Synopsis: you, a vengeful vampire slayer, cross paths with the devious and handsome Astarion. Instead of a stake through the heart, Astarion finds something he thought impossible for vampire spawn. A mate.
The finale. The meeting that has been destined in the stars. Shall you both agree to the mating bond, or go separate ways?
Words seep into your brain and wash it in all this new information. You read and reread the passage on Vampiric Mates as if it could give you anything new. It feels like your brain is processing and then restarting at the last moment. This couldnât be right, right? If it is, if you two are mates, then Astarion knew. He knew and he didnât tell you. He didnât tell you when you met, didn't tell you when you had kissed him. Hells he didnât even tell you when you fucked in that abandoned temple. You had gone through every step of the mating process without a single inkling of understanding. You wanted to be angry. You wanted to feed this into your earlier rage at Astarionâs dismissal of you. But it honestly just made it make sense. Mates didnât get to choose whom their mate was destined to be. He didnât have a choice. He never once had a choice in 200 years and once again the universe did not give him a chance. The moment he tastes freedom, feels the sun on his skin again, he lays eyes on his mate. Not just any average person, a vampire hunter with a thirst for blood. Who damn near kills him in his tent. Were you still upset at being duped? Upset he ran instead of talked to you? Of course, you still wanted to punch him in his stupid perfect elf face. But more so you wanted to talk to him. To know what he felt, if this meant anything to him. If you meant anything to him. At the thought of you not, it made your stomach lurch. You recognize the feeling for what it is. That tightening rope feeling. A bond tie. A tethering to him that sung each time you thought of him or were near him. You had thought yourself just a silly schoolgirl for feeling such a strong emotion with his presence. Now it finally made sense. This whole adventure so far made so much more sense. You stood quickly and took a deep inhale. You needed to make this right. You needed to find him. You needed to find your mate.
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Astarion tears through his chest once more as he paws his belongings again and again. Everything was here but that damned book. Worse yet, your scent lingered around the chest as if mocking him. He wants to believe it will magically appear under some shirt and silly old Astarion simply missed it. But the back of his mind knew better. He saw the hurt and rage in your eyes last time you saw one another. In that dim tavern stockroom. You had ran from him so fast he had barely a moment to think. By the time he got to camp he could smell you had been there, the one trait he is thankful for with this bond. Your scent trailed from his tent to yours. He hadnât even thought of why you had been near his tent. Without a second thought he had paced near yours. It wasnât until he gave up and went to his own tent that he thought more about it. Especially with your scent wrapped inside. Thatâs how he came to be here, rifling through his own things. Desperately hoping you didnât see the one thing that carried his secret. Well, both of yours secret. His hand rakes back his perfectly sculpted hair as he tries to catch his breath. He had two options. Find and confront you, which seemed horrible. Or pack a bag and run for the high hills and never look back. As much as that option entices him he realizes he couldnât even if he wanted to. One being that the tadpole would still be a problem and not one he believes he could fix on his own. Secondly it would mean leaving his mate. A dark gnarled pain twists through his spine at the thought. Even just imagining leaving you, never seeing you again woke some ancient horrible feeling that burrowed deep. Well, that left option one. Astarion stood, he tried and failed to calm his nerves. He was just about to open his tent flap when your hand poked through the opening. You lean into the tent and make eye contact with Astarion. The connection bursts through a feeling of utter euphoria. Both of your bodies flamed with the feeling of the entwined bond. Your skin tingles as if it begs to touch his. He feels the same as his teeth aching to plunge into your delectable neck and claim you as his own. To bite every surface you have exposed. As much as he wants to throw himself at you. To forget words and let his body do the talking, he resists. He was tired of that being his form of communication. Of sex and touch being the way people got to him. Of how they perceived him. He wanted.. more. He had not a single clue what âmoreâ included. But he wanted to try. No matter how much it made his fight or flight trigger deep in his belly. His feet ready to take option two and start running. But instead he clears his throat. You reach behind you and hand the mating book to Astarion.
âI believe this belongs to you.â You start, timidly. Your eyes say it all. Your (e/c) eyes swimming with apprehension. Youâre so visibly nervous it reminds Astarion of a tender little lamb. Frightful but curious. Anticipating with anxiety. He, the lion, wanting to gobble the lamb whole.
âI guess that means we need to talk.â He replies, not sure how to start this conversation. You just nod your head, Astarion opens his mouth ready to let whatever words spew from his mouth but you hold a finger up.
âNot here⌠maybe somewhere private?â You ask. He only nods, ready to follow you anywhere you take him. You hold out a hand to him and await his. He looks down at your open palm. How warm and inviting it is. The thought of even just holding your hand sparking hope in his chest. He knew better than to think this was anything but you letting him down. Of denying wanting to intermingle with someone with as much baggage as him. Someone as damaged as him. He wouldnât blame you one bit. Really he would think it for the best. For you to break this bond and not go near him; or Cazador for that matter. But then you give him a small smile and usher with your hand once again. He tentatively puts his hand in yours. But maybe he could have just a little hope.
You lead him past your fellow companions' tents holding his hand. A few eyes watch you as you make your way towards the forest. Karlach meets your eyes and gives two big thumbs up which nearly makes you snort if it wasnât for the anxiety bubbling in your chest. You lead Astarion to a clearing near the flowing river a bit aways from camp. You had grabbed a large plush blanket with throw pillows and laid them out before you had gotten Astarion. For once you wanted something to go right. For a special moment to be curated and simple. Not during a battle or on accident. Not in an abandoned temple or a psychics tent. But an evening of just you and him. Of twinkling stars and the silence of a night-lit blooming forest. However this is to go, whatever his decision may be, it would be between the two of you in a neutral setting. Somewhere you could lay your hearts open to one another. You sit down on the blanket and pat the spot next to him. Astarion sits next to you, craning his neck up to watch the stars alongside you. You both sit in silence for just a few minutes. Enjoying watching the stars in each others company. You wish this is all it could be. But you knew it had to be discussed.
âWere you ever going to tell me?â You ask, shifting your gaze from the sky to Astarion. He meets your gaze and you see the flash of anxiety come and go from his eyes. You keep your face neutral as best you can.
âIn the spirit of honesty, I donât really know. I didnât know what to think or what to do.â He replies with a sigh. He throws his arms behind him and leans back into them. He stares down at the ground as if far away in thought.
âAs far as I knew mates were only for true vampires. A rarity for them, not many of them able trust one another to ever find their mate. So naturally being a spawn I thought I couldnât have one. It simply wasnât something I ever gave much thought to.â
âAnd now that you have one?â You prod further. You ache desperately to put a reassuring hand to him. To tell and show how much you support him at this moment. But you didnât want to persuade him one way or another. Especially not guilt him by any means. He takes a long drag of a breath and continues on.
âI should be asking you this.â You scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. He steals a look over to see your confused face.
âIs this, all of this, what you want?â He ushers between the both of you. You canât help the little grin that reaches your face.
âAm I not obvious enough?â You tease. He grunts in response.
âI donât just mean the ungodly good sex darling. I understand I come with myâŚ. Complications. Complications that have been quite a thorn in your side.â He dances around the word vampire. Almost fearful to bring up something he knew was his largest flaw. What good does a vampire spawn do as a partner? He was your antithesis. The opposite of your lifeâs mission. Plus he would go on to live unless someone got fidgety with a stake. You, however, only had so much time. He highly doubted you would join in his immortality. You look lost in thought, tongue stuck out in thought.
âYouâre not wrong. I hated all vampires. I didnât discriminate between them, all of them monsters to me. My father had foolishly thought to gamble with one, to generate more wealth than we would ever need with a debt owed to Cazador. I never found out what he owed him, all I know is that it was grand enough for Cazador to personally come and slaughter my whole family. Besides me. He had said I wasnât worth his efforts. So when I met you I naturally hated you.â Before Astarion could make a snarky comment you continued.
âBut then I got to know you. To see you for more than what you are. That just because you are a vampire doesnât mean youâre my enemy. If anything you have been quite the opposite.â You finish. You can tell a bit of tension eases from Astarions shoulders.
âSo where do we go from here? 200 years and Iâve never known what more was. That there was a âmoreâ. Forgive me if I am a bit out of touch.â Astarion replies. You nudge your shoulder with his.
âThatâs fine old man, we can take it slow.â You tease. He frowns at your jest before a soft smile breaks across his pale face. The moonlight illuminates him giving him an ethereal glow.
âWe. Us. I like the sound of that.â He replies.
âAnd no more running away when we need to talk! I might still stake you, you know.â You playfully slap his arm. He fakes being wounded giving you a pout.
âI make no promises, little killer.â He grins. It would be hard for him to break the habit. Preferring running and hiding. But he could try, for you. âNow may I suggest we consummate this mating?â He leans over towards you, hands resting on either side of your hips. His face just a breathe away from you. A slight chuckle falls from your lips.
âI believe we already have.â You tease. He gives you an award winning smile as he leans in closer. His lips brushing ever so slightly against yours.
âCouldnât hurt to once more, or maybe a few more times.â His eyes dance from yours down to your lips and back up to you. You lick your dry lips as you watch him drink you in.
âOnly a few?â You whisper your head barely beginning to turn into his. Half lidded eyes drawn to him.
âMaybe more than that.â His voice is barely there, red eyes blown wide with lust.
âI sincerely hope even more than that.â He grins as you say that.
âNow that, my dear, is something I can promise.â He says as he seals his lips over your own. You greet his lips in earnest. The kiss is sweet. Perfect. Enveloping the longing, the caring that flowed between your bond. Astarion walks his hands forward, pushing your body back onto the blanket. You follow his steps as you tangle your fingers in his hair. He hovers over you, losing himself in the kiss. Astarion had had many lovers but kisses with you were like no other. As if fireworks set off inside of him. Sparks of pure adoration going off within him. He nudged his way between your legs and you gladly let him. His leg swings upwards, pushing your other leg farther away. His groin comes in contact with your clothed center. Chest to chest, you groan into the kiss. One of his hands comes to glide down to your waist and grip your hip. The other holding himself up by the forearm. You trace down his neck before slipping your hands to his front. You trace his body slowly till you meet the hem of his shirt. You glide your hands under and place your hands flat against his abdomen. Though he feels always a bit cool you feel nothing but flames. You trace random patterns along his front. He deepens the kiss, exploring your mouth. His grip on his hip massaging the tender flesh there. Your hands go higher, nudging him to remove his shirt. He grins into your kiss as he leans back. He grabs his shirt and all but rips it off his body.
You stare awe-struck at him. The way his body is so beautifully sculpted as if he was a statue in a museum. Chiseled to perfection by the universe's best artist. His curly white hair disheveled, flowing with the slight breeze. His eyes hungry and trained on you, gauging your constant reaction. His hands find the ends of your shirt and he teasingly strokes it upwards in slow motions. You lean up and watch him take your shirt completely off. His hand reaches to your jaw as he leans in for another kiss. All the while you begin to loosen his trousers.
âSo needy.â He teases into your lips between kisses. You smile and break the kiss. You lean up to and press your lips near his pointed ear.
âI canât help that I want my mate.â You whisper to him. He shudders at your words. Mate. Gods the title sounded so good coming from you. He nibbles down your neck in earnest. Leaving love bites and hickeys in his trail. He ruts his hips into yours. His hands go all over. Touching every inch of exposed skin he can access. Kneading and caressing every part of you. Your hands wander his body as if touching it for the first time. Mapping out as if you could forget it. His kisses travel across your collarbone and to your sternum. One of his hands comes up to softly play with your breast. His hand kneading the soft skin. Occasionally his fingers come up to twist your nipple in a delcious rhythm. You grind against him in desperation for more touch. For more of him. Your fingers undo his pants and begin to tug as much as you can in your position. Astarions lips come up to your perked nipple and begin to suck. His eyes trained on yours to gauge your reaction. You throw your head back in ecstasy as a rough moan escapes your mouth. You make no show of covering any sounds, letting Astarion hear how good he makes you feel. His hand plays with your opposite breast as he sucks and bites at your sensitive bud. You writhe, desperation growing in you. The fire he builds inside you is quickly building to an inferno.
âPlease Astarion.â You whine. He comes off of you with a wet pop before he stands. He makes quick work of his pants and immediately kneels and sweeps yours off just as fast. You lay bare to one another. Basking in the moonlit glow of each others naked bodies. Astarions eyes drink you in. A soft look on his face, adoration evident.
âYouâre beautiful.â He tells you. You give a wide grin before you open your arms and usher him closer. He immediately follows and finds himself between your legs again. Though he brings himself much lower than before. His face resting just above your heat. You watch his actions and you can feel your breath catch. His eyes stare hard into yours as he brings his tongue out and licks. The flat of his tongue going from the bottom to the top of your slit. Your nails dig into the blanket as you arch your back. Astarion devours you like a man starved. Spreading your folds with his fingers to delve deeper. His tongue caresses your insides sending shivers up your spine. You cry out his name like a prayer.
âAh- A- astarion!â You cry over and over again. It only spurs him on, chasing your ecstasy to get you to your high. His fingers join in his ministrations as he plunges two fingers into your wet opening. He curls ever so slightly as he motions a come hither inside of you. All the while his tongue laps and sucks at your clit. The stimulation is all too much, your whole body buzzing.
âAstarion- ahh- Iâm gonna-â you can barely moan out, your whole body too consumed in rapture.
âCum my love, show me how good I make you feel.â He purrs against your skin. You reach your climax, cumming on his fingers. He works you through it, slowing his fingers' pace. He looks up at you to see your lust filled face. He leans upwards to catch you in a searing kiss. You can taste yourself on his lips. It sends a thrill through you.
âAstarion please- I need you.â You cry, arms grabbing at him senselessly. Itâs as if you forgot all sense, Astarion the only thing that mattered. The only thing that exists.
âOh with pleasure, my mate.â He gives you a devilish grin. You clench at his words. Mate. God you could listen to him call you that a thousand times and not get sick of it. He lines himself up with your entrance, using your slick to lube himself properly. He enters you slowly as you both moan wantonly in union. You wrap your hands around his neck to hold onto something. His arms hold himself up by the back of his forearms on either side of your head. Your bodies touch as he rocks into you. Itâs intimate. Something very foreign for Astarion. Everything he had done was quickies. Hard and fast to reach a climax to be finished with. But you. Oh you he wanted to take his time with. To ruin you, completely and wholeheartedly. To mark you as his in every crevice and nook of your body. That his signature would be branded so deeply into your skin no other man would even think to come near you. You are his entirely. His hips speed up in rhythm. Skin slapping onto skin echoing with your shared moans.
âSay it again.â Astarion grunts out. His eyes find yours, begging. You swallow dryly. The bond is so strong in this position, in this eye contact. As if your body thrums with it. You would give him the world and stars if he asked for it at this moment. But you already knew what he wanted.
âAstarion, my mate.â You reply. He groans, biting his lower lip. His hips speed up, becoming sloppy. Your body is wrecked in pleasure.
âAgain.â He growls.
âMy mate. Mine.â You say once again. At that Astarions fangs plunge into your soft neck. Stars line your vision. You feel out of body. Lost in a sea of utter pleasure. You reach your finish together, Astarion spilling his seed inside of you. The bond ties tightly between you both. Unbreakable. You hug his body close as you come down from your high. He releases from your neck and moves to lay next to you. Your hands intertwine as you look up at the stars together. Both attempting to catch your breath.
âWell, what now darling?â He asks you between puffs of air. He looks over at you. Those crimson eyes full of adoration.
âWell. I guess we save the world.â You reply with a chuckle. He squeezes your hand.
âI think we are going to have a lot of fun together.â
Part 9 here
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I really hope you guys enjoyed the series! I will be focusing on one shots and requests from here on out! Also if you got the Twilight reference give me a holla!
my favourite part of baldurs gate so far is the stardew valley grandpa showing up to eat cheese in your camp and tell gale that his ex gf wants him to kill himself
Synopsis: you, a vengeful vampire slayer, cross paths with the devious and handsome Astarion. Instead of a stake through the heart, Astarion finds something he thought impossible for vampire spawn. A mate.
Astarion, unable to deal with the consequences of the mating, flees. You however learn a great deal with the help of a certain book.
The echoes of your combined panting pound against the granite walls of the ancient temple. Your heart rate still sky high as you try to remember how to breathe. Once finished, Astarion had rolled over to lay next to you. Both of you without a proper word to say after that. You felt like you had a million thoughts racing through your head. So many feelings and sayings you wanted to burst out of you. But all that came was a jumbled mess in your head that fell flat on your tongue. Sex had never been like that before. Sure you have had good lovers, talented ones even. But this. This was different. It stirred something else in you. A closeness that you felt in your bones the moment his teeth sank into your flesh. That this vampire, this agonizingly cocky, arrogant, self serving vampire, was someone you now⌠cherished. A bloom of affection took root in your stomach and was furrowing out into every section of you. You turn your head to look over at him. His eyes closed as if in thought.
Astarions mind races just as fast, but for entirely different reasons. His whole body is screaming to run. Fight or flight shocking his system into overdrive. To leave this, whatever this is, hard and fast. This was the beginning of his doom. Of the downfall in his tether free, master free, lifestyle. For all his years of honing his skills in manipulation, Astarion finds himself being the one wrapped around your finger. His body throbs with the reminder of what he had sealed with his actions. The words mate mate mate repeating over and over again somewhere deep in his mind. The words used to describe mating bonds from passing vampires or that book compared little to the experience of it. It was something stronger than even the pull Cazador has. Something built into his DNA. Every fiber, every muscle wired now to be attuned to you. But how could he do that to you? He may be callous, Gods know he isnât one for caring, but he found himself doing so with you. Of caring what this meant for you. To you. That without your choice, without your consent, you had unknowingly stuck yourself to someone like him. Youâre a vampire hunter for Gods sake! You would be degrading yourself for being with him. It was below you, even if you couldnât see it for yourself. Astarion prays to whatever God would even listen to him that you would not feel the bond's presence. That the pull would bounce off of you. That you both could go back to insulting one another with maybe another romp or two. But when Astarion opens his eyes he finds you already looking at him.
âThat was..â you trail off. Astarion pleads your next words wonât be kind. That youâll break his heart into two and say something horrible. That youâll demand to never do it again. So in his wallows he could know you would move on. Find someone worthy of you. Someone not to live for eternity as a manipulator, a puppet in a grand plan that would surely cast him aside. At least broken, he could still watch out for you. Could make sure your every need met, that his mate would be safe. Safe and far away. Far away from him. Far away from Cazador.
âAmazing. Not bad, blood sucker.â Your eyes twinkle as you finish your sentence. For the jest you put in your last sentence he can see the meaning behind it. The affection behind your eyes. You attempt to wrap your hand in his. Fingers interlocking in a warm embrace. No, no. No, he had to stop this at once. He couldnât do this to you. He puts on his mask, that face that looks as if he didnât have a care in the world. He wringes his hand out of your grasp and hoists himself up. With his scarred back to your questioning face he steadies himself. He squeezes his eyes shut, as if to not be present for what is to come out of his mouth. The poison he knew you would one day come to appreciate. Even if his mind screamed to stop.
âIt was alright but I will take the flattery, now if youâll excuse me. Iâm off to find a comfortable bed.â He throws a hand out as if to shoo away the conversation. He takes a steadying breath and lurks over to his discarded clothes. He doesnât dare look up to see your face. He can feel the hot stare on the back of his head already. He knows if he looks back at you; if he sees the way your face morphs into confusion and sadness, it will surely break the facade. That he will run back to you and take back his actions. But he trudges on, getting dressed faster than he believes he ever had before. Within a wink heâs already stranded you there naked on the table. You look around, as if your environment would give you any clue. What had just happened? One second your flirting, the next fucking, then heâs just.. gone? Sure maybe he wasnât a cuddle type. You could deal with that. But he felt so cold. Unfeeling, as if this was a decent enough fling and he had had his fill. Was that all it was? Putting action to words spoken this entire adventure? A passing bit of fun? Now done, he could discard you? You scramble to get your clothing back on. You hurry out of the temple hoping to catch him before heâs gone. But it is as if he rode the wind and disappeared.
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You hoped and prayed he would be back at camp once you made your way back. Though unfortunately, all companions were accounted for minus one vampire. Karlach had been the last into camp so you went to her to see if she may have seen him out and about.
âKarlach! Hey! You hadnât seen Astarion by chance have you?â You run over to her, panting as you bend over to catch your breath.
âWoah woah woah. Breathe soldier. I think I saw him at one of the taverns in town. Whatâs going on?â She asks. Her strong arms crossed over her chest as she looks you over. Since meeting you sheâs had a protectiveness about her when it came to you. Only an idiot couldnât see how Astarion and you flirted back and forth. From the look on your face, something was up. And it was not good.
âWhich one?â You ask impatiently. She shakes her head and leads you over to her tent.
âFirst youâre going to tell me whatâs going on.â She returns. You make yourself comfortable on a plush pillow as she sits cross legged in front of you. Once youâre sat you fall into your hands. Forehead resting on your open palms.
âI donât know! I wish I could explain it!â You start. You grasp at your hair, searching your mind for what even had just happened. You tell her everything that has transpired. Her face changes from excitement to anger by the end of your tale.
âI knew it! He couldnât be trusted! Once I get my hands on him-â Karlach starts. You throw up your hands and shake them wildly in front of you to stop her sentence. Something in you screams to protect Astarion. You knew how Karlach could rage, he didnât deserve that. At least, not until you spoke to him.
âKarlach no! I just- I just want to talk to him.â Your voice falters. You feel deflated, listless. If you could just talk to him you could figure this out. Right? Karlach studies you. The way you wrung your hands back and forth anxiously. How your eyes look big and lost, nearly wet with tears. Gods you must be falling for the vampire. She groans and picks herself off the floor.
âFine, fine. Since you look like a love sick puppy i'll tell you. But one misstep and itâs his fangs next time I see him!â She warns, wagging her finger in your face. You give your best smile albeit it still looks drained. She tells you the tavern she had seen him last. You give her an air hug as a thank you and scamper out of the camp. Karlach watches as you race off towards the town center.
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As good a pickpocket Astarion is, he didnât quite manage to steal enough to buy a decent enough wine. But this vinegar concoction would have to do for the evening. He sighs to himself, watching as he swirls the red liquid absentmindedly in his glass. His head rests on his hand he has propped up on the bar counter. The bar top is sticky with sloshed beers, people chatting and cheersing away around him. The mood is cheerful, gleeful even; with a band of barbs playing loudly in the corner. Elves and tieflings alike dancing away the night. Bartenders move swiftly, collecting orders from the numerous parched dancers and bar regulars. Astarion had paid enough upfront for the bar maid to leave the whole bottle with a sultry wink. Normally he would have chased it down. Gotten free wine and romp out of one exchange. But her beauty, her want of him, was nothing if not pale to him. His mind is entirely wrapped in thoughts of you. His stomach ached against the feverish bond pounding away inside of him. It gnawed at him. Begging for him to find you, check on his mate, to inhale your scent and never let go. It pushed into his throat and he swallowed around the lump of misery. Just as he put the glass to his lips once more he caught a familiar scent. The wafting of that familiar lavender, the bounding pulse that was so distinctly you. His ears perked up and he whips his head to look around. You were bounding towards the tavern, he could tell. His heart sang, brimming with life at the thought of you close. He shuts down the feeling as quick as it comes as he scampers to find a way out of this. He was not ready for this conversation. He needed one night to steel himself in the misery he needed to cause. The bar maiden notices Astarions nervous glances around and walks over to him.
âNeed something handsome?â She does her best to push her breasts close together as she leans over the bar. She gives an award winning smile, looking Astarion up and down. Your scent grows stronger in Astarions nostrils.
âYou donât happen to have somewhere private by chance? Iâve got an angry lover on my tail, and I have a feeling sheâs going to be here quite soon.â Astarion explains to the bar maiden with a cheeky smile. She gives him another look up and down. She muses this must be a very bad pick up line and wiggles a come hither at him. Astarion follows the woman towards the back, desperate to be hidden. Just as he is out of sight, you barge into the tavern. You look the place over at lightning speed. Nothing is a miss, a quite normal tavern. Joyful dancing to the band playing for the night. People in different small crowds socializing with one another. There is only one seat open at the busy bar with a forgotten glass of wine. Something inside you whines that he must be here. You damn near feel like you can smell him. I must be going crazy, you think. You look for him once more over the crowd before falling into the empty seat. A tiefling man sits to your left nursing a large stein of ale. Itâs quite obvious from the numerous empty glasses surrounding him that he had been here for some time. You decide to try your luck and ask if he had seen Astarion.
âYou didnât happen to see an elvish man with white hair here recently? Tall, slender, reddish eyes?â You describe to him. He brings a finger to his chin to ponder. He sways slightly back and forth on the stool as he scrunches his nose in thought. You just about thank him for wasting your time before his eyes widen.
âAh yes yes! He was- he was uh. Yeah he was just here.â He replies, gesturing to your seat.
âWhere did he go? Did he happen to say?â You ask, hope growing in your heart.
âHe followed the bar lady- went behind. Back room.â He pieces together, belching between each word. You give him a quick thanks before you hop off the stool. Your heart in your throat, you round the bar. The other bartenders are too busy with patrons to notice you diving back towards the employee only section. The back hallway only hosts tankards of ale, barrels, and cleaning supplies. You nearly given up before you notice a wooden door in the darkened corner of the hallway.
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Astarion follows the elf bar maiden to a back hallway. Thereâs only one other room beyond the supplies littered about. Low candle light flickering large shadows across the hall. She takes his hand in hers and leads him to the door. He thinks nothing of it as your scent hits him harder, announcing your arrival. Anything to scurry away would be a luxury right now. She thrusts Astarion into the closet before shutting the door behind her. The room is small, filled with shelves of food supplies, more ale and wine bottles, and other miscellaneous items. Itâs quite dark, a few old candles nearing their end in random spots. A leak from the roof trickles rhythmically at the far corner. Before Astarion can take a breath of relief the woman pounces on him. Her hands twine around his neck as she pushes him into a kiss. Astarions hands flare up in shock, eyes wide as if stuck in place. She takes his moment of shock to thrust her tongue into his mouth, moaning into his lips. Her hands twirl into his feather soft hair. This was nothing like his kisses with you. Those sparked lightning in his body, brimming his undead body to life. This was just skin to skin, pale in comparison. Astarion grabs her hips, hoping to politely decline with a nudge. Though before he can make space between their bodies another person comes tumbling into the closet. Astarion curses the Gods above that he chose to drink his sorrows away with piss-drunk patrons and horny bartenders. But with a glance over the womanâs shoulders his eyes fall on yours. Your foot propelling you forward, stuck in motion. Your hand is still gripping the doorknob as gasps of exertion leave your lips. Your eyes say it all. Blown wide in shock before cementing into pure pain. Even in the dim light Astarion can make out the way hurt curls in on your face. A crack whips up the bond. He can feel his breath leave him at the nauseating feeling. The bartender turns from her kiss with Astarion to investigate who came into the room. She gives an annoyed look over her shoulder, nose curling in disgust.
âUm employees only. Canât you read? Kinda busy right now.â She scoffs. Just barely can Astarion hear the hiccup you let out. A fat wet tear rolling down your soft cheek before you turn and walk away. Astarions body moves of its own accord. He shoves the woman away from him as he makes haste to the door. He barely catches your disappearing scent as he walks back out on the crowded bar floor.
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Cold night air slaps harsh against your skin as you dash from the tavern. Tears roll freely down your cheeks as you attempt to catch your breath between cries. Your heart pumps in your chest as you run down alleyways and streets. It feels as if your mind is sputtering, engine dying and failing to compute. So thatâs what he had meant about finding a comfortable bed? Someone elseâs? Jealousy and rage thunder in your veins, turning your body to pure ice. You had been so stupid! So naive! Here you were, a strong and capable vampire hunter, being distracted for games by a spawn! Tears dry in your eyes as the fury takes hold of you. That delicate piece of you that held Astarion begins to crumble into a ball in your heart. The tether to him you had started to feel in the temple engulfed in flames. Your feet move quickly, taking you right into camp and into Astarions tent. You wanted to rage. To put your hands to use and shred everything in sight. To destroy and put fire to anything he cared about. How dare he use you! How dare he toy with you! Your head whips back and forth in attempts to find something to bring your vengeance upon. You eye the large ornate trunk Astarion keeps his personal belongings in. You kneel before it before ripping the top open. Inside lies a scattering of things. Clothing, mirrors, art pieces and a few books. You dig around a bit before your eyes land on that gaudy romance book he had been insistently reading. Any moment he seems to be on his own his nose is buried in that book. Several times you had stolen glances his way or happened to peer in his tent only to find him reading and rereading that very book. What good is a romance book to someone playing the games he does! Itâs ludicrous! It nearly makes you laugh in anger at the thought of him reading such a loving novel when he himself had shattered your heart. You tear the book from the chest just as you hear hurried footsteps coming towards camp. Most everyone had gone to bed already so you assumed itâs Astarion. You exit his tent and plunge into your own. You zip the entrance tight, making a very obvious do not disturb before you scuttle back onto your sleeping pad. A few minutes later you hear Astarions feet coming towards your tent. The scent of bergamot and rosemary wafting in. The scent encompasses your senses, relaxing you. You almost let the feeling carry you, to snuggle into the familiar scent. Before that rage takes hold once more. You turn from the tent entrance and lie on your side. You float in and out of sleep as you dream of Astarion.
Astarion putters before your tent entrance, half tempted to rip it open. His mind pleads to do just that. To try him damnedest to plead his case. To show it was all a misunderstanding and should be shoved to the past. But he could see how it looked. He had taken you, left coldly and then is found kissing another woman. It looked bad. It was royally fucked. One part of his brain reminds him that he should be happy. That this is what he wanted. Distance between you so you could flourish without the weight of him holding you down. But the ache of your misery and hatred stabbed Astarion sharper than any blade. He felt like his throat couldnât open all the way. His muscles aches, heart crying out. How on earth did any vampire get anything done with the waves of emotions the bond made one feel? He finally decides, against his heart's judgment, to go to his own tent.
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Breakfast was tense. More than tense, cut throat. Astarion did his best to stay clear of you, avoiding you every moment he could. Seemingly having something to do when you came near. A black cloud followed you, rage nearly palpable near you. Everyone stepped on their toes around the two of you, no one bringing up the obvious. Karlach attempted to talk to you, to try to soothe you. But you wanted none of it. As much as you appreciated your friends' attempts you wanted to sit in your anger. To let your body go through the emotions it needed to feel. You had hidden the book you stole from Astarion in a secluded spot near camp. In case he noticed it missing and decided to ransack your tent. You were childishly hoping he would notice it missing and confront you. Just so he would acknowledge you. Gods you just wanted to argue. To yell and fight and curse and then make up. You wanted it so badly you could nearly picture it, a daydream rewinding in the back of your mind. If Astarion felt the same he certainly didnât act like it. He ignored you as best as he could. Once or twice you tried to confront him yourself. Foolishly thinking to be the bigger person. Even if the bigger person punched him right in his jaw. But alas, he swerved away from you like the plague.
Your first attempt was at camp after trying to settle your mind and eat something. But the moment you went where he had just been in the forest he was already gone. You then tried again when everyone had dispersed into town. You had all decided to stay one more night in the city, to prepare for your trip to the next destination. You tracked him through the city streets. You followed unnoticed behind him, watching him turn and go behind a shop. Just as you round the corner, words ready at your tongue, he was nowhere to be seen. You tried to find him again but itâs as if he had disappeared from the city. Fed up, you let the sorrow take root once more as you tucked tail and went back to camp.
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Astarions chest puffs with anxiety as he lays flat against the building wall. Squeezing his eyes shut in silent prayer. He had smelled your scent the moment you started to follow him into town. He had tried to ignore it at first. Hoping that you would give up once you noticed he wasnât paying you any mind. Then he tried to shake you, turning down streets quickly with no real rhyme or reason. But still your pulse and scent felt as if it bites at his heels. Finally he decided to dive behind a shop and hide behind an alleyway wall. Thankfully you had given up the search as you made your way behind the shop as well. He sighed in relief as he slumped to the ground. His heart ached, throbbing in pain. This couldnât keep going on. But he didnât really know what else to do but return to his old habits. Hide.
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Eyes wet with tears, you made your way to the secluded spot you had found near camp. Nestled in between thick trees and a flowing stream was a short jagged rock formation. The rocks sat on one another creating a craggily diamond head. A perfect spot to get away, and to hide someoneâs book. You rest against the rocks as you watch the steam go by lazily. Fat tears plop onto the group beside you. You tried to wrap your mind around what has happened. What do you even do? You think itâs best to just forget it. Forget any of it happened and move on as if it never occurred. But at the thought your stomach lurches. Pain sharp as ice cinches your heart. To forget that night? To forget Astarion? Who were you kidding. The vampire had come and twirled himself into your heart strings. So tangled you donât recognize who is who. Your relationship or even your feelings, for another never felt so strong before. As if the worldâs axis tipped at the point of where Astarion stood. Your center of gravity in a reality you found completely upside down. A year ago you would have been hunting his kind down. Forcing them to out the man who had butchered your family and left you to witness it all. You too weak to even be dealt with. But now you would strangle who would do the same to Astarion. Yes he had his flaws, giant glaring flaws. But there was someone full of grief and loneliness under the facade. Of someone who had bared torment from your tormentor.
You tilt your head back and close your eyes. The rocks cool on the back of your head. You take a deep breath and sigh, tears finally leaving you. You reach behind you to grab hold of Astarions book you hid in between the rocks. The raunchy book cover greeting you. You shouldnât have taken it. It was childish, done in anger. You should just walk back to camp, toss it in his tent, and leave well enough alone. But as you grab the book in both hands you notice the cover slip. The hardcover underneath is worn with old leather. You slide the rest of the cover off. The title reads âMates in Five Different Species: Fate Driven Partnershipâ. Something sparks in your mind. A sense of deja vu. Like a long forgotten memory scratching at the precipice of your brain. You open the book and start to flip through. You find a certain page dog-eared, obviously reread from the worn feeling of the pages. Itâs the beginning of a chapter titled âVampiric Matesâ. As you read the words it hits you. A sudden all powerful wave that would have surely swept you off your feet. Your skin tingles as goosebumps ride along your extremities. Your mouth is dry as your throat constricts. You can only think of one thing. Mates.
Synopsis: you, a vengeful vampire slayer, cross paths with the devious and handsome Astarion. Instead of a stake through the heart, Astarion finds something he thought impossible for vampire spawn. A mate.
The bond sings as you and Astarion take it a step further.
(Pure smut baby, this is more rough but I promise a soft one before this ends â¤ď¸)
âWith pleasure.â Astarionâs voice is laced with hot desire. Soaked in the guarantee of your total demise and resurrection. Ensnaring you in the promise of carnal devotion. Ever the faithful, your moan lets out the prayer your body has for him. Pleading for him to have you seeing the stars.
Astarionâs hand shoots up from your interlocked grasp and snatches a fistfull of your (h/c) hair and yanks. Your head whips farther back as your face hovers just below his horizontally. His blood red eyes are blown and wild. A man starved and now offered a ten course meal. His tongue glides over his lips and over his fangs absentmindedly. A moment later his plush lips crash onto yours in a searing kiss. Itâs full of want, of desire so powerful and raw it takes the breath out of you. Shivers run a course up through your body. You moan wantonly into his kiss as his tongue delves into your mouth. His other hand comes up to squeeze your hip and massage into your flesh. Nails leaving crescent shapes into what exposed skin there is. His touch rivals that of heavenly intervention. He touches you as if already an expert of your body. One being melting into another perfectly made for them. You bring your hand up and twirl it into his silver locks. He growls at your touch and the hand that was on your hip paws at your hand. Seizing it, he throws it back down onto the gray stone desk.
âYou can touch when I say you can touch.â His voice is guttural, raw and blistered with the heat rising in his cold body. The time for soft touches and gentle caresses had since long passed. Passed the moment he couldn't take you in that tavern room. He would normally be one for pacing. For the mewls of delight in the soft and slow. To stretch out the time so long one would forget where one would start and he began. Whisper sweet nothings and tease every last drop out. But this was different from any of those times in his 200 years. For those it was them full of lust and star crossed love. He was merely completing a task. Or on rare occasions he got to enjoy it to a degree. But this. This was.. different. This was a drug he hadnât known he missed out on all his life. A drug that warped his mind in the most delicious of ways. Creating a crave stronger than that he faced of human blood during his time with Cazador. You invaded his mind and senses and left him only wanting more. It was in your scent, the sweet smell of lily and lavender. In your touch, one that stroked flames he thought were long since extinguished in his undead life. Worst of all was your eyes. They were a chasm, an endless abyss he fell farther into with every glance. He wanted, no needed, to claim every inch of your perfect body. To fill every pore with him and leave you marked. His fangs piercing every delicious section of you he could get his hands on. If not only for others to know that you belonged to him. Though his mission was for you to never want others. For them to never compare to what he can give you.
He unfurls his hands from where they are and uses them on your hips to pivot you towards him. Your hands twitch at your sides, desperate to hold onto him. To wrap yourself around him and not let go. To have every inch of skin touch his so you may never know what it is like to be without him. You lean into the desk, dizzy with arousal to keep yourself up entirely on your own. He closes the gap between you two and slots himself in between your legs. His fingers graze under your shirt and trails upwards in light scratches. They dance around your bra before going to unlatch it in the back. With it undone he balls your shirt up in his hands. He makes a notion with his chin to have you raise your arms. You comply immediately, arms shooting up. Swiftly, you find yourself shirtless with him throwing the clothing somewhere aside in the room. Bringing your hands back down and at your side feels as if itâs killing you slowly. He notices your distress and only gives a breathy chuckle. His lips find the edge of yours in a quick kiss. He then strings kisses down to your jaw and then to your neck. There, he places a flat tongue on your pulse point and licks. Arousal douses between your legs, your neck craning away for more access to him. Like a dog with a bell, you offer yourself to him. For one of his addicting bites. He takes the invitation but only gives small love bites. No fangs involved. He can hear your pout as you realize he isnât giving you what you want. He gives a lovers mark to your neck as his hands once again massage into your sides.
âSo needy for me.â He murmurs into your skin.
âI- I justâ is all you can manage out before his hands begin to knead your aching breasts. His thumb coming up on each nipple and rubbing over them just lightly enough to send shockwaves down your spine. He takes your earlobe between his teeth and tugs playfully. His words sultry sweet in your ear as he rests cheek to cheek with you.
âIf you want something, ask.â He tempts you.
âI want to touch you.â You respond with no hesitation.
âAh ah ah, whatâs the magic word?â He taunts you. He travels downwards, bending in order to take your nipple in his mouth. He suckles onto your sensitive nub while his other hand works on pinching and massaging your other nipple.
âP-please!â You beg. He had barely touched you and you already felt needy. Overstimulated just from his words and touches alone. You craved more and more would still not be enough.
âAnd?â He continues. His hands leave their ministrations on your breast and float to your pants. He works the buttons of them as he waits your next words.
âPlease sir!â Oh. Well he had been looking for a âthank youâ but that did so very much more for him. His erection grows painful and he ruts into you without thought. The power he held over you in this moment was intoxicating. The sir only expediting that.
âSuch a good girl for me, go ahead.â He praises you. Your arms scramble for his neck and loop around. He lifts himself up to meet you in a fiery kiss. Tongues dancing as you weave your fingers in his hair once more. You press him as close as you can, desperate for more of him. He breaks the kiss and gives you a devilish smile. One that promises so much absolute sin. Kisses rain down your chest to your stomach as he finally frees your pants and tugs them down. He gives a wide open mouth kiss to the front of your panties. You balance back on both arms as you watch him. He gives kisses and nips along the outer edges, marking your inner thighs. He takes the fabric of your underwear in his teeth and drags them down. His eyes boring into yours all the while, cocky as always. Your legs shake as your head falls back in bliss. You let out a shaky sigh as he helps you shimmy out of your pants completely. More nips and kisses follow before his hand rests flat against your sternum. You lift your head to look at him quizzically. He only presses further and you fall back onto the table. Your hands rest next to your head as he positions your hips to the edge of the table. He kneels before you ready to worship your body. He lifts your legs up and over his shoulders. The flat of his tongue swipes slowly bottom to top of your molten center. A surprised moan tumbles from your lips. Licks follow suit as he maps you out with his tongue. His tongue must be cursed or blessed with the way it moves with such skill. Lapping up your wetness in a way that rivals any succubus. His tongue finds your clit and his lips give you a kiss. From there he gently sucks, creating delicious waves of heat straight from your clit. You wish to claw into something. To hold on to dear life as Astarion makes a meal out of you. One hand squeezes onto your hip as the other comes up to where he kisses you. His fingers go into a v as he spreads you before him. He leaves your clit with a wet pop before watching himself spread you.
Everything about you was so incessantly perfect he wonders if itâll drive him mad. The way you shudder and gasp at his every touch. Or how dripping wet you get for him before he has even entered you. He had said it once in jest, but he truly does believe the Gods may have made you just to ruin him. You were temptation incarnate, and he was but a weak man before you. He delves a finger into your plush walls and sensually curls his finger back and forth. Your whines only pick up in volume as he strokes inside you. Soon enough he builds a pace and he adds another finger to the mix. His tongue laps at the juices you give to him. There has never been such a delicious nectar to him. His own source of ambrosia. A well of liquid delicacy for him to take as he pleases. Your breath comes in hot spurts as you drive up the hill of ecstasy.
âAh-Astarion! Iâm gonna-â your voice shakes as your body builds in momentum. Astarions fingers curl exactly where you need them to. He gives you one final slurp as your toes curl. Your back bends up as you slap a hand over your mouth. Your scream of ecstasy muffles behind your fingers. You feel nearly shame from cumming so easily. Astarion sees you gagging back your noises and in a flash is on top of you. His finger lace around your wrists on either side as he glares daggers into you. You can barely swallow under his piercing gaze.
âDonât you ever hide those delectable noises from me, I want to hear exactly how good I make you feel.â He warns you. You can only nod weakly in return. Your breath trying to fill your lungs once again. You notice the way his loose white shirt tickles against your exposed chest.
âI think. I think itâs quite rude that you arenât also undressed.â You try to puff out, giving him an exhausted smile. He gives you one in return and draws back to his full height before you. You watch as he practically rips the shirt off of himself as his pants follow suit. You lean back on your elbows to look over him in all his glory. His body is but a work of art. All toned chest without a single blemish. His cock stands tall against his abdomen, bobbing in anticipation. You salivate at just the sight of him. He canât help but grin at the hungry look in your eyes, eating up the sight before you. On shaky legs you wiggle off the table and move in front of him. He watches you as you begin to sink to your knees in front of him. He grasps onto your shoulders before you can get down.
âThereâll be another time for that. I want you now.â For all his confidence you can sense the stronghold desire has on him in his voice. The way his adam's apple bobs up and down. How his eyes drink all of you in, never settling for just one spot. His pupils blown wide. You trace the pad of your finger under his chin and look up at him.
âSo thereâll be another time? Quite self assured.â You tease. His hand comes up and grabs your throat, his thumb under your chin as his hands grip the back of your neck.
âSo cheeky, with all that confidence letâs see how well you take me.â He throws back at you. Before you even blink he thrusts you to turn around. His arms come in large swipes across the table and scatters everything in sight. Trinkets, books and goblets go crashing to the floor as he pushes your front down onto the table. Your arms scramble for purchase on the slate as you look back at Astarion. He is the vision of wild abandon. Of carnal lust. He thrusts two fingers into your mouth with the order to suck. You do as you're told and wrap your tongue around the intruding fingers. A wet pop erupts from your mouth as he takes his wet fingers and slickens his length with it. You watch as he works himself to spread your saliva lubricant. You canât help the hearty moan you let out watching his perfect cock be stroked by him.
âEnjoying the show?â He teases as he quirks an eyebrow at you.
âVery very much so.â You reply he gives that same wild grin.
âVery very much so..?â He questions, slowing the pace of his hand. You swallow hard.
âVery very much so sir.â You fix your statement. He groans as he tightens his grip on himself.
âYou learn fast, lover.â He praises you once again as he lines himself up with your entrance. You wiggle yourself back onto him, grazing against his tip. His other hand comes to rest on the small of your back to keep you in place. He teases his tip against you, circling you but not entering. You groan in frustration.
âAstarion!â You whine. You try fruitlessly to move your hips in any way that could give you that much needed friction. He only tuts in disapproval. You have no other option but to squirm to get glimpses of his cock to brush against you.
âBeg.â The simple word falls from his mouth with all the confidence in the world. You whirl your head back at him.
âWhat?!â You ask astonished. His bravado doesnât falter a second.
âBeg for my cock. Beg for me to give you what you obviously, desperately, want.â His voice is like honey, liquid gold spun into words. He teases you along with rubbing his tip into your opening. Just barely the head of him pushing into your aching hole and back out again. Over and over he gives you a glimmer of himself, just enough to have you feel as if youâre in a frenzy.
âPlease Astarion! Please fuck me!â At your words he rams himself inside of you in a single hard thrust. A scream of ecstasy bounds out of you, taking all your air with it. Your nails dig into the desk clawing at nothing. Astarion grips your hips to ground himself and begins to pound into you. His hips meet yours in powerful spurts as he hits into you in a way that makes the world melt. He fills you in a way that stretches you perfectly. All your mind can think of is him. Of his cock. Of the way he makes you feel like no other person had before. With every slam of his cock you feel as if you may have died and went to heaven. A glorious warmth filling every part of you in a way that makes you forget you even have a body. You moan out his name as if itâs the only word you can even remember how to say. A prayer on your lips, Astarion all you know. Your babbling and whines only fill Astarion and spur him on. Every stutter of his name increasing his ecstasy. He hopes to brand the name on your tongue. To sear it into your mind. So then everytime you ever feel ecstasy itâs with the thought of him.
âWho is it that makes you feel so good darling?â Astarion asks between thrusts, grunts falling from his gritted teeth. You can barely get the answer out between groans.
âYou! You Astarion!â Your words jumble as his lifts one of your legs and lays it up and onto the table. The change of position only allows him in deeper, filling more of your quaking center. You feel so amazingly full, engulfed in Astarion. He brings one arm up to your shaking shoulder and finds purchase there. His grip has your front half bending back onto yourself. Astarion leans forward and gives you a searing kiss as he thrusts into you. Once he breaks the kiss he pulls back and out of you.
âAstarion!â You scream in frustration. You flip over and very nearly run to off the table to grab him. Before you can get off the table he wraps each arm over each of your thighs and slides you down. His cock once again slotting between your folds. You feel the throbbing of him sending shocks against your center. You throw your hands up and press the heel of your palms into your eyes. You may just go mad if he keeps up this teasing.
âNo no darling. I want to see that pretty face when I make you come. And I want your eyes on me when I fill you with my seed.â He growls. You push your hands up and away from your face. Your eyes trained on him as he lines himself up once again.
âYes sir.â You barely get out as your voice shakes. He gives you an appreciative squeeze on your thighs. His cock finds its way inside you once again. This time his thrusts are sloppy. Astarion knows his time is close, anymore of this and he may cease to exist. The scent of sex and sweat filling his nostrils. He needed to take you now. Your voice is scratchy and raw as moans tumble out of you. His hands move up, one encircling your waist while the other cradles your head.
âWho makes you feel so good? Who makes you cum?â Astarion grunts between hard slaps of his hips into yours.
âY-you. You Astarion.â You reply. His hips begin to falter, his climax reaching.
âWho do you belong to?â Astarion snarls.
âYou! You Astarion!â You all but scream. Thatâs all Astarion needs as his climax begins to hit him.
âMine!â He growls into your skin. Something animalistic takes over him. An ancient strong feeling of claiming. Without thought his teeth meet the flesh of your neck as he bites down. Your vision blurs as your shared ecstasy hits you as well. His bite throwing you over the edge. Your vision blurs and all you can see is the twinkles of his silver hair and the granite ceiling. Your peak filling you completely. Astarion claims you with his cum and coats your insides with him. The bond singing in all its glory in his head. A golden knot intertwines between your minds and tightens. A feeling of one, of shared presence washes over you both. Belonging. Togetherness. It cements into you both and glues you together. Astarion realizes itâs the bond clicking itâs final lock into place. By the look on your blissful face, he can tell you felt something to. What had he done?
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