Astarion gets his revenge on Gia for her teasing ways. This time, she can be the one restrained and at his mercy.
Another piece featuring @stinadrawsthings's tav Gia! This was a prize for a giveaway I did over on Bluesky. Thanks for letting me have fun with Gia!
Pairing: Astarion x female tav
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Tags: magical ropes, restraints, overstimulation, nipple play, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, vaginal sex, grinding, praise kink, pleading, multiple orgasms, like so many orgasms, Astarion's failed pick up lines, post session fluff, a dash of humor
Gia felt the silken rope around her wrists tighten, her hands raised above her head, pressed into her pillows and tied off at the bedpost. She was naked- that had happened well before the ropes had come out. Astarion had made quick work of her clothing, deft hands pulling each layer off and leaving them strewn about the floor. He'd whispered into her kisses that he'd had a surprise for her.
The surprise, it seemed, was to be bound to their bed as he stood at the side, staring down at her with bemused eyes and a cocky grin, fangs on display. Gia pulled her arms lightly, the knot holding her wrists together impressive. She'd expect nothing less from Astarion.
“Pull all you like sweetheart, that knot will hold.” He leaned over the bed, gently brushed some of Gia's strawberry hair back. “Although I do have to admit, your struggle is… endearing.”
Gia squirmed, rubbing a foot along the bed, heat pooling between her thighs. There was no question that Astarion meant to have his way with her- but what way that was tonight left so many delightful unanswered questions.
“You, my dear, have been terribly naughty.” He got a knee on the bed, dragged his chilled fingers from her hair to her cheek, down her throat and along the swell of her breast.
Gia bit at her lip, her mind trying to focus on what she could have done that day that he found… untoward. The day had been completely mundane- he'd slept well into late morning, she'd tried a new tart recipe- it needed some adjusting, but it had promise- he'd worked on a shirt he was embroidering while she read…
“Ah, ah, ah. I see that pretty little mind of yours turning away, my love. I'm going to do you a favor.” He grasped at her breast, got an overflowing handful of deliciously warm, soft flesh. Gia shifted, pushing into his hand, as he kneaded the flesh, eyes going slightly heavy lidded. “And explain how tonight is going to work. You, my love, my little treasure, were quite cruel to me the other night- don't give me that look like you've forgotten. You wouldn't. Let me.” He moved his hand, fingers pinching her nipple and causing Gia to gasp as the bud went taut against his skin. “Come. Not without freeing myself.”
Gia gave a tiny moan, as Astarion continued to tease her nipple. He wasn't wrong- that night had been delightful. Astarion had even mused while he'd snuggled into her that night for some much needed affection, that he had enjoyed himself. Thoroughly.
“So I think it's only fair that I treat you in kind.” He leaned down, pressed a kiss beneath her clavicle, as his other hand grasped her other breast. He climbed properly onto the bed, peppered kisses along rosy, pink skin, as Gia felt a happy warmth spreading from her chest.
When he turned, took one nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue over it, she sighed, tipped her head back. Despite being clothed, he felt good against her skin, the weight of his lithe body pressed against her.
His fangs grazed her nipple and Gia gasped, trembling. She felt more than heard his chuckle, before Astarion lifted his head, gave her aching nipple a playful lick, and turned to the other to shower it in the same affection. As he did so Gia felt his hips rock against her, could feel the outline of his cock through his pants, the promise of how good it would feel to have him inside her.
He slid one of his hands down her body, and without prompting Gia spread her thick thighs, bared her pussy for his clever fingers. Astarion lifted his head and tsk’d at her, even though his eyes were dancing with amusement.
“Wanton little pup. Spreading your legs before I can even ask. What is a man to do with you…” he trailed his fingers along her slit, and Gia fought down the urge to roll her hips. Her clit was aching, begging for attention- and when Astarion refused to give it, still touching her cunt with feather light strokes, she pulled at her bindings.
The ropes stayed taut, shockingly strong.
“You won't break them,” Astarion chimed. “You didn't think I would tie you down with cheap rope that you could snap or burn, my love, did you? No, no, no. That is enchanted and unless I untie the knot, you are stuck.” Hiis fingers paused, separated from her clit by her folds, and pushed gently. “Now, if you want something, you'll have to ask.”
“Astarion-”
“Ask.” His voice seemed to boom within the confines of the bedroom, ricocheting off the walls. The sheer power behind it had goosebumps rising on Gia's arms, down along her back.
It had her cunt tightening up and aching for him.
“Touch me.”
“I am, darling.”
Gia wasn't sure if she wanted to beg him or put his threat about the ropes to the test and try to burn them.
“Be more specific. And… sweet.”
She inhaled, deeply, acutely aware that Astarion's eyes traced the way her breast's rose and fell.
“My clit,” she managed, voice thick. “Please Astarion, touch me there.”
He smiled, proud of himself and yet still so fond of his darling, and slipped his fingers past her lips. He found her clit taut and ease to rub, his fingers rolling over the head quickly as Gia felt a tremble pass through her. She tipped her head back again, sighing and rolling her hips as the relief she sought grew into heavier desire, writhing in her belly, spreading up the small of her back to her spine.
Astarion was too good at touching her. He'd had enough practice, sure- but even endless nights shouldn't have yielded him the knowledge he had of her body and how to bring her to panting, whining pleasure. She could feel it building, coiling in her belly-
And then he was pulling his fingers from her clit, sliding them along her cunt and easing two inside. She was so wet he slipped in with ease, and Gia arched, dig her shoulders into the bed as Astarion pumped his fingers in a slow but steady rhythm.
His other hand found her thigh, squeezed it, cool hand and slender fingers dimpling her plump, fiery flesh. He was the never ending winter to her hellfires, the only soul she swore that could make her melt.
“You're so wet Gia,” he all but cooed, curling his fingers enough to graze that sweet spot inside her. “I barely touched you.” He thrust a bit harder, and Gia gasped for breath, panting now, wanting him to press along that spot until her vision went white. “Do you want to come?”
She nodded. She couldn't like this, with just his fingers- not easily, anyway. But if he'd just tease her clit again-
Instead he fucked his fingers into her harder, grasping at her trembling thigh as she squirmed about. He pushed it gently so her legs spread wider, her soaked cunt on full display for Astarion as she took his fingers so eagerly.
“Hmm, not quite there?” He leaned over her, pressed a kiss to her belly, trailing them up slowly as he continued to thrust. “What should I do then? Should I come back here?” He reached one of her breasts and openly rolled his tongue along one nipple, making Gia toss her head. “No? Do you need a bite, my love?” He pushed himself higher up her body, nuzzled into the crook of her neck, mouthed at her pulse and let his fangs press against her soft skin.
She quaked, her hips rolling to meet his fingers, so close, so close, so close…
“No, no- I think,” Astarion teased, shifting his hand slightly so he could press his thumb to her clit. “This.” He rolled his thumb over her clit quickly as he continued to push his fingers tight to her sweet spot. It was only moments until the tightness in Gia's belly gave and she shouted happily as her orgasm broke. The sweet relief rushed through her, flooding her with heat as Astarion groaned into her neck. “Gods yes, milk my fingers. You'd prefer if it was my cock, wouldn't you? You'd love for me to fill that eager little cunt until you were overflowing.”
Gia keened, Astarion's touches almost too much as her orgasm receded. But fuck he was right- his fingers were glorious, but his cock spilling his seed inside her…
Astarion pushed himself off her then, slid down her body and pushed her thighs open until her hips ached. “You'll have to wait,” he whispered, his breath chilled, cool as it puffed against her glistening cunt. “I am positively ravenous now. And you know I can't ignore the hunger…”
He had barely finished before he was pushing his mouth to her cunt, tongue lapping all too happily up along her folds, pushing at her entrance and trying to drink down the evidence of her orgasm. His tongue speared easily into her as Gia pulled at her ropes, felt his groan shake her to her core.
“Fucking gods.” His voice was barely audible as he lapped at her. Gia could feel him rocking into the bed, could only imagine how hard he was, how flushed his pretty cock had to be.
Gods above and below she wanted it.
“Astarion,” she whimpered, her voice breathy. His hands squeezed her thighs affectionately, another rumble from his chest reverberating throughout her at the sound of his name. He moved his attention back to her clit, tongue moving in tight little circles around it, causing Gia to toss her head, pull at her restraints. With her last orgasm barely faded, her body was still tight with arousal, easy to work up- and gods, she was so close again. Why was he so damn good with that tongue?
Gia felt the tips of Astarion’s fangs, not poking, but gently brushing against her folds. A sure sign that his own arousal was beyond containment at this point. His tongue switched to flicking up over her clit, steady and firm, and she pulled violently at her ropes, heard the creak of the bed frame as the rope held taut to the bedpost.
Her second orgasm was a delightful violent rush, slamming into her and leaving her breathless, only able to call out Astarion’s name, trembling as her toes curled into the bedsheets. Astarion’s tongue worked her expertly through it, not letting up even when the pleasant waves began to subside, and suddenly it was just a burst of near too much pleasure, her clit aching with all of the attention.
“Astarion, it’s- it’s too much.” Gia was panting, squirming both to escape his tongue and also to push closer, as if her body couldn’t decide what she wanted. She knew her mind bloody well couldn’t.
Astarion’s only response was to suckle at her clit, leaving Gia wailing for him. She wasn’t sure what she was on the precipice of- orgasm or death- when he finally lifted his head, gave her body a moment of reprieve from all of the feelings.
“Nothing,” he panted, “sounds sweeter than my name on your lips.” He pushed himself up onto his knees, reached down and palmed himself through his pants. Gia watched, eyes heavy lidded, mind orgasm-fogged, loving the way Astarion flushed slightly, just enough that she knew he was barely holding on.
He climbed off the bed, and Gia lifted her head, strained her neck to watch him undress. Despite his arousal, Astarion took his time, back to her so she could watch the intricate designs of his scars revealed, his narrow hips, the firm curves to his ass. Gia had such an urge to dig her teeth into that plump skin, to feel Astarion wriggle beneath her, so desperate, such a good boy-
But it was her turn to be good, tonight.
Astarion turned back to her, climbed back on the bed very slowly, settling between her thighs. His cock was flushed at the head, a thick line of precume sliding down along the underside, jutting from his body and so hard it had to nearly hurt.
“Let’s see if I can make you sing for me again.” Astarion pushed her thighs open, sliding closer. One of her legs rested up against his chest, her ankle pressed to his shoulder- the other spread wide, partially pushed up against her belly. Astarion grasped his cock, slid it along her cunt, grinning as he rubbed his cockhead against her clit. Gia gasped, fingertips scraping at the rope binding her, as he continued to tease, his cock wet from her juices now, making it so easy to grind. “Maybe,” Astarion whispered, his voice a bit hoarse, “I can watch you come again.”
A third orgasm and he hadn’t even been inside her? Gia nibbled at her lower lip, before she whispered, “please,” despite the fact that half of her was sure she might simply die if she came again so soon. But the prospect of oblivion with Astarion was always just too tempting.
Astarion continued to rub his cock against her clit, panting now, pretty mouth open and the tips of his fangs on display. “Come on,” he whispered, “come on, come again, please Gia, let me see you.”
Gia arched her hips, grinding herself against his slippery cockhead, as her third orgasm bit into her. It was claws and teeth in her cunt and her spine, making her sob, making everything spin and go dark- but oh, she had just squeezed her eyes shut.
She heard Astarion lose her breath, knew he was watching the way her pussy gushed for him. Could he feel her fluttering, against the base of his cock, as he continued to slide along her?
Her orgasm was still going, when Astarion slid back off her clit, found her entrance, and thrust into her in a single moment to the base of his pelvis. He groaned, pushed a hand at the back of her one thighs, leaning over her as she arched. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think- it didn’t even feel like her orgasm was ending, at this point. Everything was so good, so all consuming, her flesh melting into the stars themselves, her body and soul becoming one with time.
“So,” Astarion panted, fucking into her with sheer abandon, any pretense of control utterly gone. “Fucking. Good for me.” She felt the bite of his nails, on the back of her thigh, something to try and pull her back from the void she was spiraling in- but oh, not enough, because the little bite of pain felt exquisite, made the way he was sliding so effortlessly into her wanton cunt feel even better. “My good, precious girl.”
Gia shuddered, tears brimming in the corners of her eyes. She wanted it to stop and wanted more, all at once. It was so good, too good, yet she swore if Astarion stopped she’d simply die.
“Somehow so tight still,” Astarion growled, the sound of wet flesh on flesh seeming to echo within the room, drowning out even her racing heartbeat as it ricocheted around in her skull. “I’m going to come so deep inside you, Gia. I’m going to ruin you.”
As if Astarion hadn’t ruined her for any other man in the realms. Nothing, no one, would ever compare to him.
He leaned over her more, pinned her leg to her belly in a way that made it hard to breathe. His grunts, his groans, his panted breaths- they all culminated into a feral, beastly noise as he thrust deep into her and stilled, his cock throbbing inside her, spilling wave after wave of seed that made her feel full, wet, filthy, loved.
Gia tugged at her ropes again, wanted to get her hands on Astarion- began babbling as much, desperate pleas to touch and hold and kiss and tear apart-
He was still inside her when he leaned over her, fingers clever with the knot at her wrists. It seemed with just a caress Gia was unbound, her shoulders and wrists aching. Astarion took one of her hands, tangled their fingers together, pulled it to his lips to kiss her knuckles, as he shifted, offering shallow thrusts inside her again. He was still hard- hard enough that he was hitting that spot, was pushing his cum deeper.
“One more time,” Astarion whispered against her knuckles, as Gia reached down with her other hand. “Come one more time for me.” Gia traced her own clit, so dizzy, the room spinning as she stared up at the ceiling through thick, wet lashes. She rubbed quickly, rhythmlessly, as Astarion continued to fuck her. He was biting back little pathetic whimpers, the overstimulation leaving him sensitive, making him twitch inside her.
When she came around him, milked his already spent cock as if he could give her the seed of the world, he whined, trembling- and if she had been inside her body and her own consciousness, she’d have realized he came again, even if his body had nothing left to give her.
But Gia was floating, outside her body, everything warm and buzzing like cicadas, humming like honeybees. She couldn’t breathe but gods above she didn’t need to.
She existed in this limitless world for seconds, breaths, or years- she’d never know. But slowly, slowly, she came back to herself- felt her own warm, tingling skin- felt Astarion, now stretched out next to her, an arm over her belly, gripping her waist tightly as he nuzzled into her breasts, her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin, the heat of her life.
“I’ve got you my love,” he whispered, a gentle brush of his lips to her neck. She realized he’d pulled the blanket up over them, had settled them into a little nest of warmth. “Close those pretty eyes, I’ve put you through quite the ordeal, it seems.”
Gia couldn’t argue. Her body felt exhausted, and his touch was so comforting, the way he held onto her as if he might fall off the edge of the realms without her grounding presence made her feel so complete.
Sleep beckoned, and she couldn’t find the reason or desire to deny it.
*
Gia woke from a dreamless sleep, still feeling Astarion clinging to her. She didn’t think she could have slept long- but she felt refreshed, her muscles all pleasantly loose.
Astarion shifted against her, mumbling her name in his sleep, and she traced a hand along his spine, feeling the ridges of his scars beneath her fingers. Instead of trying to escape the touch, he melted into her more, seemed to relax under it- as if he knew, in his subconscious, it could be no one but her.
She smiled to herself. Once, what felt like only moments ago, Astarion would have shied away from the touch at such a sensitive place. His growth was something to be proud of.
She was grinning to herself over it, feeling giddy and lovestruck, when Astarion lifted his head, eyes bleary with sleep, curls in sheer disarray. Despite the dark, he could see her clearly. “What is so amusing?” he asked, voice slow.
“Just thinking about how proud I am of you.”
Astarion scowled- but the frown didn’t reach his eyes. Those, despite their sleepiness, were dancing. “Proud?” he scoffed, pushing himself up so he was fully supported by his arms, looking down at her. “Darling, you should still be too addle brained from those orgasms to think such thoughts.”
Gia offered a giggle, reaching up to run her fingers along his jaw. “Never.” He turned, kissed her palm, then her wrist, reveled in the feel of her calm pulse.
“You’re alright?” he asked, quietly. She nodded- ever touched by the concern that he had broken her by pleasure. Oh, she could handle whatever he wanted to try with her, she was sure.
And she’d love it.
“Good. Because that was… delightful.” He moved to kiss down her arm, lips brushing the tender skin at the crease of her elbow. “I’m happy to tie you up anytime you want.”
“So, magic rope?” Astarion lowered himself down, trailed his kisses along her shoulder, her collarbone. He hummed an affirment. “Where did you find such a thing?”
Astarion paused, lips hovering over the top of her breast now. “A lovely new shop just opened. They’re catering to some of the more… acquired tastes of the city.”
Gia bit back her laugh. New sex shop in the city? She’d have to pay a visit herself- preferably both with and without Astarion in tow. She did love to surprise him between the sheets.
Astarion continued his kisses down her breast, lips gently brushing her nipple. Gia sighed, and Astarion whispered, “tender?” As he did so, his hand slid over the soft curve of her belly, between her thighs, fingers tracing along her cunt, the skin overly warm, puffy, sensitive from their earlier activities.
Gia nodded, but didn’t push Astarion away. She spread her thighs slightly, let him trace along her, as he kissed between her breasts, then back up to her neck, nibbled at her earlobe and had her giving breathy laughs.
“I can stop,” he offered, “but if you’re interested, I’d very much like something a bit… softer now.”
Gia turned, answered Astarion by offering him a sugar sweet, loving kiss- smiling against his lips. He smiled back, continued to touch her gently. The stark contrast to her body slowly reacting to his touch, compared to how she had felt tied up, body roaring with desire and teeming to the brim with need- it was dizzying.
“You know,” Astarion whispered against her lips, as his fingers eased past her folds, brushed her clit very gently. “I don’t deserve you, right?”
Gia got her hand in his sort, wild curls, stroking them back, making his eyelids flutter. “Say that again,” she whispered, stern, “and I’ll sit you down like a schoolboy and make you recite the exact opposite until your lips are numb.”
Astarion laughed, that carefree bark that would be unbecoming to most, but to Gia made her heart flutter so wildly in her chest. “Mm, yes ma’am.” He pecked her lips again, as his fingers eased down to her entrance, pushed into her. She was exceedingly hot, and gasped softly into the kiss, her nerves still very sensitive. “Too much?”
She shook her head. “Slow,” she whispered, and Astarion obeyed, pumping his fingers very slowly, brushing that sweet spot inside her but not lingering. Gia began to relax into it, letting her hand leave Astarion’s hair to slip beneath the blanket and their bodies, searching for his cock. She found him half hard, a bead of precum lingering at his slit. When she took him in hand he let his eyes fall shut, rocking into her fist with each slow stroke, looking at peace.
He stiffened in her hand as her excitement began to run down his fingers, drip from his wrist. When she released him, he pulled his fingers wordlessly from her cunt, not needing her to tell him she was ready, wanted him.
He maneuvered between her legs, laid out over her and slowly sank back into her heat. Gia sighed, got her arms up over his shoulders, as she had wanted to before, when they were bound. She held on as he didn’t thrust, but simply rested his cock inside her, chose instead to focus on kissing her again. His tongue teased her lips, pressed past them to slide with ease against her own.
She tightened around him, slightly, pushed her own tongue against his until she could feel the points of his teeth.
A flick against his fangs, and he was rocking slowly into her, a little noise lost to their kiss. She dug her fingers more firmly into the muscles at his upper back, his cock finding each little nerve that had been previously burnt out.
He was so slow, so deep, so calm, that it had Gia kissing at him more eagerly, almost wanting him to speed up just a little. She lifted her hips, began meeting each thrust, the room spinning behind her eyelids as she realized she’d forgotten to breathe.
Astarion pulled from kiss swollen lips as she sucked in a breath, dipping down to kiss her neck, her shoulder again. “Gods I adore you,” he murmured, as she rubbed her hands over his scars. “Every bit of you, sweet little thing.” He pushed himself up to his knees, forced her hands form his back, the blanket draping over him for a moment like a cape.
Gia giggled, as he tossed it away. But oh, he grinned.
“You laugh even while I’m inside you,” he whispered, running his hands down along her thighs. “You smile one moment and sigh my name the next. I couldn’t ask for a better… recipe of a woman.”
Gia reached up, covered her mouth, laughing harder. “Recipe?” she asked. Astarion gave her a sheepish smile. It made him seem centuries young, like a foolish boy in love for the first time.
“Yes. What? It’s fitting- don’t give me that look!”
Gia was looking at him like he was the most ridiculous, utterly unfathomable, and absolutely precious man to ever enter her life.
The vampire melted under that stare- it was easy to see, as he looked at his tiefling like he was falling in love all over again. He eased his hands up along her thighs, over her hips and belly, to grasp at her soft waist, easing Gia down onto his cock for each deep thrust. She was willing to let the teasing drop for the moment- but oh, he would not be living that little failed line down.
She’d see to that.
Instead she fell back into the physical intimacy, trembling as her body rejoiced at Astarion’s slightly increased tempo. He squeezed her waist again, fluttered his silver lashes as he groaned. “Gods, I can never last with you.”
Gia took it as a compliment.
She squirmed an arm between them, reached down and brushed her fingers at her clit. She wouldn’t mind if Astarion came without her- she was simply enjoying the rush of endorphins at that moment, didn’t even need an orgasm- but when he was soft like this, vulnerable, she knew he could feel guilty if he reached his pleasure and she didn’t.
She moaned, fingers moving over her clit gently, body tightening around Astarion’s cock, forcing his thrusts to slow. Fuck, perhaps she had been more worked up than she thought. It was still a bit hard to tell- her entire being simply felt good, after all of the orgasms Astarion had already gifted her.
She felt Astarion’s hips twitch, his thrust falter- before he collected himself through a deep groan, thrust even deeper, turned that spot inside her to an inferno of sheer glorious bliss. She whispered his name, felt him tremble.
“Gia, Gia,” he whispered, stuck on her name, “darling, my love-” he choked slightly, a whine constricting his throat.
My darling, my everything and ever after- all the unfinished words seemed to flood her mind, as if she was still connected by that wretched tadpole, from what felt like seconds and lifetimes ago. Gia smiled, tipped her head back, sighed as her orgasm slowly took hold, cunt tightening around Astarion, milking him into his own orgasm as he continued to chant her name.
Gia went lax, into the bed- didn’t mind when Astarion sprawled over her, nuzzling into her neck desperately, seeking out warmth, physical touch. She got her arms back around him, stroked his back as she tried to regain her breath. His legs entangled with hers, until she was shivering, his foot sliding along her leg.
“Your feet are cold,” she teased, and Astarion snorted.
“Ah yes, delightful pillow talk.” He pushed himself up, pulled himself from her and sat on the edge of the bed, stretching. When he glanced back over his shoulder at her, he was the single most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
She sat up, attempting to tame her wild strawberry curls. “Excuse my mind for still being a bit foggy. You did wrench how many orgasms from me in the past- what, hour? Two?”
Astarion stared at her for a moment, before his face split into a mischievous grin. “Darling, the entire night has passed. You slept as if you were in fact the dead one.”
Gia stared at him in disbelief for a moment, before she nearly jumped from the bed, rushing across the bedroom, to the heavy curtains at their bedroom window. She parted them just enough that she could peak outside, and was met with the glaring late morning sun.
She had indeed slept through the whole night, and thought it had only been an hour.
“Oh by the gods,” she exclaimed, turning away from the curtain and rushing about the bedroom, trying to locate some clothing. She needed to get to the market before the vendors up and went home- and if it was this late already, she was sure all of the choice produce was gone. She had a whole list of berries she had wanted to try in her new tart recipe to perfect it.
Astarion watched as she tried to pull a dress on, before he was standing up, crossing the dark room and laughing as he helped her- pulling at the ties in the back for her and lacing it. The deep pink was laced with gold embroidery that he had done, personally.
“This is my favorite on you,” he whispered, kissing the back of her shoulder. “Let me take it off you when you come home?”
She turned, could have chided him for still wanting her- but honestly, it was the highest of compliments. And even as satiated as she was- the promise of his touch, his intimacy, that physical love, waiting for her?
She’d do anything for it. And yet, she had to do nothing at all.
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