Astarion stood at the entrance of his tent as he did every night, book in hand trying his damndest to read. Once he heard Karlach and Gale going on about the golden sparks in Arendith's green eyes he huffed slammed his book shut, and glanced over to the fire. Did the idiots not see the truth right before them? She ate with them… but her mouth was fanged like his own, but she was a druid. He supposed it was not uncommon for them to have fangs… And Yet she bore the marks on her neck. They knew what he was, why didn't she just tell them? They weren't super thrilled about having a vampire in camp but they hadn't killed him yet.
“Fangs! Come to join in on the fun? I’m sure Arendith here would LOVE it if you did.” Karlach winked at Arendith who was braiding her hair. Arendith blushed but let the tiefling go about her affections; they'd become fast friends. Gale tossed Karlach a few apples and she started pantomiming with them in a falsetto “OH ASTARION! HOW EVER COULD I STAY AWAY FROM YOUR TEMPTING SMILE” Gale snickered before adding in his best attempt at Astarion “Oh Little Death, You make my undead heart beat again” Karlach had the two apples doing what she hoped could only look like two apples trying to make out before they ended up bruised and smooshed in her hands. “BAM Applesauce!” She started to lick her palms.
He looked to Arendith and cocked his brow, somehow he didn’t think that she would have told anyone of that little pet name that had slipped out a few times. She’d taken to sleeping under Karlach’s tent if it was raining as she’d stopped bothering to try pitching her own, he was slightly jealous that she’d become so close to the infernal ticking time bomb and the literal magical bomb. Arendith gently rubbed the forehead of the little Harlequin Jackalope she’d taken to as a familiar, before gently putting her down and giving Astarion a knowing look. He’d been forbidden to feed off the myriad of animals they’d taken to their camp. A dog, an owlbear, the jackalope, and now there seemed to be a bloody cat in the mix as well. It seemed the Ragdoll had taken to choosing him as a companion and would often slink from chasing its meals to lying in the sun on a cushion or chair while he read. It’d even on a recent occasion deemed his lap an ideal bed while he repaired his clothing one night. He would never admit it but he did find its presence comforting and found himself missing it after a nightmare or two.. or three… He watched as Arendith swayed to the forest and as her form disappeared he laid his book down to follow after her. He wasn't as sneaky as he planned, cat calls and Karlach's loud voice boomed behind him he rolled his eyes as he heard her oblivious-natured comment “Think he’s going to take her hunting?” He could just picture the rest of their friends giggling at her innocence.
Astarion caught her sneaking up to a deer knife in hand preparing to spring he leaned against a tree watching in silence shaking his head at her technique. He watched as she gripped the knife before throwing it to the ground frustrated. He stalked behind her, arms wrapping around her waist like vines “Darling, I was just thinking about you. Remembering our time together, The things we’ve shared - and I don’t just mean that lovely neck of yours. I’m growing to like the whole package, honestly. And you clearly like me too, so…”
Arendith sighed allowing herself a moment of reprieve despite her hunger. “What gave it away?” she rolled her eyes.
Astarion trailed his fingers along her jaw “I could feel it when I was getting lost in your neck. Your little shakes of excitement.” she snorted at this leaving him to his games letting the part about him barely containing his excitement at times, small noises that would escape his mouth as he fed, falling unacknowledged.
“You enjoyed it didn’t you?” he turned her around with a heavily lidded gaze.
“I will say that it was… more pleasurable than when my Master fed, however a Lady never tells.” Arendith said breathily.
“You don’t have to say a thing - I already know how you feel. Because I feel it too.” Astarion said his voice dropping a few octaves. “We could take an evening to ourselves. Get away from camp - get some privacy... I know somewhere quiet. Somewhere intimate. Somewhere we can… indulge in each other.” he trailed his hands to stroke against her pointed ear.
Arendith's flesh pimpled, and her pupils enlarged. She reciprocated the gesture before trailing her hands down his shirt and giving him a gentle peck on the lips. “Sounds good to me, Darling.”
“Wonderful. I just hope we won’t have to wait too long before we can steal away. But once we can, I promise you a night you’ll never forget.” He cooed. “See you there, Lover” he lilted before backing away stalking after the deer she had let get away.
After a successful hunt and a filling dinner, he walked up to the clearing shirt in hand to wipe the sweat and blood from his face. Hearing a soft humming he paused stealthily behind a tree, once he recognized the language as Sylvan he peaked his head around to see Arendith in the stream. So she had found his little spot of refuge… She was in the water arms wrapped around her flawless skin fingers trailing after the water drops in reverence. Astarion swallowed hard eyes blown wide in predation. She was ethereal in the moonlight, water dancing down her pale freckled breasts, Platinum Silver hair running down her back and shoulders. He steeled himself against the oncoming onslaught that tonight would bring, readjusting himself before stepping out from behind the tree as his brain screamed MINE at him. “There you are. I’ve been waiting,” he said voice automatically dropping into the roll. “Waiting from the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting to have you.”
Arendith replied without turning her head sluicing the water from her hair before combing her fingers through. “You don’t have me yet.” She turned to face him drawing herself from the river teasingly slow.
“Don’t I? You’re here. And I don’t think you want to talk.” Astarion met her at the edge of the water offering her his hand. She took it feeling the electricity run between them, eyes following him as he stepped behind her fingers trailing across her shoulders as he went. “I think you want to be known. To be tasted.” he brushed her hair to the side nosing into her neck.
She turned herself to face him drawing her hands up to his chest while shifting her body to one hip making sure to drag them close to him. Arendith trailed her hand down to palm at his clothed cock. “And what is it that you want?” she pushed her hand against him roughly giving him friction if he sought it.
“What do any of us want? Pleasure. Yours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy. That is what you want, isn’t it? To lose yourself in me?” he said face beside hers, stroking his hand up her ear. Arendith moaned breathily in his ear.
“No... I believe sex is a sharing of the soul” She kissed his chin trailing her lips down his neck to his bite mark letting her fangs scrape lightly. “Not a transaction…” she started untying his pants “Not a distraction.. At least not solely..” she worked her long elven fingers under his undergarments. Astarion tucked his head down bringing his lips to hers, he eased his tongue against her lips causing her to open her mouth for him. Precise. Practiced. Perfect.
He grabbed her under her ass lifting her against a tree, they pushed back against the other bringing an urgency to the kiss. She shoved him not ungently, his eyes widened in shock as he landed on his back. Arendith dragged herself teasingly down his body kissing a trail as she did, he lifted his hips for her to remove his pants. On her way back up she lightly dragged her fingers up his skin avoiding his leaking cock. Astarion grabbed her and pushed her onto her back, nudging into her neck as he caged her in with his body. She bared her neck for him and he eagerly sunk his fangs into the soft flesh. His mind wanted to retreat but the taste of her blood flooding his mouth forced him to awareness.
He reached between their bodies running his pale digits between her folds, delighted to find her responding as planned. Astarion unlatched his fangs from her neck lapping his tongue against the wound gently before bringing his fingers to his mouth and making a show of popping them in. He closed his eyes and bobbed his head once along their length “Delicious.” he brought his lips down to brush against hers again, and she ran her hands down his back bringing her hips to rut against his hardness for relief. He found himself wanting to push back. The slick between her legs coated her lower lips enough that when he drew his hips back to grind back down against her clit he instead found himself finding home. Arendith shuddered as he slid in, allowing a deep groan to fall from her lips.
His mind reeled from the sensations of heat and tightness around him, although his brain wanted to dissociate he found himself wanting to chase his pleasure for once. He was free to bed who HE wanted now. Damned if he wasn't at least going to get some modicum of pleasure from it. He slowly and teasingly unsheathed himself fully removing his shaft causing her to whine before he slid back in. Irrationally slow, just enjoying the feeling of her tightness peeling back his foreskin as he pushed himself further. He made a point of rolling his hips upwards ensuring his pelvic bone would push into her clit. He paused when their hips met and he felt his head nestle against her cervix. Arendith whimpered, pulling his ear lobe into her mouth, her fang running along the edge.
He dragged the pads of his fingers down her body pausing to grope at her breasts, pinching a nipple. He had planned on more foreplay but apparently, their bodies were telling a different story tonight. He reached down to stroke against her clit causing her to buck her hips upwards, a nervous gasp falling from his lover's lips.
Astarion laughed internally he supposed this officially made them lovers... there was no grizzly end with Cazador having this one. He could revisit this body and mark it claiming her as his protector. His to use as he saw fit. He found that his hips had continued bucking, slowly picking up the pace, when he felt more of her sweet honey run down her channel coating his cock in thick fluid he snapped back to himself. Astarion grabbed her hips watching as her hands roamed her chest as she moaned. His skin pebbled as she tickled her fingers up his back and neck to settle in his hair grasping his head forcefully nosing into his neck.
Arendith licked a stripe across his puncture marks, her fangs dragging across the skin. Her claws scraped pleasantly across his scalp, he pulled her hips hard against him as her breathy moans dragged from her mouth he rutted up into her pelvic bone. He surprised himself when he felt his cock explode against her cervix seeking to bury itself as deep as he could go. Like it could somehow know something he didn't.
Astarion brought his forehead down to rest on hers, both of them panting. He found himself kissing her softly as he pulled out. He sat back on his legs allowing his mind to assess his current state. He’d done well tonight, secured himself an ally, and bonus points that he had enough pleasure to empty his balls into her. It’d been a while since he’d found sex enjoyable enough to do so. Of course, he’d held back, this wasn't about his orgasm, or lack of one, just ejaculating was pleasurable enough. It was about hers and.. his brain lurched back to the present as he felt a soft hand and a wet cloth come to wipe his face gently before also wiping down his glistening yet flaccid prick.
“I know it's probably weird… I’m sorry… I just… thought it might feel nice to have someone take care of you after… I figured your Master… Errr You know what? Nevermind. Forget I -” Arendith stumbled through her words. “I’m ruining things aren’t I?” she dragged her hand down her face groaning as she tossed the cloth aside. She laid herself beside Astarion nudging her nose into his side taking in a deep whiff of his scent. She purred as she noted his skin carrying her scent as she closed her eyes, slipping into a trance.
Astarion stiffly moved his arm to wrap around her unsure as to what he was doing but hoping it would lure her into trusting him further. He sighed as he closed his eyes and also slipped into a trance.
The next morning Arendith awoke to Astarion sunning himself back exposed to her. She stretched out luxuriously “Mmm not staying for a cuddle?” she decided against mentioning his scars, he’d tell her about them when he was ready.
Astarion stood still facing away from her pointedly enjoying his sun. “You sleep light. I thought you’d be exhausted after last night.”
Ahh we’re back to this Astarion, thought Arendith. Pity, she was starting to really enjoy his company, well if he wanted to still play games it was no skin off her back. “Did you enjoy it? It seemed like you weren’t fully there.”
He brought his arms down before turning his head slightly, still making a point to not look at her. “I was holding back a little, it’s true. I didn’t want to lose control. Delicious as you were, I didn’t want to go too far. Now, shall we get on? I want to go before anyone else thanks me for saving their tails.”
Arendith stood up replacing her dress and fussing with her hair. After she deemed herself presentable in the water, she raked her nails softly up his bare arm “Well if there’s a next time… If I could put up with Alistair, I can take much more from the likes of you.” she turned to saunter off leaving his mind reeling but he caught her wrist with a smirk on his face he said “Oh and don’t feel the need to brag to the others about our little tryst. Given the noise you made last night they already know.” she returned a quirked brow and a saucy smile before freeing her wrist with a quick motion swaying her hips as she went.
