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It was like your body could tell when the last rays of sunlight left the sky; it was like dreaming of falling and waking up with a jolt. The first few months (years) you would open your eyes with a gasp and bolt upright. It disturbed Astarion so much he kicked you out of his bed and wouldn’t allow you to sleep with him until you got it under control. Now you wake up gently, not even opening your eyes. You just snuggle deeper into the cold chest under your cheek.
“Good evening, love,” Astarion purrs. “Don’t you make a lovely sight.”
But his voice doesn’t come from near the top of your head like you were expecting, instead it comes from the foot of the bed.
You finally open your eyes.
Astarion sits at the end of the bed, only in pants, his chiseled pale chest on display. You could never get enough of looking at him. He had become your whole world and you didn’t care that meant he thought you were degrading yourself. You had learned to find pleasure in being degraded.
That just left the cold chest beneath you. You sit up and look down, meeting the empty dead eyes of a corpse. Ah, right. Last nights… fun.
It wasn’t uncommon for you and Astarion to share a meal, however it had been surreal to invite someone into your bed. Astarion didn’t have a problem sharing you on occasion, when it amused him, but the bed you shared? That was sacred ground. Not even the other spawn were allowed to step foot in their masters bedchamber. All dalliances were to happen strictly outside the manor.
So it had shocked you yesterday when Astarion accompanied you on your hunt in order to pick someone suitable. He refused to elaborate on what “suitable” meant but you assumed with his refined taste he was looking for a specific palate. You weren’t in the mood to question him, even though you knew he enjoyed it when you talked back to him.
You loved Astarion, you were devoted to him, he was your lord and master, but damn if you weren’t pissed at him.
It had been months since the last time he had touched you in any way besides the platonic. Even kisses were short and chaste. If he wasn’t still clearly obsessed with you as you were with him, you’d think he was growing bored of you.
Last month when you were growing tired of staying on opposite sides of the bed, you tried to go sleep in a guest room (as you no longer had a room of your own, it had been so long since you needed one). Right as the sky began to lightened in the east, Astarion sauntered into the guest room and without a word scooped you up, sheet and all, and brought you back to his bed. You were nearly asleep by the time your body hit the mattress that you didn’t even have the energy to pick a fight.
So that only left you to ruminate and torture yourself with questions you didn’t have the answer to. What had you done? Was Astarion tormenting you like this on purpose or was time moving at a different pace for him and he hadn’t even noticed it had been months since you two were intimate?
You had never gone this long. It was a far cry from the first couple weeks after you met him. It seemed like every other night he sought you out for sex and you certainly never wanted for kisses. Though you have to admit it was different circumstances. You both could have turned into monsters at any second so every moment stolen away from camp mattered.
Yesterday it finally occurred to you that maybe Astarion was waiting for you to approach him. You were technically his slave but he got a kick out of you testing the boundaries he sets. He had told you on multiple occasions that he loved the fire in you. You just never had to ask for sex, Astarion was always more than willing to attend to your needs before you even realized you were wanting.
So yesterday when you finally had a moment alone with him, you slid up behind him, wrapping your arms around his middle and kissing the scars on his neck. That should have been enough to give him a hint but he only huffed out an amused breath, not taking his eyes off the papers on his desk.
“Need something, pet?”
“I need you,” you admitted.
“But I’m right here.”
You whined, “You know what I mean.”
“I’m afraid not, you’ll have to use your words.”
He liked that game, liked how embarrassed you got when you had to ask for things. You recognized it and thought you were finally getting somewhere. You rubbed your breasts against his back, seeking stimulation on your sensitive nipples. Just his voice had you hot.
“I need you to fuck me,” you whisper against his neck, pressing another kiss there.
He turned around and you dropped your arms so that you could wrap them around his neck instead. However, before you could be grabbed your wrists and held them between your bodies. You looked at him confused, not sure where he was going with this.
“Oh? Do you now?”
You whined again, your hands twitching, aching to reach out to him but his strong grip kept them where he wanted them. “It’s been so long!”
“Hmm, has it?”
He was just toying with you now, and you were surprised to feel wetness gather in your lash line. It was deliciously embarrassing and you didn’t shy away from showing Astarion your emotions.
His gaze darkened, like a predator getting scent of prey. “Hush now, dear. No need to cry, though you are beautiful when you cry for me.” He finally let go of your wrists and pulled you into his arms.
You gasped, touch starved, and nuzzled into his chest, taking in the heady scent of him. He stroked your hair and kissed the top of your head.
“We’ll get you what you need, all you had to do was ask.”
You should have known it wasn’t that easy. Because instead of laying you across his desk and fucking the daylights out of you, he ordered you to go get dressed into something nice and meet him in the foyer. You were rightly confused but you couldn’t disobey a direct order.
It was when you were leaving the manor did Astarion finally make the comment about finding someone suitable for dinner. You should have connected the dots by then but you were so sexually frustrated it was making you stupid.
He lead you down to the lower city, to the places where a person won’t be missed if they were to disappear. You weren’t unfamiliar with hunting on the docks. The stench of sea water overpowered everything else and the occupants were rude. Send a pretty girl walking alone at night? You were sure to hook a drunk sailor.
You’d think that having a man with you would deter them, but Astarion was beautiful enough for the both of you and if anything walking together attracted more attention.
You both put on such a pretty picture of prey that it doesn’t take long for someone to take the bait. You and Astarion had spent so much time in each others heads that it only took a look for you to communicate that you were being followed.
Instead of leading your tail into a dark alley, Astarion confused you by instead entering a tavern. It was nearing midnight but the tavern was bustling with sailors and the seedy underbelly of Baldurs Gate.
You followed Astarion to an empty table and it wasn’t a minute later that your stalker entered the tavern. He was a big man, human, and most likely a sailor from the way he was dressed. He glanced around the tavern, making eye contact with you before making a show of going to the bar and getting a flagon and three cups. Then he made his way over to your table, setting down the alcohol in offering.
“What are two pretty things like yourselves doing down on the docks?” His voice was deep and accented with the tone of lower class Baldurians.
“Why don’t you join us and find out?” Astarion suggested, gesturing an arm at a chair.
Oh, Astarion wanted to play with his food. Sometimes he got into that kind of mood. You made the mistake of relaxing. You weren’t sure how this was going to lead to sex, but maybe he just didn’t want to do anything on an empty stomach. You were eager, maybe you’d get this man drunk, take him into a back alley, drain him, and then fuck while the blood is still hot in your bellies.
The man, whose name you never learned, not that that was important (it was easier to not think of them as people), sat down in the offered chair and poured you all a drink. You weren’t going to drink it, after years of living by Astarion’s side you had developed a taste for finer liquors and the smell of the ale wasn’t dissimilar to piss. However, Astarion pushed it towards you and ordered you to “Drink, my dear.”
It tasted as unpleasant as it smelled.
Their meal tried to hold conversation but he was clumsy with his words, not nearly as charming as he thought he was, and Astarion ran circles around him. You were certain that he didn’t realize Astarion was mocking him with every flirtatious comment. You were content to sit back and watch your master work but Astarion had other plans.
“You see, my lover here has been feeling unsatisfied as of late,” Astarion began and your eyes jumped to him in shock.
“Astarion!” You hissed but he didn’t bother looking at you, simply holding a finger to your lips.
“Hush now. The men are talking.”
You could feel your face heating up in embarrassment. You didn’t know if you were more upset or turned on by his cruelty. He had spent many years moulding you into the perfect toy for him to play with as gently or roughly as he wanted.
“As I was saying, I was hoping to find her some… entertainment tonight.”
“And you thought the docks were the best place for that? You two don’t look the type to be slumming it. I’m sure there’s a fancy brothel in the upper city that would do it for ya.”
“On the contrary, I think it’s the perfect place. We found you, didn’t we? You’re just her type.”
The man’s chest puffed up with pride, his ego successfully stroked. His eyes undressed you and you were reminded you didn’t just chance upon him at the tavern, he had followed you there. His intentions clearly weren’t pure.
“Astarion!”
“Don’t be shy, love. You were just saying earlier you needed to be fucked,” he said, clearly taking pleasure in the vulgarity. “I would be a terrible partner if I didn’t provide for your needs. Now sit quietly and let us work out the details.”
You wanted to argue more, tell him that wasn’t what you meant and he knew it, but you were compelled to do as he ordered. Your lips were physically sealed. You wanted to cry and scream and storm out of the tavern but worst of all, your thighs clenched together and your pussy throbbed.
It wasn’t because of the man, he wasn’t ugly but definitely wasn’t your type. He had a similar body shape as Halsin and you had turned down the druids advances many times while adventuring together (that might have been because of your obsession with a certain high elf vampire but still). You were turned on by Astarion, your cruel and beautiful master who got pleasure out of watching you squirm, and his pleasure was your own.
“You have her trained well, don’t cha?”
Astarion smiled and squeezed your knee under the table. “Don’t be fooled, she can still bite.” He laughed at his own joke.
“Well, if we’re getting a room, it’ll be on your coin,” the man said. He didn’t even question Astarion’s word or ask for your consent. Lovely. Astarion really knew how to pick them.
“I was thinking you’d come back to our home. Our bed is much more comfortable than anything you’d find here. And after I’m sure we’ll have worked up an appetite, we can have a late supper.” At that he smirked at you, like he was expecting you to giggle at the inside joke but you were hung up on the fact you were taking the man back to your home.
However, you might as well have been the target of a silence spell.
The man threw back his drink and slammed his cup on the table before standing up. “Sounds good to me. Let’s get out of here.”
Astarion stood up, wrapping a hand around your bicep and pulling you up as well. You had half a mind to stay seated as a small act of rebellion but his grip was deceptively strong. You pulled against him, not to break free but just to test his strength, to make sure he still had you, and from the secret smile he sent your way he knew.
The walk back went by in a blur. You half expected for Astarion to knock the man out and tell you it was all a joke but the entire time he hummed and joked with the man he was giving you to. You wanted to cling to Astarion but every time you reached out to hold his hand he was just out of reach. It was made all the more worse by the man taking the opportunity to feel you up. His wandering hands pinched your bottom and fondled your breasts through your dress, he even pulled you closer by the waist so your body was pressed side to side with his.
He smelt horrible and by horrible you mean that he didn’t smell like Astarion. He wore no perfume to hide his body odour, unless you counted the brininess of the sea that clung to him. You turned your head away from him in hopes you could catch a whiff of the heady cologne Astarion favoured but the scent of the man overpowered your senses.
By the time you got back to the manor in the upper city, you were on the verge of tears but also strung so tight at the chance you might get to orgasm tonight that when Astarion finally decided to check in with you (a quiet “alright love?”), you just cursed him out.
“Quite a mouth on that one,” the man commented, licking his lips. “I’d love to see what it can do.”
Quicker than anyone could react Astarion had grabbed you from the man’s grubby hands. He pulled you into his body, one hand on your waist and the other wrapped around your throat. You shuddered in relief and your eyes went half masted as you leaned heavily into your lover, like you’d been deprived of his touch for eons.
“Let me make one thing clear: this one belongs to me. I decide how she is handled and you will do everything I say. You overstep and I’ll cut off your cock, slit your throat, and shove your severed cock in the hole. Do I make myself clear?”
The man held up his hands. “Easy there, no need for threats. I’ll play your game.”
“Good. Our bedroom is upstairs. Shall we?”
He let go of you and only let you bask in his presence for a few extra seconds before pushing you towards the stairs with a whispered, “Be good.”
When you reached the bedroom, Astarion ushered you both in before shutting the door with a click that signalled he had locked it behind him. You don’t think the man noticed, he was too busy underdressing you with his eyes. Your own eyes didn’t leave Astarion.
“You,” he pointed at the man. “Undress her then undress yourself.”
“Astarion,” you begged.
“You will stand still and let him.”
You blink back tears and nod.
Astarion comes up behind you as the man begins to undo the laces on your dress. You frantically turn your head to keep him in your sights, desperate for reassurance.
“Think of it this way: he is just an extension of myself,” he whisper sweetly into your ear. “He will only do as I command.”
“I don’t want this,” you pleaded. It didn’t affect the man, who reached for the hem of your skirt and inelegantly pulled the dress over your head.
Astarion slip a cold hand into your underwear, fleeting fingers finding your soaking went cunt before retreating. “Oh darling, don’t lie to yourself.”
You got to see a flash of a smirk before he was turning away. He dragged over the cushioned chair from the vanity so that it was facing the bed and settled in for the show.
Soon you were completely bare and you shivered (from the cold? From the anticipation? You couldn’t tell). Your eyes were locked on Astarion’s face behind the man’s back, you didn’t even realize he was naked as well until one hand pinched your exposed nipple while the other stroked his cock to full hardness.
“Good. Now, you seem like a strong fellow. Why don’t you pick her up and throw her on the bed.”
You gasped as he did exactly as he was told. You bounced once on the mattress before he was crawling on top of you. You turned your head towards Astarion, reaching out a desperate hand for him. He just smirked, crossing one leg of the other and leaning back into the chair. You didn’t miss that he remained completely dressed, just another expression of his complete control of the situation.
“Kiss her.”
It was disgusting. His beard scrapped unpleasantly against your face and his scent of sea and sweat flooded your nose. You squeezed your eyes shut and fantasized you were kissing Astarion instead, that it was his soft lips pressed to yours, that it was his bergamot/rosemary/brandy scent flooding your senses.
The man forced his tongue past your lips and he tasted like the cheap ale from the tavern. You nearly gagged and your fantasy was shattered.
“Put your fingers in her cunt, get her ready for your cock. I admit, it’s been a while. Her pussy probably doesn’t remember what it’s like to have something in it.”
You couldn’t hold back the sob, from embarrassment or relief as thick fingers roughly breached your entrance, you couldn’t tell. All you knew was it really had been a long time and it felt so fucking good to finally be touched. However, you shook your head in rejection as you didn’t let yourself get lost in it, not yet, you still wanted Astarion. You always wanted Astarion.
The man broke off the kiss to sucked on your nipple and you couldn’t recall if Astarion told him to do that or not.
As you looked at Astarion you panted in time with the fingers moving in your cunt. He was leaning forward in the chair, elbows resting on his knees and fingers clasped in front of his mouth. You could still see the crinkled eyes that meant he was smirking.
“Good girl,” he purred. “Just lay there and let him use you.”
“Please…” You didn’t even know what you were asking for anymore. You were torn between pleasure and shame, it was a heady mixture and reminded you of the first time Astarion had you sit naked on his lap in front of all his spawn.
The wet sounds coming from between your legs made you want to hide your face but you couldn’t take your eyes off Astarion. He was clearly enjoying the show.
And why shouldn’t you enjoy it too? This wasn’t the first threesome you’ve engaged in with him. But this felt so much more different. You always had a choice in partners and the enthusiastic consent of all participants. You’ve never been this powerless.
“You can fuck her now.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice.”
You gasped and your hands flew up to brace yourself on his shoulders as he entered you without any regard to your comfort. He immediately began fucking you, not giving you any time to adjust to the size of him. He was big, big enough to be uncomfortable. His balls slapped against your taint with each thrust, making lewd noises that had you squirming, mortified.
“That’s right. Fuck her until she forgets to pretend she hates it.”
Tears blurred your vision, blurring the image of a pleased Astarion so close yet still so far. You didn’t like this, you lied to yourself. The facade only lasted until the man hooked his arms under your knees, lifting your legs and changing the angle of his thrusts. A surprised moan punched out of you.
“That’s right, don’t fight the pleasure,” Astarion goaded. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be fucked and used.”
“I want, ah, you!” You sobbed between moans.
“Of course you do, that was never in question.” He laughed cruelly. “You live for me, you’ll do anything I say, and I say: give into my will.”
So you did. You stopped trying to resist the innate hedonism in allowing another man to fuck you while your lover/partner/master watched on. Because this is what Astarion wanted and he was right, you existed just for him. It might not be Astarion’s cock fucking you, but it was by his commandment that you were being fucked.
Your eyes closed, no longer needing the reassurance that Astarion was still there. He would never let you leave him and you took comfort in his possession of you.
Just when you weren’t expecting it, Astarion’s voice came closer. “Mind if I join you?”
You opened your eyes as Astarion appeared behind the man’s shoulder, now shirtless.
“Come on in,” the man said. “You’re almost as pretty as your bitch here, I’m a lucky man to be between you two.”
“Yes, you are.” There was a glint in Astarion’s red eyes that you were all too familiar with.
Your breath caught in your throat as Astarion leaned over the man’s back, his mouth going to his neck. You didn’t want to blink in case you missed a second of it.
“Hold onto him, won’t you my dear? We don’t want him squirming and getting the bed dirty.”
You didn’t even let the man comprehend what that might mean before you were clutching onto him with all of your not-inconsiderable strength.
The lips on his neck peeled back, revealing sharp fangs that Astarion pierced the skin with in one violent, practiced motion. A fine spray of blood hit your face as consequence of being directly under the man. You licked your lips clean of blood and gave your first unabashed moan of the night.
The man tried to struggle but despite his size, he was trapped between two hungry vampires. Astarion wasn’t savouring the meal, sucking at the holes like he was angry. A drop escaped the suction of his mouth and you licked it up to the source. You tongued his lips, begging for his lips on yours or a taste of blood, whatever he would deign to bless you with.
The man’s struggles became weaker and weaker the more Astarion drank. It was only when the man collapsed, passed out from blood loss, that Astarion finally detached.
“Impatient little thing, aren’t you?” He scolded, mock-anger in his voice. “Kiss first.”
You never obeyed an order quicker. Blood coated the inside of his mouth but he only allowed you a taste before he was pulling away. You couldn’t follow because you were trapped under the weight of the man, the only tell he was alive was the sluggish heartbeat against your chest.
“You’re mine, to fuck or to edge for as long as I like. Remember that darling, and take this as a lesson. You understand, don’t you? Nod.”
You did as he said.
“Good girl.” He gripped the man’s hair by the root and used it to position the wound near your mouth. “Now drink.”
And you did. You drank deep and long, until the heartbeat stilled and the flow of blood became thin. You let go with a gasp of air to find Astarion smiling fondly down at you.
“Let’s get this trash off you.” Astarion pushed him over so the man landed on his back beside you, then he settled down on your other side.
“You didn’t even let him come,” you giggled.
“Life is unsatisfying, why should death be any different?”
“I suppose…” You cuddled into Astarion’s chest, happy beyond measure when he allowed it, he even wrapped his arms around you. You could feel his hardness against your hip but you didn’t push. He had made his point, he would fuck you when he wanted and not a moment sooner, no matter how much you whined or pouted.
He stroked your hair and you couldn’t help the yawn that escaped you.
“You must be exhausted, you poor thing,” he cooed, kissing your forehead. “I was really mean, wasn’t I?”
You nodded. “So mean,” you confirmed before whispering into the bare skin of his chest: “I loved it.”
Astarion barked out a laugh. “Of course you did, you depraved creature.” He pulled you in tighter.
“I guess that makes us a good match,” you mumbled, feeling the tug of sleep on your mind. Sunrise was still a couple hours away but a nap couldn’t hurt.
“What is a sadist without his masochist?” Astarion asked, adoring.
You didn’t get to reply for sleep had claimed you.