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The lick of poison

// Astarion x Named Fem!Tav

The spores burst into Naenia’s face, clouded her vision, and without thinking — she breathed them in. The first thing she felt was fear. The next thing she felt was warmth. Desire.

She grabbed Astarion, covered his nose and mouth with her hand, and warned him not to breathe. It was too late for her, but maybe he could be spared.

She hadn’t recognized the mushroom by sight. But now she recognized it by sensation. A powerful, and often deadly aphrodisiac. She had a long night ahead of her. If she were to survive . . .

18+ • NSFW • 4.9K words (1/1) • Read on AO3 (or below)

Tags: Sex Pollen, Fuck Or Die, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Consent Issues

“Remind me why we had to return to this vile place?” Astarion gestured to the halls of the Arcane Tower with a flourish.

“Timmask Spores and Tongue of Madness. For Omeluum,” Naenia said. “I’m certain I saw some here. We won’t be long.”

“Mm. Right.” Astarion followed close behind her. “And why did you decide to drag me along and not the wizard?”

She glanced over her shoulder and flashed him a smile. “What? Maybe I just enjoy your company?”

Astarion scoffed. “There’s always an ulterior motive with you. Which, in all honesty, I respect.”

“No ulterior motive this time, Astarion. I just thought it would be more efficient with just the two of us.”

“A shame. And here I was hoping you were looking for an excuse to get me all to yourself,” he teased.

Naenia laughed softly and spun around to face him. “There are easier ways for me to get you alone, Astarion. Besides, if I wanted something from you I’d just ask.”

Astarion locked his eyes with hers and stepped forward, closing the gap between them.

Naenia caught a glimpse of his fangs when he smiled. A perfectly composed smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Too perfect.

“Oh, but, darling, you do want something from me, don’t you?” Astarion stepped past her and Naenia’s body instinctively turned to continue facing him.

“What makes you think —”

He grabbed her hips and pushed her back, trapping her between his body and the cold wall.

“You can’t hide anything from me,” he purred. “Your heart gives you away. It’s always racing. In fact, it’s racing right now.”

Naenia stared up at him and licked her lips. “What could I possibly want from you?”

His grip on her hips tightened, fingers digging into her flesh. “Have you already forgotten, dear? I’ve been privy to your fantasies. I know exactly what you want.”

“And what exactly is that?”

Astarion trailed gentle kisses along her jawline and down to her neck. Naenia tilted her head to offer him more space.

He laughed, lips ghosting against her skin. “You want to be well, and truly taken.”

Naenia choked back a moan, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled his body closer to hers. “We really shouldn’t linger here. The others will worry.”

“Ah, I doubt it.” Astarion nipped at her neck and dragged his fangs across her skin. “If we’re too long they’ll just assume you’re on your knees for me.”

“Other way around, darling,” Naenia teased. “Surely they’d know that it’s you on your knees for me.” Naenia tried to roll her hips, but his grip kept her tight against the wall.

Astarion leaned back to meet her eyes. “I can be versatile. If that’s what you want?” He released his grip on her hips and in one quick, fluid motion he undid her pants.

Naenia smirked. “Oh, can you now?”

He nodded and gracefully dropped to his knees. He tugged her pants down ever so slightly, exposing her hips and some of her stomach.

This view of him was positively exquisite. Naenia bit down on her lower lip and watched as he pressed a soft kiss to her hip.

Her heart thrummed quickly against her chest. She knew he could hear it and wondered how it made him feel. He was right, her heart seemed to do that every time she looked at him lately.

She sighed and let her head fall back against the wall. She didn’t have time to bother with feelings. Not hers. Especially not his.

She could let him bring her to ecstasy time and time again, but it would only make things worse. She was falling for him, and that was completely unacceptable. Naenia had no room in her heart for love.

“Astarion,” she whispered his name and stared up at the ceiling.

He kissed his way across her body and to her other hip. He was starting to tug her pants down even further when she made the decision to stop him.

She grabbed his chin and tilted his head up to look at her. “As much as we’d both enjoy this, I do think we should focus on the task at hand.”

Weak. Bringing him here, alone, of all things was a mistake. He made her weak. What had she been thinking?

“Are you sure?” Astarion asked.

Naenia nodded. “Yes.”

He didn’t mask the hurt in his eyes — but it almost didn’t look real. Before the hurt, she’d seen a flash of something else in his expression — frustration and then fear? Naenia wasn’t sure what that meant.

Astarion stood, tugging her pants back up as he did. “Very well. Another time, eh?” He buttoned her pants and then took a step back. “So, where are these mushrooms we need to find?”

Naenia took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. “They should be somewhere over —”

Her eyes scanned the room until she found what she was looking for. “Yes. Right there.”

Naenia steadied herself before she leaned away from the wall and walked toward the mushrooms. She reached for the Tongue of Madness when something caught her eye.

It was a mushroom the likes of which she’d never seen before. Naenia was familiar with many species, but this one — this one she didn’t recognize.

“What’s wrong?” Astarion asked.

“Nothing. It’s just —”

It was the most beautiful mushroom she’d ever seen. Completely captivating.

Purple and violet danced across the skin. The edges of the cap were stamped with gold. The colors twisted and shimmered — almost like it was calling out to her.”

“It’s just what?” Astarion asked. He stood right behind her, but his voice was so distant.

Naenia knew she shouldn’t touch the mushroom, but she couldn’t help herself. She leaned in closer to get a better look. The colors continued to swirl.

She reached out towards the mushroom and as soon as her fingers graced the skin she knew she’d made a mistake.

It exploded.

Spores from the unfamiliar mushroom burst up into her face, clouded her vision, and without thinking — she breathed them in.

The first thing she felt was fear.

The next thing she felt was a rush of warmth as the spores infiltrated her lungs. Heat branched out through her body, followed by a pleasant buzzing.

She hadn’t recognized the mushroom by sight. But now she recognized it by sensation. She’d heard others call it Saranae’s Kiss. A powerful, and often deadly aphrodisiac.

Naenia spun on her heels, grabbed Astarion, and covered his mouth and nose with her hand. Maybe she was fast enough. Maybe he would be spared.

He curled his fingers around her wrist in protest and tried to pull her away, but she held steady.

“Don’t breathe,” Naenia hissed.

Astarion’s eyes narrowed.

Then she felt that familiar squirm in her head as their tadpoles formed a connection.

What about you?

“It’s too late for me,” Naenia said.

His concern was touching, if, a bit out of place. Her feelings for him ran deep, but she’d never admit that. And if he felt the same, he kept that to himself as well.

What was it?

She heard his question in her head but ignored it. Just another minute and the spores should settle and then —

Gods. Her skin burned. No, not just her skin, but everything just beneath it. That pleasant buzzing sensation had been replaced with more heat and the temperature was rapidly rising.

A fever was settling in. That shouldn’t happen this fast. She should have had more time.

But Astarion. He felt nice. Cold even. She leaned against him and got as close as she could with her hand still covering his mouth.

It wasn’t enough. Naenia stood on her tiptoes and pressed her forehead against his. She sighed and closed her eyes. His cold skin brought much-needed relief. She would kiss him if she didn’t have her hand firmly clasped against his mouth.

Ahem. Do you mind?

“Hm? What?” Naenia slowly opened her eyes.

I know I don’t need to breathe, but this is still unpleasant.

Too close. She was too close.

Naenia pulled away from him and looked around one final time to make sure the spores had dissipated. Once satisfied, she removed her hand from his face and took two steps back.

“Well? What was that?” Astarion asked.

Gods. He was just so beautiful, wasn’t he? She could admire him for hours. His angular features took her breath away, especially in the dim light of this tower.

Why had she told him to stop earlier? That was stupid. She imagined pushing him onto the floor and straddling him. She could use his body to chase her pleasure. Rutting against his thigh like a bitch in heat.

Was he still in her head? Could he hear all that? She tried to check, but her control over herself was weak. She couldn’t tell.

“Naenia. I asked you a question.”

Had he? Naenia couldn’t remember. She was too busy drifting into the memory of the night they’d shared. One night of life-changing sex. Now she wanted to beg him for more. He’d like that, wouldn’t he? He liked it when she begged.

“Naenia.” Her name was a warning. Astarion’s voice was sharp, pointed, angry.

Angry? Why was he angry? What had she done? She didn’t know. But she could make him happy. She knew how to do that. She was good at that.

Naenia brushed her hair to the side and tilted her head, exposing her neck to him. Surely he wouldn’t be angry if he was well-fed.

His eyes flitted to her neck, only momentarily before locking onto hers. She’d hoped for a bigger reaction.

“What’s happening to you?” he asked.

Oh. The mushroom. The spores. Poison. Oh, right. This was bad.

Her stomach lurched. For a second she was back in her body. Then she slipped back into her fantasies.

Naenia stepped closer to him. In a daze, she stroked his jawline with the back of her hand.

He snatched her wrist and pinned it to her side. That’s fine. She had two hands.

Her other hand tugged at the bottom of his shirt, loosening it so she could feel the cool skin hidden beneath the fabric.

That didn’t last long. Astarion grabbed that hand and pinned it to her side as well.

“Something is very, very wrong with you, darling,” Astarion said. “I need you to tell me what to do.” His voice remained even, low. She was used to flirting, a playful lilt. This was serious. The danger was real.

The fear in his eyes was enough to snap her out of the fog, at least for a moment. But escaping the fog came with a cost.

A sharp pain drove through her stomach. Ice cut through the fire that was burning her from the inside. Her body’s way of demanding she succumb to her desires.

“It’s the spores,” she said. “Do you feel any different?”

“Obviously it’s the spores. I’m not an idiot,” Astarion said. “I’m fine. Tell me what’s happening to you.”

Another wave of pain, this round nearly doubled her over. Astarion released her wrists and placed a hand on her hip and another on her shoulder to help her remain steady.

“I’ll get you to camp. Shadowheart, or Gale, they’ll be able to help.” There was a hint of disgust in his voice when he said Gale’s name.

Naenia shook her head. “No. There’s nothing they can do. What happens next — I don’t want them to see.”

“And what is it that happens next?” Astarion asked.

“The spores were toxic. An aphrodisiac. Incredibly rare. Fun at large parties in very small doses. Exploding in your face — well, I will spend the next few hours feverish, delusional, and insatiable. Orgasms will keep me alive.”

“I’m taking you to camp,” Astarion growled.

Desperation. Fear. Panic. “No. Please, Astarion. Please. I don’t want the others to see me like this. They’ll lose all respect for me.”

“That must be the delusions speaking, darling. We both know they lost all respect for you the night you came crawling to my bedroll.” Astarion started walking her toward the exit.

“Hilarious,” Naenia said. She didn’t have the energy for their usual banter. “Just tie me up here and leave me. I’ll get through this.”

“I’m not leaving you, Naenia. We’re going back to camp. Both of us,” Astarion said.

“Fine,” Naenia whimpered. Maybe it was the right decision.

She thought of her companions waiting at camp. Heat pooled between her legs. Yes, yes, camp was the right choice. Surely one of them would help bring her temperature down.

“Do you think Gale would fuck me?” Naenia asked, almost absentmindedly.

She was starting to drift again. Losing her mind to the desire burning under her skin.

“What?” Astarion growled.

“I know Lae’zel won’t. She would have, but she sees me as tainted after I let you have me. I’m certain Shadowheart is a good kisser, but I don’t think she’d fuck me. Not while I’m in this state. But, Gale. I might be able to convince him to fuck me. A pity fuck.”

“Is that what you want, Naenia? Do you want Gale to fuck you?” He sounded so angry again. Naenia liked that. Maybe he’d punish her.

“Would it make you jealous?” she asked.

“No.”

Naenia placed her hand on his chest and curled her fingers around the fabric of his shirt. “Then why did we stop walking?”

“I didn’t . . . We . . . Fine. We’ll stay here.”

“Thank you. Thank you,” she mumbled. Her vision started to swim. Her legs threatened to give out.

Astarion held her upright and shifted to look her directly in the eyes. She struggled to hold eye contact.

“Naenia. Stay with me. I need to know how bad this is going to get. You said orgasms will keep you alive. Will you need my help?”

Naenia tried to kiss him, but he leaned away from her. “Need. Want. Need. Want. Maybe, maybe not,” she mumbled incoherently.

Astarion sighed. “There was a bed. We’ll get you there.”

Then, her legs did give out. Astarion scooped her up with an amount of ease that surprised her. She threw her arms around his neck. “You would fuck me, right?”

“If that’s what you want.” Even through the fog, she could tell he didn’t sound like himself. It made her stomach hurt.

“Don’t want to die,” she whispered.

“You won’t die. I won’t let you,” Astarion said.

Then she blacked out.

***

Naenia came to her senses in a dusty bed, with one hand tied to the bedpost. She’d been stripped down to her underwear, which had been pushed halfway down her thighs. The hand that wasn’t tied to the bed was lying limp between her legs.

She had clearly been masturbating. Sweat clung to her body, her thighs were slick and sticky with desire.

Her limbs were heavy, her skin still burned. She had only vague memories of being dropped onto the bed, begging Astarion to tie her up — and then violent orgasms crashing over her. Pleasure and pain so tightly intertwined.

How long had it been since her last climax? Heat coiled up in her core like a snake prepared to strike. An unbearable tension.

Her fever was rising once again. She inhaled sharply and braced herself to continue. She found her clit with two fingers, but the moment she made contact she wretched and her body shuddered.

Oversensitive. Swollen. Wet. So fucking wet.

She managed a few slow, light circles around her clit, but it was too much. It hurt. Her hand was too hot. Her entire body was too hot.

Her underwear should come off. Yes. Yes, that would help. She began to squirm, trying to push her underwear off the rest of the way. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of Astarion.

How had she forgotten he was there? Just sitting in a chair just a few feet from the bed. Staring down at the floor. He should be so much closer. She needed him to be closer.

His fingers. Fuck. His fingers would feel so good against her clit, inside her. He was the solution.

“Astarion.” His name fell from her lips like a prayer. “I need your help.”

“What do you need?” Astarion asked. His voice low. On edge.

“I’m too hot. My underwear. I need them off. Please,” Naenia said with a whimper.

He lifted his gaze to meet hers. Something was wrong.

He shouldn’t be here. What had she been thinking? Asking him to watch over her like this? Selfish.

She pushed back against her desires and the shard of ice in her stomach lashed out, twisting, causing the most intense pain she’d ever felt in her life.

“Astarion. If this is —”

She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. Her heart beat out of control. She inhaled sharply and then tried to speak again. “If this is too much. You can go.”

It felt like an eternity before he spoke.

Naenia’s body moved, part of her trying to adjust to the pain — the other part trying to lure her back into the haze.

“It gets worse when you fight it, doesn’t it?” Astarion asked.

Naenia nodded. She struggled to remain lucid.

“Sex would help, yes?” Astarion asked.

Yes. Her body was furious. She didn’t just need sex, her body demanded it.

The pain was too much. She couldn’t get the words out. She could only nod.

Astarion could ease the stress, soothe her fever, and save her life. But knowing his past, how could she ask that of him?

For the first time in a long time, she felt true fear. She needed to orgasm to keep the fever down, but she couldn’t do it herself. It was all too much. She would certainly die if he didn’t help her.

“Do you need me?” Astarion asked.

Yes, please, Gods, yes. I need you, Astarion. Please. I want you to. But only if you want to. Only if it won’t hurt you. But those words wouldn’t come. Instead, all she managed was a small whimper and a final nod.

Astarion stood and walked to the edge of the bed. A thrill ran up her spine at the image of him towering over her.

“Touch yourself for me, Naenia.”

She swallowed thickly and stared up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “I’m so hot. My underwear. Take them off me, please.”

“You know that’s not why you’re hot, darling. Do this for me, and then I’ll help you. Understand?” He crouched down beside the bed and positioned his face just inches from hers. She squirmed, unable to move closer to him with her wrist tied to the bed.

Naenia sucked in a breath through clenched teeth and began running small circles around her clit.

“That’s it. That’s a good girl,” Astarion purred.

It didn’t take much to bring her to the cusp of another orgasm. Her toes curled, her muscles tensed as she leaned over the edge — and then her fingers stopped moving. “I can’t,” she whimpered. “I can’t do it.”

“Yes. Yes, you can. Let go. Come for me,” Astarion demanded.

She ground her teeth, threw her head back, and circled her swollen clit again — harder this time.

Her ministrations pulled a soft sob from her throat. She whimpered and squirmed. “I can’t.”

Then Astarion captured her mouth in a kiss so sweet and soft it made her head spin. The feel of him sent electric sparks across her body. Enough to help her over the edge.

She moaned up into his mouth. Her back arched and her body shook as she found her release. “F-fuck. Gods. Fuck. It hurts,” she whimpered.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Astarion whispered against her mouth. “You’re doing so good.”

When the orgasm passed she noted how much cooler she felt. How much easier it was to think.

She sank into the bed, exhausted. “H-how long before I have to go again?”

“Not long. I do believe you’re through the worst of it though,” Astarion said.

She took a deep breath and turned to meet his eyes. “I can’t do it myself anymore, Astarion. Please help me.”

“I will. I just need to know you’re okay with this. That it isn’t the poison talking.”

“I’m okay. I trust you. Just take care of me, please.” Naenia felt her mind start to slip again. Whether or not that was the truth was irrelevant. She just hoped it was enough to convince him.

“Okay,” Astarion said.

He wouldn’t meet her eyes anymore. He pulled her underwear off her body and dropped it to the floor. Then he crawled onto the bed, the old mattress groaned under his weight.

“Untie me?” Naenia asked.

He nodded and leaned across her to undo the fabric holding her wrist to the bed.

Naenia shifted on the bed, positioning herself directly underneath him. “Kiss me again, please? Like before?”

His lips found hers with saccharine reverence. Naenia wasn’t used to kisses that were so kind, gentle.

All the times she’d given into her most base desires had been rough, unforgiving — detached. She thought she preferred it that way. But this, this was nice.

Her body remained mostly limp, exhausted as they kissed. While the contact brought some relief, she could feel the heat twisting in her core again — demanding more.

“Astarion,” she whispered his name between kisses.

“I know. The fever’s returning,” he said.

She felt complete panic when he pulled away from her. He must have seen the panic in her eyes because he pressed his hands to her skin as he moved toward the foot of the bed.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just breathe,” he reassured her.

Naenia melted back into the mattress and closed her eyes. He dragged his hands along her sides, squeezed her hips, and then settled himself between her legs.

She watched with rapt attention as he placed one hand on her stomach to pin her to the bed.

“Ready, darling?” Astarion murmured. His other hand settled at the apex of her thighs.

Naenia nodded. Every time he lay his hands on her brought relief. She needed this.

He slid two fingers through her slick and entered her weeping cunt.

“Gods. Oh —”

Naenia panted, her chest heaving as the intrusion pulled a strangled moan from her throat. He was pure relief, but it wasn’t enough.

“That’s a good girl,” Astarion cooed.

As if sensing her need he slid a third finger in and curled them. He worked his fingers in and out of her in slow, thoughtful motions.

Her breaths came in ragged, hot bursts as she drew closer to another orgasm. Her clit throbbed and begged for attention. She used what little strength she had left, groaning as she found her clit with two fingers.

Astarion pulled out of her. Fear. She began to reach for his hand. He couldn’t stop. It would hurt if he stopped. “Please —”

“Hush, dear. Let me take care of you,” he murmured. He kissed her stomach before he settled further down on the mattress and nestled his face between her thighs.

“Oh —”

Naenia moaned and rolled her hips up against his face. He licked up through her slit, tongue teasing her entrance before moving up and settling on her clit. He found the perfect pace -- sucking and licking — pulling her right up to the edge.

Then his fingers entered her again. No warning this time. She cried out, back arching as bliss and agony danced over every inch of her worn-out body.

She carded her fingers through Astarion’s hair and felt him moan against her cunt. “I’m close,” she whimpered. “Don’t stop.”

She ran her fingers through his hair again. This was normally when she would grab, pull, demand — but not this time. Now she just wanted to feel him. Her heart ached in an unfamiliar way.

Her orgasm claimed her. Unforgiving. Her expression twisted into one of agony, her body shook and trembled with desperate ecstasy. Wave after wave of pleasure and pain crashed over her.

Astarion continued his work with absolute devotion. He carried her through not one, not two, not three —

Naenia lost count after three orgasms. Tears welled in her eyes and burned as they rolled down her face. “Please —”

Please stop. Is what she wanted to say. But somewhere, the logical side of her knew he couldn’t. Her fever hadn’t broken. The more times he brought her to the edge and sent her crashing over the safer she would be.

Finally, when Naenia knew she could take no more — he stopped to look up at her. She met his eyes, dizzy and disoriented. His chin and lips were wet with her slick.

“One more, Naenia. I need you to come again for me.” He curled his fingers again.

“No,” she whimpered. “Please. No. I can’t. Please.”

He pushed his fingers deeper inside of her and continued his slow, agonizing rhythm.

“Yes. You can and you will,” he murmured.

Naenia shook her head, looking at him with wide, pleading eyes. “It’s too much. It’s all too much.”

She tried to squirm away from him, but he kept her pressed against the mattress. She was too weak to fight him.

“Please. Please, no more. I can’t. I don’t want to —”

Pain flashed across his face. True pain. “I’m sorry,” Astarion murmured before his mouth found her clit again.

Naenia thought she’d experienced the most violent orgasm of her life earlier in the night. She was wrong.

This one shook her to her core. Blinded her. She came screaming his name, clenched around his fingers. Her body twitched and spasmed. Ecstasy and agony battled for superiority.

Then, for the second time that night, she blacked out.

***

This time, when Naenia came to she was still naked, sweaty — but she was being held tight in Astarion’s arms. His fingers traced lazy circles on her shoulder.

“Astarion.” She stumbled over his name. Her throat raw from screaming, body still so fucking weak. Her mind though, at least that was clear.

She turned her head and met his eyes. He was watching her with so much concern. It felt — strange. “I need water,” she rasped.

He pressed a kiss to her temple and slipped her out of his arms. If she wasn’t so tired, she might have found it odd that he was still fully clothed after everything.

He found his bag and dug out water for her. She had just enough energy to take it from him. She downed a few slow, careful sips and then handed it back. That’s when she noticed his erection straining against his pants.

“Ah, that. Don’t worry your pretty little head about that,” he said. Astarion put the water down on the floor. “It should resolve itself soon.”

“Fuck me,” she whispered. Naenia didn’t want to come again. But she wanted to feel him. Needed him inside her.

Astarion furrowed his brow. “Your fever is gone. Do you still —”

“I’m fine,” Naenia whispered. “I’m me. I just want to feel you.”

She watched with quiet approval as he removed his pants and underwear, freeing his cock. His shirt stayed on as he crawled over her.

He pressed a kiss to her stomach, her chest, and the top of her breast before nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

“Are you sure?” Astarion whispered into her ear.

Naenia nodded. “I want to. Do you want to?”

“Yes.” Astarion ghosted kisses across her neck as his hips settled over hers.

“Astarion?” she whispered his name shyly. So unlike her.

“Yes?” He kissed her jaw and then pressed himself up to meet her eyes.

“Will you kiss me? Like you did before.” She trembled with anticipation, heart racing. Only calming when his lips met hers. He captivated her with practiced kisses so calm, and sweet.

“Fuck me, Astarion,” she pleaded.

He obliged. His cock entered her slowly, stretching her out in the most delicious way.

Astarion moaned into her mouth as he set a slow, languid pace. “Is this okay?” he whispered.

“Yes. Yes. It’s perfect,” she hummed.

She placed her hands on either side of his face, cradling him as gently as he had held her before.

Naenia didn’t do gentle sex. So, that on its own was a strange sensation. But even stranger than that was getting fucked and not chasing her own release.

She couldn’t come again, even if she wanted to. All she could do was feel him, inside her, on top of her — and breathe him in.

It almost made the agony worth it. She wondered if she’d ever experience anything like this again.

Astarion nipped at her lower lip and pressed a final kiss to her lips. “Naenia. I’m close. Where do you want me?”

“Inside,” she whispered, letting her hands fall away from his face.

The pace quickened, and then his hips stuttered. Astarion pressed his face into the crook of her neck. Almost instinctively she wrapped her arms around him, holding him so close as he found his release inside her.

He groaned against her hot skin. She loosely ran her fingers through his hair, cradling the back of his head. There was that unfamiliar ache again in her chest. She didn’t like that feeling, but she liked this.

Slow movements. He pulled out and collapsed on his side next to her. Naenia turned her head to study him.

Naenia often found people easy to read, but not him. Astarion kept so much hidden behind that mask of his. It rarely broke, and when it did, she could only catch glimpses of truths she couldn’t quite understand.

What Naenia said next. She hadn’t meant to say it out loud. “Is this what people in love feel like all the time?”

Astarion studied her face. “I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Me neither.”

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Beg like you need it

// Astarion x Gale x Tessa (Fem!Tav)

Astarion, Tessa, and Gale were tossed in jail. They're definitely innocent. Astarion and Tessa share a cell -- Gale is locked up on the other side of a brick wall.

The three of them have nothing to do but wait for Minsc to come find them.

And that could take awhile . . .

Astarion has some ideas on how to pass the time. He doesn't mind if Gale listens. But, if the wizard wants to use their little tadpole friends to watch, well, he'll have to beg.

18+ • NSFW • 5.5K words (1/1) • Read on AO3 (or below)

Tags: Smut, Cuckolding, Inappropriate use of tadpole, Voyeurism, Vaginal sex, Vaginal fingering, Light bondage, Blindfolds, A little bit gay (not gay enough tho imo)

Gale glanced around the room as if expecting another guard to arrive at any moment. “I don’t believe resorting to violence was necessary in this particular instance.”

Astarion stared longingly at the blood on his dagger, almost as if considering licking it. He wiped it off on the guard’s sleeve instead. “Don’t be so wet behind the ears.”

“What’s done is done. I’ll check for anything worth taking.” Tessa bent down near the body and began rummaging through his pockets. “Only three gold.”

“You don’t suppose his family will want that? It’s not like we’re exactly in need after our misappropriation of Counting House funds. . .”

“Our what?” Tessa continued digging through the guard’s pockets.

“Misappropriate. Dishonestly or unfairly take something, especially money, belonging to another for one's own use,” Gale said.

Tessa sat back on her knees and looked up at Gale. “I love it when you use big words, babe.”

Astarion leaned against the wall, his eyes on Tessa, and huffed out a soft laugh. “She’s being sarcastic, Gale. In case you missed that.”

“It’s not sarcasm. I like learning. Sometimes. But, anyway. Gale, if it will make you feel better about this . . .” She gestured vaguely at the dead guard. “I’ll put some of our gold in his pockets. How much does a funeral cost these days?”

Tessa was actually in the middle of stuffing a handful of gold from her bag into the guard’s pocket when four more guards walked into the room.

“Shit.” Astarion tossed Tessa a glance, daggers at the ready, waiting for her to approve the next attack.

Tessa looked from Astarion to Gale, who now looked particularly glib. A word she’d recently learned from him.

Tessa stood and stepped away from the body. “We can explain . . .”

They could not explain.

In an effort to appease Gale and avoid further bloodshed, the three of them were dragged off to jail.

Tessa leaned against the bars of her jail cell, one she had the misfortune of sharing with Astarion. “How long before Minsc finds us?” She’d already tried — and failed — to rip the door off.

“We should find our own way out of this. Or settle in for the night,” Gale said from the other side of a brick wall.

“Oh, please,” Astarion said as he eased up next to Tessa. “I’ll have us out of here before you can — eh, you finish that sentence for me, Gale. I’ll get to work.”

Tessa gasped in surprise as Astarion slid his open hand up the back of her neck and into her hair. “Astarion — wha —”

Astarion tugged her head back and locked eyes with her. Tessa’s heart slammed against her chest, she knew he could hear it, and she hated that it gave her away.

“This will only take a moment,” he said with a smirk. Astarion held her in place, his grip tightening. He reached into her hair with his other hand. With two dexterous fingers, he plucked a single lock pick from her wild curls and twirled it in front of her face.

“What the fuck, Astarion? How long has that been there?” Tessa untangled herself from his hand and pushed him away.

“Don’t be ungrateful, darling,” Astarion teased.

“Tessa? What’s going on?” Gale asked.

“If Astarion doesn’t fuck this up we’ll be out of here before Minsc even realizes we’re missing,” Tessa said.

Gale sighed. “Ah. That is a relief. A great relief indeed.”

Astarion reached through the bars and started fiddling with the lock.

Tessa watched Astarion work and decided to take a shot at trying to make him just as flustered as he’d made her. “Yeah. A relief. I was worried we’d have to resort to more erotic forms of entertainment to get us through the night.”

The lock clicked open.

No? Fuck.

That wasn’t the lock.

“Tell me I didn’t just hear our only lock pick breaking,” Tessa said.

Astarion stepped away from the jail door. “You didn’t just hear our only lock pick breaking.”

“That’s great. You have another one?” Tessa ran her fingers through her hair, trying to find out what else Astarion had stashed in there.

Astarion tossed the broken lock pick onto the floor of the cell. “No.”

“Then why did you say that?”

“Because you told me to,” he said.

“Fuck.” Tessa shook out her hair, just to be sure. Nothing.

“What’s going on now?” Gale asked.

“Our escape plan failed. We’re stuck here,” Tessa said.

Two long strides were all it took and Astarion was invading her space again, smiling down at her with that sly, fanged, grin of his. “So, about those more erotic forms of entertainment, you mentioned . . .”

Tessa’s breath caught in her throat. Her chest and face suddenly felt so warm. Was she blushing? Fuck. “Ah, it was just a joke.”

Astarion pushed forward, a predatory glint in his eyes. Tessa stumbled until her back hit the brick wall that separated them from Gale.

“You’re too close, Astarion,” Tessa whispered. Her breaths came in hot, uneven gasps now.

“Am I?” Astarion placed his hands on either side of her head, enclosing her. His breath ghosted across her lips. He smelled like wine — and blood. Why was that so hot?

“What’s going on? Why are you so quiet?” Gale asked.

Astarion towered over her. Had it always been so warm in here? The smell of him enveloped her now. Astarion leaned forward, his lips nearly brushing against hers as he whispered, “Yes, Tessa. What’s going on?”

Tessa’s body reacted before she had time to process exactly what was happening. She jolted back, slamming her head against the brick wall.

“What was that? Are you okay? Someone speak to me,” Gale said.

Astarion laughed softly and pulled away. “I have a proposition for you. Both of you.”

Tessa somehow managed to hear Astarion’s voice over the sound of her own heartbeat pounding away in her ears. “Oh?”

“Don’t be coy now,” Astarion purred. “You two aren’t as discreet as you think. I’ve heard you talking about me.”

“What exactly have you heard?” Gale asked.

“Enough. Just know that I’m very interested,” Astarion said.

Did he just? Is he for real? Tessa stared up at him, searching his face for any hint of doubt. “Really? What happened to not being interested in a love triangle with Gale?”

“Don’t ruin the moment, darling,” Astarion’s lip curled up in disgust. “It’s not a love triangle. It’s sex. Surely that’s something we can all agree on? Besides, I’m ready to start . . . exploring again. And why not with someone I trust?”

Tessa’s breath hitched. “That’s good enough for me.”

“Good.” Astarion tapped Tessa’s lips with two fingers. “Gale?”

Astarion didn’t wait for a response, he nudged Tessa’s thighs apart with his leg — she rolled her hips, grinding against him.

Tessa bit back a moan. There was that telltale squirming in her brain. Gale wanted in. She let him.

There was no holding back the torrent of arousal that slammed into him. Gale watched through her eyes as Astarion stared down at her — pupils blown wide.

If she had any apprehension, that faded when she felt Gale’s excitement mingle with hers.

Tessa reached out to him through their shared connection.

Is this really happening?

It appears so.

And you’re okay with this, Gale?

I have made my feelings clear. It is something I have a . . . particular interest . . . in experiencing. Do you want this?

Yes. Very much.

Then far be it from me to prevent our . . . shared pleasure. Just . . .

Anything, Gale. What is it?

Just keep the connection between us. I want to experience this through you.

Tessa bit down on her lower lip and smiled.

“Are you two lovebirds finished with your little chat?” Astarion asked.

“Yes,” Tessa said.

“Yes, you’re done? Or, yes —”

“Yes,” Tessa said again, nodding this time.

Astarion’s smile widened. “Then what are we waiting for?”

Waiting? There would be no more of that. Tessa grabbed the front of Astarion’s shirt with two hands and pulled him down to her level, crashing her lips against his. It wasn’t the first time they kissed, and she’d learned the hard way how to avoid slicing herself open on his fangs.

This though, this was new. There was something deeply thrilling about kissing Astarion while Gale was inside her head — he found it deeply thrilling too. Tessa rolled her hips again, frantically grinding herself against his thigh.

“F-fuck,” she whimpered. Tessa squeezed her eyes shut and bit back another moan.

Astarion pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead against hers, laughing softly. Tessa continued to grind against him, her hands squished between their bodies as she clung to his shirt.

“Open your eyes, Tessa,” Astarion demanded.

She did as she was told. She trembled with anticipation as Astarion searched her face. He wasn’t looking at her though, he was looking for Gale.

His next words came out as smooth as velvet. “Is she always so needy, Gale? Or is this just all for me?” Astarion hooked a finger in Tessa’s leggings and tugged lightly, eliciting a moan from her. “If you want me to continue, you’ll have to answer the question, Gale. And there is a right answer . . .”

Tessa saw through Gale’s eyes. His forehead was pressed against the cool brick wall — mirroring how she stood with Astarion.

Gale was right behind her. If only he was in the cell with them too, but . . . well.

Please, Gale. If you want — I —

“Just for you, Astarion,” Gale’s voice was low and rough.

Tessa felt jealousy curl up in her core, stoking the flames of her arousal. She quickly realized it wasn’t her jealousy — it was Gale’s. And he loved this.

“Good.” Astarion raised his hand and pressed two fingers into Tessa’s mouth. He thrust his fingers in past two knuckles. She opened up so easily for him and began to suck.

“What a good girl,” he purred. Astarion removed his fingers from her mouth with a lewd pop.

“Shall we find out just how wet she is for me, Gale?” His hand found its way beneath her underwear — but not far enough down.

Tessa stared up at him with wide eyes, wishing he would just fucking touch her properly already.

“Answer me, Gale,” Astarion said.

Gale already knew how wet she was. He knew the same way she could feel how hard he was. “Y-yes,” Gale said.

In one fluid motion, Astarion pushed his hand down and drove two fingers into her warm cunt. Tessa’s knees buckled, she would have collapsed if Astarion wasn’t holding her up against the wall.

“Oh, gods, fuck,” Tessa whimpered, melting into him.

“You’re such a good girl. So fucking wet for me and we’ve only just begun.” Astarion fucked her slowly, easing his fingers in and out of her with a level of grace that only he could manage.

“Tell me, darling. How many times have you imagined me inside you?” Astarion curled his fingers, hitting that perfect spot. “Actually. Don’t tell me. Tell Gale.”

Tessa could hardly catch her breath. “Every day,” she whimpered.

“Even when it’s him?” Astarion nipped at her jaw.

“Y-yes,” Tessa said as she tried to fuck herself down further on Astarion’s fingers. “Y-yes, even then.”

A strangled noise escaped Tessa’s lips, something between a moan and a whimper as Astarion pulled away. He didn’t neglect her though, those two fingers moved to stroke her clit instead.

“How does that make you feel, Gale? Knowing that she wants me so badly she pictures me when you’re inside her?”

Tessa felt Gale’s pleasure move through her. She saw what he saw. He fisted his own cock, stroking himself slowly — drawing this out. “J-jealous.”

“Try again,” Astarion said. He continued to rub that little bundle of nerves, offering just the right amount of pressure.

Gale grunted. “H-humiliated.”

“Hmm. Anything else?” Astarion was perfectly composed as Tessa writhed beneath him.

“Turned on,” Gale said.

“You want to watch me fuck her. Don’t you, Gale?” Astarion buried his fingers in Tessa’s cunt a second time.

“Yes,” Gale said.

This time, when she moaned, she didn’t try to muffle the sound. “F-fuck, Astarion,” she whimpered. “That — fuck — that feels so good.”

Without warning, Astarion removed his hand from Tessa’s underwear and stepped back. She put all of her weight on that brick wall, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Tessa — and Gale through her eyes — watched as Astarion popped his fingers into his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned around them as he lapped up her desire.

“We like that,” Tessa groaned.

Gale brushed his thumb over the tip of his cock and the sensation sent a new wave of pleasure through Tessa’s body.

“Mm.” Astarion removed his fingers. “I’m sure you do.”

Tessa stared up at him expectantly.

“You look positively flushed, dear. Perhaps we should remove some of those clothes?” Astarion was back in her space again. “What do you think, Gale?”

Tessa heard Gale’s voice in her head.

Are you still enjoying this?

How kind of him. He knew the answer. He could feel everything she felt, but he still took time to check.

Yes. Are you?

Gale growled out something that Tessa believed was a yes. It was enough to satisfy her — and Astarion.

Tessa’s shirt was the first to go. Then her bra. Astarion tossed them onto the floor by their feet. Then everything below her waist came off in one swift motion. She kicked them to the side.

Astarion kissed her, gently now. His hands wandered across her sides, stomach, and hips. His fingers pried the heat from her skin like a soothing balm.

Gale moaned from the other side of the wall. Tessa felt him squirming as phantom fingertips moved from her skin to his.

“That feels so nice, Astarion,” Tessa whimpered.

He trailed his fingertips over her shoulders and down her arms, every movement sweet and slow.

“You’re so good for me, Tessa. Good girls get rewarded. Do you want your reward?”

Tessa nodded vigorously. “Yes. Yes, please. Yes —”

Astarion grabbed her wrists and yanked her toward the bars of their cell.

Tessa gasped, stumbling along with him until her bare ass was pressed against the cool metal bars.

Astarion raised her hands above her head. He curled her fingers around the bars. “Do you think you can keep your hands there?”

Before Tessa could answer, Astarion plunged two fingers into her mouth. She gagged this time.

Once she found her composure, she swirled her tongue around his fingers and sucked.

“It seems she’s a little preoccupied. Gale, what do you think? Shall we tie her up?” Astarion slid his fingers in and out of her mouth, the same pace he’d used between her legs. The feeling went straight to her cunt.

“Yes,” Gale whimpered.

Astarion popped his fingers out of her mouth and traced her lips, wetting them with her spittle, before he stepped away. Tessa watched, chest heaving, lips parted softly as Astarion glanced around the room.

His eyes settled on her bra. He picked it up and gave the material a stretch. “This should do.” Astarion pressed into her space again and tied her wrists to the jail bars.

Astarion’s neck was so close to her face. She watched as beads of sweat rolled down his cheek, over his jaw, and along his neck.

Tessa felt the overwhelming urge to lick him — it hadn’t been her idea though. It came from Gale. Who was she to deny him this pleasure?

Tessa leaned forward and ran the flat of her tongue along Astarion’s neck, licking up the salty droplets. Then, before he could move, she gave him a playful nip — not hard enough to break the skin.

Astarion tightened the bra to her wrists with a final yank and then pulled away from her. “Ah, ah, watch it, darling. We ask before we bite,” he teased.

Tessa pulled her wrists gently against the fabric. This would be a true test of her fortitude. It would be incredibly easy to rip through these bonds.

Then Tessa experienced something absolutely delightful. She felt Gale wonder what it would be like to be bitten. That feeling also went straight to her cunt — and Gale’s cock.

“Why don’t you bite me then?”

Astarion ran his tongue over his canines and smiled. “Perhaps. Only if you tell me whose idea that was?”

Astarion stood far enough away now that Tessa could drink in his figure. He was, unfortunately, still completely clothed but there was an unmistakable tension in his trousers.

“It was Gale’s idea,” Tessa said. “Gale would also like you to be wearing . . . less . . .”

“Oh, would he now?” Astarion hitched up his shirt slightly, exposing his hip.

Tessa bit her lower lip and nodded.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Astarion purred. He slowly lifted his shirt and tugged it over his head.

Tessa watched, eyes trailing along his stomach, up his neck — she shivered when their eyes met. There was something truly dangerous there.

Tessa swallowed thickly as Astarion closed the distance between them. A rush of excitement from Gale moved through her.

“I can’t just be giving away everything for free,” Astarion teased. He gently pulled his shirt over Tessa’s face, obstructing her — and Gale’s — view.

She could only see through Gale’s eyes now. They stared at the same brick wall and listened as Astarion removed his pants. Tessa wriggled against the fabric holding her wrists in place.

Astarion grabbed Tessa’s hips and pulled her forward. His lips found the curve of her neck, he tugged at the skin with his teeth — then pressed his lips down and sucked.

Tessa groaned, wriggling to be closer to him. His hands held her in place as his hard cock bumped against her thigh. Her knees fell apart. The ache between her legs was impossible to ignore now.

Gale squeezed his cock, still stroking himself with the patience of a damn saint. He reached out to Tessa.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Are you?

Yes. I love you.

I love you too.

I’ll . . . be right back.

Suddenly, her mind was empty. Tessa was alone.

Astarion chuckled darkly against her neck. “Ah, ah, ah, naughty boy. If you want to watch, you’re going to have to beg.”

Astarion’s cock slid between her legs, the length of him brushing against her swollen lips. He moved back and forth, slowly, carefully — barely causing any friction.

Tessa tried to grind down onto Astarion’s length, but he made sure she couldn’t find relief.

Tessa wondered if relief would ever come — Gale wasn’t the type to beg for anything.

Then, he surprised her.

“Please, Astarion,” Gale groaned. “Please let me watch you fuck Tessa.”

Astarion rolled his hips. Tessa scrambled to feel him, moaning softly.

“Again,” Astarion demanded.

“Please, Astarion. Please — I need this. I want to watch your cock . . .”

Gale choked back a moan. “I need to watch your cock fucking into her. I want to hear her scream your name.”

“More,” Astarion said. “Tell the whole truth.”

Gale’s fist slapped against the brick twice. “I —”

Astarion rolled his hips again, pulling another desperate moan from Tessa.

“I want to be inside her head while you fuck her, Astarion. I want to feel your cock as though . . . “

“As though, what, Gale?” Astarion sounded so fucking smug.

“As though you were fucking me,” Gale choked out.

“Ah. There it is,” Astarion hummed. “And you, Tessa. Do you want this?”

Yes. More than ever. Is what she wanted to say. Instead, all she managed was a strangled whimper as Astarion bucked his hips against her. She nodded furiously.

There was that squirming in her head again. This time — when she welcomed the feeling — it was different. The tadpoles linked all three of them now.

Tessa watched through Astarion’s eyes as he lifted her leg and angled his cock at her slick entrance. She felt Gale’s excitement, Astarion’s hunger — and her own lust crash and build to a crescendo.

Her swollen lips parted for his cock as Astarion sunk himself into her cunt — stretching her out. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him.

“Fuck — you opened right up for me, didn’t you, darling?” Astarion growled.

Tessa paid extra attention to the sensations — making sure Gale had complete access to her body. She’d never shared herself with anyone so completely before. It was incredible.

Gale watched — they all watched — as Astarion’s cock disappeared into Tessa’s body again.

Astarion started slow, then steadily picked up the pace until Tessa was a stuttering mess — clinging to the jail bars to remain standing.

Their bodies collided noisily. The wet, slapping sounds drown out the rest of the world. Her slick drenched his cock as he snapped his hips up into her.

“F-fuck. I’m getting close,” Tessa whimpered. “I need —”

She didn’t have to ask. Astarion knew what she needed.

She watched through his eyes as he slid a hand between them and began to rub quick circles around her clit.

It was enough — it was almost too much. The heat coiled in her core. She wanted Gale to feel this too, but her brain stopped working as she reached the cusp of blissful unawareness.

One more little move — and she came undone on Astarion’s cock — screaming his name.

Astarion closed his eyes and pressed close to her. He slowed his pace, working her through her orgasm with languid strokes. This continued until Tessa was completely overstimulated, breathing hard, and struggling to stand.

Astarion began to lose his rhythm as he fucked himself into her. His breath tickled her ear. “I’m going to come inside you. Is that okay?”

“Y-yes,” Tessa whimpered. “Please. Please come inside me. Gods — Astarion —”

Astarion pressed his face into the crook of her neck and breathed her in as he found his release in her warm cunt.

Tessa clenched around him again, already building up to a second orgasm. He pumped his hips a few more times, slower now — then he pulled out.

Astarion removed his shirt from Tessa’s head. When her eyes adjusted to the light she saw Astarion’s face and nearly collapsed — he looked so perfectly wrecked. She did that.

She laughed softly. “You’re a mess.”

“You’re one to talk,” Astarion said.

For a second she saw through Astarion’s eyes again. She was — beautiful.

Tessa had plenty of confidence, but seeing herself — sufficiently fucked — through his eyes. She’d never felt more perfect.

Tessa squirmed. Her thighs were drenched with her own slick and now Astarion’s spend was starting to dribble out of her too.

“You want to come again, don’t you?” Astarion whispered.

Tessa nodded her head.

“Mm. That can be arranged. But first, we’ll have to clean you up.” Astarion looked past Tessa. “Won’t we, Gale?”

Tessa turned her head to see Gale standing just outside the jail door.

“You got out?” Tessa asked.

Gale blushed. “Simple knock spell . . .”

Tessa laughed. “Come in then.”

“My last spell for the day, I’m afraid,” Gale said.

“That’s okay. Our door isn’t locked. Is it, Astarion?” Tessa grinned.

Astarion laughed. “Aren’t you a clever girl? How long have you known?”

“Just a guess,” she said. Tessa squirmed against fabric holding her wrists.

Gale pushed the door open and stepped inside, almost timidly. His cock stood at attention beneath his robes.

“Oh, oh . . . aren’t you just . . . deliciously hard,” Astarion purred.

Gale swallowed thickly and stepped closer. His eyes flitted from Astarion’s naked form to Tessa strung up against the bars of the cell.

“Eyes on me, Gale,” Astarion demanded.

Gale met Astarion’s eyes and stepped closer.

“You’ve been awfully quiet lately for someone who usually has so many pretty words. Perhaps that mouth of yours can be put to better use anyway.” Astarion circled Gale like a predator hunting its prey.

Gale stumbled until he was standing just in front of Tessa.

“On your knees, darling,” Astarion purred. “Use your mouth and clean my spend from between the pretty lady’s legs.”

Gale carefully got to his knees. He grabbed Tessa’s thighs and leaned close. He stared up at her with those big, brown eyes — pausing to drink in the view.

“Gale,” she whispered his name. Her heart threw itself at her ribcage — threatening to burst out of her chest.

He kept his eyes on hers as the flat of his tongue found the inside of her thigh. He diligently cleaned up her slick and Astarion’s spend before moving to the other side. Tessa whimpered and held tight to the jail bars.

Gale buried his face between her legs, beard tickling her skin as his tongue dipped between her lips and teased her hole. He moaned against her cunt, breath hot and heavy.

Gale squeezed her thighs as his tongue found her clit. He honored her needs in only the way he knew how — sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine.

Astarion approached and slid a hand up the back of Tessa’s neck. She hadn’t noticed before, but at some point, Astarion put his clothes back on. He turned her head and locked eyes with her.

Astarion trailed his fingers lightly up her stomach, across the swell of her breasts. He pinched one nipple, rolled it between his fingers — and then repeated the action with her other breast.

Tessa’s face scrunched up — lost somewhere between pain and overwhelming pleasure. Her legs shook and her walls clenched around nothing. So fucking close. But she needed more. “Gale — I — fuck. Fuck. I can’t — I need you inside me — fuck . . .”

Gale pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and leaned back. Astarion let go of Tessa and grabbed a fistful of Gale’s hair instead. He angled the other man’s face up to look at him.

Astarion invited Tessa into his mind — she closed her eyes and allowed herself to see what Astarion saw.

Gale. Pretty, plump, lips parted so softly. She could hear the pounding of Gale’s heart. His beard was wet from her cunt and Astarion’s spend. The scent of his sweat and desire was almost overwhelming.

A profound urge to see them kiss sent sparks across her skin. Was that coming from her? Or Astarion?

Astarion barked out a sharp laugh and glanced at Tessa. “It would seem your lady has some ideas of her own . . .”

Oh. So. It was her. Oops. It wasn’t the first time she’d considered it.

“Shall we give her what she wants?” Astarion asked.

“I wouldn’t want to waste this opportunity,” Gale sputtered.

Astarion smiled smugly and pulled Gale onto his feet before releasing his grip on Gale’s hair. “I just want to know how much I adore reducing you to a babbling mess.”

Gale whimpered. “I’m just — you’re —”

“Hush, darling,” Astarion purred. “Just answer me this. Do you want me to kiss you?”

Gale’s face turned a deep red. “Yes.”

Tessa closed her eyes, letting herself fall into Astarion’s experience as he crashed his lips into Gale’s.

The two men kissed, slowly at first. Tessa felt Gale’s beard tickle Astarion’s face — reveled in how warm his skin felt against Astarion’s hands as he slid them under his robes.

Then she felt exactly how hard Gale was. Well, Astarion felt it — when he curled his fingers around the other man’s cock.

“Fuck,” Astarion and Tessa whispered in unison.

Gale whimpered and bucked himself into Astarion’s hand. Astarion started to push Gale’s robes off, but Gale stopped him.

“These stay on,” Gale said.

“I understand,” Astarion said. He continued to stroke Gale — view obscured by the fabric.

Astarion nipped gently at Gale’s lips before capturing him in another kiss.

“Do you want to know what Tessa’s cunt feels like after she’s been properly fucked?” Astarion whispered against Gale’s lips.

Gale moaned, eyes squeezing shut. “Y-yes.”

“Say it,” Astarion demanded.

“I w-want to know what she feels like after you’ve fucked her,” Gale whimpered.

“Whose cock do you think she likes better?” Astarion growled.

Gale rolled his hips. “Yours, Astarion.”

Astarion chuckled. “You like that, huh?”

Gale nodded.

Astarion leaned closer, nipped at Gale’s earlobe, and whispered, “Think of me when you’re inside her. Know that I stretched her out. I made her come . . . you can’t even compare.”

Gale snapped his head down to meet Astarion’s eyes. He grabbed Astarion’s wrist and pulled him away from his cock.

“Too far?” Astarion asked. Something resembling concern flashed across his face.

Gale shook his head. “No. It was . . . that was good.”

Tessa’s hands were starting to go numb. “I’m done waiting,” she blurted. Tessa yanked her hands free — ruining her favorite bra — and stumbled toward the two men.

Astarion grabbed Tessa and roughly pulled her between them. He slid a hand between her legs and parted her thighs.

Gale pushed forward and his lips found Tessa’s. They kissed, hungry and desperate for each other. Tessa threw her arms around his neck.

Astarion lifted Tessa’s leg, creating space for Gale.

Gale didn’t hesitate. He pushed his robes out of the way, thrust himself into her aching cunt, and set a punishing pace.

Tessa whimpered and squirmed, held up only by the four hands gripping her tight.

Astarion’s breath ghosted across her neck. “Invite us into your head, darling. I’m going to bite you now.”

She opened her mind to them as Astarion sunk his fangs into her throat. She melted between them. It was all too much.

She tasted her blood on Astarion’s tongue — felt how warm and smooth it felt as he swallowed it down. Then there was how she felt clenched around Gale’s cock.

As if sensing how weak she was, Astarion reached a hand around and stroked her clit. It sent her over the edge. She came hard enough to see stars, moaning into Gale’s mouth and leaning back into Astarion.

Gale’s hips snapped against hers a few more times before he spilled inside her — cock pulsing as her walls quivered around him.

The next thing Tessa knew she was sitting on the floor of the cell, back against the brick wall. Gale knelt beside her. Astarion was nowhere to be seen.

“Did I pass out?” she asked.

“Just for a moment,” Gale said. “Astarion’s seeing if there are guards outside. Which — I imagine there aren’t. Otherwise our, uh . . . rutting . . . would have surely drawn some unwanted attention.” Gale held out her clothes.

Tessa remained on the floor as she pulled her clothes on. She studied his face. “You were unusually quiet. How are you feeling?”

Gale looked away from her for a moment — then met her eyes again. “It was . . . a lot. I’m going to need time to process.”

“But, you’re okay?” Tessa asked.

“Yes. I’m okay. Are you?”

Tessa nodded. “We can talk about it whenever you’re ready.”

Gale pressed a soft kiss to her lips.

Astarion cleared his throat. “If you two are done, I’ll have you know that we can walk right out the front door.”

Gale helped Tessa to her feet. “Astarion, do you need to talk?”

“Don’t get all soft on me. You two keep your feelings amongst yourselves,” Astarion said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’m fine.”

Tessa nodded and followed Astarion out of the jail. The guards outside the door were tied up and unconscious.

“Did you do this?” Tessa asked.

“No,” Astarion said.

“Then who?” Gale asked.

“I suspect it’s a gift . . .”

“Minsc?” Tessa asked.

“Likely,” Astarion said.

“Oh . . . do you think everyone knows?” Tessa asked.

“We’ll find out soon enough,” Gale said.

There were plenty of comments when they returned to camp. Lewd remarks and the like.

Tessa waved them off, Astarion laughed them off and Gale snuck away to his room.

Tessa found him there, facedown on the pillows and buried under blankets. She crawled into bed next to him. He put his arm around her chest and pulled her close.

“I’m sorry,” Tessa said.

Gale propped himself up, one arm on the other side of Tessa. He studied her face. “Why are you sorry?”

“I’m worried that was all too much for you,” she said.

Gale shook his head. “It wasn’t too much. I’m still . . . processing. Give me more time.” He kissed her. “If you wish to share your feelings on the matter, you are more than welcome to do so.”

Tessa kissed him. “It can wait until you’re ready.”

Gale nodded and flopped back down into the pillows, his arm still thrown over her chest.

It wasn’t long before he was snoring softly. Tessa listened, still unable to fall asleep.

A knock on the door stirred her from her thoughts. “Come in,” she called out quietly.

The door creaked as it opened. It was dark, but Tessa could see Astarion’s distinct figure. He stepped into the room and gently closed the door behind him.

“Looking for a snack?” Tessa asked.

“No,” Astarion said as he approached the bed.

“What is it?” Tessa asked.

“Can I just . . .”

“What?”

Gale turned his head. “Just get in the bed, Astarion,” he mumbled.

“Oh.” Tessa lifted the blanket and shifted slightly closer to Gale to make room for Astarion.

Astarion slipped under the covers and curled close to Tessa. “I don’t want to talk.”

“Good. We’re sleeping.” Gale yawned.

Tessa pressed a kiss to Gale’s forehead, then turned to look at Astarion.

“This is nice,” she whispered.

“Sleeping,” Gale muttered.

“Thank you,” Astarion whispered.

“Goodnight.” Tessa closed her eyes.

The two people she loved most in this world were on either side of her. She felt completely safe as she waited for sleep to claim her.

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Are you satisfied, darling?

// Spawn Astarion x Named Fem!Tav

If Naenia could just rub one out on her own maybe she could stop thinking about Astarion and finally get some rest. There's one little flaw in her plan -- it's wriggling around her brain -- and giving the object of her desires a front row seat to her fantasies.

18+ • NSFW • 2.4K words (1/2) • Read on AO3 (the first chapter is below)

Tags: Smut, Voyeurism, Mutual Masturbation, Oral Sex, Inappropriate Use of Tadpole, Vaginal Fingering, Sexual Fantasy, Vaginal Sex, Vampire Bites

Naenia couldn’t get Astarion out of her mind. That smart mouth of his had tormented her all day.

While his carefully chosen words and almost-too-composed expressions would have worked on her when she was younger, Naenia knew better now.

That didn’t stop her from indulging him — at least every once in a while.

She’d flash him a flirtatious smile.

Stand just a little too close.

Naenia happily leaned into the game, allowed him to think he was playing with her emotions while she toyed with his in return.

But ever since she’d allowed him to drink her blood, the tension between them had only tightened. Apply the right amount of pressure and it threatened to snap.

Then, finally, he propositioned her.

“Darling, I was just thinking about you . . .”

And it had been oh, so easy to deny him.

“I’d rather kiss a leech — they’re just as attractive but take less blood.”

Astarion took the rejection in stride.

“Deny your feelings all you like, it doesn’t matter to me. I’ve already tasted you, and that’s all the carnal delight I need.”

Naenia knew she’d made the right choice, but after everyone had withdrawn to their tents and the fire was reduced to an ember — she found her thoughts drifting.

What if she had said yes? Surely she could think of a few other uses for that smart mouth of his.

It was only a split second. Just the flash of an image — Naenia pictured her fingers pressing through white curls as Astarion buried his face between her legs.

Gods, it felt so real.

Naenia bit down on her lower lip, swallowed back a moan that threatened to escape her throat. She sat up and looked around her tent.

Nothing. No movement. She was still alone.

Alone and needy. If she could just rub one out, then maybe she could stop thinking about him and finally get some rest.

She needed no further encouragement. Naenia leaned back and shifted to slide her pants and underwear down past her thighs. A sharp inhale as her left hand slid between her legs.

Her pointer and ring finger spread her lips while her middle finger slid inside — just teasing her entrance for a moment before she dragged it upwards, covering her finger in her slick. Only stopping when she found her most sensitive spot. There her pointer finger joined her middle finger.

One little bundle of nerves. Two wet fingers. Small, slow, circles.

Gods, how was she already so wet?

She tried to clear her mind. She didn’t want to think about him, but the thoughts seemed to come to her all on their own.

Surely there was no harm in indulging in a little fantasy? She pretended it was his fingers parting her lips. His tongue lapping at her clit.

Naenia held her breath. It happened again, and lasted just a little longer this time — she could see him. Her fingers tangled in those white curls, a sharp exhale, his breath on her cunt . . .

His signature scent drifted through her tent. Naenia squirmed, her body responding to her own delicate touches and the images of Astarion she pushed through her mind.

She gasped and increased the pace of her fingers. Naenia focused on the image of him between her legs. She squirmed, whimpered, and bucked her hips up.

She pictured his hands moving to pin her hips down. The muscles in her legs tightened and her entire body quivered. Surely he would reprimand her for not holding still? Naenia used her free hand to cover her mouth — just in time to muffle a moan.

He would squeeze her hips gently before sliding a hand down, fingers brushing lazily over her thigh — teasing her as he worked toward her center.

She continued touching herself at this quickened pace, the thoughts of him sending a sinful heat across her body. Naenia had a clear mental image of what his fingers looked like — she’d studied them closely as he picked locks — but until now she hadn’t allowed herself to picture them inside of her.

He’d use two at first.

Naenia imitated the act, sliding two fingers inside of herself. Her clit throbbed, begging for her attention. Her walls struggled to clench around her fingers. It wasn’t enough.

Astarion. Fuck, I need more.

Gods, his name sounded so delicious — even just in her mind. Just in her fantasies.

Naenia angled herself to slide a third finger in. She fucked herself on her fingers, trying to palm her clit. It still wasn’t enough.

Another muffled moan, a whimper of desire. Her body trembled, and she squirmed. Holding back her moans wasn’t helping. If she could just —

“Astarion, please.” She growled his name against her hand and tossed her head back. That felt good.

Her breath caught in her throat. Then she felt something else entirely. A tug in her mind. No, not a tug, something squirming. A familiar headache.

Oh, Hells, no . . .

She quickly removed her fingers and held her breath.

Oh, yes, darling. Don’t stop now, I was so enjoying the show.

Astarion. In her head. That damn tadpole gave him a front row seat.

The hand that covered her mouth moved to cover her eyes. Like it made a difference. He didn’t need to see through her eyes, he was inside her head. He already saw everything.

How long have you been here?

Long enough.

Naenia didn’t respond, instead she focused on slowing her breathing. But her heart was still racing, and her body begged for the contact to resume.

Astarion broke the silence.

I can leave. We can pretend this never happened. But we both know that’s not what you want . . .

It was just a fantasy, Astarion. It didn’t mean anything.

Mm. Of course.

He was teasing her. Gods.

Show me how this little fantasy of yours would play out?

He’d already seen enough.

Astarion. Get out of my head.

A pause. A frustrated sigh? Did that come from her or from him? The lines were blurred. Naenia wasn’t sure anymore.

Very well. Good night, dear.

Another tug inside her mind, and just like that he was gone.

Her tent felt — colder, darker. The scent of him had evaporated.

It’s fine. She didn’t need him.

Her fingers resumed making small circles around her clit, but it just didn’t feel right. It wasn’t working.

How frustrating. Surely there were past experiences she could think about, other lovers she could imagine — ones that didn’t have tadpoles in their brains inviting them into her fantasies.

Nothing. They existed, sure, but none of them were exciting enough. She stopped touching herself, pulled her pants back up and stared up at the top of her tent.

She would just try to rest without finishing.

But it was like the wetness between her legs was taunting her. Her cunt ached and throbbed. She’d been so close and now she felt . . . empty.

Only rest for the wicked, it would seem.

Hells . . .

She sat up and bit down on her lower lip.

Was she really going to do this?

Yes.

Astarion . . .

Her body instantly flooded with warmth and desire as she invited him in. She could practically feel his roguish smile. The muscles in her shoulders tensed.

Look who came crawling back.

Prick.

Don’t make me regret this.

I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do. But . . .

But, what, Astarion?

Our darling leader does like to follow instructions, doesn’t she?

A shiver ran up her spine. Gods, yes. The things she’d do to be a shivering mess beneath him. How did he know her so well?

What do you have in mind?

Just a game. We see just how far we can take things with our little tadpoles.

Naenia didn’t need to consider his suggestion. He already had his answer.

Good girl. His voice soothed her mind, and her body relaxed.

Open your eyes, darling.

Naenia did as she was told.

Ah, so many clothes on. Take them off.

She tugged off her shirt first, exposing her breasts. She could almost feel Astarion’s delight. Her heart raced.

She shifted to lie on her back, lifted her hips and pushed her pants and underwear down her legs. She kicked them off and shoved them aside.

That feels better, doesn’t it? Nod.

Naenia nodded.

You’ve been neglecting your breasts. Give them a squeeze for me.

Naenia took a breast in each of her hands and did as she was told. She melted into her own touch, brushing the palms of her hands against her sensitive nipples.

Keep your right hand on your breast. Slide your left hand between your legs. Show me how you want to be touched.

Her fingers trembled with anticipation as she slid her left hand down her body, quickly finding her clit with two fingers. With her right hand she thumbed over her nipple, teasing herself just enough.

Her pulse quickened, a strangled moan escaped her lips. She tried to stay quiet. She looked down at her swollen clit and watched her fingers work quick, small circles.

Mm. Just like that, huh?

Something shifted, it was like her hand was not her own. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. It truly felt like he was touching her. Naenia succumbed to the feeling.

Fuck, h-how are you doing that?

Don’t worry about the how. Show me what else you like.

She slipped back into a fantasy and she could almost feel his lips ghosting against her thighs. Gentle kisses, the threat of fangs. Would he bite her there? She would certainly allow it.

Another strangled moan, this one a bit louder than any of the others before.

She could almost hear Astarion chuckle.

Naughty girl. You know, if you want me to bite you again, all you have to do is ask.

She felt the weight of him on top of her body. His breath against her neck.

Naenia had to open her eyes to make sure he wasn’t really there. The sensation vanished, her hand was hers again and she struggled to keep pace. She whimpered.

His voice broke through her mind again.

Tell me what you want.

I want you to fuck me, Astarion. Please.

Mm. I’m sure you do. Now show me.

Naenia sighed, closed her eyes and let her imagination take hold once more. She could feel him on top of her. He used his knee to spread her legs for him.

She was soaked, begging to be filled. She pictured his cock, precum leaking at the tip. He’d rub himself along her slit, brushing his cock against her clit before poising himself at her entrance.

Gods. She could feel it as though it was real. With one quick movement he’d be inside —

Ah, ah, ah, not so fast.

Naenia whimpered.

Beg.

Please, Astarion.

Not in your head. Out loud. I want to hear you.

Naenia growled. Was she desperate enough to debase herself like this? Risk waking the others to indulge in what was ultimately just a fantasy?

Yes.

“Astarion, please,” Naenia choked out a desperate plea. Her voice cracked, still barely audible.

I can’t hear you. Try again.

“Astarion, please.” She managed to raise her voice this time.

Please what, darling?

Naenia groaned.

Don’t make me do this.

She could almost feel his satisfied smirk.

I’m not making you do anything.

She tried to imagine him without his help.

Her fingers picked up pace again around her clit. She shifted and spread her legs. She slid three fingers from her right hand inside herself. She tried to pretend his cock was entering her — but it didn’t work. She needed him.

Fuck.

Was she really going to do this?

The answer was the same as always.

Yes.

She took a deep breath, and this time, when she begged, she didn’t hold back.

“Astarion, please fuck me!”

She was loud enough for the entire camp to hear. She prayed they didn’t.

Naughty girl.

It was enough to satisfy him. The fantasy resumed. It truly felt like he had entered her. Like his cock was stretching her out in the most delicious way.

Her entire body shook, the muscles in her legs tensed. Her body jerked and another moan slipped from her throat — this one was not muffled.

He set a punishing pace — one her fingers struggled to follow — but the line between reality and fantasy was so blurred now her body couldn’t tell the difference.

The tadpole in her brain squirmed again and Naenia felt the connection between them shift. She saw through Astarion’s eyes for the first time. His fingers were curled around his hard cock — fist lazily pumping up and down. Naenia could feel his pleasure as though it belonged to her.

It was too much. Flashes of images slammed through her mind. Positions she wanted so desperately try with him. She pictured him on his back as she bounced herself on his cock, her hands splayed across his alabaster chest.

Another image. This one from Astarion’s point of view. Naenia’s face pressed into his bedroll, his hand tangled in her hair — her back arched and hips raised as he slammed into her from behind.

Each fantasy felt so real. She snapped back into her body for just a split second — before she was thrown into another fantasy.

She was on her back in her tent, he was on top of her, fucking her with long, languid strokes. His teeth were at her neck. He bit down. A sharp pain, and then throbbing numbness. In this fantasy she would come as he fed, her walls pulsing around his cock. He would lose his rhythm. Her body would be a mess of ice and heat.

Naenia moaned. In reality her body tensed and shook. She hadn’t come, but she was close.

His voice broke through once more.

Come undone for me.

That’s all it took. Her brain stopped functioning. All she could feel was their combined pleasure as they both slipped over the edge. Finally. Her orgasm shook her body. She felt his as well, and caught flashes of him finishing on his chest.

Then the visions were gone. Naenia was still dizzy, still trying to catch her breath. Her chest heaved, and her limbs went limp.

She wasn’t sure how long she was laying there in a puddle of her own sweat and desire before his voice cut through the silence. He sounded as calm and collected as ever.

Are you satisfied, darling?

She laughed.

I’ve had worse.

The tension in her body was gone. She could finally get some rest.

That was fun. I suppose you’re too tired to try anything else.

Naenia’s eyes shot open, she groaned. A flash of desire sparked in her core.

What did you have in mind?

We forgo the tadpoles. Come to my tent and find out.

So much for rest . . .

Chapter two is on AO3.

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I'm not sure if you are taking prompts 👉👈 But i had an idea and i haven't seen any fics of it yet.

What if after escaping the nautiloid, tav found Astarion first, and they are all alone when she finds him. Then he does his little thing with his dagger, demanding answers, but then tav is sorta touch starved. Maybe she is kinky, or something like that, so tav ends up moaning and/or breathing heavy under his blade, and astarion realizes what is happening and is very excited to give tav what she needs?????? >.<

I know I am not good at writing, but your fics are so good, i find myself thinking about them throughout my day, and it's distracting 😭

Feel free to change whatever if my idea is kinda dumb or unrefined

Anyways, whether or not you take this prompt is up to you, and i hope you have a great day <3

ANON. Anon! Anon! Listen. Listen. I love this idea. So -- yes. Okay. YES. Thank you!!

As with most things I write, this fic spiraled out of control. It turned into completely self indulgent filth. I hope you enjoy my take on the prompt <3

That darling neck of yours

// Astarion x Fem!Reader (Tav)

When Astarion pulled you down to the ground and held that blade to your throat, it awakened your desire. He noticed -- and he's going to hold it against you (again).

18+ • NSFW • 4.2K words | Teaser below (Read on AO3)

Tags/Warnings: POV second person, Present tense, Knife play (if you squint, Tav does get a small cut on her neck but it's an accident), Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Penis in vagina sex, Vampire bites, Blood kink, Light choking/breath play, Submissive Tav, Dominant Astarion.

You sit on your bedroll, staring deep into the campfire. Sometimes, if you sit still enough, you can feel the tadpole wriggling around in your brain. You wonder if you should have pressed on, but the sun set quickly after the pale elf joined your side. So you set up camp.

Astarion. He’s an interesting find. Maybe you’re a fool for letting him travel with you. He did hold a dagger to your throat.

Although . . .

A shiver rolls up your spine. Your skin prickles. You’re immediately aroused by the mere memory of him threatening you — the thought of him claiming you as his own.

You glance over your shoulder and watch Astarion for a moment as he struggles to set up his tent. You’d offer to help, but, well, no. You won’t offer to help. You turn back to the fire and let your mind wander.

Time seemed to slow when the sharp edge of his blade pressed against your throat. His body was so close to yours as you went tumbling backwards and crashing into the dirt. All you could think about was how the back of your head didn’t hit the ground — and how he held you. How he threatened you: his willing captive.

You tug at the collar of your shirt, suddenly finding the warmth of the fire practically unbearable. But your thoughts, they begin to drift again . . .

“What the hells are you doing?” you choked out. Your mouth went dry. You were certain that your face and chest were flushed red from anxiety — or, maybe, it was arousal. You swallowed thickly and tried to plan your escape. When was the last time someone held you or even touched you at all?

“Shh. Not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours,” he purred. The low timbre of his voice went straight to your cunt. You locked eyes with his. Crimson, dark, deep. A soft moan clawed its way up your throat and slipped past your lips. He didn’t say anything, but he heard it, you watched as his eyes darkened. Part of you hoped that he’d defile you right there — in the dirt where you met.

Heat pools between your legs. If only you could find some relief. There’s one thing that would help. You check behind you again. Astarion is still busy with his tent. Surely he wouldn’t notice if you . . .

You slip your hand beneath the hem of your pants. Your fingers travel lower, lower, lower. Only pausing when you’ve brushed over your clit. You bite your lip and shiver. Then you continue down until your fingers are low enough to dip between your lips.

You find exactly what you expected. You’re drenched. Just from a thought, just the idea of him — this stranger — pulling you to the ground, holding a dagger to your throat, and taking control of your body.

You sink two fingers into your cunt, down to the second knuckle. It’s almost agonizing, clenching around your own fingers while thinking about his. The dexterous hands of a rogue. He’d know exactly how to pleasure you — when to take and when to give.

You struggle to push your fingers in deeper without making too much of a scene. You grind the palm of your hand against your clit. Ugh. It’s not enough.

You bite back a whimper as you withdraw your fingers. You drag them back up through your slick folds until you find your clit again. Just once, you lie to yourself. Just one, tiny, stroke. You check over your shoulder. Astarion hasn’t noticed you pleasuring yourself yet — he’s busy. He doesn’t ever need to know.

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Now that his heart beats

// Ascended Astarion x Reader/You Female!Tav (Vampire Spawn)

You lay with your head on Astarion's chest. Your body is so quiet since you followed him into eternity. Astarion's is so loud, now that his heart beats again.

18+ • 1.1K words (1/1) • Read on AO3 (or below)

Tags: Angst, violence, trauma, sex, dubious consent

It’s so quiet in this body. Your heart still beats, but softly now. Your fingers and toes are always so cold. But your longing for warmth is nothing compared to the gnawing hunger that made its home inside your belly. No amount of blood can silence the constant ache.

A warm breeze dances across the garden. You lay in Astarion’s arms, on the lawn, near the roses. You are so still that you can count each blade of grass that bends and sways, brushing against your bare arms and legs.

But Astarion, his body is so loud, now that his heart beats. You press your ear against his naked chest and listen for the steady thump, thump, thumping just beneath his ribcage. Is this how he felt? All those months ago, when you were alive and his heart lay dormant.

You wish to crack him open so you can reach inside. You want to hold the beating creature within your own two hands. To take from him, the life he stole from you.

And then he touches you, and his warmth breathes air back into your hopeless lungs. His fingertips light fires across your skin. You remember now, why you followed him into eternity.

“Little love, is something the matter?”

“Why does my heart not beat like yours?” you ask, keeping your ear pressed to his chest.

Astarion runs his fingers through your hair. “I gave you eternity. You walk in the sun. Is that not enough, my pet?”

“I’m cold,” you say.

“A small price to pay.” Astarion pulls you closer. “To rule by my side.”

“Yes,” you agree. “A small price.”

You love him, but jealousy burns at the edges and poisons your dying heart. He was given a new life. You are just a corpse.

—

That night, when he bends you over his desk and hitches up your dress — you feel like something to be owned, a thing to be possessed.

“Don’t be ungrateful,” he reminds you a hand pressed against your back. “You know I adore you.”

And he says it, so it must be true.

He wouldn’t lie to you.

—

Astarion leaves the palace in your care while he conducts business with the patriarchs of the city.

You rise before daybreak, lay in the garden, near the roses again, and listen for any sign of life within your chest. You hear only silence.

You wonder what it would feel like to burn with the dawn. But your lover, he has given you the gift of the sun.

Don’t be ungrateful, you remind yourself. You have everything you ever wanted.

It will be several days before you see him again.

—

You haunt the halls like a ghost. The hunger in your belly claws its way up your throat.

A servant, one of his favorites, looks at you with quiet contempt. Your teeth tear into her neck.

You are full.

You are happy.

But it doesn’t last.

—

For hours they scrub, but the blood won’t come out of the dining room floor.

You are hungry again.

He will be angry.

—

Your lover returns home with renewed vigor. He refuses to bore your pretty little head with all the details, but the meetings were a success.

He hasn’t noticed the blood stain yet. He doesn’t know she’s dead.

“All that power is ours for the taking,” he says. “So close I can taste it.”

And you know he also wishes to taste you. To celebrate.

But this time, before you bend yourself over his desk, he stops you.

He touches your chin with two warm fingers and tilts your head up. Were his eyes always this red?

You remember how the girl’s blood pooled on the floor. How wasteful, you think. Messy. You should have drained her.

Then he kisses you. His lips are warm and soft. You don’t wonder what yours must feel like to him, because you already know.

You recall the time, before your body died, when he was all you craved. When his cold fingers pried the warmth from your skin. He took too much, now you are the one searching for heat in his touch.

His fingers dig into your hips as he lifts you onto his desk. His wanting mouth parts for your tongue as he crashes into you.

Anticipating his desire is second nature to you now. You dart your tongue into his mouth, slicing yourself open on a fang. It stings, but you don’t mind. Anything for him.

The flat of his tongue runs across the newly formed wound. He has given you everything, it’s only fair you do the same. He takes from you what you so willingly give. Were you always so compliant?

He slots himself between your legs. “You’ve been so good for me.” His voice like velvet. “Good girls get rewarded, don’t they?”

Your blood. You almost ask. Just a taste. You don’t know, but you think that, maybe, to drink from him could thaw your heart.

But you say nothing. You simply nod. Because that is what he expects of you.

When he drops to his knees, that feels new. Your hands grip the edge of the desk as his tongue explores your depths.

His mouth brings you to rapture. His name, a prayer on your lips.

He still doesn’t know about the blood stain. He still doesn’t know she’s dead.

—

You were right. He is angry.

Were the kennels always this cold?

The hunger ties itself in knots around your stomach. The rats are your only friends.

—

You don’t know how long it’s been. You are starving. The rats are dead.

—

Astarion finds you curled up in the corner and carries you to bed.

You are just a corpse. A collection of thoughts. A memory strung together to be loved by him.

—

He gives you blood in a goblet. You wish to sink your teeth into a warm neck.

He holds you until you feel better. You listen to his heart beat again and again.

—

You are loved. Because he says he loves you.

You are happy. Because he says he makes you so.

And he wouldn’t lie to you.

But it’s so loud in this body now. The hunger demands to be fed. There’s an ache behind your eyes and inside your head.

You’re sure now, that his blood would silence the screaming.

“Smile, little love. You don’t look pretty when you frown,” he reminds you.

You smile. Because he tells you to.

You smile, because you will have his blood.

Be it on your tongue and down your throat — or splattered on the walls.

Perhaps both.

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10 w shart and astarion. Uncommon pairing but it could be interesting??????

Immediately yes. Big yes. Thank you !! This was supposed to be way shorter and way smuttier but it spiraled out of control. Oops. 🖤🩸

10. "You don't have to stay the night. Just fuck me."

Snippet for the smut ask game. | Other answers here

One foolish move in the heat of battle and everyone knew the truth. That Astarion was a vampire.

They took it . . . surprisingly well, actually. Gale warned him not to bite (as if), Lae'zel threatened his life -- but Shadowheart, well. The cleric had been kind -- or stupid -- enough to offer her blood. What kind of vampire would Astarion be if he turned down a free meal?

Besides, even though her attacks seemed to miss more often than not, her healing spells had proven to be quite the asset. If she'd allow him a taste from her delicate veins, perhaps she would also be willing to remain at his side when he faced Cazador. This little exchange could be well worth his time. If he played his cards right.

Astarion waited until the others were asleep before he made his way through camp to Shadowheart's tent. He had been so sure of himself just moments ago, but now he hesitated as he reached for the flap. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

There was still time to turn around -- hunting in these woods was miserable, but he usually had some level of success. He'd eaten worse things than boar. He'd been hungrier for longer too.

Astarion shuffled his feet as he started to turn around, making more noise than intended. Shadowheart must have heard him. Her heartbeat quickened. Astarion's mouth began to water at theb mere thought of the promise she'd made.

Shit. He really was going to do this wasn't he? He put on his best smile and ducked into her tent.

Shadowheart sat up on her forearms. Perfect body laid out in front of him. For him.

His eyes went to her neck, the gentle movement of her pulse just beneath her tender flesh. Then his gaze dragged along her body, slowly drinking her in. Her camp clothes hugged her figure in all the right places.

"I was beginning to think you'd found a better offer," Shadowheart whispered.

"Ah. No." Astarion laughed quietly as he gracefully dropped to his knees in front of her. "Lae'zel already threatened my life twice today. I don't fancy my chances with Karlach at her current . . . temperature. And there is something distinctly wrong with Gale's blood. I got an unpleasant whiff during that fight with the spiders."

"Wyll, then?" Shadowheart sat up completely and pressed closer to Astarion. She smelled faintly of incense.

Astarion swallowed thickly. Trying to ignore the desire to forgo niceties and just sink his teeth into her throat. "As charming as I'm sure he finds me, I do believe I would be wasting my time trying to convince the Blade of Frontiers to offer himself up to a vampire."

"And here I was, believing I was special when all the while I was merely a last resort," Shadowheart said.

Astarion found it difficult to tell how much of what she said was her searching for the truth and how much was just meant to tease.

"Darling," he purred. "You are anything but a last resort. Surely you're well aware of your allure." Astarion placed a hand on her shoulder, when she didn't flinch or pull away, he pushed her onto her back and settled himself on top of her.

Shadowheart's heart was positively racing. Her eyes blew wide with desire. Her breath caught in her throat when she spoke. "I'm only joking, Astarion. You don't need to use that voice on me."

"What voice?" Astarion asked playfully, slotting a leg between her thighs. This was almost too easy, really. For a woman with so many secrets, she'd truly given herself away to him.

"You know precisely which voice I'm talking about." Shadowheart licked her lips, eyes searching his face.

Astarion pouted, staring down at her with a sly smile. "I can't say I do," he purred. "This is the only voice I have."

"Then just shut up and feed." Shadowheart rolled her eyes.

Astarion nestled his face in the curve he her neck, lips brushing over her throat as he spoke. "Are you comfortable? This may . . . hurt a little."

"I can handle pain. Do it, Astarion."

Astarion wasted no more time. His teeth sank into her neck with a faint pop. Blood rushed into his mouth.

He hardly had time to register the sound of her moan before the rest of the world faded away. Only her blood, her breath, her life remained. And she had chosen to share it with him. A precious gift.

Astarion had never tasted anything as perfect as this. As her. He drank in desperate, needy gulps. His hand instinctively cradeling her head as she writhed beneath him. Even through his blood-drunk gaze Astarion could taste her arousal.

Shadowheart grabbed his arm, fingers digging into his skin as he drank. Her hips jerked up, seeking contact with his thigh. He allowed her that much, let her rut against his body like a bitch in heat as he drank.

"Astarion." Shadowheart's grip on his arm tightened. She was struggling to catch her breath. "Astarion, that's enough."

Her words managed to reach him despite his euphoria. "Shit -- sorry, I -- I got carried away," Astarion said.

"Shut up and kiss me." Shadowheart grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down into a bruising kiss.

The blood on his lips and chin smeared on her face. Astarion only broke the kiss to lick at the mess on her lips.

"That was . . . unexpected," Astarion whispered, nipping at her lower lip.

"You're not really surprised, are you?" Shadowheart asked.

"I suppose not completely surprised. Though this isn't exactly what I pictured when you offered your blood." Astarion leaned back to study her face.

Is this what she wanted? Clearly. Is this what he wanted? Why not?

"How unfortunate. Your imagination must be severely lacking," Shadowheart teased.

"I promise I can be quite imaginative when it counts." Astarion ground his hips down, pressing his half-hard length against her thigh.

"Prove it," Shadowheart said.

They kissed again. Another bruising, needy kiss shared between two people who knew their futures were uncertain.

"And if the others wake to find me in your tent? I'm sure they'd have a lot to say on the topic," Astarion whispered against her lips.

Shadowheart huffed out an annoyed sigh. "You don't have to stay the night. It's best for both of us if you just fuck me and leave."

"Ah, when you put it like that it does sound like a rather good offer," Astarion purred. "Do try not to keep it down though. Let's give them something to gossip about tomorrow."

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6! AA x Reader?

Ooooooh. Yes! Thank you!

!! Warning !! This snippet includes the character feeling the sensations as Harleep uses their body for sex. It does go into noncon/dubcon territory, so please do not read if that's not for you. Ascended Astarion is possessive, but pretty soft overall.

6. "How do the ropes feel? Not too tight?"

Snippet for the smut ask game. | Previous answers here

Phantom fingers ghost up your spine. It's happening again. You hold your breath, trying to keep this little outburst to yourself. Maybe it will pass quickly.

Astarion had a stressful day of negotiations and the last thing you want to do is add to his frustrations.

But it does not pass quickly. Lips are on your chest, your shoulder, your neck -- a breath that is not really in the room pants heavily against your skin.

You feel sweat dripping down your neck and you're not sure if it's actually yours or not. It's not always this vivid.

Someone nips at your earlobe. Not yours. Theirs. But its your body. Yours. They're just using it.

It's the sensation of teeth tugging at your nipple that finally breaks you. A soft whimper escapes your lips.

"Little love, whatever could be the matter?" Astarion peers up at you from his throne. He studies your face -- you see the moment he realizes what's happening to you. His eyes darken.

Astarion pats his lap, beckoning you toward him. "It's that vile incubus again, isn't it?"

You nod, roll up onto your feet, and walk to him.

The phantom hands are relentless now, grabbing, and pulling at your skin. You lost count of how many people must be in the room with them. It's hard to think through the fog of desire that your mind has fallen into.

"How many this time?" he asks.

You swallow thickly and crawl onto Astarion's lap. "Many."

"Last time you became quite violent." Astarion's hands, warm, and familiar, slide up under the fabric of your clothing and settle on your hips.

"More now." Heat pools low in your belly. Inescapable desire. Astarion can sense it. You are bound to each other in ways beyond even your own comprehension. Beyond even Harleep's owning of your body.

"Shall I bind you?" Astarion asks.

"Yes," you manage to gasp out. You rest your head on his shoulder, breathing in the smell of him. Bergamot, rosemary, and a hint of brandy. So much has changed the last few months. His scent is one of the few things that have remained the same. You use it to ground yourself, to remain sane as the assault continues.

You hear the snap of his fingers. He is ordering some spawn to fetch the ropes.

A cold tongue flicks over your nipple, dull teeth bite down on your shoulder. You choke back a moan and allow your body, yours, to fall limp in Astarion's arms.

"That incubus will pay for what they are doing to you, my love. Soon they will learn that your body is mine, and mine alone -- not something to be shared," his voice is a low growl in your ear.

There's the shuffle of feet as someone approaches. No heartbeat. It's a spawn.

You don't look up from where you've rested your head. Your face tucked into the curve of Astarion's neck.

You squirm in his grasp as Astarion binds your wrists behind your back.

"How do the ropes feel? Not too tight?" Astarion asks.

You whimper as invisible fingers slide inside you. You strain against the ropes, wanting to lash out at the fingers and mouths that are not really there.

"It'll hold," you manage to say.

"Good," Astarion whispers. "Now, shall I distract you? Shall I remind you who you belong to?"

You breathe him in again as Astarion pulls you close to his chest. His hands are splayed across your back. His hands. He's here. He's got you. You're his.

"Yes, yes, please," you whimper.

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Days of hedonistic debauchery (1/9)

// Gale x Tessa (Fem!Tav) x Astarion

For Tessa, Astarion coming to stay with her and Gale in Waterdeep has been a dream come true. Even Gale is learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. But nothing can ever really be that simple, can it?

18+ • NSFW • 4.7K words (1/9) | Read on AO3 (a teaser is available below)

Tags: POV Third Person, Past Tense, Post-Game, Vampire Spawn Astarion, Professor Gale, Canon-Typical Violence, Polyamory, Miscommunication, Emotional Baggage, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, Threesome, Vampire Sex, Vampire Bites, Blood, Menstrual Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Double Penetration, Anal Sex, Cunnilingus, Oral Sex, Face-Sitting

“You know exactly how long it takes to get me off, don’t you?” Tessa laughed.

“I’d rather not dignify such a question with an answer,” Gale said.

Tessa snorted. “Of course you do. Whatever, let’s fuckin’ go” She gave Gale another quick kiss before she flopped onto her back next to him.

She kicked off her shorts and had her underwear halfway down her thighs when the bedroom door swung open.

“Darling, you’re bleeding. Is everything alright?” Astarion expertly moved a steaming mug from the crook of his arm to his other hand — so he was holding one in each hand. The scent of freshly made coffee drifted across the room.

“Blood? I’m not . . .”

Tessa glanced down at her underwear and that’s when she saw it. A wet, red, stain letting her know that it was that time in her cycle. “Oh. That’s a bummer.”

“A . . . bummer? For you, perhaps, but certainly not for me.” Astarion flashed her a sly smile. He was shirtless. His usually perfectly-coiffed hair fell around his face in loose, messy rings — evidence that none of them got much rest the night before. “Gale, do you mind?”

“Hm? Oh.” Gale stepped out of the bed with a soft huff and padded over to where Astarion was standing. He took one of the cups from Astarion’s hands — Tessa assumed that one was tea. The other one was coffee, that one would be for her. Astarion didn’t drink either.

Gale sipped it and started walking back to the bed.

Astarion peeked around Gale at Tessa and rolled his eyes. “Darling . . .”

Gale took another sip and turned around to look at Astarion. “Yes?”

Astarion eyed him with a teasing grin. “I know how distracting it can be when your blood flow has been redirected, but perhaps, you could use that brilliant brain of yours for a second.”

“Brilliant?” Gale choked on his most recent sip of tea.

Astarion didn’t move from the doorway. “The curtains, darling. Do you mind closing them?”

“Oh, gods, the sunlight, of course.” Gale conjured a mage hand and sent it flying across the room. “I’m truly sorry, Astarion. I didn’t think.”

With a few good tugs, the mage hand pulled the thick curtains closed, blocking the sunlight completely, before dissipating.

Astarion stepped into the room and put the coffee on the bedside table nearest Tessa. “I can see what had you so distracted.” Astarion’s gaze raked down Tessa’s body, over her flushed chest and hard nipples peeking through her thin shirt, to the delicious mess between her legs. “Now, about your little situation . . ."

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Are you satisfied, darling? (2/2)

// Astarion x Naenia (Fem!Tav)

Naenia and Astarion ditch the tadpoles and she goes to his tent to find out what else he had in mind . . .

18+ • NSFW • 4.1K words (2/2) | Read on AO3 (a teaser is available below)

Tags: POV Third Person, Past Tense, Inappropriate Use of Tadpole, Smut, Sexual Fantasy, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Voyeurism, Mutual Masturbation, Masturbation, Cunnilingus, Light Dom/sub, Face-Sitting, Thigh Bites, Blood Drinking

Was she really going to do this?

Allowing Astarion to join her fantasies was one thing — but actually fucking him was something entirely different. She shouldn’t. Should she?

Yet, there he was, in her head again, goading her.

Tick, tock, darling.

Give me a moment, Astarion.

Are you so ill-mannered to everyone who gets you off or am I just that special?

Fuck you.

Yes, that is very much the point, isn’t it?

Fine.

Fine?

Yes. Fine.

Silence.

Did he not expect her to say yes? Naenia sat up and reached for her shirt. She had just pulled it over her head when Astarion slipped into her mind again.

You’re not getting dressed, are you?

Yes, Astarion. I’m not walking across camp naked. Unless you’ve changed your mind?

Hm.

What is it now?

I think, perhaps, you will walk across camp naked.

Naenia’s breath caught in her throat and she bit down on her lower lip. She couldn’t ignore the thrill that suggestion sent through her. She tugged the shirt back off but paused before dropping it.

And if I don’t?

Then you won’t get what you want.

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Palisade afternoon

// Ascended Astarion (evil) x Fem!Reader (Durge)

How long did you spend planning your escape only for it to fail? Astarion has bound you to him, body and soul. He has complete control. You are helpless as he takes advantage of you.

18+ • NSFW • 5K words (1/1) | Read on AO3 (a teaser is available below)

This is 5k words of smut and horror. It's is a scene idea that was cut from "Exile (Or: How you learned to stay)". You don't need to read Exile to read this. You do need to read the warnings though.

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. (All warnings in tags.)

Tags: Smut, Dark, Fear, Rape, Mind Control, Orgasm Denial, Face Slapping, Face-Fucking, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Thigh Bites, Inappropriate object as dildo, Spit As Lube, Threats of pregnancy.

The dress you’re meant to wear to the party is hanging near the bed. It’s beautiful. You hate it.

So you pace the room instead of getting ready. Every few seconds you glance under the bed to where you’ve hidden a wooden stake. You can’t see it, but just knowing it’s there makes you uneasy.

It’s a plan. It’s freedom. Alternatively, it’s punishment. It’s death. No, not death, something far worse. If you try to kill him and fail — he won’t kill you, he’ll forgive you. His forgiveness is far more terrifying than the peace death promises.

Astarion’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. “Something the matter, little love?”

You spin on your heels to face him. You didn’t hear him arrive, you never do. He’s impossibly quiet, and always around when you think you’re alone.

“I thought you’d be busy all afternoon,” you say.

Your voice is quiet, weak. Pathetic. What were you thinking? Preparing that stake. You struggle to speak up to him. You can’t fight him. You certainly can’t kill him.

“Yes, well, I always make time for you.” Astarion turns to face the floor-length mirror. He begins to unbutton his doublet.

You know better than to ask what he’s doing here. So you bite your tongue. Your silence does not go unnoticed.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, my pet,” he says.

You don’t want to speak, but his command pulls a half-truth from your tongue. “I’m not going tonight.”

He laughs softly, still staring at himself in the mirror. “Is that so?”

You nod. “Yes. I’m not going. It’s been decided.”

“And who made that decision?” He slips out of his doublet and lays it out on the dresser. He smooths his hand over his undershirt before turning to face you.

You curl your fists into tight little balls. “I decided.” The magic you once wielded with these very hands is lost to you. You’re defenseless against him. Against anyone. You’re so weak.

He laughs again. This time it sends a chill up your spine.

“That’s very cute.” He stalks toward you from the other side of the room, quickly closing the distance between you. “Perhaps I should clarify, you don’t have a choice in the matter.”

Your heart thrashes against your chest. Your face and neck flush red with anxious arousal. “You can’t make me go.”

“I can, and you will. Would you like to know why?” he asks.

No. You should run, shouldn’t you? But your feet won’t move. Fear. That’s what this is, and it has you frozen in place.

Astarion is so close that the warmth of him envelops you, pulling you in even deeper. Hands that were once cold, that once touched you with some semblance of kindness, are warm and caress your face in a way that fills you with terror.

You try to pull away from him, but your body just won’t listen to you. “I’ll hurt you if you make me go,” you hiss.

He laughs at your empty threat. “With what, little bird? Your magic? Your hands? You’re far too weak.”

Astarion takes your hands in his and squeezes your fingers just tight enough to hurt. “Would you like to try to kill me now? I’ll even help you.”

He releases his grip and shoves you back. Astarion never leaves your space, always closer and closer, as you stumble back — even when your legs bump against the edge of the bed.

“Go ahead, collect what you’ve hidden beneath our bed.” He stares down at you with a look of pure malice.

Ice runs through your veins when you realize that he knows. How long? How long has he known?

“Feeling shy now? Really? Fine.” He lowers himself — each of his movements are calculated, calm, and threatening as he swiftly removes the wooden stake from under the bed. He takes your hand once more, places the stake firmly in your palm, and forces your trembling fingers to close around it.

The wood is incredibly smooth and certainly strong enough for the task at hand. You’re just not sure if you’re strong enough.

No. You know you’re not strong enough.

“Here’s your chance, darling,” he sneers. “I’ve been, oh, so, curious if something so simple could really hurt me.”

Is he talking about the stake or is he talking about you?

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Exile (Or: How you learned to stay)

// Astarion (Ascended) / Reader (Fem!Durge) &

// Shadowheart / Reader (Fem!Durge)

You turned away from everyone after defeating the Netherbrain. You spiraled out of control. Then, at your very lowest, Astarion, the Vampire Ascendant, found you. You give him everything. But your heart still belongs to Shadowheart -- and Astarion will never let you go.

You kiss him like you need him. You grab him like you’re holding on for your life. He returns the favor. Your lips are moving against his, but you’re thinking about her. Her hands on your hips, not his. Her mouth on your lips. The way she whispered your name as you held each other in the dark. But she’s not here. He is. You have to forget.

18+ • NSFW • 22.6K words (6/?) | Read on AO3 (the first chapter is available below)

Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Check the tags on AO3 for a full list of warnings.

Tags: Dark, Trauma, Abuse, Smut, Obsessive Behavior, Emotional Manipulation, Mind Control, Dubcon, Noncon, Unreliable Narrator, Torture, Somnophilia, Evil Astarion.

Chapter One: Run (and forget)

It’s pouring rain. You’re running. Your bare feet carry you over cobblestones, through alleyways — always in shadow. Never in the light.

Don’t let him see you. You can’t let him find you.

Your heart pounds. Your lungs ache. It’s raining. You’re running. You can’t remember why.

You only know you can’t stop.

Were those footsteps behind you? Do you dare turn your head? Your body keeps moving you forward. But your chest is burning now. The rain obscures your vision.

Is that blood? You lick your lower lip. It’s cracked and swollen. Did you fall? Were you hit?

You can’t remember. You can’t remember anything.

Keep running. Don’t stop. He’s right behind you.

The alley splits in two directions. You have to choose.

You turn right, nearly slipping as you careen around the corner — and find yourself up against a wall.

No. No. No.

You have to keep running.

You turn again — then you hear it — a man’s voice, right in your ear.

“You’re mine now, little bird.”

But there’s nobody there.

Run.

But your feet won’t move.

Run.

But there are fingers tangled in your hair.

Run.

Your head meets the pavement with a sickening crack.

You should have turned left.

The world goes black.

---

six months before you ran

You catch a glimpse of your reflection in the tavern window. A bruise, deep purple and black decorates the skin around your right eye. You can’t remember how you got it.

It doesn’t matter. Probably a bar fight. You’ve been drinking a lot lately. This isn’t even your first tavern of the night — at least, you don’t think it is.

Your memory is unreliable these days.

You push your way inside the tavern, through the crowd, and make your way up to the bar. You catch the barkeep’s attention and ask for the strongest drink they have.

“You’re one of them, right? One of the heroes?” The barkeep slides a mug your way.

“Hero. Yeah, I guess.” The word leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. You dig in your pockets for payment.

They call you a hero, but you know the truth. You are a killer. A monster. Your father reclaimed his blood, but the darkness still festers in your veins. You’ll always be a Bhaalspawn.

“On the house,” the barkeep says.

“Thanks,” you mutter.

You take the drink and find the darkest corner of the tavern. You prefer to be alone these days.

This is your punishment for the countless atrocities you committed in your father’s honor. You can’t even remember the names of your victims, you can’t recall their faces — but they still haunt you.

The amber liquid burns as it slides down your throat. You drink to forget what you cannot remember.

You’ve almost emptied the mug when you feel eyes on you. Shifting in your seat, you scan the room. Nothing.

Nobody is paying you any mind.

You’ve been so paranoid lately.

You close your eyes and sigh. When you open them — he’s in the seat next to you.

“Astarion.” Your heart leaps up into your throat.

He reaches up and cups your cheek, his thumb gently brushing over the edge of the bruise. You wince, but not from the pressure — from the affection that you know you do not deserve.

“What happened to your eye?”

“I don’t know. Bar fight, probably.” You lean into his hand.

“You should ice it,” he says.

You notice now, just how warm his hand is.

“I used to be able to use your hands for that,” you say.

“Mm. Yes. Not anymore.” He drops his hand and smiles. His eyes never leave your face. It makes you dizzy.

“What are you doing here, Astarion?” you ask.

“I should be asking you that question, darling. This place is . . . beneath you.”

It’s been a month since you vanished from the docks without saying goodbye. You thought it would be easier this way. You were wrong.

In fact, you should have left the city by now, but you just couldn’t stomach abandoning your home. It’s as though something kept you here.

“I’m drinking,” you say.

“Yes. I can see that.” He’s judging you.

You down the rest of your drink and slide the empty mug to the middle of the table.

“Not leaving so soon? I’ve only just found you,” he says.

“I didn’t ask to be found.” You sway when you stand. You’ve had one too many.

Astarion stands when you do. His hands are on your hips, holding you steady.

You’re too drunk, too slow, to swat him away. Besides, as much as you hate to admit it, his touch feels nice.

You recall the last time someone touched you with such kindness. Shadowheart. The night before you tried to kill her in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. The night before your body betrayed you.

Your fingers twitched as you approached Shadowheart’s sleeping form. You wanted nothing more than to curl your fingers around her throat and squeeze the life from her lungs.

You shake your head as if trying to erase the memory. Your stomach lurches. Bile crawls up your throat.

You miss her. You don’t want to think about it.

“Why are you here, Astarion?” You ask.

He pulls you closer to him. One of his hands slides up your lower back, under your shirt. “Would you believe me if I said I missed you?”

Oddly enough. You do believe him. “I’d have to be a fool to believe that. You must want something from me.”

He smiles. It’s so sweet it makes you sick. You thought the ritual killed the man you knew. Maybe you were wrong.

“Walk me out?” you ask.

“It would be my pleasure.” He holds you with a firm grip now.

You definitely drank too much. The room is spinning. You lean into Astarion for support.

Gods. You’ve been so lonely.

You walked away from everything, everyone you knew, to protect them. To hide your shame after your —

No. You definitely don’t want to think about that.

But, Astarion. He doesn’t need anything from you. Maybe he can withstand any damage you inevitably cause just by being around him.

And, he’s here now. He’s holding you. You stumble out of the tavern and stop on the steps. It’s much quieter out here. You hope the brisk night air will help sober you up.

Astarion pulls you against his chest and wraps his arms around you. You shiver when his lips find the curve of your neck. He breathes you in.

You remember all the nights you let him feed. You swore to yourself it was to make him stronger, a better fighter. But your body betrayed your secrets. You both know exactly how it made you feel.

His breath tickles your neck when he whispers, “Why’d you have to fly away, little bird? You know I’ve missed you so.”

You slide a hand up between your bodies and push him away, just far enough to meet his eyes. You look up at him and smile.

“You caught me now, didn’t you?” This is a terrible idea. But the alcohol did not do its job this time. You still need to numb the loneliness that crawled into your heart and died there.

Besides, nobody else bothered. You thought you had friends. They didn’t go looking for you.

Shadowheart didn’t find you.

Astarion did.

“And, do I get a prize?” Astarion purrs.

Shadowheart woke up the night you tried to kill her. She tied you up. She stayed by your side all night. She would have remained by your side — but she saw you for what you are — evil, unlovable. So you left her. And she let you.

But, the way Astarion looks at you now. Like he would love you if you let him.

It’s . . . something.

“Yes. You get a prize.” You take his hand and drag him down the steps and around the corner into a dimly lit alley.

He follows you into the shadows. “I like where this is going,” he teases.

You wonder if you’ve ever killed anyone in this alley. You wonder if Astarion ever took a victim here.

You lean back against a brick wall and look up at him. He’s waiting for you to make the first move.

You can do that.

You can do this.

You fucked him once before. When you were still practically strangers. So much has changed since then. Neither of you are those people anymore.

You slide a hand to the back of his neck and pull him toward you. Your lips collide in a moment of desperation.

You kiss him like you need him. You grab him like you’re holding on for your life. He returns the favor.

Your lips are moving against his, but you’re thinking about her.

Her hands on your hips, not his. Her mouth on your lips. The way she whispered your name as you held each other in the dark.

But she’s not here. He is.

You have to forget.

He presses you against the wall and you roll your hips, testing him. The movement pulls a moan from his throat into your mouth.

You take his wrist and guide it up your shirt. It doesn’t take much enticing before his hand cups your breast — thumb bringing your nipple to a hard point.

You are pressed impossibly close to him as your hands explore each other’s bodies with fervor. He is a distraction from the ache in your chest.

She’s not here. He is.

You’ll use him to forget.

“Fuck me,” you whisper against his mouth.

He nips at your lower lip and pulls back. He bumps his forehead against yours. Have his eyes always been this dark?

“You’re drunk,” he says.

“Not that drunk.” The alley is spinning. He’s all you can see. “I just want to feel good. Make me feel good, Astarion. Please.”

He likes it when you beg. You remember that much.

Astarion laughs, and it stings. He rolls his hips and you can feel him, hard, beneath his trousers.

“Ask me again,” he demands.

“Fuck me, Astarion. Please.” You try to kiss him, but he leans away.

He grinds himself against you, harder this time. “No.”

You whimper and reach between your bodies, trying to undo his pants. “Please.”

He grabs your wrists and pins them to your sides. “No.”

But he’s still pressed so close to you.

You whine and throw your head back against the wall. His lips find your neck, pressing light kisses to your warm flesh. It gives you an idea.

“If you won’t fuck me, then bite me,” you say.

You feel the drag of his fangs.

“No,” he whispers against your skin.

He releases his grip on one of your wrists and slides a hand between your legs. The light contact is enough to drive you to insanity. You wonder if you’ve soaked through the fabric.

You close your eyes. For just a moment, the world dims. You feel him release you. When the lights come back on he’s holding your shoulders and looking into your eyes.

“Don’t you want my blood?” you slur.

“Of course I do,” he says.

“Then bite me. Make it hurt,” you say.

You’re too drunk to track his expression. His hand slides to the back of your neck. “I could never hurt you,” he purrs.

You’re so dizzy. Your heart is thrashing around in your chest. His eyes are on your throat. If he doesn’t want you, then nobody does.

“Then what good are you?” You struggle against his grip, but he’s far stronger than you. He holds you in place.

“Why do you want me to hurt you?” There is concern in his eyes. You can’t tell if it’s real, or if it’s just part of the mask.

“I deserve it, don’t I?” You squirm, but he doesn’t let you go.

“Did our little adventure teach you nothing?” He bumps his forehead against yours again. You will drown in his eyes if you aren’t careful.

“It showed me what I can have. I lost everything, Astarion. My friends, my . . . “

You’re drunk. You’re dizzy. You haven’t told anyone this. You shouldn’t tell him. But the words are already in your mouth, and they threaten to spill from your lips.

“Your what?” He holds you steady. “What else did you lose?”

Before your brain was ruined, before all of this — you were a sight to behold. You killed without mercy or shame. Your heart pumped a deep magic through your veins. The power over blood. Something you kept secret. But it was yours.

You felt the magic in you die when the tadpole was removed. Now, you have nothing.

You are alone.

Well, you were alone.

Astarion is here now.

“I haven’t told anyone . . .”

“You can trust me,” he whispers. There is no trace of venom in his voice. Your gaze stays locked with his. “We saved the city together. I can help you. Tell me what you lost.”

Tears burn in the corners of your eyes. You shouldn’t say this. You wouldn’t say this. Maybe it’s the alcohol? Honesty will be the death of you.

“My power, Astarion. It’s gone.”

You’re crying now. Silent tears break free of your eyes and roll down your cheeks. You don’t know the last time you cried. Maybe never.

He pulls you into his arms and presses your face against his chest. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Pressed this close to his chest you hear his heart. You can feel the power in his blood. Another reminder of what you lost.

Was he always this sweet? It’s disgusting. You taste bile. Your tears will stain his expensive doublet.

You’re not sure how much time passes before you pull away and wipe your tears. You avoid his face.

You can’t look at him, not when you’ve been this vulnerable. Fucking alcohol. It would have been so much simpler if he’d just fucked you and fed. At least that was an exchange you understood.

Astarion grabs your chin with two fingers and turns your head. You continue to avoid his eyes.

“Look at me,” he says softly.

You sigh and give in.

“Come home with me,” he whispers.

You’re not sure why, but you nod. “Okay.”

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You're mine, remember?

// Ascended Astarion x Named Fem!Tav (Spawn)

Reuniting with Gale was a surprise. The Vampire Ascendant's reaction to Cassie returning home smelling like Gale . . . Well, that was to be expected.

18+ • NSFW • 3.4K words • Read on AO3 (or below)

Tags: Fingering as a polygraph test, Vampire Ascendant Astarion, Possessive Astarion, Porn With Plot, Vampire Bites, Blood

Chapter One

Gale pulled Cassowary into a warm embrace, the likes of which she had not experienced since her transformation. She breathed him in — allowed the beat of his heart, the rush of blood in his veins, and his scent to overwhelm her senses. Gods. His scent — he smelled of old books bound in leather, and the subtle smokey aroma of amber.

It returned her to a bygone era. Memories of sleeping in the dirt. When she believed each day could be her last. Their little group. Her found family. When Astarion was still that sweet, uncertain boy who wanted to make a new life for himself.

He did make that new life. Cassowary made the choice to follow him, and she would live with that choice. For eternity. No matter the cost.

Gale cleared his throat. “You must know it is no accident that we happened upon each other here.”

Cassowary stepped out of the embrace, her hand lingering just a little too long on his arm. “Happened upon each other at the Elfsong, Gale Dekarios? I didn’t think you took me for a fool,” Cassowary smiled faintly. “You came here looking for me.”

“Ah, well, yes. There is an urgent matter I wish to discuss with you.” A patron bumped into him and Gale stumbled toward Cassowary. She took his arm and steadied him.

“However, it would be better suited for a . . .” Gale paused and gestured to the bustling tavern. “. . . Less populated venue.”

Cassowary took his hand. “Very well. Whisk me away, if you must.”

Gale nodded curtly.

She could no longer hear clinking tankards or patrons shouting at the other drunkards. Instead, she was standing in a quiet and familiar library — one she’d only experienced in the weave. On her final night with Gale.

“Strange. Seeing this now,” Cassowary said. She dropped Gale’s hand and stepped away from him. She walked alongside the rows of books, gently tracing their spines with two fingers. “The life I could have had. If I’d chosen a different path.”

“If you’d chosen me, you mean,” Gale said.

Cassowary stiffened and turned to meet Gale’s eyes. “Gale. I —”

“That’s why I brought you here, Cassie —”

Her stomach lurched.

“No, Gale. If that were true, you would have come for me ages ago.”

Maybe, just maybe, some small part of her wished he had. She still loved Astarion, but their love had been twisted into something darker after he ascended. They were now locked in a perpetual battle for the upper hand.

Gale’s expression faltered. She could still hear his heart — it beat steadily in his chest. There was something in his eyes, a secret he was holding. “Letting you go may be the greatest regret of my life.”

“You didn’t let me go, Gale. I made my choice.” Cassowary closed the distance between them. “Now, speak plainly. Why am I here?”

“I care deeply for you, Cassie. Surely you know this?”

The ache in her chest was unrelenting. She cared for him too, but she wouldn’t say it — she couldn’t, even if she wanted to. It would be a betrayal. Something her lover would simply not allow.

Gale cleared his throat. “Are you safe with him?”

Cassowary laughed, baring her fangs. A show of power to convince both of them of her next lie. “I can take care of myself.”

“I need to hear you say it,” Gale said.

“We all need a lot of things,” Cassowary retorted, avoiding the question. She looked away from him, unable to handle the pain in his eyes.

Gale sighed. “He’s dangerous.”

“I’m a dangerous thing too, Gale. You’d do well to remember that.”

“Yes, your fangs are a stark reminder of how you’ve changed,” Gale chided. “I was prepared to be more subtle, but perhaps that is not the way.”

Cassowary turned to face him, a predatory glint in her eyes. She tilted her head, holding his gaze. She remained silent.

“Cassie,” Gale said her name with a sigh. “I am deeply concerned for your safety. I fear — no, I know, that Astarion is not the same man you fell in love with,” Gale said.

Cassowary held impossibly still. There was no rise and fall of her chest. She waited for him to finish.

“I believe I have discovered a way to return Astarion to his former status. However, it would revoke his — and your — ability to walk in the sun.”

Cassowary’s hand was on Gale’s throat the moment he finished his sentence. She kept her grip on him light, and delicate, but the threat was clear. His pulse was strong, his heartbeat quickened.

“You should know better than to suggest such a thing,” she spat.

Her stomach twisted, reminding her of a hunger she’d been neglecting. How sweet would he taste? Every other meal had been procured for her. She fed on only who Astarion would allow. Often, it was his scraps.

Gale could be hers. Only hers. She wouldn’t share. If Astarion found out, which, he would — she could write it off as punishment for Gale’s blasphemous tongue.

“Remove your hand or I will incinerate you,” Gale said.

His voice snapped her out of her fantasy. She released her grip on his throat and took a step back. Her stomach turned again, but this time it was nausea.

“If you value your life you will return me to the Elfsong with no memory of this interaction,” Cassowary said.

“No,” Gale replied.

“Gale . . .”

“Cassie. This is not the first time we’ve had this conversation. Fortunately, this time, I come prepared.”

Gale took a few steps back, keeping his eyes fixed on Cassowary. Good, he was wise enough to fear her. He reached for a small, rather unimpressive potion bottle sitting on a table.

“What is that?” Cassowary asked.

“As a spawn, Astarion controls you. Your words, not mine,” Gale said. “He has exerted his control over you to ensure that you lie for him, but never to him. This potion should free you of those chains. Permanently. What you choose to do after that, well, that is up to you.”

Gale stepped forward and held out the potion. He promised freedom, and yet, she hesitated.

“And if you’re wrong? If it doesn’t work? When I return home he will smell you on me. He will compel me to tell him everything.”

“It will work.” Gale kept his hand outstretched.

“And if it works but I choose to betray you of my own free will?” Cassowary asked.

“Then he — or both of you are free to try and kill me. I will sleep peacefully knowing your choices are once again yours to make. Be it by Astarion’s side or against him,” Gale said.

“Why should I believe you?” Cassowary asked.

Gale took Cassowary’s hand and pressed the bottle into her palm. “Take it, you’ll feel better,” he said.

Her own words echoed back to her. The same thing she told him as she pressed a magical ring into his hand.

That was enough for Cassowary. She snatched the potion from his hand, ripped the stopper off with her teeth, and downed it in one swift motion. It was flavorless but felt familiar. “Gods, it burns, what is in that?”

“I’d rather not say.”

Cassowary handed Gale the empty potion bottle. “I’d rather you did.”

“Something . . . Illithid. Don’t worry, it’s perfectly safe.”

A pain started to build in the back of Cassowary’s head. She winced.

“Do you feel anything?”

“Just a headache,” she said. “How will I know if it worked?”

“I am confident that it will work,” Gale said. “But if you’re unsure, perhaps there is a way we can test it?”

Cassowary took a deep, unnecessary breath. “There is a way.” She closed the distance between them. Her cold body drank up the heat radiating from his. “I’m going to tell you something that may cause you pain. I’m sorry.”

Gale had been a rather contentious point during one of her many fights with Astarion. Cassowary confessed to still caring for him — Astarion had forbidden her from ever admitting that out loud ever again.

She felt the words form on her tongue. The pain in her head shrank to a sharp point, like a needle driving through her skull.

“I still care for you, Gale. I always have and I always will. I love you.” She felt something snap inside her as the words tumbled from her mouth. A thread had been broken.

The sharp pain in her head grew and expanded to a dull ache.

“Oh.”

That’s all Gale said. Oh.

“You were right. It worked,” Cassowary said. “I feel different — stronger.”

“So that was . . .?”

Cassowary stepped back. She had meant what she said. But for his sake, Gale couldn’t know that. “It was nothing. Just testing my ability to betray him — and you were right, it worked.”

Gale seemed distant now. “Ah, yes, well . . .”

He cleared his throat. “You’ll probably be wanting to get back.”

“That would be for the best, yes,” Cassowary said.

A moment passed in silence. Finally, Cassowary spoke once more. “What you mentioned before — about revoking Mephistopheles gifts . . .”

“Just, consider it,” Gale said. “I know he and I had our differences, but Astarion was my friend too.”

“I am not prepared for this discussion. Do not breathe a word of it to anyone. Do I make myself clear?”

“Clear as crystal,” Gale said.

Silence fell between them once more. Cassowary took the first step. She pressed a chaste kiss to the corner of Gale’s lips.

“You’ve given me a gift, Gale. Now send me back.” She closed her eyes and when she opened them she was back in the Elfsong.

Chapter Two

The walk back to the palace was exhilarating. The dull ache in Cassowary’s head was something to be celebrated. Gale delivered on his promise of freedom, and now she had the upper hand.

Cassowary strode confidently through the palace halls. With one strong push, she swung the double doors open to the throne room and stepped inside.

Her confidence faltered when she saw Astarion sitting comfortably on his throne. A brutal reminder that the hold he had over her did not require compulsion.

“Welcome home, my treasure,” he purred.

Her dead heart fluttered. Had she forgotten how perfect he was? It was as though the gods had sculpted him just to ruin her. Ascension had only enhanced his allure. There was no denying her love for him.

Cassowary approached the throne. Astarion’s smile faded — briefly — then returned. He knew. He smelled Gale on her.

Let the games begin.

“How was your little adventure? Didn’t get into any trouble now, did we?” Astarion leaned forward, his red eyes searching Cassowary’s face.

She placed a hand on his firm chest and pushed until he was leaning back against the throne. Cassowary carefully hitched her dress up and placed a knee on either side of his thighs, settling onto his lap.

She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her lips against his. He growled into her mouth, a frustrated, and needy sound.

Astarion pushed her dress up further and settled his hands on her hips. She pressed her tongue against her own fang, hard enough to draw blood. Astarion’s growl was reduced to a moan as the metallic tang of her blood reached his mouth.

Finally, Cassowary pulled away. She licked her lips, smearing blood as she did so. “No trouble at all,” she said with a smile. “I did run into an old friend of ours.”

Astarion ran his tongue over her lips, licking up the blood. “Oh, and who would that be?”

“Shadowheart.” A simple lie. Cassowary pressed a kiss to Astarion’s jawline.

“Just Shadowheart?” His fingers dug into her hips, hard enough to bruise.

Cassowary moaned softly at the pain and nibbled at his jaw. “Just Shadowheart,” she said between kisses.

Astarion pressed his forehead against hers. “I know you’re lying, little love.”

She felt that tug in her mind as he tried to compel her.

“Tell me the truth. Now,” he purred.

Gale’s name was stuck in her throat. It threatened to escape. It took some effort, but she managed to force it down — and lie to Astarion for the first time since he turned her. “I only saw Shadowheart.”

“What? Lying. Really? How?” Astarion punctuated each word with a pause.

He pulled his forehead away and looked past her. “Leave.” The several other thralls milling about the throne room exited swiftly.

Astarion pressed his face into the crook of her neck and then between her breasts — taking a deep breath each time. “I can smell him on you, darling,” he growled. “So, I’ll ask one more time. Who were you with?”

“Oh,” Cassowary said with a laugh.

“Oh?” Astarion leaned back, shooting her a piercing glare.

“Yes. Silly me. I must have forgotten. I did see Gale today,” she said.

Astarion’s already bruising grip tightened. Heat pooled between Cassowary’s legs.

“Hm. Is that so?”

Cassowary inched forward on his lap and kissed her way up his jawline to his ear. She nibbled at his earlobe.

“You didn’t forget. Tell me the truth.” Cassowary felt Astarion try to exert his power over her once more. Her head ached.

“I forgot. That is the truth,” she said through labored breaths.

“You can lie to me now. Isn’t that a fun little turn of events,” Astarion said. “I suppose this has nothing to do with your little wizard friend.”

He grabbed her dress and slid it up her body. Cassowary leaned back and allowed him to remove it completely, exposing her breasts.

Astarion tossed the dress onto the floor. “Not conspiring against me now, are we?” His hands continued to wander across her body — sending electric sparks over her skin.

He pressed a kiss to the top of each of her breasts, breathing her in. Checking for Gale.

“No, my love. Nothing like that,” Cassowary said.

He grabbed her underwear with two hands and ripped it, tearing it off her body, and tossing it to the floor as well.

“It seems I’ll have to resort to other methods to ensure you’re being completely honest with me,” Astarion growled.

He shifted Cassowary in his lap and slid a hand up to her throat, keeping a firm grip on her. He shoved his other hand between her legs. She gasped as he slipped two fingers inside her without warning.

“You’re already so wet. Naughty girl,” he said.

Cassowary held onto his shoulders and squirmed. She found the most delicious pleasure in the unexpected intrusion.

She pressed her throat against his hand, almost as if asking him to squeeze. Astarion did not oblige.

He pulled his fingers out of her, and she whimpered. Her body already missed the contact. Cassowary may have gained her freedom, but she was right where she wanted to be — beholden to his whims and desires.

Astarion raised those fingers to his mouth. They glistened, sticky with her desire. He sucked on them. After a moment, he removed them with a lewd popping noise. “You’re lucky you don’t taste like him,” he whispered.

Cassowary shivered. What would he have done if she tasted like Gale? A sinful part of her wanted to know.

Astarion shifted. The hand that was around her throat moved and his thumb pressed against her lips, demanding she open her mouth. Cassowary did as she was instructed, melting into his touch as his thumb slipped into her mouth and pressed against her tongue. She began to suck, holding eye contact with Astarion.

Again, without warning, his fingers were back inside her cunt. Cassowary choked out a soft moan around his thumb.

“I know you didn’t drink his blood,” Astarion said. “But, did you want to?”

He pulled his thumb out of her mouth and returned his grip on her throat. Astarion’s other two fingers inside her did not move.

She remembered the sound of Gale’s blood rushing through his veins, his strong heartbeat.

“Yes,” Cassowary confessed.

Astarion held her in place. “Naturally. Good girl. Now I have my baseline.” He pushed his fingers further into her. “Did you touch him?”

Cassowary’s breath caught in her throat. She tried to sink further down on his fingers, but he wouldn’t let her. “Yes.”

“Where?” Astarion asked.

“We hugged,” she whimpered.

Cassowary slid a hand between her thighs and began rubbing small circles around her clit.

Astarion growled, released her neck, and grabbed her wrist. “No.”

She met his eyes, pleading.

“You ask for permission before you touch yourself,” he said.

“Please, Astarion.” She threw her head back, frustrated with the lack of contact.

“No,” he said. “Look at me.”

She met his eyes. There was something predatory in his gaze now, it sent a jolt of desire straight to her core. She would do anything for him.

“Did you kiss him?” Astarion asked, his voice low.

Her walls clenched around his fingers, just for a moment. “No.”

“Liar,” he hissed. Astarion curled his fingers, brushing her g spot. “Touch yourself now.”

Cassowary needed no further instruction. She found her clit and began to work quick, sinful circles. Astarion slid his dexterous fingers in and out of her so slowly.

“I’ll ask again,” he said. “Did you kiss him?”

Fuck he felt so good. The only thing that would have felt better was his cock. She rolled her hips, pressing his fingers deeper into her. “Once. Mm — just once. N-nothing —”

Gods. This shouldn’t work. She should be able to lie to him.

“Show me,” he demanded.

Cassowary stopped touching herself to reenact the kiss. Chaste. Simple. Something common between friends. The truth.

Astarion growled. His fingers stopped moving. He grabbed her wrist again to stop her from touching herself. “Did you fuck him?”

“No,” Cassowary said, breathless.

“Did he want to fuck you?”

“I — I don’t know,” Cassowary shifted in his lap enough to feel his erection.

Astarion growled again, low, and angry. “Did you want him to fuck you?”

The memory of her only night with Gale rose to the surface. It had been ethereal.

Did she want Gale to fuck her again? Her walls fluttered and clenched around Astarion’s fingers.

“No,” she said. She wasn’t sure if that was the truth or not. What she did know, was that right now, she wanted Astarion more than anything else. “I only w-want you.”

“Good girl,” Astarion purred. He released his grip on her wrist and Cassowary began to touch herself again.

“Who do you belong to?” Astarion looked down at the wet mess between her legs. He curled his fingers and began fucking her slowly.

“F-fuck,” Cassowary whimpered. “Mm. You.”

“Say it.” His free hand slid up her back to pull her closer to him. He pressed his face into her neck, lips ghosting over her skin.

“I b- belong to you,” she whimpered.

“Again,” he demanded. The sharp edge of his fangs teased her neck.

“I- I belong to you, Astarion,” Cassowary managed to choke out between moans.

“That’s right, little bird. You’re mine, remember? I don’t need to compel you to know that your future is mine to decide.”

“Yours. All yours.” Gods, she was so close. Her desire was building to a crescendo and one little push would send her over the edge.

“We’ll be together forever,” he whispered against her neck.

“Forever,” Cassowary moaned. “I’m yours forever, Astarion.” That one little thing that would send her over the edge, she knew what it was now. “B-bite me. Please.”

“My pleasure.” Astarion sank his fangs into her neck. A pain she knew all too well. Exactly what she needed.

She saw stars behind her closed eyes. Her body shook and her walls pulsed as she came around his fingers, crying his name. She could feel him smile against her skin as he greedily gulped down her blood.

Cassowary went limp, melting into him. Astarion slipped his fingers out of her overly-sensitive cunt. He tore himself away from her neck and pulled her flush against his chest.

“You know I adore you,” Astarion said.

She collapsed, her own face nestling against his neck. She breathed him in — bergamot, rosemary, and a hint of aged brandy. Home. Hers, all hers.

Then, for the first time, it occurred to her that she could bite him. When he turned her she was granted one drop of his blood. Now, with his power over her gone — she could take more power all for herself. Level the playing field.

But he was stroking her back so lovingly. She felt so happy right here, on his lap. His. She sighed against his neck. There would be another chance to take what she deserved. For now, she was fuck drunk and satisfied.

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