#astarian bg3 smut

[olive-main]

Masterlist

A/N: I FINALLY updated my masterlist - I won’t be listing specific characters since most of them have so many. Of course, I write for the more popular/well-known characters but if you’re unsure don’t be afraid to ask :) As always my DMs are open. (Not just for requests, but to talk about anything related to the fandoms listed!)

Requests: Sometimes I may take a while to answer or post requests. I’m a college student, and work full time. So please bare with me…😔

Key: Fluff (🧸) Smut (💋) Angst (🪦)

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ACOTAR (SJM Universe)

Azriel -

To Love and Let Go (🪦)

Between Us Alone (🪦,🧸)

No Damsels Here (🧸)

Eris Vanserra -

Treasured Yearning (🪦, 🧸)

Fourth Wing

Xaden Riorson -

Healing Through Hurt (🪦, 🧸)

Baldurs Gate 3

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Bucky Barnes -

Two Heads of Hydra (🪦?)

Scars and All (🪦, 🧸)

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Any toxicity or hate towards characters will result in being blocked. Criticism and discussions are welcome, disrespect is not. They’re fictional, and everyone is entitled to their own opinion.

[cozykali]

Heartbeats (Astarion’s POV)

I downloaded Baldur’s gate 3 and immediately feel for this sexy vampire the moment he tackled me to the ground and held a knife to my neck. I’m in act 2 right now (no spoilers!) and the brainrot is BAD. I’ve read some amazing period sex fics involving Astarion but I wanted to craft one from his perspective. Let me know your thoughts!

Master list can be found here!

Pairing: Astarion x fem Tav/reader

Rating: SMUT! NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI

Words: 4700

TW: (this fic is FLITHY), mentions of death and dying, biting (duh), drinking blood, period sex, blood kink, oral (fem receiving), unprotected P in V, kissing, fingers, stalking, multiple Os, passing out, blood-loss, mentions of past torture/trauma, tension, begging, fluffy ending, ‘who did this to you?’,

Notes: Tav and Astarion have been travelling together for a few weeks. No romance scenes have happened yet, but she allows him to feed on her nearly every night. She hasn’t seen his scars yet. Tav is on her period and it’s making her vampire friend go crazy. Tav has feelings for Astarion but hasn’t acted upon them. This story is told from Astarion’s perspective. Tav can be any race or class you want (probably not durge though).

Bonus: Check out this massive playlist I made inspired by Astarion!

The fading fire crackled softly; its once licking flames now reduced to gentle, glowing embers. A thin line of smoke ascends into the damp air that coats the earth in a delicate layer of cool dew.

Astarion lies beside the fire on his bedroll, flat on his back, with his arms slightly splayed at his sides. Most nights, he is grateful that he doesn’t need sleep like his companions do. He can immerse himself in the peaceful sounds of the night, meditate, slow his breath, and calm his mind without slipping into unconsciousness. This ability had saved his life on more than one occasion.

However, tonight is different. Tonight, he wishes for sleep to claim him. He longs to drift away and escape the torment of the spell unknowingly cast upon him by Tav. He turns his head to gaze through the soft light of the fire in her direction.

Tav is laying on her side facing the fire, her mouth slightly open as she emits soft snores barely audible over the crackling flames. But what troubles Astarion tonight is her scent. It wafts through the acrid smoke of the fire like a gentle breeze through a sail, sweet as usual, but it’s currently mixed with blood and musk.

Astarion has been avoiding Tav for the better part of two days now. Whenever she drew near, he held his breath and averted his gaze. He knew he must keep his distance from her, because the alternative would be ripping her apart, which would not win any favors with the rest of the party.

Tav has also been careful around him. She must know that he can sense her menses. Despite inviting him to feed on her each night for nearly two weeks, tonight she did not proposition him, nor the night before. Last night, his attempt to catch a deer had been futile, leaving Tav as his last meal.

Lying on his bedroll, Astarion stares up at the stars, after a seemingly endless eternity for an immortal being, he hears Tav stir slightly. He glances over at her curiously, hoping she doesn’t notice his gaze. She lets out a quiet groan, clutching her lower stomach before curling into a fetal position, her face contorted in pain. Moments later, she slowly starts to rise.

Tav stumbles to fetch a flask of water, guzzling it down greedily. Astarion envies her ease in quenching her thirst while his own thirst rages inside him. Before long, he senses her absence, her scent growing fainter. He debates whether to leave her to sort herself out, but the primal urge to hunt and stalk his prey cannot be ignored.

Rising slowly, Astarion follows her scent through the trees to a nearby stream. His movements are fluid and silent as he approaches her. Tav is kneeling in front of the water, wringing out a blood-soaked cloth.

"Seems such a waste to wash that delicious blood away, darling," Astarion's voice, silky and smooth as velvet, slices through the night like a dagger. Tav lets out a startled squeal, spinning to face him.

"Astarion!" Her voice cracks with surprise as she stumbles back, but his hand shoots out to steady her, his touch cool against the small of her back as he prevents her from falling into the rocky stream.

His gaze is locked onto Tav's eyes, wide with astonishment, her pupils are dilated so only faint rings of color remain around dark voids. With his keen elven senses, he can hear the rapid thrum of her heart beneath her chest. Releasing her gently, Astarion steps back, his posture graceful and poised.

"Sorry, my dear," he says, softening his tone to one less intimidating. "I was merely ensuring no creatures were stalking you in the night as you wandered off. There are far worse dangers in these woods than bears, you know?"

"You mean like you?" Tav's words are sharp, but Astarion detects the faint quiver of her bottom lip.

"I just prevented you from bashing your skull on those wet rocks, and this is the gratitude I receive?" Astarion scoffs.

"I wouldn't have nearly slipped if you hadn't snuck up on me, asshole," Tav retorts, pushing him in the chest, though his feet remain firmly planted.

"Oh, my, you look adorable when you're angry," Astarion can’t help but smirk at her.

Tav lets out a frustrated grunt, attempting to stomp away, but Astarion catches her arm before she can pass him. Confusion clouds her face as she searches for an explanation for his unusual behavior. The facade of his usual sassy indifference had vanished, replaced by a tumult of desire and longing.

"Are you here to bite me?" Tav's voice trembles, strained as if she’s fighting back a scream. "I thought you were better than that. You promised me you wouldn’t feed on me unless I asked you to."

Astarion reaches out and takes the wet cloth from her hand, the hunger gnawing at him like a demon. Shamelessly, he presses it to his face, inhaling deeply. His vision is blurred, his head swimming in the intoxicating scent of her body that lingers on the fabric.

"Astarion, knock it off! You’re freaking me out," Tav snaps, snatching the cloth back and tossing it into the dirt.

"Tav," he whimpers, hating the desperation in his voice. Slowly, he releases her wrist, turning away to pinch his brows in an attempt to ease the splitting headache caused by her overwhelming scent.

"What in the hells is wrong with you?" Tav's voice remains cold, but concern flickers in her eyes as she speaks. She feels sorry for him.

Astarion straightens his stance, clearing his throat. "I apologize that I disturbed you. I’m not thinking straight," he announces before turning to walk back to camp.

"Wait," Tav said, and he freezes.

"I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you. That I haven’t asked you to bite me the past few nights. I know you must know I’m on my period," she admits, her gaze fixed on the ground. "I didn’t know how you felt about it. I can see now that it’s driving you to madness, but I thought ignoring it was the best course of action. It’s embarrassing, really, and I’m having terrible pains in my stomach."

Astarion closes the distance between them in two swift strides.

"It’s hard to see you like this, so crazed with hunger, and I…" Tav's words falter as Astarion gently places his hand under her chin, lifting her face to meet his.

"Shh, Tav, my sweet. You’re going to put me in a second grave," he murmurs.

To his surprise, Tav presses her face into his with a gentle kiss, and Astarion's eyes close as a deep growl rumbles from his chest.

Tav removes her lips, "I’m sorry that was stupid of me to…" but Astarion wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer, pressing her body against his. He kisses her ravenously. His sharp fangs scrape softly on her bottom lip. A sensation of an unraveling overwhelms Astarion as he kisses Tav. It's a mixture of desire, longing, and perhaps even a hint of vulnerability. This feeling is unfamiliar to him, stirring emotions he's long kept buried beneath his cool exterior.

She relaxes in his arms, sinking deeper into his kiss. Her hand reaches up to ruffle his soft white curls while the other slips under his linen shirt, exploring the ridges and lines of his abdomen.

As they momentarily break their kiss, Astarion feels a rush of dizziness. He gently brushes her hair away from her neck and nuzzles into the curve of her shoulder. His tongue traces the faint marks on her skin, remnants of the nightly feedings he's had days prior. Despite the hunger clawing at him, he restrains himself from indulging further.

His hands, trembling with desire, slide down to the hem of Tav's shirt. He breathes against her ear, his voice a husky whisper, "May I?" Without a word, she responds by lifting her arms, granting him permission. In one smooth motion, he pulls the shirt over her head, revealing her skin. Astarion’s hands cup her breasts. The soft sound she emits as his mouth finds her nipple is music to his ears.

"Please, I need to taste you." He pleas between nibbles and licks on her chest. He no longer feels ashamed by his desperation.

"Oh, Astarion." Tav smiles, "You look so pretty when you beg."

“Gods," he groans, then steps back to remove his shirt before kneeling to the ground in front of her, his pale skin glowing in the moonlight. "Tav," his voice is deep and soft, "I beg you." His hands reach out to grab her waist. "Let me taste you." He rests his forehead softly on her bare stomach. She places her hands on his and slides them down, encouraging him to remove her pants. Astarion is nearly trembling with anticipation as he helps her step out of her garments.

"Hold on," she stops him before he rips off her underwear. The bloodied rag that was freshly changed before he found her, was now soiled again with arousal and blood. "Should we find somewhere more comfortable?" She offers him her hand to help him rise back up.

Astarion feels lightheaded for a moment as he returns to his feet. However, as soon as he regains his balance, he scoops Tav up and carries her with remarkable speed to a clearing near the stream, where the ground is more sand than rocks. He lays Tav down on her back. He crawls towards her slowly, until his thigh is pressed firmly against her sex. As he lowers himself to kiss her once more, he gently hooks his other leg under hers and slides it up slowly, allowing her legs to part for him.

"Astarion?" She whispers to him when their kiss breaks, "You can feed on me tonight if you like."

He doesn’t even recognize the deep, feral growl that escapes his throat in response. "I was so hoping you would say that darling."

Astarion kisses his way down Tav’s stomach. She squirms at the feeling of his fangs brushing lightly on her ribs. He catches the waistband of her undergarments between his teeth and slides them down her legs to remove them.

He stops to hover over Tav for a moment now that she’s fully undressed. He savors the look she’s giving him through hooded eyes. Pausing, he appreciates the beauty of her bare skin splayed before him, relishing her scent before he consumes her.

"You’re too good to me, my pretty thing. I don’t deserve this, and I don’t deserve you." Astarion remarks before his head dips between her legs.

Astarion flattens his tongue and licks her once slowly, bottom to top. Tav tastes unbelievable. It still tastes like her blood, metallic and rich, but it’s enhanced with the flavor of her slick arousal, the must of her sweat, the flesh of her womb. If the blood in her veins is his water, his life source, the blood between her legs is like the finest of wines.

The hums and moans that leave Astarion's throat as he devours her are so animalistic, he can hardly hear Tav’s whines. He licks up every drop until she is clean then sticks his tongue deep inside her searching for more. His nose rubs in a side-to-side motion, pressed firmly against her apex, as his tongue explores.

"Oh gods, Astarion!" Tav gasps. He feels a slight sting on his scalp as she grabs a fistful of his silver curls while rocking her hips to match the speed of his tongue.

"I need more," Astarion rasps. His lips close around her bud He slides two slender fingers inside of her and starts pumping them in and out, coaxing out more blood. Her moans fill his ears like a siren’s song, adding to his pleasure. He can feel her insides tightening around his digits.

"Astarion. I…" Tav’s sentence is cut off by a wail of pleasure. He can smell the ecstasy flooding her blood, hear her heart pounding in her chest, and feel her body spasm and quake where he touches her. He doesn’t change the pace of his tongue or hand, dragging out her orgasm until she is panting and spent. He removes his fingers from her to lick them clean like a cat and notices a small trickle of blood leaking out of her.

"You may have just finished, darling, but I am not done yet. Nothing compares to the sound of my name cried from your lips, and I intend to hear it again." Astarion’s face dips back down to clean her folds. The amount of blood he can get from her body is not nearly enough to fill him. He needs to feed soon, a real meal, a pint of blood or more, not just a taste. But it can wait; the taste is too divine to stop.

Astarion hooks his arms under her thighs and flips onto his back, pulling her with him in one smooth motion. He grabs her hips as he forces her to a sitting position on his face, drinking her in. She shrieks and tries to pull away.

"Astarion, I need a minute. It’s too much." He releases his hands and stares up at her face with mid concern while she hovers over him. He tries to imagine how he looks to her right now.

"Can I ask you to be my mirror again, love?" He recalls the evening Tav found him looking at his empty reflection.

She studies him. "Your pretty face is absolutely covered with blood," she states. "Your lips are puffy and swollen. Your skin is thin and pale, paler than usual. Then there are your eyes…" she pauses, "they’re so red right now that they nearly glow in the light of the stars. There is nothing human, or even elf, left in them. They are the eyes of a monster."

Astarion grins wide, displaying his sharp fangs to her, "I am a monster, dear. Now can you please let me get back to consuming my prey?" His tongue extends from his mouth to lap against her swollen sensitive skin.

Tav tilts her head back and moans, exposing the full length of her gorgeous neck. Her back arches as she lowers herself onto his lips. Astarion grumbles in satisfaction when the taste of her dances on his tongue again. He grabs her thighs, in case she decides to pull away again, but instead she lowers onto him more, smothering him. She rocks against him, rubbing herself against his mouth and nose.

His lungs burn slightly, but he doesn’t need to breathe air to survive; it’s just a matter of an unconscious habit from before he turned into a vampire spawn. He needs air in his lungs to be able to speak, and it’s slightly uncomfortable if his lungs go without air for extended periods of time. He represses the memories of torture he had to endure over the centuries, where Cazador would deprive him of air for days just to watch him struggle. Astarion silently scolds himself for focusing on his lungs when his attention should be on the woman on top of him.

Tav bends her back further and places her hand on his waste to steady herself. Her hand brushes against the swollen bulge in his leather pants. His other primal urge is nothing more than an annoyance compared to his crazed lust to feed. But Astarion doesn’t protest when she starts to pet him through his pants as she continues to use his face like a toy. His pants suddenly feel uncomfortably tight.

"Astarion!" His name sounds like a symphony when it exits her body. She collapses forward, cradling his head with her arms. He drinks her in, savoring all his senses. His hands run up and down her bare thighs that seem to burn with heat. She rolls off him and lands in the sandy dirt of the bank, lying flat on her back beside him. They breathe in sync, shallow and hard.

"Tav, I…" Astarion pants, still laying on his back. "I need to feed."

"I know, I told you that you could. It’s not enough, right? Down there I mean. I figured as much. Why didn’t you just go for my neck in the first place? Why starve yourself on tiny mouthfuls when you can just bite me?"

"The taste," he whispers, "It’s addictive. I can’t stop." He swipes a finger between her legs and places the pad of it against his tongue and groans.

"Astarion?" Tav rolls onto her side to gaze into his eyes. She places her hand against the puncture marks on her neck from his fangs. "Bite me."

Astarion rises to his feet. Stars briefly dance across his vision, then fade. He is again reminded of the throbbing of his groin and decides to remove his confining leather pants and exposes himself to her. It seems only fair to be as naked as she is.

Tav’s eyes bulge and her jaw slacks as she stares at him. She props herself up on her elbows and slowly opens her legs to him. The wanting look she gives him is the closest thing he’ll get to a reflection of his own eyes. He waits, tension coiling in his muscles in anticipation as he searches her expression for the words he longs to hear.

"Darling, I am supposed to be the one looking at you like a feast laid before me, but here you are, looking at me like I’m a fresh baked pie. I could practically wipe away your drool." He smirks down at her. His hand lazily strokes his length to tease her.

Tav's lips form the word "Please," her voiceless plea echoing in the quiet night.

"Please what, my pet?" Astarion teases, his voice low and filled with anticipation, as he listens to the rapid rhythm of her heart, quickening like a drumbeat.

"Please. I want you to bite me while you fuck me." Her voice deepens, her eyelids are heavy with lust. Astarion’s stomach flips, and he pounces onto her like a fox catching a mouse.

"Such a filthy little mouth you have." He tuts. While he arranges himself over Tav. It's a familiar position that they have practiced nearly every night since she invited him to feed on her, only this time they are skin to skin. His face lingers over her neck, his breath cools her blazing skin. The tip of his shaft is posed at her entrance. She bucks her hips in response, and he sinks into her partially, then withdrawals.

"You are mine." Astarion whispers into her neck. Pressing his lips to the partially healed wound from his last bite as he enters her again, sinking his entire length into her. Tav cries out in response, but he doesn’t move.

"Astarion, please," She whines. He raises himself onto the palms of his hands to look at her. Her eyes are glossy, tears are forming in the corners.

"Tav, Darling, you look so pretty when you beg." He echoes her earlier words. He wishes he could hold out a little longer to see how far he could tease her until she breaks, but his need to feed is too intense. He starts slowly pumping in and out. Her eyes close and her mouth opens wide in pleasure. She feels amazing, so tight, so soft, so wet with blood and arousal.

Tav places her hands on Astarion’s back and digs her nails in, only to pull away quickly when she feels the bumps of the scars she hasn’t yet seen. She opens her mouth to mention it but he quickly covers it with his blood stained lips. His tongue slips past her lips and moves with the same rhythm of his thrusts. She moans into his mouth as his pace quickens. Then he breaks her kiss to purr into her ear, ‘Do you taste yourself on my lips, beautiful? It’s delicious, isn’t it? You taste divine.’

Tav shivers beneath him and lets out a sob. His lips brush down her neck. Astarion snarls to expose his sharp, elongated canines then grazes them against her throat, ready to strike. His thrusts never stop, slamming into her repeatedly, as he finally sinks his teeth into her neck and sucks her blood.

"Oh fuck, Astarion!" Tav releases a scream and falls apart under him. Shaking and panting while grinding against him. He can taste the electricity of her climax surge through her blood as her heart beats with a steady rhythm, allowing the blood to flow through her veins until it reaches his mouth. Astarion feels a rush stronger than any drug, more enchanting than any spell or potion. Her walls spasm around him, while he slurps against her neck. He sucks her blood with intense force. Pinning her under him. He can’t stop.

After several moments of bliss, he notices she has gone completely still beneath him. It takes all his willpower to unlatch his fangs before he sits up quickly.

"Shit’." A wave of panic washes over Astarion as he inspects Tav. Her skin appears paler, almost gray. Her breaths come slow and shallow, and her heartbeat is faint and stuttering. Without hesitation, he scoops up her limp body and wades into the waist-deep waters of the nearby stream, gently lowering her in. The water feels warm against his skin, though he himself is generally cooler than most creatures. He hopes the temperature doesn’t send her body further into shock.

As he holds her in the water, Astarion's mind races with worst-case scenarios. He imagines having to speak with Withers to revive her, dreading the thought of explaining his actions to the rest of the camp. Tav won’t easily forgive him this time, he fears. He might be cast out or even killed. He curses himself for following her out here in the first place. She was right to avoid him these past few days.

Just as he begins to entertain thoughts of escape, Tav’s soft voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts. "Star?"

Relief floods through him. "Oh, thank the gods, Tav. I’m truly sorry. I got a little carried away." He holds her tighter against his chest, feeling her shiver against him.

"Cold," Tav manages to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Astarion carries her out of the water and gently sets her down in a patch of soft grass. He hurries to gather their scattered clothes, helping her dress into her pants and shirt. He wraps his own rumpled white shirt around her for extra warmth, then puts on his pants before rinsing the remaining blood from his face in the stream.

Returning to her side, Astarion finds her hugging her legs, the color slowly returning to her face. "Let’s get you back to camp near the fire. I’ll wake Shadowheart to see if she can heal you," he suggests, wrapping his arm around her.

Tav turns to him, her voice airy and soft. "No, I think I'll manage until morning." Astarion kisses her forehead as she embraces him, her hands rubbing slow circles on his back.

"Turn around," Tav demands, and he complies, allowing her to view the intricate scars covering his entire back. She traces them with her fingers. "What happened to you?" Her voice carries a tone of pity, and Astarion swallows a lump in his throat.

"It’s a poem," He explains calmly. "Cazador did it to me. He took his time. I don’t know what it says."

"Oh, Astarion, I’m so sorry," Tav responds with compassion that almost irritates him.

"You’re sorry?" Astarion snaps, turning to face her. "I nearly killed you tonight, and you’re sorry?" He immediately regrets the sharpness of his words. "No, Tav, I’m sorry." Pulling her into him, he collapses to the ground, and she lays her head on his bare chest.

‘Astarion, I…’ Tav starts to speak.

"Hush," he interrupts, holding a finger to her lips. "Listen." He tunes into the sounds of the environment around them—the rustling of tree branches in the breeze, the chirping of insects in the reeds, the rushing of water in the nearby stream. But the sound he wants her to hear isn’t external; it’s coming from within him. After several seconds, she jerks her head up from his chest to meet his eyes.

"Did… did I just hear your heart?" Her voice is filled with astonishment. "You have a heartbeat?" Her brows furrow in confusion as she searches his face for answers. "Is that another side effect of the tadpole? Like how you can walk in the sun?"

Astarion smiles at her. "Yes, you heard my heart beating. No, it’s not from the worm in my head. It’s from you, darling."

"What? How?" Tav’s confusion deepens.

‘Well, when I feed, especially if it’s a big meal, my body must circulate the fresh blood throughout it somehow. And in case you weren’t aware, I’ll give you a little anatomy lesson. I need blood in a certain area of the body to give you a performance like I did back there."

She stares at him in shock "So your heart will kickstart when you're full, or horny?"

"In simple terms, yes dear, and I do feel both of those right now. However, it only beats a couple times a minute, not like a living creature. Have you noticed the color return to my skin, and that my temperature is at least five degrees warmer than usual?"

Tav smiles softly as she lays her head back on his chest in silence, waiting to hear a soft thump again. "I can make your heartbeat," she whispers.

"Well Tav, it seems my heart belongs to you now," Astarion sighs. "I’ve never felt anything like that before. I’m practically drunk on you right now. When I told you were my first bite, I meant it and now I can’t imagine drinking the blood of anyone else. Not like I have many options anyways, no one else is exactly offering me their neck." She smacks him softly, and he lets out a chuckle before his face softens with worry.

"I don’t think it’s safe to do that again, though," He grumbles. "I nearly lost you." Tav looks up at him with sadness in her eyes. "I mean I would happily bed you again," Astarion continues, "and I still wish to feed on you if you allow it, once you're replenished, but I think we should keep dinner and sex separate from now on."

Tav scoots up to kiss his neck. Then rises to her knees and straddles him. Her hair forms a halo around her face as she looks down at him.

"What is Withers there for if we don’t use him once and a while. Plus, we have at least ten revival scrolls in the chest at the camp."

His heart beats again, slightly harder than the last time. "Are you giving me permission to suck you dry? You filthy little pup." His hands grab her rear, and he squeezes. "How did I get so lucky? Getting abducted by mind flayers seems to have been the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"I mean, I've never felt anything like that either. When you were draining me of blood, I let it happen, I didn’t want it to stop. I was in a daze as I slipped away. To be clear, I don’t think the others will approve of paying 200 gold coins to Withers, or wasting revival scrolls that could be used during a fight, every time I come to your bed, but if it happens… I trust you to bring me back. I guess my heart belongs to you now too. Since it pumps the blood through me that keeps you alive and thriving."

Astarion inhales deeply. "Well in that case, darling," his hand reaches up to grab her neck and he pulls her head down so her ear touches his lips "I think you're beating me three-nil in climaxes this evening. And I intend to double your score at the very least, and maybe get a point on the board myself before the sun rises." He glances down and notices a blood stain seeping through her pants onto his. He realizes didn't put her underwear back on nor replace her blood rag when he dressed her earlier. "Also, it looks like you might need a little cleaning up again, my love."

END

[citruswriter]

Once Upon a Time, On a Cold and Rainy Night

Astarion x Reader 🧡

Warnings: Angst, fluff, comfort, ascended Astarion, major abuse, abusive husband, afab reader, feminine terms, they/them pronouns, feeding, oral (f receiving), begging, slight degradation, praising (m receiving bc he's a good boy), pet names.

Extended Blurb

Listen with me! ↠ⁿᵉˣᵗ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ↺ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵃᵗ ⊜ ᵖᵃᵘˢᵉ

"What?!" Astarion's voice shrieked, echoing off the castle walls. You stood in front of him, hands balled up into fists and you glared up at him. "You heard me! We're through!" You yelled back before spinning around to grab a bag packed with essentials. "After everything we've been through? After everything I've given you?!" He shouted back, tone giving away just how hurt he was despite his rage. "You've changed! You're not the man I fell in love with!" You screamed back, twirling around to be practically nose to nose with him. You stared up at him defiantly. "After you ascended, you changed. I see so much of Cazador in you now and it scares me. So yes. I'm leaving. The man I loved died in that room with Cazador. You haven't given me shit". You spat, tears beginning to streak down your face. You hated this. Astarion straighten to his full height as he himself struggled to keep his tears in. He wanted to break down, fall to his knees and hold you tight, promising to change. Please. I'm sorry, you're right. Give me a chance to change. Please I'm still so new to this, don't leave me now. Was all he wanted to say, but his pride wouldn't allow him to. He turned his back to you to hide his face as tears slowly began to stream down his face. "Very well," he growled out at last. "But this is very much your loss". And with that, you were gone.

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Life was well for awhile. You struggled for a bit, working multiple jobs to stay afloat. One day you met a man, he was handsome with kind eyes. You two instantly got along and he'd go out of his way to see you at one of your jobs or another. He'd make you laugh, surprise you with flowers, and bring you jewelry. He was gentle and looked at you with such adoration. He reminded you of your Astarion before he ascended. In this man, you found normalcy once again. It wasn't long til you two started seeing each other outside of work. Years passed and eventually the two of you married, having a small wedding with close family, and for you old companions. Minus Astarion, of course.

"(Y/N) can I speak to you?" Gale asked as he pulled you away at your wedding. "What's up?" You asked, beaming with joy but your smile fell as you saw Gale's solemn expression. "I don't know how else to say this but I have a bad feeling about your husband. I know your happy but I just have this... nagging feeling." He said, eyes downcast. You furrowed your brows in worry. You grabbed his hands in your own and smiled softly. "Gale he's a good man". You murmured and Gale squeezed your hands. "I hope your right. Hopefully I'm just being paranoid. You know you're like family to me". He gently said back.

But as you ran through the cold and dark night, rain pelting down on you, you couldn't help but think back. You couldn't believe it. Gale was right. You and your husband had about two years of a beautiful and loving marriage, but it all fell apart one night. He came home drunk and demanded dinner, you joked and asked him to say please, but was met with a fist to your face. Ever since that night, your husband abused you nightly but was loving and doting during the day. Tonight he came home and wanted you to put out. He'd never pushed for such before, which you were grateful for, but it seemed as if he had decided to take his abuse further. Absolutely not. You grabbed your cloak and ran into the cold dark, causing your husband to run after you in a rage. You were soaked to the bone as you ran, twisting and turning down random roads. Wait. You thought all of a sudden. I know this road... I'm on the path to Astarion's castle... It had been seven years since you had seen your old lover. Memories of him rushed back, causing your chest to become tight with heartache. There was a huge possibility that he would turn you away and you'd be dragged back to your hell. But it was a risk you were willing to take.

You sprinted forward, running down the familiar path to his place. It wasn't long before you saw the magnificent building you once called home. Looking around, you heard your husband in the distance. Panicking you ran up the stairs, banging on the doors with both fists, chest heaving with fear.

Inside, Astarion was in his study reading a book. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the sudden banging. Grumbling he stood up and walked over to the front door. Who would even be out in this kind of weather? Imagine his surprise when he opened the door and was hit with his scent. "(Y/N)?" He questioned, too shocked to really be able to process what was going on. "A-Astarion. P-Please you need to help me." You stuttered, shivering as the wind caused the cold to sink into your flesh. "Oh really? And why should I, hm? After all these years, why should I he-" he was cut off by another voice in the distance.

"I swear to god (Y/N)! When I catch you, you fucking ungrateful bitch, I'm going to beat your whore face until your unrecognizable! You stupid cunt!" The rage in your husband's voice caused you to start trembling in fear, sobbing at the closeness of his voice. He was so close... Astarion looked down at your trembling figure and sighed, grabbing your arm as he pulled you in. A yelp left your mouth as you were drug into the warm and cozy building. You stood there, trembling still, as your body readjusted to the new temperature. "You're lucky I still have a soft spot for you, (Y/N). Even after you shattered my poor little heart. I could have left you out there but-" you didn't hear him as you began to dissociate, the realization of what you had just done began to sink in. You ran away. From your husband. And of all people you ran to, you ran to your ex. A blood thirsty vampire with a hunger for power. "So (Y/N)," Astarion saying your name snapped you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to reality, "What do you want?" You would need to show him... He'd need to see...

Shaking, you sighed and undid the string of your cloak. You took a deep breath as you prepared yourself for what you were about to do. Slipping the cloak off and letting it fall to the floor, you looked up at the man you once called your world. Astarion wasn't sure what he was expecting, but as you saw a look of utter horror form on his face, you could tell it wasn't this. Bruises littered your body, fresh and old. One on your collarbone, several on your arms, and hand shaped ones around your wrists. "There's... there's more... elsewhere". You squeaked out, dropping your gaze. Suddenly he rushed forward, gently placing a hand on the small of your back to rush you to the bathroom. He sat you down and began to draw a warm bath for you. He took his time making sure the bath was the right temperature and placing items in the bathroom for you to use. Ointment, lotion, and a silk bathrobe. To be more precise, your old silk bathrobe. The one that had been his favorite to see on you. The corner of your mouth twitched, how cute. "Take a bath. Clean up. Stay in there as long as you need. When you get out, we can pick back up talking. Is that ok, darling?" He asked softly. You looked up at him and his heart almost broke.

You were utterly soaked, hair wet and messy, cheeks still tear stained, eyes empty, body still trembling slightly. He had never seen you look so broken. So... fragile. Fluttering your eyelids softly, you nodded. "Ok", you said softly, voice cracking. His gaze softened. Fuck. What exactly had you gone through in the past seven years? He bent down and went to touch your face but you flinched away in fear, face scrunching up and breathing picking back up as you expected to be hit. In that moment, you reminding him so much of his spawn days. It hurt him so much. Gently, he cradled your jaw, causing your breathing to slow back down. You sighed and leaned into his familiar gentle touch. "Ok darling?" He asked, as if asking for confirmation for his original question. He was making it known that you didn't have to if you weren't comfortable. He wouldn't be surprised. You opened your eyes again and looked at him, eyes not as empty as they were seconds ago. "Mhm. Yes. I'd love to, Astarion". You murmured. He smiled softly at hearing you say his name once more after so many lonely years.

Astarion waited patiently for you as you bathed. His ears twitched as he heard you step out and begin to dry off. When you stepped out, tying the robe tight around your waist, Astarion patted the bed, silently instructing you to sit in front of him. "Come. Let me do your hair". He said gently. You obediently did as you were told, climbing up onto the bed and turning so your back faced him. Crossing your legs you resting your hands in your lap, humming softly as he began to tend to your hair. "What happened?" He began softly and you sighed. "I thought he was a good man..." You started softly. Biting your lip you placed a hand on your chest, taking deep breaths to ground yourself. "When I left, I was alone for awhile. I worked many jobs. Well, one day he just... popped up. He was so nice back then... So wonderful and kind. We started to hang out after work and it wasn't long before I realized that I had fallen in love with him. Months later, he proposed. It was good for awhile. He was still gentle even after the marriage. But I guess he felt like he had trapped me within love because one night he just... stopped. He came home one night and beat me. Our marriage wasn't the same after that. It just got worse and worse. Tonight, I left. I ran. Before long, I realized I was close to your place so... I ran to you. I didn't know if you'd help me. But I was willing to take the risk..." You trailed off.

Astarion stopped his actions, thinking on his words before answering. "You ran to me? But... you said I wasn't the man you once loved... You said he had died". You bit your lip, staring off into the distance. "True... but even you wouldn't have sunken that low. He did all the things to me that you would never dare do". You said, voice cracking. Astarion hummed in response. "You know," you said with a soft, bitter laugh, "I used to tell him about the things Cazador did to you." You said. Astarion winced, old memories briefly flaring up. "Nothing too detailed. But I guess I gave him enough details to inspire him..." You said, voice shaking as you untied the sash of your robe. Your chest felt tight as you pushed it off your shoulders, revealing scarred writing on your back. Astarion almost cried out in horror as he saw the carvings on your back. His hands trembled as he brushed his fingertips against the words. "I'm so sorry..." He whispered, voice cracking. You shrugged your shoulders before pulling the robe back up. "Not that big of a deal. It's been there for the past four years". You said casually

The two of you sat in silence for a few moments as he continued to finish his task of doing your hair. "There. All done, my treasure." He said softly before he could stop himself. He stiffened as he noticed you raise your head, eyes slightly widened at his words. Turning your head, you stared up and into his eyes. His eyes were always so gorgeous... They were still the same shade of ruby red. They never failed to capture you and draw you in. "Astarion?" You said, voice soft and filled with adoration. He swore he felt his dead heart skip a beat. You began to lift a hand, reaching for his face, his eyes flickered to your hand before going back to gaze into your beautiful eyes. He held his breath as he saw the uncertainty and want swirling in your gaze. Please. Please touch me. He thought. He bit back a whine of desperation when you dropped your hand back down. No, no, no. Don't shut down on me. He thought as you went to turn your head away.

Before he could stop himself, he grabbed your face and kissed you. Despite your previous hesitation, you instantly responded to his desperate hunger. Tears began to streak down your cheeks as your emotions became too much to bear. "I'm so sorry, Astarion. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for leaving." You said between kisses. "Shhhhh. Shhhh. It's ok, little love. Forget about the past," he breathed back. You slipped your hands to wrap around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair and pulling gently. A growl left Astarion as he suddenly grabbed you and maneuvered you to be sitting on his lap, legs straddling him. He clutched you close, nails digging into your flesh causing you to whine softly. "Astarion..." You moaned out his name and he pulled back. You attempted to chase him, leaning forward but he gripped your jaw and chuckled. "Look at you," he purred, "barely back for half a day and you're already moaning out my name again." You whine in embarrassment and bury your face in his chest, causing him to chuckle again.

Dropping his head, he drug his fangs against your neck, causing you to shudder and grip onto him. "Say your mine," he growled out. "Say you'll never leave me again." Your breath hitched you felt his nails dig into your bare thighs, heat rising in your core. "I'm yours Astarion. I'll never leave again. Nobody else has my heart," you cooed into his ear, causing it to twitch. Without warning, he picked you up and tossed you onto the bed. You squealed, back hitting the soft bed you shared with him years before. You immediately propped yourself up, looking wide eyed at Astarion. "Good girl." He said, tone possessive. Your breath picked up as he crawled over to you. This man was a predator, and he planned to eat you whole.

Hands skimming up your body, he scratched all your pleasure spots. He noticed how you squirmed and sighed against his touch, how your body practically sang for him. "Seems like even after all these years," he untied the robe and gently spread it open, hand skimming over your abdomen and breasts, "I still know your body like the back of my hand, darling". You hummed and rubbed your thighs together, an action he immediately noticed. Not like he needed to, he could smell your arousal. It doused his senses like sweet honey. Unable to help himself, he dove between your legs, tongue immediately on your hot core. You yelped at the sudden contact but made no move to pull away. In fact you gripped the blankets and carefully slid your legs over his shoulders, giving him permission to wrap his arms around them and grip them. You moaned and arched as he hit all the good spots like he used to do. You swore, it was as if the two of you hadn't even spent a night apart. The map to your body seemingly still freshly carved into his mind, it both scared and excited you. It wasn't long before Astarion grew bored of eating you out and instead decided to move to different territory. Kissing up your body, you shuddered whenever his fangs would accidentally brushed up against your skin. You pulled him up and kissed him before tugging at his clothes. You wanted skin to skin contact. He laughed softly at your desperation but obliged, shedding his clothes off before pressing his body back against yours, causing you to shiver in delight.

"Please," he begged as he bowed his head back at your neck. "Please, my love". You looked down into those puppy dog eyes of his. It had been so long. He just wanted a taste. He just wanted you. Your essence. You. Biting your lip, you nodded and moved your head to give him access. A hand came up to cradle the opposite side of your face before he sank his fangs in, greedily feeding upon you. You whined at the pain but leaned your head back and let him take his feast regardless. He skimmed his hands up your thighs, making you lift your hips in content slightly without thinking. You winced as Astarion seemed to dig his fangs in deeper, oh how he had missed the divine taste of your blood. He grabbed the plush of your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, jerking you towards him and grinding his erection against you. You cried out in unexpected pleasure. The mixture of the pain at your neck and the pleasure at your core intoxicated you, driving you absolutely feral. "A-Astarion! Astarion ple- fuck. Please." You began sputtering. The vampire lord pulled back, looking at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Oh how he loved it when you begged. "I haven't fucked you in years and the moment my dick touches you, you're already a sputtering and begging mess. My, my. You haven't changed at all. Still hungry for my cock. Did you ever beg for your husband's cock?" He teased, tone taunting. Say I'm better. He was silently saying. Sheepishly you shook your head no. "Ah ah. You know better, pet. Speak." You whined and he gripped your jaw, "I said speak, pet".

"N-No. No Astarion. I never begged for my husband's cock." You finally stutter out, embarrassment written across your face. The vampire smirked, rubbing his length across your core to gather your slick, making you squirm. "Did he ever please you, my love? Did he ever make you feel stuffed full like I did?" He questioned. "He did please me. But not like you did." You breathed out, biting your lip as Astarion teased you with the tip. "Oh so you're saying I'm better?" He asked, ego obviously inflated. You laughed softly. "Absolutely, my dear. So much better. So, so much better. Fuck. Nobody could fuck me like you do, Astarion. Shit. Astarion, please!" You begged, practically crying. Astarion couldn't help but proudly bask in your praise for a moment before swiftly stuffing you full. You cried out in relieved pleasure. Astarion had intended to tease you, stay hilted in you until it drove you crazy. But the way clenched onto him for the first time in forever made him feral. He wasted no time setting a brutal pace, drawing out a string of noises from pretty lips. Pulling you close, he smashed his lips against yours in a hungry kiss, bruising your already flushed lips. Clawing at his back you left angry red lines on his pale flesh. "Oh you wanna play that game?" He quipped. Without warning he clawed at your flesh. He drug his nails across your back, ribs, stomach, hips, and thighs. You wailed in pleasurable pain, leaving Astarion to grin down at you sadistically.

Wanting to get back at him, you pulled him back down to your level, kissing him so tenderly and gently before looking up at his adoringly at him, "I love you so much, pretty boy". Astarion moaned and his hips stuttered their brutal strokes. "Fuck, darling. You can't just pull that on me. Fuck I love you too," he whined out, burying his now flushed face into your neck. You laughed out but it was cut short with a sharp thrust up into that oh so lovely spot within your plush walls, causing you to scream out instead and grip onto him. He moaned into your ear as he felt you clench onto him tightly. "Fuck you're so tight, darling". He groaned before continuing to abuse your g-spot. You cried out as he continued to turn you into his cock drunk whore, babbling about how good he felt and how well he was fucking you. It wasn't long before he felt his orgasm coming onto the rise. Moans getting louder, he dropped a hand to rub at your pearl. You jerked and wailed out, becoming overstimulated as he continued to abuse your pussy however he saw fit. Arching as a knot formed in your stomach you babbled out, trying to warn him but you were so far gone that all that came out was a few stuttered letters. "Shhh shhh. I know. Cum with me, pretty please," he breathed out, practically making you melt at his little pretty please. You nodded, chest heaving as you did your best to breath, beaded sweat falling over your silky flesh.

Astarion's movements began to get sloppy the closer his orgasm came. Panting he wrapped an under your back to bring your warm body closer to his. "Now," was all he whispered in your ear and suddenly your orgasm crashed over you. You momentarily stopped breathing as it ran it's course through your body and blinded you. A string of curses left his mouth as he plunged as deep as he could, tip kissing your cervix as he spewed his seed into you, moaning as he felt your walls flutter around his dick. Taking a moment to breathe, he stared down at your figure and in that moment you looked utterly divine to him. "You are just... so beautiful". He said, practically swooning before pulling out and crashing beside you. You smiled and rolled over onto your side. "I've missed you," you cooed, making him turn to look at you with his sappy puppy dog eyes. "I've missed you too. I'm so happy you're back, darling. I love you so much," he said, drawing you close to him. You tilted your head up, nuzzling into his neck as you allowed him to hold you in a possessive grip. "You're mine. All mine. And I'll make sure nobody ever hurts you again." In the back of your mind, a little voice screamed at you. Telling you that you needed to run. Astarion was still a walking red flag, it didn't matter how tenderly he treated you or how much he loved you. You need to run. RUN! But as you laid there in his embrace, you ignored the screaming of the tiny voice, instead choosing to snuggle in closer and fall asleep. You'd never leave again. So what if he did some (not so) mildly evil things? He did genuinely love you. He was always a sweetheart to you, even if others had no chance at receiving mercy from him. You'd never leave him again. Because the last time you did, it was very much your loss.

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✨Bonus✨

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Your ex-husband screamed at you, spit flying from his mouth as you packed your belongings, Astarion and Gale close by so he wouldn't try anything. "I told you he was bad news," Gale said with a grown, to me full of distain. You laughed and looked at him with a playfully annoyed grin, "Guess I should've listened to the magic man, huh?" You giggled, causing your ex-husband to stutter before continuing his screaming fit. "Dear you're giving me a migraine," you spat, whipping around to stare at the man behind you. "Well maybe if you- wait. What the fuck is that on your neck?!" He screamed, glaring at the deep fang marks on your neck. "Did you let that fucking bastard turn you into a goddamn spawn?!" He screeched, causing Gale to rub his temples. You growled and glared back, "As a matter of fact, I did! Not that it's any of your fucking business!" You yelled back. "Why you little fucking bi-" "Keep talking, I fucking dare you," Astarion cut off the man. He glared at the vampire lord but his masked fear was still very obvious to him. "I'm finished. Boys, can you help me?" You asked, both men barging past your ex to help you pick up your things. Gale used his magic to carry the two chests stuffed with clothes while Astarion effortlessly picked up some boxes filled with dishes you absolutely insisted on bringing. Picking up a bag you pushed your way past your ex-husband who was still having a screaming tantrum. As soon as his house was out of view, you let out a shaky breath. "Fuck that was terrifying," You squeaked out. "Well you're safe now. Even if it is with a murderous ascended vampire," Gale said, tossing a teasing grin Astarion's way. He scrunched up his face in annoyance but you could both tell that he wasn't actually mad. As the two of you set your things down and bid farewell to Gale, Astarion turned to you with a mischievous grin. "My spawn, huh?" He taunted and you rolled your eyes. "Oh shut the fuck up," you instantly replied. The vampire pulled you into his arms, his hands resting contently on your hips. "Embarrassed, my pretty consort?" He teased, causing you to groan and lightly smack his chest. "I think Mrs. Ancunin would be a lovely nickname," he purred, but despite his teasing demeanor, you could tell he meant it. "I think you'd look ravishing in white". He murmured as he leaned in, lips brushing yours. "Well you do have quite the sense of fashion," you muttered back, smoothing out his collar. "I think 'Astarion's Wife' has a nice ring to it..." You breathed, his eyes snapping up to yours. With a mischievous grin he picked you up and whisked you away. "Then I guess you better start wedding planning, because tonight I plan to make your little lie, a truth".

Awah! My latest masterpiece! When I tell you this took almost two whole days to write this, omfg. Poured my heart and soul into this thing. Please like it. 🥹

[everyones-fangirl]

Delectable Little Pet

Warnings: 18+ This will be about after ascension Astarion so expect some extreme dark romance and future triggers. Male Masturbation. Stalking.

Word Count: 4,182

Chapter 3

Astarion

The streets were slick with fresh rain, and mud filled the spaces between the rundown cobblestones. I couldn't help the disgusted scowl that took over my face as I stepped over an especially large and foul-smelling puddle. The air was heavy with the mingled scents of wet earth and decay. Another night, another hunt for my captor, Cazador. What once might have felt like a hunt now felt like an unending chore. The challenge had long since faded, replaced by a monotonous routine. The most difficult part of my task was finding a fresh place my fellow brothers and sisters hadn't already prowled.

Tonight, I found myself wandering into an area I hadn't hunted in for a while. The unfamiliarity brought a faint spark of interest as I shrugged my shoulders and approached a tavern. Its windows glowed warmly, casting light onto the wet street like a beacon. From several paces away, I could already hear the lively sounds of conversation and music. Over the years, I had mastered the art of remaining unseen until I chose otherwise. This night was no different. I slipped through the door and made my way to a vacant table, which was rarer to find than I had expected. The warmth inside was a stark contrast to the cold dampness outside, but it did little to ease the chill in my bones.

I let my eyes rake through the bar crowd, my disgusted expression never faltering. The patrons were a motley assortment—merchants, laborers, and travelers—all oblivious to the predator in their midst. Failure was not an option. I had honed my skills to perfection, using words and charm to lure my prey. Over time, I had learned to read people, to understand their desires and weaknesses. I hadn't been refused, not once. As my gaze scanned the room, I calculated my approach. The more attractive Cazador deemed my victims, the more he rewarded me, which often meant a slightly less repugnant meal—a fatter rat instead of the usual scraps. The prospect of that meager reward drove me forward, a grim determination settling over me.

I noted a group of young women near the hearth, their laughter rising above the din. One in particular caught my eye—a redhead with a playful smile and an easy grace. She would do nicely. But as I observed her, another figure drew my attention. Sitting a bit apart, a wood elf with an air of quiet melancholy. She was stunning in a raw, unpolished way, her beauty striking and otherworldly. Cassara, as I would soon learn her name, possessed an ethereal quality that set her apart from the tavern’s usual patrons. Her skin was pale, with an almost translucent shimmer that took on a subtle green hue under the flickering lantern light. It was as if she carried a piece of the forest with her, a living connection to the natural magic of her heritage. Her figure was a delicate balance of strength and grace, curvy yet slender, moving with the effortless elegance of her kind.

Her hair, a deep, rich brown, fell in thick waves down her back, catching the light and hinting at the wild, untamed nature of her spirit. It framed a face that was both delicate and striking—high cheekbones, a slender nose, and full lips that seemed perpetually tinged with a hint of sadness. But it was her eyes that captivated me the most. Light green and luminous, they held a depth of emotion and a potent magical energy that seemed to pulse around her, adding to her enigmatic allure. Yet they also seemed to be haunted by shadows that mirrored my own. She wore a simple dress, the fabric torn and worn from travel, yet it did little to diminish her beauty. The dress clung to her in places, hinting at the curves beneath, while the rips and tears suggested a recent struggle, adding a layer of vulnerability to her appearance. Despite her disheveled state, there was an undeniable aura of power about her, a latent energy that seemed ready to burst forth at any moment.

My lips curled into a predatory smile. The redhead would be an easy mark, but Cassara—there was something about her, something intriguing. The challenge she presented reignited a spark of interest within me. I stood, smoothing my cloak, and moved towards her table, weaving through the crowd with practiced ease. As I approached, the sounds of the tavern seemed to fade, the world narrowing to the space between us. Cassara looked up, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. I sat down across from her without invitation, my movements fluid and deliberate.

"Good evening," I said, my voice a smooth, honeyed tone that had lured many before her. "You look like someone with a story to tell. May I join you?"

She hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. I leaned in slightly, maintaining eye contact, letting the allure of my presence work its magic. Her light green eyes, though wary, held an undeniable curiosity. After a moment that felt like an eternity, she nodded slowly, and I settled into the seat across from her, a sense of satisfaction curling in my chest. The hunt had begun, and I was ready to play my part. At this angle, I could see the light dusting of freckles that powdered her nose and cheeks, a delicate constellation that added to her ethereal beauty. Her glare toward me only deepened as I stared, her eyes narrowing slightly, but there was an innocence in the way she held herself that stirred something dark within me. It made me want to hide her away, to keep her purity and fire all to myself. The fire that lit up those beautiful green eyes burned bright, and I could already tell she would be a feisty one. The thought of breaking her, of watching her come completely undone, sent a thrill through me. How I wondered how her beautiful lips would look trembling? How long would she pretend to fight me off? The anticipation was intoxicating.

“Don’t mind my friend; she has trust issues. I’m Caty, and this is Cassara.” The redhead smiled at me, leaning in with a familiarity that was almost charming. “Did you come to see us perform?”

Her voice broke the spell, and I shifted my gaze to Caty, acknowledging her with a polite nod. “Indeed,” I lied smoothly. “Your music drew me in from the street. You both have quite the talent.”

Caty beamed at the compliment, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Thank you! It’s always nice to have appreciative listeners.” She glanced at Cassara, who remained guarded, her posture stiff and unyielding.

I turned my attention back to Cassara, my gaze softening as I tried to draw her out. “You have a remarkable presence on stage,” I said, my voice low and sincere. “It’s clear you put your heart into your music.”

She blinked, surprise flickering across her features before she masked it with a cool indifference. “Thank you,” she replied, her tone clipped. “But I’ve learned not to trust flattery.”

Her response only intrigued me further. “A wise approach,” I conceded, leaning back in my chair. “But I assure you, my interest is genuine. I’ve traveled far and seen many performers, but few have captivated me as you did tonight.”

Cassara’s eyes softened slightly at my words, but the wariness remained. It was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless. I would bide my time, coaxing her trust out bit by bit, until she was completely ensnared. As Caty and I continued to chat, I kept stealing glances at Cassara, noting every detail. Despite my presence, she couldn't help but giggle at her friend's jokes. Each laugh was a musical sound, and every time she did so, her nose would scrunch up while her eyes closed and her head tilted back, revealing a small dimple on her right cheek if you looked closely enough. Her laughter was infectious, and it lit up the room around her. She was warm. She was light. She was everything I missed being. It enraged me. Her vitality was a glaring reminder of my own lost humanity. I felt a surge of anger, a deep-seated bitterness that twisted in my gut. I wanted to be the reason that light faded, to see her vibrant spirit dim under my influence.

As we continued our conversation, I maintained my outward composure, masking my darker thoughts behind a charming facade. Caty was a delightfully easy distraction, her enthusiasm and friendliness a perfect cover for my true intentions. But my focus never wavered from Cassara. I observed her closely, noting how her eyes sparkled with unguarded joy whenever she laughed, the way she absentmindedly twirled a lock of her thick, dark brown hair around her finger, the subtle shift in her posture when she relaxed in her friend's company. Each of these details added to my growing obsession. Her innocence and warmth were like a beacon, drawing me in despite the darkness within me. The more I watched her, the more I wanted to possess her, to extinguish that light and replace it with something darker, something that reflected the void within me.

Caty’s laughter and chatter filled the space between us, a constant stream of words and stories. I played my part well, nodding and smiling in all the right places, but my mind was focused on the task at hand. Cassara remained guarded, her responses to me polite but distant. It only fueled my determination. As the night wore on, I could see Cassara beginning to relax, her initial wariness giving way to a tentative curiosity. She listened intently to Caty and occasionally glanced my way, her light green eyes filled with questions she wasn't yet ready to ask. It was a delicate dance, this slow erosion of her defenses, and I savored every moment of it. Underneath my composed exterior, the rage simmered. Her very existence was an affront to my own, a stark reminder of what I had lost. The desire to break her, to see her crumble under the weight of my influence, was a dark, insidious force that drove me forward. I would be patient. I would be methodical. And when the time was right, I would strike. Until then, I would savor the hunt, the slow unraveling of her trust, the gradual dimming of her light.

Unable to resist, I leaned forward, my voice dropping to a smooth, seductive tone. “You have a beautiful laugh, Cassara. It’s like music in itself.”

Cassara’s eyes flicked to mine, the wariness returning full force. “Thank you,” she replied stiffly, her smile fading as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She clearly wasn’t charmed by my forwardness, but that only made the game more intriguing.

Caty, oblivious to the tension, beamed at my compliment. “Isn’t she wonderful? Cassara has had that effect on people since I met her.”

“I can see why,” I said, my gaze lingering on Cassara. “A woman as captivating as you must have many admirers.”

Cassara’s eyes narrowed slightly, her discomfort palpable. “I’m not interested in admirers,” she said coolly, her tone leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Undeterred, I flashed her a charming smile. “Perhaps you just haven’t met the right one yet.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she looked away, focusing her attention back on Caty. “I think we were talking about the performance,” she said pointedly, trying to steer the conversation back to safer territory.

Caty, ever the peacemaker, laughed lightly. “Yes, of course. Astarion, were you really drawn in by our music? It’s always nice to hear that we’re making an impact.”

I nodded, though my eyes remained on Cassara. “Absolutely. It was mesmerizing. Like I said I’ve traveled far and wide, and rarely have I heard such talent.” Cassara’s shoulders tensed at my persistent gaze, her discomfort growing more evident. It was clear she wasn’t going to be easily won over, and that only fueled my desire to break through her defenses.

“Your voice, Cassara,” I continued, ignoring her clear attempts to disengage. “It has a haunting quality, like the whispers of the forest at dusk. Have you been singing long?”

She met my eyes with a steely resolve. “Since I was a child for spells and lullabies is all,” she answered curtly. “But I don’t think that’s any of your concern.”

Her bluntness was refreshing, a stark contrast to the usual simpering responses I received. It made the hunt all the more thrilling. “I beg to differ,” I replied smoothly. “A talent like yours is worth knowing more about. There’s a depth to you that’s intriguing.”

Cassara’s expression hardened, and she looked at Caty, silently pleading for help. “Caty, perhaps we should call it a night,” she suggested, her voice tight. “It’s been a long day, and I’m sure we’ll have more opportunities to talk.”

“Leaving so soon?” The voice that rushed from my panicked lips was hardly recognizable as my own. I audibly cleared my throat before composing myself and leaning in toward the two girls. I gave them my best smolder, deploying my charm that had never failed me. “There’s actually a party in the mansion by the central wall. There will be a lot of musicians there,” I lied through my smiling teeth. The effect I was aiming for was immediately visible in Caty’s glazed-over eyes.

Her hand went right to my forearm, and she giggled. “You mean we could get more jobs?” Her face lit up as she looked at Cassara with excitement. “We could be famous!”

I smiled, nodding my head. “Exactly, and you two will by far be the best ones there.” A part of me almost didn’t want to hand Cassara over to Cazador. I longed to break her myself, to watch her spirit crumble under my touch, but that was impossible while I remained under Cazador’s thrall.

Cassara took Caty’s hand from my arm, and I looked at her in confusion. Her eyes were completely clear, my charm failing to sway her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Caty.” She pulled gently at her friend’s arm to draw her attention away from me. Shock turned to anger swiftly, and my fists clenched as I struggled to regain my composure. No one had ever told me no before. Cassara’s defiance intrigued and enraged me in equal measure. Her strength only made my desire to break her more intense. She was a puzzle I was determined to solve, a challenge unlike any I had faced.

Caty pouted, looking between Cassara and me. “But Cassara, it’s a chance we might not get again. Think about the exposure, the opportunities!”

Cassara’s grip on Caty’s hand tightened. “We don’t even know this man, Caty. We’ve been through enough to know better than to trust a stranger’s word. Let’s not rush into something we might regret.”

I could feel my temper rising, but I forced a smile, masking my frustration. “I understand your hesitation,” I said smoothly. “Perhaps another time, then. I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Caty’s shoulders slumped, disappointment evident on her face. “I guess you’re right, Cassara. We should be careful.” She glanced back at me, offering a half-hearted smile. “Maybe next time.”

I nodded, standing up from the table. “Of course. I’ll be around if you change your mind.” I held Cassara’s gaze for a moment longer, silently promising that this wasn’t over. Her resistance only made the hunt more thrilling.

As I turned to leave, I could feel her eyes on me, a mixture of wariness and curiosity. She had won this round, but I had time. I would find another way to get close to her, to break through her defenses. She wouldn’t be able to resist forever. Walking out into the slick, rain-soaked streets, I vowed to myself that I would see Cassara again. Her spirit was too bright, too pure, to be left untouched. I would be the one to dim that light, to make her mine. For now, I would retreat, plan my next move, and wait for the perfect moment to strike. Cassara had no idea what was coming, but she would learn soon enough. No one defied me and got away with it.

Cassara’s defiance would be her undoing, and I couldn’t wait to see the moment her resolve crumbled under the weight of my relentless pursuit. The whole interaction left my heart racing with excitement; it had been so long—too long. The thrill of the hunt, the intoxicating mix of defiance and innocence in Cassara’s eyes, stirred something primal within me. I could feel my cock twitch in my trousers, and a low, frustrated groan escaped my lips. The desire to grip myself in my hand and pump to the thought of her was overwhelming, but I had work to do. Cazador still needed me to bring him someone to eat.

Biting down my desire, I pushed through the dark streets, my senses heightened. The rain-soaked cobblestones glistened under the dim streetlights, the scent of wet earth mingling with the distant sounds of the city nightlife. The glow from the tavern faded behind me, replaced by the shadows of alleyways and the soft murmurs of the few remaining night dwellers. Every step felt like a chore now, the thrill of the chase for my master’s victims dulled in comparison to the fire that Cassara had ignited in me. Yet, I knew failure was not an option. Cazador’s wrath was a fate far worse than the endless hunger that gnawed at my insides.

I slipped into the shadows, my presence unnoticed by the few passersby. My eyes scanned the streets for an easy target, someone who wouldn’t be missed. A lone figure stumbled out of a nearby tavern, reeking of alcohol and desperation. Perfect.

Silently, I moved closer, my steps soundless on the slick pavement. The man was barely aware of his surroundings, making him an easy mark. As I approached, my fangs ached in anticipation, the hunger clawing at my insides demanding satisfaction. But I resisted the urge to drink, knowing my master’s needs came first. In one swift motion, I had him pinned against the wall, his startled gasp cut short as I gripped his neck. The man struggled weakly, his eyes wide with terror. “Please…” he whimpered, but I paid him no mind. He was nothing more than a tool to appease Cazador. Using a bit of rope I kept hidden in my cloak, I bound his hands behind his back and hoisted him over my shoulder. The weight was negligible; I had carried heavier burdens before. Making my way through the winding streets, the rain began to fall again in a soft, persistent drizzle. It was a fitting backdrop for the dark deeds I was about to commit.

Cazador's castle loomed over the darkened landscape like a sinister sentinel, its imposing structure a testament to both ancient craftsmanship and malevolent intent. The edifice, built from blackened stone that seemed to absorb the very light around it, rose high into the sky, its towers piercing the heavens like jagged teeth. As one approached, the atmosphere grew thick with an unnatural chill, the air tinged with the faint scent of decay and despair. The castle's exterior was adorned with grotesque gargoyles and intricate carvings depicting scenes of torment and suffering, their twisted forms casting eerie shadows in the moonlight. The main entrance was a massive set of double doors, forged from dark iron and reinforced with thick wooden beams. Intricate, arcane runes were etched into the metal, glowing faintly with a malevolent light, a warning to any who dared to cross the threshold uninvited. As the doors creaked open, they revealed a grand hall, the walls lined with ancient tapestries and flickering torches that cast long, dancing shadows across the cold, stone floor.

Inside, the castle was a labyrinth of corridors and chambers, each more foreboding than the last. The air was thick with the scent of dust and old blood, a grim reminder of the countless lives that had been claimed within these walls. The main hall, with its high, vaulted ceiling and grand chandelier made from the bones of long-dead creatures, was the heart of the castle. Here, Cazador held court, his dark throne perched atop a dais, draped in luxurious, blood-red velvet. The throne room itself was an opulent display of Cazador's power and cruelty. The walls were lined with portraits of himself, their eyes seemingly following anyone who dared to enter. A large, ornate fireplace dominated one side of the room, its flames casting a hellish glow that danced across the polished marble floor. The flickering light illuminated Cazador's throne, a twisted masterpiece of dark artistry, adorned with the skulls of those who had defied him. Beyond the throne room lay the castle's dungeons, a warren of damp, dark cells where the unfortunate souls captured by Cazador's thralls awaited their grim fate. The air here was suffused with the stench of fear and decay, the walls slick with moisture and stained with the blood of countless victims. The distant sounds of tortured screams and the clanking of chains echoed through the corridors, a chilling symphony of suffering that never ceased.

Above the dungeons, the castle's towers reached high into the sky, their narrow windows offering glimpses of the landscape below. These towers housed Cazador's personal chambers and his extensive library, filled with tomes of forbidden knowledge and arcane secrets. The library was a place of eerie silence, the only sound the rustle of ancient pages and the occasional drip of water from the leaky ceiling. Cazador's castle was more than just a fortress; it was a living entity, imbued with the malevolent essence of its master. Every stone, every shadow seemed to whisper of the darkness that resided within, a constant reminder of the evil that lurked behind its walls. For those unfortunate enough to be drawn into its depths, escape was a distant dream, overshadowed by the all-consuming presence of Cazador and the horrors he wrought.

The corridors were dimly lit, the air thick with the oppressive presence of Cazador. I made my way to the lower chambers, where my master awaited his next meal. Cazador’s eyes gleamed with anticipation as I entered the room, the man still draped over my shoulder. “Another one for you, master,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Cazador inspected the man, a cruel smile spreading across his face. “Well done, Astarion,” he said, his voice a silken purr. “You continue to serve me well.”

I nodded, the praise feeling hollow. My thoughts were still consumed by Cassara, by the plans I would lay to ensnare her. Tonight was just the beginning. As Cazador began his feast, I slipped away, retreating to my quarters. The rain continued to patter against the windows, a soothing rhythm that belied the darkness of my thoughts. Cassara had become an obsession, a target I was determined to break.

No one defied me and got away with it.

Lying down on the bed, the mattress yielding just enough to cradle my weary body, I let my thoughts drift back to her. Cassara's defiance, her beauty, the way she had resisted my charm—it all fueled my desire. Her light green eyes, shimmering with potent magical energy, and the way her dark brown hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk, were imprinted in my mind. Every detail of her lithe, curvy form ignited a fire within me, a primal hunger I could not satiate. The thoughts once more had my cock growing in my pants to the point of a pain I couldn’t ignore. I loosened the pants swiftly and took my painful erection in my fist. A strangled groan left my lips as I began stroking myself to the thought of her. What else did those freckles pepper? The thought of tracing them with my tongue, mapping each tiny mark on her pale, shimmering skin, drove me wild. I imagined her beneath me, her long, thick hair spread out on the pillow, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and reluctant desire. The thought of her finally succumbing to my touch, her resistance melting away, was intoxicating. How would her soft, full lips feel against mine? Would they tremble as she tried to hold back her moans, only to finally give in and cry out my name?

My strokes quickened as I pictured her delicate hands reaching out, hesitant at first, then gripping me with surprising strength. I could almost hear her breath hitching, the sweet sound of her surrender. I wanted to see those light green eyes darken with lust, her body arching towards me, silently begging for more. The thought of breaking her, of being the one to shatter her innocence and bring forth the depths of her hidden desires, sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I imagined her soft gasps and whimpers, the way her body would writhe under my touch, and it pushed me closer to the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, I reached my climax, a guttural moan escaping my lips. My body tensed, then relaxed, a sense of satisfaction mingling with the lingering frustration of unfulfilled longing. I lay there for a moment, my breath coming in ragged gasps, the vision of Cassara still vivid in my mind.

As I cleaned myself and adjusted my clothing, a dark smile played on my lips. This was just the beginning. I would find a way to get close to her, to break through her defenses, and make her mine. The hunt was far from over, and the thrill of the chase was only just beginning. With that thought, I finally allowed myself to drift into a restless sleep, the night's events replaying in my mind, the promise of future conquests keeping my dreams alight with anticipation.

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Me thinking I got requests but they’re just p*rn bots in my DMs 😔