sinks his fangs into her pretty buns
It seems as though indulging in a spot of lounging after waking had, quite literally, bitten her in the ass. Or gotten her ass bitten. A sharp jolt ran through her undead body as her so-called counterpart decided that her backside was a perfectly acceptable replacement for breakfast. Oh, these vampires… These problematic, impossible vampires.
If Astarion weren’t the mirrored echo of her own best and worst self, Astaria might as well have refused to deal with another of their kind entirely. And yet, here they were… sharing in the same space. More often than not found as one with him inside her, or the other way around should the woman decide to go for strap-ons.
Propping her upper half lazily on those pale, tired forearms as though the situation was more inconvenience than peril, Astaria raked those manicured fingernails through her hair and fussed with her curls a little. One quick gander stolen over her shoulder and—yup. He was still drinking. Of course he was. And the worst part? She was letting him.
“You do realise that this little stunt of yours gives me full permission to return the favour twofold whenever I please, don’t you?” There was this lazy slur to her voice, half-sleepy, half-awake.
Still, Astaria wouldn’t have dared to move—she knew how dangerous it was, to jerk away with a pair of fangs that size sunken a few inches deep into her flesh. Any wrong shift and it would have torn her skin like paper.
Not to mention she wasn’t entirely opposed ot Astarion’s little nightly indulgences…
“What’s next, then?” Provocatively, Astaria tipped her ass a little further to the press of those fangs on her. “Going to eat me out too once you’re done with that?”
Actually… not the worst idea, now that she thought about it.
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