Baldurs Gate 3 ; The Lustful Urge

‘The blood in your head throbs and pounds. The pounding blood obscures who you are. An overwhelming loss of memory. How you ended up amidst these hellish flames is just as hidden. You have nothing in your skull, besides your name and a headache, and you are in danger’

What was it that you were doing prior to this strange event? could it have been engaging in an orgy? bedding some hunky otherwordly demon? Getting gangbanged by a bunch of rowdy goblin’s? was the last thing you had been doing is getting spitroasted by two hulking cambians? All three holes stuffed full of tentacles?

It must have been related to sex, surely? had a demon of Avernus **** you after a raunchy bout of sex you’d had with it?

Your clothing is still upon your body so maybe you hadn't been **** via a insidious demonic bedmate. You’d still be naked if you had been, right? As a human woman with long fiery red hair you were no different than most other human women albeit with some exceptions, your large pale breast’s still remained pushed up thanks to a corset that could be torn off with a simple tug, your leg’s entirely bare, save for a flimsy piece of fabric just barely covering your ass, if one’s gaze remained on your ass they would inevitably spot the large round buttcheeks of your fat ass in danger of being entirely uncovered behind the loose-fitting mini-skirt

A pair of thigh-high boot’s kept your feet from being submerged in whatever filth decorated the floor of the room you were in. Despite the rather scandalous choice in adventuring gear you have, you still have your finely crafted longsword firmly secured onto your waist via a leather scabbard attached to a belt being all that was keeping the short skirt and sword from falling off.

Everything about you oozed sex appeal, from the mountainous cleavage, wide hips, fat ass and your puffed out lips, the two ruby red lips acted more as dickpillows most days, your body enhanced to inspire lust in all who gazed upon you, mortal and demon alike. All granted by your patron whose only request was for you to engage in debauchery as often as you could, that is if you wished to keep your looks and abilities as a warlock

Your bag full of holding as it turned out fell out of the pod you were trapped in too as it flopped down onto your back as you were laying prone on the floor, the strap-on and coin that were held in it before you sorted yourself out; getting back up you bent down to grab the bag, coin’s and large strap-on, anyone else in the room would have been treated to the sight of your uncovered fat ass fully on display as you were busy collecting your gear, you couldn’t live without gold and the strap-on was something you had no intention on letting go, it could very well go to use on any man or woman you came across....or be used upon yourself, indeed if a particularly devious woman had her way it wouldn't be the first time you had your own strap-on used to fuck your ass or pussy and hopefully not the last.

Looking around at the room you are in you notice that there are multiple other pod’s like the one you had been trapped in. You try to remember how you got here or well anything from your memory before your abduction, aside from vague memories of sleeping with various men, women and monsters but aside from those lustrous thoughts nothing else came to mind aside from what you were known as

The Lustful Urge