lace, and to sweeten things further had taken to wearing more gold-colored fabrics trimmed with black thread. An inversion of his own favored color scheme but similar enough that it pleased him.

A thing which followed into their sex life.

That first night Tav had spent with Gortash had set the tone for all of their future couplings and she found (with no small amount of shame) that she enjoyed it. Lengthy days of working at her several causes, or dealing with catty nobles left her mentally exhausted, so yielding without the need to think was...

(And the fact that those lingering voices of her two loves stopped when she was in his bed helped too. Everything painful just...stopped...when she was beneath him.)

Gortash didn't ask it of her very often, either. Usually once a week, sometimes twice. He hadn't been lying when he said he didn't have the typical man's need for frequent sex...at least, not that she knew. Maybe he was going to Sharess's Caress twice a day without her ever knowing. But when he came to her chamber, or ask her to his, it always followed that he was the dominant one--no matter which of them was on top. Soft scolding if she 'disobeyed', praise for doing as he asked...but if she said no to an evening with him, that was the end of it.

I need him to stop making it good, she thought, I need the kindness to stop, I need him to be that vicious evil cunt he's always been.

Why was he behaving like this? It didn't make any sense, but she found herself relaxing over it more and more, growing used to those lingering touches and saucy looks and little orders.

He may not love you, but he certainly likes you, Halsin's voice spoke in Tav's mind, That cannot be a positive thing...

Oh, it is no sin to make nice with the one who could ruin it all if they wanted to, came the reply in Astarion's voice.

But it is to be a bedfellow with evil.

"I didn't want to," Tav murmured, "Believe me, I didn't want to, but there weren't a lot of other options."

You didn't need to go this far, Halsin's voice accused. You could have taken the netherstone yourself.

"He knows how to use them, it was..."

A wounded bird may be caged, but you had the choice, my heart. You have done this to yourself.

Tav took several deep and shaky breaths, but the misery finally overwhelmed her. She burst into tears and sobbed on the desk.

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...shuffling of paper beside her...

Tav shifted in her seat, and realized she'd fallen asleep. The light that had been merely waning outside was now turned to full night, and the room would have been dark if not for the fireplace at the far end of the room. She sat up, mumbling and rubbing the sleep from her red eyes said, "Sorry, Berlina, I...I had a lot to do..."

But it was not the chambermaid beside her. It was Gortash, and he was holding Wyll's letter.

She reached up to take it and he lifted it just a little higher. She didn't think it a good idea to snatch it, and waited--certain anger would be coming, in some way or another.

It didn't.

"Apologies," he said quietly, handing the letter back after he finished reading it. "But seeing as it was from the Grand Duke, I wanted to be sure you weren't planning anything."

"That wouldn't solve anything," Tav replied, rubbing her eyes. "I have no reason to be plotting against you."

"No reason? Really?"

My heart, are you so blind as to shut your eyes to everything?

No, Tav thought, No, I'm only saying that to keep him happy. To make him THINK I'm being foolish.

Good work, darling, Astarion's voice said then, Men like him are easy to keep happy.

"We've an understanding I don't want to jeopardize," Tav finally said, "And if I WERE to plot against you, I wouldn't be stupid enough to use notes."

There was a dark chuckle then, and as she got up Gortash moved the chair she'd been sitting in aside and stood in its place.

"That almost sounds treasonous, my dear."

That tone, Tav knew that tone. There was an edge in his voice but he wasn't angry...he was playing at it. He was testing the waters, to see if she was...in the mood. Much like the way he spoke out of the bedroom, he danced around the main point of their...amorous activities, and never asked outright.

But if she doubted his intent at all, there would always come a touch that confirmed it. Today it was his hands on her hips and a slight push against hers.

"And if it should be? What would the Archduke do to someone who committed such a crime?" She lay her head back against his shoulder--a returning hint of her own. "Would it be off with my head?"

The exhausted grief was still there, and she was eager to banish it, to feel something that wasn't emptiness.

One hand came up, and she felt a slight prick from the steel claws of his gauntlet teasing at her neck.

"It's possible he would be in the mood to forgive. I've heard his day has been full of politics and fools and rebellious fires to snuff out. So," The claw on his glove's forefinger traced over her pulse, "Perhaps if this treasonous woman makes amends, the Archduke could be persuaded to show mercy."

Darling, he's so utterly predictable, isn't he?

It was easy, so unutterably easy, to stay slack, to cast out the doubt, to simply obey.

(She could practically FEEL Halsin glowering at her from some unseen point. When had his voice in her mind turned so cruel?)

To obey evil is to let it win.

"Or," Gortash took a seat in the chair he'd moved, and tugged her down into his lap, "Perhaps that would be too generous, and he should treat a traitor as such."

"And if that traitor thinks she has done right?"

"Then she needs to be reminded," he whispered in her ear, "That HER sense of right is not the one that matters."

There was a slight laugh then.

"The Archduke must think everything belongs to him," Tav replied in a mildly defiant tone. "He should be willing to prove it, if he truly thinks it is so."

In silence Gortash opened her dressing gown and bared her body to the open air; a second later the gauntlet's claws were gripping at one of her breasts.

She tensed slightly, and felt him smirk against her neck as he went on. The claws were a slight stinging pain and yet--and yet there was something about that pain that aroused her.

"No undergarments at all? My, my, perhaps mercy is in the cards after all. But you're being a bit lazy...I believe you'll need to work for it."

She would've reached for his cock but he was still fully dressed with her atop him. She shifted about to at least move her hand over the forming bulge, but Gortash tugged her hand away with his bare one, and placed it between her legs.

"I'd far rather you be prepared to take me," he whispered in her ear, "So go on. Make yourself ready."

The hatred Tav had felt at first when these things would happen was not as strong as it had once been. What good was it to fight, especially when the result felt so good? When she found herself wanting it anyway?

With his hand still over hers, she obeyed, stroking carefully. Awkwardly at first, with occasional little whimpers from the small pain of being groped by that gauntlet. When she thought she was wet enough, she made to pull her hand back--but he pushed it back down.

The whisper that came next was dark, insistent, and by the GODS did it stoke the fire in her belly...

"Did I tell you to stop? I thought you were eager to please."

A slightly tighter grip from the gauntlet, a reminder...

Tav started to stroke herself again, circling and pressing against her clit. She was breathing a little more roughly a minute or two later, when she brought her fingers down and thrust them inside her. A moan sounded off, and she heard a chuckle from Gortash.

The gauntlet moved up, and those claws traced at her lips, pushed just slightly on her lower lip. She opened her mouth and in two of those claws went--gently, but pricking at her tongue. With nothing else to do with it and the heat building in her core, she found herself sucking at the claws.

"Oh, very good," he praised her, "You see, this is what I enjoy coming back to of an evening."

His other hand pressed at the one of hers between her legs, encouraging her to go more quickly.

"I could pay a whore for this, certainly, but...there's nothing quite so sweet as obedience from someone who does it on her own."

A smirk against her neck.

"But this isn't enough for you, is it?"

Tav was zoning out--pleasure was leaping in her gut the longer her fingers teased her clit and worked inside her. The lusty heat was rising, the pleasure along with it and the desperation to race to climax--

Just when she could practically taste it, Gortash pulled her hand away. She squirmed and tried to bring her hand back down, but he wouldn't allow it. The gauntlet was drawn back, two of its fingers absolutely soaked, letting her finally speak again.

"Please--"

"I've decided it's time for you to stop," he said, gripping tightly at her wrist, using the strict tone of voice he always did at these moments. "Are you planning to tell me no?"

"I--"

Tav relaxed as best she could, but the denial of that burning need was agonizing. Fifteen seconds, then thirty...

"Very good," he praised, and Tav couldn't stop the good feeling that came from hearing those words. What WAS that? She didn't know, but she wanted more of it. Wanted more of the almost gentle way that dangerous set of claws were stroking at her neck, the way he was holding at her wrist. Tenderness and a firm hand at the same time. "Now stand up and lean over your desk."

She moved up, her dressing gown still hanging open, and leaned over the desk. Behind her there was a by-now familiar sound--the slight jangling sound of Gortash removing his belt, followed soon after by the sound of shifting fabric.

(Strangely, while he preferred her either nude or close to it, Gortash didn't seem to favor it for himself.)

A sudden thrust of his cock--no warning--forced a moan from her throat as the sudden intrusion spread and filled her perfectly. It was almost painful to want more, and not to get it. The thrusts that followed were certainly pleasurable, but too slow. She wanted, no, needed him to fuck her faster.

But he didn't. Gortash's easy pace stayed just that as his hands moved down--the gauntlet covered hand stayed at her hip, while the other moved between her legs. Just as he gave another thrust he stroked--

It was like lightning in her belly, the sudden leap of ecstasy. Lightning that struck and brought pleasure with it, but left her wanting when it was gone.

"Oh," Tav moaned, "You...utter tease..."

He pulled back and pushed forward, as hard and deep as he could. The fevered sound that it drove from her lips was even more whorish than the first.

"Just what I wanted to hear. Now..." His uncovered hand moved to one of her breasts, and gripping tightly at it he hauled her up and into a standing position. She was leaning against him now, with his lazy thrusts hitting deep enough that she would've let him do anything if only he kept moving.

(She wanted it, wanted HIM, everything he was going to give her)

"Please," Tav found herself begging, "Please, I..."

Gortash's voice turned diabolical, in a way that made her throb, "What do you want, Tav? Tell me. Tell me."

(Why, why, why was she losing control like this?)

He didn't wait for her reply, merely moved the hand he'd had holding one of her breasts down to her abdomen--and now his voice was that familiar, insistent whisper in her ear. "You want a little lord in your belly."

"Please--"

She had never found herself pushed this far before--cried out to be bred in the throes of passion, perhaps, but never did she want it so badly, and never with him.

And then climax tore through her body, a shock of pure unbridled ecstasy that sparked and spread through her body in a rapid surge. She practically screamed out, and shuddered as he kept going through it. Six, seven seconds, more, Tav didn't know; all she knew was that for that short period all was right with the world.

Or at least, she felt heavenly enough to think of nothing else.

Gortash groaned and suddenly stopped--his body gave a shudder of its own--and there was a sudden warm pulse inside her.

For a few moments they stood there, relaxed, basking in the glow of satisfaction. There was a kiss at her jawline, and a soft caress at her belly. Then an amused sort of sound, maybe a chuckle.

He let go of Tav, she stumbled slightly from the shakiness of her legs, and she realized the small wounds his gauntlet had left on her hip were bleeding. She healed them, and after catching her breath could stand up a little straighter.

"Clearly I have been neglecting my duties," he said in a soft tone, "What a terrible husband I would be, if I didn't give you what you so desperately need."

She couldn't respond, but as she retied the belt on her dressing gown and turned around to face him, there was no need.

He kissed her, and for the first time in months she didn't feel so alone.

[bhaalbaaby]

kinktober day 7

Title: Heart On A Silver Platter (3804 words) Pairing: astarion/dark urge tav Warnings: nsfw, biting, ascended vampire lord astarion, dark urges, angst A/N: used a wip to fulfill this. essentially the turning scene after astarion ascends. kinks of the day: teratophilia, hair pulling, scent kink

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Karlach pulls Sarnarei to the side, her brows lowered. Something isn't right. Something hasn't been right since she accepted Bhaal's gift. She's been ignoring that feeling that something is wrong ever since they left the tribunal. Sarnarei isn't her little soldier anymore, there's something sinister growing in her heart. Letting Astarion ascend confirmed it. He flaunts around the inn, holding his head a bit higher, looking down his nose at everyone.

"Don't take too long with her, Karlach. I must speak with my dearest pet." He purrs as he goes to his side of the room. The taller tiefling bristles as she squeezes Sarnarei's hand. She's probably too late for this conversation, too late to persuade her that Sarnarei doesn't have to bend to the will of power, the will of murder.

Sarnarei blushes as she glances over at Astarion letting Karlach take her to a more private area. The rooftop is serene, the smell of fresh flowers fills the air, the smell of food mixing with it. She grimaces. Their first date was up here. Gods, it felt like eons ago. What happened to the woman she fell for?

"Are you feeling alright, Sarnarei? Because things have been odd." Karlach chooses her words carefully, not wanting to upset her.

"Odd?" Sarnarei asks, sitting down on the bench, and patting the space next to her. Karlach stands. "Why the fuck did you let Astarion ascend? You knew what that meant, what it would do to him." Her voice cracks as she tries to keep her anger from bubbling out.

Sarnarei's eyes lower as she looks away. "I... We need him stronger." Her tone is different, scary. It chills her bones. The Urge. "He was weak, pathetic. Needing me to save him all the time. I couldn't be his hero. He needs to be his own."

"He was strong just the way he was, soldier. You were giving him that chance," Karlach flares her nostrils, flames growing in her heart.

"He needed a push so I pushed him. Just like Gortash saw you needed a push, so he pushed you." She sees red at the mention of that man, her tormentor. "He told me all about you, but I forgot thanks to Orin. You're so much stronger than you were, my love."

Karlach stops herself from strangling her, punching the stucco wall. "Did you sleep with him?" Karlach manages to ask, needing the confirmation.

Sarnarei hesitates, snapping out of whatever trance she's in. "Sleep with who?" Her voice is normal, the demonic look on her face gone. Karlach closes her eyes, unable to speak, the next words she has ready are the worst ones she can think of.

"I need to be alone, soldier. For a while." She slams the door, the wall rattling. Sarnarei rubs her head, her headache pounding. The Urges are only getting stronger, she notes as she finally leaves the roof, returning to their room.

Karlach doesn't look at her when she arrives and her heart sinks. Wyll is by her side and he sees his lips moving, but can't hear him. She's unable to wallow in her self-pity as the subject of their conversation approaches.

"Aww, trouble in paradise? Not for long I hope. I have plans for you and we can include Karlach as your cute little watchdog if you would like." Sarnarei's brows furrow as she opens her mouth to tell him to fuck off, but once her eyes meet Astarion's she's charmed.

She laughs softly, rolling her eyes. "I only want to spend time with you, my love." She feels her mouth say, her own will coming through as she adds, "Leave Karlach out of this."

Astarion chuckles, "Of course you want me. I am irresistible and strong. Stronger than I have ever been. And it's all thanks to you, my beautiful consort." Sarnarei glances up at him confused, but lets him speak. "I never imagined I would have such power, but you showed me the way. Imagine what we could do together. The world will tremble at our feet. I only wish to share it with you, my dearest Sarnarei." She looks away, worry rising in her heart. "I could give you the greatest gift. The gift of immortality, makes you the most perfect spawn, no, the most perfect wife." His words are so sickeningly sweet, but she feels so entranced.

"There will be no better love than us together. That's what you want? To be mine forever?" His hands rest on her waist, bringing her closer. He doesn't wait for her answer, his mouth pressing soft kisses on her neck, tempted to bite her. He restrains himself as she rests her hands on his shoulders, sucking on her taut neck. She moans softly as his hands cup her ass in her teal dress. "I promise no harm will ever come your way, well as much as I can with these tadpoles in our head." He adds when she doesn't say anything, her mind is too focused on his touches and kisses.

"Yes..." She says finally, her heart thrumming in her chest. He'd miss hearing how excited he makes her, but the feeling subsides with excitement. His first spawn as Vampire Ascendant, his forever.

He smiles as he pulls away, "Good girl... We should go celebrate your last warm night. But don't worry, there will be more times later." He tosses his head back as he laughs, "I cannot wait to sequester you in my palace and ravish your body for decades." Would he get bored? She wonders as he pulls her closer, feeling his hard cock against her thigh. Maybe not. She guesses as he leads her away to the private room. 

Sarnarei is more nervous than she ever has been with him. Even her first time, her heart's never pumped so quickly. She tries to make it slow down, try to make it not so obvious but he has ears, he knows. He smiles as he reaches behind her, unhooking her dress. She bites her lip as she feels the dress loosen, goosebumps traveling across her skin from the air and his cold touch. She's hyperaware of his temperature, of everything. His hands move to her front, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.

"You'll be perfect forever. How lucky for you." Astarion purrs, gently twisting her brown buttons. She gasps as her brows furrow. "When you are my spawn, you'll also be mine. My consort, my heart." The dress falls to her feet and she feels so exposed. He leans down, brushing his lips against her neck. Her hands rest on the bed behind her, feeling weak as he continues to massage her breasts. "Tell me what you want me to do and I shall make it so." Astarion commands, his hands sliding down her torso, over her bone spikes on her ribs until his hands stay idle on her waist. His red eyes stare into hers, their noses brushing against each other. To have him...

Her morality slips through as she rests her hands on either side of his face. "Are you happy?"

Astarion flares his nostrils as he pulls her closer, taking her mouth with his roughly. Her gasp is muffled by the kiss as he picks her up, guiding her on the bed. "Very. The happiest I've ever been. I'll be even happier when we rule the world, together." His voice is almost a growl as he peppers kisses down her neck. His mouth wraps around her nipple, his tongue lapping at the sensitive bud before he goes to the other. She wants to ask more, doubting her decision, all those lives lost, but what could she do now?

He senses her doubts as he holds himself above her, "Do not worry, my dearest pet. I'm so much better now that I've ascended. You will soon see." He slips two fingers between her thighs, rubbing her clit as he watches her reaction. She curses as she looks away, her legs wrapping around his waist. He doesn't say anything now as she moans. She glances at him from her lashes, his stare intense and the least sexy. She freezes, feeling more like prey than a lover. He doesn't seem to notice or care as he dips his fingers inside of her, smiling as she squirms. She looks past him, up at the ceiling as her hips rock with him.

He leans down as he continues to pump her, pressing his lips against her neck, going up to her earlobe, and sucking on the dangling skin. "I will break you down until you are mine completely, love." The words cause her to shiver, her hands going to his arm as she tries to stop him. He removes his hand, stands up, and removes his clothes. She watches him, digging her nails into her palms. The Urges stay on edge, teetering between letting Astarion do what he would like and ending him. Vampires even Vampire Ascendants are all the same right? She shakes away the urges as he climbs on top of her, kissing her passionately, his cock half-hard on her stomach.

"Please me." Astarion demands as he gets on his back, grabbing her hair when she moves too slowly. She grimaces, holding on to his hand as he pushes his cock towards her face. "Say please." Sarnarei says back, trying to make her tone teasing. He's vulnerable and you can do it with your bare hands...

She closes her eyes as she wraps her hand around him, waiting for him to show some sort of remorse for being rougher than he has been. He rolls his eyes as he loosens his grip slightly. "Of course. Please, darling. Please me," Astarion retorts, sarcasm dripping from his words.

She strokes him, deciding not to give much of an effort. Karlach is right, and she should stop him before he turns her... Imagine how strong you will be as a vampire.

She opens her mouth letting him use it as he sees fit, his hands going to her curved horns. He uses them as a guide as he fucks her mouth hard, moaning as he hears her gag around his thick shaft. She closes her eyes as she squirms, her tongue swiping up and down against his thrusts. She couldn't lie to herself. She does like being used like this, hearing his lusty grunts, the wetness that seeps between her thighs. Plus he said he loves her. He does love her, right?

She pushes back the intrusive thoughts as he drags her up, his pupils blown. He holds her cheeks between his fingers, forcing her mouth to stay open, her tiefling fangs exposed. "Such a perfect mouth from such a good girl. Only I will get to use this, promise me." She nods, his grip on her face painful. He lets go, pushing her back on the bed.

"What else belongs to me?" He asks, slapping his cock on her pelvis. She moans, her brows furrowing together as he does it again.

"What does?" She asks, coyly, watching as he rubs himself against the ridges on her pelvic bone.

"Your sweet cunt belongs to me. Your womb belongs to me. Your pleasure. All of it will be mine." He states before thrusting inside of her. Sarnarei rests back against the bed, moaning his name. "Say it." His hand rests on her chest and throat as his strokes are slow, and deliberate, grinding his hips once he's fully sheathed.

She can barely think of her name, let alone what he just said. His grip around her neck tightens as he waits for her to repeat him. Her nostrils flare, all the nerve endings awakening as he continues this slow pattern.

"I-I-I belong to you." She whimpers, hoping that he will speed up, her aching hole desperately needs more. He laughs to himself as he does, pounding her into the soft bed. Her little yelps and moans are music to his ears as he leans down, turning her head away from him, and kissing her neck. She knows he wants to bite her now, but he stops himself. He's done it before plenty, but this would be different, so much more different.

"Say that you're mine." He growls in her ear, his cock nestling so deep. She closes her eyes tighter, baring her teeth as she endures the hard thrusts. His nose presses against her skin as he inhales sharply. Her arms wrap around his neck as she arches her back, her hips pressing down on the bed.

"I'm yours!" She cries, the sound of their skin meeting and the bed creaking filling the room. Gods above! He leans back momentarily, his hands firm under her knees as he takes glee in watching himself slide in and out of her warm and wet hole.

"'Till Death Do Us Part?" His voice is steady as Sarnarei can barely keep up, as soon as he's in, he's thrusting out.

She nods quickly, her eyes rolling back. Her tail caresses the back of his thigh, the tip under the crease of his firm ass. "My consort... I can smell how close you are. How much you need me." He rolls his neck as he lets out a low moan, pressing his hips against hers. "So sweet on my nose... You're so beautiful." He moans, leaning back down as she clenches around his invading member.

"I'm so close." She manages to say, his nose running against her neck and up behind her ear. He purrs as he takes another sharp inhale. "You must ask like the most obedient lover you are," Astarion replies, kissing her neck, his teeth grazing her brown skin.

She tenses under his body, her toes curling up. Her tail smacks his ass, possibly on accident, as her mouth dries. How could she speak when he's driving her on the brink of insanity? "Please, please!" It's all she can say, her hands move to his chest, trying to get him to slow down before she explodes. She feels like a ticking time bomb as he keeps her legs up, the angle exposing himself even deeper, finding the spot with the most pressure built up behind it.

"Please what?" He whispers in her ear, grinding his hips against hers, his tip being squeezed by her overwhelmed walls. "Astarion..." She whines, her nails starting to dig into his collarbones.

"Call me Lord Ancunin, my sweet." She makes a face. It's a mouthful when all she wants to do is come undone around his cock. "Lord Aaancuninnnn." She drags out his name as she tosses her head back needing him carnally. "Please let your beautiful consort cum!"

His smile is sharp, his fangs on full display. "Oh, you are so sweet. You may." She melts at the permission, her legs trembling as he picks up his pace, watching as she can barely hold herself together, the way her breasts bounce with each thrust.

"Th-th-thank you milord!" She cries out as shivers run down her spine and goosebumps awaken on her scalp. She keeps her eyes closed, panting loudly trying to catch her breath. He slows for a moment, letting go of her legs as he leans back down, peppering her sweaty skin with kisses up and down her neck and collarbones.

"You're going to be so much fun, my treasure." He whispers, before pulling out. "On your knees." Her mind processes his request, but she's mesmerized, watching as he strokes himself, watching her. She swallows hard as she obeys, her legs barely cooperating as the aftershocks try to take hold.

Astarion smiles as he brings her ass back to him, her body tensing as he easily stretches her again. He grips her tail, holding it as leverage, watching as she cries out. "Astari-" She buries her face into the covers, her words turning into soup as her eyes roll back. Her ass reverberates back against his thrusts, his cock assailing her hole, demanding her to give in to his pleasure. She closes her eyes tight as her hips bounce against him and the bed, the sound sending shockwaves throughout her sweet body.

"Please, please!" Her voice is strained as she lifts her head, the tip of her tail tensing as his grip on her tail tightens. "Gods, I want to fill you with my seed, make you my sweet darling." He moans, his orgasm not too far off.

"Use me, milord. I want just want to please!" She cries out, feeling so intoxicated from his love. Imagine all the pleasure they would amass in the centuries to come. The idea pushes her back to the edge.

"I want to come with you!" She adds, gripping the covers tight in her fists. "Such a good girl..." Astarion purrs, his other hand resting on her waist. He doesn't let up, his groans more pronounced as he pounds into her. "And I shall give you what you want." She lets out a satisfied moan, waiting to feel him finish inside of her, a break in sight.

He grinds his hips against her ass, letting go of her tail and instead, gripping her curved horns to make her come back hard against him. She cries out as her head is pulled back, the hot emission filling her almost instantly as Astarion shudders. "Sarnarei, my love." He moans, pulling himself out after a moment. She smiles, figuring it's over. He rubs his messy cock in between her ass, letting go of her horns. "I'm so happy that this will be mine forever. You'll be the best spawn any vampire has ever created." She grimaces at the statement, hiding it behind a smile.

Astarion sighs before slipping his cock back inside of her. Sarnarei gasps, tensing at the insertion. "We must get a headstart on creating our children." He states, returning to his earlier pace. Her mouth is so dry as she cries.

"Astarion!" She tries to pull her hips away, but he keeps her in place.

"As my perfect spawn, you will obey." He states as she hides her face in the covers, her legs trembling underneath her. He leans down, pressing his body on hers, gripping her wrists. "I want to fuck you in front of the mirror. Your last chance to see yourself." Astarion growls in her ear as she holds on to him tight, his hips pounding into her.

She moans in response, the idea of herself being fucked by someone invisible mind-boggling. He pulls out, getting to his feet. She takes a moment, not having his energy. He chuckles as he helps her up rather roughly and he essentially carries her over to the standing mirror.

"When you're my spawn, you'll have all the energy in the world. You'll be able to keep up." She barely listens as he drags over a bench. "On your knees." He commands. She does as she's told, getting on her knees in front of the mirror. It's jarring, knowing Astarion is there but not seeing him, not even a sliver. He mounts her from behind, his cock fitting like a glove in her slick hole. She moans out as he picks up his pace, matching how fast and hard he was before, not giving her a chance to catch up. She watches herself in the mirror, her tail wrapping around his leg, nothing in the mirror. Her face is pure ecstasy, her whimpers filling the room once more as he reaches down, dragging her up by a fist full of hair. He forces her to watch still in the mirror as his other hand massages her chest.

"You look amazing taking my cock, my pet. You'll look even more beautiful when you become mine forever." He squeezes her hair tighter, her eyebrows knitting together. Another orgasm builds in her stomach. He pulls out without a warning, pushing her to the side as he sits. "I want you to watch as I stretch you." He states, moving the bench even closer to the mirror. She feels so tired as she takes the moment to gather herself. He's come inside so many times, she's come so many times. She can't believe it. He's like an incubus.

He picks her up when she moves too slow again, holding up her legs once he slips inside. She screams out as she watches him fuck her hard. Her overstimulated hole gets stretched out with each thrust by an invisible cock, her feet dangling in the air as he presses his fingers into her thighs. She closes her eyes tight, the pressure building so deep inside. "You need to ask permission, pet."

He's so deep, and seeing herself get fucked by nothing does turn her on. He should have done this before it was her last night with a reflection. "Please let me cum Lord Ancunin!" She cries out, her face scrunching up as he pounds into her without a care in the world. "You may." He says quickly, feeling her contract and explode around him again.

He smiles to himself, his breathing hard through his nostrils. "You belong to me. Only me... Your womb will bring forth so many children..."

The idea of having his children, if that's possible, worries her. If this is how he is when she's still considered living, how will he react when she is his spawn? She'll be compelled to do it. She can feel him getting close again, Gods...

Her cheeks flush and she sniffs, feeling so overwhelmed. Her lips are purplish-red and swollen from his torture, his cock still pumping her. She can't help but stare at the strange sight, how open she is. He digs his fingers into her thighs deeper as he listens to her screams, watching as his invisible cock stretches her hole. "I will make you the most beautiful."

She closes her eyes again, giving in to him. "Yes, Lord Ancunin. I'm ready!" She cries, her brows knitting together.

He pulls out, not finishing as he puts her down on the bench. Her body goes into overdrive, trying to take advantage of this break as Astarion stretches her legs, making her lie still against the quakes.

"I shall drain you of every drop of your blood, my sweet. Own your body... Kill your mind."

She's barely listening as his hand wraps around her neck. "Take me." She says softly, his knee resting between her thighs as he leans down, his teeth finally sinking into her neck.

She gasps, the icy pain much different from before, the restraint he had previously gone as he drinks more and more, her body growing colder by the second, her life slipping through her fingertips. Her eyes are heavy as she grows limp, knowing that in the morning, she shall remain his forever.

[iron-bullogna]

still so surreal to me how excited to write I am. I haven't felt this way since FO4 and DAI. haven't given a shit about any of my OCs this much in years too but I just keep adding to my Durge's lore.

idk why I'm just so stuck on his name but this is all I have for noodling on the idea for now along with some of his lore

all I do know is I want him to have his "name" which is the one he takes for himself and then have whatever his old name was. fairly certain I want his old original name to have been Lysander. I want whatever name his went by before to be one he doesn't learn until he meets Gortash.

but idk I'm thinking of literally just name him...Dirge. he isn't the smartest and all he remembers is the urge so I see it highly likely he would have just told the first person he told him name to "Da...urge..." because I have a feeling he realized how fucked up it sounded as he was saying it and that it probably wasn't a good idea so he hesitated

in my scenario it's Shadowheart that accidentally "names" him. when she hears him say this she asks, "Uh...dirge? as in a lament for the dead?" and he's like "uhhhhhh uh yeah sure."

idk I think Dirge is also fitting because it really is a lament for the dead. his own death. the death of his former life and the beginning of this one. and for the ones who will fall because of him.

also because for my durge his "canon" ending is with Gale in Waterdeep. he leads a pretty mundane but happy life at first. my durge is fighter/bard (he may change but always with a teeny bit of bard) who trains his body relentlessly as a way for him to attempt to reclaim agency over his self. it's one thing he feels truly in control of. because of this (and while he is not much taller than gale) he is exceptionally strong and works as an independent contracted bouncer at a number of taverns in the city. both he and gale have late nights studying and him working.

he carries immense guilt for the lives he has taken, especially alfira's. he has carried lihala's lute with him the entire journey. (i also realized and idk if anyone has already made the connection but those gnolls outside the grove killed lihala right? and weren't those durge's gnolls....so isn't he responsible in a way for BOTH of them dying? ouch.)

because of alfira he discovered he knew how to play in the first place (in my fic series it becomes relevant I swear). ever since she gave him the lute, he would use it to try and remember more, but also as a distraction from the urges. music and gale's voice were some of the only things to ever even come close to numbing or distracting from the urges and the pain.

he kept up playing long after the events of bg3, though privately. gale encourages him nonstop to find his own path and passions in life. whatever hobby durge wants, gale indulges and so they have sooooo many adhd piles of nonsense and rooms in the tower. durge's "lair" is now just an adhd clusterfuck of hobbies. gale just wants durge to be happy, he has more than enough to support them.

he encourages durge to work or have some sort of job or activity outside of the tower, only because he knows it would negatively impact durge's mental health to not interact with others and try and make friendships and connections with people outside of their household (even if gale is incredibly guilty of also lacking in friendships outside of his work colleagues and circle there)

gale knows of durge's hobby of playing lute of course and encourages him to try and play at some of the taverns he has been a bouncer since he already has connections at those places, but it's something durge is very self conscious of.

i haven't decided if he ever will but I am fond of the idea if he does play publicly, him gaining a decent fanbase because he is handsome and fucking ripped yet haunting and fucking sad looking and writes sad songs and people eat that shit up I'm sure (mama please I love him I can fix him!!! vibes)

also, as I said in the tags this is super similar to how I write everything out when I write fanfic. I write the bones out in a very similar way except describing what feelings I want to invoke and a bit more

actually am gonna be saving my bones from 'sapere' which is the second part of my durge/gale series so I can post them here once it is finished in case anyone would find that helpful/interesting/funny/horrifying because it has helped the few people I've explained it too. it's essentially just outlining but so casual and stupid lmao