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Blood spurts wetly onto your face as you thrust your blade into the neck of the Duergar. You grimace as you yank the blade out and even more blood sprays from his jugular.
You hear Gale recite a spell for a fireball and you duck to avoid it as it streams towards the Duergar in front of you. The fireball is the killing blow, causing the dwarf to gurgle wetly as he falls to the shadowy ground.
“Are you trying to kill me instead?” You scowl at Gale as you put your sword back in its sheath on your belt.
“I’ve been stabbed!” He exclaims and gestures to a shallow wound on his side. “I can’t help it that my aim is off after having such a horrible wound.”
You roll your eyes. You can feel the sticky blood on your face starting to dry and you grimace at the feeling.
“Let’s make camp.” You suggest. “I have to get all of this blood off of me.”
The rest of your party agrees. Karlach, of course, hardly has a speck of blood on her but she’s always happy to take a short rest at camp. Gale has a palm pressed firmly over the wound on his side and you know he’ll spend all night whining about it.
Astarion sidles up next to you as the party moves to a secluded spot to set up camp. The underdark is a tough place to find camp, but somehow you manage to find a small clearing that will be enough for your whole camp. There’s a lake nearby and you ache to sink into the water and relax.
“Is that growling bear still meeting us at our camp?” Astarion drawls. “Are you sure we need him around?”
You set your bedroll on the ground, grateful there’s only a little blood on it. “Halsin wants to help with the shadow curse. How could I say no to that?”
He huffs but doesn’t argue.
You help the rest of the camp get set up, getting more and more irritated at the feeling of the drying blood on your skin.
You finally lose your patience. “I’m going to wash off in the lake.” You say and put all your weapons next to your bedroll except for the small knife you keep strapped to your thigh. “Don’t wait up.”
You stride down the path to the lake and the sounds of the camp fall away to the eerie sounds of the Underdark.
The lake is filled with teal water and fog settles over the surface, giving it an ominous look. You peer into the water, looking for any creepy crawlies lingering under the still water. You kick a small rock into the water and wait.
Nothing.
You sigh in relief and start to remove your clothes. You remove the thigh holster from your leg and place it next to the edge of the lake. You quickly step out of your underwear and slide into the lake.
The water is slightly chilly, but you still moan in pleasure as the sticky blood starts to come off of your skin. You take your hair out of its braids and dunk your head under water. The feeling of the cool water on your hair and face fully relaxes you.
You float on your back and let out another sigh. Your muscles are tense from the previous battle and you’re looking forward to a long night of sleep.
You hear a snap of a twig and you stand, grateful the lake isn’t very deep. You snatch up your dagger and get ready to stab whoever—or whatever— snuck up on you.
You relax slightly when you see Astarion’s lanky form slinking down the path to the lake. His blood red eyes feel like a fiery brand on your skin as he stares at the water sluicing down your naked body.
“No need to get violent, darling,” He drawls as he stops at the edge of the river. “I’m here for the same reason as you. To get clean.”
Astarion has a way of making everything he says sound filthy. You shiver slightly.
“Alright then.” You put your dagger back down on the bank of the river. You watch Astarion shed his clothes and see his lips twitch up in a smirk as your eyes travel up and down his beautiful pale form. He practically glows in the moonlight.
He slides into the water with a groan and the sound sends a bolt of arousal through you. You turn from him to hide your flushing face.
“Did Halsin settle in the camp?” You ask. You glance over your shoulder just in time to see him frown.
“Why do you care about that lumbering bear so much?” Astarion’s voice is petulant. “But, yes. He of course set up his tent as close as possible to yours.”
You turn to face him and his red eyes drop briefly to your breasts. The thread of arousal that lingered from earlier grows, and you want to curse when your nipples begin to tighten under his stare.
“What do you mean by that?” You ask him. His eyes move from your breasts to your face and they flash with an emotion you can’t identify.
“You can’t act like you don’t know.” Astarion says. He glides through the water towards you. “He wants to fuck you.”
The word fuck rolls off of his tongue like a caress and you shiver.
“No, he doesn’t.” You say. Your eyes lock onto his red ones so you can get the point across. “Even if he did, I don’t want to fuck him.”
Astarion’s lips curl up in a smirk. He gets close enough that you can feel his body heat and his enticing, spicy scent fills your nose.
“Is that so?” He purrs. “I seem to remember you speaking to him often the night of the party.”
Embarrassment courses through you as you think about that night. You went up to Halsin twice, once to see how he was faring after his rescue and the second time…well. You had plenty to drink by the time you went up to him the second time, and when you asked him to join you in your tent, he refused. Any sexual or romantic feelings towards Halsin were smothered under humiliation.
“Halsin had his chance.” You say firmly. You tentatively reach out a hand and gently trace a finger along the contours of his stomach. Astarion shudders and his eyes are burning with lust. “I’ve moved on.”
“Are you asking me to fuck you, pet?” He grabs the hand that’s tracing his stomach and brings it up to his mouth. His lips are hot and soft as he places a kiss on your palm. “If so, the answer will always be yes. I only have one request.”
“What’s that?” You breathe. Your voice is shaky and you feel like if you listen hard enough you’ll be able to hear the frantic beating of your heart.
He opens the lips still pressed to your palm and you can feel the scrape of a fang against the sensitive flesh of your hand.
“Let me drink from you tonight.” Astarion’s voice is deep and husky as he nibbles your palm with his sharp teeth. You bite your lip to suppress a moan.
You’ve only let Astarion drink from you once. Just that one time when he desperately needed blood after he first joined camp. You’ve considered offering since then, but you hesitated each time. “You won’t take too much?” You ask. Astarion lets out a small huff of laughter and sets your hand back down on his stomach. You can’t resist stroking his abs softly.
“No, darling.” He moves closer to you. His front is nearly pressed up against yours and your breath hitches at the feeling of his hard length pressed between both of your bodies. “I will take just enough, and stop when I’m sated. Even when you’ll be begging for more.”
“Okay.” You agree. “You can drink from me.”
The second the words are out, you’re lifted out of the water. You gasp and wrap your legs around Astarion’s waist so you don’t fall. Astarion crushes his lips to yours. You sigh and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. The taste of him sends a flood of arousal through you, causing you to moan and tighten your legs around his waist. He groans as his throbbing cock rubs against the wet folds of your pussy.
Astarion wades through the water slowly, ravaging your mouth with his. His kiss is desperate and full of passion as strokes your tongue with his and nibbles on your bottom lip with his sharp teeth.
Astarion sets you on the edge of the river, your back laying on the soft teal grass and your legs open wide to accommodate him. You’re grateful once again for how shallow the river is as Astarion kneels between your legs.
He takes a deep breath and sighs in pleasure. “You smell delicious.” He grips your thighs in his hands tightly before burying his face in your pussy. You moan loudly and tangle your hands in his silver hair as he begins to feast on you. His clever tongue slides up and down your folds and it makes your toes curl. He swirls the tip around your clit before sucking it into his mouth. You groan at the sensation and tug on his hair to bring his face closer to your pussy.
“Gods,” you choke out as he strokes the flat of his tongue firmly up the middle of your folds. You try to tighten your legs around his head but he has a firm grip on them, keeping them splayed open.
Astarion’s red eyes are hot with lust as he looks up at you from in between your legs. He removes a hand from your thigh and slides two long fingers inside of you.
“Are you ready, darling?” His mouth glistens with your wetness and before you can answer, his teeth are sinking into the soft flesh of your thigh.
“Fuck!” You exclaim. It feels like fire has been injected in your veins. The first time he fed from you, it was more painful than pleasing. But now, with your orgasm hurtling closer, the sensation of Astarion’s bite is bliss. You pull his face closer to your leg, encouraging him to take his fill, to take what he needs from you.
Astarion’s fingers continue to move inside of you as he drinks from you. Your moans begin to increase in pitch and frequency as you fly towards your release. Your head begins to pound and you can feel your heart beating in your chest. Your face is flushed and skin is slick with sweat and river water. The world begins to blur at the edges and you feel like you might pass out from pain and pleasure and rapture.
Astarion takes one final gulp before abruptly pulling his teeth from your thigh and you groan in disappointment.
“Please,” you beg. Your eyes are half closed and you can see his lips twitch up in a smirk. “Please, please don’t stop.”
Astarion curls his fingers inside of you, finding the spot on your inner walls that makes you scream.
You throw your head back in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm rush over you. Stars bursting behind your eyes and pleasure burning through your veins. You dig your nails into his scalp, causing him to hiss, and you scream his name loudly as your pussy contracts around him.
“That’s it, pet,” he purrs. “Come all over my fingers.”
You pant loudly as you come down from your heightened state of bliss. You look down to see Astarion lazily tracing the angry red bite in your thigh. You shiver as his finger runs over one of the puncture marks and his blazing red eyes meet yours.
“I won’t say I told you so,” He proclaims arrogantly. “But, I told you so.”
You wish you had the energy to roll your eyes. “Was that it?” You ask mockingly, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of letting him know that was the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your entire life. “I’ve had better.”
Astarion’s lips lift in a snarl and your stomach drops.
Whoops.
Suddenly the world has turned and you’re on your knees. Astarion growls and presses your chest and stomach to the ground. He yanks your hips to his and you groan as his hard cock brushes against your ass.
“I was going to be gentle and sweet with you, since it’s our first time together.” Astarion grunts as he rubs his cock along your soaked folds. “But if you are going to be a little liar, then you don’t get it gentle, my sweet pet.”
You scream as he shoves his cock roughly into you. Astarion doesn’t give you any reprieve. He grips your hips tightly and his fingers dig into your flesh so hard you know you will have bruises tomorrow. He starts thrusting himself into your heat at a relentless pace. His hips slam into your ass roughly with each hard thrust.
“Oh, gods!” The size of him combined with the ferocity and speed of his thrusts has you hurtling towards another orgasm quickly. Moans and whimpers spill from your mouth involuntarily.
Movement in front of you catches your eye and you look to see Halsin frozen on the trail to the river. His eyes are locked on your nude form as Astarion pounds into you roughly.
You should ask Astarion to stop.
You should scream at Halsin to go away, to stop watching.
Instead, you stay quiet. You don’t want to stop, and you don't really care that Halsin is watching. You actually kind of…like it. The thought of this strong, attractive man who rejected you being entranced by the sight of you being fucked by someone else sends a thrill through you.
Astarion reaches around and grabs you by the neck. He pulls you up so your back is against his front and you groan at the change in angle. You feel his breath against your ear.
“Do you see him watching us?” Astarion asks. His normally smooth voice is ragged as he continues to roughly plunge his cock into you. “Can you see the want on his face?”
You moan as Astarion’s cock hits a sensitive spot inside of you and his hand tightens on your throat.
“Answer me, darling.”
“Yes, yes, I see him.” You gasp.
“How does it make you feel?” Astarion’s voice is louder now and you know Halsin can hear him.
“I-I don’t know.” You stutter as Astarion snaps his hips against you hard and grinds his cock deep into you. You whine as his hand tightens and his length rubs against the inner walls of your pussy.
“Yes, you do, pet.” He purrs. “Tell me—us—how it makes you feel to have Halsin watch me fuck you.”
You whimper as you feel your orgasm approaching. Astarion slows his thrusts and you mewl, knowing he won’t let you come until you answer his question.
“Please.” You whisper and you hear him chuckle quietly. He leans down and scrapes his teeth along the sensitive flesh of your neck.
“Tell me what I want to hear.” Astarion whispers. “And I will give you what you want.”
Astarion uses the hand on your neck to turn your face. “Look at him, and tell me how it feels.”
Your eyes lock on Halsin’s. Astarion picks up his brutal pace and the sound of skin slapping on skin fills the air. Astarion slides his other hand off your hip and reaches down to rub your slippery, sensitive clit. You moan and finally relent to his wish.
“I love it.” You whisper. Astarion pinches your clit and you scream.
“Louder, pet.” He scolds you. “Halsin can’t hear your answer.” Astarion is thrusting into you so hard that you can barely keep your eyes open but you somehow manage.
Halsin’s eyes are burning with lust and jealousy—an emotion you wouldn’t have expected to see from a Druid as calm and collected as him. His jaw is tense and you briefly glance down to see there’s a large bulge in his lounging pants.
Astarion starts to lose his patience with you. He squeezes the hand on your neck and his hips are slamming into you so hard that now you know both your hips and your ass will be covered in bruises in the morning.
“Say it.” He growls.
“I love that he’s watching you fuck me!” You scream as you finally fall over the edge. Your eyes roll back in your head as your pussy contracts around Astarion’s cock and you scream his name as he continues to rub your clit.
“Fuck!” Astarion shouts as fluid gushes from your pussy and onto his cock. Your body shakes against him as waves of pleasure wash over you and sparks flash behind your eyes. His name falls from your lips over and over as you become a slave to bliss.
“That’s it, love.” Astarion groans and you give another weak moan when you feel his cock jerk, then feel a rush of fluid inside of you as he reaches his own peak. His teeth graze your neck and you wish you had the energy to let him bite you again.
Astarion holds you to him as you come down from the intense high of your orgasm, kissing your neck softly and stroking your belly and breasts with his elegant hands.
You finally have enough energy to open your eyes and you see the path to the river is empty.
“He left when you started chanting my name.” Astarion murmurs. His voice is smug as he circles the pointed tip of your nipple with his finger. “I think hearing your scream my name over and over ruined the fantasy for him.”
“I’m sure he’ll be fine.” You say. Halsin is powerful, charismatic and handsome. He doesn't need you.
You pull yourself away from Astarion and let out a soft sigh when you feel him slide out of you. Astarion looks between your legs and slides a finger through the mess the two of you made together.
“How about I help you get cleaned up?” He asks.
You agree and let him wash the sweat and combined release from your body. You get out of the river and start to get dressed, but stop when you realize Astarion is just lazily floating in the lake with a smirk on his lips.
“What is it?” You ask him. His smirk grows into a sharp grin.
“I can’t wait to see the look at the bear’s face when we get back to camp.” He gloats. “I think it will make my whole year.”