#lordgortash

[merdeva]

@lordgortrash : ❝ you don't have to be a tyrant, but if you don't want to be consistently cruel, then you have to be sufficiently brutal at least once to establish authority. ❞

inara smiled, the cut of her lips pleased as she set her chin in her hand, mulling his words ❝ I hope you're not under the impression that I somehow disagree. I know my companions can be a little... idealistic and naive, shall we say? but I'd like to think I am of a higher mind. ❞ she could practically feel karlach's ire radiating towards her, though the tiefling was nowhere to be found. there was a reason, of course, inara had not told anyone she was making her way to gortash. his command over baldur's gate was alluring enough on its own, but now he had a great many things inara had her eye on –– the man was drenched in his own power. and well... inara wanted to get wet too. besides, it was about time the two them talked.

❝ I enjoy hearing your ruminations on power, ❞ she mused, setting down her goblet of wine. she'd only taken two sips; inara preferred her mind sharp. ❝ there are many ways to rule, and I find that they all come with their challenges. to be adored seems the ideal path to me, but then, I would never wish to belong to anyone but myself. ❞ she appraised the man before her, his gilded robes and shining leathers. her wings rustled quietly behind her as she laughed throatily: ❝ and something tells me you're of the same mind. ❞

HOUSE OF USHER : always accepting.

[refabled]

@lordgortrash : d , j , m

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

this was really hard to answer, but I think... a dirty secret of hers is that she once accidentally stumbled on two people having sex in the woods when she was in one of her wild shape forms, and it definitely... awoke something in her. she hung around for longer than she meant to and when she got back to her room... well.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I don't think fable was ever formally taught or anything about masturbation, or anything like that. I think she discovered that she could do so purely by coincidence, and sees it as something natural to do. I don't think it's something she's ashamed of, especially because when she's done it usually, she doesn't normally picture anyone in particular so much as feelings and sensations and an imaginary person her mind made up. but if she were to touch herself to the thought of someone, I think there's a part of her that would feel guilty, almost like she was objectifying them. does that stop her from doing so? not necessarily, but she definitely feels guilty about it, that's for sure. that being said, I think one of her fantasies is definitely to watch her partner masturbate; it's all about seeing them relaxed and in a pleasurable place.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

the first immediate thing that comes to mind is praise. being praised does a lot for her, especially a well-timed "good girl". the people pleaser in her just gets a huge kick out of it. she really enjoys being told what to do because again, that caretaker in her loves being able to deliver and do it well. I think she's an exceptionally easy person to rile up or tease because she wears her heart on her sleeve, and every reaction is apparent on her. additionally... calling her by her real name, meadow, in bed does... a lot.

other small things are lingering touches to her back or spine, or after she gets her animal aspect, stroking the faint patches of fur on her shoulders and knees because of how sensitive they are.

NSFW ALPHABET : accepting.

[shemurder-a]

@lordgortrash : ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜

you've always been mine. as the words linger in the air, she knows it's true. gortash was a charming man, lies often spilling out of that honey mouth of his — but she detects no lies now. perhaps it's because the memory flashes in her mind so clear it may have just happened. claws coated in blood and dripping to the floor, her fingers gripping his jaw to leave behind a streak, leaving the same mark that her mouth had on his chest not long before. her lips drawing close to his ear, uttering the same words that he utters to her now : you're mine.

morgana blinks away the memory and she meets his gaze, her jaw twitching as she grits her teeth. there's only so much denying she could do, and her limit's been reached. ❛ and you've always been mine. ❜ she mutters, a faint blush tinging the tip of her ears. ❛ only you. ❜

[shemurder-a]

@lordgortrash : [  PURPOSEFUL TOUCH  ]  *  my muse touches your muse ( somewhere intimate ) on purpose.

he had her backed up against his desk, adorned hands pressed against the small of her back, leaving a scorching trail against her bare skin — and she hated him for it. but more then that, morgana hated the way her body reacted to his touch. she knows that that they used to be partners, but also something more. and while she was a changed woman, her body seemed to feel differently.

hands grip the edge of the desk and she attempts to still her body from leaning into his, with barely any avail. she wanted him. not only did her urges keep her up at night now, but so did her secret desire for him. it frustrated her to no end, but it lead her here all the same. her gaze trails up from his chest, purple eyes focusing on his mouth with a shaky breath. ❛ i could kill you. ❜ she whispers and his grip on her tightens. ❛ before your guards had even a chance to find you. ❜

[shemurder-a]

❛  do you want to take this somewhere more … private?  ❜

*  ―  𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳 𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. 

if it were not for her fulfilling her father's wishes and the knowledge that it would all eventually come to fruition, this plan for an illithid army would merely be boring to her. not when coating her dagger with fresh blood was far more enticing. there was far too much back and forth, months where she merely just waited instead getting right into the action. but she supposes that's why she has a partner in all of this. someone who was smart enough to come up with this plan, who knew that waiting for the right moment would be far more successful. she would never let herself admit it outright, but if it weren't for him then this would have taken years upon years, opposed to months. if it weren't for him, she'd be bored.

hands that were otherwise occupied with the slaughter of others were now twisted in his hair, knowing the right spots to pull to illicit a noise out of that delicious mouth of his. a purr slips out of her own mouth, reveling in the way that he can't get enough of her. morgana's taken many lovers since becoming her father's chosen, but they never last a night. it's a shame — they always think they can change her. turn her to the light, one of them had said to her once. it was the only thing he had said before she turned his insides into a pretty picture.

but gortash? he was almost perfect. he was just as twisted as hers, never once uttering foolish words like the others. a perfect partner. his throaty words pull her out of her thoughts and the tiefling lets out a breathless laugh, leaning forward to take his lower lip in her mouth and bite. ❛ private? ❜ she utters, licking the inside of his mouth. she wants to take him here. she wanted to leave marks on his skin, leave welts on his back with her claws — anything to mark him as hers. morgana leans against the wall behind her, smirking as her hips roll slowly against his. ❛ i want them to hear you. i want to get caught. ❜ / @lordgortrash

[shemurder-a]

[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.

sexual tension prompts.

he knows she can't say no. not in front of wandering eyes and gossiped mouths of the upper class of baldur's gate. despite the multiple occasions of her and her companions causing fights in the city, she couldn't exactly let herself get a bad reputation. they were here to save the city, not get on it's bad side. though, she's wondering how attending a party has anything to do with saving them.

he's close. there is scarcely room to breath between the two of them, not with the way he was holding her. if morgana turned her head, even an inch, her nose would skim his cheek and her breath would surely mingle with his. but she's stubborn. as much as her body betrays her, she instead focuses on looking over his shoulder. ❛ i know what you're doing. ❜ she hisses under her breath, and she swears she can feel his hand tighten over hers. ❛ you might have the public fooled, but i'm harder to crack. ❜ / @lordgortrash.

[shemurder-a]

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.

sexual tension prompts.

she's fully clothed in her armor, and yet — his palm burns into her like he's touching bare skin. morgana's determined in not giving him the satisfaction of a reaction, her steely gaze focused forward and fingers barely twitching at her sides. ever since they had reached the lower city, her memory had been coming back to her in fragments. nothing concrete, other then her true heritage, but ... she knows who he was to her. what they used to be to each other. she knew it as soon as they stood face to face at his coronation. it's how she knows he wasn't lying about her part in creating the absolute, in creating it with him.

she figures that's what he's doing now and why his hand lingered there, of all places. there must be nothing more satisfying then watching her crack under his fingertips, her mind whispers to her treacherously. morgana barely spares him a glance, eyes narrowed. ❛ i can move on my own, thank you very much. ❜ / @lordgortrash.

[yennefre]

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thank you 😌 you're forever my banana buddy remus 💛