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If you had asked Tav a couple of months ago, what her life would be like she wouldn’t have pictured this. Her, inheriting her grandfather's farm, moving into a village in the middle of nowhere. The adjustment had been...a learning curve, for sure. Yes, she had visited her grandfather on his farm when she was a child, but she was a city girl through and through. She barely had an idea on how to keep the farm afloat, let alone make enough money for the winter.
The villagers were helpful towards her, if not a bit skeptical at first. Rarely anyone moved to Pelican Town and the townsfolk were weary of strangers. But she wasn’t really a stranger, not in a true sense at least. The last time Tav visited the village, she still went by a name that no longer belonged to her, living a life that felt difficult to reconcile with now. She had since grown into the woman she was now.
The townsfolk were a lot nicer about this than she first assumed. No one reacted negatively towards her, not openly at least. There were some awkward pauses, people unsure about approaching the topic directly or not. But all in all she felt safe here. Over the past couple of months she grew closer to the villagers, helping them with odd jobs here and there, lending an ear to listen to. She was quite fond of the friendships and companionships she fostered. However there was one person Tav became especially close to.
It was just pure happenstance really. Her and Astarion were both new to the community, he had only moved there a year prior to her. With him it was easier to talk about the more…peculiar sides of Pelican Town. She started to look forward to their small gossip sessions. He soon felt ready to open up to her, his foppish demeanor hiding a terrible past. He had fled from an abusive relationship. He didn’t tell her much more about Cazador, at least not at first.
Tav told him about her youth, her complicated relationship with her parents and her self image. The struggle of accepting herself when she was much younger. Astarion listened through all of it, eyes sometimes lighting up in recognition. He was surprisingly soft to her. Although, of course she would never tell him this, lest his carefully crafted mask would fall.
Eventually, Astarion trusted her with yet another secret, as the first half of fall approached she found him in his house one day, hungry and beside himself. She offered him food but he declined. That was not what he needed, because he needed blood . The man she had been seeing regularly the past couple of months, was a vampire. A creature of sanguine hunger. But now that he said it, it was obvious, wasn’t it? How could she have been so blind. She should’ve run, cursed him, or driven a stake through the other's chest. But she didn’t. Already far too enthralled by the others' charm.
They came to a neat little arrangement. She provided Astarion with blood of her own every couple of days. As a reward she received his company. The vampire tried multiple times to ask her why she was doing this: offered himself to her. But she told him no, that she was doing this out of the goodness of her heart. If there was to be anything between them, it would not be like this, a simple transaction. She would not be like his ex, pimping him out for others to have their way with him.
Of course the pale man was exceptionally beautiful and she had jerked off to the thought of his naked form more than once. Him, bent over a chair, making those cute little gasps he made when he drank from her. Gods, he would look so pretty sucking her cock, eagerly lapping at the sensitive tip, before swallowing her to the hilt. White lashes fluttering and glassy ruby eyes half closed, gazing at her in pure bliss.
Tav awoke from her dream with a gasp, a strangled moan caught in her throat. She could feel her cock strained against her nightdress, already heavy and leaking. Her balls felt so full they ached and she knew there was no way this would calm down naturally anytime soon. She moved her blanket away, the fabric scraping along the over sensitive tip. She gasped loudly, the sudden stimulation more intense than she would’ve thought. Her cock twitched and spasmend and she felt a familiar tingle in her loins. She arched her back in anticipation and thought she would come just like this, but it wasn’t enough. Her length just leaking more precum. Tav hitched her nightdress up, pulling it up to her belly. The tip of her cock was all swollen and red, the poor thing twitching needily. One hand sneaked under her nightdress to fondle her breasts, while the other wrapped around her dick. She let out a proper moan, release almost palpable now. Her hand moving up and down, along her slick shaft. What finally brought her over the edge was the image of Astarion bend over, filled by her cock from behind as he begged her to release inside him.
“Astarion!” she came with a strangled cry, painting her stomach milky white. Afterwards, Tav lay there for a while, panting heavily while she slowly came down from her high. She took a glance at her alarm clock and groaned when it was almost time for her to get up anyway. She disabled the alarm and pulled her nightdress over her head, throwing it along with the soiled sheets on the ground. She would clean this up later. Tav moved on to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She made an obscene picture like this, hair tousled and stomach coated in rapidly cooling cum. Her cock twitched at that, body seemingly eager to continue.
“Get your mind out of the gutter. You fucking pervert” she mumbled to herself before stepping into the shower. She got herself off a second time while under the steady stream of hot water, thinking about what else that pretty fanged mouth was capable of.
The rest of the morning went by in a blur. She put the soiled linens and night clothes in the washing machine and afterwards went on to her daily duties: feeding her animals, watering plants etc.
After she was done with that she went to Astarions house, earlier than usual. She knocked at the door and when no one opened in response she knocked again. “Astarion? It’s me, Tav” she called out. She could hear a carfuffle happening behind the door, before it opened a couple moments later.
“Darling you're early today!” the vampire called in his quasi sing-song voice. His linen shirt was just a little bit looser laced than usual, revealing more of his pretty chest. It gaped open and if it were to open just a tiny bit more she could’ve seen his pretty pink nipples. She caught herself staring at her friend just a tad too late, the pale one smirking when he caught her ogling at his cleavage.
“I’m up here, my Dear” he lulled, voice velvety smooth.
“Well, I don’t want my favorite blood sucker to go hungry, don’t I?” she replied after clearing her throat awkwardly, simply not acknowledging her prior starring. Tav could feel her blood rushing to her cheeks. She entered his cabin and sat down at his table, pushing her hair out of the way for easier access to her neck. It was their usual routine, at this point as familiar as breathing. Astarion would feed first, afterwards they would talk about whatever they wanted.
Astarion made a sound somewhere between a scoff and a laugh, closing the door behind her. “I’m a very good hunter, you should be more afraid, you know?” he laughed, walking slowly towards her. The lines around his eyes crinkled, like they only did when he laughed genuinely. His nose scrunched up just a tiny bit.
“But I am not,” she shrugged. “I trust you, Star.” The vampire closed the distance between them. “You sweet, generous little thing” he tutted before sinking his teeth into her. She willed herself to relax, an icy pain shooting up her spine, before fading to a pleasant numbness. It was an incredibly intimate gesture, to be connected to someone so completely, to put your life at their mercy. He drank in deep gulps a quiet ‘ mhpf ?’ sound followed by an audible moan against her neck. It made her bloodless head spin even more. He continued letting out small moans and whimpers whenever he took a particularly deep gulp, inching ever closer until he almost sat atop her lap.
Gods, in reality he sounded even sweeter than her imagination could ever conjure up. This would keep her fantasies supplied for weeks on end. She felt dizziness slowly overtake her and tapped the back of his head twice, their agreed sign for stop. He slowly released his fangs from her neck, lapping up any stray drops with his tongue. Ruby eyes gazed at her, although his irises were only small slivers among his massively blown out pupils. His mouth hung agape, making a slight ‘o’ shape. Astarion looked completely blissed out. She had never seen him this affected by her blood.
The remaining blood in her body was fighting, whether to rush to her cheeks or to other increasingly hot places. “You alright there little Star?” she called out, stroking stray curls out of his face. He blinked slowly a few times, as if returning from a particularly pleasant daydream.
“Well, now tell me about your little romp” he smiled mischievously, effortlessly moving on onto part two of their usual routine: gossip.
“My what?” Tav sputtered, cheeks now flashing hot.
“I could still taste it, in your blood. The remaining arousal.”
Oh. Oh . Of course he could. “No wonder you got here so early! Now who was it? Who kept my precious Darling awake the whole night?” he worked himself into a frenzy, gesturing wildly mere inches from her face. “Wait don’t tell me! It was Leah? Or maybe” he gasped dramatically, “Shane?”.
She sighed. “Sorry to disappoint you there, but neither. I was alone” she smiled awkwardly, wanting this conversation to be over as soon as possible.
“Oh?” he seemed only moderately disappointed “well I mean nothing wrong with having some solo fun Darling.”
Her eyes trailed along the small line of blood that had trickled from the corner of his mouth downwards to his shirt.
“Astarion, you have some-” she gestured to her own face, mimicking the placement of the blood trail with her finger. He wordlessly scooped up as much of the liquid as he could with two of his fingers. Licking and sucking them in a sheer obscene display.
“What do you think you’re doing there?” Tav asked, trying to sound unaffected by the display in front of her. Silver lashes fluttered before her, lust clearly visible in the wine-red eyes. “Please. I need you” he whimpered.
“No Dear, you only want me because my blood made you horny” she tried to mediate. It’s not that she didn’t want him but he was very vulnerable right now. She carefully threaded a hand through his silver curls, stroking them in a soothing motion. The vampire nuzzled against her hand like a cat in heat.
“Please. I know you would treat me so well. You would be so good to me” he all but purred and her stomach flipped. “Of course I would Star, because I care about you” a content sigh leaving the pale ones mouth at her words of affection. “Then please. It’s been so long for me” he moaned. “Okay” she concluded. “But if I cross a line you’ll tell me, alright? No matter how far we go”. He nodded enthusiastically, licking his lips.
“Good Boy” she hummed and the other shivered at the praise. “You like being called that, mh?” He nodded. “Be a Good Boy and go to your bed” she ordered, gently. She didn’t need to toughen her voice to be affirmative. He already moved towards his bed, so beautifully obedient. Her cock twitched inside her pants. She ignored it. This was about him.
She sat down beside him, pulling him into a kiss. He tasted faintly of blood. He easily let her claim his mouth, her tongue scraping along his two pointed front teeth. She moaned softly into his mouth, hands wandering under the hem of his white linen shirt. He pulled away suddenly, both gasping for air.
“Ah, wait!” he urged. She instantly stopped moving, pulling away a bit to look into his eyes. “Is it too much?” she asked, searching his body language for signs of discomfort. Her blood inside him made him flush just the tiniest amount, his chest heaving even though he didn’t need to breathe. He looked absolutely ethereal.
“There is something you need to know. Before we continue” Astarion said in between short gasps. She raised an eyebrow at him, inviting him to continue. “We have more in common than you think, my dear Tav” he began, suddenly fidgeting with his hands. He was nervous. “It’s just something that, uh, hasn’t come up quite naturally. I’m a trans man. I’m sorry…I didn’t want to trick you”
“You’re a vampire sucking my blood every couple of days, but of course you being trans is too much. Of course, I won’t mind! However, thank you for telling me” she smiled at him, trying to ease the tension. “Also, you didn’t trick me. No one has to know unless you want them to. Did he say that to you?” The vampire flinched slightly at the mere mention of him, Cazadors name hanging unsaid between them.
“He did, right after he turned me when he” he trailed off, looking just slightly past her. “It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it again” Tav said, cupping his cheek. “Do you still want to continue? We could just cuddle instead”. He took the hand cupping his cheek, kissing it softly. “I want this. I want you” his voice was so small, so vulnerable it almost broke her.
“Let me spoil you then” she mumbled, moving closer again. Hands gripping the hem of his shirt. She looked at him, waiting for his renewed consent. He nodded, allowing her to continue. She easily slipped his shirt off his torso, pale arms stretching above his head to aid her undressing him. Beautiful pale flesh was exposed to the stale cabin air. His beauty took her breath away for a moment. “Like what you see?” the vampire teased, stretching himself languidly for her viewing pleasure. “Very much so” she murmured, moving closer still and peppering his milky skin with soft kisses. She started near his bare chest. The man was impeccably groomed except for the tiniest amount of white hair leading to his crotch.
Tav suckled on his smooth chest, faintly grazing the scars underlining his pecs with her front teeth. Astarion gave a surprised little gasp, scar tissue being ever so sensitive. She worshiped him like a woman starving and he let her feast on his flesh, eyes glazed over and clearly enjoying all the attention she paid to each part of him. Next, she focused her efforts on his neck, playfully sucking hickeys there on his right side. She avoided the side with his bite marks on purpose, not wanting to stir up more bad memories.
One of her hands sneaked from his chest downwards, following the faint trail of white hair to his waistband. The muscles in his abdomen flexed, body tight as a vice in anticipation of what was to come next. She breached his waistband, moving past it and cupping his crotch with her hand. As expected his boxers were already soaking wet.
“Already so wet for me. Very good, my Starlight” she cooed, giving just the faintest amount of pressure to that sensitive bundle of nerves. His whole body jolted, elated at finally receiving some sort of proper stimulation, even though it was torturously light. A breathy moan emerging from the vampire's throat, followed by a needy whine when she did not repeat the motion.
Gods, those sounds would be the death of her. One day she would wind him up for hours, bring him to the edge over and over again but never grant him release. However that day would not be today, she would not be so cruel yet . But that idea already festered in her brain, implanting itself deep for safe keeping. Her fingers slipped past the confines of his boxers, palming him with the flat side of her hand.
Astarion eagerly bucked against her, searching for any way to get more stimulation. Restraint long thrown out the window. Tav dipped her fingers into his folds, spreading his wetness between them before focusing all her attention on his small cock, rolling the precious nub between her fingers, coaxing the sweetest sounds out of the vampire. She carefully stroked the tough nerve bundle, unsure of how sensitive to touch the other was. Astarion eagerly moved his hips to meet her hand, unable to keep himself from thrusting. “Ah! Yes that’s it, more” he slurred in a dizzy haze.
She wondered how long it had been since someone touched that precious man with love. She pulled him on top of her, the vampire now practically on top of her, sitting in her lap. She finally pulled his pants and boxers down in one fell swoop. Exposing his precious core to cold air. It had the cutest white curls, glistening ever so slightly. He writhed on top of her thigh, hot and needy, spreading his wetness all over her still clothed leg. She kept on lavishing his cock with attention, his wetness continuing to run down his thighs. Tav leaned further in, her mouth mere inches away from his ear. “Be a good Boy and cum for me” came the gentle order, while she continued stroking him. Her wrist had long started to hurt but it didn’t matter.
His body eager to provide twitched and spasmed and Astarion came with a breathy whine. The sound burned inside her eardrums, committing itself to memory. Her own cock twitched: weeping, needy and neglected in her pants. She stroked the vampire through it, murmuring sweet things into his ear. When she heard a very much unpleasant noise from the other she pulled away, not wanting to overstimulate him. Astarion slumped against her, seemingly boneless and satisfied. Tav kissed the top of his head, petting it gently.
“What a sweet thing you are. This is even better than in my fantasies. I should never let you leave, or put on clothes ever again” she chuckled, while he nuzzled against her chest. “You having fantasies about me? Naughty Girl” he replied, but it had no bite to it. He looked thoroughly debauched, a satisfaction in his eyes that only came after a good orgasm. Her hands wound through his messy curls and he scowled ever so briefly at having his perfect hair messed with, before relaxing when she gently scratched his scalp.
“No objections to the second part?” she inquired, voice playful and light. “If it means getting off like this again? I rest my case” he drawled, gasping slightly when she scratched a particular spot on top of his scalp. She scoffed, baffled for a short moment. “Has no one properly gotten you off before? He couldn’t even do that huh?”
“Not like this. Not when it was my choice” Astarion replied, meekly. Her blood seemed to freeze inside her veins. Her chest felt tight and heavy. Gods, what a fool she was. She should have known better. Why didn’t she just hold her tongue?
“Astarion dear I’m-“ she started, voice breaking before she could choke out more words. “It’s okay Darling” he lulled, now him being the one soothing her. “He’s not here now and he’ll never find me here. I’m free, safe even, for the first time in 200 years.”
She wrapped her arms around him, squeezing ever so gently. She could feel him tense up again, her fingers running over rigid scar tissue along his back. She chose to let it go. He had already revealed so much to her, this particular conversation could wait. She wanted to keep him there, in that nice and floating headspace, enjoying himself for just a little longer.
“That’s right. I’m so proud of you. You did so well escaping from that bastard ” she praised, the last part sputtering out her mouth like a foul curse. He snuggled against her, his knee scraping over the bulge in her pants. She hissed in response, her length twitching angrily. “Let me return the favor, my Dear” he whispered saccharine sweet. “Let me get you off once more and I might give you what you want” she offered, his eyes sparkling in response.
“What kind of bargain is that?” he let out an airy laugh in response, showing his two pointy fangs.
“I promised to spoil you, remember?”
“Oh that you did Darling” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. His hands lingered on her, wanting to caress before catching himself and pulling them away. His nimble fingers twitched eagerly, oh how he wanted to touch her but he didn’t. It suddenly dawned on her: he waited for her consent.
“You can undress me if you like,” she told him, giving him verbal consent to continue. He wasted no time to follow that order. Swiftly unplucking every button from its hole, hands sneaking inside her bra giving her nipples a slight squeeze. She sighed happily at the touch, pink flushed nipples hardening quickly under the others' attention. First her blouse, then her pants and panties. Her clothes being removed in what felt like a blur of endlessly torturous seconds.
They now sat opposite each other, completely bare. Astarion stared at her cock, the poor thing leaking an obscene amount of precum after finally having been freed from its confinement. He licked his lips at the sight, a satisfied huff leaving the vampire's mouth. “On your back, little Prince” she ordered and he instantly obeyed, spreading his legs for her invitingly, exposing his folds. Her dick twitched excitedly.
She knelt between the others’ milky thighs, peppering them with kisses. The vampire writhed in anticipation, a needy whine coming from Astarion when she kissed him everywhere except where he wanted her to do so.
“It’s okay Star, I got you” she murmured, hot breath tickling the pale one's cock. Afterwards she dove in like a starved woman, having wanted to taste him for far for too long now. His juices tasted salty and sweet and it made her head dizzy. This was the taste of love and she would choke on him willingly. She moaned against his opening and the vibrations it sent through the others’ body resulted in an equally enthusiastic response.
She lapped at his folds, tongue entering him and pushing against his tight walls. She explored the vampire's insides, focusing on what made him respond and what didn’t. Astarion moaned wantonly, back arching when she hit a particularly good spot inside him. His vocabulary had dwindled down to an array of: “yes, please, more and Tav”, the last one being her favorite. She set an unsteady rhythm, wanting to keep the other engaged and present, in case pleasure faded to painful overwhelm.
His moans grew increasingly louder, pleasure coursing through his veins. It filled her heart with joy to see him enjoy himself so thoroughly. She would never deny him anything ever again, after seeing him so wrapped up in pleasure, blissed out and satisfied by her singular attention to him. Astarions thighs were trembling, his walls clenching tightly around her tongue. He must be close again.
“Tav h-haah I’m-“ he slurred, right on that painfully pleasant edge. Her approving moan only made the other grunt out in further desperation.
Her hand sought his cock again, stroking him to completion while her tongue continued to lick inside him.
The vampire came a second time with a loud moan, clenching even tighter around her. His walls spasmed in waves, thighs shaking longer than they had the first time. After his trembling had ceased she pulled away, focusing to kiss his left knee instead. The skin felt soft under her wet lips, his juices dripping from her chin. Tav was a messy eater. Astarion let out pleasant little huffs and she watched him with half closed eyes. He seemed to shine in the afterglow, skin covered in a slight sheen of sweat. He raised his head and smiled at her, a beautiful, if only slightly lopsided grin. With a grunt he propped himself up on his elbows, unruly curls sticking to his temples.
“Come to me, Darling. You look like you’re about to burst” he murmured. The vampire spread his legs, his insides beautifully flush and pink. “But you just came. Wouldn’t it be too much?” she replied, slightly taken aback by the others eagerness to go again immediately. “I’m discovering I have a bigger appetite than I thought I did. I find myself hungry, ravenous even” he smirked, slightly playing up his performance and earning a warm chuckle from her.
“My, that can’t be. I have to do a better job then” Tav tutted, playing along. She eagerly sat between his spread legs, tip right in front of his hole. She looked at him, yet again waiting for his consent to continue. He nodded eagerly and she slowly entered him, pushing past his tight muscles. He squirmed slightly, tensing up and she cooed soothing words at him.
“You’re doing so well, my little Prince. Look how good you take me” she praised, helping the other one relax. Eventually, she was buried inside him to the hilt. They fit together perfectly, two sides of a similar coin. Her hands caressed his sides, gentle movements tethering the pale one in the present moment. Eventually she started moving and they both moaned in unison, setting a slow but ever increasing rythym.
Tav tried to match the movements she had used before with her mouth, but her body was beginning to fail her. Having been edged for well over two hours at this point began to take its toll on her, loins burning for release. Gods, she was embarrassingly close already, not being able to distinguish anymore between where Astarions peaks were. He was clenching tight around her the whole time, his insides intent on milking her cock for all it’s worth. Her last remaining braincell told her she should talk to him, it was his decision where she should spill.
“Astarion I’m close” she announced, panting heavily. “Where should I-?” she added, all further words failing her, while she continued to thrust inside his tight wet heat.
He mewled at her, wrapped up in his own pleasure before a change in rhythm brought him back to reality. She did intend to wait for an answer.
“Inside” he huffed as if it was the most normal thing in the world. A growl emerging from her throat at his proposal and a couple more thrusts was all it took. She came with a curse on her lips, spilling hot and heavy inside him. There was so much more of it, after having to wait for so long. Each time she thought it was over, another wave of pleasure hit her causing more seed to flood into him.
The feeling of being spilled into, brought the vampire over the edge a final time, shivering and whining as he clenched impossibly tighter, wringing out every last drop of her cum.
Afterwards no words were exchanged for a while, either one trying to desperately catch their breath. She slowly eased out of him as her cock softened within him, sushing his small whine at the loss of being filled. Tav moved to lay beside him, pulling the man on top of her, while her cum leaked out of his hole. She kissed his forehead in reverence, muttering praise to the vampire. “Thank you. That was so good” he replied breathlessly, after a while. She hummed in approval at him, wrapping them both in a blanket. She carefully petted the other one's curls, who was already half asleep from utter exhaustion. Did vampires need to sleep?
Eventually they would both have to get up again, look at each other and talk about what had just happened. About what it meant for their friendship moving forward. But that moment was not right now. Right now they simply were.