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The powerful couple commanded together, more united than ever. Except there were no rules for them, only chaos.
Astarion hosted a party tonight. Everyone was perfectly dressed for the occasion. Dinner served with the best dishes and best wines. She should be there but no signs of her for now. He talked with some high figures when the big door opened. Here she was, in her blood-stained armor, made with an excellent red and black leather, gold details on it. The blood could be from innocent or non-innocent people, it depended of her mood. He could smell her scent from here. A beauty to die for. Everybody looked at her and everybody knew exactly who she was. Her presence was too strong to be ignored. If you cared about your life, you wouldn’t bother her or even think talking to her if she didn't initiate it in the first place. Be damned if you did. She took off her hood and dropped the cloak on the floor as she walked up the aisle to reach Astarion, her partner in all of this. His crimson eyes stared at her all along.
"What an entrance dear. You finally made it home."
"Why are all these people here? Any murders on your mind for tonight?"
"I see you didn’t have enough for the day. Lovely. But we shall see."
As he drank a sip from his cup.
"Sacrifice some of them would not be a great loss for the realm."
She put her sword on the table. All the guests tried to look down and not at her. They didn’t want to unleash the chaos.
"If you want to play with them.. talk to the magistrate in the corner, he has certain information that I need and I know how much you can be persuasive."
Astarion added with a smirk.
"Not sure you would be able to handle it."
Astarion raised an eyebrow, surprised and slightly confused, as she walked to the stranger. He kept an eye on her while she drove him away of the crowd, almost oustide and out of sight. He remained calm and held his composure until he watched her smile charminlgy at him. Even for a diversion, he would never accept any seduction. The magistrate left her company and went back inside the ballroom to the table. He took two glasses of red wine, her favorite. Astarion gritted his teeth but during this brief moment, he made his way through the mass. He finally came to her side to whisper next to her ear.
"I said play with him, not flirt with him."
"Told you, you couldn't handle it. So weak."
"You know I’m gonna kill every man who seductively lays eyes on you right?"
No one was allowed to look at her like that, except him.
"Be my guest." She said.
Defy each other was a twisted game they loved to play. The politician came back to offer the drink, though he was surprised to see the vampire ascendant so close. Astarion moved furtively behind him, never losing her gaze in the process. The dagger was out and a few seconds later he slit the throat of the man, blood spilled all over.
"You could have taken more time with it, a bit of torture perhaps."
The body fell on the floor. Then two high pitched cries came out of the corner. They both turned their heads hearing the noise. She took out the knife from her belt and they ran to the two women. The horror crossed their faces because they knew there was absolutely no way to escape their now deadly fate. What followed was muffled screams as they were slaughtered. The unalived bodies layed on the ground.
"A pretty mess you made me do love."
Astarion said, cleaning the dagger with a red velvet tissue.
"They look so much more better right now. So obedient and bleed to death."
She replied, admiring the scene at their feet. Fresh blood on their faces and clothes, she came closer to him to lick his face.
"Tasty. I wonder which one it was."
He pulled her close.
"I’m gonna eat you right up with blood as topping. It will be even more delicious."
Their mouths crashed together like they wanted to devour each other alive. An eternal bloodlust that needed to be satisfy one way or an other.
Spawns were mandated to take care of the guests and clean this little trouble, to be sure it stayed unseen. No one wanted to ruin a fine banquet by being distract with some corpses on the road. The chaotic pairing sneaked away and went on their chamber. All this demonstration just made them feral even more, it was time to indulge themselves. Both of them wanted to be the leader in this relationship, that’s why they tested each other most of the time in different activities.
"You really think you have the nerves to control me?" She asked.
"I can be your master, you could be my puppet and I would love to play with you."
"Oh you think you can break me. Cute."
"I may have something for you indeed but you need to let me."
"If this is an offer I think I can accept it. Go ahead. Surprise me."
He removed a red silk sheet from an imposing mirror. An ancient one with gold edge, victorian style probably. He pushed her against it and turned her so she could see her reflection. Handcuffs were on the sides. He pinned her against the glass and chained her. He rushed to untie her corset, the laces offered no resistance under his touch. Then he put a silver collar around her neck, the precious metal was cold as ice and instantly sent shivers down her spine. His thumb slowly ran on her jawline as he admired his masterpiece.
"See, how these new bracelets and necklace suit you, my plaything."
She looked at him through the glass.
"Tell me now lover, are you gonna beg?"
Astarion added in her ear.
"Make me."
She replied, offering him a sinful gaze.
He put his thigh between her legs and grabbed her throat.
"More." She said.
He increased his hold to inflict delibarate pain as her eyes started to roll over.
"I want you to watch you being taken, being possessed."
She started to rub against him. He took off her leather pants and undo his. He slid his hands on her body until he reached her sensitive spot, exploring and massaging her clit with his qualified fingers. A gasp escaped her lips as his teeth grazed her skin.
"So needy I see."
His fingers traced some patterns on her back until their last destination.
"Such a beautiful skin to slap. You’re divine."
He strongly spanked her then let his hard length pressed against her buttcheeks. She squirmed straight away.
"The more you will move and fight against it, the more painful it's going to be."
As his hands locked on her hips, he brutally sinked into her fully. She stretched around his cock. Their lustful eyes met through the glass. Watching the other having so much pleasure from this point of view was something else. He took the candle from the table next to them and let the wax ran down from her shoulder to her lower back. Her body twisted under the burning contact as he continued to thrust into her. She tried to free her hands to touch him, without success. No matter, how much it hurt and felt good at the same time, It was her turn to claim him. He pulled her hair to make her bend.
"I’m not done yet."
He captured her breast to aggressively squeezed her tits while the come and goes became deeper. One of his hand pulled on the leash of collar to tighten the grip around her neck. He knew how much she liked it, being on the edge, feeling like you were dying once again. Astarion hardened the pressure to choke her. He pounded into her relentlessly until she started to suffocate and almost passed out. He unchained her and slid out, his length was wrapped in her wetness while traces of mist remained on the reflecting surface.
He brought her to the bed, then lay on to come inside once more. While their bodies were colliding, her sharp nails sinked in her back like claws on a prey, making him bleed. He bit her neck in return. Screams, moans, two bodies moving violently and covered in blood. No control, no mercy, only impulses. From the distance, you couldn’t tell if they wanted to worship or kill the other. Certainly a bit of both. Their thirst for control only increased their appetite. Devouring each other was not enough, they wanted to be consumed. Dying of pleasure, what a death it would be.
She rolled on him to be on top, to take her sweet revenge. He could see the incandescent flames dancing in her eyes. Her hips were rolling vigorously while she maintained his wrists above his head. The rythm and their thrusts intensified until it was too much to handle. The pleasure thriving under their skins, alll muscles and nerves responding to the call of desire, as his cock shook inside her. They exulted at the same time. Their bodies were now almost aching cause of the waves of orgasm that went through. A mix of his cum and her slick dripped out of her entrance, like the final testimony of their sins.
"Did my little toy enjoy it?" Astarion asked.
"You don’t know who enjoyed it the most. I’m still going to kill you in your sleep for that."
He laughed with pride because he knew she wouldn’t do such a thing. She needed him as much as he needed her. He was the only one who could give her what she wants, ruthless sex to tame her wild consort. So all he heard was a yes. Always defying each other was their thing.
After some rests, he joined her in the high tower. There, you could see all the city around. She was up to something, she was always up to something, just like him. So much more to see beneath the surface. Astarion went on her left and took her hand to put a kiss on it.
"You’re always so romantic, it makes me sick sometimes."
"Deep down I know you like it."
He smirked devilishly. She wasn’t, only the power and blood mattered. And she had the ideal partner for that. So yes, it probably meant she could accept some signs of affections from time to time. They watched the horizon together, side by side.
"We’re gonna burn this place to the ground and danced on the ashes." She declared.
"My my. I look so forward to it my dear. Aeterna amantes.."
"Until the world falls down."
Then two wicked smiles crossed their faces.
"By our hands."