A Taste of the Divine
Pairings: Astarion x Hellethil, Astarion x Named!Tav
Word Count: ~10k
Warnings: MDNI 18+ Blasphemous Acts, Blood Play, Period Play, Smut, Oral (m and f receiving), Orgasm Denial, Cream pie, Cum Play, Praise Kink
Summary: Hellethil awakens to her time of the month, leading to a devious little plan from Astarion to bring her relief, and give himself a tasty little meal. All while taking place in a temple devoted to a God who hates the undead.
A/N: Ok I'm coming in a bit late to this kinktober prompt, but where is the rule that I can only post it on the date? Thanks @nyx-knox for your enthusiasm and encouragement with this one, and for enjoying Phantasma with me. It totally didn't make me feral enough to actually be inspired to finish this fic...hehe
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Hellethil awoke that morning with a deep ache in her lower belly. Groaning, she rolled over, her head throbbing with the change of position. She sighed, bringing the blankets further up her body, shimmying further beneath them. She knew her cycle had to be close with the decline in her mood. Everything had slowly started to feel more overwhelming than they previously had. She did her best to hide the shortening of her temper, and did her best to sneak off to cry without prying eyes, or ears.
She whimpered, shutting her eyes tighter, hoping that the effort would will her migraine away. Hellethil brought the blankets to cover her face, inhaling the scent of Astarion enveloping her in mild comfort. He had spent most of the night with her of course, just until she had fallen asleep, so he could go off and find a more filling meal.
The sound of footsteps on dirt and gravel roused her from her doze, followed by the fluttering of fabric being moved. She knew the sound of those familiar footsteps well now, and only one of her companions had permission to come in before she had awoken. Despite feeling so poorly, her heart began to race in excitement, as the familiar presence sat beside her, their careful hands began to softly trace the buried curves of her body.
“Good morning flower, please tell me the blood I smell, doesn’t mean you're dead.” She could feel him lean closer to the opening of her blankets. “I told you, piling so many blankets on you, would crush you sooner or later.” Astarion began to poke and prod at her beneath her cozy pile.
From beneath her cozy fortress came a muffled, “Yes, I am dead now. You may throw me under a willow tree and I will find you again in the next life. Please tell whoever you see fit that you, or they, are in charge now. Thank you.”
Astarion clicked his tongue, making a show of his fingers crawling up her body as she felt them curl around the opening of her covers. “What a pity,” he sighed, “I guess my lovely little flower will never get the special treat I had planned for her this lazy morning.” He sighed dramatically once again, “Oh well, I guess it's my job to dispose of this beautiful body.” He quickly ripped away her covers, the assaulting morning light of the still open flap, caused the pain in her head to worsen. His cold hands quickly enveloped her sides, pinching and tickling her in a show of trying to bring her back from the dead.
“You’re a wicked, and evil man, Astarion!” Hellethil shrieked, grabbing his hands, trying to get him to stop. “Your hands are chilly! Stop it! Stop! I’m not in the mood! I don’t feel well!” His vicious onslaught abruptly halted, and she quickly found her back pressed against his chest, his now gentle and welcoming arms wrapped around her.
“Why is my little flower covered in thorns this morning?” He pressed a soft kiss just behind her ear, whispering a soft apology. “Honestly darling, are you alright? Why is the smell of blood in here so overwhelming?” He sat up, confused, his eyes quickly roaming her, looking for any signs of injury she may have suffered before he came in here.
Blush creeped up Hellethil's cheeks, her body now feeling too warm despite the cold early morning breeze, drifting in through her tent. “It’s nothing life threatening, I’m alright. It’s just my cycle, I must have lost count of the days amongst the chaos of everything.” She closed her eyes, nuzzling her face into her pillow, curling into herself as another wave of pain took hold of her. “I feel awful. I have a headache, I have horrid cramps, I feel disgusting and bloated. I’m exhausted, I just want to sleep this away.”
Astarion sighed, laying back beside her, dragging the many blankets up their bodies. He carefully wrapped an arm around her, burying his face in the crook of her warm neck, pressing a number of soft, delicate kisses on her. “And here I came in and viciously attacked you. I’m sorry my darling flower.” He held her tighter against him, his strong chest pressed against her back, his fingers slightly tightening against her belly.
Hellethil slowly turned to face him, nuzzling her face against his neck, his chin finding its place on top of her tousled bed head. “What are you doing?” she mumbled. “Don’t we have to get up? Isn’t that why you came in here? Aren’t we leaving today to head towards The Underdark?”
“Lucky for you, everyone so graciously agreed to a rest day. It seems yesterday’s events have everyone feeling a bit run down.” His hand moved in a steady motion up and down along the aching muscles of her back, tempting her back into the sweet caress and comfort of sleep.
“Didn’t you say you had a special treat for me? Or was that a lie to get me out of bed?” she mumbled against his neck, pouting. The cooler temperature of his skin was pleasant against her throbbing head, she draped an arm over his side, pulling him closer to her.
Astarion gave her a soft chuckle, his hand stopping at the top of her shoulder, his fingers giving a squeeze. “Well, yes and no. I came in here with the intention of being your special treat. That is until the alarming scent of your blood hit me. You’re in no condition for me to fully indulge you at the moment.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the hand on her hip slid to the small of her back beginning the soothing circles once more.
A whine left her lips. “Maybe eventually. I really do feel awful. I feel like my head is going to burst open, and my eyes are going to pop out, she frowned. “Not to mention that I also feel like someone is twisting my insides and trying to rip them out through my belly button. And–” she sighed, “-my boobs hurt.”
“Tsk, my poor thing. So many awful things she must endure.” He slipped a cool hand beneath her sleep shirt, a satisfied moan leaving his throat at their temperature difference. He traced delicate patterns over her warm skin before that hand traveled to her front, drifting upwards to massage one of her sore breasts.
“That feels nice, just don't go any further please.” A breathy moan left Hellethil’s throat, her fingers tightened in the soft fabric of Astarion’s shirt.
“Of course darling,” he pressed another kiss to her head, continuing to gently massage her.
His thumb brushed over her hardening nipple, causing a louder moan to leave her lips, her body arching into him. He shushed her, slowly guiding her to lay on her back, as he slotted himself between her thighs. Hellethil’s hand traced up his arm, coming to rest at the nape of his neck, gently pressing his head towards her. Their lips met in slow lazy kisses, the barest hint of heat as they moved against each other.
Astarion switched breasts with his other hand, swallowing her soft whimpers. “Does this feel nice?” he asked, his lips moving against hers, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth.
“Y-yes, you're making it hard not to want to continue.” Her legs fell open wider, as she pressed her body against his, feeling him already half-hard against her. “It’s just my head…” she whimpered.
“Shhh, it’s alright. We can always go further another time.” He removed his hand from her shirt, causing her to whine at the loss. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Now, how can I help you feel better? Does tea and breakfast sound alright?”
She took a shuddering sigh, closing her eyes, and scrunched her nose at the thought of eating. “I suppose I should eat or drink something.” She opened her eyes, his warm gaze making her heart flutter, and a small smile to spread across her lips. “There should be an appropriate tea for this morning stashed away in that little tea tin of mine.”
Astarion sat up, leaning back on an arm, as he twisted behind him to grab the aforementioned tin in its proper place. He often came in before she had awoken, sifting through various organized labels to bring her a steaming fresh cup when he woke her each morning. “I suppose this one is labeled something akin to ‘reproductive hell?’” He looked up through lifted brows, smiling when she started to giggle.
“That’s funny, maybe I should change the name to that.” Hellethil slowly sat up, grimacing at the continued pounding in her skull. She brought her hands to her face, pressing her palms into her eyes. “But, uh no. I think I labeled it ‘Strawberry Week?’ Sorry, my brain is currently writhing in pain to remember correctly.”
“It’s alright, I think I remember seeing it further back–ah here we are.” He plucked the small paper envelope between his fingers. “Alright, I’ll return shortly. You stay cuddled up in here. I'm assuming you also want honey in this one too?” He gently pressed her back against her pillows, bringing the covers up her body, securely tucking them around her, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Yes please, I’m sorry you have to do this.”
He stood, slowly stepping through the opening of her tent, “Don’t be, I offered. Now, a sweet tea for my sweetie.” He winked, letting the fabric fall behind him, listening to her soft laughter as he made his way towards the others around the campfire.
~~~
By mid afternoon, the two had ventured out on another one of their little nature walks. Easy and comfortable conversation flowed between them, as Astarion helped her forage for the many things that had caught her eye traveling to and from the creche over the last day. She was leaning against a boulder, he insisted she take it easy and to let him do the gathering, watching him dexterously remove a cluster or orange mushrooms from the trunk of an oak tree.
“Thank you again for this morning, Star. Aside from some cramps, I feel relatively normal.”
“It was the least I could do darling. You’re always taking care of my needs.” He gently placed the mushrooms in their basket, standing to rejoin her side against the boulder she sat on.”Is it like this every month for you?” He watched as she rummaged around in the small brown bag she had brought with her, pulling out a small piece of bread and a slice of hardened cheese.
“One, I don’t mind helping you. And two, not normally. It varies, which is probably more annoying than being late. Which that can be worrisome too, even if I’m not…you know…” she blushed.
“Fucking anyone?” Astarion smirked.
She nodded, not wanting to speak with her mouth full, but also too embarrassed to make any sort of remark.
“Well, you’ll have nothing to worry about with me darling.” Astarin leaned towards her, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke softly, “my magic missiles miss everytime.”
Hellethil spat in shock, coughing from the few crumbs that managed to find their way down the wrong pipe in her throat. Her face turned a bright red from her embarrassment that had Astarion laughing. He brought a hand to gently pat her back before rubbing it in wide sweeping motions. “I’m sorry flower, I couldn’t resist.”
“Of course you couldn’t. I think you like making me blush more than my blood sometimes.” She glared at him, grabbing their canteen of water, taking a sip to soothe her throat.
“Both are quite delectable.” He purred, pressing a kiss to her still flushed cheek.
She brushed the crumbs from her lips, reaching to grab the basket from Astarion, looking over everything they had gathered so far. “Well, as punishment for making me almost choke to death, I’m making you help me gather one last thing.”
Astarion took the basket from her, taking her hand and helping her to her feet. “Seeing you blush is worth any punishment you can throw my way, little flower. Lead on.”
“Perfect, I hope you like climbing trees.” Hellethil battled her eyes, smiling, taking his hand and led him deeper into the clearing.
The sun was just beginning to descend the mountain range as they made their way back on the main path. Their basket filled with various ingredients for meals and to replenish their dwindling potion supplies.
Hellethil stood gazing towards the setting sun. "Should we head back?” She brought a hand to absent mindedly rub her lower stomach, another cramp stabbing through her.
Astarion joined her side, watching the sky turn a beautiful pinky orange, the clouds casting a lavender hue. The creche nestled in the mountain range below them caught his eye, a delightful little smile curled over his lips. “Of course, you're probably hungry. And it seems those pesky little cramps of yours are back in full force.”
“What about you? Are you hungry? I’ll be okay heading back on my own, that way you can go hunt.”
“Perish the thought darling. I’ll be fine, let's head on back.”
~~~
It was a fair bit later, the stars now twinkled in the night sky. Astarion returned to a quiet camp, everyone had tucked themselves away behind the warmth of their respective tents while he was out on his little excursion. Now was the perfect moment to conduct this little plan of his. He approached Hellethil’s tent, stopping at the entrance.
“Darling? Are you awake?” He couldn’t see the candle light coming through the fabric of her tent, but he could hear the pages of a book being turned, followed by the scribbling of a pen.
Hellethil pulled back the fabric, illuminated by the soft warm glow of a lantern. “I’m awake, did you want to come in?”
Astarion stepped inside, clasping his hands behind his back, slightly bouncing on the balls of his feet. “Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to go on a little late night adventure with me. If you’re feeling up to it, that is.”
“Oh? Where to?” She placed a page marker in both books, closing them and setting them aside, tilting her head up to look at him.
Astarion looked down at her pleased, “It’s a surprise, but a surprise we’ll both enjoy. I can promise you that.” He held out his hand, pulling her to her feet.
“Hmm, that’s awfully suspicious of you. You did disappear after dinner.” She narrowed her eyes, giving him a playful pout.
“Yes well, I wanted us to be comfortable tonight. To make sure we would both remain safe so we could enjoy this little surprise I’ve set up.” He brought his finger up to boop her on the nose.
“What exactly did you go do?”
“Nothing! I was just making sure that we wouldn’t be ambushed during our surprise. I am a gentleman after all.” He took her hand, opening the heavy flap of her tent, motioning for her to go on ahead.
Hellethil sighed, “Well now I’m super curious as to what a gentleman such as yourself has planned.”
He smiled, taking the hand he held to press a kiss to the back of it, and led her towards the familiar path they had used over the last several days. They walked mostly in silence, save for Astarion occasionally pausing and asking if she was still feeling alright. Eventually he stopped, demanding that she allow him to carry her on his back the rest of the way.
“Wait a moment, Astarion? Are we heading to the creche?” She tightened her arms around his shoulders, angling her head to get a better look at his face.
“Perhaps.” Astarion smirked, his fingers squeezing her calves.
“I knew this path looked too familiar. Why are we heading there?”
“You’ll see.”
Once they arrived at the creche, Astarion took her to an area the party had not previously explored. He opened a wooden door, closing it behind them, leading them into a dimly lit room. She rested her chin on his shoulder as she quickly took in her surroundings. This room had minimal damage, but was still just as overgrown as the rest of the creche.
“Surprise!” He patted her bottom, signaling her to get off his back.
She slid off, standing in the doorway as she continued to take in the room. Broken wooden pews lined either side of the small room. Books, and pages of scattered hymnals littered the ground. Shattered stained glass windows line the side walls, some with branches and vines reclaiming the spaces as their own.
At the end of the room, stone steps led up to a small stone altar, candelabras on either side were lit. Behind the altar, was a giant stained window pane of Lathander himself. His arms outstretched greeting the rising sun behind him, beneath his foot he stood upon the neck of an undead skeletal body.
“Why are we in an altar room?” Hellethil asked, confused. Why would Astarion of all people, bring her to a place like this?
“Well, you mentioned not long ago, your family worshiped this God.” He spun to face her, holding out his arms on either side of him.
“Yes, but I didn’t like or want to…” She was silenced by his finger gently pressing against her lips.
“Let me finish…and while I know, you don't anymore, nor do you care for this God, and seeing as Lathander doesn’t like my kind, I figured we could have a little sacrilegious fun.” He took her hand walking backwards, leading her towards the altar, which she could see now, he had laid out one of the thicker bedrolls on top of it, confusing her further.
She gave him a questioning look, “What does your idea of a little fun involve? Are you going to drink my blood in front of this depiction of the Morning Lord?”
Astarion gave her a toe curling, seductive smile, “In a manner of speaking.” He stopped walking, bringing her hand to his lips, watching her with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“What do you mean in a–” Suddenly it clicked. “Astarion?!” Her eyes went wide, her lips parted in shock.
He smirked, chuckling when she realized what he was asking of her. He sauntered over to stand next to the altar, holding his hand out in invitation. “Humor me darling. You’re in pain. I can help. And forgive me, but all that blood coming from you has me ravenous. What better way to heal from some religious trauma, and find some relief, than to spite a God who hates the undead, by allowing me, an undead, to worship what Lathander probably views as his little-lost-pilgrim.”
A shiver found its way up her spine, tendrils of a past fear slowly began to envelop her mind. “What if he smites us?” Her gaze locked on Lathander as she asked.
Astarion scoffed, “Oh please- he’s not going to smite us. The Gods could care less about us. They never once answered any of my prayers. Now please, allow this lowly undead, to get on his knees and worship you.”
Hellethil slowly walked forward, carefully considering his words. She really did despise this God. Not only did Lathander think of the undead she had come to care for as abominations, but her entire childhood was miserable because of him. She had always questioned Him for as long as she could remember. Countless tantrums and arguments with both her parents and grandparents about having to go to a temple devoted to him, for worship and prayer. Being forced to participate in classes and ceremonies for the promise that her soul would forever be bathed in his everlasting light. She shuddered at the darker memories of priests and clerics who tried to coerce her into things, promising her that it was what Lathander was asking of her, to prove her loyalty to him.
When she was much older, her parents wanted her to become a cleric for Lathander. They told her that the magic that ran in her veins was a gift from him, and she should use it for him. To praise and spread the glory of his name across the lands! She always passionately refused, her magic was hers to command - not some God’s. Eventually, after countless arguments and her refusals, her parents decided that it was her duty as a mature young woman to marry and have babies for the Morning Lord. Sealing her fate in a marriage contract, where they signed her name away.
Until recently, she had spent most of her life terrified that this God would come to smite her should she stray from his path or teachings. It was why she relented in most things until she found herself being pulled from her shallow grave, by her druid master, and the vampire he had fallen in love with. If the last decade had taught her anything, it was that none of her fears were true.
“Well my flower? What do you say?” Astarion took her hand once she had reached him, pressing it against his chest, while he patiently waited for her answer.
Her gaze found itself once again locked on the large stained glass window in the center of the back wall. Lathander large and looming over the small room. Hellethil smirked, a small act of defiance finding its way into her. Her attention returned to Astarion, his patient, curious eyes watching her. “Sure, I think I’m up for a bit of blasphemy.”
“Excellent.” Astarion surprised her, sweeping her off her feet, setting her on the edge of the altar. His hands skimmed down the length of her thighs, spreading them wide enough for him to stand between them. He pressed gentle nips and kisses up the length of her neck, smiling against her heated skin from the whimpers he drew from her. “I’ve been such a wonderfully naughty influence on you haven’t I?” His hand came to cradle the back of her neck as he kissed up the line of her jaw, meeting her lips.
Hellethil giggled, “The naughtiest.”
Astarion took the opportunity of her parted lips, to slip his tongue into her mouth, flicking his tongue against hers. His hand drifted up her thigh, coming to wrap around her waist, pulling her to the edge of the altar. Hellethil’s legs instinctively came to wrap around his waist as she wound her arms around the back of his neck. He rolled his hips against her center, bringing a moan from her throat. Her hands threaded in his curls tightened, and she pulled, causing Astarion to whimper. Hellethil pulled back in surprise, catching the subtle blush in Astarion’s cheeks from the noise he made.
“Oh, do you like that?” The curious look on her face quickly turned mischievous. She tightened her hold once more, this time pulling his head back just enough for her to kiss up his neck, her lips stopping to hover over his bite marks. “Is this ok? May I give attention to these?” She pressed a single soft kiss to them, noting how he sighed, a small shiver of his own giving away that he in fact was enjoying her sudden boldness.
Astarion’s lips parted, a shuddering breath escaping him, as her warm breath tickled his neck. “I’m supposed to be the one teasing you darling.”
Hellethil relinquished the hold she had on him and sat back on her hands. “S-sorry.”
Astarion took her chin between his fingers. "Don't be. I rather like the thought of you teasing me.” He brought her hand down between them, pressing it against his hard length. “See?”
She smirked, “Are you sure it’s that, and not the enticing smell of blood coming from between my legs?”
“Perhaps both, my love.”
Hellethil blinked, minorly shocked at this new nickname.
Astarion noticed his slip of the tongue and quickly distracted any thought running from her mind, with a kiss that had her whimpering and pressing her body into him.
The hand she had resting on his length gripped him, as she began to tease him though the fabric of his pants, drawing a soft growl out of him. His hands made their way to slowly begin unraveling the ties on her pants that held them closed.
Hellethil broke the kiss, resting her forehead against his as she watched his fingers expertly undo her laces. She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her lips.
“What’s so funny, hm?” Astarion stared back at her, amused, if not slightly confused.
She shook her head, biting her lip, trying her best to fight the smile she could feel forming. “You’re going to laugh at me, but, doing this, something that younger me would have been terrified of is kind of…thrilling.”
Astarion chucked, “What? Letting a world endingly handsome vampire dine between these beautiful thighs of yours, in a temple devoted to the sun god?”
Hellethil blushed, shrugging, before shifting into a look of concern. “Not-not that I’m using you for some sort of revenge or anything. I mean, you want to, and you set all this up, and uhm, well sometimes during this time of the month I can feel a bit pent up. But please know that if y–”
Astarion silenced her with a searing kiss, his hands curling into her shirt, trailing it up her body, only momentarily breaking the kiss while it passed over her head. He took her head between his hands, holding her lips to his as he deepened their kiss. Licking into her mouth, silencing her spiraling thoughts. He broke their kiss, allowing her to catch her breath, slowly kissing down her neck, nipping and sucking, decorating her skin in little bruises.
“You don’t need to explain anything, I know your intentions are pure, my innocent little flower. Now…” His gaze darkened, as a smile full of mischief and sin spread over his lips, his fingers looping into the waistband of her pants and small clothes. “Let’s get these damned things off you.”
He dragged both articles of clothing down her legs, pausing only to slip off her shoes. Astarion was speechless, perhaps for once in his undead life, as he took her all in. To him, she may as well have been some divine goddess sat before him. His eyes roamed her body, her breasts seemed fuller than they had been previously, her pink nipples pebbled in the cool night air. His eyes roamed over the freckles spread across her body, leading him to her thighs. Her beautiful, thick, muscular thighs. He longed to kneel between them, and lap at her beautiful, bleeding, weeping sex. Perhaps he would cause her to squeeze his head between those thighs in pleasure, crying out his name.
“Astarion?”
Astarion rapidly blinked away his daze, his brows rising in question.
“Are you alright? You were staring…” Hellethil began to close into herself, bringing her arms up to cover her chest, her fingers began to nervously stroke a section of hair, as she watched for Astarion’s next move.
He took the strand of hair she was currently messing with, looping it around his finger, and gently tugged on it, pulling her face closer to his. “I was simply lost in thought, as I admired the goddess sitting upon this altar.” He admired the blush that spread over her freckled cheeks as he leaned in, their lips brushing. “Forgive me, but you smell…delicious.” He inhaled her scent deeper, his eyes fluttered close, lips parted in a sigh. His lips finally met hers, in what he wanted to start slow and sweet, quickly became heated, hungry, and full of lust.
Hellethil moaned into their kiss, her hands taking on a mind of their own as they roamed down his back, her fingers clutching the soft linen as he bit her bottom lip. She tugged at the fabric, pulling up, untucking the fabric from his pants. She broke the kiss, panting to catch her breath, “can you take this off please?” Her hands pulled more at his shirt, helping him pull it over head.
“Can’t wait to feel my skin on yours darling?” He teased, pressing chaste kisses across the expanse of her chest, his teeth scraping her collar bones, noting the shiver that ran up her spine.
“I just don't want to get blood on it.” She brought her fingers to skim the outside of his ear, gently rubbing the tip between her thumb and forefinger.
Astarion groaned, “How thoughtful, should my pants go next?” He looked at her through lidded eyes and a knowing smirk.
Hellethil felt her stomach clench, and her core throb in want, as her body flushed under his stare. “Well, regarding that, I have an idea…”
“Oh? What is this little idea of yours?” Astarion didn’t show it, but he was caught off guard at this sudden willingness of hers to take somewhat of a lead. He was the one who constantly led their midnight rendezvous, but if this sudden show of bravery didn’t make his cock ache in want.
Hellethil bit her lip, fighting the smile that threatened to grace them with how vulnerable this next question made her feel. “If we’re going to spite a God who hates the undead…can–uhm…” she averted her gaze from his, bringing her shoulders up, turning so she could hide behind the curtain of her auburn hair.
Astarion tucked her hair behind her ear, cupping the side of her face, gently turning her head back to him. “Go on, you’re safe. I want to hear what you’re thinking.” His thumb brushed her cheek as he waited.
“You said you wanted to get on your knees and worship me right?” Her voice wavered with her nerves.
Astarion nodded, waiting for her to continue.
“I was wondering, may I get on my knees for you first? Please?” she whispered, her downward gaze flitted back up to find his, her eyes filled with nothing but sincerity and innocence.
He stared at her wide eyed, she wanted to please him? First? Rarely anyone had asked, and rarely had he obliged anyone in that regard. Better to get his filthy task over and done with. But with her…
“Alright.” He spoke softly, briefly feeling just as much vulnerability as she surely felt.
“Is that a yes?” Hellethil leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth, beginning to feel a bit braver. She wasn't ready for their little act of debauchery, the inner shadows of her mind still lurked. If she was going to allow him to do this, and enjoy herself while he did it, she needed to set the pace a little. “I need a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’. That’s how this works right?” Her hand traced down the soft planes of his stomach, gently brushing the front of his pants. “Would you like to see me on my knees for you, Astarion?” she whispered in his ear, her tongue licking up the length of it.
Astarion hissed, his eyes closing, what could that little mouth of hers do, he wondered. “Yes…”
Hellethil smiled, leaning back to admire the faint flush on his cheeks. “Thank you.”
“Why are you thanking me?” he looked at her confused, but couldn't help the way his lips twitched upward.
She placed her hands on his chest, gently pushing him back, as she hopped off the altar. “For allowing me to do this.” She stood on her toes, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, for luck she thought to herself. “I might need a little guidance…it’s been a while.”
Astarion watched as she settled herself on her knees before him, now keenly aware just how painfully hard he was. He watched as her fingers expertly untied the clasps of his pants, and slowly dragged them down his legs.
Hellethil eyed his straining length in the cool blue and silver of his small clothes. A small wet spot had formed where the head of his cock was, she looked up at him as she softly pressed a kiss over it, and gave it a gentle suck, before kissing down the length of him.
“Fuck…Helle…” Astarion groaned, his knees buckling slightly.
Hellethil smirked as she kissed back up his clothed length, this time pressing her tongue against him.
Astarion’s hand found the back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair, pulling her back. “Stop teasing…” the last word came out as a soft growl.
A wicked little grin broke out on her face, “but I thought you liked the thought of me teasing you?” Hellethil cooed, her hands skating up his pale thighs, her fingers grabbing his waist band and quickly pulling his small clothes down them.
A breath caught in her throat, she had seen him naked before, but never this close. “Beautiful,” she whispered. Beads of precum leaked from the light pink of the tip, dripping down his thick pale shaft. Her hand rested on his hip, not yet touching him. She swallowed, taking a deep breath and exhaled, “May I touch you now?” She looked up to him through her thick lashes, awaiting his permission.
Astarion felt himself twitch, he was so painfully hard, sensitive, as the warm breath of her brushed against him. Something about her kneeling before him, asking for his permission, all while looking doe eyed and innocent on her knees drove him wild. “Yes, please flower.”
She wrapped her hand around him, twisting her hand up his length, her thumb swiping his weeping slit, gathering precum on her digit as she brought her hand down the length of him. Hellethil took her tongue, and without breaking eye contact with him, slowly licked up the underside of his shaft, stopping at the tip, her tongue pressed against the underside of his head, flicking the frenulum, and then proceeded to slowly take the length of him into her mouth.
A groan left the depths of his chest, his hand tightening his hold in her hair, pulling it away from her face. Her mouth felt like heaven, it was so warm, so wet, and the way she was using her tongue, had his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He willed his eyes to keep watching his length disappear in that mouth of hers, again and again. He watched as she closed her eyes and moaned around him, sending shocks of pleasure up his spine, causing his hips to thrust deeper into her throat on their own accord.
Her hand gripped his hip, applying pressure signaling him to stop for a moment. He looked down at her with wide eyes, worried he hurt her, “shit, are you alright?” He panted, cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing a tear that had escaped her eye.
Hellethil remained still for a moment, before releasing him from her mouth. A mixture of her drool and him, dripped down her chin. “I’m alright, you just surprised me. But you can keep doing that,” she smirked with a heated gaze, “I liked it,” and then proceeded to take him again.
She watched as he closed his eyes, his brow furrowed in pleasure, his jaw dropped a breathy moan of her name fell from his lips. His fingers in her hair tightened, his hips slowly thrusting in time with her mouth. She had pleasured a man before, but it was nowhere near as arousing as this. Before it was a chore, but this? She would gladly fall to her knees anytime if it was for Astarion. Hellethil moaned around him, and brought a hand to wrap around his length, her lips and tongue focusing on the tip, as her hand worked the length of him.
She rubbed her thighs together, seeking some form of friction, some form of minor relief from the ache she was beginning to feel between them. Carefully, without breaking her rhythm, she parted her thighs, her free hand coming to rub her clit, bringing another moan from her, causing Astarion’s hips to thrust a little more harshly, another moan of her name to fall from him. She brought her hand between her legs, her fingers swiping up her dripping center, before slowly pressing a finger into her, trying to thrust it in and out of her with the movement of her mouth and Astarion’s hips. Her grip around him tightened as she felt her pleasure grow, her mouth sucking more greedily at his flushed tip.
“Hellethil, Hellethil, look at me, please…” Astarion’s voice was raspy, he was fighting the urge to come in that darling little mouth of hers, but he could smell the scent of her blood and arousal grow stronger. He found her playing with herself, and the cord inside him drew closer to snapping.
Her eyes found his, his pupils wide, a light sheen of sweat on his brow glistened in the dim candle light. The ministrations of her fingers inside her stopped, and she shakily removed them, holding them up to him in offer. Dark red blood coated them, and she watched as Astarion took her wrist softly in his hand, and lowered his head, taking those dripping fingers into his mouth. The rolls of his hips stuttered to a stop, she took the opportunity to pay special attention to his tip, while he sucked on her fingers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
He released her fingers from his mouth with a pop, “Enough, get on that damned altar, now.” He growled, hungry for more of her, pulling her hair to get her salacious mouth off him as gently as he could.
Hellethil panted, “But don’t you want to–”
Astarion let go of her hair, his hand coming down to her elbow pulling her to her feet, “you’re a little tease, offering me your bloodied fingers from where I very much find myself needing to be right now. Please–” he cupped her face, pressing a searing kiss that even had his legs shaking. He wrapped an arm around her waist lifting her with ease, setting her back down on the edge of the altar. “--dont make me beg.”
“What would you say…if you did?” Her fingers traced down the length of his jaw, taking his chin between shaky fingers.
He rested his head on her shoulder, staring at the dark curls between her thighs. “Please, please, Hellethil. You smell and taste far too delicious. You’re making it so hard to control myself right now.” He turned his head, kissing up her neck, stopping to tug on her ear lobe with his teeth, giving it a gentle suck, “I am so very, hungry for you right now.”
His hands came to rest on her thighs, his thumbs at her apex, as he pressed down, gently pulling at her skin, wanting, needing, to pry her open and taste her again. The small sample of her blood mixed with the slick of her arousal was unlike anything he had ever tasted. One small taste had him craving more, his begging was not just for show.
“Astarion?” Hellethil whispered, her hand skated up the back of his neck, her fingers gently scratching his scalp. “I’m sorry…”
He stood so he could see her, “Why?” He didn’t miss her eyes beginning to well with tears.
“I didn’t mean to make you beg…I was just curious…I-I feel horrible.”
He felt his face soften, he cupped her jaw, and leaned in for a kiss. The gentle, sweet kiss he had meant for earlier. “You are the sweetest flower, I have ever come across.” His nose skimmed the side of her face, as he brought his lips to her ear. “I assure you, I’m fine, but please…don’t make me beg again,” he whispered. “Please, let me taste you.”
Hellethil whimpered as he began kissing down her neck, his teeth scraping her soft skin, briefly paying homage to the scars he had left on the side of her neck, as he made his way down her chest, stopping at her breasts.
“If I remember correctly, a certain someone liked having her breasts played with this morning.” Astarion kept his eyes on hers, as he took her nipple into his mouth, flicking it in his tongue, before wrapping his lips around the little bud and sucked.
A high pitched whine left her, her back arching, pressing herself further into him. She felt herself grow wetter, her clit throbbing in neglect, as he pulled at her hardened nipple with his teeth. “Ahh-Astari-on…”
He released her nipple with a soft pop, “yes?” he purred, his hand skimmed up her waist, coming to play with the opposite breast.
Hellethil tilted her head back, her jaw dropped in a soundless moan, as he tugged at her nipple between his two fingers. “I-I thought you wanted to taste me. Wh-why are you stalling?”
Astarion tutted, flicking her nipple, and pinched it. “Fine.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, gently pressing her to lay down, his hands traced up her thighs as he stood in front of her. “I am going to devour you, until you are utterly delirious with pleasure.”
With that, he spread her thighs open, taking a deep breath through his nose, groaning in pleasure as the scent of her blood and arousal grew stronger. He knelt in front of her, placing one of her thighs over his shoulder, turning his head, and kissed down her opposite thigh, stopping to suck a delightful little bruise over the pulse point.
Hellethil felt the cool night air against her folds, she could feel herself dripping before him. A soft growl left his lips when his focus locked on her most intimate part. A shiver ran down her spine at the sound, and she found herself pressing her heel against his back, pushing him to where she wanted him most.
“Please,” she whispered, her hand went to her folds, her middle two fingers parting them, and swiped up her entrance, hoping to entice him to begin what he had promised.
Astarion softly laughed, taking her hand away from her folds, licking her fingers clean. “Patience darling. Think of this as–punishment, for being such a little tease.”
A frustrated growl of her own left her throat, as she bucked her hips, a silent plea begging him to be where she wanted, no needed, him to be. She wanted him to devour her, to come on his tongue, his fingers, she wanted him to feast on her.
Finally, he pressed a soft kiss to her clit, drawing a shuddering breath from her. His tongue softly traced her outer lips, drawing more pleas from her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry for teasing you. Just please, Astarion, please, stop teasing me.” Her back arched, her hands clutching the soft fur of the bedroll beneath her.
Astarion smirked, satisfied with how desperate he had made her. He decided that she had enough teasing and slowly, with the tip of his tongue, licked her from entrance to clit, drawing a groan from the both of them. He repeated the motion, this time flattening his tongue against her, taking the blood that had coated her. His eyes rolled to the back of his head before fluttering closed. For a moment, there was only the two of them. Everything else had frozen in time, had ceased to exist outside these stone walls. There was no otherworldly threat looming over them, it was just a man down on his knees in an act of worship to the beautiful woman before him.
He found himself taking his hard length in his hand, slowly pumping himself in time as he continued to lick her, his tongue swirling her pulsing clit, as he wrapped his lips around it and sucked.
Hellethil’s cries echoed off the stone walls in a chorus of pleasure, spurring him on, his free hand not currently occupied, pressing the thigh not currently draped over him, outwards, opening her sex up further for him. “Fuck, Astarion…Gods…” She felt his tongue press into her entrance, his hot breath fanning her drenched folds. Her hand came to the crown of his head, her fingers threading through his curls, tightening. The gentle pull of his hair had him groaning against her, his lips returning to her clit, he moaned again, the sounds vibrating against her clit, eliciting sinful whines from her.
Astarion opened his eyes to take her in, her head tilted upwards, her mouth open as she panted in his worship, her back arched so deeply, it was off the altar. He removed his mouth from her, licking her from his lips, as he removed the hand from his length, to tease her entrance with his fingers.
The smell of her, the taste of her, was unlike anything he had ever experienced. She was a rare vintage, the ambrosia of the gods, he needed the momentary respite to calm the bloodlust that threatened to overtake him. She was the sweetest thing, his sweetest thing. He slowly pressed a finger into her, her walls squeezing the digit.
“Oh Gods, Gods please,” Hellethil cried, as she tried to ground herself against his hand.
Astarion withdrew his finger, flicking her swollen clit. “Bad girl, don’t cry out to the Gods. Cry out to me. I want to hear you praising my name. It should be the only name falling from those sinful little lips of yours. Is that understood?”
“Yes, yes, Astarion. Please, please, Astarion.” She sat up frantically nodding, as she looked down where he knelt. His lips and chin were covered in her, his pupils were blown, barely a sliver of his blood ruby red eyes remained.
Astarion grinned, bringing both hands to grab her thighs, holding her open to him. “Now, who is it we worship, little flower?” He slowly licked her from entrance to clit once again, staring her down. A predator locking eyes with his most willing prey.
“You, you Astarion.” Hellethil whimpered, her head falling back, her hips trying to roll themselves against his tongue.
Astarion brought his fingers to her entrance, slowly pressing two of them inside her. “Good girl,” he praised, as he brought his mouth to her clit. Gentle licks and teases soon turned to his lips sucking fervently against her bud. He felt her blood drip and pool in his palm. He removed his mouth and hand, licking the blood from his hand, bringing his fingers to his mouth, cleaning her blood from them. “My, my, Hellethil, you taste like you love to see me on my knees.”
“You’re so good Astarion, please, please don’t stop.” Her legs over his shoulders tightened, her heels pressed against his back, trying to press him back into her. Astarion thankfully obliged, his tongue licking up the fresh blood dripping from her entrance, his fingers teasing her clit.
“I want to hear more cries of my name from those pretty lips of yours,” his tongue pressed back into her, bringing a high pitched, near scream of a whine from her.
His name tumbled from her lips, each one more desperate than the last. Astarion watched as she brought a hand to palm her breast, her fingers pinching and pulling at her hardened nipple.
Astarion groaned in approval, sucking at her entrance in loud, obscene, sucks, before pressing his tongue back into her, her inner walls beginning to clench. He brought his thumb to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles.
“I’m close, please, I’m so close…please don’t stop Astarion…Star please.” Her hips rolled against his tongue, the coil in her close to snapping. Her legs began to shake, and she wanted nothing more than to clamp them around his head, keeping him where she desired him most.
He removed his tongue from her, his thumb never stopping its motions. “Ask nicely to cum darling.” His free hand returned back to his cock, quickly stroking himself, trying to catch up to her into the free fall of ecstasy.
“Please? Please can I cum Astarion?’ Hellethil peered between her legs, met with hungry eyes and a mischievous smile.
“No.” He removed his thumb from her clit, and instead placed slow teasing circles around it with his tongue.
“What?!” Hellethil cried out.
“You heard me darling, I said no. I don’t think you deserve to yet.” He stopped stroking himself as he stood, using that hand to tease her quivering entrance. He wiped her from his lips and chin, making a show of licking her blood and slick from it. “Beg.”
Hellethil stared at him wide-eyed, her lips parted in shock. She whined at the loss of his tongue, feeling herself still on the edge of her impending orgasm. He wanted her to beg? Before she could place any more thought into his demand, she felt him slowly begging to pump his fingers in and out of her. She cursed, “Ah-Astarion, please…Astarion please let me cum.
He shook his head, “Tsk you can do better than that. Beg.” He deftly crooked his fingers upward, a string of his name in broken whimpers falling from her. He slowed his pace of his fingers, feeling her too close to the edge again.
Her head fell back to rest upon the stone altar that sat before Lathander. A sob wracked her body, she was so desperate to cum. “Astarion, Astarion please, please, please, I’m begging, Astarion please!” She felt tears begin to fall from her eyes.
A satisfied smirk found itself on Astarion’s face, “please what? Darling.” His hand skated up her delicate waist, coming to cup her breast, thumb brushing over her hardened nipples, before groping the plump muscle, earning more sobs of his name from her lips.
“Please, please, Astarion, please…let me cum.” Her voice was barely a whisper. She felt the hand on her breast quickly skim down her body, to grip her thigh. Her eyes fluttered open, finding him once more between her legs.
He pressed a soft kiss on her clit. “Good girl, you can let go now.” His lips latched around her clit, and the speed of the come-hither motions of his fingers increased, rubbing the spongy spot inside her.
Hellethil felt herself fall into earth shattering bliss, she couldn’t help the screams of pleasure that left her. She was made a writhing, babbling mess, as he sucked and finger fucked her through her orgasm, the speed of his fingers, and the pressure of his sucking unrelenting.
When her body began to flinch in overstimulation did he stop, only for him to crawl on top of the altar over her, dragging her limp, trembling body further up, hooking his legs into the crook of his arms, folding her in half. In a single thrust, he pressed his throbbing cock inside of her.
“I’m not done with you yet, I’m going to fill you to the brim with my seed. I want you full, and dripping of me.” Astarion growled, his hips snapping into her in quick succession. The sound of skin slapping against skin, her cries, and his grunts of pleasure echoed off the walls, in a beautiful, sinful, cacophony.
He pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes clenching shut as his own fall from bliss drew closer. “You can give me one more can’t you flower? Can you cum one more time for me?”
Her hands clutched his back, nails digging into his skin, gasping repeated yeses and his name. She could feel herself on the precipice once more of pleasure. Hellethil opened her eyes to find him staring back at her. He looked as blissed out as she felt, his face flushed, beads of sweat dripping from his starlit curls, his scarlet eyes glossy.
Hellethil tilted her chin up and met him for a kiss, the tang of her blood on his lips, almost sweet amongst the salt and iron, catapulted her into her second orgasm.
Astarion broke the kiss, a strangled moan leaving him as he came, his thrusts not relenting until he felt her clench around him, his name falling from her lips. He stilled, relishing in how her inner walls continued to pulse around him.
Hellethil brushed a hand through his sweaty curls. “You’re so good Astarion, so good to me, you feel so good.” Hellethil panted, her voice raspy from her screams. Her other hand began to softly stroke down his spine. His skin felt so warm against hers for once.
His lips met hers once more, slow and gentle as they came down from their highs. He unhooked her legs from his arms, letting them splay out on either side of him. He could feel her trembling beneath him.
“Are you alright darling?” Astarion asked, bringing a hand to her sweaty face, his thumb brushing away some of the tears that were still falling from her eyes. “I wasn’t too rough with you was I? Did I hurt you?” He searched her face for any signs of pain.
Hellethil shook her head, her eyes lidded, “I’m, I’m ok. Just unable to think,” she giggled, earning a soft smile from him. “Are you ok? I didn’t taste bad did I?” She closed her eyes, nuzzling her face against his, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
“Darling, you were utterly delicious. I was worried I was going to lose control of myself, and truly devour you.”
She hummed, pleased with his response, “good.” She paused, smirking. “Astarion? Do you think Lathander enjoyed the show?” Hellethil lolled her head in the direction of the stained glass window giggling.
Astarion chuckled as he sat up, slowly removing himself from her, biting his bottom lip at how much he liked seeing the mess between her legs. His seed dripping from her bloodied sex had him half hard again. Before he could stop himself, he brought his fingers to her, pressing his seed back inside her, and then brought those fingers to the tip of his tongue, wanting to taste the combination of them. He groaned in pleasure, their combined flavours complementing the other.
He stepped off the altar, dragging her body back down to the edge, kneeling one more time before her, and began to lick her again, cleaning her of her blood and his cum. He closed his eyes, enjoying their tastes, slowly working her to another orgasm.
Hellethil squeezed his head at this final spark of pleasure, her hand soon coming to find his curls tugging at them, her body shaking in overstimulation. “Astarion, please, no more…I-I can’t.” Her legs fell open, she pressed against his shoulder with her foot.
Astarion stood, his hands traced up her body to pull her up into a sitting position, and held her against him. He held her trembling body, his hand rubbed the length of her spine in soothing strokes. He stood there, whispering soft praises into her ear, pressing soft kisses against her skin, until he felt her begin to relax.
“Astarion?” Hellethil mumbled against his skin, “I’m cold.”
“Let’s clean up then shall we?” He lifted her off the altar, and helped her stand. A huff of laughter left him as she fell into him, her legs still far too shaky on her own.
~~~
Cleaned and dressed, they made their way back to camp, her on his back. Morning was still a few hours off, allowing her to get some sleep after their night together. He, on the other hand, was almost buzzing with energy.
Her grip around him tightened, her face nuzzled the space between his soldiers, before coming to rest her cheek against his neck, yawning.
“You can fall asleep if you want flower, we still have a little bit of a walk.” He hoisted her higher up his back, his thumbs brushing her calves.
“I’m ok…I want to stay awake.” She mumbled, quickly losing the fight to keep her eyes open. The feeling of her body against his, and the gentle rocking motion of their walk was beginning to lull her to sleep. She allowed her eyes to close, but began humming a nonsensical tune to try and stay conscious.
Astarion smiled to himself as he listened to her hum. To his surprise, she almost stayed awake the entire way back. But soon her humming had slowed to a stop, as her heart rate and breathing evened out, alerting him that she had indeed fallen asleep.
Quietly, he stepped into her tent, carefully laying her into the comfort of her own bedroll, removing her shoes, and tucked her beneath her cozy pile of blankets. He brushed the hair from her face, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, whispering a soft good night.
Before he could step out of her tent, he felt a tug at the hem of his pants, and heard her groan. “Stay…please?” He turned, her eyes slowly blinking, but too heavy to remain open.
He sighed, easily surrendering to such a sweet plea. “Alright, scooch a little will you?”
She obliged him, and once he joined her beneath the warmth of her blankets, she quickly wiggled her way into his arms, pressing herself against him, with a satisfied sigh. “Mmm, warm.”
“I’m only warm because I’m full of you.” Astarion whispered, his fingers massaging her scalp, pulling a soft moan from her lips.
“ ‘M full of you,” she mumbled.
Astarion softly laughed, “Shhh, go back to sleep.”
Hellethil didn’t respond, a soft snore left her lips not much later, content to fall into a deep sleep in his arms.
This time, his mind didn’t spiral into confusing thoughts as she slept in his arms. Astarion found himself rather enjoying himself. His fingers drew random patterns against her back as he listened to her breathe. Her steady heart began to lull him towards a trance, his eyelids slowly growing heavy. His last thoughts of consciousness were how happy he had felt these last several weeks with her by his side, how much he had enjoyed himself tonight. The sex he shared with her was surely the best he ever had. He found himself pleased, and relaxed, instead of feeling like his skin was crawling with disgust.
He pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, pulled her closer to him, and for the first time, contentedly drifted off with her in his arms.
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