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bearhugsandshrugs · 3 months

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Angry possessive jealous gortash smut where he reminds tav who she belongs to after she gets a little too much attention at an event? I may have sent this already and forgotten, if I did I'm sorry 😭 💗

Oh look, it's another drabble! This somewhat... escalated. But I know you'll like it, 💗 anon

Gortash x F!Tav, Read on AO3

Gortash was seething as he watched the nobles fawn over Tav. Of course he had always known that she would be the center of attention. Especially after wearing that bright red dress that left little to anyone's imagination. But seeing her dance with a patriar, and that rat sliding his hands down so far her lower back his fingertips grazed her ass, made his blood boil with anger.

She was his. His alone.

The worst of it all was that Tav seemed to enjoy herself. She basked in the attention thrown her way, giggled at the compliments; occasionally throwing a knowing glance his way. They hadn't made their affair, or relationship, or whatever they wanted to call it public yet – instead relying on late night visits to each other's chambers – mostly because he hadn't wanted to have her so publicly exposed and potentially endangered.

But that was before he'd seen the consequences of all that, with men and women leering at her, groping at her body, and Tav doing nothing to stop them.

Well. Maybe he needed to teach her some humility. Needed to remind her who she belonged to.

"Had fun tonight?", he smiled dangerously as he later entered her room without warning. Tav turned around, only wearing panties with her dress having pooled at her feet, then bent down to pick up the delicate fabric and hang it over a chair in front of her vanity.

"Yes", she said, slightly irritated. "I take it you didn't?"

She knew him too well already, picking up on his mood changes instantaneously, and she frowned when didn't reply, just licking his lips.

"Tell me, dear, do you like being groped by random strangers while I watch? Maybe even let them use you however they want to? Because if so, that could be easily arranged." He almost growled, bothered by the way she had provoked him tonight, and hoping she would walk into the trap he was so carefully laying out.

Tav snorted. "As if you ever shared me", she chuckled.

"So the answer is yes?" He was looking her up and down, trying to add some extra layers of provocation and challenge to his question.

“Sure”, Tav laughed, calling his bluff. “If we’re ever around a bunch of strangers who want to pass me around, you’re welcome to watch – and join.”

A few weeks later Tav was called into a late night meeting with Gortash and half a dozen of his associates. It wasn’t super unusual, she was asked to attend from time to time to lighten the mood or weigh in on some topics, or simply to network with useful contacts. This time, however, she could tell that something else was going on from the way the atmosphere in the room shifted as soon as she walked in.

Several men all looked at her expectantly, with Gortash lounging in his chair, legs lazily spread out. “Dear, thank you for joining us”, he started, a slight smirk already on his lips. “I’ve called this meeting to remind you of who you belong to.”

Tav scoffed. “Who I belong to? You must be joking. I don’t belong to anyone.” “Well, in that case this is going to be easy for you”, Gortash said with a low voice. “Gentlemen: Begin.”

One of the men grabbed Tav’s waist and pulled her into his lap, holding her firmly against his body with his arm while his other hand moved to grope at her breasts. She gasped, surprised and slightly outraged, but when she saw Gortash’s knowing grin she remembered their conversation after the ball.

Oh. Oh.

He’d arranged this for her. Probably to teach me a lesson, Tav thought, but then she chuckled. Too bad I’m into this shit.

The man whose lap she was sitting on tore at her shirt and bra, exposing her right breast to sounds of approval from the group. Another man bent down to tug at the fabric, making her other breast spill out over the cloth, then pinched her nipple so hard that she gasped.

Tav let her head fall back onto the shoulder of the guy who was holding her down on his lap, his erection pressing into her ass. He immediately claimed the side of her face with his mouth, squeezing her right breast so hard she whimpered. When she opened her eyes, she saw Gortash watch her across the table, wetting his lips.

Someone suggested she’d be shared more widely, so they dragged her onto the large table, tearing at her clothes until her trousers were hanging at her ankles, and her upper body was completely exposed. One man started sucking on her breast, another joined him on the other side, one started undressing her shoes and remaining clothes only to take her toes into his mouth like they were candy, and another one spread her legs until her dripping cunt was accessible to everyone.

Tav moaned freely under the onslaught of tongues and hands, unwilling to put up a fight. Gortash must have known she would like this. They’d talked about it, she vaguely remembered… but why the hells he would think that would make her bow to him, she couldn’t tell.

Someone pushed two fingers into her cunt, and Tav groaned, rolling her hips into the stranger’s hand. Chuckling, another man added his own finger, and then another, stretching her walls with their uncoordinated movements. When a third man’s finger was used to rub her clit, Tav easily spilled over the edge, crying out as she came on three different stranger’s hands.

This was only the beginning. Fingers were exchanged with mouths as her legs were spread and propped up, giving someone access to lap at her clit while another ate out her cunt. One man started to choke her, and Tav’s eyes rolled back. Another man took his lips off her tit and stroked himself until he spilled thick spurts of cum onto her chest. Someone started to smack her tits, and her face, making her cry out in pain and arousal. Fingers scratched over the sensitive insides of her thighs, and eventually, someone used a wine bottle to fuck her until her cunt clenched down so hard around the glass that she released spurts of wetness onto the table.

Tav came again, and again, again; fucked, fingered, eaten, slapped, and choked to completion too many times to count.

The men used her body freely as a dump for their seed, mixing in with her sweat and juices, and Tav’s voice was beginning to strain against the back of her throat from her constant sobs and moans.

“Enough”, Gortash’s voice finally rang through the room. He sounded hoarse, and tense, and Tav batted her eyelids open as soon as the group retreated, letting her finally lift her head so she could look at him. “Leave us”, he commanded, and there were a few frustrated groans from men still straining with aching cocks, but no one dared to object. After a few moments of shuffling, they were all gone.

“You should see yourself”, Gortash scoffed. “Covered in cum. Dripping and soaking in our own arousal like the neediest bitch in all of Faerûn.”

“I bet you’re rock hard at the sight”, Tav replied, letting her head fall back down to the table, smirking. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet”, he stood up and walked over to her, pulling her legs down so they were dangling over the edge of the table, her waist flush against the edge. He dropped his pants and lined up his hardened cock against her entrance, then pushed in without further comment.

“Gods”, Tav groaned out, his warm length a long awaited sensation after the clumsier fingers and bottles before. Gortash’s hands dug into her waist, pulling her down onto his cock while he thrusted into her, a pace only serving him as she quickly came to notice. Still, he started to circle her clit with his finger, and her overstimulated core immediately chased another high as she began to whimper underneath him.

“I’ll let any man use you”, he groaned, suddenly smacking her clit with his flat hand, and Tav cried out in response. “Let all of Baldur’s Gate cover you in cum.” Another smack, all while he kept pounding into her, his balls slapping against her ass. “I’ll make sure everyone hears your needy cries”, he huffed, panting with lust. Tav tried to match his rhythm by rolling her hips, but found she couldn’t – her body was tired and spent, and Gortash’s pace was too fast.

“And at the end of it all, just like you did now, you’ll thank me”, he moaned and spilled himself in her with a series of short grunts, hips jerking. Gortash closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself get soft, then pulled out to shove two fingers into her entrance. Tav moaned, still on the edge of release, eager to come, but that wasn’t what he had in mind. Instead, he gathered his own cum on his fingers, only to lean up and shove them into her mouth.

“You’re mine”, he growled, watching her suck his spend off his hand. “Say it.”

Tav swallowed and licked her lips after he pulled out his fingers. “I’m yours.”

“Good girl.” He planted a kiss on her forehead. He loomed over her, smirking with a strange sense of pride and affection. “You can make yourself come if you want to – you have about half an hour until the next meeting is set to begin.”

And with that, he pulled up his pants, fixed himself, and left the room; with Tav lying on the table, sweaty, covered in cum and her own juices, and with a cunt aching for even more release than she’d just gotten. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t love it. She was his, after all.

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