Haunted (AO3 fanfic, rated Explicit, currently ~250K words) Chapter 22
Chapter 22 summary: A new sense of purpose strikes you after tangibly helping one of your companions, and you're not alone in your happiness about it. Trying to celebrate that feeling with Astarion leads to more testing of your patience, but it's buried beneath his unexpected reaction to your trip down memory lane. You also learn his eyes might just be a little bit green when it comes to a certain Druid, and you stop beating around the bush.
Tags include: Smut and lots of it, angry sex, rough sex, angst, blood drinking, vampire bites during smut, Dom/sub (Dom Astarion), public/semi-public smut, consensual throat fucking, canon-typical Astarion violence, action/adventure, kind of a slow romance burn, exploration of dark canon issues, BG3 spoilers, who needs sleep I'd just dream of Astarion anyways, spanking, shower smut, use of a makeshift gag, a lil backdoor play, orgasm delay/denial, edging, cockwarming, under the table throat fucking, invisible throat fucking, tabletop 69, thigh riding, praise kink, fingering with leather gloves on, sex in front of a mirror, creampie
Haunted - Chapter 22 - IntoTheGallifray - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]
Excerpt from Chapter 22 (NSFW):
He waves a dismissive hand. "That's neither here nor there." His voice grows quieter, his posture almost slumped, and his next words catch you completely off guard. Heâs clearly read more into Halsinâs actions than you have. "Do you want to fuck him, pet? I'll not begrudge you for having needs, if so."
"'Needs'? Astarion..." Tamping down all of your previous apprehension, you figure it's time to speak plainly again. "I only want you."
His eyes are illuminated by the mixture of fire and moonlight, and he's quick to tug you behind a rock formation and press you up against it. "Are you quite certain about that?"Â
You catch the flash of hope in his gaze, but it's still weighted with disbelief. Like he can't trust his own ears â they even twitch as though emphasizing that.
"Really..." You gasp when he's quick to reach under your dress and delve his hand into your underwear. His fingers stroke between your folds and your knees almost buckle. "Your body can't lie to me the way your words attempt to, pet. You're practically dripping."
Gripping onto his arms to steady yourself, you make your insistences. "I'm wet because your hand is in my underwear, Astarion. And because of how you pulled me back here."
He shifts closer to you, his fingers lazily stroking you. "So it's for me then, is it?"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you, Astarion." You peer directly into his eyes. "I'm yours."
"Why?" He looks surprised by his own vehemence.
A small, hoarse moan sounds in your throat as you grind against his hand. "That first night in the woods, when I asked you to come inside me, to claim me as yours..."
He swipes across your clit, a piercing intensity in his gaze as he watches you tremble. "I'd considered it forgotten, pet. I know you didn't mean it."
"Except - mmm! - I did. Even back then I meant it. And I mean it now." An absolutely dumbfounded expression overtakes his features, and you can't help asking. "Do you believe me?"
"I... well, considering I literally have my âfinger on the pulseâ" â he proves his point against you and you twitch â "I find I can't answer that with a ânoâ."
"Good." You take advantage of his newfound confusion, grab his lapels, and kiss him soundly.
He returns it, still stroking you as he pulls you close.
"Drink from me." It's spoken against his lips, you're not even bothering to disguise your desires. "Make fresh fang marks so they all can see who I belong to."
"You know, pet." He nips your lower lip. "You don't need to pretend you enjoy my bite that much for my sake."
"I'm not pretending, Sir. Can't you f-feel it?"
"Hmm..." His swirling fingers spread your very obvious arousal. "I think I might need a closer look, actually."
Your brain doesn't catch up as quickly as he drops to his knees, flips your dress up, tugs your underwear aside, and replaces his fingers with his tongue.