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grlmmjow · 2 months ago

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Ecstasy 🔞

I felt like writing some shameless smut. Amara is her usual nervous self. She treats Astarion like something that will break with the slightest touch and it irritates him lmao. She'll learn, eventually.

Rating: Mature. Fingering (female receiving). PiV sex. Making out. They fuck against a wall without even taking off their clothes.

Pairing: Astarion/Dark Urge (Amara)

Word count: 2.1k

Summary: The group is a night away from arriving to Baldur's Gate, and it stirs something in Astarion...

Showing Astarion his face using the tadpole

Don’t forget to feed your vampire…

Running after Astarion on the docks

I get to live, and you get to rot

What a day…

The party was a night away from Baldur’s Gate. They found some ruins where they could settle that night, and there was an old building that had something that resembled a room… Which Astarion promptly claimed for himself. Amara defended him, of course, when that ruffled some feathers, and finally the group decided to settle for the night.

Gale was sitting in front of the fire, cleaning the rest of the pots and plates while holding idle conversation with Amara, who sat next to him, scrubbing the cutlery.

They were talking about something completely boring for someone not versed in magic, so naturally, the rest of the party had moved away from them while they geeked over the weave and the way they manipulated it in such different ways. When she first met Gale, he struck her as a bit snotty, even more so when he learned Amara was a sorcerer and acted like a jerk about it… but later on, she evidently grew on him. So they started sharing their knowledge of magic, their conversations becoming something she looked forward to at the end of the day.

Tonight, they kept the nice conversation going, but the whole time… Amara felt a pair of eyes on her. She knew who it was, of course. Who could it be? but the intensity of the stare was making her keep glancing over her shoulder at the vampire who eyed her with an enigmatically hungry gaze.

Odd. He is well fed. It can’t be thirst.

Amara tried to ignore the intensity of the gaze, but it was a bit too much. Whenever she looked over, Astarion was staring, unblinking. It was almost uncanny. She felt uneasy, but… somewhat, she was enjoying it. There was an aura of… eroticism in the way he kept his eyes on her. Which… was strange, considering they haven’t made love once in the couple of months they’ve been established as a couple (as per his request).

About half an hour later, Gale excused himself, and Amara remained in front of the fire. She stood up, ready to head to bed (maybe Astarion wanted her to join him tonight?), but when she was about to turn around, she felt his presence, like a ghost, looming over her.

“Damn it, Astarion. You scared me.” She jolted, feeling his body up against hers. He remained silent, his chest brushing against her back. Astarion’s scent suddenly enveloped the redhead, making her swallow. He was so damned addicting… it was impossible to get enough of his closeness.

His hands remained at his sides, but he leaned in, the very tip of his nose brushing up her neck. She heard him inhale, and could almost hear the shudder running down his spine. His hands moved to hold her hips, then her waist. They ran up her stomach until they cupped her breasts.

“Astarion.” She warned, clenching her jaw. This… This was odd. Very, very odd. Something must have snapped in him. They haven’t done anything remotely sexual in a long time… Astarion was the one who said that sex felt tainted even if it was with her. So this was… concerning. Maybe he was exploring his own feelings about this? Or maybe he was just… horny. He was traumatized, not castrated, after all.

Astarion squeezed her breasts over her clothes, one fang nipping at her earlobe, then her neck, and her shoulder. He remained oddly silent, almost acting on instinct. His arms kept her in place, and he shifted behind her, pressing his hips to her rear. She instantly felt his cock against her ass, nudging her insistently, and heard his breathing getting more labored.

“Mm.. Astarion.. Wait, no, you–” Amara insisted, tensing under his hands, more and more concerned about this behaviour. She didn’t like that he wasn’t speaking a word. And she definitely didn’t want to do something he’d regret later.

“Shhh… Silence.”

His voice was an octave lower than usual, which drove her wild. She took a deep breath, her head tilting back onto his shoulder, mouth parted. Gods. She’d been pent up after a couple of months of teasing. Every night, when he fed from her and turned around to sleep, she was left there, internally screaming and holding herself back from tackling him and riding him blind. And now… Gods, he couldn’t be doing this to her.

A stray hand shifted down her torso, sliding under the hem of her pants and her underwear… She could feel his smirk against the skin of her shoulder. He kissed every inch of her shoulder as one single finger teased her clit. His grin widened when he found her drenched.

She felt her legs quiver, her thighs squishing closed and trapping his hand there. Astarion slid that finger between her folds, his middle digit slipping inside of her. Amara moaned, and he lifted his free hand to clasp it over her mouth, silencing her.

“I said silence.”

Fuck. Fuck. They were in the middle of camp. In front of the damn fire. Not everyone had gone to bed yet, they could very well just walk up to them and see them in this… compromising position.

For some reason, that turned her on even more.

Her chest was now rapidly rising and falling, muffled moans against the cold flesh of his palm, saliva coating it and dripping down her chin. She shifted and he picked up the pace, adding a second finger and pressing his cock tighter against her ass. Oh, he was hard.

Amara heard him taking another deep whiff off her neck, and when he let out that air, he moaned. Her scent was driving him wild with desire, apparently. His hips began to rock against her clothed backside, as he desperately seeked friction and release.

“Astarion.” Her voice was muffled against his palm, but he heard her. She was about to try and stop him. And he didn’t want to. Something had possessed him. Perhaps the closeness to the city, to his old routine, to his master. He felt that his destiny, whatever it would be, was right within his reach. And that thought was intoxicating… and terrifying.

“Amara. I need this. I need you.”

Her response was another muffled moan, and Astarion growled. If she kept it up, they’d wake up half the camp.

“Come, let’s go somewhere private.” His hand slid out of her, and he gently pushed her moving towards the isolated area he conquered at camp before the sun set.

The moment the pair entered the small ruin, Amara practically jumped in his arms. Oh, she wanted the best for him, of course, but she was also weak. And they’ve been on the verge of death too many times now, and she had been edged too much as well, every night when he fed, to be able to stop herself from doing this. He had begged for her, and he would get what he wanted.

Her tongue was immediately past his lips, her arms wrapped around his neck. Astarion was surprised for about two seconds before he responded in equal passion, his hands sliding under her blouse. He only stopped the kiss to pull off his own shirt, and the moment his skin was exposed to the air, Amara’s hands traveled over his pale flesh.

“Gods, Astarion. You are beaut–”

“Turn around.”

Amara’s eyes widened at the command, but the husky voice and the desire in his eyes made her obey immediately. She shut her mouth and turned around, hearing Astarion as he undid the buttons and cords of his pants. She gasped the moment he pushed her against the cold stone wall of the ruins and started to hastily pull down her trousers and underwear.

His hands moved her hair away from her neck. His fingers, calloused from the use of his bow, lifted a trail of fire as they explored her neck and between her shoulder blades. He quickly brushed his lips to her skin, kissing each and every freckle that adorned her shoulder. He had his eyes closed, one hand keeping her in place against the wall and the other grabbing his cock, guiding it exactly where they both wanted it the most.

“Can I do this?” He asked, his kisses loving, sweet; but there was an undercurrent of pure, unrestrained desire in his tone. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, love. Yes, yes, you can.” Amara appreciated him checking on her. She appreciated it a lot, especially because it gave her a clue that he wasn’t just driven mad with desire, or fear, or lust, and that he actually wanted to do this with her out of his own will…

Taking the invitation, Astarion slid inside her. He was slow, but it still earned a gasp of surprise from her. Oh, it had been so long. She felt Astarion hissing behind her, his hands moving to grab a hold of her hips, readying himself to bring them both over the edge.

Amara felt the stone scratching at her cheek as she was pressed to the wall, but she didn’t mind the uncomfortable sensation. The burning pleasure between her legs was overwhelming everything else, including the tight grip he kept of her hips. Soon enough, Astarion started to move, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh and the gasps and moans of pleasure filled the small room they chose to spend the night in. They grew in tone and volume, and for a moment, Astarion had to sink his face in her hair in a weak attempt to keep himself from being too loud.

This was the first time they’ve made love since Astarion confessed to using sex to manipulate her. And, gods, Amara felt the difference between both experiences. He was… a lot more enthusiastic right now. And, well, yeah. She was a lot more in love with him than she was back then. It certainly changed things. Astarion was less performative, and Amara felt everything a lot more intently.

It didn’t take them too long to finish, Amara being the first one to reach her orgasm the moment Astarion’s expert fingers found her clit. A couple of minutes later, he followed, gasping directly into her ear as he buried himself deep into her and climaxed, his nails digging in her hip bones, keeping her in place.

They remained there, still joined, panting to regain their breath. Amara’s legs faltered, and Astarion turned her around so she faced him, hands coming to cup both her cheeks. Her eyes lifted, meeting his own… and suddenly, she realized what just happened.

“Astarion.” Fuck. His expression was unreadable. “Are you alright?”

“I…” Amara saw him close his eyes and clear his throat. “Yes, darling. That felt… good. I needed it.”

Her eyes widened, and she started panicking on his behalf. Astarion simply stared back at her, still keeping his hands on her cheeks.

“... Darling. I’m fine. I wanted this.” He sounded a bit irritated– he found Amara’s panic a bit condescending. She still had to realize that he wasn’t a delicate flower in need of constant care and pampering. “I had fun. And I… I trust you more than anyone. It… It had to be you.”

Amara swallowed, believing him. She let out a soft sigh, and then got on her tiptoes, seeking a kiss, which Astarion happily granted. When they parted, he kissed her forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds.

“It.. It was really fun.” Amara finally admitted, smiling up at him. “Although, next time… I hope we last more than ten minutes.”

“Insatiable little thing. We’ll see.”

Her smile widened, and she reached down to pull both their pants up. She didn’t know when they would repeat this experience… perhaps they never would. It entirely depended on Astarion. And, as much as he said he wanted it… he still didn’t sound completely convinced to her. It was evident that, even if he was healing, his past still haunted him.

She’d have to be a little bit more patient. Not that she minded.

“Let’s go to bed, Astarion. I want to… hug you.”

“Mmm.. Yes. That sounds fantastic right now.”

Said that, the pair climbed in bed. Amara rested on her side, facing him. Her eyes fell on his profile as he settled for his night meditation. She was a bit too excited to rest herself, so she simply stayed there, her hand resting flat on the middle of his chest.

“I love you.” She whispered when she thought he couldn’t listen. It was the first time either of them had said it out loud since the night they confessed their feelings

The corner of Astarion’s lip twitched upwards. But he said nothing. He’d let her think he didn’t hear that… Even if, inside, he was twitching with glee.

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