21. "You look better with my hands around your neck." F!Dark Urge Old One Warlock because she has a thing for the neck (both for her and for Astarion)
“Breathless”
Spawn Astarion x F!Reader | E | Smut Asks
Kinktober Bingo!: Breath play
CW: breath play, choking, semi-public inappropriate use of invisibility, keep quiet
📸 by @nenalunes here
“Are you certain you’ve done it right?” Astarion whispers into your mouth. “Remember the last time you cast Invisibility at the Wizard shop and lost your focus…”
You stifle the laugh in your throat by biting your lip. “No no, why would I ever lose concentration?” you giggle quietly.
That devious fanged grin, widens as he whispers in your ear, hips pushing you harder into your bed in the corner of the Elfsong, even as your other companions mill around after supper. “Would you like me to give you a reason? Or maybe two… or three… or four…”
You burst into flirtatious giggles before his cool, dexterous hand claps over your mouth. “Darling, tsk, my foolish darling, they might not be able to see us but they could hear us,” he croons, hips grinding at a tantalizingly slow pace… dragging so slowly over your panty-clothed sex as he humps you still in those leathers. “Now, keep quiet,” that lean body undulates over you, just wave after wave to shove his cock into your folds through your underwear. He's hard, so hard you can feel the ridge of his cockhead through that shining, supple leather of his breeches. “Silent as the grave,” he laughs, breathless against your lips.
Between those intoxicating presses of his sex against yours, he slips a hand to tease your clit, just enough to make you gasp and squirm.
And a wanton moan escapes your mouth, even as your companions begin to shuffle and wander around the room.
Even if their eyes deceive them thanks to your spell, their ears would not mistake that noise.
You choke, Astarion’s rakish smirk bares all his teeth down at you as his talented hand caresses your neck… before he closes around it.
His grip is present but light. Just enough to make you desperate, just enough to bring those little dancing spots over your vision. Your breath whistles deliciously. And the way his fingers close around your throat is a perfect fit, feeling almost as tantalizing as when he bites.
The way those crimson eyes lock into yours, you realize he’s hearing your thoughts, those tadpoles of yours still a boon and a curse. But now, it makes him lick his lips, craning your choking throat to one side even as he grinds against your clit. Cool lips sigh a cool breath into your ear, the precursor you crave to the big moment… to the instant his fangs slice your neck. He bites, and you keen, your voice rough and stilted as he throttles you, but your body has a mind of its own. The whine that escapes you is high pitched and needy, your hips slamming on the sleigh bed beneath you as you need more of him. His lips make surprisingly quiet work of drinking you down, just a demonstration of his control compared to your lax approach as you mewl yet again.
His smirking lips push against your ear, his hand easing enough for you to get a lungful of air before he squeezes even tighter. “Shut up, shut up, shut UP!” he rasps with playful laughter, repeating the same mantra you’ve heard him hiss at himself while being his stealthiest.
You try to giggle, but your breath is too trapped beneath his commanding touch. He releases you, just as those little sparks start to dance over your vision. “Easy, darling, I wouldn’t want you passing out on me before I make you come on my cock,” he chuckles near silently as he shimmies his leathers down. “I need you alert enough to keep that spell of yours going so no one sees just how desperate our leader is for her lover…”
Gods, was he right. Desperate, needy… especially when those lithe and skilled fingers went to work around your neck. You try to keep your excitement quiet as you feel that blunt tip of his cockhead against your mound, and you eagerly give aid to sliding his pants just low enough.
Fucking in a room full of companions was a challenge enough. Doing it while maintaining concentration on your Invisibility spell, and staying quiet enough to keep suspicions low… Well, the task at hand was daunting.
And thrilling.
You wrap your arms around his neck, rolling your hips until he slides himself right inside. His tongue tangles with yours, his fangs dragging with sweet pain on your lower lip. Just the soft pads of his fingers dance over the sinews of your neck… pushing where you’re tight and scratching his nails right where it gives you tingles and shivers down your spine.
Those hips roll with expert precision, that slutty waist of his undulating and flexing even as his hands tease your neck. Lips push on yours, his corpse cold breath filling your lungs, his exhale for your inhale. Your breathing grows rough, your whines more pronounced and needy, making his fingers cease their exploration of your neck. A moment's pause and he looks down at you with lust-blown eyes, black and dilated wide. “Beautiful,” he groans. “So beautiful…” his fingers squeeze your arteries and windpipe in a matching rhythm of his fucking. “But you look much better with my hand around your neck…” he croons, his plush and smirking lips twist sharply as he squeezes.
And instantly your walls flutter and your belly heats. You can feel your blood rushing to your cunt even as it struggles to reach your brain.
A strangled moan sneaks past his grip, his lips crushing yours as he kisses you, gagging you as you come undone. Your vision blurs, his hand releasing your throat as his thrusts grow erratic and clumsy. With his own stifled whimper, he comes, cock pulsing and throbbing as he fills you.
Something about the way the air kisses your skin… the way your heartbeat is full in your ears, you realize it… The magic breaks, and poor Gale as he crosses towards his bed confirms it. His brown eyes wide as he stares at you entwined in your bed before he rounds on his heel. Your concentration is decidedly broken now as you pant and swallow air.
Astarion laughs. “Well, if your magic is broken, we can always just think sneaky thoughts…” He nuzzles your neck. “Gods,” he purrs, kissing the places on your neck that ache the most from his hand, “don’t I just love to leave you breathless. It’s quite a sight…”
