Irenicus' Other Escape Plan

Irenicus' Other Escape Plan

Irenicus uses the nymph effect spell to keep the adventurers too overcome with lust to follow him out of Spellhold.

disclaimer: all characters,settings,ect. are taken from the game Baldur's Gate SOA and belong to Bioware or whomever with the exception of Konk, who is my own creation. Crudity and some sex, minors should go away now. I am not getting paid for any of this and am writing purely for the fun of it.

note: pairs the PC with Imoen. I don't consider them true siblings, but some people do and might consider this incest.

Chapter One

Konk, the barbarian half-orc, was beginning to believe this would be a good day after all. Irenicus had stolen his soul, which was a bad thing, but now, with the aid of his companions, the noble members of the Order of the Radiant Heart, Sir Keldorn and his young comrade Sir Anomen, the stout halfling warrior, Mazzy, the irritating mage, Edwin, and his beloved childhood comrade, Imoen, Irenicus was about to be defeated. Valygar, the moody ranger, was there too, but he had slipped on the steps and knocked himself out before the fight began.

"Aaargh! Damn it, I'll slice your gizzard and make you eat it raw you leather-masked fancy-boy!" Konk roared when a sphere of protection formed around Irenicus, knocking the barbarian onto his butt when he bounced off it.

"Damn you all," Irenicus roared. "Why do I fight over this place when my plans may be laid anywhere! I must start anew! Have your victory here then, I have better things to do."

"You cannot run fast enough to escape your fate, vile miscreant," Keldorn stated with utmost conviction.

"Is that so?" Irenicus sneered. "Here, fight amongst the mindless assassins I would sacrifice!" He waved his hand and chanted a spell, but nothing happened.

"Er ... where are my assassins?" Irenicus asked in a mild tone.

"If ya mean those thieves in the cells outside, we kinda took them out already," Imoen said with a wink.

"Drat it all!" Irenicus sputtered. "I have other means to keep you from following me. Here, take this!" he yelled, and a cloud of blue smoke descended on the party.

By the time the air cleared, Irenicus was gone, and the adventurers stood looking at each other. "I feel fine," Imoen said. The others nodded, relieved.

"Then let us heal our wounds and track that bastard," Konk declared.

"Oh Konk, you're so dashing when you're bloodthirsty," Imoen said, her eyes shining as she found herself fascinated by a drop of sweat that was gathering at the end of Konk's left tusk.

"Aww," Konk said, blushing as he looked down.

"Uh-oh," Anomen said, kneeling down to examine some of the dust left by Irenicus' blue cloud.

"Is there a problem, youngster?" Keldorn asked.

"There may be," Anomen stammered. "I ... I think this is concentrated nymph pheromones. It's used in a spell that makes people ... er ... desire intimacy."

"We are all capable of ignoring such base urges," Mazzy said, frowning as she examined the party. "Except perhaps that vile mage, but he'll just have to suffer."

"As though Edwin Odesseiron would ever consent to touch such common monkeys as you or the pink-haired twittering trollop," Edwin said, sneering at Imoen.

"Don't ever talk about my Imoen like that," Konk said, grabbing the wizard by his robes, and shaking him roughly.

"Unhand me at once, you simian," Edwin growled. "Or I shall send a fireball up your ... your ... did you know your eyes are a lovely shade of emerald green?"

"Why thank you," Konk simpered. "You're not so bad yourself," he added, and then shook his head and dropped Edwin with a shriek.

"Fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck," he said, stomping around in circles.

"Let's just get moving, and hope the spell is weaker than Irenicus thought," Anomen said, looking at the ceiling and mumbling battle statistics over and over.

"Oh, poor sweet squire," Mazzy said, kneeling by the unconscious Valygar. "I must heal him," she said, and placed her hands on his chest as she prayed for healing. Valygar stirred and smiled up at Mazzy, and then his eyes widened when her hand started to travel down the front of his pants.

"Mistress Mazzy!" he said, both shocked and alarmingly pleased.

"Apologies, squire," Mazzy said, though her hand stayed between his thighs.

"Let's go," Konk said, through gritted teeth as he pulled Mazzy away from the ranger. He mumbled an explanation to Valygar as the party stumbled away from the carnage of the battle zone.

"It's no use," Imoen said as she leaned weakly against the door of one of the empty asylum cells. "You poor boys can barely stand up straight, let alone walk. We'll just have to work the spell off before we can continue chasing after Irenicus."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Edwin squealed. "Finally, someone in the group shows a glimmer of brains. (Which one should I grace with my magnificent prowess first?)"

"This is most distasteful," Keldorn said, crossing his arms over his chest. "Surely the spell can be countered, somehow."

"I don't think so, Sir," Anomen said with slightly glazed eyes.

"Well? Then what are we waiting for?" Imoen said, and grabbed Konk's arm. "Come into the cell with me, my magnificent knight in shining armour."

"Forget him, my luscious little monkey wench," Edwin said, running a hand up Imoen's backside. "This is your chance to be the lucky recipient of my erotic onslaught. (How can she possible resist my superior charms?)"

"Back off, you pretentious twit," Imoen said, shoving Edwin away. "Go play with yourself. I want Konk."

"Okay," Konk said, drooling a bit. "Wait, we can't do this."

"Konk, I have to do this," Imoen growled.

"But you're a Bhaalspawn too, and that sort of makes you my sister," Konk groaned.

"Gods damn it, Konk, we're not even the same species," Imoen protested. "I'm human, and you're a half-orc. I don't think we're like real flesh and blood siblings. Are we, priest?" she demanded, turning on Anomen.

"I don't ..." he said, and looked at Keldorn, who shook his head slightly. "Probably not ... no ... I think the gods would not consider you two to be brother and sister."

"Praise Helm!" Konk said, and ran into the cell with Imoen as they both began shedding their clothes, not even bothering to shut the door.

"Why do you have to wear so much armour," Imoen grunted as she pulled vainly at Konk's armoured boots. "Forget it, leave the damn things on, at least your codpiece came off."

"Imoen," Konk moaned as he slid her robes off, and admired her shapely form. She has a point, mage robes do come off a lot faster. "My Imoen," he repeated, and eagerly covered her mouth with his own. Imoen moaned, and fell back on the narrow bed, pulling Konk with her. Lust overwhelmed him and his hand dove straight between her legs. Imoen jumped at the touch, already wet with anticipation, and she pressed upwards, wanting more.

Konk placed the tip of his cock against Imoen's eager pussy, and then paused. "Don't stop," she moaned. "Abyss, I've wanted this for so long."

"But here?" he said. "I wanted our first time to be somewhere nicer than a dank prison."

"Konk," she said, grabbing his oversized ears and pulling his head down to hers. "If we don't do this, NOW, I will be extremely pissed at you."

His feeble attempt at nobility finished, Konk set to with a passion. He thrust forwards and Imoen winced slightly as he broke through her maiden wall. She smiled at Konk when he paused, concerned, and urged him to continue. The brief pain was soon forgotten as he moved in and out of her frantically. Imoen clawed at Konk's back and bit his shoulder to keep from screaming when she climaxed. The sight of Imoen's contented face when she stopped biting him and let her head fall back on the cot, was all Konk needed to send him over the edge, and he groaned as he found his own release.

"Imoen?" he said softly a minute or so later. "It didn't work, I'm still riddled with lustful desires."

"Me too," Imoen said, smiling, as she reached for Konk's still erect cock. "We'll just have to do what we have to do until the spell wears off."

"I wonder how the others are doing," Konk murmured as he caressed Imoen's breasts.