#do i tag it that i threw him and my tav in there

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The fact they added this is just amazing because FR elves love their ears rubbed. A+ to lore and animation team. Free camera mod informed me that is not the only thing getting rubbed

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More than sex.

Astarion x gn! Tav

"You’re telling me, that you.. would pass on a night of… meaningless, fantastic, eyes rolling to the back of your head, mind blowing sex… for love?”

“Yes.”

Rating: Mature (for the subject but no actual sex or smut in any way shape or form.) Tags: Demisexuality, demisexual Tav, Demisexual Reader, No Smut, gn! Reader, Slight spoilers, Act One spoilers, Developing Relationship, Developing Friendships, Drabble, short and sweet, Confessions

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“I’m just looking for a little more excitement. A little more fun.”

Tav considered these words, anytime they saw Astarion having ‘fun’ was on the battlefield. Either stabbing his way through anything that stood before him, or sneaking up behind them and slitting their throat before they could even scream. “And what’s your idea of ‘a little fun?’”

Astarion smiled, taking a sip of his cheap wine before speaking, “By the hells. Sex, my dear. A night of passion.” 

“Oh.”

“Oh, indeed. So, how about—“

“Shadowheart is free.” Tav looked over their shoulder to where she stood by her own tent where she fiddled with a bottle of wine attempting to open it with slow hands. 

“Wait, what—“ Astarion shifted to look past Tav to where she stood, the woman catching his gaze and glaring in return. 

“And she’s really pretty too,” Tav offered. 

“I’m not interested in hearing her praise her goddess tonight.” 

“Well, there’s also Lae’zel—“

Astarion shook his head. “I think she would rather behead me before she would ever bed me.”

“Halsin is available too—“ The Druid elf was handsome, and such a powerful one at that but before Tav could even finish, Astarion cut them off.

“Tempting, but not the one I’m interested in.” 

“Gale—“

“No.” 

Tav hummed, putting their hands on their hips as they scanned the rest of the camp. There were many others, but most were already too drunk to even remember their own names. “I can’t think of anyone else.” 

“There’s always you, darling.” 

“Me?” Tav snorted a laugh. Surely he must have been joking. Of all the people that Astarion could have… Tav would personally put themselves at the bottom of the list. 

“Yes, you. It’s not everyday someone like yourself would be propositioned by someone like me, and this may be your last opportunity—“

“No thank you.” 

“No?! What do you mean ‘no’?!” Astarion was shocked, his hands jumping to his chest as if Tav had stabbed him directly in the heart. 

Tav grimaced, the way that Astarion’s face dropped, the hurt that filled his eyes so quickly… “Look, I’m not… rejecting you—“

“Sure sounds like rejection to me—“

They shook their head. “I need to be in love first… before I can…” Tav lifted their hands, gesturing towards Astarion in a weak display of trying to find the words and failing. “Don’t get me wrong… you’re- you are breathtaking, Astarion. The most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on—“ 

“Yes, I know. But– you’re telling me, that you.. would pass on a night of… meaningless, fantastic, eyes rolling to the back of your head, mind blowing sex… for love?” 

“Yes.”

Astarion paused, taken aback. “Well, that’s actually quite admirable… But why?” 

“For me, I want it to mean something. Sex is an easily obtainable thing, but love… love you have to work for, to fight for, to earn and to cherish. Sex is great and all but… making love to the person who means the most to you in the world. That’s what I want. That’s what I need.” 

Astarion tapped his finger against his lips, thinking to himself before speaking again. “Hm. Sex and love, I never took you for such a sap,” he said with a light laugh. “Well, how do you feel about being friends then, hm? The kind of friends that protect one another, that is.” 

Tav chuckled. “I think it’s too late for that.” 

“Too late?! So what, now we can’t even be friends?!” Astarion threw his hands up, frustrated. “All I did was hit on you and now—“ 

“No, no,” Tav cut him off, reaching for Astarion’s hands and holding them gently. “What I mean… We can be friends but… I have developed some feelings for you. If you want to be friends, that’s fine. That’s great, actually. I just… well, I need to know if I should ignore those feelings—“  

Astatrion pulled his hands way, choosing to gesture towards Tav as he spoke. “So, let me get this straight. You have ‘some’ feelings for me?”

“Yes,” Tav replied with a nod. 

“But you don’t want to fuck me, tonight? Right now?” 

“Right.” They nodded again. 

“How very interesting… and even.. a little refreshing,” Astarion smiled, a smile that almost seemed shy… With his head turning away from Tav—and Tav swore they saw the smallest blush growing on his cheeks. 

“Refreshing?” Tav questioned, learning towards Astarion in an attempt to see that adorable blush— 

Astarion waved them off, the blush already gone and Astarion back to his usual self. “Never mind that, Tav. I guess we can see where this goes then?” He reached out, taking Tav’s hand into his own and giving it a light squeeze. “Whatever this is, anyway.” 

Tav smiled. “I’d like that.” 

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Astarion x f!reader. We Shall Meet Again

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Astarion and Tav are talking about life and death and end up talking about children tags: fluff, comfort, conversation about death and mortality Astarion mentions he wants to step into the sunlight once Tav dies so consider it a trigger warning Read on AO3

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"Please, Astarion, I can walk on my own!" You try to free yourself, but the vampire drags you on his shoulders like a lifeless sack.

"No, you can't," he replies.

You let out a sigh of frustration. If only Astarion could see your expression, he would witness your disappointment.

The task seemed simple enough. The villagers promised a reward for getting rid of a troublesome troll. It should have been a routine quest for a pair of seasoned adventurers like you. And it had been until the troll hurled you against a tree. Astarion swiftly dealt with the monster, then hoisted you onto his shoulders, and now the two of you were making your way back to the village to get the reward.

"Please, just put me down," you implore.

"Your leg is broken," Astarion insists.

"No, it's not!" You let out a cry of pain as he touches the injured limb. "Fine, you win!"

Astarion chuckles softly as you continue to observe the grass and flowers below. Eventually, the fatigue overtakes you, causing you to black out. When you open your eyes again, you find yourself back in the village.

"We've agreed on five golden coins! Take your reward and go!"

"Yes, but my wife broke her leg, and now I must pay the healer," Astarion argues with a rogue smile. "Eight golden coins."

"Six! We haven't paid the tithe yet!"

"Seven. And your village healer cures her for free."

"Fine! But I don't want to see either of you ever again!"

"It can be arranged!"

The village chief throws a sack of gold to Astarion, and the vampire performs a theatrical bow as if on a stage. Then, he approaches you and gently kisses your forehead, his lips curving into a grin, though a hint of concern lingers in his crimson eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm too young to die just yet," you say as you caress his left cheek, and he closes his eyes, savoring the touch like a content cat.

"I know, but when that thing threw you at the tree, I thought for a second," he stumbles, his voice tinged with worry. "I thought you wouldn't get up."

You remember the wave of pain, the buzz in your ears, and Astarion kneeling beside you, carefully letting you drink a healing potion. He held you gently, his worry palpable as he waited for the potion to mend at least some damage.

He worries sick every time you get hurt. So do you - Astarion doesn't take physical damage easily.

The healer finally arrives, visibly annoyed that he was woken up in the middle of the night. He casts a spell on your leg, and you hear a gruesome sound as the bones fuse back together.

"You could at least be grateful for slaying that troll," you mutter.

The healer lets out a string of curses and leaves.

"Well, I think it's best if we find a spot to make camp before the sunrise," Astarion says.

"I don't think it would be safe to stay in the village anyway. They might start suspecting you're a vampire," you reply as the houses fade into the distance.

"Ungrateful lot," he chuckles.

You take his hand, and you together go into the night. It's been five years since you met at the shipwreck, five years since your unlikely union evolved into something deeper. You haven't grown tired of each other; if anything, you've grown closer, and you can't imagine spending a single night without Astarion by your side.

You are not even sure if you can fall asleep without him cuddling you.

You affectionately refer to each other as "wife" and "husband," even though there was no formal ceremony. One day, Astarion slipped a ring he'd found in a dungeon onto your finger, and you did the same after obtaining a similar one. It was as simple as that.

… The two of you stop and set up a tent as the skies lighten. The tent is crafted from thick, black material and reinforced with a darkness spell - a perfect daylight shelter for a vampire.

You've grown accustomed to the routine. At sunrise, you both go to sleep. When you wake up well past noon, Astarion stays inside, engrossed in the books you've collected on your adventures, while you head out to hunt. But sometimes, you keep the vampire company as he reads aloud.

And once the sun sets, you hit the road again. Both of you share the desire to see the world, and you want to see it together.

Exhausted from a long day of walking and the battle with the troll, you immediately fall asleep. When you wake up, you see Astarion sitting beside you, reading one of his books. The rain is pounding the tent and you feel the cold.

"Good morning," you whisper, and he runs his gentle fingers through your hair. His crimson eyes are brimming with love, but you detect an underlying unease in him.

You've always respected his privacy, but you can't help but notice his recent unease.

"Is everything all right? Do you want to talk?" You sit up, peering at the small entrance tent, shivering.

"It seems I can't keep any secrets from you," he sighs in relief. "I just… got scared yesterday. When that thing threw you. When you fell. Damn, you looked like a ragdoll! Then the troll tried to pick you up to smash you again. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to save you. That you would die."

You say nothing, resting your head on his shoulder and listening to his steady breathing.

"That's stupid. You're here. Everything is great," he says.

You sense that he doesn't honestly believe it. Mortality. Your mortality is what's troubling him. He's undead, immortal. He can only die if someone kills him or if he steps into the sun. But you will grow old and eventually pass away if you're not killed earlier.

A sudden urge to leave the tent and return at sunset washes over you, but you suppress it. You both need to address this, no matter how uncomfortable it is.

"What do you think you will do when I die?" you ask him gently.

He stares at you in horror and disbelief, as if he can't believe you've broached this topic.

"I - I don't want to have this conversation," he mutters.

"Astarion, please. We have to talk about this. My love, I know it makes you uncomfortable, but we must discuss it."

He clenches his teeth. "You can't even comprehend how much."

"I actually can because you don't seem to care about your safety, and there's a very high chance I could end up a vampire widow."

You sit before him, taking his hands and gently tracing the knuckles.

He remains silent, and the only sound is that of raindrops outside. The comfort of the warm tent makes you decide not to venture into the rain.

"I will step into the sun once you die. It's not up for discussion," he says resolutely. "I'll bid you farewell, go outside, and see the sunshine one last time. Don't worry. I'll be with you till the end."

A knot forms in your stomach as you suddenly envision Astarion cradling your lifeless body, waiting for the sun to rise.

"Don't," you abruptly say. "Don't do this."

"Well, it won't be up to you to decide," he says, his voice sending shivers down your spine. Astarion turns his head away, a signal that he wants to be alone with his thoughts.

"Okay, I'll go for a walk," you suggest, wanting some fresh air, but he grabs your hand.

"Don't be ridiculous. I don't want you to catch a cold," he insists, pulling you closer. You rest your head against his chest and you sit together in silence, lost in your thoughts.

"Astarion," you whisper. "Let me tell you something."

"If it's about death again, I'm not interested."

You hug him tightly. "No, it's about… the opposite, actually."

You carefully choose your words. "My people… My people believe in rebirth. We believe that we don't stay dead forever."

You pause, studying Astarion's face, but his pale features remain unreadable.

"When I was little, I was told that our souls come back. In a century, in a millennium. Memories return, and an old personality reawakens. It only happens to some; some are forgotten and never return. That's why we tell stories about our deceased ancestors – to help them find their way back home. Their souls must feel loved to get back."

You hug him even tighter, fearing his reaction.

"Astarion, my love, please, don't step into the sun when I die. Live. I want you to live, see the lands we won't see together, and experience things we won't experience together."

He sobs, and you look up to see his eyes closed, silent tears streaming down his beautiful face. You gently stroke his white curls.

"I want you to talk about me, to tell people stories about my adventures, about who I was. You love me deeply, and if my people are right about souls and resurrection, your memories will be the most powerful beacon in the darkest sea of death."

You release Astarion, who still avoids looking at you directly, seemingly embarrassed about his tears.

"And when that time comes, I will find you. I will embark on a quest to seek my vampire husband, and we shall meet again. You will tell me everything about the places you've visited and your adventures. People you've met, quests you've completed. Everything."

You cup Astarion's face, making him meet your gaze.

"Promise me that, my love. Promise me you will keep living." You kiss his forehead, and your heart swells when you see his smile.

"I promise," he says. "I promise I will keep going."

He lets his tears go and you are proud of him for not concealing the emotions. Then he cocks his heads and grins.

"I'll take your word for that because if I'm reincarnated and never find you, I'll be truly upset," you playfully remark.

"So will I if I keep my promise and you never return," he chuckles.

You plant kisses on his cheeks and share a lighthearted laugh.

"Are you going outside?" he asks. "It seems like it's not raining anymore."

He returns to the book he was reading.

"Go, I don't want you to stay locked in here," he insists.

"Nah, it's too cold. I'd better stay inside with you. What are you even reading there?" You try to snatch the book from his hands, but he closes it and attempts to put it away. "Since when are you embarrassed about your reading preferences?"

You try to grab the heavy black volume, but Astarion catches you and playfully puts you on your back, causing uncontrollable giggles. Now, you can't get up but still manage to stretch your hand toward the book.

"What is this?" You open it. "Dhampirs share many qualities with vampires. They walk the line between living and dead, gain heightened abilities, and have a life-draining bite. Children of vampires and mortals, they are few in number…"

You stumble. Children of vampires and mortals…

Astarion blushes. "I found this book in the troll lair. I never knew that vampires could have children. Like, real children, not cursed spawns."

You open another page with pictures depicting a young human woman with vampire fangs.

"It's written that dhampirs aren't hurt by the sun" he continues. "And they don't need blood to survive. They can easily blend with mortals, but at the same time, they are strong as the undead," he pauses. "It's like being a vampire without downsides."

Half-vampires. Dhampirs. You vaguely remember hearing about them many years ago. Is it possible for you and Astarion to have a child? And would it be right to bring a dhampir into this world?

"Now you're thinking about it too," Astarion observes.

"Guilty," you admit, still lying beneath him. You touch his back, feeling the scars through his shirt. He smiles, enjoying the sensation.

"Speaking of mortality and my promise," he continues, "I think I'll find it easier not to step into the sunlight if I have someone to care for. It would be cruel," he kisses you. "To leave a child without both parents."

You giggle.

"Am I getting this correct? You want me to give birth to a silver-curled dhampir so you won't be lonely?" you tease, pressing Astarion tighter. He doesn't answer, too occupied with undressing you.

A child. Your mind pictures a little girl who resembles both you and Astarion. A progeny. Someone to carry a piece of you both into the future.

"I don't mind," you finally say. "I actually really want this."

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A Perfect Warmth 🕯️

Summary: Astarion and Tav take a well deserved break away form the chaos of their adventures at an inn inside Baldur's Gate. They need to clean up and get back on the road but they keep getting distracted. Perhaps plans could be delayed for a night of passion...

Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav

Tags: 18+, Explicit, fluffy smut, brief Astarion trauma response, PIV, erogenous elf ears, scent kink, blood + biting, a bit of praise, a bit of edging... a sprinkle of cockwarming...., these guys are in love...

Word count: 3.5k Note: This was my first fic originally uploaded on Ao3 on 11/27/23, inspired by the patch #4 dev note mentioning adding sponges to clean your companions. I've made edits from the Ao3 post.

“Remind me to sell this junk next time we pass by a merchant, would you dear?” Astarion was seated at the edge of the bed and rummaging through his traveler’s pack, placing various items on the nightstand for further examination. Two silver forks, an old necklace, and a handful of various polished stones ended up on the table before he plucked out an intricate sapphire ring and held it up to the sunlight peeking through the window.

“Good taste,” he muttered to himself. He placed the ring on his pinky finger in amusement and resumed the scavenge. 

“It’s going to get difficult sneaking up on people if I have to lug this heavy thing around you know.” He threw over a glance at Tav, who was preoccupied with gathering laundry together in preparation for the next day.

“It wouldn’t be so heavy if you didn’t pocket nearly every shiny thing we came across,” she teased, without even looking over at him.

He gasped dramatically. “Framed by my own lover? Quite the scandal. Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the near dozen times you’ve asked me to hold onto your things because your own pack was too full.”

“Hmm. Maybe. I guess that might sound sort of familiar…” She giggled to herself and walked into the bedroom to catch his eye, meeting him with a mischievous grin. 

“Why are you such a- oh! Now, what’s this you’re wearing?” Astarion blinked and scanned her up and down, clearly enthralled by the wardrobe change. She stood there in an old linen robe that was yellowed with age, definitely unlike anything he had ever seen her in before.

“Just some old thing I found in the dresser here, isn’t it just fabulous?” Tav's words were dripping in sarcasm and yet she smiled, performing a grandiose little spin in the middle of the room as if she was wearing the most beautiful ball gown in the world.

“I… it’s just so different from your usual armor or that drow nightwear you fancy so much. You look so… domestic.” His eyes were locked onto Tav intensely, with brow furrowed as he seemed to be confused by his own words.

She felt her heart skip a beat and a flush run to her face.

“And you think that’s a good look for me?”

His eyes softened and he paused a moment before quietly answering.

“Yes… I do.”

Tav watched as his smile faded and the gaze of his eyes became increasingly more distant. The atmosphere seemed to shift and a slight panic ran through her body. Did she do something wrong? No... and it didn’t require a tadpole connection to get an understanding for what had brought down his spirits.

Astarion hadn’t considered a comfortable domestic life was possible for someone like him. Even the slightest concept of such a thing had been buried for over a hundred years, and he never expected it to resurface. Was he worthy of such a thing, and was it even possible? 

Oh, it was possible. The evidence was standing right in front of him, spinning circles in an ugly bathrobe. He could see glimpses of a happy future that was so close to being a reality he nearly felt nauseous. Not because he was unsure of himself, but because there were still too many unresolved matters they had a duty to attend to. Too many missions and stupid little quests that could now go wrong and threaten this idea of a happy ending he never even knew was possible.

Everything was different now that he realized what was possible, and he suddenly felt an unknown and uncomfortable pressure. All he knew was that he couldn’t afford to lose in the upcoming battles. Battles that some would say were impossible, suicidal even. The thought of loss at this point was beyond unbearable. It was sickening just to think about.

“Hey!!” Tav ran up to where he was sitting on the bed and took his head in her hands. She placed a delicate kiss on his forehead, knowing she had to get him focused on something else.

“Why don’t we go to the shop right now and get rid of that stuff,” she motioned to the collection of items that had been gathered on the nightstand.

“Wouldn’t hurt to get some more coin in our pockets, right?” She looked at him expectantly and felt a huge relief as a light seemed to return to his eye and meet her view.

“Please tell me you aren’t going to wear that horrid robe to see the merchant,” he sighed and looked up at her pleadingly.

“Of course not!! I’ll change and- oh gods!!! We’ve got to get this blood off your face, the merchant is going to think we are trying to kill him!” Tav exclaimed as she lightly shook his shoulders, and quickly began examining his body to see how much cleaning would have to get done before they could leave.

“Blood… on my face?” He raised an eyebrow and brought a finger to his cheek.

“Yeah!! Well, it’s all over you really, dontcha remember earlier today, fighting those cultists?? You sneaked up behind one of ‘em and BAM!!! Just obliterated with a single strike, it was amazing!! You’re so strong…you know.” Her pulse was racing at the mere memory of the event as she delicately traced the side of his face with her fingers and ventured down to his chest. 

“Ah of course. That was all so terribly easy I’d nearly forgotten,” he said proudly, adjusting his posture and keeping his eyes on Tav’s hand movements sliding across his chest. Her soft touch was becoming more firm as her fingers made their way toward his arms, giving his biceps a teasing squeeze before leaning her face into his and teasing a kiss.

Before their lips could touch, Astarion wags a finger in between their faces as if to remind Tav of the task at hand.

“Alright my sweet, let’s clean up shall we? You’re my mirror after all. So, go on then.” He took her hands into his own and gave them a kiss before placing them back at her side, encouraging her to go and gather whatever it was she needed to get him cleaned up.

Right, the supplies. It was nearly impossible to remain focused after moments of intimacy with him, no matter how brief they were. She quickly moved into the other room to acquire the washcloths and bucket of soapy water that she was using for herself not too long ago. Hands full, she scurried back to the bedroom to meet her lover, who hadn’t moved an inch.

As she approached him, Tav could feel the tie on her robe becoming increasingly more loose with each step that was taken across the floor. The embarrassment hit her as she realized she didn't have any hands free to do anything about it. She quickly tried to put the bucket down by the bedside, but the bending movement only resulted in the robe slipping off one of her shoulders, exposing a bare breast.

“Oh? You haven’t got anything on underneath?” Astarion cocked his head in amusement, eyes unmoving from the newly exposed skin.

“Ye-yeah that’s the whole point of robes isn’t it? I was doing laundry earlier ya know and umm,” She laughed nervously and started to fix the wardrobe malfunction but was quickly stopped by a hand over her own. Astarion reached out toward her until both hands were around her waist and pulled her in close to his body. Fangs were peeking through his devious smile while determined eyes looked her up and down. With a singular finger he crept over to the loose knot of the robe’s tie and flicked it completely undone with one swift movement.

Tav shuddered and felt her body starting to run warm despite now being suddenly exposed to the cool air of the inn. She was completely revealed to him now, the robe only just clinging to her arms and draped across her backside.

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he sighed and began kissing her stomach and caressing the curves of her waist. “Come here.”

Tav gasped as she felt his cold grip around her waist tighten as he expertly lifted her up onto his lap with ease. Pleased at the new angle, Astarion shifted his attention to kissing the crook of her neck and started moving down her chest. He delightfully found her nipple with his mouth in no time, and teased it in circles with his tongue just as he knew she liked it. His gentle sucking continued for only a few brief moments before he suddenly withdrew and cleared his throat.

“Ah, well. You can reach my face better up here I’m sure. For the cleaning of course,” he said smugly. The elf leaned back and admired the view of his lover, nude and flustered, perched oh-so perfectly on top of him.

“The cleaning…” Tav nodded and remembered she still had a warm and soapy washcloth in her hand. The urge to throw the stupid cloth into some unknown corner of the room was nearly undeniable. All she wanted in this moment was for him to take her completely, in any way he wanted, it didn’t matter as long as she ended up getting fucked into oblivion. So fine. On with the cleaning.

She raised the washcloth to his temple and slowly began to wipe away the dried blood by working down his face. His cheeks were a bit sunken as usual but flushed adorably in this moment, clearly enjoying the tender rubs of cloth on his skin. She continued rubbing down toward his chiseled jawline, across to his lips, and back up the other side to repeat the process once more. She ran her fingers through his silver curls and noticed his ears would need cleaning too. 

One hand caressed the pointy ear to keep it in place and the other brought the washcloth in for a gentle scrub. A quiet moan suddenly escaped the vampire’s lips.

Oh? She had seemingly discovered a sensitive spot and noted that she would have to continue her work carefully. The scrubbing continued but Tav couldn’t keep her eyes off his face now. His eyes were closed but still noticeably moving behind their lids, and his lips were slightly parted with his breathing becoming increasingly heavier and more noticeable. 

Astarion was in his own world of pleasure. What in the hells had he been doing these past weeks, aimlessly scrubbing himself clean alone in the river when they could have been doing this the whole time instead?

He opened his eyes just to make sure it wasn’t all a dream. She was still there of course, diligently and lovingly taking such good care of his body. A wave of maddening lust rushed through his core and he needed her closer. He needed her as close as physically possible and even more so after that.

Their eyes met, revealing intense desires. Tav lowered her hands and she spoke slowly, “Can you take your shirt off? There’s a spot I can’t get to with it on…” 

She wasn’t fooling anybody, but he obeyed without hesitation. The shirt was gone in seconds, revealing his pale and perfectly sculpted chest. It was a sight that Tav never tired of admiring, and was in fact the subject of distracting daydreams on the daily. She shifted her body closer to his and continued scrubbing his neck and chest, despite it becoming increasingly more difficult to focus. Deep breaths.

She had always been fond of his cologne that he was quite proud of concocting himself. The scent of aged brandy, bergamot, and rosemary was now forever an Astarion specialty that she could never forget. Even during times of battle or travel, a gust of wind could carry his essence to her and bring along with it a sense of reassuring familiarity. As she continued to wipe him down, however, a different scent began to come to the forefront.

It was something that did not seem completely foreign, but it wasn't immediately identifiable either. There was something about taking it all in that felt forbidden. Tav tried to pinpoint what she was experiencing. He smelled earthy… raw… unnatural… it was without a doubt, the undeath.

An undeniable heat rose through her body as she engulfed herself with this pure scent from her lover. The washcloth, the bed, the entire room seemed miles away, and nothing felt coherent except for a craving to be even closer to him. Nothing else existed except their bodies and her overwhelming desire to-

��Eager, are we?” A sultry voice snapped her back into reality, where piercing red eyes amusingly greeted her return. She suddenly became aware of a presence between her thighs and glanced down, realizing she was sitting atop a clothed bulge. His hands had a firm grip on her backside and his encouraging movements made it clear she had been absentmindedly grinding on him during her trance. 

“Shit, I got carried away…” She hadn’t taken her eyes off his crotch and began to notice that her excitement had left a dampness on his clothes. Embarrassment nearly overtook her, but a gentle yet confident hand grabbed her chin and brought it up to meet his gaze. He leaned into her with a grinning open mouth and kissed her passionately, tongues intertwining.

She felt his fangs briefly scrape against her tongue every so often until a metallic taste became increasingly noticeable. She didn't mind the blood, especially since it seemed to enhance his arousal as noted by his hips continuously jolting faster up into her exposed crotch. Tav was soon pleasantly overwhelmed between his deep kisses and desperate hands groping her at every curve of her body. She longed to give him everything; her blood for his hunger, her body for his pleasure. 

Tav released herself from the kiss they had been locked into and tilted her head so that her neck became exposed as an undeniable gift. His mouth lunged at the presented spot as soon as it was noticed, fangs immediately sinking in deep. Tav cried out at the initial impact but soon was reveling in the experience. It was a perfect mixture of pain and pleasure that she was only capable of experiencing from him.

He remained on her neck for a while, still tightly holding on to her body and keeping one hand free to reassuringly caress the back of her head. It was only after the blood flow slowed to a near stop did he cease his medley of licking and sucking at the wound. Blood dripped down his chin and onto his exposed chest, but he was ultimately unfazed. He leaned back, clearly happy and mostly satisfied, but there was still a different type of satisfaction he had left to chase.

Astarion's throbbing erection was begging to be released from its clothed restraints. He quickly untied his pants and shifted his underwear to finally free it. He moaned a few incomprehensible words of relief and stroked himself a few times before looking up at Tav for approval.

Tav had been staring at his length from the moment it was exposed, an impressive size for an elf, no doubt. Her eyes fixated on his perfectly pink tip, glistening with precum just for her. She immediately fantasized of shoving him down her throat until she choked and cried, but that was a fantasy for another day. In their current position, they both knew there was only one simple way of how to continue.

“Astarion,” she whimpered. “Fuck me.”

Tav sat up on her knees and positioned herself so that her entrance was just nearly grazing the head of his dick, ready to take him in completely at any moment. She grabbed ahold of his shaft and guided the tip back and forth through her folds until he was covered in her slick. The new sensation of the friction between them left them both gasping and desperate for more.

Suddenly, finally, his arms wrapped around her body as he pulled her down onto him with one firm motion. Astarion grunted through his teeth while Tav moaned unapologetically, focusing on relaxing enough to allow her body to adjust to his length inside of her. 

The temperature differences between their bodies only heightened the feelings of pleasure whenever they became one. Her warmness was intoxicating to him, granting a sense of safety and bliss that was impossible to achieve anywhere else. He was already so close to the edge in this moment, but was not ready to give in just yet. He wanted this moment of heaven to last as long as possible.

Meanwhile, Tav was having the time of her life riding her man like there was no tomorrow. She had no intent to slow down until a pair of large hands suddenly gripped her hips in a way that prevented any further movement.

“I’m not done with you yet, love. Didn’t you notice the mess I’ve made after feasting on you?” Astarion took a finger to his chin and smeared a bit of Tav’s fresh blood down his neck.

It was true, he had made a mess. Quite uncharacteristically of him in fact. Tav had assumed he had simply gotten careless in his horny and feral craze but no- it was clearly all calculated. 

“Just be still and sit nice and pretty on my cock. Finish the cleaning, then I’ll take care of you myself. How does that sound?” 

How does that sound? His words echoed in her head, which was already spinning plenty enough as it was. She was unsure if it was from the blood loss or her seemingly never ending carnal desires, but perhaps it was both. One thing was certain, however, he could convince her to do damn near anything speaking in that low and lustful tone of his. Without uttering a word she slowly brought the washcloth up to his chest. 

“Good girl,” he whispered. He felt her body twitch around him in response to the praise, and he leaned back to relax and enjoy these final few moments of intimacy. 

It had taken everything in Tav's power to remain still while she worked. It wasn't exactly easy to focus- she was being split in half by a whimpering vampire beneath her after all. Astarion’s skilled fingers had been dancing around her swollen clit the whole time, just enough to keep her stimulated but never enough to let her come.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the blood was all cleaned up. She hadn't even realized when it happened or how he did it, but his pants were completely gone now. She reached over to place the cloth down and awaited her reward of sweet release.

Astarion’s hands moved to the knees that were straddling him and slowly pushed them farther apart, spreading Tav’s legs open bit by bit. She inhaled sharply as she took him in deeper. He opened her up more and more until she lost her balance and fell backwards onto his expectant embrace. 

“Relax darling, I’ve got you,” He purred in reassurance. 

Astarion took her entire weight in his arms with ease and laid her down amongst the soft pillows of the bed. He nestled himself comfortably between her legs, making sure their bodies were flush with one another. Nearly smothered by his body now, all Tav could do was claw at his back and arch her hips into his powerful thrusts. His mouth frantically traveled across her lips and neck with desperately wet kisses until he settled near her ear with a playful nibble.

“You’re so beautiful…” He whispered tenderly, while the rhythm of his lovemaking became increasingly sporadic. “So fucking perfect… Gods…just for me… I love you��� so much...”

“Star, I- ah!” Her words cut short as she felt something snap within her. Pure ecstasy- she was falling and flying somewhere a million galaxies away and never wanted to come back. Obscene noises and curses filled the room as they rode out each other’s high in tight embrace. The smell of sex lingered in the air as their bodies heaved with labored breaths, finally collapsing on each other in exhaustion. 

They laid together a while longer, exchanging soft kisses and enjoying the short moment in time where nothing else in the world mattered. Eventually, Astarion rolled out of the bed and stood up to stretch. 

“Tsk, looks like it’s my turn to clean you up my dear,” He said with an accomplished grin, eying how her thighs were dripping with his sticky mess.

“I’ll be right back, don’t move an inch. Actually, I doubt you can move at all after that, ahaha!” He laughed and leaned over to brush aside a strand of Tav’s sweaty hair that was stuck to her forehead before walking over to the other room. 

“Shut up… dummy…” she smiled to herself and rolled over, feeling at ease enough that the weight of sleep was starting to overtake her.

“I love you too, Astarion.” Her eyes closed as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, knowing that her lover would soon come back to her side like he always did, and always would.

[whiskeyskin]

Easy

Premise: During their first night together, Astarion muses how disgustingly easy this seduction will be.. right? Right..? 👀😬

• Astarion x f!Tav • M rating •

Astarion!POV, dissociation, mutual handjobs, bloodplay, improper use of tadpoles, confused erections, guilt, loathing.

I'm unable to find the person responsible for this heartbreaking picture of our boy, please tag if you recognise it as yours 💜 Gatta credit the Artists!

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This is almost too easy, Astarion thought to himself as he leaned in to kiss her.

His mind had automatically retreated into himself the moment he scented her presence, reversed into the well practised charade he'd played for tens of decades.

She was the perfect prey.

She was a bleeding heart. A filthy do-gooder. Thank the gods she couldn't see him rolling his eyes every time she stopped for a stranger.

Well, apart from when she'd stopped for him..

He picked her up and felt himself press her against the tree, continuing to kiss her. She wrapped her arms and thighs around him and squeezed him tightly, running her hands along his shoulders and the sides of his neck. He flinched when she grazed the marks from Cazador's bite but passed it off as a gasp from his desire.

He had to admit; she wasn't all bad but he couldn't be sure of her dedication to him and his cause. Not without devotion beyond a shadow of a doubt. He had to woo her, far beyond what he'd ever done before.

He had to be clever about this. Seduction was a sprint, whatever this was would be a marathon.

Tav smiled and traced her teeth over her bottom lip. She was very beautiful. It was less of a chore when they were attractive.

Her eyes were flitting over his face, Astarion kept his flirtatious smile ever present.

"Would you like to feed on me when we have sex? I assume you've never done that before?" She offered with a suggestive tilt of her head, exposing just enough of the taut flesh of her neck.

A jolt of something he didn't quite recognise zapped through his body like a Witch bolt and Astarion's flawless smile faultered. His flaccid cock twitched and began to ache, rapidly growing.

His body tensed at the reaction. This never happened. He could count on one hand how many times he'd naturally gotten hard - as natural as it was for a dead man to get hard, of course.

The surprise on his face must have been abundantly apparent, as Tav smiled brightly with a cheeky glint.

"I assume that's a yes, then?" She chuckled, her eyes dipping down between them to his rigid member, beginning to roll her hips against him, her wet folds lightly teased his swollen member as she undulated.

Astarion chest felt tight and his eyes rolled back unexpectedly at the delicious feeling.

Suddenly, he found himself falling backwards, as Tav pushed herself off the tree.

Now in ordinary circumstances, he would have been able to save himself and them and soften the blow. However, seeing as 1, he wasn't expecting to be falling and 2, was suddenly filled with a need he'd not experiened in quite some time; they both fell unceremoniously to the floor, reeling from the impact.

"Ahh, my fucking knees!" She cried, laughing and hissing in pain.

"Your knees? What about my back? You just threw us on the floor, you idiot!" He spat at them, a dull throb radiating.

Tav started to laugh, "I'm sorry! I thought it would be sexy. Ow, myfuckingknees." She covered her mouth, still chuckling and sat straight upwards, her warmth settling on top of his confused erection.

"Are you okay?" She giggled, placing her fingertips gently on where his heart was.. where it used to beat.

If he had breath to hitch, it would have.

"I'm alright." He shrugged off, "it's lucky the ground's soft around here." He swallowed, "Are you alright?" He asked, realising he should show concern.

"I'm fine. Just wasn't expecting smashed knees and tree branches up my arse is all." She smirked in faux pain.

Astarion let out a loud and unexpected "Ha!" at the comment and gave her a genuine smile.

"Just to preface, I wasn't expecting anything up my arse tonight. You don't get those goods out the gate, Mr. Vampire. No matter how pretty you are." She said plainly, with a hint of amusement.

"Spawn. Get it right, or don't get it at all." He countered.

"Ooh, I do apologise, Mister Vampire Spawn Saer. I prostrate before thee, how could seek thy forgiveness?" She flourished her hand in a mock bow.

He gripped her quickly, and flipped her with new found vigor. She gasped and giggled as they rolled.

Now encased below, he crawled up the length of her body, "Well, I can think of one way." He lilted playfully, as he braced his hands by her head.

She smiled again, relaxing into the position, before offering her neck to him.

For the second time that night a jolt of something he didn't quite understand coarsed through him, it settled low and hungry in his belly. His cock swelling back to size, laying like a snake wait on her soft stomach.

He couldn't figure it out. Figure her out. This wasn't how it normally went.

His usual feelings of disgust and loathing would sit in his throat, like bile. Would grip his haunches and made him recoil, make him feel like he was the lowest creature on the face of Faerûn.

Despicable. Foul. Vile.

But this new feeling, this desire, this.. need? Was completely foreign to him.

Tav pulled him from his thoughts with her gentle touch, which he flinched from unconsciously.

"Hey, you alright?" Concerned furrowed her brow as she gazed up at him, moon and starlight reflected in her gaze.

His veneer slide back into place, "Of course darling, just thinking of all the ways I can make you cum." He reached between them to pinch a nipple, she gasped, to which he silenced with a deep kiss.

It wasn't his fault. This is what he had to do. What he was good at. What he'd spent so many years doing. Perfecting. But this would be beyond that.

He needed to her to fall so deeply in love with him that she'd never betray him. That she'd die for him, sacrifice herself for him, so that he might survive Cazador's impending attempt to drag him back.

To do that he had to: seduce her, sleep with her numerous time, make her orgasm so hard she wouldn't be able to move. He'd have to use his most advanced moves to assure this mission's success.

He would manipulate her so convincingly, that she would willingly fight a Vampire Lord to protect him. That was a tall order. Depending on how long he had to work on her.

He made people fall in love with him in an evening. This shouldn't be that much harder. He'd have to-

"Bite me, Astarion." Tav breathed against his mouth, and his mind stilled.

It was like he'd walked into a solid brick wall. Something hot and eager flushed him.

He came back to his body with two fingers stuffed inside her tight cunt, her warm juices spilling on to his hand and his cock limply hanging between his legs.

Clearly he'd been busy while he'd stepped away from the reigns.

Her words echoed through him like a gong reverberated through a temple.

He pulled his lips back and bared his fangs to her, tightened every muscle in his body.

He knew how delicious she was, how rich and delectable she was. And now he knew how emotions flavoured the blood; her anticipation and nervousness the first time, the relaxation of the following times, the fear of the bandits he'd drained to death on the battlefield. All of them tasted different.

Gods, what would arousal taste like.. desire.. orgasm..

"You're a shit Vampire, Astarion, honestly. Oh, Vampire Spawn. Let's not forget semantics." She teased, biting her lip.

"Well, you're a-" He had nothing. He had blood on the brain, and his cock apparently wanted cunt.

Her muscles clenched down on his digits as she laughed, "Good one, Star."

"Oh, shut up." He snarked with a grin, that she replied with, as he finally pierced her skin and tasted her decatent blood.

She hissed and clenched around his fingers again, as he removed his teeth from the puncture points to release her blood.

It filled his mouth, rushing out of her in spurts. He drank deeply, tasting her excitement. It tasted citrusy, bright and sharp on the tongue, then it changed to deep berries, rich and warm. Her delicious blood coated his throat and nourished his body, as he swallowed her down.

He began pumping his dexterous fingers inside her again, his thumb flitting over her clit. She gasped again and brought her hands to grasp his neck and shoulder.

She moaned and twitched under him, "Ah, ah-starion. That feels.. ngh.. don't stop."

He hummed and shook his head in agreement against her neck. There wasn't a chance he was stopping. There wasn't a chance he could.

This felt fucking amazing. Tasted like pure heaven.

He was painfully hard. The blood he was draining from her filling his cock with sensations.. divine, eye-rolling sensations.

Limitless freedom, hedonistic pleasure. A heady high that had him groaning against her skin.

She writhed her hand between them, towards his thick member. It would be awkward but gods he needed her to touch him.

He'd never needed anyone's touch more than hers at this precise moment.

He pushed his hips up higher wantonly, to allow her more room. She grasped his cock within her grip and immediately started pumping.

He broke the seal of his lips against her flesh, gasping and panting. The cool air of the night a stark contrast to the warmth of her blood dripping down his chin.

"Oh gods, Astarion." She keened beneath him, digging her nails into the muscle of his bicep with the other hand.

He gasped against the overwhelming bombardment of sensation assailing him; the taste of her blood, the smell of arousal, the burn of desire, the delicious friction of her hand.

It was wrong, wasn't it? Feeling good during sex? It wasn't supposed to feel this way. It wasn't meant to be enjoyable. It never had been before..

But gods it was now. It was almost too much.

His hand moved of it's own accord, practised for years in the art of autopilot; finessing between curling his digits stuffed inside her tight pussy and his thumb fluttering over her clit. And thank that gods, because he was not present. For an entirely different reason this time.

He whimpered, mouth agape, thinking blood coating his tongue. He was in a state of total and unexpected euphoria. Nothing mattered except remaining forever, in this moment, in this clearing.

Feather light touches brushed against his mind, seeking connection.

Astarion flinched at the intrusion, "What are you.. doing?" His mind's voice irritated and desperate.

"Going to cum.. soon. Collective ecstasy.. remember?" She replied, her's tense and full of revelry.

Astarion swallowed, latent blood flavouring his tongue. His face tensed, unsure.

He looked down at her face. Gods, she was close. The throes of pleasure evident on her beautiful face, bathed in the moonlight. It hit low in his belly, tightening his testicles.

It would be fun to use these parasites for something as debauched as this.

Those tentacled freaks wouldn't expect that, would they?

He allowed her to enter his mind, just a little. Only to be blown backwards by the rush of orgasmic energy that blazed towards him like a Thunderwave.

The storm that was roiling inside her, the building crescendo, the sheer desperation to cum. It paralysed him. It tangled within him. It wrapped itself around his cock, his hips and thighs. It painfully pinched at his nipples. It delectably nibbled at his ears.

"Gods above!" He spluttered, knocked completely off his guard.

His own orgasm rushed to meet her at the precipice, his body straining at the surge of endorphins.

"I can.. hold on.." she muttered, weakly. He clasped his hand to hers, above her head, on the forest floor.

He could almost see her, stood at the edge of a great ravine that dropped into nothingness. She reached her hand for him. His fingertips touched hers.

Their hands entwined on the edge of the swirling void. She let out a deep exhale and willingly fell backwards into the abyss, and he was unable to - refused to - fight it.

"No.. cum.. cum.. with me.." No later than he'd uttered the last word, he felt her walls clench around him.

Free fall..

Silence..

Peace..

And for the first time in over 200 years, he actually looked into the eyes of the person with him. Her reverent gaze pierced through his sorry façade, his pain and his suffering.

It was like time had slowed.

He saw her in two realities. This one; where he loomed over her, fingers in her cunt and her hand wrapped round his cock. And the other; the leap of faith, the never-ending galaxy around them, their hands grasped so tightly.

Her pupils flashed and dilated, her face flushed and strained, as she came on his fingers.

Hers hit a moment before his. The bow string released, a spell's magic unleashed.. the storm overcame them both.

"Astarion." She whispered, smiling in absolute, unbridled euphoria.

She looked deep into his eyes, and never strayed her gaze, as her orgasm lashed through her.

Looking into her eyes, with a roar that died in his throat, hot, thick ropes of cum spurted from his pale, undead cock. It shot up her gorgeous, soft body and coated her fingers.

He felt her cunt flood with her juices, staining his palm, as she called out his name like a song.

She bucked and writhed, face contorted in ecstasy. His own pleasure causing him to thrust and jerk, veins in his neck tense and popping from the sheer force.

He collapsed on top of her, utterly spent.

There they lay in stunned, post-orgasmic bliss for what seemed effortless hours, when it fact only moments had passed. The muscles in his legs twitched, as he came down from the high. His hearing returned to him, after the thumping of her rushing blood slowed inside him. Her hard breathing softened to laboured exhales. His eyes growing heavier as Reverie beckoned.

Still collapsed on top of her, she stroked her thumb across his shoulder.

"I would call that collective ecstasy." She whispered with smile against the sweat sodden hair stuck to his temple.

He huffed out an exhausted laugh, and she pressed a kiss, to which he reciprocated in his delirium.

"I would call that a miracle." He mused, lifting himself up and peeling his chest from theirs.

He cast his eyes down on the sacrilege between them. His cum glistened in splotched patches up their stomachs and chests, where he'd collapsed after orgasm.

"Oops." He said, without a morsel of regret.

"Eh, comes with the territory." She shrugged, waving their hand and muttering the somantics for Prestidigitation.

Astarion let out a groan and rolled off her, to the ground. He was utterly spent. It had been a very long time since sex had tired him this way. Well, it hadn't even been sex.

Tav rolled onto his chest, laying her head down and letting out a big sigh.

"That was interesting, huh? Using the tadpole's connection?" There was a tease of intrigue in her voice.

"I can imagine that's not what the Illithids had in mind when they implanted us with them." He said, flippantly amused, bringing his arms to hold them.

There was a pause.

"Were you there with me? On the edge of that terrifying expanse?" Their tone was cautious but curious.

Astarion's brows shot up his face, "You saw it too?"

"I thought it was my imagination but I felt you, felt your hand holding mine," she moved her fingers to finesse his hand into the correct position to hold hands like before, "I had to know if it was real."

A twang of guilt ricocheted through his chest.

There it was. That old familiar feeling.

"Of course it was, darling." His voice was thankfully more convincing than his expression.

She smiled against his skin, pressed a kiss and let out another contented sigh, as she settled back into his embrace.

Despicable. Foul. Vile. The lowest creature on the face of Faerûn.

He sighed through his nose, his body tense with undeniable self-hatred.

Yes, this would be easy.

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[dancingbirdie]

Your writing is so good! How about a hurt/comfort where a little bit of time after Cazador's defeat, Tav/reader wakes up screaming Astarion's name bc they had a nightmare that Cazador had managed to take Astarion back. They wake up in terror and practically clings to Astarion

Thanks so much for this writing prompt, anon! I hope you enjoy.

PLEASE take note of the warning tags for this one. The nightmare is pretty violent stuff.

Love in the Time of Nightmares

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Astarion x gn!Tav

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Descriptions of physical abuse and mental abuse, torture, blood/bruises/lacerations, fluff and angst.

Consciousness clawed its way through Tav’s body, scraping against their fractured ribs, digging into the bruises that bloomed across their arms and legs like some twisted watercolor masterpiece. Tav groaned as they came to, eyes straining to make sense of their surroundings. 

Wherever they were, it was in near-total darkness. And it reeked of putrefaction. The air was saturated with fetid moisture. It felt like a rotting cloth had been placed over their mouth and nose. Where in the sweet hells were they?

As other senses slowly came online, Tav realized they were lying on their side, curled into a fetal position. A manacle ensnared one ankle, the cold metal biting into their skin. The floor on which they were lying was made of coarse stone. The grit of it snagged against their skin and clothes.

A whimper from somewhere nearby refocused their attention.

In front of them, Tav could barely make out the ghostly pale form of Astarion, half-naked, hunched over his knees on the damp floor. His hands were shackled to a bolt fastened into the stone. His wrists were cut and bleeding from an obvious attempt to slip through the cuffs. He was bruised and battered across his abdomen. And his back. 

Oh, his back. 

Tav released an anguished cry as their eyes beheld Astarion’s back. The infernal script had been cut into anew. The lacerations wept openly, forming rivulets down his spine. 

“Astarion–” Tav croaked, attempting to draw his attention. 

A voice from further ahead interrupted them. 

“Did you honestly believe you could ever escape me, boy?” Cazador’s snakelike hiss reverberated throughout the cavernous dungeon. 

At that voice, that hideous voice, Tav watched, helpless, as shivers wracked Astarion’s body. He began openly weeping, his head bowing over his shackled hands. 

The bobbing light of a torch appeared through the gloom moments later, revealing the vile form of his former master. Cazador sauntered forward, closing in on Astarion. His gait was as casual as any nobleman enjoying a springtime promenade. Bile wrenched itself up through Tav’s throat, searing their esophagus along the way.

They watched as Cazador knelt before Astarion. He began petting his silver curls, tutting softly. It was a profane mimicry of comfort. Sobs only wracked Astarion’s body more violently. 

The sight enraged Tav. Righteous anger surged through them. They smacked the floor, hard,  with the edge of their fist, drawing Cazador’s attention. 

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM,” Tav screamed, vocal cords straining. They lurched forward to grab at the horrible creature but were halted abruptly by the chain pulled taut against their ankle. 

Cazador gave a mirthless laugh, rising to full height and acknowledging Tav for the first time. 

“You foolish child,” he spat. “You dare presume to command me? Astarion is mine. Mine to punish. To destroy. To do with as I wish.”

“NO. We destroyed you. You don’t own him anymore!” Tav cried, wrenching at the manacle once more. 

Cazador threw his head back with a barking laugh. In the corner of their eye, Tav noted how the sound caused Astarion to shrink further into himself. The sight eviscerated their heart. To see their lover beaten down so low. 

“I will always own him,” Cazador insisted. “My newest spellwork will see to that.”

With a snap of his fingers, the chains shackling Astarion’s wrists released from the bolt on the floor and flew into Cazador’s waiting hand. He jerked them violently, causing Astarion to lurch forward with a cry, barely catching himself from landing face first on the stones. Another tug, and Astarion was half-crawling, half-dragging behind Cazador as the slavemaster made his way back through the darkness of the dungeon. 

“NO! DON’T TAKE HIM! PLEASE!” Tav screamed, eyes tracking Astarion’s form as he disappeared into the gloom. They kicked against the shackle, ripping their skin to shreds. 

“ASTARION! ASTARION–”

The next thing they knew, strong arms were banding around their waist. Firm. Solid. 

Tav’s eyes fluttered open, taking in their surroundings with a feral sort of awareness. Their heart hammered in their chest. Their lungs heaved with the effort to take in more air. 

“Shhh, darling. It’s all right. It’s all right,” Astarion’s low, melodic voice soothed in their ear. His chest was pressed against their back, spooning them. Tav felt his legs intertwine with theirs, drawing them even closer. 

Tav clutched at his hands as their attention darted around the room. They were in their bedroom, in the bed they shared with Astarion. In their home in the Underdark. 

There was the glow worm terrarium on their night stand. They had fashioned it as a sort of night light, even if it was always “night” here. It limned the room with a gentle bluish hue. And farther away, there was the dresser they both shared, hewn from driftwood Tav had collected above ground. Their collection of paintings - sunrises, mostly - hung scattered about the four walls. The woody smell of incense drifted to their nose, bringing a sense of comfort and familiarity. 

They were home. Astarion was safe. He was here. They were safe. Astarion was safe.

But the mantra couldn’t stop the tears from spilling. The nightmare had felt so very real. It had attacked every one of their senses. They still felt like they could smell the rotten mugginess of the dungeon if they concentrated hard enough. 

“I’m sorry,” Tav sobbed, turning their face into their pillow to muffle their crying. “I didn’t mean to– to–”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, my love,” Astarion whispered, clutching them tighter around the waist. “You were dreaming. It was just a dream,” he murmured, over and over again, kissing their shoulders and neck in between the words.  

“I thought you’d been taken again – that… that he had taken you,” they keened, eyes clenched shut. 

“Never, darling. He’s dead. Long gone. And I’m right here. Right here with you,” Astarion affirmed. But Tav continued to cry. Heartbreaking sounds emanated from their muffled form. 

“Here, turn over and face me,” he urged softly, unable to bear their anguish a moment longer. 

Slowly, he moved Tav so that they were lying face to face in the bed, their noses nearly touching. Astarion lifted a hand to cradle their cheek. The other hand slipped over the dip of their waist. He began rubbing soothing circles against their back. 

“See, darling? I’m right here,” he smiled gently, meeting their teary gaze. 

Tav nodded mutely, eyes never leaving his. Slowly, they raised a hand to trace their fingers across his brow. Down the line of his nose. Over his cheekbones. Around his lips. Across his jaw. They watched as Astarion closed his eyes, soaking in their touch. He allowed them to continue their ministrations, doing what they needed to in order to feel assured. 

“It was a dream,” Tav finally whispered after a few moments of tracing Astarion’s features. Their words sounded more like a question than a declaration. 

“It was only a dream,” he swore seriously, moving his hand to cradle the back of their head. He planted a chaste kiss against their forehead. 

Tav bowed their head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar scent of bergamot and clove. 

“I love you,” they whispered faintly against his neck, feeling utterly spent from the emotional response the nightmare had created. 

“I love you,” Astarion returned. He continued to rub their back, tracing idle circles against their nightshirt. 

“Can you tell me a story?” Tav asked, breaking the comforting silence of the room.

“About what, darling?” Astarion replied.

“Anything. Tell me about the last book you read. Or the plans we’re developing for that commune, to rehome all the spawn.”

“Very well,” he agreed, kissing their forehead again. He began describing, in elaborate detail, every room of the commune they were working to build for all of Cazador’s formerly imprisoned spawn. He provided Tav a verbal tour of all of his plans, his ideas for each of the common spaces, his intended partnership with the Myconid colony to cultivate a community garden. On and on he went, pouring out every iota of his ideas – even the ones that were still half-formed imaginations. 

His eloquent cadence slowly led Tav back into drowsiness. He listened as their breathing became slower, more even. Finally, sure that they were well and truly asleep once more, he quieted. He took in the peacefulness of their bedroom. Observed his partner sleeping in his arms once more. 

It had been three years since Baldur’s Gate. The nightmares still came frequently for both of them. Most of the time, it was he who woke in the middle of the night, needing comfort and assurances from Tav. Other times, like tonight, it was Tav. Astarion wasn’t sure either of their mental scars would ever truly disappear, no matter how long time marched on. 

But the life they had carved out for themselves was a beautiful one. Full of life. Full of love. And full of belonging. Try as they might, that was something the nightmares would never, ever, take from them.

[bitethedevil]

Good Little Mouse (Raphael x Reader/Tav): NSFW Shortfic

Tags: breeding, mind-control, oral, non-con/dub-con, NSFW, revengefucking, degradation

Summary: Reader/Tav did not give Raphael the Crown but it ended up in his hands anyway. You become Raphael's pet as revenge and he uses the Crown of Karsus on you to keep you docile.

(AN: The devil be deviling in this one. It is extremely fucked up. I don't even know guys. This is some pretty depraved shit. I didn't write this. I was possessed. The devil made me do it, I swear. This isn't who I am.)

WARNINGS: Just fucking all of them, honestly. Non-con/dub-con. Mind-control. Mild Violence. Forced pregnancy. Manipulation and Abusive Behaviour.

NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT

“The poor little thing has been inconsolable since you left,” Haarlep said to Raphael when he entered the boudoir and looked at you with an exaggerated pout.

You barely knew what was going on, since Raphael had you under his power. He used the Crown of Karsus to keep you docile and entirely dependent on him.

Even though you could barely even think, you never confused Haarlep for Raphael. You knew the face of your master. He was your whole world.

“Is that so?” Raphael said gently. He changed into his human form and sat down beside you on the bed. He ran his fingers through your hair and you smiled at his touch. “Did you miss me, sweetling?”

You nodded. He talked to you as if you were a pet. You essentially were: you had a collar with a leash around your neck and you barely had the brainpower to construct a sentence anymore.

If your brain was still working, you would have recognized that he had done all of this as a sick kind of revenge for all the snarky comments and resistance you had given him during your adventures. 

You had denied him at every turn, but you had been stupid enough to leave the Crown in the Chionthar and when Raphael got his hands on it, a reckoning came. You could barely remember any of it. Your whole mind was directed at one thing now: Raphael.

“Can you kiss Haarlep goodbye?” Raphael asked you gently with a smirk on his face as he petted your hair. 

You obediently turned to Haarlep. They threw a disappointed glance at Raphael before kissing you deeply. Their tongue delved into your mouth and their saliva mixed with yours. 

Haarlep let go of the kiss and left the boudoir. You felt the familiar tingle of arousal starting to spread in your abdomen. 

You felt a tug on your leash and your attention turned to Raphael again. He pointed to the spot at his feet.

“On the floor,” Raphael ordered. When you quickly complied, he ran his hand over your hair. 

Your body was on fire. It was by complete instinct when you tried to sneak your hand between your legs. Raphael delivered a swift and firm slap to your cheek for doing so.

“Ah-ah” he warned and pulled your head backwards by your hair so you were looking up at him.

You quickly put your hands on his thighs instead. 

“Good girl,” he praised. “Such a quick learner. What is it that you want, my sweet?”

You just kept looking up at him. You wanted him, but your mind and your mouth failed you. Your mind was mush because of the magic and Haarlep’s spit. 

“Oh, my sweet empty-headed girl,” Raphael cooed with a smile on his face as he caressed your cheek. “You are not as outspoken as you used to be, are you? I think it rather suits you.”

His thumb brushed over your lips.

“No matter…” he purred as you opened your mouth and let his thumb into your mouth. “I think we can put that rude mouth of yours to much better use…don’t you agree?”

You nodded as you eagerly sucked on his thumb. He began undoing his pants with his free hand, his eyes never leaving yours. Your eyes lit up.

“That certainly caught your attention,” Raphael said with a chuckle. He removed his thumb from your mouth and got up from the bed to tower over you. “Open your mouth, dear”

You did.

“Wider…wider…” he ordered, slightly pulling on your jaw. When your mouth was wide open for him, he praised you: “Such a good pet…Now, keep it open like that until I tell you otherwise, understand?”

You nodded.

You kept your mouth wide open and closed your lips around him as his length slid into your mouth. Without any warning, he started fucking your throat in slow but hard thrusts.

It was difficult not to gag around. It hurt and your eyes were tearing up, but you were still looking up at him, hungry for his approval. 

“This…is where you belong, dear,” Raphael said with a smile between groans of pleasure. “All of that energy wasted on trying to humiliate me and deny me…” he groaned as he slid his whole length down your throat. “I knew from the moment we met, from that first little clever comment of yours, that this is where you truly belong…beneath me.”

You had tears and drool down your face from trying to accommodate his length and his forceful thrusts. He withdrew from your mouth and gestured to you that you could close your mouth again. Your jaw ached. He admired your ruined face for a moment before grabbing your leash.

He pulled you up from the floor and into a standing position before bending you over the bed. He ran his hands over your ass. He squeezed your cheeks and spread them to get a better view of your dripping slit.

“So eager,” he purred and brushed a finger lightly over your clit, making you slightly jump because your unbearable arousal had made you so sensitive. He chuckled at your reaction. “Is this where you want my attention, hm?”

He slid a single finger into you and it made you moan softly into the mattress. You nodded eagerly. 

“Use your voice,” he ordered and stopped moving his finger. “Do you want me to continue?”

“Mhm,” was all you could say.

“Good girl,” he praised in that patronizing voice of his and added another finger, making you moan louder and push yourself back onto his fingers.

He bent down to place a few kisses up your back before whispering in your ear:

“Do you want more?”

“Mhm,” you said and nodded.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Raphael purred in her ear before standing up behind you. You heard a snap. “Careful what you wish for.”

You grasped onto the sheets and tried to bite down into the mattress as he slowly entered you. Usually, he at least did you the kindness of only fucking you in his human form. This time he had for some reason changed into his devil form and his length stretched you out to a point where it was painful.

You whined into the sheets and squirmed as his whole length fully entered you. Raphael leaned down to your ear and stroked your side.

“Oh, my sweet, is it too much for you?” Raphael asked in a gentle voice.

You nodded. 

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

You nodded again.

“Poor little thing,” he purred in your ear. “We could stop, of course. Although that would make me very disappointed…You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?”

You tensed up. His entire length was inside you and it was way too much…but you wanted his approval. His attention. His love. You wanted nothing more. You lived to serve him.

You shook your head.

“Good,” he said and started slowly thrusting into you. 

You barely had any time to adjust to his size before he picked up the pace. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time. It hurt, but there was also overwhelming pleasure.

It was brutal and it was with a specific goal in mind. Raphael was always determined to cum inside you. 

He let Haarlep play with you, but they were never allowed to use anything but their fingers or their mouth. Only Raphael was allowed to take you like this. You knew there was a reason, but you never truly grasped it with your ruined mind.

“Do you want me to fill you?” Raphael asked between thrusts. “You'll be a good girl and carry my bastards…isn’t that so?”

You nodded.

You heard a cruel chuckle from him and his thrusts became even more brutal. He came inside you with a groan shortly after. He stayed inside you while he caught his breath. 

“Perhaps I’ll send you back to your friends when you start to show, while you are still under my control, so you can happily inform them that you are to become a mother…” Raphael said and left a couple of kisses up your back. “Perhaps I’ll simply let you go with no memory of any of this. Leaving you to wonder why that tiefling child of yours looks an awful lot like that devil you kept spurning during your little adventure…”

He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed the back of your neck. 

“Would you like that, dear?” He purred into your ear. 

You nodded and smiled. You would do anything for him. 

You could feel that he was already hard inside you again and he started slowly thrusting again.

"Good little mouse..."

[sataniquepanique]

Book Dragon

Summary: What I imagine is a common occurrence at camp with my Tav. She is a hoarder and frequently dumps inventory into the camp supplies and forgets which important objects she needs for quests. (This is dumb but I just needed to get it out of my head)

Pairing: Astarion x Tav (use of she/her)

Tags: fluff, established relationship.

The frantic crunching of gravel was the first indication that someone had arrived to their camp. Immediately upon hearing the rustling coming through the underbrush, Shadowheart rose from her kneeling meditation, hand braced on the dagger at her hip. From across the slowly-dimming fire pit, Lae’zel mirrored the cleric; double blades resting in her palms as her ochre eyes scanned the tree-line for the incoming threat.

The second indication came from the muffled voices beginning to carry through the forrest. There were at least two, neither of which were decipherable at this distance (Halsin’s snores emanating from his tent didn’t help the matter). 

The third indication was the sight of four familiar individuals bursting through the trees, the first two seemingly in a heated argument. Tav was strides ahead of Astarion, making a beeline to her tent next to Shadowheart. 

“All I’m saying is that—“

“—I know I have it somewhere, Astarion!” She threw open the tent flap and slammed both knees onto the shabby rug that lined the floor. Dumping out bag after bag of books, random stones, empty potion bottles, and a few stolen pieces of jewelry, she began to frantically tear through the contents in search of something. 

“Darling,” Astarion leaned against the frame of her tent, voice tense with the clear restraint he was exerting, “I’m sure if you had it, it would be in your pack. Maybe, if you didn’t hoard tomes and scrolls like some sort of…book dragon,” he flourished a hand for emphasis, “then you’d be able to keep track of your belongings more easily.”

“Maybe, if you helped me look and stopped running your pointy mouth for a moment, we’d be able to find it faster.”

Astarion’s face was expressionless and unreadable as he stared at her digging through a large chest, “Oh darling, please don’t be mean to me,” he drawled sarcastically, “you know how it turns me on.”

Tav’s head whipped around, eyes blazing as she stared at her lover (the thought of which still confused the rest of the party). She continued her ravenous search through the tent, tossing weapons and pillows all over the small area rugs as the other party members watched on, half in confusion and the other in exasperation. 

“What’s going on?” Shadowheart glanced uncertainly over at the scouting party, hand finally leaving the hilt of her dagger. 

Karlach shrugged, swaying to an imaginary beat that seemingly played on a constant loop in her head, “Tav needs a book—“

“—More like Tav trekked us through the wilderness for hours to find the Mystic’s tomb, only to double back through treacherous territory just to look for a bloody book, that she may or may not even have, based on a hunch!” Astarion threw out his hands in exclamation, dirt and blood shimmering along his face in the firelight. 

“—She needs the journal we found a few days ago in the temple. We think it may have the key to figuring out where the Mystic’s amulet is. If we get the amulet, we can end him for good,” Gale added valiantly. 

“You two think it’s the key,” Astarion drawled, motioning between the wizard and Tav, “I for one think we can just—“

“AH-HA!” Tav leapt up with a yell, holding a decrepit leather book in her upheld hand. “I knew I had picked it up, I guess I had stashed it in the communal trunk to make more room in my pack.”

Astarion rolled his garnet eyes, “Please enlighten us all on the vast wisdom scrawled haphazardly by this half-dead freak.”

Tav’s eyes sparkled in challenge as she held out the ancient book to him. 

“What do you want me to do with it?” He scoffed, eyes darting between her and the yellowed pages. 

Tav smiled sweetly, a terrifying gesture that caused Karlach to cringe slightly from a few feet away, “I just figured that if this was written by some ‘half-dead freak’, then it could only be deciphered by another ‘half-dead freak”.”

Astarion blinked in surprise, his aloof mask slipping momentarily by her remark. He narrowed his eyes as she smirked and clutched the book to her chest. 

“I think we should take the night to re-group and rest before setting out again tomorrow at first light. I’ll comb through the journal tonight and see what I can find,” She nodded confidently. 

Gale stepped closer to her side, “If you’d like company, I’d love to assist.”

Astarion stiffened, ceasing his casual leaning to stand upright. Before he could get a word out, Tav gave a soft smile and shook her head.

“I appreciate the offer Gale, but I’ll be able to focus better if I’m alone. Once I figure anything out I’ll let you know though.”

Astarion loosed a breath, watching as the wizard nodded and strode off to his own tent, hiding his defeat behind a cool mask. As the rest of the camp began to disperse, Astarion lingered at Tav’s tent, feigning interest in a loose thread hanging from his sleeve. 

“Goodnight, Star,” she shuffled in the dirt towards her bedroll, the events of the day finally catching up with her. Limbs feeling like a million pounds and eyelids full of sand, she reached to push the tent flap aside when she felt a cold grip on her other wrist. 

Astarion pulled her gently backwards, “Where are you going?” His voice was soft and filled with a lingering apprehension that tugged at Tav’s heartstrings. 

“To my tent? I have to dig through this book before we leave tomorrow…” 

Astarion noticed how bloodshot her eyes were; she was exhausted. 

“Let me,” he gingerly pried the book from her fingers. Tav looked at him in confusion.

“I’ll read through it tonight, you should sleep.”

“Star, you don’t have to,” she shook her head, “Let yourself rest—”

“Darling,” Astarion brought a hand up to cradle her cheek, “It’s not up for debate.”

Tav turned and kissed his palm. Breaking into a slow smile, Astarion tucked her into his side and began to lead over towards his tent. 

“Does this mean you’re not actually mad at me about dragging you back here prematurely?” She smirked.

Astarion scoffed. “Oh love, I’m incredibly annoyed,” he squeezed her tighter, “but unfortunately, I’m also quite fond of you and will follow anywhere you ask.” 

[coreene]

Sanguine Spitzer

The giveaway fic I've promised is here! Written from the lovely prompt given to me by the winner @the-glass-hammer

Pairing: Astarion x Fem!Tav

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.6k

Summary: Astarion pulls Tav away at the tiefling party because he's hungry. She is a little drunk and it gets him a bit tipsy… and horny and they end up fucking.

Tags: blow jobs, p in v sex, vampire bites, blood drinking, semi-public sex, doggy style, nipple play, very little dom astarion, he is commanding but not enough for a full dom/sub thing

Read under the cut or on Ao3!

Many thanks to @beesht for beta and @tickitytockityrattityrottity for coming up with the title and @bearhugsandshrugs for helping me out whenever I had a question about doing giveaways! Love you guys all! ❤️❤️

It was a party! They had saved the grove and found Halsin who couldn’t remove their tadpoles but gave them a new objective. And people were celebrating them and presumably, still being alive.

Astarion looked around himself. The awful wine they had at the party was not quenching his thirst. He needed something warmer and from the source. He needed Tav. After a moment of searching with his eyes over the goblet he had found her.

She looked like she was having a lot of fun talking to the three tiefling siblings. She looked like she had just finished sparring with the warrior one and the wizard had taken the stage to show off some moves.

"Hello, darling,” Astarion said as he made his way over to her. ”You look like you're having fun!"

"Astarion,” Tav greeted him with a loud and happy voice. She surprised her as she threw her arms over his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. "Join us. Rolan was about to show us his thunderwave."

Astarion chuckled. She was probably the most drunk he had seen her. "As much as I'd like to see that,” he said as he pulled her to himself, a few steps away from the tieflings and whispered in her ear. ”I am feeling rather thirsty, darling."

"Now?” Her eyes widened at his question and he watched as her cheeks flushed.

"Everybody seems to have something tasty to drink." He spoke in a pouty voice, knowing how well it worked on her. "So, I would like to have mine now."

"We can't, hck, use your tent. It's too crowded here," Tav responded between her hiccups.

Astarion smirked at he fact that she didn’t say no and looked around. "Not to worry, I know a place."

He took her hand and pulled her away from camp. He noticed the giggles and the knowing eyes of the tieflings but he did not care. He was hungry and Tav was flushed with that delectable blood. They walked around the ruins and hid behind them. They were close enough to hear the faint chatter of the party but far away enough to have some privacy.

She looked drunk and her skin glistened with sweat from playing rough house with the tiefling siblings. He could see her heartbeat as he got close and she offered him her wrist. He caressed and kissed her skin before he sank his teeth down onto it.

She was delicious as always but something was different this time. He felt more lightheaded the more he drank. He pulled out of her with wide eyes – all around him was turning a little bit now.

"Astarion, are you alright?" Tav asked with a worried expression.

"Never better, darling." He giggled. "My, you have drunk quite a lot tonight haven't you?" He said pushing her hair back, opening her neck up to himself.

She held onto his shoulders and looked up. "I don't think I have, just a few goblets."

Astarion lowered his head to her neck, his breath tickling her skin.

"Astarion," she giggled, her hands moving up to his hair. "That tickles."

He smiled before he continued his feather light touches on her skin, eliciting more giggles and goose bumps on her skin. He couldn’t help but breaking her skin, only lightly and licked the little blood that came out.

"Astarion," she called his name, almost like a moan this time.

"What is it, darling?" He teased, his mouth continuing its exploration on her skin.

"Oh, gods, that feels good," Tav moaned as she felt Astarion sucking in her skin. His hands were on her back now, pulling her tightly to his body.

His mouth was moving on its own, drunk on her blood and lost in lust. She lowered her head finding his lips and pulled him into a kiss. He felt her melt in his arms as they deepened the touch of their lips.

"What are we doing?" Tav asked pulling her head back as she gasped for air.

"Having a little fun," Astarion responded, diving in on her neck as she threw her head back with a moan.

He felt her hands slide down his back and dip under his trousers. She found the hem of his shirt and gave a firm squeeze to his ass, making him buck into her, before she pulled the fabric off. He untangled his arms for one second and allowed her to remove his top before he went back to kissing and licking her skin.

He pushed the collar of her tunic down, but it was tight and it was in his way to get to his prize. It was his turn to unwrap her now. He moved his hands swiftly to her waistband and pulled her shirt off with one smooth motion. She stood with her brasserie in front of him. He stepped back for a second to admire her toned stomach before he went back to suckling on her neck. He left a trail of bruises on her skin as he made his way down to the top of her breasts.

He cupped one in his hand as his other arm wrapped around her and pulled her closer. He caressed her nipple over the fabric, feeling it harden under his touch as he pushed the bra down to reveal her succulent tit. He admired her for a second before he moved his mouth lower and lower to her sensitive nub as he left kisses and light nibbles on her skin. He grazed and drew out superficial cuts, licking the little blood that trickled out.

He could hear her moaning his name in between incoherent babbling as he started sucking on her nipple. He pulled back, took a look at the glistening bud, and squeezed her tit. She looked positively delectable. He moved his thumb over the skin once and twice, feeling her buck and whine. He pushed her bra down on the other tit revealing both to his hungry eyes. He cupped both breasts in his hands, squeezing and rubbing the nipples before he lowered his head once again to suck on them. He moved from one nipple to the other, licking, biting and pinching her perfectly hard tips.

He felt her hands move in his hair. She formed a fist and pulled on the strands as he pushed her tits together to suck on both of her sensitive nipples. It felt divine to feel her like this. He made his way back to her lips as he slowly pushed her back to the stone wall. He looked over her shoulder and through the cracks on the wall to check if anyone was coming their way. People at the party seemed blissfully unaware what was happening, satisfied he returned his gaze back to Tav.

He placed his forefinger under her chin, his thumb caressing her lips. She parted them slightly a second later and he pushed his finger in. She looked up at him as she sucked in his thumb with a sultry look.

"Do you really need something in your mouth this badly, darling?" He teased as he slowly moved his thumb in and out.

She pulled her head back, releasing his thumb with a pop. "Why don't you let me show you?"

Her hands moved down to his waistband, pushing down his trousers, cupping his ass as they went. Astarion threw his head back as he felt her touch caressing his skin. She gave a firm squeeze to his ass before she pushed his trousers lower, revealing his hardened and weeping length.

"Go on, then," he said as he placed his hand on top of her head, pushing her down. She showed no resistance as she eagerly dropped to her knees.

She took him in her hand and gave a few experimental pumps. She spread the precum on his slit around his tip, then lowered her head and licked it up.

"Mmmm," she moaned as she took a few more experimental licks before he felt her warm mouth swallowing his wet cockhead.

She started to move, swallowing him and pulling back while her hand stroked the base of his dick. He kept a hand on her head helping her set the pace. Soon it became too much and he pulled her up from under her arms.

"Turn around," he said with a pant and turned her around pushing her face to the stone wall without waiting for her answer.

He pulled her trousers down and admired her nice lace underwear. He moved his hand over her ass, caressing her flesh before he gave a nice and loud slap.

"Astarion!" She hissed as she nervously raised up to look through the crack. "Be quiet!"

He pressed his body against her back, squeezing her between himself and the wall and whispered to her ear. "You don't give the orders here, darling."

He gave her ass another loud slap to make his point. "Order me again and I will make you scream so loud, everyone will come over to watch you get off on my cock, understood?”

Her breath caught in her chest and her hips bucked against him as he growled the last words. ”Yes,” she breathed out, voice low with need.

"Good girl,” he praised, his hands finding their way to the band of her underwear.

He pulled it down slowly and watched the fabric cling to her wet cunt before revealing her sex to himself. She looked delicious. He placed his fingers on her pussy and gave a few strokes. She was so fucking wet already. He kneeled down behind her and pressed his head between her cheeks, tasting her sweet arousal.

Whimpers and moans had started to escape her mouth. He gave her a nice long lick, his tongue tasting her from her clit to her wet opening. He flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue as he heard her muffle her cries with his hand. He chuckled to her cunt, vibrations making her hip buck. He was almost done with his teasing as he stuck his tongue into her opening, moving it in and out. Oh, she was ready. He pulled back and got up. His hand feeling her wetness once again as he pressed his body on her back once again.

He coated his cock with her wetness, feeling her up and teasing her to tears every time he touched her wet cunt to gather her slick.

"Please, Astarion," she sounded like she was going to cry.

"What's wrong, darling?" He asked in a pouty voice, enjoying immensely how needy she had become.

"Please, fuck me," she begged.

"Now, how can I say no to such sweet begging," he said lining up his cock with her entrance.

"Yes, please," she said in a hopeful voice, her breathing picking up as she felt his tip opening her pussy lips.

Astarion pushed himself inside her folds with a growl, burying his cock to the hilt in one stroke. She was so wet and he went in so smoothly, it was perfect.

He savoured the moment of her tight and warm walls before he pulled back slowly, savouring the way she held onto him. And he pushed in again with a rough stroke, pushing her head against the wall.

"Yes, yes, yes," he heard her babble as he set a rough pace.

He placed a hand on her head and kept her in place as he moved his hips back and forth. He could hear the loud snaps coming from the contact of their hips, feel his balls smack against her clit. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter with every stroke, filling the air with the wet sounds of their fucking.

He placed both his hands on her hips as he pulled her close to himself in sync with his strokes. He could hear her whimpers and feel the twitching of her inner walls as she placed both hands on the wall for support. She was close. And so was he with every clamp of her muscles.

He slowed down his movements a little, earning a whimper of protest from her. He didn’t want to spill himself so fast. He leaned over her, moving one hand to her neck and caressing her skin. His hand made its way to her breast, squeezing the soft flesh before pinching her nipples as he kept the slower movement of his hips.

"Oh, gods," she cried out. "I'm so close. Don't stop... Astarion..."

She barely got the words out between his rough thrusts and her moans.

"I wouldn't dream of it, darling," he said as he pulled on her other nipple, harder, eliciting a louder cry this time.

He moved both hands to her breasts and pulled her up flush to himself as he continued fucking into her. He picked up the pace as he went, twisting and pinching her nipples with one hand, snaking the other down her stomach to rub her clit.

She came with a loud scream and clamped on his dick the moment he circled her clit. He pulled out of her in a hurry and pushed her shoulders down as he took himself in his hand. It only took two strokes to finish as he painted her back white with his creamy seed. He moved his hand, squeezing every last bit of cum, letting it all drip on to her back and ass.

They were both breathing heavily by the end of it. Tav had held onto the stone wall, her head resting on her arms. Astarion gave a slap to her ass when he was done as she looked back to him over her shoulder.

"That was amazing," she said between her heavy breaths.

"I had a whole speech to get you on your back, darling,” he said with a laugh as he pulled his pants up and tucked himself in. He found a handkerchief in his pockets and cleaned up his masterpiece with a sigh.

"Oh that's too bad. I would have loved to hear it,” she said with a playful voice, teasing him as she straightened to look for her clothes. She did her best to tuck in her tunic and comb her hair with her fingers. She looked at Astarion with a smile. "How do I look?"

"Like you are freshly and thoroughly fucked,” Astarion said with a smirk, amused.

She pushed him back and cursed, going back to combing her hair with her fingers. "Do you think they'd know?"

"Well, if they couldn't tell by the state of you, they could tell by those wonderful noises you made." Astarion spoke with amusement. He enjoyed winding her up a little too much.

She scoffed. "Alright, I'm not going back there."

"Oh? Whatever shall we do for the rest of the night then?" He asked with intrigue, raising an eyebrow.

"You will go and get us another bottle of wine, some cheese and some bread. We'll figure out the rest later." She spoke pointing her finger to him.

"Will I now? I thought I made it clear who gave the orders here." Astarion said crossing his arms on his chest.

"You have to have me desperate and aching for your cock for that to happen again, darling." Tav spoke, mimicking him with her last words.

"Aha - that can be arranged,” he spoke with a sultry tone. "I shall go and get whatever the lady wishes without further delay then."

He finished his words with a little bow and made his way back to the camp chest with a smile on his face. This was going to be a long night.my

[bhaal-battle-beer-bard]

🍂Fall in Faerûn - Falling Autumn Leaves🍂

➹summary: Tav has a creativity crisis during the most beautiful autumn of Faerûn and it did not get unnoticed by Astarion...My turn on the Fall in Faerûn fantober/inktober

➹characters: Astarion, Gender neutral Tav

➹content/tags: fluff, comfort

➹word count: 1,546

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Warm, golden rays of sunlight caught in Astarion's white curls. Sun of shimmering bronze and silver reflecting elf curls.

Astarion took a deep breath.

A moment just for himself.

Even though his lungs had once been dead and full of grave soil, they were now filled with the fresh air of nature and the forest around him.

He still felt damp earth and, to be honest, he could have done without it - no matter how nice Halsin, Karlach or Wyll tried to make it sound.

But the high elf could now appreciate the many other things he noticed out here in the wilderness:

Besides the slightly damp forest floor with leaves with the color of the sunset, there was also the fresh air that was filled with pine needles and, depending on the time of day, with morning dew or the scent of tea and coffee that Gale prepared for everyone over the fire. And the morning porridge with cinnamon for the companions. Except for Astarion, of course. But now the food no longer smelled of decay to him, nor of lost dreams, but of... fellowship. Because the others never left him out of the group, despite he ate the same food or not.

Especially Tav.

Speaking of Tav...

Astarion lowered his head and looked to the side, when he heard rustling and murmuring coming from the direction of Tav's tent.

It sounded somehow... desperate.

Desperate was probably an exaggeration.

But it was a writer's crisis.

Silent elf steps brought Astarion behind Tav, who was crouching on a tree trunk near their tent and had a sea of ​​crumpled papers around them.

Memoirs, oh memoirs. A creative crisis of horror.

"And when the sun rose over the horizon...no, that's nothing either!"

And again the script rustled and crumpled up and landed on the floor behind Tav with a throw over their shoulder. The vampire's companion scribbled on the next sheet of paper with their feather and muttered to themselves, as one would expect from a quirky magician.

But writers and old magicians were probably equally quirky.

Astarion stood directly behind Tav and looked at the pile of crumpled, discarded ideas that surrounded them. There were probably at least as many of their idea sheets lying around as there were autumn leaves of the trees.

The vampire's ruby-red eyes peered at the paper in Tav's hand, whereupon the feather scratched audibly in a rapid manner.

"Morning glory, don't have any worry...your kingdom of..."

"What are you doing?"

Tav flinched with a choking breath and whirled around in shock. An expression in their eyes as if they had been caught breaking in and as if the next heart attack was imminent. “Astarion, what the…?!”

Damned elf steps.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on others like that. Either I’ll die because of it as if I had a dagger in my heart or you’ll get one yourself.”

“I am so very sorry, darling. Force of habit,” the elf winked at Tav with his charming and smug smile.

“Are you very busy?” he asked.

“Busy? I…” Tav looked at the manuscript in their hand, “…ehm…I no. Certainly not.”

A sigh escaped their throat and Astarion picked up one of the crumpled drafts and unfolded the sheet of paper. “What is all this?”

“Nothing!” Tav shouted, almost panicking, and ripped the sheet of paper out of his hand as if it contained state secrets. “It’s absolutely nothing! Just rubbish!”

Tav overeagerly threw it all back to the ground and pushed the pile of papers aside with their foot.

„We wanted to sharpen the blades properly with Lae’zel today, right? And didn’t Wyll want to show us a few parrying techniques? Then let’s go, Astarion!”

“Very well…”

Tav stomped forward quickly. Too quickly.

Nature was so beautiful. So beautiful.

Astarion stood still for a moment and glanced at the discarded drafts on the ground.

The play of light in the morning, at noon and in the evening. Yes, watching the movement of the sun wheel was a spectacle.

The experiences with the companions were also beautiful. The camaraderie. Friendship. Love.

Why was it so hard to find poetic words for it?

Or rather, why was it so hard for Tav to find lyrical words for it?

Sighing, Tav still stared at their scroll the next day and slowly became sad about their lack of creativity. Nothing was epic or meaningful enough.

Demotivated and disappointed, Tav rested their chin on their hand and stared ahead in frustration when, in the middle of it all...

How did others do it? (Not Volo!)

...leaves started falling on them.

But they hadn't heard any wind that could have made the leaves rain down from the trees around the camp.

Tav looked down and the autumn leaves...weren't autumn leaves at all, they could tell by the color.

Their hand slid to their hair and Tav plucked out one of the leaves that had landed on their head.

"That's..."

The shapes were cut out of paper, from their crumpled and discarded notes, Tav recognized the fragments of the words.

Confused, they turned around and looked up to see Astarion, who let the sheets of paper trickle down on them.

He smiled at them knowingly.

Always this calm smile with a hint of smugness.

But despite the nonchalant rogue in it, it now seemed...warm, loving.

Something that Astarion probably tried to hide as long as he could.

Among flashing glances and sharp sarcastic comments.

"Astarion, I...I don't quite understand...why did you..." Tav stammered a little taken aback.

Smiling like a cat, the vampire moved elegantly towards his companion and sat down next to Tav.

"My my...without words? No wonder you're in a creative crisis," he joked sarcastically, whereupon he received a pouting look from Tav. Only that amused him more than stopped him from poking fun.

"Alright, forget about it“ Astarion said, but then waved him off in a placating manner.

"Actually, I wanted to show you the exact opposite," he began to explain, and his voice had taken on that sincere, completely honest tone that Tav had rarely heard before. Certainly only if they kept it between themselves. Things that really moved Astarion deeply and kept something of himself, he didn't easily reveal. Tav didn't know why, why he seemed so worried about being vulnerable through too much sincerity and devotion. Because that was the point, Tav understood.

"I just wanted to show you that even if you don't think your writing is good enough, even see it as "rubbish" - as you so charmingly called it - something beautiful can still come out of it. Don't throw it away. Reshape it and it will become something beautiful. You can always do something with it. You're too self-critical. Someone else might see something wonderful in it.”

Astarion handed them one of the cut-out leaves and Tav looked at it intently. They already had several in their hand. They read the scraps of their own words in the beautiful cuts that Astarion had turned it into. He had worked really delicately. There were different shapes of different trees, so that Tav really thought for a moment that they were the autumn leaves of Faerun.

Tav felt the warm sun in their stomach. In their chest and their heart. And finally on their lips.

How long had it taken him?

Tav looked up at Astarion with a grateful smile.

“Thank you, Astarion…really, thank you.”

“You can show me your gratitude and pay me back another time“, he winked playfully as always. “I’m just kidding, darling. You should just have more faith in yourself and your talents. Maybe then there will be something about me that will outlast even my beauty.”

Tav looked thoughtfully at one of the cleanly and lifelike cut sheets of paper and they immediately pictured Astarion sitting in his tent, cross-legged, carefully cutting heir discarded notes into leave form with scissors. Just to cheer them up, to give them a symbolic gesture.

Smiling, Tav shook their head a little at the vampire’s words. Astarion was simply incorrigible. But that was what made him so charming and made it all the more special when he did something so sincere and selfless. No matter how he portrayed it with his words. His actions spoke for themselves.

“I knew you were skilled with a dagger, but I didn’t know that you could handle scissors so delicately, Astarion,” said Tav, surprised and appreciative, turning one of his handicrafts in their hand.

The vampire just shrugged his shoulders as if it were nothing. It must have come from his sewing things. Tav had seen the elf with a needle sometimes - mostly when he was alone - but they hadn't realized how patiently and delicately he could work.

Not like this...not for something like this. Not for them.

"I'm just a man of many talents, darling," he replied again, exaggeratedly smugly, and adorned his lips with that crooked smile.

Tav smiled back inscrutably.

If only Astarion knew that he was often much prettier when he had that sincere, vulnerable expression on his face, an expression that he too often tried to hide from the whole world.

"You really are, Astarion," Tav said gently.

It really was a beautiful fall day in Faerûn.

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~Nature's Gifts~

Chapter 7- Sour Lemons 🍋

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“Astarion, are you.. alright? You appear to be bleeding. Quite a bit.” He scowled, waving his hand in the air.

“You're so observant, Gale. All of that academia being put to good use I see.” He made a wide berth around Gale's tent, going out of his way even though it would have been easier to cut directly across, given their tents were right next to each other. He stopped at the entrance to his own, pulling his eyebrows together in irritation when Gale called out to him again.

“I believe I have a scroll of minor healing around here… somewhere, I'm sure I could help you if you-”

“I don't need your help, wizard. I'll wait for Tav and the cleric to come back.” He walked into his tent, a heavy sigh leaving him as he threw his bloodied shirt aside, looking down at his stomach. His frown deepened as he ran fingers over the wound, tutting softly.

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He brought Gale's arm to his mouth, lightly running his tongue over the soft pulse in his wrist. It hardly went unnoticed the way Gale's breath hitched just slightly, his heart rate almost doubling. Astarion sank his teeth in, swallowing a large gulp of his blood- and immediately pulled away, spitting it out.

“That. Is. Vile.” Gale laughed as he pulled his arm away, and Astarion's hand froze, his head tilting as he listened to the sound. It wasn't entirely unpleasant, really. He found himself leaning forward, pressing his palm against the other man's cheek, both of them going very still.

“What, exactly, are you doing Astarion?”

“Trying to find out what, exactly, Tavi finds so interesting about you.” He moved his hand to the nape of Gales' neck, gently pulling his head forward, pressing their lips together. Even if his blood was rather unpleasant, his mouth certainly was not. His kiss was soft and warm, Astarion's hands clenching at Gale's shirt while fingers pulled through his hair. It was much more passionate than he had intended for it to be.

He was surprised when Gale pulled away from their kiss, and more surprised when he stood, reaching forward and placing his palm against Astarion's cheek. They stood there for a moment, Gale trying to catch his breath before he leaned forward, speaking quietly.

“You know Astarion, something gives me the impression that you'd like someone else to be in control for once.” Astarion's tongue flicked out over his lips, a sultry smile twisting his mouth.

“Whatever would give you that impression, wizard?” Gale leaned closer, moving his hand down and pushing a finger between Astarion's lips, smirking when Astarion started sucking on it without any hesitation.

“Call it intuition,” he whispered, pulling his hand away. He undid the laces on his pants, letting them fall down his legs to reveal his semi-hard cock, taking it into his hand. Astarion couldn't take his eyes off the way Gale's fist slowly moved up and down his length, his thumb swiping over the tip. He leaned forward unintentionally, licking his lips again as his eyes flicked up to Gale's, meeting his smirk.

“My intuition is often quite accurate.”

“You're insufferable,” Astarion breathed, shifting off the bed and onto the floor.

“Insufferable maybe, but you're on your knees for me all the same. Now, open.” He stepped forward, sliding his cock into Astarion's mouth, moaning as the vampire's lips closed around him.

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TavTash Tag Game

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Tell us a bit about your Tav!  This is Tavarina Ammakyl, 30, a Waterdelvian noble, now Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate. Before the Nautaloid she was a researcher and lecturer with the Watchful Order, and had powers granted to her by a mysterious patron that was unlike any other warlock patron she'd heard of. Academia and her patron were Tav's way out of the pressure she was under to marry well as her parent's 'spare' second-daughter.

What alignment is your Tav? How does that align or clash with Gortash? Do they agree with him morally? Lawful Neutral. Within three months of meeting Gortash she becomes Lawful Evil. She values efficiently, order and rules, and believes those who can lead should step up to do so. She's done some dark things in the name of those values, and Gortash corrupts her into viewing those acts in a positive light. Her clashes with Gortash are less about morals and more about optics; he's just entered a phase of his plan where he can be openly violent (murdered patriars etc) and she thinks he needs to pull back and continue to build his image.

What God does your Tav follow? Is Gortash's position as Bane's chosen an issue?  With where we're at in the fic right now, Tav has just learned that the 'warlock patron' she's worked with for the past decade is, in fact, Bane. Prior to that she'd had blessings from Loviatar but held no real religious convictions. She's been on a similar corruption journey with Bane, at first calling him evil and dismissing Enver's offer to raise a black keep, then realising she has respect for the church's tenets and models them in her own behaviour, before attempting a Banite ritual herself. Gortash's position as his chosen and therefore his position above Tav in the Banite hierarchy is magically enforced, which gives Tav little choice at times.

What did your Tav think of Gortash when they first met? Did they take his offer of an alliance?  She took the alliance immediately, but negotiated him down to killing the brain and using her hero status to further his grasp on the city: being the one to 'save the city' was always his plan, after all. She threw fixing Karlach's engine into the deal too, to get the party off her back. As someone who had been a reluctant leader, only doing it because no one else was willing or capable, Tav saw this as the most logical and efficient way to end things. On a personal level, she was attracted to him and admired his wit and intelligence but didn't trust him at all. Her 'patron' however, seemed to draw her towards him.

How did Gortash and your Tav get together? What do they see in each other?  My friend said they were practically married from the moment they met and yeah, that vibe is there, but it took them quite a long time to actually get together. Tav didn't trust that he wasn't attempting to seduce her into supporting policies she didn't agree with, and when she realised she held more than just attraction to him, she was concerned about how it would look to the patriars. Tav eventually threw caution to the wind after learning the truth about Bane and almost being kidnapped by Wyll. I think they are quite similar people in their drives towards efficiency, their thirst for knowledge and their complicated relationships with the trappings of luxury. Tav explicitly says multiple times that she's attracted to his intelligence and wit, and honestly he just loves it when she's doing evil shit.

What does the future hold for your Tav and Gortash? Are they in a relationship, a one time thing, are they going to rule the sword coast together or kill each other in a tragic showdown? That would be spoilers...and require me to know the answer to that question! I'm relatively certain that their alliance will hold, but what form that ultimately takes is still up for debate. And whether they'll rule the sword coast? That depends on Wyll and the Harpers...

I've run out of people to tag in this but please feel free to join in - we want to meet all the Tavtashers! 🖤

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Black and White Chapter 6

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Chapter Rating: E

Pairing: A!A X Female Tav (Non-abusive fic.)

Summary: Karlach visits a hung over Tav and invites her to join some of her friends in the city. Now that Astarion has seen a glimpse into Tav's heart, what will he do when she returns from her outing? Will Tav let him have his way with her?

Tags: Astarion's past abuse, vaginal fingering, PIV, interruption

A parched mouth and throbbing head greeted Tav the following morning. She couldn’t remember exactly how much she drank, only that she utterly regretted her choices. A shaky hand drew the curtain and immediately threw it back. The beam of light sent a shockwave through her already aching skull. Laying back down, Tav had hoped to find reprieve in the down pillow, but a knock at the door sent a fresh ripple into her head.

“My lady?” The bard’s eyes stayed closed as Tibbi entered the room. There was a clacking of porcelain dishes, the pouring of liquid, and the tinny ringing of a stirring spoon. A pleasant aroma of citrus, mint, and turmeric filled the room. “My lady, the master had us send an herbal remedy for you.” Opening her eyes was a greater struggle than she wanted to admit. 

“Gods bless you, Tibbi.” Tav slowly propped herself up, stopping every few inches from the shooting pain. The maid held the steaming cup to her mouth and helped her take a few steady sips. Mercifully, the concoction didn’t taste awful. 

“Don’t thank me, my lady, it was the master who took care of you.” Tibbi set the now empty cup aside, “He stayed by your side most of the night. Kept you on your side. He even turned around when I changed your clothes.” This made her feel even worse. She already felt guilt over acting like a lush, the thought of said actions causing Astarion to lose rest made her want to bury her head in sand. 

The remedy proved to be an effective one. By mid morning the pain and sensitivity waned, leaving Tav with general fatigue and an overall imbecilic feeling. She could recall little of what happened the night before. All she remembered was a shouting match, a lot of brandy, a kiss.

And his rejection.

“Gods, this keeps getting worse and worse,” she thought aloud. An apology was in order. Tav got out of bed and put on some clothes. She sat in front of the vanity for a long time, thinking of what she was going to say to him. In the end, she thought short and concise would be the best way to go. 

Mustering her courage, she straightened her back and went to Astarion’s study. Before she was able to knock on the door, she heard someone clear their throat. She turned around to see Matteo peering around the corner. 

“The master is out today, madam,” he deadpanned. Just her luck, now she would have to stew all day over the matter. At least this would give her more time to recover from her hangover. She returned to her room and picked up her harp, wondering how out of practice she was. There was little time for songs in the hells after all. 

Plucking the strings was as familiar as conversing with an old friend. The melody softly carried through the mansion, sometimes soothing, sometimes invigorating depending on her ever flowing mood. She was in the middle of an upbeat tune when Matteo knocked on her door.

“My lady, Miss Karlach Cliffgate to see- AH!” The chamberlain was roughly pushed to the side as Karlach barged into the room. 

“Hey Soldier! Haven’t seen you in ages!” She sat next to Tav on the bench and brought her in for a bear hug. 

“Karlach, it’s been a tenday,” the elf laughed. 

“Yeah, but I’m used to seeing you everyday. Now Astarion’s hogging you all to himself!” She looked around the room, “And it seems like he’s treating you well. Fan-cy! He is being good to you, right? I don’t need to start sharpening stakes?”

Tav narrowed her eyes, “I’m not dead or undead am I?”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. Listen, there’s these food stands in the Lower City and they’re amazing! Wyll and Shadowheart are already there. Let’s go!” Karlach took the harp and set it down, “We could invite Astarion, but I don’t think this is really his thing.” 

“He isn’t home.” She was right anyway. Walking around the Lower City eating street food wasn’t something Tav could see Astarion doing. However, Karlach’s suggestion might be a good idea for Tav. Catching up with her friends might take her mind off things, not to mention her stomach was growling. She got up and called for the chamberlain.

“Yes, my lady?”

“Matteo, if the master asks, tell him I’m out for the day with our old friends.” He silently bowed as the ladies walked by.

The Lower City was lively and bustling with people practically crawling all over each other. There were meats being roasted, doughs being fried, sugar being spun into animal shapes, eggs covered with sausage, and that’s just from what Tav could see. 

“Tav! Karlach!” Shadowheart waved, holding a small paper bag. Wyll was beside her with a turkey leg in each hand. The cleric cheekily moved Tav’s face from side to side with her free hand.

“No puncture wounds. Good. I was hoping I wouldn’t have to spend the day healing you.” Shadowheart smirked at Tav’s disapproving expression. Karlach took one of Wyll’s turkey legs and dug in.

“Mmm, this is so much better than charred mystery meat and hard tack,” she swooned, doing a little dance. 

“Or the boiled apple cores,” Wyll gagged. 

“Don’t remind me of the boiled apple cores,” Shadowheart wretched. Then, she drew an almond colored, deep fried cube from the bag, “Let’s wash away that memory with some deep fried butter.”

“Deep fried butter?!?” The very concept made Tav’s stomach turn.

“Look, if the Absolute didn’t kill us neither will this,” Shadowheart popped the cube in her mouth, “Hey, that’s pretty good!” She held out the bag for the others to try, but Tav abstained, “Too good for peasant food now that you’re lady of the manor?” 

The question was meant to be taken in stride, but Tav wasn’t in the mood today.

“I’m slightly under the weather, that's all. The after-effects of raiding Astarion’s liquor cabinet,” she smiled ruefully while the others laughed at her misfortune, “Enough about me, how are your parents, Shadowheart?”

The half-elf’s smile faded. She fiddled with another piece of the deep fried butter, tightly shutting her eyes. That said enough. When they rescued Shadowheart’s parents from Shar’s clutches, her mother was already in the early stages of dementia. The poor woman’s condition must be deteriorating.

“I’m sorry, Shadowheart,” Tav held her tight.

“Forty years she wasted away in that cloister, only to fade away like this. It’s not fair,” she cried. Tav pulled away and wiped her face.

“Then you make these days count, hm? Come on, it looks like we could both use some distraction today. Look,” she pointed at a couple of tables next to an ale seller, “Shall we place bets on how soon those get smashed?” Shadowheart half smiled and nodded. 

Karlach won the bet by bending the rules a bit. The other three made their guesses, but she yelled, “RIGHT NOW” and pounded them. By some miracle, they were able to fade into the crowd before she could get arrested. The rest of the afternoon went smoothly. Wyll kept their smash happy friend in check, they talked, Tav listened. 

“I’m thinking of leaving the city soon,” Wyll said out of nowhere, “The Sword Coast needs the Blade of Avernus,” he saluted, “The Absolute has been taken care of, but there are never ending threats to be put down. Tav? Karlach? What say you? Shadowheart, I’d ask you to join us, but I know you’ve got your hands full.”

Karlach nodded enthusiastically, “Fuck yes! You can count on me.”

“Perhaps when this is all over, I’ll come with you three,” Shadowheart mused. Funny how they assumed Tav would join them. 

“You mean those two. I’m staying in Baldur’s Gate,” she declared. They looked at each other, then at her.

“Tav, if you’re going to stay in the city, will you at least reconsider your current accommodations?” Wyll beseeched. Here we go, she thought. Shadowheart’s sentiments echoed Wyll’s.

“We’re worried for you. You don’t know what Astarion is capable of, none of us do! You are sitting in a viper’s den. Sure, you’re fine for now, but we don’t know when that will change. We don’t want you to become enslaved to him,” she pleaded. 

“It’s just a matter of time. You are playing a very dangerous game,” he added. Tav recalled the previous day, how Astarion’s rage had frightened her. She also knew from their sparring match how overwhelming his prowess had become. Could they be right? But, she also thought of how he looked after her. It was all so conflicting!

“I’ll keep it in mind,” was all she could think to say. They all sighed and looked downward. “I should be heading back. We should get together again before you leave.” She wasn’t sure if they would or not. Misgivings aside, she would like to see them again.

“I’ll walk with you, soldier.” Karlach was conspicuously silent during the exchange. The silence followed them from the Lower City until they were outside the mansion.

“Not gonna lie, I’m worried about you too, Tav. But, I do trust you, or at least I want to,” she scratched the back of her head, “Shadowheart was right about one thing. We don’t know Astarion or what can do, but I think you do. Or you think you do. I want you to be right, soldier. After everything we’ve all been through, we deserve happiness. Astarion included.”

It was heartwarming to hear a vote of support. Karlach may be more brawn than brain, but her time in the hells sharpened her insights. She could spot a devil a mile away, literally or figuratively. 

“That means a lot to me, Karlach. Thank you.”

“There you are, darling,” Astarion’s voice rang out. They hadn’t even heard him approach. He ran a finger down Tav’s cheek and smiled, “How are you feeling? Did the remedy work?”

“Ahh,” she laughed nervously, “It did. Thank you. I feel fine today, the day out helped.” 

“Good,” he turned his attention to Karlach, simpering, “Did she tell you what she did last night?” Tav’s face paled from embarrassment. She had hoped Astarion would refrain from telling the world that she drunkenly came onto him.

“What did you do, soldier?” the tiefling guffawed, eager for the story.

“She drank a bottle of my best brandy and followed it down with half a bottle of wine, then nearly fell through my tea table,” he shot a look at Tav while Karlach laughed hysterically. “Why, I had to personally care for her myself. It wouldn’t do to have our dear little bard pass on in her sleep after a night of overindulgence, would it?”

“That would have been a hell of an ending for the hero of Baldur’s Gate. Choking on her own vomit” she belly laughed, “And now poor Astarion has to restock his booze.”

“That’s already been done. I’m hosting a little party tomorrow night, you see,” Astarion casually mentioned, conveniently leaving out the nature of the little party.

“Oh yeah? Well if there’s more of that infamous brandy, I may have to crash the gate!” Karlach stood tall, playfully challenging Astarion to try and stop her. The vampire smirked, errantly.

“I’m not sure if you would like this sort of gathering-”

“Karlach, it’s an orgy.” Tav interrupted. Astarion shifted to one side, hand on hip in disapproval.

“I do prefer the term 'bacchanalia.’ Orgy sounds so crass and vulgar. Terminology matters, darling.” He waved his hand disgustedly. Karlach didn’t seem deterred by the revelation. Quite the opposite, actually. Astarion picked up on this and with a slight bow said, “Eight o’clock.”

“I’ll be there!” She clapped the two of them on their shoulders and skipped down the path, chortling along the way. 

The pit in Tav’s stomach returned. Now that it was the two of them, it was time to make amends. She followed him inside where the staff was running around in preparation for the morrow. Tav dragged him into a cramped alcove for privacy. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the closest and quickest option.

“Astarion, I owe you an apology. I behaved poorly last night.” Tav could barely look him in the eye.

“Go on,” he insisted, closing the gap between them. The light from the hallway accentuated his devious grin.

“I’m sorry. I don’t remember much of what happened and I’m sorry you didn’t rest because of me.” Her hands fidgeted at her sides. The one-sidedness of the conversation was making her uneasy.

“Have your mental faculties returned?” He tilted to the side to get a clear view of her face.

“Yes.”

“Good.” She felt his hands slide onto her midsection and quickly draw her in. In one fluid motion, he had her swept back, neck exposed. As he lowered his mouth to her throat, she expected him to feed on her.

“You were a very. bad. girl,” he pointedly whispered, kissing her neck. Her breath caught in her throat and her body froze. This was not at all what she expected. What had played out in her head was her groveling and him admonishing, possibly taunting her. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. Astarion pinned her against the wall and fiercely pressed his lips against hers. Tav felt his tongue probe and intertwine with her own in an exhilarating dance. 

A cold hand moved under her shirt and down her slacks. She had little time to stop him, but did she want to? All of her previous experiences told her to stop, there will be pain, this will be terrible, he will laugh at you, there will be regret. Give into the fear? Or not?

“Do you want me to stop?” His fingers rested on her labia, awaiting her answer. Tav briefly hesitated, then shook her head. She wanted this. “Good,” he purred, massaging her clitoris with his thumb. When she felt two of his fingers begin to penetrate, she braced herself. His measure started slow, careful, and not at all painful. Quite the opposite, in fact. 

Astarion’s smile widened, taking pleasure in his command over her. She closed her eyes, relaxed against him, and let him take control. Suddenly, he stopped.

“Godsdammit!” he loudly swore, composing himself. Peering behind her, she saw the chamberlain casually staring at them. The vampire glared at him murderously. “WHAT?” he shouted.

“The spawn has been assembled for court, Master.” Matteo bowed and left. Astarion threw his head back, hands on hips. 

“I need to take care of this,” he sighed as he exited. 

Tav was left standing there frustrated and, frankly, pissed off.

~~~~~

Matteo was extremely fortunate that he was damn good at his job, because at that moment Astarion was ready to brutalize the man. The idiot should have known better than to interrupt them. He burst into the ballroom where the spawn had convened. They trembled in the presence of their infuriated master. 

Tired and malcontent, Astarion sat ungainly on his throne. Five little vampires fearfully knelt before him. They were right to do so. Unless they had worthwhile news from their scouting missions, he would have them confined for the day. 

“Well?” he inquired, breaking the silence. The spawn all jumped in their places. None were willing to report first, dreading their master’s potential wrath. Growing exhausted, Astarion sat back on his throne and called them one by one. 

They had little to report, but what they did have was of great value. They learned of a new spice trade, illegal arms deals, a band of adventurers getting ready to flood the market, and most importantly, his mage detected diabolic magic from the Foxworth mansion. That part greatly pleased him. He smiled at the prospect of losing a rival without having to lift a finger. Clapping his hands, he stood up in a slightly better mood than he entered. 

“Excellent. You have all done well. Tomorrow you will be permitted to be in attendance if you so choose.” 

“Thank you, Master,” they muttered. Astarion’s eye’s furrowed.

“I can’t hear you!”

“Thank you, Master!” They responded with force. Content with the outcome, he went to his room. He sat in an upholstered armchair that faced the window. The sun had nearly set and the lamplighters were just about finished illuminating the dark streets. Children were being told to come inside by their mothers, gentlemen were making last minute conversation, young men and women were on their way to the taverns. 

It made him smile. Not the mundaneness of it, but the fact that they were all his. They just didn’t know it yet. This city, the people in it, they all belonged to him. He wearily settled into the cushioned material and before he knew it, fell into his trance.

Icy fingers delicately traced down the spawn’s freshly carved back. Cazador seemed to be inspecting his work, his “poetry.” The vampire was a perfectionist, thus he had been spending the night making necessary corrections in order to ensure that the sonnet he was “writing” for Astarion was exquisite.

“This will need to be redone,” he tapped a word written under the spawn’s shoulder blade. When Astarion made a small jolt, Cazador viciously struck him with the hilt of his blade, “Keep still, whelp!” Obedient to his master’s command, he took care to remain perfectly still, lest his master err, prolonging the session. Digging his fingers into the grime of the kennel floor, the torture was becoming  unbearable.  He wanted to cry out, but every time he inhaled the stale, putrid air no sound would come out.

A warm hand rubbed against his chest. The spawn didn’t know who it belonged to, nor did he care. 

“Please! Get me out of here!” He soundlessly begged. A ghostly voice called his name. Cazador struck him again, sending him to the ground. 

“Stop him! Stop him!” He pleaded. The voice kept calling to him until he jolted awake, panting and screaming. 

“I’m here. I’m right here,” she whispered, “You’re safe, Astarion. You won, remember? Cazador’s dead,” he felt familiar arms around him, holding him like she used to at camp. She rested his head on her shoulder and felt the warmth of her body permeate through her thin satin robe. How many nights did she hold him like this while the others slept? This was his one refuge-

No! That was when he was a powerless spawn in need of her protection. He was no longer the feeble creature he once was. He would not be looked down on. Not anymore. Abruptly, he stood up and turned his back to her, “Don’t look at me like this.” 

“Like what?”

“I am the vampire ascendant. I have been empowered by the souls of 7,000 of my kind, but that bastard still controls me from the grave. I will not be seen as weak or pitiful.” Soft footsteps approached him, and he felt a soothing hand take hold of his. 

“You’re not weak, Astarion. Healing takes time, a long time. And if you’re having a moment of weakness, who cares? It’s only me here and I’m not spilling your secrets. No one else can see you. It’s just us.” She was right, no one else was there. There were no campmates to come between them tonight. No annoying chamberlain. Tonight, she would be his.

“Tell me what I can do,” she said. He unbuttoned his shirt and cast it aside. Two unsteady hands traced along his scars, then there was a gentle peck between his shoulder blades. Astarion turned around and stared into her dilated eyes. He reached for the belt of her robe and untied it. The unwanted garment tumbled to the floor, leaving Tav splendidly naked.

“Yes,” he groaned, passionately kissing her.  He pulled her to the bed, savagely tearing his remaining clothes off. Astarion ran his hands over her sprawled body, savoring the moment. The pleasures of the flesh had been denied to her for so long, he almost didn’t know where to begin. He wanted to give her an experience befitting a queen. 

Tav trembled underneath him. Oh, what he had in store for her! She let out a soft moan when he rubbed the tip of his throbbing cock against her clitoris, circling her, reveling in watching her abandon her inhibitions. Astarion kissed up her neck, listening to her gentle whimpers as he prodded her. Tav’s eyes closed, her body became more relaxed. She was ready to receive him. 

The bard audibly gasped and her eyes widened when he thrust into her slick cunt for the first time. He took it slow at first, wanting her to get used to him. This was as much about her pleasure as it was his. 

“How is that, darling?” Astarion wasn’t used to checking on his lover’s well-being. In the past, he never cared about them enough to bother. 

“Good,” she panted. Excellent. He sped up his thrusting, settling into a steady rhythm, intoxicated at how she was lost in his touch. She was his. She was all his. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, stifling her moans. He tore it away, pinning it down.

“I want you to sing for me, little bard.” And sing she did. He quickened his pace to the beat of her song, enraptured as the melody reached its crescendo. Her nails dug into his scars as she peaked, crying his name until he spent himself in her.

Time stopped. Astarion marveled in his handiwork. Tav lay underneath him a panting, quivering mess. 

“Are you satisfied, my lord?” she timidly asked. 

“I feel,” he closed his eyes, “powerful. Yes.” He laid next to her, basking in the afterglow.

“I've never felt that,” she meekly admitted, giggling and blushing. 

“You’ve…never had an orgasm?” Well, well. Feather in his cap. 

“No.” She cuddled next to him, resting her head on his chest. Astarion held her close, feeling quite virile. He wanted this moment to last an eternity. And it could, if she wanted it to. He imagined her with matching ruby eyes, sitting on his lap as they ruled the city. That dream was creeping ever closer to reality.

“Well, my sweet, that will be the first of many.” He brushed the back of his fingertips against her face, watching her fade into her trance. One round and the poor thing was already exhausted. Oh well, he supposed he would just have to help her increase her stamina. He pulled the silk sheets over her, protectively. The pieces were coming together. Soon, he would have everything.

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[fangbanger3000]

snippet friday

thank you so much to my superbly talented friends, @lizziemajestic and @underthedark0 for tagging me!! i'm just so happy to be here.

here's a non-spoilery snippet from We The Stolen, chapter 52 ... which i really hoped to have published before my exam started today, but alas. i'm sorry for the delay <33

guess who's entering the scene in this one (note that im rubbing my hands together like an evil fly)

tw: panic attack, angst, daddy issues?? lmaoo

“That’s it,” he affirmed with a nod, beckoning her to continue. Some of the frenzied dizziness seemed to lift from her mind with each breath. “Keep going. You don’t have to tell me anything, you just have to breathe.”

She did what he said as best as she could. She wasn’t exactly sure why. Perhaps she had reached a point of such despair that she’d simply do what was asked of her. Obeying commands was easier than trying to figure it out herself, which she had greatly failed at up until this point. She felt as if her brain was broken.

And what do you know? It worked. Her breathing steadied, her trembling eased a little. She was still clutching his hand in a way that made the claw of his thumb dig into her palm, which he allowed, and she felt she just might float away if she let go. Her insides were still tangled up in fear and pain and emotions so large and overwhelming she couldn’t even begin to put words on them, but she didn’t feel like she was drowning as much as she had a moment ago.

How was he so calm? Was it a mask he was able to slip into, something he had learned when his fellow soldiers became shell-shocked beyond rational thought? Was he dealing with the same grief as she was, somewhere deep beneath the rock-solid surface?

No, she realised. He wasn’t, because he didn’t know. How could he possibly? He had disappeared in the dark alongside the others on the day of the ambush, as Rolan had told her. Someone would have to tell him that almost all of his people were dead. That someone would likely have to be Tav.

She couldn’t help herself. She burst into tears.

She didn’t doubt for a single moment that he would simply have stayed there with her and let her squeeze his hand while she cried, respectful of her boundaries and as understanding as anyone could possibly be, but she didn’t have the grace to return any of it. She had never felt this afraid and alone in her life and there was no end in sight, and suddenly she was missing her parents of all people, and so she threw herself at him like a child. She dissolved into sobs against his chest, ignoring how the sharp ridges of his armour dug into the skin on her face. He huffed out a breath when she knocked him backwards to the floor, but he did not otherwise protest. He merely held her, softly shushing her as he stroked her hair.

[truthfultales]

BG3 Tav Backstory Bash

This is a challenge to help people flesh out their Tav’s backstory by exploring their past. It is organized into four sections with seven prompts. You can treat this as a monthly challenge or a general project. You can write headcanons, fics, or share art based on the prompts! You can interpret the prompts however you want. If you want to share use the tag #bg3backstorybash

Thank you @elspethdekarios for tagging me!

I´ve seen most of my choices have already been tagged, so I´ll tag the remaining ones that come to mind.

@galesdevoteewife @necromosss @theletteraesc @gufu-vire

I have not worked through all of the prompts, so do not forget to take a look at @kelandrin's original post where all prompts can be found.

Athena Dekarios née Asteriadis

High Half-Elf • Paladin-Cleric• Acolyte of Lathander • Neutral Good

Parents

Father: Amicus Asteriadis

Human artist and craftsman who was unpredictable in his violent tendencies and preference for sticking to himself. He moved to Baldur´s Gate as a young man once he found out his love - Athena´s mother - was planning on running away to the city.

Mother: Keylana Alastrarra

High-born Elf from the noble house of Alastrarra in Cormanthyr. She fell in love with Amicus, while he was performing in the city. Her parents disapproved, so she ran away to Baldur´s Gate in the hopes of a future with him. She became a merchant, but quickly let herself become corrupted. Knowing no responsibility, erratic behavior grew and she ended up taking lovers. Having grown up with money - which she no longer had - she was in the habit of spending too much; leading to terrible conflicts with her husband. (Who was a mere craftsman and very thrifty.)

Birth

Athena was the firstborn and came 8 years before her brother. Her birth was easy, unlike the pregnancy which had been heavy with nausea. She knew her mother had sung to her as a baby and toddler, even having gone so far as to invent her own lullaby for her, but later on their bond became severed and Athena was incapable of forming a bond with her mother. Her father was the one always there for her, despite his violent behavior and emotional abuse towards her. The abuse she had to suffer built the foundation for her strong personality later on, making it difficult for her to trust others.

First word

Plain old "Dada" followed by "bread".

When they first walked

Once Athena started walking at the age of 11 months, nothing was safe. She was particularly interested in books - but not necessarily in looking at them, but rather to use them as countertop for her baking experiments. She was scolded more than once for playing with flour on a green covered book, which she later found out was a book about plants and their different uses.

Tantrum

Athena would never forget that one tantrum she threw as a toddler, where she was on a flea market and saw a mountain lion plush toy. She wanted it so badly that she cried bitter tears, begged and threw herself to the ground. It was the same day she had been too trusting when faced with a big dog, who nearly bit her hand off. To her astonishment, she got the Mountain Lion plush toy. (And still feels bad for having acted out as a toddler.)

First sickness

Measles

Friends

Never really had friends, due to her mistrustful nature and difficulty in forming bonds. She was the awkward know-it-all who did her own thing. Later on Jaheira becomes her best friend.

Siblings

Has a younger brother - Evan - which she basically raised due to neglectful parents. They both know they are there for each other when necessary, but barely maintain contact. He owns a tavern in Waterdeep.

Getting into trouble

Despite her parents´ boasting about her to outsiders, she remains the black sheep of the family due to her reluctance in complying with her father´s demands and open hostility towards her mother´s behavior. She ran away often as a teen, once her parents had separated shortly after her brother´s birth.

Birthday Eleasis 13th

Learning something new

As a Priestess of Lathander she is on a constant journey of self-improvement, which includes learning. May it be combat, medicine or a new spell - she is always gaining new knowledge.

Trauma

One of her mother´s lovers sexually harassed her,

and a boy from the neighborhood tried to assault her. (It didn´t end well for him, but it made her even more cautious.)

First love

She fell in love with Jidam - a classmate who had longer brown hair and striking blue eyes - when she was thirteen years old. He mistreated her and made her the laughingstock of their year, but her devotion never faltered. A girl she thought her friend ended up getting involved with him.

Rebellion

Moved out as a teen and sought refuge in Lathander´s Temple in Waterdeep where she became an Acolyte.

Reckless behavior

Athena never was one for recklessness. Her difficult childhood and devotion to Lathander gifted her with wisdom beyond her years.

Peer pressure

Athena was known for her defiance of the masses and did not cave to peer pressure. The only time she fell for peer pressure she ended up stealing something from a big shop around the corner. Feeling bad afterwards, she donated everything stolen; keeping only four books which made her difficult younger years bearable.

Growing pains

Growing pains plagued her during her teens - usually at night. She could feel it in her bones but never complained.

Taking responsibility

All the responsibility seemed to be on her shoulders from an early age on. First the mediator between parents, then the bodyguard of her mother when lovers turned too unpleasant, afterwards a mother to her brother.

Serious relationships

She only had one partner before Gale and was engaged to him.

Stephanus was a very analytical and stoic man, who had difficulties showing affection, lusted after other women and was an egoistical lover. He was averse to building a family, and Lathander was not pleased to see his Chosen in a union with such a man, leading to a conversation between the god and Athena. She eventually broke up.

Work

She used to serve Lathander in the Spires of the Morning. Later on she became a Paladin of Lathander, serving as a member of the Order of Aster.

Once she returns to Waterdeep with Gale, she becomes a Priestess of Lathander - she also teaches and practices midwifery in that function.

Aging

Due to her nature as a half-elf and being blessed by Lathander, as well as married to the Chosen of Mystra, who could prolong life, she could technically live forever.

Starting a family

Athena and Gale end up being the parents of three children - two boys and a girl.

[bitethedevil]

Taming the Wolf (Raphael x Tav): Chapter 3

Tags and Warnings for this fic: Plus-Size!Tav, Druid!Tav, Tiefling!Tav, Dark!Raphael, Breeding Kink, Mind-control, Non-Con and Dub-Con Elements, Sex Pollen, Master/Pet Dynamic, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

A link to read this fic on AO3 (kudos or comments make the author very happy <3)

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Fic Summary: Tav tried to avoid fulfilling her contract to Raphael by leaving the Crown of Karsus on the bottom of the Chionthar, leaving her contract unfulfilled by a technicality. Although, no situation is so bad that the new Archdevil of the First can't find a way to profit off it. All the other archdevils of the Hells have their own lineages of tieflings on the Material Plane and Raphael is not going to feel left out...

Chapter Summary: Tav's mind becomes her own again and she decides to fight Raphael every step of the way while she can. (NSFW)

AN: Once again, remember to read the tags. This chapter is a bit more brutal than the last one.

There was a knock on the door shortly after she had woken up. She knew what it was, and she was not going to fall for the same trick again. The servant woman placed the vial on her bedside table, like she had also done the many days before. Tav did not move to take it.

“I won’t,” she said firmly.

“You will,” the woman said with an expression that seemed almost pitiful. “Do not make me call in the guards to make you, my lady.”

“Fuck the guards,” Tav hissed with a sneer. “Fuck Raphael and fuck his damned potions. I am done.”

The woman sighed softly and nodded. She left and in came two burly cambion guards. Tav got up from the bed to move away from them. When they walked towards her, she felt herself transform as by instinct.

To her surprise, it worked, and she fully transformed into her wolf form. The guards exchanged glances but kept moving towards her. Raphael must have given her back the ability like he promised. She felt no gratitude though. There was only pure undiluted anger as she saw the two guards walking up to corner her.

She snarled at them in warning as they forced her further and further back into a corner. The one on her right moved his arm out to her and she snapped her jaws at it. When the other got ahold of the collar around her neck, she saw red. She bit into his arm and somehow the other one must have knocked her out with a spell, because everything went black.

When she woke up, she could taste on the sweetness of her tongue that the potion had been poured down her throat while she was asleep. Though fortunately, she did not feel the same painful arousal as she had done the day before. This time it had been normal.

That did not mean that she was not still furious about it. There was a drip of blood on the floor that led to the door. She must have gotten the guard good. The only regrets she had was that she was not quick enough to bite his arm off entirely.

She returned to her own form. She needed a bath. Her skin reeked of Raphael. She used a spell to fill the bathtub that stood in the corner of her room. She sniffed the soaps and oils before deciding which one to pour in. They all smelled too unnatural for her tastes. She settled on one that smelled of sandalwood and oranges and poured it into the tub.

She scrubbed her skin clean. She wondered if she would get electrocuted by the collar if she tried to wash her privates. It would be a truly unfortunate way to die. She tried anyway and luckily the collar did not respond when she did so.

She got out and dried off with the soft towel that she found lying beside the tub. She looked through the basket with soaps and found some oil for her horns. It had been a while since she took care of them. She opened the bottle and gave it a sniff. The smell reminded her of him, so she threw it back in the basket with a disdainful sneer.

She went to the desk to use the mirror, but she noticed a piece of parchment laying on it. She grumbled even before she read what it said:

‘I expect the same eager participation and good behavior as you showed yesterday, tonight when you join me in my chambers.

I have loosened your leash, as promised. Do not give me reason to tighten it again. – R’

She tore the letter to pieces. They would have to drag her because she was not going anywhere near him again.

And drag her they did. The guards had knocked her out and put a muzzle and a chain on her. It took three guards to bring her to Raphael’s room and she fought them the whole way. She either refused to move or started pulling the other way. She was strong in her wolf form, and she almost knocked one of the guards on their ass. They seemed pleased when they finally got her to her destination and shut the door behind her.

“’Fuck the guards and fuck Raphael,’” Raphael quoted slowly and laughed. “You are new here, and since it has been generations since your ancestors has sat foot in the Hells, I will very graciously forgive that little comment and educate you instead…”

He got off his bed and walked towards her. He was in his cambion form, wearing a silk robe. He stopped only a few feet away and looked down at her. She bared her teeth at him.

“In Baator, insulting ones archdevil is the worst offense there is,” he explained, his orange eyes boring into her own. “Death is the lightest form of punishment for such a crime.”

She growled. It was a deep, low sound that left no room for misunderstanding: she was pissed. Raphael snapped his fingers, and she was forced back into her own form. She quickly undid the clasps for the muzzle and threw it at him in anger.

“I am not a citizen of the Hells,” she hissed at him. “And though the rest of the sorry fucks in Avernus has to bow and scrape to you, I don’t. You may have taken my freedom, but I can say what I want.”

He gave her a dangerous smile and narrowed his eyes at her in warning.

“You currently live here, as my concubine, which means that those same laws apply to you for the moment being,” he said calmly, though she could sense that he really did not like how she was acting at the moment. “You are in a much feistier mood today than you were yesterday, it seems.”

“That tends to happen when you drug someone…” she said.

“Indeed,” he said with a smile. “Would you prefer to be drugged again or will it not be necessary tonight?”

“No,” she answered firmly. “Don’t you dare.”

“Are you certain?” he asked. “Take a moment to think about it without that pesky stubbornness of yours speaking for you, if you please. You know what you are here for. Drugged or not, I will fuck you, regardless of the state you are in.”

“No,” she answered just as firmly as before, and her body tensed as if she was making herself ready to pounce on him if he should dare to touch her. “I won’t take anything, and you won’t touch me again.”

Raphael smiled wider and studied her. He looked like he was thinking of what to do with her. He snapped his fingers and a vial appeared in his hand.

“I think you should,” he said and walked closer towards her. “Nothing truly kills the mood like an unwilling participant…”

She tensed even more. He reached out quickly to grab her neck. She clawed at him. She dug her nails into his arm as he raised her up against the door behind her by her neck, and then she scratched deep. He did not react as much as she would have liked, so she clawed at his face instead, but he was just out of reach.

“I’ll kill you,” she choked out. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

He stuck two fingers into her mouth to pry her jaw open. She bit down as hard as she could, which did earn her a small, annoyed growl from him. She could taste his blood, until it was washed down by the potion, he forced down her throat. She almost choked on it. He pulled his injured fingers from her mouth and let her fall to the floor when he let go of her.

He looked down at her with a disdainful look in his eyes. She tried to stop coughing as she looked up at him with a sneer. She wiped his blood from the corner of her mouth and sucked it off her thumb while she looked at him with pure hatred in her eyes. He smiled at that, and it seemed to give him an idea.

“Stay put, dear,” he said in an eerily calm tone before turning away from her.

The spittle was already coursing through her veins, but her hatred was still winning the war against her arousal by a long stretch so far. Raphael went to look through a drawer in the bedside table. When she saw what he had in his hand when he turned around, she tensed again and pressed her back up against the door behind her.

The sharp and ornate dagger in his hand glinted in the candlelight of the room. She readied herself for pain but was thoroughly confused when he threw it at her feet. She looked from him to the dagger on the floor and back to him. He seemed amused at her confusion.

“Not your preferred weapon, I’m sure, though you can make do,” he said. “I’ve made sure that you cannot use magic to cheat. I won’t use mine either.”

Her brow furrowed and she looked at the knife again, and then at him. She did not understand what was going on. He smiled.

“You were so eager to kill me only a moment ago,” he said with a smirk and a shrug. “So, pick it up and do your worst. I will even try to make it easy for you, though know this: you will not be granted another chance if you lose this little game.”

It took her only a second to realize the opportunity she had been given. In one swift movement she grabbed the daggers and threw herself forward to slice it over his Achillies, making him stumble enough to fall to his knees. He grabbed her and turned her over so that her face was against the floor. She struggled but managed to twist her arm enough to stab him in the side.

She heard a groan, she felt his unnaturally warm blood drip over her hip and sinking into her clothes, but it did little to stop him. She pulled the knife out. He sat up and placed a knee on her back as he pulled her dress over her hips. She tried to stab at him from her awkward position without any luck. He laughed cruelly at her.

He made the small mistake of placing a hand beside her head to balance himself. She wasted no time at using the opportunity presented to her. She drove the dagger directly through his hand. She did it so hard that the blade lodged itself into the ground. His brief distraction was enough for her to be able to roll out from under him.

Her mistake was using too long on trying to take the knife before slipping away. He almost got a grip on her again before she quickly avoided his grasp and stumbled to her feet to dash to the other end of the room. He winced slightly as he pulled the dagger out of his hand. He got to his feet and stalked towards her.

She felt lightheaded from moving around so much with the succubus spittle in her system. Her head was pounding, and she did everything to ignore the sensations she felt in her abdomen. He threw the dagger at her feet again.

“I will give you one last chance, pup,” he said with a fanged smile. “Make it count.”

She was breathing hard and trying to focus her eyes on him, even though her vision was blurring and darkening. She picked up the dagger and aimed straight for his heart. He gave a deep groan and looked down at the knife before she pulled it out. It seemed that he was thoroughly entertained by the look of confusion and dread on her face at what she had just witnessed.

“All of this and you still believe I possess one,” he chuckled. “Cute. The days of mortal weaknesses are over for me, my dear.”

He placed his bloodied hand over her face and forcibly pushed her back against the wall behind her. His hands went under her thighs and lifted her up against the wall. She could feel how hard his cock was under the robe. He had simply been playing with his food. She had never stood a chance.

That did not discourage her. If she could bring him any pain, she would. She pressed the blade of the dagger to his throat. She pressed the blade as deep as she could with the hand that was not holding the hilt, cutting herself deep in the process.

It hurt like hell, and she did not manage to get much out of it as it would not cut deeper than a few centimeters into his flesh. She let go when the pain became too much. She heard a small, choked sound of him beginning to cough up blood, though he was still smiling just as widely as before. He spat the blood directly into her face before letting her fall to the floor with a thud.

Her vision had almost gone entirely dark. She blinked again and again to try and see where she was. Her hand was still hurting and bleeding from the cut she had inflicted on herself. She tried to crawl away, though she had no idea where she was going with her vision leaving her. She could hear his slow footsteps behind her as she tried to drag herself away.

She suddenly felt a hand around her ankle, followed by a yank that dragged her backwards over the carpeted floor. She squirmed and tried to fight, but it was difficult when she couldn’t see.

“Let me go!” she screamed at him and kicked her legs, hoping to hit him.

“You’ve lost…” he said calmly and ripped the back of her dress with his claws. “You are a feisty little thing…Insulting me, biting my men, trying to scratch and bite your way out of all your problems…Though your bark is worse than your bite, it seems, and if you are going to act like a feral bitch, then I will treat you like one.”

He positioned himself at her entrance and wasted no time slipping inside her. He pressed her face down against the carpet as he began taking her hard and fast from behind. It was without any mercy, and the pain was excruciating. His size was painful when he was in his cambion form. Even then, she could feel the spittle starting to win over her stubbornness, but she would not let it.

She grasped for the knife. She had lost her grip around it sometime during his brutality on her body. She could not find it. When her hand finally felt the edge of the hilt, his hand came down hard on hers to stop her from taking it. He flipped her over and pinned her hands to either side of her head.

He leaned down to kiss her as he slid inside her again with a groan. His saliva was mixed with his blood from her trying to cut his throat. He intentionally let it trickle into her mouth and down her throat. She bit into his tongue as hard as she could, but it only seemed to spur him on as he slammed into her even harder. He bit her lip hard, sinking his sharp teeth into it and making her yelp. He licked at her blood and sucked at her lip.

All of her fighting only seemed to arouse him further and she found herself starting to give up. He was growling and groaning into her ear as he took her in a way that was only for his own selfish pleasure.

She felt the effect of the spittle taking over her mind, replacing her thoughts, and she let it. She felt too weak and exhausted to fight it. His hands and claws were digging into the soft flesh of her hips possessively as he held her in an iron-grip under him. The pain was beginning to fade away and she started feeling pleasure instead, as her groans of pain became small moans of pleasure.

“See…isn’t that much better?” he purred breathlessly into her ear. “Good girl.”

The spittle did not numb her hatred for him in that moment, but he was right. It did feel better to give in, though she absolutely loathed the hopeless thought of it. She decided to turn off her thoughts and just let him do what he pleased with her. It was easier that way. She had plenty of time to hate him when the spittle had stopped working and her thoughts would be her own again.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door which made him stop his assault on her for a moment. He growled into her neck in frustration before he started moving again, this time even faster and harder than before. His brutality on her body knocked the breath out of her as she was walking that thin line between pain and pleasure.

Another knock, and he fucked her senseless with a clear goal in mind, and the feeling teetered into pain. It was a relief when he finally came deep inside her, though she did not have the chance to come herself yet. He let go of her and got himself off the floor. He looked like he had been to war with all the blood he was soaked in. He closed his robe and pointed at the bed.

“Get into bed and cover yourself up,” he ordered as he walked to the door.

She was breathing heavily as she slowly tried to get to her feet. His cum was running down her thighs. Everything hurt and ached as she crawled under the covers. Raphael swung the door open. There was no doubt that he was in an irritated mood from having been interrupted. The devil who stood outside looked terrified.

They spoke in Common Tongue first, but when the devil’s eyes fell on her, they changed into speaking High Infernal. She could understand Lesser Infernal, but High Infernal was such a complex and odd language that no mortal could ever live long enough to learn to speak it. Even though she did not understand the language, there was no doubt that something had happened, and that Raphael was furious.

He slammed the door in the devils face and moved to a drawer beside the bed. He took a healing potion from it and threw it at her. Then he snapped his fingers, and he became fully dressed without a spot of blood on him. He moved to leave.

“You are not to leave this room,” he ordered. “Clean yourself and go to bed.”

She panicked. She wanted to protest. She had not come yet, and the spittle was still having it’s full effect. She found herself resorting to pleading, despite herself.

“Please, I’m still…” she cut herself off. “Isn’t there an antidote in here or something? Or— or I can do it myself if you remove the restriction of the collar. Please.”

“How quickly your tone changed, pup. No,” he answered with a tight smile and shut the door behind him.

She sighed deeply and then sobbed into a pillow. She was so overstimulated and her whole body was on fire, aching for release.

She had managed to drag herself to the pool Raphael had in the room next to his bedroom, but she must have gotten up from it too quickly. The spittle did something to her blood pressure, and with the scalding hot water of the pool, it had been a dangerous combination. When she stood up, she managed to take one step out of the pool before everything went black and she lost consciousness.

She suddenly heard a chuckle and then a familiar voice cut through the darkness. It felt like she had been gone for hours.

“Though I appreciate you commitment to your new role, you needn’t sleep on the floor, pet,” the voice teased.

“Hmmh?” she mumbled confused.

The aching of her body and the pain from where she hit her head suddenly came rushing to her as if it had been turned off. She whined quietly and moved a hand to the side of her head. She whined louder when the hand made contact.

She heard the voice sigh. She felt arms gently move under her to lift her up and off the floor. A yelp of pain escaped her lips as she was moved.

“Shh-shh-shh, oh dear…” the voice cooed, she finally recognized it as Raphael’s and remembered where she was. “Fragile little thing, aren’t you?

When she felt that she was being submerged in water, her eyes finally shot open, and she started squirming and struggling in his arms. She dug her nails deep into his shoulders, trying to drag herself away from the water.

“Easy, easy, easy,” he calmed and held her firmly. He smiled at her. “There would be little sense in drowning you. I am trying to help you.”

Her eyes were still panicked, and she did not let go of her grip on him as he lowered her gently into the pool. She kept looking at his face, waiting for some cruel expression to wash over it before he would hold her under the water’s surface. It did not come. Instead, he let go of her once she was seated on the edge of the pool.

There was a jug on the side of the pool that he dipped under the surface to collect water in. She watched his every move. He slowly placed a hand over her brow to shield her face from water as he poured it over her head. The pain that she had felt immediately stopped as the water healed her injury.

“Better?” he asked.

She nodded slowly.

“Good,” he said and patted the elevated edge behind her with his hand. “Sit here. Get up slowly.”

She put her hands on the edge and pulled herself up from the pool. She felt her vision darken slightly as she did, but nowhere near as much as before. He brought her a fluffy towel and started drying her hair with it. Just feeling his touch was enough for her whole body to light up with arousal again.

“Incubus spittle can have quite the effect on those who have not yet built any tolerance for it and perhaps I should have warned you to be more careful,” he said as he moved down to dry her shoulders and back. “One of those effects is making sure that the victim does not move around too much, as you have just learned.”

She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch despite herself. She was so tired, but the feeling of his hands and the soft towel on her skin felt amazing. She could not help the small involuntary gasps that left her mouth when the towel grazed somewhere particularly sensitive. When he was done, he carried her to his bed.

He pulled the covers over her and started taking off his clothes. She kept an eye on him, though she could barely keep her eyes open. When he caught her looking, he smirked at her.

“Tired?” he asked.

“Yes,” she mumbled. “But I can’t sleep because of the—"

“We can continue tomorrow,” he said. “After that you will be free for now and stay in your own quarters until I have use for you again.”

“Tomorrow?” she whined quietly. “But I can’t wait until tomorrow, the spittle—”

“Sleep,” he ordered with a wave of his hand.

The second he said so her limbs went limp, and she fell into the deepest, sweetest sleep of her life.