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Distances Mended (Part 6)

18+ hurt/comfort, blood drinking, oral (f!), face sitting, blood play/letting, doggy style, overall feral sex, admissions of love, tenderness

Astarion X F! Plus Sized Tav, Set After The Pale Elf

listening to: De Selby (Part 2) - Hozier, Without You, Without Them - boygenius

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"Please, I want to forget, just for a moment." He tangled his hands into her hips, buried his face in his forearm.

Heart pounding painfully she stared down at him. The blood dried in his clothes. The hand that had hours ago been white knuckled around the dagger. Sinking again and again into that vile chest, feral in fury. The gut wrenching wails from his throat as he sank to his knees.

The inn she had practically carried him to, renting a room that he was now bowed against her in.

She kneeled down to him, took his cheek so soft into her palm. Tried to catch his eyes in hers. "Astarion.."

He almost flinched, his face crumbling. Watery eyes meeting hers, pleading. "I cant take it. I need you, need to feel something. To feel you." He whispered, grabbing onto her again. "Please.."

Her eyebrows drew together in concern but she couldn't deny him. Not when he was like this. Not when she saw the agony in his eyes.

"Take what you need from me. I'm yours."

He kissed her desperately, hands cupping the back of her head, fingers tangled in hair. Tears dropped down onto the skin of her chest.

She poured all her tenderness into him. Fingers tracing his jaw. Legs wrapping secure around the small of his back. Hand warm on his chest. Spelled her love on his tongue.

Swift but shaking fingers undoing her blouse. Assisting him she pulled it over her head. "Come here to me," she said softly, pulling him to her neck. "Take your fill."

He sank into her, hands gripping her back. The slight sting bringing her up to the surface. Hands in his hair, softly stroking. He moaned into her, regaining some strength. His hand taking hers, leading it to his thigh. Urging.

Through the ache of her heart a heat was spreading.

Yes, she could help him lose himself. If just for a moment.

She ran her nails lightly over the fabric covering his thigh. Hand in his hair tugging gently. Felt him nod into her, keep going.

That heady haze fell over her. Lips finding that delicious place under his ear where his jaw began, suckling and nipping at it. He shuddered against her, tongue still lapping her up greedily. Hands reaching down to grip her ass.

Her hands wandered hot up his chest, down his back, on the outer side of his hips. Always obsessed with how he felt, like cool water. A river running into her.

She slid her knee between them, him lifting naturally as she pushed, straddling her thigh. He ground into her hip, sending a throb through her. She bit into his shoulder, much harder than she meant to.

He groaned roughly, something overcoming him. Rising off her neck he slid down onto his back, eyes burning, gripping her thighs and pulling her hard up to him. Now straddling over him, over his upturned face.

Oh Gods, yes. She reached to begin pulling off her thin leggings. His mouth came up to meet her and ripped into the fabric, his fangs tearing. She moaned deep in her throat, a ferocity in her tightening pelvis.

Hands gripping her hips he pulled her exposed core down to him. Mouth already ravaging and insistent. She buckled into him, head thrown back. Rhythmic little gasps moving her with the motion of his hungry mouth.

A madness was overtaking her, the pressure and pulsing of his velvet tongue making her shake. Trying to not clench her thighs around his sharp ears.

Made the mistake of looking down at him. His eyes were on her, dark, blown out. An inferno.

She leaned back, hand stabilizing herself on his stomach, giving him room. His mouth moved even further into her. Pulling her thighs again with a disgruntled groan, a demand, so she was almost flush to him. Growling into her quivering shape.

Her eyes screwed shut, the renewed pressure twice as strong, slurping and suckling. A high keening as she finally relented, her thighs coming together around him, hips grinding into his face.

He nodded fervently into her, hands urging her ass even closer.

She rode into him, wishing she had a headboard to grip onto. Her eyes searching for something, anything to ground her.

Caught a glint in arms reach and a mad idea for a madwoman overcame her. In one swift motion she grabbed the dagger and dragged it along the flesh of her pelvis. Right above the sweet torment of his mouth.

His eyes widened as the wound opened, dripping her blood directly down into the fold of his mouth. Watched his eyes roll back into his head.

The sting brought her small clarity, but the storm was about to hit. The fervent of his mouth hit a fever pitch. Blood pooling with the slick of her that now coated his jaw. Arms hooking around her thighs, immobilizing her. Fingers snaring down into her flesh.

She strangled out a cry, hand clenching into his hair. Stars threatening the corners of her eyes. Thighs shaking. Wanted to beg him to stop. Wanted to beg him to never ever stop.

He mercifully released her with a growl and slipped out from under her, coming up behind her. Quick as a shadow.

His hand caught her breast, her neck, pulling her up to his chest. She fell back against him gratefully, the back of her head resting in the curve of his shoulder.

His fingers ran all over her, the touch worship. As if she was a sculpture he was carving out of marble. Something holy.

She sighed into the curl of his hair. Reaching up to cup the nape of his neck.

His lips met her forearm, a nuzzling kiss there. Leaving the bloody smear of his lips.

Fingers met the blood trail on her hips, a deep shudder running through him. Echoing into her back.

He pushed down flat between her shoulder blades, urging her onto her belly, his other pulling her hips to his.

Heard the hitch in his breathing at the sight of her like this.

With a groan deep in his chest he gathered her blood in his pale fingers and smeared it messy up her slit. She gasped into her arm, the degeneracy of it. Gods below, her sanity was slipping.

His hands bracing against her ass he slowly entered her, hips gradually meeting her flesh. She bit into her arm, hips bucking at the devine torture of him finally buried inside her. Could feel herself clenching, a little whimper out of his perfect lips.

"I'm- I" she tried to warn, a shaking already starting in her core.

Took another handful of her blood and smeared it up her ass, breath heavy at the sight, rolling his hips into her. She was a mewling mess against the cool wood floor, the thrust of his hips hitching her back and forth. Felt like her knees were about to give out. Sensing this, he stabilized her hips with his arm, wrapping strong around her.

Turned her head to look at him. His eyes crazed, mouth dropped slightly open. Dark blood and creamy slick all over him, all over her backside. His eyes darted to hers, small pants leaving his lips. Oh Gods she couldn't take it.

"Yes, let go. Release to me." He urged, taking a handful of her hair. "I'll follow." Hand reaching around to rub hard circles into her clit.

Wave after viscous wave struck her. Thrashing her against the cool stone of his body. A garbled cry erupting from her very core. Her walls a vice grip around his length.

He groaned loud, fingers gripping painfully into the flesh of her hips. Stuttering, the might of her pull dragging him to his end. His smothered voice, his cry so sweet to her ears.

Exhausted they collapsed onto the floor. She pressed her fingers to above her navel, trying to slow herself.

Looked over at him, his gasping breaths, his limbs rubber. All smeared with her. He was the most beautiful sight.

Without thought she scooped him up in her arms, carrying him up to the bed.

He looked at her reverently, pulling her onto his chest. "You're such a strange and wonderful thing." He murmured into her hair, already fading. Barely audible, "My favorite."

She suddenly felt like crying. As he slipped blissfully to sleep she held him.

If the Gods wouldn't allow him relief from his torment she would hunt them down, one by one.

"And what have you been so diligently working on sweet girl?" He kissed the side of her neck sleepily.

Startled by his waking, she made to close the journal she had been so intently scribbling in. Fast pale fingers stopped the pages meeting completely, chuckling into the crook of her neck.

"You're the worst," She whispered, hearing the smile in her voice. Her fingers reaching back to pinch him lightly.

"Well.. I had meant to be farther along before I gave this to you. But I guess it's pretty close.." She let it fall open, handing the small book to him.

He stared down at the drawings, a series of portraits. Recognizing the clothes, the mannerisms.

"...Is this me?" He whispered, throat closing.

"I tried my best to capture your likeness, but you're a enigma it seem- Oh.."

Her fingers so gently traced under his eyes. "Oh, my star filled sky." Tone so soft, so filled with tenderness.

"I love you.." It left him before he realized what he was saying, surprising himself. Knew it to be deeply irrevocably true.

She bit her lip and smiled. Her eyes glistening. "Oh thank the Gods, you've caught up with me." Held his tear stained face in both hands, "Astarion, I have been in love with you for months. I have been waiting an eternity." She laughed, eyes so filled with joy.

He was speechless. His heart straining with so many emotions, crashing over eachother. The one that settled on top was a wonderful ache in his chest. It left him spinning, giddy.

Took her into his arms. "That was a very stupid thing for you to do. Fall for the likes of me." Heard her laugh in his ear.

"Maybe, but I wouldn't have it any other way. You're quite lovely, did you know that?"

Now he laughed, a sob catching in his throat. She kissed him over and over.

They laid back together, breaths slow between them, a fluid they both drank. Limbs tangled, rapturous in the most perfect silence. Intertwined. Rain tapping it's lullaby just for them against the warmth of the window.

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