You've started working for the Wayne Foundations and feel that maybe you can finally make a change in Gotham, but will your mysterious boss and his dark alter ego come in the way of your dream?
Chapter 1: Strange Girl (wp) | Chapter 2: Girl of the Year (wp) | Chapter 3: Crush (wp) | Chapter 4: Drunk in Gotham (wp) | Chapter 5: Baby I'm Dyin'* (wp) | Chapter 6: Cellophane (wp) | Chapter 7: Something in the Way (wp) | Chapter 8: Bluebird (wp) | Chapter 9: Everlong* (wp) | Chapter 10: Working for the Knife (wp) | Chapter 11: Anything to Say You're Mine (wp) | Chapter 12: Master of None (wp) | Chapter 13: Oblivion (wp) | Chapter 14: No Interference (wp)
Just Added
Chapter 15: I Will Possess Your Heart* (wp) | Chapter 16: The Hand That Feeds (wp)
Pairing: Bellara/Rook
Tags/Warnings: Developing Relationships, Face Sitting, First Time Blowjobs, 69 lol, PWP
A/N: had to write about my rook and his wife lmao ;-; she's also so tired pls rest ;-; also, bellara has a line about only being with irelin so tried to establish their boundaries a little bit
Relaxing.
It is a simple action. It should be a simple action, but Bellara fidgets as she kneels on her green bench, trying to clear her mind. Emmrich gave her some breathing exercises, and she should try them out. See if they will make her feel better. She closes her eyes, gently rests her hands in her lap, and inhales. No more Archive, no more of her Gods trying to destroy the world. She exhales, proud of herself.
Though she has just started, she's confident she can do this. She can relax. Maybe even take a nap! The possibilities are endless until she opens her eyes and sees the Archive out of the corner of her eye. She could tinker with it more since she has a clearer head. She could learn more about her people, just like Cyrian would have wanted. It would be a good thing! Her people would gain so much from this knowledge!
She gets up, heading to the artifact when the door opens. Oh no!
She returns to the bench quickly, pretending to relax, when she sees it's Rook. She would not be able to hide her anxiety in front of him.
He smiles warmly, the sharp angles of his face softening. "Good. You're relaxing. Emmrich and Neve sent me to check." Rook says, his deep voice feeling like a warm blanket.
"Relaxing is hard, Rook." Bellara says, her brows knitting together.
"Do you need help?" Rook asks, always there to help, always willing to do the right thing.
"Uh, sure, yeah. Why not! You can probably relax easily, so I'll take tips from a pro!" Bellara starts to ramble, wringing her hands as he sits beside her.
"I wouldn't go that far for my relaxation, but I can think of some things we--I mean--you can try." Rook clears his throat, looking away from his crush. The other mages sent him in here, but he didn't know what he would say to her. "Breathing exercises going okay? Good! Good luck!" That would have been a simple thing to do, but Bellara is not a simple woman. Sometimes, he wants to peer into her head and see how her brain works. He can listen to her talk all day and already has when she and Emmrich get into Fade discussions.
"What do you do to relax?" She asks, her big brown eyes pouring into him.
He wishes she wouldn't look at him that way, the gaze making him hot all over. He feels juvenile. If he lives through this, he will be 34 soon. He shouldn't feel twenty years younger, his heart thumping hard in his chest as he shrugs. "Make sure I'm breathing. During my Crow training, we learned that we must ensure our brain still receives oxygen. When we're in action, going in for the kill, our thoughts, our bodies, they need to be one. So taking a deep breath or two helps center myself."
Bellara leans forward as she listens, nodding along. Her chest is mere inches from his arm, and he makes himself look forward at her room, with the papers all over the walls. "Ah, Emmrich said something similar with breathing. I think it works, but I start getting excited about how it's working, and then I want to use the energy for something, but then I get anxious about things not working, or wasting time, or the Gods, and then I can't relax all over again." Her forehead wrinkles as she explains, and Rook hums and thinks.
He can't tell her the other way he relaxes. He couldn't imagine Bellara with her legs spread, hair down, and fingers working as she thought of something that turned her on. He hopes it will be him in her thoughts, but he smiles instead.
"Did you ask the others? I bet Neve goes for a walk. Davrin probably plays with Assan. Lucanis probably makes a cup of coffee, and Harding and Taash probably train. Do any of those work?" She nibbles her bottom lip, and she shrugs.
"Am I a lost cause, Rook?" She asks, and it breaks his heart.
His voice softens as he turns to face her, taking her hands. "No! Not at all, Bel. You have to find what works for you. Do you want to go for a walk?" He asks, wondering if the temperature has risen or if it's him.
She sighs, "Maybe later. I want to get the breathing parts at least down." Bellara says, a sadness in her eyes.
He shakes his head. "You're doing just fine," He says, squeezing her hands gently. "I can think of something else, but you would have to trust me."
She smiles, moving closer. "Well, of course I trust you, Rook." She says, and he takes a deep breath.
"Sometimes, when I need to relax and have a bunch of pent-up energy, I masturbate."
Her eyes widen, and she looks away. "Oh! Uh! That's!"
"I'm sorry if that was too much. Ah, just something to do." Rook says, letting go of her hands.
She sighs, frowning. "I haven't had the time or the urge to do that."
"Well, uh." He searches for the right words, the conversation making his cock tingle between his thighs. "I can help you if you want?" He offers, hoping he isn't overstepping.
Her brown eyes almost pop out, and she laughs, looking away. "Oh, I... Is that okay?" She asks, raising her eyebrows.
"I'd think it would be fine, but we don't have to, Bel. If it's too much."
She sits back, though she hasn't said anything. "Well, I'm down for anything to know if it'll work," Bellara says after a moment, and Rook's heart skips over itself.
"I would help you out as a friend," He says instead, trying to hide his excitement. If he could bury his face between her thighs, he would.
"Yeah, as a friend! So what do we do?" She asks, and Rook moves closer, touching her cheek. "Alright. Can I kiss you?" He asks, his dark eyes darting to her eyes and her lips.
"Is that part of it?" She asks, leaning into him.
"No, but I want to." Rook replies, his voice barely a whisper. She smiles, nodding. Their lips meet carefully. Rook gently sucks on her bottom lip. Her moan softly falls from her lips, and his cock jumps at the sound. They pull away, and she laughs.
"So what do we do now?" She asks, and Rook takes a moment, staring her over. He thinks she is so beautiful as he leans back in, pecking her quickly.
"Do you want to get naked?" He asks her, though he imagines it a million times already.
"Are you going to get naked too?" She asks, singing the words.
"Do you want me to?" He asks, knowing if she did, he would rip his clothes off.
She nods, her fingers going to her top. "It'd make me feel less self-conscious, I think."
"You've nothing to be worried about, guapa," He whispers, pulling his top from his body and flinging it on the ground.
Bellara pauses, her shirt almost off. "Is everything okay?" He asks.
"Uh huh," Bellara says with a giggle. "You're really handsome, like heroes in the serials," Bellara says, avoiding her gaze.
He smiles, watching as she timidly removes her shirt. "So if we do this, Rook, um, what will we be?" He sits back on the couch, his erection obvious in his pants.
"We can be friends still or something more." He wouldn't mind being her boyfriend; the idea is something he welcomes. Her breasts are perfect, just as he imagined, her brown nipples pointing up the sky with a small slope.
"I don't know," Bellara says, covering her chest.
"Why?" He asks, motioning her to come closer.
"I've been told I talk too much and can go on and on. I've been told that's annoying, and I don't know my limits. Is that okay with you, Rook?" She asks, moving closer. He chuckles, carefully removing her hand over one of her breasts. He kisses the knuckles and nods.
"Yes. More than okay, Bel." He moves her hand out of the way, his warm mouth wrapping around her taut nipple.
Her brows knit together as she squirms. "This... Is not helping me relax, falon!"
His tongue flicks at the nub before he pulls away. "Is it bad?" He asks, concern lining his face. Bellara shakes her head. "No! I..." She makes a face as Rook starts to massage her chest, her legs squeezing together. She moans instead, and he chuckles, "If you want me to stop, tell me." He thinks about stopping anyway when he realizes they didn't lock her door.
Her hands rest over his as she shakes her head. "No. Please. I think I can see the relaxing properties." She says with a small laugh. He leans forward, sucking on her soft neck, his tongue running along the goosebumps, and she whimpers. "Very relaxing," She whispers as he pinches the peaks. "Rook?" She says softly, and he pulls away, raising his eyebrow.
"Yes, Bel?"
"I-I-I'm not that skilled at... You know. I've only been with women."
"That's not a problem. We'll go slow if that's alright."
She nods, her eyes going to his thighs. "And with that... As you know, I've been reading serials, and in one particularly spicy one, the romantic lead let the other ride their thigh when they weren't ready." Rook smiles as he stops his massages, still holding her small breasts in his hands. "We can do that. I was also thinking I could go down on you. That could help you relax."
Her eyes widen, her blush never fading, and she motions to his erection. "What about you?"
"Don't worry about me, guapa." She pouts, and he chuckles, "What do you want to do then?" He asks, leaning back against her bench.
"I've never dealt with a penis before." Bellara states, and Rook's smile softens as he pushes her pants down.
She allows him, standing up to get all the way undressed. He doesn't hesitate as he leans forward, kissing her lower stomach. His hands cup her ass as he holds her closer. There's a tuft of dark hair on her mound, and he presses a kiss there, too. The moan that escapes makes him rock hard. He's in half disbelief. He's already this turned on by her, and they've barely touched. Perhaps he has been celibate for too long. It's the only thing that makes sense. "Bellara..." He whispers, looking up at her. "Sit on my face." He says, resting back on the bench.
"Oh! Is that comfortable? Relaxing?"
"Absolutely. And if it's not, well, there are other things we can try." He reassures, unbuckling his pants. "And if you need something to do, you can play with my cock." His cock springs out, waiting happily for her touch.
"Play with it?" She asks, a little confused as he takes her hand.
"Touch it, stroke it. Hell, you can put it in your mouth. I don't care as long as I get to taste you." Rook replies quickly as he guides her closer to the bench. She blushes hard as she follows his lead, gently kicking her leg over his head, and her hips slowly come down to his face. He groans as her hands rest on his hips, hers sinking against his eager face. He quickly kisses her inner thigh, his stubble brushing against her skin, making a wet trail to her hot core. She whines as his tongue traces along her entrance. His cock twitches as he closes his eyes, his hands wrapping around her hips, bringing her lower.
Her moans gain in volume, her hands balling into fists as he laps at her folds. Her taste is as intoxicating as he thought it would be, warm and earthy. Please touch me, Rook's mind repeats as he pulls away, spreading her lips to find his target. She cries out as he suckles her clit, his tongue prodding at her button. She leans forward, panting as she squirms in his grip, her hand wrapping around his cock. His stomach tenses, and his hips buck.
"It's thicker than I..." Bellara starts, but the rest of the sentence is lost as she moans, Rook's tongue swirling around her clit before he tilts his head back, coating his mouth with her juices. She slowly starts to pump him, her hips rocking back and forth with Rook's head movement.
He pulls away as she quickens her pace, focusing on his tip. "Bel..." He grunts before burying his mouth against her. He would cum all over her hands before he could get her to cum all over his mouth; how embarrassing.
She stops suddenly, her hands moving up to his chest. "Ah!" She cries as he sharpens his tongue, using it to thrust in and out of her hole. "M-more!" She manages to say, her legs trembling. He slips his hand from her thighs, his middle finger taking over as he returns to her clit. The whimpers escaping her lips drive him crazy as she squeezes around his digit. He can only imagine how perfect she'd feel around his cock. Wetness escapes and drenches his finger as he continues to work her. She leans back down again, her body so soft and warm against his. He can barely register how much he loves how she feels when she wraps her mouth around his tip. He groans as she starts to bob her head curiously on his shaft. He would need to fuck her. Hopefully, sooner rather than later. Their muffled moans fill the room as she tries to lick his cock at the same time she sucks, Rook focusing on her swelling clit.
It doesn't take long before Bellara pulls her mouth off him, begging. "Oh, Rook! I'm!" He steels his mind to not cum himself as he goes between suckling and licking her sweet button, his finger working her over as she stiffens, trying to raise her hips away from him. He keeps her locked down as her leg slips from the couch, trying to leverage her sweaty body with her tiptoes on the cool marble ground. However, her attempts to escape are futile as Rook follows her moves, his mouth staying connected to her as best as he can. He wants every drop, for her taste to be his only sustenance for as long as he lives. She comes down, holding on to the bench as she pants. "Rook..." He gets a few more laps in before he lets go of her thigh, allowing her to lift enough for him to slide up.
"Mmm?" He asks, his lips shiny from her.
"You didn't!" She says suddenly, pointing to his rock-hard dick.
"Oh. I can take care of that." He says, waving her worry away. She looks blissed out, like sleep with come soon, but instead, she leans down, taking his cock back in her mouth, tucking her hair behind her ear. He coughs, taken aback by her action. "Just... Like that..." He growls as she bobs her head, her hand finding his balls, hesitating before squeezing them.
"I don't want to... Come in your mouth." He says suddenly as he can feel his stomach twist and knot, his tip suddenly too sensitive as she swipes her tongue around it.
"Huh? Why not?" She asks, removing her mouth, her hands still massaging his tense balls. "Could taste bad." He says quickly, and she shrugs. "I know it'll be salty. The serials said that male ejaculate could be." Bellara says before returning her mouth.
Rook grunts, holding on to her bun, wishing he could undo it and grip her hair as he wanted. "Bel... I want to fuck you so bad. I wanna make you come around my--" He moans, his hand sliding down her back, returning two fingers between her thighs, and pumping her. She moans, moving up to her knees to give him better access. He closes his eyes tighter as he arches his back, thrusting his hips against her mouth, his other hand going to her head and keeping her down as his first pumps entered her mouth. She pulls away, and he lets her go, stroking himself through it. She stays low still, watching as his tip erupts with more whitish liquid, covering his hand and dripping down to her own that stays on his tensing testicles.
"Ah..." She laughs as she sits up, looking at her wet hand. "You're right about the taste. It's different than in the serials. I don't hate it, though, but I..." She licks her hand as Rook tries to catch his breath, bringing his other hand that was in her to his lips.
"My Bellara..." He says after a moment, and she pauses before giggling.
"Yeah. Your Bellara." She says with a nod, yawning.
"Did it work?" He asks after a moment, his cock now soft. He should have brought rags with him so he could clean them off.
"What work?" She asks, her lids heavy.
"Are you relaxed?"
Bellara smiles softly, "You know. I am calm. I feel so..." She laughs lightly, and Rook gets up as she rests back on the bench.
"Do you have rags or cloth? I want to clean you up," Rook explains, and Bellara points to the other desk. "Mmm. Maybe there? I don't know." She closes her eyes, and he finds the cloth, wiping his hand and his cock and around his tip. He'd take a bath once he got back to his quarters.
He grabs another one, turning to Bellara, but pauses. Her eyes are already closed, her mouth open as she sleeps. He smiles, gently taking her hand and wiping his emission from her fingers. Mission successful, He thinks to himself as he finds a blanket covering her. He quickly redresses himself, hoping they'll go further the next time they do this. The thought of her around his cock gives him body tingles, but he can settle for this. There was nothing like the way she rode his face.
He quietly leaves, hurrying up the steps when Neve stops him. "Rook, is Bellara okay? Emmrich told me that she hadn't been sleeping, and I was going to check on her.
Rook's eyes widen, and he nods quickly. "Um, yeah. She's sleeping now. We did some breathing exercises and stuff."
Neve's look makes him feel like he's been caught red-handed, her watchful eyes picking up on his ruffled short hair and clothes. He probably smells like sex, too. She chuckles, giving him a firm nod. "Good. She needs sleep. Thank you for helping her, Rook." He smiles back and rushes away. Their secret would be out soon enough.
Penelope doesn't know what about them turns her and Xavier on, but when the satin ears arrive with the matching bunny suit, she can't help but tease. He went out with a friend this weekend but promised to return by Sunday. But it's Friday now, and Penelope is horny and lonely. She would have waited until she saw him again before putting this costume on, but she couldn't wait.
She laughs as she stands in front of the mirror, adjusting the top as it holds her breasts in. It did say it would have everything in place, and she watched more than a few reviews of curvier women bouncing around to prove it right. She heads to her bathroom, deciding to break out the red lipgloss and a soft smokey eye. If Xavier were around, he would ruin her makeup with his kisses, his cock, and making her cry for more. Gods, she wants him.
She hurries back into her room as if she's running out of time and poses in many different ways, bending over, facing her mirror, and showing off her ass, decorated with her spiderweb tattoos that peak and end under her ample and heart-shaped cheeks. The pantyhose is sheer enough to show them, and she noted buying more. He wouldn't show mercy to them, and the thought of him ripping them makes her heart race. The next pose is a standard mirror one, a smirk painted on her red lips, her breasts pushed up on display, and her ears just in view. Penelope decides to take one more, kissing the mirror this time and leaving a pretty mark she would have to clean later as she attempts to squat, her hand in front of her private area and showing off her bunny-themed nails. It's just a coincidence, but she still feels very clever.
She sends them off without overthinking with a caption, "Wish you were here," and a kiss emoji to end it. She tosses her phone on the bed and laughs, her heart thumping. This would be nothing more than flirting, maybe sexting, but it's the first time she's done it with him. He's seen her naked plenty of times, but this makes her nervous.
He answers quickly. His notification of loving each image lets her know he probably saved them. "My bunny. U want me to come home?" He asks, and Penelope resists from saying yes outright.
"What about your trip?"
"I need U." He replies as soon as her message goes through, and another message follows. Penelope rolls her to her side, her face heating as she sees he sent a photo. It's a bit blurry, but undeniably his cock, half hard and his hand wrapped around the base.
She lets out a whimper and reaches for her vibrator on her table. The costume has clasps at the crotch, so luckily, she doesn't have to shimmy out of it. She tugs the pantyhose down and adjusts the toy, closing her eyes as the toy buzzes to life. She brings her phone close, whimpering into a voice note. "Xavy... Please..." She moans out, and her phone rings.
She almost drops it when she sees it's a video call. She laughs softly as she answers. His room is dark, but the brightness of his phone illuminates his flushed face. "Penny..." She smiles back, and he grunts. "I knew I should have stayed home this weekend," Xavier says as he reaches for something, the light in his room suddenly turning on.
"We'll have other weekends." Penelope whispers, squeezing her thighs together as the toy puffs away at her clit.
He readjusts his phone, resting next to him as he starts pumping himself again. The sight of his lean body, his muscles tensing as he fists his cock makes goosebumps travel up her body. "My Bunny..." He whispers, his mouth staying slightly open as praises stumbles out. "Pull down your top. Let me see you." He says, and Penelope obeys, her hand pulling at the pleather fit, and her breasts quickly fall out and obey the rules of gravity. His moans are delicious, and Penelope can tell he's close. "I wish I was there... I want to suck on them. Taste you. Feel you around my cock." Penelope whimpers back, and his screen goes dark for a moment before returning, the angle changing. "You're using the toy I got you?" He asks, a darkness in his voice.
Penelope whines as suddenly the vibrations change, not hers. "Ah!" She closes her eyes, almost dropping her phone. "Good girl... Let me hear you." She can hear the wet noises from his hand and pants as he keeps the toy high.
Her hips lift as she can't keep her moans down, the toy relentless against her clit. "Xav-Xavi-!" Penelope stammers, trying to keep her volume down as she writhes.
He turns the vibrations down, moving his phone to look at her again. "Tell me what you want," His voice is husked with lust, and Penelope rolls to her side, moving her phone out so he can see how undone he's gotten her in this short period, the sweat that starts to bead on her body, the way the suit is pushed up haphazardly around her hips and pooling under her breasts. "I want you to fuck me." She mewls, lifting her leg to reveal the pink toy. He nods, moving the phone down to show off his leaky cock.
"How, tell me how..." He whimpers as he figures out how to open the app again with the camera still on, the vibrations now in a bouncy rhythm, matching his strokes with his other hand. Penelope pants, her mind blanking. If he could just teleport here and fuck her into her mattress, she wouldn't ask for anything more.
"H-h-hard!" She says, her hand massaging her breast.
"Ah... You can do better than that, bunny." The nickname makes her whimper, and she tugs at her nipple, her piercing.
"Breed your bunny. I want it so fucking badly!" She says the heightened pleasure is making her words slur.
He laughs as he picks up his speed. "Gods... I want to. I want to fill you to the brim with my seed and make you mine forever. My bunny."
Penelope cries out as he returns the toy to the high pressure again, her legs squeezing together. "Please! I need it. I need it!" Penelope rolls to her stomach, arching her back. She's going to come. Suddenly, the toy shuts down, and Penelope whines, turning to face the camera.
"Don't be greedy..." He chuckles, breathing hard from his nose. Penelope sits on all fours, her legs shaking. "You are so beautiful, Penelope..." He whispers instead, which makes Penelope make a face towards the camera. She slips her hand between her thighs, readjusting the toy as he starts it up again. He curses under his breath as he watches her on his screen, her breasts pressing against her dark covers, makeup smudged as she stares back, pushing her hips back and forth. "If I were there, I would be pressing you down into your mattress."
Penelope closes her eyes as she kicks her leg up. "Fucking your cum back into me?" She asks, her voice so sweet for words so naughty. The vibrator's pressure shoots up, and she gasps, almost dropping it as he starts working her again.
"Of course. My bunny needs every drop. Nothing wasted." He grunts as he fucks his hand. The sight drives her wild as she squeezes her sheets.
"Xavi... Please! I want you now." She wonders if he can teleport to her.
"Aww... You sound so cute when you're begging." Xavier whispers, deciding to keep the vibrations at the highest they can go. The words Penelope wanted to say were now lost as she screamed for him.
"My star! I'm going to come!" Penelope cries as she buries her face, ruining her pillowcase as lip gloss and drool escape her mouth.
"Yeah? Come for me, baby. Let me hear you." Penelope lets go of the vibrator, her thighs squeezing tight and keeping the now mean vibrations from leaving her. She feels as though she blacked out. She suddenly comes to, collapsing on the bed and panting hard as she rolls back to her side. Xavier chuckles as she sees the mess he's made on his sheets before turning the camera to his flushed face.
"Mmm... I should have... Rescheduled this trip..." He whispers as he sits up.
Penelope weakly reaches for her phone and nods. "You left me all alone..." She says, pouting. Her makeup is smudged, just like he would have done it, and she feels so silly looking at herself on the tiny screen. She sees the screenshot notification, and she frowns.
"You look so cute like this..." Xavier says, a playful smile on his lips.
"It looks better in person," Penelope sleepily snaps back, a yawn bubbling up at the end.
"When I return... Can you wear this for me again?" He asks, and she nods quickly. "Yes, my love. I even got you matching ears."
He lets out a soft moan at that and shakes his head. "I need to sleep... Not think about fucking you in bunny ears."
"Come home early," Penelope says, and Xavier pauses. "I will."
Penelope shakes her head as she sits up, her mind dizzy. "No, don't. You deserve to have time with your friends."
Xavier rolls his eyes, "I would much rather be cuddled up with you, but... I will stay. Promise me we can repeat this tomorrow night."
Penelope giggles and shrugs, "I think I have another sexy costume I can wear..."
"Good!" He says quickly. "I can't wait to see it."
"Only when we're together do I taste the most satisfying sweetness." It takes place before Eternal Atattachment but after the Birthday Event 4 CGI 💙❄️
Zayne runs his fingers along your cheek, his eyes soft as his dark eyes meet yours. There’s a little bit of icing on the side of his lips and you break the eye contact, wiping the crumbs with your thumb. He turns his head, his lips wrapping around your appendage, engulfing it in warmth. You gasp, your mind telling you to remove your hand from his lips, but instead, you stay frozen, your hummingbird heart fluttering, the warmth from his mouth traveling up your arms and legs and radiating from your core.
He opens his mouth to a cheeky smile, nodding his head slightly. “That is much sweeter.” He whispers, his hand on your cheek, bringing you closer. You’re careful not to get any of the cake on your top as your lips brush, but Zayne senses your hesitation. “Perhaps… you can feed me over there…” His eyes point to the bed.
You’re taken aback by his forwardness, your cheeks radiating heat. “You’ll make a mess if we take the cake over there, Mr. Zayne.” You say, trying to play coy. He doesn’t buy it, turning your head to face to look at him again.
“I want to…” he leans closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “Taste you.”
You breathe heavily through your nostrils, the implication bearing heavily on your mind. “Where do you want to taste me?” You ask as he moves from his side of the table to kneel in front of you, his hands running along your thighs.
“Here…” he leans down, kissing the top of your thighs, before making a trail up to your stomach. “And here…” Zayne sits back on his haunches, his eyes dark with lust.
“Just those places?” You ask before he takes your hands, bringing your knuckles to his lips.
“I want to taste your fingers… Your palms…” He makes another trail down your ring finger to your palm and wrist. He sighs, nipping your soft skin on your forearm. “Sweeter than the cake…” You laugh softly as he stands, pulling you up as well. “But the one thing I want to taste, more than this…” Zayne leans down, pecking your lips.
“A kiss?” You ask when he pulls away, backing into his bed.
“More…” He whispers, lying back and leading you to him. You rest on top of him, his dark hair pushed out of his face for once. He takes his glasses off, sits up to put them on the end table, and rests his other hand on the small of your back. You stare down at his face, dimly lit by the lamps, as he turns to face you. “Usually, I would use my hands, but per my orders from my lovely keeper, I will need to use my mouth instead.” Your eyes drop down to his lips as he talks, your brows lowering as the pressure between your thighs grows.
“Take off your skirt…” He says, a sternness hinting in his tone. You bite your lip as you move from his touch, unbuttoning your skirt and slipping it down from your hips. His eyes are hot as he watches, and you watch as the rise and fall of his chest quickens.
“What about my-“
“Keep them on for now…” You had a hunch that he might want you like this, and in your anxiety-riddled mind, you made sure you wore icy blue lace panties and a matching bra. You told yourself if tonight was a disaster, at least those matched for once. “Blue is my favorite color,” He says softly, moving to close the distance before kissing your neck, his hand resting on the nape of your neck and the other resting over your panties. You moan softly, looking over at him through your lashes. “If I can taste you for each birthday to come…” Zayne says, muffled against your skin.
“Mr. Zay—“ He pulls away, tilting his head to the side.
“I want to be Zayne when we’re alone…” Zayne states, his fingers gently gripping your hair and turning you to face him.
“Force of habit,” You say quickly as he guides your lips to his, and your breathing becomes one. His hand between your legs starts to rub at your panties, making you squirm.
“Your wrist,” you say against his mouth.
He pulls away, resting your forehead against his. “You should become an orthopedic hand specialist…” He replies, mirth dancing in his eyes as he leans down on the bed, removing his hand. “Then I shall taste you now. Take them off.” He lets you go, shrugging off his khaki jacket and tossing it off the bed. You follow suit, your thumbs hooking around the lacy borders and pulling them off your body.
Zayne freezes, his dark emerald eyes glued between your legs as you expose yourself. His cheeks tinge pink as he lies back on the bed again, “Come here…” He whispers, and you waste no time, letting him wrap you up in an embrace. His lips find yours in a passionate zeal, his teeth gently dragging your bottom lip as his hands unhook your bra. The loosening of your restraints makes you moan as your chest starts to spill onto his shirt, and he slips the straps down your arms and your body. You pull him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist, his body so warm against you. However, you note he’s wearing too much as your fingers drag from his neck to his shirt, your tongues dancing as you start to undo the buttons. You pull away, feeling his bulge pressing against your heat.
As you unbutton his shirt, you continue to drag your fingers down his chest as you expose more and more of his skin. His breathing quickens, and he breathes heavily through his flared nostrils. He sits up, allowing you to push the white shirt down his toned arms and onto the bed. Now free from another layer of clothing, his arms engulf you in an embrace before his mouth finds your nipple, his warm breath causing a flare of goosebumps down your body. You nibble at your lip as his hands move lower, gripping and massaging your ass. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers intertwining with his dark strands as his tongue rolls around your areola, his mouth suckling before moving to the other. You whimper, lifting your hips slightly, aware of his light-colored pants and how you would definitely leave a wet mark on his crotch. He doesn’t seem to mind or think about that as he pushes your hips back down, your whimper getting stuck in your throat.
His mouth releases your nipple with a soft pop, and he rests back on the pillows. “You taste so sweet, (Y/N), but I need something sweeter.” He says, guiding your hips towards his face. Your cheeks heat as you crawl up to his face.
“Wh-what about you?” You ask as he keeps you from turning around. He chuckles, kissing the inside of your thigh.
“Don’t worry about me,” He replies, making a trail of kisses up to your core, switching to the other side, and repeating the trail on your thigh. “I need my birthday treat,” Zayne says as he smiles at you cheekily. You carefully rest your hips down, but not far enough, worried about suffocation. Zayne, however, does not, his hands hooking around your hips and holding you down as he starts to feast.
His tongue laps at your folds, parting them as he searches for your clit. He closes his eyes, moaning as your taste coats his tongue. You gasp, holding on to the headboard as you try to lift your hips again. Zayne ignores this pathetic move as he lifts his head slightly, suckling on your clit. You moan in response, tossing your head back. His tongue swirls around your sweet button before he starts sucking again, his tongue pressing against it at the same time. Your toes curl as Zayne’s grip on your thighs tightens, locking you in place. His tongue lithely runs down your folds and back up to your clit until he guides your hips towards the headboard, allowing him more access. He sharpens his tongue, using it to tease your entrance.
You roll your head to the side as you glance down. Though his eyes are closed, his brows are low on his face; he’s focused. He dashes his tongue in and out of your dripping cunt, grunting as you fill his mouth. Your stomach tightens as he trails his tongue back to your clit, suckling the bundle of nerves and the sweet nectar. You arch your back, and he lets go of your thigh, his hand sliding up your abdomen and finding your breast, teasing and gently pinching your nipple.
He pulls his mouth away for a moment, his eyes dancing. “Sweetheart… You taste so good.” He whispers before returning his mouth. You bite your lip before rocking your hips with him as his tongue explores you again. Suddenly, you feel ice on your breast, his evol teasing around your nipple, and you gush around his tongue, moaning his name. He laughs breathlessly as he guides the offending hand down your body. You shiver as the ice drags down your stomach and to your inner thighs. He pulls away again, rubbing your clit with the freezing hand. You move your hips up, crying out as he holds you down with his other hand, his eyes dark as he watches you unravel above him before he returns his mouth.
You’re getting so close, but you don’t need to tell Zayne. His hand warms back to regular temperatures as he slips it under you. His middle finger thrusts inside as he laps at your clit, groaning with you as you reach down and tug gently at his hair, making his mouth open slightly, the laps turning into suckles. You feel your body heating with each thrust, each lick. You try to stay down, but your hips betray you, starting to run from the pleasure.
“(Y/N)...” Zayne says as he pulls away, watching your legs tremble around his head. You don’t want to talk, or in actuality, you can’t talk. Zayne kisses your thigh as he slips his ring finger in, his thrusts thicker in your weeping cunt. “I can’t wait for you to finish… And then feel you around me…”
The statement makes you cry out, thinking of his thick cock stretching you as he fucked you hard. You need it more than anything, grinding your hips against his mouth as he returns it, finally letting go of your other thigh to grip your ass. He focuses solely on your swelling button now, his tongue rolling around it and suckling over and over as he quickens his pace for his thrusts. Your mind is swimming in pleasure, and you're too forgone to tell him to don't overdo it with his wrists.
"Just like that, darling... You're doing a good job." Zayne whispers before he latches his mouth around your clit, your screams of pleasure filling the room. You close your eyes tight, your legs wrapping around his leg, suffocation be damned, as you feel the fire dance across your body, the ecstasy driving you temporarily insane as your thoughts are unified for once. You want Zayne here, now, and forever. He slows his thrusts, pulling his fingers from the dripping hole and guiding your hips from his face.
"Look at that..." He whispers, bringing his fingers to his lips and tasting you more. "I won't need any more cake as long as I have your taste..." He whispers before undoing his belt and pants. Your breathing tries to regulate, and as you remember, he did say there was more.
"Come here..." He whispers, helping guide you back, but this time, your hips to where his dick stands ready, his tip already leaking. You don't know if you could ride him as he deserves for his birthday, but he doesn't seem to mind, and he carefully guides your hips down, his thick shaft parting your lips as you sink your body against him. You both moan as he stretches you, your warmth engulfing him. "Ahh, (Y/N)."
Your fingers intertwine as he sits up a little, watching as you try to ride, lifting your exhausted hips and thighs. Mirth dances in his eyes as he lets go of your hands, chuckling. "Where's my hardworking hunter?" He asks with a smirk, his hands going to your hips.
"Mr. Zay--Zayne!" You reply quickly, embarrassment heating your cheeks. He holds your hips down as he starts to fuck you instead. Your hands go to his wrists, gripping them hard as he pounds you. "I guess I can pick up the slack this once," He whispers, panting as he watches your bodies collide, his eyes bouncing between his cock disappearing inside of you, your breasts, and your flushed face.
"You're so!!" You can't finish your sentence as he wraps his lips around your nipple again, twirling his tongue around the taut bud. Your mouth can barely form words, incomprehensible words of pleasure escaping anyway. He slows suddenly, letting you go.
"Turn around." He says as he pulls himself out. Your body trembles as you follow his orders. He guides your hips back down, his hands massaging your ass. You close your eyes as your mouth drops open. He slips back in with no resistance now as he sits up, dragging his hands up to your breasts as you both grind your bodies against each other, panting and needing more of each other. He reaches down between your thighs, rubbing your clit. You press your body against his, your brows knitting together. He kisses your neck and your jaw before sloppily kissing your lips. You moan against him as he slips his hands under your thighs.
He breaks the kiss and rests back on the pillows, pulling you with him. You moan out as his cock slips out, but he is quick, letting go of your thigh and slipping himself back in as if nothing happened. You close your eyes tight as he sets a slow and steady pace, making sure you feel every inch of his cock. Your moans fill the room again, as does the sound of your skin slapping against his with each stroke. You rest back, gripping the covers as your feet move to his tensing thighs. He moans, returning his hand between your thighs as he continues to rub at your clit, your wetness quickly coating his fingers. You whimper his name as he quickens his pace, his balls slapping against your slick cunt. Even though he isn't erratic, you can feel that he's holding himself back, his grip on your under-thigh ironclad as he tries to steady you above him.
"You're getting so close..." He whispers, his circular motion on your swelling button also quickening. Your hips rock with him, your body twitching as you can feel it, butterflies alight and dancing in your stomach around the fire.
"Zayne!!" You cry his name as he removes his hand from between your legs and holds your legs up, his pace now relentless. Your grip on the covers tightens as you try to stay on your bucking partner.
"That's right... Let it out," Zayne says through gritted teeth as you sing out, sobs wracking your body as your body feels like a live wire. Each stroke feels like a zap in your mind as he bottoms out quickly and pulls out, only to fill you again. You want to explode into tiny snowflakes above him as your mind can only focus on him and the way his cock fills you. You gush around him, your vision turning white as you close your eyes even tighter.
Zayne holds himself against you, trying to brave the storm before starting his thrusts again, his tip feeling more engorged than before. Your clit throbs as he pounds you again, his moans more vocal now as he holds you tighter. You tremble with each stroke, your body begging for more and a break at the same time as he chases his orgasm. He pulls out at the very last moment, his cock erupting and splattering your lower abdomen and entrance with his sticky emission.
You pant as he strokes himself, draining himself against you. He whines as he gently moves you off of him. You adjust as you crawl to his side, looking down at his cock, softening as he still strokes himself. You take over, his cum coating your fingers immediately. His breathing hitches, and he turns to kiss you softly, his brows lowering on his forehead. You peck his lips, taking in how undone he looks, faintly tasting yourself on his lips. He puts his hand over yours on his cock, sighing.
"Promise me..." He says, his voice a little hoarse as he begins. You tilt your head back, and a faint smile plays on his lips. "Promise me that you will celebrate my birthday with me forever..." You nod, scooting closer into his embrace and kissing him softly.
"I promise," You whisper back, dragging your hand to his chest. His hand follows suit, gently squeezing it. "Good... Because I will need another taste of your sweetness soon," He says, trying to suppress his yawn.
"You won't have to wait until it's your birthday." You reply with a giggle, and he nods firmly.
"I know, but this makes it even more special." He says, closing his eyes. "Thank you, (Y/N)..."
You snuggle against his chest, his heart beating fast. You let the percussion and his soft breathing guide you to sleep, knowing all you need is under your fingertips.
After completing your mission with Xavier, you decide to have a little fun.
Takes place during No Restraint 🌌🩵
The protocore pulses on the bedside table as your come hither stare brings Xavier closer, standing over you. "We should stay away from it," He says, feigned worry in his tone as he pulls you up, leading you a short way to the chair.
You sit in his lap, playing with the wet hair that curls at the nape of his neck. "You are so protective of me, Xavier," You say, wanting to bury your face in his neck and smell him, the hotel soap and his scent mixing in a dangerous concoction.
"I must protect what's important..." His voice is barely a whisper as he runs his fingers over your thighs, his cock more prominent under your ass. "But I..." He trails off, your faces so close. Your noses nuzzle against each other, lips brushing over. He breathes heavily, biting his lip. "We will need to find an antidote... I think I am affected too..." He says, pulling away.
Your heart fumbles over itself, excited he took your bait. "Oh no..." You say, pressing the back of your hand against his forehead. He turns his head, kissing the soft skin on your wrist.
"There must be something we can do..." Xavier says, punctuating his spaces with kisses down your arm. Your heart beats so loud, you're sure he hears it as you bring your arm from his grip, kissing his cheek. "How is that?" You ask, his hand running down your back.
He grips the bottom of your robe and pulls it up to feel your ass. "More... I definitely need more." Xavier replies, gently squeezing your ample bottom. Your nerves are alight as you start a trail of kisses down his chest and abdomen, slipping off his lap until you are between his legs.
His cock tents in his boxers, waiting for any attention. "How about here?" You ask coyly, kissing the hot bulge.
He shudders, "More..." He says, tugging at his underwear and kicking them off. You smile at his eagerness before looking down at his shaft and the light blonde hair that surrounds it.
Your lips wrap around his stiffened cock, slowly taking Xavier's shaft down. He groans quietly, his hips bucking softly. You remove your mouth, trying to suppress a giggle, "Did you feel that?" You ask him, gauging how far he would take this act.
"Not enough," He whispers, his fingers trying to knit through your thick curls, beckoning for more of your touch. You hum, opening your mouth just enough for your tongue to slip out and tease his tip. He shivers, and you close your eyes, tracing the edge of his swollen head, dipping between the folds of his foreskin.
His breath hitches, and he pushes your head again. "(Y/N)..." He huskily whispers, his other hand gripping the sheets. You could tease him all night, enjoying the moans that escaped his lips. You, however, give in, opening your mouth and resting your tongue on the underside as he thrusts in slowly. "N-n-not enough..." He grunts as he slowly fucks your mouth, savoring the way you keep your head steady, glancing up at him every so often. His shimmering blue eyes are dark lagoons, heated with passion as he alternates between watching and closing his eyes to allow the pleasure to wash over him.
You pull your head back, your lips wet and puffy, a strand of salvia coming from the tip of his cock and your glossy mouth. He sits up, at first dazed, but quickly returns to earth, his hand returning to the back of your neck. You expect him to return your mouth to his leaky cock, but instead, he kisses you passionately, his hands pushing at your satin robe.
"I need more," He whispers against you, trailing kisses down your jaw and exposed shoulder.
"More?" You ask, raising your eyebrow.
He holds your face between his two fingers as he stops his trail. Your cheeks heat when your eyes meet, his eyes pool of lust, and you want nothing more but to jump in. He pecks your lips before untying your robe. The cooler air on your skin perks up your nipples and Xavier is quick, warming your sensitive bud with his mouth. It's your turn to pretend as goosebumps travel down your spine, your fingers gripping onto Xavier's shoulders. You bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning as his tongue teases your nipple, flicking the bud. "M-more," You manage to say. He pulls off your breast, helping you stand before standing himself and leading you to the bed.
Your mind races as you glance out the window, lighting flashing across the sky, thunder rumbling and clapping shortly after. The weather seemingly matches the tension between you as Xavier climbs on top of you, parting your robes more to expose your body to him. "I want to be the only one who gets to see you like this, (Y/N)..." He says after a moment, his eyes roaming your body with the intention to claim you as his heavy in his expression. You smirk, deciding to tease him more, running your fingertips lightly over your breasts and down your stomach. His jaw clenches, and you trail your fingers up to his chest, pushing his robe off his shoulder. He quickly takes it off, tossing it on the floor.
"I need you," He says, returning between your thighs. "Xavier..." You whisper as he presses a kiss on your pelvis. "Your panties are in the way of what I want." He continues, pushing at the dark fabric, his fingers rubbing against your slit.
You bite your lip, the close heat of his mouth driving you crazy. His tongue presses against you, dampening your ruined fabric. Your legs rest on his shoulders, your breathing shaky as he closes his eyes, finding your clit through the panties. "Did you think of me when those other men tried to have their way with you?" Xavier asks as he pushes your underwear to the side.
Your mind scrambles for an answer as he kisses your lower stomach, his finger slowly slipping between your folds. You imagine how his cock would fill you, the way he'd look over you as he fucked you through the storm. He slips in another finger, watching as your hips buck. "It's not enough," You say softly, sitting up on your elbows and biting your bottom lip.
He smiles as he leans down. "You didn't answer my question, (Y/N)..." His tongue laps at your slick folds, the lewd sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out, making your body heat with lust. He removes his mouth, raising his eyebrow, "Did you think about me?" He asks again, his thrust quickening. Your toes curl as you look away at the rain-splattered window.
"You're all I think about," You admit softly. He chuckles, returning his mouth, this time spreading your lips just enough to find his treasure. He suckles your clit, making your back arch as you lie back on the bed. The pleasure shoots directly to your brain, and you breathe out, a whimper escaping your lips. You don't know how long he's at it, your body a live wire until he pulls away, staring at his wet fingers, your wetness clinging to him.
"We need more..." Xavier whispers as he comes up, kissing you hard against the bed. You don't argue, tasting yourself on his tongue. How many times did you imagine wanting him in this way? So many nights you spent with your toys buzzing away as your partner's name escaped your lips while you wished for him.
You pull away, resting your hands on either side of Xavier's head. His cheeks warm under your touch. "Did you bring..." He snaps out of his daze, looking over at the small desk. "The vending machine," he says, slipping off the bed.
You sigh of relief as he grabs a condom and puts it on. You wonder if he asked that receptionist about it when he got the bandages but don't have a chance to ask as he returns, his heady eyes drinking you in as he pushes your legs back. "I want to watch you take me," He whispers, rubbing his cock tip against your folds. Your hands cover his, trying to remain calm as you can feel the girth of him teasing your hole.
"X-Xavier..." You whimper. He thrusts in slowly, watching your face attentively as you close yours, his cock stretching you just right. He sets his pace, both of you panting as sweat pools between your breasts. "You are more perfect than my dreams," Xavier grunts, coming down to kiss you.
Your arms wrap around his toned shoulders as he pounds you into the hotel bed. "More..." You whisper as he ends the kiss, resting his head against yours. "Yes..." He says back, his thrusts becoming sharper, following your orders. You don't know how much more you can take, wrapping your legs around his waist, his cock feeling engorged with each stroke.
He kisses you again, your tongues rolling against each other, pulling away briefly before coming together again, his body so hot against yours. "My love..." Xavier whines. He grips your wrists, pushing them towards the bed. "Let's come together, please," He groans, grinding his hips against yours. You don't have to be asked twice as you nod, his mouth wrapping around your exposed breast. You cry out, begging for him as the headboard smacks against the wall, matching his erratic pacing. You try to run from his thrusts, but his grip on your wrists is stronger.
The ecstasy drives you over as you shut your eyes tight, unable to form more words or thoughts, heat flushing your skin as you squeeze around his cock. He sputters, letting go of your arms to engulf you into an embrace, moaning against your neck as he fills the condom, his hips flush against yours.
He pulls out, breathing heavily, and rolls off you, pushing his fluffy blonde hair from his forehead. He carefully pulls the used condom from his soft cock, tossing it in the wastebin by the bed before relaxing back. You both try to catch your breath, a laugh bubbling out of your chest. He glances over at you, eyebrow raised. You move closer to him, and he welcomes the cuddle, pulling you tight to his side.
"The receptionist thought you were my boyfriend..." You say suddenly, trying to fill the sex-thick air with something else. He chuckles, "I suppose her hunch was correct..." He whispers, glancing down at you. You answer him with a smirk, attacking his neck with your mouth before he can say anything more, sucking the taut skin. He tastes of sweat and soap. He moans softly, his hand slipping down your back to your ass.
"How long do you think it'll storm?" He asks, massaging your bottom. You pull away, carefully watching his face. "I don't know..." You reply honestly, and he slips two fingers in your needy hole. You moan, burying your face in his neck, surprised. "Mmm... Good. I don't think we'll get much sleep tonight." He whispers, finding your mouth, ready for round two.
Title: Dark Angel
Pairing: Ramattra/Reader
Warnings: Dom/sub, Anal Fingering, Forced Eye Contact, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Reluctant Sex, Forced Insemination, Forced Orgasm
a/n: Akande Ogundimu invites a dangerous ally to Maximilien's club for an alliance and a chance to wind down. You're a dancer there now assigned to the tedious job of keeping Ramattra happy even if that means your head.
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Monte Carlo's casino holds a secret club that only Maximilien's friends and elite allies know about: The Flamingo. He fills it with pretty women from around the world who don't take offense to his Omnic ways. Most just need the money, but the girls accept the job for various reasons. You accept it for money and as a way to see the world. You were hired because you fit Maximilien's preference at the time and thus came some privileges. Whenever his friends needed beautiful women on his arm, you were one of the ones he would send off.
Tonight is no different. Something is brewing in the air, rumors of a new dangerous guest joining tonight's excursions. You don't pay attention since they mostly blur together. At The Flamingo, you mostly dance on the pole, accepting tips for your clothes, but never anything more. Though you were one of his favorites, Max has tiers. You are favored enough to be there, but not enough for him to sleep with you, have you in the center of the club dancing and entertaining, getting most of the tips.
You know a few people who come to these things who sometimes pay attention to you to give you a credit or two. Dr. O'Deorain likes to watch you dance, praising your genes for making you able to move and seduce without talking much. She also likes to point out that you've never had any surgery done because she can tell these things you guess. Reaper also visits you, but he gives few credits, leaving if you engage him too much. Akande Ogundimu also visits you, chatting you up more than most. It irritates Max when he visits as he likes to do things his way, which adds to tonight's dramatics.
The dangerous guest is Mr. Ogundimu's plus one: none other than Null Sector's leader, Ramattra. The girls are half skittish of Omnics anyway and some had family in Paris during the time of the attack. Sometimes it blows your mind that you're able to work for Maximilien during all of this. He assures you all that he is not like 'Those Omnics' however. He is more refined. More human. The girls who sleep with him know that for sure. You only smile and say, of course, Max.
Title: Bluecid
Pairing: Ramattra/Reader
Warnings: Dom/sub, Anal Fingering, Forced Eye Contact, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Forced Insemination, Forced Orgasm
a/n: ramattra is a brat tamer now
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As you enter the dressing room, you try not to make eye contact with any of the girls, going straight to the shower. You feel his touch and your sweat going down the drain as you try to come up with an excuse without telling everyone who you spent time with. Ramattra's words ring in your head as you rest your head against the stall wall. "I will speak to my brother about assigning you to my quarters."
God, what would you be doing in there? The thought makes your clit swell. You imagine yourself riding him again, this time facing him as your hands splay across his dark metal chest, mewling about how much you need him while he says something snarky back. "Of course you need me. I am far superior to any mate you'll ever find."
You scrunch up your nose as you end the shower, knowing you're taking longer than necessary. The dressing room is relatively empty when you step out, though you feel eyes on your back as you dress in your pajamas, deciding not to go back out.
Title: Drowning
Pairing: Ramattra/Reader
Warnings: Dom/sub, Still very rough, but just fingering
a/n:near-death experience; also didn't realize there were notes here :") posting the goods since i finished it ♥
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You aren't sure if Omnics sleep if their batteries deplete over time like yours. You're sure they do, but Ramattra stays in the living room cross-legged on the floor facing the windows, lights dimmed to the lowest setting. You sit next to him after your shower, putting on a fresh attendant robe with nothing underneath. He exhales, sighing deep from his soul as he senses your presence.
"Will you join me in the other room?" You ask, keeping your voice thick with lust, though you know your body probably needs a few hours before entertaining him.
Ramattra shakes his head. "I will meditate for a few hours. After that, I have to plan."
You hide your disappointment by staring out the window to the shiny city below. "Do Omnics sleep?" You ask, crawling behind him, resting your hands on his black rubbery shoulders. The machinery is hot under your fingers and he turns his head to glance at you.
"It is not necessary like it is for you. I have moments when my charge is low, and I rest... My old friend taught me how to meditate in between and I do feel refreshed afterward." He pats the space beside him. "Would you like to try it?"
Title: Runner
Pairing: Ramattra/Reader
Warnings: Dom/sub, Forced Eye Contact, Forced Orgasm, Toys
a/n: posting all of the stuff. getting a tid bit more angsty
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Waiting for the meeting to end is boring. Attendants aren't supposed to talk to each other in case it gets too rowdy, which is understandable. You sit in the lounge, waiting for something to happen. You try to strain your ear to hear anything, but the doors are too thick. Even though you aren't supposed to talk, some attendants still do, whispering to each other and laughing quietly. You see them throw glances at you as you pretend not to notice, suddenly gaining interest in your cuticles.
A tall blonde with obviously fake breasts comes over to you. You guess she was hired when Max was interested in bimbos. "I haven't seen you around here." She says with a very thick English accent. You look up with a shy smile. "It's my first time."
She nods as if she knew that and sits next to you. "A virgin. Love it." She looks at the gossiping girls and shakes her head. "Who is your keeper?" You hesitate, lowering your voice. "Ramattra."
Her thin eyebrows raise on her forehead. "Oh wow. Didn't know he liked humans." She looks you up and down, probably imagining how he fucks. "Mine is Mr. Korpal. He's a subby man." She rolls her eyes as she leans back on the couch. "What about Ram?"
Title: In This Darkness
Pairing: Ramattra/Reader
Warnings: dom/sub, toys, restraints, nemesis form, overstimulation
a/n: :") been debating if i should make mini-series of this hotel of Maximilien's and other guests hmmm
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Ramattra is not here, leaving a note that he has gone for a walk, recruiting Omnics, and meditating. You put your extra things away, trying to keep your heart beat even as you think about the woman and how rough Akande is with her. You rub your arm. They should buck it out without involving you two. You hear the door start to unlock and rush to the hallway, kneeling.
Ramattra enters in a white robe with golden trim. He looks important, saintly almost. "Pet, you've returned." The nickname sends goosebumps down your spine as he squats in front of you. You wish you could see his viewpoint as he stares at you with his expressionless faceplate. He leans closer, inspecting your dress. You grimace, cheeks flushing as you quickly muster an excuse for your outfit. It's a simple pink tank maxi dress that hugs your curves just enough for it to be okay to wear out. You forgot you packed it in your haste to be in the room that first night. "I forgot I packed this. I was going to change, but you came while I was unpacking."
He leans back, his search complete. He helps you stand as he shakes his head. "I don't mind what you put on your body." His hands grope your waist, lowering and cupping your ass in his metallic hands. You search his face, trying to find something, anything, to give you a hint at what he's thinking as he massages your behind. "I want to try something today."
Your eyes widen, wondering what he could want to try with you. "Yes, Master?" You ask, letting your hands rest on his shoulders, the cloth surprisingly rougher than expected. "Come, let's get you ready." You stare up at him confused as he leads you to the bedroom.
Title: Little Lies
Pairing: Ramattra/Reader
Warnings: Dom/sub, Voyeurism, Orgy, Possessive
a/n: thank you guys for reading ♥
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You and Ramattra decide to wear black to the dinner. You're still surprised he has more than two pairs of clothes. Most of his clothes are from his Shamali days he explains as you're getting dressed, his metal fingers gently caressing your back as he zips you in. He doesn't take his staff this time. He decides to be more handsy this time, resting his hand on your waist and as you walk, possessive.
You're nervous as you walk into the dining hall. It was smaller. No party like before with girls dancing. Some of the other attendants are there. Akande's girl is there, icy when she sees you. She's Ramattra's confirmation that Akande did kiss you. You look up at your Omnic as you press yourself into him, remembering Max's girl who is not there. She's replaced by another gorgeous woman. Unsurprising.
"Ramattra, thank you for honoring us by joining us for dinner, even though..." Max chuckles. Ramattra nods his head as he pulls your chair out before sitting. He's seated next to Akande who puffs his chest a bit.
"Perhaps we'll get something done this evening." He states as he glances over at you, then past you towards Maximilien who nervously laughs, "Perhaps our other jailbird will join us tonight." The others around the table laugh as Akande scowls. Moments later, an Egyptian man comes in attendantless.
"Ah, Mr. Hakim. Glad you've made it." He looks exhausted as he sits. "You need to get better teams for a jailbreak." A woman, the French one you've seen around, enters after. You notice her skin has a blue undertone to it, and she sits next to Hakim. His handler most likely.
Title: Fate Up Against Your Will
Pairing: Ramattra/Reader
Warnings: Dom/sub, Non-Con/Dubious Consent, Threesome, restraints, forced insemination, brat taming, ANGST, no happy ending :")
a/n: this is the final chapter. thank you for all the comments and support ♥♥ i hope you continue to enjoy this little ficlet.
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Ramattra's anger is palpable when you reach the room. You can't help but feel tingles going from between your thighs to down your legs, excitement growing over what he could do to you. He leads you to the bedroom, allowing you to sit. You wait expectantly, but he returns to the living room wordlessly. You look at him through the glass, confused. He stares out the window before sitting, disappearing out of view.
Meditating. There would be no follow up tonight.
You frown as you go to the living room, crossing your arms. "Is everything alright?" You ask, trying to not come off irritated.
Ramattra turns his head slightly and shakes his head. "You need to rest and I need to plan. We're so much closer to my goal and I don't want to lose sight of what's important."
You grit your teeth. You are not important. Just another pawn in his game. You slink back into your room, starting a shower to wash away the day. Why do you care about this Omnic? You reach through your mind as you let the hot water wash away the night. He doesn't care about you except for when it's time to get his dick wet. You rub your eyes, smudge the makeup on your palms. Maybe because he's your first. If anything you should be glad he's leaving. The amount of times he's already tried to kill you, threaten you. The soft moments are so much less. Yes he let you sleep, let you rest, but he also almost pushed you over the ledge, got your covers blown, and doesn't mind that you will die if he gets what he wants.
You wish you could warn someone, but your mind blanks when it comes telling you. You heard rumblings that Overwatch may be back, but... They wouldn't venture to Monte Carlo.
Title: strange emotions (2940 words)
Pairing: astarion/tav
Warnings: nsfw, first times, soft!astarion (but not ooc lmao), light dom/sub
A/N: nsfw drabble before bed while thinking about things. very rough. will expand eventually. this game and writing makes me feel fragmented lmao I wrote a mini backstory for sarnarei but it's still so rough I don't wanna post it yet ;-;; feedback is appreciated!
Astarion and Sarnarei always wait until their companions sleep before slipping away from their listening ears. Tonight they meet in Sarnarei's tent. Astarion always arrived as soon as he heard the breathing slow of the last friend, usually Lae'zel. He waits cautiously, old habits die hard, until she crawls over and opens the grey tent flap.
"You can come in my tent whenever, Astarion," Sarnarei says with a knowing smile. He hesitates before crawling in. "For now. I'm not used to having the free will." He states, resting beside her. He usually let her talk about whatever until she fell asleep and he feeds. She's more compliant when she's sleeping he finds.
Tonight feels different he notes, watching as she ties the tent close. "I'm so tired." She mumbles as she rests on her bedroll, her elbow propping her head up as she looks up at him, brown eyes shining. There's a mischievous glint as she smiles softly.
"Then you should sleep. Don't stay up on my account," Astarion replies, rolling his eyes as he resists kissing her lips.
"My body isn't tired yet," She adds, leaning closer, her body heat radiating on his arm.
He smirks, running his fingers along her shoulder and down her arm. "Is that so? I know something we'd be able to do to fix that you know, but…" He pauses. He still hasn't forgotten the news of her lack of experience. He hesitates not because of his skills. He obviously knows what he's doing, but a brand new partner?
She presses her warm lips against his cold neck, her hands going to his waist. He moans softly, giving in quickly. She can make mistakes for the rest of her life. Besides, with this tadpole crawling around their heads, they should live a little before it changes them into mind flayers.
She leans into him, pressing her thin bodice against his body. Her mind kicks into overdrive, focusing on leaving love bites on the vampire spawn. His hands slide down her torso to her round ass, gently squeezing. Tingles travel her body as she pulls her mouth away, breathing quickening.
He chuckles, "I can lead if you would like, darling." She nods, shyly smiling. His fingertips caress her jaw and chin, tilting her head up to him, brushing his lips against hers. She whines softly, craving more. He holds her chin still, keeping her from deepening their chaste kiss while his other hand moves from her ass to her front, slipping under her waistband.
"Patience is a virtue, Sarnarei. We don't want to rush this." Astarion teases, moving his face back, watching as frustration builds. A shiver runs down her spine as he gently massages her clit through her panties.
She closes her eyes as her brows knit together, her legs spreading to give him more space. He removes his hand, chuckling as he pushes her against her cot. Her reddish brown hair spills on the pillow behind her head and around her dark brown horns.
Astarion slips between her thighs, sitting back on his shins. His red eyes travel from her face down her face, down where the vitiligo spot on her chest peaks out from her top, the raised skin and bone peaking from her dark golden brown skin.
"You're beautiful." He whispers.
She looks away embarrassed, "Hurry up. I don't want to be interrupted."
He laughs, shaking his head. "You don't want to rush your first time, sweetheart." He pushes her dark top to the side, her nipple hardening in the cooler air. "We don't want to rush this special moment." He purrs, leaning down, wrapping his lips around it.
She gasps, grinding her hips against him. His tongue flicks the nub, his eyes focusing on her face. He pulls the other side down, his hand massaging the mound while he suckles her breast. Sarnarei whimpers as she shrugs her top off her arms, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her fingers getting lost in his curly white hair. She gently tugs at the soft strands, making him moan. He removes his mouth with a soft smack before sitting up, kissing her passionately.
He pushes her back again against the pillow on her bedroll, his hands sliding to her pants and he drags them off her body. She looks up at the ceiling of the tent, anxiety building. "We can stop if you would like, Sarnarei."
She shakes her head, propping herself on her elbows as she glances up at him. "No, please don't," She whispers, her eyes pleading with him.
He chuckles to himself, amused. "Eager, now? I should make you beg for it." He teases, letting his fingers trace jutting ridges on her waist. Sarnarei's brows twitch, her heart tripping over itself as his fingers drag down her heated skin. "You know, I've never been with a Tiefling before," Astarion says as he reaches the ridges on her hips, the sharpness a nice contrast from her otherwise soft body.
She tilts her head to the side, "I've never been with an elf or a vampire, so I'd say we're even."
The corners of Astarion's lips perk up as he leans down, pressing his lips against hers, her kisses so sweet. Her hands find his waistband, tugging his frilly white shirt up. He obliges as she drags the thin fabric off his body.
In the darkness, she makes out that he's… Her breathing catches in her throat. Built. She doesn't know what she was expecting, maybe not as many muscles. Her hand rests on his abdomen, feeling him contract under her touch. She glances up at him, playfully smiling. "If only you could see what I can see." She whispers, quickly pecking his neck just under his bite marks.
He growls, removing her hands from his body, keeping them in his grasp as he slides down, her legs spread for him. "Keep up the flattery darling. Might even let you take control." He replies, his left-hand firm around her wrists as his right wraps around her thighs, pulling her closer.
She squirms, not used to being restrained like this, on top of feeling so exposed, his mouth so close to where she wants it, no needs it. She feels so depraved and primal, her tail tapping against the ground in anticipation. He blows a warm breath against her entrance, her hips bucking at the breeze. She bites her lip, more aware of their surroundings. She did not want anyone interrupting such a delicate process. His tongue trails along the ridges on her pelvic bone, more out of curiosity about how it feels. The bumps add to her arousal, and her breathing gets louder.
Dangerous.
She struggles against his grasp, wanting to guide his head down to her swelling clit, the idea of his mouth being there so enticing. She curses herself for waiting for so long for this pleasure. She should have jumped on him the first night. His tongue slides down the arrow-like ridge that points to her entrance, his red eyes flicking up to her face, sweating beading on her brow.
She rocks her hips to his face, whimpering as his tongue parts her folds, his head following the rhythm of her hips as he finds her clit. She gasps, trying to pull away. His grip only tightens on both her thigh and her wrists. He wraps his lips around it, sucking on the bundle of nerves, needing her to moan. She fights it, clenching her teeth as her heart beats so loud. He laps her clit slowly, resting his tongue against it. Her toes curl as she again unsuccessfully tries to pull away. He removes the hand holding her thigh, slipping a slender finger into her tight hole. She winces, expecting pain, but it never comes. He's being careful.
He thrusts his finger slowly as he removes his mouth to watch as she takes his digit. "My, my… I can only imagine how you'll feel wrapped around my cock."
His words add to her excitement, her head tossed back against the pillows as she writhes. He returns his mouth, tongue lashing against her clit as he picks up the pace with his finger. Her breathing shudders as she lets out her first audible moan, fire growing in her belly.
Astarion relishes the sound, determined to make her continue. He suckles the button, closing his eyes as her legs wrap around his head, begging for more. He adds another finger, checking her limit, if she can handle him. She manages to break free with her right hand, coming up to her mouth, trying to silence herself from being so loud, but his fingers and that talented tongue… Her tail whips back and forth, slapping her thigh on accident, but only adding to her overall arousal.
"Astarion… I…" She tries to sit up, resting on her right elbow as her body leans over, Astarion staying still as he tightens his grip on her remaining hand, still pumping her. His red eyes glare up at her as she pants, watching, shuddering. "You're so adorable, getting so close already. I barely touched you." He chastises, rolling his tongue around her swelling heat.
She shakes her head, "I can't help it." She moans, her body heat rising, stomach tightening.
Suddenly he pulls away, resting on his haunches. He brings his fingers up to his lips, tasting her again. Gods… He closes his eyes, palming his cock through his trousers. "If I fuck you right now, you will come undone just like that." He snaps, pulling his pants down. "I personally am excited that it's my cock you crave, but also not surprised." He rolls his eyes.
"Not surprised?" Sarnarei repeats, her eyes locked on his undergarments as he nods. "Of course. You don't give those puppy eyes to anyone else, but me," He pauses, his hands resting on his waistband. "Well and Karlach." He chuckles, dragging his underwear down, kicking it off with the rest of his clothes.
Sarnarei's cheeks heat as she thinks of the other Tiefling, imagining how her body would feel once it's cool enough to touch.
Astarion brings her back to reality quickly, his hands wrapping around her thighs and bringing her closer. "Usually, I wouldn't be so delicate, but I don't want to hurt you." There's a hint of disgust in himself that he's worried. He should fuck her like he fucks everyone else. But…
He rocks himself against her ridged pelvis and slit. She whimpers, trying not to look away from his cock. "Keep staring and I might make a detour for your mouth, darling."
Her eyes widen as she glances up at him, curious. "My mouth?"
He nods and continues to rub himself against her. "Ah, I'll come back to that beautiful mouth of yours, let you clean the mess you're about to make. How's that for a deal?" He asks, the ridges on her pelvis make his cock tingle, almost like an aphrodisiac. He'd have to look up what their purpose was besides making his cock swell. He pulls back, aligning himself with her entrance. "Now, if this hurts, tell me. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
Sarnarei nods, resting back on the bedroll, trying to get her breathing to calm down, and her tail to stop twitching so much.
He slowly thrusts in, her walls clenching around him. Her eyes close and she covers her face, her stomach tensing. He leans down, hands on either side of her head. "Too much?" He asks, trying his best not to move, not to pound her into the bedroll. She peeks between her fingers, looking up at the handsome elf as she shakes her head. "Yes and no, but do not stop." She whines, removing her hands from her face, and resting them on his flexing arms. "Good. Because I don't want to hold back anymore." He purrs, slowly thrusting, still trying to get her acclimated.
She nods, wincing not in pain but from the pleasure that shoots from her her insides to her brain. She curses in her brain as she digs her fingers into his biceps, panting as she bites her lip.
"Faster…" She says before she catches herself.
Astarion laughs, his hand gently caressing her hair and horn. "Yes, ma'am." He picks up his pace, skin on skin filling the tent. He watches her face contort as she holds on to him tighter. She's so wet around his cock, he finds himself thinking of something else to not finish so fast. He decides on a story Gale told earlier about goblins.
She mewls as she rocks her hips with his thrusts, their hips meeting, guiding him deeper. He leans down as she carefully turns her head, exposing her neck. To feed and fuck. He presses his lips against her neck, grunting.
"We're gonna wake the camp," Sarnarei whimpers her arms wrapping around his shoulders, feeling the scars engraved on his back.
"Let them hear us, my sweet. Your moans are keeping me inspired." He says, panting as he pounds her hard into the bedroll. Her tail twitches and relaxes with his pace, her eyes closing tight. "It's so…" She can't finish her words, her legs wrapped tight around his waist as she lifts her hips slightly, still trying her best to keep her moans quiet. Her orgasm rips through her body, fire spreading in her veins, clenching her hands into fists.
He wants to finish with her, inside of her, but he couldn't remember if they could cross breed and he didn't want to find out if his spawn swimmers had life. He goes as long as he can, fighting the clenching and ripples of her walls, beckoning him to join her. No, not now.
He pulls out, rubbing his cock, his tip swelling. "Show me your mouth. Taste yourself." Sarnarei's eyes widen, getting on all fours. She brings his cock to her mouth, her tongue cautiously running along his shaft.
He hisses, biting his lip, guiding her head to his tip. "Let me use that beautiful mouth." She keeps her mouth open, his fingers knitting in her dark hair, his cock filling her mouth as far as she can go.
She gags softly when he presses too far. He pulls himself out, tapping his tip on her tongue. "Aww, you sound so cute when you gag." Astarion purrs, slowly fucking her mouth, not as far this time. She moans around him, trying to peer up as he grunts. "Good girl. I'm gonna fill your mouth, and you're going to swallow."
She heard of this, a while ago. Her previous Lady's daughter told her in passing that she hated the way her husband tasted and would rather vomit than swallow his emissions. What if he tastes bad? Could she fake it? He doesn't let her make the decision, shoving his cock as far as she can take it, his swelling cock twitching.
He leans down, grabbing her full ass and giving her a spank. Her moans are muffled, but he continues rocking his hips against her face. He sits up, quickening his pace.
She tastes the first drops, salty yet also sweet. She can't explain it. It's not her favorite, but she doesn't mind swallowing it. Her skin tingles hearing him call her a good girl and she wants to hear it again. His cock twitches in her mouth, the tip almost engorged before exploding three pumps of warm white cum on her tongue and throat. He pulls out, groaning, rubbing his cock as he shudders. Sarnarei does what she's told, swallowing, her eyes locking on his face as he finishes on her chest and neck. His breathing is loud and haggard as he rests on his legs, reaching for his pants for a handkerchief.
Sarnarei sits back as well, feeling her world opening up. She could fuck him any time now she bets. Her mind races as she thinks of standing up and having him from behind while she holds on to a tree. Or maybe she could be on top, her hands splayed on his chest.
Instantly the electricity of their tadpole, the images in her mind going to Astarion's as does the feeling of excitement and warmth.
The connection fades when Astarion chuckles, "Ah, we can do all of those things. We have to catch you up anyway." Her smile is shy, but she crawls towards him, kissing him slowly, deliberately. He closes his eyes, matching her passion as he wipes his mess off her chest, his other hand going up to her hair as he gently tugs.
"Now that you are thoroughly exhausted, you should sleep."
"Sleep?" She pouts, her hands resting on his thighs.
"Yes, sleep. We have a long day tomorrow. Can't have you sleepy because you're thinking between your legs, which would be a good change for once. Not so heroic all the time."
She doesn't let up her pouting as he guides her head back down for a long kiss, tasting themselves. She sits in his lap, her damp heat against his flaccid member. "We'll have more time another night. Don't worry." He says, smirking. "Come on now. Sleep, precious girl."
She climbs off him, resting on her bedroll, ignoring the wetness of her sweat, making a note to do it somewhere else next time. "You promise we'll have more time?"
Astarion rests next to her, waiting for her to sleep, for his time to feed. "I promise. I would never lie about this." He winks, tucking a hair behind her ear. She narrows her eyes, not believing him, but is too tired to argue.
Title: i must make you the perfect evening (829 words)
Pairing: astarion/tav
Warnings: angst, first time I love yous lol
A/N: finished astarion's companion quest and I'm feeling things ;-; this would be before they confront cazador. still feeling fragmented at least with how I write so lol anyways brb crying :")
Sarnarei misses his touch, but sex isn't required. Never was. She flashes a smile at Astarion as they settle in for the night, in a proper camp. They didn't make a verbal agreement about their sleeping arrangements. She just didn't go back to her tent, their bedrolls side by side, cuddled close, arms wrapped around each other.
Tonight is no different. He starts reading more to occupy his mind with the tomes Gale brought along. Sarnarei writes in her journal about their day, trying to remember the details while their mind flayer friend gently reminds her.
She glances over at Astarion, comfortable with his silence, and his presence. He glances up from his book, a smile slowly spreading along his lips. "Yes, my love?"
She leans over, pecking him quickly. "Nothing. I am happy I have you." She says, suddenly sentimental. Time is ticking down. They've made it back to their hometown, the goal clear. The thought terrified her, but they all need this tadpole out of their heads.
Astarion nods, "I'm glad I have you too, my perfect girl."
She scrunches up her nose, "I am far from it."
Astarion sets his book to the side, his hands snaking around her waist as he brings her closer, "You're selling yourself short, Sarnarei." He pauses, looking far away, sighing deeply. "I don't know how to be a good partner without sex." He confesses, his brows lowering. "But you're being so patient with me. You're understanding. You say really sweet things and I don't get it." Astarion whispers quickly, afraid the others could hear him.
She props her head on her elbow, his hand trailing along her jutted hipbone that peaks between her clothes. "You're the best partner in the world, Astarion." Her brown eyes search his face as he looks everywhere but her eyes. "Despite everything going, I wouldn't change anything. I would do it all again to be with you. Sex or not." Her hand rests on his still heart, her hand slightly warming with a silent spell. "My heart calls out to you, sings your praises, even on the rare occasion we're apart." She smiles, removing her hand, her mind working overtime for her magic to stay under control. She would hate if it backfired and she hurts him in this intimate time.
He holds her wrist before she can fully withdraw, pressing his lips against her heated palm. He lets out a soft moan as he shakes his head, swallowing hard. "You say pretty words like that and I want to believe them. I want to believe that you love me that much."
She sits up, resting on her knees. "How do you feel about me?" She asks, tucking an auburn strand behind her ear.
His breathing quickens as he sits up as well. "Hard to put into words. You're the first person I've been vulnerable with. The only person I could afford to be. My thoughts are my own… I don't have Cazador telling me to seduce you, bring you back to him." Anger bubbles up behind his words, but he keeps it at a simmer. His anger is directed at his master for controlling him. Making him into this monster, unable to be his person.
She rests her head against his, her hands resting on his neck now cooler to calm him down. "I know… I know how you feel." She pulls away, staring into his red eyes. "We have all the time in the world. Well, once we get the Absolute under control. You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Astarion. I will never force you." She whispers, hoping her words would soothe him for the evening.
He nods quickly, closing his eyes as he takes in a deep breath. "Sarnarei." Her name sounds like music on his lips, the perfect melody. "Thank you." He looks away, shame and regret washing his face quickly. He hides it, flicking his eyes back to the watchful Tiefling. "I love you."
For a moment she ponders if he does, not because of his situation, but because of her traumas. Her heart falls over itself as she blinks quickly, realizing she's said nothing. "I love you too." She smiles softly, letting her hands fall from his shoulders to her lap. "I love the way it feels to say it out loud," She confesses, feeling her eyes start to fill. She looks down at her hands, focusing on not letting any tears fall.
When she cried in front of him before, Astarion awkwardly would tell her there, there, and swap someone else in for the emotional labor. But he couldn't do that to his partner, not now. He takes in a shuddered breath, putting his hand on her waist, bringing her closer to his side, "I'm glad we have each other. Thank you for your patience." She doesn't say anything back, quietly sobbing into his shoulder, so grateful for this love that blossoms between them.
Title: feels so unreal (1206 words)
Pairing: astarion/tav
Warnings: nsfw, vampire bites, foreplay, tadpole connections
A/N: posted this on AO3 so it'd make more sense to me with posting this! never posted it here, so here it is~
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A Vampire... Her mind races as she remembers she did read about them when Marie Verbuyst was sure she would be abducted by one because of her beauty. She never was.
Her eyes focus on Astarion's lips, the obvious sharp teeth. He steps back, shaking his head. "I don't want to intrude since this is a huge ask, but..."
"You can." She almost blurts. She is curious about him and she doesn't want him to be hungry. He needs to be strong. "Are you sure darling? It can be..."
She nods again, "I need you at your best, Astarion. As long as you don't kill me, I'll be fine." He's ecstatic, but he hides with a devilish smirk. "Thank you, Sarnarei."
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They decide to meet in his tent, away from others. Her heart is so loud in her chest as she slips in, unsure of her decision. He'd be so close. Astarion greets her, "Welcome to my adobe. Now, pick your position."
She looks uncomfortable as she lies on his bedroll. His scent fills her nostrils, inviting her in. The bergamot, rosemary, and something else she couldn't place make her dizzy. She takes in a sharp breath, trying to get her heart to slow down, her nervousness to dissipate.
"You're shaking like a leaf. Are you sure you want to do this?"
She nods again, "It's my first time." He laughs softly as he rests above her, his hands on either side of her head, the bottom half of his body pressing against hers. First in more ways than one. She swallows hard, her mouth so dry.
He leans down, pressing his lips against her neck, his tongue slipping between his cold lips, marking the spot for his teeth. "I will be gentle, darling. It'll be over before you know it," He whispers before sinking his teeth down.
She always thought her skin to be tough, but his teeth glided in like butter. Her blood turns cold as she whimpers, her hands going to his shoulders. He grinds against her, and something hard presses against her pelvis. His left-hand moves behind her head, keeping her still as she grips his shirt hard.
He needs to stop!
Her mind screams as she tries to push him off. He moans as she pushes him harder, removing his mouth. His lips are bloodstained and fear chills her bones. He looks like a monster. Her brown eyes peer into his red ones as she tries to catch his breath. He however doesn't move off her, leaning back down.
Sarnarei freezes as his tongue runs over the puncture wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. He ends with another soft kiss on her neck, his hips rocking against hers. "I'm sorry, I'm usually not a messy eater." He says softly, sitting up, her legs wrapped against his waist. Her eyes try not to focus on his face, going down to his trousers where he stands erect.
"Naughty girl. I'm not sure you want that." Astarion replies, unwrapping her legs, resting beside her. "Thank you again. I feel so much better."
She sits up slightly, feeling lightheaded. "I'm glad I could help you..." He leans over, pressing his lips against hers this time. Her breathing quickens again as their lips intertwine in the darkness, tasting her metallic hot blood still on his tongue.
His hand slides down her sleep top, finding her breasts through the thin fabric. She whimpers as he gently tugs on the hardening nipple. "You have to be quiet, my angel. Don't want an audience." Astarion whispers, as his hand slips under her waistband, finding her wet and waiting.
She pulls away from Astarion, shaking her head. "I don't know if I can." She whispers back as his finger circles around her clit. She only knows her own hand, his cold hand feels so foreign and new and intoxicating. She doesn't want to stop, not at all. Not ever.
He laughs softly as he dips his finger inside, kissing her silent as she still whimpers. His finger thrusts so deep inside her wet hole. She bucks her hips as she pulls away from his kiss, covering her mouth with the back of her hand as she comes undone, her moans increasing.
"I'll have to punish you if you get louder," He whispers, raising his eyebrow. "Punish?" She asks, just above a whisper, not on purpose, but in confusion. He removes his hand, shaking his head as he brings his finger to her lips, making her suck on it.
"Do you want the whole camp to hear you?"
The thought makes her ache but she hushes, her tongue running along his slender finger. She wants to tell him to continue, to be her first, but decides against it. The worm retaliates, reaching out to his as flashes of hot nights alone flood their minds, her hands on her own body, aching for something, someone until she releases, coming down from her high. She always thought she and the eldest Verbuyst would have a romp, but he didn't like women. She should have taken her chances with her old friend.
Astarion glances at her, the mental invasion fading. "A virgin? How sweet." He kisses her again, though this time with care. He rests her head against hers as he sighs. "I think we had enough for this evening." Her cheeks burn hot, embarrassed. "Not because of this news, but because I can be a little... Rough." Her curiosity peaks and he kisses her again, nipping her bottom lip, but not enough to draw blood. "Try out Wyll or Gale first. I wouldn't with Shadowheart. She probably has an edge with a name like that... Don't even think about Lae'zel." She frowns as he smiles, "Once you've had your taste, then we can continue."
"What if I only want you?" She asks, feeling her heart break. He hesitates, looking down at her chest. Gods... "Give me time then. I don't want to disappoint," He says finally.
The corners of Sarnarei's lips dip but she pastes a smile, sitting up carefully, trying not to make herself dizzy from the blood loss. "I hope I won't have to wait too long." She teases, staring at her possible new lover. There's a feeling behind his eyes that she can't place, but she ignores it, patting his thigh. "I've deprived myself of it for too long." She says, picking at herself. "I hope you have a good night, Astarion." She whispers, opening the tent flap.
He grabs her wrist, stopping her, his eyes softer. "Thank you for sharing this with me, and thank you for not staking me when you had the chance." She scoffs in shock, "You're safe with me. I will never hurt you." She puts her hand on top of his, her expression sincere.
He removes his hand, rolling his eyes. "Ugh. Of course. Go to bed, now. Don't want to keep you up longer than you need."
He hurries her out, shutting her tent flap a bit harder than necessary. She pats her cheeks, hoping whoever is on watch ignores her as she slips into her bedroll, her mind racing as it replays the night over and over again before sleep greets her.
Title: a pearl (2159 words)
Pairing: astarion/tav
Warnings: physical/sexual/mental/emotional abuse
A/N: lol so i redid the end of astarion's mission and made him good again so i could redo missions i saved over lol but in the process, i found that you don't have to sleep with astarion in the graveyard and they could just be together which made my heart burst, even more, tbh ;-; so i wrote about what they did instead. it is traumatic because of everything astarion went through and with my tav's backstory. so a lot of warnings.
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They stayed in the graveyard all night, her head carefully tucked in his arm as he stares up at the sky. He doesn't sleep or meditate. His mind replays all two hundred years, all the spawn he brought back to Cazador, the abuse. He remembers each person and the charm he used to bring them back. The number of times he slept with people just so he could have a moment of reprieve once he went back to the palace. He enjoyed it in the beginning, but…
He glances down at Sarnarei, her face so calm in the dream realm. He regrets being her first. She should have been with someone who cared. He cared enough to make sure she wasn't hurting, physically, but that's all. If they tried again now…
Her smile replays in his memories as she takes his hands. "We can just stay here and just be together."
Her words soothe him. Yes, he wanted to sleep with her after their physical break, but to just be with her. It eases his heart that she didn't want to go back into being physical right after the heavy day they shared.
She kisses his cheek, swiping her thumb over it as she sits back. "When we're free of this affliction, where do you want to go first?" She asks, squeezing his hand.
He swallows hard, looking at the grave. "Back to the night time I suppose. I may go to the Underdark where my siblings will be." She nods as she listens, her thumb rubbing patterns on his wrist. "How about you?" He asks their voices just above a whisper.
Sarnarei's brows quirk down as she shrugs, "This is as much adventure as my life will get I think. I'd want to be with you though."
He can't meet her gaze as he shakes his head. "Don't live your life thinking about me, Sarnarei."
She giggles, moving closer to him, "If the mind flayer never captured me, I'd be a boring book shop owner's wife. In a boring marriage out of safety." She shrugs, "Maybe I'd want to go on another adventure eventually, but I want to spend my time with you."
He laughs softly, "A boring marriage out of safety doesn't sound boring, Sarnarei." He would much rather hear her backstory than dwell on his. His eyes plead with her to share as he sits back, resting on his arms. She stays where she is, running her fingers over her curved horns.
"I want to know more about you. I apologize for never asking about your past and shunning you before."
The corners of her mouth perk up as she tucks her hair behind her ear. "You're fine, Astarion. I shouldn't have brought it up in the beginning like I did."
Astarion's brows furrow as she goes into her apologies, something he recognized as a deflection from trauma. It manifested in his sister, Dal. He leans over, bringing her closer to him. "I want to know. Tell me all about you Sarnarei. More than I already know." He stares up at the starless sky as she glances up at him.
"You already know I lost my mother at a young age like Yenna, and that my father gave me to a strong Wizard in Baldur's Gate, hoping I could get my magic under control. I never found out what happened to him. I don't know if I want to find out. Lord Verbuyst died a few months later and I was left to the Lady."
She scratches her head as she shrugs, "I still don't know if I was supposed to stay. Sometimes I am grateful because then I would have had to fend for myself in an unknown city barely thirteen." She frowns as she continues. "At first I was just a maid, cleaning after everyone and treated like I was invisible to her until I made mistakes. She would come up with harsh punishments."
Her hands go up to her horns as she nibbles her bottom lip. "She wanted to shave my horns once, but her children saved me from that." Astarion's eyes widen as he listens. "It was for something minor. I accidentally made her bath water too hot because my magic wasn't under control. She didn't get burns or anything, just shocked and upset."
She swallows hard as she sits up, making space between the two. "It got more intense as I got older. The Lady was so scared about getting old and looking old. She wanted to try blood magic, but I didn't want to learn it. She called me good for nothing and invited weird shaman over almost every week once the children went to sleep. I only knew because she used me as bait. A young beautiful Tiefling they could do whatever they wanted to in exchange for making her younger."
His heart sinks as she grips some grass under her fingertips, her exhale shaky as she looks away. "They never slept with me, but with my hands… My mouth. And then they'd prick me and draw so much blood. It was all pseudo-magic. I could tell, but I'd lie so she wouldn't invite them over. But she'd see a new wrinkle, a new sag, and then the shaman was back. Molest me, bleed me dry, and lie." Astarion sits up, trying to shake the anger and rage at this woman he'll never know.
"It went on until her eldest son found out because he came home late one evening and saw the strange man trying to go further with me, saying I needed to make the perfect sacrifice of my virginity to him so My Lady could be young forever." She wipes rogue tears from her eyes, shaking her head. "I was like seventeen when it stopped. She didn't stop seeing that man though. She just stopped having me around. She started looking for more help, specifically younger girls, but they never stayed long… I don't know what happened to them. I stayed, however. I didn't know where to go. I did run away, but she sent bounty hunters after me and threatened to kill me. I ran away a year ago for the final time."
She laughs softly as she sniffs. "I can't believe I stayed for so long. For over ten years. I know that's not as long as centuries for you, but Tieflings don't live long like elves or even half-elves." She whispers.
Astarion interjects, shaking his head. "I'm sorry you went through that. I do have to ask, why did you let me bite you? Why do you let me bite you?"
She winces as she shrugs, "I need you strong so we can fight. I also was used to it. My blood being used for something other than staying in my veins."
He takes her hands in his, "You listened to me, made sure I didn't do anything that made me uncomfortable. But I want to make sure you're not doing anything that makes you uncomfortable."
She smiles up at him, "You've never made me uncomfortable. Especially since we've not had sex afterward." She whispers before quickly adding. "I did enjoy it though. I think I would again."
She removes her hand from his as she continues with her story. "I found my friend at his bookstore in the upper city. He's a Drow but could pass as a regular elf. He kept me hidden and offered to give me another name. We'd be married and if she came to find me, he'd be able to protect me since I would be his wife, no longer tied to my Lady… He proposed this to me the night I was taken. I told him I needed to think and then…" She rubs her forehead.
"Would you marry him?" Astarion asks, trying to read her expression.
She sighs, shaking her head. "I never loved him like a wife is supposed to. I would have been trapped even if he meant well." Sarnarei pats her cheeks as she finally looks up at him. "So that's the story of mine. I don't have anything in this city to keep me. I am free to come with you wherever you would like, my love."
Her story resonates with him as the quiet night continues as they move on to the future. "I bet we could get a nice little home near the Myconid Colony." Sarnarei muses, remembering how beautiful the Myconid Colony was.
Astarion frowns, "I'm sure we could find somewhere else." He scratches his head as he sighs, "I wish we could stay in the city. I will miss it." He says with a wistful look.
"Hmm, maybe we could stay in the city, even though you'd have to stay away from the sun."
"You are so adorable when you're coming up with solutions." He says, touching her cheek. "We'll figure it out, I am sure. Besides, we'll have to figure out what you can do."
A blush comes to her cheeks as she shrugs, "I feel like people will want me to be a leader of some sort. They'll want me to help rebuild. I'm just a random Tiefling."
"You're my random Tiefling. And you are much more than that. Not many people are willing to face the Dead Three and an Elder Brain." She waves away his statement away. "I've barely faced one of them. We still have Gortash and Orin. And the Brain." She rubs her forehead and sighs, quietly adding, "And the mind flayer in our brain."
Astarion laughs, bringing her closer. "I believe in you. You're the only person I trust with handling all of this. You're intelligent, strong, quick-witted." She carefully hides her face in his chest, mindful of her horns. "You're going to take all of these compliments, darling. You're an inspiration to a whole entire generation. I don't care about children, but I see the way the Tiefling children see you. I see the way you care about them. They want to be strong like you. I want to be strong like you. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. Gods, who knows where I would be if you didn't give me a chance back on the beach." She scrunches up her face, making his odes continue, "You are the rock that we all depend on. You keep us all together…" He pauses, lifting her face to his. "I want to be the one you can lean on when it gets too tough."
She smiles, before accepting his gentle kiss, feeling so tired. "You already are… Should we stay here for the night or go back?" She asks, glancing at the tombstone, today's date etched over his birth.
"We can go back if you want. You're looking quite tired."
She snuggles close to him as she nods, "Okay. We can go back in a moment. I just need to rest for a little bit." He lets her fall asleep, wishing he could join her.
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He carries her back to the bar and inn seeing the sky starting to turn blue at the first light. Gale is on night watch tonight, letting them in. "Fun night?" He asks, smirking. Astarion ignores him as he gently puts Sarnarei on the bed.
"When you fell in love with Mystra, how did you know you wanted to steal a Netherese artifact?"
Gale scoffs, stuttering as he crosses his arms. "I just wanted to prove myself worthy of her affection, but before you do anything rash, Sarnarei doesn't need any of that. She may be a goddess among us with questionable taste in lovers, but she doesn't need anything huge and over the top. No one really does even if we feel it in our bones." He pauses as Astarion gently closes her doors.
"I don't feel worthy of her affection," Astarion says to the wizard, the two going to their beds.
"Well, I recommend taking your time with her. That's where I messed up I think. She's beautiful. I wanted to capture her affection and keep it for myself. Misguided, but I see how much happier she is with you, and Halsin to a degree. Once the tadpoles and the Absolute are dealt with, you'll know what your next steps will be. And in the meantime, just enjoy each other. You have plenty of time to show yourself that you're worthy." Gale sits across from him as Astarion takes in the advice.
"Thank you, Gale. For the advice."
Gale smiles as he puts his hand for Astarion to shake. "In the battle of love, you were a great opponent. I wish you two nothing but the best."
Astarion shakes his hand, rolling his eyes, "Hardly a battle, but I'm glad you accept defeat." He replies cheekily as he rests back in his bed, wishing he was cuddling Sarnarei instead. He takes a deep breath, feeling so much lighter. He is free.
Title: genesis (3532 words)
Pairing: astarion/tav
Warnings: nsfw, fluff and smut
A/N: more from astarion's pov lol ♥ very intimate; part three for moonlight on the river
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Sarnarei glares at the Candulhallow's Tombstone, arms crossed. They spent fifteen minutes tearing the empty shop apart looking for the evidence for the murders. Karlach yawns as she checks the desk for the fifth time.
"Do you still have the journal from Dolor?" Shadowheart asks Sarnarei, stress lining her face. "I do, but I left it in my trunk."
"I suggest we go back and read it. There may be a key hidden there. Or at least a clue." Shadowheart replies, heading to the front of the building. Karlach follows, nodding. "Plus we can take a little break. It is getting a little late, soldier."
Sarnarei looks over at Astarion who waves his hand flippantly, "We can fight the big bad Bhaal once we're more rested." She grimaces but follows their party out.
As soon as they arrive, she tears through the chest, pulling out all the journals and tatted notes she saved looking for any sign. Astarion rests on the bed next to it watching as their merry party speaks to each other, waiting.
"I still want to at least figure out how to enter. We can go out for a moment. Whatever rests there, we won't fight tonight." Sarnarei says softly, mostly to herself.
"Do we have to go back out? I think we're all pretty exhausted." Astarion whispers, his eyes drinking in her dress, the way her hair falls in front of her face. He loves how determined she is. He holds himself back, wanting to kiss her and maybe more. She hasn't done anything different and yet...
She glances up at him, tilting her head to the side, not picking up on his cue. "Are you sure?"
He smirks, how adorable is she when she's clueless? His eyes flick up to Wyll who passes by as he nods, "Exhausted. So tired." He says it louder than necessary so the horned man could hear. Wyll turns, raising his eyebrow as he glances at Astarion. The vampire cuts his eyes to Sarnarei and then back to Wyll, hoping his silent pleas would be understood.
Wyll nods, a cheeky smile coming to his lips as he yawns so loudly, "I'm ready to turn in for the evening. How about you, Shadowheart? Halsin?" Astarion glares at the Warlock's back at the mention of Halsin. He didn't mind sharing her with him, especially when they weren't physical. The idea still doesn't bother him, at least he thinks. The two of them didn't spend that much time together from what he noticed anyway. When they did speak, they weren't physical. Maybe they broke up and she didn't tell him.
"Hmm, I could rest for the night," Halsin says, coming over to Sarnarei's side. "Is everything alright, my heart?" My heart.
Astarion keeps up his smirk, his mind racing with the possibilities in case Halsin chooses to stay.
She nods, turning to him, "Yeah, I found what I needed, but I don't want to overburden you all." She says sweetly, closing the trunk.
"Of course." He glances over at Astarion, "How are you handling everything?" He asks, his voice full of concern.
"Better. Thank you, Halsin." He gives him a curt nod. The druid raises his eyebrow, a compassionate smile on his lips. "I think we're going to go take Lakrissa up on her offer. Have a night to just relax while we can."
Karlach appears out of nowhere her vibrant smile brightening up the room as she wraps her arm around Halsin. "Fuck yes. Let's go! I hear they have a super funny comedian on tonight. I want to laugh my stomach bursts." She shoots a look at Shadowheart, "You can heal that, right?"
The cleric smirks as she rolls her eyes, "I would prefer it not come to that, but I will do my best." The rest of the crew filter out, Halsin being the last.
"Don't keep her too long, Astarion." He teases, winking as he closes the door.
He takes a deep breath as he returns to Sarnarei, who stands at her entrance a bit bewildered. "Alone with a bed." He says, ignoring her suspicion as he sits back down. He's bedded thousands, but the thought of being intimate with her makes him so anxious. Her confusion leaves as she sits next to him, concern taking over.
"I would like a night of passion with you, Sarnarei. If I can't handle it, I'll let you know so we can stop. I know that look in your eyes. You don't want me to feel distressed and we've been going slow, but I don't want to wait any longer. I think I'm ready." He states, taking her hands into his own.
She licks her lips, glancing up at him. "If you feel uneasy at any point, we will stop." She replies, moving closer. She misses him, misses his body against her own, but holds him in such regard. It would hurt her to the core if she did anything and he just went along with it to make her happy.
He nods, leaning forward, and kissing her slowly. He sucks on her bottom lip, dragging his teeth carefully along it. He leans her against the pillows, not breaking their kiss. She moans softly as her arms wrap around his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pulls away, gazing upon his lover. She searches his face as her hands go to his ornate jacket, pulling at the buttons.
"I love you," He whispers as he shrugs the jacket off, letting it fall off the bed. His hand slips between her thighs, his fingers gently gliding along her pelvis over her pants.
"I love you too," She whispers back, rocking her hips against his touch. She slips her hand down along his pants where his cock stands half hard. He shudders at her touch, focusing on finding her pants, and dragging them off.
Her hands return to her body, fiddling with the corset top. His eyes stay glued to her chest, watching as they fall from the lack of support. He swallows hard as he leans down, replacing her hands with his own as he undoes her corset, taking the pretty and sturdy fabric from her torso, and adding it to their clothing pile. She whimpers as his kisses return to her neck and collarbone, his talented fingers massaging her chest through her beige sleep top. She closes her eyes as he runs his fingers along her top.
"Can I please you first?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
Astarion pauses in between his kisses, raising his eyebrow. "Please me first?"
She nods as she sits up, her hand returning to his hardening cock. "You always please me first. I want to make sure you're sated." She explains, tracing her fingers up to his loosened frilly shirt, dragging it over his body. He nods after a moment, considering. The worst thing is that he could disassociate, but Sarnarei's attention and focus are so acute on him, that she would notice and stop in her tracks. He feels like a burden as he rests on the other side of the daybed. "Tell me to stop if you don't like it." She whispers, helping him out of his trousers. He gives another nod as she pecks him quickly, her soft body caressing his.
"My sweet, I can handle a blowjob." He says sarcastically, running his fingers through her hair as she slides between his legs.
Astarion watches her with heated eyes as she holds his cock in her hands. He exhales deeply as he looks up at the ceiling, her hands gently stroking him. She leans down, pressing soft kisses along his shaft. He closes his eyes, keeping his hands to himself. Before he would have forced her mouth open, fucking her mouth hard, hearing her gags and whimper. But he lets her take her time now, her tongue tasting him. She smiles up at him as she reaches his tip, her tongue rolling around it. Her fangs peak just underneath her full lips, framing his cock so dangerously. He groans softly, his knee coming up as he gently pets her hair. Just focus on her, his mind repeats as she opens her mouth, guiding his cock down her throat. He watches as she closes her eyes, bobbing her head along his shaft. She moans softly as she drags her fingertips along his inner thighs, her eyes cutting up to his.
His breathing quickens as he massages her scalp, her mouth perfectly warm around his shaft. His fingers grip her hair, his hips trying to thrust lazily into her mouth to quicken her speed. He can't help it, moaning as her tongue rests against the thick underside vein, gently pressing along it as she massages it with each bob. Halsin must have taught her that, he thinks quickly as he tosses his head back.
"My love..." He moans, trying to keep in the present. She pulls up, stroking him. "You are being too devilishly good." He purrs as she rubs him off, feeling proud of herself.
"Oh?" She asks before sucking his pink tip again, her plump lips the perfect frame around it. He closes his eyes briefly as she takes him as far as she can, her mewls muffled. His hips buck against her mouth as he feels himself getting lost in the pleasure.
Too dangerous, too tempting.
"That's enough. I need you." He says, dragging her head up to his cold lips. She laughs softly against his lips, kissing him back. He pushes her back, rolling to be on top of her. His hard cock presses along her warm slit but he pulls away, quickly lying on his stomach as he buries his head between her thighs.
She arches her back, her hips pressing against his mouth. She can barely get her bearings as his tongue prods her apart. Her moans fill the room as his tongue laps at her clit. Her hands tug her shirt off before returning to her breasts, playing with her nipples as she watches his feast. She bites her lip, her breathing quickening. She missed this, so much. Sure she's had others now, but Astarion... She closes her eyes as she moans, her legs resting on his shoulders. He could taste her getting closer, her clit becoming more engorged with each suckle. He comes up for air gently biting her inner thigh before making a trail of kisses up her belly, her chest, and her mouth. He finds focusing on her makes it more enjoyable. She's so reactive to him, the way her tongue rolls around with his, her moans. He breaks the kiss, giving her time to breathe.
He rubs his cock against her, remembering how much physically he loves the ridges above her slit. He's so sensitive already from his want for her, that he takes a deep breath, trying not to get overwhelmed. He gently thrusts inside of her, both of them moaning. He laughs softly as she looks away, her cheeks flushed.
He holds himself above her, wanting to watch her every reaction as he starts to rock his hips. Her brows knit together as she whimpers tiny prayers to some unknown god. He smiles to himself, how dramatic she is being. He hasn't even done anything yet. He picks up his pace, needing more of her reactions, her moans. "Ah, I love you... Oh, my love." She whines, her hands covering her face as she pants. He frowns as he thrusts harder, taking her hands from her face, their fingers interlacing.
"Please don't hide your face from me." He says, pounding into her. She nods, her brows knitting up as she looks up at him. Her watchful eyes meet his, a quick assessment before he rolls his hips against hers. A distraction, he thinks as she cries out, looking away again. She clenches around him as she opens her legs more for him. He can feel himself slipping into overdrive, doing it until he releases. This will be an uphill battle. He wants to stay in the moment so badly, but the motions are the same. The same sensations he'd felt for so long.
She wraps her arms around his shoulders, holding him closer, making him slow down. His breathing catches in his throat as she kisses him softly, their hips rocking together. The act brings him back to the moment, his hand leaving hers as he cups her breast, tweaking her nipple between his fingers.
She breaks the kiss, whimpering. Their foreheads touch, and their breathing becomes one. He brushes his nose against hers, their lips barely touching as they pant. His hips grind, burying himself deep inside.
"Astarion..." She moans, her hands resting on either side of his head, their eyes locking.
He grins, picking up his pace again. "Like that?" He asks, feeling electricity in their touch, their gaze.
"Y-y-yes!" She stammers, struggling to keep up. Her tail rests on the back of his thigh, running up and down as he thrusts. He growls, enjoying her gentle touch on his body.
He slows, pulling back. He wants to see the full view again, his hands resting on the underside of her knees. Her arm covers her mouth, muffling her praises as he continues his slow pace. He watches as his cock disappears inside of her warm inviting hole before rocking his hips back. Gods... He doesn't think he'll last long, overwhelmed with his need for her. How gorgeous she is coming undone beneath him. He lets go of her leg briefly, removing her hand from her mouth. "Please, my love. I need to see you." He whispers, returning his hand to her leg. She scrunches up her nose as she looks away, feeling so full from his thrusts.
"Can, can I ride you?" She asks in between cries. He nods laughing softly to himself, reluctant to pull out. He's feeling more alive now, invigorated. She smiles up at him, kissing him quickly, following as he lies on his back. Before she mounts him, she assesses him, staring deeply into his eyes. "We can stop if you want."
He shakes his head, guiding her hips down. "I don't want to." He smiles, kissing her valid worries away.
She whines as he thrusts inside, stretching her again. He doesn't want to give her room to doubt. She saw his familiar face distant look creeping in despite his best efforts. His fingertips gently massage her ass, feeling her tail swipe back and forth between his legs. Her hands rest on his shoulders, her ass rocking back against his thighs.
"You're perfect. So perfect." He whispers as she lifts her hips slightly, trying to find a comfortable pace on her knees.
She rolls her eyes, trying to suppress the smile, moaning out instead. "You're so... Handsome." She replies quickly, feeling his grip tighten on her hips.
His brow quirks up as he smirks, "Oh, go on." He slowly takes over the pace, finding a comfortable rhythm.
She squirms above him, trying to handle his languid thrusts while trying to answer his question, gasping every time he fully sheathes her. "Ah... The Gods took their time... When creating you..." She barely can make out her compliment as he varies his speed, watching as her face contorts with ecstasy.
"They really did, darling, but..." He quickens his thrusts, delighted with himself when her tail wraps around his shin for leverage against his relentless strokes. "I think you could do better."
She whimpers, her nails digging into his shoulders, her breasts bouncing between her arms. "Fuck. Astarion. Please." Her stomach tenses from the immense pleasure. He groans with her, her warm walls clenching around his cock. Her moans become his favorite song, his name on her lips only increasing his need for her. He focuses on the pain from her nails digging into his skin, pounding as hard as he can as she loses her grip, laying on top of him as she cries into his neck.
He slows, giving her a chance to catch her breath, edging her as she rocks her hips, slowly riding him. She sits up after a moment, her eyes still closed as she tries to get more comfortable on her knees after the pummeling. He closes his eyes, enjoying her taking her time, his cock nestled deep inside, his tip pressing against her c-spot. She squirms again as she tries her best to ride him, her legs shaking. He smiles up at her, her brown skin with a soft sheen of sweat.
"Every time I move, I get so overwhelmed." She says quickly, turning her head away from him as she rocks her hips. She glances down at him through her lashes, checking to see if he's still present.
His eyes are hungry as he digs his fingers into her skin, starting to take over the pace again. "My love, I am lost in your pleasure. Those beautiful brown orbs hypnotize me." He starts his thrusts again, her eyes shut tight, her tail gripping him hard. She leans down, wrapping her arms around him as she comes undone above him, his name sung to the heavens. She tosses her head back as she holds herself still against his thrusts. She makes fists against his chest, her orgasm taking her vision.
He's proud of himself, feeling her contract and gush around him. Her pleasure belongs just to him, no one else. He moans with her, not giving her time to relax this time as he leans up, wrapping her in an embrace as he buries his head in her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. He grinds against her in this new position, panting against her hot skin. He lifts his hips against her, rutting against her, his tip convulsing inside.
She's too perfect, too close to the sun and like some mortal flying close, he dares try, unafraid of burns. He almost bites her neck out of habit, to eat and spill his seed as he's done for the past centuries. He stops himself, giving her soft unhurried kisses along her neck and chest, as he twitches inside with each thrust. He is so used to going as fast as he can once he feels himself about to cum. Always a race, but he takes his time, feeling more sensitive each time he thrusts inside.
The urge to relentlessly pound her does wash over him, but he keeps at it, her moans cheering him on. He tenses each time her ass comes flush against his skin, nostrils flaring. "Sarnarei..." He whimpers her name, his hands wrapping around her back. "I love you. I..."
She doesn't say it back, not having a chance as she feels his engorged tip pressing against her cervix. She holds him close to her chest as he pants, his body contracting as he holds his hips up, his cock erupting deep inside of her womb.
Neither of them says anything, their haggard breaths and soft sighs fill the silence. Her fingers massage his damp scalp while the others make a small circular pattern on his shoulder. If he could sleep, he would. He would sleep for eternity in her arms. He glances up at her after a moment, a sleepy smile on his face. She returns the sleepy smile, too tired to check him over and assess him. "I love you too," She finally replies, her voice hoarse.
She moves from his lap, letting his now flaccid cock slip out. She whimpers, missing the fullness. Astarion rolls his eyes as he pulls her into a cuddle, staring up at the wooden ceiling. "I was so nervous before..." He admits, laughing to himself.
"Nervous?" She asks, worries lining her face.
"I know. How could I be nervous about something as easy as this." His voice is light but his expression serious as he glances down at his partner. "I wanted you. Craved you. I starved and you brought me back to life. I felt so connected." The worries disappear as she kisses his shoulder. "I still will need more time before we make this a regular occurrence again."
Sarnarei traces another mindless pattern on his chest, nodding. "Take all the time you need. I'll always be here. You know I won't mind." Her smile is warm and understanding. Always so understanding.
He lifts her face towards his, the chaste kiss deepening as he pulls her closer, his thigh brushing against her still swelling clit. She whimpers against his mouth, breaking the kiss. "I can still tease though," Astarion says cheekily.
"Don't tease me too much. I don't know if I can go again." She whines hiding her face.
"Well, in that case, we should probably go down to see this comedian."
Sarnarei grimaces as she lifts her head, feeling exhausted. "We could just stay here."
Astarion nips her neck playfully. "There's too much temptation in this bed... Come, let's go have some fun, my sweet. We can always see where the night takes us." He picks her up with ease, her giggles erupting from her chest as he leads them to the bath to clean up.
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