Chapter Text
“The world was on fire
No one could save me but you
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do...”
It was a dark night in Baldur’s Gate in the Lower City, and Peach was still on the hunt for Orin and her Netherstone. However, she felt a strange pull for her to visit Gortash again, of all people, and she couldn't understand why. Even though she knew he'd be annoyed to see her empty-handed, perhaps even hostile, before she knew it she was standing outside the door to his office, alone. She couldn’t even begin to image the look of anger on Karlach’s face if she found out what she was doing, and shuddered internally at the thought.
Taking a deep breath, she placed a delicate knock on the door. There was a moment of silence, and she wondered if he was even still awake at this hour. ‘You’re being foolish…’ Her mind chided, and she forced herself to turn on her heels, before beginning to step away, when she heard his familiar voice speak.
“Enter.”
Peach felt her heart leap into her throat momentarily, before she swallowed and took another deep breath. As she quietly opened the door just the slightest, she saw Gortash sitting at a massive desk, looming over some parchment. ‘He must be working late.’ She thought curiously. From the moment she’d met the man, he seemed so mysterious, and she couldn't help but wonder about him. Thus, she found herself at the quiet mercy of the powerful man, the ‘tyrant’.
Gortash’s eyes looked black as night as he glanced up, raising an inquisitive brow toward her,
"You're up rather late," He remarked before becoming quiet for a moment, seeming to examine her before speaking again, "Why are you here?"
Peach felt a strange flutter in her chest, and swallowed nervously, "I, uh, sorry to bother you this late at night. I wasn't sure if you were still awake, but..." She began, her mind juggling various possible excuses as to why she was even here in the first place. "I wanted to get your advice on something, your… counsel." She blurted awkwardly, feeling like a fool. ‘Your counsel? Really?’ She cringed at herself internally, but wondered what was running through his mind beneath those brooding eyes, hoping to distract him so he somehow wouldn’t ask about the netherstone.
He raised a brow again when the words "Advice" and "Counsel" were thrown around, wondering what could she possibly want from him.
"Alright; I'll listen, but do not expect my attention for very long." He spoke almost with contempt. He did not seem impressed with her wanting his advice, and Peach felt her adrenaline crawling up her back as he placed his full focus of attention on her. Her throat was dry as she calculated her next words.
"Um, once we obtain full control of the Elder brain, our control over Baldur's Gate will be split 50/50, correct?" She inquired, feeling heat rise to her face as she went on, "I realize I'm not in possession of the stone yet, but I needed to make sure our shares would be even." Peach explained, hoping he didn't see how nervous she was. 'I sound ridiculous.' She thought in annoyance.
"And why would you ask a question that you already know the answer to? Does it comfort you to hear me say it out loud to know my intention?" Gortash asked sarcastically, and she flinched slightly, before hoping it wasn’t noticeable.
The longer this conversation took, the more annoyed he clearly got, especially at the fact she didn't have the Netherstone in hand. She should have gotten the stone first, then came to talk. If this was to be a deal between the two of them, it had rules, and she had clearly not abided by them.
"No." Peach said a bit too quickly, "Not at all. Just confirming before I track down Orin." She took a brave step forward as she continued.
"Well, then, are you going to get to the point of your visit? Or are you just here to pick my brain and keep me from my work?" He finally demanded, not letting her drag the conversation any further along.
"Uh, you’re… you’re right. I apologize. I should be going; sorry for keeping you." She said, regardless of how badly she wanted to know what he was thinking.
"Yes, you should be going," Gortash's cold tone was like an icy dagger. At least he didn’t attack her. Yet.
Peach’s face flushed in embarrassment, and she turned on her heels, her pink curly hair twirling behind her as she walked back toward the door and reached for the handle. ‘God, what an ass.’ She thought bitterly, unsure of what she expected. Sure, he was mysterious, but was this really worth the cost?
As she went to open the door, he spoke up again almost as if it was an afterthought. "But before you go," He began again. Peach’s heart began thrumming in her ears as she realized he could have just had a change of heart regarding her well-being. She slowly turned around to glance at him again, bracing herself in case he attacked.
"You came to talk about the Elder Brain but haven't finished your task. Did you think I was going to forget about it?" He asked sarcastically. Peach clenched her fists at her sides, calculating her next words very carefully.
"I... I needed to make sure our deal was to be even before I carried out the task, I did not have time to ask previously, and wanted to confirm with you first." She looked him in the eye, although her stomach was in knots. "Respectfully." She gulped.
"And this is the only time you could reach me? Late at night, in my office of all places, while I was busy working? It's very presumptuous of you... and unprofessional." He spoke sternly as he stood and began slowly pacing around the room, clearly considering something.
Peach flushed an even deeper shade of pink, biting her lip. She was not usually the timid type, but as he stalked the room she felt like a rabbit in the face of a looming wolf.
"We need the stone as soon as possible; time is of the essence. I felt it was best to reach you as soon as I could." She explained. 'Let's hope my silver tongue can get me out this.' She thought with dry sarcasm.
Gortash continued to walk the room, his thoughts wandering. He seemed to be considering a bit before he stopped walking and turned to face her again.
"Then by all means. Go acquire the stone, I'll give you the time to do that, I'm not going to kill you... yet," He spoke with a hint of anger in his tone to the notion of killing her, as if the thought was just now occurring to him. He did not seem happy about the prospect of giving her more time, and she was genuinely shocked he was in the first place.
As he stood looming in front of her, about a foot taller than her petite frame, her heart pounded quickly in slight fear. However, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of intrigue as she looked up at him. He was certainly trying to intimidate her, she could tell from his proximity, let alone the tone of his voice.
"Thank you." Peach squeaked, her voice coming out as a whisper. She quietly cleared her throat, hoping he didn't notice, as she let her stare linger longer than necessary.
Gortash could tell that something had shifted between the two of them, as Peach was acting like a deer in headlights suddenly, her shyness catching him off guard. Fear was clearly visible in her eyes, but it didn't seem as though she was doing anything to get away from the situation, and he saw it as an advantage.
"You won't disappoint me, will you?" He asked softly, even though his tone was irritated only moments ago. The corners of his lips upturned into a small smirk, that's how easy he could pull people in, and it amused him to no end. He could see that from where he was standing, she almost looked as if she was melting. And then it clicked for him, what she truly was. Not a deer, but a rabbit...
Prey.
He stepped even closer to her, invading her personal space just slightly, and looking right into her eyes.
“N-No.” She stuttered. ‘Get ahold of yourself.’ Her mind nagged.
Peach was clearly attracted to him. This man was not good for her health; yet here she was, drawn to him so suddenly. Gortash noticed this sudden shift in her personality, and noticed the way her eyes wandered. The air of his office seemed to come to a complete standstill, his eyes darting between hers. Then, his gaze narrowed.
"Good," He replied, his voice seeming just as soft, though his eyes seemed to be more scrutinizing now, as though he wasn't yet fully convinced he could trust her yet. "But for now," He finished his thought, "I need you to leave, I have work to finish."
Realizing she'd been holding her breath, she exhaled quietly. She hated that he was doing this to her, making her feel all… flustered. Was this the ‘intrigue’ she felt so strongly before? Was it just so veiled that she couldn't see it for what it truly was?
She didn't even realize he told her to leave, and she just stood there like a statue.
Gortash's eyes narrowed again as he continued to study her, he was noticing all these little details that indicated her growing confusion, and he could see the heat of her flush rising to her face, realizing that he held all the power in this moment. He stood only inches away from her as his expression softened slightly, and he spoke again.
"Now." He commanded, his voice a little low. His voice snapped her out of her daze, and she looked down at his lips and then back up into his eyes quickly, feeling startled. His voice made this all just a little bit more intoxicating, as his eyes bore into hers the longer the moment dragged on.
"Right." Peach said finally, "I'm going." She blurted, forcing herself to spin around quickly, her long curls briefly grazing him and wafting him with a wave of delicious perfume as she started toward the door.
Suddenly he grabbed her arm before she could take another step forward, a small gasp escaping her lips as she felt his strong grip on her, nearly bruising her skin.
"What-" She began to question.
With one swift motion he pulled her close to him, his face inches away from her own, a low smirk spreading across his lips as his eyes burned deeply into hers, drinking in her fear. It was as if he told her to leave because if she didn’t, he couldn’t resist what he would do next, and when she tried to, he lost that battle.
She could smell his regal cologne and a hint of natural musk, making her breath hitch in her throat as she tried to keep her eyes from gazing down at his lips again. His grip tightened ever so slightly, making her wince, and he leaned in a little closer to see if she was too stunned to back away just yet. He was clearly taking advantage of this situation and getting all he could out of it, so why didn’t she feel the need to run?
"I've got a better idea," He growled softly, and pulled Peach even closer, so that their bodies were essentially pressed up against one another, and she felt dizzy. He let his hand slide down from her arm to her hip, wrapping his arm around her just above the small of her back. His other hand curled a finger under her chin, lifting her head to look at him fully, and she was letting it happen.
"Gortash-" She breathed in shock.
"Quiet." He commanded in a harsh whisper, just loud enough to make her flinch slightly. Peach’s heart beat rapidly as she was pulled so close, as though her own body was trying to push past her mental block. She shivered as he caressed her hair with his other hand, sending tingles up her neck and making her gaze somewhat lidded. It was oddly comforting, given the situation. Gortash took this as encouragement, brushing her hair to one side slowly and leaned in even closer, until his breath was brushing against her neck, his lips right next to her ear, as he whispered, "I need you to do something for me, first."
He let his hand travel back down to her hip to grip it firmly, as if he could still drag her back to him, if necessary. He was toying with her, and could kill her in an instant in this position, she realized. How she let herself become so vulnerable was impossible for her to grasp, as if it had happened in an instant. She felt herself nodding softly to his words, and he began to gently massage her hip where his hand was resting, a small reward for her cooperation as he leaned back so his eyes could study her odd, but pretty ones again.
"Tell me one thing," He asked, the tone shifting to that of curiosity. Peach's body was trembling slightly as she felt him grazing the skin on her hip between her belt and her top. She felt like she was on fire, her body filling with lust and goosebumps rising across her skin. Nodding again, she felt unable to speak, and utterly at his mercy.
"Is this what you really came for?” He asked, his voice was no longer that of harsh command but soft teasing. He raised an eyebrow as he studied the way Peach’s body reacted, his hand slowly gliding up and down from her hip to her waist beneath her shirt, as though he were testing how far he could go. She didn't know how to answer, she wanted to say no, but there was no denying it at this point. She was fascinated by him; his air of mystery and danger only drawing her further in. She simply opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
"You want more, don't you?" He asked softly, his voice low and laced with just a small hint of lust, enough for Peach to wonder if she heard him correctly. His hand slid up higher, his touch becoming less teasing and more firm. She closed her eyes as his fingers trailed up her skin, his other hand gently playing with her hair and lightly caressing her neck in the process. She enjoyed his touch, that much she could say for sure. The way her lower body bloomed with desire made her yearn for more, although she was reluctant to admit it. She didn’t know it was possible for a man deemed a tyrant to be so gentle.
"You’re very beautiful, do you know that?" He spoke softly, the words coming out from between his lips in a low whisper, tantalizing her as he began running his hand just under her breast. An involuntary soft shiver ran up her spine to his voice in her ear, a warm desire spreading between her thighs. She couldn’t understand how she fell apart in his grasp so easily, her guard completely vanishing in this state. He could kill her in one swift movement, and this would all be over.
A barely audible whine of need left the back of her throat, the sound bringing a satisfied smirk to his face, as if it was exactly what he'd wanted to hear. He leaned even more so now, his lips brushing up against her neck in the process - the sound of her heartbeat thrumming in his ear. She felt his lips press against the sensitive skin on her neck as his hand reached up and gently grasped one of her breasts, massaging it softly, and she felt his tongue slip onto her neck in slow sensual kisses. A breathless moan left her glossy lips as she closed her eyes, willing her body to him in one fell swoop.
"Good girl," He whispered in praise, and she felt her core burn hotter with lust. His hand began to squeeze her breast as he spoke, it was clear he was enjoying just how much he was breaking her down and making her surrender to him, the power he had over her right now seemed like his own personal high. He was getting a kick out of just how easily he was able to get what he wanted, and a small smirk spread across his lips. Leaning in further, he kissed her collarbone gently, nipping at it softly.
A small shudder of surprise escaped her lips as she felt his teeth on her, tilting her head back and suppressing a moan. For a moment, Gortash paused, before taking the initiative, grasping her chin once more and making her look at him. He stared deep into her eyes for a few seconds, observing her reaction, as though he were savoring the moment, before he ran his thumb gently along her jawline and spoke again.
“Tell me, how badly do you want this?” He asked softly. Peach’s eyes were glassy with lust as she gazed at him yearnfully.
“Please…” Was all she could muster, as her eyes revealed all her desires to him at once. The word made a low breath of satisfaction escape him, and he pressed his lips against hers gently, before deepening it hungrily. He made her feel almost like a puppet being strung along just by his words, and combined with his soft touch it made him even more difficult to resist. He leaned his body against hers as their lips locked together, one of his hands running through her curls once more as the other slid lower, now grasping her waist tightly.
Peach felt his rigid, hard body against hers, and a small moan escaped her lips against his. His body was on fire, matching the burning desire inside her as they continued in their heated embrace of passion. He ran his hands up and down her body as he pulled her even closer, and she felt his fingers curl around her back to hold her even more securely in his strong arms.
In a move of bravery, Peach slowly ran a soft hand into his dark hair, her other hand moving to rest against the side of his neck as their tongues intertwined. He felt so strong, he could snap her like a twig if he really wanted to, and it excited her deeply. His breath was hot against her lips as she felt his breathing become louder at his arousal, and she moaned into him again as their tongues danced hungrily. The wolf held the rabbit between its jaws, and escape was truly no longer an option.
Gortash hoisted her up onto the huge mahogany desk behind them, resulting in a sharp jostle of the contents that sat upon it, that tumbled to the floor. He pinned her down, looking down at her with carnal desire; she could tell his lust for her was growing rapidly. As she felt just how tense his body was, everything seemed to be on the edge of a boiling point, and she kissed him deeply, her body trembling beneath his.
Peach reached up and began removing his clothing, before he growled lowly and grabbed her wrists, pinning them back down onto the desk and causing a whimper to escape from her lips and into his mouth. He pulled at her shirt, removing it with a yank, before doing the same to her bra and holding her back down, his breath hitching in his throat and his body seeming almost feverish as he laid his eyes on her. He took in every inch, his breath heavy as he removed his own clothing. Before she knew it, he was upon her once more, sliding off her pants as their tongues continued mingling together, small moans escaping her and encouraging him further.
His taste and the feeling of his hands made her wetter by the second, and she realized she’d wanted this from the second she laid eyes on him. The feeling of his hands on her body made her feel hot, both in temperature from the heat of his touch, but also from the fire of lust in her lower belly. Moving down to her breasts, he took one of her pink nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently as she moaned audibly, and a quiet groan escaped him in response.
Gortash’s hands began to move further along her body, before yanking her soaked panties off, feeling her curves and caressing her in a way that was more tender than he would ever admit. His fingers trailing across her skin felt electrified, sending tingles of pleasure through her, and she lifted her legs on each side of him, her thighs pressed softly against him as she arched herself slightly firmer against his groin. He suddenly grabbed her hips and forced them back down on the desk, resulting in a gasp from Peach as he restrained her, and a rush of excitement flowed through her.
He grabbed her hair, using it to pull her head back so that her neck was fully exposed for him to explore, and his mouth came down against it, his teeth biting down firmly in a painful reminder that he was the one in control. Peach yelped softly as she felt him dominate her, forcing her to remember her place, and he began to slowly trail his tongue along the area where his teeth bit down briefly, savoring the taste.
“Hold still.” Gortash growled in her ear, making Peach realize she was practically squirming under him needily. She did as she was asked and held her body still, her face flushed as he looked into her eyes possessively, before he spoke in a softer tone, "Close your eyes.”
Peach obeyed, submitting herself fully to him as she fluttered her eyes closed, feeling her vulnerability spiking and sending adrenaline coursing through her veins in a delicious manner. She felt his hands began to caress her neck, her chest, slowly, tenderly, caressing every part of her, as if he was admiring every inch of her. The touch of his hand was almost intoxicating, as it trailed down, further, and further before settling between her thighs, and Peach’s breath became a slow pant as he began to play with her with his fingers. His lips moved to her neck and began teasing her, and she could feel her sensitivity grow with each circling movement of his fingertips, her mouth gaping slightly in pleasure.
A soft moan escaped her lips as he rubbed her skillfully, before he lowered himself suddenly, and took her in his mouth. Peach gasped softly, and her moans grew louder as his tongue flicked and circled her clitoris, her head tilting back in awe. The pleasure was overwhelming as he began to suck her, nipping and rubbing her with his tongue in repetition, and she felt herself unraveling. Her loud moan filled the air as she came against his tongue, his arms roughly pinning her thighs down against the desk as a small groan escaped him.
Gortash gave this delicious pleasure to her again and again, her submission only fueling his desire to make her scream. He suddenly rose to his full height, as Peach kept her eyes closed and she panted, her fingers digging in slightly to the mahogany beneath her.
“Look at me.” He ordered softly. She did as she asked, opening her eyes to reveal Gortash’s muscled body that was like a feast to them, as they trailed him all over. His cock was massive and throbbing as he leaned over her, placing his hands on her hips again. He lined himself up with her entrance, which was soaking wet, and he exhaled, his breath slightly shaking with satisfaction at her reaction.
"I want you to take a deep breath now," He warned. Peach breathed in shakily and took a deep breath, realizing this was likely going to hurt at first due to his size. He gazed down at her with lust and ran a hand through her hair gently, holding himself over her on the desk with the other. His demeanor was much softer now, as if it was a reward for her good behavior, and she relaxed, giving him complete control of her body.
She was trembling slightly in anticipation, but the feeling of his hand in her beautiful pink hair was soothing amidst the looming pain she was about to experience. Peach felt him spread her open and slowly press himself in, groaning under his breath, and she winced slightly, the pain radiating in sharp bursts as he stretched her open to accommodate him. She thanked the Gods she wasn’t a virgin.
Gortash watched her face, slowing down his pace each time he noticed it becoming too much for her to bear, and he continued running his fingers through her hair gently before leaning down to her ear.
“That’s it…” He spoke softly, his hot breath tickling her neck. She could tell he was restraining himself, his concentration on her was intense, but the hunger in his voice was nearly primal. “Be a good girl for me and take it all…” He whispered against her neck as he pushed deeper, resulting in a small, pained cry from Peach. She squeezed her eyes shut, his voice making her wetter and the experience more bearable as he drove himself the rest of the way inside her, lingering so she could adjust. She yelped softly again, and he emitted a low growl as he teased her neck with his lips and tongue.
Gortash began to thrust slowly, his breathing slowly evening out, but she could see every part of his body was tensed and he was fighting every instinct not to ravage her.
"That’s so good..." She moaned in encouragement, his movement bouncing her voice slightly. With every movement, bolts of delicious pleasure shot through her core, and she gripped his arms tightly through each wave. She heard him moan, his breathing still heavy and his voice low, feeling his hands tense up around her as he thrusted ever so slightly faster.
Peach's face did nothing to disguise her pleasure as her moans grew more desperate. She looked up at him, her pink and orange eyes glassy with euphoria, and Gortash stared right back down at her, watching her reactions with an intense stare. She felt pressure building up inside of her as the pleasure grew more and more heavy, panting harder as her face grew more flushed.
"Oh, yes..." She moaned as she felt him increase his pace. The look on his face drove her wild, her body tightening around him as he gripped her harder, and he began losing control fast. The feeling inside of Peach burned hotter, and she felt the sensation begin to spiral out of control.
"Gortash, harder… please...!" she whined, unable to control herself as the pleasure grew more intense, her moans getting louder. "Oh, fuck… More..." She whined, looking into his eyes with utter need. He growled and wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing carefully as adrenaline rushed to her head and he began to pound her hard.
As she felt the pressure in her body come to an intense climax, her walls closed around him hard as she cried out his name, riding through the waves of pleasure and ecstasy that overtook her body. Her eyes fluttered back in bliss, and she heard Gortash let out a loud groan, but he didn't slow down, his pace only getting faster and faster as Peach's sharp yelps continued filling the room. He wanted to hear her scream for him.
"You're mine, do you understand?" He demanded in a heavy panting growl.
"Yes...!" Peach moaned through a cry that was broken up between thrusts. Another orgasm hit her hard, its intensity sharply more significant than the last as she threw her head back in pleasure. “Ohhh…!”
"Do you enjoy what I’m doing to you?" He ordered through hard breaths, starting to lose his composure.
"Oh, Gortash, yes…!" She cried loudly as he continued to fuck her hard. His words only brought her more and more pleasure, her body responding so perfectly to his effort. Tears of pure ecstasy began running down her cheeks, her body bouncing hard against his. The sound of quills and parchment flying off the desk and hitting the floor didn't even register with him, his body moving with such intensity that it was all he could focus on.
"That’s right… Say my name," He growled. Peach clung to him tightly, her nails digging into his skin as he continued to slam into the most sensitive spot inside of her, losing all control and sending another wave of orgasmic elation through her body.
"Fuck...! Gortash...!" She cried through moans of pure pleasureful delirium, her damp hair sprawled out and spilling over the edge of the desk. Gortash groaned lowly, his grip on her hair only getting tighter the more excited she was got. Peach screamed through the waves of intense pleasure that he was giving her, the intensity in his voice and facial expression were like a wild animal losing itself.
"Beg me to stop," He growled, his eyes fixed on her. She heard his dark request, and she didn't even care anymore, she would give him anything he wanted.
"Please... please stop!" She cried.
Gortash pulled her closer to him and gripped her even tighter, though she wasn’t sure it was possible at that point. Peach was putting on her best performance, driving him wild as she screamed desperately, giving him exactly what he wanted as her tears streamed down her flushed face. The sound of her begging sent his mind spiraling further out of control, he was so close to losing himself inside her.
"Please! Gortash…! STOP…!” She sobbed through the pleasure, reduced to a complete mess. A loud and heavy groan exploded from Gortash's throat into her hair as he released hot bursts of cum inside of her, his body shaking as he moved to a standstill of bliss.
After a moment of panting heavily, he turned his head to place a kiss of approval on her ear.
"Good… girl…" He whispered through breaths, his voice a hoarse growl. Peach panted hard as well, her body relaxing beneath him as a veil of pure satisfaction settled over them both. She moaned quietly at his praise, catching her breath as her body shook.
Gortash smirked as he leaned back to look down at her, looking almost proud of the way he was able to please her.
"You're fascinating," He breathed out, "I couldn't stop myself." He admitted, slowly standing up straight. Peach slowly sat up as well, wincing at the pain from their endeavor, as tears continued to fall down her cheeks. Gortash lifted her chin to look at him with a curled finger, his gaze meeting hers with serious eyes. "However, this doesn't leave this room." He spoke sternly.
She felt him gently move stray strands of hair off her face, before he caressed her cheek. He seemed so tender; unlike the ruthless way he was with her before, and she nodded, looking into his eyes passionately before softly closing her eyes in peace under his caress.
"It'll be our secret…" She whispered, her eyes fluttering open tiredly once more to meet his. The corner of his mouth raised slightly, as his dark eyes gazed back at her, and he spoke.
"And I trust you will keep it.”