thiriann

[thiriann]

Howdy Darling

[thiriann]

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[thiriann]

Days of hedonistic debauchery- Ch. 2

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Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.3k

Pairing: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character

Warnings: Named Tav , Multiple Orgasms, Blood Drinking, Vampire Bites, Vampire Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Teasing, Falling In Love

Prompt:

"In public"

Note:

A collection of short stories depicting Thiriann and Astarion as they engage in the most hedonistic, tender, loving and consensual debauchery of their lives. A part of the 12 Days of Kinkmas 2024 BG3 Smut challenge created by ShandoraTheExplorer .

Summary:

Summary: “You've been on edge all day haven't you? Poor dear. I can give you what you need, but you have to ask for it. Do you want it?”

“I…”

She bit her lip, glancing around the camp, acutely aware of their exposed position. They were in the middle of camp, in plain sight while their companions slept around them, hushed snores coming from their tents accompanied the occasional flicker of firelight—it would be obvious to anyone who looked what they were getting up to.

Yet with him pressed so close to her, his hand buried between her legs rubbing lazy circles against her clit , she could barely think straight, feeling like she'd burst into flames from desire on the spot.

"I want you," she admitted unabashedly. "Gods, I want you."

As another eventful day drew to a close, Thiriann settled beside the roaring campfire, engrossed in a freshly plundered tome. To the casual observer, she might have seemed the picture of tranquility, but Astarion knew better. In the short weeks they'd spent together, he'd become adept at reading the subtle signs her body betrayed.

She'd been on edge all day, practically buzzing with excitement since he'd fed on her during the previous night. The memory of his last feeding lingered, the way she'd trembled beneath him, her breath catching in her throat with each deep, satisfying draught. 

Even now, her gaze was drawn to him, fixed on his form with quiet intensity. It was a familiar dance, a game he'd played countless times. Almost too easy; it always was. Yet, something about Thiriann was different. 

He should have been able to dismiss the persistent images of her in his mind, the unexpected spark of joy that came as he drank her blood for the first time and had lodged itself in his heart, stubbornly refusing to be extinguished. Nor could he ignore the connection he felt when he talked to her about his past, the genuine attentiveness and care in her eyes. 

His plan was working perfectly; he should have been happy about that. 

With him tightly glued to Thiriann's side, the others had already mostly left him alone about the whole vampire thing. Mostly. There were some occasional comments about their budding relationship but it seemed they weren’t enough to dissuade her from continuing to share his company… and his bed. Naturally, of course. He was very skilled in the art of pleasure, and he wasn’t holding back on the myriad of tricks he knew.

Some twisted part of him didn't mind it. Wanted to show her just how good he was, wanted her to know he's worth it.He tried telling himself it was because she was useful but even he couldn't believe that lie.

And another part could say he even found a certain enjoyment in it. It had felt different with her, in a strange way he couldn't exactly point out. 

He delighted in her reactions: the way she’d forget what she wanted to say when he dropped a flirtatious remark or how he could see her cheeks flush with blood at a simple wink. He had to admit it had been the most… fun than he'd had in a long time and it was getting to him.

He caught her gaze again; she looked puzzled. With some level of trepidation, he realized he'd been the one caught staring this time.

“What’s wrong? Are you hungry?” she asked, still watching him with uncertainty.

Astarion did his best to shift his expression into a predatory look, a slow smile curving his lips. “Ravenous,” he purred, his voice low and seductive.

As if on cue, her cheeks flushed, and he felt his own throat tighten. The air between them crackled with tension, a sudden stillness charged with electric anticipation.

“Alright,” she said, her voice a little shaky as she closed her book. “You can feed from me, if you want.”

"I was so hoping you’d say that, darling." he replied, moving swiftly to position himself behind her. 

There was always a certain eagerness he couldn't hide no matter how hard he tried. As if she'd rescind her offer if he took too long. 

She began to shift onto her back, but he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Now, now, there’s no need to disturb your rest. I’m more than content to drink you in like this.”

She gasped as his cold breath ghosted over her ear, raising gooseflesh all over her skin.

"Are you sure it's comfortable?" she asked calmly, though he could feel the tremor in her voice.

“Of course. Just… perfect.” He deliberately spoke the words against her flesh, his lips brushing her skin with each syllable.

She fought the urge to squirm as his touch on her nape sent sparks of arousal down her body all the way to her core.

A visible shiver ran over her form, and he heard the quickening pulse of her blood as it flowed with every heartbeat. Anticipation surged through him, the melodic sound more inviting than a harpy's song.

His lips traced the delicate curve of her neck, a gentle caress that masked the primal hunger within. The hunger that made him feel both so powerful and so vulnerable.

He bit quickly, he always did. Always eager.

The pain was sharp, piercing but there was no force behind it, no pressure on her skin to tear or on her muscles to give in. Within a moment it faded as if it never happened and the only thing that remained was him. His lips still pressed against her neck, she felt them clearly now, felt the subtle movements of his tongue, the satisfied rumble in his chest as he drank, as well as the way his grip tightened on her hips, holding her close. She hadn’t even realized when his hand had moved there.

The moment was intimate. Deeply so.

The connection between them as she offered him a part of herself, a part of her life was something she never expected or could have prepared for. This profound closeness, this shared vulnerability, always made her stomach flutter and breath quicken.

And as much as he tried to cover it with flirtatious remarks she could see the truth in his eyes, how much it meant to him. It wasn't just sustenance nor was it just about satiating a need. 

Desire pooled in her belly, hot and molten, making her head spin. Or maybe it was the blood loss that was responsible. Either way, she lay stock still, lust coursing through her, making her tremble.

She wanted more of him, inside her, around her, surrounding her until nothing else existed. In that moment, only he mattered; everything else faded away. The loneliness she carried everywhere she went, the horrors that they faced each day, the responsibility she felt towards everyone around her—she wanted to forget it all and simply feel him, just this, just them.

When he finally drew back, his lips stained crimson, the world rushed back, sobering her slightly.

Suddenly, he pulled her closer, bringing their bodies flush against each other.

She gasped at the hardness against her backside, twitching in the confines of his trousers.

“Astarion…” she whimpered. 

He traced her earlobe with a slow, deliberate lick, a subtle smirk playing on his lips. The sensation made her arch against him, seeking more friction against the one spot she wanted it most. 

"Do you want to go somewhere more private, darling? Somewhere we can indulge?” he murmured, rolling his hips sinfully against her. “ Or should I take you right here? In the middle of camp where anyone can see?" A faint whimper escaped her.

“I guess I have my answer,” he chuckled. His hand slid down her front, expertly unlacing her leather pants and pushing them past the delicious curves of her hips. His fingers slipped beneath her underwear and he reveled in the way she trembled in anticipation. Poor thing really was desperate for it.

At the first brush of his fingers against her clit, she hissed, biting her lip against the onslaught of stimulation. A sadistic impulse urged him to continue the teasing, to rub the sensitive nub again and again, wringing more pathetic whines out of her until she begged him to take her. 

He’d never felt this desire with a lover before. It was always going through the motions, waiting for it to be over, the constant threat hanging over him. But here, in the middle of camp, he felt a strange freedom to indulge in this game, just a little.

“Astarion, please,” she whispered.

Mercifully he relented, lowering his hand to part her folds. There was barely enough space between her legs, trapped as they were by her pants but his fingers were dexterous enough to easily find their way inside her. She was eager, slick dripping and coating her thighs. 

Her breath hitched as he started slowly pumping in and out of her.

“You're so wet, darling. I don't even need to lift a finger,” he murmured, hearing the quickening of her pulse in her neck,it's enticing call making his mouth water. “You've been on edge all day haven't you? Poor dear. I can give you what you need, but you have to ask for it. Do you want it?”

“I…”

She bit her lip, glancing around the camp, acutely aware of their exposed position. They were in the middle of camp, in plain sight while their companions slept around them, hushed snores coming from their tents accompanied the occasional flicker of firelight—it would be obvious to anyone who looked what they were getting up to. 

 Yet with him pressed so close to her, his hand buried between her legs rubbing lazy circles against her clit , she could barely think straight, feeling like she'd burst into flames from desire on the spot.

"I want you," she admitted unabashedly. "Gods, I want you."

He chuckled behind her, satisfaction rolling over him in waves as he began to circle his finger, applying just enough pressure to send waves of pleasure rippling through her. Thiriann arched her back, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Then you shall have me, darling,” he whispered, his tongue tracing her earlobe.

He withdrew his hand, and she heard the rustle of his trousers as he unfastened them. Then, she felt the head of his cock slide slowly, agonizingly slowly, against her. 

She keened at the sudden sensation before biting her lip trying to stifle her sounds. With her legs held tightly together by her leather trousers he felt so much bigger inside of her, stretching her walls and filling her completely.

He entered her fully, the force of their joining causing a rush of heat through her.

In this position his length could push right against the spot inside her that could drive her crazy. Unable to stop herself she moaned loudly as he finally bottomed out.

"Shh, darling. We wouldn't want to wake poor Karlach, would we?" he teased, but with some pride, she noticed he too sounded breathless.

Gods, Karlach was sleeping barely a few feet away from them. If she were to open her eyes, she'd see everything, there'd be no mistaking what activity they were indulging in.

A wave of arousal flushed over her traitorous body and she squeezed him, her walls gripping around him almost painfully.

Her hungry sex seemed to pull his cock deeper inside, and before he knew it, he had sheathed himself completely inside of her.

He let out a surprised whimper that flooded her body with heat. 

She chuckled softly. “Yes, we really should try to be quiet.”

He growled at her teasing and bit her ear in retaliation. Her reaction was instantaneous as she arched her back and pressed her ass even more firmly onto him.

“Please, Astarion,” she whispered.

“Please what, darling?”

“Please… move.”

“I don’t think so, darling. I think I’ll make you come just like this, without moving a muscle.”

“Astarion…” she whined in disappointment but he only chuckled at her misery.

“You can do it, darling. Go on, touch yourself,” he whispered, his breath ghosting over her ear. The suggestion was deliciously vulgar.

She could, with the way he was pressing inside her stretching her so fully it would take her no time at all even.

Burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, she lowered her trembling hand between her legs. Her fingers brushed her swollen clit, and she mewed at the contact. Slowly, she began to circle it, applying gentle pressure. She’d never touched herself in front of anyone before, and a flicker of shame mixed with the rising pleasure. 

Her body on the other hand was loving every second of it, ecstasy flooding her with every stroke as she felt herself squeezing around him tighter and tighter. Instinctively, her hips began to push back, impaling herself further on his cock, craving the friction. The closer she got to orgasm, the more desperate she became for him to move within her.

He grasped her hip, stilling her movement. “Ah-ah, no cheating, love.”

She whined again, the feel of his strong fingers gripping her skin causing a wave of anticipation to wash over her.

His cold breath against her neck sent shivers down her spine, heightening her sensitivity. She was so close, already fluttering around him. Every muscle tightened as she neared her peak. With a final sweep of her fingers, she moaned and toppled over the edge, squeezing him rhythmically as wave after wave of pleasure wracked her body.

He gasped against her neck, fighting the instinctive urge to thrust as her muscles clenched around him like a vise. But this little power play of his was way more delicious than he anticipated.

There was something rather fun about teasing her, pushing her buttons to see her squirm under his control. 

Finally, she relaxed against him, quiet gasps of exertion escaping her lips.

“Good girl” he purred in her ear and she blushed at the praise. Before she could reply, he withdrew almost completely, then thrust back in, filling her to the hilt. She gasped loudly, and he quickly covered her mouth with his hand.

“Come now, darling,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “You didn’t think we were finished, did you? You deserve a proper reward.”

Her inner muscles tightened around him, welcoming him deep. With a few slow, deliberate thrusts, he felt himself nearing his own release. 

He pulled back again, dragging his cock out until only the very tip of him inside, slick with the juices of her climax. He inhaled sharply, then pushed back in, his body flush against hers. 

“Fuck,” he hissed, gripping her sumptuous ass to adjust her position, reveling in the warm heat of her contracting walls.

A sudden rustle of fabric tore through the night, startling them both. They froze, watching as Gale emerged from his tent and headed toward the woods.

Lazily Astarion began to move his hips once again, establishing a steady pace.

“Astarion!” she whispered, a mix of protest and arousal in her voice.

“What? He left.”

“He is going to come back!”

“Do you want to stop, darling?” he asked, still fucking her leisurely. 

“No,” she breathed.

“Say it.”

“Please don’t stop, Astarion.”

“Good girl.”

In truth he didn't relish the idea of being caught like this. Intimacy in private was always preferred when he could. 

But the little deviant in his arms seemed to love the idea. Tightening up around him at every rustle or creak in the night. 

The danger of the moment seemed to heighten her sensitivity, amplifying every touch and sending ripples of sensation through her.

The wet sounds of their coupling echoed obscenely in the night. As Gale's footsteps got louder and louder Thiriann felt the rush of panic and arousal rise in her chest. Her heartbeat sped up enticing him with it's melody just as she started fluttering around him again. 

She tried to stifle her gasps, but they escaped her lips as she neared her peak once more. 

Her hand shot up desperately trying to muffle herself as she was sent careening to the edge.

With a final, exquisite touch, she cried out softly, her body shuddering.

The world narrowed to Astarion. His touch felt electric, every point of contact magnified.

She quaked through the aftershocks, each one less intense as she remembered how to breathe again.

“Thiriann?” Gale’s voice called out, breaking through her pleasured haze. “Hey, Gale…It’s me and… Astarion. He was… hungry,” she managed, fighting impossibly hard to keep her voice steady.

She could only pray his eyes make out what was happening between them in the dark.

“I see,” Gale replied. “Carry on, if you must. But I implore you to exercise a modicum of discretion in the future. Perhaps a more private location would be better suited for such activities.”

She had no idea how he could still be half asleep and carry out a lecture like that.

“Right. Sorry, Gale.”

Relief washed over her as Gale retreated into his tent, closing it firmly for good measure. She relaxed against Astarion’s chest, a blissful smile on her face and he felt his own lips tug upwards.

Brushing a sweaty stand of hair from her forehead he caressed her cheek and turned her face towards him.

“Did you enjoy that darling?”

“It was incredible.” she whispered, her smile widening. Something tightened in his chest at her happy expression and he leaned down taking her lips in his. She responded by gently pressing hers back, barely a kiss but it send a shiver through him. His ignored member twitched inside of her and she gasped into his mouth.

“You still haven’t…?” she murmured.

“Don't fret darling. It was plenty satisfying bringing you to ecstasy. It's all the fulfillment I need.”

“You can… continue, if you want. Until you finish,” she suggested shyly.

He hesitated before schooling his face into a more practiced, nonchalant expression. “I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable should this end up taking too long.”

“I don’t mind if it does,” she said softly. “Take your time. I want you to feel good.”

Those words struck him with unexpected force, cracking his carefully constructed facade. Two centuries, countless lovers, and not one had bothered saying those words to him before. A genuine desire for his pleasure, freely offered. It was disarming.

He nodded stiffly, looking away before resuming his movements. Focusing on her and her pleasure was the only thing he was used to, and he felt strangely adrift, unsure of how to proceed when the focus was meant to be on himself.

He wrapped both arms around her middle, pulling her tightly to his body, burying his face in the back of her neck.

She responded by gently holding his hands in hers as she began to move against him, her hips grinding against his, trying to help him along.

He chased his pleasure, the sounds of their lovemaking growing louder in the night. She was incredibly sensitive; each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her, so intense it bordered on pain, yet the feeling of him growing thicker inside her, his moans vibrating against her neck, was pure unadulterated bliss.

Her quiet moans filled the air as his pace quickened. He was so close, so very close but that precipice was so hard to reach sometimes. 

He rutted into her with a raw, almost wild abandon, his desperation becaming evident.

With an aborted, surprised gasp, he went hurtling over the ledge he’d been tiptoeing on since they began. He grunted and surged forward, burying himself fully within her as his seed spilled into her, finally releasing the tension that had been building within him.

White spots danced in his vision as he began to descend from the peak. Distantly he noticed her fingers were tracing idle circles on his arms as he slowly came down.

“Fangs?” Karlach’s voice, thick with sleep, cut through the night, making them separate instantly. “Bring me one of them boars you catch, okay? I’m starving…” she mumbled before rolling to her side and letting out a sleepy snore.

Astarion looked at her in disbelief and a touch of affront before he heard Thiriann snickering.

“I guess you’re on food duty tonight.”

He tucked himself back into his pants, shaking his head slightly at the absurdity of it all. 

Gods, they’d fucked in the middle of camp like a pair of green youths. Even he had to admit he’d gotten a little carried away in his desire to tease her.

 “Thank you, Astarion. I needed that,” she said, kissing his cheek.

It was a peck, barely a kiss really, a simple thank you. Yet it was sweet, almost as sweet as her blood. He had no idea what to do with it so he resorted to his practiced charm.

“You know where to find me if you find yourself in need of assistance in the future again, darling,” he said with a practiced, flirtatious smirk. “My tent is always open.”

And with that, he hurriedly walked into the woods.

[thiriann]

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"I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone"

Last post for the year! Happy New Year!

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What are your Headcanons after the events in Baldurs Gate3 ?

Thank you so much @oonalovesastarionssimpleplan for tagging me 💜

1. Who is your romance?

Astarion. From the start it was always just him.

2. Where do you live?

On the road. I think from the moment him and Thiriann leave Baldur's Gate they just don't stop. A couple of weeks in Amn, a month or two in Neverwinter, maybe a little longer in Candlekeep because good luck getting a wizard away from that library. They just go all over.

3. Who always cleans up and decides on the furnishings?

I am somewhat ashamed to say I picture them both being on the messy side. Astarion mostly decides the appearance of their possessions- pillows, tent,blankets while Thiriann deals with the practical things they'll need.

4. Which companions do you have the most contact with?

Gale and my dearest co-op Tav who is in Avernus. Thiriann would pester Gale by sending him tomes from cities all over hoping one would contain something that can help Astarion walk in the sun.

5. Has a companion died or are you at odds?

No one died. I think it's actually Gale that Thiriann had a strained relationship with but became very close friends by the end.

6. Where is Scratch?

While I would like for him to be with Shadowheart, it seems he found a home with lovely people and kids to play with. I just hope if he ever finds himself alone again he'll know her door is always open.

7. What is your next adventure?

Thiriann and Astarion will look for a way for him to walk in the sun again. I'm actually writing a fic about it and hope to post it in the new year.

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[thiriann]

Days of hedonistic debauchery- Ch. 1

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Rating: Explicit

Words: 1.9k

Pairing: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character

Warnings: Named Tav , Near Death Experiences, Riding, Vaginal Sex, Protective Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Established Relationship

Prompt:

"fuck, we survived"-sex

Note:

A collection of short stories depicting Thiriann and Astarion as they engage in the most hedonistic, tender, loving and consensual debauchery of their lives. A part of the 12 Days of Kinkmas 2024 BG3 Smut challenge created by ShandoraTheExplorer .

Summary:

With a single, effortless motion, he swept her into his lap. Thiriann responded with equal fervor, bracing one hand against the metal wall by his head and tangling the other in his hair. She kissed him everywhere she could reach – his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his chin. Butterfly kisses that quickly escalated into a desperate hunger as he captured her mouth again, his tongue plunging inside. He tasted more blood there, and the horror of it, combined with his desire, drove him to pull her closer. He felt her heart pounding against his chest, a wild rhythm that he imagined his own would have if it still beat.

Just as he moved to claim her neck, a cough broke the spell. Wyll, looking distinctly uncomfortable, cleared his throat.

Astarion scrambled up the ladder, his boots clattering against the metal as the vile screeches of the sea monsters echoed behind him. He'd made it. Somehow, he'd made it. The warm light of the submarine felt like a sanctuary, and he drew in a ragged breath of relief. The vessel was packed – rows and rows of prisoners, gnomes, humans, his companions. All except one. Panic surged through him as he frantically scanned the faces, but Thiriann was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is she?” he demanded, turning to Wyll, his voice tight with worry.

“She hasn't returned yet. We thought she was with you.”

“We can’t stay any longer!” the captain interjected, his voice rising in alarm. “The prison’s about to blow, and we along with it!”

"We can't just leave her here!" Astarion hissed. "I’m going back. Do not go anywhere!"

He leaped down the hatch, ignoring the ladder. The impact jarred through him, his knee taking the brunt of the landing. A sharp sting shot up his leg, but he pushed through it. Water already swirled around his knees, the prison flooding rapidly. His eyes darted around, searching for any sign of her. Then, he saw it – a flash of bright blue light followed by Thiriann's angry swearing. He raced towards the source, finding her surrounded by a wall of ice, several dead Sahuagin hunters bobbing nearby.

“Darling, we need to go, now!” he shouted, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards him.

“Astarion, wait! My leg is caught in a net!”

“Damn it!” He unsheathed his dagger and knelt beside her, cutting the ropes swift as an arrow. An explosion rocked the prison from above, muffled by the roar of the sirens.

"Hells!" he swore as the water around him splashed. He glanced back to see another sea monster crumpling under the impact of Thiriann's ice magic. Removing the last of the net he stood up grabbing her by the arm again.

“Can you walk?” he urged.

She took a tentative step, wincing. “I don’t think so. Wait.” She began to cast a spell. “Hold onto me.”

He pressed her close, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist. A blinding flash of light erupted, and the world seemed to tear apart, revealing a swirling vortex of pure energy. Thiriann pushed them both through, and Astarion braced himself for the impact. But there was none. When he opened his eyes, they were back in the submarine, and Thiriann was shouting orders at the captain to step on it.The vessel lurched forward, throwing both of them against the back wall. They tumbled to the floor, their limbs still entangled. Finally, they looked at each other. Both were sweating, panting, Astarion's hair a complete mess, and Thiriann's top was covered in a slime she refused to identify.

She let out a shaky laugh, the absurdity of the situation finally hitting her. “I can't believe…” she began, but her words were cut off by a pair of strong hands cupping her face, pulling her into a searing kiss.

She tasted of salt and blood, not all of it hers.It only fueled the fire within him. His lips moved against hers fiercely, devouring her surprised gasps. His heart was still caught in his throat, adrenaline surging through him. The fear, the elation, the sheer madness of it all – it was intoxicating. The urge to possess her was overwhelming. With a single, effortless motion, he swept her into his lap. Thiriann responded with equal fervor, bracing one hand against the metal wall by his head and tangling the other in his hair. She kissed him everywhere she could reach – his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his chin. Butterfly kisses that quickly escalated into a desperate hunger as he captured her mouth again, his tongue plunging inside. He tasted more blood there, and the horror of it, combined with his desire, drove him to pull her closer. He felt her heart pounding against his chest, a wild rhythm that he imagined his own would have if it still beat.

Just as he moved to claim her neck, a cough broke the spell. Wyll, looking distinctly uncomfortable, cleared his throat. The thick fog of desire dissipated, sobering them both a fraction and leaving a sharp sense of self-awareness. They turned to look at him, and Astarion growled in annoyance. The low rumble sent a shiver down Thiriann's spine, flooding her with heat. She yearned to kiss him again, to press herself shamelessly against the undeniable hardness beneath her until they were both breathless. But one look at the people around them, all pointedly looking away, discouraged her from any such notions.

"Sorry, Wyll," she mumbled, reluctantly sliding off Astarion’s lap and sitting beside him.

A part of her felt like they were youths chastised by their professor and couldn't help but smile at the image.

Astarion let her go, though the loss of her warmth left a gaping void within him. A restless energy still thrummed beneath his skin, drawing him back to her like a powerful magnet. The rest of the submarine ride was mercifully short, and with the last prisoner gone, he pulled her back into his lap, needing to feel her close again.

“Astarion, what-”she began, but her words were once again lost beneath his hungry kiss.

He held her close, his arms a tight embrace.

"I want to feel you," he murmured against her mouth. "All of you."

Heat bloomed in her belly at his words, and she responded immediately, just as hungry for him, tongue licking into his mouth and meeting his in a heated dance.

She broke away to glance at the now firmly closed latch. Astarion took the opportunity, his lips tracing the delicate curve of her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there. A shiver ran through her, and she arched slightly into him.

"We'll have to be quick," she moaned, her voice a breathy surrender.

"That is regrettably guaranteed, my dear," he chuckled, the sound low and predatory, knowing it wouldn’t take long for either of them. His hands moved over her, urgent and searching, driven by a whirlwind of desire. Astarion kissed her with a hunger Thiriann had rarely seen. It was as if her taste, her scent, were his only lifeline, and he was desperate to consume every breath she took. She let him, yielding the intensity of his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair. His hands slid up her thighs, cupping her full ass in his palms, kneading the soft flesh. He pushed her skirt higher, revealing the smooth, silky skin beneath.

Astarion’s mind went blank as Thiriann rolled her hips against his member through his slacks. Her heat radiated through him, inviting and tempting and he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking against the pressure, a needy groan escaping his throat. She did it again and again bringing more of the delicious friction that verged on painful as his pants tightened around him even further.

Impatiently he pushed her underwear aside, fingers teasing her entrance, dipping just slightly inside. He felt her tremble beneath his touch, her breath quickening. At the same time, she unlaced his pants and freed him, his erection springing free. She lifted herself above him, teasingly gliding his cock along her wetness making him groan, his patience wearing thin with each agonizing second. He'd intended to at least try to be gentle but she had other plans. With one swift movement she sank down, taking him fully.

“Hells!” he hissed, biting his lip hard to stifle the groan that threatened to tear from him. A raw, guttural sob escaped his chest, a sound of pure, unbridled pleasure.

Thiriann pulled him closer, into another all-consuming kiss, a welcome distraction as her muscles slowly relaxed around him. Her thighs tightened around his hips, wordlessly urging him to move, and so he did, with vigor. Putting one hand behind for leverage he began thrusting up into her, his movements a forceful, rhythmic pounding.

She bounced on his lap, establishing a fast, steady rhythm. Astarion gripped her tightly with the hand still on her ass, his fingers digging into her skin as he lost himself in the sensation. The metal floor scraped against Thiriann’s knees, but she didn't care, not when he was staring up at her in wonder, cheeks flushed with whatever blood he'd managed to , and mouth parted, a sheen of her saliva glistening along his lower lip.

The vessel swayed violently with their movements, water crashing against its hull. It was undoubtedly obvious what they were doing, but he couldn’t care less. At that moment, there was nothing but them.

The world had narrowed down to the taste of her mouth, the feel of her body against his and the raw, primal pleasure that consumed him. He thrust harder, angling his hips with a desperate need to find that spot within her, to carry them both to the precipice. Thiriann’s back arched, a low moan rumbling from her throat as he found it, his movements becoming precise and driven. Tremors ran through her, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tightened impossibly around him, nearing her own bliss. Astarion gripped her waist, urging her to meet his thrusts as they chased their peak.

It was embarrassingly quick. Astarion’s hips faltered, his orgasm taking them both by surprise. A strangled, pleasure-filled cry escaped him, awakening something primal inside her. She rode him into oblivion, her heat trying to draw every last sensation from him as his body quaked and shuddered beneath her. Waves of pleasure crashed over him in relentless succession, each one more intense than the last. He cried out again, his voice hoarse, his fingers digging into her back as if trying to anchor himself to her amidst the storm. She felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter within her belly, a spring wound to its breaking point.

With a final, deep thrust, she felt the world tilt, her own climax erupting in a cascade of pure sensation. Every nerve ending in her body sang as a torrent of ecstasy pulsed through her, leaving her breathless and clinging to him. Finally, the fog cleared, and a wave of exhaustion washed over him. He slumped against her, his skin clammy and slick with sweat and seawater. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in the scent of her skin, still warm and flushed. A moment of quiet passed, broken only by their ragged breaths and the gentle rocking of the submarine. He lifted his head, meeting her gaze. Her eyes were soft, a gentle smile playing on her lips. She brushed a stray strand of hair from his face, her fingers lingering on his cheek.

“Are you alright?” he murmured, his voice rough.

Thiriann nodded, her smile widening. “More than alright,” she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “Me too,” he admitted, a rare sincerity in his voice. He felt a profound sense of contentment, a quiet joy that settled deep within him.

She stood up eventually, and he noticed a stray droplet of blood drip down her knee. His eyes softened as he leaned to her, tracing it with his tongue before kissing over the scrape. The tenderness of the gesture made her chest squeeze, emotion swelling within. She helped him stand up on his shaky legs. His muscles trembled, the ache in his bones threatening to pull him back down. She laced their arms together, both leaning on each other for support. "Come on." She said kissing his cheek "Let's get back to camp."

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First Camp finished! Comm for @thiriann 🩷

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Santastarion is making a list and checking it twice ( but let's be honest we've all been naughty 😉 )

🎄CHRISTMAS RAFFLE!🎄

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Astarion and Mauria

While technically a scene from Ch9 of Star Crossed, this is who they will always be in my heart. No matter what other directions I might take them in. 💕

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58778209

Art by @thiriann

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Naturally, Thiriann and Astarion will saunter in, fashionably late.

I made this for the BG3 Winter Gala. It is a charity event that I'm terribly late for as I found out about it really late. You can find more about it on Bluesky and X

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"You look good helpless"

I've joined a 12 Days of Kinkmas event!

You can check out my entries for it on Bluesky or on X

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Ink - Chapter 2 out of 5

You can also find me on AO3

Link to Chapter 1

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.1k

Pairing: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character

Warnings: Named Tav , Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Canon Divergence,Eventual Smut,Lawyer Astarion ,Astarion Being Astarion, Flirting, Getting to Know Each Other, Smut in later Chapters

A prequel to my Eggplant Emoji adult mini comic

Summary:

As she stands to lead him downstairs, a sudden hiss from Astarion startles her.

"Oh, shit," he mutters, scrambling to gather his papers.

“What-?” Thiriann starts but Astarion is already a flurry of motion rushing towards her office break room.

“I'm just going to borrow your kitchen darling. If he asks about me- tell him nothing!”

Before she can question him, an unknown man walks in the office looking around with a searching gaze clearly unfamiliar with the surroundings. He seems significantly older than her, with a darker complexion and a somewhat worn brown suit.

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Thiriann walks briskly through the park, hands in her pockets, hugging her purse tightly by her side. The sun has long since set, and thick darkness has enveloped the city. She curses herself internally for being late as the autumn air and fear chill her to the bone.

The park is quiet, save for the clicking of her heels on the paved road, yet she can't shake the feeling that someone is watching her. She looks around, her darkvision making it easy to make out the shapes of benches and trees, but there is nothing else. Regardless, she hurries up, practically sprinting until she finally spots her office building, its bright light glowing like a beacon in the night.

A feeling of safety engulfs her as she walks into the familiar space and heads to hang up her coat.

"Ah, hello." An awkward greeting comes from behind her, making her almost jump out of her skin.

She whips her head to see Gale, one of the daytime workers.

"S-sorry," he stammers. "It was not my intention to frighten you."

"That's quite alright," she answers, even if her voice is rather shaky.

Gale often stays behind after his shift to chat, mostly about books. He is a friendly sort, if not slightly condescending at times.

"I noticed you left a thriller novel on your desk. Is that a genre you particularly enjoy?"

"Uh, yeah, I suppose. It’s a new release, and I like reading during my break sometimes." But it will definitely not be read tonight, not with her still spooked from earlier.

"I once read a book that explained in some detail the effect a brush with danger has on one’s desire for other forms of stimulation. Have you ever read anything on that subject?"

Gale’s voice slowly fades in the background as Thiriann notices Mr. Ancunin stroll into the office. Her breath catches in her throat at the casual beauty he is exhuming.

"Uh-huh." She nods, unable to take her eyes off the gorgeous elf even for a moment. "Good evening, Astarion," she says politely as he approaches them.

"It is now that I can see you, my dear." He greets her as flirtatiously as ever, a smooth smile on his face. “And who might this be?”

"Astarion, this is Gale. He works in our printing department. Gale, this is Astarion Ancunin," she introduces them quickly before motioning to her desk. "Please have a seat. Thank you for stopping by, Gale."

"Right. Of course." Gale answers with a stiff tone, irritation underlying his voice. "It was nice making your acquaintance." He nods in Astarion's direction.

"The pleasure was all mine," Astarion responds in a low tone, eyeing him up and down.

Thiriann blinks, a little taken aback. Then she rolls her eyes. Of course he'd flirt with anything that moved. With those captivating eyes and his rakish charm, he’s undoubtedly a serial heartbreaker.

"I do so hope I didn't interrupt anything," Astarion speaks up suddenly with a poorly attempted innocent tone.

"No, of course not," she says quickly, perhaps too quickly. "Gale’s just a coworker."

"Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. He looked positively crestfallen to have his sad flirting attempts interrupted."

"Flirting? No, that wasn’t…"

But she stops herself. Is it? Their interactions typically revolve around book recommendations and their time in the academia of magic. He offered once to refresh their spell-casting skills together for old times' sake, but she never took him up on it. Perhaps her ability to read social cues has grown a bit rusty.

She coughs awkwardly before trying to change the subject.

"What can I help you with today?"

“Just these, if you could be so kind.” He says with practiced nonchalance as he hands her another two pages of handwritten orders.

She sighs, a chuckle escaping her lips. Of course he'd be incorrigible. "Well then. Shall we?" she asks, gesturing for him to follow her downstairs.

As the elevator door closes, she glances awkwardly to the side, unsure of what to say. He shifts his weight, leaning on one hip, and the casual motion instantly captures her attention.

Suddenly, the tiny elevator jolts to a stop, the lights turn off and the soothing music fades into an eerie silence.

“Shit.” She mutters, pressing the emergency button. "I'm so sorry about this, Astarion. We sometimes have power outages at night. It might take a while to come back on.”

To her surprise, his expression of mild annoyance transforms into amusement as he meets her gaze.

In the almost complete darkness they're in, her face is illuminated by the striking blue glow of her eyes in what would be a terrifying picture were it not for the rather adorable pout on her lips.

The contrast between the demonic and the endearing is too great and he lets out a chuckle before he can help himself.

“What?” She asks puzzled.

"Forgive me, darling," he replies, his voice low and smooth. "I was merely captivated by the brilliance of your eyes, so radiant and ethereal that they can outshine all the moonstones of Evereska.”

She stares, stunned for a moment, before an inelegant snort escapes her. "Was that one of your original creations, or did you steal it from one of our magazines?”

She giggles, watching his expression turn dumbfounded. "I assure you, my lines are all original, darling," he huffs, a touch of pride in his voice. "Most of them, at least.”

"And do they actually, you know, work?" she questions, raising an eyebrow.

“They haven't failed me yet.”

She still looks way too unconvinced for his liking.

"Why don't I show you just how well they work?" he suggests, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"And how would you do that?" she asks, intrigued.

"Let's pretend we're out for a drink, a rich red perhaps," he begins.

“I prefer coffee actually.”

He huffs and makes a disgusted face but continues, "Coffee then. We're seated across from each other, but just close enough for no one else to hear us. Now you're all mine and I'm all yours. Until the end of our date at least.”

She swallows but tries not to let it show that his words are already affecting her.

Astarion leans in, leaving just the bare amount of space between them to pass as decent and the subtle scent of bergamot and brandy fills her senses along with something entirely unfamiliar.

“Even the songs of the Harpies pale in comparison to the sweet sound of my name, spoken by your lips.”

She has to admit, even with that cheesy line, his voice sends a shiver up her spine.

"Is that the best you can do?" she challenges, trying to mask her growing anticipation.

“Ah, you need a bit of enticing. Let me see…”he replies, undeterred. “How about this one: Every part of your perfect body whispers temptation as if the gods themselves made you to ruin me.”

Thiriann clears her throat, her voice slightly husky. "You're sweet, and a little sillier than I thought."

“I could go all night with the flattery but is that all you want?” he asks, bending just enough to show her the beautiful lines of his clavicle.

“How about if I said these little words…Everyone's favorite…” he whispers, his breath fanning her ear “I want you.”

Her breath hitches, her heart thrumming so hard she wonders if he can hear it.

He pulls back just a fraction to study her reaction, and she chances a glance at his face. A look of pure hunger greets her, eyes shining with an intensity that leaves her breathless, and for a moment she feels desperate to give in to it.

"Hello?" a voice crackles over the intercom. "Is anyone there? This is Gale from the Waterdeep department.”

Thiriann practically jumps, rushing to the elevator controls. "Gale? Oh, thank goodness you haven't left yet. We're stuck. Could you turn on the emergency power?"

“Yes, of course, right away.”

The lights flicker back on, and Thiriann turns to Astarion awkwardly. He stands confidently, a self-satisfied smirk curving his lips.

"Oh, don't look so smug. I'm still convinced I read at least two of those in our last issue of Cosmopolitan," she teases.

"Darling, I would never," he feigns offense, placing a hand over his heart.

Thiriann searches the warehouse, her voice echoing through the empty space. "Did you say 'His Holy Blood, Volume 3'?"

"Volume 2, dear, but you might as well grab the third," Astarion replies, his voice oddly distant.

 Looking around she notices he's begun to wander around, picking through different items, inspecting each one before tossing them carelessly to the side. She probably should tell him not to touch but something is telling her it won't do much to stop him.

Instead, her attention is drawn to his hands. His fingers are long and slender, moving with an unfair grace, expertly toying with each item, rolling and spinning it so fast she can barely track it, can’t even make sense of how he's doing it. She should be annoyed but instead feels mesmerized by the motions.

"Like what you see, darling?" he asks, a smug confident smile on his lips and a predatory look in his eyes.

Flustered, she stammers, "I'm just... glad you're interested in our products."

"Oh, I'm very interested," he purrs. "Positively tempted, in fact."

Gods, the flirting. It is so over-the-top and inappropriate, yet she feels her traitorous body flush with heat.

Pushing down the embarrassment, she brings the things over and notices he's actually added a few items to the cart himself. Mostly books, a couple of bedazzled pens, and one of their fancier paper cutters.

A particular title catches her eye: "The Bhaal Cult Resurgence" by Devella Fountainhead.

"This just came in last week," she says. "Expected to be a big hit."

"Hmm, yes. Devella is quite the master of the macabre."

"You like crime fiction? Doesn't it get... old, considering your line of work?" she asks, curious.

"Nonsense. A good murder is always entertaining."

"What does a 'good murder' even mean?" she blurts out before she can stop herself.

He doesn’t seem fazed by her tone and instead continues cheerfully, a playful glint appearing in his eyes. "There are some lovely ways to go. Knives, poison, strangulation—whatever you'd prefer."

"I'd prefer not to die," she retorts, a touch of humor in her voice.

"Well, now you're just being close-minded. Come on, humour me. If you had to choose…”

It isn't lost on her that this is a rather strange topic to be discussing alone in a warehouse with a man she barely knows. The casual way he talks about murder combined with his dangerous smile is making her slightly uneasy. But perhaps that is his goal in the first place.

She straightens up anyway and thinks about the answer, refusing to fall victim to his intimidation.

“Poison, then. It should be painless at least.” she concludes confidently.

“A fine choice! If a little bland. Although there are some very innovative poisons these days, I can think of some made from nightshades that are deliciously fatal. If they're mixed well, you'll close your eyes and drift away just like falling asleep. And if they're not…” he trails off for a second before adding cheerfully “well, you’d most likely die horribly.”

“Right.” She says, eyeing him before shuddering. "How about you? “How would you like to go?"

For a second she asks herself why she’s even trying to keep this conversation flowing. When he opens his mouth she remembers instantly - his voice is breathtaking.

“I don't think poison is for me. Nor stabbing, come to think of it.” something melancholic flashes across his face so fast she thinks she's imagined it before he continues “I've always felt decapitation was a fine choice. One good swing and then - nothing.”

The eerie conversation continues as they walk back, a strange blend of dark humor and macabre fascination. Thiriann can’t help but be drawn to his morbid curiosity, a dangerous allure that she can't quite resist.

As Thiriann hastily packs her belongings, eager to return home after a productive day,��  Shadowheart approaches her with an expression that's a mix of curiosity and concern.

 "What did you talk about? “ She asks nosily, crossing her arms over her chest, "You and the pale fellow?" 

"He was just ordering office supplies," Thiriann replies, mentally adding, "A ton of them."

"I'd be careful around him if I were you," Shadowheart starts with an unusually snarky tone.

"Why?" Thiriann inquires, perplexed.

"There are always rumors about him.” Shadowheart continues, voice laced with disdain “That he manipulates and sleeps with people to get an advantage in his cases, that he seduces opposition lawyers for an easy win, some say he's a vampire and threatens them if all else fails."

"You do realize how ridiculous that sounds, don't you?" Thiriann retorts.

"I'm just trying to warn you," Shadowheart insists, getting increasingly irritated. "He's bad news, and I don't want things to get messy."

"It's fine, Jen. I can handle him. He's just a client," Thiriann tries to assure her but the half-elf walks away anyway, visibly upset.

Watching Shadowheart retreat, Thiriann sighs. She knows her friend means well and is always skeptical of new people, but she can't help but feel a little annoyed.

Astarion returns to the office a couple of days later, his order list significantly shorter than usual. It's still handwritten, but to Thiriann's surprise, she finds herself oddly pleased at the prospect of spending more time with him.

As she stands to lead him downstairs, a sudden hiss from Astarion startles her.

"Oh, shit," he mutters, scrambling to gather his papers.

“What-?” Thiriann starts but Astarion is already a flurry of motion rushing towards her office break room.

“I'm just going to borrow your kitchen darling. If he asks about me- tell him nothing!”

Before she can question him, an unknown man walks in the office looking around with a searching gaze clearly unfamiliar with the surroundings. He seems significantly older than her, with a darker complexion and a somewhat worn brown suit.

"Can I help you?" Thiriann asks, startling him as he hadn't noticed her yet.

"Ah, yes, pardon my intrusion miss." The man smiles in a gentle manner that makes her strangely at ease.

He approaches her desk, his eyes still darting around the room and Thiriann notices the strong, almost unpleasant scent of his cologne. She subtly distances herself, her nose wrinkling slightly.

"I'm looking for Astarion Ancunin," he says, his voice smooth and calm. "I understand he's a frequent customer here."

His bold and unexpected question in comparison to his disarming appearance catches her off guard.

"We can't disclose our clients' personal information sir." she says sternly despite the cold chill that runs down her spine.

He smirks. "Ah, so it's true he frequents here."

Thiriann clenches her fists, his unnerving tone setting her teeth on edge.

“I think I don’t need to tell you how inappropriate this is. If you’re not interested in purchasing office supplies, I think it’s best if you leave.” she snaps.

The man's expression turns serious.  "Right, right, of course. But let me assure you I wouldn't bother you with this if it wasn't an absolutely urgent matter. “

"I really can't help you," she says, unrelenting.

"I see. Well, if you do happen to meet him, please give me a call. It's for his own good."

He gives her a little card that has a company name she doesn't recognize and little else except a phone number. Mercifully, he leaves, and she lets out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding.

"Please tell me you don't have a tax collector on your tail," she groans as Astarion comes out of his hiding spot in their kitchenette.

He chuckles nervously. "No, nothing like that...Well, sort of."

"Astarion!" she exclaims indignantly.

"It's nothing terrible, I promise. That man is a Gur. They used to be an ancient tribe of vagrant cutthroats and monster hunters. Nowadays they're more of a law enforcement of sorts and...uhm...accounting..."

He mutters the last part under his nose, clearly hoping she hadn't heard, but much to his disappointment, she's picked up every word.

“Accounting? Was that man your accountant? Are you actually hiding taxes?”

"What? No! I may have promised him to deal with a certain affair and haven't gotten around to it yet," he tries to explain. "We have a rather long and sordid history. They sort of helped me take down someone a long time ago, and after that... well, it's a long story for another time, but the important part is he won't bother us anymore now that you've taken care of that."

"Astarion." She sighs, but he cuts her off before she can launch into a lecture.

"I'll get to it, eventually. Anyway, thanks to you, he's off on his merry way and I can keep coming here undisturbed. Thank you, darling."

She sighs again. It's no surprise this man is always stirring up trouble.

"I'll cover for you if he comes again, but please don't bring your business to my office. I don't want to lose my job because of some disgruntled thug or mistress," she relents.

"Darling! What sort of lawyer do you take me for? I only consort with the highest caliber of people."

 When her unimpressed expression persists, he deflates a little.

"Right. Of course. Why don’t I make it up to you? With a real coffee, perhaps?"

She freezes, the sudden intimacy of the moment catching her off guard. He senses her hesitation, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features. She wants to say yes but Shadowheart's words echo in her mind, warning her to be cautious.

"I'm not sure," comes out in the end.

"Of course, only if you want to," he says flippantly before leaning slightly over her desk. "But trust me, you do want to."

She bites her lip, capturing his attention before she speaks up finally "All right. It's a date."

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A silly render inspired by a post on reddit.

Probably my last SFW until the end of Dec because I'm joining a 12 days of Kinkmas event yeyy 😁

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