He clawed at his shirt, peeling it off his skin. “How are we going to eat if I can’t even find a single rabbit? Or fox? Or anything here?” He wiped his face off with his shirt and discarded it beside the fire. He tipped back, resting against his heels.
At some point this will be a cohesive story but for now I'm just doodlin' and throwing words onto the screen.
We had been travelling the Shaar wasteland for days. The sun was uncomfortably hot during the day and bone chillingly cold at night. We did our best to make short work of this leg of the journey but my provisions were starting to dwindle. Astarion tried to hunt for the both of us, but there weren’t many animals to be had in the area.
Days quickly morphed to a tenday. We had just settled into a camping spot for sunrise and had a small fire crackling in front of us. The air was already starting to warm up.
“I’m going to go see if I can find any animals to hunt, I won’t be long,” Astarion said, pitching off his armour so he could move silently through the grasses.
I just nodded at him and went searching through my packs to see if I had missed any food I could scrounge up.
30 minutes had passed and Astarion still wasn’t back. It was getting dangerously close to the sun peeking over the horizon. I stood up and started pacing, considering going to look for Astarion.
I heard the barest of footsteps approaching from behind our tent. It was Astarion, empty handed. He stumbled up to me, sinking to his knees beside the fire.
“I couldn’t find ANYTHING, Quyn,” he whispered. I had never seen him sweat like he was now. He must have been running full speed the entire time he was out. He clawed at his shirt, peeling it off his skin. “How are we going to eat if I can’t even find a single rabbit? Or fox? Or anything here?” He wiped his face off with his shirt and discarded it beside the fire. He tipped back, resting against his heels.
I stood in front of him, waiting for him to look up. He didn’t. “Astarion, you can still eat to keep up your strength,” I said quietly.
He reached out to my barely healed thigh, where he had fed just a day before. “You aren’t healing like you usually do. A few more days like we’ve had and I’ll drain you dry.”
“You won’t,” I said simply.
He groaned and leaned his forehead against my thigh, “I’m so hungry, Quyn.”
“I know.”
“Maybe… just a little. That would be enough.”
I stroked my hand down his curls and held him against my leg. HIs hands came up to caress the back of my leg, a touch hesitant.
“You can,” I breathed to him.
His fangs sunk in, causing me to gasp a little at the pain from the bruising that was still there from the other day.
I could feel Astarion desperately gulping down blood, and when I glanced down I saw some trickling out of the side of his mouth. He was usually more careful than that. He must have felt worse than he was letting on.
I watched my blood slowly drip onto his chest, mesmerized. I could watch him feed all day. I sighed contentedly and felt my knees almost buckle. Astarion pulled away from my thigh, gasping. I looked up at the horizon for a second, noticing the first rays slowly seeping over the mountain to the east.
I looked back down at Astarion, his eyes still on the ground, avoiding my gaze. I tipped his chin up with two fingers.
He slowly looked up at me, his red eyes darker than usual. “You know I would do anything for you, right?” his hands were dangling uselessly in his lap. He didn’t look ready to move, even with the sun quickly rising behind him.
“I know,” I said back simply. “We can try again tomorrow.” I reached my hand out to him, and when he took it, I led him to our tent.
I pulled my hand up with the ring on it and looked deeply into his eyes. “Is this going to replace the other physical marks that prove I’m yours?”
He pressed his cold nose and lips against my throat and growled “Not a chance.” He bit down hard enough to draw blood, but didn’t start drinking. “I’m going to continue making sure there’s no question, no matter the angle.”
I like to think that sometimes Astarion is just a feral weirdo.
2k of unedited drabble under the cut. 18+ only this is not ok for kids.
We stopped in Berdusk after leaving Beregost without looking back. It took some time to get there, travelling at night and I don’t think we said much to each other while we travelled. I had pulled myself into my own mind and could feel myself brooding about everything that happened in the three days we were in my old hometown.
One day while we were camping, waiting for the sun to go down, Astarion looked up from the book he had buried himself in. I could feel him watching me. He took a breath like he was going to speak, then paused.
I scowled at him, “What?” I ground out.
“Nothing, darling,” he said, shaking his head and going back to his book.
I sighed and laid down to try to get at least a little sleep.
We made it to a little tavern in Berdusk a few hours after full dark. The harried looking bartender shoved a key into my hand and barked the door number at me before moving around me to shout at the (drunk?) halfling that was climbing across one of the card tables.
Astarion turned to the card tables, with a wicked glint in his eye. “Darling?” he said to me, hopefully, looking back.
I took a handful of coin out of my pouch and rolled my eyes, “Give me your bag, I’ll go upstairs with it.”
He pressed a quick kiss to my forehead, handed his pack over and sauntered over to the tables.
The room was comfortable, it had a fireplace, a small table with two chairs, a plush looking couch and a bed that was going to be big enough for the both of us.
I placed our things gently on the table and started unbuckling my armour. I stripped off my travel worn clothes, and left just an over-large shirt and underwear on. I spied a canteen of water and small basin in the corner. I took some time to wipe my face and hands, brush out my hair, and decided I should also take time to clean some of the travel dust out of my armour.
I cleaned methodically, falling into a nice rhythm, completely losing track of time.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when the door banged open and Astarion strode in with purpose.
I placed the piece of armour I had in my hand on the floor beside me as Astarion approached, leaning over me. He sat himself down, straddled over my hips and pulled my face in for a kiss. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, wrapping my right hand around his shoulders. I had been so in my own head since Beregost. With everything that had happened, between Tuille, Tomal, and my mother, I feel like I’d been neglecting Astarion’s needs.
I pulled back from him to apologize, but he seemed to know that’s what I was going to do. He immediately hushed me. He grabbed my left hand and pulled it up to his lips. “I know you think you need to worry about me, but this is about you.” He kissed my knuckles softly and turned my hand over. He kissed down my palm, onto the inside of my wrist. He pulled away slowly and tapped at my wrist, “this is for later. I want to show you what I won.” he said, smiling slyly.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out something in his closed fist. I looked up at his face quizzically. He smirked at me, grabbing my left hand again. He flipped it so it was palm down in his hand. I looked back down at my hand and there was a beautiful gold ring with a rough cut pink gem set in the middle of it.
I looked back up at him and opened my mouth. No words came out.
“Do you like it?” he asked, with an edge to his voice I hadn’t heard for months.
I nodded. It was perfect for me. There was no way he won it tonight, but I didn’t want to say that to him.
I still wasn’t ready to express myself with words, but I leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on his lips. I pulled away and dug into the hidden pocket I had crudely sewn to the inside of my shirt.
I pulled out the plain gold band I had been carrying around with me since we left my mother’s house.
“I wasn’t sure when I should give this to you,” I said, rolling the ring around in my hand. “It was my father’s. I didn’t think my mother really deserved to keep it. Will you accept it now?” my eyes flicked to his for half a breath. It wasn’t really Astarion’s style, but it meant a lot to me to have this ring back.
He wrapped both his hands around mine. “Carquyn, I would love to wear this ring for you.”
I placed it on his finger, kissing his hand once I did.
“Now,” he started, leaning back a little, “I am positively starving, my love. Would you mind?” He pulled my wrist back up to his teeth and kissed over my pulse point there.
“Of course,” I answered. The piercing, split second pain came as soon as the words were out of my mouth. I could feel him swallowing methodically, slowly, like he was savouring every drop. I sighed contentedly. I watched as his hips started grinding slowly into me, small moans starting to slip out of his lips as he drank leisurely.
I used my free hand to start unbuckling his armour and undoing his various laces.
He pulled off my wrist before I even started feeling the tell tale tingling of needing to stop.
He licked his lips and leaned in close to my ear. “I’m not done with you yet,” he practically purred in my ear.
He slid off my lap to stand in front of me. He finished doffing his armour and dumped it onto the floor beside the couch. He also stripped off his plain shirt and breeches. He reached down and gestured for me to stand up with him.
I pulled the shirt I had on over my head, dumped it on the floor with his clothing and pressed myself against his chest.
I pulled my hand up with the ring on it and looked deeply into his eyes. “Is this going to replace the other physical marks that prove I’m yours?”
He pressed his cold nose and lips against my throat and growled “Not a chance.” He bit down hard enough to draw blood, but didn’t start drinking. “I’m going to continue making sure there’s no question, no matter the angle.” He palmed my chest and bit into it with a bit of force. He pulled away and watched the blood trickle down toward my ribs.
He licked his lips and pulled me back against him and kissed me. He tasted of my blood and the familiar sweetness he seemed to always carry with him. I melted into his arms, letting myself truly relax for the first time since before Beregost, it felt like.
Astarion pulled away for a second. “I need more,” he said breathily.
I moved my hair off my neck and tilted my head slightly. He bit down hungrily and started taking generous pulls of blood, somewhat sloppily. I felt some blood trickle out the sides of his mouth and drip onto my skin. He was too busy grinding his hips against me to notice.
“Astarion,” I breathed. He let go and looked at me, with a frenzied look in his eyes.
“I’m going to ravish you, darling.” he smirked, his blood-streaked chin really selling his words.
He flipped me around so I was facing away from him. He bit down hard on my shoulder in more of a possessive manner than he would if he was drinking from that spot. He snaked his hands around my waist and dipped his into the underwear that was separating his skin from mine. He held me still with hands and fangs while he ground himself against me.
My heart was hammering and my breath was catching with every move he made. It had been long enough I felt like a spring that was coiled and ready to explode.
He unlatched his fangs from me long enough to push my underwear down for me to step out of. His followed suit.
“Kneel.” he growled, pushing me to my knees. He kneeled down behind me, pressing himself close to my back. He gathered my hair off the back of my neck into his hand, and bit down on the nape and side of my neck in quick succession, leaving marks and drops of blood that I really hoped he would clean up later. Every single bite had an underlying feeling of possession and need that was making itself evident as he continued to rut his hips against me. He was hard and leaking, obviously ready to press himself into me.
I glanced at him over my shoulder, his eyes strained into slits as he licked a few drops of blood from my back. “Astarion,” I whispered again, “can you please stop toying with me and fuck me?”
He let out a feral sounding growl, pushed my upper body down, holding my hair and wrists in his right hand and let his left roam over my body. He pressed his hard dick into me, meeting no resistance. He started rocking against me slowly, pushing my shoulders and head down even further into the rug. He picked up his pace and bit down on my shoulder again, rutting into me in time with the swallows of blood he was taking.
I could feel myself coming unravelled at this side of Astarion. He hadn’t felt this out of control for a very long time.
He let go of his fanged hold on my shoulder and bit a few more times across my back. My whole mind went blank at the feeling of his fangs piercing my skin. I could feel the blood dripping off his mouth and chin onto my back and shoulders. There were even a few stray drops that landed on my face. I could taste some blood at the corner of my mouth.
He straightened up behind me, pulling me with him, my wrists and hair still firmly in his grip. He held them tight under my chin so my back was flush against his chest.
His free hand gripped my hip as he continued to rock himself into me. The new angle had me gasping, already unravelling against Astarion’s chest.
The hand that was on my hip moved to my abdomen, pressing me impossibly further into his almost frantic, feral movements.
I gasped and let out a keening moan. The noise seemed to spur him on, he groaned into my ear and let out a breathy “Yes yes, like that, Quyn, give me more.” The hand on my abdomen moved lower and he started gently rubbing the pads of his fingers over my clit. I let out another breathy sigh, ready to let him take me to the end. I pressed the back of my head against his shoulder and whispered his name almost silently. I knew he would hear the desperation in my voice.
He let out a low moan, letting his hips snap hard into me. He grabbed my chin and pressed his lips into my ear. “Come,” he growled, putting the perfect amount of pressure on my clit and throat, hitting all the right spots inside and out. I felt the coil in my abdomen spring free and let my eyes roll back in my head, allowing all the pleasure wash over my body until there was nothing left to feel except the man behind me.
I had barely come back to my senses before I was being pushed back down on the rug. Astarion sunk his fangs into me one more time, holding me still under him as he chased his own release into me. He groaned while he sloppily moved his hips, sliding in and out of me. The groan morphed into a whimper and I felt apologetic kisses on my back and small aftershock movements of his hips as he came back down from wherever he went.
He kissed my back and shoulders and few more times before letting go of my arms and hair to pull out.
I hated the loss of the feeling of his body against mine but definitely needed to sit up. I turned to face him, finally seeing the mess he made of himself.
He smiled sheepishly. “I think I got a little carried away.”
I just reached over and smudged some blood across his lips. I’m sure I didn’t look much better.
