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A pang of soreness tears through your body due to overexerting yourself from fighting any creature that threatened your party and the consistent strain you placed on your muscles from traveling far distances. You’ve decided that tonight will be the night of relaxation after long days of stress and annoyance with a particular party member. There was something about the pale elf that just rubbed you the wrong way, which was truly unfortunate because he is undeniably attractive… but you couldn’t possibly let him learn this fact and contribute to his already inflated ego.
For some reason, you can’t seem to get him off your mind despite his provocative and borderline irritating antics. You suppose that over time the blush-evoking remarks have started to grow on you despite actively working against them. It’s not like Astarion making advances towards you was anything new or out of the ordinary, it had been happening for quite some time, but something in you recently has started to tick. Your mind has started to wander in the last few weeks, taking his words and forming them into a fantasy of your own.
You couldn’t help but wonder about how he would go about drinking from you as he’s suggested doing numerous times. Would he be dominating and unforgiving when sinking his fangs into the most sensitive part of your neck? Lapping up the red liquid until your body started to become cold and numb, devouring you whole? Or would he take an intimate approach by lightly grazing your neck while pressing the heavy weight of his firm body into yours, taking what he wanted from you? Was there a hope that you wanted something more than just allowing the elf to drink from you? Until today you haven’t thought the sight of your blood on someone else’s lips could feel so erotic, but now you’re starting to have second thoughts…
You feel a sudden intrusion in your head, the feeling resembling a light headache. This leads you to shake your head from the thought of Astarion, feeling a slight wave of embarrassment and the warm feeling that had started to pool in your lower abdomen. You remind yourself there are much more important priorities at the top of your list, and having fantasies about your vampire spawn party member is not one of them.
Or at least one of the more important ones you think silently to yourself.
You’ve decided to spend the rest of the evening taking time alone and to yourself, waiting until nightfall for the rest of your companions to be tucked into their bedrolls and well into their sleep.
You open the flap to your tent, and as slowly and quietly as you can you sneak your way through the campsite, trying your best not to wake anyone.
You successfully make your way to the nearest stream of water after finessing yourself through dark and eerie woods, not being able to shake the feeling that eyes are watching every step you take. The excuse you made was telling yourself
You’re just a little overly worn out and exhausted, probably just paranoid from the lack of sleep
You choose to ignore the feeling, committed to a tranquil night all to yourself.
Before the water lays a large rock with a flat surface that allows you the perfect space to strip yourself completely of the blood and sweat-soaked layers of clothing you’ve been eager to get out of for much too long. The soiled fabric pools into a lump beside you as your form becomes naked to the cool air that hits your skin, forming goosebumps all along the surface. You finally take your much-needed dip, feeling some tension loosen from the achy parts of your body allowing yourself to melt into the warm body of water.
After taking some time scrubbing your body from the aftermath of battle and bloodshed, you take in your surroundings, still not being able to rid the feeling of being spectated by an unknown presence. You notice the air around you has become thick with fog, impairing your ability to see the environment surrounding you clearly- but not thick enough to veil the blood-red eyes peering out at you amongst the grove. This sight immediately snaps you out of anything that resembles comfort, promptly putting up your guard by sinking your body further into the water, wanting to hide out of alarm and bashfulness. The unwelcomed visitor takes a few steps forward, finally revealing a white head of curls and the usual look of cockiness Astarion is all too well known for.
“Oh darling, don't you dare get shy on me now, I was just starting to enjoy the show” He pouted through a wide grin, walking closer to the spot where your clothes lay.
Oh fuck.
You feel yourself becoming wide-eyed. You’re not sure if you should feel more at ease considering you’ve fought multiple battles and have been camping with Astarion for weeks on end, or if that's exactly the reason why you should feel more alarmed.
“A-astarion…why are you here? You scared the shit out of me” You say breathier than you intended, trying your best to cover yourself, flush with embarrassment.
With a smirk, he chuckles darkly, settling down to rest his elbows on his knees at the edge of the stream to take in an even better look at your vulnerable state.
“I couldn’t help but notice you sneaking off at such a late hour, trying so hard not to wake the others.” He tilts his head to the side, staring at you through his upper lids. “You should be thanking me, really. What if a horrible beast had gotten its claws on you, my love?”
Ironic coming from him, sporting his fangs in the moonlight looking like he’s just about to devour you whole.
You roll your eyes annoyed in response to his smugness. “I can assure you that you are the most dangerous creature in these woods, Astarion.” He dramatically fawns his hand over his head, tilting slightly backward.
“Ugh! Darling I’m hurt, you know I’d never drink from you without your permission...” He pauses, raking his eyes on your exposed glistening skin. “But you do want me too…don’t you?” He practically purrs the last few words, raising a brow as he captures you in his intense stare again.
You start to feel all of the blood in your body rush to your face and find yourself rubbing your sore thighs together, seeking any kind of relief from the sudden arousal that's rushed to your core.
Face flushed, all you can manage to do is scoff and roll your eyes while turning in the opposite direction, back now facing Astarion. There was no way in hells you were going to give in so easily, especially to someone so smug and full of themselves, even if your body was practically begging for it.
“Oh darling don’t be like that, you know I love teasing you” he let out with a small chuckle.
“And from what I can tell it seems like you love it too,” he muttered just loud enough for you to hear while grazing his eyes to your lower back.
He can’t help but take advantage of the new angle you’ve provided for him, now left feeling even more inclined to take a dip for himself, imagining what your wet soft skin would feel like under his touch, what you would sound like knowing that nobody else could hear…
With a sigh he follows you by removing his clothes carefully, allowing them to fall on top of the pile that you’ve made, then quickly making his way into the warm body of water.
After maintaining the self-control it took for you to not whip around to see Astarion undress, curiosity ultimately gets the best of you as you slowly turn around to see him slowly inching towards you, eyes borderline predatory.
Still somewhat uncomfortable with having your body be seen by anyone let alone Astarion, you continued to sink deeper into the water while resting your arms across your breasts ensuring that they were fully covered, afraid he might dislike what he sees and have second thoughts. Maybe you’re being too presumptuous though, maybe he really was just trying to get a rise out of you, taking enjoyment in seeing you get red with embarrassment, maybe even boosting his ego-
In one quick motion, he grabs the sides of your arms pulling you in close, almost being chest to chest if your arms weren’t serving as a barrier between your bodies the chill of his hands feeling being a stark contrast to the hot water. In shock by the sudden movement you look up, opening your mouth in protest “Astarion listen I don’t think-”
“Shhh, my love,” He brings himself down to level with you, his nose almost touching yours, feeling his breath slightly fan on your face. “I’ve seen you at your most vulnerable already. I’ve seen you bloody and beaten, on the brink of death. Do you really think I’d mind seeing you without a few layers on?”
It’s the first time you’ve ever heard a tone of genuineness in his voice, leading you to believe he was actually being serious. Still, though, you weren’t fully convinced, with the weight of your insecurity being greater than your arousal. At least for now…
He could see you weighing the choice of being vulnerable behind your eyes, and he was fully prepared to wait all night if he had to. He couldn’t resist the temptation of a meal when it was sitting right in front of him, but beyond that yearning, he wasn’t expecting this reaction from you at all. In fact, he found this new quality he didn’t know of to be…alluring to say the least.
He starts to slowly rub the sides of your arms, cautiously and moving slowly down the sides of your body, reaching the small of your waist, almost as if he pressed any harder you would shatter under his touch.
“Darling, I already know I’ll like what I see, just be a good girl and relax for me…” He mutters in a breathy sentence.
This hits you like a ton of bricks, the pet name instantly gives you full-body shivers while simultaneously making your entire body feel like it’s on fire.
With a whimper, you finally let your arms fall to your side exposing your breasts, then reach out to softly place your hands on his chest, allowing for an unspoken vulnerability.
You finally get yourself to look at him in the eyes with heavy lids and parted lips, gods he looks so much better than anything your mind could have conjured in your previous fantasies.
While taking in as much as he can of the newfound skin you’ve revealed, he takes the noise and movement you make as permission to finally act on desire, grappling with the last shreds of whatever control he has left.
He leans in close, making contact by grazing your ear and neck and pressing his body even further against yours, taking note of how soft your breasts felt against him, and taking a deep breath memorizing how sweet you smell.
Lips traveled down your body as he moaned softly, hand wandering up your body to squeeze and palm at your breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers, causing a surprised yelp.
You feel his lips spread into the shape of a grin across the skin of your torso, your reaction to his ministrations spurring him with a newfound urgency. You look down to be met with Astarion looking at you through heavy lids, lips pressing against your skin with more haste, scraping his fangs against the surface, but not enough to break the skin.
You don’t pull away, instead, the heat in the pit of your stomach grows hotter at the sight. You bring up your hands to cup the side of his face, thumbs slowly rubbing circles onto his cheeks, noticing the tinge of blush that spreads. “I wouldn’t mind you drinking from me, if that’s what all this is about my love.” The last few words were said in a teasing voice.
“Oh darling…” He purrs, peppering kisses across your chest, now tonguing and sucking at your skin, decorating your chest with purple marks while groping your breast. “You’re so awfully generous, but I had a little more in mind than drinking from you. Only if that’s okay with you of course” He says softly, trying to hide the desperation in his voice. “And it is okay with you…right?”
A surprised yelp leaves your mouth when Astarion pulls one of your nipples into his mouth, circling his tongue around the hardened skin while sucking harshly, all while grabbing your waist with a bruising grip. Astarion felt his control slipping—his careful composure beginning to unravel from each sound that left your lips. He’s done this with countless people, teasing and toying with their bodies. He usually let his mind float somewhere else when everything was said and done but still, something about the way you shivered under his touch, the way your body reacted so instinctively to him, ignited a deeper hunger.
He was enjoying himself far too much to just drink from you now.
Pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his lips curled into a smirk as he dragged a single, wet fingertip down the valley of your breasts still circling his tongue, watching the way your breath hitched. Your nipple leaves his mouth with a wet pop. “You’re trembling, darling,” he murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “Is it fear… or anticipation?”
Your lips parted, but before you could answer, he leaned in again, allowing his fangs to just barely graze your pulse point. Not biting, not yet. Just teasing. He let out a pleased hum as your hands gripped onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “Tsk, tsk,” he chuckled darkly. “So needy already. And here I thought you wanted to play hard to get.”
He pulled you even closer, feeling the warmth of your body pressed against his own, the contrast of your heat against his cool skin making his hunger all the more unbearable. His hands traced slow, deliberate paths down your sides, his fingers skimming just above the water’s surface, making the anticipation coil tightly within you.
“Tell me, my sweet,” he purred against your ear, his voice low and tantalizing, “how long have you fantasized about this? About me?”
Your body feels like it’s on fire now, any attempt at an answer is now completely forgotten
Your hesitation was all the answer he needed.
Astarion let out a low chuckle, trailing a path of slow, lingering kisses down your throat, savoring the way your pulse quickened beneath his lips. “Oh, don’t be shy now,” he murmured between kisses, “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention. So desperate to hide it, but darling, you forget—” He nipped at your throat, not enough to break the skin but enough to make you gasp. “I can smell your desire.” His hot wet tongue laps against the skin, sucking at your pulse point and hard enough to force a soft moan from your lips. “A-Astarion”
Your body betrayed you, pressing closer, seeking friction, seeking him. He took his time, reveling in your reactions, the way you trembled under his touch, the way your breath hitched with every ghost of contact. He wanted you to beg for it, to unravel completely in his grasp.
“Patience, love,” he cooed, dragging his fingers along your inner thigh, deliberately slow, teasing. “We have all night… and I plan to savor every second of you.”
While the warmth of the water was intoxicating, you were beginning to feel overwhelmed and bordering on uncomfortable from the intense heat radiating from your core, thighs starting to squirm together.
As if reading your thoughts, Astarion smirked, his hands gripping beneath your ass and thighs to hoist you up. A breathless gasp left your lips as he carried you effortlessly, wading through the water, his strength on full display. “I think we need to be somewhere more… sturdy for what I have in mind, what do you think hm?” he mused, groping the fat of your ass harder than before.
Your response comes out as a whine followed by quick nodding rather than a full sentence “mm hm I think that sounds good yeah.”
“I thought you’d say that” he lets out with a dark chuckle
He lifts you fully out of the water, the cool night air bit at your damp skin as he laid you down on the soft moss-covered bank, the world around you fading into darkness save for the glow of the moon and the heat in his gaze. Your heart pounded as he hovered above you, droplets of water trailing down the sharp lines of his body, his pale skin practically glowing in the dim light. The picture of licking the droplets of water making their way down his stomach filled your head, getting to touch the hardness of his body, your tongue exploring his wet skin, soft moans escaping from his lips-
Astarion’s smirk widened as his fingers traced lazy circles along your hip bone, his touch is featherlight—deliberately infuriating. He dipped his head, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he all but purred, “Oh, darling, you’re blushing, how cute. That must mean whatever you were imagining was positively filthy.”
His hand drifted lower, teasing your outer lips, never quite where you wanted him. “Let me guess,” he mused, his voice sultry, moving his dexterous fingers dangerously slow. “Were you thinking about stretching those pretty lips around me? About how I’d groan when you take me in, how I’d fist a hand in your hair and guide you—slow at first, then deep, until you’re choking on my cock?”
You feel your walls clenching around themselves, the feeling of nothing becoming more painful by the second. He laughed when he felt the sharp inhale of breath against his neck, delighting in your body's response.
“Or maybe,” he continued, his lips ghosting over your jaw, “you were imagining something even filthier. Something wetter, messier.”
Astarion’s fingers trailed lower, finally covering and dipping his finger in your slick, just barely brushing against your clit, but enough to make you jolt. His voice dropped to a sinful whisper. “Were you thinking about how I’d spread this gorgeous cunt apart? How I’d hold you down, keep you open, make you take every lick?”
You start to feel dizzy from his words, the image of coming on Astarions face making you grow wetter by the second.
His breath was hot against your skin, and you could feel the smirk on his lips as he kissed down your neck, down your chest, lower, lower— “Oh, love, I’d have you writhing, begging, thighs trembling against my shoulders.” His tongue flicked out, grazing your lower tummy before he nipped at the sensitive skin. “You’d be so sweet on my tongue, soaking my face, gripping my hair while I devour you.” You, again, clench around nothing at his words.
He chuckled darkly, lifting his gaze to meet yours, the hunger in his crimson eyes unmistakable. “And the best part? I wouldn’t stop until you’re sobbing for me, until you come for me, falling apart over and over again.” His fingers pressed just a little firmer against your now erect bud, resulting in a whine from your lips. “Would you beg for me, darling? Would you cry out my name while I make you come on my tongue?”
Astarion tilts your chin up with his fingers, his smirk turning almost feral. “Be a good girl and tell me,” he murmured, thumb brushing over your lower lip. “Or if you’re too shy to say it... perhaps I should just make you show me instead.”
Your breath came out in shallow, uneven pants, your body already thrumming with anticipation from his words alone. The way he looked at you—hungry, predatory, waiting—made your skin burn, made your thighs press together instinctively. But you knew he wouldn’t let you get away with that.
Astarion tilted his head, his smirk never wavering as his fingers continued their slow, torturous circles against your inner thigh. “Come now, darling,” he cooed, voice dripping with amusement. “Use your words.”
Your cheeks burned under his gaze, but you swallowed your nerves, your lips parting hesitantly. “I... I want you to...”
His hand stilled. Waiting.
Your heart pounded, a delicious mixture of embarrassment and desire knotting in your stomach. You knew exactly what he wanted—to hear you say it. To hear you beg. So you let your lashes flutter as you took a breath, purposefully softening your voice, making sure each word was drenched in need.
“Astarion...” You met his gaze, watching the flicker of something darker, something more desperate, flare in his crimson eyes. You wet your lips, dragging out the moment just long enough to watch his jaw tighten. And then—
“Eat my pussy... please.”
The shift in him was instantaneous. His grip on your thighs tightened, his entire body going rigid for half a second before a growl rumbled in his chest, low and dangerous. His smirk was gone, replaced by something far more primal.
He all but snarled, his finger finally dipping between your folds, groaning at the heat and wetness that greeted him. “And so fucking wet for me already.”
He dragged his finger through your slickness, spreading it, teasing, never quite giving you what you needed. “I should make you beg a little more,” he mused, voice dark with amusement. “But gods, how could I ever deny such a pretty little cunt?”
Without warning, he slipped a single finger inside, slow at first, feeling the way your walls clenched around him. “Fuck,” he murmured, sounding almost reverent. “You’re so tight, love. Gripping me like you never want me to leave.”
A second finger joined the first, stretching you, scissoring inside you as his thumb found your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles. He watched your face intently, drinking in every gasp, every flutter of your lashes, every tiny movement of your hips as you chased more friction.
“That’s it,” he crooned, his fingers curling just right, stroking against the spot that had you keening. “Taking me so well. I wonder... will you be able to take all of me?”
His words sent a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your thighs, and Astarion chuckled darkly, feeling the way you clenched around his fingers. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?” His lips ghosted over your inner thigh, fangs just barely scraping your skin. “Being told how perfectly your body was made for this?”
He pumped his fingers faster now, pushing you closer to that edge, teasing, tormenting—only to pull away entirely just before you could tip over.
You could’ve screamed out of frustration a strangled noise of protest left your lips, but Astarion only laughed, spreading you open wider beneath him. “Patience, darling,” he husked, breath hot against your soaked folds. “I’ve barely begun.”
Then, finally—finally—his mouth was on you, and all thoughts of teasing, of control, of anything but him, as he licks a fat stripe against you, moving from your opening to your clit, gathering your juices against his tongue.
Astarion groaned as he tasted you, the sound vibrating against your sensitive skin, making you whimper. “Gods,” he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at your cunt clenching around nothing in anticipation. His crimson eyes flickered up to meet yours, dark with hunger. “You taste divine, darling. How cruel of you to keep this from me for so long.”
He didn’t give you time to respond—not that you could, not when he dove back in, tongue flicking over your clit with practiced precision. He sucked and lapped at you like a man starved, alternating between slow, languid strokes and quick, teasing flicks that had your thighs trembling around his head.
But he wasn’t done.
A single finger slid back inside you, easily sinking into your soaked heat, curling just enough to brush against that sweet, devastating spot deep within. Astarion hummed in satisfaction as your walls clenched around him, a smirk curling against your skin. “So eager,” he murmured, adding another finger, stretching you open, working you in time with his mouth. “So fucking tight for me.”
His tongue circled your clit, lips wrapping around it as he sucked lightly, dragging a strangled moan from your throat. “That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice drenched in sinful amusement. “Be a good girl and let me hear you.”
He quickened his pace, fingers plunging deeper, fucking into you with perfect rhythm, each stroke deliberate, pushing you higher and higher. His mouth was relentless, tongue and lips working in tandem with his fingers, coaxing you closer to that delicious edge.
“You’re dripping for me,” he groaned between licks, his free hand holding down your thigh in place to keep you spread wide for him. “Fucking soaking my hand, my mouth—” He nipped at your clit just enough to make you jolt, before soothing the sting with his tongue.
Your breath hitched, body arching into him, chasing that pleasure, needing more. He chuckled against you, reveling in your desperation.
“Come on, darling,” he purred, fucking his fingers into you harder, assaulting the spot that threatens to push you over the edge, his tongue flicking over your swollen clit in quick, devastating strokes. “Come on my fingers for me. Let me feel you—taste you.”
And with one last perfect stroke—his fingers curling, his mouth sucking just right—your body shattered, pleasure crashing over you in a blinding wave. Your walls clamped around his fingers, your thighs trembling, cries of ecstasy spilling from your lips as he coaxed you through it, not relenting, not stopping, dragging every last aftershock from your spent body.
Astarion moaned against you, drinking in everything you gave him, letting his tongue lap up every drop of your release. He only pulled away when your body finally shuddered with oversensitivity, his lips glistening, his smirk utterly satisfied.
“Such a good girl,” he murmured, pressing a teasing kiss to your trembling inner thigh. “But we’re far from finished, love.”
You body trembled beneath him, aftershocks still fluttering through your limbs as you tried to catch your breath. You could still feel the ghost of his tongue on your clit, the ache of his fingers stretching you open, the wet mess between your thighs.
“I—I don’t know if I can take more,” you panted, voice shaky, wrecked.
Astarion, of course, only smirked at that, his crimson eyes gleaming with amusement. He dragged his fingers down your stomach, slow and deliberate, teasing. “Oh, but you can, darling. You will.” His lips brushed against your ear, voice dropping to a sinful whisper. “You’re already so desperate for it. I can feel it—the way you’re clenching, aching, just thinking about how I’ll feel inside you.”
Your breath hitched because he was right. Even spent and trembling, the hunger hadn’t dulled—it had only sharpened.
Then he pulled back slightly, just enough for you to see as he stroked himself, his cock standing thick and hard, glistening with your slick. Your eyes widened, nerves coiling in your stomach at the sight of him. He was big—thick enough that a flicker of doubt sparked in your mind. Could you even take all of him?
Astarion saw it—the hesitation in your eyes, the way your thighs instinctively pressed together. His smirk grew wicked. “Oh, is that uncertainty, love?” he teased, dragging the leaking tip of his cock along your soaked folds, pressing just enough to part them. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous.”
You swallowed hard, but your body betrayed you, arching toward him, craving the stretch despite the slight worry.
Astarion chuckled darkly. “No need to be shy, darling. I’ll make it fit.”
He pressed forward, just enough for the thick head of his cock to stretch you open, sinking in the barest inch. A guttural groan tore from his throat, his fingers tightening around your hips. “Fuck,” he hissed, pausing to savor the feeling. “You’re so fucking tight.”
Your walls clenched around him, sucking him deeper, and his breath hitched sharply. He gritted his teeth, restraining himself from slamming into you all at once. No, he wanted to savor this—to make you feel every inch of him splitting you open.
His lips curled into a wicked smirk as he pressed in another inch, then another, deliberately slow, stretching you, making you take all of him. “You feel fucking perfect,” he murmured, voice strained with pleasure. “Like you were made for me. A pretty little cunt meant to be filled—meant to take my cock.”
Your fingers dug into his shoulders, your body arching, overwhelmed by the delicious stretch, the way he filled you so completely.
Astarion let out a dark chuckle, watching your every reaction, reveling in how your body responded to him. “You like that, don’t you?” he teased, rolling his hips just enough to make you keen. “Like being stretched so full, stuffed with my cock?”
His thrusts deepened, growing harder, dragging pleasure through every nerve in your body, but then his pace slowed as his lips brushed against your throat, voice dropping to a dark whisper.
“Tell me, love,” he purred, fangs grazing your skin, “do you want me to drink from you before or while you’re coming?”
The question sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between your thighs. The thought of his fangs sinking in while you shattered around him—while you were helpless to anything but pleasure—made you tighten around him involuntarily.
Astarion groaned at the reaction, his fingers digging into your hips. “Oh, you like the thought of that, don’t you? Of coming undone while I feed from you? So debased.”
The mere thought made you clench around him, but another sensation began to build—a pressure deep inside you, something unfamiliar and overwhelming. Your body tensed, unsure, the feeling almost like—
“I—I feel like I have to—” You gasped, trying to pull away, confusion clouding your pleasure-drunk mind.
Astarion immediately pinned you down, his grip tightening. “Oh, no, you don’t,” he growled, his thrusts turning sharp, relentless. “You’re going to come for me.”
“I don’t—” You shook your head, the pressure unbearable, a mix of panic and pleasure twisting inside you.
Astarion’s smirk was wicked as he pressed his thumb to your clit, circling it with devastating precision. “You’re going to make a mess for me, darling,” he rasped, voice thick with hunger. “I can feel it—you're right there.”
His thrusts grew brutal, his fingers working you over until the pleasure snapped—until you shattered completely.
A cry tore from your throat as the pressure burst, pleasure cascading through you in overwhelming waves, your body shaking uncontrollably as liquid gushed from you, soaking the both of you.
Astarion groaned in pure delight, his pace stuttering at the feeling of you drenching him, the sight of you utterly wrecked beneath him. “Fuck—just like that,” he praised, watching your dazed, pleasure-drunk expression. “So fucking perfect. Gods, we’ll have to explore that little talent of yours later hm?” He chuckled darkly, rutting into you, dragging out your aftershocks. “We’ll have to make sure it happens again.”
Your body trembled, hovering on the edge of something devastating, something overwhelming, as Astarion’s pace turned brutal. His cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you, his fingers merciless against your clit, and that unbearable pressure inside you coiled tighter, tighter—
But then his voice—low, dark, utterly possessive—sent another wave of arousal surging through you.
“I’m going to drink from you,” he rasped against your throat, fangs just barely scraping your skin. “Right as you come. Right as I fill you up.”
Your breath hitched, your nails raking down his back at the sheer filth of it.
His thrusts turned erratic, desperate, like he was losing himself completely to the pleasure of you, like he couldn’t hold back any longer. “You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, voice thick with pleasure. “Like you were fucking made for me. Like your body was meant to be filled with my seed.”
A whimper tore from your throat, your body betraying you, clenching down so tightly around him that he cursed, the sound wrecked and desperate.
Astarion’s fangs grazed your throat again, lingering this time. “You want it, don’t you?” he taunted, his voice husky, dripping with hunger. “Want me to fuck a baby into you? Want to be full of me—marked by me?”
His filthy words sent you spiraling, the tension snapping so suddenly, so violently, that you barely had time to register the overwhelming pleasure crashing through you—
Before his fangs sank deep into your neck.
The pain barely registered past the pleasure consuming you. The sharp sting blended into the overwhelming bliss as your body seized around him, the unbearable pressure inside you finally releasing.
A choked, helpless cry tore from your throat as you gushed around him, the sensation foreign, so intense it nearly frightened you. Your body spasmed, the pleasure unlike anything you’d ever felt—
And Astarion groaned against your skin, drinking deep, sucking greedily as his hips stuttered, his cock throbbing violently inside you.
“Fuck,” he growled, his voice muffled against your throat. His grip tightened, fingers bruising as he pinned you down, driving himself as deep as he could go, chasing his own release.
His moans turned wrecked, desperate, breaking between ragged breaths and hungry gulps of your blood. “So good, love—so fucking tight—gods, I’m going to—”
He buried himself to the hilt, his whole body shuddering as he came with a guttural moan, hot, thick ropes of cum flooding you.
You gasped, body still trembling, still sensitive as you felt him pulse inside you, filling you so much that warmth trickled out around him.
Astarion pulled back slightly, panting, lips stained red, pupils blown wide with hunger and satisfaction. He looked absolutely ruined, his pale skin flushed, his body still twitching from the aftershocks of his release.
And yet, even as he caught his breath, his hand drifted down to your lower stomach, pressing lightly. “So much,” he murmured, sounding almost fascinated. He pushed in deeper, making sure not a drop of him was wasted. “You’re going to keep it all inside, aren’t you, love?” His lips curled into a satisfied smirk, his voice still thick with pleasure. “You’d look so pretty carrying our child.”
Your body clenched involuntarily, and Astarion groaned at the feeling, his cock twitching inside you.
“Oh?” he mused, a laugh escaping his lips. “You like the thought of that, don’t you?”
All you can manage to do in your fuck drunken state is give what could maybe be a nod, eyes still fluttering, trying to find any sense of grounding.
Heat flooded your face, and you opened your mouth to protest—but then he rolled his hips again, lazy and deliberate, dragging overstimulation through you.
“You do,” he purred, his smirk growing wicked. “You want to be full of me. Marked by me.”
His fingers trailed down to where you were still joined, dipping into the mess between your thighs before bringing them up, spreading his release between your folds.
Astarion leaned in, his breath hot against your ear, his voice dropping to a sinful whisper.
“Would you let me do it again, love? Fill you up until there’s no doubt who you belong to?”
Your breath hitched, body still trembling beneath him, completely wrecked—and yet, the thought of him taking you again, filling you up until you were overflowing with him, sent a fresh wave of arousal pooling between your thighs.
Your lips parted, and though your voice was barely above a whisper, the words came without hesitation.
“I’d love that.”
Astarion stilled above you for a moment before a slow, wicked grin spread across his face.
“Oh, my sweet girl,” he murmured, voice dark with promise, fingers tracing possessive circles against your hip. “I think I’ll have to make good on that very, very soon.”
He shifted slightly, still buried inside you, still unbearably hard.
“In fact,” he mused, nipping at your jaw, “why wait?”