Baldur's Gate 3 - The Submissive Urge - Shar (Patreon)

Shadowheart guides you into the woods, past the point where any cries would be heard either by, or from the camp. It occurs to you that you know nothing of her goddess except a name and all rumor relating to it. Shar: A goddess of secrets, of murder and betrayal and in a convenience of fate, of those who wish to forget. You, who's mind feels literally to be so full of holes that it pains you at night and the Goddess Shar. It seems a match made in destiny, but you still have questions.
“I can really become a cleric of Shar?”

Shadowheart laughs. “No. There's no telling the lady will even recognize you.”

“Ah, so then you're dragging me out here so you can kill me quietly, I suppose?”

“And you're being such a good sport about it.” As Shadowheart speaks, now and in the past, you find it difficult to understand what she is thinking. You like to assume by her jovial and sarcastic tone that she is joking but you can not be sure. A faint worry creeps over you as a dagger stowed in her belt catches the moonlight. Are you even capable of defending yourself if she has designs to harm you? Will you even resist or will your body that craves pain and submission cave to the thought of surrendering.

“I am perhaps being a little uncharitable to you. As Shar is a goddess that can not be worshiped openly in most circles, this... What we are doing now is quite typical for how the life of a new Sharran begins.” She turns and walks backwards, winking at you.

“What do I have to do?”

“Right now? You should tell me if you're serious or not for one. Why are you even doing this? For that Gith?” She scoffs just to speak her name, making her feelings obvious concerning the Githyanki warrior.

“Shar wishes to know all secrets, so you should avoid lying to me if you would like her attention. Who are you really?”

“I really don't know. Maybe you're hoping that I remember myself to be some Drow noble or a big shot within some lesser-known cult... Not sure. Every time I try to remember I see red and get a headache. Aside from the tadpole the inside of my skull feels strange. I am genuinely quite out of sorts. Anything that comes to me doesn't come from me trying to draw it out.”

“What do you remember?”

“Are you just angling to steal all of my secrets, Shadowheart?”

She grins subtly. “Now you're catching on. But you should be laying yourself bare if you are serious.”

“To Shar...” You move closer.
“Or to you?”

“Go on, then.” The cleric crosses her arms and looked at you with a cocked stance. You feel color invade your pale cheeks as hands fumble at clasps which prevent your robes from holding tightly to your body. They fall and slowly your skin, white as ash, is illuminated by moonlight. Shadowhearts demeanor cracks somewhat while she stares at you like some trinket that she has caught a glimmer of in the dark. She closes in on you in a saunter. Shadowheart holds everything over you at this moment. She is dressed, she is guiding you and she is confident. It makes you feel naked before her in far more ways that one. Her hand rests on your hip and slides around you back to your rear. With her face close to yours she adds.
“You're quite good at following instructions.”

“You're a lot more gentle than Lae'zel.”

She smiled brightly. “Oh... That's just because you don't know me well enough.” with that her lips touch your neck. She kisses into it, sucking each time she does to leave little marks. You moan into the air, tilting your head back as she has her way over your skin.

“You're actually quite delicate, aren't you, for someone begging to be hurt. Look how easily you mark?” She pokes at the little marks made by her lips, then presses her lips to yours. Once she's had you she leans back with a look of disappointment.

“What's wrong?”

“I'm not usually this forward. Something about you just brings out the worst in me. I'll expect a bit more from you...” Despite seeming to act quite cryptic she is in reality spelling it out to you. You drop to one knee, then the other. Your head lowers and your hands move to her garments, trying to pull them below her rear and down her thighs. Her fingers weave into your snow-white hair as you lips press against her belly just above her sex. You look up for approval from her. She stares down at you with a blush.
“You missed!” She says. Her cocky tone tells you it is alright.

“Sorry.” You kiss down her belly. Your tongue licks between just to taste at first, then as you feel her body move from just that you begin to focus. Your mouth finds a hooded button to press your lips around gently. Your tongue rolls around rather mercilessly. You were not sure you were capable of such things but it comes so naturally to you.
“Mmm.” You hum into it as you lick and suck. You requisition a single hand from her rear. Two fingers from your soft hand slip into her and curl as you suck hard on her sensitive button. Shadowheart shudders and wanes, almost falling. You hug her legs to keep her upright and giggle as you once again kiss up her belly before looking up.

She breaths. “I can't say you're not eager. What did we come out here for again?”

“This, unless you were being honest.”

She huffs and pushes you off of her gently while lifting her black pants. “Unless I was being honest?” She repeats.

“Are you going to make a habit of being this lovable?”

You are comfortable on your knees looking up at her. “What's wrong?”

“Do you actually want to become a cleric? A worshiper of Shar?”

“Not opposed.”

“Why?” Shadowheart narrows her eyes at you.
“If say that it's because of that Gith I will scream. Such a reason is stupid.”

You glance through the woods behind her to the very small light of the camp in the distance. “If you scream, I don't think anyone will hear you. That was the point, right?”

“NOT the point, you idiot! If you do this it should be for a good reason. Why are you doing this?”

“Honestly... I don't want to at all. It sounds terrible.”

“So-”

The corners of your lips curl up lewdly and your tongue rolls out over them as you think through the question. It is all true what you say, and it is all obvious to you. The only thing you are sure of.
“So, isn't that a good enough reason?”

“I'm sorry?” Shadowheart shudders. To her your red eyes a small, and glowing maliciously in that moment. A murderers eyes with a tone shaken by madness and desire and cruelty, but the outlet is all wrong, like the words and the feelings are twisted into some misplaced purpose. She is afraid of you, even while there is nothing to be afraid of. It is simply the juxtaposition of what she sees and the strange words you say next.

“The fact that I hate it... Isn't it an incredible reason? I never thought about becoming a cleric? Think about it... I'm a sorcerer. My bloodline is set. Something I don't know from long past granted me power and I am THEIR descendant and this power will only grow if I use it, but my power and my birthright can be stunted and thrown away... Gone. My potential and my past gone... It just feels so unfair.” As you speak of unfairness it strikes Shadowheart that your heart lifts and your voice sings with desire. You are excited at being wrong and used?

“This- this is madness. You should not-” She gasps in pain, clutching her hand tightly to her chest. She drops to one knee due to the greatness of the pain. While her attention to you is diverted you feel an invisible hand turning your chin to look to your side. You see a twisted path of gnarled branches where barely a spec of light can be seen. The shadows seem to consume any path forward but somehow you can feel it more than 'see' it as a way forward.

“A child that is lost in the woods will surely perish.” A dignified, feminine voice speaking to you with authority. A warning.
“You who smile at thought of loss... Will you walk to your demise if I wish it? Such a waste it-” You stand up and, and is if hypnotized, begin stepping towards the path. As you walk through the darkness a coldness envelopes you and you feel lost with just a single foot beyond the breach. The voice is silent but within silence you feel laughter. You are not sure how, you just feel it.

“No! Wait!” Shadowheart calls out to you, but from your perspective her lips are moving without saying a thing. You take another step forward and turn to look and see where you are, then again you turn back and see nothing. A place unfamiliar as if you had walked a hundred miles into nowhere with no sign of a path and no bearing at all.

“Do you feel deceived, child? You likely believed that there would be mercy for you if you followed my voice. That it was a test. Truthfully, I simply sought to wrong you. There is nothing waiting for you hear. No one will find you and you will not find anyone. You have chosen and died pointlessly. Such is-”

You who could barely contain your joy at being fouled so harshly begin to huff and pant at the injustice of it. Your mind swims in the pleasure of the loss you have been treated to because it feels real. Genuine. There is no deceit in the voice's tone. It truthfully wishes to harm and punish you for no other reason than enjoyment and to you...
“Do you promise?”

“Do you mock me? Do you see my threat as nothing, to you? There is no point in torturing one that does not feel pain...” The voice seems to lament and grow tired of you quickly.

You smile. “I feel it. What if I wander for a bit? I think I'll start crying soon once the reality dawns on me.”You drooling at the thought of your mind caving to despair. The high of being trapped and bound within something more inescapable than bonds excites you to no end.

“No. I think I will end your mockery of an existence quickly, instead.” The sound of armor moving in the darkness. Figures emerge around you carrying spears. Harsh armor in purple and black with inhumane masks that can almost hide the fact that no soul is wearing them. They are empty, but carry themselves still with a proud and cocky gait. They close around you and with no warning a sharp pain stabs into the back of your leg. You look back and see that you are sweating at the feeling of having your legs stepped through cleanly by a spear for each one. Another stabs into your side, your arms, your shoulder. You whimper quietly. None of the wounds are lethal, but as you think that the heads of the spears begin to twist inside of you, causing a more potent scream to escape your lips. You lower your head, drooling on the ground as the unique sensation washes over you. It is death. It is coming to you and you can feel it close. One last spear taps the underside of your chin, urging you to lift your head so that it can end you wile it looks upon you. Instead you smile and kiss it gently, then lick it. It does not move so you slide your tongue to the edge and let that sharpness cut into you. Only then does it withdraw, along with all the others. But, you see a Sharran boot in front of you, the boot of a captor you should be cursing. You feel tempted to crawl on broken limbs forward just enough. Without prompting you press your lips against that boot and leave a mark from the blood that paints your mouth. The moment your lips leave the boot you feel a burning in your chest from your back. You look down and see a spear driven through your heart. Soon after that you fall and your eyes gently shut, but instead of fear you enjoy a sense of satisfaction.

When you awoke your first thought seemed to spark amusement, to some extend. You lamented that you were only able to kiss the boots of the armor and not the foot of that dominant and cruel lady herself. It would have likely felt amazing to do that as you were being stabbed so many times. You felt your head resting on some comfortable surface, then looked up to see that it was Shadowheart's soft lap that you were laying on.
“I Thought we lost you...” Of all things you can hear that worry has crept into her tone. Was she scared to see something happen to you?

“Uhh... Me too?”

“What happened? You suddenly wandered off, then it was like you disappeared. It was only after so much searching did the... Did I find you by chance laying here.” You relay your experience to Shadowheart. She is horrified as you linger on each detail, especially where it concerns the voice of the woman.
“Don't you get it? That was a trial! The fact that you're alive means you passed.”

“I... Think she was really trying to kill me.” You say in a wistful tone. As soon as you show you remember fondly, the thoughts and sensations from that time left your mind like color leaving your cheeks after a shock.
“I think? I'm not sure. What do you think?”

Shadowheart looks at you with excitement. “I think we may be Sisters, now.”

“Am I still naked?” you asked.

“As the day you were born.” She chuckles.