It's a Beautiful scene where you answer questions about Astarion and the Dryad determines how strong or weak your love is for each other.
This scene happens when you speak to the Dryad in the circus at Wryms Crossing.
Summary : Astarion x Aranel , romance, fluff & spice. This is my first fic and I hope you enjoy!
I had the idea for a BG3 ending I want with Astarion. In this short story he is now mortal, and gets to adventure and see more of the world with the one he loves.
Aranel awoke at their woodland camp to the sounds of birds singing, the river flowing and the sun rising upon her, she smiles when she sees Astarion is still fast asleep, but as soon as she's about to get up from her bedroll, his eyes flicker open. "Good morning," He says as he looks up at her. She lays a hand on his cheek, caressing it with her fingers. He reaches up and places a soft his on her lips. They stare into each others eyes, for what feels like an eternity. Her heart starts pounding faster and faster as she opens her mouth to say something, anything, and then all the air in the world gets sucked out. He kisses her passionately.
"I love you." Aranel whispers. As if reading her mind, he replies, "I know, I love you too." with a soft smile.
The world has stopped moving around them. The birds have stopped chirping, the breeze no longer blowing. He puts his hands on either side of her face and holds her in place. They look deep into each other's eyes again, so lost in each other that neither one of them can speak. Their hearts are beating as one. He smiles down at her. "We should get going," He finally says. Aranel nods her head, unable to find the words to reply. He gives her a tender kiss and grabs her bag, tossing it over his shoulder. They leave the forest and make their way through the grassy fields toward the town of Forveven. As they walk along the trail, hand in hand, she thinks back to the night before, recalling every moment spent with him, savoring every memory, trying to hold onto it forever. Her heart pounds wildly as she looks at him. He seems more beautiful than ever.
When they finally reach the town, they pass by a group of bandits on their way to raid Forveven. They're laughing and talking among themselves. One of them stops and yells, "We've got us a pretty one here!" The other bandits join in and laugh. Aranel turns to see Astarion glaring at them, a scowl etched across his face. Before he has time to move, the bandits grab him from behind. He spins around quickly, knocking several of them to the ground. He stands there, his daggers drawn, facing off against five heavily armed men. She watches as Astarion slowly circles the bandits. Each man tries to attack him, but he dodges each attack effortlessly. She hears him growl quietly under his breath. Suddenly he jumps forward and stabs a bandit in the chest, blood spurting everywhere. Aranel shoots a lighting bolt at another bandit, leaving him paralyzed on the ground. The bandit scream in pain and surprise. "Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" She asks, still firing lightning bolts at the other two bandits. She barely manages to miss Astarion. One of the bandits runs towards her, raising his sword high above his head.
"Come on! Come on!" The remaining bandits yell out. They charge toward her, shouting angrily. Aranel unleashes a thunderwave, hurling them toward the ground, then charges towards Astarion, who throws a dagger at the last bandit. It sinks into his throat, spraying blood. The bandit falls to the floor in front of him. Astarion asks "Are you alright?" and then wraps his arms around Aranel and squeezes her tightly. She leans her head on his shoulder. The sun has almost set, casting an orange glow across the horizon. The wind begins to pick up as the moon rises in the sky. After taking a short break to catch their breath, Aranel and Astarion continue walking along the road. The villagers are returning home after their long day at work. They wave hello to them as they pass by.
When they get to the center of town, they spot a sign posted on a wooden pole. She reads it aloud, "Welcome to Forveven: A Great Town on the Western Sea." Astarion laughs, "That was not my intention. I just wanted to show you that we'll have plenty of adventures together."
Aranel shrugs, smiling at him, "Adventure? We've been having adventures since the moment we met. Don't think that's changed any." He walks up to her and gives her a quick kiss on the lips. They enter the tavern and sit down next the window, ordering wine and venison stew. They tuck into their meal. A small fire burns at the end of the room, providing enough heat to keep the room warm. Several people stand up from their seats and go to wash up at the basin at the far end of the room. Aranel and Astarion rent a room for the night.
The room is warm and comfortable. It smells faintly of wood and wool, with a welcoming fire. Aranel prepares a bath, while Astarion takes a seat at the table. He looks at her with such love in his eyes, she can feel it, even though she can't see it. She loves him too, she just wishes she could show it better than she does. When the water begins to boil, she gets into the tub and sits down. Astarion joins her a few minutes later. He takes off his clothes and steps into the hot bath. Aranel sighs deeply. She has always loved baths. There's something so soothing about it, the way the warm water envelopes you, embracing you like a comforting blanket.
Astarion places his arms around her waist. She rests her head on his chest and closes her eyes. This is where she feels most at peace. With her head resting against his chest, she can hear the sound of his heartbeat. Inhaling deeply, she inhales his scent, which she has come to recognize so well. She loves the smell of his leather armor, as much as she loves the smell of his skin. She places her hand on top of his chest, running her fingers across lightly. Aranel turns her head slightly and places a kiss on his neck. She nuzzles closer to him, needing him. Their eyes meet once again, looking deep into each others' eyes. He brushes his hand against her cheek, tilting her head up to kiss her passionately. Aranel pushes herself up onto her elbows and wraps her legs around his waist. She continues kissing him passionately, rubbing her body against his.
The world around them fades away. All she knows is him. Nothing else matters anymore. As he drives himself deeper inside her, Aranel lets out a moan, letting him know how much she loves him. And that she wants him to make love to her. She rolls her hips against him, wanting to take everything he has to offer. Astarion groans deeply, wrapping his arms around her tightly. He presses his body hard against hers, making sure she feels every inch of him. He pumps his hips, driving himself deeper inside her. His thrusts become harder and faster. Her moans get louder. Every time he thrusts inside her, her orgasm builds. Her eyes roll back in her head, as her breathing becomes heavy. She bites her lip as she struggles to control her cries. She grips his shoulders tightly as her whole body tenses up, clenching around him. She feels her insides contract violently around him, squeezing his cock so tight that he's forced to stop thrusting. Just as she thinks she's about to lose it, he continues pushing himself deep inside her. The feeling of pure ecstasy takes over. The waves of pleasure crash over her. She writhes against him as her body contracts and spasms uncontrollably. He continues thrusting until his own climax hits him. A shudder passes through his entire body. His arms collapse against her back. Aranel clings to him, holding him tightly against her. They remain locked in a passionate embrace for what feels like hours. Eventually, they both calm down and return to reality. They help each other out of the tub and dry off. A couple hours later, they retire to bed, drifting off to sleep in each others' arms.
He woke up to the sound of gentle rain hitting the window. He lazily opened his eyes and saw Aranel lying beside him. The sheets had fallen down exposing her body, but she was covered by a thin layer of silk. She smiled at him when she noticed he was awake. He rolled onto his back and pulled her into his arms. They fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
