thiriann

[thiriann]

"The Darkest Place" - Oneshot

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A smutty oneshot

Rating: Explicit

Words: 7k

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

Warnings: 18+, Vampire Spawn Astarion  × Tiefling Tav ,Traumatized Astarion (Baldur's Gate) ,Getting to Know Each Other ,Falling In Love, Injury, Caring Astarion, Vampire Bites, Blood Drinking, Vaginal Fingering,PIV sex ,one shot

Summary:

After a grievous wound Astarion does his best to take care of Thiriann while trying to figure out just when his simple plan fell apart completely.

It took one hit to take her down. A single strike from those shadowed claws sent her to her knees, writhing in agony. Astarion screamed at her to get up, even though he knew there was no way she could.  As he tried to run to her a wraith pulled him by the arm, its cold touch chilling him. Another sprung up next to it with a sickening sound effectively surrounding him. Somehow, he managed to recall Thiriann had given him a flask of holy water. He'd thought it a joke at first, something to throw at Cazador, as if it would help.  It decimated the horrors as it shattered.

By the time he reached her, shadow tendrils were already trying to bleed into her skin, her glowing blue eyes blackened entirely by the curse. Shadowheart was at her side before him, her eyes wide with alarm.

"I can't do anything about this out here. We must get her to camp—fast!"

He knelt to cradle her in his arms, holding her close to his chest. She felt cold to the touch, even to him, even through his gloves and fear clutched at his gut like a vice.

He hadn't even noticed how much she was bleeding until he stood up and her blood gushed down and onto his legs.

The return to camp was mostly a blur as they sprinted through the gnarly terrain.  

Upon their arrival, the group sprang into action, laying her on a bedroll beside the fire and Astarion was practically shoved away by the healers, his protest dying on his lips as he caught sight of her pallid face. She looked dead. Or somehow even worse than dead—her cheeks hollow, eyes sunken, her color drained from blue to an ashen white, with blackened blood smelling like rot trickling from her lips. The scent of decay was overpowering.

Gale began chanting in a loud thundering voice, magic crackling through the air like static. Abruptly, the air cleared, as if a cloud had been lifted. The curse was largely purged from her body, yet her appearance remained unchanged. Halsin, meanwhile, was a blur of motion, concocting a myriad of remedies at her head.

"I need to apply this on the wounds. Remove her garments." He instructed.

Astarion finally looked away from her face. Three long gashes ran over her stomach all the way down to her hips. With swift resolve, he spurred into action taking his dagger and splitting her top and bottoms in one swift motion. The fastest and worst way he'd ever undressed someone.

Halsin began applying the salve he'd made around the edges of the cuts and with a relief Astarion noticed the bleeding turn from a flowing stream to a trickle, though the stench of rot remained, lingering in the air.

"We need to apply this again in two hours and maybe attempt to give her a healing potion then as well. " Halsin stated as he prepared more of the medicine.

The group's panic finally started to ease. Astarion surveyed her form once more, finding it as gaunt and drained as her face. It made him feel ill. His eyes landed on the only part of her that still had some color. Two pink dots on her breast right above her nipple. It took him a moment to understand what he was looking at. It was his bite mark. With her drinking healing potions every day it didn't really scar, smoother new skin had grown on the bite but because it was still relatively fresh, the color was pink not yet fully healed. She had matching ones on her neck as well as on her thigh.

The marks were practically glowing on her. He quickly glanced to the others to see if they've noticed, only to be met with Gale's stern glare.

"We should... ahem... cover her, to preserve her modesty," Astarion suggested looking away.

Dashing to her travel chest, he rummaged for any piece of clothing he could find. The party already suspected him of leading her into all manner of vile debaucherous acts —admittedly, they were not wrong—but such intimacies were meant to be private and now everyone had seen the evidence of their activities.

Regardless, none of that mattered now. And it wasn't as if their opinion of him could sink any lower.

He grabbed a loose robe, one he'd never seen her wear, and returned to her side. He draped it over her like a blanket, unsure if he should move her more than that.

“When do you think she’ll wake up?” he asked Halsin.

" We have no way of knowing for certain," Halsin responded, his voice betraying a hint of concern. "It could be hours, perhaps days. The curse has burrowed deep; she’s not out of the woods yet."

“Can we really leave her like this in the open, in the middle of camp?” Shadowheart voiced looking around.

“Bring her into my tent, at least she’ll have some privacy.” Astarion spoke. He hadn’t even thought about it as he said it but a strange surge of protectiveness rising within him pushed the words out of his mouth. 

“Not a chance.” Shadowheart balked at him.

“No offense but your tent is hardly a sanitary choice for an ill person, Astarion.” Gale spoke up as well.

“I’ll have you know my tent is the least cluttered out of all of yours, thank you very much. She's already quite accustomed to spending her nights there anyway," he countered, his innuendo intending to shock the others into agreement.

“That will probably be for the best,” Halsin agreed "In a confined space, I can prepare a steam inhalation to aid her breathing."

Gale narrowed his eyes but miraculously stayed silent.

And with that, the argument was concluded and she was carried to Astarion’s tent along with a solid stack of herbs, potions, and a steaming bowl of medicinal brew by her head.

Despite the sanctuary of his tent, Astarion was restless. He sat by her, attempting to read, but worry knotted his insides, rendering him unable to focus. Halsin was right; her breathing sounded terrible. She was wheezing on every inhale, the sound horribly resembling a death rattle. 

He was being foolish, surely. They had survived worse. By the morrow, it’d be as if nothing happened. Yet, the memory of that Harper wouldn’t leave his mind. The way he had succumbed to the shadows within moments, undeath claiming him irreversibly.

That couldn't be her fate. It simply couldn't.

“Did I say you could die?” he asked in his typical playful tone. It sounded deafeningly loud in the dark.

“Come on, wake up.” He continued whispering “We need you alive.”

No answer came but her quiet breaths.

Cautiously he leaned down and pressed his ear to her chest. Her heartbeat was quiet but steady, persisting.

A wave of calm washed over him and for the first time since entering the Shadowcursed Lands, he relaxed.

Exhaustion from the day's events and his lingering fears weighed heavily on him.

He laid gently beside her and let the rhythmic pulse of her heart coax him into slumber.

Astarion chased off the druid when he’d come with the salve a few hours later, insisting that he’d apply it himself. Backing up his claim with the fact he had intimate familiarity with her form already. Her wounds had stopped bleeding but as the morning came, she still hadn't woken up.

" What should we do? We can’t stay at camp all day," Shadowheart pressed, infinitely curious to learn more about her mistress’ domain.

“Normally, I’d agree but we can’t exactly leave when Thiriann is in such a grievous condition,” Gale interjected.

"A single affliction won't subdue her for long; she's bound to rally soon," Lae’zel asserted confidently. “It will be beneficial for us to look for supplies in the meantime.”

“Lae’zel’s right, our rations won’t last long,” Shadowheart added, her siding with the Githyanki betraying her eagerness to explore this “endless darkness”.

"If it’s all the same to you I’d rather stay .I’m not exactly dying to go back out there.” Astarion said, refusing to admit he wouldn’t leave Thiriann’s side unless they dragged him away.

"I, too, will stay," Halsin offered, “But should you find anything regarding the curse, please do let me know.”

The days melded into one another, with the party venturing forth and returning at dusk, leaving Astarion and Halsin to keep vigil. Karlach spoke of a sanctuary amidst the curse and a meeting with a Baldurian legend—an idol from her youth— but Astarion couldn’t find it in him to care at the time.

He was starting to get annoyed at Thiriann’s insistence on not waking up. But deep inside he knew the irritation was covering up the dread, the thought of what it would mean if she really didn’t wake, or woke up as something much worse.

He cared about her, more than he was ready to admit. He hadn’t cared about anyone but himself for so long, maybe ever. Staring at her pale sunken face in bewilderment he wasn't sure how it'd happened.

 But there stretched out on his poor imitation of a bed she looked so small and fragile and he felt an overwhelming pull to do everything in his power to make her better. It itched under his skin along with thoughts of her that buzzed in his head day and night- when her wounds needed redressing, when to make her a new steam inhalation, when to push healing potion past her lips but slowly so she wouldn't choke, he even gave her a sponge bath to wash off the dried up blood.

He hadn’t eaten anything since they left the mountain pass, and his hunger was gnawing at him relentlessly. He realized he must have gotten spoiled in the last month if a mere few hungry days were getting him this worked up.

He supposed he could go hunt back at the mountain pass but that would require leaving her side and she needed him.

The thought occurred to him that he could ask one of his companions for some blood but their disdainful glances whenever Thiriann permitted him to feed dissuaded him. He also may have lashed out at them here and there in the last couple of days. Possibly hissed at Gale. But it's not like they would have agreed anyway, most of them had strictly told him not to look at their necks weeks ago when everything had come to light.The only person he could see accepting to give him some would scorch him alive. Perhaps if she bled into a cup, and he waited a day or two, it might cool to a tolerable temperature. A miserable sigh escaped him; desperation was setting in.

One evening, driven by necessity, he approached Shadowheart.

"What?" She asked flatly and he flinched at the chill in her stare, the words he needed to say caught in his throat.

"I was just wondering if you might have an extra healing potion for our dearest leader," he chickened out, coming up with an excuse on the spot.

Her eyes softened immediately, of course for Thiriann they would " Yes, of course."  she replied, delving into her bag. "You know, you don't have to bear the burden of her care alone. We're here to help."

"She's not a burden," he snapped, snatching the potion and striding away.

"That's not what I meant," she called after him, her words lost in the distance.

He contemplated asking Halsin for blood,he certainly had some to spare. But he wasn’t sure he liked the way Halsin looked at her. Or at him for that matter. He'd been around long enough to know what desire looked like and he did not want to deal with that right now.

No, he could wait. She'd wake soon and then he could hunt, once assured of her recovery.

As night enveloped the camp once again, he grabbed a book and settled beside her. He’d taken to reading to her out loud as of late. It made the tense quiet more bearable, and he liked the sound of his own voice so that was a plus. She seemed to enjoy his voice too before.

 “As the paladin of Sune stepped into the forbidden temple, his gaze met that of a striking dragonborn cleric.”

"I've encountered my share of daggers, sir. Best not to brandish yours so carelessly," Astarion mimicked in a feigned feminine tone.

"Rest assured, you've yet to lay your eyes on such a mighty weapon. Brace yourself to take my blessed greatsword," he continued, deepening his voice for the male character.

A snort interrupted his dramatic performance, and his gaze shifted to Thiriann's face. Her eyes were open, filled with mirth as she stared at him.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account. Please, do tell more about your mighty sword.” She bit her lip trying to contain her smile, her voice was rough as gravel, but she was talking, she was awake, she was herself and she was talking.

“Darling, you…” His voice broke, emotion swelling. “You finally stop being melodramatic and the first thing you do is ask about my greatsword? Not surprised at all, my dear.”

She openly laughed then, and he felt as if the shadow curse itself had lifted. He wanted to hug her, he wanted to kiss her, just any type of touch that solidified that she was alive, instead he stood there, frozen, held back by his insecurities as she struggled to sit up.

“How long was I out?” she asked, wincing as she sat up.

“Four days,” he replied, closing the book and rising to meet her gaze.

“What a right mess,” she groaned, dragging her hands over her face. “We should have been in Moonrise by now.”

“I think the others will forgive you dear. They thought the Shadowcurse might have claimed you for good.”

She went quiet at that, staring at her hands.

“Perhaps it did, for a while.”

He stared at her shocked while she continued.

“I journeyed to a place... elsewhere. Somewhere dark, devoid of wind, absent of sound. It reminded me of…” she hesitated “…somewhere I’d been before, years ago. The darkest place.” She smiled but it was a twisted thing, like it hurt to do so.

Shaking off the shadows of her recollection, she turned to him with concern. " And what about you? Did anyone else get hurt?”

“We got away unscathed. Some of us have better survival instincts, darling.” he quipped with playful arrogance.

She laughed again then, bringing more brightness into his tent.

"Forgive me for lacking your uncanny dodging abilities."

"One cannot expect to match such excellence," he gestured to himself, then with a quieter voice he added, “Just don’t do it again.”

She swallowed before looking away. “I’ll try.”

“Why am I in your tent?” she asked as her gaze wandered the canvas confines.

“Well, we couldn’t exactly leave you in the middle of camp like a drying fish now, could we?” he remarked with feigned exasperation.

“Oh…” she looked away guiltily, “Sorry for imposing on you like that.”

“Nonsense, darling, you know my tent is ever open for you, any time.” He tried to sound flirtatious but came out shockingly sincere at the end.

She smiled a little before standing up, a slight wobble betraying her weakness, but she steadied herself with determination.

“I am grateful for your hospitality, truly. But nature calls and I’m starving so I’ll head out.”

He was at her side in an instant, supporting her as her knee gave out on the first step.

“I’ve got you. Why don’t you let me help? The last thing we need now is to have you collapsing just as you've returned to us."

Thiriann bit her lip, considering his offer. She was pretty sure she could make it on her own but was reluctant to lose the feeling of his arms around her.

“I’d like that.”

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Astarion stood around the edges of the shadows waiting for Thiriann to finish her business when he heard her call out. “What happened to my clothes?”

“They were torn beyond repair I’m afraid. We had to discard them.”

“Damn, that was the only good leather I could find in this wilderness.” She bemoaned “And what of my small clothes?”

"Those too," He failed to mention his involvement in the tearing of those.

She looked uncomfortable as she emerged from the bush.

“That was my last pair.”

“How unfortunate.” his tone lacking any semblance of genuineness.

She offered a wry smile and an eye roll in response.

“Shall we, my dear?” he extended his arm in mock imitation of a courtly gentleman.

"Your gallantry is most appreciated, good sir. Lead the way," she accepted, allowing herself to lean on him just a little during their walk back.

And for a moment his mind drifted, away from this curse ridden place and into the parks of the lower city. Holding hands just as they did now, walking to a blanket setup in spotted shade, a bottle of rich red wine waiting for them.

Stop it! He chastised himself.

What was the point of these childish fantasies? They could bring nothing but more misery.

She wouldn’t want these things with him and he shouldn’t be wanting them in the first place. It was all so stupid. It must have been her close proximity that was bringing these on, that and the fact he had to play her nurse for the last week and his hunger and all the romantic books he’d been reading by her bedside, lack of sleep, they were confusing him, urging him to look for something that wasn’t there, to hope for something that wouldn’t happen.

And yet when she leaned against his side a little more, he felt his breath catch in his throat as her warmth spread through his side.

"Do we have any eggs?" she asked suddenly, breaking his reverie.

"What?" he asked in confusion, as she released his arm and began sifting through a supply pack. They had reached the campfire before he noticed.

"Never mind, found some," she declared, settling down to prepare her meal.

Her knife danced through the vegetables with a speed and precision he hadn't seen from her before. She moved with such ease, like she'd done this thousands of times, tossing her ingredients swiftly into the frying pan with a few eggs and some spices that Gale had left lying about.

"You know how to cook," he stated even though there was a question in his voice.

"Because I made an omelette?" She asked incredulously.

"Because of the way you handle a blade," he clarified.

She raised an eyebrow at that, unsure if he was trying to make a sexual innuendo. Knowing him, probably he was.

“I wasn't sure you knew how to hold one, what with that debacle back at the forge.” He smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes at the memory.  The only other time he'd seen her actually attempt to use a knife was when she had failed spectacularly at cutting off the drow's head and he'd had to intervene to help.

“I'll have you know I'm actually quite decent with a dagger.” She replied arrogantly, waving her blade around in the air in a way that did not backup her claim at all.

"And yes, I can cook. Had my heart set on becoming a chef once upon a time," she confessed, her gaze lost in the flames. " I travelled all over to learn from the best.  The quests I've taken for some of my recipes..." A self-deprecating chuckle escaped her as she reminisced. "It all seems so trivial now."

She retrieved her meal from the fire and took a mouthful, not waiting for it to cool. She always preferred it hot anyway.

"You've never cooked for this lot. Not up to your master chef standards, are they? " He teased.

" It's not that but I'd rather it stay this way. If they knew, I'd be roped into cooking duty, and I much prefer being served. Besides, Gale's ego might not survive any more competition."

"Understandable," he conceded, appreciating the appeal of having your meal delivered to your bed every night.

"So only you know my little secret. I’m trusting you to keep it." She said, trying to sound mischievous.

This is so typical of her, he thought with some exasperation. Her 'secrets' were nothing more than hidden talents and achievements. Nothing dark lingered around her, no deep pools of morally questionable choices. Sometimes it was infuriating how innocent she was.

" We should introduce you to a bit of corruption if these are the worst of your secrets, darling," he jested, turning back to the fire, oblivious to the shadow that crossed her face.

" We all have things that haunt us, Astarion," she replied after a pause, her voice heavy and unexpectedly sad.

He looked at her then. For the longest time, he'd felt like he'd had the most world experiences than anyone in their group because he'd been alive the longest. Thiriann's naivete especially made her seem so childish to him sometimes. Like she barely even knew the types of people that lived out there, all the possible worst the world could offer.

But looking at her now he finally saw her experiences etched upon her face. She looked worn down, aged, her shoulders slumped in defeat and her eyes filled with misery and acceptance.

It occurred to him, not for the first time, that they didn't know each other at all.

That was understandable, they’d barely known one another for a month, and most of the time they were running around in some crisis or another.

What didn’t make sense though was his desire for that to change. He wanted to know what made her look like that, and to never speak of it again just to avoid seeing this misery in her.

But once again he remained motionless, caught in the uncertainty of how to reach out and offer the comfort she so clearly needed. So, he just nodded.

“You can talk to me, you know. We are technically in this together. “ He said in the end, his voice soft but uncharacteristically serious.

“Before I was taken by the Nautiloid, long before, there was a man I knew.” She began, uncertainty evident in her voice probably wondering if he was even interested in hearing her out. He turned his body fully towards her, trying his hardest to convey he was listening.

 “He was my senior, my commander. I served under him for years. And he was a right asshole, never had a kind word to say. You could do everything right and he’d still have a ready plethora of insults to throw at you. Our troops hated him almost as much as the enemy.”

She smiled faintly as if this was the fondest part of her memory.

"But he was also fiercely loyal, utterly devoted to the woman he loved. I admired him for that. He would do anything for her, even the most heinous acts. I thought there was something noble in that blind devotion."

Astarion scoffed. "Your ideas of romance are rather twisted, aren't they, darling?"

She shrugged, not particularly offended."Too many lonely years and trashy books, I suppose."

He grimaced, her answer hitting too close to home.

It’s not that he was in any position to lecture her on the matter given his own ideas of what was considered romantic came from much the same way.

“So, what happened to this rude smitten fool? I presume he met his grim end running after his lady’s coattails?” he asked unable to shake off the bitterness.

“Yeah, you could say that.”she replied and Astarion’s smirk fell as he saw the grim look on her face.

“When the tides of war turned and it became clear we’d lose and be accused of treason, we were instructed to infiltrate the rebellion ranks, a last-ditch effort to gather intelligence. But no further orders never came. Instead, we were sent to eliminate a hostile entity.

When we got there he already knew. Hells He had orchestrated it all. He wanted to die by our hands, by my hands..." Her voice trailed off, her eyes filled with a profound sadness.

 "I had to be a part of it, couldn't stop it, couldn't run away, couldn't…" She trailed off, her voice filled with despair.

Astarion understood this feeling all too well. The helplessness, the forced complicity in acts he never wanted.

 A sudden overwhelming feeling of sadness and pity settled in his chest at the thought that she knew what those things felt like.

"You were a pawn in their game, nothing more. A toy to be manipulated," he said, his voice gentle. "It's pointless to blame yourself when you couldn't have changed anything. The best thing to do is forget and move on."

She nodded, a sad smile playing on her lips. "That’s easier said than done." she whispered.

“I know.” He said, voice filled with a quiet understanding as he handed her a bottle.

She accepted the wine, taking a deep swig without tasting it at all.

A moment passed before she spoke, her voice flat and devoid of emotion.

“He died an asshole, lived an asshole and no one mourned him.”

“Except you.” 

“Except me ," she confirmed, her gaze drifting back to the dancing flames. Lost in the countless memories, she seemed to relive a bygone era.

“He gave the most insane orders sometimes," she murmured, breaking the silence. "Once, he commanded us to hurl bird droppings at the enemy, a tactic he called 'psychological warfare'."

Astarion's brow furrowed in disbelief. "You can't be serious."

A wry smile crept across her lips. "Oh, I am. And it worked. The look of utter confusion on their faces was priceless."

“Tell me everything.” Astarion said, his curiosity sufficiently piqued.

As the night progressed, he could see her eyelids were getting heavy, her words slurred slightly as she slumped more and more. Soon they'd both retreat to their respective beds and settle for the night. His tent looked strangely dark and lonesome despite being close to the fire.

A gust of wind flew past them followed by an unsettling howl from the shadows and she shivered.

She looked at him with uncertainty and what he was sure was longing, resembling a stray puppy waiting at someone's doorstep.

“Thank you again for… before and for tonight, for staying with me. I-I’m not sure when was the last time someone did this for me. “

She looked at him with so much gratitude in her eyes and heat bloomed in his chest, making his heart clench.

Her words were plain, just a simple thank you yet they unexpectedly lodged in his chest. When was the last time someone had thanked him for anything? Or he done something worthy of gratitude?

“Don’t mention it,dear. I should leave you to rest.” He said preparing to walk out trying his damnest not to betray how his composure had crumbled.

“Astarion,” she called out after him “when was the last time you fed?”

“Well, you know,” he started gesturing with a flair “I pop out to hunt every now and then.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“You’re starving.” She said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and he had to ask himself how could she possibly know.

“Come, you can feed from me if you’d like.”

He balked at her, outraged.  “Have you lost your mind, darling? You just woke up.”

“I’m fine,I’m just tired.” She waved him off “The curse has left my body completely.”

He eyed her uncertainly. The thought of drinking from her now made him uneasy but even at her mere suggestion, he could feel his hunger resurfacing. His eyes trailed to her neck involuntarily and he felt his stomach clench violently at the sight. He hated this part of himself, more beast than man in his uncontrollable desire. But holding back was never his strong suit and when she’d offered so willingly, it was harder than ever to resist.

“Why don’t you come back to my tent then?” He asked suddenly “It will save you from the draft and we could have ourselves a little privacy.”

Laying her down on the pillows that he’d arranged his eyes drifted once more to her neck. He swallowed painfully, his throat dry as a desert.

 “Are you really sure?” He heard himself murmur.

“Yes,I’ll be alright. Now come here.” She moved to make space for him.

That warm bubble of affection in his chest which he'd largely been ignoring was pushing insistently at his ribs as he stared at her bright blue eyes.

Sliding his body over hers, Astarion lowered himself on top of her. He bit quickly, trying to minimize her pain.

Finally, it was as if a damn burst and all of the feelings he had felt the last few days- the fear of losing her, the stress of her illness, the relief of her finally awakening and the incredible joy of her blood - were threatening to overwhelm him. She was so warm and so alive and he felt that very life essence flow into him filling him with happiness and comfort.

He groaned into her neck, needy and desperate and it set her skin on fire. Lost in the sensations he let his body guide him closer and closer to her. Their bodies slotted together, her breasts pressing up into his chest, one of his legs sliding between hers.

Moving back from her neck he kissed her, momentarily forgetting his lips were still coated with her blood. He tried to pull away once the realization hit but she chased him with her lips unwilling to let them part.

As he dipped his tongue into her hot, wet mouth he found that it is not enough. She wanted him and he wanted more, more heat, more connection.

He could feel his body responding to her already. Her fresh blood going straight to fuelling his arousal.

She squirmed under him, dragging her thigh against his length sending a jolt of pleasure through him and he instinctively ground against it, trying to prolong the sensation. At the same time, he pressed his leg against her core forcing her to gasp into his mouth.

He was such a fool. But no one before had made him feel this way, no one had compared to her. 

Out of all the feelings he had learned to suppress, he had no experience dealing with this one in particular. He had tried to nip it in the bud but now he wasn’t sure he wanted it to stop or that he could even stop it.

Maybe some part of him had wanted to fall for her. Wanted to allow himself to feel once again. Up until recently he hadn’t even considered love a possibility. What a terribly cliche way to realize one's feelings.

He glided his hand down her robe undoing the ties holding it together. She was still fully nude under and he wasted no time grasping a breast and rolling her nipple between his fingers.

She reached for his shirt trying to untuck it from his pants but the gesture brought a wave of unease so he swiftly grabbed the bottom of it and lifted it over his head. He nudged her knee with his own, fully settling between her legs and she wasted no time pulled him in for another hungry kiss. With their naked chests pressed together, he could feel her heartbeat against his ribs as if it were his own.

They ground against each other, the feeling of his leather pants against her naked cunt only fuelling her desire. She gasped at the contact and arched her back into him, her nails digging into his shoulders. He could feel her scorching heat against his member even through his pants and felt himself throb in response. Thiriann reached down to unlace them but he stopped her hands.

“Not until you’re ready for me, darling.”

She whined in protest but moved her hands back. Having her obediently listen to him always managed to bring a small thrill of excitement.

He reached between their bodies dragging his fingers over her centre. She was wet but not wet enough, it would most likely hurt if he entered her now. He started lowering himself down her body, but felt her tensing under him, her hands on his shoulders squeezing firmly, keeping him in place.

“No, don’t go.” She pleaded.

“Don't worry, I'm here, love.”

 “I want you inside me, can we…like this?”

"You'll have to come first, darling. Do that for me, just relax, I’ve got you.”

Astarion glanced at her face, intent on watching her expression as he eased his finger into her. She groaned at the intrusion but tried to breathe through the temporary discomfort. Moving carefully, he began pumping his finger in and out of her, focused on opening her up. Slowly she melted under his gentle ministrations and when he dragged his finger over that place inside of her, she couldn’t stop herself from moaning his name. Her quiet breathy mews filled his tent as he continued to assault the delicate spot causing her eyes to roll back and her back to arch into him.

It felt unexpectedly embarrassing to be able to feel his muscles moving between them as he pleasured her. His soft gasps of effort by her ear combined with the scent of his sweat and perfume filling her nostrils proved more erotic than she was prepared for. Sooner than she would have liked she was nearing her climax.

“Come for me love, I can tell you’re almost there.” he whispered in her ear.

A furious blush took over her cheeks despite the blood loss but she did just that.  Moaning his name she came, her walls spasmed around him squeezing his finger so tight he feared it might break. She relaxed back into the pillows and he gave her a moment to recover, marvelling at the slick that now dripped down her thighs.

As he reached to unlace his pants, a part of him hesitated, the unease he felt every time before bedding someone would stubbornly not leave him alone. He still pushed it down.  Having no patience to fight himself he opened his breeches and swiftly took out his cock. 

Rocking his hips slowly against her opening, he inched his way inside before pushing forward and bottoming out in one swift movement. A soft sigh left his lips at how warm she was, how welcoming her body felt.

“Does this feel good, darling?” he asked, giving a few slow, experimental thrusts; she was still so very tight around his cock he could barely move.

“Gods,yes-...You know it does,” she pouted and he smirked, kissing her once again.

He set a gentle pace, pulling nearly all the way out of her before languidly rolling his hips forward, inch by inch, drawing moans from both of their throats. “You’re going to have to be quiet, you know,” he whispered against her ear.

He finished one particularly delicious thrust, groaning and burying his face in her neck, trying to muffle the sound. “Gods, you feel good,” he mumbled, luxuriating in the feel of her pressing around his cock, hot and wet and soft as silk.

Wordless little noises of pleasure escaped her as she started to rock back against him, joining into the rhythm he had set. Their motions felt like the waves of the ocean crashing against the sea. But his movements soon became practiced as instinct started to take over and he felt himself submerge into the fog despite his efforts to stay in the moment. He wanted to be here, with her, feeling this connection but his mind slipped away, beaches and vast waters behind his eyelids.

Suddenly he felt her grip his shoulders and push against him. When he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was the tent canvas before the rest of the surroundings began to come to him. The blanket that was under him, the stacks of books by side and various bottles of potions and blood strewn about. And finally, the woman on top of him who was straddling him now. The gentle feeling of her as she ground her hips against him and her glowing eyes attracting him like a moth to a flame.

“Oh? Are you looking for a ride, darling?” he teased, surprising himself at how even his voice sounded.

Thiriann answered him by leaning down, hair falling around him like wavy black curtains so she could kiss him again. He gripped her supple thighs as she rode him, savouring the sensation of her wrapping tightly around his length as they licked into each other's mouths, tongues sliding against one another.

She lifted herself up over him, letting her hands wander up and down his front, watching his muscles tighten and relax under the gentle pressure. Her fingers brushed over one of his nipples and she relished in the shudder the gesture drew out of him. He groaned, eyelids fluttering as she began to move earnestly on top of him.

Instinctively he gripped her hips pulling her down hard on his length causing them both to moan.

“That’s…cheating-” she gasped out as he kept thrusting from under her, refusing to surrender the upper hand.

“You were expecting me to play fair?” he smirked at her amused and Thiriann rolled her eyes. Taking the momentary distraction, he rolled them again and pined her under him once more.

“Fuck!” she hissed into his mouth but he didn't let her recover as he began bucking into her with desperate urgency. Driving deeper and deeper with every thrust he could feel the wetness gushing out of her, soaking him and the robe under her. She spread her legs further allowing him to pump freely as she held onto his shoulders, dragging her nails over his skin but keeping them far above his scars. He growled into her neck as her heat squeezed him impossibly tighter trying to draw him in even closer.

She saw stars as he ground his hips against hers, putting just enough pressure on her clit to push her over the edge.

“Astarion -” That was all she managed to get out before she came, hard, spasming and clenching violently around his cock. Ripples of pleasure spread through her body as her sweet moans slipped into his ear like sobs in tandem with the rhythmic contractions.

He bit into her neck again and followed her over, groaning into the mess he’d made of her throat. She held him as he shook with it, pleasure obliterating his every thought and for a moment there was nothing but the blissful sensations of her warmth. Half-gasps, half-moans spilled out of his throat as he rode the aftershocks, fangs buried deep in her neck.

After his body stopped shuddering and the fog of pleasure lifted, Astarion finally collapsed on top of her bringing a soft sigh from her lips.

He felt he should get up, move away, and dress himself but he didn't want to leave, to go out of her vicinity where the cold would surely sweep in and chill him to the bone. He wanted to stay here in her arms, to soak in the warmth of her body, of her presence. Every inch between them felt too much, too long.

He relaxed onto her further, head still buried in the crook of her neck and she could tell he had fallen asleep. Unusual as it was, he drew breath even in slumber, the gentle cold exhales caressing her collarbone. The way he curled up further reminded her of a cat, maybe an overgrown undead cat. He hissed like one too when irritated.  A wave of protectiveness surged within her and she wrapped her arms tighter around him. He would probably hate it but this felt nice, holding him like this, enjoying the security of his embrace and keeping him safe in hers, next to her heart.

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I want to live

Inspired by the art of the Baldur’s Gate 3 Vinyl which I got as a gift recently.

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Got something on your hind? I mean mind.

A quick Bloodweave render to keep me going while I'm sick as a dog.

Background generously provided by @bhaalbaaby

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this hit me like a truck

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Dangerous Hands

Forgot I was a NSFW Artist for a second there 🥴 Must rectify that mistake asap

Uncropped can be found on X

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Ink - Chapter 1

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A short smutty oneshot

Rating: Explicit

Words: 2.1k

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:

She nods, her eyes skimming over the lists. "Oh, I'm sorry, could you have this translated? I'm afraid my Elvish isn't quite there yet."

“Elvish? That's all plain common.” he replies, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“All of it?” she repeats, incredulous.

Thiriann suppresses a sigh. She'll be in for a long night.

"Alright. And for which date do you want them delivered?”

"Oh,delivery won't be necessary. I'll have them tonight."

Thiriann's eyes widen. "Tonight?" she echoes, disbelief coloring her voice. The sheer volume of the order, coupled with the strange, almost archaic language, is overwhelming. And on top of that, the list is handwritten.

She tries to read a few of the items but can't make heads or tails of it, his handwriting, while graceful as all elven handwriting seems to be, is also nearly impossible to decipher. There's no doubt this man has a history in medicine.

Leaning on the mostly empty kitchen counter, Thiriann mixes her instant coffee with practiced boredom as Shadowheart regales her with yet another story about her three dogs. Or is it her cats that she is talking about this time?

"...and then he slapped him across the face only to pretend he never saw anything. Can you imagine?" Shadowheart laughs lost in her tale.

Thiriann offers a tired smile. "Adorable." Taking a sip, she frowns at the bitterness of the coffee and vows to bring her own tomorrow.

Her colleague Lae’zel has just gone into maternity leave and like an idiot Thiriann volunteered to cover her night shifts with the idea the pay would be higher and she'd have most of her days free. But the adjustment is unexpectedly hard, leaving her spending those said days mostly napping on the couch. Why would an office supplies company even have a nightshift is beyond her.

The long, dark nights were starting to wear on her, and the eerie quiet of the office was beginning to feel oppressive.  As she glances at the clock, she realizes she has a few more hours to endure.

“Isn’t it, though? I just wish they got along better.”

Shadowheart continues, energetic as ever, oblivious to the fact Thiriann missed a good 70% of their conversation. It is a pure mystery and somewhat infuriating how she can remain this upbeat during their dreadful graveyard shifts.

Thiriann sighs enviously when a sudden flash of white interrupts her thoughts. She blinks, her heart pounding as a figure, ethereal and almost otherworldly, emerges from the shadows.

The thought that she's finally lost it and is hallucinating crosses her mind when the figure, a man of striking beauty and piercing red eyes, approaches her desk. 

Clad in a gray suit, slightly bigger and longer than it should be, he moves with the grace and elegance befitting of a model or maybe an actor. His white hair is styled into delicate curls that shine as brightly as the sun under the neon light.

Thiriann is still very much transfixed when his voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the silence. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

Her breath catches in her throat at the melodic sound. She barely notices as Shadowheart groans "Not him again."

Thiriann's gaze shifts to her colleague having momentarily forgotten she is next to her.  "Who is he?" she whispers.

 "Mr. Ancunin," Shadowheart replies, a hint of amusement in her voice. "A lawyer who works primarily with Lae'zel. Guess he's your problem now."

 She gives her a sadistic little smirk before walking away to her own desk.

As Thiriann turns back to the enigmatic stranger, a strange mix of curiosity and trepidation fills her.

 At a first glance he seems a little lost and timid, looking around nervously, trying to see if anyone was coming. She could understand that; working with Lae'zel would certainly do that to a person.

"I need some help," he says, his voice a low murmur.  A strange pull draws Thiriann closer, an inexplicable urge to assist him.

"Good evening. How may I help you?" she replies, her voice steady.

To her surprise, the look of helplessness vanishes, replaced by a cool, almost arrogant expression as he sees her.  He smiles but it doesn't reach his eyes, instead there is tension behind them as if bracing himself for something not particularly pleasant.

"Ah, I was so hoping for a friendly face. I usually work with Lae'zel. Could you fetch her for me?"

A surge of irritation rises within her at being treated like a secretary but she suppresses it and instead flashes one of her own smiles reserved for the worst of clients.

"Yes, well, she's out on maternity leave but I'm here to assist you with anything you need."

He raises an eyebrow, his lips curving into a suggestive smirk. "Anything? Don't make promises you can't keep, darling."

The bold flirtation catches her off-guard but before she can respond, he continues, his tone shifting to a more businesslike manner. "Very well, this is my order."

 And just like that as if a switch has been flipped and the flirtatious persona falls away.

He hands her two sheets of paper filled with intricate script.

"The ones marked with a specific color I want only in that color. If you don't have them, don't suggest alternatives. I'll just wait until they're in stock."

She nods, her eyes skimming over the lists. "Oh, I'm sorry, could you have this translated? I'm afraid my Elvish isn't quite there yet."

“Elvish? That's plain common.” he replies, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

“All of it?” she asks, incredulous.

Thiriann suppresses a sigh. She'll be in for a long night.

"Alright. And for which date do you want them delivered?”

"Oh, delivery won't be necessary. I'll have them tonight."

Thiriann's eyes widen. "Tonight?" she echoes, disbelief coloring her voice. The sheer volume of the order, coupled with the strange, almost archaic language, is overwhelming. And on top of that, the list is handwritten.

She tries to read a few of the items but can't make heads or tails of it, his handwriting, while graceful as all elven handwriting seems to be, is also nearly impossible to decipher. There's no doubt this man has a history in medicine.

Luckily, she has a set of prepared excuses for these situations.

"We don't normally take handwritten orders." This is technically true and mostly still followed.

"You don't? Lae'zel never mentioned anything about that," he says, his tone both casual and amused.

Thiriann doubts that very much considering how much of a stickler for rules Lae’zel is. But then again,  she can read Tir'su, maybe she could even handle his lists.

"Very well." Thiriann sighs resigned before standing up. "In order not to get the wrong items, please accompany me to the warehouse while I collect them."

"I thought outsiders weren't permitted there.” He says before shutting his mouth quickly.

Thiriann raises an eyebrow, curious how he knew about that.

“They aren't normally but I can make an exception.”

Now that gets his attention. A smile spreads on his face quick as a flash.

“Oh, you're such a sweetheart. Well, I suppose it couldn't hurt. Very well, lead on." He perks up, almost as if allowed to view a forbidden treasury.

An awkward silence descends between them as they walk through the dimly lit corridor, broken only by the soft scuff of their footsteps, making the normally short distance seem endless. He is near silent as he walks behind her and a strange sense of unease washes over her, making her feel slightly on edge.

As they begin to search for the items, it quickly becomes clear that this is going to be a bigger challenge than she anticipated.  The man's demands are specific and his patience is thin. Every time she misreads a word or misinterprets a symbol, he sighs in frustration.

“So, you want the… pink pens by Nautiloid Inks?”

“Purple, darling. What use would I have for pink pens?”

She isn’t sure what use he’ll have of purple ones either but goes to look for them all the same.

“Alright, next is a book called “The art of infernal negotiations” by…” she pauses completely at a loss. By the gods is that even a word? Even the individual letters are unreadable.

“K'ha'ssji'trach'ash. The blighter is called K'ha'ssji'trach'ash.” he snaps annoyed.

“Right. I’ll go get it.”

At about the fifth item he sighs and stares at the cart.

“Wait, that's all we've got so far? Oh, it's going to take hours to collect them all.” He complains in a high-pitched whine and she has to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from smiling.

Now he is getting it. At least she won’t be alone in her misery.

“If you’ve changed your mind, I’m more than happy to write up your order to get delivered to your office.”

“No, this will do… I suppose. Some of the items I’ll need for tomorrow.”

"You know," she suggests, "it might be faster if you dictate the list. I can look for the items while you do that."

He considers her suggestion for a moment, before he shrugs. "That might work”.

As they work together, a strange camaraderie begins to form. They settle into an easy sort of rhythm, one following the other, and the initial tension between them starts to dissipate, replaced by a sense of shared purpose.

"Well, this is everything then," he says, surveying the cart full of items.

"Really? That was rather fast. We make a rather excellent team," Thiriann replies, a small smile playing on her lips.

"And it's only taken half an hour of overtime," she adds, a hint of amusement in her voice."Let's return upstairs, and I'll write you the invoice quickly.”

"You know, I don't think I've seen you here before," he remarks as they walk, his eyes lingering a moment too long. "I would have undoubtedly remembered such a beautiful face. Are you a new hire?"

 She rolls her eyes playfully . "I've worked here for four years, actually. Just new to the night shift."

"Oh? And how has that been going for you? Have you found your true calling as a nocturnal creature?" he asks, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"Not at all. I have no idea how people do it," she admits, a hint of exasperation in her voice.

"Ah, a night owl in the making then. The secret is simple, my dear : embrace the darkness, in time it will become as much part of you as the sun.” he pauses for a moment “That and copious amounts of caffeine.”

“Is that what worked for you? You seem…happy with this lifestyle.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I was a mess at first. But it does get easier.” He says with a surprisingly gentle and earnest look.

Maybe it is the exhaustion or sleep deprivation but the reassuring words of this stranger actually manage to bring her comfort.

“Thank you. I think I needed to hear that.” She says with a smile and Astarion can’t help but find it rather captivating.

After a few more minutes, they are back in the office and Thiriann quickly writes up the invoice before handing it to him.

"There you go, Mr. Ancunin. Pleasure working with you," she says and finds she actually means it to an extend.

 "Please, darling, just Astarion, now that we've acquainted ourselves," he corrects, a smirk playing on his lips.

Astarion she thinks, even his name is enchanting.

Suddenly, he thrust his phone into her hand.

"What is this for?" she asks, confused.

"For your number, darling. Obviously. I need to be able to reach you if I have an order, don't I?" he replies almost mockingly.

"Oh, you can just ring up the office number on the website. I'm sure someone will—" she begins before he interrupts her.

"But you are my personal provider, aren't you? What if whoever is on shift is not equipped to handle my very specific needs?" his tone is innocent but the look on his face is anything but.

He is making a bit of a stretch, but she has indeed exchange phone numbers with almost all of her clients. "Yes, I suppose you have a point. Here is my number," she says, quickly dialing the digits.

He effortlessly slings the enormous supply bag over his shoulder and glances down at the new contact before a sultry grin appears on his face.

 "It was a pleasure working with you, Thiriann," he says. Her name, spoken in his smooth voice, sends a shiver down her spine and a furious blush finds a way to her cheeks.

And with that, he strolls away, his hips swaying in a rather hypnotic manner.

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Anticipation

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The Witching Hour

Happy Halloween!

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The Queens of Baldur’s Gate

I've been wanting to make a fanart of Bow'ee and Asra for the longest time and I finally managed it.

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Opening Companion Commissions

Hey everyone! I'm opening a few slots for render commissions. 

At this time I'll be offering 3D-renders containing only companion characters (or some NPCs) of BG3. 

But if you already have your Tav or Durge ready for Daz Studio and can provide it, we could talk about a possible commission. 

Base-Prices:

- 1 character 3D-Render - $40

+ each additional character - $10

+ simple background- $10

Examples:

Characters without background :

Characters with a simple background :

Every commission contains 1 total of the scene + 2 different angles or close-ups, depending on what exactly you want.

I have a wide range of outfits so feel free to inquire if you have anything specific in mind.

If you'd like a more detailed background, we can talk about possibilities.

Things I do:

- SFW and NFSW (wide range of fetishes)

Payment:

Via PayPal

Time needed to complete a commission:

Up to three weeks depending on complexity.

We can talk about express orders in case you need it faster.

PM me to order.

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Low quality meme 🩸🔮

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Let's play doctor

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"It's a big, bloody stupid book with a big, bloody stupid curse on it, and every time you use it, something bloody stupid terrible happens!"

A: Gizmo likes it.

G: It's Gale actually.

Celebrating the release of "What We Do In the Shadows"' newest season tonight 😁 Render made after this scene

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C0mm for @morallygreychaoticneutral ❤️Bg ripped by @bhaalbaaby 🩷

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Delectable

You can also find me on AO3

A short smutty oneshot

Rating: Explicit

Words: 5k

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

Warnings: 18+, Vampire Spawn Astarion  × Tiefling Tav ,Traumatized Astarion (Baldur's Gate) ,Getting to Know Each Other ,Falling In Love, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus ,Menstruation ,Oral Sex ,Hand Jobs ,one shot

Summary:

“You look simply ravishing my dear.”

She smiled a bit at the praise but it did little to settle her nerves.

Astarion eased her legs over his shoulders taking the time to caress her thighs on either side of his head. His eyes were trained on her glistening center, glowing with an animalistic sort of hunger.

It felt a little strange, a little daunting… then she felt his breath and then his tongue.

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“I think I need a minute," Thiriann gasped, her hands on her hips, desperately fighting to catch her breath.

Their day exploring the ruins of the Rosymorn Monastery had been filled with climbing and jumping from roof to roof, leaving her more winded than usual. It was normal for the wizard to lag sometimes, often side by side with Gale, but that day  her lack of stamina was especially apparent.

Pain ripped through her midsection as if on cue, and realization dawned on her. She bit her lip, doing the math in her mind. Sure enough, it had been almost a month since she last bled.

"Are you okay there, soldier?" Karlach asked, hoping next to her side with ease.

Thiriann felt a prickle of embarrassment, staring at the boisterous woman. They were both tieflings and both had been soldiers, yet when it came to physical endurance, they were worlds apart.

"Yeah, you know how it is...probably..." she stammered, unsure why she felt the need to be discreet. But after the daily horrors they endured, faltering over something so minor as period cramps made her strangely ashamed.

"It must be that you're hungry. Hold on a sec, I have an apple in my pack," Karlach said, handing her a big shiny fruit.

The woman was an angel.

"Why don't we take a short rest here? My knees can only take so much climbing without protest," Gale offered, ever the gentleman.

As the group spread around, enjoying the admittedly beautiful scenery, Thiriann sat quietly on a flat rock, forcing herself to take small bites even as the cramps had killed any appetite.

Astarion slinked next to her unnoticed, perching himself by her side.

"Is something troubling you, my dear? You look drained, and I know it wasn't me," he inquired in his typical flirtatious fashion.

"I just had a light breakfast and lost my strength," she tried the now tried-and-tested excuse.

"Might I suggest getting it back? I don't travel with you for your personality, you know," he teased.

"That's not funny. I feel like I might pass out on the next vine we need to climb on," she replied, her voice tinged with frustration.

"You've lost your power and your sense of humor? How wretched," he smirked, and she rolled her eyes.

This man would be the death of her. Even after sleeping together multiple times, he was still so aloof and confusing. At times, she wondered if he liked her at all.

His face shifted then, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, only to abruptly close it and squint his eyes.

She was about to ask him if he was okay when he suddenly stood up and announced, "Enough waiting around. Let's go hurt someone," in his usual cheerful tone.

As she sighed heavily and stood up, another painful jolt shoot through her abdomen. Trying to breathe through it she caught up with the others.

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The rest of the day had been miserable. The cramps were unusually relentless, and by the time the sun was setting, she was panting on every exhale, desperate for her bedroll. Astarion had also been acting strange all day, breaking his thieves tools over and over, stumbling over his own feet and dropping his daggers on more than one occasion. Maybe he was also lacking the stamina for the heavily physical activities they were doing.

She'd caught him watching her a few times, his eyes following her whenever she spoke to the people they encountered. He'd been doing that a lot as of late. Sometimes he'd smirk at something she said, and it would send a spark of joy through her. But the only reason she'd caught him was that she'd started looking at him more as well.

When they finally got back to camp she got the chance to change. Sure enough her underwear were soaked in blood, more than any prestidigitation could clean but at least her pants were salvageable. She quickly cast firebolt ending the garments.

Laughter could be heard from the campsite, everyone gathered to chatter over dinner. All she wanted was to curl up under a blanket and sleep, something which would be impossible given she didn't actually have a tent.

She'd never wanted one, in all of her years traveling sleeping under the stars had simply become her normal. And it felt especially needed during this adventure, with all the uninvited guests they seemed to get in their camp. But now she wondered if it wasn't too late to change her mind.

She had to wait for everyone to go to bed before she could manage to get a semblance of peace.

Sighing heavily she heard the faintest rustle of leaves followed by “Hello beautiful.” It was hardly surprising he'd seek her out at night, he'd been doing that a lot as of late too. He was already by her side by the time she'd noticed him, barely a foot away. Rogues and their horrible sneaky nature.

She turned to look at him. The moonlight was shining in his hair, making the silver strands glow and she found herself truly enchanted by his beauty. They’d known each other for weeks yet he still could mesmerize her with a glance.

"What did the poor silks do to deserve such a cruel fate?" he asked with a lilt in his voice, and she cursed inwardly that he hadn't come later when the undergarments had been fully incinerated.

"They committed the great sin of not being my color. And terribly gaudy," she replied.

"Simply unforgivable. You're better off without them," he said, his voice full of seduction as he slid behind her and placed his hands on her hips.

She rolled her eyes but couldn't ignore the heat he inspired in her with his words.

"I know you're in a spot of bother, darling. It has been rather distracting," he whispered over her ear, his breath ghosting over her neck.

Embarrassment flooded her, and she pulled away, irritated. Of course, a bloody vampire would notice.

Feeling defensive, she turned to him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Yes, well, I'm sorry for the inconvenience," she said annoyed.

Unfazed by her irritation, he continued in his flirtatious tone. "You know, we could always make the most out of an uncomfortable situation, darling. If you're amenable that is."

"Make the most of it how?"

Taking an elegant step forward, he made sure to move his hips just enough to subtly attract her attention.

“They say a little death could bring great relief during such uncomfortable moments and I am more than willing to help.” he said, his eyes trailing her form from head to toe before meeting hers again.

She was still looking at him as if she knew what the words meant but couldn't make out the meaning of them strung together.

"Come now, don't be coy, darling. I am nothing if not a man of tremendous appetites," he continued.

"You mean...you're suggesting..." she started before quietly gasping mid-sentence as the meaning dawned on her. Her cheeks flushed scarlet in a manner that was both adorable and utterly appetizing.

The instinctive "no" rose to her lips, but then it stopped and lingered there.

The very idea of what he was offering filled her with unease but when she really thought about it, it wasn’t like he hadn’t gone down on her before or drank her blood from various spots on her body. This would be like strangely combining the two…probably.

She'd never done this particular act before, and it wouldn't be an understatement to say no man had ever seen her like this, in this condition. But with him, the thought didn't seem so intimidating. Maybe with him, it wouldn't be that bad. And she was never particularly good at resisting his advances.

"Alright, let's give it a try," she said with a ridiculous, endearing look of determination on her face. "Where should we go?"

"Here is as fine a spot as any. The others are far away, and we have this lovely fire of your former undergarments," he replied, his voice laced with amusement.

She gave him an annoyed look despite barely holding back a smile herself. "You're impossible, do you know that?" she retorted, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss him. He accepted it readily, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her flush against him.

His tongue immediately prodded at her mouth, teasing her lips until she opened up for him. He wasted no time dominating her mouth, and she couldn't win that fight even if she wanted to. So instead, she tried to keep up with him, caressing his tongue with her own while tangling her fingers into his soft curls.

His hands, which could never stay idle, started moving up her body, and she caught her breath, causing him to chuckle.

"Cold?" he asked innocently, knowing she was feeling anything but.

"No," she answered anyway, diving into his lips again.

When his fingers brushed against her breast her heartbeat sped up igniting his hunger but he managed to keep himself in check, he always did.

He unlaced her leather top with uncanny precision before pushing one of the straps to the side and grasping her naked breast. The nipple was already pebbled when he flicked his thumb against it. Thiriann moaned in his mouth, her grip on his curls tightening as he continued teasing the sensitive nub.

He released her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck to her collarbone as his free hand revealed her other breast. She pulled his body to hers, needing him closer needing to feel his sturdy frame press against her. Her fingers grasped his shirt, trying to pull him closer, to feel more of him but all too soon he pulled away.

His tongue flicked over her collarbone before he replaced it with his lips and she felt her knees trembling.

“Why don’t we make ourselves comfortable? “ he whispered in her skin "Come darling.”

With elegant ease he knelt on the grass pulling her down in his lap. She followed and they both freed her from her top completely.

Their lips met, wet and messy, and Thiriann's hands were hot against his back, his shoulders, his arms, anywhere they could reach. He opened them against her and allowed her tongue to enter his mouth and glide against his.

He tasted of fresh herbs with just a slight hint of citrus. He'd known they would kiss, known that she'd give into his advances, and prepared for it.

All too soon he took control again and she was swiftly pushed down onto the grass with him crawling on top of her. Astarion shifted his weight onto his right arm, his left hand pressing first to Thiriann’s chest and then sliding down, his fingers tripping over hard cartilaginous bumps and dragging over the soft skin of her belly.  Despite his cold skin,  heat bloomed everywhere he touched making her pant in his mouth. He shifted lower kissing down her exposed breasts,  her ribs, taking the time to linger when he reached her belly, and that simple act felt more intimate than anything they'd done that night and her chest swelled with emotion. Soon he reached the hem of her pants and was as fast at untying their laces as he'd been with her top and within moments, he was helping her slip out of them.

He hooked his fingers in her newly changed underwear and tugged, bringing them down her slender legs.

The fragrance of her sweet blood filled the air along with the scent of her arousal. It was such a heady combination he felt his mind turn hazy.

Her eyes were firmly trained on the stars, afraid of seeing his reaction. It was silly and unreasonable but despite everything he'd said she still felt shame run through her and settle in her stomach. She squeezed her hands around her midsection just a fraction yet it caught his attention and he looked at her face once again.

Soft lips met her knee and she finally trailed her eyes from the stars to him.

“Gorgeous,” Astarion breathed his eyes fluttering shut as he inhaled deeply, cheek resting against her leg.

“You look simply ravishing my dear.”

She smiled a bit at the praise but it did little to settle her nerves.

Astarion eased her legs over his shoulders taking the time to caress her thighs on either side of his head. His eyes were trained on her glistening center, glowing with an animalistic sort of hunger.

It felt a little strange, a little daunting... then she felt his breath and then his tongue.

He licked over her folds gently, tracing the places blood had smeared over her thighs. She could see the blood on her hooded clit followed immediately by his tongue as he made sure to clean ever spot of it.

There was no sucking, no nipping, no light teasing of teeth yet. His tongue circled over her clit, just the wet flat of it, and the move got her to exhale a shaky breath.

Her big, shiny eyes watched it closely, the slow yet firm dragging of it making her insides clench. He did nothing more than lick her that way yet that simple movement awakened a tempest of desire within her.

Circling around her hole he felt like he was teasing himself as much as her.

His tongue, moving lightly and almost experimentally, traced over the seam of her before he dipped in deep. A satisfied shiver ran over his body at the intensity of her sweet taste.

Her core tightened up and she had to remember to keep breathing, but it was so hard focus on anything other than his movements on her.

Thiriann let out a breathless little moan when he dipped back down to her, lapping at her with wet flicks of his tongue that she could hear. He opened his mouth wide before tracing his tongue flat from top to bottom and licking all of her.

Her chest rose and fell, stopping only on a hitch of breath when he swirled his tongue over her clit. His lips followed, sucking on her before pulling back and teasing her again. He ate at her with vigor and ferocity she wasn't prepared for, as if the very taste of her was sustaining him, which she supposed was partially true.

He pulled back then and she whined in disappointment making him chuckle at her needy reaction.

“Tsk tsk. Impatient aren’t you, darling? Don't worry I'll take care of you.”

She could only whimper as she felt his hand prod at her center teasing her slick folds before finding her clit and gently rubbing circles on it.

Astarion glanced up at her face, intent on watching her expression as he eased one finger into her and then another.

She groaned at the intrusion, her body squeezing his fingers, trying to accommodate them inside.

Satisfaction rolled over her as his fingers filled her, thrusting in and out with practiced precision. She moaned as he rubbed insistently over her the delicate spot within her, building up the tension inside her before suddenly pulling out.

He brought his fingers to his lips before dragging his tongue languidly over the digits making sure her eyes were on him the entire time.

He made a hum of approval and she left like she might burst into flames on the spot. It was obscene, utterly mortifying and incredibly arousing. A loud gasp left her chest and she had to fight the urge to hide her face.

“Don’t be shy, darling. You’re delectable.”

He was playing with her, a predator playing with his prey and she was entirely at his mercy. He dipped his fingers inside her again and she whimpered at the realization he’d just pull out again and leave her empty.

"Do you like that, my sweet?" Astarion breathed aiming his fingers at her sweet spot again, caressing it over and over, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

“Astarion, please…” she nearly sobbed tilting her hips into his touch.

“Hush,love.” He shut her down instantly “Be a good girl and you’ll get what you desire.”

The taste of her blood on his tongue and the power over her were getting to his head, making an intoxicating thrill run through him.

 She bit her lip, fang digging in as he pulled out to lick at his fingers again. The low growl that left his mouth at the taste set her skin aflame.

He continued his little game for some time, bringing her to the edge over and over before stopping right as she was about to tip over it.

A thin sheet of sweat broke over her body, the frustration and maddening pleasure making her writhe and thrash against the ground.

Finally taking pity on her Astarion planted his thumb on her clit and pressed. Thiriann cried out into the night, her hips jolting at the overstimulation.

“You’re doing so well. You can come now love.”

A sob of relief left her lips at his permission and it barely took a few circles of his thumb before she unraveled.  Astarion’s cock throbbed as she spasmed around him, squeezing his fingers almost painfully. He ran his tongue languidly over his slick fingers one last time all while watching her breasts heave as she got her breath back.

It wasn’t enough, it wasn’t nearly enough. He wanted more.

She breathed out his name as he made his way to her hole again, this time going over it with his tongue, dipping just slightly inside. She was still so very sensitive but it was soft and cool against her, applying the barest amount of pressure and she let herself enjoy the delicate licks. Slowly their intensity began to increase and she let out a whimper as his pointed tongue went over her clit.

The usual precision of his movements seemed to be faltering the longer he went on. His tongue flicked and his lips suckled and she shivered, moaning now with every exhale.

He grabbed both of her cheeks, digging in his fingers and spreading them before plunging his tongue inside her. A loud unrestrained moan left her lips at the rough treatment and she dug her fingers into the grass. He fucked her with his tongue, plunging in and out relentlessly. It was cool but getting warmer from her heat and oh so nimble, spinning it inside her, licking at her walls mercilessly, exploring all of her.

She moaned his name over and over, the proximity to their companions long forgotten.

She was close; she could feel it in her spine, in her stomach, in her fuzzy head but still her orgasm took her by surprise the second time. She screamed his name as she came and it made him growl right against her core as she pulsated like a heartbeat.

 She mewed and panted, and the arching of her back and the trembles of her marvelous body and those damn sweet little sounds she made had him grabbing her waist, keeping her in place as she tensed up from pleasure. Her hands slid of the grass and onto his own that gripped her middle, holding onto him as much as she could.

He slowed down when she came but never took his tongue away, instead he circled it around her hole, over her sensitive lips. He liked every crevice, every fold making sure he didn’t miss a single drop of her delicious blood, chasing her taste.

She shuddered as he licked her clean, even opened her mouth to tell him to stop, it was too much, too good.

All trace of the pain or discomfort was gone as she panted sated on the grass.

He eased away from her watching her with a strange expression on his face. If she had to name it, she'd say he looked pleased with himself and maybe a little puzzled.

Despite licking the blood from her for so long, his hunger had only increased, the flames in his belly burning angrily at being teased but not sufficiently quenched. He’d gone even paler than before, shaking ever so slightly as the hunger pangs shot through his body.

He grit his teeth tightly, trying to get some semblance of control over himself.

She looked absolutely delectable under him with her delicious blood that had rushed to her cheeks giving them a rosy hue and her skin beautifully glistening with sweat. He was sure he could hear her heartbeat as it raced.

She touched his face, just a light brush of her fingers. Astarion seemed only mildly surprised that she would lift her hand to touch him when she absolutely didn't have to, but he didn't stop her or say anything about it either. She cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing over a high cheekbone, then under his bottom lip.

Astarion," she whispered, her breath ragged. "Come here you can feed from me” she said, sitting up to face him.

His face softened momentarily but it was for such a brief moment she wondered if she didn’t imagine it. Instead, his expression was quickly replaced by his usual mischievous smirk as he leaned towards her.

“I was so hoping you’d say that, you sweet generous thing.”

The speed of his hands betrayed his urgency, one wrapping around her shoulder and the other holding the back of her head. It was somewhat awkward to feed in this position, face to face with him between her spread legs but the moment his fangs sank into her neck, nothing mattered anymore. He sucked a long pull of her blood and sighed happily as its heavy weight hits his stomach.

Her body went limp against him, leaning her weight on his sturdy frame for support.Her hands pressed against his chest and she could feel his muscles tense under her as they working on swallowing her down.

Faster than usual her vision began to swim and she used the strength left in her arms to push him away gently.

He growled low in his throat but went willingly. Despite the difficulty of letting go, he felt immediately better after, in control over his body once again.

“Thank you my dear that was…” he paused changing direction mid-sentence “ A truly succulent meal”.

And a very dangerous one by the looks of it.

He saw her eyes move lower down his body and settle on the prominent tent of his trousers.

“Oh? Still not satisfied darling? Aren’t you just insatiable.”

 “I'm quite satisfied, actually," she replied, a playful glint in her eye and his ego visibly swelled.

"I was thinking we could take care of you now," she purred, a suggestive smirk playing on her lips.

Her words gave him pause.

“I'd love to but what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you do all the hard work after the day you've had?”

"So, you don't want to?" she asked, her voice laced with genuine confusion. He could safely assume no other lover before had refused her affections.

He considered her offer for a moment, probably too long a moment for something like this.

It had been a while since anyone had offered to grant him pleasure and even longer since he'd accepted.

His body was thrumming with arousal from being kept on edge for so long, from the fresh blood coursing through his veins but he also felt exposed, still feeling a little raw from his earlier loss of control, a sick feeling of vulnerability twisting inside him.

She looked so openly earnest in her desire to please him and something in his chest squeezed painfully.

“If you wish to please me my dear, well, you won't hear me complaining. “he said, leaning back on his hands and presenting the beautiful curves of his body in what he knew was a very flattering manner.

It had the desired effect and her eyes widened, lust written all over her features.

She moved her hands down his front, trailing her fingers over stomach and feeling his abs tremble underneath admiring how he was so sensitive to every touch. Finally her hands reached their destination, pressing gently against the bulge of his pants.

She unlaced his trousers slowly, lacking his precision but making up for it with determination.

His eyes never left her face as she dragged her fingers over his pale blue underwear, tented and soaked around his tip before pulling it down, releasing him from his confines.

In all of their times together she'd never managed to see him fully like this and now nerves were kicking in making her tremble. He was longer than she thought and slender, tip flushed an appetizing dark pink . She traced the tips of her fingers over him, over the blue vein that ran up his side and watched with fascination as it twitched.

As her fingers brushed his bare tip he let out a gasp but caught himself midway and it morphed into a salacious moan. Despite being thoroughly satisfied the sound brought a wave of arousal that made her tail curl and twitch against the floor.

He smirked catching the movement with his eyes.

“You like that, don't you darling?” He teased and she flushed being caught barehanded.

“I like it when you feel good.” She admitted in the end.

“Is that so? You'll have to work a little harder than that I'm afraid.” He said with amusement in his voice.

Determined to rise to the challenge she shot him a mischievous look before she started to bend over, shifting her position so she could return the favor and take him in her mouth but his hand grasped her shoulder preventing her from moving.

“Your hand will more than suffice my dear.” He said with a seductive smirk, but she could see the strain in his eyes.

For a moment, she wondered if he was shy, but shyness was a word she could never imagine associating with Astarion.

Regardless she carried on, wrapping her fingers around him and setting up a gentle rhythm. He was so wet, precum leaking copiously over his tip with every stroke. She spread it over his length enjoying the smooth glide of her palm against his velvety skin.

Thiriann stroked him with the kind of concentration Astarion had only seen her use when casting a spell. This was all strangely new, they have his partner's undivided attention on him, focusing on his every reaction.

She tried to repeat the movements that elicited the strongest response from him but his moans were strange, coming up in odd times that didn’t match her motions. So, she followed the ques of his body instead, the little tremble or occasional shiver as she tightened and twisted her grip.

She thought he'd preen at the attention as he did with all other types of attention. But instead he seemed to shrink into himself , his back slightly hunched and hands tightly fisted in the grass under him. The closer he got to his peak, the quieter he was becoming; the salacious drawled out moans turned into short breathy gasps, interrupted every so often by a low groan.

“You can lean on me.” She whispered. He hesitated for a brief moment before leaning forward and pressing his head to her shoulder, both his hands gripping the curve of her waist.His fingers traced over the cartilaginous bumps there feeling up her form.

It felt more intimate than she expected with her sitting fully naked between his legs, with one hand grasping at his shirt while the other pumped his length. She could feel him breathing against her, smell his sweat mixing with the soap he’d used and hear every sound that came out of him.

He moved closer to her, slotting his face in the crook of her neck. His fangs brushed against her skin as he panted and the image of him feeding during his climax swam behind her eyelids. But that would undeniably end her even if the thought of feeling his bite as he fell apart in her arms filled her with yearning. 

He nuzzled against her ear with a gasp and her heart kicked up in tempo, beating furiously in her chest.

His muscles tensed and released under her, hips thrusting in pace with her hand and when she brushed a particularly sensitive spot, it caused a full body shudder that ended in a whimper.

Suddenly he stilled, muffling the cry that rose to his lips against her throat and she felt warm liquid hit her breast and forearm as he spilled in her still moving hand. He took a few quick breaths through his nose as he emptied completely before sagging against her.

Astarion panted quietly, relaxing the grip he had on her hips but not releasing her from his hands, thumbs moving to gently rub circles over her skin.

She unwrapped her fingers from his length and lifted her hand curiously. The cum spattered on it felt almost warm, glistening in pearly white. She wasn't sure what she expected but it looked perfectly ordinary.

An overwhelming urge to taste him rose within her and she brought the coated digits to her lips.

Astarion turned his tired gaze and watched as she inserted her fingers into her mouth. Salty metallic taste coated her tongue as she swirled it between the digits, cleaning them thoroughly.

“You deviant.” He said but there was no heat behind it.

“Hardy worse than what you were doing to me up until now.” She quipped.

He huffed an exhausted laugh before pulling back and tucking himself in, lacing his pants back up swiftly.

“No, I suppose not.”

Taking a look at her, Astarion could confidently say that after their tryst, she unsurprisingly looked worse for the wear, even though she wore a blissful little smile.

"Thank you for this. I think it helped actually," she said drowsily, and he was once more caught off guard.

"Why don't you come to my tent tonight? You can take a much-needed break from the noise, and in the morning, we could continue where we left off," he said, dipping his voice low and suggestively. Thiriann was taken aback by his offer and wondered if that was his strange way of asking for a cuddle. Regardless, his offer sounded incredible, and she couldn't wait to just lay down.

The wooden plank he slept on was far from comfortable, but she'd noticed he'd taken to covering it with his blanket or a bedroll whenever she slept over. It was a small gesture, but it meant a lot all the same.

"I'd like that," she replied.

[thiriann]

“How’s your WIP going?”

"Have you made any progress?”

“How close are you to being done?”