What do you MEAN my favorite author is writing this. What the fuck do you MEAN the audiobook is narrated by Neil fucking Newbon himself???!? And they collaborated with Stephen Rooney, Astarion’s original writer for the game?
I’m going to fucking die. I’m scared. I want to read it so bad and it’s going to make me fucking ugly cry. I can’t fucking breathe through excitement/dread.
(This is my first time ever writing smut and fan-fiction. Please be nice but I hope you enjoy!)
The rest of the camp had cleared out for the night, leaving you and your lovers, Astarion and Halsin, alone in your suite at the Elfsong Tavern. You briefly wonder if this had been planned; but before you even have time to explore the thought, your suspicions are confirmed when you see the look in Halsin’s eyes as he approaches you.
“My heart,” Halsin takes your hand in his and pulls you to him. The feeling of his strong chest against your breasts makes you gasp. “Come here, to me.” Halsin lowers his head and you feel his warmth as he brushes his lips lightly against yours, causing you to sigh in anticipation. Halsin’s lips are on you now, and as he deepens the kiss you feel the soft heat of his tongue as it caresses your own.
You take a moment to breathe him in before you pull away, your cheeks surely flushed. Astarion is still in the room, and for a moment, you feel a bit insecure about kissing Halsin in front of him. Not like you hadn’t done it before - you and Halsin have shared a kiss here and there in front of your vampire, but this was different.
There is a hunger in Halsin’s eyes, and you can feel the growth of his large cock against your belly button, which is likely where it would reach if he was inside you right now, you think.
“Don’t mind me, darling. It’s alright.” You feel the familiar touch of Astarion’s cool fingers on your neck, brushing your hair aside. Astarion presses his lips on your pulse point, causing a shiver to run through your body.
At this point, the reality of your predicament dawns on you: you are now between your two lovers, and you can’t hide the blush that rises to your cheeks and chest. You can already feel your pulsating and swollen desire, right between your legs. You squeeze your thighs together in a pathetic attempt to relieve yourself, but it is futile.
You turn your head to meet Astarion’s gaze, looking for support. He plants a lustful kiss on your lips before looking back to Halsin, silently encouraging you to continue. Astarion’s lips and tongue are so sweet, and you already want more of him.
But when Halsin’s lips crash into you, your cunt flutters as your body reacts to the big druid. His tongue dances with your own, causing ripples of heat to surge through your entire body. Your cunt is already clenching again, and you desperately wish one of your lovers was inside you.
Astarion begins to nibble at your neck as his hands explode your body, grazing the sides of your breasts and the plush curve of your ass.
Halsin’s hand falls to your shirt, which he begins to unlace. After the first few laces, Halsin’s impatience gets the better of him, and you feel the warmth of his hand trailing across your chest as he cusps your breast, thumbing your nipple as his other hand continues to work your shirt off of you.
Once your shirt has fallen to the floor and your breasts are exposed, Halsin pulls away, his lust filled eyes sweeping over you as Astarion reaches around to unlace your breeches.
“You are a feast for my eyes, my heart. Truly, you must be the most beautiful woman I have had in all my three hundred and fifty years.” Halsin practically drools as he strips himself bare. You suddenly feel quite vulnerable again, and you turn to Astarion, your eyes wide with apprehension, excitement, and inquiry.
Astarion’s eyes are soft, only ever for you, of course, but his lips are twisted in a devious smirk. He caresses your cheek with his thumb before turning you around and pulling you into him, his lips catching yours as his other hand finds a nipple and squeezes gently, causing you to gasp.
“Is this alright with you, my sweet?” He asked gently; you tried to search his eyes for an alternate meaning, to make sure that this was all okay, but you find nothing. He wants this, and so do you. You nod.
“Do you know why I call her that, Halsin? My sweet?” Astarion’s voice was devastatingly seductive, dripping with sex at every word as he peels away the last of your clothing, leaving you fully exposed to both men.
Halsin growls at the sight of you.
“No, Astarion, do tell,” Halsin turns you around to face him now, his lips finding your own as his hands begin to explore your body; you feel Astarion’s fingers on your neck, as if he is guiding you.
“Her cunt is uniquely delicious,” Astarion’s cool touch grazes the curve of your ass, causing you to settle into the both of them. “Maybe I’ll let you have a taste, my friend.” The words come out of his mouth so casually, it makes you quiver with anticipation.
Before you know it, Astarion gathers you up and lays you on your back on the bed; he lays beside you as Halsin settles between your legs. Your heart is absolutely racing at the sight of both your lovers.
Astarion grabs one of your knees, spreading you open as Halsin grabs the other, pushing them back so that you are fully exposed.
Halsin shoots you a smile as he explores your folds with his fingers, his eyes feasting on your breasts and your sex. Astarion lets you take in the sight of Halsin for a moment before he takes a finger to your chin and commands your lips to his.
Halsin caresses your sensitive wet folds with his fingertips, causing you to moan into Astarion’s mouth. The slick sounds your cunt is making at just Halsin’s touch is obscene, and it earns a moan from your pale elf.
“She is so pretty, don’t you agree?” Astarion asks Halsin between your kisses. You knew Astarion wasn’t talking about you per say, but your cunt. Astarion had always told you how pretty you were between the legs, even on your first night together.
And he had truly meant it.
You break Astarion’s stride to look at Halsin, who has begun to probe your entrance with his finger.
“Oh yes,” Halsin breathes as he inserts a finger inside you. The stretch of your walls cause you to look back at Astarion with a grimace; your pale lover only smiles. He looks playful, you think, and you wonder what exactly he has planned for the evening.
But he didn’t leave you in suspense for long.
“I’d rather like to tie you up, my darling,” Astarion whispers into your ear, his voice dripping with eagerness. You swiftly agree, desperate for something you had denied yourself for so long: to be used, fucked, taken wholly.
Astarion works to expertly tie your wrists to your ankles, and your shins to your thighs, forcing you into a spread eagle position.
Halsin and Astarion stand above you. Your breath catches at the vulnerability of it all, and for a brief moment, you wish you could shut your legs and hide. Astarion, perceptive especially to your body, frames your head with his arms as he lowers himself on top of you, planting a gentle kiss on your lips before meeting your gaze.
The look in his ruby eyes was an invitation to his very depths, where you are assured that you were safe, kept, and loved. You smile at him, which seems to satisfy your vampire lover, who can now no longer hide his want for you.
“You look…precious.” Astarion says as he raises himself to standing and begins to finally undress himself. Halsin’s eyes dart from you to your beloved. Astarion looks particularly devastating as he unbuttons his shirt, and you eye his handsome face and his strong, deft fingers as he works to join the fray.
You watch with heightened interest as Astarion suddenly commands Halsin to his knees, and the druid eagerly relents. Your legs twitch as you watch Astarion dominate him; Halsin takes Astarion in his mouth, obviously quite learned.
As Astarion strokes Halsin’s mouth, his eyes are glued to you, particularly fixated on your salivating cunt.
“Gods…I can see your desperation from here, you’re a mess…” Astarion says with a wild look.
Astarion frees himself from Halsin’s mouth before he brings his attention to you, planting himself between your legs. Astarion places a kiss to your knee before he inserts a finger inside you. When he is met with little resistance, he chuckles before inserting another, causing you to moan at the stretch of your walls.
But it isn’t painful. Quite the opposite.
“My, my. You are an eager little thing, aren’t you?” As Astarion fucks you with his fingers, he brings his thumb to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to flower beneath his touch. You are already so close at unraveling beneath him; but right as you are about to arrive at your climax, Astarion shifts, leaving you empty and desperately wanting. You can’t help but whimper.
Astarion clicks his tongue at you as he lines his cock up with your entrance, causing you to squirm against him in desperation.
“I’ll let you taste her, druid,” Astarion says as he pushes into you slowly, despite there being no need; you were so thoroughly wet and ready for him.
“Only after I’ve had her,” Astarion’s voice, deep, silky, and smooth, causes you to flutter your walls with anticipation. Astarion pushes his full length into you, and Halsin is now at your side, taking your whimpers in his mouth as he kisses you desperately.
Astarion thrusts into you deeply: once, twice, three times now, and he is so deep within you that you can feel his balls on the curve of your ass before he slides himself out.
“Taste her now,” Astarion commands, “I’m wanting a particularly special treat for myself, anyways,”
Oh. What could he possibly - oh.
Halsins tongue was on you in an instant, lapping at your soaked folds and swollen clitoris. He hums against your flesh with pleasure as he tastes you. Astarion’s eyes never leave you as he pumps his own cock as he watches Halsin devour you.
Halsins tongue probes your entrance before circling your clit in a slow but steady motion, and you no longer care about how loud you’re being. You’re a moaning mess already, and as you get closer to your climax, Halsin’s motions become less organized as he loses himself in you: your scent, your juices, your taste.
Halsin agrees with Astarion: your cunt tastes exquisite.
Your thighs twitch as you feel the wave of your orgasm overtake you. Astarion’s lips find yours as you let go, and he is drinking in your satisfied little moans.
When you recover, you writhe under Halsin, as you think that surely your overstimulated clit can’t take anymore. Halsin relinquishes your body, at least for the moment.
Halsin uses the rope to sit you up before he lifts you by your restrained thighs and settles you on his large cock, causing a rather loud cry to escape your lips; Halsin was so thick. As Halsin presses his length into you, you feel Astarion probing at your other entrance, sliding a lubed finger in before you have time to protest.
Not that you wanted to protest - quite the opposite, actually.
The resistance between the two sensations nearly causes you to unravel already; you were already drunk on your two lovers, despite wanting even more. Halsin was leading your kisses, as your mind and body are already too far gone to properly respond.
You are utterly helpless between the men when Astarion inserts another finger inside you, causing an intense wave of pleasure to crash over you as Halsin pushes even more length into you; you are so close, and you are already clenching around him, begging for release.
“Oh, Gods!” is all you manage to say. You feel Halsin smile against your skin at your pleasure.
Astarion’s breath becomes uneven as he lines the tip of his cock at your other entrance.
“My love-“ You breathe, your words feeling like mush in your fuck drunk mouth. “Be gentle…” you plead.
“You’re mine, to do with as I please,” Astarion hisses into your ear, sending a shiver through your center. Astarion reaches his hand and grasps Halsins jaw before he reaches over your shoulder to kiss him; you watch as Astarion’s pink tongue slides into Halsin’s mouth hungrily, a fang catching on the lips, causing a droplet of blood to fall from Halsin’s lip down to your breast.
The act was a lewd, shameless display of domination, one that Halsin happily obliged.
Astarion breaks the kiss to return to your desperation. As he inserts himself inside you, you moan and squirm, but Astarion is gentle, just as you’d asked. Once he is finally settled inside, he gives a triumphant moan before he starts to properly fuck you.
Halsin and him move in harmony, one thrusting into you when the other thrusts out. You desperately want to kiss your beloved vampire, want him to feast on your blood and your body; but Halsin is lovely too, so lovely.
You smile at him as another wave of pleasure crashes over you, and Halsin slides himself out as you contract around Astarion’s cock, causing him to moan loudly. You are a drooling, hedonistic mess.
“At the same time, now,” Astarion commands as his lips trail your neck, his fangs gently grazing your skin. Your eyes go wide as Halsin slides back inside you.
Your lovers now thrust into you together, and you are utterly filled; you desperately try to free yourself, but you are so helpless, you can't do anything but grasp the bottom of your feet.
“Is this too much?” Halsin asks you when he sees the tears running down your cheeks. You are almost certain your eyes are crossed at this point, and yet part of you still wants more. You shake your head, closing your eyes as they continue.
This time, you cry out to the heavens as you come for both of them, and you are certain the whole inn can hear you. Astarion then slides himself out of you.
“I want her cunt, now,” Astarion demands, urging Halsin to switch positions with him. As they maneuver you, you looked at the men desperately, pleadingly, as you are unsure if you could even fit Halsin where Astarion had been. The prospect is daunting, to say the least.
Astarion must not have wanted to ruin you too much, and before you know it, your head is hanging off the bed as Halsin pushes himself into your mouth. Feeling Astarion in your cunt again sends waves of pleasure and content through you; he is so perfect, you are convinced his cock was made for you.
When you break from servicing Halsin to look at your pale lover, you study him, checking in on him as you always did during intimacy. His curls are disheveled, and sweat drips from the tip of his nose as his thrust slows when he catches your eye.
His eyes are dark, his features harsh in the throes of passion. He glances at Halsin before returning his gaze to you; there was something unreadable in his eyes, but he discontinues your search as he snaps at you. “Pay attention to him, darling,”
You make a face at your vampire before you take Halsin in your mouth once more. Halsins cock sinks into your throat, and you have to hold back your gag reflex as he fucks you.
Soon, you feel Halsin’s full body shakes as he reaches his climax, spilling his seed inside your mouth. Astarion, still dragging his cock between your slick walls, which threatens you with another climax, looks at you expectantly.
Your two lovers watch as you swallow Halsin’s spent. Astarion moans as he thrusts into you, this time so deeply it makes you yelp.
Suddenly, Astarion slows his pace, leans over and plants his lips on yours, allowing his tongue to bring you back to him, back down from your orgasm. But his kisses are less controlled than normal. You know he is close.
Just as he hits that sweet spongy spot at your depths with the tip of his cock, Astarion breathes your name against your lips, releasing himself inside of you as he does.
The suite is quiet except for the ragged breaths of you and your lovers. Halsin lays on the floor, stretching his long arms and legs out. Astarion repositions you next to him on the bed, pulling you into his chest as he nuzzles your neck, clearly wanting to feed now. But he makes no motion to untie you, allowing you to sit in yours and his fluids.
“You know what to do, my sweet,” Astarion whispers into your ear, his hands lazily caressing your used, swollen folds before inserting two fingers inside you, feeling his sticky seed on your walls.
“That was wonderful,” Halsin finally sits up, eyeing you and Astarion. “Gods,” he says as he studies you over.
Astarion’s fingers still remain inside you, his thumb lazily caressing the delicate bundle of nerves at the top of your mound, causing you to shudder.
You are so fucked out, you can’t possibly come again. But you couldn’t deny how good it felt to be used by Astarion. You look over to him, studying his earth shattering beauty, focusing on his perfect nose and pretty lips before you hungrily taste them.
Astarion kisses you back reverently, humming against your lips with approval as he continues to play with your cunt.
“We’ve made a mess of you, Tav,” Halsin has a hint of a smile on his lips, but he looks a bit concerned. “Did you not get the fill, my heart?”
You are too exhausted to reply; instead of even bothering to try, you duly surrender yourself to Astarions touch.
Astarion circles your clit with his thumb as he speaks, causing your hips to buck under the pressure. “I think my little treat has one more, but it’s just for me,” Astarion was dismissing Halsin; a look of hurt, maybe confusion, flickers across Halsins face, but is quickly replaced by a smile.
“Come kiss us goodbye,” Astarion beckons him over, taking Halsin in a deep kiss as he continues to play with you. Halsin leaves a sweet, almost chaste kiss on your lips before he kisses your forehead. “I will come find you both later,” He says as gathered his things and heads to the washroom.
You and Astarion are alone now, and you nuzzle into him lovingly as he continues to play you like an instrument. Astarion kisses your throat, trailing up your jaw, and plants a kiss on the tip of your ear, before lowering his head to the curve of your neck.
He slides his fangs in you, causing you to cry out in pain; it hurts more than usual, but Astarion seems to focus on his ministrations, curling his fingers inside of you, causing you to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
You can feel yours and his come is dripping down your ass as you contract around Astarions’s fingers.
Astarion drinks from you for only a few moments before he releases you from his fangs. His fingers are still inside of you, lazily feeling you as he snuggles into the crook of your neck, lapping at your wounds.
As you’re finally back in reality, you look forward to the aftercare that Astarion and maybe even Halsin will treat you to. You can expect a warm bath, massages, many kisses, and earnest words of love that bards could only ever dream of singing about.
