The Submissive Urge 13

Once you and Asterion wake up after your lovemaking session and you were properly drained and weak from loss of blood you feel it a good time to start your day. You return to the fire and sit down next to Shadowheart.

"So, how much progress did you all make while I was captured."

"Zero." She says frankly.

"Zero?"

"That's what I said. What were we supposed to do? We only got in because of you secret Drow spell of 'charm goblin.' What can we do?"

"Are you saying you need me?" You gasp, covering your mouth with your dainty, pale hand.

"Yes." Shadowheart admits begrudgingly.

"Of course we need you, Dove. You're the leader." Karlach chimes in.

"That's right. What would you all do without me?" You smile proudly.

"Is everyone ready to continue?"

"We but you... Look a little dizzy."

"Oh I'm fine." You wave a hand to bat away the concerns, trying not to openly stumble in front of her.

"Better idea, we'll spend another day sleeping since time does not seem to matter to these things."

As Shadowheart explains the plan using information you have been able to gather, you try and confer with the voice in your head.

`Master is that true?`

`For now.` The Emperor speaks.

`The Absolute is not aware of you yet. That means that I can sustain you all as long as need be. Do not take that as a sign that you can avoid progressing at all.`

You blink, picking out something he said. `The Absolute is real? Does that mean there's a bigger mind-controlling entity than you out there somewhere?`

He pauses noticeably. A moment after he removed what he just said about the Absolute from your mind. His act feels like little fingers prodding your gray matter. Your eye twitches a little.

"Wha- what was we talking about?"

"You look even worse now!" Shadowheart exclaimed.

"I'm fine!' You swear.

Shadowheart rolls her eyes. "Oh for gods- Karlach, tie her up!"

Karlach approaches you. "Any preference, Dove?"

"Hog tie please." You flash her a grateful smile and a peace sign as she folds you up easily. You know you can struggle against her strength and it still will not matter, so you try just for fun. It makes it more pleasurable when your hands and feet are forced together and bound behind you. You are lowered onto your bedroll.

Asterion walks by and notices you tied up. "Good to go again soon, darling?"

"No! Stop drinking her blood irresponsibly." Shadowheart demands.

"Surge is bad enough without being light-headed."

"Hey!" You shout.

"It least spit on me if you're going to insult me..."

Shadowheart looks at you with discuss, holding her hands out in front of her. "I am not engaging with that comment. Go to sleep."

"It's the middle of the day!"

"No, it's bed time. Blindfold her."

"Sure thing!" Karlach bent down and wrapped a thick cloth over your eyes. It smelled very interesting. She whispered.

"Bet you know what this is."

"Hoho... I'm suddenly quite fine with this."

"Thought you would be. Now get some sleep."

"Yes Ma'am!" You try and get some shut eye now that you are feeling somewhat uncomfortable. As you expect, it takes several hours, but you finally do drift off. Then, as soon as if feels like you are about to start dreaming a shrill voice gasps at you from behind. You turn your head.

"What?" Whoever it is clutches the ropes and the blindfold with bony fingers.

"Master, how could you allow yourself to be captured in such crude bonds?" He whimpers. You turn your head to see the figure of a gangly, short creature with a beak for a nose. He is wearing some mockery of a butlers outfit.

"Ah!" You yelp.

"Shh shh... Master please! You'll wake the others." He says giddily, rubbing his hands together and bowing somewhat pathetically.

"I'm the Master? Who are you?"

"I am your loyal companion and one HELL of a Butler, My Lady. Sceleritus Fel, your faithful servant."

He is gross and strangely submissive, two things that rub you exactly the wrong way. You rub your wrists. Karlach did not get the bonds right. They were a little loose.

"No thanks."

He ignores you. "Your father extremely disappointed in you, Master..." Fel says nervously, bowing periodically and jittering around like some kind of giant cockroach.

"Huh? Do you mean 'Father' or 'Daddy?'"

"He would be very disappointed to hear you ask that, Master?"

"Disappointed... Father it is then. Why's Daddy mad? Also, who's Daddy?"

"Master... You may die if you keep calling him in such a way. Instantly and gruesomely."

"Kay... What's going on? Is this my brain playing tricks on me?"

"Heavens no. Your Father is disappointed because you failed to eviscerate the Bard. In fact, you seem to have had sex with her and left... As devious as non-consensual encounters are, they are not what he wants for you at this time."

You stare at him blankly. "Bard..."

"The lovely Tiefling girl. She practically begging to be murdered with how chipper she behaved." He uttered in a strange cadence."

"Oh!" You remember back to the grove.

-

You licked the Bards neck. She moaned beneath you. "Your skin doesn't taste like blueberries! Why would you lie to me?"

"I swear I never said that!" The girl panted, spreading her legs a little wider as you pushed your leg up against her cunt.

"But you all come in so many flavors..." You chuckled.

"Cherry, Blueberry, Grape... Maybe it's on your lips."

"A-adventurer!" She gasped, embracing you as you kissed her deeply, pushing your tongue between her soft lips. They did not taste like fruit, but they were sweet as can be. You sucked on her bottom lip as if trying to pull juice from it. Alfira shuddered.

"I only wished to join you... I never expect to- Ah!" She yelped as you pressed your leg harder into her sex.

"Come on now. Let's talk about how ripe these feel." You giggled playfully, feeling her chest through the one bit of clothing she had on. Her thin cloth brazier barely contained the twin, cantaloupe-size mounds. You pulled that cloth down, kissing from her lips to her neck, then to her chest. You closed your eyes, enveloping one of her nipples between your lips. You sucked on it and licked it until it was hard, then moved onto the other while pinching the nub you had just left in your fingers."

"A-adventurer!" She mewled.

-

You scratch your head. The Bard left that night without a word. You have no idea where she went, but it was fairly clear that she enjoyed your company.

"That was fun." You smile wistfully.

"My lady! You were supposed to kill her!"

"Why?"

"It was a test for you to earn your place at your fathers side."

You clapped your hands together then pointed. "I figured it out."

He leans back. "My Lady?"

"It's Bhaal, right? You work for Bhaal?"

"I could never reveal my benefactor to you so early." He remarked.

"I bet I can confirm it."

"I can not reveal these secrets to you yet, Master." He pleaded, bending at the waist continuously before bobbing back up like a bird drinking water.

"Do you wanna keep me alive?"

"Of course! What do you take me for."

You grinned. "If you work for Bhaal, stop me. If you do not, it wont matter if I curse his name extremely rudely in front of you." You reason. Fel blinks.

"Master you can't!"

"You can't stop me unless you answer, and I wont believe you unless you either confirm or renounce." You say that knowing he could never renounce the name if he were truly a creature of that master.

"Bhaal is-"

"Fine! Yes... He is your Benefactor and my employer, as it were."

"Cool. My Dad is a piece of-"

"Please stop!" He whines, holding his head in his hands.

"Well... This is interesting. I am a Bhaalspawn."

"Yes... Can you stop tempting your esteemed holy father into killing you now, My Lady."

You smirk triumphantly. "If I had a copper for each time someone begged me to stop luring their god into killing me, I would have two coppers. Which is not a lot, but it's still weird that it's happened twice."

"You NEED to impress your Father, my Lady. Otherwise you will lose your inheritance to your sister." He makes a gagging noise.

"The dreadful Orin..."

"Orin... Orin... I don't remember who that is."

"No doubt, she is the one who put you in such a shattered and pitiful state, Master." He looks like he is about to weep over the fact.

"She stole your rights. Took your place... Humiliated you!" He rants, clenching a fist tightly in front of him.

"It must boil your blood with-" He looks up at you and takes a step back as he notices your pale cheeks turning a deep red. Your eyes are misty. You pull on your lip with your long nails and lick at your fingers.

"Ooooh." You let out a pleasured bellow at the information.

"That is so- so... Wonderful!" Your eyes roll back before you close them completely.

"She sounds magnificent, my... 'Sister' you say?"

Fel utters in a low whisper. "My Lady this is... Vile and retch inducing in a way that I am not familiar with. You are usually not so- so strange. Has the injury taken more of a toll on you than we presumed?"

"I have an intense, strong urge to perform heinous acts-" His expression brightens.

"Of submission. I do crave moral depravity." He seems horrified, but you bring it back in his eyes with the next few words until you add.

"For myself to be on the receiving end." He covers his face with his bony hands.

"No no no! This is all wrong! I must confer with the Master at once!" He disappears in a puff of vile-smelling smoke.

You smile cluelessly, staring at the space where he was with wide eyes. "He he. What a funny little man."

Karlach is awake beside you on her bedroll. "Funny little man, Dove?" She asks sympathetically.

"Yeah! Did you see him? He was right there."

She sighs and slides beside you, bringing you in so that your head was resting on her breasts while she caressed your hair and back.

"There there. Is he still here?"

"No, he disappeared in smoke, but he confirmed that I'm the child of a god!"

"Wow! That's really somethin', Dove." Karlach says patronizingly.

"I'll make sure the funny little man doesn't bother you, alright?"

"Thaaanks." You smile gratefully.

"Anytime."