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Your life has never been one of fanciful frivolities, not until you gave yourself to Lord Gortash. Paying off debts is hard, especially when you can’t find suitable work to keep up with the repayments, so when you have the opportunity to give yourself to the man who’s taken Baldur’s Gate by storm you take it. But he was a demanding master, you were to awaken early to bathe every morning, then you would pamper and preen yourself until presentable, after that you’d dress yourself in whatever clothes he desired to admire you in, then finally you make your way to whichever room he needed you.
Your list for today was a bath, with a hint of lily, minimal makeup and your hair however you wished to present it, the clothes picked for you were skimpy, showing off the parts of your body Gortash enjoyed the most, and then, once finished you were to go to his study to keep your Lord company while he does his tedious amounts of political paperwork.
So you sat by his chair and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Hours passed as you perched yourself on the cold stone floor, Gortash was later than he said he would be, much later, and the boredom got the better of you. Your eyelids grew heavy and the arm of the chair seemed increasingly more comfortable, before you knew it you had drifted off into a peaceful slumber, those designated early wake up calls getting the better of you, consuming your body with exhaustion. It wasn’t until the chair was pulled out from under you that you would awaken, head almost hitting the ground as you sucked in a shrill breath and shot open your eyelids.
“Well well,” a familiarly gruff voice rang out, you looked up and saw Lord Gortash stood over, gilded hands gripping the sides of his chair as he grinned a smirk, “sleeping on the job are we? What a disappointment.”
“M-my lord!” with haste you leaned yourself up onto your knees and bowed your head in apology, “I’m so sorry I didn’t realise I had fallen asleep!”
Gortash let out a low chuckle, rounding his chair and letting his sharpened fingers carve out small scars into the wood, “of course you didn’t, no one knows when they’re asleep after all,” he sat down in his chair, letting out a small huff, before grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him, “but I would think someone who knew I was going to be here would endeavour to stay awake for me, especially when that someone belongs to me, no?”
Even though he was sitting there berating you, digging his claws into your skin and threatening to pierce it, you were aroused. Perhaps it was because your body connected Gortash to sexual pleasure, so simply being around him would probably illicit a reaction like that, or, and this was much more likely, you found it painfully arousing to used and treated like an object by him, after all, want that the reason you gave him your body as payment those weeks go?
“My lord please,” your eyes darkened with lust, you purse your lips together and leaned yourself into his touch, running your hands over his clothed legs and towards his crotch, “let me apologise, I’ll make it up to you I promise.”
Gortash hummed inquisitively, studying your face as he turned it side to side, “I suppose I can afford you one more chance, I am a rather benevolent man when faced with someone on their knees, begging for it.” He leaned himself forward, placing your faces inches apart, so close that you could feel the heat of his breath and even smell the whiskey he’d been drinking before this.
With his free hand he ran the warmth of his knuckle over your cheek, you felt your breath hitch in your throat as your head nodded slowly, “I’m so very sorry My Lord, please, I’ll make you feel so good.” Your hands fumbled around with the strings of his trousers, pointedly making sure he could feel you .
“Hm. I should think so,” Gortash dug the sharpened claw of his thumb into your cheek and scratched your upper most layer of skin, tiny droplets of blood emerged from the small wound and pooled together to form a larger drop. “After all, I don’t keep you around for your sharpened wit, nor for your intellect, I keep you around for one thing and one thing only,” his voice deepened as he dipped into a breathy whisper, “ perhaps you should get to it, slut .”
Spit pooled underneath your tongue as Gortash sat himself back, releasing his grip from your cheeks and resting his hands on the arms of the chair, you swallowed it and steadied your breath, calming the shaking of your hands are they hastily fumbled around, still trying to untie his trousers.
“You’re all over the place tonight,” you could sense disappointment in his voice as Gortash stared down at you, “sit back and take your own clothes off, I’ll afford you this one luxury and that is all.”
A chill haunted it’s way across your skin; you nodded and leaned back, hands continuing to tremble as you brought them to your clothing, undressing yourself in front of your master, revealing more skin as he growled through his yellowed teeth, eyes darkening with desire while his hands tugged at the strings of his trousers, releasing the fabric covering his limp cock. It fell open half-heartedly and your eyes widened, heart skipping a beat as you leaned yourself in closer, showing off your now naked body. You slithered yourself closer, gaze focused on the way his dick was twitching, almost strangled, begging to be touched, perhaps even tasted.
“Look at you,” Gortash chuckled, staring at you like a predator does to their prey, “I can see your mouth salivating already. Do you truly yearn for my cock so?” He wormed his left hand down and lightly took it within his fingers, soft flesh slowly growing as he massaged his fingers along the shaft. You nodded pathetically, brows knitted together as your breaths grew shorter. Another low chuckle left the Banite, hand continuing to massage himself while he continued to speak, “you want to taste me, whore? Well you’re going to have to wait.” His other hand fumbled with his trousers, pulling them down enough and gesturing for you to slip underneath his legs.
Your head now between bare thighs, his hair tickling your cheek, Gortash slid himself down, placing his knees on your shoulders and continuing to jerk himself harder, “you’re going to have to work for my cock little slut,” he lifted his half-chub up and showed off his pube covered balls, “go on, smell them, stick your nose into my taint and take a good, long, whiff.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lip, taunting and devious, eyes trained on the way you leaned yourself down, nodding furiously before sliding your nose into him, taking a deep breath through your nostrils; inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne and sweat.
A low moan escaped you and a pleasurable shiver echoed through our body, hand absentmindedly snaking itself down your body and coming between your legs, lightly grazing the tips through your folds and soaking them in your increasing wetness.
“Mmm what a good little whore you are, readying yourself for my, but you wont get what you want for a while,” you looked up at Gortash who was surreptitiously licking his tongue between his lips, “not until I’m certain you’re truly sorry for what you did.”
You nuzzled your nose further into him, mouth pressing into the crack of his ass as you breathed all over the hair, “tell me what to do my lord,” you mumbled into his flesh, jutting your tongue out and almost teasing him with.
Gortash was almost fully hard, his hand continuing to massage the flesh and pulling at the loose skin, showing off his reddened, swollen head. Pre-cum had begun to slowly leak out from his little slit and it beaded down into a small, congealed droplet, tempting you as your eye fixated on him.
“I see you, you want to taste it dont you?” You nodded once again, Gortash smirked to himself and pushed his cock down, aiming it at you, “open your mouth for me,” he ordered and you obeyed, pulling yourself away and eagerly parting your lips. “Tongue out,” you obeyed one again, “what a good little whore you are,” he complimented with an ounce of sincerity, hidden within venomous condescension. Your tongue grew cold as it hung out of your mouth, eagerly awaiting your next order, which came like a gilded lily, excitedly anticipated.
“Taste.” You threw yourself forward but his other hand stopped you, holding you back as you let out a small whine, “only a taste, nothing more, do I make myself clear?” You nodded and as he removed his hand you began to slowly move forward, making sure to only let your tongue touch the smallest amount of his cock as you licked at the pearlescent liquid.
His hand came to your head once again and he pushed you back, a smirk plastered on his lips, “that’s enough, back to your place whore.” With another slow nod you leaned yourself back down and placed your nose upon his taint, taking in that scent once more.
Even though a part of you felt humiliated you couldn't deny just how wet it was making you, fingers slid within your folds with ease, your juices dripped down onto the stone floor and left messy puddles that would only grow in size. The tips of your digits teased at your entrance, nerves aflame with sexual pressure, you wished so bad to taste yourself after tasting him, but you held back insteads choosing to wait for his next order.
“You did good,” he lifted his cock and showed you his balls once again, “you deserve a small treat at least, you can taste my balls,” you sucked in an excited breath, “go on.” Sliding your mouth along his skin you let your tongue fully slip out, running it along his hairy flesh and tasting the sweat of his day, “there we go,” he growled, bringing his free hand to your hair and taking a fistful, “taste the sweat of the man who’s going to take over The Gate.”
You nuzzled your mouth into him, making sure to run your tongue along as much of that wrinkled, hairy flesh as possible, Gortash let out a deep moan as you licked at his skin, cock twitching within his hand and a deep breath escaping through his teeth. “That’s it,” he whispered, leaning his head back and holding you in place, spit began to dribble down your chin as you sloppily ran your tongue over him, “alright whore,” he began, lifting his gaze enough to meet yours, hungry and impatient, “move your lips lower.”
You obeyed his order and manoeuvred your mouth to his taint. “Lower.” He ordered again, and as your nose moved closer he thrust his hips into you, “one more sniff,” you took a deep breath in, eyes fluttering into your eyelids as you felt your clit twitch with arousal.
Enver moved his hips again, opening his legs as wide as he could within the confines of his half-removed clothes, revealing his crack. “Take your hands and open me, go on,” you pushed yourself away and tenderly placed a hand on either of his cheeks before sliding your thumbs within and opening his ass, revealing his pert hole, causing your mouth to salivate once again. “Get your tongue in there little slut.”
You dipped yourself into him, tongue jutted out and ready to taste Gortash once more. The tip teased at his hole, twitching with excitement once you finally made contact, and a low purr escaped him as he massaged his cock, increasing the pace and relaxing into the touches. Those low groans and growls that escaped Gortash spurred you on to dig your tongue deeper within, hiding the tip in his hole and swirling it around the entrance, his thighs twitched in pleasure and you could feel the nerves of his body convulsing in anticipation.
“See how good I treat you when you do what you’re told?” He quipped, looking down at you through his eyelashes and grinning. You grunted in response and continued to pleasure him, feral gaze fixated on the way his eyebrows would knit together for a split second as his muscles jerked about. You pulled away to catch some oxygen, lungs burning with laboured breaths before diving yourself back in with a snarl, earning a shocked, but pleasurable, gasp.
“Look at you,” he whispered through his breaths, “I think you’ve earned another taste, come here to me.” He motioned with his right hand, decorated finger curling invitingly, you lifted yourself up and crawled up his body, a wide smile spreading over your smitten face as you stared up at him in a stupor. Gortash straightened himself out and met you at eye level, “are you smiling?” He asked, running his fingers along his cock and cleaning it of the liquid that had, once again, seeped out, making that swollen head shiny slick with his juices.
Holding the two index fingers of his left hand to your mouth he spoke once again, “you truly are a dirty, filthy whore, aren’t you? Open.”
You opened your mouth and quickly replied, breathlessly yearning for his touch, “only for you, my lord.” With a pleased smile Gortash held his digits in front of your face and you let your tongue hang out once again. He placed his fingers within, starting them halfway into your mouth and pushing them in further, spreading his liquid along your tongue as his fingers travelled down your gullet.
“That’s it,” he whispered, admiring your composure, “down my fingers go, into your throat,” a light gag escaped you and his expression soured, “ah ah ah, no choking now. Don’t waste this gift I’m so generously giving you, my dear.” You took a moment, blinking away the tears that had formed within your eyes, and steeled your nerves as Gortash slowly sank his fingers down as far as they could go, until his gilded knuckles tapped on your chin and you could almost feel his tips sink into your stomach acid.
“Mmm, good slut,” he moaned, like honey drizzled over warm, buttered bread, utterly irresistible, “you’ve done awfully well, I almost didn’t think you’d be so fervent in your oblation of me,” he pulled his hand out and ran his thumb over your lower lip, “but you soon realised I’m the only one who can provide what you need, seeing as I am the one who owns you, after all.” He grabbed your chin once again and pulled you in close, voice dipping low just as before, “who do you belong to?”
“You, Lord Gortash,” you replied, breathless as you stared at him, “I belong to you,” a serene smile spread over your face. Your hands moved up his legs and back down, nails digging into the fabric as you dragged them along, “please my lord, let me taste you,” you were begging him with big, wet eyes, mouth open and panting as you crawled in as close as you could get without fully mounting him.
Gortash took a moment to think before letting out a hum and smiling, “fine, fine, you’ve earned it,” he leaned himself back and held his hand at the base of his cock. Your heart skipped a beat and you crawled forward, eyes trained on the twitching dick in front of you, a small, pathetic, moan escaping you while you parted his thighs and opened your mouth once again, tongue draped out expectantly as you inched yourself in closer and closer until you finally connected, once again tasting the acrid bitterness of his unclean skin as his familiar pre-cum spread over tour tastebuds.
You flattened your tongue over him, slowly taking in more of his cock and as you did a soft, lurid moan seeped out with your satisfied sigh, earning a low chuckle from your lover, which led into a deep groan as you sheathed your lips over the tip.
“That’s it,” Gortash growled, “wrap yourself around,” his free hand came to the back of your head, taking a fistful of hair, before he began to push you down, impatiently forcing your mouth further down his cock. “You have to do the work here my dear,” he teased, “I’m very tired from my day you know, I’ve been busy. That’s why I taste so dirty, but you don’t care do you?” Gortash laughed to himself, dark and deep as you silently choked on his cock, “look at you, ecstatic that I’m finally letting you take in my cock. There we are.”
Your mouth was halfway down his cock, and even though he was impatient to have you pleasure him the desire to tease and play with you outweighed it. You could feel your body reacting accordingly as satisfaction seeped into your being, your pussy continued to throb after being left wanting more, dripping down onto the stone floor below as you thrust your hips into the air, muscles twitching expectantly, begging for another touch. Gortash continued to push your mouth down, “there we go, deeper little slut,” you gagged once more as that last inch pushed through, tip tickling your tonsils, “ deeper ” he ordered and you obeyed, taking a deep breath through your nose and steeling your nerves before forcing yourself down and sending his tip into your gullet, replacing the fingers he’d removed earlier.
Another low chuckle left him followed close by a sigh, “there we are, you do so well when following my instructions closely, I’m almost glad you offered your body to me those weeks ago,” he removed his hand and you began to bob your mouth up and down, tongue lapping at the flesh within like a wave hitting the shore. “I’d be much more pent up these days without you my dear, through, of course,” his tone changed from sincerity to mischief, “I could always get some ten gold whore to fuck me the same.” You looked up at him and grunted like you were apologising. He laughed once again and leaned his elbow on the arm of the chair, placing his cheek upon gilded gauntlet, “oh I’m teasing, no ten gold whore would worship me like you do.”
You looked back down at his body and continued to slobber over his cock, spit dribbling down your chin as you picked up your pace, impatiently wanting to proceed to the next step as you could still feel your dripping cunt twitching in a vain attempt to divert your attentions.
“Look at you,” he murmured, tilting his head inquisitively with a devious grin, “did my little slut miss me that much?” As you pushed your head down his cock you gave a small nod the entire way, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “were you sat here begging for me to come and fuck you?” you nodded again, earning a low chuckle. “I can tell you were, look how feral you are for me, like a dog backed into a corner, such wild eyes,” he reached out with his free hand and took your hair into his fist once again, “but I can tell you missed me, the way you’re worshipping my cock like it’s your only food source, did the courtiers fail to feed my little whore today, hm? Is that why you’re so desperate to have me fill you?”
Gortash pulled you from his cock, saliva dribbling down from your mouth, being the only thing connecting you to him for a short minute, you let out a sharp gasp as your lungs burned with excess oxygen, body almost shivering. “I think you’ve wetted me enough, come.” Enver pulled you up and you obeyed, crawling your way over his body and straddling his waiting hips, hands resting on his shoulders as you looked him in the eye. “Kiss me, let me taste myself on your lips,” you didn't need any more instruction, thrusting yourself forward you crashed your lips into his and cupped his jaw, stubble tickling your hands as you rubbed your thumbs over his scars.
You could taste the whiskey you’d smelled earlier, along with his familiar cigars and the sweet drawl of his tongue, darting out of his mouth and spreading his saliva over your lips as you flicked your own tongue along with him, gasping between fervent kisses, but just as you got into it he yanked you back by your hair, earning a shrill gasp from you followed by a low whine.
“That’s enough,” he stated with a smirk, “only one kiss today, and you did not disappoint my dear,” he wiped his mouth with his other hand and smiled. “Now,” Gortash began, moving his left hand down towards your crotch and flashing his yellowed teeth, “I’ll see if you’re ready for me or not, hold still my dear.”
You could feel his fingers grazing over the folds of your labia, soaked in your juices as you stained his trousers below, the tips of his digits gently caressing along the sensitive skin before being almost forcefully shoved in, not inside you but along your swollen folds, over your clitoris and teasing at your entrance before he gently pushed a single finger within. A soft gasp escaped you as you rut your hips into his touches, desperately trying to feel more of him, “m-my lord Gortash please-”
“Please what?” he asked innocently as he sheathed his fingers up to the knuckle, a low groan leaving you as you felt your body twitch in excitement. Gortash chuckled again as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, “am I not being generous enough with my touches?” as he spoke he thrust his finger in time with his words, the last one hard and taunting. He chuckled again as you squirmed in pleasure, “look at your dripping pussy, desperate for me,” Gortash pulled your head back with his right hand, earning a shrill grunt from you, before pushing his face down and biting at the skin of your clavicle, leaving his teeth imprinted on you.
You screamed a lurid moan as the pain mixed with the pleasure hit you and Gortash pulled away with a smile, “what a little fucking whore you are,” he chuckled as he increased the pumping of his fingers within you, you thighs twitching and jolting as you felt the embers of your orgasm ignote within your thighs, “but you know what?” He whispered, silently asking for you to face him and reply, which you did by looking him in the eye and gasping, “you’re my fucking whore, to what whatever I please with.”
“Haah- nghh- Gortash-” you were panting like a dog, chest heaving while your lungs burned, your fingers dug into the fabric of his shoulders while your legs twitched and jolted below.
“So familiar! I don’t believe you’ve earned the right to drop honorifics just yet you know,” Gortash pulled his fingers out, earning a low, pathetic whine from you, “now now, I’m simply going to give you what you want, after all, is it not my cock you’ve been begging for this whole time?” You nodded furiously as he moved his hand to his dick, holding it in place, “come on, I’ve already said I’m not doing all the work, make yourself useful.”
You nodded and manoeuvred your hips, hovering your dripping entrance above his waiting cock, you slowly pushed yourself down while Gortash massaged through your folds with his tip, coating it with your juices. As his tip pressed against your entrance you could feel your body heat up again, desperate to have him fill you once more, like you were a war starved widow spending your first night with your husband after a long battle. Tenderly, but impatient, you dipped your hips down and pushed him within, that girthy, saliva coated, cock of his filling you up as you moaned pervertedly.
“There we go, all the way down now, what a good little harlot,” a new nickname added to your roster, “don’t I fill you up well, hm?” You nodded furiously, mind too boggled to fully form words, you could feel his cock pressing against that sweet spot, not quite hitting it yet. His hand found purchase on your hip as you began to rock your hips to and fro, waves of pleasure echoing through your spine as your nerves lit up on fire and a lurid moan left you.
“Ngh- haah-” you could feel his cock pressing against your walls as you rutted yourself into him, soft gasps escaping the both of you as his composed mask slipped a little, his fingers dug into the skin of your hips leaving little red half-moon’s imprinted within, but Gortash was far more collected than you were. A single droplet of sweat dripped down his forehead while beads soaked through your hairline, down your back, along your neck, catching every chill of the breezes that seeped into the old room.
“You can’t even form words,” Gortash panted, letting out a breathy chuckle. “What a little wretch you are,” you began to lift your hips rather than roll them, the harsh sound of your ass hitting against his thighs rang out along with your grunts and moans, “can you hear that?” he asked, "I've been overfeeding you, such a plump toy you are to make such a perverted sound, but I like it.” He leaned into your body and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, relishing in your sweaty smell and licking along the skin, tasting you.
You could feel your body crying out for your orgasm, the heat of your thighs and the way your body convulsed and twitched caused your breaths to become even shorter. Gortash’s cock was hitting just where you needed it to and it sent you wild; while you attempted to form words, asking, begging to orgasm you just couldn't manage it, only grunts and moans left your mouth despite the articulate argument you were planning within your head.
Enver was almost equally dishevelled, his hips beginning to rut into you as he prepared to release the stress of his day, but he held back, removing his face from your neck and showing off his teeth, “I can tell you want to cum, do you think you deserve to, hm? Have you earned the reward of cumming all over my cock?”
With shuddered gasps you nodded furiously, running your hands up from his shoulders and into his hair, viciously threading your fingers through his locks as you bounced on his cock. Gortash let out a low hum, comedically tilting his head with a sly smirk, taking his time to come up with his answer as you whined while fucking him.
“Oh alright then,” he finally replied after too long of a beat, “I’m feeling really rather generous today, you can cum,” you let out a grateful sigh and finally let your body relax, letting go of the tension it held as you stopped yourself from orgasming, the wave washing over you while your muscles spasmed and twitched.
“Nggh! Fuck-” your words finally spilled out as you threw your head back, walls clamping around Gortash’s cock, massaging him from the inside as he sucked in a shrill gasp, teeth clenched in pleasure. Your hand shot down and you heightened your orgasm, circling the tips over your clitoris, making your entire body jolt and shiver, voice now fitting your role as whore as you moaned Gortash’s name over and over. He looked down and admired your hand, admired you , how beautiful his little toy was cumming on him like this.
“That’s it,” he laughed breathily, “cum for me, let them know who fucks you this good, Enver. Fucking. Gortash.” Another chuckle left him as he revelled in your reaction, still moaning and mumbling his name while your body convulsed around his cock, but you could tell he was close too, the way his hands dug into your skin, the gritting of his teeth and those shortened wheezes.
Even though you hadn’t fully stopped orgasming you leaned yourself down and placed your forehead on his, cupping his cheeks and breathing in his air. “Please my lord, cum for me, I need you.”
Gortash chuckled again and pulled away, “you did a good job tonight, a very good job indeed, but you’ve still not earned the right for me to fill you, have you now?” You let out a sob and he laughed again, placing his hands on your hips and pushing you away, sliding himself from you and resting his cock between your stomachs, “go on,” he spoke softly, “finish me off.”
With an exhausted nod you slid your hand down and took him within your grasp, quickly jerking him off as he bit at his lower lip and groaned in pleasure. His thighs jolted underneath you and before long he finally hissed in release, semen painting your lower abdomen, leaking down onto your spent cunt. Gortash growled in pleasure which leaked through those familiar grunts and gritted teeth, his hands ran along your thighs, gilded claws scratching at the skin, and furrowed his brow.
You both remained there for a moment breathlessly panting, taking in the others hot air with each intake. Your brain swam in satisfaction, fogged up as your body slowly relaxed on top of your lover, the soft caress of the breeze earlier no longer felt sensual, now it was simply cold upon your sweat soaked skin.
“Very good my dear,” Gortash finally spoke, composing his mask once again, that confident, quick and easy smile plastered on his face, “I can attend the rest of my day without worrying about the stress.” He began to push you off and you obeyed, crawling onto the floor and bowing your head.
“Happy to help you my lord,” you looked up at him as he pulled his trousers up and covered his shame, “I’ll be here should you need me later on.” Your hands instinctively covered your body in embarrassment but Gortash simply laughed to himself, bending down and taking your face within his hand.
“There’s no need to hide yourself,” his voice dipped into a threatening whisper, “everyone here knows you’re my whore, nothing more, nothing less, no need to bother acting so demurely. They won’t believe you.” He let you go, throwing you back a little, “now, I need to go clean myself up. Do make sure you’re ready for the next time, hm? I don’t want to be kept waiting again.” He walked towards the doorway and you nodded in agreement.
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Your list for today was a bath, with a hint of lily, minimal makeup and your hair however you wished to present it, the clothes picked for you were skimpy, showing off the parts of your body Gortash enjoyed the most, and then, once finished you were to go to his study to keep your Lord company while he does his tedious amounts of political paperwork.
So you sat by his chair and waited.
And waited.
And waited.
Hours passed as you perched yourself on the cold stone floor, Gortash was later than he said he would be, much later, and the boredom got the better of you. Your eyelids grew heavy and the arm of the chair seemed increasingly more comfortable, before you knew it you had drifted off into a peaceful slumber, those designated early wake up calls getting the better of you, consuming your body with exhaustion. It wasn’t until the chair was pulled out from under you that you would awaken, head almost hitting the ground as you sucked in a shrill breath and shot open your eyelids.
“Well well,” a familiarly gruff voice rang out, you looked up and saw Lord Gortash stood over, gilded hands gripping the sides of his chair as he grinned a smirk, “sleeping on the job are we? What a disappointment.”
“M-my lord!” with haste you leaned yourself up onto your knees and bowed your head in apology, “I’m so sorry I didn’t realise I had fallen asleep!”
Gortash let out a low chuckle, rounding his chair and letting his sharpened fingers carve out small scars into the wood, “of course you didn’t, no one knows when they’re asleep after all,” he sat down in his chair, letting out a small huff, before grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at him, “but I would think someone who knew I was going to be here would endeavour to stay awake for me, especially when that someone belongs to me, no?”
Even though he was sitting there berating you, digging his claws into your skin and threatening to pierce it, you were aroused. Perhaps it was because your body connected Gortash to sexual pleasure, so simply being around him would probably illicit a reaction like that, or, and this was much more likely, you found it painfully arousing to used and treated like an object by him, after all, want that the reason you gave him your body as payment those weeks go?
“My lord please,” your eyes darkened with lust, you purse your lips together and leaned yourself into his touch, running your hands over his clothed legs and towards his crotch, “let me apologise, I’ll make it up to you I promise.”
Gortash hummed inquisitively, studying your face as he turned it side to side, “I suppose I can afford you one more chance, I am a rather benevolent man when faced with someone on their knees, begging for it.” He leaned himself forward, placing your faces inches apart, so close that you could feel the heat of his breath and even smell the whiskey he’d been drinking before this.
With his free hand he ran the warmth of his knuckle over your cheek, you felt your breath hitch in your throat as your head nodded slowly, “I’m so very sorry My Lord, please, I’ll make you feel so good.” Your hands fumbled around with the strings of his trousers, pointedly making sure he could feel you .
“Hm. I should think so,” Gortash dug the sharpened claw of his thumb into your cheek and scratched your upper most layer of skin, tiny droplets of blood emerged from the small wound and pooled together to form a larger drop. “After all, I don’t keep you around for your sharpened wit, nor for your intellect, I keep you around for one thing and one thing only,” his voice deepened as he dipped into a breathy whisper, “ perhaps you should get to it, slut .”
Spit pooled underneath your tongue as Gortash sat himself back, releasing his grip from your cheeks and resting his hands on the arms of the chair, you swallowed it and steadied your breath, calming the shaking of your hands are they hastily fumbled around, still trying to untie his trousers.
“You’re all over the place tonight,” you could sense disappointment in his voice as Gortash stared down at you, “sit back and take your own clothes off, I’ll afford you this one luxury and that is all.”
A chill haunted it’s way across your skin; you nodded and leaned back, hands continuing to tremble as you brought them to your clothing, undressing yourself in front of your master, revealing more skin as he growled through his yellowed teeth, eyes darkening with desire while his hands tugged at the strings of his trousers, releasing the fabric covering his limp cock. It fell open half-heartedly and your eyes widened, heart skipping a beat as you leaned yourself in closer, showing off your now naked body. You slithered yourself closer, gaze focused on the way his dick was twitching, almost strangled, begging to be touched, perhaps even tasted.
“Look at you,” Gortash chuckled, staring at you like a predator does to their prey, “I can see your mouth salivating already. Do you truly yearn for my cock so?” He wormed his left hand down and lightly took it within his fingers, soft flesh slowly growing as he massaged his fingers along the shaft. You nodded pathetically, brows knitted together as your breaths grew shorter. Another low chuckle left the Banite, hand continuing to massage himself while he continued to speak, “you want to taste me, whore? Well you’re going to have to wait.” His other hand fumbled with his trousers, pulling them down enough and gesturing for you to slip underneath his legs.
Your head now between bare thighs, his hair tickling your cheek, Gortash slid himself down, placing his knees on your shoulders and continuing to jerk himself harder, “you’re going to have to work for my cock little slut,” he lifted his half-chub up and showed off his pube covered balls, “go on, smell them, stick your nose into my taint and take a good, long, whiff.” A smirk tugged at the corner of his lip, taunting and devious, eyes trained on the way you leaned yourself down, nodding furiously before sliding your nose into him, taking a deep breath through your nostrils; inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne and sweat.
A low moan escaped you and a pleasurable shiver echoed through our body, hand absentmindedly snaking itself down your body and coming between your legs, lightly grazing the tips along your hardening shaft as your own cock twitched with anticipation.
“Mmm what a good little whore you are, readying yourself for my, but you wont get what you want for a while,” you looked up at Gortash who was surreptitiously licking his tongue between his lips, “not until I’m certain you’re truly sorry for what you did.”
You nuzzled your nose further into him, mouth pressing into the crack of his ass as you breathed all over the hair, “tell me what to do my lord,” you mumbled into his flesh, jutting your tongue out and almost teasing him with.
Gortash was almost fully hard, his hand continuing to massage the flesh and pulling at the loose skin, showing off his reddened, swollen head. Pre-cum had begun to slowly leak out from his little slit and it beaded down into a small, congealed droplet, tempting you as your eye fixated on him.
“I see you, you want to taste it dont you?” You nodded once again, Gortash smirked to himself and pushed his cock down, aiming it at you, “open your mouth for me,” he ordered and you obeyed, pulling yourself away and eagerly parting your lips. “Tongue out,” you obeyed one again, “what a good little whore you are,” he complimented with an ounce of sincerity, hidden within venomous condescension. Your tongue grew cold as it hung out of your mouth, eagerly awaiting your next order, which came like a gilded lily, excitedly anticipated.
“Taste.” You threw yourself forward but his other hand stopped you, holding you back as you let out a small whine, “only a taste, nothing more, do I make myself clear?” You nodded and as he removed his hand you began to slowly move forward, making sure to only let your tongue touch the smallest amount of his cock as you licked at the pearlescent liquid.
His hand came to your head once again and he pushed you back, a smirk plastered on his lips, “that’s enough, back to your place whore.” With another slow nod you leaned yourself back down and placed your nose upon his taint, taking in that scent once more.
Even though part of you felt humiliated you couldn’t deny how aroused it was making you, your cock twitched expectantly as your hand caressed the skin, asa light as you could so as not to encourage any kind of rage from your master, beads of pre-cum seeped from your slit and left messy little puddles on the floor, You wished so bad to taste yourself after tasting him but you held back, instead choosing to wait for his next order.
“You did good,” he lifted his cock and showed you his balls once again, “you deserve a small treat at least, you can taste my balls,” you sucked in an excited breath, “go on.” Sliding your mouth along his skin you let your tongue fully slip out, running it along his hairy flesh and tasting the sweat of his day, “there we go,” he growled, bringing his free hand to your hair and taking a fistful, “taste the sweat of the man who’s going to take over The Gate.”
You nuzzled your mouth into him, making sure to run your tongue along as much of that wrinkled, hairy flesh as possible, Gortash let out a deep moan as you licked at his skin, cock twitching within his hand and a deep breath escaping through his teeth. “That’s it,” he whispered, leaning his head back and holding you in place, spit began to dribble down your chin as you sloppily ran your tongue over him, “alright whore,” he began, lifting his gaze enough to meet yours, hungry and impatient, “move your lips lower.”
You obeyed his order and manoeuvred your mouth to his taint. “Lower.” He ordered again, and as your nose moved closer he thrust his hips into you, “one more sniff,” you took a deep breath in, eyes fluttering into your eyelids as you felt your cock twitch with arousal.
Enver moved his hips again, opening his legs as wide as he could within the confines of his half-removed clothes, revealing his crack. “Take your hands and open me, go on,” you pushed yourself away and tenderly placed a hand on either of his cheeks before sliding your thumbs within and opening his ass, revealing his pert hole, causing your mouth to salivate once again. “Get your tongue in there little slut.”
You dipped yourself into him, tongue jutted out and ready to taste Gortash once more. The tip teased at his hole, twitching with excitement once you finally made contact, and a low purr escaped him as he massaged his cock, increasing the pace and relaxing into the touches. Those low groans and growls that escaped Gortash spurred you on to dig your tongue deeper within, hiding the tip in his hole and swirling it around the entrance, his thighs twitched in pleasure and you could feel the nerves of his body convulsing in anticipation.
“See how good I treat you when you do what you’re told?” He quipped, looking down at you through his eyelashes and grinning. You grunted in response and continued to pleasure him, feral gaze fixated on the way his eyebrows would knit together for a split second as his muscles jerked about. You pulled away to catch some oxygen, lungs burning with laboured breaths before diving yourself back in with a snarl, earning a shocked, but pleasurable, gasp.
“Look at you,” he whispered through his breaths, “I think you’ve earned another taste, come here to me.” He motioned with his right hand, decorated finger curling invitingly, you lifted yourself up and crawled up his body, a wide smile spreading over your smitten face as you stared up at him in a stupor. Gortash straightened himself out and met you at eye level, “are you smiling?” He asked, running his fingers along his cock and cleaning it of the liquid that had, once again, seeped out, making that swollen head shiny slick with his juices.
Holding the two index fingers of his left hand to your mouth he spoke once again, “you truly are a dirty, filthy whore, aren’t you? Open.”
You opened your mouth and quickly replied, breathlessly yearning for his touch, “only for you, my lord.” With a pleased smile Gortash held his digits in front of your face and you let your tongue hang out once again. He placed his fingers within, starting them halfway into your mouth and pushing them in further, spreading his liquid along your tongue as his fingers travelled down your gullet.
“That’s it,” he whispered, admiring your composure, “down my fingers go, into your throat,” a light gag escaped you and his expression soured, “ah ah ah, no choking now. Don’t waste this gift I’m so generously giving you, my dear.” You took a moment, blinking away the tears that had formed within your eyes, and steeled your nerves as Gortash slowly sank his fingers down as far as they could go, until his gilded knuckles tapped on your chin and you could almost feel his tips sink into your stomach acid.
“Mmm, good slut,” he moaned, like honey drizzled over warm, buttered bread, utterly irresistible, “you’ve done awfully well, I almost didn’t think you’d be so fervent in your oblation of me,” he pulled his hand out and ran his thumb over your lower lip, “but you soon realised I’m the only one who can provide what you need, seeing as I am the one who owns you, after all.” He grabbed your chin once again and pulled you in close, voice dipping low just as before, “who do you belong to?”
“You, Lord Gortash,” you replied, breathless as you stared at him, “I belong to you,” a serene smile spread over your face. Your hands moved up his legs and back down, nails digging into the fabric as you dragged them along, “please my lord, let me taste you,” you were begging him with big, wet eyes, mouth open and panting as you crawled in as close as you could get without fully mounting him.
Gortash took a moment to think before letting out a hum and smiling, “fine, fine, you’ve earned it,” he leaned himself back and held his hand at the base of his cock. Your heart skipped a beat and you crawled forward, eyes trained on the twitching dick in front of you, a small, pathetic, moan escaping you while you parted his thighs and opened your mouth once again, tongue draped out expectantly as you inched yourself in closer and closer until you finally connected, once again tasting the acrid bitterness of his unclean skin as his familiar pre-cum spread over tour tastebuds.
You flattened your tongue over him, slowly taking in more of his cock and as you did a soft, lurid moan seeped out with your satisfied sigh, earning a low chuckle from your lover, which led into a deep groan as you sheathed your lips over the tip.
“That’s it,” Gortash growled, “wrap yourself around,” his free hand came to the back of your head, taking a fistful of hair, before he began to push you down, impatiently forcing your mouth further down his cock. “You have to do the work here my dear,” he teased, “I’m very tired from my day you know, I’ve been busy. That’s why I taste so dirty, but you don’t care do you?” Gortash laughed to himself, dark and deep as you silently choked on his cock, “look at you, ecstatic that I’m finally letting you take in my cock. There we are.”
Your mouth was halfway down his cock, and even though he was impatient to have you pleasure him the desire to tease and play with you outweighed it. You could feel your body reacting accordingly as satisfaction seeped into your being, your cock continued to twitch and throb, left wanting more from your abrupt touches earlier, pre cum continued to leak out and drip onto the stone floor below, your hips thrusting as your muscles jolted, begging for another touch.
Gortash continued to push your mouth down, “there we go, deeper little slut,” you gagged once more as that last inch pushed through, tip tickling your tonsils, “ deeper ” he ordered and you obeyed, taking a deep breath through your nose and steeling your nerves before forcing yourself down and sending his tip into your gullet, replacing the fingers he’d removed earlier.
Another low chuckle left him followed close by a sigh, “there we are, you do so well when following my instructions closely, I’m almost glad you offered your body to me those weeks ago,” he removed his hand and you began to bob your mouth up and down, tongue lapping at the flesh within like a wave hitting the shore. “I’d be much more pent up these days without you my dear, through, of course,” his tone changed from sincerity to mischief, “I could always get some ten gold whore to fuck me the same.” You looked up at him and grunted like you were apologising. He laughed once again and leaned his elbow on the arm of the chair, placing his cheek upon gilded gauntlet, “oh I’m teasing, no ten gold whore would worship me like you do.”
You looked back down at his body and continued to slobber over his cock, spit dribbling down your chin as you picked up your pace, impatiently wanting to proceed to the next step as you could still feel your throbbing cock twitching in a vain attempt to divert your attentions.
“Look at you,” he murmured, tilting his head inquisitively with a devious grin, “did my little slut miss me that much?” As you pushed your head down his cock you gave a small nod the entire way, looking up at him through your eyelashes, “were you sat here begging for me to come and fuck you?” you nodded again, earning a low chuckle. “I can tell you were, look how feral you are for me, like a dog backed into a corner, such wild eyes,” he reached out with his free hand and took your hair into his fist once again, “but I can tell you missed me, the way you’re worshipping my cock like it’s your only food source, did the courtiers fail to feed my little whore today, hm? Is that why you’re so desperate to have me fill you?”
Gortash pulled you from his cock, saliva dribbling down from your mouth, being the only thing connecting you to him for a short minute, you let out a sharp gasp as your lungs burned with excess oxygen, body almost shivering. “I think you’ve wetted me enough, come.” Enver pulled you up and you obeyed, crawling your way over his body and straddling his waiting hips, hands resting on his shoulders as you looked him in the eye. “Kiss me, let me taste myself on your lips,” you didn't need any more instruction, thrusting yourself forward you crashed your lips into his and cupped his jaw, stubble tickling your hands as you rubbed your thumbs over his scars.
You could taste the whiskey you’d smelled earlier, along with his familiar cigars and the sweet drawl of his tongue, darting out of his mouth and spreading his saliva over your lips as you flicked your own tongue along with him, gasping between fervent kisses, but just as you got into it he yanked you back by your hair, earning a shrill gasp from you followed by a low whine.
“That’s enough,” he stated with a smirk, “only one kiss today, and you did not disappoint my dear,” he wiped his mouth with his other hand and smiled. “Now,” Gortash began, moving his left hand down towards your crotch and flashing his yellowed teeth, “I’ll see if you’re ready
You could feel his fingers grazing over your cock, soaked in your juices as your pre-cum stained his trousers below, the tips of his fingers gently caressing down, over your balls and under your arse until they danced around your arsehole, your cock twitched with excitement as he pushed his fingers within, just the one and slowly at first. You rut your hips into his touches, desperately trying to feel more of him, whether that was along your cock, which pressed against the base of his belly, or from the fingers behind you, now two which he sheathed within, “m-my lord Gortash, please-”
“Please what?” he asked innocently as he sheathed his fingers up to the knuckle, a low groan leaving you as you felt your body twitch in excitement. Gortash chuckled again as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, “am I not being generous enough with my touches?” as he spoke he thrust his finger in time with his words, the last one hard and taunting. He chuckled again as you squirmed in pleasure, “look at your throbbing cock, desperate for me,” Gortash pulled your head back with his right hand, earning a shrill grunt from you, before pushing his face down and biting at the skin of your clavicle, leaving his teeth imprinted on you.
You screamed a lurid moan as the pain mixed with the pleasure hit you and Gortash pulled away with a smile, “what a little fucking whore you are,” he chuckled as he increased the pumping of his fingers within you, you thighs twitching and jolting as you felt the embers of your orgasm ignote within your thighs, “but you know what?” He whispered, silently asking for you to face him and reply, which you did by looking him in the eye and gasping, “you’re my fucking whore, to what whatever I please with.”
“Haah- nghh- Gortash-” you were panting like a dog, chest heaving while your lungs burned, your fingers dug into the fabric of his shoulders while your legs twitched and jolted below.
“So familiar! I don’t believe you’ve earned the right to drop honorifics just yet you know,” Gortash pulled his fingers out, earning a low, pathetic whine from you, “now now, I’m simply going to give you what you want, after all, is it not my cock you’ve been begging for this whole time?” You nodded furiously as he moved his hand to his dick, holding it in place, “come on, I’ve already said I’m not doing all the work, make yourself useful.”
You nodded and manoeuvred your hips, hovering your entrance above his waiting cock, you slowly pushed yourself down while Gortash took your cock within his other hand, massaging it tenderly. As his tip pressed against your entrance you could feel your body heat up again, desperate to have him fill you once more, like you were a war starved widow spending your first night with your husband after a long battle. Tenderly, but impatient, you dipped your hips down and pushed him within, that girthy, saliva coated, cock of his filling you up as you moaned pervertedly.
“There we go, all the way down now, what a good little harlot,” a new nickname added to your roster, “don’t I fill you up well, hm?” You nodded furiously, mind too boggled to fully form words, you could feel his cock pressing against that sweet spot, not quite hitting it yet. His hand found purchase on your hip as you began to rock your hips to and fro, waves of pleasure echoing through your spine as your nerves lit up on fire and a lurid moan left you.
“Ngh- haah-” you could feel his cock pressing against your walls as you rutted yourself into him, soft gasps escaping the both of you as his composed mask slipped a little, his fingers dug into the skin of your hips leaving little red half-moon’s imprinted within, but Gortash was far more collected than you were. A single droplet of sweat dripped down his forehead while beads soaked through your hairline, down your back, along your neck, catching every chill of the breezes that seeped into the old room.
“You can’t even form words,” Gortash panted, letting out a breathy chuckle. “What a little wretch you are,” you began to lift your hips rather than roll them, the harsh sound of your ass hitting against his thighs rang out along with your grunts and moans, “can you hear that?” he asked, "I've been overfeeding you, such a plump toy you are to make such a perverted sound, but I like it.” He leaned into your body and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, relishing in your sweaty smell and licking along the skin, tasting you.
You could feel your body crying out for your orgasm, the heat of your thighs and the way your body convulsed and twitched caused your breaths to become even shorter. Gortash’s cock was hitting just where you needed it to and it sent you wild; while you attempted to form words, asking, begging to orgasm you just couldn't manage it, only grunts and moans left your mouth despite the articulate argument you were planning within your head.
Enver was almost equally dishevelled, his hips beginning to rut into you as he prepared to release the stress of his day, but he held back, removing his face from your neck and showing off his teeth, “I can tell you want to cum, do you think you deserve to, hm? Have you earned the reward of cumming all over my stomach?”
With shuddered gasps you nodded furiously, running your hands up from his shoulders and into his hair, viciously threading your fingers through his locks as you bounced on his cock. Gortash let out a low hum, comedically tilting his head with a sly smirk, taking his time to come up with his answer as you whined while fucking him.
“Oh alright then,” he finally replied after too long of a beat, “I’m feeling really rather generous today, you can cum,” you let out a grateful sigh and finally let your body relax, letting go of the tension it held as you stopped yourself from orgasming, the wave washing over you while your muscles spasmed and twitched.
“Nggh! Fuck-” your words finally spilled out as you threw your head back, walls clamping around Gortash’s cock, massaging him from the inside as he sucked in a shrill gasp, teeth clenched in pleasure. His hand continued to jerk you off, tightening his grip on your cock, making your entire body jolt and shiver, voice now fitting your role as whore as you moaned Gortash’s name over and over. Cum shot out from your cock, painting his black jacket with white liquid, staining him with your essence, he looked down and admired it, admired you , how beautiful his little toy was cumming on him like this.
“That’s it,” he laughed breathily, “cum for me, let them know who fucks you this good, Enver. Fucking. Gortash.” Another chuckle left him as he revelled in your reaction, still moaning and mumbling his name while your body convulsed around his cock, but you could tell he was close too, the way his hands dug into your skin, the gritting of his teeth and those shortened wheezes.
Even though you hadn’t fully stopped orgasming you leaned yourself down and placed your forehead on his, cupping his cheeks and breathing in his air. “Please my lord, cum for me, I need you.”
Gortash chuckled again and pulled away, “you did a good job tonight, a very good job indeed, but you’ve still not earned the right for me to fill you, have you now?” You let out a sob and he laughed again, placing his hands on your hips and pushing you away, sliding himself from you and resting his cock between your stomachs, “go on,” he spoke softly, “finish me off.”
With an exhausted nod you slid your hand down and took him within your grasp, quickly jerking him off as he bit at his lower lip and groaned in pleasure. His thighs jolted underneath you and before long he finally hissed in release, semen painting your lower abdomen, leaking down onto your spent cock. Gortash growled in pleasure which leaked through those familiar grunts and gritted teeth, his hands ran along your thighs, gilded claws scratching at the skin, and furrowed his brow.
You both remained there for a moment breathlessly panting, taking in the others hot air with each intake. Your brain swam in satisfaction, fogged up as your body slowly relaxed on top of your lover, the soft caress of the breeze earlier no longer felt sensual, now it was simply cold upon your sweat soaked skin.
“Very good my dear,” Gortash finally spoke, composing his mask once again, that confident, quick and easy smile plastered on his face, “I can attend the rest of my day without worrying about the stress.” He began to push you off and you obeyed, crawling onto the floor and bowing your head.
“Happy to help you my lord,” you looked up at him as he pulled his trousers up and covered his shame, “I’ll be here should you need me later on.” Your hands instinctively covered your body in embarrassment but Gortash simply laughed to himself, bending down and taking your face within his hand.
“There’s no need to hide yourself,” his voice dipped into a threatening whisper, “everyone here knows you’re my whore, nothing more, nothing less, no need to bother acting so demurely. They won’t believe you.” He let you go, throwing you back a little, “now, I need to go clean myself up. Do make sure you’re ready for the next time, hm? I don’t want to be kept waiting again.” He walked towards the doorway and you nodded in agreement.
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