Bitter Night

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For those who don't know, Baldur's Gate has you as your own main character and teams you up with several NPCs. Some of these NPCs you can be romantically involved with in the game.

There is only one NPC character that a female player’s character can be involved with, Anomen. His romantic plot is not very advanced and it lacks details. In sharp contrast, a male player’s character can have four NPC females they can be involved with, most with deep stories and plots. I'm kind of pissed that I, as a female player, was cheated on the in-game romance, so I've opted to work on my own. This is my first attempt at adult fanfic.


For people who have not played the game...here is a short summary of the 2 characters involved:

Anomen = Charming, though smug male paladin with a bad family history. His father is an abusive drunk, and his sister dies during the game due to a conflict between rival families. During the game, Anomen hints at his darker side..though clings to his faith in attempt to be a better and rightous man.

Sree = Is the PC character...the child of the god of Murder. In this she is a half-elf Paladin with specialisation in spell casting (such as turn undead, etc). She's not a fighter, but really a good supporting character for fighters. She has a long ugly past as a result of her demi-god status with potential for something more.

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Anomen caught Sree by the elbow in the dimly lit hallway. At that moment, Sree was walking between rooms, performing inspections on the various party members’ gear as they lounged at an inn at Trademeet. On nights such as this, the party members juggled the burden of doing maintenance and repair on armor and weapons as everyone else rested. Tonight, it was Sree’s turn as the rest of the party relaxed, drank, and sat out in the tavern enjoying some r&r.

Sree was dressed down, preferring to wear only a light-weight, form fitting, black leather gown. Her wavey black hair was down, reaching just past her shoulder blades. Aside from her gown, Sree wore her most precious of magical items when off-duty, along with a dagger strapped to her calf. The Helmite, on the other hand, had not yet dressed down and was still in full armor. All day, Anomen was in a venomous mood as a result of recent events. Once the party had paid for their rooms, he simply dropped off his traveling pack in the room, and then returned to the main tavern area and began to run up a hefty bill on distinguished elven wines.

“Sir Anomen, is there something wrong?” Sree inquired while looking up at the taller Helmite. Anomen set his jaw, glaring down at her as they stood together in the dim hallway. Sree looked up at him, her brow furrowed in confusion as she tried to read his face for an unspoken answer. The only thing she gleamed from her study of his features was frustration, hostility, and a familiar lingering lust.

Before she opened her mouth to break the awkward silence, Anomen used his leverage to push her against the door to the inn room that Sree had just left. He leaned in close to Sree, so close that his mouth was next to one of her ears, “I’m tired of the ruse, the hiding, the games, and teasing,” he growled. She could smell the sweet presence of wine upon him, leaving her to wonder how high of a bill had he run up on drinks. Sree had witnessed what drinking did to men in Anomen’s family; it now placed a heavy sense of dread upon her heart.


Unprepared for a skirmish, and more certainly unprepared to deal with one of her own party that she cared deeply for – Sree decided to try and play out of this situation through nonviolent means. “Please My Lord, there’s no need for this sort of behavior,” she muttered while reaching up to run her free hand down his cheek, brushing over his facial whiskers. Anomen smirked as Sree caressed him, and then leaned forward to kiss her upon the forehead, nose, and last upon the mouth….offering Sree a taste of the wine he had been drinking for much of the night. The kiss between the two was broken off quickly, ending with Anomen biting her gently upon the lower lip as his free hand opened the door they were against – he let go of his grip on her as the door swung open and callously pushed Sree back into the quant upperclass tavern room.

Sree staggered into the room, and all but fell straight onto her back. Due to quick footing, and outstanding grace she was able to recover her balance and prevented herself from falling. By the time she’d recovered her footing in the room Anomen had stepped into the room after her and had kicked the door closed behind himself. The two of them had a budding romance, and had endured many strange hardships and troubles together. However this situation was the first real encounter into the darker side of Anomen that he had so often alluded to.

Normally Anomen was a somewhat snobby, but refined gentleman – content and set in his ways. He was careful about their romantic entanglements with one another because of various political and religious involvements that would frown upon such dealings. They had often exchanged gestures of romantic interest – stealing kisses in passing, flirting, and once even bathing together (they fooled themselves into thinking such a bath was for strictly medical needs as Anomen was a Cleric and at the time Sree was injured from battle) but never had they allowed for their encounters to go so far as to being a full sexual exchange. It was a sort of game they played, pretending to be rightous beings while denying their more canal urges regardless of much they desired otherwise.

Sree stuttered in surprise - failing to actually say anything as Anomen locked the door and began to advance upon her. Sree took a few quick steps back, looking around the room for some of the equipment that had been left for her inspection. Anything would do for Sree’s defense: a shield, a wand of terror, a summoning scroll, hell even a window would do (in reality window would do her no good, as the windows were much too small and did not open – in her panic, this was not considered).

Laid out upon the oak writing desk, was an assortment of new various magic items Sree could find of use. Earlier that day, with the help of some ‘identify scrolls’ she had been going over what each magic item did. Quickly she darted to the desk. Sree was waylaid along the way to the desk, grabbed once more by the arm and then tossed upon the desk – bent over it…sending the magic items (that had been so carefully laid out) scattering. With a savage twist, and some fighting it was not long before Anomen had pinned Sree’s arms behind her back – holding her face down against the desk with an iron grip. Anomen made certain that in their skirtmish, that she was bent over upon the desk, leaving her prone and venerable before him.

The Helmite lifted one of his gloved hands to his mouth, bit one of the fingertips of the glove and then pulled his hand free of the glove and enchanted gauntlet. He let the glove/gauntlet drop and then with his now bare hand began to collect her floor length dress up about her waist – while his other hand held her pinned hands behind her back. As her gown was lifted up about her waist, collected and left there Anomen kept himself pressed to her from behind, enjoying the intimate privilege of control. He’d held himself in check far too long, never taking what pleasures were offered to him out of ‘personal honor and duty’ – but for now that was all forgotten. Pressing his groin against the soft flesh of her ass, only served to excite him further.

With her gown out of the way, Anomen’s rough hand rested upon her hip, and then slowly slid down over the soft flesh of her rear to her thighs. Sree could hear his breathing quicken considerably as he began to openly explore her body – she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, mentally steeling herself against what was happening. Anomen did not seem to care for the plight of the woman he was with – he had been a loyal companion, guard, and healer… never thinking of fulfilling his own desires until now.

Without any gentleness, he wedged one of his knees between her legs, parting them forcefully. After her legs were parted, Anomen’s rough hand moved to between himself and her. He slid his battle scarred hand to between her thighs and then slowly up them – advancing on her sex at a leisurely pace.

His hand stopped shy of her slot, there his hand lingered upon her inner thigh. With Anomens hand teasingly close to her groin, Sree stiffened and her hands clenching into fists as she sucked in an excited breath of air. Never before had he touched her in such a way. Anomen smirked and leaned forward so that he might nuzzle the back of her neck, his face in her hair. "We've waited far too long my love," he muttered before biting the back of her neck. He hand shifting to teasingly strum his finger tips along the length of her slot, causing Sree to shiver under him. Much to Anomen's delight, he found her vaginal lips smooth and barren of hair.

Anomen let go of the tender flesh that he held between his teeth and then removed his hand from between her legs. As his hand slipped away from her body, Sree whimpered in pleading disapproval. He reached back to one of the belt pouches he wore and from it he pulled a fresh roll of muslin gauze.

"I could stop right now, if you asked. I could leave and return to the Order and you'd never have to see me again. But, honestly, I don't think I want to give you that option, so open that pretty mouth up for me love," Anomen growled, his mouth still close to the flesh upon the back of her neck. His hot breath on the back of her neck sent a lusty shiver down the length of her spine and caused the fine hair on her arms to stand on end. Reluntaly Sree parted her lips, and Anomen thrust the bundled gauze roll into her mouth - effectively gagging her.

(The rest is almost finished, I'll update soon)