Bhaal Demands- Part 1
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+A through F › Baldur's Gate
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
21,736
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Baldurs Gate, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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The Lord of Murder sat upon his throne. The imposing aura of evil radiated forth and seemed to cow everyone in his presence. A little imp sat right at his feet whispering up and pointing to those gathered. Eventually the Lord of Murder stood and gazed around the room. Every since Viconia ran off to Neverwinter, the Lord of Murder had begun to look for an interim consort till she returned.
He only had three choices. The young and ambitious Rachael, the buxom Shelly, and the tall Amber.
The Lord of Murder gauged each one with an impassive eye. Rachael’s red locks flowed down to the small of her back; her ruby lips were puckered in an attempt at seduction. Shelly’s chest was truly grand and the way her hips flared out would make most mortals go wild. As for Amber, she would be considered statuesque even though she was a bit older then the others.
“Why not pick all of them. They seem the standard stereotypes you would find in a god's harem”, the sarcastic thought boomed through the Lord of Murder’s head. The woman on the other side wasn’t enjoying being used as a second judge.
“Why don’t I pick YOU”, the Lord of Murder thought darkly as he mentally projected the image of him screwing her hard up against her cabin wall.
Immediately she sent an image of her castrating him with spoon. This caused them both to chuckle dryly. The gathered girls seemed to grow uneasy at the dark look they where getting now. All had thought that this was the perfect way to rise in the ranking of the Lord of Murder’s temple, but all three where relatively new to the abyssal plane. The howling wind seemed to blend into screams as fell shadows danced along the walls.
A faint smile began to curl on the Lord of Murder. Maybe, despite the sarcasm, the advice he had received was indeed sound. The girls began to edge back, but it was to late. A pulse of power lifted them straight into the air, followed by a small wave of fire that incinerated all their clothing.
“Ladies, I am afraid that to make an informed decision I’ll need to do this”, a small pulse struck Rachael and soon she was being tossed around like a rag doll. Her perky tits where being crushed against her chest by some unseen force. She began to groan when a second pulse struck her and spread her open.
The other priestesses smiled wickedly as they knew that the same awaited them. The may have been uncomfortable in the Abyss, but they were priestesses of the Lord of Murder and their bodies were his. Soon a pulse hit Amber, spinning her around till the second one bent her over. Then slight wind picked up and began to blow gently against the anus. The Lord of Murder laughed at the undignified squeal she made at the sensation of being entered there.
Next was the incredible blow that sent Shelly back against the wall. Then a steady pulse began and she was then constantly being kept on the edge of release. What was pleasure quickly turned to pain as her body was pounded into a lifeless corpse against the stone of the Lord of Murder’s palace. Meanwhile, the pulse in Amber intensified quickly till a mighty force burst out of her, spilling her innards all over the palace floor. Rachael never even noticed any of this, as the being tossed about like a rag doll had broken her neck.
“Eww, that is gross Kain”, the female’s voice exploded in the Lord of Murder’s head. Along with the protest at what he had done came an image of her lying in bed, her hands busy with her naked body. Her petite breasts being teased as three fingers slipped into her wet pussy.
The Lord of Murder laughed and signalled for those on duty to come in a raise the three dead priestesses. They scurried in and began the chanting as the Lord of Murder sunk completely into the psychic conversation, mostly because this way he could see the nude form of the one he was communicating with. Sadly she was actually dressed, not that he actually wanted to see anything, but it made her uncomfortable when expressed any sort of desire towards her and therefore less powerful.
“So Vic is coming here to get answers”, the voice boomed with godlike power, even though it was his own power just being sent right back at him.
“Yes”, was all the response he felt like giving to Imoen. A dark shadow crossed his mind as Saverok manifested his power somewhere. Both Imoen and he ignored it and continued on. This three-way connection was the only way all three could exist. In order to take the title of Lord of Murder from Cyric, it was later revealed that he would have to kill both Imoen and Saverok. Not that Kain had entirely objected to the killing of Saverok, he had done it before; killing Imoen was something that he didn’t feel like doing. Cyric had known this and wanted to use that to maintain his power.
Kain out smarted him in the end when he funnelled some of his power into Imoen by accident; it acted like a magnet to another magnet. So he, through Imoen, had all the power to usurp the mantle of Lord of Murder. The connection meant they were always in communication, which could be very awkward, especially when Imoen interrupted him in the middle of sex.
The Lord of Murder looked over his shoulder and saw the three priestesses standing again, still dazed by the ordeal, ”Imoen, answer all her questions honestly, but just that. Understand?”
“Yup”, Imoen said rather too quickly. Kain faded out knowing Imoen had her own agenda.
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Saverok looked at her from across the room, “So, what do we do next?"
Imoen smiled crookedly, the only way out of this situation was a name and Viconia was the key. It was a rather stupid twist, but she knew that a war was coming and she needed to keep her brothers and herself out of it.
“Such a stupid thing, a name”, Saverok continued, “How can that start a war”.
Imoen shook her head as she walked away. Saverok was so cold and hateful that he could never understand Kain. It wasn’t the name; it was who was giving the name. Imoen felt like ing ing Saverok this, but knew there was no way to explain it to him. Imoen only gritted her teeth and sighed, Viconia was already halfway to Neverwinter and there was so much she had to do to get ready.
He only had three choices. The young and ambitious Rachael, the buxom Shelly, and the tall Amber.
The Lord of Murder gauged each one with an impassive eye. Rachael’s red locks flowed down to the small of her back; her ruby lips were puckered in an attempt at seduction. Shelly’s chest was truly grand and the way her hips flared out would make most mortals go wild. As for Amber, she would be considered statuesque even though she was a bit older then the others.
“Why not pick all of them. They seem the standard stereotypes you would find in a god's harem”, the sarcastic thought boomed through the Lord of Murder’s head. The woman on the other side wasn’t enjoying being used as a second judge.
“Why don’t I pick YOU”, the Lord of Murder thought darkly as he mentally projected the image of him screwing her hard up against her cabin wall.
Immediately she sent an image of her castrating him with spoon. This caused them both to chuckle dryly. The gathered girls seemed to grow uneasy at the dark look they where getting now. All had thought that this was the perfect way to rise in the ranking of the Lord of Murder’s temple, but all three where relatively new to the abyssal plane. The howling wind seemed to blend into screams as fell shadows danced along the walls.
A faint smile began to curl on the Lord of Murder. Maybe, despite the sarcasm, the advice he had received was indeed sound. The girls began to edge back, but it was to late. A pulse of power lifted them straight into the air, followed by a small wave of fire that incinerated all their clothing.
“Ladies, I am afraid that to make an informed decision I’ll need to do this”, a small pulse struck Rachael and soon she was being tossed around like a rag doll. Her perky tits where being crushed against her chest by some unseen force. She began to groan when a second pulse struck her and spread her open.
The other priestesses smiled wickedly as they knew that the same awaited them. The may have been uncomfortable in the Abyss, but they were priestesses of the Lord of Murder and their bodies were his. Soon a pulse hit Amber, spinning her around till the second one bent her over. Then slight wind picked up and began to blow gently against the anus. The Lord of Murder laughed at the undignified squeal she made at the sensation of being entered there.
Next was the incredible blow that sent Shelly back against the wall. Then a steady pulse began and she was then constantly being kept on the edge of release. What was pleasure quickly turned to pain as her body was pounded into a lifeless corpse against the stone of the Lord of Murder’s palace. Meanwhile, the pulse in Amber intensified quickly till a mighty force burst out of her, spilling her innards all over the palace floor. Rachael never even noticed any of this, as the being tossed about like a rag doll had broken her neck.
“Eww, that is gross Kain”, the female’s voice exploded in the Lord of Murder’s head. Along with the protest at what he had done came an image of her lying in bed, her hands busy with her naked body. Her petite breasts being teased as three fingers slipped into her wet pussy.
The Lord of Murder laughed and signalled for those on duty to come in a raise the three dead priestesses. They scurried in and began the chanting as the Lord of Murder sunk completely into the psychic conversation, mostly because this way he could see the nude form of the one he was communicating with. Sadly she was actually dressed, not that he actually wanted to see anything, but it made her uncomfortable when expressed any sort of desire towards her and therefore less powerful.
“So Vic is coming here to get answers”, the voice boomed with godlike power, even though it was his own power just being sent right back at him.
“Yes”, was all the response he felt like giving to Imoen. A dark shadow crossed his mind as Saverok manifested his power somewhere. Both Imoen and he ignored it and continued on. This three-way connection was the only way all three could exist. In order to take the title of Lord of Murder from Cyric, it was later revealed that he would have to kill both Imoen and Saverok. Not that Kain had entirely objected to the killing of Saverok, he had done it before; killing Imoen was something that he didn’t feel like doing. Cyric had known this and wanted to use that to maintain his power.
Kain out smarted him in the end when he funnelled some of his power into Imoen by accident; it acted like a magnet to another magnet. So he, through Imoen, had all the power to usurp the mantle of Lord of Murder. The connection meant they were always in communication, which could be very awkward, especially when Imoen interrupted him in the middle of sex.
The Lord of Murder looked over his shoulder and saw the three priestesses standing again, still dazed by the ordeal, ”Imoen, answer all her questions honestly, but just that. Understand?”
“Yup”, Imoen said rather too quickly. Kain faded out knowing Imoen had her own agenda.
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Saverok looked at her from across the room, “So, what do we do next?"
Imoen smiled crookedly, the only way out of this situation was a name and Viconia was the key. It was a rather stupid twist, but she knew that a war was coming and she needed to keep her brothers and herself out of it.
“Such a stupid thing, a name”, Saverok continued, “How can that start a war”.
Imoen shook her head as she walked away. Saverok was so cold and hateful that he could never understand Kain. It wasn’t the name; it was who was giving the name. Imoen felt like ing ing Saverok this, but knew there was no way to explain it to him. Imoen only gritted her teeth and sighed, Viconia was already halfway to Neverwinter and there was so much she had to do to get ready.