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bearhugsandshrugs · 4 months

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Can I request a fem!tav x Gortash drabble with orgasm denial? His, hers, or both, whatever scenario comes to mind!

Uhhh I wanted to write a short drabble and then it became a whole thing.

All in a day's work: Gortash/F!Tav – Orgasm denial, edging, machine fucking, DP in one hole

“Definitely not”, Gortash scolded as he leaned back in his chair, strategically placed so he could see the entire workshop. "You're not coming unless I allow you to."

Tav let out a sob in response, her naked body held in place by the Steel Watcher. She'd begged him for release, argued, yelled, and pleaded, but Gortash had denied her, with his rejection just now being only one of many that night.

Looking at his watch, Gortash stopped the time until her breathing steadied into a specific rhythm, then jotted that down into his notebook.

"One minute, seventeen seconds", he mumbled, "interesting."

Tav couldn't tell anymore what that meant, what he was doing, only that her cunt was on fire and her clit was pulsating with need. Inside of her was still the hard, metal cock of the Steel Watcher that was fucking her on Gortash's commands, unrelenting and bigger than was realistic (then again: nothing about this seemed real), and her walls clenched around it in desperation, aimlessly seeking friction where there was none to be found.

"Go on", Gortash said to the machine, not her, and it immediately resumed its pounding. "You look so pathetic, getting fucked by machine while moaning like a whore", he mocked her, and to Tav's shame, every word lit a new fire in her core. "And here I thought I'd need to provide lubricant."

He hadn't. Needed to. He'd led her to his workshop, for help with a "special project", and she'd followed him, intrigued. He'd kissed her, fondled her; teasing her just right until she whined under his touch, and it had been then that a Steel Watcher had made its presence known, holding her down while Gortash undressed her, getting her ready for his "project".

Tav whimpered as the metal cock pushed in and out of her, wet noises revealing her need, all while Gortash watched on intently. She could see the bulge in his pants, his erection straining against the fabric, waiting to be touched, waiting to be handled, and she bit her lip imagining it was his cock fucking her, not his machine's.

It had been the entire reason why she'd followed him here. She had thought "special project" was a convoluted way of saying they'd fuck. And well, she was getting fucked. Just not by him.

Not that she didn't enjoy it. Well. Except for the fact that he hadn't let her come in the last hour.

Her legs started to tremble again, uselessly swinging in the air while the machine bounced her body up and down on its cock, her back pouncing against the Steel Watcher's chest. There was no feedback from it, of course, just mechanical effort: clean, detached, precise; without care about her arousal or release, without affection or lust, and that thought alone made her skin tingle.

"Close again already?", Gortash chuckled, and when Tav opened her eyes briefly to glance over to him, she saw he'd taken himself out of his pants, his hand wrapped around his cock.

"N-no", she tried to lie, hoping that if he didn't know how close to the edge she was, she might tip over it accidentally, finally finding that high she'd been seeking.

"Stop", he hissed, and the machine halted promptly and dutifully. Tav wailed against her restraints, tried bucking her hips against the Steel Watcher, but instead the machine tightened its grip and changed their position, rendering her efforts useless. Again.

"Not only a whore, but also a liar", Gortash scoffed, and when she looked at him this time, he'd sunken down in the chair, legs spread wide as he stroked himself in languid motions. "And you think I'd let you get off? Please."

Everything was blurry and pained, her heart beating so frantically she wasn't sure how much more she could take. Tav whimpered in the Steel Watchers' arms, and it was then that she noticed she had started to cry.

"One minute and thirty five seconds", Gortash mumbled after another moment had passed, but his voice was straining against the back of his throat, the continuous sounds of his self-pleasuring echoing through the workshop.

"I'll do anything", Tav sobbed, "please. Please whatever it is, please please–"

His sigh let her stop her begging, and when he stood up to walk over to her, she moaned from the anticipation, finally expecting the release she'd been craving. But before he reached her, he stopped at a side table, rummaging in a drawer before focusing his attention back on her.

"The Drow matriarchs use this to let several of their men serve them at once", he smirked, nodding towards a small jar full with a thick liquid in his hand. "They get fucked by two, sometimes three at the same time if they want to be with child, and will spare only the man whose seed was stronger than its competition."

Tav's eyes darted across the room, trying to figure out if he had invited someone else, but it was just them.

"Not that I would ever share you, of course", Gortash said flatly. "Except with my own creation."

He opened the jar, throwing the lid to the side, then commanded the Steel Watcher to pull out of her with only a word, before smearing the thick liquid on her folds and inside her cunt. His fingers were warm, and so soft compared to the machine, and Tav's throat spit out moan after moan with every new touch.

“Gods”, she cried out when he curled his fingers inside her, smirking so cruelly she wanted to tear his face off. But not before fucking it.

But then she felt it: The salve, or whatever it was, felt comforting and warm. Relaxing.

“Enter”, Gortash commanded, and the Steel Watcher pushed its way back into her, all while Gortash held eye contact with Tav, whose head fell back against the machine’s chest.

“Hold”, he added, quieter, and she heard the soft quiver in his voice.

Stepping up to her he gave his cock a few pumps before he lined himself up against her entrance, and only then did Tav understand. Oh.

Gortash took his time, working himself into her wetness along with the machine’s metal cock, the salve easing the stretch as her walls strained to accommodate him. Them. Tav felt like she was about to lose her mind: She felt so full, so obscene, with the Steel Watcher holding her tightly in place while Gortash pushed into her.

“Begin”, he croaked out, and his movements matched the machine’s pace immediately as both of their cocks slid in and out of her. Gortash’s hot girth contrasted starkly against the cold metal of his machine, luring out moan after moan as Tav’s body bounced between them, the Archduke’s nails digging deeply into her waist, more to support himself than anything else.

“Fuck”, Gortash groaned after mere moments, “You’re so fucking tight–”

Tav couldn’t reply in comprehensible words anymore. Everything was pleasure and sensations and need and stretch–

His own moans mixed with hers and the steady, mechanical whirring of the Steel Watcher pounding into her. Her heart was about to beat out of her chest when another “Please” wailed its way out of her mouth, earning her a slap to the face and a growled “Shut up” from her lover.

“Not yet”, he added, but he sounded almost as pained as her. “Faster”, he commanded, and the Steel Watcher picked up the pace, matching the frantic rhythm that Gortash had settled into. Tav felt her body climb and climb, felt like she was about to fall–

“Say please”, Gortash groaned, and when she opened her eyes to look at him, making sure she understood him correctly, his mouth was hanging open with lust, eyelids half-closed, his face barely in control at all.

“Please”, Tav whimpered one last time as one of his hands shot up to her throat, while the other found her clit. His thumb had barely brushed against it when she already came undone, and her cries were choked down to whimpers as she bucked against the machine’s restraints again and again and again, pleasure rolling through her in waves.

Gortash moaned her name as he followed her over the edge, hands cupping her face as he spent himself in her. His voice was hoarse when he commanded the machine to halt.

“Fuck”, he sighed when they eventually all stood still, chests rising and falling with both of them gasping for air. “I didn’t account for the time”, he added, and while Tav definitely heard regret, there was more playfulness laced into his tone than anything else.

“No”, she immediately replied, “I need a break. Really.”

Chuckling, Gortash pulled out of her before ordering his machine to do the same, and after another command, his Steel Watcher finally set her down on shaky legs.

“You have earned yourself some recovery. No more work today.” He seemed intrigued and proud, and the way he licked his lips when he looked at her made her nervous all over again. “But I must insist on your help again soon.”

Tav would later ask herself if she’d been out of her mind, but the words found her so easily, so quickly, that she couldn’t really argue with herself: “It would be my pleasure.”

#enver gortash #tavtash #gortash x tav #bg3 smut #take me out back and shoot me #every day i stray further from the gods #but i don't care #tell me why i searched 10 minutes for a gif of a steel watcher lol

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