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darcydarlingdabbles · 4 months ago

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Predators and Prey

༺･⋆Tav x Astarion x Halsin ⋆༺･ Explicit ⋆༺･ 4k

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Tav’s pulse quickened as she pressed against the stone wall of Wyrm’s Rock. The rough bricks were cold against her skin this late into the night—but the feeling had nothing on the thrill of anticipation coursing through her veins.

She should be inside. In bed. Readying for the next day’s adventure.

Not out on the grounds, playing a game of cat and mouse. But Tav was never one to resist the siren call of danger.

The sensation already had her soaring, dancing on the knifes edge between peace and peril as she darted to the next group of shadows along the wall.

Her soft-soled shoes were silent on the dewy grass—more quiet than the rustling of the satin dress she wore. It was better protection than just wearing her chemise out in the wilds, but just barely. She missed her light armor already.

A flicker of movement caught her luminous eyes, and Tav’s breath caught in her throat.

She’d know that lean figure anywhere, even silhouetted against the starry sky over the cliffs around the Rock.

He’d dressed far better than she for their game, but then he always did. The deadly elegance of her vampire in the dark already had heat seeping into Tav.

“Well, well,” Astarion purred, his voice like silk over steel. “What do we have here?”

That predatory look in his crimson eyes was about to freeze her like a fawn.

And, from the slow smile spreading across his lips, giving just the barest hint of his fangs—he knew.

Tav tried to hide the delighted shiver that ran up her spine, composing her face into one of surprise as she turned towards him.

“A lost little mouse, scurrying about where she doesn’t belong?” The vampire continued, his grin rather like a tomcat in an alleyway.

“I happen to think.” Tav cocked a hand on her hip, as he was still a safe distance from her. Though she eyed the rising cliff along the wall of the Rock—it made a perfect alley way. “That I’m exactly where I want to be.”

The vampire nearly broke. She saw the way he rolled his ruby eyes, even as he shook his head indulgently.

“Is that so?” Astarion chuckled, the sound low and dangerous, “And what makes you so bold enough to venture out on a night like this?” He took a step closer, measured and radiating a predatory grace that titillated Tav. “There are monsters in the dark, you know.”

Tav’s pulse raced into her pointed ears, but forced a note of innocence into her voice. “Oh, I must have…just wandered away from the party. This Rock is such a maze.”

The vampire cut through the shadows like a blade, closing the distance between them.

“You wouldn’t happen to know the way back in, would you?” Tav asked sweetly.

Astarion had gotten closer now, enough for her to look up through her lashes at him.

“Now, now.” He murmured, his voice dripping like honeyed venom. “Is the little lamb as lost as she pretends to be?”

He circled her slowly, cornering her with the stone wall against her back.

Tav’s heart raced in her chest, caught between the tingle of peril…and the magnetic pull of his presence. Astarion had always been stunning with the moonlight filtering through his white curls—but now his ethereal allure was only heightened by an aura of peril.

“Or, perhaps…” he continued, leaning in close enough that she could feel the coolness of his breath on her skin, “you were hoping to find something out here, in the dark.”

Tav swallowed hard, her mind racing along with her pulse—and she wondered if he could hear it. “I... I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Oh, I think you do,” he purred, his words a seductive poison.

Astarion’s laugh was low and rich, sending shivers down her spine. He was too good at this; she wanted to give in already.

Tav still tried to sidestep Astarion. “ I really should be getting back to—”

In a heartbeat, the vampire pounced. He pinned her against the rough brick wall, his body eclipsing hers, capturing her. “Leave? But a delicious little thing like you shouldn’t wander off on your own,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear.

A small gasp escaped Tav’s lips, desire flooding her senses. She wriggled against him, torn between fleeing and melting into his clutches.

Suddenly, she felt the frigid touch of metal under her chin. Astarion had drawn his dagger, and she could feel the flat side of the blade against her skin, forcing her gaze up.

“Look at me,” Astarion commanded quietly, his voice mesmerizing. “And tell me you want to run. I dare you.”

Their eyes locked, and Tav felt those crimson eyes threaten to drag her in and drown her.

Tav’s breath caught in her throat. She tried to speak, but couldn’t get her lips around more than little parts of words. And an audible shiver when the vampire braced a hand against the wall, right next to her head.

Astarion was all fangs and smirk as he caught Tav’s dilated stare.

“I can hear it, darling.” He ducked his head, slowly, his lips teasing the skin before her ear with every tantalizing word. “The rush of your pulse.” His mouth drew down the line of Tav’s neck. “The little patter of your heart racing.”

Tav let out a gasp that hitched into a whine as Astarion let the edge of his teeth graze her prickling skin. Each brush sent a little electric jolt. Making her lids flutter half-closed, her resolve crumbing with each teasing touch.

She felt the blonde smirk against her neck. No doubt thinking he’d won the game before it even started.

Tav’s hand, that had been trapped between their chests, gave a half-hearted effort to push him away. Just to be rewarded with the pressure of a proper bite, nearly breaking her skin. Teetering her further towards the brink of surrender.

When, suddenly, heavy footsteps clattered gracelessly through the night air, and rending the spell between them with the clank of armor.

A guard was approaching.

In that breath of hesitation, Tav seized her chance to flee. She twisted free of Astarion’s grasp and his blade, darting into the shadows of the nearby cliffs. Headed for the deep woods.

Astarion’s dark chuckle followed her. “Run, run, little lamb.”

The chase had only begun.

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Tav’s feet pounded against the cliffs as she raced into the forest surrounding Wyrm’s Rock.

Branches reached out into the cool night air, grabbing at her soft dress like claws grasping in the dark. Despite her pounding heart, she could help the wild grin that spread across her face.

Astarion was far behind her—he was too damn proud of his composure to run out into the wilds.

She just might have gotten away.

Tav pushed through the disappointment and the burn in her muscles. Escaping was always a thrill, even if her skin still tingled with the lingering of the vampire’s wintry touch. It all swirled into a heady rush that spurred her onward.

As she ran further and further away from the Rock, the dense foliage began to thin.

Tav found herself in a small clearing, the moonlight casting eerie shadows between the columns of the trees. Her chest was heaving. Every breath felt like a greedy gulp of air.

The forest was quiet, save for the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze.

No sign of pursuit, no glimpse of that infuriatingly handsome smirk. Leaving her with the feeling of triumph…and disappointment.

Maybe Tav should have held back a bit more. She had been hoping for more of a chase—and bending over to keep catching her breath might just leave her vulnerable to—

A low, rumbling growl echoed throughout the clearing.

Her heart lept up into her throat as she spun around to face the massive bear emerging from the shadows.

But it wasn’t his size that got her pulse racing all over again, or the soft brown fur that turned nearly silver in the moonlight. It was his gaze. Intelligent, familiar, sparkling mischief.

No ordinary bear had bedroom eyes like that.

“Halsin…” Tav grinned, rocking back on her heels, like she was going to make another run for it.

The bear gave an unmistakable playful growl and launched after her. With surprising agility for an animal his size, Tav found herself pinned to the ground. Soft grass at her back and the hulking mass of fur blotting out the starry night sky above her. “Oof!” she exclaimed, breathless but still grinning. “You big old softie!” She accused playfully.

Her surprise at being knocked down so damn quickly melted into delight. She wriggled under the wildshape, still having plenty of room to breathe—damn graceful despite how large he was.

Tav wrapped her arms around the bear’s hulking head, laughing with a little grunt at the feeling of his wet and warm snout pushing into the crook of her shoulder and her neck, taking in her scent with loud huffs through his maw.

She could feel the bear’s heart beating against her own.

“Sneaky old druid.” Tav teased affectionately, planting a kiss against the tip of his nose.

The bear made another deep rumbling sound in his throat, that Tav could have sworn was laughter.

“You know, I think you might be even cuddlier in this shape.” Tav teased as her fingers combed through his thick fur, nuzzling close as her fingers petted the fluffy ears.

A sardonic voice cut through warmth of the moment.

“Going to be swapping saliva with bears now, are we?” the vampire tsked, though his red eyes gleamed with sheer amusement. “I knew you had a thing for beastly lovers.”

Tav’s attention snapped up to see Astarion materializing from the shadows. Pale form glowing in the midnight moonlight, with a bit of irritation curling his perfect lips.

“Well, since it took you so very long to catch up.” She swuirmed her way from under Halsin to sit up. “I was beginning to think you’d given up the chase.”

“My dear, I do not run unless something is chasing me, ” Astarion’s lips curled into a wry smile, glancing over the bear. “And I do not concede to prey.”

Tav grinned at the vampire and she felt that same rumbling laugh from where the bear still had her legs pinned to the soft grass.

“Though I must say I did not expect the archdruid to take your little game quite so literally.” Astarion said casually, as he was examining his fingernails.

“What can I say? I like my big and hairy men.” Tav shot right back.

Halsin gave a snort.

And the vampire scoffed, even as a flicker of jealousy crossed his ruby gaze.

As if he could expect anything less than the usual barbs they traded. Always fining a way to get other each other’s skins.

The bear gave another thundering growl, his massive head suddenly turning its attention to Astarion.

Tav felt it, the bulky body full of muscle coiling to spring . Halsin lunged at Asarion, playfully pouncing on him. Making the pale elf’s features a perfect painting of shock as he toppled backwards underneath a mountain of fur.

“What in the bloody Nine Hells are you doing!” Astarion spluttered, his composure shattered.

The bear’s form shimmered before Tav’s eyes and shifted. Halsin’s hulking frame replaced it—hardly smaller than the damn wildshape, pinning Astarion to the grass.

“My friend, you need to learn to enjoy yourself.” Halsin said in his resonnate voice, a smile on his lips as he leaned over the prim and proper elf. “And let your natural instincts guide you.”

Astarion’s haughty expression looked like there was a retort right on the edge of his lips—until it was replaced with Halsin’s mouth on his.

The vampire seemed as stunned as Tav was. Until his pale fingers tangled into Halsin’s hair, holding him close as the kiss took on a new, desperate edge. Leaving Tav to deal with her own surge of jealousy and arousal dancing around in her veins.

She could just…join them. Concede the game and give in and have both of their mouths on her at last.

Or, Tav could seize this opportunity to escape.

The chance was too good not to take.

Tav got her feet under her. With one last look at the two elves entangled along the forest floor, she darted from the treeline and bolted into the darkness of the forest.

“Gods dammit, you let her get away, you insufferable oaf.” Astarion’s frustrated huff followed her.

“Patience.” Halsin’s calm, deep voice was still tinged with amusement. “The chase is half the fun, is it not?”

Tav grinned to herself as she sprinted deeper into the woods, her heart pounding with exhilaration. The game was far from over.

She’d gotten her second wind, and was ready to make another run, with both elve’s chasing her. The idea was absolutely thrilling, and she desperately wanted to. Her soft shoes were already pounding against the soft earth. Freedom was so close she could taste it—and Tav was just about to think about what she would ask for when she claimed her victory.

When the ground beneath her soles erupted. Thick, ropey, ensnaring vines shot up from the earth, wrapping around her ankles and calves, stopping all of her movement. She let out a yelp, only the trap spell keeping her from falling forward as they tightened their strangling grips.

“What the fuck?!” she gasped, struggling against the botanical bonds, trying and failing to escape.

“Well now, I must give it to you, clever druid.” Astarion’s silky voice purred as two sets of footsteps reached Tav. “You’ve set up a snare for our little rabbit to run right into.”

Tav whipped around towards their familiar chuckles just to see the vampire sauntering into view. Halsin was right at his side, his foot steps just as graceful despite the wood elf’s much bigger and bulkier frame.

“Well, glad to finally have your approval of my handiwork.” Halsin chuckled, though he was far from offended from the smile on his face.

Tav had to admit, with begrudging admiration, that it was pretty fucking clever. Though she tried to keep her lips in a sour twist as she looked up at the two men already approaching her, starting to circle from opposite ends, like the hunters they were.

“I suppose it was too much to hope the two of you would play fair.” She pouted, tugging at the vines once again. More out of stubbornness than any real hope of escape.

“We were to embrace our natural gifts and prowess, yes?” Halsin said, stopping in front of Tav with an indulgent grin on his lips that touched the scars across his face. “I believe I have played well by the rules we have set.”

Tav had to admit, yes, that he was right. They hadn’t set any rules other than non-lethal. But she was stopped by cool lips at her ears.

“Where’s the fun in life without a few clever tricks up our sleeves?” Astarion laughed, the sound rich and melodious and making a tickling feeling across her ear and neck.

She was having trouble hiding how her body thrilled the closer Astarion circled. Her vampire’s presence was always intoxicating—his scent an enticing blend of rosemary, bergamot, brandy…and something darker. More primal.

Never overshadowed by Halsin’s smell of sweet honey and raw might.

“I could still make a run for it.” Tav taunted back, even as her voice became lower with her growing need. “This spell won’t last forever.”

Astarion gave a dark chuckle, his fingers tracing a slow, teasing path down her arm where her sleeve had been ripped away—maybe in the chase, she hadn’t even noticed. “We don’t need to keep you here forever, little lamb…just long enough to…tire you out.”

Tav’s heart was dancing away in her chest as her eyes found the hunger in Astarion’s. Beyond mere thirst.

It was a desire to devour her.

“That a challenge?” Tav asked, though her voice was barely stronger than a whisper.

“Consider it a promise.” Astarion said, with a feral grin.

“I see you’ve both found my little surprise.” Halsin appeared at Tav’s side, a smug smile playing on his lips. “I trust it was... effective?”“You know, sometimes I forget that you’re not just a pretty face.” Tav quipped.

Halsin’s grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Apretty face? Well, I have my moments.

“If you two are finished with this…rather juvenile display of flirting.” Astarion’s gaze flicked between the two of them, a slow, calculated smile spreading across his face. “ Shall we see what other surprises the night has in store?”

Tav found herself delightfully trapped between two powerful predators, and still ensnared in the vines wrapped around her legs.

Astarion’s lips seized hers, a tempest of passion and need, while Halsin’s fingertips dug into her loose, light clothing like a bear’s claws, igniting a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Their primal yearning for her radiated from them like heat from a roaring fire, an intoxicating elixi she was dying for more of.

Astarion pulled back from her mouth with a protest from her lips, only to be replaced by Halsin. And his kisses dripping like wild honey.

A gasp escaped Tav, her fingers instinctively tangling in the vampire’s white curls as he worked their way down her throat.

The harsh sound of tearing fabric echoed around the little clearing them as they clawed at each other’s clothing in desperate urgency for more touch, more to hold.

Tav felt it the moment the delicate goosebumps became the sting of scratches along her back and her arms—but it only amplified the rawness of the desire gnawing at her. .

Suddenly, Halsin was behind her, his grip solid on her hips, the druid holding her flush against the mountain of muscle. As pale, nimble fingers and the flash of a blade drew down the front of her dress. Slicing the fabric and ripping it wide.

Bearing her heated skin to the moonlight, and the men around her.

Her heart pounded in her chest, feeling claws and teeth and fangs over every inch of bare skin—devoured like the trapped prey she was.

Astarion was taking one of her breasts into his mouth, while Halsin pawed at her other, his kisses biting for the wood elf. Feeling like he might just devour her first.

Tav let out a sound of pure, visceral want—as she felt a hand slide dexterously under the grasp of the magical vines.

Astarion’s deft fingers quickly rid her of the scraps of her clothing, sinking into the heat between her legs. Tav gasped aloud, realizing, for the first time, that she was soaked with her own arousal.

“Well now,” that shit-eating purr was right in her ears. She couldn’t keep her eyes open, but she didn’t need to know the cocky grin on her vampire’s lips. “Our poor little thing is drenched.”

His fingers toyed with her, making Tav writhe in the hold of everything that bound her. Skimming over her clit and delving into her pussy with a smirk.

“I think we should have mercy on our little lamb, don’t you, druid?”

Tav whined breathlessly as she clenched at Astarion, begging him to move, to thrust, to do anything.

“Now my friend,” The wood elf’s deep voice said somewhere over her shoulder, though even he sounded breathless. “The rules were set…our prey has to beg.”

Astarion laughed and Tav trembled as a fresh wave of arousal spilled over his fingers at hearing Halsin—sweet, gentle Halsin saying those filthy words like he was so certain of them.

Her eyes flew open as a hand wrapped in her braid, the vampire pulling her hair to tug her head back.

“You heard him, pet.” The ruby red eyes gleamed. “Beg.”

“Please!” Tav didn’t even managed a dignified hesitation. Please fell from her lips like water. Desperate. Wild. Needing them both.

“With pleasure.” Astarion smirked. And Halsin growled.

The next thing she knew, her knees were meeting the soft grass of the clearing. The shreds of her clothing laying tattered in the grass as the elves surrounded her.

Halsin’s hulking frame loomed over her back, drawing his blunt nails down her spine as he bent her over. Manhandling her into place like she weighed nothing—like she was nothing more than a bitch in heat, poised to be mounted.

No clever words or quips came to Tav’s lips. Nothing but inarticulate little begging whines. As finally, finally, she felt the blunt head of the druid’s thick cock pressed against her entrance.

“Please.” Tav forced her lips around the word, so he knew how desperately she wanted him to just fuck her.

And she was rewarded, deliciously, with the girth of Halsin’s cock stretching her pussy full Pleasure overwhelmed Tav. She nearly tumbled into her bliss right then and there.

“That’s it little one, you can take it.” Halsin purred over her back as Tav nearly vibrated out of her skin with impatience. She dug her fingers into the Earth, bucking her hips eagerly back against the druid.

“Oh, I think she’s more than ready.” Astarion grinned above her. Tav blinked, looking up to see the rich fabric of his trouses before her—no doubt gaining grass stains along his knees.

His pale fingers grabbed her braid, her hair wrapping around her pale wrist in a way that thrilled her. Until the snap of Halsin’s hips drove every other thought from Tav’s mind.

Her mouth fell open with her moans, just as the tip of Astarion’s cock pressed to her lips.

“Going to be a good pet?”

Tav didn’t let him finish. She eagerly sucked the length of the vampire’s cock right down her throat.

She could feel herself spiraling out of control as their actions triggered waves upon waves within her. The thrust of Halsin’s cock driving Astarion deeper down her throat, only for the vampire’s pull on her hair to drag her off the edge of the druid’s cock.

They moved together; bodies intertwined in an ancient dance that led Tav to an overwhelming crescendo. Warmed as the filled her with their essences.

As she slipped from the euphoria, she found herself enveloped by their warmth; their breaths intermingling with hers beneath the silent canopy overhead.

Astarion’s gaze met hers; a languid smile dancing on his lips. “Was it everything you wished for, love?”

Tav returned the grin; her body still resonating. “And even more.” Halsin’s arms encased them both, drawing them closer to him.

“A glorious experience of the beauty and power of raw nature.” Halsin hummed.

“Oh please, now is certainly time for your poetry, old man.” Astarion huffed, though he settled into the druid’s crushing grip.

The night air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, their labored breaths punctuating the silence around them.

Tav lay nestled between Halsin and Astarion, their bodies slick with exertion and tangled in an intimate knot.

As she threaded her fingers through Astarion’s damp curls, a sense of awe washed over her. The intensity of their coupling left her breathless, her heartbeat a wild crescendo within her chest.

“I never thought I’d find myself here,” Astarion quipped with a hint of sarcasm.

Tav looked up at him with a playful smile. “And where is here?”

“Well, sharing a bed with a ranger and a wood elf wasn’t exactly on my bucket list,” he replied, grinning down at her.

Halsin’s arms tightened around them both; his satisfied sigh filling the air. “An experience I will cherish for the rest of my days,” he murmured warmly.

Tav nodded in agreement; her heart brimming over with love and gratitude for these two men who had brought more joy into her life than she ever thought possible.

As sleep began to claim her, she knew she would do anything to keep them safe, in turn.

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