Pointy Ears
Summary: You accidentally find just how sensitive Astarion is when it comes to a certain part of his body…
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Sub-ish Astarion. Ear sensitivity. Blood drinking. Fangs. Astarion being a whimpering mess. He's also a big shooter (idk if there is a more accurate terminology in fanfiction haha). Handjob. Cumplay. Praise kink. Edging (if you squint). Nipple play.
Word count: 1.8k
You could feel Astarion was nearly done, as your fingers raked across his scalp and through unruly curls, the warmth of your blood spreading gradually across his skin.
He was comfortably nestled between your legs, occasionally bucking his hips into you as his cock hardened with each passing second.
Even as your vision began to blur, the pleasure vastly overcame the impending sense of dread. After all, he could easily send you over the edge between life and death if he lacked the restraint to stop himself.
Your other hand caressed the lukewarm skin of his arm and traveled up to his neck, where you could feel his throat shift rhythmically under your touch as he downed mouthfuls of your blood.
“Astarion…” you whimpered faintly, as life slipped from you dangerously fast.
He grunted once but didn't budge.
Bringing your hand to his face, you felt a growing wave of panic take over.
He had never gone too far.
But dizziness and chilling shivers quickly enveloped your body, rendering you nearly helpless.
“Astarion…”
He rolled his hips into you but kept his mouth firmly latched onto your neck, his concentration never wavering.
With eyes pressed shut, your fingers reached up until they faintly brushed past the tip of his ear.
And then he instantly froze.
As if stung by some unseen entity, he quickly pulled back from you, wide-eyed and lips stained with blood.
“What's wrong?”
He reached out for the scroll of Lesser Restoration on the bedside table and placed it in your hand before rolling off of you and onto his back.
You uttered quick words and watched as the piece of paper dissolved into thin air, quickly feeling your life force being restored as warmth and vigour sprawled along your body once again.
“Astarion?”
He had his eyes closed shut, and you watched as his hand hurriedly made its way to unlace the front of his trousers, alleviating the constricted erection.
Had you done something wrong?
He didn't seem troubled or uncomfortable, and merely let out a sigh of pure relief as he freed his cock.
“Do that again. Please.”
You arched an eyebrow as you rolled on your side, utterly confused. “Do… what?”
“My ear… touch it…”
Oh?
Your eyes landed on his flushed, pointy ear, and you proceeded to give the sharp edge a tentative caress with the pad of your thumb.
His lips parted with a soft gasp and he arched his back ever so slightly.
This was new.
Your gaze shifted to his lower half, noticing how his hardened cock twitched as you brushed the warm skin of his ear.
Seeing his cock fully hardened and with this faint blush to it thanks to your own blood coursing through his body, never failed to send the most delicious jolts of pleasure between your legs, effectively igniting a gentle throb.
“Does that feel good?” You cooed, staring back at his face again as he let out a few whimpers.
“Ridiculously good.”
That was all the incentive you needed, bringing your forefinger to his ear and giving it a soft squeeze between your thumb.
“Gods…”
This time, he rolled his hips, and you could only stare in complete awe as the first beads of precum began to drip from the tip.
You involuntarily licked your lips and lowered your head to rest on his unmoving bare chest.
He felt cozily warm from having fed on you and couldn't help but to reach down with your other hand, tracing a finger along a single bulging and thick vein that spread along his cock.
Your feather-like touches kept drawing out the most beautiful whimpers and gasps from him.
His mouth watering cock was always so responsive to your touch, that you found yourself grinding your hips instinctively against him.
A needy moan parted your lips slightly at the mesmerising sight of a single string of precum bridging the flushed tip of his cock to his lower abdomen, and beginning to pool on his skin as a few droplets threatened to spill down.
Once again, you ran your finger along the protruding underside of his length, too entranced with how it twitched so eagerly for you.
Unsurprisingly, Astarion reached down with one hand, wanting to wrap his fingers around his length, but you intercepted him halfway through.
“Allow me, lover.” You whispered sweetly, lifting your head to take a look at him.
As expected, he looked positively ethereal; his face tinted with the faintest blush and his half-hooded crimson eyes set on you.
“You don't have to.”
You shifted higher, letting go of his hand, which he dropped to his side, and you leaned in until your lips brushed against the pointy edge of his ear.
“Do you want me to?”
He chuckled lowly. “If I want you to pleasure me? What a silly question, darling.”
You smiled at his bluntness before darting out your tongue to join your fingers.
Another guttural groan escaped his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut once again.
Leaning back, you positioned yourself to sit next to him, wanting to keep your focus on both his cock and ear.
His eyes flew open, and he began to prop himself on one elbow and hand reaching out for your trousers, clearly trying to be the one setting the pace.
But you shoved him back with a chuckle. “Just lay back and allow me to take care of you.”
He arched an elegant brow at you.
He was too used to being the one taking the lead. It was instinctive for him to have control over each other's pleasure.
But you wanted him to lose himself in the moment, not having to concern himself with anything but his own bliss.
“Pretty,” you said truthfully as his eyelids nearly dropped when you brushed a finger along his tip. “So pretty…”
He immediately whimpered, lust-blown eyes never leaving yours. “Yes. Yes, you are.”
Gods…
Astarion was truly a natural at leaving you speechless with his words.
You kept the gentle and unwavering caresses along his sensitive ear.
As you shifted your gaze, you noticed the pool of precum on his lower abdomen already overflowing, droplets rolling down his skin.
Instinctively, you swiped two fingers to collect some of it, and began spreading them along his cock, earning a hiss of approval.
“You delectable little vixen.” He groaned out with a few rolls of his hips.
The swell between your legs throbbed viciously from his praise, and it had you wrapping your fingers around him.
His own wetness aided you in your initial strokes, feeling the bulging veins under your touch caving in momentarily before filling up with your blood once more.
You could get used to having Astarion like this for eternity.
Just too lost in genuine pleasure and lust.
Trusting you to guide him to unheard of heights and fully letting go.
The pace was set.
The perfect balance between steadiness and tightness, and more than enough to have him jerk his hips upwards as he fucked your hand.
You reckoned he wouldn't last long given how his whimpers intensified each time you applied the slightest pressure to the shell of his ear.
Suddenly, he moved one hand to your chest, and you gave him a disapproving pout, not wanting him to take over.
But…
“Let me see them…”
His words came out laced with desire and whimpers, eyes set on your eyes as the hint of a plea made you gasp.
You kept the pace on his cock as his experienced fingers tugged at the lacing of your shirt. He worked his way down agonisingly slow, chills spreading throughout your body as more and more of your skin was exposed to his gaze.
He halted once he found what he was looking for.
With a soft tug, he moved the fabric out of the way, your swaying breasts in full view.
A violent jolt of pleasure nearly has you halt at once, too taken aback by the eroticism of all of it.
“Keep going, darling…” he urged, honey dripping from his words. “You can grip it tighter, can't you?”
Gods above…
He then brushed his thumb across a hardened nipple and your mouth fell open in a strained gasp.
Your breasts moved in unison with the pace on his cock, lewd sounds echoing around the room.
You had to bite down hard on your lip to muffle the moan stuck in your throat.
“Ah-ah-ah,” he tutted disapprovingly, his thumb releasing the trapped lip and moving to press down on your chin to pry your mouth open. “Let me hear those sweet moans.”
It annoyed you how he was so quick to reverse the roles and how easily you fell for his traps.
But you weren't ready to let him win just yet.
"Maybe you shouldn't make such demands when I have you in the palm of my hand - quite literally."
The glaring pun made him scowl.
You offered a devious smile instead.
Then, you increased the pressure on his ear, and the effect nearly had you chuckle viciously at the sight of him immediately crumbling down, back pressed flat against the mattress again.
“Gods!”
The whine of frustration mixed with a moan let you know you were victorious in having him right where you wanted.
His hips snapped more aggressively into you as you squeezed him even tighter.
He was so close.
There was something so incredibly hypnotic about having this man coming undone for you.
Because of you.
You couldn't think of a more effective ego-booster.
So by the time he reached his peak, you could only glare in utmost wonder as you felt his cock twitch violently under your palm as the first spurts of cum shot out, reaching as far as his chest - one even reaching his neck.
Your mouth fell open.
He had balled his fists, gripping the bedsheets so fiercely as he rode out the untameable wave of pleasure. His head was thrown back as he arched and shuddered, profanities spilling from his pretty lips.
And the sound of fabric tearing echoed in the room.
Oh.
You aided his cock as best you could, squeezing the final drops of cum, mesmerised by the amount of thick liquid that now covered him.
Still driven by your own unrequited pleasure, you leaned to swipe your tongue across his nipple, collecting as much as you could.
His hand moved to the back of your head, silently urging you.
It only took a couple of swipes to gather enough cum to pool on your tongue.
Astarion's half-hooded eyes met yours. “Does it taste good?”
With the most sultry look you could conjure, you swung your leg over his torso, effectively straddling him as your mouth hovered over his.
“You tell me.”
He furrowed his brows inquisitively.
And you promptly took his lips in yours, which he eagerly parted. You seized the opportunity to push your tongue against his, allowing the liquid to drip down.
He groaned as he tasted himself on you, deepening the searing kiss, both hands on your hips, grounding you.
Yes.
You could definitely get used to this.
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