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rawrsatthetree · 2 months ago

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Old Habits Die Hard.

Ascended Astarion x Dark Urge Reader

Set after the events of the game. Lord Astarion falls into old habits and gives his pet Bhaalspawn some much needed enrichment.

Completely gender neutral reader, but they are a bottom.

Warnings: gore like really fucked up gore. Cheating. Smut. Dub-con/non-con. Not at all safe or sane for either parties. Dead Dove, Do Not Eat.

The rite of profane ascension had given him so much. The ability to see his own reflection, the ability to permanently walk in the sun, the power to take whatever he pleased, and the power to keep his beloved at his side for all eternity. However for all these gifts there were many things that remained. Much to Astarion’s disappointment ascension had not magically healed 200 years of torment, it had not fixed the feeling of disgust and loathing.

As much as he wanted to indulge, as mush as he had dreamed of a hedonistic life style awash with blood and sex; he could not over come the deep rooted disgust, the bile in the back of his throat. That night with his dear sweet consort and the two drow prostitutes had been deeply disappointing. Despite his desire to enjoy himself, he hadn’t. All he felt was disgust and anger, it took all of him to hide the hurt it caused him.

He could lie to you, but he could not lie to himself. Yours was the only touch he could tolerate. The only touch that didn’t cause his skin to crawl and his guts to twist. He could hardly stand the idea of any hands, other than the hands of his little love, touching him. He only longed for you and the familiar comfort of you body and blood. Not that he would ever tell you this, gods forbid you ever know the power you command over his newly beating heart. He needed to retain some semblance of dominance and control.

Despite his lack of interest and very public marriage to you, it didn’t stop the suitors of court from throwing themselves at him. How could they not? He was devastatingly beautiful, disgustingly wealthy, powerful, and darkly mysterious. On top of it all no one seemed to respect his marriage to you. Your presence much more suited to presiding over a cult and stalking the sewers than being paraded around court. No matter how he dressed you or how many lessons in educate he made you endure, you stuck out as an outsider. All the young suitors of court and their ambitious families were convinced they could still worm their way into his power and status. Surely the new lord of the crimson palace would be better off with a spouse of noble birth. Little did they know it would take far more than a trip to the court house to divorce you from him.

He could see it in their eyes the way they looked at him. They didn’t see him. They saw his wealth, his power, his status, his body. Unlike you, you looked right through him right down to his twisted soul. Despite your adorable naivety from your amnesia, you had always been deeply wise and perceptive. Your eyes were as sharp as your blades. Oh how they used spark and flare with passion and mischief. But as of late they had seemed dull and heavy. He was happy you had rejected your father’s will so you could be fully his; however, it seemed as though Bhaal had taken an important part of you when he killed you on that alter. All of this, the parties and court drama, it bored you terribly. Sometimes he worried you had grown bored of him as well. He missed the flame of murderous rage and manic hunger in your eyes. His consort, his dearest friend, his most precious spawn, his first, his baby.

He watched you now from across the crowded ball room. You sat bored out of your broken mind on your thrown, simply watching the party with empty eyes. He was standing in the middle of the ballroom floor, the center of attention as always. He had become completely lost in thought gazing at you so far away from him atop your perch. He hadn’t been giving any attention to the gaggle of young lords and ladies the had been fawning over him. Apparently long enough that one lady had the gall to grab his arm pressing it firmly into her breast.

“My lord Ancuin, you seem so distracted.” The girl spoke low in a voice dripping with lust. Gods she was practically humping his side like a dog. “Perhaps you and I should go get some air,” she paused before leaning into his ear. “Somewhere private.” She punctuated her words with a soft playful blow of air on his sensitive ear.

His gut turned and twisted at the feeling. He should push her off, humiliate her for being so forward, hells he should kill her as an example to those who would dare touch him. But something about her forward advance caught him off guard, triggering an instinct that had been beaten into him centuries ago.

Instead of pushing her away, he turned and pulled her by her waist. Pushing her body against his, as he eyed her plush pink lips. He could feel the warmth radiating off of her, hear her little heart hammering in her chest pumping heated blood through her veins. “So forward my lady, surely you wouldn’t pull me away from such stimulating company.” He voice dripped with charm and seduction.

The girl almost swooned in his arms but she was determined to claim him. Instead she took his return of her embrace as an open invitation. She leaned into him, pressing a burning kiss to the under side of his jaw. She pulled back, mere centimeter above his lips as if daring him to kiss her right there on the ball room floor. Her hands wandered dangerously low. The feeling made Astarion want to crawl out of his own skin but he choked down the feeling like he had done countless times before.

The crowd of young eager bachelors and bachelorettes that surrounded him watched with baited breath. Their eyes all burning into him with jealousy and lust. The girl leaned in just a hair further, he could feel her breath on his lips and smell her pheromones. He took her jaw into his hand, cradling it gently rather than grabbing it harshly as he had intended. “Not here my lady, in front of so many prying eyes.”

However there was one pair of eyes he didn’t feel, the only pair of eyes he did want on him. He spared a glance over to your throne. He expected to see you sitting there burning with jealous, eyes filled with rage and blood lust. But to his disappointment, you were gone.

His heart broke. You had left him. Did you not even care that he was holding another? Had you truly lost your love for him a long with your murderous urge? A profound emptiness and sadness washed over him before it was quickly replaced with anger and hatred. In his spiteful fury, he turned back to the girl. She flinched at the intensity in his eyes but he held her firmly. Astarion forced his lips against hers locking her into a fierce passionate kiss. The crowd gasped and she melted into him. He kissed her till the poor thing was dizzy with desire before pulling away just enough to whisper in her ear. “Ask the servants to escort you to the boudoir and wait for me there, my dear.”

With out another word the girl ran off to do as she was told. Astarion turned to his party now in an uproar over what had just occurred. They lavished him in their attention desperate for even a taste of his. He let the party go on watching to see if he caught any sign of you but you had fully vanished. It hurt to think of how you had abandoned him.

As the party died down and the last of the guests took their leave, Astarion thought of the girl he had stupidly sent to the boudoir promising a night of passion. He felt like an idiot now, what had come over him in that moment? No he knew what, he fell into old habits and when you didn’t run to his rescue nor lashed out in jealousy, he had wanted to hurt you. Maybe if he hurt you enough you would come back to him, he could shock you into being yourself again. But you hadn’t even been there when he kissed her and promised to fuck her. Stupid. Now he has a horny young lady awaiting him. He wished the thought thrilled him but it only filled him with an old anxiety.

He supposed he could just retire to his courters and have a spawn deal with her. However something in the back of his mind told him to go to her. If anything it would give him the opportunity to tell the audacious girl off and perhaps even kill her. Or maybe he would swallow his disgust and fuck her, just to spite you further. As he approached the door to the boudoir he hesitated. His instincts told him something was terribly wrong. But what had he to fear as the vampire ascendant. Swallowing his fear he threw open the door.

The sight that greeted him made his blood run cold. What lay before him was definitely on the list of the most gruesome twisted things he had ever witnessed, even during his time under Cazador. The room reeked of blood, bile, and piss. On the bed was what he had to assume was the young girl and his beloved consort giggling to themselves.

“Little love what have you done?” Astarion asked just above a whisper. In your free hand you held your sister’s old blade. The girl he had sent to wait for him lay back against you. You kept her propped up in full display proud of your work. The skin of her once pretty face had been carefully peeled away, large frightened lidless eyes watched him. Her dress and under garments cut from her body, breasts and cunt on full display. Her torso had been expertly sliced open from the bottom of her rib cage down almost to the top of her clit. Layers of flesh and muscle had been peeled back. Her organs gently pulled from the cavity but still fully intact. He could see them pulse and squirm. Gods above the retched thing was still alive. You had vivisected the girl like a true expert.

You only giggled sweetly, “I thought I would come down and get her ready for you, help her strip.” You where clearly pleased with your self. You caressed the girls exposed intestines as you trailed you hand down to her cunt. The girl only gasped and sputtered in horror. Astarion watched eyes darkening as you caressed the girls sex. Running your fingers along her slit, you spread her lips open exposing her pink vulva and clit soaked not from arousal but from having pissed herself.

“Come my love, she’s ready for you.” You taunted him, dared him to fuck her in this state. You had expected him to react in anger, in horror and fear. However Astarion’s eyes were filled with nothing but carnal desire. Rage filled you as he stalked towards the bed stopping right before the edge. He reached forward, just as you thought he was about to touch her cunt he grabbed you wrist instead pulling you harshly to your feet.

“What are you doing!?” You fought against him trying to pull your wrist away. “You’re not going to make me leave! If you want to fuck the whore’s putrid carcass so bad you can do it in front of me.” You spat venom at him letting him feel the full fury of your anger.

Astarion only watched you with that hungry gaze before wordlessly scooping you up into his arms. He carried you out of the boudoir, only stopping to tell one of his spawn to “take care of the mess” as he headed for your shared chambers. You squirmed and fought him trying to escape, even attempting to stab him, but Astarion was far stronger than you now, it was hopeless to fight him.

He tossed you down onto your grand bed prying Orin’s blade from your grip tossing it aside and out of reach. With out letting you utter a word of protest he kissed you. It wasn’t a sweet kiss but one filled with passion and desire, the desire to consume and dominate.

You fought against him fruitlessly, pushing helplessly at his shoulders as he pinned you down with his body. You could feel his erection, heavy against your thigh. He finally released you lips, now raw and bruised, to move his attention to your neck.

With your mouth finally free you could tell him off. “What!? Did that whore arouse you so much you’ve lost control my lord.” Your voice oozed with venom, desperate to hurt him even a fraction of how he had hurt you. “How dare you kiss me with those same lips that kissed her.”

Instead of answering you he bit down hard enough to make you yelp. As he drank your blood, he forced your leg apart so he could grind his hard clothed cock against your sex. You began to feel light headed as he took his fill before releasing your neck with a low groan.

“You fool,” he rasped starting to loose himself to the taste of your blood and the pleasure of your body. “You did this to me, you’ve driven me to this madness.”

He released you only for a moment to lower his trousers releasing his throbbing cock. Just as you were ready to fight him again he spoke.

“You,” he groaned as he tore through your clothes baring your sex to him. “I only want you my love.”

You were left stunned by his confession and the tenderness beneath the burning lust in his eyes. He took full advantage of your shocked state by pushing you back down and forcing the head of his cock into your entrance. You cried out, far to tight and ill prepared to take him, but your cries of pain fell on deaf pointed ears. Astarion was determined to take you even if he had to rip you open.

“Hells your tight,” he hissed as the pleasure of taking you over took him. He speared you on his cock, forcing inch after inch deeper. Tears welled in your eyes as you tore at his fine silk doublet. Normally he’s scold you for ruining his clothes but he was too far gone, lost in your comfort.

“My dark consort,” he moaned as he bottomed out. Astarion paused giving you a brief moment of relief. He looked down at you taking in the sight of your teary eyes filled with agony. His expression was unreadable to you, perhaps a strange perversion of affection and regret.

He maintained eye contact as he began to fuck you. Slowly dragging his cock along your walls, making sure you felt all of him.

“My dearest spawn,” he called out to you as he pumped his cock in and out at an agonizing pace. His slow pace eased the pain caused by his forceful insertion. The burning stretch melted into pleasure.

“My baby,” he caressed your cheek gently, maintaining intense eye contact. Your head started to grow fuzzy with pleasure, the slow brag of his cock calming the fury in your heart.

“Master,” you moaned softly, your eyes falling closed.

A sharp smack to your cheek pulled you from your haze. “Don’t,” Astarion reprimanded you, he hip stopping as he grabbed your face forcing you to look at him. “Say my name, like only you can.” He let go of your face and rubbed the sore spot on your cheek. Astarion restarted his slow but strong thrusts. “And keep your eyes on me darling.”

You do as your told holding his gaze only breaking it to blink away tears from being struck. “Astarion,” you call his name, pleasure building again at an unbearable pace.

“Yes, gods just like that.” He smiled down at you. Hearing you call his name a balm to his broken heart. “Tell me little love, why did you kill the girl?”

The mention of her while he made sweet love to you soured your mood. Anger bubbled back up in your heart. “Because she dared touch you, you hissed. “And even worse, you kissed her putrid lips and promised to fuck her.” Rage settled back over your pretty face.

Astarion picked up the pace only slightly, your anger arousing him further. “Why didn’t you stop her when she dared touch your master and husband?”

“Gods Astarion, all these questions.” You groaned trying to focus and failing as he fucked you.

“Humor me pet,” he tried to play it off as playful curiosity but the hint of insecurity still lingered.

“I couldn’t, ah fuck- I wouldn’t have been able to control myself.” You could tell from the look he gave you, he wasn’t convinced. “Ah- if I had tried to confront her in the ballroom, I would have killed her in front of your guests.”

“How oddly considerate of you,” he teased. “I guess those educate lessons are paying off after all.” He rewarded your answer by bring his hand to you sex adding to your pleasure with gentle ministrations.

“Oh gods Astarion,” you try to move you hips his slow pace edging you. “I can’t take this teasing much longer.”

“Patience love,” he hushed you holding your hips in place. “Tell me how it felt to kill her.” He picked up the pace growing sensitive himself.

“Fuck- ah- it felt amazing!” You arched you back, pleasure now building at a blinding pace. “Gods it felt so good to slice the flesh from her pig face.” You clench around his cock at the memory. “The relief of her guts squirming in my grasp, ah how I’ve missed it!”

“Oh fuck,” Astarion’s pace grew frantic chancing both of your ends. He was getting close, the slow pace having teased him to the point of over stimulation. He takes you lips in a desperate kiss, needing to be closer to you.

“Astarion!” You call out to him, wrapping your arms around him holding him close. “I’m gonna come.” Your walls squeezed him as your eyes rolled back.

“Say you love me,” he begged into the crook of you neck. His hips stuttering so close to the edge.

“I love you Astarion,” you cried out. Your whole body trembled as your walls contracted wildly, pulling him over the edge with you. “I love you! I love you I love you” you moaned into his shoulder, holding him so tight your claws pierced his skin.

Astarion just whimpered and gasped as his seed filled you. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, wrapping himself around you trying to hold you as close as possible.

You bit him possessively, growling as you body tingled from overstimulation. Astarion just groaned, cradling your head as you drank his blood. He tugged at your hair gently when he began to feel faint. You bared down for a moment making sure he felt you before reluctantly releasing he neck.

He kissed you tasting himself on your lips. He didn’t pull out, not ready to leave the embrace of your body. But your poor little body shook as your walls still contracted around him. You were both completely fuck out and sensitive to the point of pain. Astarion deepened the kiss as he let his soft cock slip out of your hole.

Tears rolled down your cheeks again, over whelmed by all the emotions of the night.

“What’s wrong my little love?” Astarion cooed at you, whipping your tears.

“I lost control,” you sobbed. “We fought so hard to be free but I still yearn to kill like I’m Bhaal’s bitch.”

“Oh my love, do not fret, you are mine and mine alone.” He laid down beside you, pulling you to lay on his chest. “Don’t forget you’re a vampire now, your bloodlust is hardly unnatural.”

You cuddled into his side. “Why did you kiss her Astarion? Why agree to fuck her?” Your ask voice still wavering from your sobs.

Astarion stiffened, hesitating as if he’s not sure how to answer. He hates to be weak in front of you but lying would do nothing to ease your hurt. “Old habits.” Was all he could bare to say. You didn’t need to know how he had desired to scorn you.

You grew quiet, knowing what he meant. You felt foolish, like you had failed him. That whore had upset your master, triggering old instincts from when he had to seduce whatever tramp threw themselves at him. You knew ascending hadn’t healed his past, even if he wanted to pretend it was all behind him. Despite his power, he still awoke from nightmares and dissociated from time to time.

“I’m so sorry my love,” you shift to were you can gaze into his eyes. “Next time someone dares to lay a hand on you, I’ll naw it off.”

He smiled at you fondly, the expression not quite reaching his eyes. “How sweet.” He turns to kiss you. “I do appreciate your restraint though, we can’t have you staining the floor of my ballroom.”

“But master,” you protest. “How am I to protect you?”

“Hush love, I’m not saying you can’t kill them. I would just prefer if you kept the mess to a minimum. Ugh speaking of mess.” He gestures to the two of you coved in various dried bodily fluids, the shredded remains of your clothes barley hanging off of your bodies. He scoops you up in his arms, “I think a long hot bath is in order.”

“Oh gods the poor servants,” you think of the mess you left in the boudoir, embarrassed at the over dramatic display you had made of the girl.

“They better have the boudoir spotless by morning or I’m putting those useless wretches on pikes.” You weren’t sure if he was joking or not but you laughed all the same.

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prettyboybun · 1 year ago

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I am genuinely always thinking about being one of a pair of subs. I'm the obedient bunny, he's the bratty puppy.

Our dom has us kneel for him in the living room after having teased us all day. "Alright, listen, sweet things. I know you're all riled up for me, but I need to go to the store. When I get back, I'll use you both properly, okay?"

We nod, my pup partner squirming already, wiggling his hips. Our dom continues, "You are NOT to touch yourselves until I get back. Got it?"

I nod sweetly, and get my hair ruffled affectionately in return. My sub partner, on the other hand, bites his lip with a glint in his eye, nodding slowly. You could almost hear the cogs turning. Our dom partner gives him a look, but inevitably ruffles his hair as well. "Okay. I'll be back soon, I promise."

We sit still and kneel in the living room until the front door closes and we hear him driving away. Suddenly, my partner pounces on top of me. He's already rutting against my thigh and pressing kisses all over my face and neck.

"B-But," I gasp, "Sir, he said to- He wants us to-"

"I know, baby boy, but I need you so bad right now, he's not gonna have to know," He says, against my neck, "You like this, don't you?"

I groan, "Yes, of course I do, I want you so bad... but I wanna be good for sir..."

"Just don't touch yourself, sweetheart. That's what he said, right? Don't touch yourselves? I'm sure that means I can touch you."

I ponder it for a little bit. Eventually, I nod, biting my lip. I'm still unsure if this is going against sir's wishes, but feeling my puppy boyfriend rutting against me, lips on my neck... It just feels too good after a whole morning of teasing and denial.

Puppy leans up and whispers in my ear, "Good boy." I shiver, hairs standing on end.

I let him manhandle me roughly into the position he wants, which turns out to be frotting our tdicks together. I'm laying on the floor, pinned, whimpering, feeling a little guilty at technically disobeying, but mostly lost in the pleasure.

My puppy looks down at me and says, "Don't cum, either, bunny. You have to wait til sir gets back for that one, definitely."

I nod, breathless. Then I open my eyes and look at him questioningly, "What about you?"

He smirks and rakes his claws down the center of my chest, leaving four pretty red scratches. I moan, and he says, "I can take whatever he's gonna dish. Don't you worry your pretty little head- After all, who's making the rules right now?"

I whimper, "Y-You, sir."

"Good boy."

We stay like that, him roughly grinding into me as I whine and moan beneath him. Eventually, though, the door opens, and I gasp and try to squirm out of my puppy's grip. We weren't supposed to still be playing when he got back. But puppy isn't relenting, he's still rocking his hips sharply against me.

"What do we have here?" Our dom says, a little amused. He surely would have guessed this would happen.

Puppy grunts as he continues grinding on me, "Welcome back, sir." I look at him and he's looking him dead in the eyes, smirking.

"Oh, puppy. Just couldn't wait, could you?" Sir sets down the grocery bags on a table, and walks over and picks pup off me with ease.

I start scrambling to sit up, but my dom presses his boot to my chest and gently lays me back down. "Still, bun, stay here. Let me deal with our boy and then I'll be back for you, okay?" I nod, looking up at him with soft eyes. "There's a good boy."

For a little while, behind me, I hear struggling, teasing, and soft moans. Then, my dom comes back over to me and lifts me up into his arms, walking us over to his armchair. This is when I see that our puppy is tied up spread open on the couch, gagged, but noticeably drippy and empty. Sir sits me down in his chair on his lap, facing puppy.

"Spread your legs, bunny," He murmurs into my ear. I do as he asks immediately, earning a quiet, "Good boy..." In response.

I turn my head to look at him and start saying, "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to disobey, I-"

He shushes me, petting my hair, "Oh, bunny, that's not your fault. I know you need touched, puppy just decided that it was his responsibility to do so. Isn't that right, pup?"

Puppy says something in snarky defiance, surely, muffled against his gag. "Exactly. I know you're my good boy, bun. That's why I'm gonna overstimulate you on my lap right now while your pup watches and can't do anything about it." My eyes widen, starry. I see that sir is smirking at puppy. Our pup squirms and growls against his bonds.

I lean back against our dom's chest, also looking at puppy as I begin to have my tdick touched, softly at first. Then, he applies pressure, making me moan quietly. Teasingly, he uses his fingers to spread my bunnycunt open on display at pup.

"Doesn't he look so pretty like this, puppy?" At this point, our pup is ravenously trying to get out of his bonds, but he's tied up too tightly. Sir adopts a fake pity tone as he says, "Aw, I know, puppy. You just wanna use him so bad, don't you?"

Sir plunges a finger inside me and curls it, making me gasp and moan loudly, "That's it, good bunny. Let every sound out, I want him to hear how good I make you feel."

I do as he asks, making obscene sounds as his fingers fuck in and out of me, thumb circling my tdick. He growls gently in my ear, "You need to tell me when you're close, okay, bunny?"

"I- um- I'm close sir, so close for you, sir," I babble, already feeling so overwhelmed with sensation.

"Cum for us, bunny. Cum all over my fingers." I clench down and shudder, crying out and cumming all over his hand. He doesnt take his fingers out, but he gives me a little bit of time to breathe before he starts fucking me again.

Eventually, I cum the same way again. Then a third, and a fourth time, stacking them back to back against each other. After I've cum five times, I'm absolutely spent. He takes his fingers out, cleans them off, and pets my hair and shoulders, letting me slump against him bonelessly.

Our puppy has given up on getting out of his restraints, but he's whining softly, looking at us with big eyes. Sir motions for me to kneel down on the floor, and I do so, a little slumped.

He walks over to puppy and plays with his dripping hole as he says, "Good boy, good puppy. You took that so well, I know that was difficult. Are you ready for your reward?" Puppy nods, frantically. "Come here, bunny, kneel in front of him."

I happily crawl over, kneeling in front of my pup, smiling softly at him. Sir takes his gag out and says, "Tell him what you want, pup. Nicely, if you would, our boy is a little overwhelmed as you might imagine."

"Pl... Please suck my tdick, bunny."

I oblige, glad to have him down my throat. He throws his head back and moans as I start to flick my tongue. Sir teases his nipples for a while, watching me service him. "Such good boys, both of you. You're both so good for me, I'm so proud of you, so proud to be your owner."

Eventually, sir takes my head and starts fucking my mouth on puppy's dick. Puppy moans louder than ever, babbling about how good it feels, thanking us both. Sir fucks my throat on it harder, growling, "That's it. Take it, take it, both of you."

I moan into his tdick, sending loud vibrations straight through him. Puppy jerks his hips up in time with my mouth bobbing on him, crying out, "Sir, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum for me, puppy, cum down his throat," I can hear sir whisper in his ear. Pup cums explosively down my throat, covering my face in it.

Sir gently pulls my head off, as I stare off in a subspace daze. Puppy is panting, as our dom makes quick work of untying him, "Good boys. You're both so good for me, took that all so well."

He lies puppy back on the couch against him, and motions for me to lay on him as well. I jump up, eager to get snuggled after all that intense play, and he chuckles sweetly at me. Sir pets my hair when I get nestled into his embrace, "Good boy, there you go. Much better, love having both my sweet boys in my arms."

Puppy leans up to kiss me gently on the forehead. They both keep praising me and each other, and I deliver slurred praise back where I can, eventually drifting off peacefully in their safe embrace.

#☀️overstim #☀️bunny #dom thoughts in this post brought to you by 💡- subby stuff is me rhfnbdmsbdkjd #☀️pubby #☀️mine #☀️bound #☀️displayed #☀️group #sorry for how fuckimg LONG this got holy shit #anyways this has been my number 1 fantasy for SO LONG.... it's insane how long this has been in my brain #(and um. likewise how often the system plays with this concept for ourselves. esp with me ⚡️ & 💡)

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