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jmliebert · 5 months

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Starry Nights belong to lovers

Summary: Gale longing for Tav while being positively miserable (because i love my man being miserable sometimes, y'know...)

smut with (a little bit of) fluff and angst?

Word count: 4,250

Tags: romance, angst, longing, shameless smut

Warnings: explicit content (18+)

Author's note: because in my last playthrough i was torn between keep romancing gale or losing it all to the polygamist relationship with halsin... ( i chose my babyboy gale tho) but the possibilities are endless and here's one of them !!

also! you can read this on ao3 if you prefer it that way ♡

Well, that was rather embarrassing predicament, to say the least. Gale of Waterdeep, esteemed wizard, lurking in the shadows like a common maniac. Observing a woman of his dreams from afar. A woman who had once held his heart in the palm of her hand, only to cast it aside for another. Positively pathetic, isn’t it?

He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop himself from watching her with a mixture of fascination and trepidation, like an astronomer gazing upon a distant star, simultaneously drawn to its brilliance and wary of its celestial power. There was something about Tav, something ineffable, yet undeniably captivating, that compelled him to observe her, whenever he had a chance. Mind you, Gale's captivation resided not in the moments of intimacy, but rather in the quiet nuances of Tav's daily life. He found himself drawn to her ordinary rituals, avoiding the intrusion upon her private moments as a matter of principle— he adored watching her writing letters in the soft glow of the evening, tending to her garden with such grace, the quiet reverence with which she communed with nature's wonders. Each gesture, each fleeting expression painted a portrait of a woman both ordinary and extraordinary, and Gale found himself inexplicably drawn to her.

And yet, amidst the tapestry of her daily life, there was one thread that left a bitter taste upon his tongue— Halsin. Oh, how he despised the very mention of the name, the mere thought of the druid being so close to Tav and being her lover (whatever that meant in Halsin’s world), stirred a pang of ugly jealousy within his breast. For what claim did Halsin have upon Tav's affections, he wondered relentlessly, when it was he who loved her from the very beginning. It was he who worshipped the ground she was walking on. And finally, it was he who forgot his goddess because of her.

Still, Tav didn’t choose Gale.

Well, maybe that statement wasn’t entirely correct. In truth, Tav did chose Gale at the beginning of their journey. They would spend countless hours in his tent, engrossed in conversation and lost in the pages of books. Their laughter echoed through the camp. He took great care to ensure that Tav received the choicest bits during their shared meals and in moments of distress, Tav sought solace in his reassuring presence, finding comfort in the warmth of his hand clasped firmly in hers. Though Gale never said it out loud, he felt a swell of pride knowing he was the one she turned to in her hour of need.

Oh, how he admired her unwavering sense of justice and compassion. She was committed to doing what was right, even when faced with the most daunting challenges. In a world this wicked and dark, she was a beacon of light. She gave him hope when all seemed lost, and in turn he offered her his heart, but Tav wanted more, it would seem.

He saw her talking with Halsin more and more as they were roaming through The Shadow-Cursed Lands. It seemed as though every passing moment brought them closer together. Tav's radiant smile and melodious laughter filled the air as she was talking with the druid. And the way he looked at her, made something inside Gale stir. Halsin gaze lingered on Tav, his eyes alight with admiration, mirroring Gale’s own. It was pretty obvious, yet, when Tav asked him, how he would feel as to having another person in their relationship he was taken aback. His first thought was the baby.

“What, like a child? I’m not sure I’d consider myself a father material, plus our current lifestyle isn’t exactly what I would called settled…”

“It’s Halsin. He wants to be with me, but he doesn’t ask that I sacrifice you. We would…share.” Tav's words hung in the air, heavy with implication

Share?

Gale's mind reeled at the notion. “Share? You’re not a loaf of bread to be divided up at a supper time! I thought what we had meant something for you.”

But apparently he was wrong. Perhaps it hadn’t mean as much to Tav, as it meant to him and the realisation of that made him a truly miserable man. He was also angry, so angry beneath the surface. It was hard to stay at the camp after all this, it was hard to watch them talking, breathing, just being. Yet despite his best efforts, he couldn’t bring himself to hate Tav. And for that he was even more enraged. How could he be so weak?

As the time passed and Baldur’s Gate was finally safe, the companions went their separate ways. At first, Gale welcomed the prospect of solitude, believing that distancing himself from Tav would bring him peace. He came back to Waterdeep and sought solace in his study, surrounded by his precious books and arcane tomes. He threw himself into his studies with renewed fervour, delving into the depths of ancient texts and lost knowledge in an attempt to distract himself from the pain gnawing at his heart, but it wouldn’t go away.

One evening, after one too many glasses of wine, Gale found himself consumed by a reckless impulse. It was a night much like any other, yet something within him stirred, a restless energy that demanded release. Casting an invisibility spell upon himself, he ventured out into the night. Before he even knew what he was doing, he found himself teleporting to the familiar streets of Baldur's Gate. Near where he knew Tav lived, to be precise. He told himself he was merely checking on her, ensuring her safety in a world fraught with danger. But deep down, he knew the truth.

As he watched her from the shadows, unseen and unnoticed, he found himself entranced by her mere presence. She was brushing her hair, her movements fluid and graceful, her face bathed in the soft glow of candlelight. In that moment, she looked so utterly beautiful, that Gale had to fight back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.

It began as a one-time occurrence, a fleeting moment of weakness, he told himself. Yet, with each passing day, Gale found himself seeking out more excuses to linger in Tav's vicinity, even if she remained unaware of his silent vigil. And so, he became a ghostly spectator, haunting the edges of her life, longing for a connection he knew he could never truly have.

Because, how could he? How could he love her one moment only to watch her slip away into the arms of another the next? He couldn’t live like this, even if it’s Tav. So he just watched her, not ready to let go.

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This particular night, Tav was alone. Halsin was away, tending to orphans he took under his wings after all that happened in Baldur’s Gate. Truth be told, Halsin's frequent absences were a relief to Gale as it was still hard for him to witness the bond he had with Tav. There was an intimacy between them that Gale found himself unable to stomach.

Gale found Tav in her bedroom, nestled on the bed, a book cradled in her hands like a precious treasure. The soft glow of candlelight bathed her in a warm embrace, casting delicate shadows across her features. She looked so peaceful, so utterly content in that moment, and Gale couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at the sight. In another life, they would read their books side by side every night, their fingers tracing the words upon the pages.

Gale, didn’t know exactly why, but instead of his usual routine of observing Tav from the safety of the window, like a little puppy desperately waiting for their owner to let them in, he now found himself seated in his favourite chair on the other side of Tav's bed, invisible. It was an audacious move, even for him. Maybe, he was feeling particularly lonely that starry, romantic night? Or maybe there was something in the summer air… no matter what, the pull of her presence was too strong to resist at that moment.

So Gale was sitting there, watching Tav and enjoying the warm breeze. Lost in his thoughts, he shifted slightly in his seat, his foot inadvertently knocking into one of the candles seated on the floor. His heart lurched as he watched in horror as the candle toppled over, its flame igniting the delicate fabric of Tav's blanket. Panic surged through him as he realised what he had done, his mind racing with frantic thoughts, his hands on his head in pure disbelief.

"Oh, no!" he exclaimed, the words escaping his lips before he could stop them.

“Gale?” Tav’s voice, full of confusion, pierced through the silence, sending a jolt of adrenaline coursing through Gale's veins.

With a quick flick of his wrist, Gale summoned a rush of water, his practiced fingers weaving a complex pattern in the air as he cast a rapid incantation. The water swirled and danced in the air, cascading gracefully onto the flames and extinguishing them in a matter of seconds. As the last flicker of flame died out, Gale hesitated for a moment before releasing the invisibility spell that had cloaked him from view. With a soft shimmering light, he materialised into view, his expression a mixture of sheepishness and devastation of a defeated man.

"Hello, Tav," he said, his voice tinged with embarrassment as he met her gaze. "It seems I've made a bit of a mess, haven't I?” Gale asked as the smoke began to dissipate around him.

Now, he was waiting for Tav to be (rightfully) furious at him, but she wasn’t. Instead, she seemed to be…concerned?

“Are you all right?” Her voice was laced with genuine worry, her eyes searching his face for any signs of distress. It was a simple question, but it carried a weight that caught Gale off guard.

For a moment, Gale found himself speechless. He had anticipated anger or confusion, not this. His heart felt heavy.

"I'm...I'm fine," he stammered, his voice betraying a hint of disbelief as he struggled to compose himself.

“Good,” Tav said, stepping closer to Gale and enveloping him in a warm embrace. He froze momentarily at the unexpected touch, his heart racing in his chest. “I don’t understand how you got here,” Tav murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she buried her face in Gale's chest, “and I’m not even sure if I want to know,” she added. "But I’m glad you are here," she continued, her voice trembling with emotion. "I’ve missed you... more than I can put into words." Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over and cascading down her cheeks as she clung to him, seeking solace in his embrace. Gale felt his body stiff at first at the sudden gesture, but despite it all he held her close, offering silent reassurance as they stood together in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

"Shh," he whispered softly, his touch tender as he traced soothing circles along her back. With every motion, he felt the weight of her sorrow, the depth of her longing, and his own heartache mirrored in her tears. He fought to hold back his own emotions, to be the pillar of strength she needed in that moment. To be a true man. But beneath the facade of composure, Gale's own tears threatened to spill over. “I’ve missed you too, Tav.” And his words were honest.

"After we destroyed the brain, you left so abruptly," Tav's voice trembled with emotion, her words carrying the weight of unspoken pain."I thought... I thought maybe you didn't want to see me ever again, that you detested me. And I understand if you do. I know you might think that all we had, was just a facade, a lie, but it wasn't.”

Gale listened in silence, and his heart throbbed with pain. He hated to watch her cry. ”I’m sorry," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the hushed cadence of the night. "I never meant to hurt you.”

"I should be the one apologising," she murmured, her voice laced with regret. "I felt so guilty for leaving you like that, Gale. There were nights when I cried myself to sleep, feeling your absence like a gaping wound. And in those moments, Halsin... he was there for me. But it wasn't the same. It could never be the same.”

Gale's chest tightened at her confession, the weight of her words pressing down on him like a burden too heavy to bear. "Tav..." he began, his voice choked with emotion and…hope? But before he could utter another word, she silenced him with a gentle touch of her hand. She looked deep into his eyes, looking for something in them.

"Gale," she whispered, her voice soft yet resolute. "I want you to know... I love you. I've always loved you." Her words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity and emotion. "But I also love Halsin. In a different way, perhaps, but love nonetheless.”

Gale felt his heart sink at her admission, a pang of sorrow lancing through him like a blade. Despite the warmth of her touch, he couldn't shake the chill that settled in the depths of his very soul. "Tav," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "you know I'm not... I can't be... I want you all to myself. It hasn't changed since the last time we spoke about this.” And despite himself he added— “I think I should leave now.”

With a heavy sigh, he made a move to leave, to escape the turmoil of his emotions, but before he could take more than a few steps, Tav's hand shot out, grabbing his own with a desperate urgency.

"Don't leave," she pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation. "Not tonight. Let's forget about Halsin, about everything. Just... let's be together tonight, you and I. Please?” Her eyes searched his, pleading for understanding, for connection, for something to hold onto in the midst of their tangled emotions.

And then she came closer, dangerously close. As her lips met his in a tender yet impassioned kiss, Gale felt his resolve waver, crumbling like sand between his fingers. The warmth of her touch, the sweetness of her embrace, it all washed over him like a wave, sweeping him away in a sea of longing and desire.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies pressed together in a fervent embrace. Gale's heart pounded in his chest, the rhythm of their kiss echoing the tumultuous beat of his emotions. And in that fleeting moment, as their lips parted and their eyes locked in silent understanding, Gale surrendered to the intoxicating pull of their shared desire. With a surge of strength, Gale lifted Tav effortlessly into his arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as he carried her towards the bed. Each step felt like a revelation.

As he gently laid her down upon the soft sheets, their eyes met once more, the intensity of their gaze speaking volumes. With trembling hands, Gale traced the contours of her face, memorising every curve and line as if committing them to memory.

Tav appeared as a vision of ethereal beauty, her form draped in the delicate embrace of silk nightwear that accentuated every curve and contour of her body. Gone were the rugged trappings of their journey through the wilderness, replaced instead by the subtle elegance of her attire. Gale found himself captivated, his gaze lingering on the gentle curve of her neck, the graceful slope of her shoulders, and the subtle rise and fall of her chest with each breath. There was a vulnerability in her appearance that stirred something deep within him, a longing to protect and cherish her with every fiber of his being.

“Oh, Tav,” Gale said as he enveloped her body in his arms, burying his face in the soft curve of her neck, inhaling deeply the sweet, intoxicating scent that enveloped her. The warmth of her body pressed against his own ignited a fire within him, a primal urge that had been dormant for far too long. As their bodies pressed together, a wave of arousal washed over him, leaving him painfully hard and achingly aware of every brush of skin. Tav's hand found its way between their bodies, her touch sending shivers of pleasure racing up his spine as she palmed his growing erection.

A low, guttural moan escaped his lips as pleasure rippled through him, his senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. It was as if he had been starved for this connection, this physical closeness, and now that he had it, he was powerless to resist its allure. As Tav shifted her position being on top of him, like his queen, straddling Gale's hips, she moved with a fluid grace that left him mesmerised. With deft fingers, she began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the toned muscles beneath, her touch sending a shiver of anticipation through his willing body.

In response, Gale reached up to grasp the hem of Tav's nightdress, pulling it over her head with a reverence that bordered on worship. As the fabric fell away, she was bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, her skin aglow with a warmth that seemed to emanate from within.

Gale's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight before him. Tav was utterly beautiful, her rounded breasts heaving with each breath, her thighs pressing against his hips as she straddled him. In that moment he knew, she held him in the palm of her hand, a goddess of desire and passion, and he was powerless to resist as he was just a mere human.

As she unbuttoned his pants and her fingers wrapped around his throbbing penis, Gale felt himself losing control. Every touch sent shivers down his spine, his desire mounting with each caress. Despite his trembling voice, he managed to murmur, "You don't have to do this."

"But I want to," she responded, her breath warm against his skin as she pressed a tender kiss to the glans of his penis. Gale took a deep breath through his clenched teeth. His arousal was palpable, his desire for her nearly overwhelming as she took him into her mouth with a delicate grace that left him shaking with need. Each sensation was magnified tenfold, every touch sending waves of pleasure crashing over him in an ecstatic frenzy. As her lips closed around him, he could feel the warmth of her mouth enveloping him, her tongue dancing along his length with a skill that bordered on sinful.

Gale could hardly contain the primal urge building within him, the intensity of his desire threatening to consume him whole. With each gentle caress and tantalising stroke, he felt himself teetering on the edge of ecstasy, his body aching for release. His hips moving shyly, only to be held down by Tav hands.

“ Tav, Tav I’m close,” he said, but she didn’t stop instead she was sucking him even harder. And when Gale finally came, it was like an explosion of pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced before. With a cry of ecstasy, he surrendered to the overwhelming sensation, his body convulsing with the force of his release as he spilled himself into Tav's waiting mouth, his senses ablaze with a euphoria that left him gasping for breath. The world went quiet for a second, but not long after he felt Tav body on his. Her soft curves pressed against his chest. Her lips, swollen from their passionate encounter, hovered just inches from his own, and he couldn't resist the urge to draw her closer, his fingers tangling in the silky strands of her hair. Gale smiled.

With a gentle touch, he brushed a stray lock away from her forehead. When he saw a droplet of his sperm lingering in the corner of her mouth, he couldn't help but be overcome by a sudden surge of desire. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, capturing the droplet with his thumb and bringing it to his lips, savouring the taste of their shared passion as he licked it away. And as their lips met in a searing kiss, Gale felt himself consumed by a hunger unlike anything he had ever known, his hands roaming freely over her back as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

Their night was far from the end.

Their kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, as their bodies pressed together in a tangle of limbs and desire. With every touch, every caress, Gale felt a surge of longing course through him, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment. As his hand trailed down her spine, exploring every curve and contour of her body, Tav's breath hitched in her throat, a soft moan escaping her lips as she melted into his touch. And when his fingers finally found their way to the wetness between her legs, she couldn't help but arch her back in response, a shudder of pleasure coursing through her.

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, Gale shifted his position, kneeling between her legs as he drank in the sight of her. His heart raced in his chest as he watched her, every movement, every quiver of her body, sending waves of desire crashing over him.

"I need you, inside," Tav whispered, reading his thoughts exactly. Her voice barely more than a breathless plea. Her eyes bore into his, dark with desire, and Gale knew he couldn't deny her. With a tenderness Gale lowered himself down onto her, positioning his penis to her sweet entrance.

He had imagined it countless times during the lonely hours in his study, weaving fantasies in the quiet solitude of his mind. But now, as the reality of their passion unfolded before him, it surpassed even his most vivid dreams. In her embrace, Gale felt a sense of wholeness he had longed for, a completeness that eluded him in his solitary existence. Closing his eyes for a fleeting moment, Gale focused on the sensation of her body beneath his, the warmth of her skin against his own. And when Tav's hips began to move in a gentle rhythm, he followed suit, his movements initially tentative but growing bolder with each passing moment, encouraged by her soft moans.

Quickly Gale found himself lost in the heady haze of desire, his senses overwhelmed by the sight and sound of Tav squirming beneath him, her moans of pleasure driving him to new heights of ecstasy. With each thrust, each movement of their bodies, he felt a primal urge building within him, driving him ever closer to the brink of release. He groaned each time he was all in, deep inside her sweet wetness, his gaze locked onto hers with a ferocity he didn't know he possessed.

As he drew near, his thrusts grew increasingly erratic, his control slipping with each passing moment. Despite his desperate attempts to hold back, he found himself on the precipice of release, his body trembling with anticipation. "Come for me, my love," he whispered, his voice husky with desire, his fingers tenderly caressing her cheek. And as Tav's back arched in ecstasy, her breath hitching, and walls tightening Gale felt his own climax approaching like a tidal wave, ready to engulf him in its powerful embrace. With a low, guttural grunt, he buried himself deep inside her, his hands gripping hers tightly as he surrendered to the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing over him. With a primal cry, they reached the pinnacle of their desire, their bodies convulsing in unison as waves of bliss washed over them.

In that moment of pure connection, Gale surrendered to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him, his release flooding Tav's depths with a torrent of his essence. Deep inside her, he poured himself into her with abandon, his ropes of cum filling her wholly as they became one. As the last echoes of their shared climax faded into the hushed stillness of the room, Gale held Tav tightly in his embrace, their bodies entwined in the aftermath of their lovemaking. They lay there, panting and spent, their hearts racing.

Desperately, Gale clung to the fleeting moment, reluctant to pull away from the intimate connection they shared. He wanted to linger inside her, to savor the warmth of her embrace for just a little while longer, before the outside world intruded once more.

Gale's touch was tender, his hand tracing soothing patterns along Tav's back, lulling her into a peaceful slumber. With her hand resting gently on his chest, she seemed so close, yet so far away. And for a fleeting moment, everything felt perfect, as if they had found each other's again.But as Gale's fingers sense the tiny wooden duck hidden beneath the pillow, reality came crashing back with brutal clarity. It was a stark reminder of the presence they could not escape, a symbol of the inevitable truth that awaited them at dawn. His heart felt empty. What they had shared this night was nothing more than a fleeting illusion, a desperate grasp at something unattainable.

“I love you,” he said softly, though he knew he shouldn’t.

With one last lingering gaze at Tav's sleeping form, he turned away, a heavy weight lifting from his shoulders as he made his way out of her bedroom, finally letting her go for good.

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Even If It Bleeds

Astarion x F! Tav

18+ violence, death, complicated feelings, blood drinking, restraint, sexual exploration, predator/prey, control kink, (light) dubcon, dirty talk, roughness, breast worship (f!), free use, p-in-v, overstimulation, tenderness

When a hunter threatens one of her own, Tav urges Astarion to take matters into his own hands. Further encouraging him to seek out his own needs, his own desire...

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Astarion's eyes darted to her, fear under the easy pull of his smile. The Gur hunter in front of them an enemy to her the moment he revealed his mission.

"I believe he's gone to ground. But I may be able to drive him out yet."

The dagger on her hip would be a quick remedy to this situation. But Astarion's eyes were seeking something from her. Confusion spiking her own gaze. What was he waiting for?

Then it clicked.

She drew forward and quickly forced under the man's arms into a headlock. Kicking his knee out into a kneel. Neck bared in a pull on his head. All too fast for him to fight.

Her eyes flashed up to Astarion's.

"Kill him." She stated simply.

Astarion froze, but only for a moment. He lunged forward, driving a dagger into his throat.

The hunter convulsed. She released his arms and finished it with a sickening twist of his head. The crack of his neck snapped a final percussion.

"Ugh!" Shadowheart turned her back on the whole affair.

"At least it was quick." Karlach sighed.

Tav crouched to gather spilt blood in her fingers, bringing it to her nose.

"Garlic. Of course." She shook it off with quick flicks of her wrist. "Useless."

"Did you have to do all that?" Shadowheart huffed.

"He was dead as soon as he opened his mouth. I was just settling the affair." Tav rose to her full height again.

"Monster hunter not a problem then." Karlach raised an appreciative eyebrow at her.

"Oh, I'm a much better hunter." Tav turned from the dead. Starting to head down the hill again.

Astarion's eyes dug into her back.

She turned again.

He was staring hard at her, many emotions layered between his gaze. His eyes lidded, chest heaving.

"Let's go. It's getting late." Eyes soft under the bite of her command.

"Aye!" Karlach barked happily. Shadowheart grumbling next to her.

Still, Astarion stood coiled in front of her. Hands tense at his sides. Flitting his gaze over her in near anger.

She drew forward and slipped her hand behind him. Pressing him forward by the small of his back.

"Come on, it's over." She spoke low, their party already striding ahead. "We're going."

He nodded, taking up the clip of her walk. Still flitting his gaze to her occasionally.

"In the future, you don't need my permission to kill someone threatening your life."

His eyes held on her again.

"I..." He took a shuddered breath. "Of course. I should've known that."

"Not a failing. Just a reminder." She remarked easily. "It's been a long time since most of us have been in a group. New rules."

He laughed, some tension released from his shoulders.

"New rules. Or the lack thereof."

Empty bowls stacked by the fire, Gale and Wyll's stories exhausted, the soft shuffle of feet separating.

Tav sat in the curve of a tree, high above.

She had said it was over, but she wasn't so sure. Keeping watch wasn't a burden. She had a hard time sleeping anyway.

A cold shape rose behind her.

She smiled, catching him by the waist. Pinning him down on the length of tree next to her.

"You know you shouldn't sneak up me."

Astarion smiled.

"But your spider climb is getting good." Appraising the length of tree he had scaled. She released him, pulling him up by a grip on his forearm. His own grip met hers.

"Gods, you're strong." He nearly accused.

"Are you complaining?"

"Always." He sighed, that twinkle of jest back in his eyes.

They sat side by side on the limb. Her legs tucked under her, his hanging free over the edge. Swaying with an unconscious rhythm.

"I wanted to thank you." He spoke softly.

"What for?"

He gave her an incendiary glare.

"Everything. Gods, like you haven't been..."

She leaned back against the trunk, sharpening her dagger mindlessly.

"Even now! You don't even... you're not phased at all. You've done so much for me."

She shrugged.

He huffed breath, drawing toward her.

"Don't just... ugh! You're infuriating."

"You want me to be different about it?"

"Yes!... No. I..." His head hung. "I don't know what I want."

She lifted his head with a gentle slide on his chin with the blunt of her dagger. Her eyes steady on him. The fortification of her gaze filled his chest.

"No. No, I know what I want."

She nodded. Leaning forward to press her forehead to his. Closing her eyes. He took a shaky breath, then leaned into her.

"You're stronger than you know. You have everything you need. I'm glad to have helped you learn to use it." She hushed.

She made to pull away, but his hand caught the curve of her neck.

He breathed slowly, his cold breath tickled her lips. Ever so gently, he slid his face along hers. His lips grazing her cheek, her jaw, her ear. An exploring touch. So soft, but firm in its demand on the back of her neck.

She held still for him. Understanding that this wasn't for her. Allowing him to feel. Her breath a deep reassuring pull.

He slid forward on knees, his other hand pressed to her waist. Drawing her up onto knees with him.

His lips finally met the curve of her neck. Breathing deep into the scent she knew lay there.

He had fed from everywhere but her neck. She hadn't been sure if he was ready. She wasn't sure now, either.

He nuzzled into her, rubbing his face into the soft of her throat. Asking. Pleading.

How could she deny him when he was seeking from her like a starving kitten.

"Is this what you want?" She breathed. Only raising her arms to brace on his hips.

He drew further forward at her touch. Hips angled into her hands.

"Please." He urged into her skin. "Please let me."

"Not here." She whispered.

He scooped under her thighs, and jumped.

They landed on the ground, but she barely felt it. He was already sliding through air with her braced on hips over the hinge of his shoulder. Moving through the world as the river cuts through the mountain.

She smiled against his back.

He was getting stronger and stranger by the day.

Few things had brought her more joy than to train him in all the powers he already held. Kept from him in vile and meager blood. Hers fueled his body, and oh, how strong it was. How strong he was in its nourishing.

Showing him he was not helpless as a spawn. Far from it.

They fazed into his tent, far on the edge of camp. He laid her out on his bedroll in a near crash.

"Well, the dismount needs work." She teased, smiling up at him. Balanced on elbows.

His eyes shook with need, barely hearing her.

She sucked a breath, seeing the depth of it. Rising back onto knees, quickly pulling her top off. The air heavy with his desire. Meeting him fully in it.

He pulled at her clothes as she shed them, like she couldn't move fast enough. Pulling his own shirt off in a whip over his head. Hands returning to her, grasping the back of her head and the soft of her hip. Fingers splaying with a shaken breath. Feeling. Feeling without the pretense of her pleasure.

His hands traveled along her at his own desire. Drawing her to him. Already finding the softest parts of her. Under her breast, the curve of her waist. Pulling her leggings down in yanks to get to the crest of her thighs.

All the while taking her by the seat of her skull, held up to him. Lips circling, trying to find the best place to bite down. Breathing jagged into her throat.

Lust rolled in her belly. Being handled like this... like she was a thing to be felt and drank, nothing more. Something soft to take from.

He found her then. Licking a line on her jumping pulse point. Drawing it to the surface.

She stifled her moan, determined to hold for him. This wasn't about her. The soak of her sex heavy on the air.

He took one more deep breath of her, then tightened his grip on her head. Rearing back and biting down. It hurt. A lot. But she liked that. Her eyes rolled up under lids. Going limp like a good girl.

He moaned into her, his hand took up the curve of her ass. Pressing her hard to the ridge of his pelvis. His desire ground into her, sending her head back. Mouthing a 'fuck' to steady herself. The gulp of his throat against her clavicle obscene.

He ground into her against the floor of his tent, the push of his hips more and more insistent with each roll of his hips. Forcing her down with his body. Tremoring with quiet desire under the demand of him. Her blood spilled in gasps between them.

She rose her hand and tentatively cradled the back of his head.

He fell into her, huffing breath. Something snapped inside him.

Hooking under her thighs, he yanked her fully onto her back. Catching the curve of her underclothes and ripping them down. Pulling on her waist, sliding her flush to him. Never leaving the latch on her throat. Growling into the mess of blood. Locked on his prey.

She kicked her underclothes off, falling open for him. Untangling the ties on his breeches.

He huffed, knocking her hands back. She laid them flat on the bedroll obediently.

He finally released with a gasp of breath, licking her closed. Rising up above her on knees, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Staring down with glowing eyes. Towering over her like the fearsome force he was. Cut from marble and smeared with her.

"You're so beautiful." She breathed.

He leaned down, bracing on forearms around her head. His terrifying eyes took up her vision.

"Take what you need. It's yours." She whispered to him.

He shuddered breath. Eyes flashing with need again. Pressing a hand flat to her sternum, holding her down. Head trailing to lick up the curve of her breast. Gathering her hard nipple into his lips to suck.

Her back curled up, the pleasure pulling a strangled whimper from her. The shake of her body only made him pull harder. His tongue cupped the sensitive bundle, slurping into the suck. Her pelvis ached and twisted fruitless against him.

He drug the curve of his knuckles along her skin, leading down, down, down. Dancing along the ridge of her hip, the crease of her thigh. Mouth switching sides to her soft, untouched breast, the same he had fed above so long ago. The renewed pleasure raw in her. Swollen in it, writhing weakly against him.

His two fingers glided along the cleft of her sex. The slick gathered there coated the inner curve of his fingers. Sliding back and forth in his own leisure. Simply enjoying the sensation of the velvet spilling for him.

It was torture. She never wanted it to stop. But it did.

Taking her by the hips, he flipped her onto her belly. Hiking her hips up high. Squeezing the fat of her ass in both hands. Kneading the flesh as he undid his trousers.

She watched over her shoulder but turned her eyes down when his gaze cut into her. This wasn't for her. She nodded at his silent command and rose her hands above her head. Locking her wrist in a hand, she braced down on her shoulders. Waiting for him.

She could feel his smile behind her. Sliding fingers up and down her sex again. Fully teasing her now. Curious to see her breaking point.

But she had been well trained for this. She would not break under her desire.

He coated his cock in her slick with languidly indulgent strokes. Spreading his hand down her lower back. Enjoying the subjugation of her body poised under him. Waiting his command.

The fact that he wasn't speaking felt so much more salacious. The purr of his voice was a weapon, and he didn't need it here. So he couldn't be bothered.

Taking the curve of her waist, he lined up behind her. The head of his cock trained at her soaked entrance. She nearly whimpered but held her tongue. Only her hands tightened above her. Her nipples grazing the blankets under her just added torment.

He pushed in so slowly, sighing out a breath behind her. Her cunt already clenching desperately around him and he was barely in. Her body screamed past her trained silence. And he laughed. Driving forward, so agonizing slow. Mean in his power.

The stretch was unbelievable, sending her eyes lost into her skull. Shuddering down into herself. All the lead up of his torment primed her to unravel right there. Her orgasm raw and tempting in her. But she would not break.

Then, he finally spoke. Voice not a purr or laced with honey. Nearly a threat.

"You're being so good. Let's see how far we can push that."

She bit into her lip. Cunt clenching hard.

"Oh, I bet I can break you."

He gathered her hair in his fist as he thrust, twisting it around his knuckles in a tight wind. Pulling her head back in an arch. His voice against her ear. Hot breath, hot with her blood, a wave against the sensitive hairs.

"You want me to go faster?"

She shuddered, his hips rolling into her. Strokes pulling pleasure from her in a tortuous slow rhythm.

"Deeper?"

He picked up speed despite his words. The tight pull of her cunt too much.

"Anything you want." She moaned.

"That's right." He growled, rising back again. Taking her hips in the strength of his grip. "Whatever I want."

He slammed into her, huffing out breath. His pace punishing in its drive. Uninterested in her pleasure, chasing only his down. A wolf crashing through thicket towards a rabbit.

She was lost. Eyes fully glazed over. Rocking forward in his thrusts. Limp in his wrath. Orgasm tight around her throat. Squeezing tighter and tighter by the second. Cutting off her airway in choked cries.

"Cum. Now."

She cried out, hands scrambling above her head. Not ready so soon. Writhing under him, her body tightened and released over and over. Pleasure so terrible it clawed inside her, ripping and ripping.

He thrust harder into her. The vice grip clenches of her walls demanding him to release. To fill her. But he didn't.

"Beg. Beg me to finish."

She didn't think he would. The overstimulation nearly unbearable, pushing higher and higher into another release. She hoped he wouldn't.

"Please. It's too much." She cried.

"Oh, is it?" He laughed. "I think you're lying."

"I want you to cum. I need it." She urged, body tightening again. Another orgasm poised on his word.

"Hm, you are being so good for me. Such a soft toy for me to fuck."

She buckled down into herself. Nearly cumming again.

"Did I say you could cum?" He growled.

"No, saer."

She had never been a truly willing participant in this kind of game before. It was making her delirious to respond to his demands like this.

"Beg."

"Please!"

"Again. Louder."

"Please cum Astarion!"

At the call of his name, he finally unraveled behind her.

He stifled his cry in his throat. Tremoring into the chopped thrusts he forced into her. Fingertips digging painful into her hips. Breathing in hard gasps that bordered on whimpers through the bite of his lip. Filling her to her brim, running river down the back of her thighs. Her own cum soaked along his.

And still he thrusted. His vampiric stamina a terribly powerful force.

"Are you going to cum again?" His voice almost sweet against her back.

She nodded. Eyes tightly clenched. Well beyond words.

"Good girl. You've been so sweet to me tonight."

His hand rose under her to press the pads of his fingers into her clit.

"Cum for me."

She buckled again. Curling her head in, body tensing up into a bow. His fingers pressing tight perfect circles, his cock sliding slow into the place that undid her. Orgasm pulling her apart. Breaking her down to her crude materials. Nearly blacking out while his lips grazed her shoulder in soft kisses.

It released her in a heap on the ground. Gasping out.

His fangs punctured her shoulder, supping slowly. Humming out his pleasure. Hand sliding under her chest to brace her along her sternum.

"You taste divine like this." He murmured. Licking up her sweat with the blood that trickled down her back. "So delicious. How are you so delicious?"

"I do have other qualities than a meal."

"Oh, I know. You're pretty terrifying. Especially like this."

He lifted under her waist and let her drop limp again.

"I should kill you."

"I don't think you can right now. But I encourage you to try." He laughed.

She twisted and caught him around the shoulders. Pulling him down to her chest. Cupping the back of his head to her.

"I could smother you."

"Oh, do go on."

She carded her fingers through his hair. Still damp with sweat. His body settled weight on her.

"I could snap your neck with my thighs."

"I'd love that. A dream of mine."

His hands slid under her, cupping her shoulder blades. Turning his head against her breast. His lashes tickled as they closed.

"I still have a stake nearby."

"Do you? What about holy water?"

His voice started to drift. Legs gently woven in hers. Body loosened into her.

"I'll drink some tomorrow."

"Oh, that'll burn."

His voice a hush. Falling away. Sleep sliding along him in waves.

"I'm proud of you." She whispered into the crown of his head, just as he fell to sleep. "I'm so proud of you, Astarion."

His breath the even tide of deep rest. Tears dripped so gentle onto her clavicle.

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