Astarion's grip tightens against your jaw, tilting your head slightly more to give him better access to your neck. The initial chill of his bite has settled to a delicious icy throb. A moan rips from your kiss-swollen lips, relishing the feeling of your blood flowing into his greedy mouth. You scratch your nails against Astarionās scalp, combing through his tousled curls. A smile streches you lips when a shiver runs down his spine, and the hand grabbing your thigh tightens.
The majority of Astarionās body weight is blanketing you. His hips slotted between your parted legs, mindlessly grinding against the inside of your thigh, too consumed by your blood to be fully in control. You rub his back, shoulders, neck, any skin you can get you wandering hands on and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. This has him purring into your neck and rutting faster against your body, chasing more pleasure.
This night, you had made sure to stock up on extra health potions and lesser restoration scrolls so Astarion could have his fill without worry of any repercussions on your health come morning.Ā
And gods, you will be sure to make this a ritual from now on because seeing Astarion so lost in your bodyās comfort, so relaxed and focused solely on his pleasure. It has your heart pounding and arousal pooling between your thighs.Ā
Feeling the telltale signs that itās time for Astarion to stop, you grab tightly at his shoulder giving him a little shake. āStar,ā you slur.Ā
Astarion sighs through his nose, taking one last sip before unlatching from your neck. Heās still lost in the haze of his feeding, eyes glossy and unfocused, trying desperately to meet your gaze. Tiny trickles of blood fall down his chin and onto your chest, where he messily laps the droplets with his tongue. Astarionās hips are still pistoning against you, and little breathless gasps of pleasure escape his mouth. You swear youāve never seen a more gorgeous sight.Ā Then Astarion tenses, and with a choked sob of your name falls from his mouth, and he comes spilling onto your stomach.
The room stills.
Only the sounds of rapid breaths fill the room. Astarionās eyes are wide open, and his mouth is agape, looking down at the mess on your stomach. Youāre frozen, glued to the beads of sweat trailing down Astarionās chest, moving down the planes of his stomach.Ā
āShit,ā he backs away. An embarrassed flushāonly evident due to the recent blood consumptionā floods his face moving all the way to the points of his ears.
āFuck,āĀ you whimper needily, clenching against the rush of heat that simmers in your stomach.
Then Astarion lets you go, and you finally notice Astarionās distress.
āI-thatā¦shit,ā Astarion stumbles over his words and hands you a cloth to clean yourself with. āIām soāā
You pounce, and he catches you in his arms, looking startled. āDonāt you dare finish that sentence?ā You growl, claiming his mouth in a chaste kiss, chasing the metallic taste off his lips. āThat was so fucking hot.ā
He clicks his tongue and lets go of you again. Backing away, Astarion starts picking up his scattered clothes. āYes, IāmĀ sureĀ watching me cream myself like a boy being touched for the first time was justĀ soĀ attractive.ā Astarion huffs and rolls his eyes. āSpare me,ā
Feeling annoyed, you huff, knowing you need a different approach. Moving closer, you grab the clothes from Astarionās hand, throw them to the side, and cup his jaw. You draw him into another kiss and trail a hand up the smooth skin of his chest, stopping to circle your thumb around his nipple. Astarion signs into your mouth and runs both his hands down your naked sides, pausing to squeeze your hips.
āMy love, that was by far one of the most sexy things Iāve ever seen.ā Voice low and seductive, your lips barely pulling away from him. āSeeing you lose control, drunk on my blood, on myĀ body,āĀ
Astarion shudders when you scratch your nails lightly down his chest before taking his hand in yours. Smiling wickedly, you peck his lips and pull away, ensuring he can see eyes.Ā
āHells, Star,ā Pulling him, you guide his fingers to your dripping heat. āIāve never been so turned on.ā
This has the desired effect. Astarionās nimble fingers instinctually begin exploring, and you bite back a moan. He pulls away quickly to examine his slick, covered digits. When Astarion meets your gaze, all embarrassment seems to vanish, and heās pushing you back down onto the bed. He rests his forearms on either side of you, cradling your head. Astarion trails a thumb over the curve of your jaw. Your hands snake around his neck.Ā
You donāt think youāll ever get used to having Astarion look at you like he is now. Like you hung the moon and crafted each star so he would never be alone at night. It overwhelms you with such love that all you can do is pull him down and capture his lips. The kiss has no urgency, just two lovers enjoying the soft embrace. It holds the warmth of a crackling campfire, its embers building to something that leaves you needing more.Ā
Astarion coaxes your mouth open, and when you grant him access, he leads your tongue in a practiced dance. Feeling the tease of his razor-sharp fang, you moan, cupping the back of his head. You match the growing pace, hooking one leg over Astarion's hip to pull him flush against your body.
A groan rumbles through Astarionās chest, and he gives a playful bite to your bottom lip, earning a squeak you will deny if asked about later. One of his hands moves down to delicately play with your breast, kneading softly before pinching your nipple between his finger and thumb. You break the kiss with a breathless gasp, tugging at Astarionās roots, forcing a ragged groan from the elf. Astarion wastes no time to pepper kisses down the column of your neck.
āI donāt think I tell you enough, just how beautiful you are, darling.ā He mumbles against your collarbone before sucking a bit of skin into his mouth and playfully teasing it between his teeth.Ā
You chuckle, swing your other leg, and link them behind his back. āYou tell me at least once a day, handsome,ā
āYouāre such a sap.ā You tease and roll your hips up against Astarionās cock, already swelling once again.
āSee, not nearly enough.ā He pulls away from the freshly marked skin.
āYou, my love, are so breathtaking, exquisite, beautiful,ā Astarion emphasizes each adjective with wet, open-mouth kisses down to your chest before beginning to suck another mark just above your heart.
He grunts, grinding back against you. āOnly for you, my love.āĀ
Astarionās hand moves between your bodies to your neglected pussy. His deft fingers enter you with a wet squelch, and you instinctively buck into his palm. A whimper leaves your lips, and you dig your nails into the skin of Astarionās shoulder. He set a pace that is both agonizing and toe-curling perfect.Ā
āSee what youāve reduced me to, darling,ā Astarion whispers sinfully, voice low and filled with temptation, his thumb finds your clit. He applies light pressure rubbing tight circles.Ā
You throw your head, arching your back, clamping your thighs tighter around his waist. āFuck, Star.āĀ
Astarion picks up his pace just a notch; his mouth finds your neck again. āItās all your fault.ā He says before biting your ear.
You cry out his name, fisting the bedsheet, feeling the familiar coil building. You are so lost in your pleasure you barely notice Astarion is now rubbing his cock with his spare hand looking down at you with lidded eyes.
āM close Star.ā You cry, bucking your hips against his palm. āFuck.. donāt stop.ā
āI am now merely a sappy, love-sick fool who just canāt control myself when it comes to you.ā
Astarion is now pumping his fingers in and out of your sopping-wet cunt in a way that has your orgasm building quickly.
āThatās it, darling,ā He groans, kissing you softly. āLet go for me,ā
Electricity pulses through you, seizing every muscle, every nerve, and every cell of your body with blinding pleasure. Youāre moaning and babbling nonsense and pulling him into a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongue. Astarion continues his ministrations, helping you ride out your orgasm. Finally, when the heat simmers down, he pulls his fingers from your body, leaving you whining from the loss.Ā
Astarion is quick to put your whines at ease. āWill you give me one more, my love, please?ā Astarion practically begs, kissing you with the desperation of a starving man.Ā
The tip of his swollen cock slides through your folds and teases your sensitive entrance. You barely have time to choke out aĀ yes, please,Ā before Astarion is plunging into you with a grunt. Instinctually, you clench around his length, loving the feel of the fullness Astarion always gives you.Ā
āShit..so tight,ā Astarion groans and begins to thrust frantically into your heat. āAlways so perfect.ā
āAstarion.ā
All decency, coordination, and softness was tossed away. Both of you were too sensitive, too desperate for the other, to care for anything but mindless pleasure. It was messy, feral, and perfect. Astarion devoured your mouth, groaning against your tongue. His hands couldnāt seem to stay in one place, constantly caressing, grabbing, and massaging any part of you he could hold.Ā
You spread your legs wide and angled your hips, bucking against each one of Astarionās deep thrusts. One of your hands cups Astarionās jaw, keeping him close, and the nails of your other rake down his back, causing a violent shiver to run through Astarionās body.
āM-more..ugh, please.ā You gasp out between Astarionās feverish kisses.
He nods in return and grunts into your open mouth. āShit..ugh,ā
With a strength you hope never to get used to, Astarion effortlessly switches your positions. Your hands are on his chest, knees framing his slim waist. Heās on his back, smirking smugly up at you. You giggle dumbly, feeling dizzy from the sudden movement. That giggle turns into a wanton moan as Astarion thrusts up into you, hitting a deeper spot inside of you.
āYes... Star.ā Using the hold he has on your hips, he moves your body to pick up the brutal pace from before. āGods,ā
You bounce on your knees in time with his thrusts, and the room is filled with the slick sound of skin slapping against skin and collective cries of ecstasy. The pleasure is almost too much, and you feel the pressure bubbling again. You try to say as much, but a wave of pleasure has you gasping mindlessly, head lolling to the side.
Astarion wants to feel you come undone around him. Lose yourself so he can lose himself with you. So you oblige his request and snake a hand between your legs just above where Astarion is fucking you and begin to rub your clit in time with his quick thrusts.Ā
āLove, fuck..ngh,ā he chokes on a moan. His thrusts are faltering and getting sloppier.
āT-touch yourself for me... Iām close.ā He trails off grunting, but you donāt need words to know what he wants.
Itās all too much, the angle of Astarionās hips hitting the sweet spot inside you over and over, the delicious grip of his hand on your body, the tenderness of your clit as you add more pressure. Youāre so close and trying hard to keep looking at Astarionās beautiful flushed face and wanting him to be your last image before you fall into black-out bliss. But itās getting harder to keep your eyes focused. Your numb legs buckle, and you stumble forward; your orgasm is almost painful. It tears through your body, ripping pleasure from your trembling muscles and fried nerves. You bite into the flesh of Astarionās pectoral to stifle your sobs of ecstasy.
āFuck, darling, good girl.ā Astarion praises, grinding your hips against his. āShit... Iāve got you.ā And with a few shallow, pitiful rolls of his body, Astarion is cumming with a deep guttural groan filling you with ropes of his warm come.
He drops boneless, and you pant against his chest, heart still pounding against your ribs. You both are like jelly melting into a puddle on the bedsheets. You feel the drag of Astarionās fingertips drawing nonsense patterns on your back. Humming softly, you pepper kisses over his still heart.Ā
āShouldnāt be embarrassed āround me,ā you mumble, yawning against his skin, too tired to raise your head. The feeling of Astarionās fingers felt like a sleep spell. āI love you. Nothingās gonna change that.ā
Astarion stiffens under you, hand stilling against your back, clearly taken back. It takes him a bit to respond, but you donāt rush him. Just continue to kiss his chest and melt further at the feeling of his hands on your skin. Content just being here with Astarion.
He clears his throat before saying thickly, āAnd I love you, darling.ā Astarion moves slightly and pulls out of your tender cunt. In doing so, a gush of your combined juices spills down your thighs.
Ā āGross, now I feel sticky.ā You puff, grimacing at the feeling.
āHow about I draw us a bath?ā You nod silently and he sits you both up. However you refuse to get off his lap, clinging to him like a sloth to a tree.Ā
āCarry me?āĀ
He kisses the crown of your head. āAlways.ā Astarion scoops you up and carries you along to the bath.
Heya, I quite like how this turned out. I love writing 'rougher' smut, but sometimes the tender stuff just hits ya know? Let me know what you thought. I hope Astarion didn't seem ooc.
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āpairing: astarion āØÆ fem!healer!reader
ārating: MDNI 18+ ā wc: 13K
ācw: fluff, sweet-dirty talk, wounds caring, previous sexual tension, feelings, rain, porn with some plot, first time sex, body worship, bodily fluids, piv, masturbation [F, M], blowjob, cock warming-riding, creampie, overstimulation, aftercare, morning talk.
ā¹ summary. one brow arched. āoh, really?ā he asked sarcastically. āthen perhaps you can explain why youāre straddling me like you are, love.ā
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āHe was foolish. Reckless. Utterly stupid.ā
Those words spun like a storm in your mind as you watched Astarion dash into danger. All because Gale, with one of his grandiose schemes, asked him to be a distractionāa distraction, of all things. The sheer absurdity grated on you, especially after that cocky, charming smile Astarion showed.
For all his talk of survival and his centuries-old staying alive, he seemed oblivious to the risks he took, as if he actually believed he was invincible. That careless swagger, that excitement in his eyesāit frustrated you to no end. Why does he have to be like this?
You were the only one in the camp capable of tending to wounds after Shadowheart decided to go off on her own because of a disagreement. And he knew it all too well.
Heād charged straight ahead of a group of Flaming Fists, whoād been hell-bent on killing you all after a disastrous misunderstanding. How youād managed to escape with just minor injuries was still beyond your reach, but one thing was clear: if his recklessness didnāt kill him, you might do it yourself.
When he came to you later, sheepishly asking for a hand with his wounds, you were ready to refuseābut then he looked at you, with that pleading puppy look in his eyes that seemed to make all your frustration melt in an instantā¦ and you just gave in.
You stepped out of your tent, dressed in your camp clothes and carrying a small bag with bandages and supplies. The moment the cold night breeze swept over your face and bare arms, you regretted your clothing.
But you headed towards Astarionās tent. And as you crossed the camp, the faint patter of raindrops began to break the silence, with cool droplets striking the ground. You quickened your pace; the last thing you needed right now was to catch a cold.
The flap of the tent swayed gently in the breeze as you lifted your hand to brush the canvas aside and stepped in.
Inside, there was a warm setting given by some candles, and the rich scent of Astarion quickly enveloped youāhints of brandy and rosemary. And there he lay, reclining on his bedroll against some plushy pillows, with an opened book resting idly in his hands, though he wasnāt reading. His crimson eyes lifted rapidly to meet yours by the moment you entered, his brow raising slightly in surprise before a smile spread on his lips.
Astarion set his book aside with an elegant flourish, sitting a bit as his hand reached to help you enter in. āAh, my darling... at last. I was beginning to think youād leave me alone all nighāā His words cut off abruptly as your palm connected sharply with his cheek.
āThatās for risking your life like a fool.ā You snapped as you sat beside him on his bedroll.
He lifted a hand to his cheek and soothed the stinging sensation, shocked but faintly amused by your unexpected reaction. Before he could even part his lips to say something, you raised a finger to cut him off while dropping your bag on the bedroll with a firm thud.
āHonestly, Astarion, what in the hells were you thinking?ā You demanded, already taking a cloth from your bag. You didn't even wait for him to reply and just reached for his arm, where a nasty wound marred his porcelain skin. āRunning in like that without a second thought...ā You murmured to yourself, furrowing your brows in worry.
Letting out a sigh, you carefully wiped the wound. āWhat if I hadnāt been there? Or if youād got kiāā You shut yourself, swallowing down the knot of anxiety that had lodged in your throat since the fight ended. Memories of that night at the Tieflingās party appeared in your mindāwhen, just for a moment, heād looked at you beyond his enchanting demeanour. And how that left you feeling fragile in a way you werenāt ready to confront.
After a moment, you spoke more calmly, āYou canāt keep doing this, Astarion. You canāt keep risking yourself as if you donāt matter.ā
As you dabbed carefully at another cut, his face tensed in a grimace, and you couldn't hold back any longer. āI donāt care how bold you think you are, Astarionāthereās no excuse for being so imprudent. Youāre not some disposable distraction, no matter what Gale or anyone else thinks.ā You noticed how one of his eyebrows raised with that glint in his eyes. āAnd donāt even think about giving me that look.ā
For once, he simply fell silent, watching how your hands moved in his arm with the cool cloth with... perhaps an affectionate expression. Then his voice dropped, gentler than you'd ever heard it. āI didn't realise you cared about me... quite this much.ā
Your hands froze briefly, feeling a heat rising to your cheeks. You controlled your feelings. āWell, someone has to keep you in line, and Iām fairly certain neither of our lovely friends would be up to the task.ā You clarified, somewhat exasperated, but with some gentility in your tone.
You heard a soft chuckling from him, as he was aware of the truth in your words. Gently, his hand reached out to caress yours. āIt means... more than you think. To have someone caring.ā As your eyes dropped to his hand and then his face, you saw past his charm for a fleeting moment, past his sly smile to the man who hadn't known kindness in far too long. āThank you.ā
Your eyes widened while your cheeks rose even more, quickly looking again to his arm as you wiped another open wound. You cleared your throat. āJust... try not to make me need to patch you up every time we get into trouble, alright? For my sanity, if nothing else.ā
He gently caressed the back of your hand one last time before letting his hand fall to his lap. āOh, and miss all the attention you give me?ā He looked into your eyes, pouting a little but taking in the seriousness in your face. āFine. Iāll be more careful, love.ā His voice was laced with a teasing warmth, easing the sting of worry in your chest, making it almost worth it.
The rain began to fall harder, the deafening through of it slapping against the canvas. When you looked at his shirt, there was something about how it had dark patches of blood through that caught your attention. You could almost see the bruises starting to form and the scratches beneath the fabric.
You glanced up at him again. āAstarion, take that shirt off; I need to see whatās under it.ā
He raised one of his eyebrows. āEager, aren't we?ā He smirked. āI suppose I can indulge you, darling...ā
You gave him a soft smile for his tease, speaking exasperated but amused. āIām sure youāve got wounds under there, Astarion. Just take it off.ā
His smirk widened, clearly enjoying. āSuch impatience... Very well, love. Youāve earned the right to see what lies beneath.ā Then he reached for the hem of his classic white shirt, the delicate fabric gathering in his hands before he tugged it over his head in one fluid move, slightly disheveling his curls.
The shirt slipped away, revealing his chest and the sharp definition of his collarbones. The flickering candlelight danced across his skin, casting shadows over the subtle contours of his physique. His movements were unhurried as he was offering you a glimpse.
As he tossed the garment aside carelessly, it landed in a heap near the edge of the bedroll. The air between you seemed to shift. His crimson eyes showed a slight hint of vulnerability that he quickly masked with a smirk.
āBetter?ā He drawled, his usual charm creeping back. āIs the view satisfactory, or are you planning to strip me further?ā
You rolled your eyes, though the warmth blooming in your cheeks betrayed your mock tiresomeness. āOh, stop. Iām only trying to see how severe the damage is. Not everything has to be an invitation for your theatrics.ā With the cloth in hand, you pressed it gently to a scrape on his shoulder.
Trying to focus solely on the task at hand, you tried not to stare too long at the sight before you, but the way you moved closer left a sense of intimacy that you couldn't quite ignore. The quiet hum of your fingers tracing his chest and the lines of his abdomen made you feel the way his skin seemed to breathe beneath your fingertips. And you could swear that you heard almost inaudible sighs from him when your hands brushed over particularly tender sites.
The storm raged harder, hammering relentlessly against the tent as if the heavens insisted on being heard.
The wounds were worse than you thoughtāa mixture of gashes and dark bruises, a few of them with a touch of infection already setting in. Your eyes faltered briefly when your heart tightened at this sight as you moved from one injury to the next, cleaning them.
Astarion's gaze remained fixed on you, changing between your hands and your preoccupied expression. For once, the usual, confident, and charismatic vampire who normally danced with danger and seductiveness had taken his mask off. Showing the face of someone who, for once, truly trusted in someone else and allowed you to take care of him.
His breath caught when you reached a particularly deep gash along his abdomen, and you had to steady yourself to not flinch with him. The sound of his discomfort sent a tremor through your hands. Still, he kept his endurance and didn't flinch away from you; this only made your chest ache more.
He broke the silence with a low mutter with an odd weariness. āYou should stop doing that.ā
Your fingers froze, halting mid-motion. āStop what?ā You asked, but not looking up, trying to maintain your focus.
āCaring so much,ā he replied quietly. āIt doesnāt suit you.ā
You stilled, taken aback by his words, before you finally looked up to meet his gaze. āYouāre a fool.ā You shot back.
He let out a soft laugh, but it wasnāt the usual mocking sound; no, it sounded with a subtle trace of gratitude, or perhaps something far more complicated for him.
āYou know,ā he added after a long moment, his voice lower now, āIām not used to this. To someone looking after me.ā
You let your hands rest on his waist, looking up once more. āIām not doing this because youāre special,ā you replied with a snark tone. āIām doing it because youāre an idiot, Astarion. And if you keep getting yourself hurt like this, I might just tie you up next time to keep you out of trouble.ā
His lips showed that smile of his again, though more tenderly. āAh, my very own personal keeper. What would I do without you, darling?ā
After you grabbed and secured a bandage around his waist for his deep wound, you allowed your hands to stay on his body moments longer than necessary. You could feel the enveloping air between you; the silence was tense, though neither of you moved or said anything. Astarion's pupils were dilated looking at you, and they held a certain depth that seemed to pull at you.
Your mind was still so wrapped up in the care you'd given him that you barely noticed the shift in your own position until you relaxed to adjust the posture of your body. That's when the realisation hit you like a punch to the gutāyou were straddling him.
Your knees rested on either side of his hips, and you could feel the constant pressure of his pelvis against yours in a way that felt far too out of place.
A sharp breath caught in your throat, and you instinctively stiffened while a rush of hotness flooded your chest. Your mind started to race: āHow long have we been like this? How had I not noticed this before?ā The tightness of your hips against his, the way your bodies seemed to fit together so... naturallyāit was impossible to ignore.
But Astarion? He didnāt falter even for a second. His body remained relaxed beneath yours, with some sort of steady confidence, like he had no intention of acknowledging the shift in the dynamic. There was the faintest shift in his posture, a barely perceptible tightening of his grip on your thigh, but it went away in an instant.
āGetting comfortable, darling?ā He spoke smoothly, with a dangerous and devilishly enticing tone. His lips curled into that signature grin of his, but this time it was different; there was no teasing edge, no light-hearted mockery. Instead, there was a subtle weight to it, as it appeared to hold more meaning than it usually did.
āI must admit, I didnāt think youād be so forward, love.ā He purred. There was no mistaking the satisfaction in his voice, the quiet thrill touring his body of the intimacy at that moment.
The hand on your thigh slowly slid to your hip, allowing his fingers to linger there briefly before trailing up to your waist. You straightened up immediately, your face flushing while your pulse hammered in your chest because you had never been this close to him beforeāreally close. Too close.
āI wasn't... trying to be forward...ā Your voice tumbled, feeling a nervous tension twisting in your gut. Your words stumbled over each other, sharper than you meant them to be. āI was just trying toāā
āTrying to cure me, I know,ā he interrupted, his soft chuckle rolling over you like a sensual caress. āThough, love, such a delicate position for a healer. Wouldnāt you agree?ā His voice dipped, low and molten, sharpening his smile into something far more dangerous. His eyes were locked on yours, unfaltering, almost daring you to react.
Everything else blurred into insignificance. All you could hear was the erratic pounding of your own heartbeat and his breathing, far too steady for the situation.
āI...ā you started, but the tightness in your throat made it difficult to say a word. You didnāt know what to say; you didnāt even know if you wanted to break the silence hanging between you. āWe should probably...ā The sentence fizzled out, as useless as your resolve to push away the growing tension.
Before you could even think of anything else, the heat of his touch burnt through the fabric of your pyjamas, making your skin tingle in its wake. His hand slid up your side, grazing your ribs and the curvature of your breast with his thumb before setting at your waist to grip it firmly. The way his thumb slowly began to stroke the curve of your waist only made your nervousness get worse. His touching wasn't just casualāit was as if he wanted to test your reaction.
A rush of sensations made it impossible to think clearly, your body betraying you. His postureāhis other elbow propped for supportāthe constant pressing of his crotch against yours, his hand on your waistāit all pulled you into a current you werenāt sure you could fight.
āGo on,ā he purred with the faintest hint of mockery. His gaze moved to your lips, as though he could draw out the answer with nothing but his stare. His fingers flexed slightly against your waist, the pressure sending a ripple of heat skittering through you. āWhat was it you were saying? Something about what we should do?ā
You couldnāt meet his eyes, instead focusing on your hands as they rested awkwardly near his chest, fingers twitching. The heat building between your thighs crept upward, spreading through your belly like a forest fire. You felt flushed and shivering, not just from the closeness but from the way he was glancing at youālike you were the only thing in the world worth his attention.
You weren't prepared for this; you hadn't anticipated that the barriers you thought were between you would collapse into nothing so abruptly.
Astarionās voice cut through your thoughts like a blade. āAre you going to keep me here all night, love?ā His tone kept low, almost a growl.
You struggled to string together coherent thoughts before saying something. āI didn't know you wanted... I didn't think...ā The words stumbled out again, barely audible as your voice betrayed you.
His smirk deepened, and his crimson eyes held a predatory gleam that made your stomach twist and flutter all at once. āDonāt play coy with me, darling.ā His voice was velvety enough to bury each word into your ears. āI know youāve thought about thisāabout me. I can see it, feel it. You want this as much as I do.ā You tried to look away to escape his gaze, but it was impossible. His eyes held you captive, burning with something raw and unapologetically ravenous.
Your eyes widened as he tugged you closer with a calculated ease that made you perfectly aligned with himācausing your pussy to rub directly on his cock. The feeling made every inch of you stand on edge, your body betraying you with a tremor you couldnāt suppress. Then he reclined back against his pillows more comfortably before his other hand glided up your thigh. āRelax, darling...ā He purred lowly, his tone a sensuous command that curled around you like smoke.
You became instantly conscious of the burning sensation beneath youāthe growing hardness pressing insistently against your cunt. Your thoughts whirled, panic and desire colliding in a tumult. āHow did I end up like this?ā But the answer was painfully clearāhe had led you, and youād followed without resistance for being distracted caring for him.
āI... I wasn't planning... this.ā You forced yourself to meet his gaze, but his eyesābold and piercingāmade it impossible to hold.
One brow arched. āOh, really?ā He asked sarcastically. āThen perhaps you can explain why youāre straddling me like you are, love.ā
His hardening length was impossible to ignore, even through the barrier of clothes, the sensation making heat surge through you in torrents. You swallowed hard. āIā¦ Itās only because you moved meāā You tried to protest, but Astarion pressed a finger to your lips to silence you before leaning in to kiss your neck. āMoved you, did I?ā He teasingly whispered against your skin. āThen donāt even think of moving, love... you're not going anywhere.ā
Those words echoed in your ears. You knew youād been fighting with your feelings since that night with the tieflingsāwhen youād seen him in his tent with his wine focused entirely on you, ignoring everyone else. Youād told yourself it was just the wine, the moment, but now you could hardly keep up the pretence.
For a hesitant moment, you thought about pulling awayābut then his expression softened, almost looking if his black pupils were begging for you to stay with him, to kiss him when he noticed your intentions as you stared at his lips and slowly you hovered them with yours; the distance seemed endless.
With a small effort, you leaned in and kissed his lips, and you could feel how he smiled, clearly delighted by your boldness and the way your hand curled at his nape to draw him to you. The motions of your lips were slow, unsure. But as soon as you felt his opening slightly against yours, the shyness began to fade.
His hands clamped on your hips to pull you closer until there wasn't any space for doubt or even space untouched between you, and you could feel himāall of him. The pressure of his cock perfectly aligned with your entrance provoked you to gasp against his mouth; even in the hesitation, he gave you no choice but to lean into him, to crave more and push past the uncertainty that had held you back.
He just seemed to want more, that he couldnāt get enough of you. His mouth felt as if it were burning yours. The kiss started slow and tentative, but that didn't last. His lips grew more insistent as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head and parting yours with ease to slip his tongue between your lips in a hurry. This made you pant by the initial shock of it, racing your heart. Your thoughts began to dissolve, leaving only the moment, and you simply surrendered to the sensation.
The swipes of his tongue werenāt gentle at all. He was implacable, exploring your mouth, moving deeper. His kiss wasnāt just a kissāit was an invitation, a way to encourage you. And as you accepted, you met his tongue with your own, unconfident at first, but he gave you the courage to match his boldness. Astarion groaned softly, a deep sound that reverberated in your lips, sending an intense pulse of arousal to your pussy.
There was no going back now, and you knew it. This was itāthe pull to him, the demand of his touch, and now you could feel the indescribable connection that had been building between you from the very first time your eyes had met.
His lips pulled away just enough to speak. āYouāre mine tonight.ā He groaned roughly as his hands drifted to the sensitive space between your inner thighs, cupping your pussy and slowly kneading it with his fingers. āAnd when Iām through with you, you won't even remember what it felt like to be without me.ā
Your chest tightened as his words hit hard, but you found yourself barely able to even think, unable to do more than just nod as you looked down at him. Your lips parted while you took your breath, while his hand moved with a voracious elegance, dragging his fingertips along the seam where your trousers joined. The air was charged and burning before he did what he did.
With a sharp tug, Astarion tore the fabric between your thighs. The sound was violent as the seams of your trousers gave way under the force of his hands, almost merciless. The rip clearly was strategicāexposing just enough to reveal what was hidden.
But the regret rushed over you the moment the cool night air hit your exposed area. You hadnāt been wearing any panties, and now, with nothing to shield your nakedness, you felt scandalously vulnerable. You cursed yourself for all the nights you decided against wearing anything, thinking no one would notice. Now, the decision turned painfully foolish.
His eyes dropped, and his pupils dilated further at the sight of his no longer hidden treasure, curling his lips with delight. A low laugh escaped his throat. āWell, well,ā he purred, distinctly pleased. āIt seems youāve been planning this all along, havenāt you? No panties? How deliciously bold.ā
You mentally damned your stupidity, your cheeks heating in embarrassment. The simple choice of not wearing underwear before going to sleep now felt like an invitation, one he seemed all too eager to accept.
The shock of it left you momentarily motionless and without words, feeling the cool air kissing the exposed skin of your thighs and your core. His hand brushed over the tear he had just created, grazing his fingers very close to where your pussy was.
āI can still see that shy little spark in you, even now.ā He talked again, locking onto you. The playful smirk on his lips softened as he watched the blush across your cheeks. āIt's almost... adorable.ā
You tilted your head slightly, trying to escape his penetrating stare, a nervous pout forming on your lower lip as your hands clutched at his shoulders for some sort of stability. But a sudden gasp escaped your lips when his middle and ring fingers slid between your folds with smooth precision, parting them easily. His fingers let your clitoris be positioned right between both; your sensitive bud responded instantly after so many winters without anotherās touch, and your grip on his shoulders only grew firmer.
When they finally clamped on either side of your clit, his fingers massaged it with a slow back-and-forth motion, sending an uncontrollable shiver through your nub. Your hips instinctively moved due to his stimulation, causing a soft tremor in your pelvis as the tingling sensation built. The exact pressure he exerted made you melt further, caught in the heat of it and masking your timid instincts.
All swipes of his fingers coaxed your body to react in ways you could barely control. Astarion's smile widened as he enjoyed watching the last traces of your shyness slowly dissolve beneath his touch. Eventually joining his thumb to the dance, finally rubbing directly over the skin covering your bud before pressing down in slow circles that made your thighs tremble against his hips.
āJust like thatā¦ā He murmured approvingly. āFeels good, doesn't it?ā
His fingers slid forward slightly, pressing his palm against your clit while his middle finger traced the outline of your entrance. The anticipation held you captive, instinctively arching your hips, silently urging him to end the wait. And then, with tantalising slowness, he slid one finger inside you, the feeling both stimulating and exhilarating all at once. The filling was perfectāgradual but firmāand soon, a second finger joined to push in and out without pulling them out entirely.
With each slow thrust of his fingers, his palm rubbed on the skin of your clit, adding a delicious, pleasurable dual stimulation that sent spasms through your pussy, making it impossible to stay still. The strokes were maddeningly controlled, his fingers reaching and curling deeper with every smooth push, as though he knew exactly what you needed and how to give it to you. Astarionās gaze never left your face, his piercing crimson eyes bright with pleasure, absorbing every sigh and shiver you produced.
āHow sensitive, darling...ā He breathed softly as he drew closer to meet your lips with his, causing a sweet pulse to your core, intensifying your throbs.
He angled his hand just slightly to reach deeper, and you gripped him tightly. You found yourself helplessly following the increasing tempo he set, encircling his neck with your arms to pull him closer and losing one of your hands in his silky curls.
Astarion's smile turned avaricious against your mouth, sensing your walls vibrate and deliciously clench around him, drenching his hand in just a few minutes. He curled his skilled fingers inside to stimulate a sensitive spot you didn't know was there, just perfectly, his touch implacable against your clit while he fucked your cunt.
Your mouth was being claimed with an eagerness that made your blood boilāhe was devouring you in the kiss. His smooth lips moved against yours, insistent and hungry, coaxing you to open for him as he gently bit your lower lip. As you complied, his tongue rapidly swept in, tasting your saliva mingling with his. It was dizzying; your senses flooded with the taste of him and the coolness of his pale skin, creating a high contrast against your hot, wetting pussy and just adding to the sensations.
A low groan gurgled in his chest as his lips pressed harder, the tips of his fangs grazing your bottom lip before pulling back slightly. Just to slam his mouth to yours again with even more fierceness after taking his breath. His fingers curled more rapidly against that delicate spot within you, utterly submerging you in the magnetic pull of his caresses and the incredible hunger in his kiss.
He pulled away, his lips brushing against yours as he did, a soft, breathless hum escaping him. āI wonder,ā he began, āhow long it will take for you to break, darling.ā His eyes glinted as he continued. āBut Iām in no rush. Weāll savour this. I willā¦ā
Your grip on him tightened, slightly pulling his hair as your hips rocked back and forth with the pace he set, lost to the growing pleasure he built for you. His touch was relentless, almost coaxing you to the brink, but every stroke was carefully calculated, carefully slow to keep you teetering, hovering in a blissful tension that left you frustrated.
Astarion watched you with predatory attention, centred on the slightest whimper that escaped your lips, as well as that exquisite pussy between your thighs. The very sight of you brought him as much pleasure as his hand brought to you.
Your breathing grew ragged as your body instinctively sought more of the pleasure he promised. The fullness of his fingers, though they were quite close to what you needed, only left you aching for more. You could feel your desire intensifying with every subtle movement, letting your hands drift lower in his chest with the need to touch, to claim him as yours. āAt least for tonightā.
āAstarion... more, please... I want your cock inside me.ā You pleaded, looking into his eyes with desperate want. āTake off these trousers...ā You added, letting your fingers trail down his abdomen to where his waistband circled just below his waist, urging him to remove the last barrier between you.
He held your gaze, his eyes smouldering as a slow, indulgent smile appeared on his face. āOh, youāre even more delicious when you beg...ā He honeyed with approval, pulling his fingers out of your pussy and watching with keen interest as you trembled at the loss, the delicate quiver of your hips only adding to the pleasure he found in your vulnerability.
Before doing so, he slowly brought his dripping fingers from your cunt to his mouth, taking great pleasure in licking them clean and savouring the sweet, intoxicating juices made by your body. A soft, pleased hum escaped him as his eyes gleamed with wicked glee as he drank in the sight of your flushed face.
Only then did his hands drop to the waistband of his trousers. He didnāt rush, of course; instead, his movements were maddeningly slow as he began to slide the fabric down. The gleam in his eyes told you everythingāhe was savouring every second, drawing out the moment just to test your patience, fully aware of how much it would irritate you.
But just before sliding them for once and for all down, he stopped within a second. His eyes trailed their way down to your breasts, marked against the cloth, still covered while his torso was bare since you made him take off his shirt; the contrast stirred something within him. His fingers gently trailed along the fabric of your shirt, brushing down and against the edge, before his hand slid inside to grip your waist.
He looked back up, meeting your gaze with desire and playful intent. āDarling,ā he purred, ādonāt you think itās only fair that you join me in shedding the rest of my clothing?ā His eyes gleamed as he showed his damned puppy-like eyes for the second time that day. āI want to feel all of you against me,ā he added, his tone rich with faked sorrow as his lower lip made a soft pout. āTake it off, my love...ā
Oh, this definitely made you smile, feeling a spark of mischief as you looked down at him. You could tell he hadnāt quite anticipated the thought that crossed your mind.
You let your fingers drift along his bare chest again, savouring the coolness and smoothness of his porcelain skin before cradling his cheek, taking in every detail of his expectant look.
āWell,ā you leaned close, letting your lips just a few inches away from his. āAfter tearing my favourite trousers,ā you whispered, trailing your thumb teasingly across his lower lip, ādonāt you think itās only fair that you ask meāpolitelyāto take the shirt off?ā
Astarion raised one of his brows; his smile wavered for only a moment as he considered your request. Then, his expression softened, his smirk playing again on his lips as his hands slid up your sides under your shirt. āOh, I see,ā he replied smoothly, āyou want me to beg, do you?ā
You narrowed your eyes playfully. āYes.ā You savoured every single letter that slipped from your lips. āI am dying to hear you beg, Astarion.ā
A moment passed before he gave a soft chuckle, and his gaze, brimming with delight and want, locked with yours. āPlease, my love.ā He said lowly, needy. āLet me see those surely precious breasts you must have. Iāll be good, I promise.ā He pleaded sweetly. āTake it off... just for me...ā
His words only made you want to tease him more.
The diabolical glow in your eyes grew as you leaned forward, letting your thumb trace the line of his chin. You could feel the light tension in his posture, the way the red in his eyes darkened, his lips parting just a bit as he waited for... maybe a kiss? He wasn't quite sure with you. His hands on your waist tightened to pull you a bit closer, but you resisted, holding him at bay.
āGood, you say? Iād like to see that.ā You tilted your head as if considering his plea. āAre you sure youāre capable of it?ā Your fingers slid down his chest again, skimming over his nipples with your fingers just enough to provoke him a small shiver.
āMore than capable.ā He replied roughly for the restraint you demanded of him, but not being entirely sincere.
You breathed slowly as you caught his lie, but somehow, your desire for him only grew, knowing he didnāt intend to ābe goodā with you at all.
Your hands went down to lift the hem of your shirt, but you didnāt pull it up yet. Instead, you let your fingers there. āIf you want it so badly, Astarion,ā you said softly, āyouāll have to ask again. Nicely.ā
His expression shifted to one of purely wanting as he tightened his hands on you. āPlease, my love,ā he replied in a low tone. āTake it off.ā
Finally, you slowly lifted your shirt to reveal your torso and the defined curves of your breasts, drawing the fabric over your head to set it aside on his bedroll and finally being completely naked to his eager stare. Astarionās eyes glistened with a glow that spoke volumes as he devoured every detail of your flushed skin like a long-awaited treat. You couldnāt help but arrange your hair and adjust your bracelets; you felt a mix of nerves and exhilaration at his intense attention.
Astarionās hands reached for your breasts with a speed that almost startled you, sinking his fingers into your supple flesh as he kneaded it and leaned forward. His lips found one of your nipples, capturing it along with a portion of your breast, sucking passionately before planting a warm kiss above your nipple. He repeated on its twin, savouring your body before finally looking up; the surprise etched on your face, the blush on your cheeks, and the widening of your eyes seemed to light pride in his gaze.
Astarion revelled in the comfy warmth of your flesh under his cool hands as he continued to knead and massage your breasts as thoroughly as it was slow. Trailing his lips down to run messy kisses along your sternum before returning to one of your breasts once more. He opened his mouth, homely, to get your flushed breast inside, sucking it and swirling his tongue around it, rumbling an eager hum. His hands went to your waist and your other breast to take care of it too, holding you as you leaned against him with a soft moan escaping your lips. He seemed almost like a starved child desperately seeking milk from his mother's breast.
After a long, leisurely moment, he pulled away with a final and slow brush of his tongue over your nipple; his lips glistened with saliva from his attention. A desire that seemed to consume him was burning in his eyes, and when they met yours, a slow smile spread across his face. āYou know,ā he murmured, āI could lose myself in you like this, so easily.ā His fingers slowly contoured your waist. āBut Iāll need more than just this beautiful view.ā He leaned in to graze his lips on your ear and whispered, āImagine, darling, how itāll feel when Iām deep inside youāhow Iāll make you forget everything else, until all you can think of... is me.ā
Your body received a delicious tremble, an almost inaudible moan escaping your lips because of the intensity of his voice saying those words to you. Your fingers tangled in his hair to pull him closer, feeling yourself getting wetter. The simple thought of him inside you, fucking you until your legs couldn't respond any more, grew your pulse faster.
As his hands wandered lower, the ache between your thighs grew unbearableāthe need to have his cock growling in your throat; you could barely stand it. Impatiently, you moved to straddle his thighs, finding with your hands his waistband.
āI need you, Astarion.ā Your plea spilt out unprocessed, begging for him to end the teasing and give you what you craved. āPlease take them off. I canāt wait any longer. Finish what you started.ā The final word fell from your lips almost like a cry, leaving no doubt that you were beyond ready, beyond wanting. You needed himānow.
Astarion chuckled as he looked at your hands, tracing his abdomen. He laid back slightly against his soft pillows, clearly enjoying how you were so eager for him, but he didnāt move anyway. Instead, his eyes flickered to your fingers as they were about to start tugging his waistband, and his lips curled up.
āPlease, Astarion.ā You pleaded again. āI can't take it any more. Stop teasing me. Take them off. Please.ā
He hummed, amused, with a wicked glint in his crimson eyes. āAh, so desperate, are we?ā His eyes slid downward, pausing to take in the way your pussy soaked through his fabric, already dripping as you set yourself on his thighs. āLook at that sweet little cunt of yours, dripping for me already.ā As soon as he finished speaking, he let out a soft chuckle. āCanāt wait to feel me inside, I see.ā
You furrowed your brows in some annoyance at his incessant chatter that only made your patience thinner. But then, his demeanour shifted nonchalantly, capturing your attention when he propped his hands up on the bedroll and lifted his pelvis fluidly, giving you room to slide his trousers out of his legs.
āHelp yourself, darling.ā He purred softly with that grin on his lips.
You couldnāt stop yourself from glancing down, captivated by his posture. When your eyes fell to his crotch, where your hands had settled either side, you saw the clear shape of his rigid cock outlined beneath the fabric, straining against the material and angled a little to one side. The thickness and length were evident, making your entrance painfully clench around nothing and heat your cheeks.
āHow didn't I look at it before?ā Your breath hitched at the graphic, raw sight of itāexquisite and so irresistibly tempting. The aching sensation in your pussy grew, not just from the visual but from the rush of desire that quickly followed. Despite yourself, your eyes went back to his face, finding that same teasing, excited expression as though he were daring you to take the next step.
As you began to slide your fingers inside the waistband of his trousers, you brushed lightly his skin, sending a shiver to your fingertips.
And then, pulling his trousers down, you slowly revealed more inches of his pelvis and his white curls, and you could feel his intense gaze smouldering into you. His cock twitched against the fabric, building your excitement until it sprang free, making you inhale sharply at the sight. Your eyes traced his exposed skin as you slid the fabric the rest of the way down his legs. A soft rustle marked their removal from his ankles, and he lay naked before you.
His erect length was blushed and visibly soft, with subtle veins running up from its base, contrasting sharply against his swollen, rosy head. The pale expanse of his skin was almost luminescent; only the tip of his cock seemed all the more vivid. And there was precum already seeping from its slit, a trail that slid down to his sac.
For a brief, delicious moment, you simply stared. The long shape with a slightly tapered head was just stunning, and it made you realise just how perfectly he would enter and fill you. You couldnāt help but let your fingers drift to your clit, stimulating lightly to ease the relentless ache building. The wet heat spread between your thighs, growing stronger as you took in every detail.
A subtle sigh left your lips, caused by the strong beating of your puffy bud against your fingers. You traced the ridges of his hips with the other hand before brushing over from the base to the tip of his cock. It was warm, soft but firm with the ridges of its veins, and the precum that gathered there only added to its silkiness.
Your mind raced with thoughts you hadnāt fully allowed yourself to processāhow new this was, how thrilling and unfamiliar it felt yet so drawn by it. Astarion was nothing like the lovers you had before. You didnāt have a long list of conquests, and that made your inexperience clear. But the way he looked at you and how his moves commanded every piece of your attention drew you deeper into something you were both eager and frightened to experience.
Without thinking any longer, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, feeling its thickness as you slowly began to stroke him in sync with your own stimulation, smoothing with your thumb the head with each pass. His lips allowed a low, appreciative sigh to escape him, sending a wave of emotion through you and racing your pulse. And with one final glance up at his face, you slowly positioned yourself between his thighs to lay down and let your stomach rest on his bedroll.
As you let your lips hover near the tip of his cock, you could feel the heat radiating from him and smell the intoxicating scent of his arousal as he smelt yours. You could almost drool at the sight before youāhow you see the shift in his expressionāfrom humour to impatience. The anticipation was exhausting for both of you, but you didnāt rush. Instead, you kissed the tip tenderly, feeling the weight of him against your lips before letting your tongue slip out where his glans started to the high point. Tasting the warmth and saltiness of his cock because of his precum.
You felt the coolness of the storm kissing you and of the bedroll beneath your stomach, grounding you as your hands remained on him, steady and assured. Astarionās thighs tensed under your touch, caught between the impulse to take control and the pleasure of simply letting you explore at your own pace.
Each time your thumb swept over his tip, his cock twitched, responding to the rhythm of your touch and your lips. You swirled your tongue around his head, licking clean the precum that had gathered there and along his length. The taste was different than you expectedārich and heady, like a Vermentino wine, lingering on your tongue in a way that was deeply intriguing.
The low sounds slipping from his lips spurred you on as you pressed messy kisses to his length and tip, tracing with your tongue the subtle lines and ridges of his shaft. His sharp intake of breath told you just how deeply he felt every small touch, and the sheer pleasure in that knowledge emboldened you further.
āMm, look at you,ā he purred, honestly surprised and pleased. āNot so shy now, are we, darling?ā His words were meant to tease as always, but the note of admiration was unmistakable, making clear just how captivated he truly was.
Your eyes met his quietly before slowly lowering your mouth to take him inch by inch. The stretch of him filled your cavity as you went deeper, feeling his rigidity slide against your tongue. You let inside more of him until you felt his tip reach the back of your throat and the hair on his pelvis brushing your nose. His reaction, the involuntary twitch, and the low hum from him sent a thrill through you as you adjusted him inside your mouth, savouring the moment.
As you set a slow up-down with your head, Astarionās lips started to make soft, broken sounds that were like a lyrical to your ears, urging you to continue. His hand reached out to rest on the back of your head, his fingers threading into your hair as he let out a silent growl. The anxiety in his grip was obvious, yet he kept his touch gentle, guiding without forcing and letting you take the lead, trembling under your care.
You slid your hands down his thighs, feeling the taut muscles beneath your fingers and feeling how his body responded to you. Each time you drew him deeply, your tongue caressed his lower vein, lavishing attention on every inch of him that his cock met with an appreciative palpitation.
Astarion moaned, his head falling back against the pillows. āSlow down, my love... Let me enjoy this.ā He breathed as he allowed you to fully take him, his hips flexing slightly. His fingers tightened slowly in your hair, a silent encouragement for you to continue as he gave himself completely over to you.
With one hand still supported on his thigh, you drifted the other to his sac to massage it gently inside your palm. The action caused a louder moan from him, his hips jiggling involuntarily as you kept your mouth moving steady and more slowly, never breaking your rhythm. His low groans came quicker and even rougher, sounds of pleasure spilling freely now like an invitation to go on, filling the tent and dispersing the strong rain outside.
He moved his hand from your hair to your cheek and stopped you momentarily, cradling it in a surprisingly tender gesture as he glanced down at you. āLook at me while you do it, my darling...ā He sighed, gently caressing you. āFeel how hard you make me...ā His head fell back once more, unable to hold back a guttural growl as you continued with an intensified sucking, feeling his cock pulse and grow impossibly hard against your tongue.
With a measured squeeze, you tightened your grip on his sac, rolling it delicately with your fingers while your other hand remained anchored on his thigh. They trembled involuntarily, just like his cock, each movement drawing a delicious reaction until he could no longer keep still, his hips instinctively arching towards your mouth.
His hand returned to the back of your head, gripping tightly as your tongue traced the underside of his cock. All of him seemed to shiver under your touch, and he still allowed you to take control, guiding him into this sweet, little death.
But, after a few moments, you let his cock slip free from your lips with a slow drag, watching it emerge slick in your saliva and instantly cling to his lower belly because of its hardness. The dampness left a glistening trail between your mouth and him, breaking only as you leaned back, lifting a hand to wipe the last of the moisture from your mouth. He let out a disappointed sigh at the loss of you, then looked down to watch how you had left him all reddish-coloured with a sheen because of his precum mixed with your saliva.
Without a word, you rose on your knees and moved to straddle his hips, feeling the firm press of his thighs beneath your ass cheeks as you settled your weight onto him. His hands instinctively moved to your waist, gripping your sides in a way that felt almost impossible to avoid.
You could feel the hardness of his cock pressing between your foldsāa solid, delicious presence. Each pulsate of its head against the own palpitations of your puffy bud felt incredible.
Bracing your hands against his chest, you pressed down gently and took a moment to enjoy the feel of him, tracing the lines that defined his chest with your fingers. His eyes were locked on you, watching the way your pussy just wrapped around his cock.
Gradually, you began to move your hips, grinding down your clitoris onto his glans with a slowed tempo that turned faster. The friction was amazing as you brushed against his slick skin, adding a sensuous layer of lubrication as you moved back and forth against his perfectly nestled cock. You could feel yourself drenching him wetter, mixing your juices with the slickness left from your previous oral.
His hungry gaze roamed over your pelvis, tightening his grip on your waist as he let out a rough sigh, savouring the way your pussy slid so enticingly along his shaft until you leaned forward. Repositioning your weight on one hand, you reached down to trace your fingers along his length, wrapping around it to guide it upwards. You pressed the tip on your entrance, dragging it slowly along your slit, feeling it start to pulse against your inner lips. His lower lip formed a slight pout as you continued to tease, drawing the moment out with almost cruel patience.
But with a final pass, you positioned him straight to your entrance, vacillating just on the edge, and looked at his face to watch his reactionāthe way his eyes were focused on your pussy, waiting for you to cut the last bit of separation. Then, with a slow downward, you began to sink him inside, feeling the exquisite stretch his tip made as he filled you, inch by inch, making your walls instantly clench around him for the sudden fullness.
He let out a pleased moan, now holding harder your hips as you settled onto him completely, feeling so deep and stretching you deliciously wide after so many years of solitude. The warm pulse of him between your walls, every subtle movement of his lengthāan insistent throbāmade you simply sit there for a moment. Letting yourself adjust to the sensation of him fully within you and the friction of your clit as it rubbed against his silvery pubic hair. He flicked up his eyes to meet yours with an intensity that made his eagerness clear as he waited for you to move.
You gently cupped his face and caressed his pointy ear, the other hand resting over his shoulder. You softly brought his face closer to yours, locking your eyes on his.
āAstarion...ā You whispered. āCan you feel it? How incredible this is?ā You gave him a dulcet smile before closing the distance, pressing your lips against his as you traced the line of his cheekbone and chest, feeling his pulse beneath your fingers.
Gently, you lifted yourself just slightly to sink back down, the exquisite friction sending a burst of pleasure through both of you. Astarionās grip on you tensed again, tightening as his hips surged up to meet yours, letting out a low, throaty noise. Your lips remained together, deepening the kiss as your mouths moved in time with your bodies, setting a slow, constant pace where you rose and fell smoothly over him.
The sounds of your bodies intertwined moving together began to fill the surrounding little spaceāthe slapping of skin on skin, the lewd, sensual noises of your pussy swallowing his cock over and over again blending with the muffled moans, and the relentless raindrops against the canvas.
He forcefully gripped your hips to dictate you, abruptly being the one controlling the pace as he broke the kiss to catch his breath. His lips hovered close, both hot exhales mingling as you rested your forehead against his, matching your rhythm. The tantalising climax drew closer and closer with every thrust, making everything else seem distant, the storm outside being insignificant compared to the tempest building between you.
His hands roamed over your body, tracing your spine before one circled your waist and the other gripped the back of your shoulder to pull you closer, urging you to press down against him more fully.
The deeper you sank, the more you felt him smack against your vaginal walls so passionately. You leaned forward, your hands wrapping either side of his waist and slightly digging your nails into his skin as you picked up the pace. The position shifted just enough to drive him pleasantly deeper in each downward stroke, with a perfect angle that made his tip hammer against your cervix.
Suddenly, the hand against your shoulder gripped your cheeks, pulling you down to capture your lips in another hungry kiss. His tongue tangled with yours, both tasting the other's mouth, becoming something truly addicting, as if he just seemed to want to devour you whole, and you couldn't satisfy your own craving. His hand slid to your nape as the kiss deepened, just like the rhythm of both pelvises grew faster.
Every thrust proved how he was losing himself, both of you spiralling higher and higher. He whimpered against your lips, a sound that vibrated deep in your mouth, feeling the tension coiling tighter within your lower belly, your body feeling worn out as it yearned for release.
His hands were everywhereāguiding, pulling, encouraging. You couldnāt help but moan against his lips, the pleasure overwhelming as your movements grew more frantic. He was holding you just right, pressing his open thighs up against your ass cheeks, lifting you just enough to make you feel perfectly aligned with his cock.
His lips parted from yours with a shaky groan as he looked up at you, consumed by the burning need you were becoming. At that moment, with the weight of your hips moving over his, your voice came out shaky, broken by the effort of holding yourself glued to him. āAm I... am I doing it right?ā
The question left you trembling because of its vulnerability, making your pulse race as though the very act of asking had laid bare everything you hid beneath that little girl you were for him. You felt so desperate for his confirmation, for him to tell you that this was all he wanted.
For a moment, he looked as if he was caught off guard, eyes widening just a fraction before he composed himself.
Then his hands tightened his grasp on both your ass cheeks with determination. He pressed your hips down more strongly, making his cock burry inside you to the hilt and making your lips crush against his pelvis. āDo you feel that?ā He kept pressing you down harder, grinding his hips up to meet yours. āYou have no idea what youāre doing to me, and itās perfect. Move just like thatādonāt stop.ā The words slipped out raw and unfiltered, as if he couldnāt hold them back.
The way he said that broke whatever fragile restraint youād managed to hold onto, unleashing a fierce, unstoppable heat within you. The only thing that existed now was himāall of himāburied balls deep inside you, turning every nerve in almost an animalistic way.
An uncontrollable need surged through you, overtaking all thoughts, as your hips immediately started to move impulsively, slamming down against his. Your body was just demanding to take everything from him, driven by a thirst he had created that couldnāt be denied. The ache of his cock stretching your entrance open and filling you that much was the divine sensation of him, the incredible pleasure of his flawless body moving exactly in time with and inside yours.
You were in pursuit of moreāmore of him, more of this satisfying connection. You let out a series of desperate moans, each one of them spurring you both deeper into your carnal urges, neither of you able to stop. The immediateness of it overtook you both. Your breathing was ragged as the intense pressure built, feeling him fully as he lifted his hips to force his cock impossibly inside you, aligning you just right, so deep that you could feel it in your very bones. The edge of your release was so close.
His hands dug into your ass, pulling you more forcefully against him to guide your frantic pace and stoke the fire on your clitoris as his pelvis writhed beneath it. āJust a little more...ā He growled, strained, like a man on the edge of breaking. āIām so close, loveā¦ā His words were almost a pleading cry, a raw reflection of the need that overtook him because of you.
You could feel it, see itāhis control slipping away, his body trembling beneath yours as his hands gripped your hips now to urge you on, both bodies acting just like animals in heat do with an almost agonising intensity that could leave your womb aching for days. You both moved harder and faster, slapping together with an unbreakable pace. The pressure in your core was unbearable now, so close to snapping that it made your legs shake in both of the sides of his hips with the effort of holding on.
Suddenly, one of his hands slid between your bodies, finding your clitoris to circle his thumb over the painfully swollen nub with expert knowledge. Just like if he was already aware of how to trigger your sensitive spots to push you to the heavens. The friction was impossible to bear in the best, perfect possible way, making you cry in pleasure, unable to control the whimpers that tore from your throat.
You couldnāt hold back any more. His touch, the pressure, the movements of his bodyāit all became too much. The tension inside you snapped, and with a loud and uncontrolled moan, your walls tightly clenched and pulsated around him, your climax crashing over you in pure, consuming pleasure. Hitting you so hard that you felt like you were floating, holding on to him with the tremors of your hips.
But Astarion didnāt stop. He never ceased the maddening stimulation on your clit or fucking your cunt, coaxing another renovated sensation from you, pushing you past the point of stimulation. You tried to pull away to catch your breath, but his hands clamped down, forcing you to stay in the moment, allowing him to draw even more from you. He was relentless as the need to overstimulate you took control.
āDonāt stop, not now.ā He gasped, his voice breaking as he thrust up into you harder, his thumb continuing to rub and circle your bud, trying to force your body into another climax. āI need you, my love. Pleaseā¦ā
The words were the spark that made you give in with a desperate cry as ecstasy crashed over you, smashing everything. You felt him pulsating and releasing with a ragged, almost feral growl, leaving his sweet lips, his body quivering beneath yours as he exploded into you, the rush of his climax pushing you to the edge. The sensation of his warm semen spurting against your cervix and filling you sent you into your second release of the night, the new pressure in your body finally exploding in waves of sheer. The powerful sensations of both of you reaching that peak at the same time made your vision blur.
Every spurt of his release throbbed deep within your womb, drawing low, tired moans from your lips as his cock continued its task to fill you, spreading his seed inside you with each pulse of the head. You pressed your hips down, grinding to take him impossibly deeper as your labia were already crushed against his damp pelvis, letting you feel every twitch and tremor between your aching walls. He groaned softly as he tightened his grip on your hips, and you fucked his cock instinctively in answer to coax out every last shudder from him.
His hands guided your hips to keep you pressed down hard as his cock stroked every sensitive inch of your walls, filling you in a way that made some of his cum slowly spill out from your pussy. Your bodies met again and again, making him feel unable to resist the pull of you as you moved perfectly up and down, simply feeling lost in you as you milked him.
Then, you both collapsed together, sweaty bodies shaking with the intensity of your simultaneous culmination and the aftershocks of your climaxes, leaving you both drained. Your breaths came intermittently, laboured, and it felt as though the camp outside had momentarily ceased to exist. The air between you was impregnated with the smell of sex and your scents, but there was also something tender about the way your bodies were embracing each other that made you feel... nice.
Astarionās hands moved with a strange gentleness now, gliding up your back with soothing strokes in the cosiness of the moment. His lips pressed a tender kiss to your cheek, his breath still unsteady with a warmness that contrasted the freshness of your lovemaking and the way his cock kept pulsating while softening within you.
He dragged you against him. āAre you alright, darling?ā His voice abruptly soft, touched with... care, concern; an unknown tenderness that caught you by surprise.
You nodded against his shoulder. āYesā¦ā you murmured, fluttering closed as exhaustion settled in and the comfort of his presence lulled you, feeling his quick heartbeat beneath your ear. āJust... give me a second.ā
A sweet smile tugged at the corner of his lips, looking at you with adoration as he brushed a damp lock of hair away from your face, fingers running gently over your neck. āIāll admit, I didn't think Iād be the one left wanting moreā¦ but here I am.ā He said quietly. āThat, my love, was truly something else for someone so lovely.ā He pressed another sweet kiss to your cheek, remaining just a little before pulling away.
You let out a shaky laugh, the closeness between you both grounding your still-tingling nerves. Lifting your head slightly and reopening your eyes, you met his gaze with a warmth that made your heart swell. āYou know,ā you started, āI might just have to keep you around a little longer. Youāve made it hard for me to want anyone else, Astarion.ā You reached to cradle his cheek as your hidden confession floated in the air between you.
He leaned into your touch, his hand hovering over yours in a loving gesture. āYouāre really going to make me do this, arenāt you?ā Astarion said, feigning frustration, though his eyes softened with a rare sincerity in his voice. āI had plans, you know. But it seems Iām not allowed to have anything for myself any more.ā He let out a mock sigh. āGuess Iām yours, darling. For now. Donāt get too comfortable with it.ā
You smiled softly, tilting your head. āOh, how tragic,ā you teased with mock frustration as well. āI didnāt realise you had such grand plans, Astarion. How terribly cruel of me to steal you away from them.ā Your fingers gently traced the edge of his ear, a smirk playing on your lips. āDonāt worry, Iām sure youāll learn to live with it. Just try not to get too comfortable, either, darling.ā
Astarion let out a soft chuckle, his fingers leaving your hand to cup your cheek tenderly. āWell, well, what a vile little thing you are,ā he said with a playful smirk, grazing your cheekbone with his thumb. āUsing that sweet face of yours to get your way... You really do enjoy this, donāt you?ā His laugh was light, almost like a caress, before he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss that left you aware of all the emotions he couldnāt express using words.
He held the kiss for a moment to savour your lips before pulling back to rest his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he basked in the shared closeness.
After that, he slowly adjusted your position so that you lay more comfortably against him. Once settled, he pulled a soft blanket over you both, wrapping his arms around you snugly.
āRest now, my love.ā He murmured softly. You felt his words settle over you like a soft lullaby, and you snuggled closer to place yourself against him, wrapping your arm gently around his waist.
There, in his embrace, you let yourself fully relax in the quiet comfort of the moment with the rain outside. The feeling of his skin against yours, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the gentle sweep of his fingers through your hair and your armāit was everything you needed, a perfect, tender end to the passion from minutes ago.
With a contented sigh, you pressed a soft kiss against his chest before your eyelids started to grow heavy as you drifted into a peaceful calm in his arms.
As the hours passed, the heat of the night slowly faded, leaving you both tangled in each otherās embrace. You both drifted into sleep, your bodies still flushed and sweaty from the intensity of your passion that night. Astarionās arm was wrapped around you, pulling you closer. The odd warmth of his body against yours was comforting.
As the soft light of dawn filtered through the tent, the storm was now nothing more than a distant memory, and a sudden weight pressed down on you.
Your mind, still slow to fully wake, started to be flooded with vivid recollectionsāthe sex, the words shared, the undeniable connection you felt...
A sharp pang of awareness hit you as you became acutely aware of every quiet sound. 'Had I really just done that?' The question lingered in your mind, though it wasnāt that you regretted itānot with him, not when everything felt so unexpectedly right. But still, a knot tightened in your throat. Youād never been this irresponsible before, never allowed this kind of situation with someone youād only known for a couple of months.
You slowly pulled yourself from Astarion's embrace. The warmth of his body left a mark on your skin nonetheless. As you sat up, the blanket tangled around your hips, and a sudden rush of cool air hit your naked chest, causing an uninvited shiver to you that woke you a little more.
Your eyes drifted to him, still peacefully asleep beside you. His bare chest rose and fell in slowly, and his expression was soft and relaxed in the morning, a sharp contrast to the intensity of your previous night.
While you stood there, tracing with your eyes his form, the weight of what had just happened was still pressing heavily above your shoulders. Embarrassment crept in, not just for the passion youād shared but for the place you were ināhis tent, in camp, with your friends only a few meters away. The unsettling thought wormed its way into your mind: what if theyād heard you?
Your eyes flicked towards the opening of the tent, a bead of cold sweat rolling down the back of your neck. You pressed your palm to your forehead, the reality sinking in. What if they had? The embarrassment felt like it was growing, and you had to swallow back the rising anxiety carving in your chest.
The thoughts swirled and twisted in your mind. Reaching for your shirt, you slowly sat up a bit more; you felt a sting pain in your muscles from the nightās activities. Your fingers fumbled clumsily to the fabric as the weight of your thoughts made everything feel more difficult. You tried to dress as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb the fragile calm of his slumber.
The texture felt harsh against your sensitive skin, while the cool morning air grazed over the parts of you exposed and between your thighs as you raised the shirt over your head to dress it.
Just as you finally managed to pull it into place, you caught a soft shift beside you. Astarionās eyes fluttered open, his vision still cloudy with sleep, but his attention immediately locked onto you. He didnāt speak right away; his focus was on the way you moved.
He curved his lips into a small, lazy smile. There was a softness in his expression now that you didn't see before. āGood morning... sneaking off already?ā He sighed with the remnants of sleep in his tone. He looked down to where your fingers grabbed the fabric of your shirt, then back to your face, his smile growing wider. His hand reached out to grab your arm, pulling you back towards him gently. āDidn't peg you as the type to leave me after our first time, darling...ā
The way he still wanted you close stirred something within youāa warmth despite the storm of emotions inside you. You couldnāt help but smile softly at the thought. āI wasnāt going anywhere...ā You replied quietly.
Astarionās hand moved to your waist, his touch fierce yet tender as he pulled you closer, guiding you to lay back completely against his body. His chest pressed against your back as he nestled his chin in the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses there. You could feel the weight of him, enveloping you in a way that was both comforting and deeply intimate.
His arm wrapped securely around your waist, drawing you even nearer as he gently adjusted his position, making sure you were comfortable. You could feel the tension in your body melt as his movements spoke of quiet care, though the nervousness inside you didnāt entirely dissipate.
He must have sensed the shift in your mood. āIs everything alright?ā Astarion murmured softly, concerned. His lips brushed over your ear as he spoke, a gentle kiss to your cheek that seemed to reassure you, though you couldnāt quite shake the lingering anxiety that clung to you.
āI... I justāā You broke off. āWhat if they heard us, Astarion?ā
āWeāre safe, darling,ā he murmured, his voice a soothing caress that chased away the remnants of your worry. āNo one knows a thing. The storm was our shield last night.ā
Astarionās hand lingered at your waist as he shifted his weight, guiding you gently. And with a slight motion, he turned you to lie on your back and face him fully. His gaze locked onto yours, his crimson eyes glimmering with something unspoken. He propped himself on an elbow beside you, sliding his other hand from your waist to cradle your cheek.
Seeing the faint worry lingering in your eyes, he offered a small, tender smile. āYou know, love,ā he began, āthis is different. Iād be lying if I said it wasnāt. I never imagined Iād feel like thisālike Iād actually want this... someone.ā His thumb brushed softly over your cheekbone, as if the gesture alone could convey what words struggled to express. āLast night wasnāt just indulgence, not with you. It was... real.ā
The way he looked at you then was as though heād laid down his armour, revealing a part of himself youād only glimpsed. āIāve spent centuries taking what I was told to, living by someone elseās twisted desires. Wanting somethingāsomeoneāfor myself? Iād almost forgotten what that even felt like.ā He hesitated. āBut here we are... and being with you, feeling this... itās more than I ever dared to hope for.ā
Your breath caught, and the sincerity in his voice made your chest feel both heavy and light at once. You swallowed, a warmth blossoming where your anxiety had been. āI want you to know that I meant every word,ā he whispered against your ear.
As he drew back, his fingers entwined with yours, and he gave you a small smile, one filled with that rare sincerity he reserved just for you. āSo, letās not let the world outside intrude on this, hmm?ā His eyes gleamed with a quiet plea. āNot yet.ā
The words hung in the warm morning light, soothing the unease within you. Astarion shifted slightly again to recline back onto the soft bedroll, pulling you with him. You instinctively wrapped an arm around his waist to hold him close.
But as your fingers traced along his side, you brushed against something you forgot. A faint crease formed between your brows as you looked down. There was the bandage you had tied the night before, stained with a faint bloom of red where his wound lay concealed. A quiet ache of worry unfurled in your chest as your hand rested against the edge of the bandage.
Without thinking, your fingers traced lightly over his abdomen, avoiding the more sensitive area near the bandage. āAstarion,ā you called softly with a new urgency. āAre you... alright? I mightāve moved too much last night.ā
Astarionās eyes opened a bit more as he recognised the genuine concern in your voice. āOh, my love,ā he purred with a smirk on his lips as he glanced down to where your hand rested on his stomach. āIf anyone could survive your... enthusiasm, it would be me.ā His tone softened as he covered your hand with his.
You bit your lip, the persistent worry stirring as you recalled the intensity of the night before. āStill, I should've been more careful with you,ā you replied with a faint blush warming your cheeks. āI didnāt even think about it last night... I just... wanted you.ā
He shifted slightly, pulling you closer until your foreheads touched, his lips barely brushing yours as he spoke again. āBelieve me, last night... was everything I never knew I needed,ā he said, with a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. āYou've given me a moment of calmness I never thought Iād experience again.ā
Your hand pressed lightly against his chest; he let out a quiet, contented sigh. His own hand drifted down to rest against your waist, drawing you even closer.
He brushed his lips softly against the tip of your nose, placing a sweet kiss there before he spoke. āThe truth is, Iām not used to someone worrying over me. Iāve learnt to dismiss my wounds and to push through the pain alone. You make me feel seen, darlingā¦ā
A soft smile tugged at his lips as he leaned back just enough to catch your gaze, reaching with his hand your cheek to rub his thumb along your cheekbone in a gentle, absent-minded swipe. Your heart softened as you wrapped your arms around him, letting yourself melt. You nestled closer to him, the soft heat of his body a constant pull as your fingers traced lightly over his skin, careful not to touch the bandage.
Astarionās fingers moved in slow strokes along your back, his touch lingering at the small of your waist. The quiet way his body urged you nearer made your pulse race in a way that was both comforting and thrilling. You could feel the passion of the night still lingering in the air between you, a magnetic pull that only seemed to deepen the longer you were in his presence.
āYou know,ā he murmured lowly, his velvety voice wrapping around your thoughts. He leaned in, his lips brushing over yours as he closed his eyes briefly. āI find myself wanting more.ā
A small shiver of anticipation ran through you. He moved slightly, shifting his body to bring you closer, his hand sliding down your side until he could grab one of your buttocks. It stirred something inside of youāsomething that made it hard to breathe, hard to think.
You pressed your lips to his to give him a soft kiss before pulling back to meet his eyes. The intensity in his look made you ache with longing. āAstarion, are you sure youāre alright?ā You asked softly. āI donāt want to hurt you.ā
He froze for a moment, his eyes narrowing with something dark and intense, and then he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and sensual, tasting of the night and everything youād shared. His mouth moved against yours with a quiet eagerness, and you let yourself melt into him, your hand sliding to his waist, feeling the bandage beneath your palm.
But you pulled back slightly, concern flitting through your mind again. Astarionās eyes glimmered, his expression a blend of amusement and something achingly vulnerable. āDarling,ā he replied, his voice a rough, affectionate murmur. āI can handle anything you give me.ā
You leaned into him, grazing your lips with his as you spoke, āI just want to make sure you're alright... I donāt want to pushāā Without letting you finish, he leaned forward to kiss your lips again to silence you. His mouth moved against yours with a quiet desperation, a demand for attention.
Astarionās hands slowly roamed your sides as he shifted, positioning himself above you on the bedroll. You could feel the warmth of his body radiating into yours, his thighs pressed tightly against yours.
Your hands moved instinctively, sliding around his waist, bracing yourself against his lower back, feeling the curve of his muscles tense under your touch. The kiss deepened, slow and calm, as if he tasted every inch of you, pushing any lingering uncertainty away.
One of his hands moved to catch your hand and entwine his fingers with yours before pressing your hand down against the pillow. His other hand found your other wrist, lifting it gently above your head and pinning it there, his grip firm yet laced with a sensual care that only deepened your wanting of him. His thighs pressing tighter against yours.
Astarionās breath was shallow against your lips as he finally broke the kiss to meet your gaze, his pupils wide with a need that mirrored your own, his mouth curving into a wicked smile as he held you in place. The subtle weight of him, combined with the feeling of his fingers interlocked with yours, created an undeniable sense of belonging, a wordless claim that ignited every nerve.
āDonāt worry about me,ā he murmured roughly because of his desire, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. āJust stay here. With me. Thatās all I need.ā
Summary: Astarion comes across an interesting book and decides to share the knowledge with you. Quite literally.
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Breeding kink. P in V. Vampire bite. Blood drinking. Creampie. Overestimulation. Cumplay.
Word count: 1.7k
It wasn't unusual for you to find yourself on your back, knees bent and legs spread apart as Astarion's hand worked diligently in between them.
āYou knowā¦ I came across this book in Rivington."
Two fingers rubbed slow yet measured circles between your slick folds. His dexterity truly shined through in these moments, as he lured you closer and closer to the edge of your sanity.
āA book?āĀ
āA most interesting book.ā
His lips pressed lingering kisses across the exposed side of your neck, and you struggled to keep your eyes fixed on his hand.
He adored it when you watched him deliver unprecedented pleasure, and the sight was positively maddening with your wetness coating both his fingers as lewd sounds echoed in your ears.
The cluster of pillows strategically placed behind you aided you to take in the view more clearly, and you couldn't help but moan softly.
Suddenly, you jolted at the feeling of one fang raking across your sensitive skin. āWhat of it?ā
āDo you really want to know, darling?ā
His purring voice alone could edge you so effectively that you had to grip the bedsheets under you, balling your fists and silently praying to the gods above to help you stay grounded.
āYesā¦ā you moaned, eyes nearly fluttering shut.
Astarion quickly bfound your pulse point and planted an open-mouthed kiss.
Just bite meā¦Ā
That would surely be your undoing, but he merely chuckled and you felt him smile.
āIt spoke of dhampirs - half-vampires.ā
Godsā¦
The implication that dangled from his silky words wasn't particularly subtle and you found yourself clenching around nothing.
āIt is not an easy feat, but with the right amount of dedication andā¦ perseverance,ā he punctuated each word with a roll of his fingers, drawing soft whimpers from you. ā... I'm quite certain we can explore it.ā
You clenched again, and your legs faltered, almost dropping from the chill that ran down your spine.
He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. āNo, no, my sweet. Keep your focus and your legs up high for me.ā
Astarion thrived on your pleasure and basked in your praises.
He was good.
He knew he was good.
And he wanted you to show him.
Stroking his ego was a sure way to get his complete devotion.
The throbbing between your legs intensified tenfold and you could see it swollen and peeking through your folds as he dragged his drenched fingers all the way up to your lower abdomen.
āWhat do you say?ā He purred in your ear, massaging you tenderly.
Another agonising clench.
You parted your lips in search of a reply, but the words died in your mouth at the sight of his fingers spreading your wetness across your skin.
āWell? Will you let me breed you?ā
His crude words had you gripping the fabric in your hands tighter, and you wondered how much longer until it finally tore.
āAstarionā¦ā
Slowly but surely, you felt something prickling at the skin on the back of your hand.
It was slightly cool and you needn't need to look to know his cock was leaking precum.
Just for you.
The liquid began dribbling down your skin as he began pressing soft kisses along your jawline.
Silently, he grabbed your hand until your fingers instinctively wrapped around his hardening cock.
And then he hissed.
āTighter,ā he urged, placing his hand atop yours to squeeze down hard. āYou're tighter than thisā¦ā he finished with a sigh.
This time, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut as you rolled your hips in desperation.
He fucked your hand slowly, occasionally bringing your thumb to swipe across his tip, earning delicious and urgent moans from him.
Your breathing quickened and you felt the mattress shift under you as he carefully slid his cock from your grip, positioning himself on top of you.
āEyes on me.ā
You took a deep and shaky breath and your gaze dropped to witness an elegant finger disappear inside you.
A swift gasp escaped your throat and you couldn't stop yourself from clenching around him.
The corner of his mouth quirked up in an approving smile. āSo eagerā¦ā
You were mesmerised by how he so easily slid a second one, the wet sounds nearly doing it for you.
He shifted until his cool lips were on yours, nipping at the lower one with the razor-like fang, easily drawing blood and gently suckling on the bruised flesh.Ā
Your back arched when he removed both fingers from you before pressing his cock at your entrance.
By this point, you were too soaked to offer any resistance as he slowly sank into you.
You broke the kiss first, greedily looking in between your bodies just so you could watch his cock slide in and out, bulging veins glistening with your wetness.
āEnjoying the view, darling?ā
You bit down on your lip, tasting your own blood as you nodded through half-hooded eyes.Ā
Countless sweet rolls of his hips pushed you further and further along the inevitable precipice, and the familiar coiling and throbbing had your mouth drop open, unable to rein in your spilling whimpers.
He dipped his head to glide his tongue across your lower lip, both his arms caging you in and allowing him to angle his hips so he could sink fully into you.
You were visibly pulsing, your folds parted slightly, and his gaze soon followed yours.
A guttural grunt rumbled in his throat. āLet go, darlingā¦ and let me feel you tightening around me.ā
You gripped his arms, bracing yourself for the impending wave of overwhelming bliss that took over your entire body, and through gasps and pants and moans, you plunged down the spiral of bliss.
A distant groan from Astarion was heard as your vision blurred, powerful contractions rippling through your lower half.
He was mumbling something, but you couldn't make out a single word, far too lost in your high to focus on anything else.
You felt his lips on your neck and you threw your head back, offering it fully to him.
As the waves of your contractions finally subsided, you came back to your senses, trying hard to even out your laboured breathing.
He was still buried deep inside you.
Had he come with you?
The answer came when his fangs began prodding the skin along your pulse point, as if barely containing himself.
He had yet to reach his peak.
āCan you give me another one?ā
Your eyes widened and you struggled to form coherent words. āIā¦ I don'tā¦ know.ā
He brought one hand to grip your knee, pushing your leg against your torso, and spreading you further apart for him.
The pace he had set was contained and slow, a constant reminder that he yearned for his own release.
His tongue darted out to swipe across your flushed skin, and you turned your head, granting him easier access.
āUse your words.ā
You swallowed, gasping from how oversensitive you suddenly felt from the constant friction in between your legs.
āPleaseā¦ā you could only bring yourself to plead.Ā
His fangs taunted the fragile barrier of your skin, but not with enough pressure to draw blood.
āUse. Your. Words.ā He rasped impatiently, punctuating each word with a snap of his hips.
You brought your hands to his chest, feeling the taut muscles tense under your touch.Ā
āBite meā¦ā
The sharp sting had you grip him hard, his hardened nipples digging into the palms of your hands.
As soon as he got to control the flow of your blood, he quickly matched the rolls of his hips with each mouthful of warm liquid he downed.
Your senses were full of him.
Filled with him.
Dragging on hand to settle on his throat, you moaned as you felt him under your palm, eagerly swallowing your blood.
It didn't take long before his skin began to heat up against yours, and you could almost swear you felt his cock hardening even more inside you.
His pace didn't falter. If anything, he was simply indulging in the newfound vigour that only your blood coursing through his body could provide.
Wanting to further tease him, you circled his nipple with the pad of your thumb, earning an approving grunt.
The crescendo of pleasure began to throb deep within you with each passing moment, and you felt him take one of your hands in his, dragging it down to settle where his body connected with yours.
He slid out just enough for your fingers to trace along the bulging and pulsing veins that slithered around his cock.
He quickly withdrew from your neck with a low, rumbling groan, his handsome face hovering yours, droplets of blood dripping from his lips onto yours, which you quickly swiped clean with your tongue, tasting the metallic aftertaste.
You kept teasing his nipple, feeding your own pleasure from how responsive he was.
Astarion was about to come undone, and you realised that having your blood dripping down his chin and neck, was enough to catapult you steadily yet rapidly into the heights of your own pleasure.
Your eyes watched his face twist beautifully as he reached his peak, mouth dropping agape in a raging growl that made you shudder.
Under the touch of your fingers, you felt the underside of his cock spasm rhythmically as he emptied himself inside you.
It was too much.
You felt some of his cum overflowing and staining your fingers, and you immediately dragged them to the pulsing swell between your folds, coating it in the warm liquid and gasping as the violent wave of bliss had you contracting around him.
Astarion buried his face in the crook of your neck as he cursed and whimpered and pleaded for you to have mercy on him.
You truly wished you could grant him such relief, but you were far too gone to be of any comfort as both of you rode out your peak.
With a final grunt from him and a moan from you, he slumped against you, cock still buried deep.
You pressed a hand to the back of his head, slipping your fingers along his damp and soft curls, cradling him in your embrace.
āJust so we're clear,ā you began in between pants. āWhat are the chances of this actually happening?ā
He didn't reply right away, instead pressing his lips to the bite marks on your neck, cleaning up the mess.
āNot that high, I reckon?ā You managed to chuckle, raking your fingers along his scalp.
āNot high at all.ā
Just as you had suspected.
āBut we're so used to turning the impossible into possible, that I can't see why this should be any different.ā
So Uruha had fucken BOTH HIS THIGHS OUT
Aoi didnāt head bang a lot he was very focused on his instrument and his highlight of the show was sugar pain he KILLED IT and he was lovin it
Aoi kissed Uruha on the cheek
Ruki was feelin the Uru thighs
Anyway they played all old stuff and when they played best friends I had a meltDOWN
the hoodie is so big on Uruha with his thighs out it look like he not wearing pants
Also I'm very sorry I didn't get to meet up with anyone. I was a bit sick today and had no internet for the whole day, kept fucking out on me. I love you kids and I hope y'all had a blast x
He totally stole the show. Ran around like a cute lil kid the whole entire time, he had sooooo much fun. So did we. Then he rocked up onto the stage for the first encore wearing my clothes. For real I died. When did he have time to raid my closet? I live in thigh highs, suspenders and baggy jumpers. It was really fucking good. I cried maybe.
Literally just got into Rockaholic cause we were dirty shopaholics today š if anyone is here still come find meeeee. I have a dumb skull hanging off my septum.
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