Chapter 7 - Blood, Bhaal and Bad Decisions.
Blood, Bhaal, and Bad Decisions - Chapter 7 - bloodsparks96 - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own.
Malis' day goes from bad to worse.
They find out the grove's healer, Nettie, can't solve their tadpole problem. Lae'zel is furious as another day detouring from her creche quest is wasted chasing fruitless leads. Malis does manage to resist her urge's gleeful excitement and spares a tiefling child from the druid's interim leader, Kagha, but that doesn't help the dour mood at camp that evening.
Astarion is notably absent from dinner, but turns up later in the night when Malis is on an unnecessary watch, feigning its need as an excuse to not attempt sleep she knows won't find her.
Flirty words are exchanged and Malis can't help but hope the pale elf might act on some of his sultry promises. But a split lip sends him fleeing back into the night. Strange... He doesn't return before Malis shirks her unnecessary duties and falls asleep.
Astarion, fleeing from the sultry draw of the beautiful tiefling and the call of her spicy blood on her lip, descends into a crazed spiral of fear, despair, then determination. He is free now. Cazador cannot harm him. He'll prove it.
Returning to camp, he finds Malis sleeping, serenely beautiful in her slumber. The pulse point at her neck beats enticingly close to her skin. If he could only have a taste...
He can't stop himself. He leans in. Malis' eyes snap open.
Malis reacts immediately, flipping her assailant on their back, magic balled in her hand to eviscerate their face. But, she pauses. Astarion? Her mind, still addled with sleep is momentarily confused. Then, it all snaps into place. Astarion is a vampire.
She's not scared or angry, but rather... curious. And after not much convincing on the beautiful vampire's part, Malis offers her neck willingly.
As Astarion feeds, things quickly descend into lewd territory. Both Malis and Astarion are lost to a whirlwind of lust, a week of tension finally snapping as they grind and moan against each other.
But as Malis climaxes and her mind clears of lust, she realises it remains foggy and languid from blood loss. Astarion is not releasing her, still caught in the heady taste of her lustfilled plasma, he keeps drinking as Malis' pleas for him to stop grow weaker and weaker...