I haven’t posted in foreverrrrr because BBGirl has been occupying a lot of time with sleep regression and need for constant contact. And obviously, she is my first priority in all things.
I have been writing though, and since @amoremagnificentbastard tagged me in a WiP figured I might as well share some progress work:
Here is a no context snippet of a *very* NSFW … let’s call it “moontime kink” chapter that I’m writing for my fic. And some accompanying WiP art. (TW: mention of blood drinking/ vampire doing vampire things)
With one last hard kiss but no other warning, he withdrew his hand from her leggings.
Tav protested immediately at his sudden discontinuation, grabbing his wrist and attempting to guide him back.
“Patience, my love,” he murmured in her ear, “I can’t have you crying out and drawing every Flaming Fist in the area to our little alley, now can I?” He ran his tongue the full length of her pointed ear, enjoying her shudder and her nails digging into his scalp.
He couldn’t help the wide grin spreading across his face. She pouted so so prettily when denied what she wanted. His little bard was utterly charismatic, it was a rarity for her not to get her way, and he enjoyed teasing her. Besides, he had his little treat to indulge in.
Bringing his hand up, they both peered at the evidence of her cycle coating his two middle fingers, dripping down his wrist. Out of all the beautiful, colorful, interesting things he’d seen today, the sight of his love’s cycle blood glazing his hand was by far the most satisfying.
Still though, Astarion ducked his head a bit to catch Tav’s gaze, and maintained eye contact as he brought his hand to his mouth. He licked her fluids slowly, beginning at the drips on his wrist, sweeping his tongue over the palm of his hand and up toward his long fingers. He was taking the opportunity to savor the divine mixture of her arousal and menstrual blood.
In over two centuries this was by far the best thing he had ever tasted. Immensely better than any animal blood. Even more pleasurable than drinking the blood of thinking creatures. The thick liquid was richer than any fine foods he could remember eating. More decadent than the most robust and rarest wine in Cazador’s cellars. Astarion sucked his fingers individually, to draw out the experience of the first taste of her cycle. All the while staring deeply into his lover’s eyes.
“Thank you, Tav” he whispered, putting as much emotion and sincerity into his voice as he could, needing to convey the depths of his gratitude for her entire person. Her disgruntled expression melted away and she smiled up at him, apparently enjoying the sight of him tonguing out the remainder of the blood from under his nails.
He rose to his full height to gaze warmly at his little love. He kept the two fingers that had been inside her resting on his bottom lip, the tip of his tongue still searching for hints of her deliciousness, and smiled lasciviously.
“Shall we continue on our way to our room, my darling?”
“Yes, obviously, let’s fucking go!”
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