stone walled
Note: R18/Explicit, Minors do not interact! There's PIV in this one, with a bit of cunning linguistics, but not too much. again, NO MINORS.
A stuck in the wall fanfic where both you and Ast are being pervy. ('-')b Much thanks to reddituser WeirdGirlActivity888 on r/AO3 for having an easily accessible image for Kinktober 2023, especially with the loss of the google drive link for the Kinktober 2023!
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You, without a shadow of a doubt, are an incredibly embarrassing idiot. You push down on the walls that are currently caging you, making you feel like you are in the stocks, being punished for something extremely mundane and not noteworthy yet here you are regardless. Because you are the smallest out of everyone, you are the one that gets asked to try and crawl through this hole so that you can see if there is something by the end. Of course, you manage to make a good degree through the hole before your hips find you forcefully and humiliatingly stuck. There is a moment of silence before Karlach bursts out into unholy laughter, aided by a Lae’zel whose sigh is so loud it echoes in your head, and Astarion soon joins in with the laughter once he returns to the task bestowed onto him.
Whenever the laughter is finally over, Karlach and Lae’zel take turns trying to yank you out, just for you to yelp and flail and yell to “stop it already! You’re about to rip my legs straight off!”. It is Astarion who suggests to the other two to go and get Gale from camp, given that he surely has something to help with this – a dimension door in the reserves, perhaps? Though there is the mild issue of the fact that camp is hours away.
Earlier, you split your group up when you get this deep into the woods to try and get more ground covered this way. You take with you Lae’zel and Karlach, mostly because they don’t want to be stuck listening to the debates Gale, Wyll, and Shadowheart are going to have, and Astarion because of his dexterous fingers and nimble body. Now, however, you kind of wish you didn’t, because you know for a fact that it is going to take Karlach and Lae’zel an hour at the very least to try and find Gale, then another to bring him back to you so that you can escape.
“Ta, darlings.” Astarion calls out from behind you when Karlach and Lae’zel make their leave; there isn’t much left to the cave that isn’t better to just leave Astarion to slinking about in, given his roguish ways, so of course you are left with your resident vampire.
There is quiet once again when the two heavy hitters are gone. You wiggle a little, trying to get some comfort, and you yowl when you feel something smack down onto your arse cheek. “Astarion!” you cry out, smacking your hands down on the walls either side of you, and you wish you can turn around and glare at him. “Really, now? Stop being so bloody perverse!”
“Nope.” he practically sings out, his hands once more returning to your butt so that he can start groping and squeezing it. “I am oh-so-very glad you wore a neat little robe today, darling. You don’t mind if I take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, will you?” you want to kick back at him, though your limbs feel a bit awkward given where you are currently locked in, and he simply massages your arse while he waits for your response.
A part of you wants to genuinely say no, given how embarrassing this is; here you are, stuck in a hole in a wall, half of your body being groped and squeezed by your bloodsucking lover, while the other is staring into a bland looking room, hands uselessly slapping down onto the wall. You can somewhat hear Astarion humming behind you as he squeezes your rear. You slump down eventually, sigh, and you can practically see the way Astarion perks up as you say, “fine, but not too rough, they’re going to return eventually.”
You do not realise how excited Astarion is at your predicament until he has your trousers unlaced and shoved down to your knees, leaving you in your panties and you shudder a little as your legs are exposed to the elements. The leather of his gloves drag across your skin, making you jolt as much as you can in your situation, and you flush when Astarion presses a kiss to where your thigh and pelvis meet.
“Thank you.” he says, strangely sincere about it, though you aren’t given a moment to think too much about it when rough fingers once again squeeze your rear and you feel him bury his face into you. You feel his tongue slip out, giving a lazy lick against your clothed vulva, and you stop your twisting a little bit to make it easier for Astarion to touch you. His fingers finally grasp at your waistband, pulling it back just to let you feel it snap against you, a squeak slipping out before dragging your underwear down to bare your vagina to him.
His tongue is back on you again, dragging between your vulva, lapping lazily against your labia, and you sink your teeth into your lower lip when Astarion begins his languid taste of your vulva. You squirm, just for him to grab your hips and force you down further onto his face, nose bumping against you momentarily before his tongue slides slightly further out to flick at your slowly emerging clit. Almost as if trying to coax a prey from hiding, he lavishes his attention onto your clit, thumbs coming down to spread your swelling vaginal lips, and you let out a wet, shuddering gasp.
He is just as skilled at this as he always is; lapping alternatively at your dripping hole and angling you to play with your hard, swollen clit. He holds you open, letting you drip all over his face, and you whine, wishing you can grab onto his hair, or anything, to try and ground yourself while he kisses and plays with your vagina. More and more of your pre drips out of you, no doubt staining his mouth and chin, his lazy movements getting a bit more vigorous, frequent, and you smack your hands against the walls all over again.
There is nothing to help you focus, your mind only able to hone in on the pleasure his tongue drags out of you – perverse man that he is, he moans against you and the vibrations make you squeal, though nothing makes you whine louder than when you feel him completely retreat from between your legs. “Thank you.” he repeats from behind you, and you still have no clue why you are being thanked – there is something going on behind those eyes of his, though you have no desire, nor the wits really, to use the tadpole to probe into his mind.
Thumbs press once more against you, though this time to spread open your hole and show off your insides to him, though you don’t really open up much given how tight you are, and how he hasn’t bed with you in quite some time. You don’t really think much about it; you aren’t that sexual of a person in the first place, or so you think, and it is hard to really believe that when Astarion is currently cooing over your cunt and pressing wet kisses against your inner thighs. The fact that Astarion insists on this is actually surprising, the haze from your mind clearing thanks to the frustration of an orgasm denied, but you aren’t allowed to dwell on it for long when you hear shuffling behind you.
One hand grabs your hip to steady you and your mouth falls open in anticipation when you feel his cock head press against your dripping hole. “Wa-wait,” you start, “aren’t you going to prepare me-?”
“Well darling,” Astarion says innocuously, “I can’t prepare you with leather, can I?” before you can even suggest he just take them off, he slams deep inside of you in one go and you scream loudly, slapping your hands against the stone surrounding you, feeling utterly stuffed by his erection as he settles into you. He is at least merciful enough to let your fluttering walls adjust, your hole immediately feeling sore from how it stretches around him, and you close your eyes while taking deep breaths, trying to steady yourself.
You feel so, so full; the stretch is borderline painful, the sting of it making you shudder and moan pathetically, and you hear Astarion’s answering groan when you tighten around him before relaxing again. “Oh,” and he sounds almost surprised when he says that, “you feel good like this. I could use you however I want.” you aren’t entirely too sure how to feel about the dark edge his voice takes on, though your thoughts aren’t your own for long when Astarion pulls out almost all the way only to violently thrust deep into you again.
“Ahhhstarion!” you moan his name out, aimlessly tumbling out, and he gives you an answering growl before he does it again – long, dragging pulls that scrape roughly against your walls before slamming all the way back in, forcing you to feel him in his entirety while he gets to feel your poor vagina try to clamp down around him. The sounds escaping you are wet and humiliating, not aided by the way you claw at the stones around you, and it doesn’t help when Astarion grabs your tail to yank you up, rubbing at the sensitive base of it, and you practically weep from the onslaught of sensations.
He is all grunts and groans behind you, the slapping of skin and the wetness of your cunt swallowing his cock echoes in your head and the underground hideout the two of yourselves are in. You get louder, voice bordering on a scream, when the hand not squeezing and rub the base of your tail decides to rub your sensitive clit. “Mmmmmnnnnooo, closssse, it’s too much!” you wail out; he is being so harsh on your poor body and merciless with your swollen cunt. The twisting in your abdomen gets tighter and tighter, your legs kicking out yet barely being able to move, and still Astarion keeps pounding into you, as though trying to force you to remember him for weeks to come.
“Come... ON!” Astarion hisses out, his own voice sounding worn out, and it takes another rough rub of your hard clit before you find yourself barrelling to orgasm, eyes wide when you feel that strong urge to pee, and your entire body flushed when you squirted, squeezing around him as you do. He crows a strange laugh behind you before he too orgasms, following yours, and you slump forward, feeling completely worn out and deeply tired. He pulls out of you slowly... and does not even bother to clean you up as he drags your underwear and trousers back up.
Your legs and vulva feel extremely sticky and you can already feel his spend dripping out of you and into your gusset, making it cling to your vaginal lips, and you flush. There is more shuffling behind you and Astarion moves your legs around, obviously cleaning up whatever mess you make from your intense squirt, and you are feeling too tired to try and berate him for leaving you all dirty.
“There,” Astarion says, somehow getting his second wind already, and you curse everyone (except for Gale) in your party for being more physically fit than you, “now when our resident little wizard comes and gets you, you can only think and feel me and what I helped you achieve, and you will have to explain your flushed little face to him when he helps you out.”
You try to kick him behind you, though the movement just reminds you starkly of the fact that you let Astarion have sex with you like this, and he just grabs your ankle and squeezes it playfully.
“I hate you.” you say.
“Sure you do, darling. Now be a good one and wait here, won’t you? We have quite some time to kill before anyone is to return to help you out.”
