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𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: 𝕔𝕙.𝟛 - 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕

pair: Ascended!Astarion x female!reader

tags: no y/n is used, rating - T, (this chapter) pissed off Astarion, threatening, light choking, grinding

summary: you're skilled, driven and most importantly - ambitious. but even as someone in your position, a trained assassin and a leader of your own Guild, you still lend yourself to jobs that are of importance. even if those jobs sometimes mean attending parties. tonight - it's a masquerade and you're bored out of your mind, until the man who hired you to protect him leaves you alone, at the mercy of a stranger who suddenly took a keen interest in you.

this is a 7 chapter fic exploring Ascended Astarion through a lens of 7 deadly sins.

word count: 3,131 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

a/n: enjoy ♡~

Weeks pass but your mind is not much clearer about what happened with Astarion in the graveyard. As you shuffle through the papers on your desk your mind is elsewhere, at that moment when he sank his teeth into you, when he drank your blood with such greed it could’ve killed you, and you wonder - what is it that he wanted that night, your body or your blood?

You can’t focus on reports that you are trying to sort, reports of people tracked, killed or robbed. Not long ago you started a mass operation to tip power scale of Baldur’s Gate in your favor, but all you can think of is that vampire that chased after you just because you wounded his pride. Yes, men kill for their pride, is he that type of man?

You sigh and let the papers drop from your fingers onto the desk and rub your eyelids with a sigh. Yes, you heard the whispers. Hells, your own informants and assassins reported the rumors – Lord Astarion is looking for you. He sent his spawn, a small army of them, to look for any trace of you. Thankfully you’re careful enough and your men are tough enough to not let any leads slip, but you wonder why he’s so desperate to find you. You aren’t sure if it’s because he wants you or to feed on you and somehow you are beginning to think it’s the latter, considering how he tried to gorge himself on your vitae.

You suppose you will learn soon enough.

A day ago you made your best sneakthief bring a letter, an invitation, to Astarion’s mansion, asking him to come here, to your very own Guildhall. If he’s seeking for you so much then you want to know why. With any other person you would not expect them to show up the next day but with his spawn feverishly combing the city, it leaves you with impression that he won’t delay if he can afford it.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on your door and one of your men peak his head inside, his eyes meeting yours.

“He’s here.” the man cryptically says but you know exactly who he means and so you gather your wits, giving him a curt nod.

“Let him in.” you command and receive a nod in return.

The door closes and you quickly put the papers away, cleaning your desk from any sensitive or well, incriminating, information. You don’t need Astarion seeing any reports or contracts. He’s a vampire after all, he might use that knowledge against you and you don’t want him to have this kind of leverage.

Couple minutes later you see the door swing open without a knock and Astarion struts in with a wicked grin. He shoves the door close and pauses to inspect your office. His eyes take in the wooden panels of the walls, the paintings that would hang shamelessly in Duke’s home itself, the carpet leading from the door to your desk and another one underneath it. Astarion’s gaze scans over the cabinets and couple closets, the bookshelf, the rack with wine and then turns back to you and your heavy oak desk, the luxurious armchair you’re sitting on. Seems nothing slips past him while he inspects the room almost like a caged animal that knows he can break free any moment. There’s caution but also self-assurance.

With that same arrogance in his strut and smirk, Astarion begins walking to your desk. His long coat open and showing a silken shirt underneath that matches his pants perfectly. An expensive ensemble in white and blue, embroidered with real gems and you make a note that he seems to prefer this style although you don’t know why exactly you want to remember this, but sometimes small details like that become the downfall of your enemies, maybe it will be useful here too if Lord Ancunín is keen on making you an enemy of his own.

“So! This is where you have been hiding.” Astarion says and there’s venom in his voice that he doesn’t even try to hide. You lean back in your chair and clasp your fingers together, resting your hands on the desk while you observe him and his body language.

“I heard you wanted to talk to me.” you nod to the one of the two chairs on the other side of the desk and Astarion pauses, giving one of them a disgusted look, most likely imagining how many low-lifes sat there before him, but he sighs with almost dramatic flair and sits down, lounging as if the place belongs to him.

“Indeed I have. Tell me, little assassin, why have you waited so long to reach out if you heard I was searching?” Astarion’s slender fingers tap the armrests his arms are draped over and you raise an eyebrow at him, not amused by his subtle display of power.

He’s in your domain and he better be careful or he might not leave alive, because you are sure that even a Vampire Lord can’t survive an entire Guildhall of trained killers. Or, well, so you hope. Still, you’re confident and secure in your own small kingdom so you smile to him, making sure that he sees the mocking nature of such expression.

“You didn’t appear on my priority list, I’m afraid. Tell me then, what is it that you want?” you ask, letting your grimace drop and Astarion’s vanishes too as his brows knit.

“You left without a word again.” he says in a tone that tells you clearly – this is something that upsets him greatly and he’s even more annoyed you don’t seem to realize it’s important enough to exactly why he’s here without asking first.

“Indeed I have. Did that bother you?” you try not to grin at him again and almost lose the battle, except a sudden outburst of Astarion’s anger makes you immediately become cautious as he jumps to his feet and slams a clenched fist on your desk, making inkwells and quills jump while his fiery crimson eyes burn into yours.

“Who do you think you are to walk away from me?!” he nearly yells but manages to control his voice last second while pure rage storms within him and you take a moment to look at him, utterly bemused by this outburst.

“Since when fucking you gives you any authority over what I do?” you ask and obviously Astarion didn’t expect that, because his expression freezes for just a moment, then switches to barely hidden shock. He straightens his back and lifts his chin, arrogant and proud, trying to assert himself.

“Everybody in this city is just waiting to be controlled.” he lifts his hand, beginning to gesture a plucking motion. “One by one, everyone will become my thrall either by bite or out of fear. I’m just giving you a choice when so many others won’t have such luxury.” he smirks and you catch a glimpse of his fangs, for a moment feeling ghostly sensation of them embedded in your neck again.

“Doesn’t sound like much of a choice, Astarion.” you comment and his eyes snap at you, vicious glee in them.

“Are you trying to be clever now, little assassin?” he mocks and leans over your desk, pressing his palms flat on the top of it as his eyes lock on yours. “You do have a choice. You can be mine or you can die.”

You pause at his words. This is not the first time you have heard such threats and from men scarier than him, so you laugh. Loudly. Your reaction makes Astarion’s face twist in a hateful scowl but he says nothing, waiting for you to stop laughing and speak. So when your amusement starts settling into a chuckle you smile at him, entertained by his words and what he wants them to mean.

“You must think you’re being merciful, don’t you? Presenting me with an impossible choice.” you comment but you can’t deny to yourself that his boldness is in a way endearing. He’s dangerous, you knew that already, but his confidence is quite charming in a twisted sort of allure. “Tell me, Lord Astarion Ancunín, how is it that I’m given a choice, hm?” you say with sarcasm dripping off each word and the vampire pauses then smirks to you, pushing himself from the desk and beginning to walk around it, towards you.

“I find you… unique. In your own pathetic, mortal way.” Astarion says in a pompous way and you watch him get closer until he’s by your side, leaning against the edge of the desk and looking down on you with a malicious grin. “You see, you intrigue me, little assassin. I want to play with you a little longer and it’s more enjoyable if you come along willingly.” his fingers tap the oak of your desk and your raise your eyebrows.

“Is that so? So which numbered slave of yours I would be? A hundredth? More?” you offer him a bitter grimace and Astarion chuckles, his eyes slipping from your face to your neck that’s not hidden by the light leather armor you’re wearing today.

When you’re not pretending to be a bodyguard to paranoid nobles, your dresses are forgotten in the closet and replaced with functional set of boots, pants and shirt. It looks like seeing you dressed in such attire amuses Astarion and he briefly pauses before responding.

“I’ll let you know that there’s nothing in this world I cannot have. I can take anything I want, be it treasures or people.” he smirks and his eyes meet yours again. “I should’ve made you a spawn just to teach you that.”

“And yet you didn’t. Why?” you turn your body in the chair just so that you can see his face better and Astarion sighs, his expression finally losing that malevolent edge although the smirk remains. He leans close to you, studying your eyes and rest of your features before he speaks.

“I prefer when they come willingly. Delicious as you were, I didn’t want to force you to be my spawn.” he whispers and there’s barely hidden desire in his tone, making you again wonder if it’s just the blood that he wants or your body too.

“Rest assured, I am not interested in becoming your spawn. So what now, will you kill me?” your eyes drift down his face, to Astarion’s lips, and you remember how scorching his kisses were, how his tongue tasted, it stirs desire in you once more, but you try to push these feelings away from both your mind and body.

“I could.” Astarion says with unwavering conviction. He leans away from you and sighs. “What, do you really think your darling playthings would be able to stop me in time if I decided to snap your neck here and now?” he sounds almost bored as he says it and you frown, insulted that he thinks he has even a chance to harm you, let alone kill you, especially while he’s in your dominion. With a frown you push back with the chair, making legs of it slide over the carpet silently and you stand up moving to the side, making sure that the corner of a desk is between you and him.

“Bold of you, to think you can take a Guild Leader like me without consequences or issues.” you say and tap the dagger at your side. You have more blades hidden on your person, but he doesn’t need to know about those, unless he forces you to show them.

Astarion laughs at your words and moves from the desk, walking towards you as if you’re a prey to a predator, and you give him a prideful look, making it clear that you won’t stand back. Suddenly his arm shoots up and by gripping your throat he forces you backwards to the wall. You react just as fast, drawing your blade and aiming it at the underside of his jaw with narrowed eyes and clenched teeth but Astarion only chuckles.

“Cut me, I dare you.” he leans to your lips, brushing his against them, his hooded eyes sweeping over your face, and your exhale slowly, letting him, moving your dagger with his body, not cutting him just yet but poising to do so if you sense actual danger from him. Yet you don’t, not now at least.

“I’m not going to be just another spawn among thousands to one exalted vampiric master.” you whisper and Astarion pauses, his eyes locking on yours but suddenly he chuckles.

“No, you won’t be. Of course you won’t. You will be my favorite spawn.” he falls silent for a moment then grins widely. “At least for a while.” and then the vampire kisses you, deeply and hungrily, not letting you turn away.

The kiss takes your breath away and for a moment you forget his words, the fire inside you roaring with the heat of nine hells and you let your dagger clatter to the floor before you grasp onto his shirt and pull his body against yours. Astarion smirks against your lips and swiftly pushes his tongue into your mouth, greedily tasting you once again. Oh how he missed the taste of you. His own desire that now borders on obsession takes a hold of him and vampire releases your throat, grabbing at your wrists and pinning them over your head just a second before he begins grinding his hips against you. You feel his hard cock even through the fabric of his pants and yours, and you gasp into the kiss, feeling your body respond with familiar wetness between your legs. You don’t resist, don’t even try to, as blood rushes to your face and the tip of your tongue traces his teeth, the fangs, the outline of his tongue.

Suddenly he pulls back from your lips and buries his face into your neck, greedily inhaling your scent, nudging the spot where your blood pulses the hardest with his nose.

“Tell me you will become mine.” Astarion demands with a raspy voice right before his teeth give your neck a bite, but this time without his fangs piercing you. “Tell me you want to be mine.”

Your eyes open at his words and you exhale with a choked gasp at his nibble but then smirk. If he thinks this is enough to make you foolish, then he sorely misunderstands who you are.

“No.” you whisper and Vampire Lord freezes, then lifts his face from your neck to look into your eyes. He looks confused, shocked even, like he cannot believe he really heard this upsetting little word come from your lips.

“No?!” Astarion asks in a strained whisper as if he really can’t comprehend that you’re refusing him. Again.

“No. Kill me, I dare you.” you smirk and his beautiful features immediately become twisted with hate but then a second later he collects himself, at least to a degree, and grins at you.

“Do you want to die so badly, little assassin?” he asks, the grip on your wrists becomes tighter and tighter, nearly cutting off circulation but you don’t even flinch while he continues. “Think of all the things I can offer you, darling. You’re not going to say no to that, surely? Immortality, power, eternal beauty, what there is not to want? I offer you a gift like no other.”

You nearly laugh but know better than to push his limits right now, so you just smile to him, politely and almost genuinely.

“You really think that a promise of immortality will make me want you more? To sign off my free will for eternity to a man I fucked twice?” you ask and watch Astarion consider your words for a moment, strangely not snapping at you right away, but then his smirk becomes vicious and animalistic, his fangs reminding you of a threat he really is.

“Very well, then I will take what I want by force.” Astarion’s voice is menacing as he says this and your heart skips a beat in a moment of fear when you watch him begin leaning his face back to your neck, but then you snap out of your frozen state and remind yourself who you are and more importantly - where.

“Herin! Varnel!” you call loudly and immediately two men enter the room. When your eyes move to them you see they look unphased. Good, you taught them well.

Astarion, on the other hand, freezes not at your shout as if he was expecting you to scream, but only when he hears people entering your office. He slowly turns his face to them and you can feel his grip on your wrists shake with barely contained rage, yet he laughs and releases you, stepping backwards before his eyes return to you.

“I see.” he comments and straightens his shirt with his palms while you rub your wrists with a smug expression on your face. You know you won this round, just like the previous two. And you know that you won’t be forgiven for it.

“Gentlemen, please make sure that Lord Ancunín finds his way out without issues.” you command your men while your eyes remain on Astarion’s and he doesn’t move until your assassins step closer. Only then he smiles a dangerous type of smile and bows his head to you.

“I see, my little assassin. I understand.” he says and then looks at the men meant to show him out. You can near sense his thoughts, that he could kill them both and you if he wished so, but can he slaughter the entire Guildhall? Probably not without issues.

Astarion’s shoulders straighten and he nods to the men.

“Show me the way.” he says with undisguised arrogance and begins walking, followed by your guards while you watch him leave the room, your wrists heavily throbbing with pain, a foretelling sign of bruises.

You sigh with relief when the door closes leaving you alone in your office and roll your eyes. You’ve met difficult men before, so Astarion’s behavior doesn’t surprise you. What does surprise you is your own yearning to have been able to spend more time with him, to feel his touch on your bare skin.

You exhale as if disappointed in yourself and frown, trying to chase these thoughts away while you walk back to your seat, trying to focus on things that still need to be done today.

You know that Astarion is a dangerous man. A very dangerous one.

And yet you can’t help but wonder what ruling Baldur’s Gate with him would be like, if only for a second.

A second that you should not have allowed yourself.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion x reader #reader insert #x reader #female reader #astarion #ascended astarion #lord astarion

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if i focus hard enough hopefully there's a post today🤞🏻

#my adhd is the bane of my existence but i'm trying my best #author note

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#reblarg for day folks

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#for raph and keth it's definitely in the plans at some point but i need to finish some bigger projects first #poll

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i usually don't like to lament my writer's woes on here but i need at least 30 hour day to be able to write as much as i want to lol

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do you understand how much self-control it takes me not to post literally every horny thought to tumblr. The number of times I open up a draft, write a variation of ‘my god I want to [blank] Rolan so hard he [blanks]’… I am chewing at the bars of my goddamn cage. but that pent-up horniness is fic fuel so I have to keep it in reserve y’know

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Tried a little more cinematic lighting and composition ✍️

#oooh Ascended! so pretty!

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐭

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𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕦𝕤

pair: Lord Astarion x female! vampire/tiefling !reader

tags: no y/n is used, rating - e, smut, predator/prey, vampiric shapeshifting, chasing, fear play, non-consensual blood brinking, compulsion, light bondage, dubcon, knifeplay, praise kink, asphyxiation, mild degradation, begging, object insertion, cunnilingus, anal fingering, anal sex, vaginal fingering, forced orgasms, multiple orgasms, grinding, overstimulation, PiV, face-fucking, cum swallowing, blood drinking, plot what plot

summary: it was supposed to be just a little game: you run, he chases. fun, innocent, maybe a little childish. but as you rush through the forest, doubt starts nagging at you and fear begins to grip you. what if this not a game anymore, not to Astarion anyway? unsure of what happens when he finally catches up with you, you run - you run as if your life depends on it.

word count: 8,096

a/n: a gift fic written as reward for winning the raffle that i ran on this blog to celebrate the follower count! hope the wait was worth it and thank you for supporting my work ♡~ and as always - please enjoy♡

for @eldritch-rat ♡ congratulations on winning!

The night is cold but you barely feel it as you rush among the trees. From time to time you stop, craning your neck to look behind you, your eyes scanning the darkness for any signs of him. You agreed to play this little game and you had your fun so far, rushing through the forest, not knowing when he might catch you. It started as innocent fun. Catch me if you can, you told him before your feet quickly took you through the brush, weaving the flora of the forest you two settled nearby couple days ago.

You wanted to travel, so you travel, with Astarion by your side making sure that you experience the very best your new lives have in stock for you. Days and nights alike are filled with all the flavors and joys Faerûn has to offer even while you’re on the road, but nothing brings you greater joy than knowing you belong to your lover.

Still, you begin to wonder if you ran too fast or too far for him to catch up, but surely for a Vampire Ascendant it is not troublesome to find his ‘lost’ consort? You stop by a tree, placing your hand on a rough texture of it and turn to look over your shoulder, seeing just tree trunks and faint wisps of fog. Your eyes sweep over the area in a different direction but still nothing. Nothing at all stands out and you frown, pressing your lips into a thin line, wondering where Astarion could be. Why you don’t hear any footsteps, why you don’t hear him calling for you? It was supposed to be fun, he was supposed to catch you quickly, so why he’s nowhere to be seen?

You exhale slowly, listening best to your ability but you can’t hear even a single dry branch break, the forest is silent as a grave and a nagging thought gets into your head – what if he just let you run without actually following? You flush at the idea of embarrassing yourself like this but you’re determined to keep going, because you are sure Astarion wouldn’t do that to you. And least of all he wouldn’t let you wander too far from him, not when you’re still so new as a vampire. Neither of you have figured out your full abilities yet and Astarion is adamant on keeping you close as much as possible. No, he wouldn’t let you just run off into strange woods without making sure that you won’t end up in trouble.

With renewed determination you turn your eyes in front of you and begin walking, slower this time instead of running, listening for any sound that could reach your ears while your tail remains just as tense as the rest of your body. Your eyes keep looking, searching the darkness but you only can see this far without any additional aid of torch or a lantern.

It takes you a while to notice that the fog is getting thicker, heavier and you begin to wonder if you should head back. How long this has been going on for? Half an hour? An hour? With no Astarion in sight you’re feeling bored and slightly annoyed. He’s probably enjoying himself watching you wander aimlessly and try to avoid him when you’re not even sure he’s here.

Wait, what is this fog? You realize it feels strange. Yes, it’s obscuring your view but why you don’t feel any humidity on your skin from it. You stop again, moving your hand through the thin slivers in front of you as if that could help you determine the nature of it.

And then you hear something – a flutter of wings. Your head snaps in a perceived direction of the sound but you’re not sure if it’s the correct one. Still, your body tenses even more, your tail stiffens and your spine bends forwards just enough to make sure you can sprint if you need to. Again, the sound of wings, another direction, as if an owl or a crow is flying from tree to tree, and you realize that in the stillness of the forest it can only be Astarion.

Can it be him? He can’t control his powers fully yet, some things he can do just as you can, climb the ceilings, call upon wolves, but changing shapes is something neither of you yet truly mastered. Still, somehow you know it can only be him so you let your feet take you. You rush forwards, your eyes focused on the dark so that you don’t trip, so that your clothes don’t get snagged on low branches or bramble.

You run.

And not only because it’s a game you started, but because you are not sure if it’s a game anymore. You doubt that Astarion would seriously hurt you, but you have seen his anger, his rages, when something upsets him and the glee in his face when he takes those who offend him down, slowly and carefully, to make sure that they feel every single thing done to them. You haven’t been on the receiving end of those moments of fury, but who’s to say if he’s not angry now? Who’s to say that you, possibly evading him for so long, didn’t frustrate him just enough for him to desire to teach you a lesson, and not a fun kind.

Your jaw clenches as you move among the trees, trying to be silent but every step sounds like a thunder strike in your ears. Sweat slowly begins to coat your forehead and you keep hearing the sound of wings behind you, closer and closer, all the while the fog is making it more difficult for you to be fast, slowing you down near to a strolling pace. You stop again, look back, but you can’t see much at all anymore, the mist is just too thick, too dense to peer through even with your vampiric vision. You wipe your sweaty palms on your pants and try to listen rather than see, but again you achieve nothing.

No, you have to keep going, because at this point you’re not sure what to expect if Astarion catches up with you. An unfamiliar fear grips at your chest, the unpleasant kind. You don’t want to be scared of your lover and your master, you never had a reason before tonight, and yet…

You turn and run again, this time not caring if your shirt gets caught on bushes, not caring that you nearly fall after you trip over a root. You run, your own head telling you to panic, to go faster, to go farther, your logic leaves you as you make your way unaware of even the direction you’re heading to. You swallow hard with every second step, as the sound of wings gets closer yet again. You stop for just a moment when you hear it right behind you, and when you turn back with your face upturned, you see a giant bat clinging to a tree trunk, wings splayed, eyes glowing red, sharp teeth baren. A snarl-like sound escapes the beast and you gasp, scared like never before. This is not a game anymore.

With a frightened yelp you turn and run off, your lips parted as you gasp for air, forgetting even such a simple fact as your nonexistent need to actually do so. Your mind slips back to your mortal days, when you were weaker and so much more vulnerable, and your panicked brain even recreates a quickly drumming heart in your ears even if your actual one remains still.

Somehow this chase makes you forget that you’re a vampire. Once again you’re a mortal tiefling girl scared for her life. Once again you’re powerless, before you turned away from gods and signed a pact that tied you to an entity which granted you tools to be a mistress of your own fate. No, you’re not the woman you were just couple hours ago, this chase stripped you of your present and reduced you to something barely above a chased animal. A prey to a predator of unimaginable powers.

Your own breathing is all you can hear and then you stop in your track, nearly slipping on the mossy ground when the giant bat lands right in front of you. It’s so huge it towers and you lift your face to look at the bloody muzzle of the beast, realizing he caught something else before he caught you.

Wisps of magic wrap around the massive body and the transformation is instantaneous. Astarion stands before you, a grin on his lips, blood painting his chin and he wipes it off with the back of his hand.

“Did you really think you could escape me?” his voice is low, resembling the growl you heard him emanate just earlier while he was turned into that monstrous creature. Your eyes are wide as you stare into his glowing crimson irises.

You watch Astarion lick at the blood on his hand, his eyes not leaving yours and fear like a collar snaps around your throat. Every muscle in your body tightens and you turn on your heel, darting off. Behind you hear a laugh, mist muffling the echo bounding off the trees.

“Darling, you’re just not fast enough!” he shouts after you but you barely listen as you run, arms pumping, knees rising and falling. A branch catches left side of your face but you don’t even feel the sharp sting of it slicing through your skin. All you hear is footsteps, chasing after you.

Darting among the trees you try to escape and your brain shrinks to pure instinct, pure terror. You feel fingertips graze the tip of your tail and you snatch it away immediately with a shriek. Astarion’s laughter again, so close behind you and then the back of your shirt gets caught. He yanks you backwards and two top buttons rip at the strength of the pull. You shout again and your arms flail, desperately seeking for purchase, for anything to grab onto.

Suddenly, you feel the icy pierce of his fangs right into your cowl muscle, making your whole arm go numb near instantly. You cry out, trying to pry yourself away from him, feeling the blood being drawn out of your veins and then it’s over. Not even a flick of a tongue over your wounds as Astarion pulls back just as quickly as he descended upon your flesh.

Your talons scrape the side of a tree leaving deep gashes but offering no help in your struggle when Astarion begins dragging you backwards, making you stumble and loudly pant as you try to escape.

“Let go! Please!” you cry out and Astarion laughs, not stopping. The fog seems as thick as ever and you know that no one will hear you scream in these woods tonight.

“Little love, I can’t believe you think me so merciful.” vampire chuckles and you whine in your hopelessness, then scream when with another powerful tug he sends you flying backwards onto the mossy ground.

The landing pushes air out of your lungs and once you open your eyes you see your lover, your Lord, your Master, standing above you, a smirk on his lips, a trickle of blood down his chin. Your blood. He sticks out the tip of his tongue and drags it over his upper lip, scarlet eyes taking in your splayed figure in front of him, your shirt barely clinging to you by a mere button or two. You don’t have anything underneath and your exposed nipples perk up at the chill of the night. That doesn’t go unnoticed by Astarion and yet the fear still grips you.

“It was a game, I swear!” you try to defend yourself and your earlier suggestion but Astarion just glances over at your face and steps closer, pushing your mind deeper into the panic.

You flip on your front and on all fours you begin crawling from him, choked gasps getting stuck in your throat as you try to scurry away but to no avail. Your shirt gets grabbed again and this time last buttons give up the fight. Astarion pulls at the fabric, making you rise from all fours to your knees as he pulls the shirt off you, your arms following direction of the clothing article that has lost its use. Your shoulders send a sharp jolt of pain to your brain and you squeak before you can stop yourself, then fall back down onto your palms once your arms leave the sleeves.

Without a glance back you try to crawl away once more.

“Stop right there and look at me.” a command. It nails itself within your brain with stickiness of a spiderweb. You stop immediately with your face frozen in fear, you can’t move, you’re not allowed to. You always knew that Astarion has power over you, because he was the one to turn you, to make you his consort, his precious vampiric bride, but he never used his powers to compel you. Until now.

Your body follows his instruction, ignoring your attempts to resist it, and you move your head just enough to look over your shoulder while your lips tremble. Now you see a blade in Astarion’s hand, the edge of it looking menacingly sharp even in the darkness. He smiles the type of smile that spells danger, malice and pain. Tears gather in your eyes as you watch him begin to cut your already tattered shirt into strips. Astarion doesn’t look at you as he works, but he does speak.

“You wanted to play a game, darling. I’m surprised to see you’re not enjoying it much.” he muses with a voice that’s calm, relaxed, happy even. “Too bad though, because I’m going to have most fun whether you want it or not.” Astarion’s fingers collect the strips of your shirt in his palm and you feel his sanguine magic release you.

With a heavy exhale you whine and attempt to crawl again, but this time you’re slower, losing your energy to fight him, and you feel Astarion grab your tail, keeping you in place as he steps closer, leaning over you, to your ear.

“Don’t make this more difficult for yourself.” he whispers and your chest heaves a ragged breath before you stop breathing altogether as you feel the edge of his dagger press against your cheek. “Stay still while I do this unless you want to get hurt.” your Lord mutters and gives your ear a gentle kiss before pulling back entirely. “On your knees, darling.”

You raise from your hands, shakily finding your balance as you kneel, not daring to look at him. The tears in your eyes are still present as you tremble slightly while your mind conjures the horrors he could perform upon you. How far would Astarion go? Would he truly hurt you? You’ll learn tonight, you understand this with a sobering realization.

Astarion’s warm fingers proceed to tie your wrists together in silence and when that’s done he pushes you forwards, making you fall into the moss with the side of your face. You let out a sound but say nothing while your lover undoes the buttons of your pants and peels them off you with relative ease, one leg after another the moment your boots get tossed somewhere into the nearest bush.

“So beautiful.” Astarion hums to himself and you bite your lower lip when you feel him tie your ankles together, making it difficult for you to keep kneeling with your hips in the air. You use your tail for balance and receive a smack on your rear followed by a chuckle. “Stay still I said unless you want me to tie your tail to your horns, love.”

When he’s done binding your limbs, the Vampire Lord grabs the back of your neck and brings you upwards to your knees once more. He leans to your ear, then notices dried blood on your cheek where a branch cut you earlier and you feel his warm tongue caressing your cold skin where the scrape is, making your eyelids heavy.

“Astarion, I didn’t think-“

“Shh shh. No talking.” he croons and his fingers grip the back of your neck tighter while he presses his dagger to your throat. “I don’t want to break my precious toy but I will if I have to.” the menacing whisper makes a shiver travel down your spine right to the tip of your tail and you press your lips together. The blade grazes the underside of your jaw and you close your eyes, a single tear slipping down your cheek and you feel Astarion wipe it off with his thumb. “No tears, darling, they are unbefitting someone like you.” you only manage a small nod in response and feel flat steel of the dagger tap against your cheek. “Good girl.”

You whimper ever so slightly in response and the edge slides down your face, down your cheek, lower and onto your neck, pauses at your right breast, dangerously flicking your hard nipple and nearly cutting it, then down again, to your stomach, caressing the skin there with a dragon-like threat, making you unsure if he will go as far as to actually cut you. Your body responds with another shiver and you can’t help it, despite your fear your find yourself growing aroused. It starts small but the longer Astarion teases the tip of the blade on your stomach, circling it around your navel and grazing it over your pubis, the more wetness pools between your legs, threatening to begin seeping past your folds.

With a loud swallow you gently tremble when the cool steel travels across your stomach again and lower, then lower some more and your right inner thigh is caressed with the razorblade sharpness. The sting is unexpected and you hiss at the feeling, squeezing your eyelids harder, knowing that Astarion can smell your body reacting positively to his game. Suddenly your eyes snap open the moment you feel cold steel pressing between your folds. You nearly panic at the danger of being cut until you quickly realize that he’s using spine of the dagger. You whimper and bite down on your lip, trying not to make more sounds while Astarion slowly moves the blade between your folds, smearing shiny metal with your arousal. He does it so precisely that your swelling nub gets rubbed against the side of the blade and you have to fight yourself to remain silent.

“Such an easy whore you are.” Vampire Lord chuckles against your ear, his grip on your neck not relenting, but now slipping from the back of it to your throat, squeezing tighter and tighter with every slip of his blade against your sopping cunt. “Wet already, even if it’s just a blade.” he taunts and gives your ear a lick, making you gasp. “You’ll scream wonderfully for me tonight, you slut.”

You want to answer but realize you can’t. Astarion is squeezing your throat hard enough to prevent you from using your vocal cords, so you just move your jaw in futile exercise of what little physical agency you have while you’re at his mercy.

“Down, you greedy fucktoy.” vampire snarls and his blade leaves you, his fingers release your throat and you’re pushed face first into the moss again.

You turn your head, trying to peer at your lover over your shoulder with your rear high in the air and Astarion caresses your skin, runs his fingers alongside the base of your tail making your body shudder in response. You feel your own wetness stain your thighs, making you forget that your wrists and ankles are beginning to feel sensitive from your restraints.

“Astarion, please…” you gasp rather than use your voice and he leans to the side just enough to see your face, his eyebrow lifted curiously at you.

“Yes, my dearest pet?” he smirks arrogantly as he speaks and you lick your lips.

“Please, I need you.” you beg, trying to make your voice louder and struggling to do so. Your desire is overwhelming. He was never like this with you before and it’s driving you crazy. The fear and danger he combines so seamlessly while utilizing your own lust for him, a perfect blend of things you dreamed about but didn’t dare ask.

“I’m sorry, I think I misheard you? Would you speak up louder? I like my toy audible.” Astarion’s grin becomes sharper and you notice him toying with the dagger in his fingers. The sight makes you pause but you look into his eyes again and swallow.

“Please, my love, I need you.” your voice is louder now, clearer, and Astarion nods ever so slightly, something mischievous in his expression making you doubt your situation for a split second.

Vampire moves away from your field of vision, right behind you, and you feel his warm fingers trace along the seam of your cunt, painting his skin with your arousal, then you hear him inhale sharply.

“How lucky I am to have such an eager slut as my personal plaything.” he says and pauses for a moment as he teases you, making your stomach clench with expectation. “And since you asked me so nicely...”

You immediately realize that what Astarion begins pushing into your core is not his cock. You loudly gasp and whimper when the object is pushed deeper, the ridges of it making your head swim for a moment. The dagger. He’s using the handle of the dagger.

“Astarion…” you moan, unsure about the danger if he continues this but he just chuckles and grabs your tail with one hand, keeping you still. After another inch you feel his fingers that are holding the knife tightly by the grip, right at the crossguard, and you relax, letting your cunt swallow the hilt as deeply as Astarion can push it in. You move your tail and wrap it around the arm that he uses to steady you.

“You want this, don’t you?” vampire asks and you nod. “I thought so.” he chuckles and begins moving the dagger, textures and grooves of it immediately making your legs tremble and you moan, letting your eyelids close.

Astarion expertly drives the hilt into you again and again, faster with each thrust and harder, just the way you like it. You moan with every such invasion, saliva leaking out of your parted lips and getting soaked into the moss. You’re coming to your orgasm fast because the slightly bulbous pommel is rubbing against your most pleasurable spot. You try to speak your lovers name but all that comes out are first syllables of it, making him chuckle with satisfaction of your undoing administered by him.

“Cum for me, you whore.” Astarion’s voice is almost a growl as he demands your subjugation and you can’t disobey.

The tone of his voice and the pumps of the dagger are exactly the kind of last push you need and you cum. Your orgasm hits you hard and rips through you, making you cry out from the top of your lungs and then stealing your breath away just a moment later. Astarion moves the dagger until your screams fall to whimpers, then he pulls it out, making your cunt emphasize the absence with a wet sound, your arousal now easily dripping down your thighs and coating your skin.

You lie with your face on the ground and pant, gasping for air, your head swims and you shake, trying to collect pieces of your shattered self. But there’s no time for rest, no time for blissful relief as Astarion flips the dagger in his fingers and stabs the ground with it. The sound makes your eyes snap open and you feel yourself being turned, flipped on your back, your body pressing heavily on top of your tied hands.

“Oh… Astarion…” you gasp for air, wanting to tell your lover how good it felt but his face is decorated with a satisfied grin. He knows exactly how he made you feel just now and he’s not done.

“Only your screams tonight, darling toy.” he scolds nearly gently and you stop trying to speak, just attempt to get your breathing under control, then watch how his eyes sweep over your naked form while he kneels over your tied ankles.

He raises an eyebrow when his gaze lingers on your drenched core and then uses his hands to part your knees, giving himself a better look.

“I can’t believe how easy you are.” he taunts, making you feel slightly embarrassed but you say nothing, he instructed you to keep your words to yourself after all. Vampire’s fingers grip your shins now, stopping there to caress your skin for a moment, then he lifts your legs and places your bound ankles around his neck.

Your eyes slightly widen while Astarion’s fingertips explore your inner thighs and as he bends down you inhale in anticipation, then moan slightly the moment you feel his tongue fondle the cut on your skin he left just earlier. You clench your jaw at the mix of pain and pleasure of his ministrations to your wound and your arch your neck, feeling a shiver wash over your body.

“You always taste so sweet.” Astarion whispers against the cut and you let out a strained exhale, letting your back relax while your tail now finds a new point of purchase – his shin, and wrap tightly around it.

He grabs your hips now and leans in, making your thighs squish his head but Astarion does not care. His silver curls tickle your sensitive skin as he leans closer and press his tongue flatly against your cunt, drawing a moan out of you once more. He moves his warm appendage over your folds as if trying to lap up every single drop of you and you encourage his effort with softer mewls escaping your throat. Your back arches and your tail squeezes his leg harder the moment Astarion’s lips wrap around your clit and the tip of tongue begins flicking over it, up and down, down and up, in circles, again and again, making your head swim. You don’t even hear your own voice anymore, you’re lost in your gratification that’s coming to overwhelm you once more just like earlier.

You moan his name then get reduced to just cries of pleasure when your lover begins sucking on your clit, making your hips buck against his face and your thighs squeeze his head so hard your muscles tremble. You feel his fingers drag your hind back onto the moss, pinning it there so that he can continue his succor upon your throbbing clit and you fall into your bliss without resistance. Your pleasure overtakes you, your body trembles and squeezes while Astarion sucks on your sensitive nub right until you reach the point of pain. He stops then, not wanting to take you there, not just yet, and your body relaxes the moment his tongue retreats back into his mouth.

With a satisfied but tired moan you collapse onto the forest floor and feel Astarion part your legs, allowing him to raise his head. When you manage to open your eyes and glance down at him you see a smile and a predatory glint in his eyes.

He’s still not done with you.

“Good girl. You cum so fast for me, I appreciate that.” Astarion coos as he glances down at your drenched folds but this time the wetness comes from his saliva, the night air cooling your skin where his scorching mouth was just moments ago. “I still have not had my fun with you, I hope you noticed that.”

Your lover caresses your thighs and then lifts them again, now placing your bound ankles on his left shoulder and lifting your hips off the moss until you’re supporting your weight with just shoulder-blades. While Astarion looks you straight in the eyes he wraps one arm around your thighs, keeping you in place and making sure that you don’t slip, don’t lower your rear unless he permits so. His other hand wanders below you, his hot palm strokes your rear, his fingertips find your entrance and dip inside just for a moment before he pulls them out and drags them lower, smearing your juices and his saliva over your hole. Only thing you can do is wrap your tail around his thigh and cling to it for dear unlife.

You watch Astarion’s satisfied grin widen as he dips two fingers into your ass, feeling the tightness of it and obviously being satisfied by it.

“You know, my darling, that’s what I truly love about having you as my precious fucktoy. A vampire doesn’t have to worry about same things mortals do. I can use you however I wish and not worry about anything at all. Mortals are simply disgusting.” he laughs and you whimper because his fingers still work within you, slowly pumping in and out, preparing you for what’s to come. “Well, I mean vampires like you, love, because there are no other vampires like me.” a fitting boast and you nod slightly in agreement to him, making him smile softly at you. “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” you nod again and he pushes his two digits into you right to the knuckles. “You will take me entirely, won’t you?” another nod before he continues his teasing questioning. “You like it when I fill your holes, don’t you?” Astarion smirks and you nod, beginning to squirm now, wanting more even though your last orgasm was mere minutes ago. “Very good girl.”

You let out a soft mewl of happiness at his words and smile back, gasping only when he pulls his fingers out of you. With the same hand he works laces of his pants, his sanguine gaze locked on your face, because he desires to see every single expression you have to offer. When you feel his heated, velvety tip nudge at your hole you slowly exhale and bite the tip of your tongue, watching face his too, loving every declaration of lust that you can see, meant only for you.

“Take it all, darling.” Astarion smirks and bites his lower lip as he begins pushing into you, claiming your body in ways only he is allowed to. “Such a good girl, taking me so well.” he murmurs as his cock slides deeper and deeper, making you feel comfortably full and you gasp, releasing your tongue from your teeth. “Almost there, little love.” vampire coos in a soothing voice and when you moan louder he chuckles, right before you feel the warmth of his torso press against your rear and the back of your thighs. “So eager, I love that.”

He wraps his both arms around your legs now and begins moving. Slowly at first, letting you adjust to the sensation and depth of his cock buried deep in your ass, but you don’t need time, you already sigh blissfully at his every careful pump, making Astarion pick up his pace.

“What a beautiful sight you make, all just for me.” Astarion’s voice is a barely controlled snarl as he finally finds his own physical elation and he thrusts harder and harder, gripping your legs tighter, but only for a moment longer.

Soon one hand releases its grip, moving between your bodies, and fingers of it get shoved into your slick cunt. You gasp louder, looking at what he’s doing, unaware that you closed your eyes and enjoyed yourself just before he did this. You see a grin on Astarion’s face, his curls already sticking to his sweaty forehead and you notice near manic shine in his eyes as he pounds into you, harder and faster. His thumb finds your still very sensitive clit and begins to rub it, making you moan louder. Your fingers grasp at the moss, talons tearing at it as pain and pleasure clashes at your sensations.

“Astarion I don’t know-“

“I said no talking.” he quickly cuts you off and you bite your lip, silencing your words. “You will cum for me as many times as I tell you to.” a statement, not just wishful thinking, and you let your eyelids drop again as you relax, lean into the sensations as much as you can while your body reacts by tensing your muscles.

You whimper as your mind gets overwhelmed and you try to arch your back, but Astarion’s hand around your leg prevents you from moving, his cock plunges into your ass with reckless abandon, his fingers in your cunt curl and stroke and his thumb rubs your clit with feverish pace. Despite the painful sensation, your eruption nears again, you feel it spreading from between your legs and throughout your body, making you shake with the upcoming wave of mind-breaking climax. Astarion hears your fingers rip at the ground and he feels your ass clench his cock with such force he nearly cums early, but he holds you in place and with a low grunt accompanying every single one of his domineering slams against your body, he watches you writhe while you sink into the ocean of beatific crescendo.

All of your senses dull except for pleasure that coats your mind with fog not unlike the one surrounding you both. Your body arches and bends, your muscles tremble from tautness and you stiffen as your orgasm rips through you in wave after wave so hard that Astarion cannot thrust anymore. With his head thrown back and a cry of relief he cums too, unable to stop himself as his fingers dig into your flesh and hook into your cunt just to steady himself. You hear his moans, mixing with yours in the silence of the forest and in this moment - you exist just for him.

Eventually, after the aftershock of your rapture fades to near nothingness, your body relaxes at last and all at once, but Astarion’s grip on you is not enough to prevent your lower body slipping out of his hands and dropping onto the moss, making his fingers leave you and his cock pop out with a wet sound. He only manages to grasp onto your ankles so that at least your legs don’t slip off his shoulder and he lets out a breathy chuckle right as his eyes meet your dazed gaze.

“Darling.” is all Astarion manages to say and you offer him a weak, but satisfied smile while you both try to catch your breaths, try to calm down just a little before either of you can actually speak.

Unsurprisingly, your lover recovers faster. With his free hand he slides his palm over his sweaty curls, near slicking them back and he gently sets your feet on the ground as he eyes your exhausted form. You watch him grip the dagger and pull it out of the ground with one swift motion. You’re too dazed from your most recent orgasm that you don’t even have a chance to wonder what he’s going to do next. With one expert move your ankles become unbound and you exhale from relief because you didn’t realize how sore they were becoming, especially being propped up.

“That was incredible.” you speak with your voice coarse but Astarion gives you one glare and it makes you pause, while silencing you at the same time.

“We’re not done, my dearest pet, which means you don’t have permission to speak yet. Understood?” Astarion speaks while he parts your legs widely and you nod, now worrying about how long he still wants to keep going because you’re not sure if you can keep up. Everything about you feels sore already.

With a satisfied smirk your lover gets down to all fours and leans his head down, placing a kiss on your stomach, and another one just right above the first one. He makes his way up carefully, making sure that his lips leave a scorching trail across your skin as he stops by your breasts, giving one nipple a generous lap of his tongue, then the other one, and your body reacts, making fire in your abdomen begin to ignite hotter, like embers burning brighter at the gust of wind. You exhale with your lips parted as you watch Astarion’s kisses continue between your breasts, over your chest, across your neck and then he captures your face in a kiss so deep you mewl the moment his tongue pierces past your lips and teeth.

Astarion’s warm body descends slowly as you two kiss and it’s a sensation you never stopped loving. Once you were warm and he was cold, now this dynamic is reversed and both of you seem to be intoxicated by it, elevating your sensations to heights like never before. Still, when his cock begins slowly rubbing against your wet folds you flinch. It doesn’t go unnoticed and your lover pulls back from your lips, smirking at you as he lowers his upper body on his elbows, gently pressing his chest against yours.

“I know what you’re thinking, darling” Astarion whispers as his already hardening shaft keep teasingly rubbing against you, his hips moving in fluid motions. And then he maneuvers his cock in such a way that it presses firmly against your overstimulated clit, making you yelp and squirm at the painful sensation. “You’re thinking that you can’t take it anymore. So sore, so sensitive.” he taunts as he presses his dick harder against you, making you clench your teeth at how sweetly agonizing it feels. If he only gave you a minute or two to recover, if only he relented for a moment. “But don’t worry, my dearest pet, I know you can take it.” he pauses, enjoying your strained expression, your sweaty face, your clenched sharp teeth visible past your parted lips and he chuckles. “And if you can’t, you’ll learn to love it anyway.”

Astarion’s movements are slow, your arousal allows his cock to slide between your folds effortlessly, smoothly, and every single time he pushes his shaft upwards, his velvety tip nudges at your clit right before the rest of his length drags over it, prolonging the sensation. Your tail moves again and finds his ankle, wrapping tightly around it as you arch your spine underneath him.

Your eyes close as you try to bear with the pain, your legs trembling and squeezing his hips, trying to stop him to no avail. You hear yourself make strained sounds of discomfort and you arch your neck, beginning to shake with your whole body. It’s so much, too much, you’re about to scream but then Astarion’s lips press to your collarbone, trailing kisses on the underside of your jaw and your body begins to relax. Your tortured clit overcomes the aching stimuli and starts sending sensations of pleasure at last. You gasp, louder and louder as your lover’s cock keeps grinding against you, faster now.

“Come on, my pretty little slut, cum for me. I know you can.” Astarion purrs against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin and your fingers grip at the moss underneath you, your wrists now screaming from pain but you barely register that.

You moan and just as your body began to relax it starts tensing again, preparing for yet another orgasm. It’s pleasure but the pain is still present as your clit throbs against Astarion’s dick with delicious dedication to yield under his demands. You gasp for words, but he quickly moves his right hand and inserts two fingers into your open mouth.

“Not a word.” he reminds you as you climb your pleasure faster now. Your tongue moves around his fingers, tasting yourself from earlier and you give in, just like you always do.

You whine, it’s so much, almost too much, but you cannot stop the inevitable and you feel Astarion press his body against yours, making sure that you don’t move too much while he takes you closer and closer to your pinnacle. You’re almost there, so close that your mind begins to blur. And then it stops.

Gasping and trembling you open your eyes to look at Astarion and see his clouded from lust expression.

“Fuck.” he growls and a moment later you cry out when his cock plunge deep within you. You smile at that and bite your lip down the moment his fingers leave your mouth to find additional purchase on the ground near your shoulder. “You’re too sweet.” his eyes flick to you and you nod to him, making him grin. “Such a good pet.”

With that Astarion begins to thrust and you move your legs, locking your ankles on the small of his back right before he graces you with a wet, sloppy kiss. His moans sound delicious in your ears and you mewl too, feeling him thrust hard and fast as if his unlife depends on it. Soon the kiss breaks, he presses his sweaty forehead against your cheek while he grunts louder, his pelvis rubbing against your clit, bringing you once again to the edge of yet another climax.

“I can’t hold back-“ you choke out and before he can even respond you reach your limit, screaming for him once again, your body tensing and clenching around him, your cunt trying to milk him for all he’s worth, but Astarion just swears under his breath, pumping himself into you only for as long as it takes you to ride out your pleasure.

You collapse under him, gasping for air like never before and you can’t even open your eyes, barely comprehending what happened, barely grasping onto your sense of self, it threatens to leave you as your clit and cunt throb with pain and pleasure.

“You didn’t wait for my command, pet.” Astarion’s voice is a ragged whisper and you manage to open your eyes, seeing his grin but with an edge of danger. You disobeyed and he does not appreciate it, even if it was he who pushed you to such limit where you couldn’t help it anymore.

Without another word Vampire Lord pushes himself from you, pulling out of you and stopping for a moment to caress your swollen, sensitive folds, brushing his thumb against your clit and sending a painful jolt down your spine that you accompany with a painful cry.

“There, there. No more of that, you served your use well.” he pulls his hand away and moves your legs apart, releasing himself from your locked ankles.

Carefully he moves your tail away as well, then with one easy pull he hauls your body and flips you over. With a grip on your neck he pulls you upwards, making sure that you’re steadily kneeling before you watch him advance around you until he’s right in front of you, his still hard cock glistening from your arousal. You hungrily eye his glorious form and let your jaw become slack.

“Such a good girl, already know what to do.” Astarion comments with a satisfied smile on his face and while gripping the base of his cock, he guides it into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on him once again.

Your eyes meet his as he pushes his length deeper and deeper until you gag ever so slightly, then he stops, releasing it from his grip.

“There there, let’s not make you uncomfortable.” he croons and you smile ever so slightly even though he cannot see it with your lips wrapped around his cock.

You notice him lifting his hands and a moment later you feel Astarion gripping your horns, firmly holding your head in place. Then he shoves his cock deep into your mouth, making your eyes widen from shock and your throat spasms from sudden invasion.

“Come on now, you know how to take it.” Astarion hums arrogantly while he holds his cock in your throat, feeling it contract around the tip of him, and he sighs dreamily.

Your eyes water but you blink it away while your tongue moves around his shaft in vain attempt to alleviate your discomfort. Still, you do listen to him and you lift your gaze, relaxing your throat, stopping your breathing and waiting now as you let your tongue lie flat under his cock.

“There we go, you are such a darling.” Astarion praises and begins moving his hips against your face while still gripping your horns.

He fucks your mouth with increasing speed. He was already close before you came around his dick just earlier and now it’s his turn to get what’s owed to him. With a smirk he moves his hips faster, stronger, snapping them against your face with increasing fervor, the tip of his cock rubbing deep in the back of your throat. Your mouth salivates in response, pooling around your lower teeth and then spilling past your lips while you keep your tongue still and slightly propped, giving him even more pleasurable sensation.

“What a wonderful creature you are.” Astarion’s voice is breaking and it’s labored as he keeps satisfying himself with your mouth, his words strained when he speaks between his groans. “Filthy little whore and my precious regal consort in one. I am pleased.” he praises and you study his face, watch it becoming more and more colored in shades of lust and pride, mixed with his rapidly approaching orgasm. “You’re so good…”

This is the last thing Astarion manages to say before he moans and pulls your head by your horns, impaling your mouth over his cock as he climaxes, spilling his cum down your throat in twitching spurts while his loud moans fill your ears. You greedily swallow every last drop while he holds your face in place, pressed firmly against his skin and with a final spasm of his length, Astarion exhales with clear satisfaction.

Carefully he pulls your head away and you wrap your lips firmly around his shaft as it begins traveling backwards, being pulled out of your mouth. As the tip leaves your lips and you lick them, watching Astarion’s sweaty face and glazed-over eyes, you know you did well.

“Darling, you are magnificent.” he chuckles with happiness and lets go of your horns.

You notice his legs wavering as he walks from you, grabbing the dagger again and this time leaning in to cut the binds on your wrists. You immediately pull them to yourself and rub sore joints, but Astarion gently grips your jaw and turns your face upwards so that he can press his lips against yours. He pushes his tongue into your mouth and you mewl ever so slightly before he pulls back with a grin.

“Nothing tastes better than tasting myself on your lips.” he chuckles and you smile. Your body is exhausted, sore and you sit on the moss, finally noticing that the fog is gone.

“Was it your doing?” you ask as you raise your eyes to Astarion and he approaches, sitting on the ground as well with his back against a tree, then he pulls you into his lap. Your tail moves with joy and you know he sees it, yet you have nothing to hide.

“Yes.” he says proudly and you press your naked chest against him, gripping his shoulders while you grin and begin kissing his neck slowly, your tail finding his leg once again and affectionately wrapping around it.

“You hid it. Just like the bat form.” you say between kisses and Astarion puts his arms around you, letting you taste his sweaty skin with your tongue. He even leans his head back with a sigh of delight.

“I like to surprise you whenever I can.” he strokes your back in lazy movements. “You did well tonight, my love. You’re such a good girl for me, I think you deserve a reward.” you pause at his words and turn your face so that you can look at the left side of his own, one crimson eye meets your gaze. “Go ahead, darling, you deserved it.” he smiles and you smile back, then put your face to his neck once more, but instead of offering kisses, this time you part your jaw and sink your fangs into his flesh, eliciting a moan out of his throat once more.

“Such a good girl…” Astarion sighs, sounding absolutely content. You happily squeeze his leg with your tail in return, because you will never get tired of hearing that.

Ever.

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vampiric-hunger · 16 days

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new fic tomorrow! ♡ ~

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oooooohh i'm cooking again, i'm cooking for sure, my dears ♡ ~

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vampiric-hunger · 23 days

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not exactly WIP wednesday but here's a little WIP because i haven't posted one in forever

and i'm slowly picking up writing again, fingers crossed my writer's block will dissipate soon entirely <3

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vampiric-hunger · 1 month

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Please take all the time you need and rest! Hope the block ends soon!

thank you so much ;-; <3 yeah i hope it will go away soon too, it's really frustrating to be in this position because i have so many ideas to write and show you all :(

#messages and asks <3

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vampiric-hunger · 1 month

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experiencing a pretty bad writer's block :(

#author note #i hope it won't last for long but uhhhhh

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𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: 𝕔𝕙.𝟚 - 𝕘𝕝𝕦𝕥𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕪

pair: Ascended!Astarion x female!reader

tags: no y/n is used, rating - E, (this chapter) physical fighting, smut, dub-con, cunnilingus, orgasm denial, dick riding, PiV, blood drinking, creampie, graveyard smash

this is a 7 chapter fic exploring Ascended Astarion through a lens of 7 deadly sins.

word count: 5,969 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 |

Another boring soiree. Why do these nobles insist that someone is going to kill them the moment they are having fun with others of same status? You have been to quite a handful of these parties but not even once anyone attacked a person you were guarding nor have you heard of it happening in general. Political assassinations like that don’t happen much in Baldur’s Gate and you have a hard time being patient. If not for handsome amounts of gold these patriars offer you to just stand around and drink wine you wouldn’t even bother. Or, you think to yourself, maybe you would. Making noteworthy connections among the cream of society in this bustling city is always useful.

Your client tonight is Lord Witdale, a pompous middle-aged man that has as much stomach as he presumably has gold. And considering he already paid you for your protection tonight – the rumors might be correct. Problem is, the man doesn’t like being guarded despite hiring you. Even right now he’s in a group of young ladies, chatting them away as if he’s sure he can bed one of them tonight. And he might not be wrong. His status and talks about his riches already serve to inflate his importance to a point he seems to be quite a popular lay among the nobles. You don’t understand why, but then again, here you are, despite your own status as a Guild leader, parading yourself in a pretty dress just because this same man paid you a dizzying amount of gold to be here and watch his back. At least he doesn’t need much watching – surrounded by a flock of chattering women he is more protected than even you are in this moment.

With that thought you look around and pause your vigilance when a young servant boy comes by with a carafe of wine. You let him refill your glass and when he scurries away your attention gets immediately caught but a familiar sight – a cloud of white hair to your right. You glance in the direction and recognize the man you had that brief affair with. The memory is pleasant and so is his smile as he weaves through the crowd to approach you. He proceeds to bow in front of you in an exaggerated manner and you raise an eyebrow, amused rather than impressed.

“Lord Astarion, surprised to see you here.” you taunt but Astarion doesn’t miss a beat. He stands straight again and gives you a smirk.

“Is that so? Did you think I only attend select parties?”

“I hear you prefer to have such parties in your palace.” you take a sip of your wine, your eyes on his.

You remember the taste of his mouth, the feel of his cock, the way he moaned against your skin and you have to use all your strength not to start grinning. Such a beautiful man, he was the talk of entire city when he claimed the Szarr palace as his own couple years ago, and you had him all to yourself for one very satisfying encounter. You know that if women in this room knew that you got to experience what it is to be intimate with Lord Astarion, you would be envied with anger. As far as you’re aware – he’s the most desired bachelor in the city, yet he seems to be very selective in who he beds. The thought nearly makes you grin again.

“Of course I do, my dear. I prefer to stay comfortable in my own home.” Astarion comments and steps closer but you hear something else in his words, an unspoken truth – he prefers his own palace to be the gathering place because he feels in control there instead of out here, and you’re not unfamiliar with the feeling.

You don’t reply, just nod and drink some of your wine while observing him closely.

“Strong and silent type?” Astarion begins again with a smile. “I should’ve figured, considering how our last… encounter went.” his voice is heavy with implication and you smile back to him.

“Let’s say I’m a woman of action rather than words.” you hide your smirk behind the glass as you take yet another drink from it and Astarion chuckles.

“Can’t deny that I’m anything but impressed. Not every day a woman walks away from me before I get bored of her.” his smirk becomes more dangerous, gains an edge to it and you’re not sure what he’s implying but you have no desire to figure it out.

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” you comment, studying his face for a brief moment. “What I hear of you, it looks like your presence is very much desirable in gatherings such as this.” you make an effort to look around and check on Lord Witdale but he seems to be faring well.

Lord Astarion chuckles again and makes you look at him by trying to take your glass away from you. You don’t let him and that gives vampire a pause, his eyes meeting yours once more and looking the source of this defiance in them, yet he doesn’t increase his effort, letting go of the glass and gesturing around him.

“Patriars love to gather and chatter around. I won’t deny that even I’m not immune to deliciously sounding gossip.” he gives you a smile but you don’t respond to it.

“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” your polite smile is gone and Astarion’s own falters, then melts away, a hint of annoyance appears on his face but the elf quickly takes on a neutral expression with a hint of arrogance in how he looks at you, waiting for you to continue. “What is it that you want from me tonight, Lord Astarion?” you take another sip, giving him a moment to think before he replies but it doesn’t seem like he needs that moment. Instead, he just smirks at you.

“Impatient, aren’t we?” a soft chuckle escapes his lips and he leans to you ever so slightly. “I haven’t forgotten how you tasted last time we met, darling. Maybe I want another such taste.”

You pause at his seductive tone then laugh, surprising Astarion. He leans away from you, an eyebrow arrogantly raised as if you insulted him, but confusion is clear on his features.

“What’s so funny?” he asks impatiently, for a brief moment letting the mask of confidence and seduction slip but you don’t answer right away. Instead your eyes sweep down his stature and back to his face.

“You really think I want anything more from you than what I already have gotten?” you ask, genuinely surprised he’d suggest you two fuck again. You shake your head slightly in disbelief and empty your glass of wine. The vampire frowns at your words, obviously offended.

“Excuse me?” he begins with a tone that betrays his feelings – you wounded them, or at least his pride. “Are you telling me you would refuse me?” Astarion slightly rises his voice and you lift your eyebrows at him. He’s losing patience so quickly.

“We had fun, once. It doesn’t need to become anything else.” you reply casually and Lord Ancunin frowns deeply, his crimson eyes seem to blaze at your words which he obviously perceived as an insult.

“Careful, darling.” he says in a tone that spells danger and the smirk returns to his face, a sharp edge to it warning you that you should choose your words carefully next time you speak. “I may not know who you are but I won’t allow you to act like you have an upper hand here. I know you’re here because someone hired you. I assume you’re an assassin by trade but if you think that makes you some sort of dangerous figure I am to be afraid of, you are sorely mistaken. You’re just a toy to nobles who bring you here for your pretty face not for whatever skill you might possess.”

You listen to his little speech and smile after he’s done.

“Is that’s what you think, Lord Astarion?” you tilt your head slightly and take a short glance at Witdale, he still seems to be doing just fine until you notice irritation on his face and you hope it has nothing to do with you.

“Pay attention to me, dear.” Astarion demands and you move your gaze back on him, amused by his annoyance at you.

“Not used to being rejected, Lord?” you taunt and vampire’s eyes now blaze with true anger but it only amuses you more.

“Rejected? Listen here, little girl, you have no idea what kind of dangerous game you’re playing here. I will tell you as-”

Astarion doesn’t get to finish his angry tirade because you get called over. You look into direction of Lord Witdale and see him waving you over. You grit your teeth because you were enjoying yourself, annoying this pompous elf, but work is work.

Ignoring Astarion you turn to move but hear him chuckle lightly.

“Beautiful name, darling. I’ll keep it in mind.” he says in a tone that is meant only for you to hear and you pause, giving him a glance, seeing conceit once more on his face and you narrow your eyes slightly at him, but walk to your client.

“We’re leaving, now.” the man demands while being looked upon by several noble women and you raise an eyebrow but nod. Whatever happened is not your concern and not why you’re here.

With a huff and a puff, Lord Witdale walks out of the main room and down the stairs to the exit. You trail after him, setting your wine glass aside on a random table, but your mind focusses on Astarion for a moment. It looked like you really got under his skin and that gives you an immense feeling of joy. Nothing pleases you more than working up spoiled nobles for all their worth, knowing they can’t strike out without risking their reputation.

And for what it matters, it looks like your task for tonight got cut short. Lord Witdale doesn’t even talk to you as you accompany him to his carriage. He pauses before climbing in, turning his flushed with anger face to you.

“Keep the gold. I’ll reach out if I need you again.” he says curtly and you nod, watching him climb in, get seated and begin murmuring to himself. For a brief moment you get curious about what have caused it, but as the carriage pulls away you simply watch it get further and realize you are free for the rest of the night.

With a quick glance around you begin walking, picking the path through the garden. You need to get back to the Guildhall and the closest entrance is one in the cemetery. Making your way through gardens and less public areas, you make sure that you aren’t followed, although you smile to yourself that if anyone saw you right now, climbing stone walls and keeping to the shadows while you’re in your expensive dress, they would probably think you mad. Good. As long as they don’t see your face, which you make sure to hide as much as possible.

But the sense of being watched begins creeping on you. You’re not as fast or quiet as you would love to be, your shoes and clothes are not fit for sneaking around after all. All of this slows you down and makes you more noticeable than you’re used to being. You’re good and hiding and sneaking but you’re also good at killing people, so you’re not too worried about being spotted. Being followed though… that’s another matter altogether, and you begin to feel like someone is trailing you even despite your best effort to avoid it.

Before you enter the cemetery you become convinced someone is following you and you don’t like this one bit. You enter through the partially open gate and stop, looking across tombstones littering the soft grass but you can’t seem to pinpoint from where the feeling comes. Problem right now is simple – you can’t allow anyone to see the entrance to the Guildhall and if you’re being trailed that surely complicates things.

You walk the path leading deeper into the cemetery, aware of every little thing in your surroundings while your fingers hover over your dagger just under the dress, strapped to your thigh. After a minute or two you lift the fabric and grip the handle firmly, feeling more uneasy with each passing moment.

You pick an area that you believe is going to be good to confront whatever assassin is trying to follow you. It’s a bit more secluded spot with 5 graves in a circle, obviously a family section of sorts, right underneath a big tree. You didn’t pay much attention to weather up until this point, but now that you stopped and prepare for a fight you notice the stillness of trees and the heaviness of air – it’s going to rain.

“Come out now, I know you’re following me.” you say in a tone that leaves no room for argument and you half expect to be ambushed but then you hear footsteps. Your eyes immediately snap to the location and you exhale slowly. You should’ve known.

It’s him.

You straighten your back slightly, but your hand remains gripping the dagger. He may not be an assassin but he’s still a vampire and could be very dangerous if he wants to start getting more physical than you two did at the masquerade ball.

“Why have you followed me?” you ask right away, watching Astarion step into the grassy area you’re at, his eyes almost shining in the dusk of night and he responds with an easy laughter.

“Darling, I don’t like to have my conversations unfinished. And I think you and me have something to talk about.” vampire now walks closer to you and finally stops. You see his eyes, his smile, his fangs. For a moment you remember, once more, how it felt to be pounded into by him and you press your lips into a thin line, telling yourself to not lose focus.

“I’m pretty sure we finished talking.” you raise an eyebrow at him and he makes another step towards you, now entering your personal space but you stand your ground while looking at him from under your brows.

“Oh how intimidating.” Astarion chuckles but he seems to hesitate to touch you even if he likes like he wants to.

“Tell me what you want, Astarion.” you say firmly and he considers you with mildly bemused expression, then laughs.

“Not a Lord anymore?”

“No need for titles in a place where titles stop mattering sooner or later.” you give him a small smirk and your words seem to make him pause, then he smiles and bows his head ever so slightly.

“You are right.” he agrees, surprising you but then he seizes the moment by quickly grasping you by your waist with both hands and bringing you to him, chest to chest.

You frown and press your palms against him, trying to push back.

“I’m not going to fuck you again, vampire.” you say firmly and Astarion laughs while grinning now.

“How vulgar. Maybe the reason you don’t talk much is because that dirty mouth of yours begs to be filled the moment you open it.” a taunt, and a good one, it makes you blush ever so slightly. You’re not the shy type, not at all but how he says it makes your heart beat faster.

No, you can’t let him play his games.

“Let go of me or lose a limb.” you threaten, your hand shooting down to your dagger but he catches your wrist quickly and leans closer to your face. His expression tells you everything you need to know – he wants you and he’ll have you.

But you’re not just some damsel in distress, you don’t appreciate when men think they can treat you like property, many have done so before, for decades while you slaved away as a toy to those more powerful than you. No, Astarion won’t get what he wants.

You pause only briefly and bring your forehead to his face. You aim for the nose but miss it by a hair, hitting his forehead instead. Astarion shouts and his grip on you slips – just what you needed. You free your wrist from his fingers and deliver a blow to his chest, pushing yourself from him in one swift movement and making Astarion stagger backwards in surprise. He obviously didn’t expect you to put up a fight.

And you’re not stupid enough to take on a fight with a vampire on your own with only a dagger in your arsenal. You need to flee if you want to stay alive. You know this and you know he knows it.

“You little shit.” you see Astarion say with a grin and you turn, knowing you’ll have to run if you want to get rid of him, but before you even make one step you feel yourself being tugged by the skirts of your dress.

The damn thing.

With an annoyed grunt you can’t do anything when you get pulled backwards and you feel Astarion’s arms swiftly wrap around your waist. You try to pry them away but it’s no use.

“Let me go!” you hiss at him, struggling in his grasp but pause when you feel his lips against the side of your neck, then his tongue, it sends a shiver down your spine against your will. “Astarion, what the fuck.” you ask and you know your voice betrays your already melting resolution.

“I have to have you again.” Astarion whispers, you feel the tip of his nose rub against your neck, then trace the skin behind your ear. Your lips part at the sensation and you forget your struggle to get away from him, at least for now.

“No, I told you at the party, I’m not interested.” you try to sound firm but even you doubt that it works.

“My dear, you cannot lie to me. Your body is betraying you. I can sense it in you. Smell it on your skin.” vampire’s whisper is right against your ear and then you feel his teeth nibble on it, eliciting a soft gasp out of you.

“You don’t like hearing ‘no’, do you?” despite yourself you smile slightly and Astarion’s chuckle that’s so close to your ear sounds more guttural, almost feral in its undertones.

“No, I don’t.” another whisper that makes your body respond this time not with a shiver but with a heat within your core. You lick your lips, thinking of what to say. Despite your desire rousing you don’t want to give in, you don’t want to let him win.

“Too bad.” you turn your head so your eyes meet his for a moment, then you grab his index fingers and bend them in a way they shouldn’t.

Astarion grunts and his grip once more slips, allowing you to escape his grasp but this time you don’t even make a step away from him because the moment you let go of his fingers you feel his hand on the front of your throat, gripping firmly and bringing you back to his chest.

“Little assassin…” vampire whispers dangerously against your ear once more. “I will taste you again.”

A heartbeat-like pause and his hands leave you as if he’s releasing you. You hesitate for a moment, then attempt your escape again only to be stopped.

This time Astarion smugly laughs as he grabs the back of your dress and brings you down to the grass with one swift, strong pull. You hit the ground with your back and air gets pushed out of your lungs for a second. Next moment you see Astarion crawling on top of you.

No words are allowed to escape your lips because he kisses you harshly before you even manage to formulate a single thought to protest. Worst part is that the kiss is a pleasant one. After a small pause you realize you’re responding to his lust, your fingers grip his sides and you eagerly part your teeth to allow vampire’s tongue into your mouth.

Fuck, you didn’t plan this.

You turn your head from him.

“No, stop. I’m not doing this with you here.”

“Oh, so you would somewhere else?” Astarion responds with a smirk and you glare at him for a moment before he cranes his head down, kissing your neck slowly, pausing where your pulse is strongest under your skin. “Just give in, darling. I can hear your heart racing, you want me too, don’t you.”

His hand begins working between you both, lifting your skirts in a rush, his fingertips trailing your skin and leaving traces of heat. Astarion quickly finds the hem of your underwear and pushes his fingers underneath, pressing them against your cunt, feeling out just how aroused you are.

“So wet, so ready for me.” he teases with his lips brushing against yours and you squirm slightly when his fingertip grazes over your clit.

“That doesn’t matter, I’m not fucking you.” you once more try to sound firm but Astarion just nips at your lower lip with his teeth briefly and grins to your face.

“Let me try and change your mind then.”

You begin to ask what he has in mind but the Lord quickly pulls himself from you, throwing your skirts over your legs and you gasp when he expertly wrangles your underwear down your legs.

“Astarion, damn it!” you hiss at him, remembering where you are and that people might be around but he just flashes a scarlet glance in your direction before he takes his position between your legs, not letting you close them when you attempt to do so in protest.

But the vampire doesn’t respond. He begins by kissing your inner thigh, his lips feel hot against your skin and the night air on your throbbing cunt makes your resolve to stop him fade almost to nothing.

“You’re incredibly stubborn.” you murmur, with a blush spreading over your face and you try to crawl backwards from him, but he just follows with a smug smile until your head bumps into a tombstone – nowhere to go.

“Just don’t stab me, love. You’ll have time for that later if you’ll wish for it.” Astarion doesn’t pause, he lowers his head again, his palms caressing your hips and his lips return to pepper kisses on your inner thigh once more, trailing down with each one of them.

“I’ll consider it.” you respond with a heavy blush now coloring your face and gasp softly when you feel the tip of his tongue drawing circles on your skin, so close to where you want him most but not quite there.

Astarion’s eyes flick to you for a moment before he finally drags his tongue against your drenched folds, finishing his lick with a flick against your clit and you grasp onto his hair on instinct, letting out a loud gasp. Your spine arches in response and Astarion puts his palms on the small of your back, supporting you.

“Gods, wait…” your voice is barely a whisper and you moan again when you feel his tongue beginning to explore you, lapping eagerly at every inch of your skin. Your eyes close from pleasure and you moan softly again, not stopping him despite your words, not even trying to.

Astarion notices this and grins, satisfied that you finally gave in, knowing that once more your body is his, just as he wanted and he wants to make you beg. He knows you will because of the way he’s teasing you, because of how his tongue moves, because you grip his hair in response from the pleasure.

It feels absolutely divine. How he trails the tip of his tongue, parts your folds with it, rubs it against your swollen clit making your legs tremble and you make all the sweetest sounds for him.

Fuck.

Your orgasm builds fast at his expert ministrations to your cunt. His tongue laps up every drop of your wetness and slithers inside of you for a moment while his lips engulf your folds with hungry suction that sends a tremor through your spine. You moan, louder now, forgetting everything except Astarion between your legs, your fingers clenched firmly in his hair. And then everything stops.

Almost everything.

You again feel his tongue against your inner thigh and you open your heavy-lidded eyes, panting. You are so close, so so close, you just need a little bit more, but even in your current state you realize that’s what he wanted to do.

“Beg for it, my sweet. Beg for your release. I need to hear you beg to be mine.” the crimson of his eyes bore into you and you pause, then exhale with frustration.

Your body is shaking and you’re aching to cum. At first your mind tells you to protest, to be snippy, to be arrogant, but the promise of relief clouds your mind.

“Fuck, you’re really making me do this.” you whisper between gasps of breath, looking at him for a moment longer then lean your head back against the tombstone and close your eyes, swallowing your pride and admitting defeat. “Please, Astarion. Godsdamn you.”

You hear a low chuckle escape vampire’s lips and he pauses just enough to keep you on edge before his hot mouth descends upon your cunt once more, his tongue now focusing entirely on your throbbing clit and you whine beautifully for him as he takes you last few steps to your orgasm.

With a spasm you finally reach your bliss, your body bends from pleasure and you cry out loudly into the silent, stuffy night air. Your fingers knead his silver locks and your legs shake while Astarion’s tongue guides you through your pleasure until you’re too sensitive to continue. You grab his hair, stopping him from licking at you any further and when he obeys, your muscles finally relax.

You remain still, panting heavily and your fingers release Astarion’s hair at last. He lifts his head and you can feel him crawl on top of you. He presses his wet mouth against your lips, surprising you, but you respond to his kiss eagerly. When he pulls back you open your eyes just to be greeted with a grin.

“You’ll be mine, little assassin.” he whispers and leans to your neck. You can practically sense the hunger in him now, but you’re not in a mood to give him your blood.

You push at him, getting a narrow-eyed look from the elf and you smirk at him in turn.

“I’m not done with you yet.” you say with a raspy voice and push him off you, catching him by surprise.

Astarion looks at you with curiosity but you just push him backwards even more, making him lay on his back now and you don’t waste your time straddling him. As you do that, he helps you with the skirts of your dress and grabs your hips, guiding you closer while you work through the buttons of his pants and pull out his erection. The tip of his cock glistens with precum and you hunger to taste it but decide against it, positioning it against your tender core and fitting yourself tightly right on it.

“Fuck, you feel so good… So tight…” Astarion exhales with pleasure and begins moving your hips of you. With your palms on his stomach you begin to raise and fall, watching smugness on his face be replaced with genuine pleasure and the ever so gentle blush colors his cheeks. “Harder.” He demands and you gladly obey, feeling every inch of his cock with your walls, enjoying the sensation of nearly making him slide out before you impale yourself over it fully once more.

This time you both moan, forgetting where you are, forgetting everything. At least for a moment. Astarion doesn’t forget why he chased you all the way here though. And when he sees a moment when you’re least vigilant he grabs you firmly and tosses you on your back, pulling out in the process.

You gasp in shock but he crawls on top of you again and you pull at his hips, wanting him to fill you again. His lips meet yours in a fiery kiss and you groan slightly, annoyed he’s not burying his cock in you immediately.

“I said I’m not done.” you say with irritation and tug at his hips again, locking your ankles on his lower back, using your legs to push him even closer to you. You grasp onto his shoulders and without much resistance you push him closer still, finally feeling him slide right back into you and you gasp with relief.

Despite all his games he wants it too. His eyes are clouded from passion and his body shudders from your words and the sensation of your heat enveloping his cock with perfect tightness. Astarion gives in and pushes himself to the root forcefully now, letting lust at last to overtake him completely.

“Oh…” he exhales once he’s buried deeply inside you once more but gathers his thoughts for just a moment longer. “I know you’re not done. I know just how bad you want it.” he grins and as if to emphasize his point he thrusts into you once, making you mewl. “You want me as badly as I want you, my sweet.”

Then his lips press against yours and he begins thrusting. Quickly and powerfully, with controlled ease that is meant to work you both to your mutual ecstasy. Your fingers dig into his shoulders and you moan into his mouth when he pushes his tongue past your teeth. You don’t even notice how first drops begin to fall from the sky, warm summer rain almost unnoticeable in its beginning before it starts coming down faster.

Astarion takes a notice of it first, lifting his head and glancing up at the sky all while pumping into you without missing a beat, his panting mixing with your moans and you look up too but then back at him. He looks beautiful in this moment, and it seems despite the rain neither of you want to stop before you are done with each other.

When his eyes return to you, you pull him into another kiss only to be denied a moment later.

“I want to hear you, darling.” Astarion mutters with a grunt betraying his own pleasure and he lowers his head back to your neck, being pulled by the gluttonous desire for your blood.

“Fuck.” you exhale but then give in, moaning loudly while his hips snap against you with force and urgency and you yelp only slightly when his fangs pierce your neck, giving you discomfort only for a second or two.

You hear Astarion moan into your neck the moment he tastes your blood and his thrusts become increasingly erratic as he gets closer to his orgasm, the taste of you driving him wildly. You arch your neck for him and wrap your arms around his head, nearing your second orgasm too. Something about him feeding from you while fucking you at the same time is deeply erotic and you can’t help but to give into the feeling.

“Don’t stop… I’m so close…” you moan, feeling rain coming down harder, soaking you both and the grass around you, but that matters none.

Another moan reaches your ears and Astarion grips you in his arms firmly, pushing your body against his almost painfully, your clit brushes against his pelvis and it’s just what you needed, a couple rhythmic rubs against your swollen nub, to send you over the edge. You shout when you cum again, your body shuddering almost violently in his arms and your cunt clenching onto his cock fiercely, helping him empty himself completely within you with several uncontrolled jerks of his hips. Astarion lazily thrusts into you for a stroke or two before stopping completely and you relax in his embrace, coming down from your bliss, panting heavily.

“Astarion, hold on…” you whisper, barely able to talk, your pleasure left you dizzy but you understand one thing – he’s feeding on you far too greedily for you to remain alive if you let him continue.

Yet the vampire doesn’t react. It’s like his gluttony for your body and blood consumes him to the fullest in this moment and you begin to come out of your daze, seriousness of the situation replacing the wonderful sensation you were just basking in.

“Astarion.” you call to him again, but he doesn’t move. You feel him sucking on your blood, you hear him gulping it down and you know you have to stop him. Immediately.

Blindly you move your hand from him and grasp at the hilt of your dagger again, pulling it out of the sheath and quickly pressing it against vampire’s throat.

“Stop. Now.” you command and finally Astarion seems to listen because he freezes in spot.

It takes a moment longer for him to realize what’s going on and at last you feel his lips retreat from your skin, his fangs leaving your flesh. He exhales with a forced chuckle.

“I might’ve forgotten myself there, darling.” he lifts his head and gently moves your dagger from his throat, looking at you and noticing how serious your expression is but all you see is his lips, painted in red with your blood.

Astarion slowly licks his lips with a soft laugh and gives your mouth a brief kiss before he finally releases you from his arm and pulls out of you when you unlock your ankles. He sits on the grass, rain falling on both of you and making you both completely wet. When you sit up you notice his carefully put-up curls now weighted down by rain. It’s a lovely sight, you have to admit it.

After a moment of thought Astarion gently reaches out and grasps your chin with his fingers.

“You are not going to run away from me again, are you, little assassin?” he smiles, yet how he lost himself in your neck just earlier leaves you feeling uneasy but intrigued by him at the same time. Still, you don’t like that he persuaded you to the point you gave in. Your pride feels wounded and you just lift an eyebrow and brush his hand away, changing Astarion’s expression from content to puzzled.

He watches you as you stand up, letting drenched skirts of your dress fall around your legs, hiding the fact that his seed begins seeping down your inner thigh and you give him a long look, wondering if you should say something, maybe mention that you two should never meet again, but then you change your mind and walk away.

“Wait!” Astarion calls after you but you don’t stop. The rain muffles his struggle to get to his feet while at the same time tucking his spent cock away but you don’t hear him chasing after you.

You find your path behind the tree and among the grave markers towards the bushes where the Guildhall entrance is and pause, looking back, confirming that the vampire is not following this time. And so you don’t see him standing there in the rain, anger etched in his beautiful features and his fists clenched, his ego wounded that once more you walked away from him as if he’s a nobody.

While you quietly get through the secret passageway Astarion vows to himself – he will have you, no matter the cost. He has to have you. No one walks away from him unless dismissed.

No one.

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