Warnings: Smut 18+, breeding and talks of pregnancy, slight degradation, Gortash and Durge in love (oh oh daddy's not gonna be happy), non-con creampie, pre-lobotomy durge, lowkey Gortash and durge having sex like an old married couple (in their own twisted little way).
Word count: 1.1k
Summary: Gortash tries to get you pregnant so he can keep you forever.
Notes: Genuinely I think Gortash would try to baby trap Durge so he could keep his little murderous pookie bear, genuinely surprised he didn't try that shit in game. Bro is DESPERATE. Welcome to day 30, who's excited for HaLLOwEEn OooOOOoO? I love Halloween, it's my favorite holiday. I hope you guys had fun reading my little stories all throughout the month. I hope you guys enjoy today's fic and feel free to like/reblog/comment if you do <33
Your legs rest against his shoulders as he fervently pushes into you— he was a man gone mad with desire, with purpose. As your velvety walls enveloped his cock Gortash only had one thought, breeding your wretched womb.
“This rancid little cunt takes me so well— You have such a pretty face, my dear, it’s a shame it’s wasted on such a vile being like yourself.” Gortash coos, kissing at your ankle as he caresses at the silky skin of your legs.
“Such a nice cock, shame it’s wasted on such an ugly, rude man.” You retort, breathless as Gortash pushes deeper into you— his swollen tip hitting against your cervix.
“Awe, there’s no need to be spiteful, dearest. We both know it’s the truth. But it needn’t be so— You could be purified… with my seed.” Gortash breathes.
Ever since he first laid claim to your flesh, Gortash yearned to see your breasts heavy with milk and your belly swollen with his children. Your offspring, the blood of Bhaal’s purest spawn and his, blessed by Bane’s black hand— They would be indomitable, a god walking amongst mortals and you… You would be his. There would be no denying it with his seed festering in your womb, you would belong to him just as much as his affections belonged to you. Now he was just a god’s daughter’s little plaything. For you to use at your disposal until he was no longer of service. But were he to breed you it would mean something. He would no longer be just your little doll or your ally. He would be the father of your children.
“With my seed you can be more… You will be born anew, no longer just a mere Bhaalspawn but the mother of the most powerful being ever seen in all the planes— Both the heavens and hells will tremble before their feet.” Gortash says, his eyes alight with unbridled passion as he feeds you his tender promise.
“You’re wrong, love-hmm… I’m not a Bhaalspawn… I’m the Bhaalspawn… Gods will…will fall at my feet, ah-” You pant as Gortash fucks into you faster, leaving your skin flush with a sweaty, sticky glow.
You roll your heavy eyes at Gortash’s musings, you’ve been his confidant long enough to know his little game. He would taunt you, play at your insecurities, and offer a remedy— The solution he offered was always the same, pumping you full of his potent seed. And when you refused, as you always did, he would threaten to take what he wanted by force. It was always the same sad little story with him, you were starting to get terribly bored with his antics. You almost wish he would make good on his threats, show you he wasn’t a coward, wasn’t afraid to take what he desired— even if it meant hurting you.
Gortash pushes your legs further back towards the bed until your knees rest by your ears, his hips flush against yours. His length nestled deep within you, your cunt almost painfully full as he bottoms out inside of it. He takes your mouth in his, his sharp tongue gliding along yours as he makes love to your blushing body. Out of all the things you did together, all the foes you felled, this was his favorite— The moments you two truly got to be alone, no politics, no gods, only your sweaty bare bodies writhing against each other, joined as one.
His cock throbs within your slick walls, he was nearing his end. He brings a hand to where the two of you connect, stroking over your clit as he tries to bring your wanton body over the edge. You cling to him, nails digging into his back as your walls clench and gush around him. Gortash’s hips falter as he gets ready to empty his heavy, aching balls into your warm spasming walls.
“What are you doing? Pull yourself from me, don’t you dare come inside.” You spit, attempting to shove his body from atop you. But his grips remain tight on the flesh of your thighs.
His hold on you remains steadfast as you kick at his shoulders and claw at his back, drawing blood. Your resistance does nothing more than spur him on as he spills his seed deep within.
You feel the warmness of his fluids coat the inside of your walls as Gortash’s breath hitches and he clenches his eyes shut. His balls pull taught against his body and a whiny groan leaves his lips as he finishes inside of you. His body still moves against yours as he rides his orgasm out, fucking his seed deeper into your cunt with each thrust.
As he comes down from his high, he puts the full weight of his body on yours. Your body is trapped beneath his as he grips the flesh at the back of your thighs and lifts your lower body. He holds your wriggling hips in place, stopping any of his seed from spilling out of your entrance— he couldn’t bear to see a drop of it wasted.
You can feel his cock softening as he holds himself inside your cunt, your hole gaped around him. Gortash doesn’t release you until he’s sure his come has had time to quicken within your womb, pulling himself out with a wet squelch as your sore walls clench around nothing at the loss of him.
You take your chance to release yourself from his grasp as he loosens his grip on your legs, grabbing at his neck and pushing him over until your body rests on top of his— your roles reversed. You straddle his waist, your knees digging into the mattress as your hands tighten around his throat and you throttle your treacherous lover.
“You better pray to your puny god that I am not with child, I swear by my father's honor I will force you to eat whatever creature crawls its way out of my womb!” You hiss, your body overtaken by your murderous urges as you try to bash his skull against the mattress.
Despite your best efforts no harm comes to the smug Banite as his head bounces against the downy material of his fine sheets. He smiles as he looks up at your enraged face, knowing that the possibility of new life rests within your womb.
Instead of your forgiveness, that night Gortash, however foolishly, prays for something grander— He prays his efforts worked and you fall pregnant, he prays that soon there will be a child with his likeness and yours to call him father, and he prays that when that day comes you will call him yours.
hc: the dark urge has killed gortash many times (often accidentally during sex) and bane just brings his dumbass back because they’ve got shit to do. and then gortash goes to fuck the bhaalspawn again
