#du: rhyleth arkenmtor

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Enver Gortash/Dark Urge Rhyleth

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I can't say just how much I've thought of my Dark Urge doing this to Enver, but what I can say, is that I think of this a lot. 😍

*chanting* GORT IN A MATING PRESS! GORT IN A MATING PRESS!

I just want to thank you because I had to google that position and I am absolutely loving it now. Durge holds him down like that and fucks him silly until he's bred with his bhaalspawn babies 💕

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Rhyleth's subconscious is still down bad for Enver. The Emperor is a very, very mean-spirited catfisher for doing this to him. He doesn't need to be called out like this by the cosmic calamiri man.

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I'm thinking of a spicy scene where my Dark Urge, Rhyleth licks and bites at Enver's nipple piercing and where Enver enjoys the sensation far more than he thought that he would, especially since he was fairly certain that his Bhaalspawn boyfriend was going to bit off one of his nipples, but he turned out to want to not hurt him - especially after reading this on Twitter.

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Enver Gortash was really thinking "I am going to mark Bhaal's heir with the black hand of Bane on one of his ass cheeks." with regards to my Dark Urge Rhyleth, and he followed through with it. Who needs a wedding ring when you have the black hand tattooed permanently on your ass.

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@darksynkka Thanks.

I took it for my Dark Urge Rhyleth. I guess that the time spent with Enver has really rubbed off on him.

@thanako, no pressure but feel free to have fun with this quiz.

I decided to do this quiz for fun and thought this might be a fun tag game to do with durge or tav!

WHAT KIND OF A VILLAIN ARE YOU?

Armas (The dark Urge)

I'll tag @spellmage @rowansnaps @wilchur @crossdressingdeath and @doli-nemae

And anyone else coming across this!

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I hadn't realized the significance of giving Rhyleth a moon-themed name when I created him, because at that time I didn't even consider shipping him with Enver. Now, I see that they are perfect with one another, because Enver is sun-themed while Rhyleth is moon-themed.

Rhyleth's name means 'moon-obsession' while Enver means 'luminous'.

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I'm in love with the idea of Bhaal positively malding over the fact that Enver Gortash branded his son with the black hand of Bane.

Rhyleth's attooed butt cheek under the cut.

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Death was but a temporary state for Enver Gortash. What felt like moments after the Elder Brain commanded him to perish, he felt the sensation of life return. He felt blood course through his veins, his eyes opened, he drew breath into his lungs. He was alive. How?

His Drow Bhaalspawn boyfriend had a handy true resurrection scroll. The first thing he saw when he returned to the mortal coil was the beautiful, scarred face of his lover, The Mad Dog of Menzoberranzan. He wouldn't mind dying again a thousand times over to see that face.

Perhaps the Drow was telling the truth when he'd told him that he'd not let death come between them. How wonderful the other man's lips felt on him as he kissed him, holding him like they were the only two people left in the world.

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I wanted to share some more soft/affectionate headcanons of my primary Dark Urge Rhyleth and Enver.

When Enver's joints are inflamed and when he is having pain flare ups in general, Rhyleth helps to tie up his shirt's ties for him. While even as a highly leveled Cleric, he can't take his pain away, he does his best to help Enver manage it.

A part of this reasoning is Enver's pride, his not wanting to accept his help with it as he's accepted his chronic pain as a part of who he is. The last thing that he wanted from anyone, let alone his partner-in-crime was pity.

It was one of the things that he missed while Rhyleth was missing and thought to be dead.

I like to headcanon that Rhyleth had gifted him the cain that he uses early in their relationship with one another, and that he even commissioned it to fit Enver's aesthetic. The one that he had before was the one that he'd been using since he lived in the House of Hope. He enver liked the look of the one that he had before, but he didn't see the practicality of replacing it when it worked fine. That was before his Banite aesthetics hoe™ era.

He never expected such a tender albeit practical gift from the infamous assassin, but secretly, Enver was touched that the Drow Bhaalspawn put so much thought into him, regardless of how messed up the dynamic of their relationship was at the time. He loved the danger and the intrigue of it all, but he savored those tender moments that were offered to him because he never got that at home or in the House of Hope.

With all of that said, post-game (but starting pre-epilogue party) he is a very attentive partner who makes sure that Enver is well taken care of. Enver finally gets over his pride in that respect and he allows Rhyleth to pamper him. The Archduke would only admit to himself that his heart would swell with joy when the Drow would draw a hot, fancy bath for him after a long day and an aching back and joints in general.

This is especially because he knows that the Drow's intentions are from love, something that he had a hard time accepting for a long while and that there was nothing transactional about it at the slightest. Rhyleth genuinely cares for Enver and his primary love-language is acts of service along with giving people practical gifts.

Practical is what Enver had tried to convince himself of, but as it turns out there was far more sentimentality left in his heart than he previously thought. The changes that Rhyleth had gone through at the temple where he'd rejected Bhaal were not just only welcome to Enver, but in fact they were just what he'd needed all along from a lover.

Enver's pregnancy post-game was tougher on him than either of them thought that it would be, and he hated to have to be reliant on Rhyleth for so much. There were many nights, especially in the third trimester that he had to take sleep potions along with another potion for his pain in order to sleep well at night.

The last month, especially, before their first son's birth, Enver was constantly miserable; so much that he was genuinely surprised that Rhyleth stayed with him. Rhyleth however, remained at his side as loyal as a soldier and more affectionate to him than anyone else had been.

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Enver: gets the following buffs applied after he and Rhyleth do it in Ketheric's bed, again

Rhyleth disappeared the next morning.

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The hair on Enver Gortash's ass may be as dense as an untamed, untouched forest but that never stop Rhyleth from eating it out like all-you-can-eat roasted dwarf on the regular as he sits on his face.

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Enver totally cries while Rhyleth blows his back out over his desk during reunion sex. Enver had thought his lover to be good as dead, and yet, he is not just alive but beautiful as ever. This deiform avatar of death itself is soft for him, and for him alone. How could the tyrant not shed a tear?

Even more poignantly, this happens after Rhyleth leaves the temple and had rejected Bhaal. He's not just getting rawed by his lover, but he is riding his raw emotions as well. He wanted to feel Rhyleth's claws dig into his back without a care of new scars and bruises appearing the following morning.

Perhaps those emotions had been unattended to while he had convinced himself that he wasn't coming back. I'm thinking of Enver spreading his legs further and further so that Rhyleth could fuck him to his core. His heart feels as if it was finally beating again, as if he'd been holding his breath while his lover was away (in the metaphorical sense).

Of course, that remains a figure of speech. Whether or not the tyrant wanted to admit it, he had felt sufficiently empty without his lover around. Enver feels a pleasant fullness by Rhyleth not just being within him physically, but emotionally. He'd suppressed his emotions quite substantially in the absence of his nearest and dearest.

The two of them explore and kiss one another's newly found scars. Enver traces over the scars where Rhyleth had been vivisected, and he awes at his hardiness in order to survive such a thing. He marvels at now just how alive he is, but how much he'd missed this just as much.

Rhyleth traces his lips over Enver's new crow's feet and smile lines and kisses all of the other blemishes which get brushed over in the numerous propoganda posters depicting him as a handsome younger man, for in his eyes, Enver is beautiful with even these perceived imperfections, pock-marks, scars, sun-spots, you name it.

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My Durge Rhyleth leans heavily into the themes of sacrilege. He'd totally be panting the words of that 'Father forgive me' prayer beteeen moans while he fucks Enver in a mating press over the altar of Bhaal. There is nothing quite like a breeding ritual between the son of Bhaal and the chosen of his sworn foe.

These guys f*ck quite nasty. On their first night together after they'd offically become a couple, they both drank some of one another's blood from chalices in a ritual to bind themselves together in a wicked way that caught the ire of both Bane and Bhaal. It was almost like a wedding, maybe it was one.

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Enver switches/verses with both my Drow Dark Urges. I don't like to characterize him as a top or or a bottom exclusively. Don't get me wrong, both of my boys Rhyleth and Imeth'hrae love to top that tyrant, but sometimes a man has got to plow a Drow into a mattress beneath him.

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Bhaal had made Rhyleth in the likeness of a deceased Drow child from a noble family of Menzoberranzan known for a penchant for cruel, unethical uses of magic. In spite of having the looks of a Drow, aging like a Drow, and by many means acting like a Drow, there was always something peculiar about the Arkenmtor boy who had returned from the spider pits.

Presumed for dead and being a male child, it was not a priority to look for him after he'd disappeared, Rhyleth was a typical Drow, or so he thought. When he killed both of his parents and left their bodies in a ritual circle, it was treated as business as usual for Lolthian Drow. The artfulness to the cruelty displayed by young Rhyleth eventually got him the monicker of the Mad Dog of Menzoberranzan.

That title was given to him by Enver Gortash, the human artificer whom he'd became involved with once coming above ground. Being a male from a matriarchal society, Rhyleth was not accustomed to being praised, let alone being valued. What began as a casual business partnership became a sexual, romantic affair full of mutual manipulations, mutual obsession, betrayal and sacrilege.

The voice that whispered to him to slay his parents was not that of the Spider Queen, but that of the presumably dead god of Murder, Bhaal. Lolth had gifted him clerical powers, but it was Bhaal who's nature coursed through his blood inescapably.