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Astarion had developed an odd appetite.
Ascension had given him all he could want— power, weaving his way into any hold that gave him an edge. It allowed for such beautiful depravity; no one would want to resist someone of his status. The few people that were reluctant he could easily charm, as thankfully there were so few in the city that could resist such magic. It was rare he sought out a specific person. He had little care for others besides what they could provide him, even his previous adventuring party had its own influences to afford him by sticking around— but this was different.
The Lower City was one of his usual haunts. Most of the prey he sought out himself were more servants than meals, as he much preferred the least suspicious route. Bribing guards for the first few months had grown unreliable, and it was unsustainable to keep it forever. The evenings were always fun— he’d get used to the familiar faces around the taverns, see if they talk to anyone else of interest. Rumor was always entertaining, too; though harder to rely on for actual information. The recent “disappearances” being one such example. While not many, Astarion would overhear talk of a family member or acquaintance seeming to go out for a night on the town and “disappear.” He only kept eyes on it as he thought some of his new sires might be sloppy. If he needed to eliminate any, he wanted to know exactly who to punish.
When he saw a tiefling boy on the outer edges of the streets, sulking in the shadows and watching the clientele, of course he’d be intrigued. Was it some drunken father bringing a child they couldn’t be bothered to watch? Children weren’t the oddest sight in the city, but an odd sight to notice off in a secluded alley, for sure. He didn’t much care for it either way, but kept a good view in his line of sight— maybe they’d lead to a nice, easy meal. He noted one of the loners floating along, a human, disappearing into the alley. Possibly the father, but there was no real way to know besides checking himself. It was odd, though, seeing time pass with the new drink left abandoned, it made him curious. Astarion approached the dark street, careful to stay in the shadows as he peered down the restricting walls. It was quiet, besides two bodies on the floor— almost nice, if it wasn’t obvious the man was dead. A dagger was dug deep in his side at an odd angle, rough tears making it obvious there were many more wounds on the legs. Atop of him, the tiefling child, still very much alive, covered in blood. If Astarion didn’t see him digging into the man’s exposed skin, he’d assume it were his… but it seemed to be the opposite. A killer child. Things were always surprising in this city, at least.
Astarion was intrigued, keeping himself just out of sight as he watched him dig in like a wild beast into the flesh, claws digging into what little skin was left as he tore into exposed muscle. Such fervor in such a little frame! The clothes it wore were ill-fitting and dirty, despite the blood soaking into them. The smell alone would have usually warded him off, stinking of the shit and muck of the sewers. That at least gave him a likely explanation on why, if a child was in the sewers he wouldn’t be shocked cannibalism and murder were something they learned. The little thing’s eyes darted from its meal to the alley entrance, growls escaping after it took the time to breathe, and ripped the cloth of the human’s shirt, tearing the dagger from the skin and biting into the flesh.
The rabble outside of the tavern grew louder. A drunkard yelling at another, seeming to be goading a fight. Whatever it actually was about didn’t seem to matter, the noise forced the kid’s attention to the sound, blood and bits of flesh dripping from his maw. He got to his feet, shaking off like a dog as he grabbed the dagger and held it close to his hip. Astarion couldn’t read his face, watching as he simply made his way to the other end of the alley and slipped away. Leaving the body was shoddy work… but Astarion couldn’t fault him too much, quickly moving down the alley to keep sight of his unknowing prey. He was deathly curious about this boy, watching him from a distance go from shadow to shadow, ignored by the crowds outside. He never realized how much a kid could get away with, given he was practically covered in blood.
Astarion cringed as he stepped into the sewers, attempting to quietly keep up with him. He wasn’t a massive fan of the transformation ascending had offered him, but this was a rare case he’d prefer. He would rather the temporary shifting of bones than coming out smelling a mess— it would also be easier, granted he’d be a small creature. Hell, maybe he could’ve hitched a ride if the child wasn’t fond of dismembering bats, too. The thing seemed to race through the tunnels to his destination, not caring much for the filth besides what obstructed his path— maybe he should have transformed sooner, if he knew how he would have to chase after him.
They had been traveling a while, most likely deep in the depths of the sewers now, before the child stopped. He faced a large stone pillar, shaking his head and tussling the blonde locks between his ill-fitting horns before stepping towards the stone and presenting something Astarion couldn’t see to it. The stone started to slowly pull away, revealing a doorway-like entrance. Well, that must be where he lives…. He decided to stay back, making his way towards the sewer entrance of his palace. There was an interesting allure to that child, one that he wanted to harvest. Maybe he wouldn’t need any elaborate plans to catch his attention, if a nice sacrifice could do the job. There was bound to be a servant dumb enough to agree without thinking.
And Astarion had thought correctly, of course. Over the last few weeks he’d been watching, admittedly sloppily, the cute tiefling boy. Watching him leave that ‘home’ and wander the streets of Baldur’s Gate. He had a surprisingly simple life, it seemed. Midday, he would lounge around the city park, people-watching and attempting to lure wildlife that poked its head out. It was cute watching him seem so innocent, acting like every other child in the city. As if the two of them shared an unknown secret. No one paid him much mind— a few strangers approached to question the kid, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It gave Astarion odd feelings, a longing he hadn’t experienced before. There was a beautiful innocence that he needed control over, somehow uncorrupted by the murderous acts he committed.
The lure was a shot in the dark. Astarion didn’t know if the boy would want to kill so close to home, or even follow to the edge of the sewers. But he would have a nice prize, if it were to all go well. Thankfully, one of the newest servants gladly volunteered, most likely vying for his approval. It was a pathetic show, making him glad they would so easily volunteer their lives for such a low chance to be graced by his gifts. He patiently waited by the entrance to the palace after sending them off, letting his mind wander as his fodder probably went to their death. What could he do, truly? Raising the boy was an entertaining concept, he could be a perfect spawn… though keeping him a child forever could be problematic. Maybe having him grow up under his control, a murderer that would listen to his every command; that could be very useful indeed.
Though there were certainly… other desires. Much more hedonistic pleasures that would be satisfied in the short term. Astarion wouldn’t deny himself of those. He lusted after that boy more than he would like to admit.
He barely registered the screams, lost in his fantasy. The sound of success, as the screams faltered; Astarion walked towards the sound, smiling at the sight of the blood soaked boy, his dagger buried deep into his servant’s neck. “You make a rather easy mess to follow. Sloppy,” he purred, watching the boy’s gaze shoot to him, a flash of panic across his face. “I could have used the corpse, if you weren’t so… excessive,” Astarion slowly closed the distance between the two, watching the dagger twitch as he approached, the boy still silent. “… So, you take a life, but don’t talk to strangers. Your parents raised an interesting young man.”
“What d’you want?” The boy hissed out, his tail lashing behind him.
Astarion huffed. “I’m intrigued. What, you didn’t expect someone to find a body in the city?” The boy’s fingers tightened along his weapon, sizing Astarion up. Maybe he would make this easy.
“You don’t care. Haven’t done anything about the man.” He kicked the body, attempting to emphasize his point.
“I said I was intrigued. I don’t care that you do it. Why?”
“Because I can,” he said, body seeming tense as he spoke. Astarion waited, letting his hand fall to his side in anticipation. It would be adorable seeing him try to hurt him, even though it’d be futile. Astarion didn’t need to react when he leaped over the corpse, dagger raised high as he attempted to plunge it into his torso. He grabbed at the boy’s wrist, grinning at him as he lifted him and forced him to stand straight. “Good a reason as any, yes… child.” Gods, why couldn’t this be easy? Maybe he should have brought a scroll to read his thoughts. The kid growled, attempting to pull his wrist free to no avail. He scowled up at Astarion, baring his teeth in what he assumed to be an attempt at intimidation. “Do I have to take that dagger? I was going to offer you another body, but I can’t do that if I’m dead.” His face seemed to soften at the prospect, a bit of excitement in his gaze as he tilted his head in curiosity. “Alive?”
Astarion laughed, “yes, alive. No fun to you if they’re dead,” he could feel struggling against his grip still, “why?” The boy asked, his body still as he seemed to hang onto Astarion’s words. Just what he needed. “I think you have potential, murderer. Maybe I want to see how creative you can get,” It made little sense, but the ‘murderer’ seemed to catch his attention. “…. What do I have to do?”
Just as he planned.
“Hm… first of all, I can bring you to another, if you want. I have plenty to pick from at home… if you’re allowed.” Astarion let go of his wrist, watching as he let the dagger fall onto the stone below as he cradled it with his other hand, “I can go anywhere I want,” the child huffed, as if it were the most unbelievable thing in the world to be questioned on. “Well, if it makes it easier, I do have a spare bedroom, too… but we can decide that later. It’s not far.”
Astarion held out his hand for the child to take, which it did so eagerly. His hand was soft, just over half the size of Astarion’s, his fingers squeezed at his own, letting him guide with ease. Just the touch brought his thoughts back towards lust, the burning need to feel every inch of his flesh, to own him. He would have him soon. He just needed to wait a little while longer.
The boy marveled at the lower level, looking at every detail with wide eyes. It was as if he’d never seen decoration before. Maybe Astarion truly was giving him a better life. The two made it to the central room, the child looking at each of the servants scattered along the halls like a fresh meal. “What is your name, anyhow? I’d prefer not to address you as ‘boy,’” Astarion asked, pulling him along to one of the more secluded bedrooms above ground. He let go of the boy’s hand, letting him wander into the room himself. “Zarius,” he said, hesitantly approaching the bed and feeling the mattress with skepticism. Astarion sat on the other side, “Astarion,” he purred out, watching the boy push himself on the bed and sit down awkwardly, as if he hadn’t been on a bed before. “Well, Zarius… I could get someone from the halls for you, if you’re so thirsty for another.”
The boy seemed enamored with his surroundings, acknowledging Astarion’s offer with a sound before laying back and staring across the room. “What’s that?” He pointed to the wooden tub in the right corner of the room, staring at Astarion with curiosity. This child was more sheltered than he thought. “It’s… you clean yourself in there. Did you not have any?” He watched as Zarius climbed towards the right side of the bed, stretching himself as he moved, “Ours were bigger. Why is yours so small?”
“I don’t need a massive bath all to myself. These aren’t supposed to fit a lot of people.” Astarion questioned himself on where the hells this child could live. Maybe he should have followed him down. “Speaking of bathing… we should get that blood off of you,” He wondered if Cazador had any children’s clothes lying around, too. It would make it a lot easier than having to send someone out to get clothes. The ill-fitting rags he was wearing needed to be replaced, especially if he were to get clean. “Okay,” Zarius replied, his hands going to his clothes to undress himself on the bed.
Good to know he took suggestions so easily.
Astarion slowly moved closer to the boy, taking his shirt as it went over his shoulders. He didn’t seem to mind, simply moving onto his trousers, quickly discarding them and skipping off the bed, making his way towards the bath. “Give me a second, and I’ll warm it for you. It’s probably cold by now.” Astarion watched as he grabbed at the edge of the tub, pushing up on his heels to touch the water. Zarius let his hand sink in before pulling himself back, shaking the water off as he took a step back and looked at Astarion. He pulled off his own top, placing it atop the dresser as he used his other hand to take off his trousers and underwear, peeking at the little boy as he tidied them up. The boy was staring at him with interest, seeming to take his body in just as Astarion did to him.
He turned and leaned down, casting one of the simple spells he knew and testing the water with the tips of his fingers, turning his gaze back to Zarius. “Hot enough for you now?” He invited, watching him approach slowly, seemingly trying to replicate Astarion’s testing. “Thanks,” he said quietly, before giving a look around the body of the tub. Astarion smiled, “oh, I forgot about that… I can lift you in,” his heart raced at the idea of touching that soft, warm skin again. Maybe he should have thought about filling it more, too… that would give them a nice time. “Why aren’t there just stairs or something?” Zarius asked, walking towards Astarion as he did. “I don’t know. None of mine have them,” Astarion squatted down, putting his hands close to the boy’s back and under his thigh, “may I?”
“Mhm,” his response was quiet, his brow twitching slightly at the question, tail whipping in what Astarion guessed to be annoyance. Astarion sighed and scooped him up, feeling the overwhelming need bring itself further into his mind. Not now, he thought, slowly bringing Zarius’ small frame into the water, letting him get his bearings and stand on his own. He would get to ravage his prize in time— only a few preparations, first. Astarion watched Zarius as he turned to pick up the bar of soap, observing how he awkwardly sat down, his hands resting between his pelvis, teasing his wandering gaze, the way his tail seemed to still as it sunk into the water, the content smile on his face as he looked into the water. All waiting patiently for his touch, his command.
He kneeled beside Zarius, laying his hands on the boy's shoulders, letting the bar trace along his collarbone, feeling his body relax as Astarion did the work. The soap mixed with the blood coating his skin, causing it to streak along his chest as it fell, accentuating the small ridges that dotted his flesh. It looked pretty on his skin, just lighter than Astarion’s own. He leaned in as he focused on scrubbing the blood away— that was the most important point, after all; he didn’t want to just ogle the boy’s body— he thankfully didn’t seem to mind the extra force needed. Astarion’s free hand moved along his arm, tracing the limb with his fingers before he lifted his hand, making a sure attempt to cover every inch he could. Zarius was equally compliant, shifting along as soon as he attempted to manipulate his position. A low rumble emanated from his chest— faintly reminiscent of someone trying to purr. How cute.
Having a closer look at his body, Astarion realized just how young Zarius must be. Lifting his arms, there were small, thin dustings of hair along his armpit, barely noticeable if he hadn’t been scrutinizing every bit of his body; he couldn’t be more than eight by his face. As his washing traveled downwards, creeping towards his crotch, he realized just how small and frail he was; hand easily enclosing his thigh as he scrubbed along his skin, small waist twisting as he adjusted his leg. Astarion let his hand reach between the boy’s legs, no longer guarding his privates with his hands, carefully dragging the soap along his pelvis. He paused for a second, not feeling the cock he expected between his legs; instead feeling a dip of soft flesh where it would be. This boy kept showing him new, beautiful surprises. It explained the slightest curve of buds on that chest, too. Astarion let his fingers brush along the skin, tracing along Zarius’ labia as the bar of soap glided between his legs. He could feel the unconscious twitch against his hand as he rested his other hand along the side of his thigh; retreating to start scrubbing his backside as his index rubbed against his small clitoris, burning arousal in his abdomen hearing a small moan exit the boy’s throat.
“That feels funny…” Zarius groaned, moving his hips into Astarion’s touch. Astarion brought himself closer to him, inches away from his delicate neck, cradling the boy’s ass with his other hand. “Hm? How so?” His skin was hot under Astarion’s hands, hips squirming as he rubbed lazy circles with his thumb, easily encompassing the tiny cunt underneath. “Mhm… ‘s making my tummy feel weird.” His voice was whiny, as if his body craved to feel more— Astarion forced himself to breathe, calm himself— this boy was pliant in his hands, he would take him soon enough. “Isn’t it nice, Zarius? Maybe when I get your hair clean, I can continue…” his thumb pressed into Zarius’ pelvis, eliciting another whine of pleasure before he pulled his hand away, trailing it along the delicate flesh of his stomach and feeling Zarius lean into the touch eagerly. “Do it again after you’re done?” He asked, leaning back to look at Astarion, his eyes staring into Astarion’s own like a begging dog. “Ah… I can give you something even better.” Astarion purred, cupping the warm water in his hands and letting it soak into the boy’s curls.
Zarius pushed his head back into Astarion’s hands, leaning against the arm behind his back as he did. “Can you hold yourself up, dear?” He brought his hand up to support Zarius’ back, his fingers rubbing along his spine. He gave a sound of acknowledgment, idle, small hands moving back to support himself as Astarion cradled his head. “Good boy. Thank you,” Astarion was slow as he lowered Zarius into the water, carefully tilting him in his hands. He lifted him back up, petting his now soaking hair and his other hand went to grab the discarded soap, lathering it thick over his hair. His free hand interlaced Zarius’ locks, massaging his scalp with his fingertips. Another low, growl-like sound emitted from the boy's throat, a small smile teasing the edge of his lips— he seemed to be incredibly pleased by the attention. Astarion’s hands were slow as he cleaned, not wanting to let go of Zarius, even if for a moment. “Almost done. Just need to wet your hair again.” He rested his thumbs against his temple, bringing his head back down into the water, watching his eyes flutter before closing. Astarion’s fingers tangled into the blonde locks, letting the water soak into his hair before lifting him back out; combing his fingers from the middle of his scalp down to the shoulder-length curls, rubbing the boy’s shoulder. “Mhm… let me get something to dry you off,” Astarion brought himself closer, offering his arms out to Zarius, who gladly leaned into his touch. His hand cradled Zarius’ ass, feeling his tail attempt to wrap along his arm as his other cradled the boy’s chest as he lifted him out of the washtub, letting him get his footing as he sat him down.
He grabbed a towel sitting up on the dresser, turning back as he unfolded it and brought it against his head. It awkwardly hugged Zarius’ horns as he helped dry the boy’s hair, his small body shivering in the room’s air. He’d never thought of how he’d clean and dry a tiefling’s extremities before, it seemed tedious attempting to dry behind his horns… he seemed to be satisfied enough as he fluffed his hair and gave a quick rub down of his horns, letting his hands run down the slight curve before bringing the cloth away. Astarion brought himself down, bringing it to his shoulders and gently rubbing the cloth along the ridges dotting his skin, feeling the boy practically melt into his touch as he dried him off. His tail lazily swayed behind him as Astarion went down his spine, wrapping around to caress his abdomen. The cloth trailed between Zarius’ legs, going over his legs and trailing down his tail before moving between his ass, making his way towards the front of his pelvis and feeling the boy push against the towel as he pressed it against his pussy, feeling his breath hitch.
“Hm, I think you’re dry enough… How about you join me on the bed? Let’s give you that good feeling again.” Astarion said, letting the towel drop from Zarius’ legs and taking it into his arms, halfheartedly folding it up as Zarius walked towards him, reaching out a tiny hand to his own. His fingers easily encompassed his palm, Zarius’ eyes meeting his own as he nodded up at him. Astarion smiled at him, leading him to the double bed and placing his hand on the bed before sitting down himself; Zarius looked at him for a moment before boosting himself up, crawling towards the headboard and laying on his back along the middle of the bed. Against the dark red sheets, he contrasted beautifully— almost looking as if he were laying in a pool of blood, which wouldn’t seem far off to what he might actually enjoy. Though at least he had a taste for the more mundane pleasures. Astarion brought himself fully onto the bed, bringing himself over the boy’s small body and putting his hand on his waist. It fit so easily, the hipbone the perfect shape to manipulate with ease— Astarion’s other hand went to the boy’s chest, his thumb softly circling his nipple as Zarius looked at him with such trust behind those eyes. The boy trusted him, a stranger, so blindly. Oh, how he adored that innocence.
Astarion’s hand trailed down his hips, fingers brushing over his labia and resting in the crook of his small thighs. He watched Zarius hold his breath as his thumb traced around his cunt, eagerly awaiting his touch. His hips twitched as Astarion brought his finger to his tiny clit, whining out as Astarion used his other hand to hold the boy’s side, feeling his breathing get heavy under his fingers. “Does it still feel good, Zarius?” Astarion said, trying to ignore his own burning arousal. Just feeling his heartbeat made his loins ache; the need to bury himself deep inside the little boy burned his very being. “Mhm…” Zarius’ voice seemed strained, his face flushed as his body begged for more, heart pounding under Astarion’s touch as he put more pressure on his clit. “You’re being such a good boy. I could make you feel even better, you know.” His index probed between Zarius’ folds, brushing against his entrance. Gods, he wasn’t even old enough to produce any lubrication… his cock ached at the realization, breathily laughing to himself. “Can you— ah, please? Mister Astarion?” Zarius moaned, tail trembling as it rubbed against Astarion’s thigh. If only he could tease him more.
“Hm… soon. Just a little more.” Astarion said, pulling himself back, watching the boy squeeze his legs as the pressure on his cunt lifted. He moved himself back, leaning into Zarius’ small neck, his teeth teasing against the skin. Astarion’s hand wandered towards his chin, index tracing the soft lips and carefully pulling them apart. He moaned at the intrusion, lips closing around and suckling eagerly at the digit. His tongue pushed on Astarion’s finger, small hands going to hold onto Astarion’s arm. Astarion groaned, pressing a kiss to Zarius’ neck and pulling himself back, easing his hand away from his mouth and replacing it with his own. He could feel the boy’s surprise as his tongue pushed into his mouth, the hand cradling his cheek tightening as he felt the boy’s warmth. Zarius put up little resistance, letting Astarion explore his maw with ease, saliva drooling out of his half-opened lips; Astarion’s free hand wandered to his cunt, pressing against his clit as he pushed himself into the bed beneath them, groaning at the pressure against his cock.
Zarius’ thighs pressed against his hand, a muffled cry attempting to escape his lips as Astarion’s hand pressed against him.
Astarion pulled away with a growl, watching the boy gasp underneath him while his hand toyed with his labia, bringing his hand away and to his mouth, licking at his fingers and coating them in spit. His fingers quickly made their way to Zarius’ cunt, index slowly pushing its way inside the boy’s small entrance. Zarius keened at the touch, his hands grabbing Astarion’s sides as he slowly pushed the digit inside, feeling the tight walls push against the intrusion as the boy moaned under him. “Does it hurt?” Astarion whispered, his thumb rubbing against Zarius’ clit as he pushed into his hand, a tremble running through the little body below, “no—” he whined, cunt flexing around Astarion’s finger as he pulled back, another teasing against his entrance. “You’ll tell me if it hurts, will you? I don’t want a pretty boy like you in pain.”
Astarion’s fingers slipped inside of him again, his pussy attempting to push the thick intrusion out with little avail. He brought himself knuckle deep, leaning into Zarius’ body as his fingers curled into the boy’s g-spot, feeling the buck of his hips and a loud cry of pleasure as his walls pulsated under his fingers. Astarion moved his hand cradling the boy’s face, slowly trailing down his body, feeling the need for more under his skin as he grabbed his waist, burying himself into his nape and breathing in the sweat beginning to coat his body. “Good boy,” he growled, beginning to slowly thrust his fingers and feel Zarius begin to tremble under him. His body pushed into Astarion’s own, little claws digging into his skin as the boy attempted to speak, each attempt resulting in a cry of pleasure against him. “Shh… I’ve got you now,” he moaned out, bringing his cock flush with his hips, thrusting into his thigh. “Mhm… Daddy’s got you, baby,” Astarion could feel himself needing to give into his utter lust to devour the boy, to mark every inch as his. He had him now, in his grasp— he shouldn’t be denying himself such a fruitful prize when he had waited all this time to procure it. Even if Zarius wanted to resist him, he would easily be able to pull that thought away.
The little boy would give him sweet subservience, whether he wanted to or not.
“This’ll hurt a bit… I’ll make it as easy as I can,” Astarion’s fingers pulled out of Zarius’ cunt, feeling around the hole as it tightened, longing to be filled again with Astarion’s fingers, eagerly awaiting his cock just as much as he wanted to bury himself deep into his cunt. Zarius whined, the head of Astarion’s cock pushing against his labia as he pulled himself up. “What’re you doing…?” Zarius whined, using Astarion’s body as a grip to push himself up, looking down with curiosity. “Ah… well..” Astarion huffed, letting his hand rest at the base of his shaft, “my… privates feel good too, when you touch them. I figure we can both make each other happy, yes?” He rubbed his head between the boy’s folds, stroking the base of his cock as he saw Zarius’ eyes wander to it, a small sound of approval falling off of his lips. Astarion groaned feeling his cock push into the boy’s hole, the flesh gripping his head tight as it slid in, hips under him jolting at the feeling of fullness as he slid himself inside. “Mhm… ‘s a lot bigger…” Zarius whined, looking at Astarion with a slight wince of pain on his face. “I’ll be slow. It won’t hurt after a bit,” Astarion said, slowly thrusting his half-buried cock inside the boy. He already felt so tight, almost uncomfortably so, as if his body wanted Astarion to force his little cunt open for the taking. He barely thought the boy could take his entire cock, given he had to be deep in his pelvis. It made it all the more appealing.
“Just tell me when you can’t take it,” Astarion purred, putting both hands on Zarius’ hips and hoisting them up slightly, letting each thrust rock them in his grasp. He pressed a kiss against Zarius’ throat, his trachea moving under his lips as he made sounds of desperation under him, half-spoken cries of his name mixed in with moans of pleasure. His cunt desperately wanted to hold him deeper, attempting to pull him in as it was fucked open to accommodate his cock; and Astarion was more than happy to oblige. He pushed the boy’s hips down onto his cock, feeling the boy cry out in surprise and pure ecstasy as he bottomed out, his cock reaching deep into his insides, letting the pain and bliss blend together as his body adjusted against the thick cock buried inside the tiny thing. “You like it, don’t you?” Astarion moaned out, rolling his hips against Zarius’, feeling the walls around his cunt pulse as he gasped underneath him “mhm, you like daddy’s cock?” His teeth teased against the skin, the blood rushing underneath tempting his fangs, ready to be so easily broken and drank from. He brought himself away, only by a short distance, forcing himself to focus elsewhere— this boy needed to live. He wouldn’t waste someone that felt so intoxicating— he wouldn’t waste his child, would he? The thought brought him much more joy than he imagined, raising him as his own… being the boy's father, even as he was balls-deep inside of his pretty cunt, feeling him unravel with each thrust inside. It would give him more control. He could truly show him love.
He brought himself back to Zarius’ face, pressing a kiss to the boy’s cheek, feeling the heat under his touch, the tears teasing at his eyes as Astarion’s pace quickened. “Oh baby, I’m here— ah— get it all out,” he moved his left hand to support Zarius’ ass, quickly bringing his other hand to Zarius’ face and cupping his cheek. “You’re taking it so well,” he purred out, his thumb rubbing at his skin. Zarius leaned heavily into the touch, letting him wipe the tears out of his eyes as his hips gave way to Astarion’s manipulation, falling limp between Astarion’s thrusts to his insides. “Mhm… good,” Zarius whined out, voice raspy as he looked at Astarion through hazy, half-focused eyes. Astarion’s hand readjusted itself against his back, fingers brushing against the underside of the boy’s tail as his cock buried inside of him; forcing his back to arch in pleasure and rip him once again from words, his speech resorting to high cries of pleasure as Astarion fucked deep into him, careful to stimulate the sensitive skin below his fingers as his cock-head bored into his little cervix, desperate to fill the prepubescent womb with his seed.
Astarion needed to close the distance between the two, letting his lips press against the boy’s own once more, tongue easily slipping inside and filling the tiny maw as the two made pathetic attempts to speak. He wanted all of him, no inch of distance between them— Zarius had to be enveloped by his very being, protected by more than just his influence. Zarius’ hands tried to mimic his own, clumsily going to Astarion’s face, pushing just hard enough to be noticeable. It was cute; the clueless, desperate want to reciprocate his advance. Astarion’s fingers brought themselves into the boy’s hair, palm massaging his neck as his tongue ran across Zarius’ teeth, the small, sharp canines teasing against it, each breath the boy took making his teeth sink slightly into Astarion’s tongue. His maw was burning with warmth, begging to be invaded; another hole Astarion would adore to feel his cock sink into, if he wasn’t so focused on breeding his cunt like he deserved.
He could feel Zarius trembling like a leaf beneath him, his walls pushing as tight as possible against Astarion’s cock as the boy keened in orgasmic pleasure, falling back onto the mattress limply and breaking away from their kiss as he let it overtake his body. Astarion felt the boy’s body tremble even more, if possible, below him as he fucked him through the pleasure, determined to chase his own. “Feels good— ah, doesn’t it?” He groaned, his hand going back to Zarius’ small clit, feeling it tremble as he pushed against the nerves, “treat Daddy right and you’ll be okay, dear,” his thrusts erratic, feeling the rush of blood under his skin, the evolving need to breed, fill the boy with his seed and claim his womb as his own, his purpose was clear. Astarion growled as he buried himself deep into Zarius’ cunt, his semen easily filling the small hole and spilling out against the sheets, sliding down his pale flesh.
Astarion kept himself inside, feeling Zarius’ breathing start to slow, the scent of his sweat begging Astarion for more of him, crying out to be devoured all at once. He would be patient… he had to be. Minutes passed, the two simply catching their breath, before Astarion broke their silence. “You’ll stay with me, won’t you?” He whispered, pulling himself out of the boy— he could hear a whine of dissatisfaction— pain, even— in response, before he turned to grab Astarion and brought himself towards him, nuzzling gently against his chest as he put his thumb between his lips. Astarion again felt the longing from before, to truly protect him from the outside world— such an innocent thing, to be deflowered and yet seek such childish comforts after the act.
“Is that a yes?” Astarion’s voice was soft. He hadn’t felt the need to talk like this in ages.
The young Zarius nodded, looking up sleepily at his companion. At what Astarion hoped, his father. “Mhm… we can get some rest. You need that, I bet… we’ll decide afterwards. Rest, Zarius. I’m here.”
He would not give him up so easily, now. As Zarius hummed in apparent satisfaction, curling into Astarion’s torso, he knew what his next moves were. Protect this boy. He is your own, after all.