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I’m sitting in front of Rolan, on a very uncomfortable lumpy log, as he performs some truly terrible magic this evening. The weak magic sparkles and dissipates in the air, and I wonder how it is possible to be this bad at magic. The air is humid, and beads of moisture sit on my forehead and make my unbound hair a bit frizzy. Everyone is in good spirits, but my muscles ache and stiffen from the constant battles of the last few days.
I’m tipsy from the abundance of wine flowing through the camp. I’m somehow on my 3rd glass and the night is young. I take a bite of some bread to ease the effects of the alcohol. Tieflings, alongside my friends, are all a buzz in the celebrations. The murmur through the camp is steady and laughter is heard here and there. It’s a well-deserved and a fitting end to the dispute between the druid’s and Tieflings in the grove.
Rolan finishes another trick and I clap a polite applause, with his small audience, and then excuse myself. I haven’t spoken to Astarion since we have arrived back to camp from the long day of fighting alongside each other. I noticed myself getting distracted watching him today with his knives, adeptly dancing with his quick steps as we easily took down the goblin camp. He slit the throat of a goblin who was about to attack me, while I was distracted by my thoughts, and I was immediately reprimanded by Lae’zel for being so careless with my surroundings. Astarion gave me an inquisitive look after, and I quickly gave the order to press on instead of indulging in his silent question.
And now, he stands casually drinking from a goblet in front of his tent while observing the party, as though he has had an easy day. I chew on my lip deciding if I should go speak to him when an attractive young Tiefling girl approaches him while carrying her own bottle of wine. I look away but watch from the corner of my eye. She steps in front of him, blocking my view. The wave of jealously that floods through my veins makes me feel guilty and ashamed. I have no right to him, we slept together only the one time after all. It was just a bit of fun to him, I’m sure. I have, however, let him feed on me here and there, but I tell myself it is strictly so he can fight well. I’m lying to myself, I know it.
I stare at the flirty Tiefling girl with Astarion now and I can feel my face heat with jealousy. Images of his naked body over mine, his hands between my legs and on my breasts, betray my thoughts as instead of me, I imagine him with her. I exhale in defeat and gulp down the rest of the bitter wine in my glass. It’s tough to swallow as I set down the empty glass still holding the wine in my mouth. I force it down and I gag a bit. The wine is truly terrible but I’m happy to have it right now especially.
I pointedly look over to Astarion, while pretending I’m listening to another nearby conversation. I pick up the nearest full bottle of wine and uncork it drinking directly from it, while I watch the Tiefling girl sway her hips back and forth, her tail flicking, her laugh penetrating the air from something Astarion said to her... The Tieflings in conversation near me stop for a moment as they watch me staring off at Astarion and drinking, from what I now realize was their bottle, before nervously continuing their conversation. The young and very beautiful Tiefling talks animatedly at Astarion who gives her his rapt attention. He laughs at whatever she says, and I love the sound, and the dark thought crosses my mind that I should’ve NOT saved the grove. The urge inside me immediately floods me with thoughts of ripping out her spine and bathing in her blood. I consider the images for too long of a second but… no. I shake my head and snap out of it. I decidedly walk over to Karlach to chat with her instead of spending my evening being jealous and staring at Astarion, who seems to pay me no interest.
I approach her and she is loud and excited as usual. I make small talk by asking her about parties in Avernus - which feels like a stupid thing to ask even as the words exit my lips. She doesn’t seem to mind thankfully. I’m can feel Astarion’s presence nearby, and I try to focus on not eavesdropping on the Tiefling who is still at his tent.
“So you and Astarion, huh?” Karlach says while nudging me. It snaps me out of my daze, and I whip my head over towards him and tell her to shush. Astarion looks immediately at us and I catch his eye, the heat building in my cheeks and my eyes widen.
He most definitely heard that; she is so loud after all. Gods help me.
He goes back to his conversation, without my expression.
I scrunch my forehead in embarrassment, and I turn back to Karlach hushing my words, “Karlach it was one time, okay? We aren’t a thing. He… he doesn’t like me like that.”
“Hey, no judgement. I would ride him to the hells and back if I could.” I quickly excuse myself to avoid furthering this line of conversation and make my way to go chat with Shadowheart.
I walk closely by Astarion’s tent, and his eyes follow me as the Tiefling girl is pulled away by her friends, and I am relieved.
Shadowheart seems as intoxicated as me, and I carry around my wine bottle like it is a precious item. After some mindless chatting, she mentions I should go talk to Gale. I concede since he seems to have kept to himself for most of the night. I take the long way around to avoid Astarion’s tent. I fix my hair with my open hand, and I can feel his eyes on me. There is a pile of new wine bottles being set out by one of the party goers, and after taking another swig from the bottle, I replace the one in my hand hoping the new one tastes better. I pretend to look around at the party, Rolan performing some better-looking tricks, but I catch eyes with Astarion who does a half smirk and raises and eyebrow at me. He poses a silent question of when I plan on coming to speak to him.
Hastily, I wander over to face Gale, who is beaming and very sober. He goes on about his cat, but I feel my cheeks hot from the excess of wine and my thoughts of Astarion. My body feels tight, and I can’t concentrate on any more mindless chatters. I lick my lips absent minded, as I allow my thoughts to wander to that night in the clearing again. Astarion was of course, utterly amazing at sex, and as much as I think Gale is a wonderful man, I want to get fucked hard and recklessly tonight. I want Astarion to bite me and taste me. I’m tense from the last few days, and I need release.
Gale mentions something about his cat loving belly rubs, and I snap to reality realizing I’m fantasizing about Astarion while Gale is still talking about his cat. The wine gets the better of me and before I can stop myself, I ask him flirtatiously if he likes his belly rubbed too. Gale continues talking and then his neck and cheeks go beet red mid-sentence when he realizes I am flirting.
“I-I.. are you…” Gale is flustered, and I smile at him. He tells me he can’t get excited because of the weird magic orb in his chest, and I feel like it’s an excuse to get me to stop talking to him. I say good night to him though, and make my way over to Astarion, who smiles wickedly as I approach.
“Hers’s my little treat, with their cheeks all flushed.” Astarion talks with his hands, and I wonder if he rehearsed this, and yet I decide I don’t care. “You will come to my bed tonight, won’t you?” He asks confidently.
The most obvious answer is ‘yes, let’s go right now,’ but instead I say, “I’m not sure what I’m doing yet.”
He decides to entice me by complimenting my body, but the whole time I’m staring at his lips and the little flash of his fangs as he speaks. My heartbeat quickens and I swallow hard as I tease him, “So many honeyed words…”
Without skipping a beat, he purrs, “Not half as sweet as when I tasted you.”
I cannot hide my noticeable flush and my lip’s part. I wonder if he’s talking about my blood, or if he’s talking about his tongue between my thighs, swirling around my peak and drinking in my wetness. This thought makes me catch my breath and I clear my throat - more loudly than I wanted. He notices my fluster, and grins flashing his fangs.
I want to throw my arms around him and shove my tongue down his throat and tell him to taste me again right now. But I shake my head and tell him I’ll find him after everyone has gone to bed. Don’t want to sound too eager of course… I turn on my heel to leave him alone for a while, and I roll my eyes at myself at how pathetic I am around him.
*****
Finally, after the party has quieted down, another half bottle of wine later, and into the late hours of the night, I make my way to Astarion’s tent.
I hear gasps, the occasional moan, a wet sound of kissing coming from some of the other tents around the camp. It seems like everyone has the same idea tonight. The air is sticky, and cooling and I fix my sleeves as I hear a louder moan coming from a tent as I pass by. I’m thankful for it… Maybe the others can drown out the sounds I’m sure Astarion will have me make. I smile and lick my lips as I approach his tent.
I reach out my hand to tap on the dark red fabric in the darkness of night, the faint illumination of the dying fire flickering shadows against the tent. He quickly opens the tent flap letting me in.
“I knew you’d come. And now you’re all mine, and I’m all yours at least until morning…” He says but I cut him off as I press my lips to his. I’ve waited too long and I’m impatient, my core tightens, and I need him desperately. He breathes in deep as he opens his mouth for my tongue. I taste the faint hint of wine on his breath as I push my tongue into his mouth, licking greedily as I taste him. I graze my tongue along his fangs, and he sends his wet tongue into my mouth and my heart races. I imagine his tongue in other places and I can feel the wet form between my legs. I tangle my arms around his neck and up through his soft hair, as I stand on my toes, trying to push my body closer to his. There’s too many layers of clothing and I need it all gone.
One hand grips my hip holding me in place, as he begins to untie my front corset laces with his other hand. I hold his face as he aggressively pulls at the laces until the corset falls to the floor. I push away and pull off my shirt in one motion revealing my peaked breasts in the cool night. He looks over my nakedness, his eyes drinking me in and lingering on my nipples, and grins hungrily.
“So beautiful, and so very eager tonight.” His eyebrows knit, but the corner of his lips hide a wider smile.
“I want you.” I rush out. And I try to calm my racing heart.
Slow down… I tell myself. I feel too bold from the wine.
Astarion immediately removes his shirt too and pulls me into an embrace pushing his soft lips to mine. My breasts strain against his bare chest, the nipples hardening further on his cool skin, his hand reaches up to grab one of them massaging it, pinching my nipple between his fingers gently which causes me to involuntarily let out a whimper. His hand trails up to hold the side of my throat as he kisses the other side of my neck. After a moment moving back to my lips, while beckoning me to lay down by stepping forward and pushing my hip down.
I get the idea and I oblige as I prop myself up on his bedroll. He climbs above me kissing my lips and neck, I lean back on my forearms as he wraps an arm around me, and I relax into him laying on my back. It blankets smell of his sweet scent and I’m my sense feel enveloped by him all around. He shimmies off my pants and throws them in a ball behind his shoulder as I’m left in my underwear.
He climbs on top of me again, trailing cool kisses across the front of my throat. Astarion moves his lips down to my clavicle. His hips push into the thin fabric of my underwear, and I can feel his hardened bulge tease my peak. I desire him inside of me and I arch my back pushing me into him, as his hands move down along my sides. His moves further down my body as he gently nips at my hips with his teeth. The tickling feeling of his teeth against the sensitive skin of my hips and low waist, makes my legs twitch and a shiver run through me.
I laugh involuntarily and he pulls my underwear down revealing my nakedness. I’m completely bare to him once again. My arch my legs slightly and he hooks them over his shoulders pushing them up towards my hips before burying his face into my folds.
I can’t help but let out a relieving moan escape my lips as his tongue finds my clit. I’ve been wanting this – no needing this – so badly the sensation ripples through my body as his tongue swirls around the sensitive nerves. I grab his hair wanting to pull him into me more. His delicious tongue circles slowly around the bud, and then he plunges it deep into my wet folds.
“Yes… gods…” I barely can speak, and I push my hips into his face as he intensifies the pressure.
He leaves my folds to kiss the inside of my thigh, rubbing his nose along it before placing another gentle kiss. I want more and he goes back to my slit sucking and licking me, my wetness covering his lips and face. He kisses the inside of my inner thigh again nipping at it and I gasp.
“Bite me there. Please.” I say breathlessly.
“What?” I can feel him tense, and he seems unsure of what I mean.
I sit up slightly to get a better look at him between my spread legs. I relax my knees, so they spread wider. His hair is slightly messy, from my fingers through it, the only time I’ve seen it out of place. I like him like this.
“I want you to bite me.” I say again, and he sits up so I can see the straining bulge in his pants. He removes them and his cock springs free. I part my lips wanting to taste the wetness on his tip. He moves to climb on top of me, but I stop him with my hand, realizing he didn’t understand what I was saying.
“No, I mean... Can you bite me here.” I say as I trace my fingers along my inner thigh.
His eyes widen and I can see the vampiric hunger in them spark at my words. He moves to my thigh bringing his lips to it. Astarion grazes kisses along near my core on my inner thigh, I sink into my forearms and tilt my head back loving his lips on me. He brings his teeth to test the spot and it tickles and I let out a surprised gasp.
“Are you sure? Right here?” He whispers into my leg as he playfully nips at it as he sucks on a spot.
My heart skips and beat and I gasp at the ticklish feeling. I manage to sigh out, “Yes.”
My insides tighten and I feel myself getting wetter as he grips my thigh and rear hungrily, his fingers pressing into my skin.
He teases me with another delectable kiss and sucks on my opposite thigh. “And what about here?”
“Astarion, please!” I beg him and he looks up at me from between my thighs, as if to ask if I’m sure and I nod encouraging him to do it now.
But instead licks my clit pressing his tongue firmly to it, I let out a surprised moan and I need him inside of me. I fall back onto the bedroll, lifting my arms to my face as I try to stifle my trail of pleasured sounds as I spread my legs wider for him, beckoning him for more. His fingers touch my opening, feeling the slickness of me before pushing them into me achingly slow. I gasp at the feeling, and I squeeze myself around his fingers.
“So wet…” He states as he continues licking my clit, sucking around my folds and and I can feel myself wanting to release all too soon.
“You’re… going to make…” I manage to get the words out and he notices how close I am already. Abruptly removing his fingers and clamps down his teeth onto my inner thigh and begins to drink. I gasp and my thigh twitches as he grips my rear tightly. He releases his bite for a second as if surprised at something, but he bites down again hard, and I can hear his moan of relief into my leg as he drinks from me. I feel the rush of my blood into him, and I find myself becoming even more aroused. He firms up his bite as he hikes up my leg, hugging it to him as his hand reaches for my mouth. He switches to the other thigh, and I twitch again but he holds it in place. As I involuntarily tense my inner thigh muscle. I grab his hand and pull his fingers into my mouth sucking on them greedily and my core tightens. His eyes flash to mine with a wild look, before letting go of my thigh.
I pull his face to mine as he climbs on top of me spreading my legs wider with his. Astarion pushes his full length into my wetness in one motion so I can feel his skin against my opening.
I break off my kiss and claw at his back as he slowly pulls out of me almost to the tip and plunges himself back into me to the hilt. I try pulling his hips into me as I moan loudly, relishing in the comforting stretch as he slowly fucks me.
I close my eyes stretching out my neck to him and I feel him stroke my hair in an oddly tender gesture. I open my eyes and notice him staring at me for a second before kissing me. The quick tenderness confuses me, but I get lost again in his kiss. There is still a metallic flavour of my blood on his lips, and his hands explore my body making my heart beats faster. I can feel his hard cock explore deeply inside me as he falls into a faster rhythm.
He kisses my elongated neck; I brush my hair off of it and I move my head to the side so he can bite me with ease. He doesn’t ask for confirmation here and slows his pulsating rhythm before he bites my neck slowly, I can feel the puncture of my skin from his sharp teeth, his tongue lapping up the blood and a gentle press of his lips to my neck, I feel lightheaded from the wine, sex, and my excitement. He takes another deep drink from me, and I squeeze his shoulder as my heart races.
Astarion stops to ask, “Are you alright?” Searching my eyes for something.
He cock still inside me I smile up at him and say, “I’m really good, just got a bit dizzy. But I want more.”
Astarion swings me around so I’m on top of him now, without ever exiting my body. I sit up on top of him, my head feeling better being upright, and he presses his open palm up my stomach landing between my breasts. His hand takes up most of my narrow frame, and he rests it there as I rock my hips on him for my own pleasure. The soft wet sound of me around his cock can probably be heard even outside his tent.
His hand is still over my heart, and I pull myself off him and then back, teasing myself. His tip touching my entrance as I plunge his length back into me. My loose hair falls around my breasts as I move faster, closing my eyes at the sensation.
I’m fucking this beautiful vampire in his tent and I never want this to stop. This passing realization crosses my mind and I open my eyes to readjust and look at him beneath me. I notice him watching me with wider eyes than I’m used to seeing on him and it makes me feel self conscious that I’m doing something he doesn’t like.
As if hearing my thoughts, he corrects me, “I love hearing your heartbeat faster while I’m inside you… while I bite you.” He says softly.
Relief floods through me, and I lean forward on him and rest my forearms on either side of his head, and I kiss his nose. I can’t read his expression, but I almost think it is surprise. His hands move to my hips.
I never want him to stop touching me. The though passes through my mind and I push it away as I realize I might have already fallen for him.
“I like when you’re inside me too.” I say playfully as I kiss along his sharp jawline, and he stretches his neck for me. I kiss along it and then I nip at his earlobe, I pull the soft skin between my teeth and he spanks me. I laugh and I pretend to bite his neck feeling mischievous as I pull my hips off him and quickly plunge him back into me. The slow rhythm tempts and teases him too much and he grips my rear suddenly flipping me on my back again.
I let out a surprised giggle and then he begins immediately thrusting into me quickly, the sounds of him slamming into me increasing with his speed. He moans in his pleasure as his thrusting becomes even more quickened, and seeing him above me letting himself moan, makes my core slicken even further. I tense up getting lost in the deepening of his thrusts.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and I whimper at the unforgiving pace. I forget the world around me - where I am, that I’m in a thinly walled tent, and I begin to lose myself being completely at his mercy. I can feel his hands on my body, his strong arms surrounding me, his abs moving against my naked body, every sensation building up to my pleasure until I let his name escape from my lips breathlessly.
“Astarion...”
He smiles into my lips as I say his name. I can’t even formulate a sentence and I never want this to end, I can feel the pressure building inside me to the point of my release.
I sigh his name again as he thrusts faster, the sensation of his body against my peak and him stretching me is ready to send me into oblivion.
“Come for me, darling.” He whispers into my mouth between kissing me and nipping at my lips. It sends me over the edge, and I let out a loud string of moans and sounds, his name escaping my lips again, as the sensation rolls over me again and again. I feel his cock pulsate as he spills himself inside me finding his own release. He moans loudly but quickly bites my neck to stifle the sound. His moans vibrate into my neck making my legs quiver more at the aftershocks of my euphoria.
When he finishes, he releases his bite from me and gives a long lick along the side of my neck. I close my eyes wanting nothing more than to keep holding him. He pulls out of me, and I suddenly feel cold as a shiver runs through me and I shake. Astarion notices and pulls the blanket over us as he rolls on his back, sighing. I move to lay my head on his shoulder feeling spent. The built exhaustion of the week seems to want to take me suddenly. I look up at the cloth ceiling as the wind ripples the fabric. I turn to Astarion and he is already facing me with a smirk.
“I liked biting your thigh.” His smile creeping up further. “I - I’ve never done that before.” He looks at the cloth ceiling and pauses as if debating something before saying, “I want to do that again... soon.” He turns back to me looking as though he was asking me a question.
I purse my lips with a giddy feeling, and I say, “I’d really like that.”
He pulls me into an embrace, and I sigh as I feel utterly relaxed. He brushes some hair off my face as I realize I should probably head back to the fire and get into my own bedroll before dawn.
Astarion isn’t the cuddling type. I tell myself. Although I’d like to…
I sigh from the overwhelming exhaustion that seems to settle into my bones. My thighs somewhat aching from his bites, and a satisfying soreness between my legs. “I’ll go I just need to rest for a moment.”
I close my eyes for a moment as I work up the energy to find my clothing in the darkened tent. I can feel his fingertips trace along my shoulder and down the exposed part of my arm. Astarion shifts a bit closer to me and then wraps his arm around my upper back in an oddly out of character embrace. I go to say something about it, but sleep takes me quickly.
*****
My eyes flash open and I hear talking outside the now brightly lit red fabric of the tent. I’ve overslept. I am disoriented, and confused as to where I am until I notice the cool arm around me, and Astarion’s steady breath onto my shoulder. I feel his forehead is pressed to the back of my neck and his nose against my shoulder blade. His arms are wrapped around me, I’m pulled into his chest, and I’m still completed naked.
Fuck, I fell asleep.
The blanket has come off us, but his arm covers my nipples. I can hear Gale cooking outside, banging utensils against a pan and loudly talking to someone about the plans for the day.
Great, now I’ll have to exit his tent in front of everyone. Oh gods, the noises I made last night… I am utterly horrified as the wine has now worn off and the reality of the situation begins to sink in.
Astarion stirs and I opt to pretend I’m still sleeping. I can sense he is awake now as his body stiffens around me. His head raises and he lifts his arm slowly off of me. Disappointment rushes over me. I pretend to stir at the movement, but I feel the blanket being pulled up over my shoulders to cover me, followed by Astarion replacing his arm back around me. He pulls me in closer and his soft cool lips gently kiss the spot between my shoulder and neck. It feels so sweet, and I melt internally at the gesture as my pulse quickens.
I spin towards Astarion pretending I’m stirring sleepily and nestle into his chest.
I want this so bad.
He begins to trace his fingers down my spine barely touching my skin removing the blanket again. I can feel my core tighten and I want to keep sleeping nestled here in his arms, at least for a few more moments. His gentle touch making me feel days of built-up exhaustion as I realize how much I desire rest. I could probably fall back asleep for a few more hours yet, since I didn’t get much sleep last night…
Just then, I hear footsteps fast approach the tent. I tense up as I hear Gale say “Astarion? Are you up yet? Have you seen Tav? No one seems to know where…” I can hear the fabric move aside as he opens the tent flap. And as quick as lightning, Astarion leans across my body grabbing his dagger, it reverberates with a high-pitched tinging sound from the quick motion. Astarion holds the dagger out behind my back protectively, towards Gale. I hesitate and wonder if I should intervene.
Gale freezes seeing my exposed back, and I assume that’s why I hear him swallow and hold his breath.
“Don’t… wake her…” Astarion threatens in a low voice. His dagger arm grazing across my bare upper arm.
I hear Gale back away while whispering, “Sorry… I uh – I’ll… I’ll set some food aside for her.”
Astarion still holds the dagger out, and I peek up at him to find him eyeing Gale with a lowered rogue stare, his eyes dark, as he says, “Gale. If you ever open my tent without invitation again, I will shove this dagger so far up your – “
Gale interrupts, “Point taken! I uh… Apologies.” He says flustered and hurriedly closes the tent flap. His steps quieten as he moves further away from the tent. Once satisfied Gale is gone, Astarion sets down the dagger placing it up and away from me on top of his armour.
“You can stop pretending you’re sleeping now.” He whispers in my ear, his voice tickling the point of it, and my eyes flash open to see him staring down at me looking smugly.
I open my mouth to say something, and then close it at a loss for words. “How…”
“I told you; I can hear your heartbeat. I wasn’t sure if you were still sleeping before, but when I kissed your neck, and did this…” He mimics touching my back again as he continues, “I heard your pulse quicken. Hmmm… Like it does now.” He grins.
Completely embarrassed, I move to get up, but he stops me.
“Don’t go.” He whispers. “I bought us some more time. You can rest a bit longer if you’d like.”
“I… I didn’t think you’d want me to stay.” I hesitate.
His face softens for a moment, and it’s as though he is fighting an internal war with himself again. After a moment he says, “No, I… I think I do.”
I sink back down and face away from him. He pulls me in again, and I drift off in a peaceful rest I can’t remember ever feeling before.
*****
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