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mmmngh... feeding session with astarion that turns into messy needy dry humping...
dry humping will be the death of me thank you for this ask <3
(soft service dom, praise kink)
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Astarion hates appearing like heâs desperate for anything, so you have to do a little coaxing to show him itâs okay to rub against you
this looks like soft hands on his lower back, pushing him into you
cleverly aligning your hips so that your knee sits nice between his legs
heâs got that feral cat energy, you have to lure him in and show him itâs safe before he starts believing it is
when heâs really hungry heâs a bit of a messy eater, and more likely to squirm in your lap
His hips keep shuddering as he tries to roll them forward but stops himself
you just keep pushing them further into you until heâs rubbing himself on your thigh while he laps at your neck
âthatâs it, honeyâŚâ you coo as his drinking becomes stronger in tandem with his hips rolling ââŚ.take what you need, youâre allowed it.â
you slip your palm between your bodies and lightly cup his bulge; not squeezing or anything
he immediately ruts into your palm for the friction, realizing if he bucks his hips it almost feels like your squeezing him driving him to be more desperate
heâs panting and licking and lapping at your neck as humps your hand
your doing absolutely zero of the work heâs getting himself off and he doesnât even realize it
occasionally youâll give it a squeeze or a stroke through his pants to show him heâs being a good boy
maybe even whisper that into his ear as heâs gulping you down
the friction is becoming too much, he whines low into your neck as heâs slowly pulling himself off but canât stop his hips against your hand
he squeezes you and abruptly stops his dry thrusts
doesnât take you long to realize theyâre not as dry anymore as he tries to crawl off of you awkwardly moving his legs
oh. he came on himself.
you reach up and pull him back down, the bites on your neck have been sealed up and heâs full of blood so heâs fully flushed and will easily get hard again
you gently maneuver his warm body back to laying on top of you, caressing the damp spot on the front of his pants and pulling the laces free
you slide a hand into his sticky underwear, making contact with his warm cock
âYou were being such a good boy, taking what you need just like I told you to do. How about you rub yourself off on me for real now?â
safe to say you donât need to do much work at all as he thrusts himself against your palm and thigh and anywhere he can get friction until heâs well fed and out of cum
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soft astarion getting sentimental during sex after a rough battle and ends up being extremely touchy and loving but he's totally "i don't like you. you're crazy. that's silly" still
"Not Like I Did Yesterday." Summary: Tav gets badly hurt which makes Astarion realize a few things suddenly. He can't quite explain it but in that moment, he knows it's her he needs. Takes place after Tiefling Party before Act 2 because I love the Underdark and is lightly inspired by the lyrics from "I Don't Love You" by MCR. Triggers for Canon Typical Violence. Some Angst. Frantic/Needy Smut. Spoilers for Astarion's story quest.
"Shit!" He hissed as his arrows ran out. "I'm empty!" He announced to the others as the monster closed in on him.
He tensed as he gripped his blade. He was ready to fight to his last breath if he had to.
Then a stone struck the beast in the face, cutting its vulture-like face before hissing in her direction.
Astarion felt a coldness wash over him as the beast charged and swung.
The Hook Horror tossed Tav aside like a ragdoll. Her body was beaten and broken as she tried pushing herself up, squinting at the monster as it charged at her.
There was a roar that she couldn't quite make out.
She barely saw the flash of white before Astarion was on the creature.
"Oh shit," Shadowheart said, seeing Astarion losing it as he attacked the monster. "Tav!" She called out. "Get away from him!"
Tav shuddered as she pushed herself up slowly as the rest of the group eliminated the rest of the monsters. Astarion kept stabbing at the dead beast beneath him.
"Astarion," She called out to him, staggering.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Shadowheart barked out.
"Stop," Karlach said firmly. "She's got this."
The two watched as their leader staggered towards Astarion. She hobbled as her eyes focused on him.
He was plunging the blade down again. His back heaved as his soft growls could be heard.
He was losing himself.
Gotta help him, She thought to herself as her legs buckled. She collapsed into him as she hugged him tight from behind.
His arm froze in the air.
His breath came in broken shudders.
Her scent flooded him.
She's hereâŚShe's alive, He repeated as he lost its grip on the knife.
The metal clattered to the ground as he slumped in her hold, hands gripping her arms tight. Alive, he told himself again as he let out a shaky breath.
"You're okay," She whispered into his shoulder before her body went limp.
Astarion's eyes widened when Tav suddenly dropped to the ground beside him. "D-Darling?" He asked as he turned to her.
Shadowheart hurried over in that moment, focused on healing their leader.Â
Tav was blinking hard, looking a bit dizzy. She was alive. "I'm okay," She mumbled.
"The hell you are!" Shadowheart snapped. "That was reckless! I don't care that he's an ally. When a vampire goes feral like that, don't fucking touch them!"
Tav grimaced and gave her a look. "I wasn't gonna let him lose his mind!" She defended.
Astarion could only watch as the two bickered while the cleric healed her. His heart thudded wildly as she looked annoyed by the woman's scolding. When her eyes met his, she smiled softly and crossed her eyes in mock irritation.
He couldn't help the soft laugh that escaped him as the action earned her another scolding.
Tav carefully got up with Shadowheart's help, stumbling forward. His arms were there to catch her, holding her upright as she sighed.
"You should carry her!" Karlach beamed. "Like a princess!"
Tav blushed as the vampire almost immediately complied and lifted her. She looked up at him and hummed. "Not gonna lie; this is new."
He studied her as his hands tightened on her.Â
"Let's get back to camp," Shadowheart sighed. "You need rest."
She nodded in response as Astarion carried her the whole way.
The silence wasn't deafening but it was worrying for her. She watched him practically stare off into space as he carried her to safety.
As soon as they'd arrived at camp, Tav was hounded with questions of her well-being to the point she asked Astarion to set her down. He was hesitant to do so but when Halsin brought her his cushion to sit on, he amended.
He waited patiently, studying her.
She's alive.
It was like he needed to keep reminding himself of this.
His heart ached as he watched her be healed. Why did it irritate him to see Halsin healing her? That's what he's good for. For healing!
She was smiling at Wyll as he playfully messed with her hair. When did they get all friendly?
He knew she was good friends with him but what about him?
Tav blinked when Astarion suddenly stormed towards his tent.Â
The sun had set when Astarion heard the tent flap move. His eyes, trained at the ceiling of his tent, slid over to Tav as she sat beside him, looking down at him. Her hair fell from the ponytail, messily framing her face as she looked down at him.
She gave him a gentle smile. "Hey."
"...hey." he raised himself to his elbows. "You alright? Everything stillâŚfully functioning?"
Tav smiled at his awkward question. Nodding, she said, "Yeah. I'm okay."
A beat of silence passed between them before she slowly asked, "AreâŚyou alright?"
"Yeah, yeah. Good. Great."
She watched his jaw clench as his fingers drummed on his knee nervously. The vampire was avoiding her eyes. Heart thudding in his chest as he tried to think of how to begin.
Should he apologize? Explain himself? Did he need to do something?Â
He had to say something, for certain.Â
He inhaled sharply as he tried to speak quickly.
"Astarionâ"
"Darling, Iâ"
They stopped as their voices overlapped. Tav giggled softly as he looked away with a smile. Another pause settled before he finally took a deep breath.
"I don't know what happened. I saw you andâŚand I lost it," he sighed. "I've never blacked out like that. AndâŚwhen you collapsedâŚ"
Tav watched him for a moment before cupping his face. "Hey," she said gently. She turned his eyes to her.
His heart lurched up into his throat as he studied her features. She was alive, his mind whispered again.
"Darling," he finally breathed as he leaned in and kissed her.
It feltâŚdifferent somehow, he realized as he laid her back into his bedding. Her fingers tangled into his hair like that first night. She was kissing him sweetly, just as greedy as him.
That's all this is, he tried to tell himself. It's only physical. She gives blood. He gives orgasmsâa fair trade.
Except this wasn't an exchange.
Tav's hands cupped his face, pulling him closer and protecting him almost as he frantically shed her clothing.
His ruby eyes scanned over her body. He bent, licking and kissing at every bruise on her body from the fight. Every scratch or scar he could find was vulnerable to his mouth.
She gasped out breathless moans as she gripped his hair, scrambling helplessly to reach his belt.
"Not yet," he whispered against her stomach as he kissed down, pulling her trousers with him. "Need this."
Her cheeks went hot as she watched his kiss along her inner thigh. His teeth lightly nipped, fangs pressed gently near the artery.
Tav gulped and nodded her consent and he was diving in.
His tongue lavished desperately over her clit. His soft moan made her gasp as he suckled on the bud eagerly.Â
"Still so fucking delicious," he groaned, tongue flicking gently.
"Fuck, Star," she gasped out, gripping the blanket beneath her. His hand was splaying over her stomach as fingers prodded at her entrance.
His body shuddered as he pressed himself against her leg. He bit his lip as he pumped and curled his fingers before adjusting to sit up. His eyes were trained on her face as he watched her writhing from his touch.
"That's it, Darling," He whispered encouragingly. His eyes darted to her hands gripping the blankets. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked.
Tav felt her body heat as his eyes flicked up to hers. They were full of challenge and desire. "IâŚ"
She blushed when he pulled her hand into his hair, nuzzling her thigh gently. "You're supposed to be gripping it," He murmured before licking lazily at her folds. "Supposed to be clinging to me like before. Darling."
He sounded breathless and needy as he kissed up her body. He watched her melting under him as her hand slid from his hair and to his face. Then, she sat up and kissed him gently.
His hands trembled as he gripped her waist as she held his face to hers. "Star," She whispered against his lips before her hands scrambled to tug at his shirt as her cheeks went hotter. "Don't make me beg for you."
"Why not?" He asked. It had meant to be a taunt, but it sounded little more than a desperate whine. "You sound so pretty when you do."
Clothes were shed and tossed aside in the tent. She gasped as he pressed in. His hand threaded with hers, pinning it by her head.Â
His ruby eyes kept watching her, taking her in.
Tav lay there, flushed and clutching his hand and bicep. She was whimpering for him. "S-Star, please."
"Fucking beautiful."
Every movement felt too intense, too desperate. Their breaths mingled as he kissed her. His free hand, once gripping her thigh greedily with every thrust, tangled into her hair.
His tongue slid along hers. His cock pressed into her, rubbing everywhere she needed it to. His hips refused to move away from her, keeping him deep inside.
Her eyes watered as he bent and kissed her neck. His face was pressed against her skin as his hand tugged lightly at her hair.
"Tav," He whispered, shaking now.
Too intense. Too much.Â
Everything inside him screamed with confusion as he let himself get lost in her. Her sweet gasps in an attempt to keep quiet. Her scent. The sound of her heart pumping wildly.
She bit her lip when his tongue licked up along the vein and teeth pressed gently in the bruised bite marks from his last feeding. She bracedâŚbut nothing.
His teeth simply gripped at her as he whimpered softly into her ear, making her shiver. It was so unlike that first night. He was gasping softly now and then but his moans were like a symphony.
A practiced one.
"Shit, ah," He whispered against her skin. "DarliâŚTav."
That did her in. Her back arched up and he held her tight to him, topping into the orgasm with her. His lips crushed against hers as he shuddered and clung to her.
Alive, His mind whispered before fading entirely in the fog of pleasure.
A long moment passed as the kiss grew gentler, bodies trembling still. Tav's eyes blinked up at him as she smiled affectionately to him.
"Did I scare you that bad?" She teased lightly.
His cheeks flushed a slight as he cleared his throat. "No?" His eyes darted from hers as she giggled, still high on the euphoria.
Her hand slid up to cup his face, pulling him close. "Admit you like me," She whispered to him.
Anxiety flickered through him as he smirked. "I'll never admit a damned thing to you," He said playfully as he watched her eyes flutter. "You need your rest. You took quite the beating today."
"Worth it," She hummed, smiling.
"How?" He asked as he pulled away carefully. He frowned as she curled into him. "Tav, my bedding isn't quite comfortable for youâ"
"You are," she hummed, resting her head on his shoulder.
He blinked, watching her. "I'm comfortable?" He asked slowly.
His frown made her smile as she cuddled herself closer to him. She hummed softly in confirmation. "And worth it."
His heart stuttered again.
He's worth it. He's worthâŚher injuries.
Before he could respond, she was sound asleep against his shoulder.
He held her, idly drawing circles on her back and petting her hair to ensure she slept soundly. He could slip into his trance, reflect a bit butâŚ
Looking down at her, he realized that would mean a bit of time from her. Time alone. The thought of slipping away in that moment filled him with a strange dread.
Instead, he lingered on his thoughts, holding her sleeping body to him as a comfort for himself.
It took a long while for him, cycling through his memories, his feelings, everything this woman made him feel.
Her japes.
Her taunts.
The way she rolled her eyes affectionately at his wise cracks about their companions.
The way she laughed at his jokes.
The way she listened to him.
The way she was.
She was alive.
And he wanted her.
Panic began to rise in his chest as he glanced down at her. She looked so peaceful. So blissfully unaware of his thoughts.
With a shaky breath, he decided to push this down. This was just a fluke. It had to be. It couldn't be anything else.
It was just a fluke.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gale/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Established Relationship, set in Act 3, Extended Scene, making sexy canon lines way hornier, Blow Job, Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Cock Warming, Vaginal Sex, references to mystra but not by name because I do not respect her, sucking and fucking the desire for godhood out of him, i am back on my bullshit, characters discovering the inherent divinity in themselves and each other, I have One Thing and it's this. this is my one thing, also: refractory period? we don't know her, Human Tav (Baldur's Gate) Series: Part 3 of First in My Heart Summary:
âBut think what I offer. The vastness of eternity to explore, the Weave at our fingertips⌠you would really prefer me as I am?â The words echo across her mind. As Tav looks into the depths of Galeâs dark eyes, the incredulity she sees in them grabs a hold of her heart and wrings it. She reaches up and puts a hand on his cheek. âTake us back,â she says quietly.
There's more than one way to attain divinity.
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Careful, he bites
Pairing : Astarion x female!reader around 900 words.
morning sex. in bed. with the most amazing vampire. thatâs it thatâs the plot ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
TW : 18+, shameless smut, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, tiny bit of fang kink
I love him a completely normal amount
You open your eyes slowly, savouring the blissful, heavy fog of sleep that still weighs on your mind. The voice that greets you is one youâre sure youâll never tire of.
âGood morning, my sweetâ, Astarion whispers against your ear. The bed smells of night-blooming flowers and cold winter air, just like him. His body is a comforting spoon, the nice coolness of his powerful chest sends shivers down your spine.
Your eyelids are still heavy and with a smile, you settle back in and bury your head in your soft pillow, eager for just a few more hours of precious sleep before starting a new day in the underdark.
Astarion, of course, has other ideas. He exhales and you can feel the light puff of cold air against the back of your neck. Icy fingers skate down your bare arm, dragging the strap of your night gown with them. He dips his head and nuzzles the junction of your neck and shoulder. He toys with the hem of your night gown before slipping beneath it to caress the curve of your hip. You revel in his low groan of appreciation as he discovers youâre wearing nothing underneath.
âGods, the things you do to me,â he growls, voice muffled slightly as he breathes your scent. âLet me take care of you.â
Wordlessly, you nod and he wastes no time. He gives you a sloppy, hungry kiss that is all tongues, teeth and fangs, and then slowly lowers himself. His fangs leave burning trails across your skin, and you love every bit of it.
You can feel his erection grow next to your thigh and you raise a hand forward to touch him but he grabs your wrist and stops the motion.Â
âNo, darling,â he grins, âit is all about you today.â
âBut ââ your attempt to argue is cut short as Astarion disappears between your thighs, wraps his wet lips around your clit and starts sucking. You let out an unbelievably loud whimper of pleasure and he smirks against your body.
Pinning your thighs apart, he works his tongue in an up-and-down motion on one side of your clit and then the other. You grind into his mouth shamelessly as his tongue continues working its magic. Without interruption, he slips first one finger, then two inside you, and pushes them up against your G-spot. Youâre already starting to see stars as you feel his fangs settle in the soft mound of flesh above your clit. He applies just enough pressure for it to deliciously sting without ever hurting. Those tiny pinpricks combined with the sucking of your clit and the impossible rhythm of his fingers inside you made you cry out.
âAstarion â Iâmâ â you try to articulate between two heavy breaths. Â
âIâm right there with you, my love,â he mutters and presses his fangs slightly deeper into your skin, as to urge you to stop fighting the wave of pleasure trying to make its way through your shivering body. Â
His tongue slips across that one spot on the tip of your clit that always sets you off, and suddenly you are coming on his mouth, grasping fistfuls of his silver hair and moaning and moaning and moaning. He pushes his fangs deeper and deeper into your skin as he rides out your orgasm with you, using his free hand to hold your hips steady. Your core spasms longer than a pulsing heart, each beat making you thrash helplessly on the bed as he pushes his fingers deep. ââHe waits until you come down from your high before slowly sliding his two fingers out of you and into his mouth to lick them clean. The rest of the world begins to come back into focus but you do not care for it. You only have eyes for him. Â
ââ"You are absolutely exquisite when you come," he chuckles in that ridiculously arrogant way he has.
He licks his lips as he rises, expression as lazy and smug as a contented cat. You haul him up and into your arms and kiss him hard. He wraps his strong arms around you protectively and takes a moment to listen to your breathing, still shallow from the love explosion. He finds infinite comfort in the repeated rise and fall of your chest. It proves to him that you are real, safe and here, right next to him.Â
Before you, Astarion had never known true bliss. Sex â even when itâs mindblowing â doesnât fix the part of you thatâs broken. Good sex soothes, but doesnât cure, and Astarion, whoâs been using sex as a valium substitute since heâs been free from his former Masterâs control, knows it better than anyone. But with you, itâs not just sex. Itâs safety. Itâs intimacy. Itâs respect. And itâs all heâs ever wanted.
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You'll stay still, won't you, little love?
Pairing: Spawn Astarion x F!Reader/Tav
Summary/Setting: Sometime in the beginning of Act 3; you and Astarion are exploring intimacy/sex
Rating/Warnings: M+ / 18+ only please/ Smut with little to no plot / Light BDSM / Soft Dom Astarion vibes / Some mild in game spoilers / PiV / CW / fingering / teasing and overstim if you squint / not beta read or edited too much
Word Count: 2.2K
A/N: I'm a degenerate, idk what else to tell you guys. Iâm shocked this came out of my brain, but here we are. Enjoy or be totally flabbergasted or avoid it entirely I donât know about you all but I simultaneously want to do all three. đ
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You suspected Astarion enjoyed exploring intimacy with you, perhaps more than he thought he would. The first few weeks after his confession at Moonrise Towers resulted in a rather chaste arrangement between the two of you. Days were filled with stolen pecks and occasional hand holding between missions; nights were spent mostly cuddling half-naked or sometimes simply making out.
When a situation became particularly heated, he would always break away, panting. The flush on his face and the thrumming of his undead heart told you he enjoyed these moments, and his erection pressing into you always became quite the distraction.Â
Gods, how badly you wanted more. But you had to force yourself to pull back and allow him to take the lead, never pushing further than he was willing to give.Â
For a few weeks, a bit of grinding and caressing above the waist was as far as Astarion would advance. But shortly after leaving the Shadowlands, something within the silver-haired elf changed. Heâd become quite intent on exploring your body almost every night, putting his masterful fingers and tongue to work, almost desperate to watch you come undone.
âYou donât have to, Astarion,â You pant one evening, after a few weeks of nearly daily interactions quite similar to this one. The rogue was working his nimble fingers inside the edge of your small clothes, aiming to delve into your already soaking folds. The bulge of his cock, barely covered by his own underwear, pressed against your rear as he slowly rocked his hips into you.
âI know, my love,â He murmurs, removing his mouth from where it had been tenderly suckling your neck. The vampire licks along the fresh love bite, eliciting a little whimper of pleasure from you. And then he smirks as his fingers find the already engorged bundle of nerves between your legs, causing you to instinctively buck toward him with a whine, âBut I want to. I quite like the pretty little sounds you make for me, you know.âÂ
He continues his ministrations for a few moments, reveling in your desperate keens. Nothing else stroked Astarionâs ego quite like this.Â
âDarling, Iâd like to try something different tonight, if you donât mind.â He purrs as his fingers change their rhythm from the languid circles over your clit to gentle, teasing strokes between your folds. The rogueâs hand dips just enough to tease your entrance with two digits before he retracts again, leaving you mewling in frustration.
You need more. He knows it. And he aimed to give you more tonight, but he couldnât resist the opportunity to toy with you for a moment or two.
âWhat is it, Astarion?â You ask breathlessly, as he pauses his movements entirely. You whine again and then turn your head to look at the rogue, where he is smirking down at you, clearly enjoying the desperation heâs elicited from his lover. You are caught between his cock and his hand, slowly rolling your hips back and forth, practically begging the silver-haired elf to fuck you with his fingers.Â
âI want you to come on my cock tonight.â He responds, arching his eyebrow just slightly, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes, âIf thatâs what you want, my sweet.âÂ
Your eyes widen in shock, and you swear you feel yourself grow more slick at the mere suggestion. You lick your lips, attempting to moderate your own excitement, trying to avoid making him feel obligated in any way. Astarionâs fingers have resumed their teasing movements, and the newly found wetness causes the vampire to chuckle in delight.Â
âJudging by the slickness of your perfect little cunt, that certainly is what you want. Am I correct, love?â He purrs into your ear, fangs grazing against your lobe as he rolls his growing erection toward your ass once again.
âY-yes,â You gasp, and as soon as you do, Astarion rips your underwear from your body before tossing the ruined undergarment across the tent.Â
âThen you will get what you want on one condition, darling.â He continues, and you feel the engorged head of his cock stroking between your folds from behind. The sensation makes you shiver in delight; you desire nothing more than to have him buried inside you.
âWhat is it?â You ask, instinctively rolling your hips back against him again, moaning when his length rubs against your clit.
Astarion grabs your hip firmly, digging his nails into the side of your ass and ceasing your movements entirely. You whine and then heâs practically laughing in your ear, you can feel how entertained he is by your predicament. He places a tender kiss on your neck before he purrs, âYou arenât allowed to move one bit, sweet girl, or else I will pull out and leave you with nothing.â
You groan in dismay at this stipulation, âAstarion! I donât- I donât know if I can hold still.âÂ
âOh but my love, the choices are simple,â He continues, his voice playfully condescending as his other hand wanders up to lightly tease a nipple, ripping another little moan from you, âYou can either be filled by my cock or by my fingers. So which will it be?â
You whine as the male elf uses one hand to stimulate your breast and the other to barely plunge into your sex again.
âYour cock!â You cry, unable to contain yourself any further, âI want your cock.â
Astarion chuckles, quite content with this response. He slides his erection between your folds again, using your arousal to lubricate his length, âAnd youâll stay still, wonât you, little love?â
âYes, I wonât move,â You agree, and this earns you a delighted groan from the vampire. He reveled in the power dynamics of your coupling, and your willingness to surrender control in the bedroom.
âGood girl,â He coos, and then heâs pressing himself into the entrance of your sex. You moan as the head of his rock-hard cock stretches your cunt; there is a bit of resistance at first; itâs been several weeks since more than two fingers have been inside you, after all.
He takes you inch by inch, slowly dragging himself along your velvet walls. Before long, Astarionâs length has filled you completely, and youâre basking in the sensation of being stretched by your lover.
His breath is ragged behind you as he struggles to remain in control, almost entirely overcome with the desire to simply have his way with you. But thatâs not the game tonight, he reminds himself.Â
In one swift motion heâs rolled you both so that you are straddled over him, your back pressed to his chest. He uses his knees to spread your legs wide, fully opening you up for his seasoned hands to explore. His long fingers drag over your stomach and then travel down between your legs, where they easily find that sensitive nub.
âHow does it feel to be sitting atop my cock, darling?â Astarion asks as he slowly, teasingly strokes his slender fingers up and down on your drenched folds. You are seeping arousal at this point, coating him with his well-deserved reward. His cock throbs at the thought.
âWonderful,â You respond, honestly but breathlessly as you struggle to keep yourself from rolling your hips at all. Your legs are positively shaking with the effort to exert such control, and the little tremors running along your spine are urging the vampire on.
Astarion guides your own hand up to your breasts, where he urges you to tease your own nipple. He palms the flesh of the other breast in one hand as he continues to drag his nimble fingers around your throbbing bud.
You are instinctively clenching around him now, your body desperate to milk every ounce of seed from the vampire. Astarion himself is shaking with the amount of restraint itâs taking him to not lift his hips and fuck up into your warmth.Â
You cannot restrain yourself any longer, your hips buck and youâre instantly rewarded with the delicious sensation of Astarionâs length running against your walls. But then a sharp, stinging smack singes the side of your ass, and a shocked gasp escapes your lips.
âWhat did I say, darling? Be a good girl and hold still. Try that again and I will pull out.â The rogue warns while speeding up his efforts on your clit.
You sharply pinch your own nipple, trying desperately to keep yourself from moving any more. But gods, how badly you want to. Youâre so close. Your walls are clenching tighter and tighter, and the sensation is causing Astarion to grunt in response. Heâs trying just as desperately to hold back as you quiver around him, tempting him to do the exact opposite.
His hips buck just once before he regains control and stills himself, but gods the walls of your tight pussy wrapped around him felt divine. The sharp thrust made you moan loudly in delight, and your entire body was shivering from the self-control you were using to hold still. He felt you standing on the precipice of pleasure, so close to the edge. You just needed a little push to fall into a world of ecstasy, and that, he could provide.
âLet go, little love. Come for me,â He whispers hoarsely, and the command sends you tumbling over the edge. You feel the wave crashing over you, rippling through your sex and up to your spine. You clasp your hand over your mouth as you whine, signaling your release.
You are mid-orgasm when Astarion roughly grabs both sides of your hips and hisses, âFuck it.âÂ
And then heâs thrusting upwards, repeatedly burying himself inside you, intent on fucking you through the second half of your orgasm. You cry out in pleasure as the vampire moans into the side of your neck, continuing to piston himself into you as he chases his own release.
Once again, his fingers find their way to your over-sensitive clit and heâs working at it frantically, in the practiced motion he knows to be your favorite. You keen and try to clamp your legs shut; the sensation is almost too much. But Astarion growls and forces your legs open with his knees as he quickly brings you to the edge of another orgasm.
Your lover is panting with exertion as he holds back his own release. Through gritted teeth he urges you on, using the hand not playing with your clit to grab your hip and slam you down to meet his thrusts.
âOne more, darling. You can do one more, canât you? Let go, Iâve got you.â He coaxes, his voice near breathless but filled with gravel.
âOh, fuck!â Is all you can respond as the second orgasm rips through you, stronger than the first. Youâre seeing stars as your pussy throbs around Astarionâs shaft, rewarding his efforts with a deliciously tight grip and another gush of your delectable juices. The high-pitched, uninhibited whine that escapes you while youâre drowning in ecstasy is music to the rogueâs ears.
As your greedy cunt clenches around him again during that second wave of pleasure, Astarion emits a strangled moan of his own.
He buries his face in your neck as he soon struggles to buck forward, shakily dragging his sensitive, swollen length in and out of your walls just a few more times before he buries himself balls-deep. Thick ropes of his spend shoot up into your warmth as he groans, consumed by his own euphoria behind you. His cock continues to pulse for a few moments longer, urged on by the relentless spasming of your sex around him.
Both of you are heaving and shaking slightly once he finally relaxes his legs. Youâre still laying atop him as he slowly roams his hands over your body, idly stroking your curves in soft, soothing motions.
âI thought you said we couldnât move,â You finally say, voice completely hoarse from the cries of ecstasy you uttered moments ago.
âI said you couldnât move, darling. I didnât say anything about me.â The vampire responds with a self-satisfied smirk as he playfully nips at your earlobe, âAre you truly complaining that I did all the work?â
âNo,â You respond, finally pulling yourself off of the vampire, releasing the slick combination of your respective arousals as it drips between the two of you. âBut at some point Iâd like it to be me making all that effort to bring pleasure to you.âÂ
He pulls you down beside him with a little hum. You pull the blanket over the two of you. No other words are exchanged as you drift to sleep, thoroughly exhausted by the events of the day and this satisfying but unexpected evening. Astarion watches you sleep, and for the first time he allows himself to acknowledge that he might also like to let you have a bit of control in the bedroom⌠perhaps next time.
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Tease 18+
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Astarion x f!reader, Astarion x Tav
Summary: The party is taking the night off. You're convinced to wear a dress, and Astarion just can't control himself.
Warnings: Smut, MDNI, Semi-public sex, caught in the act?
Word Count: 3.2k
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Standing in front of the mirror, you pull at the dark green fabric, tugging it down this way and that. You try again to tie the corset but give up quickly. You swing your hips, and the flowy skirt swishes, tickling the skin above your knees. Looking yourself up and down, you zone in on your hips, squirming at the fabric extenuating your curves. So much skin on display makes you want to steal someone's spare cloak to hide in. You weren't one to be self-conscious, but you're used to donning armor and leather, not this scrap of fabric Karlach had convinced you to buy.Â
You should just change. Grab some leggings and one of Astarion's shirts, and call it a night. You didn't need a dress to catch his eye; you know how Astarion feels about you; wearing a dress won't change that. Backing away from the mirror, you're just about to rip the dress off when Karlach bursts into the room, Shadowheart following behind her at a much tamer pace.Â
"Soldier!" Karlach squeals, stopping suddenly in the middle of the room. She slaps her hands on either side of her face. "You. Are. Gorgeous!" Your face burns as Karlach pounces on you, spinning you around to give her the best view from every angle. Heat creeps up your chest and you giggle awkwardly.
"She's right, you look stunning," Shadowheart smirked and added, "Ten gold Astarion won't be able to keep it in his pants."
"20, he won't make it to a room," Karlach shouts.
"Gods! You both are ridiculous." You squeal, swatting Karlach's hands away and stepping back from her excitement. You huff and fix your skirt. Crossing your hands over your chests, you glare at the girls before timidly looking off to the side. "So, I don't look silly?" The hesitation is evident.
"All joking aside, I assure you, soldier, you are beautiful. And I know for a fact Fangs won't be able to keep his eyes off of you."
You beam under Karlach's compliment, doing a few excited calf raises because you have no idea how else to handle her words. Shadowheart moves towards you and fixes a fallen strand of hair. She gives you a soft smile and moves to finish lacing your corset, patting your arm when sheâs done.
"Now we should go. The others are waiting downstairs," Shadowheart motions everyone to the door, letting you take a moment to slip your shoes on.Â
After months of endless travels and brutal battles, the party decided to take the evening to drink, relax, and enjoy each other's company. A night to forget the tadpoles and the Absolute. All except Lae'zel, who scoffed at the idea, were joining in on the fun.
Descending the stairs, you slammed with the melody of lively tunes played by a band of minstrels, competing with the animated conversations of patrons. The music, infused with the spirit of celebration, is so loud that it vibrates through the wooden beams of the tavern. The dance floor is alive with energetic movements as couples twirl and spin to the rhythm and the joyous laughter of those lost in the moment.
The bar is surrounded by a sea of drunk patrons clamoring for attention. Tankards slammed onto the worn surface as the bartender poured frothy ale and mead expertly. The dim light of flickering candles and oil lamps casts a warm glow on the diverse crowd. The unmistakable odors of stale ale, greasy food, and the tang of sweat intermingle in the air, creating a distinctive nostalgic and pungent aroma. You're lost in the crowd's movement, overwhelmed with the sounds. You grab onto Shadowheart's elbow like a lifeline.
"Karlach!" Wyll calls and you all snap your head to the side. The party had claimed a booth, and Gale and Wyll were standing up, waving their arms over their heads. They looked like they started early on the drinking; both men's faces were flush, and they each held an easy, dopey grin.
"Wyll!" Karlach linked her arms with yours and Shadowheart's and approached the table. You let her pull you, too busy searching for him. Astarion is slow to stand, but you know the moment he sets his eyes on you. You watch the subtle change in his body language. His hand tightened around the goblet; the exaggerated inhale of air as if someone had kicked him, watching the hunger grow in his eyes.
Now, you feel the confidence bloom in your chest. The dress no longer makes you squirm in discomfort; no, it gives you power and makes you feel desired and sexy. The flame ignites low in your abdomen. Suddenly, you were playing with fire and excited to get burned. A smug smile stretches your lips the closer you get. Pulling away from Karlach, you move and hook your arms around Astarion's neck. You pull him down and place a kiss on his cheek.
"Hi, handsome," you smile up at him, feeling his hand caress the small of your back. Cold fingers playing at the edge of the corset.
"Hello darling, you look breathtaking." He pushes you back gently, giving him space to take in your attire. "Turn for me, my love. Let me look upon the goddess before me."
You roll your eyes at his cheesiness but oblige his request, spinning slowly to allow Astarion to take in every angle. When you come full circle, Astarion captures your lips, and you fall against his chest. His lips meld against yours in a sensual kiss that was entirely inappropriate for the amount of people around, but neither of you seemed to care. Humming against his mouth, you cup his jaw and pull his face away. Astarion chases your lips and lets out a low groan when you deny him what he wants. Â
You give Astarion a mischievous grin, patting his chest when you ask. "Do you mind getting me a drink?"Â
He gives you a pointed look, visibly dissatisfied with his kiss. With one look and your hand running up his chest and over his shoulder, Astarion caves with a huff. "Yes, of course. Would you like your usual?"
"Yes, please." You say pecking his lips a final time before joining your friends in the booth.Â
Wyll was regaling the table with a tale of his early days as the Blade of Frontiers when Astarion slides in beside you. He sets your drink down, and you whisper your thanks before taking a sip and focusing back on Wyll. Gale is quick to call out Wyll's bullshit, Shadowheart pointing out the exaggeration the warlock had blended into his story. It soon devolved into a bickering match as Wyll tried to defend himself. You chuckle between sips of wine, leaning into Astarion, setting your head gently against his shoulder. His hand had found your bare thigh, fingers kneading the supple flesh.Â
Suddenly, your friends become background noise as your senses hone in on Astarion. The cheeky smirk that stretches his lips tells you he knows exactly what he's doing as Astarion inches his smooth hand further under your dressânever crossing the line but far enough to make you clench your legs together in need. You bite your lip, cheeks burning from more than the alcohol, and reach down to take his hand in yours.Â
"I know what you're doing,"
"Oh, and what is that, my dear?" Astarion grins, bringing your hand to his lips and gently kissing your knuckles. He leans to your ear, "Do you not want me to touch you?" His breath cascades over your neck, and a shiver runs up your spine.
"Not when you're trying to tease me in public."
"My sweet girl, I'm not the one being a tease."
"Soldier! Stop making goo-goo eyes at Fangs, and come dance with me!" Karlach yells across the table, breaking whatever spell Astarion had you under. Pulling away, you look up to see Karlach jumping up and down, hand outstretched for you to take.Â
"You know I won't say no to dancing." Astarion reluctantly moves to let you out of the booth. Karlach is quick to grab your hand and pull you towards the stage.Â
The time is lost in the beat of the drums and the flow of your hips. Karlach twirls you around, and you can't stop giggling. Wyll joins in the fun, and suddenly, the crowd has formed a unified line dance. It's messy, and you don't know the steps, but you watch Wyll and poke fun at Karlach's improvised moves. You dance until your breath is ragged and your feet start hurting. Moving your body until the sea of people starts to drown you. Maybe it's the alcohol coursing through your veins or the excitement of the dancing. Still, the fun quickly turns to overstimulation that blankets you in thick sheets. In an instant, the room is too hot and too loud, and if you don't get out now, you just might scream.
You leave Karlach and move towards the door outside to the back alley. Pushing it open, you stumble over the threshold and inhale the cold night air. It instantly sobers, clearing your mind and easing your panic. You stare up at the starry sky, soaking in the bright moon. Goosebumps spread over your exposed arms and legs, and you shiver. It doesn't stop you from stepping further into the alleyway as you breathe and allow your heart to settle its pounding. You can still hear the muffled music and thumping feet.Â
You hear the door open again but pay it no mind until Astarion speaks, "There you are, my sweet."
You turn on your heel and give him a soft smile. He glowed under the moonlight, an ethereal being standing before you, his face partially cast in shadow, staring at you with hunger. "I needed some air."
"I'm sure you did," Astarion smirks, stepping closer toward you. A predator stalks up to its prey. "All that dancing you were doing must have been exhausting."
"It was, but it was so fun." You reach out instinctually, wrapping your arms around his neck. Astarion smoothes his hands down your spine to the swell of your butt, moving to squeeze the soft, plump flesh. "You should join me next time." You squeak at his grip, pressing yourself closer to him.
Then his lips are on yours, and your back is digging into the rough brick of the alleyway. Astarion's tongue is in your mouth, and you're moaning, gripping his shoulders to find purchase. One of his fangs nipped your bottom lip, and your knees practically buckled under you. You would have fallen if Astarion hadn't pressed you against the wall.Â
"I think I just might take you dancing tomorrow." His cold hands caress your thigh, pulling it up and over his hip, pushing up the fabric of your dress with it. "I'll buy you a pretty new dress to add to your growing collection, and I'll have you move your body for me like you've been doing all night."Â
He rolls his hips into yours, and you cry into his neck, kissing his skin to muffle your noises. "Swaying those hips in this tight little thing. Gods darling, I've been hard all night, and it's entirely your fault, you naughty little minx."
"Astarion," You sigh, relishing the friction of his hard cock against your clothed core.Â
"Such a cruel woman, dangling a feast over a starving man. I'll have to punish you for that." Astarion purrs, running his nose along the line of your jaw, stopping to bite at his favorite spot; his fangs puncture the surface just enough to have droplets of your blood trickle out.
His tongue lavishes over your skin, making sure not a drop escapes. The moan that rumbles through his chest is purely animalistic, and a rush of heat gushes between your legs. "But right now, my naughty girl, I'm going to fuck you here against this wall."Â
You let out a whimper, hips bucking instinctually, heat coiling in your lower stomach. "Please.."Â
Astarion takes no time to push your underwear aside and push two of his fingers into your folds with a lewd, wet sound. Astarion begins to pump his fingers in and out of your dripping cunt, with each stroke curling up just slightly. The rough pad of his thumb finds your swollen clit, and applying pressure, he circles the nub in time with his fingers.Â
"You're already so drenched, always so ready for me." You pull his face in and sigh into his mouth, niping his lip playfully. Threading your hand through his soft curls, you give a soft tug, relishing in the grunt Astarion gives you.Â
You're painfully aware of your surroundings and know that someone could step out and catch the two of you any moment. The thought gives you a jolt of excitement you'll have to think about later. There is no room to take your time, so you tug harder on Astarion's hair loss, pulling his lips from the flesh of your neck he was playing with.
"Star," You roll your hips against his hand impatiently. "I need you to fuck me already,"
"So impatient, but you are right. This is not the time to play." Astarion tsk before unceremoniously ripping your underwear off and stuffing them in his pocket.Â
"I liked those."
"I'll buy you a new pair, maybe one to match your new dress." Astarion peppers kiss down your neck. Your hands move to pull his pants down, freeing his cock. It's red and looks painfully swollen. Astarion hisses through his teeth when you give the base of his cock a tight squeeze.Â
"I want one that matches the new dress and the same ones you just ripped." You countered, giving him a few languid strokes using his precum as a lubricant.Â
"Whatever you want, my love." He says mindlessly, taking you into another breathtaking kiss.
Astarion hands leave your cunt, and a whine leaves your lips. He kisses your pout and quickly grabs his cock. Astarion pumps himself a few more times before lining up at your entrance. When Astarion sheaths himself fully in your heat, the wind is knocked out of you. A collective groan of ecstasy escapes from both of your mouths. There is no build-up, no room to catch your breath. Astarion quickly pulls out and slams back into youâyour back scraps against the bricks, and your foot slips on the cobblestone.
You yelp scrambling to hold on and not fall pathetically onto the dirty alley floor. Astarion, without skipping a beat, scoops you up fully in his arms. All you can do is wrap your legs around his hips and hold on as he pounds into your dripping cunt.Â
"Gods, you're perfect," Astarion signs into your neck. He pulls at your dress, moving the corset just enough to expose one of your breasts. He bends his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth. You choke on a gasp; cupping the back of his head, you press him further against you.Â
"Astarion," you moan, carding your fingers into his curls. Rolling your hips, you match his thrusts. Your lower stomach tightens, and you will not last much longer. Not with him pulling you apart in the way only he can. You tried to say as much, but you choke on a sob when Astarion's fingers find your clit.Â
He grinds your hips into the brick wall and brutalizes your clit with tight circles. His voice is raspy in your ears. "I'm close, loveâŚngh - gods, you feel so good."
"A-astarion, please!" Tears bead down your cheeks, pleasure overwhelming your senses. Your muscles are tightening. Your legs quake, and you clench tightly around him.Â
"Thatâs it, come for me, beautiful." And that is all you need to see stars, opening your mouth in a silent cry. Ecstasy courses through your veins, and you bite down on his collarbone to ground yourself in your pleasure. His hips stutter, pace faltering as he loses himself in your body, spilling his seed deep into you.Â
Neither of you moves; the brick is now uncomfortably digging into your back, but you can't find the energy to care. Astarion peppers kiss up and down your neck. You scratch his scalp softly and catch your breath. Itâs nice.
"I guess I should wear more dresses."
"My dear, you could wear a burlap sack, and I would have still taken you against this wall."
"Horny bastard."Â
The two of you were too caught up in each other to notice the tavern door opening again. Nor did either of you notice two figures stepping out. At least not until Karlach's loud cackle echoed down the alleyway. You whip your head in her direction, Astarion following suit. Karlach is hunched over and on her knees, shoulders shaking with laughter. Shadowheart stands beside her, arms crossed with disgust and annoyance plastered on her face.
Astarion is quick to turn you away, shielding you with his body. He letâs you go and you scramble to cover yourself. He helps you fix your dress. Great.Â
"What did I tell you? Fangs couldn't keep it in his pants long enough to find a room!" Karlach booms, slapping Shadowheart on the arm. "Hand it over," her palm extended in wait. You hide your face in Astarion's neck, face burning in embarrassment.Â
Shadowheart mumbled something under her breath, digging in her pocket for her gold pouch. "Here," the gold is slapped into the tieflings palm. She turns to the two of you. "Find a different cleric to cure whatever disease you've contracted in this filthy alley." Shadowheart quickly turns back into the tavern, the door slamming behind her.Â
"Well, thanks for the gold," The tiefling beams and skips after Shadowheart, leaving you and Astarion alone once more.Â
You refuse to leave the space between Astarion's jaw and collarbone. Thoughts of packing your stuff and running to Candlekeep are crossing your mind. Karlach and Shadowheart are already telling Wyll and Gale about your exploits, and you don't want to handle the smug looks.Â
Astarion's chest rumbles with silent laughter, and you're pulled from your escape plans. You emerge from your safe space and glare up at the man. "What's so funny?!"Â
He laughs harder, and runs his thumb over your pout, cupping your jaw. You hold firm in your annoyance and turn your head. "Karlach is telling all of our friends that we just fucked in a dirty back alley, why would you be laughing?" You snap.
"You would think at this point Shadowheart would stop betting on our love life. Tsk, all the gold she's lost." You narrow your eyes at him. His playful smirk widens. "She and the other weirdos should know how shamelessly I want you. They were lucky I didn't fuck you on the table."Â
Rolling your eyes, you shove him hard, forcing Astarion to stumble back. Moving past you storm towards the door; he's laughing and calling your name. Astarion, only get your middle finger before the tavern door closes behind you.
Astarion is a cheeky shit. I love him.... Let me know what ya thought, i love your feedback.
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Burns Like Rum
Ship: Astarion x female!human!reader/Tav
Summary: Astarion's hunger worsens every day and you don't have any blood to spareâbut that doesn't stop you from inadvertently tempting him at every turn. Luckily for both of you, you've both got the same idea to cure him of his hunger.
Word Count: 7,840 words
Warnings: sexual content (18+), menstruating reader, hungry Astarion, mutual pining, possibly OOC dialogue, vampire feeding, soft Astarion, no particular timeline but Astarion hasn't told you anything yet
18+ Warnings: period sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), hand job, bite kink, blood kink, aftercare, use of the words cunt & cock
Note: For my usual readers, more Stranger Things content is coming, I promise! But this bitey boy currently owns my heart so I'm gonna show him some love :)
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Astarion was hungry, and it was entirely your fault, for more than one reason.
The first was that, almost a month ago now, you had let Astarion drink from you. He'd been starving, and it didn't help that the others had given him strict rules about feeding, so when he flashed those sad but gorgeous red eyes at you, complaining of hunger, you'd all but gifted him your neck.
He'd practically drained you that night. You had been weak for days. Of course, the others, namely Gale and Lae'zel, were furious with you for letting him drink from you, but the sated, content look on his face after feeding made it all worth it to you. He'd become more comfortable around you after that, too, and you'd considered that an improvement.
It hadn't been all that bad, really, for him to sink his teeth into you and drink until your grip on him had grown so weak that he'd let up to check on you. In fact, it had been...rather pleasant. He'd been gentle, careful, his bite sharp but considerate. You knew then that you'd risk becoming anemic for a week just to feel the pleasure of his hand cradling your neck and head, his mouth against your neck, his tongue soothing the bite he'd left when he'd had his fill.
But in the weeks that followed, his hunger gradually returned, and with a vengeance. It was as if he'd never fed from you at all, suffering hunger pangs he hid from the othersâbut you noticed, recognizing them from the night he'd begged you to let him drink from you.
You'd offered him more of your blood since then, but he'd refused you every time. He could smell your guilt, your need to make him feel better simply because you felt responsible for his current pain.
"I won't accept blood from someone who feels obligated to give it to me," he'd said, and his tone made it difficult to tell if he was being snide or kind.
Sometimes, you simply didn't understand that man.
And then three days ago, you'd been injured in a fight. It was nothing fatal, the gash in your midsection missing any major muscles and not deep enough to jeopardize your organs, but it was bloody. You'd limped your way back to camp, your head swimming, the world around you growing darker around the edges with every step.
You'd fainted in Astarion's armsâalthough collapsed was a better word for it, according to Karlachâdrenched in blood, some of which was yours and some of which that wasn't.
"You should have seen his face!" Karlach had laughed when you'd woken up the next morning, woozy but fine thanks to Shadowheart. The blood loss kept you off your feet for the day to recover, and Karlach had taken the time to visit you.
"What do you mean?" you asked, although you already had a good idea what might have happened after you passed out.
"You put him in a right pickle, collapsing on him like that, all covered in blood and losing more of it quickly," she said. "He didn't know what to do with you. It wasâ It was like he didn't want to drop you, but he really did want to drop you, because all he wanted to do was drink from you. Can't say as I blame himâhe's not fed in weeks and you turn up with his next meal draining out of you." You hid your face in your hands with a groan. "Why'd you beeline for him anyway? Shadowheart's tent was just a few paces away!"
You glared at her through your fingers. "You know why I went to him, Karlach!" She, of all people, would understand. She had been the first person to find out that, as much as you flirted with them all, Astarion was the one you wanted.
"Well, obviously," she said, "but it didn't occur to you that he might...have an adverse reaction?"
Rolling your eyes, you snarked, "No, Karlach, it didn't, I was bleeding out and suffering from head trauma. I just...saw someone I trusted to keep me safe and ran to him."
She cocked her head to the side. "That's sweet, but stupid."
You snorted. "Yeah, I knowâShadowheart won't stop yelling at me for it."
You hadn't seen Astarion until that night, when the group of you had gathered at the campfire. It hadn't meant to be like that; you'd seen him and had wanted to talk to him, at least apologize for throwing your bloody body at him, but Shadowheart followed you closely to keep you safe and soon the others had gathered.
It had been like a very strange family dinner, made awkward by everyone dancing around exactly why you'd gone to Astarion, knowing a hungry vampire and fresh blood were not a good mix.
The final reason you were making his hunger unbearable made itself known at the end of the night, when it was just you, Astarion, and Shadowheart at the dying fire.
She must have caught sight of the way you kept looking at Astarion out of the corner of your eye, embarrassedly looking away or pretending to gaze into the trees behind him every time he caught you looking. She tapped your shoulder and told you she needed to get rest. The "you should, too" was implied, hanging in the air along with her worry about your healing.
"I'm fine, Shadowheart, really," you insisted. "I won't rip myself open again, I promise."
"I'll keep an eye on her," Astarion promised. "Nothing too...strenuous for her just yet." Something in his voice made you shiver.
She left the two of you alone. You looked first at the fire, then down at your hands, folded in your lap. Anywhere than at him.
You didn't even hear him move. You only knew he had when you felt him sit on the log beside you, one of his hands covering your own.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice soft. "I...am sorry I didn't visit you, it's justâ"
"It's just that I threw myself at you when it looked like I'd taken a shower in blood and that made things a wee bit difficult?" you interrupted, the words spilling out before you had time to process that you were speaking. Embarrassed heat flushed through you instantly.
But Astarion only gave you that soft, slightly toothy smile. You drank it in, relishing his smile lines and the brief contentment on his face. "Something like that, yes," he said. "I was...worried I might hurt you if I saw you again and you still smelled so deliciously of your blood. I'm so hungry, darling, it's unbearable. All I wanted was to feast until there was nothing left of you, and I'd never forgive myself if Iâ"
"Stop." You held up your hand. "Please. I don't... Don't be so nice to me, it makes me feel like I'm on my deathbed."
Astarion laughed, throwing his head back. "I'd hardly call wanting to drain you nice, my love." Almost unconsciously, your gaze dipped to his exposed neck and you wondered idly what he would do if you were to bite him back.
Probably the strenuous activity Astarion had promised Shadowheart you wouldn't be doing.
He met your gaze, a sudden depth and seriousness in his crimson stare. "Stick with me, and you might soon be on your deathbed." Pointedly, he broke eye contact with you, letting his eyes drop first to your neck and then further down your body. You tingled, the feeling reminiscent of the anemia that had possessed your body in the hours and days after he'd drank from you.
You realized Astarion was waiting for a reaction from you, hoping for something more than your stunned silence. So you let your eyes drift across his body, resting on his mouth as you said, "Doesn't sound like a bad way to go out."
From the back of his throat came a sound that wasn't quite a growl or a groan, but somewhere in between, just as needy as either sound. "Don't tempt me, darling," he whispered. "I promised Shadowheart I'd keep you safe, and you certainly wouldn't be if I did everything I want."
Your heart skipped a beat. "Astarion..."
He closed his eyes, leaning toward you, releasing a tense breath. "Darling..."
"What if I want to tempt you?" You put your hand on his leg, sliding closer to him.
"Cheeky thing," he said, eyes opening in small slits. "But only when you're healed. I can still smell the blood on you." He sighed. "You have no idea how much restraint it takes not sink my teeth into that pretty neck of yours."
You frowned. "But I am healed," you said. "Just tender. Shadowheart wouldn't have let me leave her tent otherwise."
"I can't blame you for wanting me," Astarion teased, that familiar charm honeying his words, "but I've never been wrong." He cupped your cheek, his touch taking the bite out of his words. He offered you a small, sympathetic smile.
You put your hand to your abdomen, half-expecting to find that your wound had ripped open of its own accord. Your shirt and the bandage beneath it was dryâbut a sudden twinge of pain, appearing only once it had been acknowledged, came from lower. You hissed.
Astarion sat up straighter. "What is it? Are you alright?"
"Shit. I think I've figured out why you still smell blood," you said through clenched teeth.
Astarion's eyes dipped to where your hand rested. "It's that time again already, is it?"
"It's early," you groaned. You stood slowly, regretting it instantly.
He tracked you as you moved, his gaze becoming dangerous and predatory. It was the look that had scared you when he drank from you, practically convincing you he wasn't going to stop. Still, his need for you burned through you like rum, its heat spreading through your belly.
"I didn't smell it before, not under all the blood you had on you," he said. His voice was deep, dark, dangerous. "But, oh, darlingâI smell it now." He licked his lips and your stomach did flips that were neither pleasant or unpleasant. The hunger in his eyes was palpable
"I, ah, have to go. For your sake and mine. Um. So, uh, goodnight, Astarion. I...I'll see you when this is all over."
He stood up quickly. "Darling, do you needâ" He cut himself off as you waved away his concern, crossing the camp to your own tent.
"No! Goodnight!" you called over your shoulder.
Astarion sighed. "...Night."
~â~
You avoided Astarion like the plague. Well, perhaps not, because while you never wanted to see the disease, you were always on the lookout for your favorite vampire.
You caught glimpses of him through the open flaps of your tent, sauntering by with a swagger you found unfairly attractive. You saw him reading on his own when Shadowheart helped you changed your bandages, his handsome face fixed in concentration. A few hours later, you heard him arguing with Gale about the very same book, which had apparently gone missing, and you hated the flutter in your stomach at the growl in his angry voice.
"Stop that," Karlach said, glancing up at you as the pair of you cooked, Karlach helping you roast root vegetables evenly.
"Stop what?"
"Mooning over him," she said, jerking her head in Astarion's direction.
Your body flushed with heat. "I'm notâ"
"You are, and we can all tell, and you should just get it over with, but only if you mean it."
You frowned, tearing your eyes away from the blessed sight that was Astarion basking in the sun. "Sorry, what?"
Karlach sighed. "If you sleep with himâ" You spluttered. "âit had better be because you truly want him and not because you're bleeding."
You blinked at her. "Karlach, of course I want him, you've heard me talk about him before this!"
"I know, I know," she relented, "but I have a feeling there's more to our vampire than meets the eye." She glanced over at Astarion. "Just...be kind to him, dear. He's more fragile than he looks."
You followed her gaze over to him. He was stretching, his arms lifted high above his head, undoubtedly oblivious to the two of you watching him. Want and need bubbled up inside of you, both clamoring for Astarion, agreeing that he would fulfill them both. The deep-seated lust you'd had for him since he'd first put a knife to your neck burned even brighter as the breeze that had been kicking up dust all morning played with the silver hair curling around his ears.
His nostrils flared and you knew he'd smelled you. He looked over at you and Karlach and you froze. She waved cheerily, then frowned at you when you didn't move. You swallowed harshly and went back to removing the scales from the fish in your lap.
"He doesn't like not being around you either, you know," Karlach said, returning to the task at hand. "He's always looking at you when you're not looking. You're perfect for each other like that."
"I don't want to make this harder for him by being around him," you said, glancing back over at him. He was watching you as he poured himself a glass of wine. Had it been normal circumstances, when you weren't driving him insane simply by smelling like blood, you would have teased him for day-drinking. "He's already so hungry, I'd only make that worse. It was bad enough I threw myself at him covered in his favorite snack!"
Karlach snorted. The sound of a light laugh floated over to you and you looked up to find Astarion smirking into his goblet. He beckoned you over and your eyes grew wide.
"Excuse me for a moment, Karlach," you said, clearing your throat.
Karlach followed your gaze and giggled. "More than a moment, dear. I'll come back later to help you finish this." She left the log you'd been sharing and you waited until she was in her own tent again before you jumped to your feet and practically ran to Astarion.
"Hello, darling," he purred. "Care for a drink?"
"I could go for a little," you said.
Astarion smiled, that rakish charm summoning warmth that spread through your entire body. "I hope you like red," he said, and put his own goblet to your lips.
You held his gaze as you drank. You saw his nostrils flare, his pupils growing large. You knew he could hear how your heart was racing, could smell your arousal mixing with your blood.
He pulled the goblet away from your lips and took another swig. You licked the red wine off your lower lip and heard the breath catch in his chest.
"You're starving, aren't you?"
"You have no idea," he whispered.
"I might," you said. "Thought I'd say it's a hunger of a different kind."
Astarion's smirk was so wide you could see his fangs clearly. "Oh, really, darling?"
You nodded, taking a step closer to him. He breathed in deeply. "We could help each other, you know. Satiate our hungers."
His eyes grew dark, trained on yours. "Is that so?" He raised his hand, nearly brushing your cheek, but stopped himself just before he touched you. "You'd let me soothe your pain by..." His gaze dropped to your waistline. "...eating from you?"
A tremor passed through you at the sound of his voice, deeper than you'd ever heard it, laced with a danger and a seduction you were embarrassed to find attractive. Your body was tuned to it, his words seeming to drop like a stone from your ears to your core, spreading fire through your veins and melting your organs.
Astarion took a small step closer to you and took your chin in three gentle fingers, tilting your head up toward him. For a moment, you thought he might kiss you then and there. "I'm going to need an answer, darling."
"Yes." You couldn't get the word out fast enough. It came out breathy, nearly lost on the wind still swirling between you.
He chuckled. "Well, then. You asked for it." He dropped the hand on your chin back to his side. "Once everyone else is asleep, come find me. We'll find a quiet place and...have a little fun."
~â~
Of all the nights, it had to be this one where everyone came to check on you before they went to sleep. Thanks to Astarion avoiding you like the plague when the two of you had become inseparable, your monthly bleed had become public knowledge. So practically everyone in camp came to you with solutions you declined, claiming to feel fine, even though your pain had worsened over the course of the day.
You watched Astarion slink off into the forest after the sun had gone down and waited until the others were sequestered in their tents, nearly an hour later, to pull your boots back on, stand on shaky feet, and follow the path you assumed he'd taken.
You had started to believe you'd taken a wrong turn somewhere when you heard his cool voice from behind you: "There you are. I've been waiting."
Astarion stepped out of the shadows. He ran his gaze over you, observing your slightly hunched stance, your hand on your lower abdomen. Your shoulders relaxed at the sight of him; he looked softer in the moonlight. The silver light fell across his curls and the statuesque panes of his face, somehow making that face that was so gaunt with hunger unbelievably beautiful.
He looked like a poet or a god, even in just the simple shirt he insisted on wearing around camp instead of the finer silks you knew he carried with him. Or perhaps it was the simplicity that made him so godly. You couldn't tell.
A frown graced his brow. "The pain is worse now, isn't it?"
You nodded. "Just a bit."
Astarion left the small hill he stood on and came closer to you. He offered you his hand. "Come on, dear, let me make you feel better."
You let him guide you away from the path you had taken and into a small clearing just a few feet away, conveniently hidden by thickets, trees, and tall grass. He stood aside, letting you take it in for a moment, as if waiting for your approval of the place. You looked down at the mossy ground and decided it would be soft enough.
"Well, this is nice," you said, seconds before you heard fabric rustling. You turned and blinked rapidly at what you saw: Astarion, his shirt now off and in his hands. You watched him lay it down where the ground was most level. Your breath caught horribly in your throat at the sight of the scar covering his back. You fought back the urge to ask, knowing it would only piss him off.
He turned back to you with a smile. "Your bed for the evening, my love," he said, gesturing to it.
"Oh, Astarion, I can't, I don't want to get blood on your shirt. What would the othersâ"
Astarion cupped your face in one hand. "The others will assume I hunted something and got messy," he said. "And I'll enjoy your scent while I have it."
Flutters in your stomach nearly brought you to your knees. You looked up at him, drawing in a tiny breath, and brought your hand up to hold the wrist that cradled your cheek.
"Please," you whispered, unsure of exactly what you were begging for but knowing what you wanted.
"Promise me you'll tell me if...I'm too much," Astarion said, and you got the sense he'd changed what he was going to say.
You nodded, whispering your promise, and wound your free hand into the hair at the nape of his neck, standing on your tiptoes to push your lips to his.
It was a messy first kiss. It was little more than teeth and spit, but it felt like heaven anyway, because his free arm was winding around your waist and pressing your bodies together, his leg sliding between yours. Bliss spread through you, starting at your core.
Astarion pulled away from you. "Someone's eager, isn't she?"
You whimpered and he stifled it with another kiss, softer than the first. He was gentle, more than you'd expected from a starving man. He cupped the back of your head and your hand dropped to his hip. You opened your mouth to him and reveled in the feeling of his tongue sliding against yours. He made a soft sound of satisfaction and pushed his leg up against your clothed core. You moaned loudly, your grip on him tightening. Need flooded you and your hips pushed down on his leg, finding relief in the pressure.
The two of you pressed your foreheads together, breathing heavily.
"Shh, darling, not too loud. You don't want the others to come investigate, do you?" His cheeky tone suggested he would love it if the others found the two of you like thisâor, perhaps, further along.
You wrapped both arms around his neck and buried your head into his shoulder, heat burning through you, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. You felt like there was a pendulum inside you, swinging constantly between wanting to slow down, afraid of coming off as too eager, and desperately needing him to get to it.
Astarion chuckled. "Don't hide, love." He smoothed his hand over your hair. "You do trust me, don't you?"
You kissed his shoulder and heard his breath catch. "With my life, Astarion."
"Are you ready?"
You nodded and he walked you over to his shirt and helped you to sit on it. He watched you lay down, his gaze falling your exposed neck. There was something more than hunger in his eyes; it made your breathing hitch.
Astarion crawled over you and placed his hand underneath your head before he kissed you. You draped your arm over his shoulders, holding him close to you, enjoying the soft touch of his lips against yours. It was chaste, as were the next few that followed it in quick succession, one after the other.
One hand slid down your body and stopped at the hem of your trousers. He tugged at the shirt tucked into them. "Darling? May I?"
"Please do," you said.
"Arms up."
He pulled the fabric over your head and tossed it to the side. He looked down at your torso from where he straddled your hips. His hands skimmed over you and he leaned down, pressing more gentle kisses to your neck and collarbones. Your body tingled with remembrance, practically yearning to feel his fangs sink into your neck, to feel your blood leave you with a burning that felt like intoxication.
"Astarion." His name was a breathy cry on your lips, and you saw how much he liked the sound of it when he looked up at you, a smile curving onto the lips still pressed to your skin.
"Yes, dear?"
You gently coaxed him back up to you with your hand on his chin. "Let me kiss you."
He smiled, brighter than the moonlight falling around you, and you pressed your mouth to his. He hummed happily into your mouth, a pleasant sensation that made you reluctant to break the kiss. But you did, kissing along his jaw and down his neck instead. You nipped gently at his neck, pulling a surprised laugh from him.
"Really, darling? Biting the vampire?" Astarion's eyes were sparkling with amusement. His face had relaxed into an easy smile. It was a good look on him; you liked it.
You giggled and placed another kiss over the bite. The pair of you rolled onto your sides and you peppered his chest with kisses, your arm wrapped loosely around his waist. You went back up to his neck and sucked lightly.
"So much for the others not knowing," he teased.
You looked at him through your lashes. "What if I want them to know?"
"Cheeky little thing," he whispered, dragging a finger down the side of your face. "As much as I love thisâand believe me, I do love thisâI can't wait any longer. I'm starving, darling. Let me taste you. Please."
Slightly subdued, you rolled onto your back. "Alright," you whispered, your chest tightening in anticipation.
Astarion climbed on top of you again. He undid the laces at the front of your trousers and slipped his hand inside them, moving slowly and keeping his eyes locked on yours.
The moment two of his fingers slid between your wet folds, your eyes fluttered shut and a happy sigh slipped from your lips.
"There she is," he whispered, his eyes half-lidded, as he worked you gently and slowly. You felt the blood and arousal gather on his fingers as he grew closer to your entrance. He dragged them back up to your clit and rubbed in a slow circle. You gasped, arching into his touch. Astarion giggled. "Oh, you like that, don't you?"
You wriggled underneath him, trying everything in your power to get more of his touch. He smiled down at you, kissing your cheek and cooing softly at you. If he spoke words, you didn't hear them, too lost in the pleasure he easily, skillfully, brought to you.
Without warning, Astarion plunged both fingers into your entrance. You moaned, grabbing at his hair. He chuckled, curling his fingers inside you. Whimpers slipped past your lips; you couldn't have controlled them if you tried, but you were by no means trying. His smile grew with every sound you made, and you wanted nothing more than to see that smile.
Just as suddenly as he'd pushed his fingers in, he pulled them out. You whined instantly but he shushed you and removed his hand from your pants. A small streak of blood was left on the skin of your stomach as he raised his hand to his mouth. You watched raptly as he licked your blood from his fingers, never once breaking eye contact with you.
He wasn't even touching you and the fire in your belly grew at the sight.
Astarion moaned softly around his fingers. You watched his deft tongue catch every drop of blood, thinned by your arousal, from his hand. He whispered your name in a whine and you let go of a long breath.
Once he'd licked his fingers clean, he bent down and yanked your trousers off your legs. You spread them automatically and he put one leg between them. He pulled off your undergarments and sat back, admiring your naked body with a satisfied smirk.
"Look at you," he whispered.
The need for him to touch you won out over the desire for him to keep staring at you. "Astarion." His name was a loud whine, emphasized by your writhing hips.
He chucked. "Needy girl." His hand returned to your cunt, his palm applying pressure to your clit while his fingers toyed with your bloody folds. His eyes practically rolled into the back of his head, the smell of blood so heady even you could smell it.
He teased your entrance for a moment and pulled his fingers back up, the tips of them coated in thick blood that looked black in the night. He sucked it from his fingers with a toothy smile, his fangs peeking out over his bottom lip.
You pushed your hips up enough to catch his eye. "Please," you whimpered.
"Alright, love, alright," he said. He put his hand back and slipped his fingers back inside you. Relief curled through youâas did his fingers. "I'll starve myself a bit longer for your pleasure."
You cupped his neck and brought his face to yours and kissed him fiercely. He made a surprised but pleased sound into your mouth and quickened his pace. You gasped against his lips and he ducked his head to your neck, kissing you quickly with every curl of his fingers.
You twisted your fingers through his hair, rapidly kissing the top of his head, pushing your hips up into his hand. He chuckled, his breath ghosting over your skin and raising goosebumps. You shuddered in his arms.
"I've got you," he murmured, sucking a light mark into your neck. You felt his teeth prick you and saw the shudder that passed through his body at the tiny droplets of blood that appeared.
He pulled away from your neck and curled his fingers just so. You groaned.
"Astarion!" you cried, throwing your head back.
He grinned and quickened his pace. You sucked in a deep breath, fighting back tears of pleasure.
"Let go, darling," he whispered. "I've got you."
Astarion looked back down at your neck. He locked eyes with you as he pressed his tongue to your skin, slowly licking up the droplets as they began to run down your neck. The combination of his intense stare and the movement of his fingers was all you needed; with a loud cry, you came on his fingers, your walls clenching so hard around him he could hardly keep moving them.
He chuckled. "That's it, dear, that's it." He cooed softly, helping you through it with his voice, his soft touch, and gentle kisses to your lips.
You were breathing hard when he finally pulled his fingers out of you. You whimpered at the slight pain but realized your cramps had all but disappeared.
Judging by the state of his hand, you didn't want to know how bloody his shirt was. It looked as though he'd reached into someone's chest and ripped their heart out; his hand was drenched and rivulets of blood ran all the way down to his elbow.
Astarion giggled at the sight while you burned with embarrassment. "Well, well, well. Someone's happy, isn't she?"
"So are you," you said, nodding to the bulge in his pants.
He grinned. "Well, what did you expect? You were quite vocal, my needy little thing." His eyes drifted back down to your cunt, lust curling through his gaze. "Tight and wet and utterly desperate for me."
He licked a stripe up his hand, his eyes fluttering shut. "Oh, darling, you taste good." He sucked your blood off of every finger, pleasure sliding over his face.
You smiled. "There's more where that came from."
Astarion raised one perfect brow. "Can you handle another little death?" he teased.
You nodded. "I can take a few more."
He chuckled and groaned at the same time. "Oh, my love, don't make promises you can't keep."
You met his gaze as he finished cleaning off his hand. "Believe me, I can keep it."
The vampire grinned. "Very well, then. I'll eat good tonight."
He kissed you chastely as he put his hand between your legs again.
Astarion brought you pleasure unlike anything you'd ever felt before as his fingers slid over your blood-slick skin, teasing your folds and entrance with a smirk, often just barely inserting the tip of his finger before pulling it out again and tracing over your clit and smearing blood across your skin. He kissed and sucked on your breasts, leaving darkening bruises and tiny scratches from his teeth, licking up the tiny beads of blood that sprung from each nick. He kissed along the line of scarring and stitches you had gotten from your injury, fading fast but still a reminder of what had gotten you on your back for him in the first place. Now that he'd eaten a little, he was intently focused on bringing you to the edge and pulling you back, again and again and again.
He worked another orgasm out of you and was on his way to coaxing out the third when you stopped him.
"Is it too much?" he asked, frowning. His unbloodied hand moved to rest on your hip, his thumb smoothing over your skin. His eyes searched your face, looking for anything to tell him why you'd stopped him.
You shook your head. "I need more, Astarion," you gasped, slurring his name into Astari. The unintended nickname made him blush. "I need more of you. Please. Please."
The smile returned to his face, cockier than before. "Oh, darling. I need more of you, too," he said, looking into your cunt and licking his lips. "I could just eat you up."
You spread your legs wider. He settled between them. "Please do."
He breathed in deep and his eyes practically rolled back into his head. "You're going to be the death of meâ Ah. Well, you would be, if I was alive."
You frowned. "Would this even be happening if you were alive?"
Astarion thought for a moment. "Let's not think about the logistics," he decided and licked the drying blood from his fingers off your abdomen. Your body trembled. He lifted your legs over his shoulders. You squeaked and smiled at him.
"Lay back," he whispered. You obliged him.
Wet warmth touched your skin just above your clit and you glanced down at him, watching him slowly lick the drying blood from your skin. He kissed your skin as he cleaned it, leaving you covered in slowly darkening bruises.
You stared at the stars as he pressed a soft first kiss to your clit. You let out a slow breath and he began to suck, his lips closing around it, his tongue licking light stripes.
You pushed your hips against his mouth. "Circles," you whispered.
"As you wish," he said, his breath fanning over your cunt and making you tremble. He went back to his feast, licking in circles this time, and you let out a soft whimper. You reached down and he reached up, lacing your fingers together and squeezing your hand. You squeezed back.
He moved further down until his nose bumped your clit and his lips found your entrance. He moaned, the sound deep and guttural, at the taste of your blood. He lapped at your entrance, his tongue sweeping up the blood as soon as it collected there. You shuddered, your breaths coming in heaves.
Astarion kissed your entrance once before he dove in, pushing his tongue into your cunt. You gasped and he laughed and buried his face in you.
Through the pleasure, you wondered dimly how he was breathing (did he, as a vampire, need to breathe?), but the thought was pushed away the moment his splayed fingers on your hip dug into your flesh and pulled you even closer to his mouth.
The sounds you were making were obscene: your moans were loud and coarse, and your cunt squelched lewdly as he drank your blood and arousal. You felt filthy, aware that the mix was running down your legs and buttocks but knowing the vampire eating you out was enjoying you too much to care.
Astarion himself was quite vocal, moaning into you and making you shiver. He whimpered, whined, groaned, and keened, growing louder with every swallow of blood. He alternated between watching you writhe and squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure.
You watched his hand slide from your hip to his bulge. He palmed himself through his trousers, hissing in pleasure, and the sight was enough to send you over the edge for a third time.
But Astarion didn't let up. He lapped at you, sucking so harshly your pleasure bordered pain, until your legs stopped shaking and your breathing evened out.
He lifted his head with a grin. "How do I look?"
You looked at him and started laughing. He was the smiliest you had ever seen him, his eyes practically glowing, and the lower half of his face was covered in your blood. His teeth were stained red and sticky blood dripped slowly from his fangs. It ran down his chin in rivulets and splatters dotted his lower cheeks like freckles. Some of it was even in his hair.
"You're ridiculous," you giggled. "And a messy eater."
He snorted. "Excuse you!"
"It's all over your face!"
He sat up with a grin, licking his lips. "You mean you are all over my face."
Satisfaction curled through you. "Yes," you said, reaching for him. He took your hand again. "Yes I am."
He wiped his face with his hand and licked it clean once again. You reached up and wiped some off on your thumb, then held it out to him. He took your thumb into his mouth and sucked. Your heart stopped beating.
"Feeling better?" he asked you, lightly placing his palm over your abdomen, applying a little pressure, and rubbing gentle circles.
"Much better," you said. "Thank you. But, ah..." Your gaze drifted from his beautiful, if slightly pink, face and down to his bulge. It was just as, if not more, prominent now that he'd gone down on you. "What about you?"
Astarion smirked. "I like your enthusiasm, but don't worry about me. Not tonight, darling."
You frowned. "Why not? What if I want you inside of me?" You walked two fingers up his leg and slowly covered his crotch with your palm. When he didn't protest and his eyes fluttered shut, you gave him a gentle squeeze. He let out a soft moan through closed lips and tilted his head back. You kissed the column of his neck and bit down gently. You suckedâhardâand a rumbling moan came from his chest.
"Because," he said finally, drawing in a ragged breath. "Because that would be a terrible waste of your precious blood." He looked at you with half-lidded eyes. "When this is over, I promise you, you can have as much of me as you want." He pushed his hips into your hand and you gave him another gentle squeeze. He gasped.
You nuzzled into him and his arm wrapped around your shoulders, holding you there. "And what if I want all of you?"
The question hung in the air. He looked at you for a long time and suddenly you saw the fragility Karlach had mentioned this afternoon, which felt like years ago instead of mere hours. You reached up to cup his cheek and, though you were stark naked, the sexual desire in the air seemed to have disappeared.
"I want all of you, Astari," you whispered. The nickname made his eyes grow wide. "All of you, in every way, for as long as possible. If you'll let me. If you want me, too."
He whimpered, and the sound was broken. You hated hearing that pain coming from him. "I want you, I do, I just..." He closed his eyes and you were suddenly very sure there was a darkness, a secret, he was trying to hide from you. You were certain it had to do with his vampiric master he'd so often complained about. "I'll try, my darling, I'll try for you."
You sat up on your knees and cupped his face in both hands and kissed him. You didn't break the kiss once as you pressed your body against his and held him tightly. You felt the scar on his back and wanted to ask but didn't, letting him keep his secrets for now.
His arms came around you, cradling your back and holding you tight to him. The kiss became a long-lasting hug, the both of you burying your heads in each other's shoulders until Astarion pulled away from you, a smile on his face. You returned that smile and sat back on your heels.
His eyes trailed over your body again. There was a note of nervousness in his voice as he asked, "Darling, would you mind...touching me again? I could use some relief."
You grinned. "Of course, my love. All you had to do was ask."
Relief crossed his face. He leaned back as you trailed your hand from his shoulder, down his chest, and back to his bulge. You tipped his head back with your free hand and kissed his neck while you rubbed him. He pushed his hips into your hand, sighing blissfully, and your hand was in his trousers in seconds. He grew loud, thrusting his cock into your hand with a power that surprised you.
"Take what you need," you told him, your voice hushed, your lips directly next to his ear. "Help me give you what you want."
He whimpered, your name a broken cry from his lips, and he cuddled into you as he came. He buried his head into your neck, hiding his eyes and barely holding back grunts. As his thrusts grew weaker and you slowed your hand on him, you felt hot tears on your neck and wondered what this poor man had been through that he hadn't yet told you.
You removed your hand from his pants and he immediately wrapped you in another hug, one strong enough to knock you down and knock the breath of you. You held him as tightly as he held you.
When Astarion at last pulled away from you, his tears had stopped but his eyes still shone with them. He kissed you softly.
"Thank you," he whispered. "I... Thank you."
You brushed some of his hair from his face. "What's wrong?"
He shook his head. "Nothing. You were... It's just that no one has cared about me during sex in a very long time and...you did. So...thank you."
You took his hand and squeezed it. "Oh, Astarion," you cooed. "I always care about you. Like this or otherwise. You could stop this right nowâor before it even beganâand I wouldn't have stopped caring about you."
He smiled. "Oh, darling. I love the sentiment, but I'm not done with you yet."
Astarion kissed down your body and laid between your legs again. He licked another stripe up your cunt and you saw the coating of blood on his tongue before he swallowed. "Shall we try for a fourth? Or perhaps even a fifth?" He raised his brow, leaving the decision up to you.
You laid back. "We'll try for as many as you'd like," you said.
He bared his teeth in a feral grin. "All night it is!"
~â~
You woke up the next morning sore and alone and with very little sleep.
Astarion had been relentless and stopped only when you simply couldn't take it anymore and he was practically drunk on your bloodâall without making you bloodless and woozy. When you had finished for the final time, he had cleaned you up, helped you back into your clothes, picked up his own shirt, and walked you back to camp. He was so gentle that you didn't even mind the teasing about how you limped.
Dawn hadn't been far off as you each went back to your tents after exchanging a final, solid kiss. So you woke to the sound of everyone else beginning their day just a few hours later.
You felt the soreness in your core before you even moved. Biting back a sigh and not regretting it one bit as you pictured Astarion's happy, bloody face, you rolled over and hoped your recent injury would be enough for the others to let you sleep in.
You were wrong.
Shadowheart opened your tent a few minutes later with a urgency that made you jump.
"What? What's wrong?" you asked, blinking blearily in the bright sunlight.
"Are you alright? You never sleep in, you're always up making breakfast!"
You groaned. "Is that it? Are you just hungry?"
She peered at you. "Are you hurt? Did your wound reopen?"
"What? No! I'm fine, I'm just tired, that's all! I have lost a lot of blood recently, in case you forgot."
She sighed. "Oh. Alright. Well, just know the others are worried, tooâAstarion especially."
You remembered how he'd checked in on you last night and had asked if he'd hurt you at all when you'd returned to camp and wondered if you had worried him by sleeping in. Suddenly you were grateful the others could chalk it up to his not-so-secret crush on you.
You dressed and hid the light bruises on your neck and collarbones in a high-collared shirt. You only noticed you were walking with a slight limp still after you'd left your tent and made your way across camp.
Karlach called your name and was at your side immediately. "You're limping! Are you hurt? Do you need me to fetch Shadowheart?"
You blinked at her. "What? No. I'm fine!"
"You don't look fine," Gale said, a few feet away, looking up from the book he'd been engrossed in for days. "Did you hurt your leg the other day? Or have your stitches ripped?"
"My, my," said a suave voice behind you. You turned and found Astarion grinning like a cat. "You do have quite the limp, there, darling. Are you sure you're alright?"
You huffed at him, your body remembering his touch immediately, his ghostly hands sliding across your skin. "I'm fine, I promise. Now hush and someone help me make breakfast."
Both Karlach and Astarion sat with you, Astarion very close to you and giving you a smile you couldn't help but return. Karlach stared at Astarion like he'd grown two heads, her gaze flickering between the two of you. She gasped very suddenly.
"Not a word," you hissed at her, knowing she'd figured it out.
Astarion smirked.
"And nothing from you, either," you added. "You're the reason I'm walking like this, you bastard."
He smiled sweetly at you, catching the fondness in the words. "And I gladly will be again." He took your hand and lifted it to his mouth, kissing it. Your eyes grew wide.
Karlach squeaked.
"You know nothing," you told her. "At least for a little while."
"Yes," Astarion agreed. "At the very least, tell Shadowheart nothingâI broke my promise to her to keep our dear girl from doing any strenuous activity."
You turned red and Karlach groaned, "Not before breakfast, please!"
Astarion opened his mouthâundoubtedly to say something about how you were technically his breakfast, based on the hour you'd returned to campâbut you moved quicker than he could speak. You grabbed him by the collar and yanked him toward you, kissing him heartily to shut him up.
A heavy silence settled over camp. You cracked one eye open and found the rest of your companions staring at the pair of you, mouths agape and eyes wide.
"Oops," Astarion muttered, sounding rather pleased.
You cleared your throat. "I, ah, I've been meaning to tell you all. Honestly."
Gale heaved a sigh. "How much do I owe you, Wyll?"
Your jaw dropped open. "You placed bets?!"
"Alright, you bloodsucker," Wyll said, holding his hand out and waiting for his payment from Gale. "You win."
"Yes," Astarion said, and you expected him to be wearing a smirk infused with his charm, his triumphant eyes on the others. But when you turned to him, he was staring at you, a dopey smile fixed on his face. "Yes, I did."
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Baldur's Gate 3 // Astarion Acunin
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1.094 words ¡ Rating: Explicit +18 ¡ Halsin x Astarion x reader ¡ AO3
Tags: threesome, unprotected P in V! (remember: wrap it before you tap it!), coming inside, creampie, dirty talk, chubby reader, they/them pronouns for gnc-reader, laughing while fucking, polyamory
(Oh noo, the filthy smut I imagined in my head turned into â¨love makingâ¨as soon as I was writing it down⌠Whoopsie)
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âYouâre doing amazing, darling.â
Astarion purred, grazing his lips down your neck and sucking into the soft flesh. He was seated behind you on the bed, his chest against your back, whispering sultry things into your ear. His hands were now on your plump tits, kneading them, teasing your nipples mercilessly, making you moan unrestrained.Â
Halsin was kneeling in front of you, two fingers working you open, his thumb pressing lightly on your sensitive clit. The druid presented such a gorgeous sight before you, all big and broad and a beautiful hairy chest to die for. His hard cock stood proudly between his legs. The bulbous pink head and thick shaft making your mouth water, you wanted him inside so badly.
âLook how big he is, how he's throbbing for you.â Astarionâs low voice was sending shivers down your spine.Â
Halsin watched your face closely for any sign of discomfort, he wanted to make absolutely sure that you were ready for him. You moaned, encouraged by Astarionâs words and eager for Halsin to finally give you what you wanted mostâŚÂ Â
Astarion wasnât unaffected by all of this. You felt his hardness against your lower back. He was straining against his pants. You tried to turn around to get your hands on him, you didnât want him to be left out, but he stopped you mid way.
âAh-ah-ah, this is just for you, darlingâ, he pulled you snug against his chest and continued kissing your neck. âLet us take care of you, hmm?â
Halsin bent down to cup your cheek with his other hand. He captured your mouth in a gentle kiss, grazing over your lips in languid motions. He was always so careful with you as if youâd break under his big hands. You felt so small with him hovering over you.
You loved the way he made love to you. You always felt so secure and protected with him. But right now with Astarion teasing you, finding your sensitive spots and Halsinâs big fingers exploring the depths of your warm, wet cunt, you were close to your limit.
âPlease, HalsinâŚâ you whined impatiently.Â
âDonât make them wait any longerâ, Astarion chimed in while roaming his hands over your round belly and your alluring tits.Â
Halsin smiled, âI hear you.â He stole another heated kiss and then he positioned the head of his cock at your entrance, making you gasp. âDonât worry, youâll get what you desire, sweetheart.â
Fetching and opening the small vial of lubricant, he let a few drops dribble onto your vulva, smearing it into your cunt with the head of his cock.Â
You and Astarion both made a lewd noise in unison while watching. Astarionâs hands wandered downwards and spread your labia open to watch Halsin nudge his cock inside. Cautiously, he fed you inch for inch of his hard length, making you gasp at the stretch.
Once Halsin was seated inside you, Astarion spoke up once again, voice heavy with lust. âYou take him so well, every inch of himâŚâ
âBy the oak father, you feel incredible", Halsin agreed with a low grunt that went straight to your swelling cunt. He caressed your thighs and the soft flesh at your waist as he waited for you to get accustomed to his thick shaft.
âDo you feel generously stuffed, darling? Does he fill you up nicely?â Astarion purred close to your ear while he watched.
âYes⌠â You moaned in response. You closed your eyes and threw your head back onto Astarionâs shoulder.
Halsin bent down to pull Astarion into a filthy kiss. Astarion made a surprised yelp that turned into a needy whimper as Halsin devoured his lips hungrily.
He smirked when he broke the kiss, gazing deeply into Astarionâs eyes. âLetâs make sure theyâll never forget this.â
Astarion stared at him and you could feel his erection growing harder against your back. He adored the druid as much as you did and you felt it. âSounds like a planâ, he whispered seductively.
Halsin grabbed your waist and started fucking you with slow, languid thrusts while Astarion had one hand on your breast and one on your clit, massaging it just the way you liked it.
Halsin looked gorgeous above you. His tanned skin was glistening with sweat, his stomach flexed as he plowed into you, making your tummy and your tits jiggle with every thrust.Â
Being loved by these two beautiful creatures was like something out of a wonderful dream. Watching Halsinâs adoring expression while he was fucking you, feeling Astarionâs gentle, experienced touch on your hot skin, all of it made your heart race and you couldnât get enough. You whined desperately as Halsin picked up the pace.
âFuuuuckâŚâ Halsin grunted.
âListen, darling, you reduced our handsome druid to profanities, well done!â Astarion chuckled.
You let out a hoarse laugh, but Halsinâs hard thrusts stifled your laughter. You watched his length disappear inside you over and over again, while listening to the lewd sounds and moans that filled the room.Â
Halsin pounded into you mercilessly, Astarion rubbed your clit harder and suddenly your orgasm hit you with such brutal force and you cried out when deep hot pleasure washed over you and through your body for several seconds.Â
âSweetheart, Iâm close, whereââ Halsin began, unable to finish his sentence, trying so hard to hold it in.
Astarion noticed you were distracted from your orgasm. âDo you want him to come inside you, baby, hmm?â He asked while he was fondling your tits and grinding against your back, chasing his own release.Â
âYes, pleaseâŚâ You whimpered.Â
Halsin was panting above you and with a few more erratic thrusts, he spilled his big load inside you. At the same time, you felt Astarionâs trembling motions coming to a halt as he burst in his pants with a rough grunt.
You made a pleased hum when Halsin pulled out carefully and you watched his cum leaking out of you and onto the sheets.
After all three of you had cleaned up, you got back into bed, with you in the middle, Halsin spooning you from behind and Astarion on the other side, facing you. He gave you a quick kiss on the forehead and whispered sweetly: âHmm, thank you, darling, that was wonderful.â
âMy heart, you are so lovedâŚâ Halsin peppered your cheeks and your neck with little kisses while he snuggled his big body against yours.
âYou make me so happy, both of you.â you murmured as you slowly drifted off to sleep, safe and warm between your two lovers.
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Back with another bout of plotless smut. Read at your own discretion and take note of the tags. <333
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We Have All Night
Rating: MATURE
Pairing: Astarion x fem!Reader x Halsin
Word Count: 800
Warnings/Tags: Oral sex (fem!Reader receiving), praise kink, hand kink, threesome technically?, mentions of alcohol, pure plotless smut
Summary: You'd been wondering for some time what it would be like to have Halsin and Astarion share you.
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You could have easily blamed the events that ensued on the bottles of Blingdenstone Blush you all had passed around camp that evening. But if you were honest with yourself, the position you found yourself in was one you had been fantasizing about for some time.Â
âThatâs it, darling,â Astarion coaxed as his fingers slipped gently through your hair, teasing and massaging your scalp. Your head was pillowed in his lap, pupils blown wide with lust as you peered up at him. He smiled down at you, a wicked, hedonistic sort of grin.
âYou so desperately want to hold still for him, donât you?â
You whined your assent, trying your best to keep your hips from bucking â an impossible task considering the relentless way Halsinâs tongue was licking and circling that sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs.Â
âSuch a good girl. Youâre doing so wellâ Astarion cooed, while Halsin groaned in agreement. The vibrations it created against your skin felt like electricity surging through your limbs.Â
Your mind was a disjointed haze of lust and alcohol. Totally uninhibited, you keened loudly as the druid suddenly gripped the softness of your thighs and plunged his tongue inside you.
âShh, shh, shhâ Astarion hushed, moving a hand to cover your mouth. âWe donât want the rest of the camp to hear our fun, do we?â
You groaned and shook your head slightly.Â
âAre you sure you donât want to join in?â you rasped, your lips moving against his slender fingers.
He gave a mischievous little chuckle. âIâm certain. Iâm having a wonderful time just watching,â Astarion returned.Â
âThe night is still young,â Halsin persuaded, pausing his feasting on you to meet Astarionâs eyes. The absence of his mouth left you wanting, aching for contact once more. âIf you change your mind, thereâs plenty of fun to be had.âÂ
âA tempting offer, indeed,â Astarion smirked. âLetâs see where the evening takes us, shall we?â
You moaned against his hand as Halsin dipped his head to begin circling your clit with his tongue once more. You fisted his gorgeous auburn locks in your hands, eliciting a groan from his mouth that felt absolutely delicious against your hypersensitive skin.Â
âOur sweet pup has an oh-so-difficult time keeping quiet, doesnât she?â Astarion crooned, tracing his fingers against the seam of your lips. âYouâre trying so hard, darling, I know you are.â
His silken, sinful voice felt almost as euphoric as the deplorable things Halsin was doing between your legs. In a bout of unbridled lust, you opened your mouth to capture Astarionâs index and middle fingers in your mouth.Â
You sucked down on them, circled them with your tongue, as you imagined having his hard length sheathed down your throat. Your bawdy move drew a sharp breath from the vampire, followed by a quiet groan.Â
You paused your ministrations, lifting a hand to pull his fingers from your mouth before asking, âIs this okay? Is it too much?âÂ
Astarion chuckled darkly, and you watched as his chest rose and fell with uneven breaths.Â
âYou wicked thing,â he purred. âYes, itâs okay. And it has the added benefit of keeping you quiet.â
You were beyond laughs and jokes. Hearing his consent, you drew his fingers back down to your mouth and resumed your sucking. You moaned your approval as Astarion pistoned his fingers deeper into your mouth at the same time Halsin inserted two fingers inside you.Â
You knew you wouldnât last long. Not with the way the druid was fucking you with his fingers at the same time his tongue was circling your clit. Not with the way Astarion was trailing one hand delicately across your exposed skin while you worshiped the fingers of his other hand with your tongue and lips.Â
Every nerve within you was alight and thrumming with barely-restrained energy. You could feel yourself climbing higher and higher, your body preparing for the sweetest freefall that would soon ensue. Your heels dug into Halsinâs muscled back as you tensed, one hand still clenching his hair while the other held desperately onto Astarionâs thigh.Â
âYes, darling, yes,â Astarion kept coaxing as your body drew more and more taut. A bowstring desperate to be released.Â
âLet yourself come, you know you want to,â he added in a soft whisper.Â
It was too much.Â
Those words, and a final flick of Halsinâs tongue, had you shattering into a thousand pieces. Your cries were barely restrained by the fingers still occupying your mouth. You were lost in pleasure, awash in the tingling aftermath of your release.Â
Chest heaving, mind reeling, you could barely find words.Â
âThat⌠that wasâŚâ you wheezed, before letting loose a giggle. âEverything Iâd imagined it would be.â
âYouâd thought about this before?â Halsin grinned, wiping his mouth clean against his forearm before leaning down to plant a reverent kiss against your lips. You could taste yourself on him. It gave you more satisfaction than perhaps it should have.Â
âMy, my. What other sort of depraved carnal pleasures are bouncing around in that head of yours, I wonder?â Astarion added, helping you sit up so that you were lounging between the two of them.Â
You shared a conspiratorial grin with both elves. âWe have all night, if youâd like me to show you.â
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18+ knuckle up | astarion x reader
summary: after a drunken night and a dumb bet you're left in an emotional (and physical) chokehold by your favourite vampire companion.
pairing: astarion ancunin x afab!bard!reader tags: 18+, smut, fluff, switch dynamics, m/f, fingering, unprotected sex, resolved tension, playfighting, sex after training session. word count: 7.8k notes: this fic was SO fun to write even if im a gale girlie myself. this is my first attempt at writing ANY bg3 character, so i really hope i did okay. if not, let me know! comments help me improve my writing (and warm my heart, seriously, thanks to anyone taking the time out of their day to comment). anyways gang, no beta as ALWAYS, you know how we roll. ENJOY! masterlist.
It still made little sense to you.
You had honed your skills at the most prestigious music schools in FaerĂťn for years, pouring your heart into every note, every chord, only to find yourself shamelessly ridiculed for an entirely different kind of performance. And by a man youâd grown to like, no less.
"Get up, darling," Astarionâs voice drips with amusement, the self-satisfied smirk tugging at his lips with infuriating smugness. His crimson eyes watch you with a predatory glint, locking onto your vulnerable form sprawled in the dirtâa definitive result of his frustratingly agile moves.
You groan lowly, propping yourself up on bruised elbows, wincing as a dull ache pulses through your body. A stray lock of hair falls in front of your face, and you blow it away in frustration.
"Iâm starting to think this isnât educational at all." You glare at him with all the venom you can muster, eyebrows furrowed as his arms cross.
Your eyes absentmindedly scan down his body, taking note of his slightly disheveled shirt and tousled hair. He looks⌠good. Beautiful, even. Basking in the soft moonlight seeping through the vast greenery above, he stands there like heâs in his element.
He chuckles, seemingly unbothered by your vapid tone. "Oh, but it is, my dear. Think of it as a new, humbling experience. Valuable in its own right."
You bite back a retort as he offers you a hand, his expression making your eye twitch. You never thought youâd fall for arrogance, yet ironically itâs your own conceit that might have brewed your upcoming downfall.
After a particularly boisterous night of drinking in campâbrought on by the recent victory over a pack of gnollsâyou foolishly accepted Astarionâs challenge to best him in hand-to-hand combat. Your alcohol-addled brain had been more confident than your body, and now, after a series of harsh jabs and sidesteps, you were being taught the harsh reality of ârealâ combat.
Defeated, you eventually obliged a quick lesson from the master himself, which he had (admittedly suspiciously) made you take after losing your bet.
At the very least, the bruising would rid you of your lingering hangover once you were done taking the thrashing. Plus, you hoped it would bring you two closer. Figuratively and physically.
He raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your hesitation. "Come now, my dear, donât be so stubborn. You seemed so eager at first,"
"You told me youâd teach me to fight, not fall on my damn face," you lament, but begrudgingly accept his help, allowing him to pull you to your feet.
His grip is firm, and the coolness of his skin sends a small jolt of electricity down your spine. You had often imagined what holding his hand would feel like during the colder nights alone in your tent, and while the circumstances ended up being less than ideal, it was good enough for you. For now.
You rub at your sore arm with a frown and catch that Astarion, unmistakably, stands completely unscathed, his pale complexion almost glowing in the ambient light.
"Iâm thinkingâŚâ he muses, glancing at the weathered lyre resting peacefully by the roots of a tree. His lips curl into a smirk, and you can feel the teasing jab sting your pride. âPerhaps youâre better suited to the more... delicate aspects of life,"
Your jaw clenches. While bards famously went underestimatedâ a fact you were reminded of frequentlyâ it hurt more coming from someone you so badly wanted to fuck.
"Oh, I donât know," you say with a saccharine tone, brushing the residual dirt from your pants; your favorite pair, yet youâd probably end up having to toss them out after your poor performance today. "I think a harp string could make a fine garrote in the right hands."
Astarionâs laughter rings out clearly, and your heart skips a beat unbeknownst to you. "Dully noted. Fortunately for the both of us, weâre stripped of any weaponry in our current pinnacle."
Your eyes roll, running a hand through your disheveled, sweat-slick hair and adjusting your posture to the one he had taught you: one foot forward, back straight.
"Again," you demand, squaring your shoulders. If he wanted to mock you, fineâ but you wouldnât go down without a proper fight.
Astarionâs eyes widen, but his smirk never falters. He sighs in faux exasperation but quickly matches your posture. "So eager to be tossed into the dirt again, darling."
Your face flashes with heat at his painfully languid remark, your mind going places it probably shouldnât. You knew the pet names were simply an inherent part of his vocabulary and that he used them generously, with everyone, yet a part of you liked to imagine they were reserved for you, and you only.
âTry me again,â you reply curtly, lowering your gaze as you feel the tension sprawling through your aching body.
He shoots you an arrogant smirk, his gaze penetrating your soul with an intensity you didnât think possible. He bares his fangs, licking over his bottom lip lazily. âLetâs see it, then.â
Astarion approaches, but this time, youâre ready. As he moves to close the distance, you anticipate the first jab, ducking low before he can catch you off-guard. You dart to the side, aiming a swift thrust toward his midsection. Itâs clumsy and unpracticed, but it seems to work.
Your fist connects with his toned stomach. He topples off-balance, but only for a fleeting second. His reflexes are too sharp, too honed through his century-long life for you to overcome with your pitiful attempt.
He catches himself with a graceful pivot, turning the stumble into a curt spin that has him facing you once more.
"Fast learner, are we?" he muses, watching you closely through his fists. "I might actually have to try now."
"Donât flatter yourself," you shoot back, heart racing. At that moment, you recognize you canât win. Not this time, probably not the next. But you donât want to forfeit, even if it means enduring a day or two of terrible muscle soreness.
Every sidestep, every deflected blow, brings you closer, the air between you growing heavy with static. You arenât sure if itâs the heat of the fight or the dangerous proximity, but you can feel itâan irresistible, undeniable pull.
"Careful now," Astarion purrs as you barely miss his face with a rugged swing. He catches your wrist, holding it tight as he leans in, breath ghosting over your ear. "You wouldnât want to harm me, would you?"
You swallow hard, your body tensing under his tight grip. The closeness is intoxicating, but you force yourself to stay focused, pushing back against the growing heat in your chest.
"Maybe I would." You donât.
For a moment, neither of you move. The world seems to narrow, the charged atmosphere thick with tacit suspense. You can feel your pulse hammering in your throat, senses sharp, attuned to every breath he takes as they intermingle with yours.
"Darling," a dramatic pout creeps onto his lips, only to be replaced by a sly grin seconds later. You feel his grip on your wrist loosening just enough for you to slip free. Itâs a calculated move, once he grants you himself. "You wound me with your words."
You take a step back, breathless. This isnât over, not by a long shot, yet your muscles fight against that thought. They scream at you with pain, worn and stretched by what feels like hours of sparring.
âSounds like youâre the one trying to wound me,â you taunt, shooting him a lowered gaze. âWhyâd you take me out here? Trying to make your next kill less obvious?â
The vampire had insisted you two train away from the bustle of camp, even if it meant missing out on tonightâs feast. While the rest of your companions enjoyed the finest ale Baldurâs Gate could offer, you were stuck trying to prove something to your crush.
Astarion's grin widens, his eyes flashing with amusement as he takes a slow, calculated step forward. âNow, now,â he purrs, voice dripping with mock innocence. âIf I wanted you dead, you wouldnât have seen it comingâ no need for childish theatrics.â
You hold his gaze, refusing to let him see the slight tremble in your legs from the strain of the sparringâor maybe itâs from something else entirely, you canât be sure. You know heâs dangerous, that this game youâve been playing with him has always had its sharp edges. But thereâs something about that edge, about the way he dances so easily between teasing and threatening, that weakens your knees and makes you breathless every damn time.
"Then why are we here?" you challenge, taking a step back to match his forward one. Your voice is steady, but your pulse is hammering in your throat. The woods feel like a world apart from camp, the sounds of chatter distant as you sit in your isolated little bubble of the world. âItâs a little⌠intimate, donât you think?â
Astarion tilts his head, studying you with a curious twinkle in his crimson eyes. âThat sharp tongue again,â he says quietly, âDo you truly believe Iâd go through all the trouble of bringing you out here just to end you? If I wanted your death, Iâd make it enjoyable for both of us.â
Your breath catches at his words. His words drip with venom, but somewhere deep down, in the depths of his blackened heart, you swear you feel an instance of temptation.
âWhatâs the game then?â you ask, holding his gaze despite the anxiety twisting in your chest. âBecause by the Gods, I know you love those.â
Astarionâs smirk softens, but the intensity in his eyes never falters. He steps closer again, until thereâs barely any space between you, his presence intoxicating. âMaybe I just wanted to see what youâre capable of,â he murmurs, his voice low and velvety. âMaybe I wanted to see how far youâd let me push you before you push back.â
His hand hovers near yours, fingers brushing lightly against your skin, but he doesnât make full contact.
âAnd maybe,â he continues, leaning in just enough that his breath grazes your cheek, âIâm curious what could happen once we both stop playing.â
Your heart is racing now, and youâre not sure if itâs the adrenaline from the sparring or the charged air between you thatâs making your head spin a hundred miles an hour.
âYouâll never know,â you murmur, meeting his gaze with a boldness you donât quite feel. âBecause Iâm not backing down from this.â
His grin widens at your rebellion, and with a swift, fluid motion, the manâs playful smirk turns into a vicious one. Before you can react, he spins you around, movements smooth and practiced, making you lose your balance.
Your back hits his chest, and within seconds he wraps one arm around your neck in a tight headlockâ his grip is firm, but not painful. Your mind strays to his other arm, feeling it press against your waist to keep you securely against him.
âSuch a feisty little thing,â he purrs into your ear, his breath warm against your sweat-slick skin.
You struggle against his hold, trying to twist free, but his grip is relentless. âFuck you,â you manage to scowl, though the words are strained by the pressure on your throat.
Astarion chuckles softly, and you feel it reverberate through your body. âOh, she bites back,â he teases, his voice a dark, seductive buzz. âAre you taunting me, darling?â
You try to shift your weight, to find a way out of the headlock, but his grip doesnât waver. âYouâre projecting,â you growl breathlessly.
âAnd youâre persistent,â he replies, âSuits you well.â
You feel a warmth spread through your belly, tickling your nerve endings and making your thighs squeeze. You thank the Gods he canât see your flustered face right now.
And suddenly, he releases. Not fully, but his grip weakens enough to allow you a moment to slip out again, stumbling over your own feet as you face him.
âHereâs your second freebie,â he chuckles, getting into position again. âCareful, next one might come at a price.â
âLike I need a third one,â
You recalibrate, then in the spur of the moment, pounce. Your arms extend as they barrel toward him. His eyes widen, but he manages to catch them mid-air; his hands clasping into yours and pushing against you.
âFair strategy,â he commends, and you sense it might at least be partially earnest. âDesperate, but fair.â
You strain against him, breath hitching when he periodically pushes back. Whenever he does, you feel his gaze boring into you with a crazed intensity.
Then, you try not to think about the fact your digits fit together really damn wellâ and fail. Take what you can get, right?
âWhatâs wrong, my dear?â he sneers, slender fingers tightening around your palm. He leans in, your chests threatening to collide. âGetting distracted?â
You grit your teeth, leaning in with your full body weight, but he barely budges. âYou wish,â you shoot back breathlessly.
âI feel it,â he corrects in a whisper, leaning in just enough that his lips hover dangerously close to your ear. âItâs in your eyes. Youâre not even thinking about our little lesson anymore, are you?â
Your breath hitches at his words, the undoubted truth in them cutting through the haze in your mind. Heâs right. The bet, your lesson âsomewhere along the lines, your sparring posture went lax. All that matters to you now is the palpable closeness, your hands in his, and his hot, idle breath on your neck. Your throat threatens to cast a strained groan, but you withhold.
âIââ you start to protest, but your voice falters. His chest is now pressed flush against yours, pushing you forward.
âAdmit it,â he murmurs, his voice low, seductive. âAnd Iâll let you win.â
Your hands tremble in the small space they lock with his, the smoldering red of his gaze telling you he knows exactly what heâs doingâhow his actions leave you a mess in body and soul.
âI wonât, Iâ I canât,â you manage to stutter, but the words sound weak and unconvincing even to your own weary ears.
He chuckles softly, the sound reverberating through you like a slow current. âLiar,â he whispers, and you catch a glimpse of his pearly fangs in your hazed peripherals. âNot a good one, either. Another thing I should school you on.â
Your eyes roll, but the implication accelerates the growing tension within your guts. âJust how generous you are.â
His head tilts gradually, and you go pale as you catch his tongue running along the length of his bottom lip.
âNo, darling,â he purrs, âI havenât shown you generous just yet.â
And then, you catch his eyes darkening. Thereâs a certain mania to them when they widen, pupils blown out like a catâs when he suddenly pushes firmly against you. Your feet stumble backward, staring into him as a wild grin plasters on his face.
You yelp when you lose balance, lips ajar and eyes closed shut as you feel your back crash into something soft, or at least, soft enough to leave you un-bruised.
When your eyes flutter open, heâs on top of you. You study his broad shoulders, the pale neck between them, and finally let your half-lidded gazes connect in a silent, tension-filled juncture.
The ambiance of dusk quiets down to a soft murmur, crickets chirping in the distance as his strong body hovers inches above you, hands placed firmly around your wrists to successfully lock you in place.
âSeems to me youâve lost our little bet,â he purrs out, and your breath hitches as one of his legs slides between yours, slowly inching to put a distance between your knees.
All you can do is stare up at him hungrily, desperately, drinking in his weathered features and pray heâd let you run your fingers through his flaxen locks at some point in the night.
âNo clever retort? Thatâs not the little bard I know and love,â he teases, and your hips almost buck into him at that one word. You know he doesnât mean it, yet your teeth still clench when your body jolts in response to his familiar lilt.
âYouâre playing dirty,â you finally breathe out, cringing at how strained your voice sounds as you lie under his weight.
âNo one ever said this would be a clean game,â he retorts, his crimson gaze boring into you before gradually disappearing into your neck.
His lips hover over your skin, hot breath tickling the soft spot near your pulse point as you gasp quietly. You feel him hesitate, arms tensing and releasing over your own as if soaked in apprehension. You strain your muscles, eyes shutting in preparation for the inevitable, sharp bite coming onto your poor vein. Gods, was this his plan all along?
But then, you feel the grip on your wrists loosen.
Your eyes flutter open, and you quickly catch the tousled white locks in your neck as the vampire looms over you.
âHereâs your chance to run,â he hitches, and somehow he sounds just as out of breath as you do.
You lie on the blanket of moss, chest heaving and gaze tracing languidly over the treeline as you feel your body go limp. Heâs giving you one last opt-out before⌠before something happens, be it a bloody massacre or... Or?
Your mind shrieks at you: take advantage, prove yourself on top in this stupid betâ but the little voice in your heart urges you to stay under his firm body; find out if your instincts rang true after all.
You stay. Not only that, but you let your hands slip out of his, one of them snaking down his shoulder while the other runs through his waves. Theyâre silky, and soft, and when you catch a whiff of rosemary in the air, your grip tightens.
âAstarion,â you whisper, voice surprisingly steady as your heart beats a constant rhythm into the space between you.
His body jerks abruptly, albeit subtly, and you feel him smirkingâ smilingâ into the soft flesh of your neck. âSo I was right, after all.â
His face withdraws from you slightly, the residual condensation of his warm breath leaving you shivering. You catch his gaze, half-lidded and scanning your expression with apt concentration.
âFeisty, spirited little thing,â he continues, inching towards you again.
Your stiff body jerks, grazing against him as your shaky hand snakes to his cheek. You cradle it gently but with urgency, and thereâs a beat of silence before you finally understand what to do.
You inhale softly, catch his questioning gaze, and crash your lips onto his.
He groans softly when you meet in the middle, lowering himself with his arms. Your chest thrums with the beat of your heart, shooting waves of dopamine down your worn spine.
When you feel his nimble hand on your jaw, your lips part with a sigh. He matches your buzz with his own self-satisfied murmur, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb.
You smile. Heâs sweet and bitter, and you whine gently into the kiss when you recognize brandy on his tongue.
This is what youâve been waiting for all these lonesome months.
The culmination dawns on you like a powerful current, making your eyes squeeze and your hands tremble in his waves.
He seems to notice your tremor, but instead of slowing down or (Gods forbid) stopping, he dives deeper. You moan into his mouth as he wriggles a hand around your waist, holding you close to his hips and suddenly, you feel a steady pressure grinding into your crotch.
The movement is slow, precise, practiced. His hips buff into yours in a controlled rhythm, making you sense his already taut erection through the thick material of his linen pants.
âDo you get it now, darling?â he murmurs, breaking the kiss to stare lazily into your glassy eyes. âLook what you do to me.â
His hand snakes to your blouse, and before you can register whatâs happening, you hear three ivory buttons pop off followed by the cool, evening breeze tickling your heated skin. You donât need to open your eyes to know your nipples are standing taut in the chilly air, yet the image makes you redden.
âHowâ how unceremonious,â you croak out, moaning softly when his large hand begins palming at your right breast.
His thumb and forefinger squeeze at your erect nipple, toying with it in smooth, tactile movements and relishing the way his name sounds coming out of your kiss-swollen lips.
âMm, forgive me,â he chuckles darkly, planting a quick, ardent kiss on your lips before lowering his face to your chest. His tongue licks a slow, tender strip up your sternum before he looks up to smile at you; itâs a genuine look of satisfaction, untouched by the plague that is his faux arrogance. âIâll make sure to be good next time.â
âNext time?â
You look at him lazily, gaze puzzled and lips ajar to ask but he doesnât even offer you the chance. His hand dips from your tits to the band of your pants, sliding underneath it with his finger, the coolness of his skin making you gasp.
His mouth assaults your other nipple with sucks, nibbles, and gentle bites, making you mewl under him as his hand continues to travel down the soft flesh of your thigh. He rubs it gently, lovingly, starting under your hip and slowly stroking his way toward the inner region, where youâre most sensitive.
âDivine,â he mumbles against your chest, pressing a kiss to your rib. âSo divine.â
His free palm moves to your exposed belly, massaging it gently. You sigh at the slow, consistent pressure, moving your trembling hand to the back of his neck.
When your one eye pops open in curiosity, you see him snug against your body, face contorted with empathic fixation as he labors down your body. Itâs intimate, yes, but also⌠loving. His tongue is warm against your breast, and his palms caress your skin with slow, delicate strokes; the same hands youâve seen wield blood-soaked daggers and longbows.
He runs two digits along the stretchy fabric of your bottoms, lip caught between his teeth. He catches you staring and smirks up at you.
âEnjoying yourself?â he husks out, and youâre desperate enough to nod wordlessly.
He chuckles at your enthusiasm, hand smoothing down the waistband of your panties that peers from behind your bottoms. Not even your cutest pair, but oh well. He doesnât even seem to notice, as his digits play with the elastic.
Youâre already so exposed, but nothing can prepare you for what he does next.
With a few more kisses to your breasts, he tugs at the two waistbands, pulling down your pants and panties in one go.
The material slides off your legs and you hiss out, feeling the coolness caress your slick core. Your hands instinctively reach to cover up, but youâre stopped in your tracks by a strong grasp around your wrist.
âOh no, no,â He looks up at you with an arched eyebrow, and somehow, despite his collected mien, you catch a soft dusting of pink across his cheekbones. âDonât you dare deny me this view. Not after Iâve waited for so long.â
Your face heats up at the brazen comment, but that only seems to draw him closer. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, and he takes the hint immediately.
You connect in a heated kiss, and this time, Astarion is the one groaning against you. You work in tandem, like a gentle, effortless dance, heavy breaths intermingling in a sweet symphony of hums and sighs whenâŚ
You feel a touch against your heat. The contact is almost impalpable, yet your eyes flutter open in shock as the manâs fingers trace over your slit.
He withdraws from your kiss, hovering inches from your lips with a soft smile.
âSâunfair,â you slur, gazing up at him with a pleasure-drunken gaze. He exhales loudly, and you gasp. His fingers dip in, rubbing slow circles around your clit. âYouâ Godsââ
âYeah? Tell me,â he taunts lowly, continuing his torturously languid movements with a devious smirk plastered on his perfect face. âWhatâs got you so bothered, my sweet?â
He dips down, teasing your entrance with his index. You pant softly at the prolonged stimulation, trying your damn best to stay focused on furrowing your eyebrows in mock anger.
âGot me so exposed andââ you trail tensely as his finger probes your entrance. ââAnd youâre still in your damn clothes.â
He hums in acknowledgment, but you doubt heâs even listening to you by how he surveys your body, bottom lip caught between his fangs. âIâm about to show you âgenerousâ, like I promised.â
And then, he bottoms out. You moan, feeling two of his digits sliding into you, the slickness of your opening making it an easy feat.
You squeeze around him, and he pumps into you once, then twice for good measure. The sound of his movements is unbelievably and utterly obscene, making your stomach knot in delight.
âSo wet already,â he purrs through a smirk, watching you writhe under him, âDonât tell me our little sparring session got you this bothered.â
You roll your eyes, thighs squeezed tight around his wrist as you move your hips in tandem with his rhythm.
âCome on, talk to me,â he taunts again, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek and letting his fingers fuck you in a steady, purposeful rhythm. âNowâs not the time to get coy.â
He switches gears, stopping his movement so he can curl his fingers inside you. He presses against the sweet spot, his thumb reaching to simultaneously rub slow circles against your swollen clit.
You cry out at the newfound pressure, the warmth in your belly twisting into a vortex of fiery delight.
âIââ you mewl against him, wrapping your fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt. âIâm gonnaâ c-cumââ
His movements quicken at your desperate words, digits working hard against your favorite spot.
âCum then, my darling,â he taunts firmly, his free hand roaming under your jaw and holding it in place. âCum for me. Let meâ let me look at you, sweet thing.â
Your glassy eyes struggle to focus on his face, but once they do, he hits something white-hot inside you.
His lips crash desperately onto yours, but you struggle to kiss him back through the blinding pleasure of your climax. It thunders down your legs, up your belly, making you cry out against his mouth as everything melts away into a wonderful oblivion.
The last thing you see before your muscles go lax is red.
He rubs your clit methodically through your high, letting you ride it out peacefully as he burrows into your neck again.
When your breath steadies, you feel his fingers slowly withdraw. The emptiness that follows makes you cry out softly, helplessly watching as the man runs his palms up and down your sides.
He presses a soft, soothing kiss against your swollen lips, and you canât help but glare when you see that heâs still fully dressed, even after your heated orgasm.
He catches your pouting and raises an eyebrow.
âYes, darling?â he purrs, pulling away to take you all in. Youâre caught speechless when his hungry gaze scans down your nude body; starting at your smitten face and ending with a lingering glimpse at your spent pussy.
âPlease,â you mewl out, raking your hands down his clothed abs. âGodsâ Please take these off, I canâtââ
He does.
His hands momentarily withdraw from around you, and with a swift, deft move, he tosses his shirt off.
The silken cloth comes flying into the night like a phantasmal figure, and you watch it catch onto a stray branch to your right.
Your gaze skims hungrily down his sculpted body, watching his muscles tense and release with every little movement. Yes, youâve seen him shirtless before, yet the context of your current predicament somehow makes it feel like itâs the first time all over again.
Unbeknownst to you, his hands work at his bottoms, swiftly unbuttoning the waistband and letting it sit loose against his hips. You catch a soft, white trail against the edge of his undergarments, leading down to a straining, tented mess below.
Your hand reaches out absent-mindedly, still drunk off the high of your climax and so, so desperate to finally feel him for yourself.
âNot so fast, darling,â he scolds, gently slapping your hand away and letting it wither at your side.
âLet me touch you,â you retort desperately, but he only chuckles as his fingers begin working at his waistband.
âYou lost our bet,â he explains, sliding a thumb under the elastic and letting it lower. You catch the very base of his straining erection, and that taunting alone makes you gasp. âGives me the upper hand.â
âSays who?â you hiss under your breath, failing to give him the glare he deserves as your eyes bore into his.
He gives you a once over, gaze drawing languidly over your exposed body, and only then does the extent of your nudity finally dawn on you.
âDonât make me laugh.â
You shift under him, shimmying within the small space he allows, and he takes your brief distraction as a moment to unravel his pants completely. They drop to the ground behind you, leaving him in his undergarments, and you bite your lip at how dangerously lax they sit around his hips.
âI think Iâve left you waiting long enough,â he mutters, and your lips go ajar.
The thumb hooked into his briefs starts sliding down his waist, lower and lower until youâre finally even in terms of undressâ and youâre ever so starstruck by the sight of his bulging cock hovering over your belly. It stands thick and taut within armâs reach and you find the fact makes your mouth water.
Then, before you can think of touching him, you feel him place either hand below your knees. He looks up at you with a sly smirk, and you gasp softly when he pushes your thighs flat against your torso, feet in the air and scandalously exposed in front of him.
âYouâre playing with me,â you mutter breathlessly, hissing as you feel his length stroking against your inner thigh.
His arms compress you tighter as you feel him lowering, the underside of his cock slapping against your tummy. The gasp that leaves your throat at the sudden contact widens your eyes, and he catches your gaze with his self-satisfied one.
âDo you like that Iâm playing with you?â he follows up without a beat, his hips rutting forward. The movement is gentle, yet the pressure is enough to make you whine out in desperationâ itâs also the only answer you manage to choke up for him before his cock slides between your wet folds.
âA-Ahâ you fuckingâ fucking prick,â you hiss at the vampire, and so he bears his fangs at you through a wide grin. You find that it makes your breath hitch even amidst your despair.
âNow, now,â he reprimands, words syrupy, âbold words coming from someone so vulnerable.â
His nails dig into the soft flesh of your legs as he slides back and forth, taking meticulous care so that the head of his cock butts against your clit with every dip. The stimulation feels electric, and soon enough, you feel your still-sensitive body ramp up with heated energy for a second time this night.
A minute passes, yet it feels like an eternity. The air between you is thick with tension and the soft, repetitive harmony of your strained moans and his little gasps. You watch his eyes close in concentration, and despite his otherwise relaxed facade, you can tell heâs struggling to resist you by the way his eyebrows knit in the middle.
âFuck me,â you breathe out, one of your hands extending to claw at his withholding forearm.
When your gazes meet, he looks surprisingly spent; eyes glassed-over, mouth ajar, and the slightest hint of sweat glazing his pale forehead. You realize that his domineering act seemed to come at the expense of his stamina: a resource you had slowly replenished in your comfortable position.
âNotâ not yet, darling,â he hitches out, but the words appear tender and helpless to your trained ears. âIâ I want to enjoy thisâ enjoy youââ
Your grip on his forearm tightens, making the bucking of his hips stutter. His eyebrow raises at your touch, but before he can shoot you a witty comment, youâre pushing him forward.
It happens within seconds.
Your knees straighten, feet slamming into his abdomen. He coughs at the sudden, unexpected impact, and you take the opportunity to grab tight onto his forearms. He falls backward, and just before his spine hits the soil beneath, you use the momentum to push yourself onto him.
When his eyes flutter open, youâre straddling his waist.
He blinks in brief confusion, surveying his surroundings before the crimson gaze finally turns to you.
He surveys your face, and you let him. The moment is like a silent meditation, heavy breaths intermingling as he takes your raw beauty in; the longing in your eyes, the soft dusting of pink across your nose, and ultimately, the plush of your lips he had ravaged mere moments ago.
Next, he moves to your body. His eyes scan down your taut nipples, down your tummy, and to the softness of your thighs squeezing his midriff to the ground. When he reaches the junction between your bodies, your hips buck as if on instinct.
âMy, just how courageous we are,â he purrs under you, hands reaching to rub down the outside of your thighs. âI wouldnât be so nice about your dirty tricks if I didnât find this view thoroughly delectable.â
You shiver at his honeyed words, yet your gaze stays determined on him. Your palms go to rest atop his, marveling at the eccentric softness of his knuckles and the polarizing edge of the nails.
âNo one ever said this would be a clean game,â you grin playfully, rocking your hips back to feel his hard length against the curve of your ass. When a soft hiss escapes his lips, you feel your ego inflate. âSound familiar?â
His eyes roll, but the grin creeping onto his lips deceives him immediately.
His head tilts at you, fangs bearing in the soft moonlight. âYouâre trouble.â
The mischief of your smile spins into a warm fondness. Your cheeks warm, and your heart swells, but you donât quite understand why. âOh how rich that is coming from you.â
And then youâre rising on your knees, hips hovering over his throbbing erection. Your palms connect, digits intertwining with his as you lower yourself onto him.
You test the waters first, letting his tip brush over your slit with feather-like touches. You hum gently at the teasing pleasure, and so does Astarion.
When you feel your tummy tightening with anticipation, you dive in. With a light shimmy, you line your hips with his, and with more desperation than you planned, you slide down.
You both hiss as the head of his cock penetrates you, the stretch making your palm tighten against his. You bend at the knees, eyes rolling into the back of your head at the delicious sensation of being filled to the brim after such a long, lonesome time.
Finally, you let your hips slam against his. The sudden, harsh movement makes you gasp out into the tantric air as his tip pokes against your womb. The dull pain quickly shifts into a flat, resonant pleasure, and you waste no time.
Your hips begin to buck against his, building a slow, steady rhythm until youâre confidently riding your vampire lover with a self-satisfied smirk on your lips.
Each thrust makes you mewl, moan, and cry out into the night, that pleasant angle of his cock hitting that same spot his fingers did just minutes ago.
His head rolls back into the ground, and with the remnants of his energy, he issues an occasional, quick rut into you. As itâs rare, you decide to savor it. You squeeze around him with the thrusts, and soon, you feel yourself running out of breath.
âIâ I could let you do this forâhellsâ forever,â he hisses out, and suddenly, you feel his hands unclasp from yours and snake around your waist. âWhere have you been all these centuries?â
Your upper body is dragged forward, your tits colliding with his toned chest when he pulls you into a tight, possessive embrace.
You gasp at the warmth between you, and your eyebrows soon furrow when you realize the position limits your hip movement. As youâre forced into a pause from your delirious riding, his lips crash onto yours.
Your tongues share a private, slack dance, heads tilting to adjust as you both hum and groan into the fiery kiss. You attempt to rut into him, and soon enough he gets the hint.
Keeping you immobilized against his chest, his hips pound up into you. The first few smacks are scandalously loud, and you revel in the newfound angle.
Youâre lost in him, completely and utterly. When he moans, you respond with a humâ when his embrace tightens around you, you kiss him harder.
The familiar, fiery heat in your tummy bubbles up again. You feel it amp up, grow, and send jolts up your spine when suddenly, youâre being pushed up. When your eyes flutter open, you catch his still closed.
His chest stays firm against yours as he positions you upright, letting you straddle his hips as youâre both left sitting in the soft patch of grass and wildflowers.
With your body regaining its mobility, you start grinding against him again. The position allows for a deliciously intimate closeness, his cock burrowing deep into you as you resume riding him.
The pressure within you grows, emerging as a knotâ threatening to unravel with every other thrust. Your clit rubs against the base of his groin, amplifying the pleasure into a sensation youâve long forgotten about.
âA-Astarionââ you mewl out between kisses, and his hot breath tickles your face when he chuckles.
âCum for me,â he sighs out, and the assertion comes off soft and pleading as it settles into the groves of your heart.
âO-Okayâ I⌠Iââ
He tightens his hold on your waist with one hand, as the other moves to cradle your cheek. His touch is unbelievably delicate and affectionate, and out of all the stimulation he had so graciously provided you this night, itâs that soft touch that sends you over the edge.
Your lips connect in one last kiss, and you moan throatily into his mouth. Your hips still, thighs squeezing as your pussy tightens around his cock in a moment of pure bliss. The steadily rising pressure in your belly finally tips over, sending a wave of bliss down your entire being.
Still, he keeps moving. You almost want to scream against him as his hips begin pounding into you again, the soft slaps quickening as he slowly peaks with you.
Withdrawing from the kiss to lean against your neck, he cums. Hard.
Your slowly declining climax seems to slam the gas pedal as you feel him release deep into you, the warmth spreading through your body like a genial embrace, a fact that makes him groan loudly against your mouth. Your breath stills in your throat, before finally releasing into a long, guttural moanâ it echoes into the night, and your vision blurs.
White-hot bliss envelops your body, and you melt into Astarionâs for solace. You feel him grip you, caress your face, kiss away your adrenaline-fueled tears, and pant softly against your lips as your pussy spasms again.
Your orgasm envelops you in slow, pulsating waves as it withdraws, and youâre soon left huffing into the vampireâs flaxen locks. You think you hear him speak, but the ringing in your ears is too potent to know for certain.
Then, as the ringing finally retires, you hear him whisper your name. Itâs a soft, patient call against the burning skin of your neck, one you commit to memory as youâre finally awarded your senses backâ if only partially.
The forest feels exceptionally silent as you fall into his arms. You recognize the soft chirp of crickets in the distance, perhaps a distant hoot of owls, but it all seems to blend into an indecipherable blur as exhaustion floods your system.
Your head falls into the crook of his neck, and your mind sinks into the soft, languid thumps of his heart. His hand caresses your back, and you sigh deeply.
You sit there for what feels like hours, drinking each other in. Youâve waited so long, and finally, youâre at easeâ itâs a feeling you wish to cherish, and if it wasnât for the pesky passage of time, youâd choose to stay in this damned forest for eons; with him.
You feel him shift against you. His hands withdraw from your waist, and he whispers softly against you. âCome, my love.â
You hum in disagreement, face burrowing deeper into him. Yes, rosemary and brandyâ now itâs clear to you.
He exhales sharply, and you smile into his neck. He waits for a beat, before placing a soft kiss to your temple. âWait here.â
You nod gently and finally allow him to withdraw. The separation makes you sigh, your body shivering in the newfound cold of the night, but you persevere. In the longing to hold on to the moment for a little longer, you keep your eyes closed and hope heâll return before you open them again.
You hear him shuffle around, walking from left to right, before finally returning to face you. âHands up,â he mutters softly, and you do as youâre told in your pleasure-drunken stupor.
You feel him drape something silken over your sweat-slick body, the soft material draping your hips before coming to a stop at your thighs. When you breathe in, you immediately realize itâs not your shirt, so you grin.
When youâre comfortably wrapped up, he leans in. Once you finally sense the familiar warmth of his chest, you lean against his shoulder and breathe in his scent.
Youâre surprised he does this for you. Tenderness is not exactly something youâd connect with a man of his past, of his skill. Yet, when his hands move to rest under your knees and back, you donât resist.
He lifts you off the ground, letting your fatigued frame rest against him. He takes it upon himself to get you back to camp, safe and sound, and only slightly perturbed.
You drink in everything you can, letting yourself be greedy for once. The steadiness of his breath, his warm chest, the crinkling of leaves under his feetâ itâs an image you swear to place, no matter what difficulties might threaten to befall you in the future.
And heâs silent up until you reach the campgrounds. The chatter of dinnertime has long died down, and when you open your eyes, you spot the crackling embers of firelight flickering away among a circle of stones. The flames cast a soft, warm light onto the closed tents, and you revel in the intimacy of the moment.
âEveryone met their bedtime while weâve been naughty sneaking out,â he murmurs with a chuckle, and you close your eyes hurriedly in hopes of feigning slumber. Still, you canât help the smile that creeps onto your face at his brazen comment.
You reach the outskirts and finally spot his tent just below an old, sturdy oak tree. You recall the talks you had out front so many times before, back when your feelings were just sparks of something much stronger and much, much warmer.
He crouches down and with an unsurprising agility climbs into the little shelter with you still in his arms. You lie slack against him, letting his arms lay you gently onto his woolen mat. You melt into the warmth almost immediately, sighing out dreamily when you feel his presence beside you.
Itâs silent for a moment, and when your eyes finally flutter open, you catch him staring at you. His gaze is thoughtful but warm, lingering over your form with a certain glimmer.
âI guess itâs official, then,â you sigh out, closing your eyes again and letting a lazy smile drift over your features.
He pauses for a moment, then clears his throat. âWhat⌠what is?â
You chuckle softly at his awkward tone, shifting to the side and letting one of your eyes pop open to glance at him.
âMy victory,â you state matter-of-factly before quickly shifting to your other side, facing away from him just to let a satisfied grin creep onto your face.
You donât witness it, but his expression goes from tense, to disconcerted, to irritated in a matter of seconds. His eyes roll, and you suddenly feel a flat slap against your ass.
âWoah there, hey!â you gasp, followed by a cheeky giggle. Your head turns to face him from your comfortable position, and you catch him mirroring your grin.
âQuiet, now,â he commands softly, pivoting to lie beside you. His arm comes over your waist, pulling you into his chest. âBetâs over, darling. Iâm sorry to say, but youâve not proven yourself capable. Shame, really.â
You blow a raspberry through your smile and shimmy closer to him, your body melting perfectly into hisâ a fact that has you near to falling asleep.
âShame indeed. The look on your face was priceless when you ate dirt,â you shrug nonchalantly, âAt least thatâs the version Iâll be telling everyone come morning.â
He scoffs, the low rumble of it vibrating against your back, but his arm only tightens around you. You feel his face in your hair, breathing in your scent.
âIf you do that, I might just have to kill you,â he mutters, but despite the intensity of the words, his voice is soft and loving against your head. His hand drifts to your belly, fingers tracing lazy circles against the soft skin there.
âYou would never.â
Heâs silent for a beat. Your lips open to build on your clever retort before you feel his sharp exhale on your neck.
âSleep, darling,â he reprimands, squeezing your midriff gently.
You sigh contentedly, your lips brushing against the pillow as you settle deeper into his embrace. The tent is cocooned in warmth, but you feel the cool kiss of the evening breeze filtering in through the small opening at the entrance. Outside, the campfire crackles faintly, the last embers glowing like distant stars before fading into fine ash.
As you drift closer to sleep, wrapped in the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the world around you blurs into the peaceful haze of near-dreams.
Just as the veil of slumber begins to pull you under, you feel his lips press against your hair, a soft whisper brushing against your skin.
âAs long as I'll live, I never could.â
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Can I request a spicy fic of reader suggesting to Astarion that they should play a 'prey and hunter' game in the woods, Astarion gives reader a head start. Eventually he catches up & he can't hold back his need to feed from his little love.
"Run. Rabbit, Run."
Triggers for prey/predator style roleplay? Blood drinking. Brief breeding kink. Come swallowing. Squirting. Very rough on Astarion's part but it's all good cuz safe words have been established :p
Note: Just know my simp ass is thriving. I'm sorry. My tism-hyperfixated on a white-haired anime boy again. Also I absolutely wrote this as Ranger!Tav x Astarion.
Astarion raised a brow at her suggestion. There was an undeniable thrill in his body. His voice lowered as they stepped into the woods. "Are you sure? I amâŚfaster than you."
His eyes darted to your neck, licking his lips eagerly.
"Which is why," Tav chuckled, stepping slowly from his hand. Her steps took her back towards the trees as she faced him. She was just as thrilled and excited about this game.
"You're going to give me a ten-second headstart," She finished with a grin.
"Or," He cooed, stepping closer. "A minute. One. Two."
Tav darted into the trees, disappearing into the fog. Astarion's count echoed tauntingly through the trees. She couldn't help her gleeful giggle as she began to tug at the buttons on her shirt.
"Fifty-twoâŚFifty-three," He hummed almost lazily.
Astarion could hear her heart thudding. He could hear her blood rushing. He could hear her feet trying desperately to be quiet as she darted over the foliage.
His heart thudded with excitement.
"Fifty-nine."
He could smell her arousal.
"Sixty."
Like a whip, he darted through the trees. He found the trail of her scent as his feet barely touched the ground. His eyes locked onto a branch as he ran by.
Her shirt was hanging from it, as well as her undershirt.Â
Astarion couldn't help the smirk as his pace increased. Her scent filled his senses. His mouth watered as he closed in. He barely saw her before he had her pinned to the forest floor.
Tav grunted when she was slammed to the ground, a hand sliding under her head to protect her from harm. He was on her, pressing his body into her as she stood with her torso bare to the world.
She let out a laughing sigh as his fangs latched onto her. His legs were keeping hers spread over his lap, grinding into her as he drank deeply.
His moan filled her ears. He pressed himself into her as his hands fumbled to undo her trousers and yank them away quickly.
Astarion quickly pulled his fangs away and licked at the wounds as her trousers bunched at her thighs. He folded her legs back and bent his head, tongue finding her folds.
"Fuck, Star!" She moaned quietly, writhing.
"Down, little rabbit," He snarled eagerly. "You're my hunt. Now I'll devour you entirely."
His tongue shoved into her needy hole. Her eyes fluttered and rolled back at the assault as she writhed on the forest floor, letting him take control of her.
Astarion's hands clutched the backs of her thighs, keeping her in place as he ate her out. He moaned as he tasted her, enjoying the flavor of her before his fangs found her leg.
Tav let out a low moan as she shook and rocked her his down. He drank from her leg before pulling away. His tongue lapped over the wound before returning to her cunt.
"Oh gods, Astarion," She moaned, arching off the ground.
His chest swelled in pride as he listened to her moans. It was like she fueled his hunger. He couldn't tell which he was starved more of; her blood or her essence.
Astarion pulled away, quickly shoving down his pants. "My darling," He groaned as he stroked himself.
He slid in slowly, relishing in her soft moan as he held her to him. "That's it, Darling," He groaned, feeling how tight she was around him.Â
They stayed like that a long moment, relishing in the feeling of their connection. He was pressing deep into her, watching her pant and moan lowly.
"That's my good girl," He whispered, cupping her face and kissing her as he began to thrust slowly.
Tav's eyes rolled back as she arched off the ground.
"Look at youâsuch a good girl. You tried to run," He chuckled softly as he made sure to steady his movements. He relished in the way she writhed under him. "Darling," He growled, almost in warning. "What's the magic word?"
Magic word. Their rule. If she so much as uttered the word, everything would stop. She established it after they became a couple, insisting the word was for his use to ensure his comfort and safety.
"Stake," She whispered, cupping his face. "Star, please. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
How could he say no to her pathetic whining face?
"So good for me," He praised as he began to thrust hard into her.
Astarion grunted as he moved hard against her body, relishing in the way she writhed under him and moaned his name. Her eyes kept fixated on his as he watched her expressions.
She was completely lost in him. No longer was she the guarded ranger who composed herself to fight their enemies. Here in the forest, beneath a vampire, she was a woman in love with him.
"Fuck, I love you," He moaned, kissing her as he grinded into her. He smirked as she could only stutter and whine his name against his lips. "That's it, Darling. My good girl. Just let go for me."
He smirked as her eyes rolled back before hiding her face into his neck. He loved the way she lost herself in him. She always let him take control, always let him be the dominant. He just loved the way she submitted to him entirely, allowing him to treasure this vulnerability of hers.
"I-I love you too," She rasped out, shaking under him as he dragged out her orgasm. "I love you so much. Fuck, Star! Fuck, fuck, fuck." Astarion growled as he rutted into her, reaching down and rubbing her clit. He smirked as she began to squirt over his pelvis.
"That's a good rabbit," He praised. "Oh feel so good. So fucking wet," He moaned, angling his hips. He smirked as he bent, lips against her ear. "You know what little rabbits are good for? Hm? Do you, my good girl?"
She panted and moaned, cheeks hot with embarrassment as he began to taunt her. He was always a devil when it came to his words, she knew.
"I-IâAh!" She gasped as his thumb kept rubbing quick patterns.
"Breeding," He snarled into her ear as his fangs gripped her neck again. His teeth claimed her as he kept fucking into her, listening to her yelps of pleasure. "Fuck, Tav!" He groaned into her neck.
He thrust hard a few more times, dragging out her pleasure before quickly pulling out. His hand pumped a few times before her body moved. He was shocked by her swiftness but couldn't stop his moan as her lips wrapped around his cock.
Astarion quickly gripped her hair tight and thrust into her throat. "Fucking good girl," He groaned, biting his lip as he finally began to orgasm.
Tav's pupils were practically consuming her irises as she drank down his seed, bobbing her head and sucking eagerly. Her hands cupped her breasts, using them as a way to catch the drops that dripped down her chin.
Astarion shuddered and looked down at her. "Gods, look at you. So fucking perfect," He muttered affectionately as he smoothed her hair with his hands. "My good girl."
Her cheeks warmed as he pulled away, letting her swallow the last bit of his seed before panting and sitting on her heels.Â
His lips found her forehead before kissing her lips gently.
"So depraved," He muttered, smirking down at her. Her body was shaking as she knelt on the forest floor, pants bunched around her soaked thighs as his cum dripped onto her chest from her chin. "Such a messy girl."
Tav whimpered as his thumb swiped up his seed from her chin and pressed against her lips. He sighed happily as she sucked his thumb clean.
"Gods, I love you," He said happily, cupping her face. "Perfect little thing."
She smiled as he kissed her again. "I love you too, Star."
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Baldur's Gate (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gale/Tav (Baldur's Gate), Gale (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Gale (Baldur's Gate), Tav (Baldur's Gate), Shadowheart (Baldur's Gate) Additional Tags: Formalwear, "Christmas" (Simril) Party, holiday party, Drinking, Closet Sex, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Existential Crisis, Anxiety about aging, consensual drunk sex between a husband and wife who are obsessed with each other Series: Part 10 of First in My Heart Summary:
âHow many glasses of wine have you had, my love?â Tav thinks. âFour?â she guesses. No, that doesnât seem right. âMaybe five? Maybe more than that.â Gale nods sagely. âSo you are drunk. I suspected that could be the case.â Heâs onto something, but she wonât give him the satisfaction of knowing she thinks so. âI used to be able to drink that much and be completely fine!â âWelcome to middle age, my dear.â âOh, shut up.â âIâm feeling it as well,â Gale says, lifting his glass to her. âBut it seems Iâm somewhat less of a lightweight than you are.â He puts the glass to his lips and tosses the rest of it back. âHow long do you think weâre going to live?â Tav asks. Gale chokes as he swallows. âWhat?â
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Could I request headcanons for Gale, Halsin, Wyll, and Astarion with touch starved gn s/o?
I ended up rewriting these a few times but I hope you enjoy reading it! Last Bullet point is NSFW!
Haarlep and Raphael with thouch starved S/O HERE
HalsinÂ
Halsin would never say you were obvious, but figuring out you were touched starved was relatively easy to tell. Especially with the game you were playing, it was clear after the nth time you asked for healing from him from a mere paper cut on your finger. Though, could anyone really blame you? After spending so much time on the road, with no friendly touch for weeks, then when Halsin came to your aid to heal you from a particularly nasty hit from a goblin, That was the start of it, the aching for him; you had been healed by others before butâŚnobody did healing like Halsin. Most healers hover their hands over you, but Halisn would hold you, pressing his large but tender hands to your skin, letting his healing magic flow through from him to you; the touch would send tingling shivers through you; some would argue that it was from the magicâŚBut you knew it was from his touch. Halsin was more than willing to help heal you every time; in fact, the consent wanting his touch helped you two connect. Halsin hoped you would confess you wanted him to hold you one day. But you never did. So when you came for healing from your âterribly painful stomach ache,â he knew he would have to make the first move. âI think I know the perfect solution to your problem,â he whispered before he wrapped you in a tight hug; every ache and pain melted away from his touch. It is truly the perfect medicine anytime you feel touch starved.
Every party of Halsin is perfection in your eyes. Oak father really did a fantastic job when it came to making him. However, the one place youâre always grabbing onto the most is his arms. Itâs not hard to see why; itâs nearly impossible to keep from clinging to his massive limbs, snuggling into them, running your hands over his thick forearms. Halsin, the sweetheart, doesnât seem to mind your clinging, even if he is busy carving away. Now that Halsin has noticed your fondness for his arms, he may or may not start to flex them subtly when gesturing or wearing shirts that expose them so you can see every slight rippling of his muscles. Halsin will let you cling to him as long as he can nuzzle into his favorite part of you later tonightâŚ
Now usually youâre the needy one in the relationship, pleading for hugs and beaming every time you get wrapped up in Halsins arms. Today has been different, however. It started when you woke up with Halsins hands creasing your sides and snuggling into your neck, of course you melted at the touch, thoroughly relishing in the attention, but it didnât end there. Usually, Halsin would walk through the woods for some meditation and to gather herbs and materials for you two, but today, he didnât leave your side. Of course, you loved it, but a part of you was starting to get worried. When you brought it up, he grabbed your hands and held them to his chest, âI just find myself wanting to be near you, my heart.â You squeeze his large hands back, âWell, let me help you, my love.â rising to your tiptoes, you begin to pepper kisses all over Halsins face. He grabs your waist and lifts you to meet his lips with yours quickly; the kiss only makes him needier.Â
He loves every part of you, from your hair to your adorable toes. But his hands consistently linger on your curves. On those days when you are feeling extra needy. Halsin is more than willing to helpâŚIn some inventive ways. The contrast is maddening⌠The smooth honey slips on top of your heated skin, and then Halsins rough tongue licks up the sticky liquid off your stomach. His hands guide your back to an arch as he keeps his hazel eyes on your moaning face. Sucking and licking as his hands continue to run over your squirming body. Halsin doesnât know what is sweeter, the honey or you; he will spend all night trying to figure it out.Â
Zevlor
Zevlor has been around for a while but was never too familiar with the term âTouched starved.â Sure, he had heard it back in his commander days from soldiers whispering about needing attention of the flesh but never truly gave it too much thoughtâŚuntil. The idea came to him when he noticed a particular trait of yours. You had no special awareness when it came to him. Consistently, you were leaning into him quite closely, and when you two walked around during perimeter checks, you would often bump into him or brush your hand against his. Of course, you would apologize for your clumsiness, but deep down, you knew what was happeningâŚYour body was burning for him, his warmth, his touch, and it was seeking it out in any way possible. It didnât click so quickly for Zevlor until he saw you sparing, and there was no inclination of any clumsiness in your movements; even with others, he never saw you bump or run into anything; your movements were precise and calculatedâŚand thatâs when he figured it out you were touching him purposely. Zevlors first thought was, why? Then his second was how can he tell you to only ask him for his touch. Finally, one day, as you two were doing your usual perimeter check, you slowly inched closer and closer to him, seeking the slight relief of his touch. Still, as you went to bump into him for only a moment, you found the ex-hellrider wrapped his arms quickly around you keeping you to his warm chest. Eyes wide, you go to apologize, but Zevlor is quick to quiet your worries, âIf you need my warmthâŚplease donât hesitate to ask meâŚâ After that day, you got a hug from him every chance you couldâŚ
Zevlor enjoys the sweet intimacy of your relationship. At first, he was not used to someone wanting to hold him so closely and shower him with affection, but slowly, he is getting used to it and enjoying it immensely. Though, you still find ways to surprise himâŚFor example, when you start paying particular attention to his cheeks and horns, you canât stop wanting to hold his face so tenderly and whisper soft praises to him. âIâve never seen beauty like yours, ZevyâŚâ he feels his heart melt at every whisper and every gentle touch to his skin. Then, if you happen to caress the base of his horns? WellâŚyou have never heard such a deep pur. Â
 It had been the first day in a long while that you and Zevlor spent most of the day apart. He had promised to speak to some recruits in the city, sharing his wisdom, and you had opted to stay at home. You were expecting him to come home at any minute, so you were working hard to prepare a surprise dinner for him. You missed him being home; usually, you would spend the day working in your small garden together and setting out laundry on the line together. It was lonely without him, so you planned to show him how much you missed him. As you were finishing your stew, you felt arms snaking around your waist. You gasped before his familiar voice eased you, âBe still, my dear, itâs only meâŚâ Your body immediately relaxes as you turn to hug him back. âHow was your trip?â Zevlor only hums as he buries his head into your neck. âI missed youâŚthe road was lonely without you by my sideâŚâ you rub your hands up and down his arms as they hug you. Then you feel one of his arms part from you and hear the stove turn off; before you can ask anything else, youâre lifted and carried away toward your shared room. âZev! What- What about Dinner?â âIt can waitâŚI need to be close to you, just for a whileâŚâ The stew wasnât eaten until much laterâŚÂ
âSo beautifulâŚâ his breath is warm as he whispers the complement into your neck. Zevlorâs lips caress your tender skin as he moves to your ear. You cling to his broad shoulders tighten, and your legs squeeze his textured hips. âYouâre taking me so well. Iâm proud of you.â The moan is involuntary as you feel him push deeper, his lips catching and nipping on your ear, his sharp teeth threatening to pierce, but his tongue soothing you so softly. Moving from your ear, you almost let out a whine before he blows a teasing breath on your neck, causing you to squirm and keen at the tickleing sensation. Zevlorâs fiery eyes look down at you, and that soft smile never fails to melt your core. He leans in, lips hovering over yours, his hands softly gliding down your waist, âI love youâŚâ The vow is then sealed with a kiss.Â
Wyll
Wyll hadnât thought of you as touched starved until you had to tell him flat-out. To his credit, you didnât make it easy for him to figure out. When Wyll thinks of the term touched starved, he thinks of someone like him. Someone always willing to give out a hug or a friendly pat on the back; if youâre touched starved and in the proximity of Wyll, you were not touched starved for long. Hells, Wyll would risk the burns of hugging Karlach if she so requested. You, on the other hand, would never seem to be receptive to his friendly gestures, having grown up in a home with little affection and living on the brutal road for a while with a pleasant touch would always be a shock to your system. Especially from Wyll, it was like lightning shooting through your body with a new surge of energy you didnât know what to do with, so you would tense up. After feeling you clamp up, Wyll simply thought you didnât like to be touched, so ever the gentleman, he stopped. But that only made you begin to grave himâŚFinally, after days of seeing him touch and hug your other friends, you felt yourself going to pop. In a spur of the moment, you walked into his tent, staring at his confused features; timidness threatened to take you over, so with shaking limbs, you held your arms open with a shaky beg of âPleaseâŚâ Wyllâs smile would grow so wide as he embraced you. âI thought you didnât like to be touched?â âIâŚI like it when you do itâŚI crave your embraceâŚâ Wyll will never make you ask please for a hug againâŚbut other things, he mightâŚÂ   Â
You couldnât explain exactly why you love it so much, but you find youâre running your hands up and down Wylls strong back every time you get the chance. Maybe it was from seeing all its glory when he returned from the river or in the early mornings when he woke up for training. Thereâs just something about his broad shoulders that lean down to his narrow waist that makes your hands twitch to touch him. Wyll, of course, isnât oblivious to how you take him in; that might be why he walks around without a shirt more often. His favorite part about liking his back is when you rest your head between his shoulder blades and hold onto him tightly. It never fails to put a smile on both your faces. Â
Between the two of you, youâre the one who is always slow to wake. On a typical day, you usually wake up to an empty left side of the bed, but this morning is different. You wake up to your body being held by what looks like a sleeping Wyll. Your first instinct is to worry and check him for a fever, but you find that he feels normal, and when he wakes, he greets you with a lazy smirk. âAre you okay, Wyll? Youâre usually up by now?â Wyll hums softly as his eyes lazily roam over your form, âI woke up earlier but found that I couldnât part from youâŚâ His sweet words always make you blush, and you go to say you're sorry out of habit, but youâre silenced by him gently stroking your cheek. âWell, How about I make breakfast for us? We could eat together.â As you rise, you are quickly grabbed and trapped within his arms, his lips attacking your neck in a plethora of kisses, making you giggle. âYouâre not going anywhereâŚI am not done with you yetâŚâ  Â
Itâs always so slow, his hands sliding up and down your spread legs while your sex grows more and more aroused. One part of you wants to beg him to stop teasing you, but you both know that the loving pass of his hands on your skin is what you crave. Wyll keeps his eyes on yours as his lips press against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. The attention he gives you makes your mind hazy and your sex quiver in a way that only he causes. A moment of weakness causes you to moan his name. He will look down at your flushed face and smile against your skin before finally sliding his tongue on the spot you need him the most.Â
Rolan
Rolan is very familiar with the term being touched starved, and from being accused of it by Cal and Lia relentlessly, he was aware of the traits. Not that he thought he ever showed these. Then came you, and it was the end of him being touched starved. Rolan, at first, didnât understand why every time you were near, your hand would absentmindedly rub in between his shoulder blades or how when you would go out to the tavern, you would sit so close to him, and it wasnât as if you were unaware of this. No, from how you would look at his curious gaze with a smirk and a sparkle in your eyes, he knew you were messing with him. Though despite thisâŚyou two kept hanging out. If anyone would ask you if you longed for touch, you would say you only wanted Rolans and you had no shame about it; you just wished one day he would indicate the touch for once. Finally, one night, Rolan invited you to the tower to do some reading, something you could do at home, but you wouldnât dream of passing up a moment to be around him. You two had found yourselves on the chaste, sitting very closely, exchanging blushing looks over the edges of your books, and with every passing page, you two would find yourselves inching closer and closer. Then, as your thighs are pressed together, you feel a warmth wrapping around your ankle. Looking down, you see his tail wrapped around you loosely, unsurely. Rolan had finally taken the initiative, and you were beaming. âIf it bothers you, I can-â But before he could finish his sentence, you wrapped his arm around you as you curled into him more. You could hear the rapid rushing of his heart, and you could feel how it matched your own. âIt doesnât bother me; Iâve just been wondering whatâs been taking you so longâŚâ The teasing only rewards you with a tighter hold.Â
You find every part of Rolan to be utterly perfect, from his beautiful horns to his freckled cheeks to his toes. But the one part of him you constantly find yourself playing with is his tail, swaying and twitching like it has a mind of its own. You love to sneak behind him and run your fingers over the ridged base. The shiver and low growl he gives out every time makes you want to tease and touch him more, your hands becoming clammy for it. Today, youâre reading and mindlessly playing with the sharp tip till, finally, heâs curling the tail around your forearm and pulling you closer for a hungry kiss. He says he is being driven mad by your relentless teasing; you can only smile back before whispering, âThen you shouldnât keep rewarding meâŚâÂ
Rolan tries not to let his neediness get the better of himâŚbut some days, he canât resist your pull on him. Every time he saw you today, his hands roamed over every curve, his nose in the crook of your neck, and he muttered things you couldnât catch. The attention was well received as you loved his every touch, but when you parted from him to wash up for the night, the look on his face was utter devastation. âI will be quick, then all night I am yours.â Rolan tsked as he let you go, sitting down in his chair where he would wait for your return. You tried your best to hurry into the bath but were not quick enough. As you wet your hair to be ready for washing, you heard the door open and were greeted by the magnificent sight of Rolan in a small cloth wrapped around his waist. He motions for you to make room. He removes his towel and joins you in the bath. You are happy but utterly confused, and Rolan is quick to defend his actions as he gathers soap into his palm, âYou took too long, so now I am here to help; now turn so I can wash your hair.â Without any protest, you turn and relish in the feeling of his clawed hands, washing and lathering the soap in your hair, taking the time to scratch your scalp as he cleans you gently. Maybe you should have him wash your hair every time? If you asked, Rolan would be happy, too. Â
It started as a pleasant surprise; while you two were working at Sundries, his tail kept brushing against your butt, and when you two would be out of view from prying eyes, his hand would gently caress your ass. These are simple hints of his wants; you are always eager for his touch. Now here you are, pressed against the back wall with Rolan's needy hands grabbing tight handfuls of your butt. Pants are quickly discarded, and he gives you a quick slap to the soft exposed flesh for being such a naughty distraction. You keen and arch, grinding your ass against his burning erection. A deep moan when his nails dig into your flesh as he starts to rut into you deeply. Panting breaths, intertwined limbs, sweaty bodies desperately rocking against each other. Itâs the night you learned that the Great Master Rolan is an ass man. Â
GaleÂ
You never thought of yourself as touched starved; sure, you had points when you thought of being held or holding someone, but it was never something you would say you were starving for; well, that was until Gale. It was an accident when it happened; you two had offered to go to the morning market to gather supplies for dinner. The morning market was incredibly crowded, and you two kept getting separated. Gale, always the quick thinker, came up with the best solution. As he walked in front of you like a shield, he grabbed your hand and led you through. The gesture immediately stirred something within you, and as you walked hand in hand, looking at the back of him, you found yourself tightening your grip. During the rest of your time at the market, you two held each otherâs hands. It wasnât until you two returned to camp that you realized you held hands the whole way back. After that day, you reached out for his hand more often. Gale, of course, didnât seem to mind. He liked the extra company, but getting you to let go so he could cut vegetables was challenging. After a while, you will find yourself craving more touches from Gale. So late one night, you crawled into his tent; when you woke him, he was initially surprised, asking you what you needed. âIâŚI think Iâm touched starvedâŚcouldâŚyou hold me for a bit?â Galeâs heart nearly burst out of his chest, but he eagerly invites you into his arms, delighted to share in cuddles and maybe a few kisses.   Â
It should be no surprise your favorite place to touch Gale is his hands. They are perfectly soft and fit perfectly within yours. You find that your hands are interlocked together if youâre by him. Gale finds your need to hold him in some way lovely and ultimately endearing. Galeâs favorite times when you hold his hands is when you are fast asleep curled up with him in his bedroll, your hands interlaced with his. He doesnât dare move them because he knows you will only start seeking them again in your sleep.  Â
Youâre used to holding Galeâs hand, but on days heâs feeling needy, you find that his hands tend to roam. Today had been one of those days; his hands had started lazily, moving up and down your arms, gently grazing you all morning so tenderly. By the afternoon, his hands had found their way to run up and down your back, moving so slowly to send shivers through your body successfully. Then, in the Evening, they moved to trace your sides as his lips caressed the sensitive skin of your neck. Finally, you asked if he was well, his lips smiling against your skin. âPerfectly fineâŚjust being needy for youâŚdoes it bother you?â you feel your skin flush, and your lips curl to an excited smile. âNo, I like the attention from youâŚâ Gale is always ready to shower you with attention; you just need to askâŚÂ  Â
The man didnât lie when he told you he had a practiced tongue, and tonight, you are finding that out firsthand. You felt needy when you crawled into his tent; it was late, and he was surprisingly awake. At first, it was innocent, simple hand holding a kiss or two like other nights before to satisfy your need, but tonight, youâre finding your aching for more, and Gale knows this. All you need to do is askâŚYour hands grip tightly to the blankets as his tongue works against you. Gales focuses as his hands grip your thighs, and he sucks and licks more. Heâs desperate to taste your release all over his tongue, and with him always being so good to you, who are you to deny him?Â
Astarion
With all he had been through, the feeling of being touched had become unstimulating. Astartion had felt every kind of touch possible. Well, at least thatâs what he thought, until you. The energy between you two had been electric from the first moment; you were brilliant, and his usual charms didnât make you bend like they did others. In fact, for all his teasing, you would give back your own. It was like a game between you two, and it only made you crave each other more. Then it hit its peakâŚYou were admittedly getting lost in his words as he spoke to you, but it was different; it was genuine, and you had never felt so close to others. So when you gently brushed back his hair as he talked, you both found yourself looking at each other in surprise. Your weakness shocked you, and Astarion was surprised by someone touching him so gently, as if he were made of glass. Going to take back your hand, itâs quickly caught by his, and gentle lips pressing to your palm sets your skin ablaze. The kiss was as soft as your touch, but Astarion can never pass up an opportunity⌠âCouldnât help yourself anymore, hm?â You would accept defeat this onceâŚ
Astarion has never been a fan of cuddlingâŚwell, not until he met you. And what did you do to make him change his mind on the slow and intimate activity? Astarion loves the way your fingers brush slowly and carefully through his hair. He finds he has gradually become needy for that soft, gentle touch. On the other hand, you love the feeling of his soft locks slipping through your fingers; actually, there are many things you can adore about Astarion; you find the soft touch of brushing through his hair always seems to relax you. You could spend all night with him in your arms like thisâŚand you do.Â
You didnât know if it was your imagination, but Astarion seemed grumpy today. You had tried to joke around with him and even participate in some teasing and flirting, but he wasnât receptive. Thinking it best to just drop it, you left him alone for the rest of the day, going about your usual task. Then Evening rolled around; you were getting ready for bed when you heard a throat clearing outside your tent. Poking your head out, you saw Astarion lookingâŚbashful? âDo you mindâŚif I slept hereâŚwith youâŚIâveâŚbeen feeling offâŚâ One part of you wanted him to explain; he had ignored you, and now he wants to sleep in your tent with you? And wait, elves donât sleep? But something about the look in his red eyesâŚhe seemedâŚlonelyâŚGently, you reach your hand out to grab the sleeve of his shirt and pull him in softly. The rest of the night was spent with you sleeping with your head in his lap as he read to your sleeping form. Being around you made him feel so much better; it was as he thoughtâŚhe was starting to rely on you, and for once, the thought of depending on another didnât scare him.Â
Sometimes, you can not decide who is needer between the two of you. Of course, you two tease each other about it, but Astarion is always the better tease. Youâre rolling your eyes in both pleasure and annoyance as he moves his tongue across your chest, your nipples peaked and sensitive to every feathery touch. You try to keep your moans in, but itâs useless; âYou make such pretty sounds, darling, keep it up.â His cold hands move between caressing your chest and your skin to find your sensitive nipples. Red eyes look up at you, filled with mischief. Is he satisfied with just a taste? Or will he biteâŚ
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A Tight Fit
Summary: You and Gale are trapped in a locked room, with no space to move. Inspired by @daisyofwaterdeep 's juicy post which I just couldn't resist writing about.
Set early in Act 1, before the tiefling party. Featuring matchmaker Karlach and chaos gremlin Astarion.
Disclaimers: 18+. Mildly smutty. Gale x female Tav/reader.
Word count: 1k
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âWell, this is a tight fit, isn't it.â
Crushed between the wall and Gale's heaving frame, you cannot avoid his warm breath on your cheek. You speak into his beard, desperate for space.
âServes me right, for wandering straight through every door I see.â
Gale's chest is flush against yours. His arms flinch in an awkward attempt to avoid your waist and rear. Your own hands are fatefully sandwiched between your bodies. You curl them into yourself, trying frantically to ignore the groove of his groin.
It is not that you have not imagined how it would feel. In the darkness, you have wondered about the taste of Gale's touch, the lilt of those lithe fingers. But only for fleeting moments, sheepish and stolen. You are almost strangers, after all, fledgling friends. And never beyond your wildest dreams would you have imagined this, much less wished for it.
âYour curiosity is one of your most a-door-able traits.â You can feel his smirk on your skin. âOne might even say it's the key to your success.
Your groan is muffled amongst his hair. âI'm glad to see being trapped in a coffin with me brings out your comedic genius.â
âJust getting a handle on the situation.â
Despite the levity, each word of his seems more choked. His ribs jostle against yours. You are surprised by the lean edges of his frame, the force of muscle beneath his robe. As if he senses your attention, he swallows, his eyes darting around you in a frenzy.
You grunt as you manage to wrench one hand free, only to realise in horror that it is cupping the curve of his ass. You cannot help but notice how firm it is. How full. When he jerks at the contact, his leg wedges between yours. Your hand dangles ominously below his hipbone.
âSorry!â He fumbles, his features twisting. âSorry. Gods, I'm sorryââ
âKarlach?â you cry. âAstarion? Are you out there?â
The responding thump on the door rocks the entire room. Gale's thigh spasms into yours. He winces sharply.
âCan you get us out please?â Gale blurts. âNow?â
âHang on, soldiers.â Karlach sounds annoyingly relaxed, even chipper. âThe door locked behind you, and we don't have the key. We can't break it down either, tough bastard.â
âOh look.â The glee in Astarionâs voice is undeniable. âWe've run out of lockpicks. Best go hunt for some more.â
You try and fail to punch the door. A flush has spread from Gale's neck to his cheeks. His blushed earlobe hovers just before your mouth. You can feel his heat on your skin, the rasp of his stubble.
âHurry up,â he pleads. âPlease.â
Gale clears his throat. As he shifts and fidgets, the taut muscles of his chest rub against your breasts. His juddering breaths are hot against your ear, and you are mortified by the ripple through your core, the peaking of your nipples. He wriggles his leg, trying in vain to move it out of the range of danger. But his knee grinds into you instead. You chew your lip.
âThis is simplyâ â he stammers, his throat bobbing â âThis is mostâ I'm terribly sorryââ
He trails off, burbling incoherently. You have never seen Gale so out of sorts. As you writhe clumsily against each other, sweat beads on his brow. You can smell the bittersweet tang of it, layered within the fog of sandalwood and leather, book dust and soap. You wonder if he feels as dizzy as you do. You no longer think it is from the lack of air in the room.
âI should be sorry,â you manage. âI haven't bathed for a week.â
You were hoping for a chuckle, a break in the stiffness between you. But instead, there is a glimmer on Gale's chest. A faint stain of indigo flashes and then deepens. He is glowing. You stare at his blazing orb scar in alarm.
âGaleâŚâ
Gale is coughing. Sputtering. As he twists, pointlessly seeking escape, you feel an unmistakable hardness against your hand. Your eyes widen. Clasped between your hips and his, jerking your hand away only nestles it further in. Your fingers bear down against his bulge.
Gale's eyelids flutter. He bites his lip.
âStop moving,â he chokes, pained. âPlease stop moving.â
For a moment, you do. Your chests rise and fall against each otherâs. Strands of his hair drift over your face as you meet his gaze. His lips are swollen red, parted as he pants.
You are acutely aware of the point of his knee. It surges, ever so slightly, against your cleft. His eyes are dark and desperate, like you have never seen before. You are drunk on the rhythm of his leg, trembling against the pulse of your desire. You stifle a gasp, your nerves unravelling, his breaths catching as you quiver into him. Your fingers move of their own accord, following the thrumming of his need, flickering along his throbbing length.
He moans. You feel it like a wet hot flare through you, his searching mouth lingering over yours.
âPlease,â he whispers.
His hardness twitches towards your touch as you grind against each other. He is groaning, grunting, and you can taste the salt and sweetness of his breath as his nose grazes yours and your lips open to hisâŚ
You tumble backwards as the door swings open, crashing hard against the ground. You lie there for a while, swollen, dazed. Karlach and Astarion loom above you with triumphant grins.
âLook at you, all flushed and breathless.â Astarionâs fangs flash.
Karlach pulls you up with a flourish. âIt's a good job you didn't pass out.â She beams.
Stumbling, burning, you look back into the room. You have a brief glimpse of a tented robe, a guttering purple glow, before Gale lurches away, shutting the door behind him.
âI think he needs a minute,â Astarion chortles.
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Since requests are open, here's my suggestion: I recently revisited my old mythology book and found one of the myths about aphrodite bathing in a lake and blinds some pervs that sneaked up to watch her. Now, the reader might not have the powers of a goddess but you know what she does have? A dagger-happy vampire boyfriend more than willing to shank unwanted peeping toms (in his defense, he actually asked if he could be there, so no harm done here). Idk, I just like the idea of the reader having scary dog privileges and Astarion not minding looking menacing/scary while doing so
Thank you so, so much for this request, anon. It's an absolutely incredible concept, and it fits Astarion so well! I had such a fun time writing it, and I really hope you enjoy the result!
For Your Eyes Only
Astarion x F!Reader - NSFW
Content warnings: Mentions of brief, non-consensual voyeurism. Somewhat graphic violence, as well as mentions of blood, degrading terms, and the description of an injury and death. Explicit sexual content, including: oral sex (receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, blood drinking, and ear play. Tags: Takes place post-Cazador, some point in Act 3. Includes mild spoilers. Established relationship, a bit of emotional hurt/comfort, and tender smut.
Word Count: 5.8k
After the darkness and chill of the Shadowlands, the heat in the city feels suffocating.
You missed the warmth dearly back then, trudging through despair and gloom, thinking of nothing but the inevitable relief of the city. Your bones always ached something awful in that foul place, never warm enough to ward away the icy air. Now, though, it occurs to you that you hadnât fully appreciated the cold when you had it.Â
The sun that streams down from the skies is blistering - scorching, even - and without reprieve or relief. Sweat courses down your neck, soaking the collar of your shirt. Your socks are damp inside your boots, and where the leather meets your calves, theyâre chafing.Â
Gods, what you wouldnât give for a bit of that chill again. Even with the achy bones.
Whatâs worse is the mud, somehow. One would think that Baldurâs Gate would be scarce on its share of the stuff, but itâs everywhere. Tracked up from Rivington, puddling in the streets, clinging to the bottom of boots.
Granted, your boots have seen more than their fair share of mud since the nautiloid: sticky, wet, warm. Itâs seeped into socks and splattered across new armor, stained some of your favorite nightwear. Sometimes, when youâve finally settled down for dinner, youâve been able to taste it. No amount of scrubbing rids you of the earthy, bitter taste for long.Â
The mud in front of you is different, though. By all accounts, the heat should have baked everything at least somewhat dry, but this puddle remains. If it can even be called a puddle, really. The gloppy, wet mess looks more like a pond, and completely blocks the only path ahead. Even the edges of it remain entirely liquid. If you didnât know better, youâd think itâd just rained.
A quick glance at your map confirms what youâd feared; this is the only nearby route to your destination. Youâre on the outskirts of the city. Rock walls line either side of the path, too steep to climb. You know for a fact that Shadowheart had recently used your last Potion of Flying. Either you lose hours of progress to get Gale from camp so you can cross, or youâll have to proceed through this stupid pond.
Astarion watches you eye the mess with a dramatic flick of his wrist. âOh, by all means, darling, you go first!â he exclaims, raising a brow. âIt wonât be me jumping in that slop.â
Karlach frowns at the mudâs appearance, tapping the toe of her boot against the surface. It ripples at the movement, brown waves gently sloshing against the surface of the nearby stone. âCanât be that deep, right?â
âI donât know,â you reply. Youâre aching for a stick or loose branch, something to measure it, but thereâs nothing around. Just grass and stone, the scalding sun on the back of your neck, and the muddy pond directly in the middle of the path.Â
âI say we go back,â Shadowheart urges. âI donât know about any of you, but Iâm not keen on dirtying myself.â
âWeâd have to backtrack through hours of traveling,â you point out. âThereâs no other way forward. Iâve checked the map.â
âFine,â she relents, crossing her arms across her chest. âYou go first, and weâll follow behind you. Once weâve seen itâs safe, that is.â
And, hells, you do not want to step foot in there. Not one bit. Still, do you have much of a choice? Your feet are already aching from the dayâs walk. It would be devastating to lose all your progress. So, no - you really donât have a choice, not if you want to get those Netherstones and stop the Absolute in time. The quakes in the city have only been getting worse.
âAlright,â you finally reply, your voice stronger than you feel.Â
You step forward, pressing your right boot against the mud, then apply your weight. Your heel breaks the surface with a terrifying rush of movement, and your leg instantly slides down into the muck - much deeper than youâd thought, deeper than it should be. When your foot hits the bottom, sticky, cold mud splatters up, painting your shirt, neck, and parts of your face.Â
Suddenly, the day isnât quite so warm.
When you finally muster the courage to look down, your right leg is submerged up to the knee, soaking through your trousers. You can practically hear the sick squelch of it making its way into your socks, squishing between your toes.
âUrgh,â you mutter, wrinkling your nose as you attempt to pull your leg up. âDisgusting.â But it wonât budge. In fact, your squirming seems to be making you sink down even further. You try to shift your weight, but your balance is uneven with one leg in and one leg out. Youâre dangerously close to losing your footing, and every bit you struggle threatens to tilt you face-first into the makeshift mud pond. In a prime moment of idiocy, you plant your other foot in the mud for support, and find your bottom half completely unable to move.
âWhat a brilliant idea,â Shadowheart says. âNow youâre stuck.â
âThank you, Shadowheart,â you grit out, sweat dripping down your neck as you attempt to twist yourself around. âI had no idea!â
Karlach steps behind you, laughing a little. âCome on. Up you go, soldier,â she says, leveraging her arms under yours and giving a quick tug. Youâre expecting the mud to release you, but it doesnât. Your legs donât budge - not even an inch.Â
âWhat in theâŚ?â she mutters, giving another pull. This one has more force behind it; when she tries to haul you up, white-hot pain sears up through your ribs, ripping an agonized cry from your lips. No matter how hard she yanks, the mudâs grip only tightens around you. Itâs beginning to feel like youâre a brittle piece of rope in a vicious game of tug-of-war.Â
âShit! Iâm sorry!â she exclaims. âSo, so, sorry!â
âWhat are you doing?â Astarion asks, his voice suddenly sharp. âYouâre hurting her! Put her down!â
âSo she can get sucked further into the mud?â Shadowheart asks. Her voice is lined with fear now, which is scaring you more than anything else about this miserable situation. âWe have to get her out!â
But it quickly becomes clear that no matter how hard Karlach pulls, itâs useless. Every yank is agony, and you only sink further and further. Tears stream down your cheeks from the pain, and your spine feels like itâs gained a good two inches from being stretched, but still nothing. No give at all.
Eventually, Karlach lets you go. Your body plops down in relief, but the mud is somehow deeper than it was before. Itâs up to the bottom of your ribs now.Â
âFuck me,â she pants, wiping her forehead. âWhat should we do?â
âHow should I know?â Astarionâs face is drawn, more pallid than usual. His lips are pinched into a line. He should be telling you I told you so, making jokes - and you know he would be, if he were anything but absolutely terrified. Your panic is bad enough with the heaviness of the mud on your chest and lower body, but the look on his face? That tells you itâs even worse than it feels.
 âStep back,â Shadowheart instructs quietly. âI have an idea.âÂ
Once the two of them are out of the way, she steps forward. Stretching out her hands, she mutters an incantation into the air. In seconds, the slight chill of the mud surrounding you becomes sharp, painful ice that burns against every exposed inch of skin it touches. A very muddy shade of ice, but ice all the same.Â
Karlachâs axe crashes through the surface and it shatters, breaking around you. After another hit and a moment of digging, she finally has you out: freezing, still covered in mud, and very sore - but alive.
âThank you,â you manage, choking out the words between your shivering.
âNever say I didnât do anything for you,â Shadowheart says, smiling a little. She lets out a breath of relief, the tension bleeding from her shoulders. âNow. Turning around, are we?â
By the time you get back to camp, youâre the most uncomfortable youâve ever been in your life. Youâre wet and cold and exhausted, caked with dried mud that pulls at your skin when you move. Itâs in your hair, on your face, and in your shoes, squelching with every step. The feeling makes you want to crawl out of your skin. Your ribs are sore and achy, and - on top of all of that - youâve lost a good dayâs worth of travel.Â
The only thing you want is to fall into Astarionâs arms, but he wrinkles his nose when you come near, holding out a finger to stop you. âOh, no you don't,â he says. âBath first. Then you can talk to me, darling.â
It seems no amount of persuasion is going to change his mind, so you head back to your tent and grab a number of supplies - soap, sponges, a towel, and a change of clothes. Your trusty knife for protection. The river is bound to be freezing, but itâs better than sponging yourself down and hoping for the best.Â
Thank the gods youâd found a decent pair of boots in an abandoned house today, because the ones that are currently plastered to your feet will take days to dry out, even in the hot sun. When you get to the nearby river, you donât even bother to take them off before you plunge them into icy water, sufficiently drenching them until you can furiously loosen the mud enough to slip them off and toss them onto the riverbank.
The rest of your clothing gets the same treatment: the trousers which slowly pull away from your skin, the shirt thatâs splattered with mud and covered in it up to the waist. Your hair will no doubt be a disaster, too.Â
Youâre still sitting in the soaking-wet clothes when you hear the sound of a twig snapping behind you. Your hand instantly grabs for your knife, ready to throw it at whatever threat might be in the woods as your eyes sweep along the trees.Â
Nothing. You find nothing.
âDarling,â comes Astarionâs voice. He slips out from the shadows, immaculately clean, gazing down at the weapon in your hand with a lifted brow. âPlanning to render me dead twice-over?â
âYou scared the living hells out of me, Astarion!â you snap, sucking in a shaky breath. The blade drops from your loosened fingers, softly thumping against the dirt. âWhat are you doing out here?âÂ
He steps closer, taking a seat on a nearby log. âYou were taking ages to get clean,â he whines, sprawling out his legs in front of him. âAnd, unfortunately, our companions havenât had an argument all night. How else am I meant to entertain myself? So here I am. Trudging through the woods for your company.â
âYou could give me a warning next time,â you reply, still a little jarred. âI thought you were someone hoping to catch an eyeful.â
A smirk flickers across his lips. âOh, but I am,â he says. âDo you mind terribly?â
Against your will, your cheeks heat, and his smile widens. âI donât mind,â you say. âNot if you behave, that is. Hands to yourself.âÂ
âIâll be on my very best behavior,â he promises. Leaning forward, he prods your boots, wrinkling his nose at the sight. âGods below. Those disgusting things should be burned.â
âI have an extra pair.â You move to tug your shirt off, but itâs clinging to you. âGods damn that stupid mud pile. I should have asked Gale to use a cleaning spell.â
âOh, please,â Astarion says. âHeâs been sulking in his tent all evening. Apparently, being asked to blow yourself up by an old flame doesnât do much in the way of socializing.â
The shirt finally pulls free, and itâs clear that your smallclothes have received the same treatment as the rest of your garments. Gods, you really should have asked for that cleaning spell. This mud is going to take ages to get out.
âHand that here,â Astarion says, motioning for your shirt. You toss it to him, and he inspects it closely before setting aside.
âWhat?â you ask. âWhat were you looking for?â
âOh, darling, nothing,â he says. âThatâs my âto be burnedâ pile. Weâll get you a new one.â
Youâd argue, but you arenât very attached to your current outfit - and besides, after weeks of trekking through wilderness and Shadowlands alike, itâs falling apart even without the mud.Â
âDo what you want with it,â you grumble, finally pulling off your smallclothes. âThat shirt was barely surviving anyway.â
You glance over your shoulder and find him observing with a raised brow, slowly taking the sight of you in. You must look like a mess, but youâd never know it from the glint in the eye, or the complacent smile that plays upon his lips. Heat stirs low in your belly, simmering under your skin. Later, you tell yourself. When you arenât covered in filth.
You lather up the soap on your sponge, scrubbing away the mud the best you can, but the damned stuff takes ages to get off. By the time youâre finally clean, the silvery moon is high in the sky, and your skin is beginning to prune.
Astarion makes a small comment or two, but mostly seems content to watch you in silence. His gaze burns over every inch of exposed skin, leaving phantom heat wherever it stalls. All you want is to get out of this damned river and touch him, but youâre determined to get every bit of the mud off before you do, and itâs taking much longer than youâd hoped.
When youâre finally presentable, you start on cleaning your filthy smallclothes. The soap is slippery, making it difficult to do much scrubbing, and the water alone is doing hardly anything.Â
Astarion watches you struggling, huffing as you nearly drop the soap bar in the river. After a moment, he lets out an exasperated sigh. âDearest, you do realize that it would be much easier if you-â
But his words suddenly cut off. His head snaps toward the woods, and every nerve in your body burns with fear. In the span of seconds, heâs lunged forward, grabbed your knife, and darted after the sound.Â
Not a moment later, thereâs a loud crash - some form of impact as he tackles whatever it was that he heard. You instantly push yourself out of the water without thinking, numb, your heart pounding in your chest as you stumble into the forest after him. It only takes a few steps in before you see it: a man on the ground, Astarionâs knife to his throat.
Your stomach churns, and your skin prickles in the airâs chill. How much had he seen? How long had he been standing there?
Astarion is shouting something at him, and the stranger is struggling against his hold, but itâs useless. Heâs a scrawny, weak little thing, no match for Astarionâs lithe, nimble strength. No amount of twisting or fighting dislodges Astarionâs grip. After a moment, he finally gives up, cackling like an old hag as his head plops down against the dirt.
âGive me one reason why I shouldnât kill you here and now,â Astarion hisses, anger contorting his features.
In response, the man spits in his face. âSheâs your bitch, is she?â he croaks. âYou can take a turn after Iâm done with her.â
Astarion snarls in response, gripping the manâs collar and pressing the blade deeper into the skin until it draws blood.Â
âWait,â you call, stepping closer. âDonât.â
Astarion blinks in disbelief, sitting up, careful to keep his weight on the stranger underneath. âMy love, you canât be serious,â he says. âYou want to spare this-â
âSpare?â you echo, cutting off his words. âWho said anything about sparing him?âÂ
Something glints in his gaze as he takes in your words. âDarling,â he drawls, his tone admirational. âBy all means.â
He hands you the knife, and you kneel down next to him. Itâs heavy in your hand, cold and smooth as you run your finger over the flat edge of the blade. You stare at the shimmer of it for a moment, entranced, somehow calm in the midst of this chaos. Then you slam the bottom of the hilt into the manâs nose.
Thereâs a sickening crunch before he screams, blood streaming over his mouth and spilling down his chin. Even after last nightâs feeding, Astarion tenses up at the smell of it, but the curl of his lip tells you that he wonât be drinking from this piece of absolute refuse.
When the stranger reaches over and grabs at your arm, you almost donât even realize - youâre so caught up in your own mind, in the weight of the knife in your hand. Then his nails dig into your skin, and everything hits you at once.
The freezing night air. The stinging, throbbing pain that flares through your skin as he claws at you, unable to do much more. The feel of Astarionâs hand, gentle but firm, prying the knife from your grip. It happens before you can even react - a swift slice of the blade, slitting the manâs throat. Dark blood, gushing from the wound and onto the dirt below.
For a moment, there is nothing but the sound of your breathing. Sharp but shallow, straining in your chest. Jagged air that flows in and out, but it does nothing to stop the increasing amount of black in your vision.Â
Youâve fought and killed more people than you can count so⌠why does this feel different? Why here, why now? Youâve nearly died before, so why does the scrape on your arm feel like itâs much more than that?
Then Astarionâs hands envelop your cheeks, blissfully cool, and the panic and pain seep out all at once.
âDarling,â heâs saying, half-breathless, âare you alright?â
You manage to nod, and some of the concern leaves his eyes. He runs his fingers over the scrape on your arm, and you wince. âWe need to get you patched up,â he murmurs, his brows pinching together.
âDonât take me to Shadowheart,â you choke out. Sheâs already done you enough favors, and you wonât be able to stand her disapproving gaze if you disturb her rest after todayâs fiasco.
He huffs. âStubborn little thing,â he mutters, but he doesnât argue.Â
Instead, he heads back to your supplies by the river. When he returns, he wraps a towel over your shoulders, and itâs only then that you realize youâre naked. Completely, utterly naked. It had been bold of you to break that bastardâs nose in the nude, but⌠well, it hadnât been your intention.
Heâs dead now, though. Heâll never look at you again.
Astarion sweeps you up into his arms and carries you out of the woods along with your clean change of clothes, holding you tight against his chest and leaving your soiled clothing behind.Â
You canât find it in you to care at the moment. Youâve scrounged up plenty of clothing along the journey; those torn, stained things wonât be missed. Not to mention, if you ever need more, Astarion will gladly steal you some new ones.
He takes you to your tent, and youâre grateful to see that everyone else has turned in for the night. Anyone awake to see you would inevitably have questions, and this only affirms your decision to avoid Shadowheart - if you woke her up to heal a minor scrape on your arm, sheâd be seething.Â
And though sheâd undoubtedly be sympathetic after hearing the cause, you donât think you can muster up the words to tell her whatâd happened.
After heâs carefully set you down on your bedroll, Astarion yanks the flap of your tent closed and reaches for your pack, digging through the contents until heâs found some bandages. His grip is gentle as he takes your arm and swipes some remnants of a healing potion over it. Youâve been through this dozens of times, but you can never seem to shake the urge to wince as it sets in - the potion stings just a bit before it soothes, a sharp tingling that fades into a sweet, balming relief.Â
Youâve calmed down some, warming up in your tent with him, but Astarionâs hands are shaking as he wraps the wound. His brows are pinched together, his swallows are thick and strained, and he canât seem to meet your eyes, even when heâs done bandaging you up.
âAstarion,â you murmur. âHeâs dead.â
He stills in place, jaw clenching as he inhales sharply, still not meeting your gaze. Instead, he glowers down at the tentâs floor, his hands balling into fists. âHe deserved so much worse than that,â he snaps.Â
You donât argue with him. Instead, you let him fuss over you, taking the time to smooth through your wet hair, plucking out remaining leaves and twigs from the woods. He gets you into a warm, fluffy robe - only the gods know where heâd managed to find something like that - then pulls you close, his thumb stroking over your cheek. You rest your head against his chest and close your eyes, listening to the soft sounds of his body working under his skin. No heartbeat, of course, just the quiet churn of his movements, the rise and fall of his ribs thatâs become habit to him.Â
After a moment, he takes your face in his hands, just as he had in the woods - but when you meet his gaze, thereâs a sharp intensity in his eyes rather than fear. He takes you in little by little, tilting your head up to brush his fingers over the fading marks on your neck.Â
Then he leans in, and you catch the smell of him you know so well, lingering on his skin like soap. Bergamot, rosemary, brandy. Itâs what you associate most with him, that sweet, sharp scent that bathes over you. When his lips finally meet yours, the kiss is rough and desperate, heated and aching. His fangs scrape over your lip, grazing the delicate skin but not breaking it. His tongue slides into your mouth, and his hand returns to the back of your neck, tightening his grip.
One of your hands fix into his shirt as you lean into him, nipping at his lip. You shift your free hand up into his hair, tousling through the soft, silky curls before gently tugging. He groans and pulls you closer, and - gods, itâs incredible. Warmth drags down your spine like a hot coal, searing and addictive. You squirm a little in his grasp, shifting until youâre straddling his hips, and he pulls away to kiss down your jaw, murmuring soft words into the skin.
When he gets to your chest, you let him untie the robe and spread his hands underneath, peeling the fabric off your shoulders, fingers slowly warming as they trail down your back. His hands settle on your waist as he kisses you again, mouth soft against yours.
Gods, you need him. Youâre already soaked, and heâs barely even touched you.
You can feel him hardening underneath you, his movements growing desperate, his breathing labored. You grind your hips against him and he lets out a strained noise against your lips, shuddering. He pulls away, examining your expression as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.Â
The movement is tender and incredibly sweet, but youâre hardly patient. Youâve been wanting him ever since he sat on that log in the forest, gaze roaming over every inch of you. You let out a soft whine, attempting to tug off his shirt. He does absolutely nothing to help you.
âAstarion,â you breathe. âPlease.â
âHm? Did you want something, darling?â he asks, the desire in his voice betraying his otherwise casual tone.
âI want you,â you tell him, rolling your hips again in search of the friction you so desperately need. âPlease. I want you.â
âEasy, love. You have me,â he replies, brushing his thumb against your lips. Your heart swells with a fondness that would threaten to make you cry if you werenât so ridiculously needy.
And finally, thank the gods, he takes off his godsdamned shirt.
You run a hand up his shoulder, then into his hair. Youâd once thought that he was using a special shampoo - his hair was so soft, it seemed the only explanation. Then youâd seen him with the same shampoo you were using, and youâd practically wept with envy over his ridiculously perfect genes. Even now, as you run your hands through the silk-soft curls, you donât understand it.Â
Then you trace up the line of his ear, and he shudders, leaning into your touch. When you gently massage the tip of his helix, he lets out a soft, seeking noise and his eyes flutter shut. Hells, you swear that you can feel him growing even harder beneath you. Another roll of your hips and his eyes slowly open again, half-lidded and glazed with desire. His hands firmly grip your waist, and thereâs the briefest sensation of falling as he rolls you back onto your bedroll, tucking the pillow under your head.
He kisses along your clavicle, nosing down your ribs, humming against your skin. Feather-light brushes of his lips meet your ribs, then your breast, pausing to swipe his tongue over your nipple before he proceeds downward. When he arrives at your navel, your legs automatically spread open for him, and he lets out a hum of approval. He takes a leg in his hand and kisses up the thigh, warm, sharp kisses that trail up to the place you want him most.
He starts off slowly - a long lick over your clit, a quick swipe of his tongue before he settles between your legs, propping your thigh over his shoulder and starting a maddening rhythm. After all this time, you really should know how much pleasure to expect - but after everything, after his confession in the Shadowlands and the fear with Cazador, this still feels⌠new.
And Astarion is very, very good at what he does. He seems to know exactly what you want before you do, before your mind can put it into tangible thought, and before your body can even search for it. He works a finger into you, then two, and youâre left gasping and squirming as he sets an agonizingly slow pace. After a moment, he speeds up, just where you want him, perfect, perfect-
And then he pulls away, and the look on his face practically shouts that he knows exactly what heâs doing to you. Of course he does. Heâs always been a tease. His fingers continue their work, languidly dragging in and out of you as he speaks.
âYou know,â he says, pressing a kiss to your thigh, âback at the river, this was all I could think about. Getting my mouth on you. Watching you come apart piece by piece.â
Gods, heâs been direct before, but never that direct. Frankly, youâre surprised you donât come then and there. Instead, you clench hard around his fingers and whimper, rolling your hips in time with his movements.
âAstarion,â you pant, unable to coax your mind into forming a coherent reply. âGods, Astarion.â
He hums in response, flashing you a wicked grin. âThatâs it, darling,â he encourages, shifting his fingers until theyâre brushing against a spot that makes your vision black out. âSay my name. Let everyone hear you.â
You manage a laugh that quickly fades into a soft moan. âThe entire camp will kill me if I wake them up.â
He nips at your thigh. âLet them try,â he muses. âTheyâll have to get through me.â
He lowers his mouth between your legs again, and your head falls back against the pillow. Itâs an embarrassingly short time before your muscles start to tense up, wiring you with pleasure from head to toe. One of your hands fixes in his hair, pulling tightly as white-hot pleasure sparks through your abdomen, and oh, gods, youâre coming-
Your vision cuts out again. Your mind fuzzes over, drunk with pleasure, leaving you shuddering, clenching around his fingers, moaning into your free hand.Â
You know heâd prefer to hear you, but if you actually disturb any of the others, youâll die of embarrassment. One day, the two of you will have your own house with a real bed, and youâll be as loud as you want. For now, you muffle your cries into your fingers and tremble through your climax.
Your body floats weightlessly for a moment in what must be Elysium, until you finally rejoin yourself and find your limbs heavy and uncoordinated. Astarion huffs, placing a final kiss on you until he crawls upward, kissing up your chest again.Â
Heâs still holding himself back - you can see it in the way he moves, in the tension of his muscles and the coil of his shoulders. Thereâs a fire in his eyes, a hunger that you recognize so well. When he reaches your neck, you instinctively tilt your head, allowing him access to his usual spot.Â
For a moment, he hesitates, his warm breath fanning over the skin as your pulse hammers in your throat. Then he groans, grinding himself into your leg as he bites down, chasing his pleasure against your thigh as your blood spills into his mouth.
You know this routine so very well by now. The sting of the bite, and the numbness that follows. The ebb and flow of your blood, filling his mouth. The slight dizziness that comes before he pulls away, swiping his tongue over the bite for one final taste.
âGods,â he pants, gripping your shoulder. Then, to your utter disappointment and confusion, he pulls away. âWait here, my sweet. I need to - Iâll be right back. I promise.â
And before you can protest, heâs scrambling out the tent. For a long, numb moment, you stare at the tent opening, wondering if youâre dreaming. The silence of the tent grates on your ears, echoing the sound of your breathing until you can barely stand it. Then heâs pushing inside again, a scroll in hand as he closes the tent.
âDo I want to know what that is?â you ask.
âA scroll of Silence, darling. Iâve been saving it.â He flashes you a grin, murmuring the incantation as the scroll shimmers in his hand. Pure Weave, confined into parchment.Â
You donât hear the spell take effect, but you feel it. Itâs a thickness in the air, a heaviness in your movements.Â
Astarion doesnât waste another second. He pushes up to kiss you, and itâs messy - your tongue against his, the sting of sharp teeth, your hand in his hair and his hand on the nape of your neck. Thereâs the taste of metal and herbs: your blood mixed with the remnants of a healing potion. He spreads your legs with his knee, then sits back on his heels and reaches down to undo his trousers.
You study him for a moment. The crease of his brow. The alabaster of his skin, sculpted out like a statue from marble.Â
If you were an artist, youâd make him your lifeâs work. Youâd chip out his every feature little by little, painstakingly working away at the stone to define the look in his eyes when he tells you he loves you. Youâd spend ages carving every wrinkle, every line, every perfect imperfection. The touch of it would be cold, like him, but it could never compare to how he looks as he settles over you, eyes blown dark with desire.Â
He inches closer, still on his knees, and takes hold of your thighs, lifting them up to meet his hips before gently easing inside of you. He lets out a sharp exhale as he slowly presses deeper, his grip shifting to your waist.
Nothing could compare to the way it feels as he fills you up inch by inch, murmuring praise, telling you how beautiful you are for him. âDarling,â he bites out, gritting his teeth at the pleasure. âIf anyone ever tries anything like that with you again, Iâll tear them to shreds.â
You laugh a little, breathless, delirious in the delicious stretch of him inside you. âI wonât stop you. I just might ask to break their nose first.â
He shakes his head, but a small smile plays on his lips before he straightens and starts his rhythm. Slow, even thrusts that leave you grasping at the blankets beneath you, trying to steady yourself in the waves of sensation. He stares down at you, half-drunk on your blood, lips parted and his cheeks flushed.
âYou feel incredible,â he breathes. âGods. Youâre incredible.â
Your eyes donât quite know where to land. They never do. Now, they flutter over his abdomen, taking in the sight of the muscles that ripple and contract with the rolling of his hips. The droplets of sweat that slowly build on his skin, glimmering like crystals.Â
His jaw clenches, and his pace starts to quicken, and the feeling of him inside of your aching cunt is just so godsdamned good. His cock stretches you out like it was made for you, and soon your lungs are hardly filling with air. You canât think, and you can scarcely breathe. All you know is that youâre not going to last much longer.
You tug at the blankets and shut your eyes, and he lets out another soft, aching noise as he thrusts deeper, faster, filling you up, the slick sound of your arousal echoing through the tent and mixing with the heaving of your breaths. You clench around him and he groans, shifting the angle of your hips, rhythm frantic.
âThatâs it,â he pants. âCome for me, darling.â
And you do. Your body clenches around him as you cry out, back arching, pleasure overtaking every thought but one: Astarion. Astarion, Astarion, Astarion. Your breaths scrape shallowly through your chest and ecstasy burns through every inch of you, every nerve - until you feel paralyzed. Content, thoroughly fucked and sated, but paralyzed.
 Youâve just started to come back to your senses when Astarion follows you over the edge, a moan tumbling from his lips that sounds remarkably like your name. His hips thrust a few more times, chasing after his pleasure, clumsy movements that slow to a halt as he shuts his eyes. He shudders, then slackens, carefully pulling out of you before he wraps his hands around your thighs and gently lowers them back to the bedroll.
You can barely move, still lost in the aftershocks of pleasure as he cleans you up, smoothing the hair out of your face as he lays next to you.
âYou know,â he says, âI think Iâm going to ask Gale to make us another one of those scrolls.â
And, gods, all you can do is laugh.
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