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libbybee · 17 days ago

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BETWEEN THE SHEETS OF DAWN — AA.

summary: morning sex in a daily day six months after defeating the netherbrain. warnings: MDNI 18+, female!reader, soft!dom vampire lord, shameless smut, angst, p in v, body worship, fingering [F], mutual masturbation, bite, blood drinking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cock riding, orgasm denial, orgasm control, overstimulation. word count: 7K+ masterlist . spotify playlist . AO3 . image

a/n: english isn't my native language, sorry if there are grammar mistakes.

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The first rays of sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains of the grand window, slowly bringing the chambers of the Crimson Palace to life as always with each passing dawn.

Astarion kept his word to rule by your side, hand in hand since the night he transformed you into his consort. In fleeting moments, as you walked together through the bustling streets of Baldur’s Gate, it was easy to pretend you were merely two ordinary souls, blending into the pulse of the town. But there was no escaping the truth: nothing about either of you was remotely ordinary.

The past six months were filled with a strangely comforting love that took you even by surprise, especially after his ascension. Nonetheless, this unexpected… ‘feeling’ only served to deepen your love for him, binding the two of you more tightly than ever. He was as much yours as you were his.

You stretched lazily, feeling the pleasant crack of your joints beneath your scarred skin for the marks left by his fangs and teeth—symbols of your previous night. Turning your head to your side, your eyes fell on the vampire lying beside you, naked as you were, his ivory skin half covered by the silk sheets while his perfect features kept quiet in sleep. Your lips form a smile subconsciously.

You traced your fingertips delicately along his right cheek, following the elegant curve of his pointed ear, gliding down until you reached the sharp line of his jaw. Your fingers lingered there momentarily, enjoying the connection before your palm settled on his cheek once more, just as if that simple, gentle touch was enough to attach you to him.

After a brief pause, you pulled away and turned your attention to the window. The sunlight crept through the curtains, warming the sheets slightly since the morning sun had risen and casting a golden glow over your uncovered thighs.

You pushed the sheets off your waist to rise from the bed, padding the wood floor on tiptoes as you made your way to the window.

For a brief time, you admired the peaceful morning outside: the streets of Baldur’s Gate, typically alive with activity, were quiet in the early sunshine. Buildings still repairing stood bathed in a gentle, golden hue as shopkeepers began to order their products and gardeners tended to the shrubs lining the pavements.

With a peaceful sigh, you finally drew the curtains, plunging the room back into a comforting darkness lit only by a faint, soft glow cast by candles. You didn’t want to disturb Astarion just yet, preferring the serenity of this quiet moment together.

Returning to bed, you sat beside him, your eyes once again tracing the sharp lines of his face. Your focus remained on his full, kissable lips, and the temptation to lean down was just too much to resist. You lowered yourself to place a kiss on his mouth, soft and full of affection.

His response was immediate when his cool hand cradled your cheek, pulling you closer as his lips parted to deepen the kiss. The moment your tongues met, a silent sigh escaped your lips against his. You moved in perfect and slow harmony, tongues tangling with an eagerness that left you breathless.

When you finally pulled a bit away, your cheeks were flushed, and both of your lips glistened with your combined saliva, connected by a thin trail.

“Ah, waking me in such a delightful way... You're learning, my love.” Astarion purred sweetly against your lips, his voice like a seductive melody. His mischievous smile sent a shiver through you as his hand on your cheek slid down to your neck, gripping it softly but with intent.

“Did you sleep well, darling?” You asked with a dulcet voice as you stroked his cheek tenderly. His crimson eyes flickered toward the two small wounds on your neck—fresh marks from earlier that night and still... healing.

He returned to your face, fixing his eyes on your lips. “How could I not sleep well with such beauty at my side every night?”

As he leaned back against the pillows, the black silk sheets slid down his waist to pool over his thighs and expose his sculpted abdomen and his sharp hips. Your attention roamed attentively over his form, tracing each intricate line and the exquisite curves of his physique. The sight was breathtaking; his figure was a masterpiece. The thought that this flawless, captivating vampire was yours filled you with delight and fascination.

“Enjoying the view, are we? I’d like to think so...” Astarion’s voice held a flirtatious edge, pulling you from your brief distraction. You had forgotten yourself for a moment, lost in the sight of him. But did it really matter? After all, you’d both seen each other stripped bare countless times during your months of camp escapades, and even more so after his ascension. And now, after defeating the Netherbrain and aiding in Baldur’s Gate’s repairs, this was just another layer of your shared intimacy.

A blush crept onto your cheeks, sly but obvious, yet you didn’t dare look away from him. Your sights remained locked, your heartbeat quickening under his inquisitive stare.

“Shyness, now? After last night’s performance?” He mentioned with a low and rich tone, amused. “How utterly adorable, darling.”

Before you could react, his hand slid from your neck to your waist to pin you beneath him on the bed in one swift and calculated move, letting your head rest on the plushy pillows. He placed his legs under yours to lift them and spread your thighs further apart, exposing you to him in the way he desired without letting you any chance to complain about it; his habitual dominance was both enchanting and... strangely tender.

A soft giggle escaped your lips, the suddenness of his movement catching you off guard, but you didn’t mind at all. If anything, you indulged in it.

Your hands instinctively sought him out, tracing the sharp angles of his cheekbone with one hand before drifting down to his perfectly chiselled abs with the other. You couldn’t help but marvel at the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch. With him so exposed, pressed so intimately against your naked form, you weren’t about to waste a single second.

Every brush of your fingertips elicited a reaction: a slight contraction of his muscles, soft, almost imperceptible sighs of pleasure. You loved how sensitive he was to your touch, how even the smallest of your affections could draw out those precious sounds as if he were only yours to navigate and explore; that was exactly what he was.

Your fingers danced slowly down his abdomen, descending as if you were asking for his permission to continue with your imploring eyes fixed on his predatory crimson ones.

Your hand trailed down his abdomen, every touch paused and reverent, cherishing each inch of his cool, porcelain skin. His expression, usually sharp and guarded, softened just enough to reveal a tiny hint of vulnerability that only you could ever see. You caressed his cheek before drifting up to his delicately pointed ear, and Astarion’s eyes narrowed with a flicker of surprise as you began to trace the soft lines of his ear almost impatiently.

With the lightest, most serene touch you could give, you traced its fine edges, letting your fingers explore every one of its contours. He exhaled out a pleased sigh, almost imperceptible as the slight tremor in his body betrayed him, but enough for you to notice. His ear was so sensitive that the merest caress from you could entice him.

He charmed at your touch, and you watched with satisfaction as his composure faltered. It was rare to catch him off-guard, rarer still to witness the quiet pleasure that softened his gaze as he let you continue, trusting you to lay bare even the most of his delicate places that became yours.

His hands wandered over the sides of your hips and waist, his thumbs squeezing and caressing the soft curves of your breasts as his face hovered just above yours. His eyes locked in only you as the silence enveloped you both, which just intensified the temptation pulsing in the air.

You felt his thighs press tight to yours as your legs wrapped around his hips, both pelvises grinding together almost involuntarily. His eyes burnt into you, feeling the tension in him growing with every passing second. Desperation flickered behind his blood-red eyes, and you knew he needed you as much as you needed him.

You pressed your thighs tighter against his sides, trying to pull him even closer as your bodies were demanding the connection that neither of you could deny any longer.

The fragile wall between your lips broke as Astarion suddenly lunged forward when his control slipped half away. He bit your lower lip hard enough to force a gasp from you before his mouth crashed against yours in desperation. His kiss was intense while his tongue tangled with yours as if you were his source of life. His hands tightened around your hips with a fierceness that made you wince, the sting of his fingernails buried on your skin mixing pleasure and pain.

You cradled his cheek once more as you tilted your head to let him deepen the kiss, opening your mouth for his tongue and feeling the throbbing between your thighs grow more intense. His desperateness was infectious. Your body was yearning for him, and your walls knew it damn well while they clenched pathetically around emptiness, as if they were screaming for him to fill you.

His nose pushed against yours, his fangs grazed your own and your lips almost enough to make your lower lip bleed in his, roaming his hands over your body with a rising urgency, as if he couldn't bear to not touch every inch of you. His control was unravelling, his usual elegance and grace shattering by a carnal instinct coursing through him.

You could feel his cock press insistently against the mound of your pussy, sliding over your lower belly as if seeking an inexistent entrance. His shaft rubbed and throbbed against the sensitive skin covering your clit, and the pulse of his lower vein tingled in time with your knot of nerves. He rocked his hips against you, chasing friction.

Every second that passed of your kiss, you could see it in his half-closed eyes: the increasing primal desperation, the absolute need to devour you again and again. And with each movement, you felt your resolve crumble, swept away by the storm of his passion.

Your pelvis moved in perfect rhythm with his, each motion drenching him in your warm, slick arousal that soaked your clit. His every touch drew more from you as your hands slid down his sculpted sides to grip his hips, pulling him closer as if even the smallest distance between you were too much to bear.

He crushed his lips against yours one final time, a passionate kiss that bordered on wild before he tore away to guide his mouth a path downward. His lips moved feverishly over your throat, grazing your collarbone with frenzy, hot smooches. Once he reached your sternum, he slowed, trailing sensual kisses along the centre of your chest to savour each inch of your skin. His mouth opened when he found your breasts, tracing soft and heated lines over the sensitive curve of one of them with his tongue before capturing your nipple between his lips, giving you unhurried suctions and flirty nibbles.

He lavished your other breast with the same meticulous, aching attention, his mouth gliding over your delicate skin as his tongue traced warm and precise, languid circles. He captured your other nipple between his lips, letting his teeth graze before soothing with his tongue your sensitive peak.

Pleased, he released your breast and began a steady ascent, his lips travelling back up your sternum while licking you with his tongue to taste you one last time before reaching his new focused point.

When he reached your neck, he paused to hover with his mouth over the delicate twin punctures from his last bite. He traced them lightly with his tongue, feeling the quickened pulse beneath your flesh before tracing them with the tip to feel the texture of your skin. Then he sealed his lips over your marks, sucking hard enough to pull an almost imperceptible sigh from your throat.

The pressure grew, his lips demanding, as if he were trying to draw every drop of your essence into him. His tongue lashed over the marks again, his need for you palpable as his body trembled in his attempt to restrain himself.

This made your heart race, as you knew well the look he gave just before he bit down. The slight tremor in his touch and how his hold on you tightened as his intentions were becoming evident by the second.

He failed miserably in his try to restrain as he sank his fangs back into the not-yet-fully healed punctures in your neck. His bite was perfectly controlled nonetheless; he learnt exactly how to pierce your skin with a minimum of discomfort, though the sharp, mingled sting of pain and pleasure surged through your throat.

A deep breath tore from your lips as you tilted your head back, giving your neck fully to him. His mouth latched on, taking deep pulls of your rich bouquet with a deliberate self-indulgence.

At the same time, one of his hands released your hips and slid between your thighs to find your painfully swollen clit with almost dangerous accuracy. His thumb stroked it mercilessly with slow and calculated small circles to stimulate you; meanwhile, his other hand remained firmly on your hip bone to keep you exactly where he wanted you.

Your soaked, empty entrance shuddered in frustration, your walls pulsing with need as he avoided where you needed him most. “Astarion…” You whimpered, the words barely escaping your lips. “Fuck me… please.”

Desperation clung to every syllable as one of your hands slid down between you, looking for his hard length. Your fingers, trembling with need, wrapped around his cock to slowly stroke him, the intense heat of him pulsing in your grip. With your bodies so tightly pressed together, it was nearly impossible to guide him where you required.

Astarion pulled his lips away from your neck with a slow drag, leaving your skin wet and painfully yearning for more of his bite. The sinful sound of his mouth leaving your flesh resonated in your ears.

Your, now open wounds, bled steadily, staining the pillow beneath your head. A trickle of your blood ran down his lower lip when you saw his face, an image that struck you as irresistibly sexy… especially when he slowly licked it away, savouring your taste once more.

He leaned in close to you, his breath ghosting over your ear as a raspy giggle escaped him. “Oh, you want me to fuck you, do you?” He uttered in a dangerous murmur. Each word sent a shiver through your entire pussy, making you drench his fingers. “You must be desperate, begging so sweetly like that and... wetting my fingers like this.”

Your fingers tightened in frustration around his length, feeling him throb and pulse in your hand. A soft, pleased groan escaped his lips. His restraint frayed under the sensation, but still, he held back to revel in your torment. His mouth crashed onto yours again with a fierce and consuming kiss, as if tasting your blood hadn’t been enough. Dominating your tongue with his and leaving no space between your lips, allowing you to taste your life fluid in his mouth.

And still, it wasn’t enough.

His fingers stroked harder your puffy clitoris, accelerating his circling motions and coaxing a helpless shudder of your hips against his hand. And just when the pleasure began to grow so unbearably close, he pushed two of his fingers inside you with effortless ease because of your wetness. The stretch felt abrupt and all-consuming, his fingers instantly fucking you knuckle-deep before curling upward to rub your G-spot, making your walls clench anxiously around him.

“Astarion…” You groaned against his mouth with a wavering voice as the torment grew almost too much to bear. Your hips bucked forward, trying to draw his fingers deeper a moment more, but he moved his hand just out of reach, leaving your trembling hands grasping ineffectively his cock and waist.

Frustration sparked hotter, stoked by the smirk tugging at his lips as he looked down at you, almost prepared to start crying for what you really wanted from him. “I want your cock…” You panted, grinding yourself against his fingers to satisfy your craving for his touch. But in your weak moment, he cruelly slipped his fingers away, causing your pussy to ache in disappointment.

“Begging more already?” He was obviously amused, as though your torment only made him more intent on withholding.

“Just fuck me, now…” Your demand words sounded harsher than you intended, but the ache between your legs was agonizing. His low chuckle returned, his thumb brushing all over your clit again and part of your entrance without pushing inside, making you shudder.

“Oh, darling,” he murmured, “you know I love seeing you like this... so needy, so irresistible.”

The fire in your eyes only burnt brighter as you glared up at him. “Then do something about it.” You blurt out in exasperation without thinking too much about what you just said, scrunching up your brow and pouting slightly in annoyance at his refusal to cater to your every whim.

Astarion enjoyed your frustration. A sarcastic smirk spread across his lips at your demanding tone, watching you anxious and aching in your exasperation. Your challenge sparked something playful yet... irritated in him. The corner of his mouth twitched as he leaned in closer.

The strokes all on your clit rapidly began to feel maddeningly light now, sending shocks of insufficient pleasure through your body that did not offer any relief. His lips grazed your ear once more, whispering in a voice laced with a mocking offence, “You really think you can order me around, my love?”

Without any warning, he withdrew his hand from between your thighs, which elicited a dissatisfied sigh from you. Then, a sharp slap in your clit resonated in the room, causing a quick jolt of pleasure and sorrow to ripple across your pelvis as he forced a rasping gasp from your lips and made your muscles tight in response.

A quiet laugh escaped him again before taking your hand off his dick; his breath felt hot against your neck as he gripped your hips firmly, lifting them just a few inches to position himself at your entrance. The bulging head of his cock pressed against you, tantalisingly kissing your throbbing knot of nerves covered by silken, sensitive skin and coating it with his precum, yet he held back to enjoy the way your impatience boiled over.

“You want me to do something about it?” He repeated in a serene voice filled with a false irritation. “You’re the one yearning for me, yet you’re barking orders. How charmingly misguided of you.” He watched you with a cruel stare, the corners of his mouth twitching into a smirk, savouring the way your breathing slowed in anticipation.

With a sigh, Astarion finally relented. “Fine.” Just when you thought he might keep holding back, he aligned the crown of his tip in your entrance to thrust into you with one smooth motion, satiating you completely. A flicker of satisfaction crossed his features when he added, “But you really should choose your words more carefully next time, beautiful.”

The situation made you moan in pleasure as he filled your entire pussy. Astarion exhaled, his control fraying as he buried himself deep inside you. His grip on your hips tightened as he set a slowly deliberate tempo, letting you feel every inch of him opening you deliciously wide as he leaned down until his lips hovered over yours.

“Is this what you wanted, isn't it?” He whispered roughly as the feeling of your pussy clenching all around his cock drove him into a state of madness. He pushed harder and more deeply, his ruby eyes challenging you to keep pushing him. “Or maybe you’d prefer to take control yourself? You look so eager for it.”

With that, Astarion stopped abruptly every move inside you, letting the heat of his cock radiate against your walls as he watched your every reaction with keen interest. He could sense your impatience—the ache in your body for more friction.

“Go on, then.” He ordered in a low, taunting tone. He kept himself firmly planted inside you while he tilted his head, refusing to thrust or move and encouraging you to take the lead. The sensation of him stretching you was incredible; every pulse of his cock against yours sent rushes of pleasure through you; anyway, he remained visibly indifferent.

“Don't tell me you can't handle this.” He remarked sarcastically, a hint of irony adorning his provocation as he guided his lips to your ear. “You wanted me. So stop stalling and do something about it... or perhaps it was just your desperation talking?”

His lips brushed against you, letting you feel the tension of his words between you. The atmosphere was charged with a tangible blend of your frustration and his enticement. His voice firmed as he urged you on, “I’m right here. Make it worth my while, or you’ll get nothing, treasure.”

Those last words especially provoked you, heavy with the implications, and they awakened a rage within you. You could feel the weight of his body, the heat radiating from him heightening yours. Astarion's cock suddenly throbbed and pulsed between your walls as he spoke, and certainly for what he could’ve imagined, as if it were a constant reminder of having him motionless inside you.

With a determined breath, you accepted his challenge. You began to gently and shyly rock your hips against his as you grabbed his waist with both hands. The delicious friction sent a renovated satisfaction rushing through you instantly as you finally could feel him rub against your inner cavity. His cock stretched you open perfectly, filling you so full that you could hardly think straight while your insides vibrated and squeezed all his shaft.

As the sensations started to inundate you, Astarion pulled himself a short distance up from your body and got on his knees on the mattress. This sudden change in position allowed you to fully fuck his cock and look up at his handsome face and expressions, making your pussy swallow him completely and your clit painfully throb with his satisfied look. The electrifying sensation of each inch stretching you further intensified as you slowly picked up your rhythm, driving you both deeper into a state of dizzy delight.

“Good girl…” He purred as his eyes hungrily drank in the sight of your pussy fucking him. “So perfect... so eager for me.”

You rocked your hips harder, pushing him deeper until his glans kissed your cervix with every thrust, sending new sparks of electricity through your womb. His hand slid from your hip, moving up across the skin of your abdomen to grasp your left breast. His fingers curled around it to squeeze it firmly, kneading your flesh as his thumb flicked over your hardened nipple.

Astarion’s gaze was fixated on the sight before him, his pupils dilating with raw lust as he watched your hips move against him more quickly. The way your pussy lips glistened, wrapping his length until you rubbed against his bare pelvis with every thrust, captivated him totally. Every bounce, every roll sent a fresh surge of heat through him at the way your body effortlessly glided to his hips because of your copious wetness. Your swollen, rosy clit stood out as it was bitten by a bee, begging for his attention—just a perfect contrast to the flushed sheen of your skin with the fresh layer of sweat on your flesh.

His eyes roamed up to your breasts, tightening his grip on the left one, his fingers digging into your flesh as he examined you with ravenous intensity. Each bounce made your breasts sway, their perfect rise and fall mesmerising him. The sight alone seemed designed to push him further into oblivion, his cock twitching and hardening inside you in response, feeling desperate to crush you harder against him.

“Fuck…” He mumbled with a raspy, strained voice as the raw desire in his gaze overtook him. He was delightfully enamoured of your body as it worked for him, every inch of you a vision of depraved beauty with unbridled passion.

His sudden curse caught you off guard. You weren’t used to hearing him swear, but the rawness of it only fuelled your eagerness, making you want to shatter his usual composure even more—to unravel the elegance he normally displayed.

“Gods...” He groaned, his grip tightening on your breast as he subtly guided your movements but still allowed you to take control, at least for now. “The way you're taking me, darling, it’s delicious.”

His other hand kept on your hip, fingers digging into your skin as your rhythm grew more intense. Astarion's eyes roamed over your trembling thighs, the slickness coating his cock as you grounded forward against him, and the exquisite pleasure flush flooding your cheeks as the moment overwhelmed you both.

“Come on,” he urged with a low, sultry growl that sent shivers straight to your clit. “Move those perfect hips for me, sweet thing.”

You obeyed, grinding against him with wild abandon, basking in the fullness of entwining yourself around him. The rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air at this point, mixing with your melodious moans and the low, satisfied groans that emanated from his mouth.

“Look at that…” He purred, his grip tightening on your breast as his eyes swept over you. “I could watch you like this forever…”

Your body craved more irrevocably; the delicious friction was escalating into an explosive crescendo. Every movement brought you closer to cum, especially when his tip slammed against your G-spot with almost every move. And gods, the way Astarion was gazing down at you desirous and delighted only heightened your desperate determination to make him feel every last part of the ecstatic feeling that was overtaking you.

Every move filled with passion and delight coiled tighter within you, each sensation pushing you closer to your delicious breaking point. Your focus was consumed in the lewd sight of your pussy sucking him perfectly, over and over again.

But as your rhythm quickened, Astarion’s restraint began to unravel as the crimson glow in his eyes flared brighter. He let out a needy growl, inducing him to suddenly thrust into you with an impulsive and unrestrained intensity. His hand on your breast tightened up, the sensation adding to the delicious violence of his redoubled movements.

Astarion’s grip on you was fierce, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you harder against him. Until he guided his hand to your hips side to grip them expertly and lift your hips slightly with a precise motion, aligning you with his pelvis hastily and making every thrust a flawless, heated collision of bodies.

The urgency of his need was palpable in every exhale. His hands firmly held you, squeezing you at his sides as he controlled your hips' movement, directing you to match his fevered pushes to make your pussy swallow him until his balls smacked against your ass cheeks.

The rhythmic sound of skin slapping turned more vigorous as your bodies moved in perfect sync—a wild, animal instinct overtaking you both. The air grew thick with the scent of sweat and sex, your climax so close to exploding as you succumbed to the insatiable carnal hunger that radiated from his body.

Astarion’s grip on you was fierce, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pulled you harder against him. His hands roamed over you with a seemingly restless urgency, moving from your hips to your waist, then to both your breasts, as though he couldn’t decide where to hold you. But there was no mistaking his intent: each touch, each grasp, was calculated and purposeful.

His nails almost scratched your skin for his barely restrained avarice before locking around your waist. This was to position your hips exactly where he wanted them, placing you just near enough to close any distance that could still be until your pussy labia kissed his pelvis skin. Then he tilted his head, a wicked smile flashing as he watched you react, fully aware of how his every movement drove you out of control.

And just as the ache in your belly built to a breaking point, he slowed abruptly, pulling you only halfway through the halting final stroke that would have sent you over the edge. His gaze fixed on yours as he held you there, cruelly denying you the release that was so close.

“Oh, no… my love.” He whispered innocently as his hands grabbed firmly your buttocks, halting your desperate attempt to thrust yourself against him. “Not just yet…”

He maintained a slow, calculated rhythm, letting the anticipation coil tighter within you, adoring each agonising whimper from your lips as he kept you teetering on the edge, refusing to let you fall. A discontented sigh escaped from you as you tried to move again, trying to calm the aching sensation of your body because of the release he denied so effortlessly.

“Astarion…” You muttered, your impatience clear, but his grip only became firmer, his hands sliding up to hold your hips with infuriating ease, stopping you mid-motion. A low, indulgent laughter rumbled from his chest as he leaned in to be mere inches above your face, tracing his fingers along your sides, each touch disappointingly gentle. “Oh, don’t pout, darling.” He purred with a cruel grin as he watched you squirm under him. “I’m enjoying this far too much to let you rush it.”

A feeling of dissatisfaction simmered within you, an unfulfilling need to feel him a bit more, to taste the release that hung tantalisingly at your fingertips. You arched your back, attempting to grind against him, but his grip was unyielding enough to hold you firmly in your place. The teasing is exquisite yet tiresome.

You lifted your hips, trying to reclaim some control. “My love…” You breathed, your voice escaping as a desperate plea, “Please...”

A dark glint appeared in his eyes as his breath ghosted over your lips. “Please what, my cheeky little thing?” He taunted low and sultry. “You seem to be enjoying this as much as I am.” His body pressed you into the mattress as he claimed your mouth with his when he finished speaking. The kiss was feisty and filled with a yearning that matched the urgency bubbling within you. You tangled your fingers in his white hair with one hand, pulling him down as your bodies melt.

As the kiss deepened, his hands roamed down your hips to grasp your thighs once again and lift them in his sides, tracing the curves of your body and igniting every nerve ending with his sensual touch. Your breasts crashed against his chest as you arched your back, seeking the delicious embrace of his body with his cock deep within your pussy, without taking special attention that he remained steadfast to hold you at the brin; even if it bothered you.

Desperation flooded your senses as you broke the kiss, panting against his lips as your head rested against the pillows and your eyes locked to his, his pupils turning black in untilled want. “Astarion, please… I need you.” Your spoken words came with more urgency than you intended to, but you couldn't help any more as your impatience only pushed you.

For a moment you thought he might relent, but he only chuckled. “Oh, my dear, the way you beg is quite the sight.” He pulled back just enough to wander his gaze down your body.

As Astarion lowered his gaze, his eyes were drawn to the sight of your bodies intertwined, a perfect fusion of sexiness and enticement. The smooth curves of your hips meld seamlessly with his pelvis, the tautness of your skin glistening with a sheen of sweat that catches the dim light of the candles in the bedroom. His eyes travel to your thighs, which quiver with impatience.

Your legs are draped around him, the delicate curve of your calves resting against his sides. He takes in the way your skin flushes—a rosy hue dancing across your cheeks and spilling down your neck, highlighting the soft swell of your breasts above. Each gentle rise and fall of your chest for your quick breathing beckons him.

His eyes fixate on your delicate peach-coloured pelvic area and where your bodies join at the sight of your labia glistening around the least visible of the base of his length—a tantalising vision of ecstasy that ignites a primal flame within him. He can feel the way you’re clenching around him, and your slickness surrounding him is a testament to the climax coiling tightly within you, imploring to be unleashed.

Astarion’s breath catches at the sight of your engorged clit peeking out between your lips, flushed and glistening, a silent plea for his undivided attention. It only fuels his need to take control, to immerse himself in the exquisite sweetness that radiates from you.

With his sight moving back up, he locked onto your eyes—pools of desperation and yearning that mirrored his own. Your full and rose lips, slightly parted as you breathed, became an irresistible temptation, igniting an irresistible urge within him to devour you.

A wicked glint sparked in his eyes as he lowered his head, pressing soft kisses along your neck and nipping innocently at your skin. He loved the taste of you and the way your pulse buzzed beneath his lips. “But I have to admit,” he murmured seductively, “you make this very difficult for me.”

He pulled back to meet your eyes just for a second, then reached for your lips. Finally, the tension snapped as he surged forward, capturing your mouth while he began to move within you.

At that moment, the world beyond disappeared entirely; all that mattered was the raw, unbreakable connection between you, locked in a rhythm of passion that left you breathless. His kiss was a measured balance of impatience and dominance, his lips soft yet insistent, moulding against yours in perfection, and taking special attention to the smallest details of your mouth and tongue.

Your bodies instinctively pressed harder together. He tasted of something irresistibly sweet, tinged with a hint of danger, each brush of his tongue against yours sending shivers down your vertebral column. One hand of his tangled in your hair while the other gripped your waist, acquisitive and tender as if he were trying to merge your very souls.

Every thrust sent pleasure coursing through you, intensifying with each heated kiss. Your body, responding to the exquisite friction, began to tremble as a tight coil of ecstasy built deep within. The kiss grew more urgent, each movement a plea for more, and as he deepened it, you felt a rush of intense heat flooding your senses.

The tension built higher, an exquisite pressure coiling within you as he held you tightly in his arms. Astarion groaned softly, the sound reverberating against your mouth. Then, teetering on the edge, a starburst of sensation exploded inside you as you fell from the edge, the wave of ecstasy crashing over you as his lips continued their fierce kisses. Your body shuddered against his, breaths mingling as you broke the kiss, gasping for air, your heart racing in the exquisite release.

You pulled the hand off his hair with uncontrollable urgency to guide it down to your swollen clit, rubbing yourself as quickly as you could to extend your orgasm as much as possible. You closed your eyes and laid your head on the pillow, focusing on the sensations rippling through your entire pussy: his cock plunging in and out of you with growing speed, your poor clit drenched and throbbing endlessly under your fingers, his kisses now trailing over your cheek and neck...

You were losing your mind because of him and everything he was making you feel. His name escaped your lips like a prayer, cursing in broken, disorganised moans and pleas as you lost your breath due to the suffocating burning sensation you felt throughout your body.

But even as he watched you fall undone beneath him, he didn't stop for even a split second; rather, he increased his pace. His control seemed to break into pieces when his hand, lost in your hair, wrapped and tightened around your throat, and the one holding your waist clung to your hip hard enough to be able to cause bruises and red stripes from his nails on your delicate skin.

He pressed his face tight to yours, closing his eyes as well to chase his pleasure as he felt your pussy strangle his cock and re-lubricate it with the new lubricant inside you. Your walls fluttered delightfully along his length, forcing even noisier moans from him against your cheek and solidifying his grip on your throat with each passing second.

You were aware that he was clearly noisier with you, but the spectacle of him so utterly lost in pleasure, and the way his moaning came out like that, was a whole new thrill.

As his cock grew impossibly hard, you could feel every vein pulsing and swelling against your inner walls, hammering your cervix more violently and rapidly with his bulged tip. Reaching a point of delicious pain as he denied you much of the breath you were gulping down for being so lost in your ecstatic stupor. Your fingers danced with unbridled need over your agonised clit, heedless and uncontrolled, soaking both with your warm, intense release.

Your thighs trembled against his hips as you clung to him with your legs as best you could. But suddenly, he stopped all movement against your body, still buried balls deep inside you. You felt his balls tighten against your reddened buttocks and your perineum as his cock pulsed and contracted between your walls, climaxing.

You didn’t even bother to count the streams that hit your cervix, his grip on your throat loosening just enough to let you breathe without fully letting go just yet. His hips began moving again, but much slower to prolong his placid orgasm, moaning in rough breaths against your cheek, his warm breath almost marking your damp skin.

You simply basked in your pleasurable ecstasy, feeling his cum spilling out your pussy and around his still-buried length, dripping downward. The luxurious sheets were no doubt a mess, but neither of you cared as you both floated in the glory, gasping for air as your senses returned to you and stabilised as best they could.

You wrapped his body tightly, crushing your tits against his sweaty pecs and resting your cheek against his as you stayed around his arms with your eyes closed. His grip finally released your neck, leaving a deep red flush where his hand had held you so hard.

The weight of Astarion’s chest against yours grounded you as the last torrents of euphoria ebbed through your bodies. His breathing was ragged but steady, and his fingers traced gentle paths along your waist, soothing the constant tremors in your aching limbs. He stayed, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek, almost reverent after the dizzying ecstasy that you both had just shared. His arms tightened around you as he murmured against your ear with a low, satisfied hum, “I could stay like this forever.”

Nestled against him, you felt the last vestiges of tension leave you both as the world slowly returned. A small, tender smile played on his lips as he met your gaze, a moment of serenity glimmering in his eyes. One of his hands let you go to caress your cheek as he continued, “I must confess, you’ve made this moment utterly unforgettable.”

In the comfort of his arms, a soft laughter bubbled up from you. “Is that your way of saying you’re hooked?”

“Oh, my dear, it’s far too late for ‘hooked.’ You’re mine in every sense of the word.” His smirk grew as some mischief danced in his face. “Besides, it’s not as if I had much of a choice, now, did I? You were practically begging for me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Begging? I think you might be exaggerating...”

He smirked, his expression turning serious as he leaned in, biting down on your earlobe with a hint of roughness. “Exaggerating? Not even close. You were begging for me, and you damn well know it. It’s only fitting for my consort to be so eager.” His breath was warm against your skin as he murmured in your ear. “And don’t pretend otherwise; your body betrayed you completely.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, your cheeks bright red with a mix of embarrassment and thrill. “You certainly have a way with words…”

He chuckled softly, his gaze unwavering as he leaned back just enough to meet your eyes, his smirk remaining. “Oh, I have many talents, love. But I must say, this particular... skill of mine seems to have left quite an impact on you.” He let the words hang in the air, the teasing edge in his tone undeniable.

You narrowed your eyes playfully, trying to maintain your composure. “Impact, indeed. But don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late for that. I’m already rather fond of my charm.” A look of mock seriousness crossed his features. “But in all seriousness, my consort, you have no idea how much I intend to enjoy having you at my side.”

“Oh, and how I’ll relish every moment spent with you...” You whispered in response, a playful smile lighting up your face as you pressed a gentle kiss against his lips.

With a satisfied sigh, you let your weight drop back onto the bed, feeling utterly content and fully sated. The morning ahead was bound to be a long affair...

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brabblesblog · 11 months ago

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A series revolving around the life of one Vampire Ascendant and his consort. The road to hell is paved with good intentions; the road to heaven is paved with bullshit and busy work. Astarion and Ban navigate the world post-ascension. The journey to healing is never linear, and this series chronicles moments in their life eternal. My ascendant Astarion fics are a softer take on Ascendant!Astarion and of the changes he undergoes after the rite. The series includes full length fics and oneshots.

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Oneshots that exist within the "If I ascend" series.

Astarion (Spawn/Pre-Cazador Mission) x Tav

Older works, written in second person.

Massive, super big kissy thank you to @bhaalism for the headers and dividers!

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starshinegazer · 5 months ago

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Shoutout Sunday

I just wanted to collect some of the most memorable Astarion fanfics I've read so far and to give them and their authors a big ol' shoutout. These are some of the fics I strongly suggest others to check out, if you haven't yet.

Also, please feel free to comment and recommend your favorites as well! And, if you know of some of these authors on tumblr, lemme know, so I can add them too :) I'm not too good with words, so I'll be slapping some of the authors own words as descriptions (for now). Oh, and do be mindful of tags etc etc... Here goes, in no particular order:

Pieces Still Stuck In Your Teeth by howlsmovinglibrary (@wetcatspellcaster) "The Vampire Ascendent has crossed a line. Eleven years after making the biggest mistake of her life and losing the man she loved, tiefling wizard (now Archmage) Rosalie decides it’s time to put this Astarion in the ground for good. Hopefully, both her head and her heart are strong enough to see this awful task through to its end."

An Honest Lie by howlsmovinglibrary (@wetcatspellcaster) "Astarion and Rosalie think they understand each other perfectly, but they have each fallen prey to the other’s mask. As they both go forward with their adventure, will either of them dare to be honest?"

A Crooked Touch by eyes_of_the_lamb "If you want to read a story where Astarion is sweet from the start and Tav is here to fix him, this isn't the one. If you want to read about two terribly broken men spending a good long while making each other worse before they make each other better, this might be for you. If you thought the in-game romance was a little too easy and it should have been ten times more painful and difficult to convince Astarion he's worthy of love, this is definitely for you."

Perfect Slaughter by Imagineitdear (@imagineitdearies ) "Tyrus, a low-born drow with aspirations for necromantic wizardry, finds none of the hospitality he expected from his new noble patron, Cazador Szarr. Quickly he loses his life and future, his hopes and dreams—only to find something new to fight for in the unlikely arms of Cazador’s least favorite spawn."

A Novel Experience by meanboss (@meanbossart ) "Initially just an epilogue for my own game campaign with my big meaty dark urge drow, turned whole story which I accidentally deleted and am now reuploading, my bad LOL

Hope you enjoy!"

Carving Through The Dark by skitter "The realm is safe and the story is over.

Wren and Astarion descend into the Underdark in search of a new purpose, and learn a few things along the way. Namely, that healing isn't linear and sometimes love takes the long way round."

Blood In The Weave by gingealish "There is no need to breathe, but I miss it all the same. The suffocating silence, the desperate darkness have encapsulated me for I don’t even know how long; It could have been tendays or years. I’ve long since accepted my punishment, stopped trying in vain to crack the seal of my tomb against the onslaught of panic and hunger. Now I lay here, thinking of the friends I’ve lost, the lover who turned on me, and how to finally get even.

Astarion is the new Big Bad Evil Guy. Spawn Tav is rescued by a familiar face. "

When He’s all but Forgotten How to Love Again by bg_brainrot "You saved Baldur’s Gate almost 300 years ago. You died 150 years ago. On a new life now, you find that memories from your past lead you to a specific silver-haired man. Who was he, and why won't he leave you be? tldr; An Elf-Tav reincarnation story where Tav dreams about Astarion in their nightly reveries and eventually seeks him out once they reach maturity. Things definitely totally go well."

More Than Any Words by mataglap "They have saved the city and possibly the world. All is great and everyone is happy... except Astarion has been banished back into the shadows, and Tav is stuck in an uneven battle with his own oath. He's losing the fight. He knew he would from the moment he fell for Astarion. But he can't lose yet, not before they find a way for Astarion to walk in the sun again."

Inexhaustible Oil by homeward_bound "This is the absolute opposite of a redemption fic. A post-canon, fall-from-grace, "I can make you infinitely worse" kind of story, in which there is no simple happy ending. But there's mystery on the way. And dragons. True love, even. So if you're fine with that, come aboard. It's going to be a wild ride."

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astarionancuntnin · 3 months ago

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here's my masterlist with everything i've written! note that:

all fics are explicit and astarion x fem!reader unless specified

series and multichapter fics have their masterlist linked with all chapters and ao3 links

one-shots/requests will have their main theme mentioned in parentheses next to the title, and the full lists of content warnings are available on their linked post/ao3 page

Requests: CLOSED

Current pending requests: 3

- i am more comfortable writing astarion (spawn or ascended) and halsin, but im open to get out of my comfort zone and write other characters! - i write in third or second POV (more experienced with x reader/tav) - comfortable with most types of writing (fluff, smut, angst, hurt/comfort) - i am willing to go extremely dark and kinky (basically ask and if its above my limit ill tell you, but if ive already written about it, im cool with it) - send an ask and ill get started on it! (i am quite busy recently, but i promise to get around to your request sooner rather than later)

fics are posted in chronological order of creation

this list will keep getting updated as i upload more

full list below the cut!

she was a wildfire that couldn't be tamed; he was the night star admiring her ruthless dance

Undisclosed Desires (Denial of feelings, rivals to lovers) (part 1)

Masterlist

astarion and you, along with your other companions, have been traveling together for a few weeks now. he gets on your nerves at least once a day. but as much as you hate to admit it, your late night activites are plagued by him. little do you know, hes aware of the effect he has on you and intends to use that to his advantage.

Bad Blood (Mature, Angst, follow up fic to Undisclosed Desires, Astarion POV) (part 2)

Masterlist (not posted yet)

it was meant to be a nice, simple plan. get the sorceress to fall in love with him to assure his safety. what he didn't plan was to fall for her as well, and all the complications that came along with it.

A Lesson in Taming Your Dark Consort

(all fics in this series are one-shots that surround the dynamic between Ascended Astarion and his consort Malva (my oc evil tav), heavily BDSM driven)

Taming a Tempest (spanking, semi-public sex)

oh, to be the Vampire Ascendant's dark consort. to have eternity and enhanced powers right at her finger tips - only to be denied. but two could play this game, and Malva would make Astarion regret witholding anything from her.

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Dancing on the Edge of a Knife (knife play, orgasm denial)

ever since his ascension, Malva was convinced that Astarion was the only person who could understand her every twisted desire. well, almost. there are some things she still keeps to herself, he simply wouldn't understand this part of her, the one who dances on the very edge of her knife.

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Contributions to Angels of The Night Collection

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Blood Sisters (MalvaxMerelind)

Die For You (Lovers to Enemies to Lovers, Ascended Astarion) Completed work!

contains some Shadowheart x fem!reader

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the ascension changed the person Astarion was, or so you believed. you broke up and parted ways after defeating the netherbrain, thinking it was for the best, but when you see him again 6 months later at the reunion, you realize you never truly moved on. and neither did he.

Meet Me In The Woods (predator/prey)

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it's astarion's turn to keep watch for the night. everyone's off to bed and he's still gone hunting and nowhere to be seen. you refuse to be the one to fill in for him again, so you venture into the woods looking for where he was last seen.

Midnight's Embrace (weed, polyamory)

astarion x female!reader x halsin

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you can’t recall the last time you had a real, good night of sleep. your fight with the nether brain is approaching fast and your anxiety is only increasing. halsin proposes to try a special brand of herbs to alleviate your mind. turns out this herb also awoke something else in you.

Nothing But A Dream (somnophilia)

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you've agreed to take things slow with astarion, only partaking in nighttime activities when he specifically desires them, and this morning, he wants you. but he would hate to intrude on your precious beauty sleep.

Run, Little Fox (predator/prey, hate sex, mildly dubious consent)

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this brat of a rogue questioned your leadership one time too many, it is time he learns his place, and youll do it the only way he'll listen to you: with a challenge. if you win, he will be held accountable for his actions, but if he wins, he gets to use you every night. it doesn't matter anyway, you'll win... won't you?

Public Display of Affection (A!A, jealousy, semi-public/loud sex, hints of voyeurism feat. Gale)

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his consort - his beautiful, too kind for her own good - forever young lover. she was his, and his only, and he believed it was long overdue to make that statement clear among the rest of their group. after tonight, the only name spiling from her luscious lips would be his.

Death is Not an Escape (Mature, Dead By Daylight AU, heavy angst)

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it wasn't supposed to end like this, they were supposed to get out and defeat the absolute - together. but as a dark fog swallowed them whole, their fates changed drastically.

The Ways of Worship (Priest/Modern AU, Corruption)

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this faith was all you've ever known. so when you wake up a morning with the dreadful feeling that you've lost it, you do the one thing that makes sense - confess to your local priest. when he offers his guidance with the promise of making you whole again, you accept without a second thought. your first lesson begins tonight.

Remember Me (Angst, Audio adaptation)

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you can't make sense of where you are or even how you ended up in this cell - hells, you're not even sure of who you are at this point; any memories of your past are a blur. it's all the more confusing when a group of adventurers come to rescue you, and a particularly worried pale elf takes it upon himself to help you remember who you are.

sleeping next to astarion

A!A's children

your short future with astarion

A!A being possessive of his consort

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brain-rot-central · 9 months ago

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Sonnet of the Lone Cardinal, Ch. 2

A/N: HEAVY TW FOR PREGNANCY AND TALK OF CHOICES. I understand this is a sensitive topic for some. Feel free to skip over this chapter; I will completely understand.

Rating: M - soft E Word count: 3.7k Pairing: Ascended Astarion/Fem!Tav Warnings: pregnancy, discussion of pregnancy termination, mention of prior sexual acts, emetophobia tw, angst, loss of consciousness, druids are connected with nature and shit, stalking behavior

Summary: Astarion's visit wasn't a one-off event. He and Tav have continued to meet nightly over the last few months, Tav all but losing track of time. It isn't until she ends up at the home of a certain druid that time catches up to her. She's now charged with a difficult choice, all while under the never-ending watch of her clandestine lover.

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It's a day of rest for the citizens of Baldur's Gate, and the market is restless. Errands that have been pushed off for the last tenday all beg the same level of attention as shoppers flit from one store to another. Children laugh in the streets as they run past, mothers hopelessly screaming their names in an attempt to track them down.

Tav peruses the wares of various street vendors and shopkeepers. Her bag is already full, though she makes a quick argument with herself that she could absolutely use a new scarf. Mindlessly, she scratches the side of her neck while browsing the collection of woolen scarves at an upscale boutique. A sting of pain shoots down her neck, an unpleasant reminder of the discolored welt she had sucked into her flesh a couple nights ago.

The visits have continued since that first night. Astarion never gives much warning as to when or if he will return. It’s always the same modus operandi - he shows up unannounced, they spat, they have sex, and he's gone come morning. Tav rubs over the sore spot on her neck again, wincing as she recalls the evening's events.

Astarion was particularly rough that night. She could tell something else must have been preoccupying his thoughts as he didn't care much for their usual banter. No, he very quickly got straight to work, his fingers sinking into her cunt as he sucked the mark deep into her throat. Feeling a blush rising to her cheeks, Tav shakes her head in an attempt to rid her mind of the memory. At least until she's no longer in public.

Gazing across the store, Tav settles on a particular scarf. It's a light-gray color with various types of flowers embroidered throughout. Bringing it to the shop owner, they make light conversation regarding the detailing of the scarf as Tav expresses her desire to buy it. Tav pays the fee, stepping over to the shop’s mirror to place it around her neck. She gasps as she narrows in on the bruised skin of her neck, seeming to be worse now than earlier this morning. Heat rises to her cheeks once again as she winds the scarf around the column of her neck, paying extra care to position the fabric over her secret.

Waving to the shopkeeper, Tav exits the boutique and heads toward her next destination - the butcher's. Her freezebox is running empty, and there's only so much more vegetable soup she can eat before tiring of it.

Truth be told, however, her appetite has shifted dramatically in the last few weeks. Even Astarion has commented after she nearly upchucked all over his loafers. He's agreed to go lighter on the cologne going forward, and thank the Gods he's obliged. Tav vaguely wonders if she's fighting off some type of illness, though it's been much too long for a simple stomach bug.

She's reminded just how tender her breasts have become as well, yelping aloud as she collides into the back of another shopper out in the street. “I'm so sorry!” Tav says quickly, ducking out of view before the victim can get a good look at her. She winces at the soreness of her bosom as she adjusts her bodice, dipping into her favorite butcher shop.

“Ah, Tav!” greets the butcher, warm and welcoming. A halfling, his amber eyes finding her as his lips pull into a smile. “Haven't seen your face a good while,” he comments. “I was startin’a wonder if you'd run off on yet another adventure.”

Tav chuckles and gives a nod. “Good to see you, Gideon. I'm still here!” The scent of meat is oddly strong today. Tav feels her stomach beginning to twist and turn as she surveys the various cuts of meat and fish laid out on the ice of the display cases.

They exchange pleasantries; Gideon shares quick stories about his family, Tav telling him more about her adventures to stop the Absolute. Disappearing into the back of the store, Gideon yells out, “Were ya interested in tryin’ some sausages, Tav?” Before she can reply, Gideon reappears holding a tub of meat trimmings.

Her nostrils are assaulted by the smell. Her stomach is lurching at this point, ready to spill freely up her throat and onto this poor man's pristine wooden floor. “I-Is it a new recipe?” Tav asks, feigning interest. She places a clenched fist over her mouth as she belches.

“No, not a new one,” he explains. Tav watches as he slips a sausage casing onto the spout of the meat grinder. “Improved!” Gideon grabs a handful of trimmings and places them into the funnel atop the grinder. Holding the casing in place, he begins to twist the crank with the opposite hand, machinery grinding the trimmings into mince.

Tav registers the sound of Gideon’s voice in her ears, though none of the words make it across her brain. She's transfixed on the way the meat mince fills the casing. Saliva pools thick on her tongue as a wave of sickness strikes her. The grinding of the meat has intensified the smell; it's not a particularly bad smell. In fact, it smells rather pleasant. But it's a smell; a strong smell, nonetheless, and strong smells are not something she can handle, as of late.

“Tav? Tav!”

She snaps from her daydream as Gideon's voice cuts through her mind. “Oh,” she says, “I'm so sorry. My mind was elsewhere, Gideon. Forgive me.” Tav’s eyes follow Gideon's hands as he gathers more meat trimmings to place within the funnel.

“That's totally fine, dearie! I was just goin’a tell you-”

Gideon cranks the handle again, grinding more meat into the casing. The accompanying smell overwhelms her nose again, and suddenly she's retching, violently, onto the pristine floorboards below - exactly what she didn't want to do.

After some time she's dry heaving, having emptied the full contents of her stomach. Tav then sinks to her knees, vaguely hearing Gideon scream from behind the counter. Her ears are filled with little else but the rapid beating of her own heart. As her chest heaves from the power of her emesis, Tav’s vision narrows a single tunnel. She falls gently onto her side, the touch of Gideon’s hands holding her head the last thing she remembers before slipping away into unconsciousness.

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The ceiling is unfamiliar.

Tav snaps awake, rising curtly from the bed she lay on, certainly not her own. Immediately she's met with the soothing, pleasant scent of patchouli incense. And sage, lots and lots of sage.

“Ah, you've finally awoken,” a gruff yet feminine voice speaks from the far side of the room.

With a swivel of her head, Tav meets the hazel eyes belonging to this mysterious being. Wild blonde hair is woven into locks, adorned with beaded jewelry. Sun-kissed skin wrinkled by the passing of time, alluding to the beauty she beheld in her youth.

“Jaheira?” Tav asks in confusion. “How did I…?”

“You passed out in the market, little cub,” she explains. Jaheira comes to sit on the edge of the bed, a laugh escaping her. “Boy, you gave that poor shopkeeper a fright. I happened to be not far from where you were when I heard the commotion.”

Running a hand through her hair, Tav recoils after touching a particularly sore spot on the side of her scalp, face pulling into a scowl. “Did you bring me back here?” Tav asks.

With a quick laugh, Jaheira says, “With some help, yes.” She gives a quick nod to Tav. “Don't worry, we maintained your dignity.”

The episode at the butcher's begins to replay in her mind. “Oh, Gods, Gideon!” Tav exclaims, holding her head in her hands. “I ruined his beautiful floors!”

“He seemed more worried about you, little one,” says Jaheira. Quirking a brow as she tilts her head, Jaheira asks, “Who is this man to you? He's not exactly your type.”

Disbelief settling across her face, Tav yells defensively, “Jaheira! He's my butcher!” She winces as another bolt of pain shoots down the side of her skull.

“Ah, go easy,” coos Jaheira, hands coming up in a calming gesture. “I only tease.”

With a sigh, Tav pulls the covers off herself and moves to sit up. She rubs the back of her neck, stretching it side to side. A gentle “pop” is heard once she flexes her neck to the left, shaking out her shoulders before standing.

Looking down, Tav realizes she's naked. Embarrassed, she quickly grabs the duvet from the bed and wraps it around her body. “Why am I-”

“You hit your head on the way down,” Jaheira explains. “I had to check if there were any other injuries.” Seeing Tav’s pained expression, Jaheira adds, “No need to worry, there are none. I've also treated you with balms and oils to ward off a concussion.”

Nodding her head toward Jaheira, Tav scans the room until she finds her clothing in a neat pile on the dresser. She walks over to retrieve her garments, dropping the blanket onto the floor to begin stepping into her trousers.

Tav catches Jaheira's gaze in her periphery. Jaheira is studying her intently, looking curiously at the bruise on her neck. Her vision dips lower to the swell of Tav’s breasts, and further still to the unusual softness of her lower belly. Tav dresses hurriedly, feeling uneasy under Jaheira's watchful stare. She secures the embroidered scarf around her neck before searching for her boots.

“Forgive me for prying,” Jaheira says, cutting through the uneasy silence that has befallen the room. “I couldn't help but notice the mark on your neck.” Lips pulling into a smirk, Jaheira asks, “That isn't a gift from the butcher boy, is it?”

With a laugh, Tav bends down to pick up her boots that rest in the corner of the room. “Oh, most certainly not,” comes her answer. Sliding her feet into her boots with a huff, Tav says, “No, this is from…” Her voice drifts off as she thinks of Astarion. How to describe their situation? The question baffles her. “An old flame,” she settles.

“Ah, so you know this boy?” Jaheira inquiries while raising a brow.

Having tied the laces of her boots, Tav returns to the bed. “For some time, actually,” she explains, taking a seat. “We're… trying to rekindle what once was, I think.” An uneasy discomfort spreads throughout her chest.

Jaheira lifts a hand to Tav’s chin, gently turning her head to the side, exposing the marred flesh of her neck from under the scarf. “Is he handsome?” Jaheira asks jovially, her eyes roaming the young woman’s skin.

With a gentle laugh, Tav replies, “Quite.” Her eyes track the older woman's face, holding her chin steady within Jaheira's grasp.

“And how long have you been rekindling what once was, hmm?”

Furrowing her brow, Tav slowly turns her head, fully facing Jaheira. “I beg your pardon?” Tav asks, befuddled. “That's a rather personal question, don't you think?”

A heavy sigh escapes from the druid’s chest as she closes her eyes. Reopening them, Jaheira asks, “When was the last time you bled, little cub?” The hand that was on Tav’s chin now reaches up to tuck hair behind an ear.

Rage swells within Tav at the emboldened line of questioning. Before a response could form on her tongue, realization washes over her. “I-” she stammers, “I could have sworn it was a few weeks ago, but…”

It has indeed been quite some time. Months, in fact. She's been so preoccupied by Astarion's return into her life, the new dynamic they have formed, working on settling back into how things once were…

Tav simply… forgot. Forgot to keep track.

“Oh, Gods,” Tav exclaims, voice cracking as anxiety begins to take root. “Do you think… I could be…?”

“I have reason to believe,” comes Jaheira’s graceful response, compassion evident across her features. “It would only take a few moments to confirm, if you wish.”

Averting Jaheira's watchful gaze, Tav nods her head. Jaheira motions for Tav to lay down atop the bed, Tav hesitantly complying. A strong sense of despair settles over her as she rests against the pillow. Does she even want to know? Probably, as that would be the more responsible thing to do.

Right?

“Close your eyes and relax,” Jaheira says calmly, hands hovering over Tav’s abdomen. A faint green glow emanates from the palms of Jaheira's hands, and she hums softly. Tav closes her eyes and breathes in a cleansing breath, releasing as much tension on exhale as she can.

The room is silent for a few moments, until Jaheira suddenly jerks back. “By Silvanus,” she gasps, mouth falling agape. Eyes wide as she stares into Tav, who is now sitting upright on the bed.

“What is it?” Tav asks, panicked. “Am I..?”

Jaheira's face twists and contorts before finally settling on bewilderment. “You… are,” she confirms, hushed. Tentatively, she questions, “You… refused your father, did you not?”

Bhaal, her accursed paternity. The source of murderous rage and never-ending blood lust that once threatened to consume her. Something she and Astarion bonded over deeply, back then.

“I did,” Tav answers. “Why do you ask?” She studies Jaheira as the older woman falls silent, lips pressing into a thin line. “Jaheira, what is wrong? Tell me!” she demands.

The druid casts her eyes down at the floor. “The child… is unnatural,” Jaheira gasps, sucking in a large breath. “The aura… It goes against every law of nature.” Disbelief sours her expression further as she shakes her head. “It is an abomination.”

Unnatural. Abomination. Jaheira's words repeat in her mind. Tav's breath hitches as truth sinks in, her vision narrowing.

She is with child. An undead child.

Astarion's child.

“No,” Tav cries, “no, you have to be wrong. It's not possible.” Denial floods her chest, heart beating wildly. The fine hairs of her arms stand on end as a wave of nausea rushes over her; she feels sick. And stupid. So incredibly stupid.

Reclaiming her seat on the bed, Jaheira places her hands over Tav’s. “Oh, sweet girl,” Jaheira says, rubbing circles into her skin. Tav physically recoils at the pity laced within her voice. “Did he tell you he couldn't? They all say that, and none ever mean it.”

Tav shakes her head in disagreement. “No, it's… It isn't that,” Tav begins, voice cracking as a sob pushes past her lips. With a huff, she pulls her hands from Jaheira's and throws them into her lap, defeated. “It… it would have happened already…?” She stares into Jaheira’s eyes, searching desperately for a ledge to pull herself up and out of this nightmare.

Jaheira returns her gaze, her hand cupping Tav's jaw tenderly. She tilts her head, eyes full with understanding before asking, “Cub, do you mean to tell me the father is…?”

Her throat feels tight, almost to the point of suffocation. Pressure builds in her head as Tav tries to choke back the string of sobs that threaten to overwhelm her. Her stomach is flipping violently, much like earlier in the day, though she's unsure of what would come up. Her eyes burn as tears begin to roll down her cheeks, and she finally buries her face within Jaheira's chest, giving herself over to acceptance of her current situation.

Jaheira says nothing at first, placing her hands across the young woman's back, mindlessly rubbing up and down. She presses a kiss atop her hair and begins rocking Tav within her arms, all in an effort to comfort the distraught human. “I thought you left him, Tav?” the druid asks, delicately.

Pulling herself from Jaheira's bosom, Tav wipes her tears with the back of a hand. “I did, but he came looking for me a few months ago.” Stupid, she scolds herself. So godsdamned stupid to ever let him back in. Throwing her hands up, Tav says, “What do I do, Jaheira? He can't ever know.”

“No,” agrees Jaheira, rising from her place on the bed, “he absolutely must not.” Walking over to the dresser at the opposite end of the room, Jaheira opens the top drawer and begins rummaging within. Tav sees her retrieve a small midnight blue bottle, closing the drawer before stepping back over to the bed. “Take this,” Jaheira insists, holding out the bottle to Tav.

Raising a hand, Tav hesitantly retrieves the potion. She studies it intently, rotating the bottle within her grasp. “Essence of Moonshade,” Tav reads off the faded label, inquisitively. “What is this?”

Jaheira sits again on the bed next to Tav. “The wife of a tyrant's most trusted confidant,” explains Jaheira, leaning in closer to the younger woman. Raising her hands, Jaheira encloses them around Tav’s and the bottle. Their eyes meet, concern apparent across the druid’s face as she says, “Drink this, and you needn't worry any longer.”

Furrowing her brow, Tav takes a moment to consider Jaheira's instructions. She quickly stands, ripping her hands away from Jaheira as the puzzle begins to align. “Are you asking me to purge this child, Jaheira?” Tav questions, distraught.

The druid woman is silent for some time before weakly nodding her head. “I am giving you a chance to rid yourself of the curse that grows within.”

Tav clenches her fists rapidly as anger swells within her, beginning to boil over. “His seed sprouted in my belly; does that make me wretched, too, Jaheira?” she shouts, utterly bewildered by what the druid is asking her to consider. “Should I also be purged? Punished for my womb being so favorable as to nurture the child of a monster?” she yells, venomously.

“Tav, no-” Jaheira coos, eyes soft as she extends a hand.

But before the druid can continue, Tav begins to weep. Unrestrained sobs pour from her lips as she sinks to her knees, hiding her face in her hands as she screams, “I can't do it, Jaheira!” Wrapping her arms around her torso, Tav begins rocking herself back and forth. Her skin prickles with anxious energy, heat rising throughout her chest. “They're half of me,” Tav tries reasoning, weakly. Tears fall freely from her eyes, though the sobs begin to subside.

At least, until her arms press down over her chest and she winces at the tenderness of her breasts. A reminder that she is, indeed, pregnant. That this is not a dream. She's transported back into the hellish nightmare she sought such desperate momentary relief outside of, the sobs continuing.

Jaheira kneels down next to the young human woman, a gentle hand rubbing her back. “I am sorry, little one,” says Jaheira, mournfully. “To aid you was my only thought.” Jaheira elaborates while raking a hand through Tav’s auburn locks.

With a gentle shake of her head, Tav says, “No, I apologize, Jaheira. You're only trying to help and I'm…” Being ungrateful, she finishes within her mind. Her thoughts are muddled. A multitude of emotions rushes through her like a river after rain. Tav digs her palms into her eyes and rubs, giving her head another shake as her hands drop into her lap.

“Tav, look at me,” states the druid, a hand coming to hold Tav’s chin again. She lifts the young woman’s face to meet her eyes. “I do not fault you for being beguiled by him. I, too, was once a young woman,” Jaheria with an honest laugh. Her expression softens. “Whatever your decision, please know that I am here.” Jaheira gently strokes a thumb over Tav’s chin and adds, “You may always come to me, whenever you feel the need to.”

Warmth begins to radiate from Tav’s core as Jaheira's words settle over her. She feels pressure mounting in her face again, tears imminent, but for a much different reason. “Thank you, Jaheira,” Tav says, wrapping her arms around the other woman’s waist in a tight embrace.

Jaheira raises her arms, bringing them around Tav’s shoulders. “You are a beautiful, intelligent young woman. I trust you will be fine,” she states emphatically, pressing a kiss against Tav’s temple.

The two women separate, Tav wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. Jaheira helps them stand, nodding toward the forgotten bottle on the bed. “Take that home with you,” Jaheira insists. “You still have some time to decide.”

With a quick nod, Tav walks over to the bed and retrieves the bottle, tucking it into the front pocket of her trousers. “I don't know how to thank you,” admits Tav.

“Ah, don't mention it,” replies Jaheira with a wave of her hand. “Now, be on your way. I'm sure you've grown tired of spending time with an elder.”

Tav laughs as she picks her pack up off the floor, situating it upon her back. She exchanges parting pleasantries with the druid as they walk down the stairs, Jhessem and Tate running past them as they reach the door. Tav waves back as she descends onto the streets of the city, Jaheira yelling something unintelligible toward the rambunctious children as she closes the front door.

Taking a deep breath, Tav pulls the dark blue bottle from her pocket and gives it a quick glance over. She shakes it slightly, watching the liquid slosh to and fro within.

The sound of a bird squawking above draws her attention from the potion, and Tav looks up. On the roof of the home across from Jaheira, a black raven sits perched on the gutter. It cries again, twisting its head in various different directions before taking flight. Tav watches the bird fly off, disappearing from view. Strange, she thinks. Tucking the bottle back into her pocket, she begins the trek back home.

—------------------------------------ Atop the tower wall he stands, golden chalice adorned with rubies in hand. The sun is beginning to set over the city, a golden glow illuminating the many alleyways below. The man extends his opposite arm as a raven appears. The bird perches upon his offered ledge, hopping slightly closer to him as it chatters. “Hello, darling. What news of my damia do you bring?” he purrs to the bird. It squawks in response, the bird's head turning rapidly. Bringing the goblet of wine to his lips, Astarion takes a strong sip. “Is that so?” he responds. Licking his lips, he comments darkly, “How very, very interesting.”

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“A Night with the Ascendant:” Chapter 6

Ascended Astarion x F!OC | M this ch | 2.7 K

🎨 by @summerwarlock

Summary: Preparations for festivities in full swing, the Ascendant and his Bride clash. Lumina’s own past begins to surface, and the Ascendant may learn he’s decidedly bit off more than he can chew…

CW: banter, mention of prior abuse

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Lumina stood in the sun, a fact she still struggled to comprehend. Strolling the palace gardens, watching servants and vendors and musicians hurrying in and out of every door made her nervous. And of course there was her promise that she would remain close by and yet not underfoot from the preparations.

Never had she seen the refined effort that went into Astarion’s soirées. The one time she had attended, she arrived in the line of his Spawn, all the hubbub having settled and guests having arrived. Of course, that was the night he turned her… for the second time. From Spawn to Bride.

Now, she rested against the walls of the palace, arms crossed and chin low against her chest as she watched the organized chaos it was to organize such a grand affair.

“Not just any affair…” that velvet voice purred in her mind. “A grand affair for one exalted, beautiful vampiric Bride and her Sire,” he crooned, a caress of his attention stroking down her spine. “For you, all for you,” his words warmed her very blood as it ran undead in her veins. His presence in her mind was no longer tendrils, no longer like the strings of a marionette. It’s… as if his heart beat in her chest, a warmth that grew and expanded at his will, and yet never, ever diminished.

She loved it. And feared it.

A parade of servants carrying crates after crates of brilliant new dining wear… gold encrusted cups and plates of purest silver… she wondered if she would ever hold a simple wooden cup again or have to endure the taste of stale ale just to live…

She wondered why Astarion ever thought an urchin like her was worthy of his magnanimity and princely luxury. Flashes of those visions of his past came to her mind, a reminder that he hadn’t always been so great and powerful. A slave, like her. Abused, like her. A being now remade to be greater than the sum of his sufferings… like her.

Only, her abuser yet sucked air.

Mr. Tanner, she cursed the name, sucking in spit to launch into the ground near her skirts at just the thought of him. A curse on that rat.

“My Consort, such actions are not befitting of your status…”

Astarion had drawn up short, his embroidered and polished shoes just a hair's breadth away from here her spittle landed in the gravel of the path. The look on his pale face was screwed in surprise and displeasure… and yet expectation glinted in his crimson eyes as he found his love.

“Enjoying your ability to read my thoughts, my lord?” Lumina gave a disinterested smile as she walked towards the rose garden.

“I do find it useful, I confess,” he hummed his reply. “How else am I supposed to know what goes on in that pretty little head of yours?” He slunk after her, catching her beneath the arch in the garden wall, that perfect, rakish smirk turned down upon her. One arm staving off further retreat, he leaned down to whisper right against her ear. “You, my dear, have secrets, and I wish to know and love them all,” he rasped. That warm touch trailed up her skirts, resting on the curve of her hip. “I wish to… uncover them… unravel them… and see you come completely undone for me…” he purred into the creases of her ear.

Lumina smirked. “It seems you’re adding in another sort of request, aside from just coming to know my… secrets,” she teased, or tried to. It was a challenge to hold her own against the onslaught of that seductive smirk and hungry, devouring gaze. “B-besides, I know you have secrets, too…”

“More than I care to admit,” Astarion conceded, pressing his body just a little firmer against her, inch by pulse-racing inch.

His heart rapt against her chest, inside and out. That beating pulse racing as he slid a thigh into her skirts, as his head craned lower to inhale her scent as he nuzzled her neck. A chaste little kiss pressed on the right side of her neck, those small, twin scars of her turning tangible beneath his lips. “Tell me one secret, my little light.”

The order made her stomach flip flop, made her mouth taste of cotton and go dry.

“B-B-Balduran Mash is my favorite meal… or it was,” Lumina sputtered out nervously. Astarion jerked his head back in good humored surprise, hand slipping from the wall to brace his stomach. He gave a deep bellied laugh, those eyes squinting shut as he outright chortled. “Oh… oh my dear,” he managed to say in between his bouts of laughter. “You are a rare one, my love.” He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

And Lumina couldn’t help but join in with her own nervous, breathy giggle. “It was something you didn’t know, my Lord. A secret I kept from you.”

“And I’m so pleased you chose to divulge such a juice tidbit,” came his reply, his eyes opening to smile down on her. “I’ll share one back. My favorite meal is still the calamari at the Elfsong, though it was more delicious four centuries ago before…” he trailed off, that all too familiar veil of his shadowed past closing over him again. “Before I became a slave and spawn, before I lost the thrill that came with feeling truly alive and sought to reclaim all the appetites and arousals of man after my Ascension.”

Those memories closed in again, the ones he had kept so carefully guarded and locked away, tighter and tighter as the years passed. As each one of his old companions fell to the dust.

A cool hand cupped his face, and Lumina’s own scarlet eyes blinked up at him. So many silent questions swirled behind their sparkling depths. But she knew better than to push and pry, as if she felt the weight of his suffering. Maybe she did. Maybe she knew more of how to use their mating bond than he gave her credit for. She was clever, well-read, and reckless, he mused as he clasped her hand from his face to kiss it. “There is so much of you I feel as if I already know, my little light,” he whispered. “Barring a few secrets, I sometimes feel as if I’ve known you for centuries as if… you were from …”

The words die in his mouth. Another time. As if you were from that time, of fighting the Absolute and making camp in the Wilds and slaying Cazador and…

“Like calls to like, my Lord,” she whispered. “I often feel the same. If anything, I wish my story had been yours. Vengeance and freedom, independence and friendship. The grand heroics of it all…” She sighed wistfully, looking into the rose garden beyond the wall.

“Tch,” he schooled his face into that proper seductive smirk. “I was no hero, only a Rogue.”

Lumina gave him a wry smile, slipping back towards the palace, where a parade of musicians entered into the grand doors. “Even a Rogue can have valor,” she teased. “I know so, or else you wouldn’t have been a hero of Baldurian legend. Great as Balduran himself.”

That made Astarion snort and chuckle all at once. “Oh, my dear, you have no idea,” he tried to purr, too many deep-chested giggles in his words to sound seductive.

Running a hair through his mussy, long hair, he offered Lumina his arm. “If the minstrels are here, then it’s almost time to present the rarest jewel in my collection, my greatest treasure and Bride, the Lady Lumina.” He dipped a gallant bow, the likes of which Lumina had only read about in her books. Even as her dead heart leaped at the sight, she placed her hand, his warm fingers curling around it as he straightened. “Let’s get you pampered and perfected, my love. You’ll shine even greater at this celebration than ever you did as my spawn. A true light among the dullards of my other creations…”

As they passed the entryway to the cellars… the dormitory of ‘those other creations,’ Lumina chewed her lip. Morana’s warning still echoed in her thoughts. That strange sense of betrayal, or a need for justice, it made her stomach churn and not from hunger. “My Lord, surely your spawn will not be in attendance to… entertain… as we have in the past?”

“Do not ingratiate yourself with them,” he growled, replying without even turning his head. “They are beneath you, my dear. Beneath me. But they serve their purpose as they have for centuries.” Crimson eyes glanced down in the briefest flicker, catching the look of unease… indignant unease on Lumina’s pale face. “It is tradition, expected at my soirées. And my soirées are nothing short of pure hedonism at its finest.”

A chill wafted up her spine as they passed the entrance to the cellars, and it was as if Lumina could feel the heat of a dozen red eyes boring into her, unseen in the darkness.

“Perhaps, my Lord would prefer to merely have the others attend as guests…”

The speed with which his head snapped was preternaturally. “What?” He bit, half bark, half snarl. And all indignant.

Lumina swallowed the lump in her throat as she met his furious gaze.

“Darling,” he purred, that rumble laced with danger, “my spawn want for nothing. They are well fed, protected, and many escaped lives of torment or illness for an eternity of carefree existence under my care. But let me be very… clear. They are still my spawn, and I will do as I please.” Crimson eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. “Is that understood, my beauty?”

Lumina’s gaze dropped, “Yes, Master.” That reply, so common for her full and smiling lips, this time it was laced with a venom Astarion didn’t know she possessed.

It made him draw up short, mid-stride as he was about to continue up to their chambers. “Lumina…” he purred his warning, his face softening into the now more familiar look of openness. “Come here,” he breathed, pulling her into his embrace.

Her face pressed against the elegant stitching of his jacket, and every breath she took was saturated with that cologne of rosemary, bergamot and brandy, that scent she could almost taste, even as a vampire. His voice was hypnotic, filling her mind and ears all at once. “Oh, my little light, let’s not bicker on your special day. Do not fret, my love, about the others. They are my concern, and I’ll ensure you’re well protected from all their spite or jealousy, if Morana is any indication of their tidings. I’ll allow them to feast at will tonight, to do as they please. That should smooth things over nicely.”

He chortled to himself, pulling back and lifting Lumina’s chin by the tip of his finger. “And you, my love, my bride, my darling, you’re going to look radiant sitting on my lap and dancing in my arms alone.”

Fortunately for her, she didn’t need to breathe as Lumina froze. Her eyes fluttered closed quicker than the walls of her pussy as they clenched around nothing. Her lips pursed, longing for his, for the slow, torturous kiss he worked against her mouth. Those warm, familiar fingers clawed under her chin, extending to wrap around her throat, his palm feeling the needy whine that escaped from her mouth. A rolling chuckle tickled her lips as he ran his tongue across her seam, delving in to taste her.

“My love,” he growled, exploring deeper. Lumina’s head spun, her hands gripping into his arms just to keep her feet under her. The slice of his fang into her bottom lip, the coppery taste of her own blood sent her own hunger at a raging pace. “Easy, my light,” he hissed, the briefest of giggles in his throat as he pulled back. The trail of blood from the corner of his mouth called to her, beckoned her to lick it clean.

Astarion let out his own growl of need as her cool tongue bathed the mess. Just one swipe and he smiled down on her. “Careful, unless you want me to gobble you up before the party instead of after the festivities,” he crooned, his tongue darting out to lick his lips clean of her taste.

Lumina backed up a step, willing her body to slide away from the warm, sinewy frame she was so addicted to. “Of course, my Lord,” she whispered, forcing her voice quiet to hide the way she trembled for him.

Not that she could conceal her lust, her affection. They reverberated down their bond, and it thrilled Astarion to the core. Back in his chambers, he let her ready herself with her maids, the door between their rooms open so he could savour the soft sounds of her movements, the little giggles she made as she dressed and had her hair done up.

His heart had beat for centuries already, but those small noises of companionship, the feeling of her presence entwined in his mind….

For the first time in his ancient memory, he let out a contented sigh. He hadn’t felt this warm and happy since… well, since those days. His plush lips turned in a wistful smile as he looked into the mirror on his wall, his steady, dexterous hands rimming his eyes in kohl as he loved to for such celebrations.

If only they all could see him now, perhaps they would be proud. Well, as close to proud as they felt for him and his eccentricities and selfish tendencies. But, he couldn’t help but imagine the soft smile on Halsin’s scarred face to hear he found a companion, the eye roll that Shadowheart would give him as she congratulated him all tongue-in-cheek for his efforts. Wyll would clap him warmly on the back; Gale would enter into some lengthy diatribe, waxing poetically about love and all that nonsense. A dismissive T’chk from Lae’zel and a flesh-burning hug from Karach…

Astarion lost himself for a moment, not hearing Lumina enter until she pressed a hand to his arm.

Then he slowly opened his eyes, meeting her reflection in his mirror. One more gift he bestowed on her as his Bride, all the powers and love of the Ascendant at her disposal. “Little love,” he purred, “whatever could be the matter?”

Lumina bit her lip. “Perhaps, my Lord, this is not the best of times, but you asked after my… secrets earlier.”

He gave a warm half smile, wrapping one arm around her little waist. “I’m all pointy ears, love. Tell me… divulge your secrets to your love.”

Now, she chewed her lip, her single fang jutting out just a little as she worried. “When I was… collected by your servants… I left behind a most wretched life. It was… not unlike your own from before…”

Astarion inhaled sharply, those perfect nostrils flaring on his perfect, aquiline nose. But he kept himself silent, acutely aware of the moment and her own festering anxiety.

“I was kept… indentured by contract to Mr. Tanner and his emporium in the Lower City.” Her voice was quiet, her face crestfallen, as she bared her vulnerable soul to him. “He would sell all manner of things… even… me.” Her hand gripped harder into his arm, eyes closing. And then she felt the warm breadth of his hand cover hers. She found her courage and her breath. “Life was hell and he was my devil,” she hissed.

Astarion squeezed her hand. “And now, my lady, you have a saviour, a lord and master to spoil you as you deserve.” He purred, raising her hand to his smiling lips, caressing her cool, smooth knuckles. “Do not fret, my darling. I’ll protect you. With me, you’ll be flourishing… for I am with you always. I will be watching,” he looked down at her, eyes wide and wet and doting. His deep, silken voice purred into her mind. “I am always watching. You’re safe now, my sweet.”

A placating smile on her berry-red lips, and Lumina let the matter go, letting his hand go as well. But her mind whirred with rage, with an unsated hunger…. She would have blood. Not for her eternal thirst, but for revenge.

😘😘 to @nyx-knox for her reading of the drama (literally)

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