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On the way to the sun.

Fandom: Baldur's Gate.

Pairings: Astarion/F!TAV, Gale/F!TAV

Rating: 18+, mature ans explict content.

Summary:

In this fanfic, Gale marries Selene (TAV) and Astarion during the wedding party meets a mysterious woman (TAV) with whom he has a brief conversation, but this woman does not leave his thoughts and after months they meet again, connecting more deeply and together they heal wounds from the past in a slowburn and sensual story.

"The vampire clenched his teeth tightly, he wanted to kiss her, but not without her permission and only after her look of approval did he lean towards her, making the woman stand on tiptoe to reach his mouth and when their mouths touched, hot and cold meeting, Astarion felt as if his heart had started beating again and he wanted more, he wanted to explore her mouth with his tongue, slide his lips over hers and when Evrin gave permission passed by, he quickly slid his tongue over hers, moaning at the soft, warm touch, delighting in her taste, feeling her soft, fleshy lips sliding over his."

Notes:

Jus a fic for my TAV'S and their beloved ones! Enjoy!

warnings: mature content, unprotected sex, vagial sex, oral sex f and m reciving, angst, slowburn, bittersweet?, report of SA, passionate sex.

Read too in AO3!

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After the defeat of the Absolute, the city was rebuilt with the cooperation of all citizens, every brick, every building was rebuilt and life went on, and Astarion’s life could not be any different, being a vampire in Baldur's Gate was not a bad thing, after all, he would never lack of food, but living in the shadows was... Boring, exhausting, he needed something, he needed more and using the advantage of having been one of those who saved the city and the Sword Coast, the vampire got the position of magistrate again, along with a residence next to the palace of justice, so he wouldn't have to do any great tricks to be in the office during the day.

Knowing of his new acquired position, along with the wedding invitation from Gale and Selene, the great heroine who was essential for the victory against the Absolute, came the request for Astarion to marry them and he could not deny it, but arriving in Waterdeep was a challenging due to his condition, at least the ceremony was taking place at night in a beautiful temple by the sea with the full moon illuminating the waters and the altar where the two smiling lovebirds took their vows.

“And so,” Astarion proclaimed. “I pronounce you Mr and Mrs Dekarios.”

The guests were all in celebration, cheering and applauding the couple's kiss. Astarion clapped his hands as he watched the two, he watched Selene smiling amid Gale's kisses who smiled too, the wedding rings shining on their ring fingers.

It was funny to see that, after all, he had plans for Selene when he saw her for the first time, her wavy hair full and white as snow, her tanned and flushed skin, white eyebrows and eyelashes, dressed in Selune's armor... He planned to seduce her, use her to his advantage and then... Everything went downhill when she and Gale started a relationship and now they were married. But Astarion owed a lot to Selene, she always believed in him, she was the friend he never had and he would always be grateful to her.

***

The party would be right there in the temple, everyone was already drinking, eating and dancing to the sound of the band that played happy melodies, but Astarion was not in the crowd, he preferred to remain secluded in a corner watching the movement... Like for example Shadowheart with her companion, a tiefling with white hair, red horns and fair skin called Rhidian, the two seemed happy and the smile that the now paladin was because the tiefling said something at least seductive right in her ear.

In another corner, Jahira and Minsc were eating together, the elf trying to keep the big stump in line while he shouted about Boo, the hamster.

The presence of Dame Aylin and Isobel was also notable, Yenna, the girl that Selene took with her and Gale to Waterdeep, ran and played with Scratch and the orange cat, Halsin played with the girl and the animals... Ah yes, all If the group were there it would be more fun.

Sometimes he caught himself thinking if Karlach and Wyll were okay, not that was possible in Avernus and he also thought about La'zel, was the battle against Vlakith being victorious?... Well, he hoped so, that his... Friends, yes, friends, were alive.

Such a thought about his companions makes him feel a certain amount of grief, perhaps due to the uncertainty as to whether they were alive and Astarion had the sudden urge to get some fresh air and went to a side door to leave the temple.

The sea was just ahead, the waves were crashing against the construction of the temple pier and the moon was incredibly beautiful, as if Sêlune had blessed the marriage of those two in person.

“It sucks, right? “ the female voice coming from the right said, drawing his attention. “Celebrate the happiness of others...

A woman was sitting on the edge of the pier, feet in the water, next to her a half-empty bottle of wine.

Astarion arched his eyebrow, analyzing the woman.

Her black hair like raven's wings was tied up in an elegant bun with only thin strands of bangs loose, framing her beautiful face with delicate and sensual features at the same time, her ears were pointed, but not too much, her lips were reddish and full, her skin was naturally tanned and flushed, her eyes were a beautiful violet color. The shiny, low-cut gray dress perfectly molded her beautiful body like a second skin, the skirt was hiked up leaving her thighs exposed.

“Excuse me?” he said and she gave a low laugh, certainly drunk.

“You must be Astarion, right? One of those who saved Baldur's Gate” she said, taking the wine and bringing it to her mouth.

“Indeed, it is me” he replied, approaching. “And you are?...”

She swallowed the wine and smiled amiably.

“Evrin, cousin of the bride” she raised the bottle of wine in greeting.

“You weren't at the ceremony, were you? “ the vampire asks and she nods.

“In the back of the room” the woman replied.

“I understand...” he said analyzing her again, there was no one else around. “Can I keep you company?”

“Of course, before I drain this bottle and jump out too drunk to swim in the sea” she said, running her hand over the boards of the pier clearing the place for him to sit.

Astarion gave a low laugh and removed his thin shoes, rolled up his trouser legs and then sat down next to the unknown woman dipping his feet in the sea water.

“Lene talked about you,” she said. “Explained your... Condition”

“I imagine you must be scared” he said and she laughed, shaking her head.

“No, not even a bit!” She was going to put the mouth of the bottle back in her mouth, but Astarion took the object, making her indignant.

“You don't want to drink it all alone, remember, dear?” he said and she let out a low laugh.

He drank the wine which was simply wonderful, of course, Gale wouldn't put bad things into his marriage with the woman he loved.

“So, you're Selene's cousin...” he said and she nodded. “What did you think of Gale?”

“Sincerely? He's a little too talkative,” she said. “Do you like him?”

“I like Selene, I can put up with Gale” he said, taking another sip of the wine and looked at her, seeing that the woman was looking at the moon. “Your are also devoted to Sêlune, I imagine...”

“No, I'm not,” said Evrin. “I don't follow any god... Let's say I'm the wanderer of the family.”

“Oh, really?” he asks and the woman nods, taking the wine from his hands and bringing it to her mouth.

“Let's say that while they followed the paths of the moon goddess I followed my own, I'm a sorceress” she says. “From the storm” she took a fat sip of her drink.

“Oh, that's interesting,” Astarion said.

“Yes, a little” she said, handing him the bottle again. “But it made me move away from her a little... From Selene... We were very close as children, you know? But... You know when you see that you're always in someone else's shadow?”

She looks directly at Astarion, their eyes meeting.

“I was always in Selene's shadow, I was never graceful and perfect like her... And life is so clear that today she married a good match and had a perfect marriage...” her gaze lowered, staying lost.

The vampire placed his hand over hers gently and she looked at him again.

“I'm sorry, darling,” he said.

Evrin slightly parted her lips as she took him in and Astarion wasn't going to lie that her mouth was very, very inviting. And honestly, why not spend a night with a beautiful woman like that? Just sex, after all.

The sorceress pulled her hand away and swallowed hard, he could see that she clenched her teeth hard.

“I... I have to go “she said getting up and Astarion was confused “It was a pleasure, Astarion.”

He nodded and the woman walked away heading towards the same door he had passed through, the vampire looked at the bottle in his hands and a sparkle in the corner of his eyes caught his attention, they were thin heel sandals, beautiful and delicate with black stones, they must have belonged to the sorceress who ran away from him.

Astarion took the pair of sandals and placed them next to him, he would put them away and give them to Selene as soon as possible so that she could give them to her cousin... Which Astarion for some reason couldn't get out of his mind.

***

It wasn't difficult to keep busy being a magistrate, every day Astarion had piles and piles of papers and processes to resolve, sanction laws, undo, various other demands that took him all day and he loved that chaos.

“Excuse me, Lord Magistrate” said his secretary, Berta, an elderly gnome who did her job well despite her age.

“Not now, Berta” replied the vampire while sitting at the large oak table carved by skillful hands and full of paperwork.

To pretend to be more mortal, Astarion wore round-framed reading glasses, in addition, he had one red eye and one blue-green... Volo's magic eye after the bastard ripped his out trying to free him from the worm.

“She said it's urgent, Sir” Berta said with fear.

“I already said I'm busy” Astarion replied again without taking his eyes off the document he was studying.

“I can see so” the woman's voice entering the room and catching Astarion's attention, who raised his eyebrows when he saw her.

“Miss, I said to wait at the reception!” Berta said indignantly.

Evrin looked at her with mockery and a smile on his face.

“It's okay, Berta” said Astarion, putting down the document and getting up from the chair, making the two women look at him. “I welcome you, Miss.”

The woman with long black hair tied into a braid that fell over her back gave a victorious smile and as she looked at Berta, who rolled her eyes and left the room closing the door.

“That secretary of yours is cute” said Evrin, walking towards him.

The woman wore a dress that was the wave queen's robe in black, black leather boots that reached mid-thigh, on her back a staff whose fluid magic of electricity flowed around it.

“And to what do I owe your visit? “ asked Astarion, turning around the table and stopping in front of the woman who give a small smile.

“It's cute that you wear glasses,” she said.

“Oh, is it?”

“Yes, after all, due to you condition and being an elf, you have a perfect vision... Or almost, since that eye isn't real” Evrin tilted her head to the analysand's and it was impossible not to look at her neck, It's impossible not to imagine the veins and blood beneath the skin.

“Well, darling, when you have my condition” he said, removing his glasses and placing them on the table. “There has to be an mortal image.”

“I imagined” she said, crossing her arms and Astarion's gaze went to the deep neckline of the robe... Gods, her body was perfect in that robe. “Eyes up, please.”

The vampire's gaze went to her face, Evrin had a sweet smile on her lips.

“I came to thank you for keeping my heels” she said. “That was very kind of you.”

“Ah, yes, the heels” he said, placing his hands behind his body. “You are welcome. Just that?”

“Not exactly...” she said and noticed that her cheeks had blush, turning into a beautiful color. “I was passing by Baldur's Gate and I thought I might see a familiar face... And also, I wasn't exactly polite when I left you alone on the pier...”

“That wasn't a problem, actually” he said, making her shrug her shoulders a little in embarrassment. “Well, you’re welcome.”

Evrin nods and looks around at Astarion's lush office, the bright colors, the shelves full of books, the red curtains closed, only one slightly open allowing sunlight to enter to illuminate the place.

“Then I'll go now,” she said. “It was good seeing you...”

“Will stay long?” the question came out of Astarion's mouth without him even thinking straight and Evrin raised her eyebrows.

“A few days,” she said and smiled. “If you want to talk without having so many tasks to do, I'm staying at the Elvensong...”

Astarion smirks.

“I hope you don't have any commitments today, then” he said and Evrin opened a wide smile, her cheeks flushed.

With a nod of her head she turned her back on Astarion and headed for the door, the vampire's eyes focused on the low neckline of the back of her robe, the depression of her spine and her hips that moved beautifully with each step of hers and just returned to himself when the woman walked out the door, disappearing from his sight.

Astarion had to admit that he had more male lovers than female, but that woman, she had something that attracted him so much.

***

He honestly didn't know what he was doing, had been standing in front of the busy tavern for minutes thinking about whether he should go in, whether he should see Evrin... It had been a while since he had flirted or had sex, in fact after freeing himself from Cazador he hadn't been able to think about doing that without discovering himself again, but when he saw Evrin... He didn't think twice that he could have sex with her all night and in a way the thought scared him.

No, he wouldn't be a coward, he wouldn't be afraid, not now.

He entered the tavern which was full, guests and customers everywhere, the music was good, the smell of the food coming from the kitchen was delicious, if he ate food he would be hungry. The vampire's attentive eyes went to a more secluded table, in the corner, where a woman with long, flowing black hair sat alone drinking wine.

Astarion came towards her and stopped beside the table.

“Can I have a seat? “he asks, making her look at him and open a beautiful smile. Gods, she was beautiful.

“Make yourself comfortable” she said and Astarion pulled out the chair and sat at the table facing the woman who was wearing a red dress without many details, long sleeves and a discreet neckline.

“So, Evrin,” her name fell like velvet from his lips. “What brought you to Baldur's Gate? Besides my beauty, of course.”

She laughed, a laugh that reverberated through Astarion's bones.

“Buying a book that I can only find here, I already found it, however, I need to do some work to get enough money to buy it” she said, pouring wine into an empty glass for him. “Maybe in a week I can do it.”

“And what would this book be about? “asked Astarion, taking the wine to his mouth, it wasn't the best, but it was tolerable.

“Magic, clearly,” she said. “I'm still improving and Gale said this book would help, so here I am.”

“Gale, hm? I haven't heard from him or Selene since the wedding.”

“Oh, they're great, from what I hear... They're expecting” she sipped her wine.

“Expecting?” Astarion questioned and Evrin sighed.

“Selene is pregnant,” she said. “Apparently she was already at the wedding day.”

Astarion raised his eyebrows, it was indeed stunning news.

“I hope the kid take after your cousin's beauty” said the vampire, making Evrin laugh.

“Me too” she looked at him from beneath her long, dark eyelashes, a questioning look. “You feed on people, right?”

vampire felt uncomfortable with the question, after all, it hadn't been subtle at all, he looked around, there were a lot of people there to talking about that.

"Remember what I said about looking mortal? It would be great if we kept it between us, I don't want to be banned from yet another place."

The woman smiled, somewhat shyly, her fingers resting on the wine glass and leaned closer, speaking softly:

"What if we go somewhere emptier so you can tell me?"

“Of course” Astarion said, bringing the glass to his mouth and drinking the rest of the red liquid.

She chose to go to the Bloomride park, honestly after he saw it in daylight it didn't have anything attractive now, but the woman seemed to like it a lot, especially the fireflies and moths that flew around there. Evrin just stopped walking when they reached the fountain, looking at it, admiring it and Astarion stopped next to her, hands behind his back.

“It's beautiful here” she said and Astarion looked at her from the corner of his eyes, the fireflies seemed to fly around her, as if she were their favorite from one moment to the next.

“I'd say it is prettier now” he said and she looked at him and gave him a beautiful smile.

“So, are you going to answer my question now?” she asked, tilting her head to the side, making her black hair fall like a cascade over her right shoulder.

Astarion let out a short nasal laugh and looked at the fountain.

“Yes, I feed on humanoid beings” he said. “I spent many years eating... junk food. But now it's different.”

“Anyone?” she asked curiously and he looked at her, her eyes shining in the light of the fireflies.

“The ones I choose, clearly” he says. “Why the interest?”

“I saw a mark on Selene's neck, you know,” she said. “Did you feed from her?”

The vampire laughed.

“Several times, but only because if I'm well fed do I get stronger,” he said. “Every resource had to be used well, you know?”

“Of course, yes” she replied and took her hands to her arms, hugging herself, running her fingers over the sleeves of her dress. “Do you usually kill your victims or do you let them all live like you did with Selene?”

“Why so many questions, dear?” he asks, a spark of excitement rising within him, as if burning in the pit of his stomach.

“Just curious” she said in a tone of innocence. “How you pretend to be normal?”

“People are more innocent than you imagine, my dear” he replied, turning to her. “But of course questions have already arisen.”

“I imagine” she says and turns to him, both now staring at each other in silence, eyes talking to each other.

“That night you ran away, was it because you were afraid of me?” asked Astarion.

“No and yes,” she said. “Not because of your condition, but for another reason...”

“What reason?”

Her eyebrows furrowed upward slightly, a face of pain and bitterness.

“You looked at me as if you were going to kiss me” Evrin said softly.

“And that's why you ran away?” he questioned, getting closer, until only centimeters existed between his body and the sorceress's.

“I went through something... Terrible, something that neither Selene nor anyone else knows about” the lilac eyes filled with tears. “Something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy...”

Astarion completely understood what she was saying, felt it on his own skin to be exact, completely understood the fear in her gaze, the recoil when she noticed his intentions.

“I'm sorry... That’s not going to happen again” he said, taking his hand to her face slowly, carefully as if his touch would hurt her. Evrin shivered slightly at the cold touch of his hand, but then closed her eyes, letting the tears fall down her flushed face and caressing her face against his palm.

“Thank you...” she said, taking her hand over his and their eyes met again. “ But I want to try this…”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes..”

The vampire clenched his teeth tightly, he wanted to kiss her, but not without her permission and only after her look of approval did he lean towards her, making the woman stand on tiptoe to reach his mouth and when their mouths touched, hot and cold meeting, Astarion felt as if his heart had started beating again and he wanted more, he wanted to explore her mouth with his tongue, slide his lips over hers and when Evrin gave permission passed by, he quickly slid his tongue over hers, moaning at the soft, warm touch, delighting in her taste, feeling her soft, fleshy lips sliding over his.

Astarion pulled her closer to him abruptly, which made her moan into the kiss, her hands went to his neck and her fingers delved into his white curls. The vampire's hands slid down the hollow of her back, getting lost in her black hair. The elf then slid his mouth down her chin and then to her neck, Evrin turned her face to the side, giving him greater freedom and he removed her hair that covered her neck, carefully the vampire pressed only the tip os his fangs in the woman’s neck stuck in the soft skin, causing drops of blood to emerge through the skin and a slight moan of pain came from the Evrin's throat.

Astarion's tongue then slid over the blood and Evrin grabbed the fabric of the noble clothing he was wearing, she lowered her face to meet his and they kissed again, this time he put his arms around her waist, hugging her and she put hers around his neck, deepening the kiss, if it were possible they would enter the other's body and they both didn't want to stop, but the woman moved away looking for breath and placed her forehead against his.

“I need to go...” she said breathlessly.

“Spend the night with me” Astarion asked and the sorceress walked away from him, looked him in the eyes and shook her head.

“Sorry” she said, removing his arms from around her and then turning her back on him, disappearing into the darkness of the park, leaving him alone.

Astarion looked at the fountain and took a deep breath, once again she had left him.

***

It had been three days since he saw Evrin, he decided that he would not look for her after she left him alone again, this event made him even more focused on work.

“I'm going home, Mr. Ancunín “ Berta said to him at the door.

“See you tomorrow, Berta” he said without looking up from the papers and the gnome left, closing the office door.

The good thing about being a vampire was that Astarion could spend hours and hours working without getting tired, but something caught his attention, not just anything, but the smell of blood, a lot of blood and he looked towards the door where teleportation magic was working. Evrin's voice then recited the spell and she fell to the ground.

Astarion was left unresponsive, the sorceress's staff fell beside her and she was covered in blood, panting, tired. She lifted her face to look at him and swallowed hard.

“What happened?” asked the magistrate, removing his glasses from his face and placing them on the table and then getting up from his chair.

“Work got out of control” she said, coughing.

The vampire took a deep breath in that smell of pungent and iron blood as he approached her, he crouched down, placing his hands on the woman's slender arms, helping her to sit down.

“Are you injured?” he asked.

“Not much” she replied, trying to fix her hair, tucking it behind her ear. “The others were worse.”

Astarion laughed.

“I imagine” he said bringing his hand to her face, wiping the blood from the woman's cheek. “What are you doing here?

“Is it wrong for me to think of you as the first person to ask for help?” she asks.

Astarion raised his eyebrows and shrugged, then helped her stand up, took her staff and wrapped an arm around her waist, supporting her against his body.

“Don't get used to it” he said and a small smile appeared on the corner of Evrin's lips.

Astarion took them to his house which was down a hall from the office, the place was large, spacious, it would be an ideal place for a large family, the entrance hall had the living room and dining room visible, there were a total of four bedrooms, large and luxurious bathrooms, kitchen and servants' wing, everything a magistrate needed and meters away from the workplace, but Astarion's favorite place in that house was the library and the well-kept garden with views of the city.

“You can bathe in my private bathroom and then take care of your wounds” he said taking her to the room and Evrin nodded while looking around with a certain charm.

Astarion left her to fend for herself and went in search of some of his clothes, a tunic at least, for her to wear after her bath. He found a simple, comfortable one that he usually wore on his days off while reading good books by the firelight. After long and lingering minutes, Evrin came out of the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy white towel, her wet black hair combed back, leaving her delicate and sensual face in evidence. The vampire had to look away from her or he would devour her with his gaze.

“There are bandages and potions for you to take care of your wounds, you can wear this tunic and if you need me I'll be in the living room” he said finally, leaving as quickly as he could and with a big problem in his pants.

The pale elf sat in an armchair in front of the fireplace, legs crossed, elbow resting on the arm of the furniture and his chin resting on his hand. Flames danced in the man's two-colored eyes, but those flames did not compare to the desire that burned within him for the sorceress who was in his room.

“Astarion...” she called and he looked at her.

The woman was now wearing his white tunic, her partially damp wavy hair falling over her shoulders and back, her beautiful legs exposed, there were some grazes on her knees and shins.

“Are you hungry? I can go get food...”

“No,” she said. “No need” she approached him and, to the vampire's surprise, got on her knees in front of him and sat down. “I just want to thank you for being good to me...”

“It's the least I can do for a friend's cousin” he said, making her lower her head and swallow hard.

“Of course” Evrin replied. “For Selene, of course...” she stood up, clearly hurt and walked until her back was to him. “Always her... And I thought it would be different with you” her voice cracked, she was overwhelmed, tearful.

“Excuse me?”

“ I thought you liked me!” she said turning to him. “Without her influence... How innocent I was...” she gave a disbelieving laugh.

“I don't understand” said Astarion, standing up. “You think I don't like you? By the gods, woman, I haven't stopped thinking about you since the first moment I laid my eyes on you!”

Her eyes widened with surprise.

“And you drive me crazy, one minute you look at me with desire, the next you kiss me and then you run away!” he continued. “For me, I would have made you mine on that pier at the wedding day!” the elf gasped and swallowed. “I don't care that you're Selene's cousin, I want you, like I've never wanted anyone before.”

Evrin didn't say anything, no, she just ran towards him, jumping on the vampire, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him with a passion that burned inside Astarion. The sorceress took her trembling hands to his chest, looking for the buttons on the elf's clothes and he helped her by quickly unbuttoning his own clothes and taking them off desperately, separating his mouth from the woman's for just a few seconds, then he brought his hands to her face, returning kissing her.

Evrin's hands went to his shoulders, broad and defined, going down to his chest, exploring every millimeter of skin there and then going down further to his abdomen and Astarion stopped the kiss when he felt the warm touch, full of life, delicious. He looked her in the eyes while he took his hands to the hem of the tunic the woman was wearing and slowly lifted the piece until it passed over the woman's head, leaving her completely naked.

Astarion looked at the woman who blushed, her body was perfect, perfectly symmetrical breasts, thin waist, wide hips, rounded butt, toned thighs... He could spend days between them.

“You're perfect” he says, taking his hands to her hair, throwing it completely behind her back, leaving his entire view free.

“Can I be honest?” she said, making his gaze look at her somewhat distressed face. “It's the first time I'm going to do this because I want to and after years...”

“Don't worry about it, my dear” he said, placing his hands on her face. “Let's take it easy and I promise this will be the best night of your life.”

“Promise, huh?” she said with a mischievous smile on her lips.

Astarion kissed her again calmly, enjoying her tongue and then removed his shoes and finally the pants he was wearing, Evrin looked him up and down, a small shy smile on her lips and the vampire took her hands placing them on his chest. Slowly he slid her hands with the help of his, touching him, slowly getting to know him and the sensation for Astarion was unique, as if it were the first time he was being touched, desired, discovered.

Evrin then approached him and gave him a kiss on the neck, then several more long and lingering kisses all over his neck, and when she reached the scars of Cazador's teeth, she placed her fingertips there and gave a kiss that hurt Astarion's soul, making even the vampire's eyes water, he holds her face between his hands and kisses her again, his lips sliding over hers with passion and so wet that they made noise amidst the moaning kisses of both.

The elf put his hands on her legs, pulling her onto his lap and then laid her on the rug in front of the fireplace, the fire illuminating and warming them. Astarion rests his weight on his hands next to her head and stares at her for a few seconds, then gives her a quick kiss on the lips and down her chin, until he reaches her neck where she offers it to him again and Astarion wastes no time digging his fangs on the soft, fragrant skin of the woman who groaned in pain and brought her hands to his back, sinking her nails into his scars.

Her blood was sweet, tasty, delicate like a cold liquor on a hot summer day and he could get drunk from her, but he knew he had a limit and he quickly removed his mouth from her neck, he was so entranced by the taste of Evrin's blood that he was shaking, so much so that he rested his forehead in the middle of her chest and when the woman took her hands to his hair, stroking her thin delicate fingers there, he closed his eyes enjoying the touch, then gave her a kiss between her breasts and outside the going down, slowly, sometimes sliding his fangs over the skin, sometimes licking and when he reached the completely hairless intimacy he looked at her from under his eyelashes seeing that she was trembling as she looked at him with fear and expectation.

Astarion placed a wet kiss on the inside of the woman's right thigh and then on the left, his tongue then traced the woman's soaked sex, making her arch her body with just that touch and it was enough for her to open her legs wider. The vampire plunged his mouth into her, taking her swollen clitoris between his cold lips and she moaned, moving her body as he sucked her.

She felt deliciously, his tongue and lips working in perfect conjunction at the point of pleasure and then two fingers penetrated her with ease, making her tremble and moan his name like a poem from the gods.

Evrin arched her body forward, resting her feet on Astarion's back, who held one of her thighs firmly as he watched her writhe with pleasure, her breathing heavy, ragged, her skin crawling, her breasts heaving and the moans coming out of her fleshy and reddish lips swollen from kisses were husky and sensual.

He pulled his mouth away from her, leaving a trail of saliva and her own moisture connecting his mouth to her sex. The woman, panting and with eyes drunk with pleasure, looked at him and stretched out her arms calling him to her and Astarion promptly obeyed, kissing her in a burning, thirsty way, his tongue invading her entire mouth, exploring every millimeter just as hers explored his.

In a quick movement the woman quickly changed their positions getting on top of him, Astarion had to admit that he liked that, especially when she threw all her black hair to her right shoulder, leaving the side of her neck where he had bitten in evidence, the blood running down her collarbone, across her chest, between her breasts... He couldn't resist sitting down and licking that drop from her abdomen to the open wounds from the bite and then kissed her again, then lay down letting her take the lead in the moment.

Her hot kisses seemed to burn his skin with each touch, when she bit one of his nipples his cock throbbed, pulsed, dying to be inside her and with each kiss closer to Astarion's pelvis he moaned more and more, low moans and hoarse.

Carefully, Evrin placed her hands on the vampire's stiff penis and licked it from base to head. Astarion spread his legs and supported the weight of his body on one of his arms while the other went to the back of her head holding her hair between his fingers and the woman placed his cock in her hot, wet mouth, making him lift his face and smile wide at the delicious sensation and the pleasure that the pressure of her mouth was causing him as she slowly sucked him, from the base to the head.

“Ah, my love” Astarion said between panting breaths. “This is incredible...”

She moaned with him almost all in her mouth and as she sucked him, the sound vibrated against his dick and Astarion was one step away from reaching the peak of pleasure when he pulled her by the hair making her stop. Her mouth was completely wet with his fluids and Astarion kissed her, mixing her taste that was still in his mouth with his in her mouth.

The vampire quickly pulled the sorceress onto his lap and placed her back against the carpet and the kiss only stopped because Astarion was ready to penetrate her and with a nod from her he was given permission to continue and slowly entering the woman, she opened her mouth, making an expression of pleasure on her face and looked down, seeing him completely inside her. Evrin smiled and kissed him again, her hands sliding down Astarion's back and going to his ass where she squeezed the flesh as he began to move slowly.

Astarion got on his knees and joined her hands, holding them together as he increased the speed and strength of his thrusts, making her moan louder and smile between those moans as the sound of his sweaty skin slapped against hers, while the obscene and wet sounds of sex were loud and delicious. Her breasts swayed with his movements, her legs opened wider to receive him completely. He then grabbed her legs, placing them on his shoulders and leaned over the woman.

“My gods” she said moaning as she held his face between her hands and kissed him while Astarion continued to thrust into her without stopping.

The kiss stopped and Evrin turned her face to the side letting Astarion lick her feeling the salty taste of her sweat, nibble her ear and neck, she didn't know how to describe all the sensations her body felt, the pleasure that intoxicated her, his moans that bewitched her and the way he fucked her... By the gods, that man couldn't be real.

The orgasm was approaching, her internal walls contracted tightly around Astarion's penis, she felt him go deep, deep down and reaching that perfect point of pleasure that made her explode, her moans more like screams and in her vision was just shooting stars, the body trembled and seemed anesthetized, a delicious sensation of despair and delight.

“Gods...” Astarion blasphemed against her ear as he reached his peak shortly after her and poured himself completely inside her, every drop without being wasted.

Evrin sought his mouth then and kissed him in a flustered, desperate and reciprocated way in the same way. He removed the woman's legs from his shoulders, making them fall limply to the floor and then, after stopping shaking, the vampire withdrew from her making some of his sperm ooze out of her.

Astarion lay down next to the woman who looked at him, he looked like a mirage of the gods at that moment, his skin as pale as ivory illuminated by sweat and the light from the fireplace, his hair messy and falling over his forehead. He took his hand to her chest, going down between her breasts and going to her belly and then retracing the route.

“Thank you” he said, leaving her surprised.

Evrin gave a small smile and brought the back of his fingers to his face, caressing it there.

“You're perfect...” she said, making him raise his eyebrows and give a small, warm smile.

Astarion leaned towards her and gave her a kiss on the lips, sweet, delicate, full of care, a care that they both needed.

***

He knew it was risky to let the sunlight into his room, but he needed to see it, he needed to see her at least once in the sunlight and so when the star appeared illuminating Baldur's Gate, the light of it entered through the window whose the curtains were open and Astarion was hiding in a corner of the room where the light couldn't reach him, but it was a perfect place to see Evrin lying on his bed, the woman was naked, face down and in a deep sleep.

Her black hair shone silky in the sunlight, her slightly tanned flushed skin was even more beautiful in that light. The sorceress slowly woke up, stretched and sat up in bed scared when she noticed the sunlight, she looked to the side where Astarion should be and then looked around looking for him and when she found him she gave a relieved sigh and started to laugh, and he never stopped smiling when he saw that image, which he would keep in his memory forever.

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wickedholl0w · 7 months

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An eternal bond.pt4. Final.

Astarion's POV.

Part 1 👇

Fandom: Baldurs Gate.

Pairing: AstarionxF!Reader/TAV

Rating: 18+, mature, explicit.

Summary:

The story where Astarion is the father of his children comes to an end, after spending months with you and your son, a new child is born and the Vampire Lord makes a decision that completely changed his fate and a great loss.

Notes:

The end of a history can be the beginning of another, no? PS: there no happy end.

Warnings: mature content, explicit and unprotected sex, pregnancy, a lot of blood, no happy ending.

At the time Alec's message arrived, Astarion was very busy at a ball he organized for the high society of Baldurs Gate, filled with alcohol, sex, orgy and blood, this last part for him at least. His spawns were responsible for finding victims in the crowd and his dungeon would soon be full of them again, not that they would live for long, of course they wouldn't, the ones he found most promising he would transform into spawns and thus his empire in The underworld of Baldurs Gate grew more and more, solidified and would soon be one step away from taking the city for himself... But after Alec's message, Astarion felt an urgency greater than his achievements to go after his wife before she disappeared again without leaving a trace, taking her heir.

Of course his plans were simple before seeing her, manipulating her to prevent her from leaving, seeing the boy - from afar of course - and returning to the ball... But when he saw her again that thing inside him screamed for She yearned, begged, desired to smell her up close again, the touch of her warm skin, her delicious lips, her blood... To have her, to make her his again and he gave in to that impulse.

But that thing inside him also wanted the boy, his son, it wanted to see him closer, talk to him, hug him, caress his white curls... But to Astarion's surprise, the boy was a bit cold, He hated him with just one look, which he thought was great, after all, he didn't need his son's love, just for him to stay alive since he was the heir to everything he had achieved.

His whole plan had gone down the drain at last when he lay with her again, when he took her again, when he tasted her, he felt chains binding him to her, an unbreakable bond, he felt love, what he never expected to feel, a spark that ignited and that now burns without stopping.

The decision to spend more time with her, and with the boy, was perhaps hasty, but he needed it, he needed to see what his life would be like if he hadn't ascended, he wanted to see himself at her side with her as his wife, not consort, but wife, and his plans were going beyond warm nights full of sex, he wanted to put another child in her, two, three more, he wanted to fill her with him and have more heirs, obvious reasons of course, since his first one didn't want don't even go near him. And during the several weeks that he was living his dull life in the boy's presence, he refused to speak to him, refused to be in his presence.

The Vampire Lord sighed, sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard, the sun was almost rising and he looked at his partner sleeping next to him, lying face down and totally naked, full of hickey and light bite marks, his back was sore from her fierce scratching, a delight in fact.

Astarion then leans over to her, to her back, removing her long hair and begins to give slow kisses around the area, she moans and moves in bed, but doesn't wake up. He smiles vilely and continues the kisses, going down to her ass and uncovering it from the sheet, he takes his hand to the soft flesh and squeezes it slowly and gives it a kiss, then he opens his mouth and slides his teeth along the skin, his fangs leaving two straight scratches from which drops of blood began to emerge and he licked them.

"Hmm..." she mumbles and slowly looks at him over her shoulder. "Astarion, I'm sleeping..."

"For now," he says moving behind her and she sighs tiredly.He then holds the two sides of her ass and pulls them apart, bends down to the space between them and kisses down to her sex, which was already wet, hot. The vampire then lets out a malicious laugh. "Your dreams were very wet, darling" he says and she takes a deep breath when his tongue traces the entire length making her moan.

Without having to order her to stick her ass for him, she did so by grabbing the pillow.

"So obedient," he says, laughing, kissing her sex. "You're perfect."

He touches the hot and wet area, causing the woman to let out a loud, hoarse moan. His tongue penetrates her, being embraced by her inner walls in her slippery sex, making him almost go into ecstasy. His mouth went down to her clitoris, his lips taking it between them and he began to suck it slowly, tortuously, nibbling, licking. Her heavy breath, her trembling body and her moans make the penis pulse, making the accumulation of pre-ejaculatory liquid drip onto the sheet.

"Astarion..." she moans his name in a soft, velvety way, making him respond with a loud, hoarse purr as he sucks her slowly, taking in all her sweet juice, smearing himself with it. He moves away from her and gets on his knees behind the woman, the vampire takes his hand to his throbbing cock and slowly masturbates it, looking at the woman's soaked intimacy, it even runs down her leg.

Gods, how delicious she was.

He then slaps her on the ass, making her let out a moaning scream and looking over her shoulder, drunk with pleasure. She spreads her legs further apart in a more than inviting way.

"Good girl," he says with a husky and sensual voice, leaning over her, grabbing her hair by the back of her neck firmly and giving her a fierce and thirsty kiss. Astarion takes his hand to his dick and positions it at the entrance to the woman's sex and slowly penetrates her, causing her to let out a sigh of relief and a wide smile, biting her lower lip. "I want to fuck you until you won't be able to get out of this bed for a whole day" he says against her ear.

He begins to thrust into her, very slowly, her inner walls contracting around him deliciously. The Vampire Lord passes his arm under her and takes his fingers to the woman's swollen and sensitive clitoris, starting to make slow circular movements, very slowly, while he continues to insert it slowly. She takes a shaky breath and sucks in air between her exposed teeth and moves her hips with his movements.

Astarion smiles, in more than 200 years, hundreds of lovers, men and women, none have ever had such an extreme connection with him, never had sex so delicious and that suited him, that completed him. Her body trembles as if she were exposed to extreme cold, her moans increase and she takes a hand to his disheveled hair, grabbing the curls between her fingers and turns her face towards him, giving him a deep, flustered kiss. He moans into the kiss as he increases the pace of his thrusts a little, going deeper. The Lord takes his hand to the woman's neck, grabbing it there gently, holding her while he kisses her face, her moans are loud, mixing with the obscene noise of sex and his skin slowly slapping against hers.

Astarion continues that rhythm, not fast, not slow, but deeply, moving in and out of her almost to the tip of his cock and back to the end of her. His partner's hot body began to tremble, the moans becoming uncontrolled and she became tighter and tighter and soon they both reached orgasm together, he kissed her while pouring his seed inside her, deep inside, ensuring that nothing was wasted .When his cock stopped spasming, Astarion ceases the kiss and puts his forehead against the side of the woman's head, who breathes heavily and moans softly.

"You are my ruin" he says very softly in her ear, making her smile sweetly. Slowly he withdraws from her and rolls over on the bed until he is lying face to face with the woman who has the most beautiful satisfied smile on her face.

He caresses her cheek and gives her a long kiss, she soon fell asleep still with that beautiful smile and he couldn't feel anything other than pride in himself for making that woman satisfied.

He sighs and was about to snuggle up to her, however, a very suspicious noise upstairs made him alert. Astarion then gets up from the bed, puts on pants and walks out of the room, arriving in the common area of the house he continues to hear suspicious noises, then goes up the stairs heading towards the only room on the upper floor, his son's room.

The vampire opens the door to the boy's room and sees a surprising vision: little Astarion was returning from a night out. The boy didn't notice his presence as he closed the window surreptitiously. Astarion arches his eyebrow with a sideways smile, he crosses his arms and leans his shoulder against the doorframe just waiting for Asta to notice him. The boy slowly turned around and headed towards the bed where Scratch, the old dog, was sleeping.As soon as Asta noticed him, the boy widened his eyes and froze in place, staring at him. The boy's chin and the corners of his mouth were covered in blood.

"It's better to clean your mouth before going to sleep" Astarion said to his son, who had an angry look on his face.

"What are you doing here?" the boy asks.

"I heard a certain "raccoon" climbing from the walls", the vampire says, moving away from the door frame and walking further into the room. "Sneaking out at night? Your mother won't like this at all."

"You have nothing to do with this, and you won't tell my mother" the boy retorts in pure diseducation.

"I think you forgot a small detail, boy", Astarion says. "That I am your father."

The boy makes a disgusted face and shows his teeth, his sharp fangs and Astarion laughs.

"You're cute, son" he says leaving the room and as he goes down the stairs he hears the door slamming loudly. He could say that it was bothering him that the boy hated himself so much, but it didn't make any difference to tell the truth.

***

The Vampire Lord's wife ate breakfast with their son, sitting at the table while eating a lot, he didn't judge her, after all he had kept her very busy during the night, hunger was an obvious result. Astarion looks at his son who is just picking at the food, he must be full, in fact, the little night hunt must have been satiating for the boy.

"Aren't you going to eat?" the woman asks and the boy looks at her, eyes innocent and surprised. Small two-faced.

"I'm not hungry... Can I go?" He asks and she gives him a sweet smile.

"Of course, don't forget the books" she says, taking his plate and moving it away from the smiling boy. He gets up and goes around the table, hugs his mother, kissing her on the temple and she then kisses him on the cheek. Then Asta leaves the kitchen, goes to the closet next to the door and there he had a backpack and went out

"Does he never miss?", the vampire asks.

"He loves studying", the woman replies.

"He really is a very diligent student", he says, approaching her from behind and leaning over her, what makes gives she smile.

"His father was an academic, maybe that influenced him" she says and he smiles resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Do you know that he leaves at night?" he says and she stops with the cutlery. The woman stops and looks at him, raising her eyebrows.

"What?" Astarion lets out a low laugh and moves away from her, pulls out the chair next to the woman's and sits there.

"Today after our delicious sex, I heard a suspicious noise coming from the upper floor, from his room", said the Vampire Lord and she continued looking at him, in total silence. "I went to find out and our beloved boy was returning from his nighttime getaway with blood on his mouth."

"My goodness", she exclaimed, bringing her hands to her face and then lowering them and looking at him. "Blood from what?", Astarion wrinkled his forehead at the question.

"I don't know for sure, but it was from an animal", he replied and she breathed a sigh of relief. A certain discomfort ran through the vampire determined to relieve his wife... "Astarion never drank people's blood, I suppose" he said seriously and she looked at him.

"He drank mine, but he didn't want any more and so we went on the animal diet", she said, getting up and taking the dishes from the table. "He doesn't like drinking people's blood."

Astarion laughs and she looks at him, then ignores him, letting him laugh alone while she takes the dishes to the sink.

"Love, impossible", he says. "The blood of humanoid beings is infinitely tastier, superior. The boy has needed this type of blood since he was in your belly. Remember?"

"It was different, I was the one who drank..."

"But he was the one who needed it", he replied, getting up and going to her. "You know, my love... I know you two like this life... of peasants. But, I see that this is not the best place for Astarion. He needs more..."

"No," she said. "It is not necessary."

"It would even be good for his studies," the vampire continues. "Think carefully..."

"No!" she exclaimed, putting down the dishes and turning to him, tears in her eyes, her body shaking. "No..."

He stares at her in silence and she takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and letting the tears fall.

"You've been here too long, if you miss Baldurs Gate so much, you should go back to your palace," she said. "I couldn't have allowed you to stay..."

"You need me, you want me, you love me," he growls between his teeth, taking her shoulders with his hands. "You are mine."

"I'm not" the woman replies, looking into his eyes. "Astarion, and I can't be, even if I love you, even if you are the father of my children... this will never work."

The Vampire Lord closes his eyes taking a deep breath, trying to remain calm and not rip that insolent woman's head off... And at that moment he noticed that she used the word children, in the plural. He opened his red eyes, looking at her with surprise.

"You are pregnant?" he asked and she pushed him away from her, turning around him. "Answer me!"

"I am!" she shouts with a choked voice, looking at him. "I am..."

Astarion has a livid expression on his face, a small smile forming.

"Since when?..."

"It's been a week since I found out."

"And you weren't going to tell me?"

"You would know, when you were at the palace, Alec would break the news."

"In the palace?", he questions, approaching slowly. "Did you already have plans to expel me?"

"Yes," she replied firmly. "You have your empire to look after, Astarion, you have your dark and cruel world waiting for you. And even though it pains me to say... you don't belong here, you don't belong on our side." she places her hand on her belly. "Enough" she said, turning her back and leaving the house.

Astarion stopped and looked around, he looked at his hands... who he was trying to fool by spending there four months there wasn't his wife or the boy, he was fooling himself, letting himself be carried away by that thing inside him, that weak voice, that weakness that begged for life that he said goodbye to without even feeling guilty.

She was right, he didn't belong there.

***

At the exact moment the Vampire Lord was satisfying himself on the neck of a beautiful human boy, young, handsome, with delicious blood. And he would continue to enjoy the boy's neck if it weren't for a message from Alec:

"Your consort is not well, my Master."

He would ignore it, after all, she didn't want him around, but one small detail made him panic... His wife was pregnant and the birth was a few days away, by his count. At the same moment, the vampire removed his mouth from the human, pushing him hard against the wall, enough to kill the unfortunate man. It didn't matter the moment of pleasure, no, if she wasn't well, he had to go. He quickly put on a hideously ordinary outfit and set off towards the remote location in the form of black smoke, moving faster than the winds. When already flying over the property, Astarion descended to the ground, brutally hitting him, causing black smoke to spread everywhere and he soon started walking towards the house.

The smell of her blood invaded his nostrils, his pupils dilated and his heart accelerated, it was a lot of blood. Astarion's eyes hover over his son who was sitting on the porch, the owl bear nearby as well as Scratch and Alec comforting the boy. As soon as the spawn saw him, he put himself in an alert position, moving away from the boy.

"Master..."

"What is happening?" Astarion asked, walking straight past him and opening the door of the house, to his surprise, Alec followed him into the residence.

"The labor is being..." the boy was saying when Astarion opened the door to the woman's room and was completely paralyzed.

Bloody towels, buckets of red water, the smell of blood so strong that it seemed to be inside her body and she... She was sitting on the bed, naked, legs open and the sheet completely red with blood, she was leaning against the pillows and panting, weak.

"Difficult..." Alec said, swallowing hard.

The midwife looked at them.

"No men here!"

" Shut up!" Astarion roared in his total fury, making the dwarf flinch.

The pale elf quickly walked over to his exhausted wife, holding her head by the back of her neck and making her look at him... Her eyes were almost lifeless.

"No, no, no," he said, bringing his other hand to her face and looked at the midwife. "Do something!"

"I-I've already done everything I could " she said. "The child is turned over... The only way would be to open the belly."

"But that would kill her" said Alec and the dwarf looked at him.

"It won't be much different than now "-she said and Astarion looked at the face of the woman who owed everything he had, everything, absolutely everything.

"You can't give up" he said and the twilight began to paint the night sky. "You are the damn heroine of Baldurs Gate! Let's go!" he held her face in his hands, but she didn't respond, her breathing was shallow... there was no solution, death was waiting to take her. "Open it" said Astarion to the midwife. The little woman and Alec looked at each other wide-eyed. "Open the damn belly and take out the child!"

"But, Sir..." the midwife was saying.

"Now!" Astarion ordered, his voice becoming thicker, like that of a demon and his eyes glowed red. The midwife said nothing, just quickly took the necessary sharp instrument and went to the slowly dying woman. The dwarf skillfully began to open a cut on the foot of the woman's belly, who made an expression of pain and moaned softly.

" It's okay, it will be quick, I promise, my love, I promise" said Astarion, kissing her on the forehead, his red eyes then went to the midwife who was opening the belly, the blood running like a stream from the incision.

The small hands were soon entering the open cut, feeling, searching, while the Vampire Lord's wife moaned in pain, almost dying.

"Get her out soon!" Alec screams in despair.

"I am trying! - the midwife says and Astarion sees her two hands pulling the baby's feet out of the cut.

"Just a little more" said Alec, going to the last clean towel, picking it up and approaching the midwife who pulled the baby out. Alec quickly wrapped the white towel around him.

"She's not breathing, clear her airways!" said the midwife, going with Alec to the small table prepared to receive the baby and they began to try to save the child's life. Astarion then looked at the woman, her eyes dull, her breathing failing, ending... he knew she would hate him for that.

The Vampire Lord quickly bit his own wrist, opening a large wound, and grabbed the woman's chin, opening her mouth.

"Here, take everything" he said, pouring the ascended blood into her mouth, flooding it, causing the blood to flow down her throat. "You can't leave me, I forbid you."

He said with tears running down his face and rested his forehead against the side of her forehead. At the same moment the baby cried, she took a deep breath, her body began to spasm, the cut in her belly closed and she began to scream.

"By the gods..." said the midwife completely in shock. The dwarf looked at the baby who was now crying and being cleaned by Alec. "This is the spawn of a demon..."

Astarion looked at the woman and then at Alec who was looking at her angrily. With a signal from the lord, the spawn advanced on the dwarf, sinking his fangs into her neck. Astarion's wife, however, stopped screaming and writhing, falling into a deep sleep amidst the blood-soaked sheets. Alec finished drying the midwife's veins and quickly returned to the baby, wrapping him in the towel again and cradling him on his chest.

"Bring him here" said Astarion and the spawn obeyed him promptly.

The vampire took the newborn child in his hands and placed it in his arm, the little white thing, bald and covered in blood, couldn't stop crying.

"Maybe it's better to put her on her mother's chest" said Alec and Astarion nodded.

With the greatest care and delicacy he had, he placed the baby against her chest, helped the little one find the nipple and to his surprise, the child began to breastfeed. A small smile formed on the pale elf's lips seeing the offspring feeding on his mother.

"Master... You... Really transformed her" said Alec.

"She and I will discuss this later" said Astarion holding the baby carefully against her chest. "Now, let's take care of this boy..."

"Girl, Master" Alec corrected. "She is a girl."

Astarion raised his eyebrow and gave a small smile... girl, your girl, your princess.

"Mom?..." Asta's voice at the door made the two vampires look at him. The boy's eyes were wide, scared, he was shaking with horror.

"Asta..." said Alec, raising his hands at elbow height. "Asta, stay calm..."

"What you did do to my mother?!" the boy shouted furiously, tears running down his face.

"Your mother is well, Astarion" said the Lord. "She's just tired."

"You are lying!" the boy shouts. "Mommy!" he tried to run to her, but Alec got in front of her.

"She's going to be fine, Asta" said the spawn. "Please, leave."

The boy was breathing heavily, looking scared everywhere, at his mother lying inert in the bed with a baby against her chest... He soon ran quickly out of the room.

"Asta!" Alec shouted, going after him.

"Leave the boy, I need you here" said Astarion, leaning over the woman and the child stopped before leaving the room. "Clean everything.

"But, Master, Asta..."

"He will come back" he replied as he picked up the now quiet baby and placed her in the small crib nearby. "I'll take care of her mother."

Alec didn't answer anything, just nodded while the Master took the unconscious and bloody woman in his arms and left heading towards the bathroom.

Her life now belonged to him.

***

Astarion himself, after giving the woman a bath, took care of the newborn baby, gave her a warm and careful bath and then put on clean, white clothes. He didn't get tired of looking at the little girl, she had white skin, pale as ivory, pale like his and from the few strands of hair he knew they would be white, now her eyes... those would be a mystery until they established their color. But she was beautiful, perfect, his little Aurora.

The Vampire Lord later went in search of his firstborn. He followed the trail of him and the animals, but all he found was the old dog... Dead. There was no sign of violence on his body, nothing, he was just dead, undoubtedly due to his age, his heart must have stopped, and the body was very far from the house. The owl bear's trail had also simply disappeared, as had the boy's, which made Astarion uncomfortable, his heir had simply disappeared and that wasn't good at all, in fact, it was terrible for a huge list of reasons. He returned to the house, empty-handed, and as soon as he was close he heard the woman's enraged screams.

"HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME?!" Astarion at that moment closed his eyes and took a deep breath, it was time to face the consequences of his desperate act. "Madam, please calm down..."

"Saying that will only make her angrier "said the vampire lord, making the woman look at him. The now red eyes had only one feeling printed on them: anger.

"You..." she said through exposed teeth. "I'll kill you!"

She advances towards Astarion.

"No you won't " he says and she stops, her eyes now scared... Realizing that she was obeying his order. "Calm down and sit down, right now. Even though her body dressed in a simple red dress showed reluctance, she sat on a chair at the table and stared at the floor.

"Alec, continue the search" ordered the cub, who gladly obeyed. Because his spawn were made with ascended blood, some of them Astarion gave the gift of being able to walk under the sun. "What did you do... What did you do..." said the woman tremblingly looking at her pale hands while tears fell onto her palms.

"I had no choice," Astarion said and she raised her red eyes to him. "I was losing you, my decision was a pure act..."he looked at her haggard face. "Desperation, selfishness... Hope of not losing you."

She closed her eyes tightly, lowering her head. Astarion then approaches the woman, places himself on one knee in front of her and holds her now icy hands.

"Try to understand, I couldn't lose you" he says, placing a hand on her face and she leans towards the touch. "I can't ask for forgiveness, because I know it's unforgivable."

"How am I going to tell this to Asta?" she questions and that thing inside Astarion seemed to hurt, become tight, crushed.

"Honey... The boy... He left last night, with the animals, after the baby was born" Astarion said and she looked at him without understanding. "I found the old dog, but the trail of the owl bear and the boy..."

"What are you saying?" she questioned, letting go of his hand and moving away from his touch. The Vampire Lord took a deep breath.

"Our son is missing" he said finally.

Little by little, the woman's eyes opened wide, an expression of pure terror and anguish appearing on her beautiful face.

"What?..."

"But don't worry, we're already looking for him" said Astarion, holding her face in his hands.The woman was so shocked that she couldn't express despair or anger, she just said:

"I want my son... Let's find him" said Astarion.She only came out of her shock when the baby in the room started crying, this caused Astarion's partner to become alert and quickly get up and go towards the girl. He followed her and stood at the door watching her take the small white-clad bundle into her arms.

"How will it be now?" she asked, lowering the strap of her dress, taking her left breast out, it didn't take long for the little girl to start suckling hungrily. "How am I going to feed her when the fangs are born?"

"She will continue drinking your milk and your blood" said Astarion, approaching and placing himself behind the woman, his hands resting on her hips and his face pressed against hers. "But, I believe that the blood of a living being will have to be given."

She closed her eyes again causing more tears to fall.

"Let's look for Asta after she finishes breastfeeding" she said, opening her red eyes and looking at the little newborn. "Let's bring her brother back..."

"Yes" said Astarion, resting his chin on the woman's right shoulder. "She's perfect, isn't she?"

"Yes..." she replied softly in a tearful voice. "I can't even think of a name for her.."

"Don't worry, my treasure"said Astarion, placing a hand on the little girl's head. "I already thought about that. The vampire's wife looked at him. "Her name is Aurora" he said.

She gave a shaky little smile and looked at the baby again.

"Welcome, Aurora " she said, crying again and Astarion wrapped his arms around the woman in a futile attempt to comfort her heart, but nothing could comfort her until they found the boy.

***

The search for Astarion continued, for days, weeks, months... And nothing, they didn't find the boy and every day more and more, the Vampire Lord saw his wife, his consort, fall into a deep abyss and she just wasn't going deeper and deeper for Aurora, for their daughter who would soon turn one year old. Astarion liked to spoil the girl, he liked to make her laugh, he dressed her in the most expensive and luxurious clothes, she had all the toys possible and for her he redecorated the entire palace. No gloomy colors, no sordid decor, nothing that could dull the shine of his perfect, immaculate daughter. Of course there were still the dark parts, parts that Aurora should never set foot in or know about, usually the parts where most of Astarion's spawn lived. He didn't like their presence near Aurora, he handpicked vampires who could be his daughter's companion.

Regarding the outside world, he also wouldn't allow Aurora to leave Baldurs Gate, not after the disappearance of her older brother... Astarion didn't understand what had happened to his son, it didn't make sense, a boy and a damn owl bear disappearing without a trace was absurd. But he hadn't given up on finding the boy, he chose the most competent spawn to go with Alec in search of the boy throughout Faêrun and they could only return with the boy and the damn owl bear.

The Vampire Lord supervised the team of a renowned painter in the city by placing the monumental painting of the Ancunín family on the main wall of the ballroom. In the image he was standing, elegant and with an unparalleled posture, next to his consort sitting in a cream upholstered chair with the baby on her lap facing her, but looking in the direction of the painter. The painting was clear, vivid, full of light, the three wore light, haute couture clothes, in a well-lit environment with little information other than the extraordinary beauty of that family.

"A little further to the left" ordered Astarion and the poor mortals who placed the painting trembled on the stairs, balancing themselves to adjust the frame perfectly.

"It was already straight" the woman's voice says, entering the room and he looked at her. She wore a beautiful noble crimson dress, her daughter in her arms wore a beautiful dress in a bluish tone. The girl was the synonym of perfection and beauty, her white hair formed thick curls that were already shoulder-length, her skin was delicate and pale like ivory and her eyes... They were blue, a pale blue like the full moon, when he noticed her eyes were forming that color, he was sure they were his eyes before he was transformed.

"Your perception isn't very sharp, my love" he said with her stopping beside him. Aurora laid her head on her mother's shoulder, drowsy.

"Apparently, it better than yours" she said, passing him and lightly bumping hher shoulder against his arm. Astarion raised his eyebrow and followed her gaze, he knew she was far from happy, but she was there with him and that was all that mattered. After the painting was finally placed, he went in search of his beloved consort and found her in her daughter's beautiful room, fit for a princess. She was lying on the huge bed next to the sleeping girl. She tapped her fingers lightly on Aurora's bottom and hummed a song softly. The Vampire Lord approached the bed and the woman looked sideways with red eyes, ignored him and continued to rock Aurora to sleep.

Knowing he was intruding, the pale elf snuck over to the bed and lay down on the other side of the girl, returning to her mother who was facing him. Astarion took his long fingers to his daughter's curls, sinking them into the silky strands.

"I know you're not happy "he said softly and the woman looked at him. "But I'm working to make it happen. I swear that soon the four of us will be together." he looked at her, a small smile graced her beautiful lips, and slowly she leaned towards him, sealing her lips in a warm kiss. She then lay down on the bed and snuggled Aurora against her, and the vampire couldn't resist lying down too and placing both of them on his broad chest.He could be the biggest bloodthirsty tyrant that Baldurs Gate would have, but with his family he would always wear the good mask, the fake that left that thing trapped inside him free to live the illusion of a happy and perfect family.

What he knew could never be.

***

Astarion couldn't say how he was simply sucked into a portal next to the Bear, he remembers running through the forest with the animal following him along with Scratch and then, when they were close to a stone wall, a purple light enveloped them, just he and the bear and Scratch stayed behind. But the strangest thing was waking up in a bed in a place he didn't know, strange and the strangest thing was the man who apparently was taking care of him. His name was Gale, and he was a powerful and skilled wizard and the crazy thing was that he knew his mother... And her father.

They had fought against the Absolute before Asta was born, even though he was already in his mother's womb. At the time he didn't know how to get home, he didn't know where his house actually was, so Gale took care of him and the Bear and Asta had to admit that he saw him as a father and Gale saw him as a son, he taught him everything about magic, made him study the arcane art and helped him, but Astarion also continued with his physical training, swords, bows, all types of weapons and combat. He had to stay strong because of what was happening in Faêrun, the rise of the Dark Empire, led by the Vampire Lord who was his father. As the years passed, Asta's father became more and more powerful, his claws were embedded throughout the Sword Coast, his power was unique, extreme. Asta knew that that night after giving birth, the bastard had transformed his mother and taken her and his brother, or sister, to the palace where they were now trapped. Everything the boy wanted most in that world was just one thing:

"Revenge " said Asta, packing his backpack for his journey while the teacher, the master, watched him. Gale already had gray strands among his brown ones, marks of time on his face, but he always seemed energetic.

"What you're doing is very risky," Gale said. "Even though you are the son of Astarion, he will kill you."

"I spent years training, professor" said Asta, turning to him. "Years, I'm ready."

Gale crossed his arms over his chest and let out a long sigh, worry on his face.

" Don't go alone," he said. "Find allies."

"The road to Baldurs Gate is long, I'm sure the Bear and I will find allies" he said, finishing closing his backpack and placing it on his back. Asta was now a man in his late 30s, he was no longer a boy, but Gale still looked at him as if he were, as if he needed his protection.

"I'll be fine, and when this is all over, I'll come back with my mother" he said and Gale smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"I hope so" said the wizard and Asta knew he was trying to look tough at that moment.The dhampir then went to the man and hugged him, Gale took a few seconds to return the hug, which became tight.

"I'll be fine" said Asta and Gale let out a shaky, nasal laugh, ready to cry.

"I hope so, son" he said, taking his hand to Asta's hair, stroking the strands between his trembling fingers.

After the difficult farewell, Asta left the wizard's tower and together with the owl bear began his journey along the road to Baldurs Gate, towards his revenge and rescuing his family from the monster's clutches.

But what he couldn't imagine was that he was continuing a cycle of pain and suffering.

#fanfic #oneshot #smut #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion art #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate #astarion x tav

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wickedholl0w · 7 months

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Nothing, just in love with my own TAV.

Rhidian, mommy loves you

#fanfic #oneshot #smut #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion art #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 romance #tav #bg3 #bg3 tav #male model

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wickedholl0w · 7 months

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No thoughts, just my TAV (Evrin), who made me have ideas to my Astarion fanfic.

#fanfic #oneshot #smut #astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion art #astarion bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion x tav #baldurs gate #bg3 tav #tav #romance #bg3 romance

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wickedholl0w · 8 months

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An eternal bond pt3

Fandom: Baldurs Gate 3

Pairing: Astarion/F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Summary: After Astarion find you and your son, he sees the boy for te first time after 10 years, and you two have a moment alone, with nostalgia and passion.

Notes: Just some romance and smut hehehe

Warnings: smut!, bittersweet, oral sex male and female receiving, possession, unprotected sex, vaginal sex.

Part 1 👇

Part 2 👇

Astarion's red eyes shine in the darkness, his beautiful face is gradually illuminated as the clouds uncover the partially full moon. He dresses with luxury and refinement, dark clothes with details in silver and red, his white hair always well combed. The vampire analyzes you carefully, as if he were formulating a sentence, he then looks at the charred body of the spawn lying on the floor and gives a smile.

"Apparently you don't like visitors" he says.

"When the visitor wants to kill me and kidnap my son, no" you answering, your son still behind you and spying on the vampire.

Astarion clicks his tongue and takes a more casual pose and looks at you.

"So you helped my work in killing her, my dear," he says and you raise your eyebrow. "But I would have been a little longer... Slower..." his eyes went directly to the boy who was spying on him behind you. "If you understand me."

The Vampire Lord clears his throat and looks at you again, you frown.

"So you mean you have nothing to do with this attack?" you ask.

"No, I didn't know" he says.

You let out a low sneer and put your arm around your son's shoulders, pulling him closer to you, the boy rests his face against your chest and looks at his father.

"And you want me to believe it?" you say in disbelief.

"Yes, after all, what would I gain from it?" he says. "If there's something I don't want, it's your death and I want the good of my heir."

"He's not your heir" you growl, squeezing the boy against you.

"Do you want to deny his blood?" Astarion says, his eyes shining. "He is an Ancunín, he is my son, my blood, my heir, and you cannot deny that."

You swallow hard and look at your son who is looking at you, his eyes confused, an expression on his face that you never wanted to see, anguish. You look at the vampire.

"What do you want?" you ask.

"Your safety," he replies. "I'll commit to this, I'll send more spawns, I'll give you a fortress, whatever you want..." His gaze becomes soft, anguished. "But please don't go."

You take a deep breath, look again at your son who is staring at his father.

"We don't need a fortress," you say. "We don't need any more of your spawns surrounding our house. All I want is for you to keep our location and Astarion's existence a secret."

"Done" he says without hesitation.

"We're gonna stay?" your son asks and you look at him, giving him a small smile.

"Yes."

The boy breathes a sigh of relief.

"Now, go inside, take Scratch with you" you say and the boy obeys, taking Scrath by the collar.

Before heading towards the house, he looks towards his father who looks at him and you can see and feel that your son is not receptive, he looks at him with a frown and turns his back to go home being followed by the owl bear who always sleeps below his bedroom window.

When you see him enter the house and the owl bear walks around it, you look back at Astarion and are startled to see him less than a step away from you, which makes you look up so you can see his face. The ascended vampire gives a mischievous smile.

"Hello, my dear" he says and you make an unhappy face.

"How did she know about my son?" you ask and he raises his eyebrows.

"Who?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and then looking back over his shoulder and letting out a laugh. "Ah, the piece of burned coal?"

You stare at him sternly.

"I have no idea how the obsessed little bitch found out about you and the boy."

"If she knew, more might know" you say and Astarion becomes thoughtful.

"The only one who would know would be Alec," he says. "But he wouldn't tell..."

"And do you trust?" you cross your arms over your chest. "He is your spawn, he can be as fake and sneaky as you."

"Hmm" Astarion grumbles, closing his fingers on his chin, thoughtfully. "You have an interesting view. But, Alec is a great dog and... He's lived here since I ordered him to find you, he's never been to my palace again. Maybe this little dog was too nosy."

You roll your eyes and try to move away, but soon Astarion's cold hand closes, gently, around yours. You look at the touch and then at his face.

"Please "he says. "Just tonight."

You know what he wants, you know he wants to get closer to your son, to you, at least once. Of course you could refuse, but... Maybe it was the opportunity for the boy to meet his father.

"Right, but I don't want you to say what you are, what you have done in Baldurs Gate. Try to be kind..."

He laughs.

"Honey, you know very well that I can be kind" he says.

You hold back your smile and release your hand from his and walk forward with the pale elf following you, you reach the porch of the house and you open the door. There is only darkness, but with a snap of his fingers Astarion makes all the candles light and you see your son sitting on the first step of the stairs that lead to the upper floor, he hugs his knees and keeps his chin against the top of them.

The boy looks at you and Astarion who is right behind.

"Asta," you call the boy who raises his head. "Come here."

He looks at Astarion and you once again and gets up, walks to you go and you place yourself behind the boy who is now looking at his father closely.

"Honey, this is..."

"I know who he is, mother," the boy replies. "Is obvious."

Astarion raises his eyebrows and wrinkles his forehead, he looks at the boy in surprise.

"It's... Yes" you say, sinking your fingers into the white curls of your son's hair. "But you were never properly presented..."

"We are now, then," Asta says, turning away from you and walking away towards Scrath. "I'm going back to sleep."

The boy takes the dog's collar and leads him up the stairs, leaving his parents behind, completely unresponsive.

"That was..." you were saying until Astarion started laughing, literally.

You look at him until he's breathless, hands on his stomach as he go to a chair at the table and sit there. The Vampire Lord continues to laugh nonstop.

The man catches his breath and looks at you with eyes full of tears of laughter.

"What a detestable little brat," he says, still laughing and you frown. "It was amazing!" Astarion says getting up again. "Did you see the way he looked at me? How did he speak to me? It was perfect!"

"What?..." you look at him confused.

"Darling, he might hate me" he says, leaving you even more confused.

"And how good would that be?"

"I will not be a disappointment to him," Astarion replies. "I prefer him to hate me instead of seeing me in a fantasy way where I would be his hero... He won't suffer."

You think about it and it really makes sense, Asta not having expectations with Astarion it's really a positive point, after all, he won't be disappointed because his father is a cruel tyrant addicted to power.

"Yeah, you're right," you say, touching the back of your head. "Well, I believe that's it. You can go."

The vampire squints his red eyes as he stares at you, a viperine smile forming on his beautiful lips.

"Whatever is going through that head of yours, the answer is no," you say and point to the door. "Out."

"Oh, you're being so hostile to me," he says, getting closer and you turn your face away, intending not to look at him. "It's like you don't love me anymore...'

"I don't love you," you say looking into his eyes. "One day I loved, yes, but today..."

Astarion swallows, red eyes looking at you with softness, pain.

You nod, lowering your head.

"Go away and don't come back" you say, your heart compressing in your chest, fighting against the words you had just said.

The Vampire Lord slowly brings his fingers to your face and slides their tips there, he holds your chin between his index finger and thumb making you lift your face to look at him.

"Don't lie to me and don't lie to yourself," he says. "You know what you feel... "he brings his face closer to yours and brings your foreheads together. "You know what I feel..."

"You don't feel anything..."

"I feel for you, and that's enough," he says and you look him in the eyes. "I miss you, I miss the touch of your skin, your kisses... I miss tasting you."

His nose brushes against yours and you feel your entire skin crawl, your cheekbones getting hot and your body trembles slightly .

"Stop..." you say, taking your hands to the jacket embroidered in silver thread.

"I want you," he says with his mouth close to your ear. "I need you."

"We can't..."

"Why?" he asks, taking his hands to the buttons of your tunic, opening them one by one in the area of your chest.

"It's wrong" you say, sliding your hands over the embroidery of your son's father's chic clothes.

Astarion laughs, placing his mouth on your neck, he lightly touches his cold lips to your skin and you feel your insides throb with the familiar touch. He slides his mouth down your neck and presses a light kiss to the spot next to your jaw.

"Seeing you wearing these clothes makes me nostalgic," he says. "I remember the first time I took something similar from you... The first night you were totally mine."

"Astarion" you whisper, turning your face to him and he looks at you, your noses almost touching.

"You want me as much as I want you," he says, taking his hand to the back of your neck and holding your hair between his cold fingers. "One last night, one last time" he bring your bodies together and you can feel his rigidity against your belly, which makes you pant and part your lips, looking at his mouth so close to yours.

"Asta is up there..."

"He went to sleep..."

"No, he wasn't," you lightly touched your lips to Astarion's who tried to stick his tongue in your mouth, failing, but licked your lips. "I know our son, I know he's awake and won't sleep until you leave."

The vampire smiles broadly.

"So, he'll stay awake until dawn" he says.

You try to say something, but you are stopped by the Vampire Lord's thirsty and cold kiss, you moan and try to push him away from you, but the feeling of his tongue against yours, the way he takes your mouth, thirsty, full of desire. You feel a feeling of pure nostalgia, you feel your skin crawling, your heart pumping your blood even harder and you know that you won't be able to resist the urge and the need to be his, at least one more time.

You hug Astarion's neck, deepening the kiss, he lets out a hoarse moan from the back of his throat and holds you tighter against him. The vampire wastes no time in placing his hands on upur thighs and pull ypu onto his lap, making your mouths separate.

"Over there" you say, panting and pointing towards the door of your room, which is on the ground floor.

Astarion kisses you again and promptly starts walking towards the door, he knocks you against the door and opens it, entering your simple, dimly lit room. The vampire kicks the door closing it and walks to the bed, throwing you there.

You support the weight of your body on your elbows as you watch Astarion slowly undress his torso, you almost don't know how to breathe anymore as his gaze burns your skin like lava, almost melting your bones and when you see his beautiful and eternal body you sigh .

He hasn't changed anything in years, but you... You've changed, you've aged, even if not much, but you weren't the same as when you met.

"What?" he questions while taking off his boots.

"You're still identical," you say, sitting down. "Nothing has changed, absolutely nothing, while me..." you look at the ground and bring your fingertips to your face. "I'm getting older, more and more every day..."

"My love," he says, leaning towards you, placing his closed fists on the mattress and placing his face in front of yours. "You're still as beautiful as the first time I saw you."

You let out a nasal laugh in disbelief.

"You tried to kill me when we first met" you say and he raises his eyebrows, wrinkling his forehead.

"And you were going to abandon me with a bunch of brain creatures" he says and you laugh, placing your hands on his shoulders.

"There weren't any."

He laughs and kisses you again, a calmer kiss, still deep and sensual. The man then takes his hands to the rest of the closed buttons on your tunic, opening it completely and removing it from you, leaving you with your torso completely naked.

Astarion's kisses disdain for your chin where he nibbles with his teeth and goes down your neck, wet and lingering kisses on your skin causing slight chills down your spine, good and pleasant chills.

Astarion arrived with kisses on the area of your breasts, he slowly takes the right nipple between his teeth and gently pulls it, making you startle, but soon gives in to total pleasure when he begins to suck, his tongue playing with the nipple, the nibbles. The man then goes to the other breast and before continuing with the caresses he stops, you notice that he is now looking closely at your breasts,.

"What?" you ask and Astarion takes his hand to his left breast, holding it and runs his thumb around the nipple.

"Fang marks," he says. "Small..." he raises his eyes to yours.

You give a small smile.

"When Asta's fangs grew, he started to drink milk and blood" you say.

Astarion swallowed and looked again at your breast marked by the many scars of his son's tiny fangs. The Vampire Lord gives a warm and long kiss there, then several more on each breast.

You smile and then push him lightly making him move away and the vampire looks at you seeing that you sit more on the edge of the bed. You take your hands to the waistband of his pants and bring your face closer to the vampire's defined abdomen, kissing there, causing the vampire to let out a kind of purr of approval.

"Ah... Your lips are so warm," he says, taking his hands to your hair, which was tied up in a high ponytail. "The feeling of them against my skin is like fire..."

He lets go of you hair, making it fall over your shoulders and back, you look at him from under your eyelashes while still kissing Astarion's stomach and smiling without taking your lips off his skin, your hands working together begin to unbutton his pants, opening the piece.

You pull down his pants, making Astarion's hard cock jump out, hitting your chin, you look at it and take in your hand, starting to slowly masturbate him, making the vampire breathe deeply.

"Gods..." he says between low and hoarse moans as you place a kiss on the head of his member and look at him again from under your eyelashes.

You put his length in your mouth, making him take it completely and Astarion lifts his face, leaving the spine of his neck in evidence. You begin to suck him eagerly, all the way to the back of your throat, making the most pleasurable moans come from your partner's lips, who grabs your hair and begins to move his hips following the movement of your hand and mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes" he moans softly as you increase the pace of your mouth around his stiff, engorged cock.

You take it out of your mouth to breathe and lick it from the base to the head, several times, from different angles and put it back in your mouth.

"Fuck..." he says in a hoarse moan and you feel your core pulsing, getting hot and your moisture is so much that it becomes uncomfortable between your legs.

"Enough," Astarion says pulling your hair making you move away from him.

You can't say anything, you just look at him with eyes filled with lust.

The vampire leans towards you and kisses you fiercely, your tongues fighting an arduous battle in your mouths as you take off your boots and he rips off your pants quickly, desperately.

Astarion stops kissing you and quickly gets down on his knees on the floor, spreads your legs further apart and puts his index and middle fingers in his own mouth, moistening them while he looks at your dripping wet intimacy.

He takes his fingers out of his mouth and slowly penetrates them in you, making you breathe hard and deeply, and when he takes your clit between his lips, you moan, feeling your whole body shake. He sucks you and plays with his tongue, his sharp fangs need the sensitive and soft flesh of the region, but they don't hurt you and his fingers work together with his mouth, entering and exiting you in a torturous way, caressing the exact point of pleasure.

You grip his hair between your fingers and arch your body forward, your breasts heavy and nipples hard and erect, you are just one step away from the precipice of pleasure, his tongue swirls around your clit, his lips open and close there and the obscene sounds take over the small room.

"Astarion..." you moan softly and he grunted without responding, focused on giving you pleasure and making you cum in his mouth.

You cry out the name of the gods as you feel the pleasure washing over you, your insides clenching tightly around his fingers. Your body can no longer stand sitting when the peak hits you, you throw your back against the bed arching your whole body forward as you scream with pleasure as you cum in Astarion's mouth who continues to lick and suck you, taking every last drop of your orgasm.

Only when you stop shaking does he remove his fingers from you, he sucks them and you look at him weakly, drunk with pleasure, as he finishes taking off his pants.

You gather the little strength you have and adjust yourself on the bed, your head now close to the wooden headboard, opening your legs, leaving space for your partner to place himself between them and take you.

Astarion comes to you, placing himself on top of you and between your legs, you bring your hand to his face and the vampire kisses your palm, he lowers himself to you and kisses you slowly and not so slowly he penetrates his dick into you to the hilt causing you to warm the kiss in a gasp of surprise and pain. It had been many years since you slept with someone, so the pain was normal. And, he noted, which made him smile proudly.

You give him another quick kiss and look into his eyes, into his half-open mouth... his fangs. You remember perfectly the feeling of them embedded in your neck and how you liked the sensation, the different and unique pleasure it caused.

You then offer your neck to Astarion, his eyes shine like liquid fire and then he puts his mouth there, at first he licks it in a slow and torturous way, but then he sinks his fangs into your skin, starting to thrust inside you, slowly and deep as he sucks your blood. Your eyes roll back in pleasure and you dig your nails into his back, away from the scars.

Astarion removes his mouth from your neck.

"Gods, you're delicious" he says with his lips covered in blood and rubbing his nose against your face as he continues thrusting into you.

You kiss him desperately feeling the iron taste of your own blood on his tongue. Astarion increases the pace of his thrusts and grabs your neck with his hand, closing his fingers with a little force, making you gasp out a moan, he turns your face to the side and licks the two wounds of his fangs. You then intertwine his hips with your legs, a way of making you more united, as if it were physically possible.

He puts his arms under you holding you, kisses your face while moaning, the sound of your sweaty skin hitting each other echoes loudly, the smells of your bodies intertwined. Nothing else matters around, just him and the unique and perfect feeling of him filling you.

Your body begins to show signs of orgasm, your inner walls tighten around Astarion's cock making him grunt against your mouth and he looks into your watering eyes.

"Come for me, my love" he says licking your mouth and you moan loudly, sinking your nails into the skin of his back, from the smell you know you made him bleed and he moans. He doesn't stop the thrusts, he continues with the deep and fast step.

The pleasure hits you like a sharp and powerful blow, all you can see are stars and your body shakes desperately, you almost can't breathe, it's something like a feeling of despair, but delicious.

You hold his face between your shaking hands and kiss him.

"My love, my love, my love..." you say with tears of pleasure running down your face as you kiss him and Astarion grinds his teeth tightly and moans loudly between his teeth as he comes inside you, thrusting deeply one last time.

His body trembles over yours and he kisses you deeply, his tongue slowly sliding over yours, his lips making a loud, obscene noise amidst your moans.

You take his bottom lip between your teeth and tug gently, making him smile widely. He holds your hair at the back of your neck and gives you kisses on your face and neck, the vampire nibbles your earlobe between his teeth and then licks it.

"You're mine," he says softly and you roll your eyes in pleasure. "You will always be mine."

You could deny it, you could push him off of you and tell him to go away, but... You can't, all you can do is smile wide as he kisses your neck and nod your head.

Astarion was right, you were his and would always be his.

***

The boy thought that his mother would send away that stranger who was his father as soon as he turned his back on both of them. But, unfortunately for Astarion, it wasn't the front door that knocked, but his mother's bedroom.

Just the mere thought made him feel disgusted and repulsed, not by his mother, but by the damn stranger.

Asta always pretended he slept well at night so his mother wouldn't worry, but his sleep was as light as a feather, so he had an escape route.

The white-haired boy covers Scratch who is lying on his bed sleeping with the blanket and goes to the window. Asta whistles imitating a bird's song and soon the owl bear is waiting for him under his window. The boy climbs up to the window and deftly jumps onto the animal's back, holding on to its soft feathers.

"Let's go, Bear" the boy says and calmly the animal starts walking towards the forest.

Because he always hunted in the surrounding areas, Asta knew many places that his mother had no idea about, one of these places was the ruins of a temple covered in vegetation and on top of a high rock that gave a complete view of the surroundings, of the village that was a few milles away from your home, and from your own home.

When he arrives at the place, Astarion leaves the owl bear and begins to climb the ruins until he reaches the top where he made a small secret corner, a refuge on days when he needed to be alone.

He sits on the edge of an opening in the wall, his legs dangling as he looks at the mountainous, dimly lit landscape of villages in the distance, the rivers that cut through the land and the moon in the sky.

The boy sighs and hugs his knees, he was always curious about his father, what he was like, his appearance, his personality and his mother had always been honest with him: he was identical to him and that his father was a cruel vampire master... It wasn't really his mother who told him that last part.

"You know that when she finds out that you are running away at night she will ground you" says Alec, approaching through the shadows and Astarion shrugs.

"She won't" he says and the vampire sits down next to him.

Astarion looks at Alec, he is an elf, he appears to be no more than 30 years old, with long black hair, pale skin, bright red eyes and wears dark, unrefined clothes, very different from his father.

"So, how it was?" Alec asks him and the boy clicks his tongue awkwardly.

"I didn't like him."

Alec lets out a low laugh.

"I knew I wouldn't like him," the spawn says. "Maybe it would be better."

"Yeah," Asta responds with a pout. "Mom could hate him."

The vampire laughs and puts his hand on the top of the boy's head.

"I think that's very unlikely," he says. "Is that why you ran away today?"

"I know she..." the boy's cheeks blush. "She was going to sleep with him."

"So it was a wise choice," said Alec, laughing. "Don't worry, it's just for tonight."

Asta nods and Alec looks at him, analyzes him. The spawn who became a great friend of the boy takes a deep breath and gets closer to him, puts his arms around the boy's shoulders and strokes his hair.

"You're not condemned like me, you can be in peace, Asta," he says and the boy looks at him. "You're not stuck with him."

Asta nods, he knew that Alec was a spawn, he had explained well what it was like, how lucky he was to be living near the boy and his mother's house and not in Astarion's palace, but that he was still trapped by his will and orders from the Vampire Lord, and how lucky the boy was to only have Astarion's blood in his veins, to be only a half-breed and free.

***

You wake up with sunlight hitting your eyes, you feel a sharp pain in your neck and a weakness that you know is from lack of blood. You open your eyes and look down seeing that you are only covered with the sheet, there are stains of blood, probably yours after last night with Astarion... You look at the empty side of the bed, he is gone... At least they didn't have to say goodbye.

You sit down on the mattress, you're a little dizzy, but nothing worrying. You put your feet on the floor and taking courage you get up and go to the closet, you put on your underwear and a simple dress. You find the courage to walk and know you have to go up the stairs to wake your child.

You open the bedroom door and walk towards the stairs, but as soon as you get there you are startled to see Astarion sitting at the kitchen table with upur son on the other side of it. The boy's face is serious, closed, his gaze is at least deadly at his father who looks at him with amusement.

"What are you doing?" you ask, getting closer and Astarion looks at you, his son doesn't take his eyes off him.

"Ah, good morning to you too, dear," the vampire says, getting up and walking towards you. "You are radiant."

He puts his hands on your waist and kisses you on the cheek. You put your hands on his shoulders and look at Asta who looks at you with visible disgust.

"Astarion," you say, pulling him away from you and looking at his face, seeing his mischievous smile. "Why are you still here?"

"Ah..." he says and looks at Asta over his shoulder and then at you. "I decided to spend some time with my wife and son. You know, a vacation from Baldurs Gate."

You swallow hard and look at your son.

"Asta, can you go outside for a bit?" you ask the boy who, without saying a word, gets up and leaves the house.

Astarion laughs briefly and you push him away.

"Have you lost your mind?" you say. "Stay here?!"

"What's the problem?" the Vampire Lord says.

"You know..."

"I won't do anything to the boy," he says. "I won't manipulate you or him, if that's what you're afraid of, nor show my cruelest face," he approaches again and caresses your face with the back of his cold fingers. "And I won't try to get closer to him."

"He doesn't want you here..."

"He doesn't have to want to, love," he says seriously, holding your face in his hands. "He's a child, we're his parents and we want to spend some time together, not too long since I can't let the rats run wild."

You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

"Let me have the pleasure of having you by my side, having you as my wife..."

"No consort?" you ask suspiciously and Astarion opens a wide smile.

"Regardless of the word used, love, my consort, woman, wife... In all of them, you are mine and will be..."

"Until I'm covered in wrinkles" you say, taking his hands and removing them from his face.

Astarion's jaw muscle twitches, his gaze sinks into shadows.

"There is a way to make sure you never grow old," he says and you shake your head.

"I will not become your spawn" you say.

"You won't be a simple spawn" he says and you look at him reprimandingly.

"We already had this conversation" you say and he nods.

"Well, whatever," he says. "So I have to make it counts now", he gives you a long kiss on the cheek. "And put another child inside you"

"What?" you laugh nervously and look at him, to your surprise he isn't laughing. "Really?"

"How many do you think we can make?" he asks, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"No... I don't think we should..."

"Why not? Look at our beautiful Astarion II," he says. "Some brothers or sisters would be great for him."

"Astarion" you say laughing and he hugs you, hiding his face in your neck.

"You are the only one in my cold heart" he says. "The one I chose to have my prole... The only one I can have the privilege of saying I love."

You close your eyes, giving in to the hug, you know that he could be manipulating, using your feelings against you, but something deep down tells you that it's not the ascended vampire speaking, but rather the one you love deeply.

"We can play house for a while" you say and he nods. "Now, regarding another child... We have to talk."

He laughs and looks at you, your noses touching.

"Okay," he says. "Wife."

You laugh and kiss him, both of you with a smile on your face. You know that this moment, that the days to come would just be a fantasy, a dream, with an expiration date, but you could dive into that dream and live an imagined life with the one you love and would always love.

#astarion x tav #astarion #baldurs gate #baldur's gate 3 #astarion bg3 #smut #oneshot #fanfic #astarion ancunin #astarion art #bg3 #bg3 astarion

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An eternal bond pt.2

Part 1 👇

Fandom: Baldurs Gate 3

Pairing: Astarion/F!Reader

Rating: 16+

Summary:

Continuation of the one-shot An eternal bond.

In this story we see a little more of your pregnancy where you carry Astarion's baby, after his ascension.

From memories of a hot bath, to the vampire's troubled mind, separation and reunion after years apart.

Notes:

If you liked the first one, give a chance to this one. :D

warnings: mature content, unprotected sex, pregnancy, a lot of angst, fluffly?, bittersweet, labor, murder mind.

P.S: English is not my first language, I apologize in advance if I make any mistakes.

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As much as you wanted to deny it, the luxury of Astarion's palace was undoubtedly very good, even if you were restricted to the room with Scratch and the cub, even though the boredom was sometimes so great that you felt like running away... But, the luxury prison would soon disappear from your life, after all, your strength was regained, your baby was well and strong, growing, and you already knew very well how to deal with a pregnancy that was somewhat different than the usual one.

Sometimes he kicked nonstop, moved a lot during the night which always led you to take a hot bath while singing songs to make him calm down, and that night was one of those nights.

Sitting in the bathtub with your back against the edge, you hum a lullaby while caressing your rounded belly. The baby liked that, the hot bath, the cuddles and the song, which made you happy.

“Gods, don't you ever get out of the bathtub?” Astarion says standing at the bathroom door and you look towards him, surprised to see him covered in blood.

“What happened?” you ask.

“Nothing much, just a spawn that was being a bit...” he says, approaching while opening his red jacket embroidered with golden peacocks. “Rebel. So, he had to be used as an example for the others...”

“I don't want to know details,” you say, covering your belly with your arms and the baby father's red eyes hover over there. “He is calming down now, hearing one of your cruelties will not be beneficial.”

Astarion raises his eyebrows and clicks his tongue in an irritated manner.

“I imagine,” he says, taking off his leather boots. “Our little one should not be exposed to violence and in this,” he turns to you as he pulls down his pants, leaving him completely naked. “I completely agree, my dear.”

You look straight at Astarion's flaccid member, it didn't do any justice to its glorious form when hard.

“And what makes you think I'm going to allow you to come in here?” you ask, looking at him from under your eyelashes and Astarion gives a slight seductive smile, one that makes all your organs melt.

“I don't need your permission, my dear” he says, walking towards you, climbing the three steps to reach the edge of the large bathtub. “I command here.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off you as he bends down and sits right in front of you.

“Besides, I must enjoy your company and our little devil while I can, after all, I don't know how long I'll have you here” he says, running his wet hands through his white hair, combing the curls back.

You swallow dryly as you see his gaze staring into nothing, his face and hair still stained with the rebellious spawn's blood. You take a deep breath and take a bowl, fill it with water and approach Astarion who looks at you from the corner of his eye with a suggestive smile on his beautiful lips.

“Turn around” you say and he lets out a low laugh, turning his back to you.

You fill the bowl with water and then wet the white curls, causing the blood that painted it red to run down Astarion's shoulders and back. You take the scented soap and soap your hands and then start massaging the vampire's hair, who lets out a kind of hoarse purr of pleasure and leans his head back further.

You smile and slide your hands over the back of his neck, massaging the area and you can feel him smile, you slide your hands to his broad shoulders, massaging there and Astarion lets out a groan and leans back, resting his back against you,supporting his head on your shoulder and turns his face touching his nose to your jaw.

“This way I'm going to keep you here forever” he says in a sensual purr and you give a small sideways smile.

“You can try” you respond in a light tone of voice, but without hiding the threat.

Astarion laughs and then brushes his cold lips against your skin and you arch your eyebrow and push him forward. He protests, but you refill the bowl with water and begin rinsing his pale hair until there is no trace of suds or blood left.

“Okay, clean now, you can leave” you say, moving away and leaning your back against the edge of the bathtub.

The Vampire Lord looks at you over his shoulder, a vile, sensual smile on the corner of his handsome lips. He turns to you and crawls towards you.

“My intentions go beyond leaving my beautiful body clean again” he says, reaching your knees that were together and holding your thighs with his cold hands, squeezing them lightly and placing a kiss on each knee.

“I thought we agreed we weren't going to do this anymore” you say as he slowly separates your knees.

“Yes, after we had sex seven times” he says, kissing the inside of your thigh.

You feel your body heat up, your skin and nipples rise, your breasts begin to feel heavy and your breathing becomes unregulated, but most importantly, the baby had become quiet since Astarion's presence in the bathtub.

“And I'm not even counting the repeated times” he says in a low, hoarse voice, his mouth approaches your belly, gives a cold, long kiss there and moves up between your breasts, bringing his body closer to yours.

You sigh deeply, taking your hands to Astarion's shoulders, whose cold kisses go up to your neck and you turn your face away. The vampire gently takes your earlobe between his teeth and licks it.

“Even if you want to deny it, my love,” he says opening a wide smile. “You are mine; you will always be mine...”

The weight of his body against yours, his breath on your neck, his smell... You want to resist, but you can't, you grab his face between your hands and give him a kiss that borders on desperation, reciprocated in the same intensity way by the man who slides his hand down your right thigh, lifting your leg, making you place your foot on his back.

Yes, you wanted to deny it, completely, you told yourself over and over again, you ran away, but you couldn't deny the desire for him, the desire to be his.

***

Astarion was sitting in a luxurious dark wooden chair with red velvet upholstery, behind him the huge window that overlooked Baldurs Gate and the large, full, blue moon in the sky. The bluish light enters through the large window and illuminates the dark room, illuminating the woman lying on the bed dressed in his own simple white tunic.

The Vampire Lord's eyes shine like burning rubies with his face partially hidden in darkness, his hand resting on his jaw and his fingers covering his mouth. He watches her sleep, so beautiful, so serene, so... Vulnerable.

He gets up from the chair and slowly approaches the bed, his eyes never leaving his prey for a second. Astarion stops at the side of the bed, tilts his head to the side like a true predator analyzing its prey. He could seize the opportunity, could sink his teeth into her soft, fragrant skin and suck the last hour of her life away.

The only thought about this was so powerful in his mind that he reached out his claw-shaped hand towards her neck, but the woman moved on the bed, lying with her back against the mattress, her face facing the other side and the Lord's red eyes go to the belly marked in the fabric of the tunic.

The child had grown well, so much so that since the day the mother arrived there, her belly had almost doubled in size... He had to admit that listening to the rapid heartbeat of that insignificantly sized being was a delight and if he killed his mother, even if he transformed her to bind she to him forever, the child would not be able to survive and would die in the womb.

Astarion obscured the growls and grunts of the two animals that were hers, his eyes seeing that they were in an attack position, ready to defend their master to the death, but with just one threatening look the two lay down surrendered.

He looks at her again, at her beautiful face, something inside him seemed to scream, scratch a wall begging for her, to abandon everything and be with her, but Astarion had already come very far in his conquests, with his powers, he wouldn't give up everything for no one.

You had noticed him approaching that night, you felt his cold and murderous gaze on your skin, you knew you ended up barely staying alive and after he left the room to solve problems related to the new rebellious spawns, you saw the opportunity to scape, you grabbed your things and supplements and leave with your two companions.

On the way to your freedom you heard screams of pain and terror, but you didn't want to approach the place and find out, or what, Astarion was doing with his new spanws. You knew you couldn't stop walking until you left Baldurs Gate, you knew you had to keep going as long as you could and like that until the sun came up.

Astarion didn't show up, he didn't follow you, he didn't do anything, maybe he hated you more than anything, but it didn't matter, what mattered was that you were okay and needed to find a home for yourself, your son and your animals.

You searched for months, but villages and towns didn't seem safe, until one day while making your way through an isolated forest you found an abandoned hut filled with ravines in the middle of a clearing. It wasn't the best place, but a village was a few minutes away, you could survive on agriculture and have farm animals, the house definitely needed renovation, but nothing you couldn't do yourself.

There were difficult weeks, storms, scorching suns and hard work, with the little money you had left managed to hire a carpenter who helped with the final renovations and even had the good heart to make the crib and furniture for the baby's room at no cost.

And it was just in time for everything to be ready for you to go into labor, alone, sitting on the floor of the house's small kitchen, with a storm of lightning and thunder outside, the only ones with you were Scratch and the cub, who watch yours suffering with pain. Hours of excruciating pain, contractions, fear, exhaustion... but it was all worth it when your little boy was born and you picked him up, you quickly tied and cut the umbilical cord and wrapped him in a warm cloth placing him against your chest. You managed to expel the placenta without difficulty and to your surprise the owl bear cub ate it, and even looked at you with pride after the act, which made you laugh even in the midst of the postpartum pain.

You looked at the blood-stained baby in your arms, calm, peaceful, his eyes had just opened and swollen in a dark bluish tone, and his hair... Well, the few he had were almost transparent, white, like his father's.

You hadn't thought of a name amidst all the turbulent chaos during the pregnancy, but, looking at the healthy boy in your arms who soon began to breastfeed, you had no doubt what his name would be:

“Welcome home, Astarion.”

You say with a sweet smile on your lips and tears falling down your sweaty and flushed face, your animal companions slowly approached to watch the little dhampir that grabbed your finger while sucking hungrily.

A small miracle from the darkness.

***

Your son had turned seven years old, a happy, energetic, sometimes chaotic boy, who already understood that he was not like other children and had been instructed from an early age to keep his race a secret, for his own sake and to prevent this spread information. Not that his father didn't know where they were, Astarion was there a few years ago, when the little one was just two and a half years old. He didn't get closer, he didn't try to make contact, he just stood looking from afar and sometimes when you close your eyes you can see the scene of him standing at the edge of the clearing, his hand partially stretched towards you and the boy, the pained look he wanted shout I love you, no matter how much you doubt it.

Since then, all you received from the Ascended Vampire Lord was money, a lot of money, which wasn't bad, quite the contrary, you managed to make improvements to your home, your property, even hire employees to take care of your few plantations that they helped support the household. Everything was going well, but not everything.

Your son, Astarion, was starting to show signs that he wasn't comfortable drinking your blood, which he had been doing since the little fangs grew in his gums. Every time you offered him your wrist to take, the boy looked at you with remorse, guilt, until there was no other alternative than to teach him how to hunt animals to satisfy his thirst for blood.

Always in the company of the big owl bear and old Scratch, Astarion quickly learned to hunt, so much so that at the age of 10 you no longer had to worry about him going alone, because in addition, you made sure to train him from an early age with weapons, bows, hand-to-hand combat and he was an excellent student.

He was fine, the "vegetarian" diet was doing him good, human food was also satisfying him more, and that was what mattered.

“What's he like?” Astarion asks while eating at the dinner table.

It wasn't the first time he asked about his father.

“You look like him,” you say. “In fact, it's almost a perfect copy.”

“Why almost?” the boy asks with his mouth full and you laugh.

“Your skin color is like mine, the color of your eyes too, but the rest... It's totally him.”

Astarion raises his pale eyebrows and nods.

“And you loved him?” he asks with a childish innocence that breaks your heart.

“Yes.”

“And he loved you?” the boy's eyes shine with expectation, one that you need to break, unfortunately.

“One day, yes, but I'm not sure,” you respond, making the sparkle in your son's eyes gradually disappear and he looks at the plate, chewing slowly. “But what matters is that he gave me my greatest treasure.”

He looks at you, eyes shining again.

“Me?” he asks and you smile widely, get up from the chair and go to the boy, grab his face between your hands and give him several kisses on the face, making him laugh, you turn his face to yours.

“Absolutely, you.”

Astarion opens a wide smile and hugs you, filling your face with kisses and jumping into your lap, making you laugh and hug him tightly.

You never regretted your choice to leave the castle that night, not when your son is your most beautiful and purest existence in this world.

The boy had gone to sleep and you took the opportunity to take care of the dirty dishes and cleaning the kitchen and then you would take a well-deserved bath after a hard day's work, yes, that was the ideia, until you felt a threatening presence next to you. Outside, you hears the heavy footsteps of the owl bear who makes the security at your priority, you knows that old Scratch is already sleeping next to Astarion, otherwise he would have already barked a warning.

You waste no time, you go to your room and grab two short swords, whatever was out there you were going to kill and make the person regret even thinking for a second that it could threaten you and your child.

You open the front door and go outside, you see the big owl bear standing in an attack position looking at the intruder and when you stop next to the huge animal you get a surprise that you certainly didn't expect.

The woman, who looked completely crazy, wore a thin red dress, tight to her body with beautiful curves, black hair and red eyes that shine in the darkness like liquid fire, and her pale skin betrays that this woman is not a totally living being.

“What do you want?” you ask threateningly.

“Your head” the woman replies.

“Mommy?” Astarion says at the door of the house, sleepy and wearing pajamas, old Scratch beside him. “What is happening?”

“Go inside, now” you order without taking your eyes off the enemy.

“Ah, the one I came to look for” the vampire says, looking at your son with eyes filled with madness.

“Inside now, Astarion!” you scream again.

“But I want to see you hit her!” the boy retorts.

The vampire laughs at the boy's speech.

“She won't even be able to get close to me” she says looking at you who gives you a mocking smile.

“For a little dog on a leash, you're being quite bold” you say and the vampire shows her teeth, getting into an attack position. “Bear, protect Astarion and the house.”

The great animal obeys your command.

The bloodthirsty vampire puts out claws, they look like blades and advances against you, your magic flows through your body and through the blades, an energy that has not passed through your body for many years, you smile at the sensation and receive the blow from the rival. No problem, you soon retaliate and she is surprised by your skill, you begin an arduous fight with exchanges of blows, sparks fly through the air due to the meeting of the steel of your swords with the opponent's claws.

“Get her, mom!” Astarion shouts motivating her.

The opponent takes a swing to move away from you, away, she looks at you panting, teeth exposed, furious look.

“You are not worthy!” she shouts and you raise your eyebrow. “I will take your head off, take it to my master and take his heir to home!”

You give a small smile.

“Dream on” you say, sticking the tips of your swords into the ground, which for the vampire was a good opportunity, but it was nothing more than a trap when she advanced against you again with claws and teeth ready to tear your flesh.

Her mistake.

You conjure a huge ball of fire, cast the spell and throw it at the creature that had no chance if it even touched you and turned into a piece of burning coal on the ground.

“Wow...” your son says impressed.

You take your swords back and when you were about to turn around to go back to your house you see another vampire, a man with a human and common appearance if it weren't for the features that betrayed his true nature. He is standing at the edge of the clearing, mouth open as he holds a large bag of what you know to be gold, in fact, you recognize the vampire: Alec, Astarion's most faithful spawn and responsible for watching over you and your son.

“Tell your Master that we are leaving and that he will never find us again” you say and Alex lowers his head as a sign. He soon disappears into the darkness.

You then run towards your house, towards your son.

“Quickly, let's pack our things!” you say and the boy quickly enters, pulling Scratch with him.

You don't have time, you pack everything you can quickly, Astarion changes quickly and you also put on your old clothes from your adventure times. You blow out the candles in the house, placing it in eternal darkness, the next step would be to release the animals and then left as far away as possible.

You walk out the door with your backpacks full and ready to go, but you stop suddenly, your son behind you grabbing your arm.

“Well, not even going to invite me in and you're just going to leave?” Astarion says with a evil smile on his lips.

You swallow hard, pushing your son further behind you protectively.

“We need to talk, love.”

Your heart jumps out of your chest, a doubt between attacking and surrendering, but you have one certainty and that is keeping your son safe.

#fanfic #oneshot #smut #astarion bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion art #astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion

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wickedholl0w · 8 months

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An eternal bond.

Fandom: Baldurs Gate 3

Pairing: Astarion/F!Tav

Rating: 18+, mature, explict

Summary:

After Astarion's ascension, you had one last night together, but you didn't want to be transformed into one of your lover's vampire spawns, causing your relationship to end and after saving Baldurs Gate, you decide to live new adventures, but months after signs of a Pregnancy begins to emerge and you need your ex lover's help.

Notes:

Sooo, we all know that the ascended Astarion is a bad guy, okay? But after reading that he could reproduce, I came to this painful idea of what it would be like, in a subtle way.

warnings: mature content, unprotected sex, unexpected pregnancy, a lot of angst, fluffly?, blood play, bittersweet.

P.S: English is not my first language, I apologize in advance if I make any mistakes.

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Baldurs Gate was safe and sound thanks to you, Faêrun was safe thanks to you and your group. You was a hero now, and even though you had dark choices on you journey you never stopped being one, and that's why you made the hardest choice of your life days before the final battle: ending everything with Astarion.

You loved him, without a doubt, you loved him so much that you felt it in her bones, but after he ascended... Everything changed, that Astarion who loved you so deeply and frantically had become the thing he said he hated, repulsed.

You even accepted at first that he would transform you, you spent one last night making love madly in each other's arms, but when the time came... When you read his mind, when you realized that you would be just another object in the midst of sugar-coated lies, he turned his back, ended everything and just kept minimal contact until the final battle.

You didn't stay long in Baldurs Gate, perhaps because you knew that Astarion's dark plans were now directed at the city, but also because you knew that he was right there in that dark castle in the upper part of the city. You got everything you could need for a journey, a new adventure alongside the owl bear cub and Scratchy.

The beginning was light, common, you passed through places where had already fought, villages being rebuilt, temples being rebuilt, it was good to see that, to see how life would now continue, but, you could see much more than Faêrun, so, you left to a long journey through unknown lands, until something began to change.

The morning sickness began, dizziness, extreme discomfort and nausea, but the most aggravating thing was that now all the food had to be as raw as possible so that it pleased your taste, and the hunger seemed to never end and when you caught a small squirrel, cut his throat and drank his pure blood that your mind finally began to come to terms with what was happening.

Your cycle was actually late, but you ignored the chance of being pregnant, after all, Astarion was a vampire, even if you knew that vampires could reproduce if they were well satisfied... But he had taken a lot of your blood in your last night together.

Becoming aware of what was happening to you at that exact moment made you feel fear, despair, terror... And without thinking twice and with the light of the camp fire illuminating you, you grabbed a knife and were ready to stab yourself in the belly, you would end the existence of that being that was growing inside you and with yourself, if you needed to... But you couldn't.

Your hand wielding the knife began to shake, a tearing pain took your chest as memories with Astarion before his ascension took over your mind... His sweet voice, the kisses, the caresses, the way you loved each other for the first time that day in the clearing, the day he admitted he loved you... The one in your mind was the father of the child now growing in your belly.

Defeated, you dropped the knife in tears, a painful and cruel cry, you placed both hands on your stomach and soon the two animal companions approached after scaring the entire scene. The owl bear cub and Scratchy cuddled together, an attempt to soothe that intense pain.

You ended up falling asleep next to the two of them and the next morning you need to started thinking about what you should do, how you should continue since was now pregnant with a dhampir, what would your diet be like so that both you and he were satisfied? How could you fight without worrying about the child? How would you raise him?

You didn't have the answers and so, for that reason alone, you decided to get to where you are, to the door of Astarion's huge palace, your child's father... You thought he should know about the child and that he could help. A foolish and innocent idea, you knew that might end up having a fight with him, or he would kill you, but for the sake of the little seed that blossomed in your womb, you would try.

When you enter the palace you see that some things have changed, but everything is still just cold, cold and terrifying like the last time you were here. You stops in the middle of the huge hall looking around, you doesn't see anything, doesn't see anyone... Did he already have vampire spawns?

“Astarion? “ you call and your animal companions join you closer, afraid.

“Well, well, well,” his voice echoes through the space like an echo leaving you on alert, you don't see him, but you know he's here. “Look who knocks on my door, the ungrateful one.”

“I didn't come to play your games.” you say discreetly, placing your left hand on your stomach under the dusty cloak that covers you.

“Then why did you come? Regreted?” he says and feels like he’s closer. “Well, it's a shame, my dear... I won't change you even if you beg me...”

Quicker than you can think, you turn back with a dagger in hand and place the blade at Astarion's throat who looks down at you, as if you were an insect to be crushed by the expensive boots he wears.

He gives a vile smile and your animals become agitated, growl and leave their feathers and fur up, and in an attack position.

“You look terrible,” he says mockingly.

He grabs your wrist tightly, making you moan in pain and pulls the blade away from his throat, you try to stop him, but he's strong, much stronger than the last time you saw him.

You let go of the dagger that falls to the floor, Scratchy barks and you look at the now useless weapon on the floor.

With an absurd speed, Astarion grabs your neck forcing you to look at him, you grab his wrist with your calloused hands and look into his eyes, widening yours, the air almost no longer reaches your lungs.

“That's very audacious of you,” he says. “What should I do with you?”

He brings his face closer to yours and all you can say without voice is please, in a way so low that only he himself could hear.

“Do you want me to have mercy? Why? To you ho turned your back on me?...” he got closer and you tried to breathe, however, he stopped squeezing your neck.

The blood-red eyes widen after his nostrils flare, his gaze is trembling, he raised eyebrows wrinkle the forehead. You take advantage of the moment and move away from him quickly, and he remains still and when you bend over, placing your hands on your knees and pulling the air forcefully into your lungs, your animals come to your side in an attempt to protect you.

“There's something different,” Astarion says and you look at him, still trying to catch your breath. “You...”

“I'm pregnant,” you say, still panting and Astarion's well-shaped lips part. “And yes... It's yours.”

His eyes dance over you, looking you up and down.

“Mine?...”

“Yes” you say, resuming your posture. “And that's why I'm here. I need help to know how to deal with... Him, or her.”

Astarion says nothing, not a single word, he remains motionless, looking lost, completely in shock.

“Just tell me what I should do, what I should eat and how I will raise it...”

As you speak he approaches, eyes glazed over the area of your belly.

“That's all I...” you see him kneeling in front of you. “Astarion?”

The ascended vampire opens your cloak, taking in the view of your belly. He takes his cold hands to you tunic and opens the buttons until your swollen belly is visible.

“My gods” he says in a whisper and puts both hands there.

Your body shivers with the cold and familiar touch, but you is also alert, rigid.

Astarion then touches the side of his face there, making you start slightly, you doesn't know how to react, but you looks at him, sees the curls of white hair against your skin, feels the skin of his face against you warm belly and he touches his face against there.

“I can hear…” he says, smiling broadly. “I can hear him.”

You give a shaky smile and take your hands to Astarion's hair, stroking him and he gives a long sigh, closing his eyes.

“I need help,” you say and he turns his face away from you, looking at you. “I'm getting sick, weak... I don't know what to do.”

He looks at your belly again and brushes his fingertips over it and then gives a warm, long kiss.

“I will do whatever I can for our heir” he says with his lips still close to your stomach and turns his gaze upwards, to you.

You nod, you know that he doesn't see you now as anything more than an incubator, so you have to be quick, smart, you need his knowledge and then disappear.

Astarion placed you and your two animal companions in his room, then said that he would do some research and that at that time you could enjoy the luxury of his huge room fit for a king. The solid and dark colors beautified the environment along with the red, the room itself was huge, you could get lost in there. The four-poster bed made of fine red fabrics is gigantic and takes center stage in the dark room lit by torches and candles.

Your animals soon took over a space for themselves, Scratchy lay down on a sofa and the owl bear cub lay down on a pile of fat pillows with thin pillowcases, with fabrics that would no longer be so immaculate.

You explore the room, go to the closet where an exuberant collection of exquisite clothes on golden racks and a huge mirror takes up an entire wall, even though he can't see himself, he liked mirrors, that hadn't changed.

The next room you entered was a luxurious bathroom made of red marble, with a huge bathtub with waterfalls coming down from the mouths of gargoyles. You know you doesn't exactly smell like flowers, so you find the valve to open and fill the bathtub and while you wait for the warm water to fill the container, you find bath salts and scented oils, throw them into the water, which then foams.

You remove your worn boots and dirty clothes, become completely naked and let go of your long hair making it fall over your shoulders and back, your own image reflected in the mirror in front of you draws attention, you had not yet seen your early pregnancy body, and when you sees your once flat and defined swollen belly your blinks your eyes a few times and a silly smile takes over your lips to say the least. You approach the mirror and when you get closer, you look enchanted and bring your hands there, starting to caress the skin and letting out a low laugh, biting your lower lip. It's perfect.

After admiring yourself you go to the three red marble steps that lead to the bathtub and entering the warm water making your skin crawl, without delay you sit down and then hold your breath dipping your head, wetting your hair. Then you begins to wash your body with the help of a natural loofah and scented soap, your washes your hair and after rinsing you decides to stay in the bathtub for a little longer, leaning your back against the edge resting your head and placing your hands your his belly, in a few seconds, sleep weighs down your eyelids and they close, allowing you to sleep after so many sleepless days and nights.

Little by little your eyes open, you feels your skin wrinkled, you must have slept a lot and when you looks to the side sees Astarion sitting on the edge of the bathtub looking at you, which makes you startle.

“Fuck!” you scream. “What are you doing here?!”

“What rude manners, is this how you intend to raise our child?” he says with a charming smile. “And, I finished my studies, I came to tell you what we can do and I didn't find you in the room... When I saw you here, I didn't want to wake you up.”

“And you decided it was better to stare at me sleeping like a maniac” you say, adjusting yourself in the bubble bath, leaving part of your breasts visible, and Astarion looks directly at them.

“Yes,” he responds, looking up at you. “You slept all afternoon, my dear, I had time to finish my research and also recruit people to take care of you.”

“What?” you ask and Astarion gets up, going to a fluffy white towel and opening it, keeping it open in front of him.

“As I'm a vampire I don't have the supplements you need” he says and motions for a towel, motions for you to get out of the bathtub and with a long sigh you obey.

He looks you up and down as you stand on the edge of the bathtub, the water and foam running down your skin, you go down the steps to the floor and he approaches you, wrapping the towel around you, drying you.

“So, what did you do?” you ask as he grabs another towel and starts drying you long hair.

“You'll see” he says, moving away and taking an elegant red silk robe with gold embroidery and putting it on you, but you notice that he hesitates when he reaches your bare shoulder and you notice that his face gets closer.

“No,” you say coldly.

Astarion doesn't answer, he just finishes placing the robe over your shoulders and turns you towards him, closes the piece and ties the silk straps, looks at you belly marked in the fabric and runs the back of his fingers over it.

“Come on” he says, walking away and you follow him back to the room.

You are surprised to see a medium-sized table served with delicious food and next to that table a half-elf whose face is already showing signs of age, he is wearing cook's clothes and next to him are two women, a tiefiling with pink skin and beautiful horns and a dwarf.

“Meet the team that will help you,” he says. “Our cook and his assistants have already cooked a beautiful meal, following the menu I chose.”

“We hope you like it, my Lady” says the cook and you shake your head.

“You don't need to call me Lady” you say and Astarion looks at you with disdain.

“Oh!” he says and you look at him. “They will also provide the feeding of your two irrational friends” you look at Scratchy and the owl bear cub who is already eating in their bowls, which to your surprise are made of silver.

“Thank you” you say and Astarion looks at the three now servants.

“Dismissed,” he says and the three bow to him as they leave the room. “Well, my dear, sit down.”

You go to a chair, pull it out and sit at the table, the food looks good, it doesn't look poisoned. Astarion sits at the other end of the table and settles into the chair.

“Do you want to eat first and talk later?” he asks.

“I can do both” you say, starting to serve yourself and he watches you.

“Well, I've read lots and lots of them in my vast library about dhampirs,” he says. “The answer to your weakness is that our little devil is literally sucking you, even though he doesn't even have a mouth yet,” you look at him while eating the rare, almost raw meat. “And I highly doubt you was taking blood to help his needs.”

“I ate raw meat and killed a squirrel,” you say. “I drank his blood.”

Astarion laughs briefly.

“Honey, this will never be enough for our little one,” he says. “You need blood, real blood.”

You swallow the food, which is undoubtedly delicious.

“Blood of rational beings, you say?”

“Humans, elves, drows, tiefilings, dwarves, half-elves...” he says. “Any of them to satisfy my heir's hunger...”

“He won't be your heir” you say, making him frown instantly. “All I need is to know how he and me are going to be okay at this stage, that's all, and that's why I'm here, because you'd be the only one who could help us...”

“So, if it weren't for that, I would never have known that you would be expecting my child?”

You stay silent and look at the food on your plate.

“And do you believe that I will allow you to take him from me?”

“You don't need to allow anything,” you say, standing up. “You may have given your seed, but you are not the father of my child.

Astarion punches the table causing the dishes and food to jump due to the shock, the action caught the attention of Scratch and the cub, but they remained in the same place.

“You come knocking on my door, you cry out for my help and say this?” he also stands up.

“My son's father is Astarion, yes, but not you.”

You look at him with resentment, remorse and the vampire's gaze disappears, the enraged look on his beautiful face changes to one of painful surprise.

“But that's still me...”

“No, it’s not still you,” you say with a choked voice, eyes burning. “The man I fell in love with, the one I gave everything I had, is not you... It is not the being who became what he hated and disgusted most...”

“Don't you dare...”

“What?” you start to walk around the table. “Don't I dare what? Astarion? To say that you have become exactly like Cazador?”

In the blink of an eye he was in front of you, eyes glowing red, pure anger and fury aimed at you, teeth and canines exposed, but you weren't shaken, you didn't lower your head as you stared at him.

“If you think I'm going to allow you to raise my son, you're very mistaken,” you say. “I don't want you to corrupt him with your cruelty and I know very well, Astarion, that the first opportunity you have to kill me and be with him, you will do it...”

The fury in the bright red eyes had faded and the expression on the beautiful face changed.

“I would never do that to you” he says softly.

“I don't believe a word you say,” you retort and it seems like you hit a stake in the vampire's chest. “I should never have believed you” tears begin to fall down your face. “I should never have loved you...”

An expression of pain invaded Astarion's features.

“Do you think everything we had was a lie?” he asks.

“You tried to manipulate me from the beginning!” you say.

“And my plan failed” he says. “I may have committed sins against you, but the feelings I had were true...”

“Yes, they were, but they aren't anymore,” you say. “If you loved me, you wouldn't have turned your back on me when I didn't agree to transform.”

“And you abandoned me too” he says. “I waited for you.”

“After everything you told me, did you really think I would come back?”

“I had my hopes” he says with a wide, shaky smile. “That you would walk through my door and beg to be transformed, to stay with me, to be my consort, to take everything with our power...”

“Our power never existed,” you say. “You wanted me as a possession, not as an equal, as a companion. So don't blame me for wanting a different life for our son”

A low, disbelieving laugh leaves Astarion's lips, he looks at your belly and an expression of disgust appears on his features.

“Well, good luck, you'll need it” he says, slowly moving away and then disappearing into the darkness of the room.

Your heart is heavy in your chest, broken, shattered again and all you can do is cry, holding one hand over your mouth while the other rests on your belly. Gods, why did you still have to love him? Why didn't you remove that love from your heart? Why did you have to create an eternal bond between them?

You're lying in bed, your animals sleep together on the pile of pillows, but you can't sleep, even though you have all the comfort of the huge bed hugging you, your eyes don't feel heavy, your mind doesn't go blank, the discussion from earlier returning every minute reminding you that it had been a bad idea to seek Astarion's help.

“Can't sleep?” his voice echoes through the room and you sit on the bed looking around.

“I thought we were done with our conversation” you say and he emerges from a dark corner into the candlelight, in his hands a golden jar and a large crystal glass.

“We're done, I came for... Your son,” he says, approaching. “You've already fed, now it's his turn.”

You look at the jar with wide eyes, there can only be one specific thing in there and the thought turns your stomach.

“Remember that you need to drink it” Astarion says, filling the crystal cup with the red liquid, with the essence of a life that had certainly been taken.

“Whose blood is this?” you ask as he offers you the glass.

“I don't know, my spawn who went to get it,” he answers without the slightest remorse or regret. “Now come on, drink.”

You swallow the nausea and disgust, take the glass with both hands and place it in front of your mouth, the pungent and iron smell of blood invades your nostrils and quickly the disgust turns into desire. You turn the cup into your mouth and begin to drink the blood, long and slow sips, your body seems to light up and something like internal tickling begins in your womb. You finish the cup and looks at Astarion, who arches his pale eyebrow.

“Give me that jar” you say, handing him the cup and he hands you the jar.

You begin to drink the blood straight from the jar, taking desperate sips and sips, turning the object over as if more blood would fit into your mouth, but the liquid starts to run down the corners of your mouth, down your chin, neck and now your chest, making dirty the partially open robe that left the curve of your breasts exposed.

When the blood in the jar runs out, you can still send your hand inside, scraping the walls, collecting more of the liquid and bringing your hand to your mouth, licking your fingers and palm. You hear a laugh coming from Astarion and look at him.

“What a mess, my dear” he says, approaching, placing one knee on the mattress and removing the jar from your hands, and even though you tries to take it back, he doesn't allow it, placing it next to the glass on the bedside table.

“He wants more” you say in a voice that doesn't sound like yours, as if another hungry personality took over your body.

“But it could hurt his mother's stomach” says Astarion, taking your face in his hands and you look at him. “Ah... Look at those pupils, so dilated...” he brushes his thumbs over the blood that smears his face. “You look even more beautiful covered in blood.”

You part your blood-stained lips and he bends down there, licking your mouth.

“But you made a beautiful mess” he says, whispering and smiling broadly.

Your heart flutters in your chest, having him so close... The desire that grows for him from between your legs to your bones and mind is taking you over.

“Should I clean it?” He asks, brushing the tip of his nose against yours.

“Yes...” you respond softly, as if afraid of him hearing.

Astarion gives you a wide smile and gives a light kiss on the corner of your mouth, and goes down to your neck where his cold tongue begins to glide over the dripping blood, licking every millimeter and going down to the chest, opening the robe and revealing your body.

The vampire's greedy tongue slides along the path of a drop of blood that stopped just before your navel and when it gets there he places a kiss on your belly and lets out a low laugh, you know it's because he smelled your arousal, your excitement.

“Sweetheart” he says and looks up at you. “You want something more than blood, I suppose?”

He stands up and you swallow hard, it's impossible to lie about your desire at the moment.

“And do you want something similar?” you ask, tilting your head to the side and resting your body weight on your hands on the mattress.

Astarion smiles wide, his red eyes shining full of lust and passion.

“I dreamed of the day I would be inside you again” he says, taking off his immaculate tunic and revealing his beautiful defined pale body, then the pants followed the same path as the first piece and now he was naked, beautifully naked and with his erection It already lasts.

He massages the length of his member while you finish removing your robe and position yourself on the bed. Astarion gets on the mattress and crawls between your open legs, he bends down and kisses your swollen belly.

“First of all, I want you to know that nothing we talked about has changed,” you say and he hesitates for a moment. “I will still leave after my strength is recovered.”

“I know,” he says, placing a kiss on your belly again and moving down to the middle of your legs. “Now I just want you.

He tells you to then lick the entire length of your wet sex, making you moan a sigh, it would have been dangerous to leave someone with such sharp fangs close by, but Astarion knew how to give you pleasure without hurting you, how to suck you, licking you without causing even a cut and at the moment you had to admit... The feeling of his mouth, cold, against your hot and wet sex was unique and you missed the feeling.

You moan softly and take one of your hands to the pale curls of his hair, grabbing the strands and pulling as he pleasures you, he sucks your clit and licks your sex, penetrates you with his tongue, fucking you with it and you roll your waist against his mouth.

Pleasure takes over your entire body, hot sweat begins to flow through your pores and drip onto your skin, the peak is near, you can feel your entire body giving you warnings, but your bed partner liked to tease you, make you beg for orgasm and he soon moved his mouth away from your sex, leaving you frustrated to say the least, but seeing him looking at you from between your legs, his curls falling over his forehead, his eyes full of desire, his mouth smeared with your wetness and swollen... He was so beautiful.

You bring your hand to his face, caressing it there and Astarion closes his eyes, kneels between your legs and holds your hand against his face, rubbing it against the palm and placing a kiss there.

“How I missed your taste,” he says between kisses. “Your smell... The touch of your skin.”

He opens his red eyes and looks at you guiltily.

“I miss you too” you say with tears filling your eyes.

Yes, you miss him, but you won't be able to be with him and you both know that.

Astarion gives a brief nasal laugh and leans over you, supporting the weight of his body on his hands and bends down to your mouth, giving you a kiss, the taste is irony due to the blood you both tasted just now, but it's his kiss, his tongue slowly dancing against yours, in no hurry, with no end in sight, deep and full of confused and troubled feelings on both of your sides, which makes the tears contained in your eyes flow down to the pillow below your head.

You break the kiss by taking your hands to his back, you feel the scars against your fingers and he tenses his back slightly, but he doesn't order you to move them away, he just puts your forehead against his while he takes one of his hands to his hard penis, positioning it in your soaked entrance and slowly penetrated, causing an expression of pleasure to appear on your face.

He kisses you again as he starts to move slowly and deeply, he doesn't take his mouth away from yours, he just holds your chin with his hand as he increases the pace of his thrusts, but you almost can't breathe, so you move your lips away from his and the hugs him, keeping your gaze against his, your noses brushing with each thrust. You intertwine his hips with your legs, a signal to go faster, harder, he knows how to read you completely and obeys the silent request.

You moan louder and louder, your nails dig into the skin of his back, the sound of your sweaty skin slapping against each other fills the entire huge room as do your moans and brief screams of pleasure. He holds your face, turning it to the side and places his mouth against there, teeth exposed, he is thirsty to bite you, but you know he won't do it without your permission.

His name comes out in a moaning scream through your lips as the pleasure becomes more intense, making you arch your back off the mattress, bringing your body closer against his. Astarion takes the opportunity, passing his arms under your back and gets on his knees, pulling you against him, making you sit on him. You hold his sweaty face between your hands and kiss him again as you begin to roll over his lap with him fully inside you.

His cold hands slide down your sweaty back and between the strands of your long hair that stick to the sweat, they go down to your ass, squeezing it hard and he gives you a hard slap that makes you moan against his mouth and increase his pace.

Stars begin to appear in front of your vision, tremors begin to take over your bones and muscles and the orgasm arrives, simple but powerful and deep, causing your vision to go completely white as you moan and scream his name as he sinks his face against your chest holding you tightly against him as your inner walls contract tightly against his cock that spends his semen inside you.

Slowly, Astarion lays you on the bed even with you clinging to him with him still inside you. He kisses your hot, flushed face, your body is completely limp, you can't think about moving, all you can do is take your hands to his face and look into his red eyes. The vampire's white curls fall over his forehead and he gives a small smile.

He withdraws from inside you and lies down next to you, he supports the weight of his body on one elbow while he admires you in silence, his free hand goes to your face and his fingers stroke it with affection and then that same hand goes down to your belly and rests there, his gaze seems dull when he says:

“Do what you think is the best for him.”

You give a small, tired smile and lift the back of your fingers from his face and Astarion looks at you, puts a kiss on your fingers and in that moment you can see that there could still be that same Astarion you fell in love with, even if very deep down of this ascended and cruel vampire, your love was locked there.

She left as soon as her strength was recovered, without saying a single word, without looking back, she left while Astarion was busy with his new spawns, all that was left in the room were some feathers from the owlbear cub and the smell of the mother of his son... From the one who was the first and only person he cared about in 200 years of existence.

Astarion didn't bother going after her, no, he wouldn't, he wouldn't crawl begging for that being to return with his heir, she had left and it was already done, now, he busied himself with his plan to put Baldrus Gate under her power, creating his legion of offspring who blindly obeyed his commands, they would take that city and soon he would take all of Faêrun, so far everything was going well after two years of execution, it was not long before he sat on his throne and gave orders to his dark legion of the night .

However, something made him change his focus... His most obedient, most promising spawn, had been sent on a mission and that mission was to find the whereabouts of his son's mother and she had been found. Just the information should have been enough, knowing that his heir was well, enough... But an urgency to at least see his face took over his being and he left for the remote place in Faêrun.

A clearing in the middle of the forest, green and flowering grass, a simple house with a thatched roof from which smoke came out of the chimney, some farmed animals in enclosures.

Hidden in the shadows of the forest, Astarion watches the little boy with curly white hair playing in the mud puddles with Scratch and the now almost adult owlbear on his heels. The boy looked like him, but he wasn't pale, his skin was like his mother's and his eyes... His eyes weren't red.

The little one plays and laughs with the dog, the small canines are evident as he laughs while lying in the mud... In the mud, it is outrageous that his heir is having so much fun covered in mud with two pathetic animals playing with him.

"Astarion!" her voice echoes across the clearing and he becomes alert.

How would she know he was there?

He sees her leaving the house, wearing a simple peasant dress with a dirty apron over it, her long hair tied into a braid that fell over her shoulder. She stops in front of the house, hands on her hips and stern gaze looking at her heir.

“You two had to keep an eye on him, not make him dirty!” she says, walking towards her son who laughs, laying down in the mud.

When she approaches, his dead heart appears to tighten in his chest, she is even more beautiful than the day he lost her.

“Mud, mommy!” the boy says and she smiles widely and crouches down to him.

“Yes, I saw it, dear,” she says. “But it's lunch time, so let's take a bath before eating,” the boy pouts and crosses his little arms over his chest. She laughs and takes him in her arms even though he is getting mud and kisses him on the face, making the little boy laugh. “Without making a face, Astarion!”

Surprise takes Astarion at that moment, she had named the boy after him.

She walks back to the house followed by the two animals and Astarion's legs move on their own trying to follow her, making him come out of hiding. She stops and then turns partially towards him as Astarion, her son, tries to jump from her arms to the owlbear.

The Vampire Lord has no reaction, he can't move, a hand tries to reach out to her and the boy, but he retreats. He looks at her with pain, regret and she seems to understand, she also feels it when she sees him.

Astarion looks once again at his son stuck to the feathers of the owl bear, swallows hard and looks at the boy's mother one last time, and this time his look wanted to say something before returning to the shadows of the forest.

I love you.

Part 2 👇

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The four

A/N: OK, I wrote these chapters for my fanfic and I thought it was too good to just leave it in my native language. Again English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

Summary: After a night out the girls Gwyn and Nesta return home where they decide to try something new, but their partners arrive at exactly the right time and Cassian ends up having an idea that took all the peace of Azriel.

Warnings: VERY NSFW, Gwynriel+Nessian foursome.

Total Words: 4062

The girls' night had been a real success with drinking and lots of music and dancing, Gwyn had even sang on stage at Rita's and from the applause she received I knew she had literally rocked it, but she wasn't the main focus of the night, but Morrigan and Emerie who had finally publicly assumed their romance and didn't make a point of hiding the caresses on the dance floor, exchanging kisses and dancing together.

It had undoubtedly been one of the best nights of their lives, even Feyre's, the first night she'd gone out without Rhysand leaving the High Lord in charge of their son. She and Gwyn were on a good friendship, actually a great one and they both wanted to hang out more with each other, or in a group as they were doing and even Amren agreed that this activity was very liberating without having a male sniffing around her every move.

When it was around two in the morning everyone was too drunk to continue and decided to go home. Feyre left Nesta and Gwyn at the House of Wind before she left, and the two friends walked around in each other's arms, laughing drunk and bumping into everything in their path. At one point Gwyn fell and started laughing so hard that she couldn't get up and Nesta, when she went to help her, fell too on top of her and they laughed as tears ran down their face.

With much effort and several bumps and falls, the pair arrived at the main room of the House, the room that had High Lords own some day and now belonged to Nesta and Cassian and was a huge room with a gigantic bed where the two of them threw themselves later after throw the high-heeled sandals to any corner.

They lay next to each other on their backs still laughing.

“Did you see that male's face when you said I was Azriel's mate?” Gwyn said laughing.

“Yea!” replied Nesta. “I thought he was going to piss his pants!”

“He went to the bathroom right after” Gwyn replied turning to her friend who turned to her. “Your makeup is all smudged.”

"Yours is no different," Nesta said. "Aren't you upset that Emerie didn't tell us about the Morrigan?"

Gwyn sighed and leaned her head on her arm.

"No," she said. “I understand they wanted to keep it a secret, especially Morrigan.”

Nesta clicked her tongue.

“I stayed for a while, after all, we never told anyone anything...”

“Besides our mates” they said together and laughed, but soon they calmed down.

It was then that Gwyn noticed Nesta's drunk blue gray gaze over her mouth.

“Have you ever kissed another female?” asked her friend, looking back at Gwyn who raised her eyebrows.

“No... I don't think I ever wanted to” she said lifting her body and supporting her weight on her arm and Nesta did the same, they were too close.

“But were you curious?” asked Nesta and Gwyn gave a small smile.

"I won't say no," she said and Nesta smiled broadly, putting her free hand on Gwyn's arm that rested on the redhead's body.

"Me too," said the female, and Gwyn bit her lower lip.

“Do you think they'll be upset if we try it?” Gwyn asked and Nesta shrugged.

"What eyes don't see..." said the blue-grey-eyed valkyrie.

"The heart doesn't feel," Gwyn added.

Nesta then brought the hand that was sliding over her friend's arm to her face and Gwyn closed her eyes and Nesta's full lips touched hers and it was a different sensation. They were much softer than Azriel's, more delicate and wine-tasting.

They separated and looked into each other's eyes and smiled broadly at each other and Gwyn took her hands to her friend's face who also took hers to the redhead's and they kissed again and this time their tongues entered the other's mouth exchanging slow caresses, the lips sliding over the other's and the kiss deepening a little more.

“What the fuck is this?!” Cassian's voice echoed through the room making them move away quickly and jump sitting on the bed.

Panting and wide-eyed, they both saw their mates standing in the doorway looking at them in a way that would make anyone fall to their knees and ask for forgiveness.

The two Valkyries looked at each other and then back at the Illyrian males, arms crossed, brows furrowed, wings slightly spread.

“We can explain...” Gwyn was saying and Azriel just arched an eyebrow making her shrug her shoulders.

“Of everyone I never thought that Gwyn was a threat to my relationship. Really, Nesta?” Cassian said indignantly.

"Stop crying," Nesta said, getting up still wobbly from the alcohol. “Me and Gwyn were just testing something...”

“With your tongues inside each other's mouths?” Azriel asked, uncrossing his arms and now walking towards Gwyn who was looking at him from under her eyelashes. For Mother's sake, when he got angry it was like lighting a fire inside her.

"We were curious about kissing another female," Gwyn said to her mate, who bent to take her by the arm and pull her out of Nesta and Cassian's bed. “Only that.”

Az raised his eyebrows as he held Gwyn's arm without taking his eyes off her.

"That's no big deal, so stop playing the prude," Nesta said, going to Cassian who looked down to face her. “It was just a little kiss.”

"Oh, honey, that was nothing compared to a little kiss," Cassian said, putting his hand around Nesta's neck and sliding his thumb down her throat. “And did you like it?”

"Cass," Azriel said in warning, pulling Gwyn toward him.

Nesta looked at her and Gwyn bit her lower lip and waved lightly, the result was an angry growl coming from Azriel and he pulled her hard to the rigid body and without meaning to a little moan came out of Gwyn who put her hands on her’s dressed black mate broad chest.

"We like it," Nesta said, looking at Cassian again. “Why all this insecurity? We're best friends, we won't trade you just because we kiss...”

"I think it's enough," Azriel said without taking his eyes off Gwyn, who brought her fingertips to his neck, stroking there slowly. “Tomorrow we'll talk.”

"Wait, Az," Cassian said and everyone looked at him. “This situation gave me a good idea...”

"No," Azriel replied.

“What is?” asked Gwyn and he pulled her closer to him.

"Yeah, hubby," Nesta said with a viper smile and placed her hands on Cass's shoulders. – What is it?”

Cassian gave a wide, mischievous smile, the big hands gliding through Nesta's curves.

“Since you were enjoying it, why don't you continue while we watch?” the general said, and Gwyn's eyes widened and she went red as a pepper.

"No," Azriel replied. “Enough of this conversation. Come on Gwyn.”

He was taking her towards the door when Gwyn broke free of him walking backwards and almost falling, her luck was to fall sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Fine with me," the redhead said and Nesta looked at her in surprise. “What about you, Nesta?”

Azriel growled and frowned, his shadows hiding as he glared at Gwyn.

"Ah..." She looked at Cassian seeing the general's eyes filled with seductive blazing fire and he smiled. “Well, it's fine by me.”

Gwyn's friend went to the bed and climbed on it, kneeling there and the redhead soon followed her, standing in front of her in the same position while Cassian took a chair and sat down.

That night had just gotten even more interesting.

***

Azriel's blood boiled, roared like an erupting volcano, he never thought he'd be jealous of Nesta with Gwyn, but arriving and catching the two of them kissing like that made him completely lose his way in the midst of jealousy, but he had to admitting that seeing his beautiful mate kissing another female had been quite... Good, so much so that he wanted to drag Gwyn to their bedroom and knew he couldn't wait to get there until he got to him to take her violently.

But now he was about to punch Cassian out of his mind for having given the idea to those two now sitting on their knees on the bed opposite each other, their night dresses pulled up and bunched up to their toned thighs.

“Are you going to stand there?” said Cassian with masculine arrogance. “The show is about to start.”

Azriel grunted and huffed and Gwyn looked at him, she was waiting for him to sit down it was clear. Defeated and completely enraged, the shadowsinger grabbed a chair and sat down three feet away from his brother.

"A question," Nesta said. “Are we just kissing on the mouth or... In other places?”

"It's up to you to decide," Cassian said crossing his arms. "Let's just watch." He looked at Azriel who didn't take his eyes off the females.

His leg began to beat non-stop with nervousness, his hands on his knees closed. By the gods, that was no good.

The two females then looked at each other and shrugged, Nesta brought her delicate hands to Gwyn's face and Azriel's mate put hers to the Valkyrie's hip and then...

No, no, no!

Azriel thought as he saw Gwyn kissing Nesta, mouths opening and tongues making contact immediately. Cassian started to laugh.

"Holy shit, this is going to be really good." Azriel's brother put his hands behind his head as he gritted his teeth hard watching the females kiss hungrily.

Gwyn took her hands to Nesta's hairstyle, releasing the valkyrie's hair, it was one of the few seconds when they parted smiling broadly at each other and then kissing again. Then they stood up, their bodies joining them and still getting to their knees, their breasts pressing against each other, the straps of their dresses falling, hands sliding over each other's body, groping their breasts, squeezing their ass and thighs, pulling up the skirts of the dresses.

Cassian shifted in his chair and Azriel glanced at him from the corner of his eye, still sulking, but he could see and smell his brother's arousal.

Would he be mad that his brother is turned on because of his mate was kissing and sliding her hands down Azriel's mate's body? No, he wouldn't, because Azriel himself felt he was going to explode with lust watching those two.

Nesta then lowered her kisses down Gwyn's neck who lifted her face giving her friend more access to that point. Azriel's mate half opened her eyes meeting his gaze and she smiled when Nesta reached her breasts and nibbled Gwyn's nipple through the fabric, their scent invaded Azriel's nostrils and Cassian's growl had reached him too and he knew that the brother was controlling himself as he was listening to the groans of their mates.

The two females got up standing on the bed, Nesta turned her back to Gwyn who opened her gray dress causing it to fall on the feet of the valkyrie who kicked him to the floor and now Nesta was only in a tiny black lace panties and now helped Gwyn taking off the black dress that had also been discarded to the floor and the ginger was now wearing navy blue lace panties.

"Fuck..." said Cassian, who leaned a little to Azriel's side. “You are very well served, my brother.”

Azriel didn't want to smile, but a small smile curved the corner of his lips as Nesta lay back and Gwyn straddled her returning the kiss as Nes ran her’s hands down the redhead's back and over her ass, then up her stomach and breasts while Gwyn he also caressed her breasts.

"You too, brother..." Azriel said, relaxing more in his chair.

Gwyn went down to Nesta's full breasts and licked the hard nipple of her friend who trembled and ran her nails down the back of the redhead who was now sucking her breasts and massaging them.

“Do they know how to suck pussy?” asked Cassian and Azriel shrugged, crossing his arms and smiling proudly at his mate who looked at him with each lick and kiss, just as Nesta moaned looking at Cassian.

The priestess took her hands to Nesta's panties and got on her knees helping her friend to remove the garment and when fully naked, the Archeron grabbed the panties wet by her own moisture and threw it at Cassian who caught it in the air. Az could see his brother shivering grabbing those panties while his mate giggled, but Nesta's giggle turned to a groan as Gwyn licked her soaked sex and then began sucking on them.

She brought her hands to Gwyn's red hair, pulling it as she arched her body forward and looked at Cassian who was shaking so much that the chair he was sitting on creaked and Azriel... He studied his mate sucking Nesta, saw how she held the female thighs, the way she pinned her to the mattress… He laughed. But what a good student Gwyn was.

"Right," said Azriel, standing up and Gwyn stopped to look at him.

Nesta and Cassian also stared at him as he took off his black shirt freeing his torso leaving him naked.

“Will you let me enjoy it alone, Cass?” Said the spymaster now removing his boots and socks and then his pants releasing his throbbing erection and Nesta's discredited gasp was simply epic.

Cassian jumped out of his chair and undressed at record speed and Gwyn looked at him too, raised her eyebrows and then looked at Nesta.

"Fuck," said Nesta, sitting down while Gwyn wiped her sticky mouth without taking her eyes off Azriel, who was heading towards his mate.

“Don't worry” Cassian said getting on his knees behind his mate and making her lie down again. “You know it fits.”

Gwyn extending her arms to Azriel who patted them down and grabbed one of them forcing her to stay in doggystyle and Gwyn groaned with her face again between Nesta's legs.

"Only one thing," said Azriel, standing behind Gwyn, who was shivering and looking over her shoulder at him. “We will command...”

"A question," Nesta said. “Will we be able to switch mates?”

The two amles looked at each other and Azriel pulled Gwyn to him holding her against his body, causing her to look at Cassian.

“Okay for you?” Asked and his mate swallowed hard.

“Are you okay with this, Nes?” she asked and Nesta laughed.

“Are you joking?” she looked up looking at Gwyn who smiled and turned to face Azriel.

“You won't be jealous, will you?” she asked and Azriel growled.

“Love” he said smiling innocently. “I'm already jealous.”

Gwyn opened her mouth and he pushed her back between Nesta's legs keeping her in frame, made her turn her ass towards him and Azriel ripped the panties the female was wearing making her moan.

"Suck it again, now," Azriel ordered and Gwyn shakily obeyed, drawing a moan from Nesta that was soon muffled by Cassian's cock in her mouth.

Azriel and his brother gave a proud male smile and the spymaster bent down behind his mate, separate her buttocks and then licked her wet length causing Gwyn to stop sucking Nesta and moaning.

"I didn't tell you to stop," Azriel growled, making his mate return oral sex on her friend while he himself introduced his tongue into Gwyn, drawing her almost to a scream.

As Azriel devoured his mate, Cassian filled the mouth with his as he massaged her heavy, full breasts, the commander thrust his hips, thrusting his cock deep into Nesta's throat, sometimes he withdrew to let her take a breath amid the moans and then went back to her suck it.

Gwyn's body was shaking as Azriel sucked on her clit, played with his tongue as she did the same with Nesta and soon she noticed that they were both nearing orgasm together and Cassian started to moan louder, his wings trembling and then Gwyn pulled away from Nesta to moan loudly as she came with Azriel sucking her and Nesta came too with Cassian in her mouth as he poured himself down the back of her throat.

"For the Mother…" swore a shaky Gwyn as Azriel walked away from her and leaned over her resting his chin on her beloved's shoulder as they watched Nesta take Cassian's seed until the general take his cock out his his mate’s mouth.

The four were already panting, but by the look the two Illyrians gave them they knew they were far from finished.

“Nesta” Cassian called pulling his mate up and turning her towards him and getting between her legs while Azriel turned Gwyn towards him.

The two males arranged the females so that now Nesta's head was between Gwyn's legs and the redhead was facing her mate who gave her a thirsty, possessive kiss, bringing his scarred hands up to her ass and squeezing there tightly as Gwyn shivered and moaned in his arms.

Cassian pumped his hand over his already hardened cock and positioned it at the entrance of Nesta who was looking at him and Gwyn's sex.

"Suck her, love," Cassian said, leaning over as he penetrated Nesta, drawing a pleasurable moan from her.

Gwyn stopped kissing Azriel and looked over her shoulder at the couple of friends and then looked at Az who just with a look down ordered her to suck him at that moment and she obeyed, without taking her eyes off his lowered her body. She held Azriel's cock and licked his head slowly and clasped her hand around it as Nesta and Cassian together began to suck her core.

“Holy shit...” cursed Gwyn and Azriel smiled satisfied as she started to suck him hard while being sucked by two people at the same time, but soon Cassian stopped getting erect on his knees holding Nesta's hips as he now thrust his hips slowly against hers.

Azriel rolled his eyes and took one of his hands to his lover's hair, holding it tightly, he didn't fit all in Gwyn's mouth, so much so that she had to work with her hand and mouth together, but it was very good, he could reach the back of her throat with no problems.

“Cassian!” groaned Nesta when Azriel's brother was rougher and Gwyn groaned when Nesta stopped pleasuring her.

"Enough," said Azriel, taking his cock out of Gwyn's mouth, and she looked at him, totally drunk with pleasure. "Cass," he called and his brother looked at him and nodded, pulling away from Nesta.

Azriel got down on the bed and turned Gwyn onto her back so that her feet on the floor and her torso on the mattress and Cassian did the same to Nesta.

The four were now face to face and the two males penetrated their mates at once making them scream in pleasure. Nesta swore at her mate who leaned over and gave her a lingering kiss as he thrust into her hard.

But Azriel, he didn't move while he was inside Gwyn, not now. He took her hands tying them behind her back, holding them with one hand of his and leaned over Gwyn holding her hair and pulling her back making her look up and watch Nesta get fucked by Cassian.

“Do you like to watch?” He asked in the ear of Gwyn that rolled his eyes and licked his reddened and swollen lips. “Do you?”

Nesta screamed with pleasure again grabbing the sheets and looked at Gwyn that Azriel licked her neck and then his free hand went between his mate's legs and with two fingers he began to massage her clit, and Gwyn moaned and if it wasn't for the bed holding her she would have fallen to her knees.

"I…" she gave a thin groan. “I like...”

Azriel grinned and looked at Cassian who smiled too. The spymaster moved away from his mate, standing erect behind her and began to forcefully make her scream with pleasure, just like Nesta, she couldn't say who was moaning louder, it was a good competition, but both had tears escaping from their eyes, they were sweating and their bodies were scarred by bites and hickeys from mates who moaned and growled with pleasure in their ears.

He heard one calling to the other, Nesta understanding the hand for Gwyn to take it, but the redhead's arms were tied.

“Fuck” Cassian roared as he came again and Nesta screamed with pleasure having an orgasm with her mate while Azriel was still far from reaching the peak, unlike his mate whose inner walls squeezed him.

Her moans and breathing went totally ragged and her body shook uncontrollably as she climaxed, squeezing Azriel's cock so hard it made him come with her making him fall onto her back. He pressed his forehead to the side of her head and she turned her face slightly towards him with her eyes closed.

Cassian was leaning over Nesta, the weight of his huge body supported on the hands that led the trembling and sweaty body of his mate.

Azriel placed kisses on Gwyn's hot, sweaty face, released her hands, which then slipped through the sheet and one of them went to the back of his neck, stroking there.

"I can't feel my legs," she said softly to him and Azriel laughed as did Cassian and Nesta.

"There are two of us," Nesta replied.

"Too bad," Azriel said mockingly, pulling away from Gwyn, causing some of his seed to flow out.

Cassian did the same with Nesta and soon the two of them laid their mates on the bed, making them stand with their heads next to each other and the two males didn't take long to snatch the sexes of their mates who groaned in response. As they were still ecstatic from the orgasm they would go slowly and when they both looked at their mates faces they were kissing again slowly, tongues dancing sensually and that sight was enough to make them hard again.

Azriel and Cassian climbed up to their faces and didn't make them stop, they just joined them in a group kiss, at one point Azriel was kissing Nesta, at another moment Cassian was kissing Gwyn and soon the four of them were kissing, barely they could tell which tongue was whose tongue, which mouth bit or sucked.

Soon they were back in their mateships, this time more calmly, but soon the movements became wild, sweat trickling down Azriel's back causing the scratches that Gwyn had given there to sting, the sound of his and Cassian's skin slapping against each other females were so loud that it mingled with the moans of the group, until then like a shock wave the pleasure washed over all four of them, drawing moans and screams of pleasure, causing Azriel to see stars in Gwyn's eyes.

When they were done, the two males lay down beside their exhausted mates, as did they. Though shaky and barely in control of her body, Gwyn went to Azriel's chest and lay there, which made him smile chastely and put his arms around her waist and looked at Cassian who was lying on his side with Nesta held in his arms. The female and he looked at Gwyn and Azriel.

"I admit it," Cassian said. “It was the best idea of the night.”

Nesta clicked her tongue and slapped him on the arm and Azriel laughed, Gwyn followed with a weak laugh and turned her face to his chest nuzzling there and giving him a kiss.

“Are you okay?” he asked and Gwyn lifted her face to look at him.

“Ask me tomorrow” she said smiling broadly and he laughed giving her a long kiss.

Az looked back at Cass and Nesta again seeing that they were now asleep.

“Let's go to our room.”

Said the spymaster taking his mate off him. He got up and put on his pants, grabbed her dress and sandals and his other garments, then walked over to Gwyn who only reached out to be caught by the mate who took her and then they walked out of the main room of the House of Wind, and what had happened inside there could never come out.

Never.

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The first kiss.

A/N: I wrote this chapter for a fanfic of mine that is being published and I thought it was so beautiful that I wanted to post it here too. I had to translate to English, so if there are any mistakes I apologize in advance.

Summary: Azriel takes Gwyn for training on an obstacle course in a forest on the outskirts of Ramiel, but there was more to it than the Valkyrie's training, a lake of warm, crystal-clear water that the spymaster asked Feyre to paint. a painting for Gwyn and gave her as a gift. What they both didn't expect was that that night they would have their first kiss.

Total words: 2163

Warnings: medium NSFW.

The sun was already setting and Gwyn could hear the roars of Illyria's beasts waking up, but she trusted Azriel to keep them away, and besides, she was so angry that she hadn't been able to make that path to hell in an hour that it would kill anyone just to take out the anger, even if she was staggering and tired.

The valkyrie braced her hand against a tree and looked ahead, her breath failing but turning fierce when she saw Azriel standing there, wings folded tightly behind him, hands behind, feet spread, shadows dancing around him and a damn smug smile on his face.

“I'll kill you,” she said his smile widened. “I definitely will.”

"Try your luck, Valkyrie," he said in a defiant tone and Gwyn drew strength from her that she didn't know she had.

She unsheathed a dagger and went for Azriel who quickly shifted into battle stance with a dagger in hand and they began a skirmish. Every hit she gave him was parried, as were the ones he gave her. Azriel didn't take it easy on her, had always been during his lessons.

Gwyn grunted and tried to hit him with a punch which amazingly succeeded, he even turned his face away, but her hand hurt badly. Azriel grinned more savagely than anything and quickly fought back and when Gwyn least noticed her back was to the ground, he mounted her with his knee against her chest and the blade of the dagger against her neck.

The valkyrie could hardly breathe and swallowed hard, looking at him with wide eyes as he looked at her in an even calm way and with a smile on his well-designed lips.

"Very well, you hit me, congratulations," he said and Gwyn narrowed her eyes making him laugh. His shadows coming to her and brushing against the cuts on her face. “ You are badly bruised.”

"Your fault," she said through gritted teeth.

“My? Who couldn't make such an easy ride without getting hurt was you” he said mockingly and Gwyn struggled trying to get him off her. “Whoa, whoa, calm down.”

“I'm furious with you.”

“With me? Or with you for not "beating" me?”

"Both," she said, slapping his thigh to get him off her and Azriel did so by getting up. He put the dagger away and held out his hand to Gwyn who snorted having to swallow her pride and took his wrist and he lifted it with a jerk bringing her to her feet.

"Let's talk later how it went," he said. “But now you need to clean up and rest.”

Gwyn put the dagger away and frowned like a child nodded.

"Then let's go home soon," she said.

“I don't think we need to,” he said turning his back and starting to walk.

Confused, she followed him through the trees and little by little a bluish light was emerging and when Azriel stopped and she stood beside him, she almost couldn't breathe at what she saw.

It was the blue lake in the painting that Feyre had given her as a welcome gift.

Much larger than she thought it would be, the water was crystal clear and a thin layer of steam hovered over it, white water lilies floating on the surface, small fireflies dancing through the warm white smoke, among the flowers and flying through the trees from the forest and when Gwyn looked up she saw Ramiel right there, the three stars crowning her.

"I thought you'd like to see it in person," Azriel said and she looked at he making him look at her.

Gwyn smiled and looked at the water, her body shivering under the battle leather and listening to a silent song as if the water called to her.

“I'll give you privacy” he said walking away and turning his back, but he stayed in a visible place.

The beautiful priestess then began to undress from her sweaty, blood-stained training clothes until she was wearing a white bra made of cotton and panties of the same fabric and color, not too small in the back. Gwyn released her sweaty hair and was soon ready to step into the water.

Slowly she put one foot inside the bank feeling the warm temperature and all the hairs on her body stood up and she took a deep breath feeling the pure smell of the water and as if she didn't command her movements she went in, very slowly, in total silence listening just the night bugs and the owls and the sound of the water lapping against your skin.

Gwyn then jumped into the water and her whole being seemed fulfilled, the deeper she went, more part of the water she felt, she could even dance in there and she was so deep that she could touch the sand at the bottom where hot water was welling up. She lay there submerged for long minutes, her red hair dancing along the water as she moved and her skin began to glow. She looked at the surface, seeing from afar the glow of the fireflies and the full blue moon that rose illuminating that clearing and then the priestess decided to emerge swimming with fluid until finally she was back on oxygen.

The ginger looked to the ledge she had come from and saw Azriel sitting there on a rock in silence and watching with his shadows dancing around him and Gwyn grinned at him which he returned with a small smile without showing his teeth. She then swam in strokes until she was close to him, in a place where she could stand up, but still covered her up to her shoulders.

“You not want to come in?” she asked and he raised his eyebrows. “The water is fine.”

"I imagine it is," he replied. “But I'll stop here.”

“Oh! Don't be boring, come on, come in” she gave a mocking smile. “Or are you afraid of the water, shadowsinger?”

Az narrowed his eyes and gave a smile that accepted the challenge. It was so easy to convince him.

The warrior rose and stood beside the rock. First he disarmed himself by placing all his blades on the stone and then off he took off his boots and socks, then the upper part of his leather suit and he was left with only his black pants. Gwyn wasn't going to ask if he was going to pull it out and she was sure he wouldn't when he started to enter the lake.

Shadows following him, huge wings trailing as he went deeper into the water and scarred hands skimming the surface until he was now close to Gwyn but keeping his distance.

“Then? It bited you?” she asked teasing him.

“Not yet,” he replied smiling small and she laughed. “Did you have fun down there?”

"It's wonderful," she said, wetting the red hair that floated around her again. “After the hellish day I spent, it was a treat.”

He gave a thick, rhythmic laugh.

“Don't be dramatic, it wasn't too bad” he said and she narrowed her eyes staring at him and then splashed water on him which opened his mouth in disbelief at her audacity.

“Was that an invitation to war, Berdara?”

“You bet it is” she replied confirming and he shook his head and then returned Gwyn's insult by throwing water at her who laughed.

Soon the two of them were throwing water at each other in a war, like two children, and she was laughing along with him, swearing at him, but they went on with it and she knew they would go on until one of them gave up, and Azriel knew that too well.

"You know, I have an advantage," he said.

“Oh yes? Which one?”

Before she had been silent, with his right wing Azriel practically threw a wave at her and Gwyn swore at him, which made him laugh.

“You bastard!” She said laughing and advancing on him. Surely she would try to drown him playfully, but the arrow came out backwards. Azriel grabbed her arms and lowered her into the water quickly sinking her and then lifting her up.

Gwyn had her eyes closed, breathing heavily, but she laughed as he did and then opened her eyes to meet his, both of them still laughing. She studied his wet face, his hair partially tossed back with a stubborn strand falling across his forehead, and looked at his smiling mouth. In that moment there was nothing but Azriel, except his mouth that seemed to be calling hers.

The action was faster than she thought when she brought her hands to his face and kissed him causing his laughter to stop. It wasn't a deep kiss, just a lingering lip seal that made her shiver like a green stick, her heart pounding madly in her chest, her belly cold and a feeling of fullness in her chest.

Gwyn pulled away from him, still holding that beautiful face in her trembling hands, their noses still touching, their eyes staring and her breathing was so labored that she wondered if she even knew how to breathe.

"I'm sorry," she said softly against his mouth and Azriel closed his eyes, taking a deep, shaky breath, his hands gripping her arms, squeezing there. “I shouldn't...”

" You should have," he said in a low voice, his breath blowing against her mouth. “By the gods, you should.”

Gwyn opened her mouth to say anything, but Azriel sealed her lips again and she didn't back down, on the contrary, she kept holding his face in her hands as his hands released her arms and one went to the back of her neck, taking it there and the other to your back.

She felt his tongue brushing against the line of her mouth asking for passage and still fearful she did and his tongue entered soon touching hers and sliding slowly over her. Hot, big, wet. A bolt of lightning seemed to pass through Gwyn's body and she put her hands in the spymaster's black hair, holding him there as their tongues danced slowly and willingly, making indecent little noises to be heard by both of them as their lips slid across the other's and the priestess moaned pulling her body closer to Azriel's and moaning again as her breasts pressed against his chest.

She wanted more, more of him, and she could tell by the growl that came from deep in his chest that he wanted more, too. Azriel's hands slid down Gwyn's back and down to her ass, going lower and he pulled her into his lap, this made their mouths separate for a few seconds, but then they met again with extreme urgency resuming that kiss and the valkyrie entwined Azriel's waist with her long, beautiful legs as his hands slid along them and up, going to her ass, her back, exploring every inch of Gwyn's skin.

Az stopped kissing her, however, the kisses went to her face and down her neck where he took a light bite and licked her making her moan and tighten her legs around him and sink her nails into his muscular shoulders. He pulled her closer so that her hips brushed against his and she could feel the hard bulge in his pants and that friction caused a shiver and pleasure in the top of her thighs.

She lifted her face, giving Azriel more freedom to kiss, lick, and suck on her neck as he pressed her against him, making her center throb even painfully. She wanted him, wanted him badly, but... When his kisses descended to her breast and that friction grew stronger between their hips, a painful memory came to her mind and she stopped him by pushing him lightly and Azriel looked her back.

"I don't think I'd go any further," she said, panting against his face and Az gritted his teeth hard, his body quivering as did his huge wings, but he nodded.

"Fine," he replied quietly.

She brought her hands to his face and stroked his cheeks with her thumbs.

"Kiss me more," she asked. “Please.”

"No need to beg," he replied, giving her a quick peck and biting her lower lip lightly, pulling it between his teeth and Gwyn shivered with a soft moan. “I'm going to kiss you until you beg me otherwise, until you can't take it anymore.”

He smiled wide and so did she and then he kissed her again, their tongues meeting instantly returning to the slow, sensual dance Azriel commanded.

That was Gwyn's first kiss, in fact, the first moment she felt safe enough to be in a male's arms, and she was happy, so happy that her skin again began to glow as they kissed, and kissed, until their mouths were swollen and red, and even then, she didn't want to stop, she wanted to keep kissing him until the world ended.

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