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The stars look lonely. You think as you hold out your hand to the stars above you, tracing the glowing orbs that cascade over you to one another. The goblin camp guardtower's railing is more sturdy than you expected, as you find yourself leaning further out into the open trying to properly connect the stars in your drunken boredom, the roof proves difficult to your wants.
"I must say - " A voice chimes from the shadows beyond you.
Suddenly, in a state of panic, you reel yourself against the siding but by some stroke of luck or perhaps the tadpole voiding your seemingly innocuous deathwish, you're able to steady yourself in your tipsy stupor and turn towards the noise. Looking beyond, you see a familiar pale elf, leaning against the doorframe and wine surely in tow.
He chuckles low. "I didn't expect you to steal yourself away at parties, nor get this drunk off of what - vinegar for wine?" He goads with a twinge of flirtation to his tone while stepping up from the doorframe and moving closer to you.
You go to rub your face for a moment trying to relieve some level of intoxication around Astarion, although you've relinquished most of your mind to the wine by this point. Your cheeks feel hot to the touch as you hold your hands there and let out a breath.
"To be truthful, I didn't think so either." You speak softly, pulling your hands away and crossing them across your chest. "Though, suppose I could be saying the same of you." Leaning against the siding again, perhaps steadier this time, you get a good look upon his face now, the moonlight compliments his features even more than you'd imagined.
"Oh, darling, I revel in parties." He exclaims profoundly, a glint of red reflecting from his eyes before dropping his back to a slouch, a sulk spreads across his face.
"Although, not ones of this nature." He whines playfully, a smirk peeking from his lips.
"What?" You scoff. "Does this party not compare to your luxurious celebrations back in Baldur's Gate? Darling, of that I think I need no reminder." You draw on imitating the white-haired man to get a cheap tease. You seem to think you see a slight smile stirring in response.
"I'm wounded that you think I don't enjoy a drunken tavern mess, " He chuckles low and quietly, sharply inhaling, "But, that's not what I mean." He draws out his words as he looks towards the bottle of wine in his grasp with a look that you can only describe as lustful.
"Then what do you mean?" You can't help your body tilting towards him, rarely do you ever get a tamed side of Astarion such as this, it's a blissful sight upon your inquisitive eyes.
"Celebrations of…" He begins. " Heroes. " He practically spits out, swirling the red liquid in the glass.
You gaze at his pallor face as he saunters up to the parapet as well and leans out. You take a moment to readjust and place your palms on the railing behind, hoisting yourself to sit beside him and move your gaze to the side to see his face that looks away from you. It's silent for a moment as you find yourself gazing down at him, moving your eyes down his face to his sharp defined features, his morose grimace and the red droplets by the corner of his mouth. Be that blood or wine.
"I never imagined I'd be the one they toast to at these events, being the one they celebrate , a hero... And now that I'm here - " He stops himself momentarily to take a large gulp of the wine and licks the back of his teeth, the corner of his mouth upturned to a scowl. "I hate it, this is awful." He seethes through his fangs and droops slightly, resting most of his weight into the railing and gently propping the tip of his boot onto the ground.
You can't help but give a sly smile, snatching the bottle from his hands, albeit flimsily, and do the same as Astarion, gulping down the liquid which once tasted like acid but now lulls to almost tasteless. You ready your hand on the pillar holding the roof to your right and lean back to look onto the ocean of stars above, drink still in hand.
"I can't say I care for them either. I'm not one to be gawked at." You grin as you feel weightless along the breeze that sways your hair. The cold leaves something to be wistful for, though.
He scoffs and yanks the bottle back from your hand, causing you to wobble for a moment.
"You don't ? Oh please, I know you enjoy the attention. Besides, all your efforts pulling our compatriots together is now not for naught, my dear." You can practically hear the smug grin in his voice, he pronounces his words so vividly you can't discern whether or not it was supposed to be a compliment or he's just mocking you.
"Are you so astute with that insight?" You lean yourself over to face him, as he tilts his head to match your gaze. You can see yourself in the reflection of his scarlet laden eyes, you wonder how many others found themselves similarly gazing upon his eyes like you do now in his centuries of lifetime.
He pulls away from you and flips himself on the siding facing the same way as you now, his elbows supporting his back. You can't tell if he finds you being so close to him terribly awkward or perhaps he's drawing out his charm, he's elusive as always.
"It doesn't take quite a wise man to notice, but I do have the nuanced ability to see from both of my eyes, unlike some others." He continues. "From all the glances I've caught yearning over you, you ought to enjoy it" His words bring you to an upright position, you feel a bit light-headed from the sudden movement. He absolutely recognizes your shocked movement as he laughs low, licking his lips to prepare for another sip of wine.
He may not have directly complimented you, but maybe it's enough to pine over for the moment?
Your mind feels shockingly sober and yet, words seemingly catch in your dry throat. "And so? You're so good at reading our allies' expressions and what - they yearn for me?" You mock with a twinge of anticipation to your voice, perhaps all you want is for him to flatter you.
He visibly recoils at the word 'allies' before swallowing his protests. "No." He shakes his head softly and looks towards you through the corner of his eyes, setting the wine onto the ground.
"Then how? Are you using the tadpole in our heads to read our thoughts?" You start to snap back, getting frustrated with Astarion's usual belligerent attitude rearing its ugly head and your futile want for explanation. "Even after the discussions we've all had?" You scoff.
But before you say anymore or simply walk off in a huff, he quickly flips himself to face you. You brace against him on instinct but instead he positions himself between your legs and looks down at you.
"I'm not guessing nor wasting my time peering into their little minds, I know they do. It's quite vexing to pretend to not know you're ravishing, my dear," He wistfully strokes a forlorn piece of your hair, your breath hitches itself in your chest.
"I know they groan over you in their most lonesome of nights," He begins.
"The way your clothes deprive them of gazing at your body," He slides his hands down to your thighs and then grasps almost desperately up to your hips.
"The way your hips sway as you walk," Trailing his hands further, he reaches your waist and yanks you closer to him, your chest against his, you can't help but let out a small moan.
"It drives me mad. " He growls with a flare of excitement in his eyes, you can feel the vibration of his words in his chest and the slight stiffness of something different.
Your chest lurches as he implicitly implies himself in this moment, something within you rouses in response. You would savor this moment if you didn't want - no, need more. Swallowing hard, your hands tightly wound around the railing in a sore attempt of balance.
"Is that how you know it so well?" You breathe raggedly. Your frustration morphing impatiently to anticipation of his words. Peering up through your downturned eyes, you speak trying to hide the desperation in your voice. "... Do you intend to do something about it?"
He takes a deep breath before speaking,
"Perhaps something that might soil my 'heroic reputation' I so detest, something so full of debauchery it might make the gods themself shudder." Astarion pushes the hair away from your neck. "Marking your body as something not to be gazed upon but… Tasted." He seethes, leaning down to graze your bare collarbone with his fangs, you wince for a moment in anticipation but he leaves you wanting as he kisses your skin and loosens his grip on your body.
"If that is something you're interested in or I could always leave you to your unbecoming solitary - " Before he can finish his hypothetical you pull your hands away from the railing and hold onto him completely, clinging to him like a raft at sea. He peers up at you from the crook for your neck, awaiting the answer that falls from your lips.
That sneaky hunger that pounces from your chest to your throat, no longer content with the soft breeze that sways atop of the tower. You need the warmth Astarion promises so sweetly.
"No . " You say quickly, almost too quickly. He looks up from your collarbone, excitement dances across his face. " Let us soil our heroic reputation together. " You say with undeserved confidence.
As the affirmation rares itself, he wastes not a moment more pushing against you, leaning your back further off the edge but still holding you close. His lips kissing along your neck, relieving a hand from your hip to begin unraveling the strands that hold your blouse together. The sensation is a whirlwind as you find yourself letting out small moans against the slightest of his touch, your legs clutch around him in anticipation. You thought the wine got you tipsy but this doesn't even compare to the slurring feeling you have growing in your mind.
Stripping you of your top as he pulls it above your head, your torso wrapped in nothing but your undergarments now, Astarion takes a moment to himself to admire your body glossed in the silky moonlight. Much to his surprise, You lean your head to the side, offering the crook of your neck to him.
He stops for a moment, as you share a glance of affirmation, you seemingly remember the pain you had felt the first time he tore into your flesh but you also remember the other tangible feeling that welled up inside of you. You nod and he wraps his arms around you, tracing your spine and unraveling your undergarments. As he slips the cloth off of your chest, he trails his lips along your neck and then, with a hunger, he bites down. Your body lurches for a moment, taking in the pain in all it's glory and then your mind goes blank, the pain subsides quickly this time and bridges the distance between pleasure.
With no need to recede from his fangs, he pulls away again much to your dismay, leaving you wanting. You can feel the blood pooling atop of your collarbone and dripping haphazardly along the curve of your chest, he eyes you hungrily almost like he's admiring a painting. Your legs shift together, craving Astarion between them again.
"What are you doing?" You whine, your chin tilted towards him in a desperate attempt at coaxing him.
"I like to enjoy the fleeting glimpses of my victims as I take them." He speaks haughtily with a smirk and plants his hands firmly on the railing beside you, his breath quickening.
"Is that what I am? Your victim?" You can't help but blurt out in response, your own mind failing to keep up with the pale elf.
He pushes his face past yours, besides your ears.
"I intend to carve myself into your flesh, condemn you to a fate worse than death." He whispers so sweetly into your ear. "You won't know how to live without me after what I'll do to you." You'd think his words illithid manipulation by how tempting they are, but it's no matter to your slurred mind, you need it. Now.
His words seem to choke your lungs, you can only let out soft whines like an animal in heat, your legs desperately rub against one another, intently aware of the wetness between them. You can feel his smirk as he relishes in your desire for him… Flitting his hands to your pants as he begins to undo them and kisses down to your breasts, you suck in your breath in response. The feeling reverberates down your spine as you begin to feel the heartbeat that begs to be satiated.
You scatter for your steading and squeeze onto the railing, your knuckles turning white. He pushes one of your legs to the side and slides his long fingers from your knee to your - You gasp in reaction as he brushes up against the place that wants him the most.
"My, how remarkable." He smirks from below you, then peers down at his hands that paw at you. "I feel how much you want me, even through your pesky garments." He whispers full of his arrogance, you let him do so because you know he's right.
He leans back from you and begins to slide your pants off. You tilt yourself to the side, moving your weight to your forearms to help him disrobe you as quickly as possible. You feel a slight breeze on your bare back and your mind begins to weigh onto the fact that you're visible from the outside of the tower, somehow worrying about reasonable things with such a delicious ideal in front of you.
Your body falls rigid under the caution welling up inside of you, pushing against his arm for a moment as he pulls his head up to look at you and you slide your hands back down to the railing. Your one free foot tipped to the floor and the other, bent to the side, curing around the post exposing yourself completely to him.
"W… Wait, Astarion…" You manage to choke out, your words breathy and slurred. He stops immediately and you meet his eyes that almost glow red. They search your face for a response.
"What if people see…?"
He raises an eyebrow almost as if he's amused with you just now noticing, a stray droplet of blood falls from his smirk.
"What if?" Both of his eyebrows quickly raise, he shrugs. "You're afraid they'll see you naked? See your face warped in pleasure, see you taking me into your pretty little - "
"Yes, that ." Your face feels feverishly hot as you quickly interject. You're already dripping, your body can't handle any more of this torture and yet you insist on your point.
The smirk doesn't leave his face as he says in a dead calm. "Have you been listening to your surroundings or are you too wrapped up in me at the moment?" He coaxes.
Confused, you take a moment to listen to the noise around you and it replies with silence, not the cheers of the tieflings nor any of your compatriots that you heard earlier, you realise what he meant. The party must've settled down already and you begin to wonder if you were up in the tower for longer than you thought.
As you're lost in the realization for a moment, Astarion takes the opportunity in stride as he traces fingers down your spine and leans forward, kissing you with a gentleness you never knew he had, you lose yourself to his touch feeling your mind being rendered useless again. You barely feel the loose hand trail across your inner thigh until two fingers graze your entrance.
A quick gasp parts your lips wider as he places a thumb on your clit, circling it and delves two of his fingers deep inside of you, slowly and curling ever so slightly. Your hips push against them as he reaches to his knuckle, you push your leg out further as you balance on your toes. Your breath hitches in your throat as his fingers lay unmoving inside you and then,
He quickly pulls his hand away and slams it back into you, hard.
"Mmm... " You moan as he kisses you deeper, your back arched onto his hand that supports you. Your mind melts completely to the expertise of his hands, you can hear the sound of him ebbing into you, it's euphoric and you grimace at yourself mentally for not giving into this pleasure sooner.
You start feeling your hips twitch against his hand, you tighten up everytime he makes a certain movement against your clit, and yet he pulls his hand away again, persistent with teasing you. You flutter your eyes open to see his face, expecting to see a smug face but you're met with his brows furrowed almost in a sweat and an excited smirk, it seems like he's almost at his limit too.
Astarion grasps at his undershirt he had been wearing for the party, free of his armor. As he pulls it over head, he tosses it on the ground. He waits for a moment, his breath ragged and you impatiently close the distance, kissing him. It's deep and passionate this time. You both relish in the feeling of heat between the two of you, biting down on his bottom lip gently as he looks at you with lidded eyes.
You grip a hand onto his shoulder and lean his chest into you as he clutches at his pants, unbuckling anything he can hastily. His forehead rests against yours for a moment and both of your eyes are drawn down, you see his cock in hand at your entrance and the feeling he's wearing a grin.
"I can't believe you don't want our compatriots to see -" He pushes into you, gently, which is agonizing as you yearn for more. " This ." He groans as he slides his hands to the back of your head, tugging hard at your hair and thrusts deeply and completely into you. Your head stiffens in response, arching your chest away and your hips closer to his, you slide your hand to the back of his neck and let out an almost satisfied moan.
"Fuck…" You say under your breath and craning your head forward again, to see the vestige of him inside you. He begins to thrust into you faster now keeping rhythm with your hips that push as he pulls. You can barely tell where you end and he begins as you tense around him, the moonlight illuminating an act that should be heinous of all accords but brings you much more than mere pleasure, your moans fill the vaulted ceilings into a light echo.
Pleasure . The word seems almost ruined now as the feeling creeping up your bones goes past pleasure. He pulls at your hair even harder this time as your faces are brought apart,
"You are…" He enunciates as he pounds into you almost in a beat with his words, "Simply. Divine."
"Please, Astarion…" You beg, feeling your height approaching on the horizon as it makes your toes curl.
You both seem perfectly together as he understands your words that haven't even been said aloud yet. He quickly flips you over, your hips slamming onto the banister and you stand completely on your toes to meet him at your entrance. Your knees fit perfectly between the openings of it as he pushes your chest down gently, your back arching and your stomach meeting the icy feeling of the railing.
You push your arm to the pillar to grab a hold to attain some sort of balance, before suddenly he pushes into you with such force that you'd have fallen off if he didn't clutch so desperately to your hips. It feels like an archaic action of tugging you onto his cock and him slamming into you at the same time, the pleasure almost sending you over the edge now.
"Astar - Astarion... " You manage to choke out through the midst of your heavy moans. "I'm close" You purr.
He relieves a hand that had been digging into the skin on your hips and he pulls at your hair again, dragging your chest away from the reliability of the parapet. You can feel his breath ragged in your ear as he places his chin against your shoulder, a few groans escaping his lips as he continues his movements.
"Cum for me." He growls before promptly biting your shoulder.
You all but yelp through your teeth at his words. The pressure of his fangs in your body making you grow woozy before a shock jolts through your body in waves, you feel your knees giving out beneath you, rattling against the supports of the banister as your body erupts into the most euphoric pleasure you've ever experienced. It's almost too much as your body squirms to him and your moans echo probably farther than you want them too along the night sky.
His movement becomes more rigid and deliberate alongside you now as your pressure around him must've sent him over the edge as well, he bites deeper, it's searingly painful and your moans cut out as they're replaced by a breathy groan in pain. You both writhe with spasms for a moment before you can only hear him pull out of you, the feeling between your legs being completely overwhelmed.
As he no longer clings to your hips, your upper body falls flat against the stone railing, your knees buckling and drooping closer to the floor. You stare out towards the treeline, unable to pull your head up as your lungs search for the air to fill them.
You can't help it as your eyelids feel impossibly heavy and your sight is replaced by an inky black, but not before you feel a warmth caress you sweeter than you've ever felt and your body no longer needing to rely on their own legs. You begin to hear Astarion's sweet voice coddle you as you think he holds you in his arms, but you can't be too sure as you slip from consciousness.