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mystique-6 · 9 months

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Kinktober Day 5 Table Sex

Summary: Ailis tries to make the best of a bad situation. She manages to make it worse.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s). I have started the fic. If you like this please consider checking out my main fic, This is Me Trying. (Can you tell I like Taylor Swift?) Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. I also have the fic posted on AO3.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tag Warnings: Table Sex, Non-consensual Touhing, Non-consensual spanking, Impact Play, Non-con/rape, vampire bite, semi-public sex, penis in vagina sex, anal fingering, figging, domestic violence, abuse, gags, orgasm denial

Additional Note: This fic involves Ascended Astarion.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

Ailis paused before the large oak doors of the dining room and took a deep breath. She loathed this hour of the day when she was forced to dine with Astarion. On a good day, it was the only time she saw him. Other days he required more of her presence and the meal usually ended up as a prelude before something unpleasant. Today had been a good day. It seemed aa shame to ruin it with his presence. She took another deep breath, opened one of the heavy oak doors, and swept into the dining room.

“Ah! There you are, my darling consort!” Astarion exclaimed. “You look beautiful this evening.” She watched him take in her form she had draped in a midnight blue, velvet evening gown. Her dark, black-brown hair was worn up in a braided bun.

“Thank you, my Lord,” she managed to force out in a polite tone. She took her seat across from him at the ridiculously long dining table. When they had first started living here, the size of the table had annoyed her. Now she was grateful for the distance. She took in the spread laid out for them; two golden goblets full of blood for her and a plate of ham with roasted potatoes and carrots for Astarion. He also had his own goblet of blood and another filled with a red wine. She frowned at her own goblets. It wasn’t so much that she missed food. She just didn’t like the reminder that she couldn’t have it any longer. Astarion noticed her pouting.

“Is there something wrong with the blood I provided for you?” he asked. She heard the warning in his tone.

“No. Nothing,” she replied quickly and took a sip. It was never enough to satisfy her hunger. She forced a smile on her face anyway and Astarion nodded his approval. She felt relief that he let the perceived slight go. They went through the meal in silence. They were the only two in the room. Astarion always just rang a bell when he needed something else brought in, rather than have the staff stay in the room during their meals. This hadn’t bothered her in the beginning. She had enjoyed the intimacy of just the two of them dining alone. Now she thought having the servants in her would be a nice distraction from the loud silence between them.

She finished her two goblets of blood and gazed at the old grandfather clock that stood against the adjacent wall. Only twenty minutes had passed. She couldn’t stand the thought of spending another forty minutes of tense silence. She turned to stare at Astarion but she knew he would never dismiss her early. She saw him reach for the Baldur’s Gate news pamphlet he read every evening, and she knew she had to do something to end this agony.

“How was your day?” she cried out in a forcefully optimistic tone. Astarion’s hand paused over the pamphlet and he looked across the table at her in surprise. By his baffled expression one would have thought she’d suddenly grown two heads.

“I’m sorry, darling. What did you say?” he asked.

“I asked how your day was,” she said.

The look of surprise changed to one of suspicion. “If you were needed on one of my current plans for the city, I would have included you, darling,” he said. “Don’t trouble yourself about them.” He started to reach for his news pamphlet again. Ailis closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she tried to force back a scowl. It had been months since either of them had initiated a normal conversation during dinner. She should have anticipated he’d be suspicious. She tried again.

“I wasn’t asking how your plans are going,” she said in an even tone. “I was asking about your day. Was it a good day? Anything exciting happen? Do you have anything you want to discuss. That is what I meant.”

The look of surprise returned to his face and then shifted to confusion, though she could still see a hint of suspicion in his expression. “I’m not sure why any of that matters to you, my dear,” he said stiffly. “How my day went had nothing to do with you.”

This time she couldn’t hold back a groan of frustration. “I am trying to make conversation with you!” she exclaimed. “We never just talk anymore! We used to talk…” She cut off as she realized just how true her words were. She couldn’t even remember the last conversation they’d had that didn’t involve thinly veiled threats or barbs.

Astarion stared at her for such a long moment she thought he was just going to ignore her, but finally he answered. “My day was rather tedious. All meetings that made very little progress.” He paused. “How was your day?”

Ailis tried to stifle her surprise. She hadn’t expected him to return the inquiry. “Also tedious. There’s nothing for me to do here.”

Astarion snorted in derision. “You have an entire library at your disposal,” he said. “Not to mention the gardens or you could go riding along the grounds. You also need only advise the servants to bring you anything you like. If it’s something we don’t have here they’ll get it for you.”

“I’ve done all that you just suggested numerous times before,” she said. “Doing the same thing day after day gets tiring.”

“My you have become spoiled, haven’t you? It’s unbecoming, pet,” he scolded. She looked down at her empty goblets shamed. She looked back up when he spoke in a gentler tone. “Why don’t you interact with the other spawn? You might not feel so bored if you had more companionship.”

“The other spawn don’t like me,” she said, and was surprised by the sad tone in her voice. She often told herself she didn’t care that she was ostracized from the other spawn. She understood why they didn’t care for her. Although Astarion was awful to her, he was even worse to his other spawn and he often set her up on a pedestal he made sure the others knew they wouldn’t reach. Of course, they didn’t like her.

Astarion considered her words for a moment and nodded. “They’re just jealous of you, darling,” he said. “And they should be. You’re far above them. You shouldn’t concern yourself with whether they like you or not.” She forced back a groan of frustration. She shouldn’t be surprised his suggestion was to force her presence on the other spawn and ignore her discomfort. He was forcing her into that situation every day with their dinner arrangement. She reminded herself she was trying to make the best of it.

“What I would really like to do, is get out of the mansion,” she said, and then added quickly. “Find something to do in Baldur’s Gate.”

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Astarion replied stiffly.

“Why not?” she challenged.

She watched as a flare of his temper appeared in his gaze, but he answered her calmy. “There are numerous miscreants walking the streets of this city. You are my consort. It is my duty o keep you safe. You are safe here in the mansion.”

“In case you’re forgetting, I helped save this city. I don’t need your protection,” she said. She was honestly surprised he kept control of his temper.

“That was before I became the vampire ascendent, darling,” he said, a dangerous tone to his voice. “There are those who would see me brought down. These wicked, ignorant fiends would gladly try to use you to get to me, or hurt you to hurt me. I won’t risk your safety.”

“You could come out with me,” she persisted. “We haven’t done anything together in a long time.”

Astarion paused, but ultimately shook his head. “I’m far too busy, darling,” he said. “And really, there’s nothing happening in Baldur’s Gate worth our seeing.”

“So, you’ll neglect me simply because you aren’t interested in any events?” she snapped, finally losing her own temper. She paled at the rage filled expression he gave her. She’d finally crossed a line.

“Neglect you?” he hissed. “Darling, I provide for you everything a person could want. Others would be envious of your position, and yet you’ve grown so spoiled you are incapable of being grateful.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he held up a hand to stop her. “I really think you ought to be taught a lesson. Come here, pet.” Ailis hesitated, but stood when he opened his mouth to compel her. She walked over to stand in front of him on legs that suddenly felt heavy as lead.

He observed her for a moment and then said, “Remove your clothes, darling.”

Ailis blinked, and then shot nervous glances towards the rooms two entrances. “The servants could enter at any moment,” she whispered.

“Ungrateful consorts don’t deserve privacy,” he said. “Remove your clothes.” When she continued to hesitate, he reached out and ripped her dress off her. She let out a startled cry and quickly removed her remaining garments until she stood naked before him.

“Now get on the table on all fours,” he ordered. She tried once again to protest but his time he stopped her with compulsion. “Now, pet.” She unwillingly moved to the table and moved his dining ware and news pamphlet out of the way before climbing up onto the table in front of him. He stood up and then pressed down on her back between her shoulders so her chest laid on the table and her ass was raised up in the air. He then rang the servant’s bell.

“No,” she whimpered.

“Hush, darling,” Astarion scolded. “And don’t move from that position.” Her body reacted to the command and she was locked in place, unable to try to shield herself from anyone’s eyes. Her face flamed when she heard the servant’s entry door open and an angry tear slipped down her face at the indignity of being put on display like this. She heard a brief murmur of voices with words spoken too low to hear, the door closing, and then reopening a few minutes later. Another exchange of words occurred and then the door closed.

She trembled as she heard Astarion walk up behind her and then cried out as he shoved two fingers into her anus with no warning. She grimaced as he roughly pumped his two lightly greased fingers one or two times and then slightly scissored them inside her before he removed them. His fingers were then replaced by a different object, she assumed a plug, at her entrance before that was slid into place. She was relieved at least the toy was greased, considering how wet it felt.

“All right, darling?” Astarion asked, stroking her hip.

“Y-yes,” she replied in a shaky voice as she adjusted to the intrusion. She waited for him to continue, but he just continued to stroke her body from her hip down her thigh and back. She had just begun to relax slightly when the inside of her ass began to burn. She cried out in shock.

“Darling?” Astarion questioned, but she heard the smirk in his voice and she realized now what he had been waiting for.

“It burns!” she cried. “What is it?”

“Peeled gingerroot,” he answered and stepped up to where she could see his face. His expression was smug.

“Take it out!” she ordered.

“I don’t think so, love. This is a punishment, remember?” he said.

“Please take it out!” she begged. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please!”

“You’re not sorry,” Astarion stated harshly. “You just want me to do what you want, but I’m not here to give you what you want. I’m here to give you what you need, and right now, you need a lesson on gratitude.” He suddenly thrust an apple in front of her mouth.

“Open,” he ordered and she obediently opened her mouth. “Bite down on the apple.” She did and grimaced as the apple’s juice filled her mouth. It tasted like decaying garbage left out to rot in the sun. She looked up at him with watery eyes. He was staring down at her with a stern glare as he pulled off his belt. “I’m going to give you twenty lashes with my belt. You are not to drop the apple until I say so. If you do, I will give you five more lashes for each time you drop it. Nod that you understand.”

She nodded and he moved behind her. She trembled as she waited for the first lash and then cried out, the sound muffled by the apple in her mouth. He had hit her with his full force and the sting from the leather made her skin feel like it was on fire. Worse, when she’d clenched down to brace herself for the next blow, the burn from the gingerroot grew more intense. She screamed and sobbed around the apple as she was forced to take the full blow from the belt or clench around the gingerroot. She felt an overwhelming since of doom and panic as she tried not to bite down too hard on the apple and let it fall from her mouth.

Finally, the last blow hit and she heard his belt drop to the floor. She rested there as she shook from her sobs and then flinched when she felt his hands grip onto her hips. He pulled her ass and hips down so she was parallel to the table and then pulled her back a bit so she was closer to the edge. She felt the head of his cock press to her cunt and she moved to rest on her forearms so she could brace herself. He brutally thrust into her and then set a punishing pace.

His thrusts left her in the same situation as the beating, and she was once again forced to take the full brunt of his thrusts against her bruised ass or clench around the gingerroot and worsen its burning sensation. However, it was slightly better as his cock dragged against a sensitive spot inside her with each thrust. He made no move to touch her, however, so she started to move her hand down to do it herself. His hand caught hers in a crushing grip and he moved it back to where it had been resting. His other hand slapped her bruised ass harshly and she whimpered.

“You cum from my cock alone or you don’t cum at all, pet,” Astarion grunted as he continued to pound in and out of her. “This isn’t about your pleasure.” Tears streamed down her face as he continued to take his own pleasure from her body and left her wanting. She could tell he was approaching his release when his thrusts lost their rhythm.

Suddenly, one of his hands wrapped around her throat and she was lifted to a kneeling position. He adjusted the position of her head to bare her neck and then roughly sunk his fangs into her neck. Her scream was muffled by the apple and she writhed from the agony of his harsh bite. She felt a cold numbness spreading through her body and then the room began to spin as he continued to drink from her. Dark spots began to grow around the edges of her vision until finally the whole room went dark and she was lost.

She did not know how long she was out, but she felt very groggy and weak when she regained consciousness. She was still on the table, though she was now resting on her side. Her ass throbbed from the lashes of the belt and the burn from the gingerroot still inside her, though that had diminished. Somehow, she still had the apple clenched between her teeth. She shifted and tried to push herself up to a sitting position.

“Careful, love,” Astarion said, and gripped her hip gently before pulling the gingerroot out. She whimpered and he shushed her as he helped her move off the table then. “Go slowly now.” She managed to raise herself up and he then lifted her off the table before setting her down in his chair. The room spun and she felt an overwhelming sensation of nausea. She lowered her head between her knees and took deep breaths through her nose, while Astarion gently stroked her hair. After another moment, she raised her head to look back up at him.

“Here, darling, you can let go of the apple now,” he said taking it from her mouth and placing it on the table. She flexed her jaw which ached from being held open for so long. She glared at the apple on the table and Astarion chuckled. “Did it offend you?”

“It tasted disgusting,” she grumbled. “I used to like apples.”

“Tastes can change,” Astarion said. “Let’s get you more blood.” He grabbed the servant’s bell and then she watched in confusion as he moved towards the servants’ entrance before ringing it. She tensed as she saw the door open, but Astarion stood directly in the doorway, blocking the servant from view. No, she realized, blocking her from view of the servant. She felt tears burn her eyes which had begun to spill by the time Astarion approached her with a new goblet filled with blood.

“Darling?!” he exclaimed placing the blood on the table and taking her face in his hands. “What’s wrong?”

“The s-servant was never in here?” she questioned. “They never saw me like…they never saw me?”

Astarion gave her a soft look. “No, darling, they never saw you,” he said. “You are entitled to privacy.” His expression changed to be sterner. “When you behave.” She heard the warning. He’d put her on display if she didn’t please him. She should feel angry and disgusted but she only felt relieved.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He stroked her cheek. “Of course, pet,” he said and then handed her the goblet. “Now drink this slowly.” She listened to him and slowly sipped the blood from her goblet until it was all gone. She felt her strength return to her and she placed the goblet on the table before glancing up at him. He held his hand out to her and she took it and let him help her to her feet. She grimaced when she felt his spend drip out of her and begin to slide down her thigh. He laughed. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He started to lead her towards the door but she held back. He gave her a questioning look.

“You tore my dress,” she said. She didn’t want to be paraded through the mansion naked.

Astarion looked towards the torn fabric left in a pile on the floor and smirked. “So I did,” he said. She worried for a moment that he was going to make her leave the room naked but he then lifted his own shirt off his body and then helped her into it. It covered her to mid-thigh. She smiled at him and gave him a small kiss. He stroked her cheek again and gave her a soft look. “I’ll look into what events are happening in the Gate this weekend. I’m sure I can find something that’s suitable for us to attend.”

She felt her heart swell and she wrapped her arms around him. “Thank you,” she murmured.

She felt him smile against her temple. “This is was gratitude gets you, darling,” he said and then pulled pack and gave her a warning look. “Don’t forget it.” She shook her head quickly and followed him out of the room, all fuzzy feelings lost. All she’d really learned is she would never get anything from him without a cost.

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