Baldur's Gate - The Submissive Urge 5 - Hope (Patreon)

“You behave well.” As the battle ends Lae'zel slaps your ass like you are a waitress in some seedy brothel. It is exhilarating. No longer a sorcerer in combat. Your blood is dulled and tossed out at her request. You put all your energy into healing her at every opportunity as she cut down the wild creatures and Goblins that your party was able to catch off guard on your way to discovering a path to her Creche. Although Shadowheart shares your burden as a cleric, only you are left to spend all of your magic recovering the party.

“When I return and I take my place at my queens side, you may have a place at my feet.” A revolting promise that leaves you shuddering, for it sounds positively delightful to you.

As Lae'zel continues on at her grueling pace, leaving the three of you behind, Shadowheart finally broke the silence.
“You know... You don't have to let her push you around like that. I would actually prefer you didn't.” She states forwardly.

The pretty Elf spawn, Asterion, chimes in after her. “At first, it was rather amusing. Then it became sad... Now it's amusing again.” He stops for moment.
“What I'm trying to say is, you should keep up the good work.” He smiles his showy smile.

“Surely you don't enjoy being her slave...” Shadowheart asks, leaning in for a quieter promise.

“Since we are... Together under Shar, I could take care of her. She is a heavy sleeper, you know?”

It brings a cruel smile to your lips. From where you do not know. As fun as that sounds to some part of you, you look at her strangely before shaking your head.

“I'm fine.”

“If you're enduring it, you don't have to!” Shadowheart claims.

Even Astarion throws his two cents in. “I'm not too pleased that Lae'zel is dictating our pace. We have already been with these little passengers for days with no change so who's to say we are even at risk.”

Shadowheart shoots him a look. “We are always at risk, but how we try to solve this problem should be up to us and not her alone.”

“That I agree wholeheartedly on.”

You look at them both curiously. “I actually quite like it.”

Asterion laughs cheerfully at you. From Shadowheart you receive a look of disgust. “How can you enjoy this? Being humiliated and forced to serve.”

“Not sure why.” You shrug. It just feels normal to you, so what else can you say? The blood, the humiliation, the joy of servitude. It feels as though have been bathed in those long before you awoke on the Nautiloid.
“I just do. Lae'zel happens to be good at it.”

“So the fact that you were forcibly changed into a Cleric and made to pervert your gifts...” You blush as she lays out the scenario. Her disgust only makes your mind lighter and more airy. She notices and looks upon you in annoyance.
“You are impossible!”

“Now now. Our drow friend is not exactly a puzzle, is she?” Asterion explains.
“She wishes to be humiliated and ordered around and tortured? What place is it of our to deny her? If anything we should be working to provide alternative outlets so that she will favor us, instead.” Asterion approaches you seductively.
“Having an adorable, Drow healer on call for my every whim sounds positively irresistible. What do you say darling? I could make you weep in any way you wish.”

You are salivating Before you can answer him, Shadowheart interjects and brings her face close to yours.
“Is this really the way you want it?” You nod and cock your head like a confused animal.
“What about-” She glances at Asterion and pushes him off so that he can not hear what you two are saying easily.

“Hey! Be nice.” he pouts.

Shadowheart continues. “What about Shar?”

“That was the finest pain and the most complete dominance I can remember since waking up. She has a special place in my heart so far. I'm quite happy to worship her.” You lick your lips at the thought of one more night trapped in your own mind, attacked by spirits in some otherworldly inquisition. Shadowheart is perplexed.

“Well I'm not going to say I'm... Please, exactly. But I take that to mean you are not submitting completely to Lae'zel?”

“I would.” You say frankly.
“But she doesn't go to far so it's all just good fun with her.”

“Fine. I suppose that's as good as I'm going to get it.” She walks stomps along Lae'zel's trail towards the sound of another fight. Asterion winks at you as well and turns, as if to say that you should keep him in mind. As you are about to follow you hear a voice behind you.

“All good fun. Quite an endearing philosophy.” A man with light brown hair and yellowish eyes and fair skin wearing noble garb approaches you in the middle of the woods. Not a mark of dust or dirt about him, not even on his finely tailored shoes. You turn around and begin walking in the direction of your group.
“Now now! You have not even heard my offer.” He snaps his fingers dragging you into another plane entirely. The lavish decor hides it nicely but the unmistakeable smell of the hells permeates the location, even above the scent of pleasantly seasoned food.
“We should talk about that little passenger of yours.”

“Ok.” You take a seat and settle in to listen.

“I am Raphael. You are rather perceptive so you may already be able to tell, so here. Let us just drop all illusions.” He is engulfed by a swirling flame. When it dissipates he is wearing the same clothes but with a far grander appearance of a Devil. Large horns and deep red skin. He has an impressive wingspan. His deep red eyes look upon your impressed expression.

“I-”

“Ok!” You say excitedly.

“Well-” He laughs like a school boy.
“My dear, you did not let me finish.”

“Yeah, I'll make a deal.” You smile.

“For...”

You look around. “Uh... The food was pretty good. Is that worth my soul?”

He seems frustrated. “That is not how you negotiate. You are making this less enjoyable. You have a problem. I can fix it.”

“Sounds good.” You nod at him in the affirmative.
“So for that I have to be... Your slave? Your servant? L-lover...” The Devil Raphael stares at you blankly. Realization washes over you as he takes the appearance of a child who's birthday cake had been dropped.

“Oh! I'm sorry... You- you must've had this whole thing planned. Uhm...”

“No. No it's fine.” He sighs.
“I was simply going to say that I was looking forward to watching you struggle until you come and beg me to remove that tadpole from your skull. When there is nothing you can do, and you are prepared to give me everything.” He says unenthusiastically.

“Oh well I can do that now.” You offer brightly.

“No. No thank you. We may be in touch.” With a snap of his fingers you are back in the forest. You wish that you had filled your stomach more when you were there. You regret not endearing yourself to him more. A deal with a devil could have proven quite enjoyable.