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This is Zefira's twelfth day serving as a pet for High Priest Kallian, also now known to Zefira as Master. It's her second day decked out in golden jewellery. Bangles weigh down her arms and legs as much as the chains that had been her only outfit for the first few days, and clamps pinch and tug at her nipples. Her torso's criss-crossed with ropes, highlighting her breasts and the soft curve of her stomach. Threaded throughout the rope, golden hoops and hooks rub at her skin, the aesthetics of the look apparently far outweighing any discomfort Zefira feels.
She's never been so scared.
She's never been so turned on.
Before the events of Baldur's Gate 3, Zefira Shadebrook endures the hospitality of the Chosen of Bhaal.
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"My underlings whisper of you," Orin tells Leticia, as they reach the altar. "Of the pure, perfect aasimar, anxious and afraid. Their word-flaps wag on the fun they would have, exposing such purity to the Murder Lord's adulation, to prey flayed red and screaming bloody." She lets the flat of her blade caress the sacrifice's throat and chest, ignoring its shudders and whimpers to keep her eyes on Leticia's placid face. "They ache to see my little angel broken, corrupted." She smiles. "Orin knows better."
Orin kidnaps a pet, and encourages her to take part in agonizing murders. Which her pet is definitely, truly, honestly unhappy about. What kind of monster do you take her for?
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Gortash lets out a steady breath. Let Orin play her games. Unlike her, Gortash is able to control herself. She smiles across at Blaze Portyr as Orin's fingers unlace her breeches. She asks airily about troop positions as they slip into her smallclothes. She nods thoughtfully as they part the folds of her cunt. The wetness Orin finds means nothing.
Lady Gortash and Orin the Red battle for dominance, and both end up getting more than they bargained for.
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"It's not fair," they murmur, Orin's fingers exploring their cunt, contorting to pleasure them the way she knows they like best, "that Helena got to feel you inside her for nine whole months, and I didn't."
Kallian loves their sister. Orin worships her master.
A drabble every day of October, for Orin and my Durge.
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Her Merciless Hand Still Cradles My Heart by TheNugKing
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
05 Sep 2025
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Orin's never been more beautiful—splayed out, wide-eyed and quivering, and entirely on display for them, showing the parts of her no one else ever gets to see. The strongest of Bhaal's Unholy Assassins now a tender, shaking thing, as vulnerable as the first day Kallian ever held her in their arms, a newborn babe that knew nothing but who she belonged to. If Bhaal's altar lies in the sanctuary, the operating table is Kallian's, and they've never had a more perfect offering.
Orin lets her sibling vivisect her.
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No Highly Esteemed Deed Is Commemorated Here by TheNugKing
Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
05 Jul 2025
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A long time ago, a friend and I created a cracky/fluffy Gallifreyverse which, for reasons I no longer remember but I'm sure made sense at the time, Narvin was a kitten rescuing superhero. It was a big Thing in the Gallifrey fandom those days (we were a lot smaller then). I expanded the 'verse a lot, creating a lot of OCs, and writing fics about some of them. And I finally decided to put those fics in a collection here. I hope they're all still enjoyable, away from the context of whatever reason we had for making Narvin a superhero.
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Amell Siblings by TheNugKing
Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age II
04 Dec 2019
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By this point in her life, shrouded in priestess’s black, Viconia has killed hundreds, or thousands, as ritual offering, for political gain—sometimes for sport. And not just strangers: some, too, she’d once called friend. Four husbands. Nearly a dozen sisters. Whoever Lolth demands, that’s who Viconia will give. It’s the way of things.
And this child, a small wriggling thing, is barely a person. Just potential, and potential without power means nothing in the Underdark. It doesn’t even have the understanding to be afraid, this child, her undoing, scarcely older than a few cycles of the tide. Here on the spider queen’s altar, hard and cold, the child seems calm, and curious. Serene.
Viconia doesn’t step away, and she doesn’t say a word, but the other priestesses see. From the pause in her hand and the shake of her dagger, the rest of Lolth’s faithful know she won’t follow through.
She doesn’t get a second chance. This, too, is the way of things.
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“You know, I have a sibling, too.” Dirge took a swig of her wine, letting the hand that rested on the drow female’s knee slowly slide up the soft flesh of her thigh.
“Do you, now?” The male smiled as he reached out to brush a strand of black hair from Dirge’s face.
“Mmh. A little sister. Gorgeous little thing. I wonder if she’d like to make your acquaintance.”
“That sounds suspiciously like an offer”, the female purred.
“Maybe it is.”
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26 Jul 2025
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Corpse Dollies by darkheartedrose for longjensilver
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
25 Jul 2025
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Brother harbors an exploitable soft spot for Orin, like a maggot-infested wound stretched a mile wide. And she knows it.
Orin laughs again, and twists, reaches until one of her hands is buried in his hair. Brother used to let her brush and braid it, sometimes, when she was younger and still practicing.
Now, she likes to see it all undone, like this. An unbroken stretch of gossamer white that drapes and tumbles over and well past both broad shoulders, like a burial shroud.
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When The Dark Urge shows up at Last Light Inn, there are questions about her nature and her goals. But Isobel thinks she may have answers. After all, it's not the first time they've met.
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27 Mar 2025
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Far from the lickspittle whelps that were Bhaal's worshippers, Orin and Ravana- the blood of the dark lord himself, carved their dark mass through the streets of Baldur’s Gate. Blood seeped from the sacrifices they made, tunneling through the cracks between cobblestone like the veins of the city's heart.
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23 Feb 2025