Savouring a few moments after his climax, eventually the Dark Urge rises from where he's been sitting and steps around the human. He doesn't bother to order the guard out with words, waving her away with a simple hand gesture and starting to remove his clothes. Gortash is left kneeling, momentarily, able to do what he wishes to in order to recover from what has just happened and prepare himself for what comes next.
It's generous, the bhaalspawn considers as he strips down in the human's peripheral vision. Part of him is curious to know if Gortash will allow himself a look. Perhaps he will give himself the full view of the half drow whose stature couldn't be less like a drow. The nature of his conception likely has more to do with that than actually taking after a large human more.
By the time he returns to the bedside, and to his toy still kneeling beside it, he is completely naked. The bulk of him is impossible to miss, the raw physical power underneath his clothes a wonder at all that he is as fast or as stealthy as he is.
He looks able to crush a skull in one hand if he put his mind to it. And, given who he is, extremely likely that he's tried before.
"I will stay true to my word," he says as he plucks up the oil from where he had discarded it on the bed and offers the vial to the human. With his other hand he gestures for Gortash to stand.
"You will prepare yourself for me," he says and presses the oil into the man's palm, the glass cool. With that, and remaining blessedly hands off given his penchant for murder, he gets onto the bed and reclines. Here it becomes abundantly clear that he's still half hard, his cock laying back on his belly as he watches on. The manacles are still at the foot of the bed, but it seems as though he doesn't intend to use them.
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It's generous, the bhaalspawn considers as he strips down in the human's peripheral vision. Part of him is curious to know if Gortash will allow himself a look. Perhaps he will give himself the full view of the half drow whose stature couldn't be less like a drow. The nature of his conception likely has more to do with that than actually taking after a large human more.
By the time he returns to the bedside, and to his toy still kneeling beside it, he is completely naked. The bulk of him is impossible to miss, the raw physical power underneath his clothes a wonder at all that he is as fast or as stealthy as he is.
He looks able to crush a skull in one hand if he put his mind to it. And, given who he is, extremely likely that he's tried before.
"I will stay true to my word," he says as he plucks up the oil from where he had discarded it on the bed and offers the vial to the human. With his other hand he gestures for Gortash to stand.
"You will prepare yourself for me," he says and presses the oil into the man's palm, the glass cool. With that, and remaining blessedly hands off given his penchant for murder, he gets onto the bed and reclines. Here it becomes abundantly clear that he's still half hard, his cock laying back on his belly as he watches on. The manacles are still at the foot of the bed, but it seems as though he doesn't intend to use them.