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You groan as you rise from your place at the campfire, taking the time to crack your stiff and aching back. You had a couple of particularly tough fights earlier, and while you had returned mostly unscathed, you still felt a bit tender. It would likely wear off with a good night's rest, and so you decide to head back to your tent.
You pull back the opening to your tent and enter with a sigh, but lo and behold, there is Astarion, lying upon your bed roll as if he owned it. Another groan escapes your mouth - it seems that was all you had been doing for the past hour.
"There you are, darling. You certainly took your time in retiring to your tent, I'd almost thought you had fallen asleep near the fire." The handsome, silver haired vampire was lounging about casually in his night clothes, looking as every bit put together and regal as he did this morning despite the countless amounts of battles you'd experienced that day. A twinge of annoyance passes through you, but you squash it. You had more important matters to deal with than mulling over Astarion's perfect hair.
"Astarion. Is there a reason you're in my tent? Did you get lost, perhaps? Something in your brain get knocked loose earlier today?" You hiss at him. The elf had a particular way of getting you riled up from zero to a hundred like nobody else.
"Ah, just out of curiosity, I suppose. You had said something the other day that intrigued me. Something about smut in the bookshops of Baldur's Gate. I had a hunch, and it seems I was correct." Astarion laughs lightly, picking up a half open book from beside him that you hadn't noticed before. The color drains from your face. You recognize it for what it was - one of the countless smut novels you keep hidden in your tent. "You have quite the collection, dearest."
Smirking lightly, he exaggeratedly picks up the book, lifting it up to his face with a flourish as his eyes slowly begin tracing the contents of the page. "You know, here I thought you were someone with more... vanilla tastes." He gently strokes the spine of the book with his long, slender fingers, before closing it and placing it beside him. You swallow nervously. "How delighted I am to be proved wrong."
Humming to himself, he sits up. Astarion skims over the other books of your collection, fingers going tap tap tap until landing on a bound, leather book. He fishes it out, holding it up to your view. "Now this one…" The temperature of the room seems to get impossibly warmer as you flush further. "This one is my favorite."
"Astarion," you spoke pleadingly, "stop this." Shame and embarrassment floods your body as he picks up your own personal journal. It was there you wrote all your desires, the fantasies you had throughout each day, every single dirty and depraved thought that crossed your mind for which you had no other outlet besides writing.
"I hadn't pegged you for a writer, darling." He lays back down on your bed roll, cracking open your journal. "I especially enjoy what you wrote about me. About Gale, however? I could have done without reading that. Although, if it weren't attached to him, a magical, two headed cock does sound quite…"
"Astarion!" You cut him off, unwilling to hear him finish. Your face is as violent a shade of red as the blood of the goblin horde you slaughtered earlier. You had enough of his mockery. You were horrified, felt thoroughly exposed. You quite frankly never wanted to see Astarion's stupidly flawless face after this. "Put it down and get the hell out of my tent."
Astarion's gaze finally lands on you - it was the first time he had properly looked at you during the whole exchange, too busy perusing your collection. "Oh, darling." He coos. "Are you sure you really mean that? The things in that book would suggest otherwise." His tongue darts out to lick his lips, trailing over those damned teeth of his. Perfect, straight, pearly white, just a tad larger than a normal person's. And his fangs. Those fucking fangs. You watch his tongue pass over them. It was slow, teasing. Tantalizing. A bead of sweat rolls down your throat as you gulp slightly. Reluctantly, your eyes glance back up from his mouth to his eyes. They bore into you knowingly as his mouth forms into a smirk.
"I-I mean it." You say non-convincingly, cursing yourself as you stutter. He laughs at your weak protest, placing the book down with the others.
"Hm, why do you insist on lying? Don't tell me… Are you ashamed?" Astarion tilts his head in mock confusion, playing dumb. Of course he knew you were ashamed. Nobody was ever meant to find that book. The embarrassment was visible in your body language as plain as day, with your tensed shoulders and hands balled into trembling fists.
"No shit!" You choke out, placing your hand on your forehead in frustration. He grins gleefully at your miserable expression, to which you respond with a glare. "I swear, you insist on being a smartass except for when it benefits you. For the last time, get out." Fed up, you march over to him, insistent on doing what you should have done the moment you saw him there - throw him out of your tent.
Your hand reaches down to grab Astarion by the arm and lift him up, but he's a step quicker, grabbing your wrist and yanking you down slightly so that you're bent over. His pale face is just inches from yours. "There's no need to feel that way, darling." The elf whispers, peering into your eyes with those gorgeous, wine red eyes.
"Every person, every creature and living thing experiences it. That primal urge to fuck or be fucked." Your face heats up at his unexpected words and their blatant vulgarity. They hit you right in your core, and the surge of pleasure causes your knees to buckle. It's all Astarion needs to pull you down and pin you underneath him.
"My, how you fold so easily." Astarion taunts you. He stares down at you, silver curls framing his face. His eyes are full of amusement. His full lips are pulled into a smirk. It's infuriating. It's so fucking sexy. You want to tear him apart.
You begin to thrash underneath him, but you're no match for his inhuman strength, nevermind the fact that your movements of protest were half-hearted. "You're insufferable, I hope you know." You damn near growl at him, but your words have no bite. Your previous efforts left you panting, chest rising and falling. Astarion's eyes shamelessly watch as your breasts heave in time with your breaths. You felt that surge of pleasure once more, this time settling deep and warm in your lower belly. He was eyeing you like the juiciest piece of meat he'd ever seen. Fuck.
"Tell me no," he whispers. "and I'll stop. It will be the end of this. Tell me yes…" His hands tighten their grip on your wrists slightly before loosening. "And I'll show you carnal pleasure like no other. That little book of yours will have absolutely nothing on the things I will do to you, darling."
You bite your lip, looking away from Astarion briefly. Ever since you felt the press of his knife against your neck, you'd wanted him. The way he pinned you to the ground, speaking to you ever so softly. You throb with want, and deep down you know your choice was set in stone a long time ago.
Looking back up at Astarion, eyes lidded with desire, you concede. "Yes, Gods, yes. Please touch me, Astarion. Fuck me. I need you to fucking ruin me."
It doesn't take long for the words to register, and then the vampire's mouth is on yours in an instant, ravaging yours. The kiss is wet, messy, debauched. No corner of your mouth is left unexplored. You kiss him back just as fervently, tongue dancing with his, across gums and teeth. One of his fangs catches on your tongue. The taste of copper fills both of your mouths, but the taste of your blood only makes him kiss you harder, pressing his body impossibly closer.
Astarion's knee roughly brings itself against your center, hands leaving your pinned wrists to rest upon your hips. You moan into his mouth as he presses you down against him. Your hips writhe and grind against his thigh, desperate for any kind of contact, for a glimpse of the pleasure you knew he could bring you.
"Yes, that's right." Astarion encourages you between pants as you break for air. "Rut against me just like that, pretty thing." The praise makes you moan, moving your hips against his thigh faster, trying to chase the dull pleasure. He grasps your hips tightly, holding you still as he presses his knee even further into your clothed pussy. That's all he does, however; he just holds it there tauntingly.
The lack of stimulation, the teasing press drives you crazy. "Come on." You beg, clutching at his back, shirt bunching up in your fingers.
"Don't be so desperate, darling. I just wanted to see you squirm a little." Astarion laughs at your desperation. This makes you scowl, and you smack his chest lightly. You rake your fingernails down his chest, reaching the hem of his shirt. He doesn't protest, and so you pull it up and over his head.
Perfection. You caress his abdomen gently, feeling his taut muscles. He lets out a breathy gasp, and you feel his stomach clench with arousal under your touch. His little sound of pleasure damn near makes you finish untouched, and you want to hear more, but the elf pushes your hands off him. You pout.
"There will be other times for that, doll. I'm starting to get impatient." Astarion growls as he pulls off your shirt, leaving you in your bindings. "You simply don't understand how maddening it is, watching you fight, covered in blood, looking like a goddess of war. The way you crush your enemies is exquisite. I have needed to have you nearly all damn day." He yanks off your pants, leaving you in your underwear.
"And you think I don't have that same problem?" You quip as you undo your bindings, freeing you to Astarion's view. His hands immediately go to touch your breasts, thumbs stroking your pebbled nipples. You eagerly push your chest further into him. "Mmm. Everytime you open that mouth of yours to make some stupid, sarcastic comment, I want to shove you into the dirt and ride the everlasting fuck out of your face."
"Works for me." He murmurs, entirely focused now on tweaking both of your nipples. A particularly hard pinch makes you whimper. "You don't know how long I've been dying to eat your cunt, my love."
Fire burns through your core at his admission. You could listen to dirty words flow from his beautiful mouth for an eternity and never tire of it. Your hand reaches up into his silver curls, gripping them gently only to push him down between your legs. "Fucking eat it, then." It's all the encouragement he needs from you as he slides off your underwear.
"So impatient, darling. I'm getting there." Astarion lays on his stomach, pulling your lower half as taut against his face as possible. He hums appreciatively as his hands cup your ass, stroking the bottoms of your thighs. With a thwack, he smacks your thigh. You shiver with pleasure. At last, he spreads your legs. You hear and feel his sharp intake of breath against you. "You are absolutely dripping, pet."
Astarion's fingers stroke you teasingly, parting your folds. The touch has you wanting to squirm in pleasure, but you hold still for him. A sound of pleasure leaves your lips.
"What a pretty cunt you have. Positively soaking wet… Is this all for me?"
The earlier sentiment of holding still leaves you. The vampire's praise makes your hips buck. His grip on your left thigh is firm as he holds you still, amused at your neediness.
"Come now, use your words. I asked you a question, didn't I?" You feel his breath right against you now, and he begins to nip at your thighs. It makes it hard to think, but somehow you manage to formulate words.
"It's all for you, Astarion. Only you make me this way… only you have this power over me." Your hand reaches back down, stroking his soft curls gently. Your nails glide across his scalp before you grasp a bunch of his hair. He looks up at you, smoldering eyes piercing into yours. It feels… strangely intimate, out of place for this passionate and lustful encounter.
"Please, lover," the words are a whisper across your lips. "Won't you taste me?" You tug at Astarion's hair, and the strange air around the both of you is gone. "Put that snarky mouth of yours to good use."
HIs answering laugh is light, with a twinge of something you can't read. "How could I say no to that, my sweet?" His tongue is flat against you as he drags it up through your folds in one slow, broad stroke.
"Mmm." The needy sound that leaves Asarion's lips is absolutely salacious. "You taste divine, pet." He dives back in, tongue gliding back across you. It was slow, as if he were savoring you. You whimper, needing more.
His tongue grazes your clit, back down, dipping inside your aching hole. The brief sensation makes you gasp. He traces it back up, collecting the wetness on his tongue as he traces shapes on your tender flesh. The pattern he traces with his (stupid, downright sinful) tongue feels familiar, and it takes you a second to realize why.
"Are… are you writing your name on my fucking pussy with your tongue?" You manage to gasp out.
"And what of it? It feels good, does it not?" Astarion gives you another lick for emphasis.
You exhale sharply at that. "Gods, Astarion. Are we sure you're not partaking in some kinky magic bonding ritual by doing that?"
"Who knows?" His hands massage your thighs as he pretends to muse over what you say, rogue's hands squeezing your flesh oh so deliciously. "Ah, I know! How about we ask Gale?"
"Ugh, how about we don't ask Gale?" His lips suction your swollen clit briefly. You end up moaning the end of your sentence, clutching at his hair.
Astarion tsks. "Really, darling? The only name I want to hear cried from your lips so… wantonly is mine, pet."
"Please." You beg. "Astarion. I need you."
And then, he was consuming you. Astarion sucks your throbbing clit relentlessly for all of a few seconds before fucking you with his tongue. In, out, back in. He feasts on your aching cunt like a man starved.
Your hips lift off your bed roll as you try to fuck yourself back on his tongue, but he uses that damned vampiric strength of his to hold you back down as he ravages you. You moan, helpless against the assault on your pussy.
"Needy little slut." Astarion growls against you before continuing to lap at your hole hungrily.
Your hands come up to squeeze your tits, tugging at your nipples. You feel him groan with approval as he eats you alive. The feeling of his mouth is overwhelming. You're unable to speak, nothing but moans and pleas escaping your mouth at the insurmountable ecstasy.
Your peak comes closer, closer, and then his tongue leaves your hole to suck your clit. He replaces them with his deft fingers, pumping in and out of you.
"You're so close, sweetheart. Let go for me, won't you?
You're grinding against his face and fingers now, until finally, you're there. With a cry, you cum. Your pussy practically swallows his fingers, sucking him in deeper.
You lay there, staring up at the ceiling as you come down from your high. Astarion comes up from between your thighs, and you blush as you see his face coated with the remnants of your orgasm. He swipes it off him with a spare cloth, smirking at your horrified expression.
"Don't look at me like that, doll. I'm quite proud of it, it's proof of your pleasure after all." Astarion says before leaning back over you. He speaks to you in that low, seductive tone of his. The one he uses where you know you won't be able to deny him of what he wants.
"Do me a favor and help clean me up, darling." Astarion whispers, pressing the two fingers he had inside of you against your lips. You don't know whether to be mortified or turned on as he asks this of you. You feel the telltale pang of arousal - it's the latter.
You obediently open your mouth for Astarion. He presses his fingers against the pad of your tongue as you clean them off, swirling your tongue around them. His expression is practically feral, smiling wide as he delights in making you do something so depraved. Delights in having this control over you. This is perfectly fine for someone such as yourself, who wants nothing more than the opposite.
The elf's fingers press deeper into your mouth, making you gag around them slightly before pulling them out with a pop. "Good work, pup."
The nickname makes you blush, but something settles inside you at being told you did well. "I'm not a dog." You protest.
Your wandering eyes trail down his form, landing on the print of his hard length through his pants. Subconsciously, you lick your lips, breaths coming out a little faster. You were still soaking wet, still turned on beyond belief. You needed the relief only having Astarion inside you could give.
"Are you sure, pup? Because you're looking at me like a dog looks at their favorite bone." Astarion teases, sliding off his pants and tossing them to the side.
At that moment, you don't have it in you to deny it. The sight of his cock makes you moan. Desire surges through you. "Of course your dick is as pretty as the rest of you. Astarion, please. " The words tumble out of your mouth, desperation evident.
"You're begging like a dog as well." Astarion drags you closer, moving your hips flush against him. He grabs his cock, rubbing it across your dripping folds. Your hips jerk.
"Please, just fuck me already."
You felt like you were going to cry if he didn't get on with it. Hips lifting, you attempt to rut against him. The vampire's hand pushes you back down. He strokes your sensitive lower belly.
"With pleasure." Astarion begins to push his cock inside of you, working you open. The sensation of him stretching your cunt feels like fucking heaven. You feel full, hot, wet. Feeling the length of him drag against your walls as he inched his way inside of you has your back arching. When he bottoms out in your cunt, all is right in the world. It leaves you gasping for air.
"You're so fucking tight." Astarion moans. It's indecent.
The way his eyes close as he takes a moment to calm himself, mouth slightly hung open in pleasure, feels lewd. Picturesque. So very pretty. You feel pleased to have made him lose some semblance of self-control.
"When was the last time you were fucked? The way you're wrapped around my cock is obscene." The vampire practically purrs, causing you to whine. He makes a show of it, red eyes gazing down between your thighs, where the two of you connect. Your pussy flutters around him.
"It's been a long time since I was with another. It's been an even longer time since I'd been filled with a dick." You tell him, biting your lip. At your admission, he thrusts into you.
"Way too long, darling. I can't believe we've been traveling together for so long and you've been pent up this whole time, forced to turn to stories for your needs." He thrusts once more into your aching heat. "I could have fucked the frustration out of you sooner, you poor thing."
"Ah," you whimper. "How does one bring that up in normal conversation? 'Hey, I'm desperate and need you to fuck my brains out?'"
"My dear, that's precisely how you do it."
Astarion braces his forearms on either side of you before beginning to roll his hips into you. He bends his head to press a kiss upon your throat. It sends a shiver of pleasure through you. His tongue languidly licks the side of your neck.
"May I?" The vampire pants against your neck as he continues rocking into you.
"Mm! Gods, yes, please. Fucking bite me, Astarion."
With a growl, he has your hair in his hand as he yanks your head backwards, baring your throat. It makes your scalp sting pleasantly. He kisses your neck once more, and then his teeth are lightly scraping your pulse. Unable to resist the temptation any longer, his fangs sink into you, puncturing your skin. The pain has you squirming against him, but he merely holds you down. Holds you there as he takes what needs from you. The sensations in your cunt burn even hotter as you begin to experience the lightheadedness you typically associated with being choked. You relish the feeling of it. The pain in your neck only served to amplify the pleasure you were experiencing while being pounded by Astarion's cock. His tongue traces the site of the bite, licking up every last delicious drop of blood.
Pulling off your neck, he captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, swallowing your moans. You taste copper once more, stronger than the first time. Somehow the realization of you tasting your own blood doesn't bother you as much as it should. Your pussy convulses around Astarion's dick at the depravity of it.
Astarion fucks you at a merciless rhythm, hands clutching your hips in a bruising grip. You couldn't fucking wait to be able to see, tomorrow, every single mark and bruise on your skin from tonight. Evidence of your shared pleasure. For a brief, fleeting second, you think maybe the two of you should have made an effort to be quiet, so that you wouldn't have to deal with repercussions more than blemished skin. Odds are that the whole camp is already awake at this point, listening to you get railed. The thought of them hearing and possibly even getting off to it just arouses you further. You're nearly sobbing, moaning incoherently as the pleasure builds in your center. You're helpless to do nothing but clutch onto the vampire as his hips undulate into you.
"You look so good taking my cock like this, little love. Such a good girl." His words, those dirty fucking words just send you closer to your already impending climax.
"Fuck, I'm so close. " You announce with a whimper, and in response, Astarion's hand reaches down between the two of you to rub circles on your clit, helping you along. "Need you to fill me, Astarion, please." Shamelessly, you beg him to cum inside you. You feel him lose control of his hips for a second, groaning at your words. It doesn't take him long to begin fucking you faster than ever, jackhammering your spasming cunt.
"I'm going to need you to cum for me first. Can you do that, pet? Cum for me, darling." Astarion commands you. You cry out as your eyes flutter closed, the pleasure in your body reaching its peak. There's no hesitation in your body when you finally come apart on his cock, Astarion following closely after as your pussy milks him for everything he's got. It takes all your power to open your eyes, but watching Astarion's blissed out expression as he empties into you with a low whine is fucking worth it. You wish you could burn the image into your eyelids.
With a shaky breath, Astarion pulls his softening cock out of you, your combined essence spilling out and onto your bed roll. You mourn your freshly washed sheet briefly. Astarion lays beside you, and the two of you take a second to catch your breath. It takes Astarion no time to break the silence.
"Well, darling? Wasn't that loads better than using your hand to some poorly written romance novel at the crack of dawn when everyone is asleep?" The elf teases you.
You groan exasperatedly. "Please, don't ruin the most mind blowing orgasm I've ever experienced with your idiocy." A few seconds pass, and the laughter you were holding back rings out loud and clear in your tent. "Hell yes, way better than using my hand."
You feel the smugness roll off of him in waves as he preens from beside you, obviously pleased to have made you laugh. He stretches in an elegant motion. In your mind's eye, you can't help but compare him to a cat. Fondness bubbles up in your chest as you watch him.
You roll over on your side, throwing a leg over Astarion's own. You scoot closer to him, lift his arm and tuck yourself into the crook of his neck. Your other arm wraps around him, bringing him closer into you. In your embrace, he freezes slightly,
"What… What are you doing, pet?" Astarion's voice is soft, hesitant when he speaks.
"Cuddling. If you really read my poorly written romance novels, you'd know that this is the most important part." Content, you nuzzle further into him. His naturally cooler skin felt wonderful on your hot and sweaty flesh.
"You don't want me to leave?" The elf mumbles, sounding unsure.
"You can if that's what you'd want, but I must admit I'd rather you stay." You reassure him. It was different, hearing the normally proud vampire sound so vulnerable. Your hold on him tightens, and after a moment, you feel him relax. He rests his cheek on your head. His hand comes to rest on the arm you were clutching him with.
It feels right. Regardless of whatever the future holds for you and Astarion, you knew you'd do anything to protect him and these moments. The sensual, the soft. You grab your clean blanket, throwing it over the both of you.
"I'm incredibly sore and tired and lacking blood." You proclaim dramatically. "I suggest we sleep so we have the energy to deal with everyone complaining to us in the morning."
Astarion chuckles underneath you. You feel the sound rumble in his chest, and once more you can't help but compare him to a purring cat. "That would be wise. Although really, they should be thanking us. The noises coming from your mouth were absolutely sinful. Bet they wish they'd found your little book of fantasies first."
"For what it's worth, I'm glad you were the one to find it. Please don't tell Gale what I wrote about his penis."
"No promises, pet." His hand moves to rest upon your head. The elf strokes it absentmindedly, and you feel yourself beginning to doze.
"Good night, Astarion." You murmur, drifting off to sleep.
"Good night, little love."
Who would've thought your secret smut reading habit would lead to this?