Art for my friend @sodapopseagull's bloodweave fic Feel the Breeze and Deeply Breathe. If you like Certified Creature Astarion and Wet (literally) Sad Gale, then look no farther. This painting is a scene from the first chapter, which I read and couldn't get out of my head, so... here we are.
Painted using Golden fluid acrylics on gessoed board (scanned, original 8x10)
“I Have Standards”: A Choose Your Own Adventure Smut Fic
Description: NSFW. Astarion rejects you after defeating the Goblin Camp, so you seek out a certain wizard to make him realize what he's missing out on...
Pairings: Astarion x F!Tav, Gale x F!Tav, Astarion x Gale x F!Tav
(Choice: Let Astarion wreck you after hunting you as his prey)
(Go Back!)
After Astarion’s proposition of claiming you, you want him so badly you can barely see straight. You need to know he means what he says, that he’s willing to show you by taking what’s his. His hand has left your neck in anticipation of your answer, and with great reluctance, you take your hand off of him.
“I don’t believe you…yet. You’ve turned me down once, you’ll have to chase me if you want me,” you challenge him, looking him dead in his gorgeous, ruby eyes.
“Is that so? You want me to hunt you, to hold you down and prove it to you?” He clarifies, tilting his head in curiosity.
“If you can catch me, I’ll be yours- only yours. For long as you’ll have me, even if it’s only tonight,” you promise him, reaching up to brush your fingers against the flushed crest of his ears. You trace a fingertip up and around the pointy ends, admiring how beautiful he is as he bites his lip, your center aching as he moans softly for you.
Astarion licks his lips, staring at your wet heat as if he can see right through your clothes. “Very well. I’ll allow you a moment before I give pursuit. Starting…now.”
You turn on the balls of your feet and launch yourself out of your tent, clearing the canvas threshold, making a beeline for the path that leads into the forest.
The only word you can think of that describes how you feel is exhilarating. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but you’ve never felt so free. Dashing through the woods at night is something your elders told you never to do, and you wonder if it was because they wanted to keep this secret all to themselves. You dodge roots and rocks alike, navigating the landscape with as much ease as if you were back home.
The burn in your lungs and legs can’t keep up with the compulsion of your feet to keep moving forward. A lucky thing you’ve happened upon a clearing in the wood by a stream. It’s the perfect place for a lover’s tryst, and by the looks of it, someone’s already intended to use it as such. There’s a nest made with a large linen thatched rug, a basket full of food and beverage, with pillows and folded blankets.
Seems like a thoughtful setup. You should probably keep moving on before whoever’s planning to use it shows up.
That is, if you didn’t feel the bite of cold steel pressed against your throat.
“Does this seem familiar, darling?” Astarion murmurs into your ear, pressing his body against yours. You feel the intrusion of his rock-hard length concealed by his trousers pressing against the curve of your lower back, the puff of his cool breath against your neck.
“Not really, I don’t think we’ve been here before,” you state, knowing full well he means the knife at your throat.
He laughs at your obtuse remark, his other hand working at the back of your garments. “You’re delightfully amusing, my sweet.”
The blade’s edge is close enough to slice your skin open like butter if you so much as breathe too deeply. You stay still for him while he makes work of the lacings at your skirt, following the fabric’s movement with your eyes to the ground below. Your inebriated state does you no favors, making you forget you have a razor-sharp dagger at your neck. You hiss with pain as it slices a shallow line across your skin, just enough to draw blood.
Astarion stashes his weapon with a flourish, whipping you around to face him. He is no longer the snarky, pompous, high Elven noble he pretends to be.
The shirtless man before you has embraced his full vampiric nature as a monster, a creature of the night. His typically sultry crimson gaze has an odd glow to it as he watches the blood ooze down over your clavicle, between your breasts. He drags his tongue in an unnecessarily lewd fashion over his front teeth with a smack, revealing canines that have grown to twice their normal size. You’ve never seen him so wild and unhinged outside of combat.
You should be terrified.
Except that you’re not. You like him like this- the tug low in your belly and the wetness that is ruining your undergarments being the most obvious signs.
A thrill goes through you as Astarion advances on you, stalking you as he drives you backwards. Your foot catches on the corner of the blanket that is laid out and you lose your balance. You gaze upwards in awe at the predator who has caught you in his clutches. His arms hold you in a lover’s embrace before he lays you down gently on the spread out fabric.
Astarion takes his place on top of you to admire how good you look underneath him, illuminated in shades of blue and silver underneath the moonlight. His vampiric strength steals your breath as he grasps both sides of your stays, ripping them along with your chemise clean down the middle. You stare up at him, your heart hammering in the cage of your bared chest, stunned and aroused he's torn the clothing right off you.
His mouth falls open, elongated fangs visible as he takes in your flushed, almost-naked body. You can’t help but meet his eyes, your thighs still quivering with anticipation, your breasts splayed to the side and jiggling with each shaky breath.
“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he groans, utterly besotted, as he leans down to finally take possession of your lips with his.
He’s not nice about it, nor would you want him to be. It’s sloppy, open-mouthed, and ravenous. You kiss each other like you’re both starving for the air that passes between your shared bodies. His fangs catch on the vermillion border of your lips, groaning sinfully as he sucks and laps up the crimson that dribbles down your chin, moving down to the horizontal laceration at your neck.
“Now darling, what did you say to describe what I could do if I caught you?” he wonders aloud, noisily slurping up the blood that drips down as he palms your breasts. “Ah, yes. That I could use your body for my pleasure? For the evening, or as long as I’ll have you?”
“Word for word,” you confirm, gasping when he rolls the bud of your nipple between his blood-stained fingers.
He hums with a condescending smile, gathering the front of your panties in his fist.
“And what if I want more?” He questions you tersely, licking his lips.
A passing cloud obscures the moon above you, shrouding your forms in darkness. His beauty, which shone like an ethereal beacon in the moonlight, undergoes a transformation into a terrifying, hungry creature of shadow.
“I’ll give it to you,” you whisper with a trembling voice, “Name it and it’s yours.”
He rips the flimsy fabric of your undergarments off your body, eyeing the slick that got on his hands with fascination. He licks his palm to sample your essence, groaning like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted.
“Divine. Simply…divine,” he notes, laying atop you, hooking his leg underneath yours. “And naïve, you’ve agreed to my terms before I’ve stated them. What if I want your heart, as well as your body and your blood? Would you give your love only to me?”
Your heart pounds in your ears. You’d been a fool for him since the day he held you to the ground with a dagger to your neck, unrequited love at first sight. The more you learned about him, the harder you fell. Sure, you thought Gale was hot, and it made your botched seduction of the wizard easier. But Astarion?
“You’ve been the only one from the start. I made a mistake going to Gale to make you jealous,” you admit, your dry voice wobbling with the truth.
Astarion chuckles darkly at your confession. “My foolish, sweet thing. A mistake you won’t repeat after I’ve had my wicked way with you.”
He frees himself from his pants, rubbing his erection against your folds to tease you and gather your copious arousal. “Nevertheless, I hope you’re ready for me… darling.”
You gasp as he thrusts inside you forcefully, meeting no resistance as his cock plunges all the way to the smooth cap of your cervix. Your back arches and you tip your head up to the stars as he enters you, delighted at how well he slots into your warm and wet channel.
“Sweet hells, you feel good Tav…you fit me like a glove,” he groans, shivering as he pulls back and thrusts into you again. “Like your cunt was made for me alone.”
He forces your arms above your head, pinning them down with a clenched fist after hearing you whimper at his words. “Do you like that, pet? Knowing the gods made you to ruin me?”
Cheesy lines like this make you laugh or roll your eyes normally, but right now you’re spellbound and cock-drunk and you love it. “Yes, Astarion,” you gasp, “I’m yours, only yours. Take me…please.”
Astarion growls at your surrender, snapping his hips roughly against your pelvis. You cry out loud with every wave of pleasure it brings, each thrust pushing against a nerve bundle deep in your channel that sends you up towards your peak.
He knows you’re close by the way your walls tighten around him. “Coming undone for me so soon?” He mocks you, licking a stripe up your neck, over the cut from his blade as you moan and shudder underneath him. He adjusts the angle at which he pounds into you as he lifts your leg up over his shoulder, the new position stimulating the pink pearl of your erect, exposed clit.
“Ahh! Can’t help it…you feel so good…I’m gonna, Astarion-I’m gonna,” you pant as he brings you to the edge of bliss, only after a few minutes of having his cock inside of you. Your eyes flutter to the back of your head as a wave of pleasure overwhelms you and crests.
Astarion knows. “Look at me, I want to see you when you unravel for me,” he commands in a harsh tone. Your eyes fly open and snap to his, unable to deny your magnetic pull to him. “Who do you belong to, Tav? Say it!”
“You, Astarion!” Your vision goes white with your climax, causing you to briefly lose sight of him as you keen. You feel as if a lightning bolt had hit you with the way your orgasm rips through your body, your hips convulsing as your muscles contract around him.
He’s not too far behind you. You can feel him harden and twitch, hear his ragged moans, see the change in his ruby eyes as pleasure takes over. Your womb aches to accept him, your sex fluttering with the aftershocks of your orgasm, encouraging him to go deeper.
“Fill me, I’m yours…use me, claim me, breed me.”
Right after you say “breed”, Astarion makes a noise you’re certain you’ve never heard before. It’s a groaning exhale that turns to a whimper as he pounds into you once, twice, then stilling as he thrusts home. You welcome the teeth that sink deep into your shoulder, the pain translating to pure pleasure. His cock pulses and twitches, buried as deep within your channel as your bodies will allow, painting your walls with ropes of his hot spend.
Astarion filling your pussy with his cum sends you over the edge again. “Astarion.. I’m gonna…I’m…oh Gods,” you shudder and sigh, your second orgasm not as intense as the first. He seems proud of himself that you’ve had another one so soon, still buried in the proof spasming and throbbing around him.
He brings you down from your shared high, winding down to a languid pace before he stops. You push up on your elbows, trying to catch your breath and kiss him all at once.
Astarion shoves you back down to the ground before your lips touch. “And where do you think you’re going? We’re far from done here.”
You stare back at him while you process his words, your mind slowed by the wine you’ve consumed. “Oh, don’t look at me like that, darling. You’re the one who asked me to breed you, and I don’t intend to disappoint.”
The length that had gone soft inside of you inflates with your blood. “I’m going to stuff you full of my cum, make that sweet little cunt of yours milk my cock for every…” Astarion kisses you tenderly on the lips.
“Last,” he sinks his teeth into the buttery smooth flesh of your breast, sucking a bruise into your skin.
“Drop.” He flips you over, positioning you with your ass in the air, your face down on the ground.
The new angle feels incredible. You’re not sure how he’s stayed inside you, and you don’t care. You wish that the evening could stretch on for eternity, your bodies joined as one. His cock jumps and you take that as your cue to move back and forth, drooling at how well it massages your walls.
Astarion’s hands clutch at the flesh of your backside, guiding the motion of your hips. “Yes, that’s it, that’s a good girl,” he groans.
You clench and flutter around him when praises you. He thrusts into you while you work his length, moaning for him with abandon when his scrotum slaps at your erect clit.
“Mmm Tav,” he moans obscenely, his fingernails digging into your skin. “If only you knew how much…I wanted to take you just like this. Naughty little minx, walking past me in those tight leather britches of yours…Gods, how I wanted to rip them away… fuck you senseless.”
“Just like this?” You pant out, so overwhelming by your impending climax, you can barely speak.
“Like this,” he explains with his hand by wrapping your long hair around it, pressing down on the small of your back.
The change in angle is all your bodies need to let go. Your simultaneous orgasms draw out the addictive bliss of your coupling, unsure of where it starts or ends. Astarion’s cock jerks and pulses as he empties his seed into you again with a grunt, collapsing over the top of you to catch a breath he doesn’t need.
“You’ll give me one more,” he pants, pressing a kiss to the nape of your sweaty neck. He pulls out of your spasming cunt and rests his entire body weight on your back. You whimper at the loss of him, your arms and legs quivering from the aftershocks, on the verge of collapsing at any moment.
“I…I don’t know if I can,” you gasp out as you try to catch your breath. You’re shocked you had more than one orgasm during partnered sex. Then again, you’ve never been so thoroughly wrecked like this by anyone before.
“Really, now? Make that two,” he clips, rolling you on to your back. You comply, half out of exhaustion and half out of your desire to embody the obedient plaything you promised to be for him.
Astarion eyes the pearly white liquid that seeps out of your abused hole, tsking in disapproval. He grabs a folded blanket in one hand and your ankles with another, shoving the blanket underneath your lower back as he lifts you up by your feet.
“That’s better. We don’t want to waste a single drop, now do we?” he drawls out his rhetorical question, gathering the cum that has spilled from you on his fingers and stuffing it back into you. Your hips buck upward with the intrusion, clenching around his digits as he pushes his seed back inside your entrance with a squelch.
Being fingered was never your favorite because your partners were too fast or too rough, but the way Astarion strokes your channel is just right. You moan wantonly for him as he fucks you with his elegant digits, brushing against a spot yours can never quite reach. You can’t believe it, but you feel your center winding tight again, clenching around him, feeling the cum spill from your core faster than he can plunge it back inside you.
“That’s it, yes, cum for me darling,” he commands, fastening his mouth to your clit, hastening your climax with his teeth and tongue. It feels good, but you want to reach your peak stuffed with his cock, to feel his essence spill inside you.
“I want…I want you inside of me…want all of your cum in me…want you to get me pregnant,” you struggle to speak, your throat dry from all the noises of pleasure you’ve made for him.
You’re certain your request broke him when he stares back at you, his mouth agape. His fingers are stilled on the outside of your soaking wet pussy. You worry for a moment that you went too far until he throws your legs over his shoulders, his steel-hard cock spearing your entrance.
“I’m going to spill inside you…every single day…until your body accepts the gift I’ve given it,” he snarls, an eerie fluorescent light shining in his eyes. You imagine him making good on his promise, endless nights together in the wilderness blended into a haze of shared ecstasy.
Astarion forces your legs to meet your chest, drawing out a noise you didn’t know you could make. “Flood your cunt with my seed every night, until you swell with my claim on you…showing the world who you belong to,” he grits out, displaying sharp, vicious canines.
You think about his possessive hands caressing a small bump on your belly, pressing an adoring kiss to where the life you both created would continue to grow in your womb.
It makes you fall apart with a shout, his name on your lips.
“Please fill me! I want this…want you, I love you,” you beg him, the four letter word spilling from your lips by accident in your reverie.
Astarion’s cock jerks inside you as he registers your confession, a chill rippling across his moonlit, shimmering, sweat-drenched skin. His entire body tenses and quivers, his hands clutching at the linen blanket below.
“Bite me,” you whisper to him, your vocal cords dry and hoarse. “Take my blood, love...put a baby in me,” you plead as you roll your head to the side, an invitation to re-open the wound from last night’s feeding.
Astarion’s teeth latch on to your neck without hesitation. With the first pull of your blood, his hips stutter and spasm, cumming inside you with a muffled sob. You’re right behind him, the exquisite pleasure and pain rocketing you up to heights unknown.
You must have blacked out, because the next thing you know you’re laying on your side with him still twitching inside of you, held so tightly in his arms you can barely breathe. You can feel the vibrations of his velvety soft baritone rumbling something to you, but you aren’t able to hear him over the ringing in your ears.
Astarion buries his head on your shoulder, unable to finish his sentence. You press a kiss to the sweaty silver curls at his temples and his ears fall flat as he looks at you, his expression as vulnerable as you’ve ever seen him.
“Did you mean it, Tav? Did you mean it when you said you loved me?”
Your stomach lurches up to your throat, your heart skips a beat. Out of all the crazy shit you’ve said to each other tonight, of course this would be the one he wanted to talk about. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, steeling yourself for another rejection.
“From the moment I laid eyes on you. I fought it, because I didn’t want to believe it, but I love yo-“
Astarion’s sensual lips steal your words, kissing you with a tenderness that makes your heart feel like it’s soaring from the relief you feel.
“For the last two hundred years, I’ve never had a single thing to call my own. That is, until now,” he leans in to kiss you again and you pull away in panic.
“A lover? Or…a…uhm,” you stutter, flustered by the things you said to him in the heat of passion. He squeezes you with arms that glimmer in the moonlight, kissing the top of your scalp.
“A family? No, well- maybe someday? I don’t know for certain, but not while Cazador’s alive,” he shudders. “Gods, can you imagine? At any rate, I didn’t expect you to bring out such a beast in me. I rather liked it, you know,” he murmurs into your hair, carding his fingers through your satin locks.
Astarion stills as if he’d remembered something, grasping your chin to look up at him. “Speaking of things I’m not ready for. I want you to be mine, and yet I cannot honestly say tonight was anything more than a bit of carnal fun,” he admits, his eyes flickering back and forth as he gazes into yours. “Is that alright, Tav? To allow only me to take what I want from your body? Can you live with the uncertainty that your feelings may never be returned?”
Your chest swells with the possibility of sharing his bed again, tears flooding your eyes. “We can take it day by day.”
“Good, just like I thought,” Astarion murmurs to you with a sinister edge to his sultry voice, alarming you.
He chuckles and kisses your forehead, all of your worries washed away when he resumes his comforting touch. You sigh with contentment, drifting off to sleep against your lover’s chest, unwitting and unaware of the secret almost revealed to you.
Summary: Overwhelmed by her fear from her past, Katja freezes in the critical moment. Astarion takes it on himself to cure her of her fear, by letting her see the real Vampiric monster that lies beneath…
CW: Creaturestarion, past trauma/ptsd (tav), feral sex, monster fucking, claw and fangs excite me, hair pulling, biting, rough sex, mild degradation, “exposure therapy,” Astarion is catching feelings and denying them
🎨by @octarinecat
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Chapter 5: Little Prey
Gnolls. Why’d it have to be gnolls…
Katja, axe in hand at the ready, rounded the boulder on the Risen Road and suddenly forgot what it meant to walk.
Or breathe.
“The hells is wrong with you, Gur?” that silken voice snapped at her, corpse cold hand locking around her wrist to pull her up the gravel path. And the Cleric only giggled harder. Anything was funny when it was at Katja’s expense, but that’s a Sharran for you.
He looked her up and down, the briefest flash of recognition on his face as he watched her chest heaving and her eyes glaze over.
Not that Katja noticed. Not over the grip of fear that clutched her heart in her chest. Her feet dragged in the dirt. “Can’t go… can’t go… don’t…” she hissed with venom, trying to take a swing at the Vampire.
“Easy…” his voice purred with shallow comfort. More of a command. Out of necessity. Wasn’t it? He shoved that flicker of concern down.
“Something the matter, Katja?” Shadowheart teased at first, harsh in tone, until she saw her eyes fluttering and chest heaving too quickly.
“Shhhh keep her quiet, Astarion. Silence her, or those gnolls will eat us all.” Lae’zel snapped her sharp, alien teeth at them.
A rambling mess, Katja shook even as Astarion picked her up like a sack of potatoes and slung her over his shoulder.
Fuck, he was hard beneath her ribs, knocking what little breath she drew as her panic took even deeper root. He was fast, scurrying up the path to the broken road and effortlessly leaping over the schism in stone.
He cursed at her, huffing with each breath. “Fucking hells, Katja, get it together.”
But she couldn’t. It wasn’t until she was seated by the fire at camp, shivering from fear despite the summer heat, that she finally blinked and came back to awareness. Her scar stung on her face as she suddenly realized not only was she back at camp… but it was night… and she was alone.
“Hells,” she whispered, turning her head slowly only to see one shadowed figure melt from the darkness and approach.
Astarion’s eyes practically glowed as he looked down at him, arms crossed and jaw set in raging disappointment. “You. You need to get it together, little Gur. You could have gotten us all killed. Eaten, what’s worse… ugh,” he rolled his eyes, “what horrid irony that would be for a vampire, a slave to hunger to be eaten to death.”
Katja scowled. “Believe it or not, I didn’t mean to put your precious unlife in harm's way…. This time,” she spat, raising herself to her feet to grab a bottle of water. “Please tell me they’re dead, the gnolls I mean…”
Astarion first sniffed in absolute annoyance. “Yes, yes they are because I convinced them using our little wriggling friend to kill each other and then for the really big scary one to kill herself.” He gives her a mocking look, brimming with pride as he gloats. “You should be thanking me for saving your hide twice over, little Gur…”
“Thank you,” she instantly interjected almost as he arrogantly prompted her. She looked down to her feet, “for dealing with those… those…”
“Gnolls?” He huffed. “I said I would, didn’t I? But I didn’t say I would be happy about the inconvenience of it all…” He gave an irritating, provoking smirk as he leaned down over her. “Seems like I’m your hero after all, little Gur.”
“Don’t push it, vampire.”
Astarion just widened his smirk as he somehow drew another half a step nearer without moving it it seemed. “There’s the little hunter I know,” he rasped. He hovered over her perhaps a few moments more than necessary, then he drew a step back, waving to her tent. “You sleep, I’ll keep watch. We have a new member of our party… that tiefling that your partner in monster hunting has been scouring all of Avernus for… the Advocatus Diaboli… and she’s got a great smile and laugh and now they’re friends…”
Another absolutely shit eating grin and Astarion folded his arms over his chest. “Seems we’ve started quite the trend, you and I.”
Katja’s expression soured. “You and I are not friends.”
“You’re right… we’re lovers… partners in the sensual experiences two passionate beings can…”
“NINE HELLS PLEASE STOP!” Katja stamped her boot and marched off to her tent.
“I’ll come and check on you, lover!” he called into the dark of the night.
Katja fumed. But even still she was smiling. At least now that her back was to him. She pushed her way inside the canvas flap and flopped down in her bedroll to rest.
He had gotten her out of there… dealt with the monsters he knew terrified her… he even destroyed them all… all while she remained locked in the moments of fear from her past. That scar over her eye and down her cheek stung.
She laid down, pulling the cover over her body, ignoring the way it still ached from her shaking and panic earlier. Her mind took over, even as she closed her eyes and covered her head in her pillow to stop seeing… remembering what it was to stare a gnoll down… her little arm shaking as somehow she managed to slice its belly open… one eye torn into, and the other one hazy with fear.
It wasn’t until she felt a body sit beside her, lifting the pillow off her face as a finger felt under her nose.
“Are you checking my breathing, vampire?” She hissed, half husky, half laughing in her sleep. “I didn’t know you remembered such a thing… being undead as you are.”
His hand pulls back at the sound of her voice. “I’d rather not have you completely gone from this weird bunch of adventurers. Today was enough of a hassle with you… out of commission as you were.” She turns to meet his inscrutable gaze. “I want you to prevent such episodes in the future.”
Katja’s eyes widen, a mix of shock and anger and humiliation roiling in her gut. “O-okay,” she whispered, trying to scoot away from him on her bedroll.
But his hand just fell heavily on her knee to keep her in place. “Katja,” he purred her name in that way that instantly made her feel his teeth in her wrist.
And she looked up at him, wide eyes and suppressing the shudder that claimed her spine.
“This is no laughing matter…”
“I wasn’t laughing,” she snipped, folding her arms over her chest.
Astarion pursed his lips, unamused but almost… used to these replies. “Ah, yes. I mean that this is serious, brave little hunter. I’ve watched you vivisect goblins and pluck the feathers from Harpies, but the mere sound of those gnolls today sent you into the freeze of abject terror.” He tutted his tongue at her, bringing her into his lap.
He holds her, hands digging into her thighs just a little. “I think… you ought to be broken of this debilitating fear. And I think… I’m just the one to do it.” His voice was thick in his throat, rougher than usual. “It’s thanks to you and your constant, delicious supply of blood that I can even offer you such a remedy.”
Katja shivered at that tone, but she put all her effort into looking unafraid. “How?” She snapped.
He just gave her that taunting, rakish grin. “Don't you trust me?”
Silence.
“Darling, I’m hurt… I’ve tasted you… mouth and blood and cunt… and still you don’t trust me to help you?” His eyes were veiled, half-lidded and sultry and all seduction. But there was the slightest glint of sincerity there… a shine of… concern?
Katja let herself lean in just a bit, head on his shoulder to hide the way she took a sniff of his shirt.
“If… I trusted you, how could you help me get over this… problem.. I have with the gnolls?” she asked, irritable from the day’s emotions.
“Tsk. Do you, little hunter, forget I am also a fearsome monster?” Something long started digging into her thighs, and Katja looked down to see his nails extend, long and cutaneous. Claws. And something pressed against her neck the moment she looked away from that conceited face.
Lips…
…fangs…
Long ones.
She turned her head the second she felt their prick on her vein. Sharper and fiercely cold. Then, she looked into his face, into his eyes… dilated so dark, only the thinnest ring of crimson remained. One single shaky breath, and she shifted, her body screaming at her to run.
“Oh come now… it’s your doing I may look like this, you know. You and all the potent, living blood. Tsk. You’re so young, little treat, so full of life… It can help but bring out the monster in me. And if you can allow to let the monster you know ravage you as I know you want me to… then you’ll have no issues with any pathetic inferior beasts. Gnolls, kobolds, brumettes… will pale in comparison to your vampire….”
His mouth opened, letting her glimpse those fangs, at how they caught the lantern light, glistening and long as his tongue licked the span between them.
“You look like you wish to run… I’d advise against that, little prey…”
Hells. Even his voice had… shifted? To something more silken and seductive. A purr in his chest all feline and totally predacious. It made her, yes, wish to run. And yet, something about it kept her so firmly rooted in his lap, where every part of her body could touch his. “I’m not… g-going anywhere,” she managed to snivel in reply.
“Good,” that pink, cool, death-breathed tongue licked his lips as he tilted her to face him, fingers pressing up under her chin. “Tell me, first, before I fuck the every living fear out of you, what is it you fear those gnolls will do to you?”
Katja froze, just the name of those dread creatures making a hazy veil fall back on her dark eyes.
“Ah ah, speak up, pet,” he snapped, a thumb pulling at her bottom lip. “What could one of those mangey beasts do to you that I could not, right here and now? Because I promise you, I could be far…” he slid his thumb into her lips, “...far…” he pressed it down on her tongue, “...worse.”
Shoving his thumb to the back of tongue, he made her gag and yet, her eyes squinted, a smile at the small corners of her mouth, a glint in the dark depths of her eyes.
Nervous, she shifted off his lap, his stiff frame allowing her the moment of reprieve, hoping it would bring forth the words he could almost see stuck in her throat.
“I.. I fear they will eat me,” came a timidly whispered response. “I fear they will run their claws on my body and gouge me.”
His touch was gentle on her waist, corpse-cool hands sliding her shirt up until they pawed at her skin. “Don’t be ridiculous, they aren’t going to hurt you,” his tone sneered in her ear as he spoke, lips sucking the flesh of her lobe to tease at fang-point. “As if I would let them come within an inch of touching my favorite prey…”
Those claws ran like knives up her belly under her loose tunic, feeling her heart palpitate and her stomach clench and flutte. A flick of the wrist, and they pierced the thin fabric, slicing it open in ribbons. Katja gasped, shaking a moment at the sound, but his other hand only ran in her hair, rubbing her head soothingly
“Shhh, it’s okay. Claws are no different than what I enjoy doing to your sweet canvas of skin… never anything that would harm you, my darling prey,” he purred, cool wet tongue coming out to lick the shell of her ear. “Now let’s just remove this trash, get to the main course, as it were…”
Her skin prickled to feel that cool tongue lick up the side of her neck, swirling over the growing fang marks in the side of her neck. “I-I am not your prey,” she managed to rasp even as she bent back to let him tear off the rest of her ruined top.
“From where I am sitting,” he bucked his hips up against her thigh, “you very much look and smell like it…” His hand reached to press his palm in the gusset of her pants, feeling the heat, scenting her arousal. “And don’t you just smell… delicious.”
She watched in arousal and horror as he licked his lips, his fingers around her jaw to turn her. No escape. Nowhere to run. Nowhere else to even look away. Those wide black eyes bored into hers…. Until she was sure she could see her reflection in their dark pools.
“You wouldn’t mind if I had a sample of my favorite treat… would you? Just a little reward for sending those horrid gnollies to their deaths just for you?” That voice was sinful, somehow even more alluring and hypnotizing. Katja couldn't recall if it was a power of a vampire, or… she shuddered to think. Was this just how far under his thrall she herself had fallen.
Her body parted for him now, thighs falling to fit his hand on her sex, hips lifting to offer a silent invitation for more. To beg for more. Eyes closing slightly, that drag of claws on her body no longer sent the pangs of fear to her heart. Oh no. Now it rapped on her ribs with a different pulse. One that matched the throb in her cunt.
Those claws scored into her scalp as he gripped the base of her braid. “Speak up, pup. Or you’ll leave here no less afraid and burning for me.”
“Yes,” she instantly consented, voice laced with need in that single syllable. “I want you to…” she swallowed nervously, “feed on me.”
“More specific.” His command sent a pang of lust to her core as he pushed her on all four before him and grabbed her braid. “Tsk. You can do better. More graphic.”
Katja’s arms shook, her cunt drenched and quivering for more tongue or cock or fingers, whatever. “I want your mouth on me to bite and tear.”
Her confession sent a dark rumble from his chest as he leaned over her, hips pressing on her ass. Cool lips kissed the marks of her neck, and one set of claws scored the space between her thighs where the leather was taut and soaked. “What about these claws… what do you wish me to do to them in this monstrous form?” He purred.
Another stilted breath, another tremor down her limbs, and she rocked back against his hips. “I-I want you to tear these pants off, like my shirt. I want you to ruin them…”
“Very… good… my prey,” he huffed in her ear. “Trusting your monster to make you feel oh so… good.”
A tearing sound filled her tent as he stabbed a single claw into the seam of her pants and cut right up the middle. The puff of night air on her wet fold made her gasp, a sound that only increased as she felt his breath whisper from behind. One hand yanked her braid, lifting her head; and the other parted her swollen cunt, her arousal dripping down his fingers and onto her bedroll.
“Bite… tear… ruin…” he whispered, his lips brushing against her weeping sex. “Such violent requests for someone so afraid of a few little gnolls…. See?” He stuck his tongue out with a growl, pushing it with force to part her lips and lap up her seam. “I’m going…” he purred into the mess between her thighs, devouring it more aggressively and greedily for a moment before he broke away, “to fix you…”
His tongue bathed her clit in cool saliva, circling it as her cum only gathered more and more to drip. It wasn’t enough. Not as he sloshed his tongue to her entrance to thrust inside her, tasting the need and fear that had laced her blood.
“Afraid?” he growled as his tongue slid back to her clit.
“Never,” she bluffed, voice breaking as her mouth hung open.
He laughed, raking his claws up her thighs to dig into the sweet small curve of her rear. Feeling the sharp slice of pain dragging over her skin, Katja cried out, a strangled sound almost like his name…
And Astarion smiled against her sex.
Just as he felt the first clench, the first spasm of her walls on his tongue he pulled up, licking his maw and pulling her head back again by its braid. His voice was a rumble, barely audible as he hissed in her ear. “Call me your monster, little Gur. Look me in my eyes and show me you’re not afraid.”
A rustle of clothing, and the cool, rock hard tip of his cock pressed up the gap in her ass. Rolling his hips, he pulled her by the braid to meet his gaze, cock thrusting and grinding in the crack of her ass. “I said… call me your monster,” he snarled. “Tell me you are not… afraid.”
“Fuck, I do not fear you, monster!” she cried, snaking her own hand into her folds to thrust over her aching clit.
A roar in her ear, yanking her braid back, he thrust into her, then pushed her back on all fours. “Good… fucking… girl,” he panted as he started slamming deep inside her, cockhead meeting the end of her channel.
Hands gripped her hips, claws scoring her soft underbelly. “Are you afraid now? My cock deep inside you… my nails dragging where I could slice you open?” His voice was rough, husky with his efforts.
But Katja only laughed. “I only fear you’ll finish before I do, this heady feeling of power you seem to have over me…”
Astarion growled, hissing a moment before biting the crook of her shoulder, sinking those long fangs into the front and back of its jointure. The flash of pain made her clench tight around him, squeezing constantly, unyielding.
“Hells…” he groaned, pushing past the pressure of her muscles, making his balls draw up and his cock pulse. He hurtled towards his release, the way she had gone from afraid to aroused so seamlessly, it did something to him. Made something in his gut warm with… no. It was pride. Proud he did this to her. Had this effect. And now she wouldn’t risk all their hides just because of a childhood fear.
She whined for him, little pitiful moans in time with his thrusts, made louder when he yanked her hair by the braid to steady her and control his pace. Even still, the little brat tried to ride him, almost making him slip out from that tight warm cunt a couple times…. He just laughed at her eagerness.
“My my, how fearful are you now? I’m only sensing the throb of your pulse in your sex, and it feels…” he inhaled deeply and loudly. “…mmmm, delicious.”
The noise she made as he spoke, so lewd and loud and hopefully heard by the rest of camp… it sent I’m over the edge, his hips slamming her ass as he leaned down to bite the gaping marks in the shoulder again. “Come for me, my prey. A little death is just what you crave…” His fangs sliced in once more.
The moment her blood touched his tongue, he could taste or orgasm, the heady mix of her blood that only flowed sweet like that in the throes of ecstasy he gave her. Her voice cracked until all she could do was give a silent scream. Walls milked around him, squeezing him somehow harder, the scent of her arousal filling the air—all pleasure and no fear.
“Mmmm, delicious, my favorite prey…” his voice rumbled with his orgasm, husky in his throat as he grew sloppy and stilted. One final shove inside her walls, one final yank of her braid, and he came with a roar, snarling into the bleeding flesh of her neck.
“Fuck, Katja. You had better not be afraid again… or I’ll have to bring the monster more than,” he paused to groan as he gave one last thrust inside the mess of their cum as it leaked from her, “just a few claws and fangs…”
She clenched around him one more time before she pulled away to lay on her back on the bedroll.
Hells… he thought, taking in the sight of her covered in blood on her shoulder, rosy cheeked from her exertions, hair knotted and tugged loose from her braid…
Not to mention the sweet pearly spend that seeped from her folds, nestled in that tear of her pants.
Astarion could swear his heart raced in his throat. And it only made him frown. He spoke quietly, forcing his tone to be exact and demanding, even if that rhythm of his pulse deafened his pointy ears.
“Next time, no mistakes. No fear. You see a gnoll and you will only think of how much pleasure fangs and claws can bring you. Thanks to me. Understood, my little prey?”
Katja let out a soft breath. A snore. Her head turned to the side, her eyes shut tight once more, exhausted from the turmoil and pleasure of the day.
What harm would it do… he brushed the loose curls of her sweaty blond hair off her face. A trick of the candlelight, he thought, the way her lips seemed soft and smiling…
Astarion scoffed. As if he hadn’t just almost fucked her within an inch of her life.
One last glance, and he pulled the blanket of her bedroll over her before he stood and noiselessly melted into the night.
The biggest case for Astarion being a feral lil creature is the inside of his tent. This man works so hard to look and seem put together but he sleeps on wooden planks surrounded by jars of blood and blood soaked cloth??? creature. i love him
Thank you to @pursuitseternal for the tag! Would anyone care for a little asshole creature Astarion?
Kerry swore as he kicked a loose stone, sending it clattering off into the darkness and making him jump for the hundredth time. “Is there a reason we couldn’t do this in daylight?” he asked, tension obvious as he tried to pick his way through the rubble. The narrow beam of his headlamp seemed to cower back from the shadows that pressed in on all sides, barely illuminating the path ahead of him.
Astarion paused, looking back over his shoulder. His eyes flashed amber in the headlamp’s beam, glowing in the darkness like a jungle cat’s eyes. Kerry wasn’t sure if Astarion could see the involuntary shiver that twisted through his shoulders and down his spine. Astarion hopped and scrambled over the debris that populated the distance between them, graceful and somehow horrible at the same time. Before Kerry realized it, Astarion disappeared, leaving only his giggle behind.
“Are you afraid of the dark, sweet thing?” came Astarion’s disembodied voice from the gloom. Kerry spun around, trying to catch a glimpse of Astarion as he darted just a little too fast for him to see. Another giggle floated through the darkness.
“Not funny,” Kerry said, hoping he sounded braver than he felt. He realized he was breathing hard as he swung his head around, casting the beam of his headlamp in wide arcs around the room. He thought he caught a flash of the black t-shirt Astarion was wearing high up on one of the crumbling walls to his right. Much too high up. By the time he resettled his light on where he thought he saw Astarion, the vertex between the wall and what was left of the moldering ceiling was empty again.
“I can hear your heart pounding, love,” came Astarion’s voice again, this time far to Kerry’s left. Just beyond the reach of Kerry’s lamp, two glowing red points of light, right at Astarion’s eye level, resolved out of the darkness and blinked. “I can smell you. Are you too warm? You’re sweating,” Astarion said. Kerry could hear his slow, deliberate footsteps. They were louder, somehow, than they had been when the two of them had first entered. They sounded like gunshots echoing off the decrepit walls as Astarion stalked closer to where Kerry stood. He was half-turned toward the far wall when his headlamp suddenly went out.
“Don’t worry, darling,” Astarion purred into Kerry’s ear. “I’m the most dangerous thing in here.”
