#darkurge!reader

It was an unusually quiet night at camp. You sit near the campfire watching the rhythmic movement of its flames as it dances in the breeze. You hug your knees tight to your body. Despite your proximity to the fire it doesn’t seem to be able to penetrate within you, where an unshakable coldness has settled in your bones. The sound of the burning wood fills your ears as the hard cobblestoned ground digs into you where you sit.

This clearly isn’t helping, you think to yourself. Despite the fact that all your companions were currently asleep the tension between you all still hung heavily in the air. It filled your every cavity, wrapping itself around your very lungs, and making it hard for you to breathe. You needed to be away, away from everyone, and the thin fabric of your tents wasn’t enough.

Your tired bones creak like the old boats in the harbor as you stand. Being in the city made you long for the days you would camp out in the wilderness. You miss the sound of the rushing rivers you would bathe in, the gentle sound of animals that would lull you to sleep, and most of all you missed the idle chatter of your allies around the fire, their hopeful words of what you’d all do once you reached the city.

Your legs carry you to a clearing in the wooded outskirts of your camp, maybe you would be able to make sense of your mind if everywhere you looked you weren’t surrounded by the same suffocating stone walls. You take a seat on the ground splaying yourself on the damp grass.

The last issue you expected to face when you got to the city was that it would be too quiet. It wasn’t that way at first, the second you set foot in Rivington you were surrounded by people and by the time you made it into the lower city you were drowning in the noise of its busy streets. It was like that for a while, you would have to cover your ears with a pillow to dampen out the sounds of the Steel Watchers’ heavy footsteps as they patrolled the streets by your camp. And even if the Watchers wandered off far enough where you couldn’t hear their footsteps you could always count on the boisterous jabbering of drunk patrons making their way home from late nights at the taverns. Even on quieter days, having a conversation with one of your companions was more like shouting at one another so you could hear each other over the sounds of the waves slapping against the nearby canal.

Now, in these last few days you were lucky if some of your companions even aimed a scowl in your direction.

They were angry. Angry at you…

 Because of her… Orin.

It was your fault really. You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t kill her, wouldn’t kill her.

It was a miracle she was still breathing in the first place after you were forced to duel for your father’s twisted inheritance, one you didn’t even want.

All you wanted was to rescue Lae’zel from the bhaalists clutches. Orin had taken her to lure you to Bhaal’s temple, your old home, to fulfill the final act of your cursed blood. Bhaal could only have one successor after all and by your father’s cruel logic that meant that only one of you could live.

You or Orin, your blood, your sister.

You came out triumphant not because you wanted your father’s favor but because you knew if you lost it would not only be your end but the end of everyone who was counting on you to be their savior.

You didn’t just want to live- you needed to live. Something your father would not grant you after you rejected his blood.

It cost you your life, but you were reborn. Finally free of the curse of his blood, the wicked urge that compelled you to kill.

But there was one thing you were not free of.

Orin lay on the ground completely still, her blood staining the ground beneath her.

Before you knew what compelled you, you had rushed to her side, falling on your knees next to her.

You clutched her shoulder, turning her over. A sudden wave of emotion washed over you.

“Orin?” Your voice trembled as you said her name.

 You felt a hot wetness slide down your cheek, you brought a hand to it expecting to be met with shiny crimson from one of the gashes you had sustained during the battle but instead you were met with clearness.

You were crying. You didn’t understand why. You knew Orin was your sister, but you didn’t remember her. The only thing you knew about her was that she was the reason for your mangled mind and the parasite living inside your skull. And yet something within you, in your blood, stirred at the sight of her seemingly lifeless body.

You put your ear to her chest— It was met with a slow rhythmic thump. It was faint, but it was still there.  

“She’s still breathing!” you exclaimed, looking back at your companions. “Hurry! Help me carry her back to camp,” you beckoned them as you slid your hands under her, attempting to lift her limp body.

Your companions didn’t move.

Minthara furrowed her brows. “You can’t be serious. She’s a danger to all of us!” she tried to reason with you.

“Have you lost your wit? You release me from her grasp only to put us all at risk by harboring this chraith,” Lae’zel gestured angerly at Orin.

You paused your attempts to pick Orin up and laid her back on the ground. In your bruised and beaten state, you wouldn’t have been able to lug her body to camp by yourself. You rose to your feet and turned around to face your companions, “Please- I’ve never asked anything from any of you except that you fight by my side… I know this is too much to ask but I need you all to trust me. She’ll be my responsibility— I won’t let her hurt any of you, I swear it.” Your pleading eyes glanced into theirs— You were desperate.

You knew it.

They knew it.

Just then, your heavy gaze fell onto that of the one person whose faith in you had held resolute despite all that’s been thrown at you.

Shadowheart’s eyes locked with yours. She could read the look in your eyes in an instant even without using the tadpole. It was like she could peer into your very thoughts. She knew this wasn’t just something you could let go.

 She tore her eyes from yours and walked over to Orin. She laced her arms under Orin’s and lifted her upper half.

“Come, help me with her— we can all discuss the details once we’re safe at camp.” She urged the others.

Your companions begrudgingly agreed. They knew there was no use in fighting you at that moment even less, so with your lover rallied behind you.

You turned to face Shadowheart, grateful to be spared the ire of your companions at least for that moment. “Thank you,” you breathed.

“Don’t thank me yet, we still have to explain this to the others,” Shadowheart sighed. “But whatever comes we’ll face it, together.”

It all seemed so simple to you when she put it that way, if only that was the reality. When you returned, it was as if the hells themselves had descended upon your camp.

They all thought you’d finally lost your mind, why else would you bring her here?

When you told them the whole story of what had happened in the temple and who you were before the parasite, things only seemed to get worse.

Not only were you responsible for the absolute being freed in the first place, but you had also brought the murderous chosen of Bhaal back to camp with you. The woman who had infected Minthara, Ravenguard, even you with mindflayer tadpoles, and now you wanted to give her shelter?

 It was madness.

Your companions tried to reason with you— they tried convincing you that having her here surely wouldn’t end well, but you couldn’t be dissuaded. When they figured you wouldn’t see sense, they resorted to shouting— bringing her here was akin to treason in their eyes. They were angry, and they made it known— blood boiled - and tensions ran high. The shouting lasted until throats went bloody, and words ran dry, so then came the worst of it all… Silence. They decided if you couldn’t be reasoned with, there was no point in talking to you— You’d chosen your side the minute you’d brought her into camp, and it wasn’t theirs.

A notion that wasn’t helped by the fact that since returning from Bhaal’s temple you’ve spent most of your days tucked away in a tent by her side. You acted as if you were Orin’s bedside nurse— cleaning her wounds and changing her bandages. Orin had yet to awaken since your duel for the Murder Lord’s favor, guilt gnawed at your very being every time you looked down at her motionless figure- her face expressionless and bruised.

She looked so pitiful.

 So… vulnerable.

You wondered if this is how you looked after Orin slit your skull open and slid the worm into your lacerated brain. You weren’t stupid. You knew you should be as indignant as the rest of your companions, even more so. She destroyed your mind— she left you to be a would-be slave to the absolute all so she could take your place as your father’s favorite. If you were still burdened by your urge, you know it would be screaming at you to kill her right then and there, it would be so easy to wrap your hands around the silky-soft skin of her neck and squeeze until you heard it crack- she would be helpless to stop you. Hells that might even be the sane thing to do after all she’s put you through, but you don’t feel that urge. What you feel is even more sick and twisted than that— you feel the need to protect her to make her pain go away, you feel… bound to her. You wonder what your relationship was like before you woke up on the nautiloid- could you two have really been close enough that even now, with your mangled mind, you still found yourself caring for her- loving her even…

In all this, the only person you confided in was Shadowheart. She seemed to be the only person who sympathized with your sentimentality towards your kin. But you could see it in her eyes, the glint of disapproval lingering behind her adoring stare- the last thing you wanted was to lose Shadowheart, you already felt like you didn’t deserve her and now it felt like you were drifting apart…

The sound of nearby rustling draws you out of your brooding state, your body tenses readying to fend itself against whatever foe has tracked you down. You leap to your feet, your fingers curl around the hilt of your dagger ready to pull it from its sheath.

“Relax my love, you look like you’ve just seen a ghost.” Shadowheart steps forward, revealing herself to you. The moon maiden’s light casts down upon her, her figure illuminated.

As she steps closer to you, your gaze trails down her body- she is naked, her body bare for you to see every inch of her supple flesh. Your eyes widen. You didn’t expect anyone to follow you out here, not even Shadowheart, but you certainly didn’t expect her to be so intrepid.

“Shadowheart? Did you follow me here? Why are you-” Shadowheart crashes her lips onto yours, cutting your questioning short. She brings a hand to your jaw, cupping it in her rough caress. Your body can’t help but lean into her touch, the one you’ve been so deprived of recently.

She pulls back- releasing you from the kiss. You’re left looking more stunned than before and your legs feeling like they’re going to give way under you.

“Don’t look so scandalized lover, I thought you could use a distraction” Shadowheart teases, ghosting her thumb over your now spit-coated lips.

“I’m sorry- just surprised is all. I miss this— I miss you.”  You mutter, your hands trailing over her body, finding their resting place at the curve of her waist. Your grip tightens on her, you silently pray to the gods that this isn’t just some touch starved daydream in your forlorn state- That she was actually here with you, and she’d come to grant absolution to your unsound mind.

“Well, there’s no need to miss me- I’m right here.” Shadowheart promises before smashing her mouth against yours again, wrapping her arms around your neck. She kicks her foot against the inside of yours, beckoning your stance wider- you oblige, and she slots her knee between your open legs, nudging her thigh against your clothed heat.

Your mouth falls open, letting a needy mewl into her mouth she uses this chance to slip her eager tongue into your awaiting mouth. She pushes her tongue in the deepest it can go, causing you to almost gag on it. This only spurs you on however, in your time together you’d never seen this side of Shadowheart, your lovemaking usually gentle and soft but at this moment it seemed as though you’d both given in to your base instincts. Your current embrace feels purely animalistic. There was no tenderness to be found only pure hunger, and you craved to devour her as much as she craved to devour you.

Her hands unclasp from your neck and fall to the front of your bodice she grips the lacing of it and pulls hard, causing you to stumble forward, your clothed torso flush against her bare one. You bring your hands up to help her with your clothing, Shadowheart pushes your hands away, only pulling harder on the strings until they snap- she quickly pushes the corset down. With it out of the way she focuses her attention on your undershirt, grabbing its collar, she forcibly yanks the fabric down ripping it in one clean motion exposing your breasts to the cool night air before you have time to protest.

A surprised yelp leaves your throat as you pull away from the kiss and look down at your torn clothes.

“Shadowheart! How am I supposed to go back to camp like this- What am I supposed to tell everyone that I was ravaged by some wild beast?” You whine, but the excited tremble in your voice betrays you to be not quite as upset as you’re pretending to be.

“Let them see - let them see how I laid claim to you. It’ll let them know that you are mine- that you will always be mine.” Shadowheart breathed, leaning forward- she catches your lower lip in her teeth, nibbling on it. A devilish look crosses her eyes. She looks up at you, meeting your gaze head on, and bites down on your lip hard.

You feel the warm trickle of blood gush from where she bit and drip down onto your chin. You let out a half scream, half moan at the sensation. Your lip throbs at the pain. You know you should want to push her away, maybe even nurse the injury, but gods, you feel exquisite. The sight of your own blood in your periphery only adds to the ecstasy overtaking your senses- you feel yourself grow wetter as your hips involuntarily buck into Shadowheart’s thigh.

Shadowheart licks at the blood, letting a pleasurable groan escape her at the taste. She kisses down from your mouth, kissing down to your exposed chest, leaving a bloody trail in her wake.

“Your blood always tasted the sweetest, blood kin.” She whispers against your skin.

You stiffen at her words.

“What did you call me?” Your voice shakes.

Shadowheart takes her lips off your skin and looks up to face you- a dark look coming over her features before her head snaps to the side. A sickening crack fills your ears- you feel her bones bulge and shift beneath your touch.

“Orin?”  You breathe.

“Surprised, sweet slaughter kin? Awe, look at it, trembling like a wounded animal.” Orin mocks, a wicked grin adorning her features. Orin remains against you, Shadowheart’s visage now discarded- her cold hands still teasing your sullied flesh with their touch.

You rip away from her touch stumbling back, falling back on the grassy knoll. Orin towers over you, her pale marbled skin bare for you to gaze upon. You don’t know what to say- what to do. A part of you is overjoyed to see her awake again, but the other is overcome with shame and disgust. Disgust not at Orin but at yourself for enjoying her touch, for your betrayal to Shadowheart, and worst of all, for the sickening arousal that drips from you as you take in Orin’s naked flesh.

“Orin I- What are you doing?” You attempt to demand, but your voice comes soft and pitiful.

“Oh sweet, simple, sister, don’t act so indignant this is not near the first time we’ve indulged in each other’s flesh,” Orin taunts, kneeling at your feet to meet your eyes. “I thought you’d be happier to see me. After all, you did go through all that trouble- lugging my would-be carrion to your camp.”

Silence falls between the two of you. A quiet sadness is palpable in the air as you remember the last time you spoke.

“You’re weak, sister. You had Bhaal’s offer in your clutches- all you had to do was paint his alter in my blood, but you refused to do it.” Orin scolds, her eyebrows knitting together in anger. “Why couldn’t you have just killed me and given my unholy flesh a purpose?” She crawls over to your body, straddling it, and wraps her hands around your exposed neck, pushing it to the ground.

“Because you’re a part of me gods damn it- It feels like you’re in me- in my soul. I couldn’t kill you if I wanted to. Killing you would be like killing myself.”

Orin’s grip loosens from your neck— she leans back, shifting her weight to your lower body, the anger subsides from her face.

“I shouldn’t be surprised, you always were the sentimental one- even before I minced your mind meat…”  Orin pauses for a second. She leans down and lays her head on your bare chest. She pauses once more, her face stills in silent consideration— she turns her head, placing a kiss on your sternum.

“Orin-” You give a soft objection.

Orin ignores you trailing her kisses to your breast, her teeth scraping against the delicate skin. Her tongue darts from between her lips, licking at your pert nipple.

“Orin, I can’t do this— I’m not who I was before.” You try to rationalize, but at this point, you don’t know if those words are meant for Orin or yourself.

“Oh, but you can, blood kin. You can feel it, can’t you?” She slips her hand down the front of your laced trousers and traces a finger up your wet slit “Do not deprive yourself of what you know to be true, you need me as much as I need you.”

Your hips shamelessly grind into her touch, your cunt in desperate need of friction. Your addled mind knows you should stop this, but your body wants nothing more than to have her touch on you. The more she touches you the more your mind starts to agree with your body. You can’t help yourself— you want her, consequences be damned.

You grab the sides of her face and crash your mouth onto hers- your tongues meld together in a violent duel for dominance.

Orin grinds her naked core into your clothed pelvis- your hands leave her face. You trail one down her body to her aching clit, circling your fingers over it. A moan erupts from her throat as she separates from your lips.

 She grabs a hold of the hem of your pants— pulling them down. You lift your hips helping her, she pushes them far enough for you to kick them off. Orin brings her hand back onto your slit. She sheaths her fingers into your wet heat- your walls flutter around her as she begins thrusting into you, setting a relentless pace. You bring your shaky hand between your bodies and push into her neglected cunt. Her own thrusts falter as you attempt to match her pace, her head falls back as a loud moan rips through her throat.

The sight sets your synapses ablaze, this is definitely not the first time you’ve seen her like this, a hazy memory courses through your mind— her in your arms a squirming, whimpering, mess beneath your touch as you were the one setting the brutal pace. She was always so responsive to your touch.

Her nails digging into the blade of your shoulder brings you out of your reminiscing. She’s close, you can feel the tremble of her legs and the desperate rutting of her hips against your hand as she chases her orgasm. You try to match the speed of her hips with your fingers- your palm grinds into her clit with every thrust. You feel her walls tightening around you and you know what will drive her over the edge- you lean forward and dig your teeth into her shoulder hard enough that you break the skin.

Orin doubles over as her orgasm washes over her— her slick gushes around your fingers. She settles her head at the crook of your neck as she comes down from her high.

Orin turns her head to look at you- her glossy eyes bore into yours. She keeps her eyes on yours as she lifts herself on all fours and lowers herself to your cunt. She separates your folds with her tongue, licking at your clit as she inserts her fingers in you once again, thrusting into you at a breakneck pace.

She trails her tongue to the inside of your thigh, teasing her sharp teeth against the tender skin. She returns the favor you granted her shoulder and bites deep into the flesh.

You let out a cry as your body tenses and your resolve snaps. Pleasure coursing through your body as you reach your climax. Your head falls to the ground as your body stills. Orin positions herself to lay her head on your chest.

You examine her body as she lays breathing heavily. You watch as blood pearls on the skin of her shoulder where you bit into. You lean forward, gingerly kissing over it.

Orin turns to look at you, a wistful smile adorning her features.

“I guess some things never change, blood kin. After all this time you’re still kissing my wounds.” Sadness lingers in Orin’s words. She looks down at the grass beneath you, averting her gaze from yours.

You bring your hand to her face, brushing loose strands of her hair behind her ear.

“I love you… A lot of things about who I was before are lost to me but, I know that I loved you then and that I love you still now- No amount of lacerations or tadpoles in my brain could take that away.” You continue combing your fingers through her hair. Her strands running between your fingers feel familiar in your hand, like an old friend.