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It had been nearly a week since you’d entered the city of Baldur’s Gate. Nearly a week since Enver Gortash’s coronation as Archduke. Nearly a week since his proposition, “ Kill Orin and rule all of Baldur’s Gate together. ” Nearly a week since he’d offered you accommodations in his personal manor, Wyrm’s Rock Fortress. Nearly a week since the offer came with an ultimatum, the rest of your party set up in their own private chambers while you were stuck sharing his.
Either that or you all could pay to sleep somewhere else.
At first, they were on your side, especially Karlach who was adamant it wasn’t needed. But of course, Gortash just had to offer a tour, and once the rest of your party realized what would be missing they were a bit less enraged by the proposition. Especially since camp was such a walk away from the city, and sleeping in the woods was getting so uncomfortable. Halsin and Karlach remained firmly on your side, but in the end, you surrendered to the larger appeal for comfort.
Much to Karlach’s displeasure.
And that’s how you ended up sleeping in Lord Enver Gortash’s personal bedchambers, and as much as you hated to admit it, it wasn’t a bad setup. Draped in crimson and gold, with sheets darker than blood. It was a room befitting the Archduke of Baldur’s gate. It also helped that the aforementioned Archduke was hardly ever around, at least in the bedroom. He always crept into bed long after you had and left before the sun rose. However, that didn’t stop him from being a nuisance during the daytime.
He was far too friendly with you, his eyes constantly roving over your body as he snaked an arm around your waist with a tenderness in his voice resembling a lover’s. He seemed intent on convincing all of Baldur’s Gate that there was something between you, the sweetness of his words occasionally caught you off guard as well.
Thankfully Karlach was there to pull you out of it, ripping you away the moment he got too close. You always swore you could see disappointment flicker across his gaze whenever it happened. But you didn’t think about it much, there were far more important things to focus on after all.
That is till the night you found him in your “shared” chambers. Asleep. A pale satin shirt draped loosely over his sun-kissed chest, his hair spiked in every direction looking more like a brothel worker than a bedhead. You had to admit he was attractive, probably one of the most attractive men you’d ever seen. His constant flirtations didn’t do anything to dull that fact either. Pulling you in close and murmuring in your ear like you were the only person in the room.
Soft sweet little things that set your heart a flutter.
You hated it.
But he wasn’t as bad when he was asleep, his tense features melting away into a gentle state. When he wasn’t putting you on guard with his constant teasing he wasn’t terrible. Maybe that’s what inspired you to do something stupid. Or maybe it was that you wanted to get even. Or maybe it was all the bottled-up denial. No matter what it was you went through with it anyway.
You stood beside him, looming over his sleeping figure as your hand reached for his face. Fingertips delicately traced across his defined cheekbones, tickling his five o’clock shadow as they reached down towards his lips.
Soft yet slightly chapped, and so damnably pretty.
Suddenly a hand sized around your wrist, “Hello darling .” His voice was low, gravely with sleep. His tongue swirled languidly around your fingertips as his gaze met yours, glimmering with amusement.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You practically screech, attempting to wrench your hand away only for his grip to tighten as your face flares with color.
He smirks, at least as much as someone with a mouthful of someone else’s fingers could smirk, “I could ask you the same thing, considering you were the one getting handsy with a sleeping man.” He chuckles, forcing your fingers further in.
You quickly sputter for some kind of reasonable excuse as to why you were anywhere near him, but that’s quickly halted as he bites your hand. Hard.
You rip your hand away from him with all your might before striking him across the face. A single solid slap that leaves your hand stinging.
Fuck.
You rush for any kind of apology you can offer to not further aggravate the situation but he’s already grabbing onto you again. Forcing you down onto the mattress as he stares at you with lidded eyes, his gaze dark and lust-heavy.
His face is already blooming a shade of red from where your hand left its mark, he chuckles his breathing labored as he pins you down. “You’re going to need to hit harder than that . ” He hissed, fingers digging into your wrists. You were sure they would be leaving bruises later.
“Or I’ll bite harder.”
You were certain it was a threat, yeah, a threat. That’s why he was staring like he was going to devour you whole. He licked at his lips as you squirmed under his grasp, looking for any opening to escape. For some reason your body was already reacting to him, energy thrumming in your veins as a shiver ran down your spine. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you lurched forward, slamming your head into his to knock him off. As your skulls connected he let out a guttural sound, recoiling off of you as you scrambled towards the door.
He did say to hit harder.
Hopefully, that would be enough for the bastard. You took the opportunity to roll off the bed as he winced back in pain. You raced towards the door, your heart hammering in your chest as you grasped for the handle.
But you were quickly yanked back, arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into his chest. His teeth sank into your neck as he dragged you to the floor. Fuck it hurt . He sucked dark bruises along your collarbone, teeth digging into every bit of exposed flesh he could as his arms constricted around you.
He overpowered you easily, a part of you wondered if he had let you get away in the first place.
You shuddered at the thought. Yeah, the thought , definitely not the way he was playing with you. Making you enjoy this far more than you should have as his hands trailed along your body, you felt like prey.
“Fuck, let me go asshole.” You bucked against him, as he sucked hickies along your skin. There was a low rumble in his chest, he liked this, your resistance. He was having fun.
Goddamn pervert.
“Do you really want that darling?” He asked, voice far too calm for the situation, “I could show you such a good time now that that brat isn’t here.” he mumbled against your skin, seemingly addicted to its taste as he licked over a newly formed bruise.
You laughed harshly, “You’re pathetic,” your tone filled with venom as you turned back to look at him, the insult seemingly having set him into a fervor as he rutted against you, “is forcing yourself on unwilling women what gets you off?” You gasped out, trying to keep your voice steady as his hand finally reached lower, dipping under your panties and beginning to tease around your clit.
“You hardly seem unwilling.” He chuckled, as a stifled sound left your throat, “Already so wet without even being touched.” he circled around your clit gently, the faintest amount of pressure as his hands worked away at you. It was tortuous.
His grip around you loosened as his other hand reached towards your breasts, flicking the sensitive buds between his fingers as his mouth continued to mark its claim.
You were free now, to escape. The grip around you was now easy enough to break free from. You could move as you pleased, yet you didn’t run. Instead, your body writhed against him as he spurred you on, savoring every little noise that left your lips. He worked at you slowly, not even letting his fingers enter you as he played only with your clit. The same gentle repetitive motion allowed you hardly the barest flicker of pleasure till you were reduced to a mess of breathy gasps.
It was maddening.
You couldn’t take it anymore, your hand reached back gripping at the roots of his hair as you yanked him off your skin. “Either you’re going to use that stupid fucking mouth for something useful, or I’m going to leave and actually get myself off.” you hissed, giving his hair another rough tug for emphasis.
A stifled whine left his throat as you pulled on his hair, the erection pressing against the underside of your thigh growing far more evident, “How could I ever refuse you darling?” His voice came out a satisfied rumble, he had been waiting for this moment. Though his eyes were flickering with something close to desperation.
In a swift motion, he scooped you into his arms once more, before making his way to the bed where he placed you down with a tender kiss. Sweet as honey and just as sticky. You hadn’t expected it, it wasn’t unwelcome. Your hand tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer, deepening the kiss as his tongue breached further between your lips. When you finally pulled away for air there was still a string of saliva connecting your lips.
You hardly had time to ask about it before Gortash was already kneeling before you. Prying your legs open as nestled his face into the soft flesh of your inner thighs, beginning to suck new hickies and small love bites as he worked away at you.
Slowly he slipped your panties off, before finally setting to work. A gasp ripped through your lips as his tongue worked deftly at your folds. He lapped away with fervor. As you ripped at the roots of his hair painfully, though he could hardly complain. His mouth was stuffed with your cunt as he lapped away, eager to please you.
His dedication almost surprised you, he worked unrelentingly. You had to say, you liked his mouth a whole lot better when it was used for anything but talking. Your head started to spin as you got closer and closer to climax, you were practically riding his face as he ate you out.
You struggled to keep yourself upright, pleasure jolting through your body in sharp bursts as he thrust his tongue deeper into you. Flattening it to lap at your labia before pointing as he circled your clit. He seemed determined to make you cum with his mouth alone, and he was doing a pretty damn good job at it too.
His pleasured moans reverberated through your body as your nails scraped at his skull for purchase. As if any amount of grasping could pull you down from the high you were experiencing. He drank you deeply, tasting every bit of your pleasure as you collapsed back onto the mattress.
Your back arched and you couldn’t help but scream, thighs wrapping around his head, as you finally reached your peak. Your vision went white as you shattered beneath the weight of the orgasm, the pleasure leaving you a babbling panting mess as you rolled your hips against his face. Using him to ride out your high.
Your legs were shaking, now loosely gripping onto him as he licked his lips, with a low hum. He pressed a final kiss to your clit before standing, stripping off his now-stained shirt, and using it to wipe your residue off his face.
You gazed at him through half-lidded eyes as he slowly began to unlace his pants. You sat up slowly, your whole body still feeling weak as he smirked, “Did you really think we were done my darling?” He chuckled, letting his pants drop before removing his briefs as well.
You quickly caught on, attempting to strip off your nightgown. It was a bit of a struggle but Gortash didn’t complain, instead offering a bit of aid. Once it was finally removed your lips met in a kiss, not as sweet as the one from earlier. But just as passionate, he bit at your bottom lip, the little mewl that fell from your lips only allowing him to lick deeper into your mouth. He kissed you hungrily, tongue lapping everything you offered.
You could taste yourself on his lips.
Finally, he pulled away, leaving you gasping as he kissed down your neck towards your breasts. Unfortunately, he didn’t linger there long. As his lips finally left your body he placed his hand around your waist, giving you a small squeeze as he used his other hand to line himself up with your entrance.
He was bigger than you had expected, but it didn’t hurt. He was making sure of that, inching into you slowly as he held onto your hips, using it as leverage to push himself in further. His breathing was strained as he filled you. You could tell he was holding himself back, working slowly so as not to hurt you.
It was unexpectedly sweet.
You sucked in a breath as he finally pushed all the way in, you were already so full. He thrust shallowly as your body acclimated to his size, you could hardly believe it fit. His grip on your waist tightened, his thrusts still slow as his head lulled back, “ Fuck– you feel so good, I can’t. ” his voice came out fractured, as your cunt clenched around him.
You knew what he wanted, what you both wanted. So you tugged at the sheets, uttering a single command, “Move.”
It didn’t take more than a second before he started fucking into you, and gods did it hurt. He was unreasonably big for such an annoying man. Though you could hardly bring yourself to complain as he began rubbing circles around your clit while he split you open.
His pace was fast, and rough as he rutted into you without hesitation. Soon the pain turned to pleasure and you couldn’t restrain your moans. Loud harsh things that ripped out of your throat with fervor. He dug his nails into your thighs, sure to leave little crescent-shaped marks as you wrapped your legs around him.
You rolled your hips against his cock, the friction reverberating through your body deliciously as he let out a small grunt. His pleasured sounds were low and stifled as if he was trying to hide them from you.
Bastard.
You couldn’t allow that, you began to bounce yourself against his cock. Meeting every thrust, pushing him further inside you. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, still obviously trying to restrain his mouth as you rolled against him.
Then an idea came to mind, or more accurately it was the only other thing running through your mind besides the need to chase your own high.
“ Enver , please.” You moaned, looking up at him with watery eyes. That did the trick, you could hear his breath hitch as his thrusts picked up pace. Sloppy sounds filled the room, matching his equally sloppy thrusts as he rutted into you hungrily.
“Say it again,” His voice was ragged, as he pounded into you unrelentingly, “ my name. ”
Pleasure coiled deep in your stomach as you screamed his name. Over and over, each time being met with a thrust that sent a delicious spark through your body till you couldn’t take it anymore. With a final cry, you came. The flood of ecstasy rolling through your body was immeasurable, leaving you so fucked out you hardly realized he had pulled out of you.
It only took him a few eager strokes before he let out a low, “ Fuck. ” cumming all over your chest before sinking onto the bed next to you.
You had to say, you liked this expression much more than the one from earlier. Lidded eyes, thick with exhaustion from overexertion, the heavy rise and fall of his chest as he came back down to reality, the glossiness of his spit-slick lips, and the way he was marveling at you like you held the secrets to the universe.
You couldn’t help but kiss him.
It was a chaste, gentle thing. Hardly comparable to any of the other events that had transpired between the two of you, and far too tender to fit whatever weird relationship the two of you now had going on.
But instead of saying anything he just pulled you into his arms, nestling his head into your shoulder as he sighed, “Goodnight my darling.” A simple thing tinged with satisfaction that left only one thought running through your head.
You were truly and utterly fucked.