Screenshot of Fic Ratings, Transcript follows: Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Relationship: The Emperor/Volothamp Geddarm (Baldur's Gate 3) Characters: Volothamp Geddarm, The Emperor (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Slow Burn, One Shot, as in it's a one shot but I'm still taking 5k words to get to the hot stuff, the buildup is worth it, Alcohol (mild), kink tags to be added in later parts, Tentacles, deepthroating tentacles, Wax Play, pain play, Bondage, Rope Bondage, BDSM, Temperature Play, Collars, Leather, Anal Fingering, Double Penetration, by which I mean double penetration with tentacles, the emperor is a one illithid floating orgy, Needles, acupuncture used in unusual ways, More Bondage, Electricity Play Language: English Stats: Published: 2024-06-11 Completed:2024-07-07 Words: 14,884 Chapters: 7/7 Comments:57 Kudos:26 Bookmarks:4 Hits:381
Screenshot sample of the fic. Partial Transcript: The Emperor wondered if he were ever to be permitted peace even in death’s embrace as he heard pieces of the voice more clearly now. “Hmm, this one might be alive, but…reason to be careful…isn’t this…?” Fragments of sentences tugged at his fading consciousness as he felt the cool trickle of sour medicine against his maw. “They mentioned…but…should be dead?... Reports…mistaken…” Something in the tone was familiar. Almost infuriatingly familiar. By all rights this man should be an enemy of sorts, his meddling long interfering with carefully laid plans that couldn’t afford to go to waste. The Emperor swallowed the bitter cure, at least partially grateful even if his saviour was far from his first choice. “Volo…Volothamp…Geddarm.” He forced his mind to press his voice to the man’s own, almost immediately exhausted from the exertion. “Oh, my good fellow! You are not quite through death’s door as yet! And you retain your mind? Your memory?” Volo spoke quickly, excitedly. His volume and enthusiasm were almost enough to want to turn away from life’s guiding light to seek peace instead. But only almost. The Emperor had a drive to survive that would infuriate Jergal himself, had the ancient god desired to guide his soul beyond. “No, no, my apologies - don’t force yourself yet.” He switched from speaking to the cast of a simple spell, Sending allowing for the brief telepathic communication and response. “Is this easier for you? Take your time, let the potion work. I have a scroll that should ease more of your pain soon. Though-” Volo’s verbose nature didn’t serve him well as he ran out of words in the limits of the sending. “You know…who I am…? ” The Emperor spared the erratic wizard the need to continue through more sendings, and spared himself the pain of having to listen to them. Although, it was certainly more comfortable to communicate this way, to save his aching head from a barrage of that exuberant voice.
Let's try a #FicPromoFriday
Here's 15k words of #Emperor x #Volo because #BG3Emperor deserves...well frankly he deserves better than #VolothampGeddarm but honestly? I think they work rather well~
Mind the tags on the way in~
Also #Spoilers set after endgame
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#BG3
