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Behind velvet curtains || Gortash x Dark Urge || NSFW

SUMMARY Enver Gortash hadn't anticipated encountering Bhaal's chosen under these specific circumstances, but perhaps it wasn't entirely unfavorable. In which Gortash and (F)Dark Urge meet in a brothel. NSFW Word count: 3250

The discomfort of meeting in such a place gnawed at him, where the mingled stench of strangers and prostitutes assaulted his senses with the sharp tang of cheap perfume, sweat, and debauchery.

Her blatant disrespect stung deeply as she summoned him to this locale, where his familiar face couldn't fade into the shadows but instead was exposed openly between the velvet curtains that led from room to room.

As he traversed the space, the prostitutes he encountered between the rooms cast their gazes upon him, yet none dared to utter a word. Perhaps they had been warned, a precaution orchestrated by her. Instead, they silently motioned him forward with slender, muscular arms, guiding him toward the inevitable encounter with her. Despite the simmering anger within him, there was an eagerness to meet her. Bane had only vaguely revealed her form in a vision, leaving the true features open to interpretation. He remembered the picture of them together, but mostly the aura she emanated—an air of deadly devotion encapsulated within the guise of a woman significantly younger than him. As he reached the end of the velvet maze, he was met with wooden door. he saw flickering candlelight spill from the gap underneath the door, and the smell of rich oils. She wouldn't? He wondered. Before he could reach for the doors handle, the door was slowly opened by a servant, clad in dark robes. The mysterious figure bowed as Gortash walked in. His eyes scanning the room. There a figure lay in a bath, submerged underwater. All he could make out was her lush hair, that floated on the waters surface. The water reflected the the light of the candles surrounding it. Another robed figure , emptied a bucket of hot water into the bath. As he noticed Gortash he quickly put the bucket down and scurried out of the room with his dark companion, closing the door behind them. Leaving him alone, with the naked precense in the bath. Enver Gortash's eyes narrowed as he observed the figure in the bath, trying to discern more details beneath the cascading hair as the room's unsettling silence was punctuated only by the gentle sound of water.

When the figure stirred and rose, revealing a dark sheen from washed-off makeup, Gortash couldn't help but acknowledge her beauty. Bane had not prepared him for this.

"I do apologize," she spoke, her voice echoing in the quiet room, as she wiped the water from her face, eyes opening slowly. "Perhaps it was wrong of me not to expect you at our agreed-upon time."

Gortash's expression remained stoic, a mixture of irritation and intrigue. The disrespect he had already felt was compounded by her unpreparedness, bathing in front of him as if his presence was inconsequential.

His response carried a measured tone, "Expectations aside, our meeting holds weight. Disregarding the formalities doesn't bode well for the importance you attach to our alliance. I have very little patience for games." "No games, Enver Gortash. Just a bath, truly" she responded nonchalantly, as if bathing in front of him was the most ordinary act. He glanced at her, noticing the subtle exposure of her breast above the water. His gaze then wandered around the room, perhaps offering her a chance to regain some formality. However, she remained unmoved, and a clenching of his fist betrayed his growing frustration.

"Find a seat, Enver. Do sit down," she instructed.

The absurdity of the situation caught him off guard. Her naked form, the unconventional meeting place – it had all been meticulously planned, he was sure. Now, he found himself grappling with an unanticipated challenge: navigating the awkwardness that churned within his stomach and the subtle stirrings in his loins, all while maintaining his dominance in this peculiar encounter.

Gortash chose to maintain a facade of composure. He found a nearby chair and settled into it, though every fiber of his being resisted the gesture of compliance. "Very well," he conceded, his voice betraying none of the inner turmoil. "Let us proceed than.''

Gortash observed as her hands emerged from the water, grasping the edge of the bathtub as she maneuvered herself into a sitting position. The fragility of her long, slender fingers didn't escape his notice. Yet, despite their delicate appearance, there was an unmistakable air of lethality about them. He couldn't help but wonder how many throats those hands had wronged, how often they had wielded a dagger, plunging it into flesh, slashing and stabbing.

As she shifted, her hands moved to her neck, tucking her hair aside to reveal more of her neck and shoulders. The subtle movement exposed more of her nipples, only to be concealed again as her hair fell back into place. The juxtaposition of her delicate beauty with the potential for violence sent a chill down Gortash's spine.

"First, I must thank you for coming here. We could have met anywhere, yet I felt this place entirely befitting."

"I hardly find a brothel appropriate, except for meetings of the flesh."

"Ah! You are narrow-minded. For what are we but prostitutes to our ambitions? Would you not do anything for your God?"

Gortash's eyes narrowed in response to her words, a flicker of anger dancing within them. "Do not dare compare my devotion to Bane to the actions of a common whore," he retorted, his voice laced with seething resentment. "My loyalty is not a transaction, and my service to Bane goes beyond any petty analogy you seek to draw. I am no prostitute to my ambitions; I am a devout follower, and my commitment is unwavering. Choose your words more carefully."

"There's truth in your devotion, I hear that. But would you not screw the entire world to get what you want? We are but bodies for our master to puppet."

Gortash found himself at a loss for words. He questioned whether her Bhaal would approve of the analogy she drew, or if she merely spoke to probe under his skin. Regardless, it had succeeded. "Your analogy diminishes the depth of our service. We are instruments of power, not marionettes dancing to someone else's whims," he argued.

"Is that not exactly what common whores do?" She pressed down on her hands, lifting herself up from the bath, her knuckles growing slightly white from the pressure of her body. "They engage for pleasure, for power. To be fully in control of their own body and that of someone else, to rule over another entirely. The analogy isn't that far-fetched, right?" Stepping out of the bath, she presented her entire bare form to him. He'd expect Bhaal's daughter to be somehwat monstrous, but that wasn't true. Gaunt and tall, her body remained unblemished, save for a few scars scattered on her arms—none substantial enough to suggest any lost battles.

"Hmm. Perhaps," he spoke, his words escaping him without full awareness.

However, his attention became fully absorbed as he closely observed her. His gaze traced the path of water cascading over her body, flowing from her neck down between her perfect breasts, then dripping further onto the ground as it reached her navel.

"Be a darling and fetch me a towel, please?" she asked.

Her question snapped him out of his trance, presenting an opportune moment to assert himself.

"No, I won't. I won't belittle myself to become a towel boy for Bhaal's daughter," he declared.

She laughed, a chuckle bordering on something louder, and settled down on the edge of the bathtub.

"Very well, we will have it your way."

As Gortash stood his ground, a surge of doubt and uncertainty flooded his mind. What had he gotten himself into? How could he ever propose an equal alliance with her when he felt so thoroughly beneath her thumb? Perhaps, he wondered, this was precisely her intention—to test his mettle, to challenge him to assert himself further and prove himself worthy as an equal.

He sensed her silent dare, urging him not to retreat like a scared mouse at the wondrous sight of her naked form. It was a pivotal moment, a test of his resolve and determination. With a deep breath, Gortash steadied himself, squaring his shoulders as he met her gaze head-on. She smiled at him, gaze unwavering.

"Now that's settled," she said, submerging one of her hands back into the water, her fingers creating ripples. "Perhaps we can now discuss our respective goals."

"That's precisely why I've come here," Gortash replied, deliberately focusing on her hand in the bathtub and the drops of water her movements generated. He averted his attention from her slightly parted legs or exposed chest.

"You summoned me here, so it's only fair if you go first." he said.

"Alright," she responded, lifting her hand from the water and resting it on her thigh. "Father showed me your face. He didn't speak much about anything else, except that working together would be beneficial to my cause. I assume Bane has floated the same idea?"

"Something similar, yes," he admitted. "A promise of complete rule over Baldur's Gate, but only if I'd make use of your influence."

"Twisted, really, how we have our own grand solo ambitions, yet only truly achievable with someone else. Torment and tease." she added.

Bane had shown her a vision of their figures side by side, gazing down upon Baldur's Gate as rulers, connected in more than just ambition, in spirit. Torment and tease, indeed.

"Perhaps we should just listen to our gods and find common ground upon which to build this relationship," she spoke, slightly parting her legs.

He recognized her tactic, to make him say no and flee until their next encounter, always one step ahead, because he was too afraid now. But he would not be tormented and teased any longer. Clearing his throat, he rose from his chair and turned away, prompting a quick response.

"You're not leaving, are you?" satisfaction and victory laced her voice.Gortash remained silent as he took off his jacket, hanging it over the chair he had sat upon before.

"No. I suppose it's best we start this alliance as equals." He slowly turned around, playing with the laces of his blouse, slowly pulling them apart. He noticed how suprise glazed over her eyes for a fleeting moment, but long enough for him to notice. She nodded as she stood up from the bathtub, slowly walking his way. ''I suppose that's ideal,'' she tutted knowingly, placing her wet hands on his chest, helping him open his laces, before pulling the fabric over his head. She grazed her eyes over his exposed upper body. Over his tummy, the hairs on his chest and the silver scars that adorned his skin. She let her hand glide over his chest, than settle at the hem of his pants. He quickly adjusted to the coldness of the water dripping down his own skin now. ''I could work with this.'' she smirked, hooking her fingers behind the fabric. Yet he stopped her. Took her seemingly fragile hands in his and moving them away. She allowed him, momentarily amused by his display of dominance, as he pinned her hand between his legs and hers while working on removing his clothes himself.

As he exposed himself, his semi-hard member brushed against her stomach as they stood there. She tried not to be easily stirred by its size, but she couldn't help swallowing as her eyes drifted downward.

"And now what?" she teased, stepping even closer to him, pressing his cock between their bodies, feeling it slightly twist against her skin. "What can the chosen of Bane possibly do to make himself my equa—"

Suddenly, his hand shot up, seizing her by the neck and bringing her to a standstill, a breath escaping from her mouth. She hummed against the grip around her neck, the vibrations palpable in his palms. Of course, she reveled in this.

With his other free hand, he reached between her legs. Despite the struggle to breathe, she made room for his hand, willingly opening up to him.

As his hand found its place between her legs, she felt a surge of anticipation mingling with the tension of his grip around her neck. It was a paradoxical sensation, the tightening of his hold adding to the thrill of surrender.

She arched slightly against his touch, a silent invitation for him to explore further. The air around them crackled with an electrifying intensity, each moment hanging in suspended anticipation of what would come next.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he began to explore, his fingers tracing the contours of her most intimate places. Despite the constraints of his grasp, she responded eagerly, her body instinctively yielding to his touch. In that moment, they were both acutely aware of the power dynamics at play, and both knew how fast it could shift.

Her hand, which had slipped from his grasp, now found its way around his throbbing cock. It pulsed beneath her touch as she dragged her nails along his shaft, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from him. Gortash's grip on her neck loosened slightly in response, a silent encouragement for her to continue.

It was the opportune moment for her to seize control. As she wrapped both of her hands around his member, tugging it slightly too hard on purpose, he hissed in pain for a moment until he saw that it elicited a smile from her. Then, she softened her grip and let the wetness of his precum guide her as she moved her hands up and down his lenght, teasing him with each stroke.

The pain of her initial grip gave way to a heady rush of pleasure as she expertly manipulated him, her touch igniting a primal hunger within him.He struggled to maintain his composure, torn between the desire to assert his dominance and the intoxicating allure of surrendering to her control. With each movement of her hands, she pushed him to the edge of his restraint, teasing him with the promise of ecstasy.

But Gortash was not one to be easily ensnared. With a growl of determination, he seized the moment to reclaim his power, his own hands moving to grasp her firmly by the hips. In a swift motion, he pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together in a heated embrace. He thrusted his hip uward, the tip of his member finding her entrance. He pushed onward, untill his member settled into her warmth. A groan escaping from both of there lips, as she stretched on his cock.

Suddenly, she bit down on his shoulder, a retaliatory gesture aimed at asserting her own dominance. Her teeth sank into his skin, but Gortash remained unmoved, his resolve unshaken even as he felt the sharp sting of her bite.

Instead of recoiling, he welcomed the sensation, finding a strange pleasure in the mix of pain and pleasure. Her actions only served to fuel the intensity of his rutting, giving her no time to adjust to his cock, as he thrusted without holding back. His hands moved to the nape of her neck, where he found her wet hair. Taking it in his hand, he pulled her head down, eliciting a wonderful scream from her lips.

"I pray they'll forgive us," she smirked between the pain, her slender neck exposed. "For our transgressions." She chuckled until the very moment he let go of her hair. As suddenly as he released her, he withdrew from her, and she groaned at the sudden emptiness. When she met his gaze, he could only describe her visage as that of a wild animal, ready to be ravaged and to ravage in return. Perhaps this was truly what being a Bhaalspawn was about—pushing the boundaries of violation to their limits.

Taking a step back, he left her completely unsatisfied, with no more flesh to sink her teeth into. "Oh no," she scolded him, her fist clenching in the same manner he had once done himself. "We are not done yet. Not truly equals yet."

"Oh, I think we are done here," he replied, his cock still pulsing without anyone wrapped around it, gleaming with both of their wetness. Yet as he spoke those words, he realized something.

He would be denying himself of his carnal pleasures as well. She could simply step back into the bath, envision his cock, and finish the job herself. He had a long way home to go, and he wasn't sure if he could control himself for so long.

"Come on, then. Finish. Only then are we done," she said, her tone conveying both proposition and urgency, as if this were part of a ritual that they had to work through together.

Was this not what Bane wanted? To have him rule over her body and spirit, to have total control, to make the little Bhaalspawn turn and twist under him? Then he remembered her words from earlier, how he had diminished himself to a total whore. Yet those words felt hardly as heavy as the fire that settled into his loins, threatening to boil over soon. So he approached her again, like a predator, moving in on it's pray. He grabbed her upper arm and forcefully turned her around, moving her to the edge of the bathtub. than she pressed his large hands between her shoulder blades and guided her downward. Her cheeck resting on the cold porcelain, the side of her face ever sligthly in the water. ''Dominate me,'' she cried out as his hand moved between her legs. He moved closer, prodding his cock between her ass cheeks, teasing her asshole for a moment. He wondered what she would feel like. A yelp of anticipation left her mouth, so he moved further downward instead, pushing his cock into the her familiar warmth again, ready to reclaim his dominance over her once more. Every inch of his member was met with a delicious friction, intensifying with each thrust. The sounds that filled the room were a mixture of their heavy breathing and the wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies moving together. With each thrust, there was a soft squelching noise as their flesh met, punctuated by her occasional moans of pleasure and his deep, guttural groans. The water in the bathtub sloshed gently against the sides.

As their passion reached a fever pitch, he pushed her head beneath the water's surface. Bubbles escaped from her lips, mingling with the soft splashes of water. He held her there just a moment longer, then released his grip, allowing her to resurface and take a breath. As she emerged, gasping for air, he stroked the hair out of her face before dunking her head in again.

Exhausted, he slowed his pace, his member raw, red, and gleaming. He was almost there. Pulling her from the bathtub once again, she sputtered from the water in her lungs, turning around to face him. Her makeup was now fully washed away, revealing even yet blushed skin, with eyes ever so eager to continue, yet gasping for air nonetheless. He continued slowly, his hands gripping the flesh of her ass.

And then, as if a dam had burst, he came undone. With a primal roar of ecstasy, he released himself into her, his body convulsing with pleasure as he emptied himself completely. She shuddered underneath him, their collective ecstasy echoing through the room.

As Gortash slipped out, she fell to the cool tile floor, his seed dripping down her legs.

"Now that I know you can handle me,'' she spoke through a husky whisper, ''I think we could work together just fine."

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bhaalbaaby · 24 days

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Title: Melting into Silver Stars (5284 words) Part II from Kiss of Treachery Pairing: the dark urge/gortash/tav Warnings: cuck!durge, takes place pre-bg3, A/N: more penelope/kaine/gortash; mentions of extreme violence (flogging, dismemberment); coercion/spiked food; slight non-con/dubious consent; thank you @tragedybunny for the beta!! Taglist: @spacebarbarianweird @astarionsbeloved @razroguee @celestialomlette @rentheannihilator @rinmoon7

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Penelope folds her clothes, letting her mind wander. The screams of the servants haunt her mind as they struggle, trying to pull their hands away from the masked people, the woman with an old, dulled knife. She remembers Gortash's hand on her thigh, his dark eyes intense as he watches the gore unfold. She trembled under his touch, clenching her jaw as she looked past the scene. Her heart surged, and her stomach turned. How can anyone stomach this? She took a shaky breath as she tightened her lips. She couldn't get sick in front of these people. They'd call her bluff.

Gortash leaned over, his warm breath tickling her neck, making her shiver. "They won't bother you anymore," he whispered, his hand resting on her cheek. Words wouldn't form past the lump in her throat, and her eyes were suddenly glassy. Their screams increased in volume as the squelching and grinding of separation of bone filled the room. She exhaled deeply, turning away from him.

Penelope rubs the base of her horn as she thinks. She can't do that again. Yes, her robes are clean now, and they won't mess with her things like Gortash says, but...

She sits on the bed, biting the inside of her cheek. Violence doesn't need to be the answer. She hears footsteps outside of her door and slips the now clean robe over her shoulders, starting to tie it close when Gortash enters her chambers.

"Ah, now you look presentable," He states. His state of attire is still dark and dramatic, but his shirt isn't tucked in, his hair covering his forehead. She can't smell sex on him like she has before, but something else.

Blood.

She wonders if he took those poor people's fingers and kept them as souvenirs. She stays seated as he stands in front of her. She hopes he isn't planning on giving them to her.

"It's almost dinner time, Penelope. We will have our esteemed guest, but I must assure you that what happened in the office today will not happen again." He tilts her head up to him as she grimaces.

"It was an accident." She replies, rounding her eyes. His thumb prods her mouth open, and she sucks. His thumb has no traces of blood. Then where is it coming from? His other hand slips between her thighs, rubbing her folds. Her brows knit on her forehead.

"No more accidents then. You belong to me, Penny. Do not forget that." She pulls her mouth away, swallowing hard.

"Yes sir," sShe says quickly, changing the subject as he pushes her legs apart. "You smell like blood."

Gortash laughs, kissing her quickly. "Observant... After punishing our haughty staff, I had to administer another one. Too many people needed to be reminded of their place." He says, standing.

"Who?" Penelope asks, crossing her legs and wrapping the robe around her torso.

Gortash chuckles, rolling his eyes. "Do you need a reminder, too, little rabbit?" He asks, tucking his shirt into his pants and dodging the question.

She racks her brain on who else gave the lordling issues besides her and Kaine. Kaine? Surely not. She saunters over to him, closing the space between them as she fixes the ties on his shirt. She hums to herself as his hands rest on her hips, slowly going up to the base of her tail. Her pink eyes cut to Gortash's face. "You should learn how to tie your shirt better. Not fitting for a king," Penelope whispers, returning to her work.

He smiles warmly as he continues to stroke her tail, watching as her fingers slightly tremble. "Why learn when I have your skilled fingers? I can't say the same about my staff until they heal with three fingers." He laughs, tugging her tail harder. Her brow quirks together as she finishes, resting her fingers on his chest.

"How is Kaine?" She asks, unable to step away from his grip.

"Compliant. Won't cause any issues during our dinner. Isn't that wonderful, my love?" His thumb runs along the ridges at the base as he continues to stroke her, her panties dampening. Oh, how she hates how sensitive her tail could be and how he knows it. "You're going to be obedient too. You're the main course."

She spreads her fingers on his silk shirt, shaking her head. "I don't understand."

Gortash kisses her softly, his other hand massaging her plump ass. "You will. Don't worry, my sweet, sweet girl." He pulls away, finally letting go of her tail. "Now. Get yourself cleaned up. I will send for you once dinner is ready." Penelope watches as he leaves, her tail swaying from side to side. She hates it when he edges her.

Gortash sends a Banite when it's time to eat. She remembers when regular people were his housekeepers. She needn't worry about which God they worshiped as much as these fanatics. She pities them, knowing whatever power Bane promised them came with ultimate sacrifices, especially if it meant escorting the Chosen's mistress around.

Penelope tucks a hair behind her ear, standing tall as she walks down the halls. The clothes he requested this time are the stark opposite of what he's usually asked for—no longer black and gold or red. The dress is similar to the other outfits he gets for her: an ornate bralette with shiny gold accents into a sheer dress she must wear panties under and matching sheer sleeves. The dress itself is white. She tries not to think of the implications as the escort opens the door, the smell of dinner savory and inviting.

Her stomach rumbles, reminding her that she barely ate at all today. She must do better; she mentally chastises herself as she sees Gortash at the head of his grand table.

The table is full of finger foods and light things to hold her over until his display of power allows for the main course to be served. A practiced smile comes to Penelope's lips as they lock eyes. Gortash stands, quickly walking to her. "You are... Exquisite," Gortash says, his hands resting on her hips as he looks her over.

"I'm always exquisite, Enver," She replies sing-songy.

He kisses her quickly before pulling away. "That you are." He leads her to the end of the table near the grand entrance.

"What's for dinner?" She asks as he sits in the ornate wooden chair. His hand runs along the space on the table in front of him. She inhales sharply, her stomach rolling in disappointment. Won't have much time for eating...

She follows his subtle direction, sitting on the table. Gortash smirks, wrapping his hands around her hips. Her tail sways in the air on alert. "You, of course," Gortash states before kissing the top of her breast. She closes her eyes as she rests her hands on his shoulders.

"No wonder you don't have a jester when you are so funny," Penelope says with an eye roll.

Gortash peppers kisses up to her neck, sucking on the taut skin. She forces herself to moan, hoping they won't play too much. His invention still has her exhausted. She would not be able to repeat her earlier antics. At least not tonight. "Is Kaine going to join us?" She asks while Gortash massages her chest, beginning to tug her bralette down.

Gortash stops in his tracks, pulling away. "I sent for him already. He should join us soon. Why do you worry about him?" Gortash asks, his hand going to her neck, massaging the sides. She swallows hard, her mind racing for what to say. Though nothing in his tone indicates his anger at the question, his grip is rather tight.

"He said he would join, milord," Penelope says, resting her hand on his wrist.

"He did say that, didn't he?" His other hand slips between her thighs, brushing against her panties. She tries not to react, but her hips lift slightly, needing him. She exhales through her mouth, letting her lips part. Gortash's eyes glue to her lips before bringing her closer to peck them quickly. He still doesn't let go, guiding her to lie on the table.

Gortash splays her on the table, her legs spread towards the doors. Penelope rests on her elbows, unsurprised that he intended to fuck her here. But there is no sign of Kaine. She paints on a smirk to hide her growing anxiety. He trails his fingers down her flexing stomach, waiting. As, hHe gently taps a pattern on her hip, their eyes meeting.

"Enver..."

He inhales deeply as he sits down, still between her thighs. "Yes, beloved?"

"When will I be able to eat?" She asks, feeling her stomach growl.

He kisses her inner thigh, his laugh tickling her skin. "Ah, my poor little bunny needs nourishment." He stands up, grabbing a cluster of grapes.

She rolls her eyes as she thinks how stereotypical as he holds them just above her mouth. "You're going to feed me?" She sits up on her elbows trying to read his body language.

"Of course. To feed you, and then fuck you... The ultimate act of care." He kisses her quiet before plucking one of the grapes from the vine, bringing it to her lips. She can smell the food from the kitchen wafting into the dining room. She's never been a fan of the long drawn out courses Gortash has for dinner. It takes so much time and energy. She opens her mouth letting him put the purplish red fruit in her mouth.

"Eat up, my love. You're going to need the energy." He returns with the cluster, holding them out in front of her. They taste sweeter and juicier than the ones she usually gets in the market—almost intoxicating. She wonders if they were meant for wines instead of being eaten raw. Maybe she's starving, but she craves more.

Gortash's other hand rests on her crotch, bunching up her lacy black panties. Penelope scrunches up her face as she whimpers, trying not to choke on the grape. "There are three rules you must abide by tonight," Gortash states as he feeds her another. "One, you must not engage Kaine. Ignore him. I can refer to him, but you may not. Two," he pulls her panties tighter around her slit, "Your limits are ignored. I am not going to stop until your mind is too fucked to function. Three, you can only come when you say, 'Please let me come, ph dajy yzyrlid .'"

Her heart fumbles, hearing her mother tongue fall from this human's mouth. "I-I-I don't know," She says after she swallows the fruit. "I don't speak Infernal that well..." She lies, not wanting to call him that. Her eternal lover. She remembers her mother calling her father a variant of that, but Gortash? She's more likely to say it to Kaine than him. Infernal has weight, soul binding almost. She didn't want to be tied to him. It makes sense why he chose this dress. He intends this to be their ceremony in the eyes of the Hells.

"Then I suppose you do not wish to come," Gortash says, bringing the sweet fruit back to her lips. "It will be challenging for you." He lets go of her panties, resting the cluster on her chest as he sits back down. She picks up the fruit, lying back on the cool table. "Why Infernal? I could say it in Common," Penelope asks, staring at the shiny, damp grapes as she holds them above her head. Gortash rests his hand on her lower stomach, kissing her inner thigh.

"Why not Infernal? It is your mother tongue. It is also a grand language of contracts." Penelope grimaces, her eyes cutting down to him as he continues.

"Our contract hasn't been looked over in years, little love. It's been almost a decade of our love, yet we have nothing to show for it." She cringes. Their contract is nothing like the ones people make with Devils. It's more of a list of guidelines to keep her safe.

"What do you want?" She asks, putting the grapes back on the tray and grabbing a small shortbread cookie with a sweet jam. His teeth graze her thigh before he sucks on the sensitive skin. She bites her lip, watching as he trails his kisses up to her panties.

"I want you," Gortash growls as he hooks his hands around her thighs, dragging her hips towards him.

"You already have me," Penelope laughs, feeling him push the fabric to the side.

"But what if I want all of you? No more of us being apart, getting you from Sharess' Caress..." This conversation again. Penelope hides her disappointment as she nibbles on the cookie. Though her bite is small, the cookie bursts in flavor, the biscuit melting on her tongue with the slight sweetness she recognizes from the grapes. Must have used it for the jelly, she assumes, her heart skipping beats.

"I don't want to be a wife, Enver. You can have any person you want. I'm just a mere prostitute. I can not provide you with what you need. And you'll get bored of me, that's for certain."

Gortash scoffs before standing up, kissing her neck. "Do not sell yourself short, Penelope. You are so much more, ph dajy yzyrlid ." Her hand rests on the back of his neck as he sits up, their eyes meeting. His hips are flushed with hers, his erection pressing against his culottes. She's suddenly slick in her panties, the simple action bringing her close to the edge.

He rocks his hips, resting his hands on either side of her shoulders. She lets out a shaky breath as he rubs himself against her folds. Their lips meet as he gently comes down, their tongues rolling around each other. Her hand slides up to his hair, gripping the strands as his breathing quickens. Gods, she needs him. He pulls away briefly, looking over his shoulder for no one.

He suddenly seems annoyed as he gets off the table and sits back down. "We will discuss more later. I am getting hungry." He says after a moment.

Penelope huffs, hoping the rush of heat between her thighs would go away. Her tail relaxes as she starts to get down from the table, figuring now she could continue to eat something more than these little snacks when his hands bar her.

"Where are you going?" He frowns as he swats her thigh. The action sends a surging wave of pleasure through her body. She whimpers as she resumes position, her tail wrapping around his offending forearm.

"I thought it was time to eat." She says, oblivious to his true meaning. He chuckles as he wraps his hands around her thighs, peppering kisses on her lower stomach. "You are the main course, my love," Gortash whispers before bringing his lips down to her slit.

His mouth is warm as he gently sucks on folds, using his tongue prodding her lips apart. Penelope drags her fingers through his hair, watching as he flicks his tongue proudly at her entrance. His tongue runs along her entrance, up to her clit, the horizontal quick licks making her squirm. He pulls back, adjusting his seat, his other hand disappearing to his lap.

A fleeting thought goes through her mind as she wishes she could watch as he strokes himself. She attempts to push the thought away as more thoughts about how thick he is, fitting her so perfectly take over. She knits her brows together as he returns his mouth, lapping at her with more of a vengeance, his tongue lashing at her clit. Warmth travels from her head to her toes as she licks her lips.

What is this? He's barely touched her, and she needs him. She balls her fists up as he pushes her legs apart, using his tongue as a tool as he thrusts in and out of her hole. She grips the tablecloth, her stomach tightening. She needs him inside of her now. She closes her eyes tight as he resumes his suckling of her clit, massaging her thighs.

She can't say it. She cannot call him her love... But...

She pants, sitting up as her fingers grip his hair. "Enver, please." His dark eyes meet hers momentarily before he closes them again, keeping his mouth still. She curses as she tries to drag his head away, but he keeps still. She can see his hand work his tip as he sucks on her clit again, this time his tongue flicking the swelling button at the same time. She wraps her leg around his head as she rocks her hips, unable to hold back. "Enver, oh please! Ph dajy yzyrlid! Please!"

The doors open as she pleads, her toes curling as heat bubbles over. His chuckle turns into a growl as he nods. "Good girl, Penelope. Come for me." Gortash whispers before tongue fucking her again, watching as she shakes above him, her body electric.

Kaine stands in the doorway stunned to hear her words aimed at Gortash, his red eye glowing as he watches Penelope come undone. Surely he heard her incorrectly.

Penelope closes her eyes tighter as she sits up; Gortash shows no signs of stopping. She pants, her hips trying to rock away from his mouth as another orgasm builds. She massages her breast, pinching her nipples as she tosses her head back, her tail running along Gortash's arm. "You taste amazing, my love. I know you want to come for me again," Gortash purrs before suckling her clit.

Penelope's mouth drops open as she once again tries to push his head away, the pleasure getting overwhelming. Kaine clears his throat, leaning on one of Gortash's cane. Gortash finally pulls away as Penelope collapses back on the table, unsure what is going on, her body ablaze.

"Ah, the infamous Kaine finally coming to join us," Gortash says, his thumb firm on her clit, massaging the button. Penelope's thighs wrap around his wrist as she sobs.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," Kaine says when Penelope stops for a breath, her mind hazy with lust.

Gortash chuckles, removing his hand. "No, not at all. I was just prepping dear Penelope for the main course." Kaine cautiously enters her mind. She can feel his presence as she glances at him.

" Are you alright? " He asks as he slowly goes to his seat, obviously in pain. Gortash guides her face back to him as he hungrily kisses her.

" I'm so horny ," Penelope whimpers back as she moans against Gortash's mouth.

Kaine smirks as he sits, letting out a soft groan. " I can see that... " Kaine replies, watching as Gortash's unjeweled fingers start to pump Penelope. She stares into his dark eyes as her legs tremble. He adjusts, putting her leg over his shoulder as he continues to finger her.

"How are you healing?" Gortash asks Kaine before slipping her big toe into his mouth. Penelope gushes around his fingers as the new sensation drives her wild, her tail tight around his forearm. Gortash cuts his eyes back to Penelope.

"You know what to say, little rabbit." He says quickly, curling his fingers. "You will obey." A shiver goes down her spine as she whispers the cursed saying.

Kaine's eyes narrow, his thumb running along the golden top of the cane. "I have had worse. Your man is strong. With how sadistic he was, he could have been trained by Loviatar." Kaine spits as Penelope comes undone again, her back arching.

Gortash smirks, glancing over at Kaine before bringing his attention back to Penelope. "Good, good girl. She's being so obedient tonight, my heart." Gortash says to the man, sucking on her toe again, making her sobs increase in volume.

Penelope mentally reaches for Kaine. " I want you, I want you, I want you! " She cries as heat waves travel her body, her cunt dripping with each pump of Gortash's fingers. Kaine doesn't reply, adjusting in his seat. He grimaces, pain flickering behind his expression.

"I only choose the best punishment for you, Kaine. You should know this," Gortash says, removing his fingers again. Penelope tries to relax, her heart pumping too fast. "Taste," He says, bringing his fingers to her mouth.

She obeys, her tongue running along his middle and ring fingers. He lets her leg fall to the table, looking towards Kaine. "We have healing potions, you know, if the pain is too much," Gortash suggests.

Penelope wishes he would join them, memories of his thick cock filling her, almost sending her over again. Kaine waves away Gortash's concern. "I will survive, Enver. Where is dinner? I am starving." Kaine changes the subject. He reaches for the treats sprinkled on the table when Gortash clears his throat.

"No, those are for sweet Penelope." He says as he kisses her shoulder.

"I'm sure she can share," Kaine replies, inspecting the jam-filled cookie.

"I had them made specifically for her. Besides, after today, you deserve all the roasted meats the world can offer," Gortash says before gesturing to the waiting staff.

They rush to the kitchen to bring out the food. Penelope rolls to her side, gladly taking this break. Why is everything turning her on? The slightest touch makes her so close to orgasm again. Gortash brings her hips back to the edge of the table, this time positioning his cock to enter. She tries to roll to her back, but he plants his hand on the top of her soft thigh, keeping her legs together.

She curses under her breath. She does love this position. Her tail rests on his hip as he slowly sheathes himself inside her. She rests back on the table, her eyes closing as he fills her to the brim. She curses under her breath as he stretches her with his girth. Even though she's extremely wet, he still struggles to fit in.

He doesn't build up his speed, immediately slamming himself inside as he sets his rough pace. Penelope grips the table for balance as her moans fill the room again. The food smells fantastic as they bring out plates and plates of the most delicious and ornate food she's seen. She wishes she could dine as they set the plates closer to Kaine and away from the potential thrashing of Penelope.

"Eat up, Kaine. You deserve a delectable meal." Gortash says, unphased by his actions. Penelope's hands grip his wrists for dear life as she shakes, her body reaching its limit again, ready to burst. She whines, tapping his hands as he thrusts hard, pressing against her cervix. The painful thrust starts her inconsolable sobs, her mouth dry from her loud moans.

"Pl-pl-please!" Her brows knit together. "Please, what?" Gortash replies, grinding his hips against her entrance. She shakes her head.

"Enver, I can't!" She says, pressure building in her ears. "I need your cock, deeper, harder. Oh Gods!" She cries, clawing at his fingers. Though the position can hit the spot she needs, the need for him is more profound and hungrier.

Gortash chuckles, his gaze focusing on Kaine. "She's so adorable when she begs, isn't she, Kaine?" He spreads her legs, following her orders, his fingers digging to the soft flesh of her thighs. Penelope's mind reaches for Kaine again, " Please, please, please. Kaine! "

Kaine pauses before he starts to fill his plate. "She needs to be fucked harder if you want her to really come undone, Enver," Kaine states, ignoring her pleas again. Penelope's heart sinks, her cheeks reddening as the words feel more like a punishment than teasing or praise. Gortash rolls his eyes, "Like you can do better."

Penelope desperately wants to reply that he can, but she cannot form words, let alone another sentence.

Penelope pushes her hands against Gortash's lower stomach, her sweet moans filling the room and the rattling of the glass and silverware. His hand wraps around her wrists, forcing them over her head as his harsh thrusts force her thighs to stay open. Her brows knit together as she looks up at him, whimpers leaving her lips.

"No, my little bunny. You must let me have all of you." Gortash growls. He glances over at Kaine, who watches defeated. "Look at how close she is, Kaine, my sweet rose."

Penelope's nostrils flare, struggling against his grip as his thick cock makes her walls shudder, her body so close to release. He leans down, kissing her hard, rolling his hips against hers. The sound of their hips clattering with each thrust adds the much-needed percussive undertones to the song of the evening. Penelope leans up against her restraints, breathing hard as she rests her forehead against him.

"How beautiful is your singing," Gortash whispers, pecking her lips. He lets go of her hands, his fingers quickening, her legs towards her chest. She tosses her head back, glancing back at Kaine as she trembles.

Her mind reaches for him once more, her brows knitting together. " I feel like I'm on fire! "

Kaine pauses again, and his brow dips in concern. He slowly brings the meat to his lips, his mind still silent, no answers for her.

Penelope's irritation is fleeting, the heat traveling across her skin intoxicating, another wave threatening to take over. Gortash's hand slips from her thigh to underneath her breast, kneading the soft skin. "The way she clenches around my cock is so glorious. She's such a good girl. I know she wants to come. Kaine, does she have permission?" Gortash asks, slapping her breast before massaging it again. The strike sends electric shocks to her brain, tickling the very top. She gasps, turning her head away, quickly wiping her face from the sweat that drenches her body.

Kaine pushes at the food on his plate, his brow still furrowed. "I do not care, Lordling," He says, the fork scraping along the porcelain. The noise is grating, pushing against the harmonious symphony they create. Penelope's hands return to Gortash's grip as she whimpers the magic words, her body reaching her limit.

Gortash smirks as his hand snakes up to behind her neck, his grip tight as he forces her to stare at him. "It's never fun when you're unable to join, is it?" Gortash snipes between his teeth.

Kaine's utensils clatter on the table as he flares his nostrils in defiance. His jaw clenches out of frustration and pain. "You are such a brat, Enver. It is unbecoming." Kaine states, ignoring how Penelope's back arches, her eyes shut tight as Gortash fills her once more.

"This is my true nature, my Prince," Gortash replies before claiming Penelope's lips, his tongue rolling in her mouth as he muffles her cries. He pulls away, his hand holding Penelope still as she writhes. "You're just jealous you're not having a turn. I was the fool earlier for trusting you. But now..."

He pulls out, swiftly turning Penelope over so she can face Kaine, her body and mind barely able to follow his directions. Gortash is faster as he reenters her dripping cunt, his hand coming around to her neck, holding her face underneath her chin to force her dazed eyes to be transfixed on Kaine.

His cock sheaths in her, his tip making her shudder as she grips the table. This position is too much, and the pressure comes too fast.

"Watch how she can't get enough of my cock. Begging me to fill her," He growls, punctuating his spaces with sharp, deep thrusts. Penelope's hips raise as she pushes at the wooden table, the wares on top clattering as she tries to run away. Chills run up her spine as she tries to turn her head.

Gortash's grip on her cheeks tightens, forcing her to keep straight and look at her shamed lover.

"Enver, please... I..." She fights against his grip, his nails scratching her delicate, flushed cheeks as she breaks eye contact. She shakily turns to face him. His smirk darkens his face as he raises his eyebrow.

"Say it, my sweet. Say you belong to me in a language we all understand," Gortash states as he thrusts in again. She can tell in her dazed stupor that he is close. She can taste it with his tip pressed within her walls. The already alive nerves are electric as she flares her nostrils, pricked with rushing blood flow.

She whines, biting her bottom lip. "Kiss me," She whimpers, Gortash’s thrusts pushing her into the heavy wooden table.

He kisses her damp shoulder as he ruts before his teeth dig into her soft skin. She cries out, gripping the table hard before whispering those cursed words.

Gortash has a wicked smile as he hears those words once again. "Good Penelope. I knew you could do it." He whispers before fucking her harder. She cries out, barely able to handle it. His hand slips between her thighs, rubbing her swollen clit. Her voice is hoarse as she screams out louder, her legs wrapping around his wrist.

"And now for the beautiful finale," Gortash purrs, his tip pressing against her cervix. She squirms at how deep he is, her overstimulated hole not able to take more. He closes his eyes as he finally joins her in moans, his grip hard on her hips, nails digging into her skin.

He spills out, his warm emissions coating her walls. She rests her head on the slightly slick table, his cum sending goosebumps and chills down her spine as she pants. She needs more of this, she thinks, her mind repeating the thought as she can feel Gortash slowing down.

He pulls out, and kneels, pushing her soft ass together. He chuckles, watching as she drips with his semen and her own wetness. "What a sight..." He stands, spanking her ass hard. She closes her eyes, too tired to moan.

"Are you finished?" Kaine asks as Gortash finally sits, pushing his hair back.

"For now... There's always tonight." He winks as he guides Penelope to his lap.

She rests her head on his shoulder. Her want slightly eases in his arms as he pulls them closer to the table. Her lips press against his damp neck, his sweet, salty taste on her lips. She drags her tongue on his warm skin, feeling his clawed hand dig into her hip once more.

"Time to behave." He purrs, grabbing her hair to pull her back. She whines as she looks over to Kaine. He busies himself with eating once more. Gortash turns to the staff waiting on the sides. "Please escort Lady Penelope to her room so she can be cleaned up."

Penelope frowns as she adjusts in his lap. "I want to stay," She whines, touching his cheek. He kisses her quickly before reaching for a glass of wine.

"My sweet, I shall be in your chambers once dinner ends to give you more pleasure." He laughs, bringing the chalice to her lips. "This will sober you up," He explains as he helps her drink.

She flares her nostrils, not wanting to, but drinks anyway. He smiles as he puts the drink down, turning to the approaching Banite.

"Don't worry about the food. We'll bring you a plate as well, my dear." Gortash says as he hands her over. Penelope stands shakily as she takes their hand, the masked person showing no emotion. She can feel their judgment, however, before they lead her away. She casts one last look over her shoulder towards Gortash and Kaine before the grand doors close.

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