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Astarion Ancunin is not the man you remember him to be. Not the man you fell in love with. Well, he was physically the same man, but mentally? He was gone. He no longer had that softer touch. He was rough, bruisingly rough. He liked it that way. A bit too much, one might say; he did not like to play nice.
However, the transition from his old self to who he was today was not immediate. You almost wish it had been. You would have rather him had changed with a flick of a wrist, a snap of a finger, anything; you had gotten this instead. This was Astarion, his energy towering above you despite being on your knees. He was domineering, possessive and worst of all, supposedly in love with you. You had to watch him slip out of your grasp, and fall into the palms of his new power as the Vampire Ascendant.
"You haven't answered my question, little love," Astarion spoke cooly. Despite his calm tone, your gut clenched in a way that resembled fear. You managed to mumble out his name,
"Elias."
"Why am I not surprised?," Astarion spat."The bloody knave has already laid his eyes on you thrice before."
You swallow thickly, unable to make eye contact with the very eyes that used to look at you so sweetly. You only manage a nod, your tongue heavy in your mouth. Astarion stood up abruptly, only to heave you onto his lap by the forearm, his finger digging hard into the soft flesh.
You winced, landing in his lap as he forced you to face the audience of spawn that had previously been behind you. Your eyes caught the man who had touched you.
You could laugh at the ludicrousness, if it had not been for the fact that Astarion had warned everyone about looking at you, talking to you, and most of all, touching you. The man had committed the gravest mistake of all.
"Now, pet," Astarion said, his tone low and authoritative,"you're going to let me fuck you infront of everyone, alright?"
You jerk your head to look at him. His eyes were cold yet a glint of possessiveness was evident in them. Oh. He wasn't punishing him; he was punishing you.
"Astarion-" you start, only to have your face gripped and forced to face the crowd infront of you.
"I'm going to have to teach you who you belong to, hm? Get out of these clothes. Now."
You jolted at Astarion's orders. You hesitate. Does he really-
"Did you not hear me or are you just as dumb as you look?" Astarion snarled. "I said strip."
You get off his lap momentarily and hastily shimmy out of your clothes, leaving you bare infront of him as well as a couple dozen spawn. You wanted to cover yourself, to hide, but you knew better. You seat yourself on his lap again.
"There we are. That wasn't so hard, was it?" Astarion's hands, slipped below your thighs, forcing them to spread towards the room, your legs hooked over his own to keep them open.
"I want everyone to watch. If you don't watch, you will be punished," Astarion bellowed. "Not as nicely as this, though."
You winced when you felt two of his fingers enter your hole. Going in without any preparation would be fine if you were turned on; you were anything but.
You were scared. For the first time ever, you were scared of what Astarion may do to you; scared of what he may do to you to prove his power. His fingers were slowly penetrating you, the sting was fortunately turning to a more pleasant sensation with each passing moment.
Your body wanted to reject him just as it wanted to suck him in greedily; it was a tug of war between rationality and greed. You were just like him, you suppose. You spread your legs impossibly wider.
"Ah, would you look at this," Astarion hummed in approval. "My little consort knows their place. Unlike some of you."
You whine when Astarion thumbed your clit, your hips jerking up at the sensation. You could feel your arousal seep down onto your taint. Astarion's other hand went to grab a hold of your neck, squeezing it hard as he did so. You choke, gasping for air.
"What a slut," Astarion snarled. You couldn't see his face but you were sure that there was an approving glint in his eyes. He loved it when you were easy. You feel his fangs knick your nape as he suckled hickies where he could reach. His hold on your neck was becoming too much, you tap at his hand.
Only for it to tighten its grip. He was hurting you. He could kill you if he hadn't done so once before.
"Astar-" your wheezing voice was cut off as he removed his hand and clapped it hard against your mouth, his nails feeling like they could tear through your flesh at any moment.
"Shut up," Astarion growled, his thumb moved even faster over your clit, your orgasm building up to greater heights, threatening to crash over you at any given moment. As if Astarion knew this, he inserted his middle and ring finger inside your hole, thrusting wildly as your legs began to shake, threatening to close. A harsh slap hits your mound.
"Keep them open or you won't be coming."
It was a threat, a warning; he continues his ministrations until you voilently convulse, your orgasm hitting you hard as you come apart on his fingers. His thumb moved back to your clit.
"We aren't done here, little love," Astarion spoke, removing his hand from your face to manoeuvre you in such a way that he could free his weeping cock from its confines. You could only tell by the wetness of his tip against your hole. Perhaps it was your own wetness that has misled you?
Without so much as a heads up, Astarion plunged his cock inside you, hand going back to your face and his other thumb rubbing fast circles onto your clit. Your vision goes white as you orgasm for a second time, screaming into Astarion's hand as pain shoots from your over sensitive clit.
"Only I can touch you, only I can make you feel like this," Astarion whispered into your ear, his cock sliding in and out of you effortlessly thanks to your slick. "You are mine. My property. My pet."
You whimper harshly into his palm, tears now rolling down your cheeks freely. It was a reality check for you. He was not fucking you for your pleasure, but because of his ego, because of his pride. He was not yours in the way that you were his.
Astarion was getting close . You could tell by the way his thrusts got sloppier as he picked up the pace even more, his slaps echoing through the throne room. No one dared make a sound.
"Fuck, yes," Astarion groaned. He had not stopped rubbing your clit despite your noises of discomfort. You try to push away from him, the sheer pain overwhelming your vision as it blurred with the help of your tears. Astarion moved his hand from your mouth back to your throat. It was harder than before.
"Be a good little pet and take it," Astarion growled through gritted teeth. "I don't care if you don't want this. You will do as I tell you. Come again with me, darling."
His endearing pet name for you caused your body to yearn for his old self. You manage to cry out, your voice cracking as pleasure and pain invaded your system for a final time. Astarion felt your cunt clench hard around him, in turn causing him to empty himself inside you with a low groan.
You cried now not just from oversensitivity, but also from mourning. Mourning the loss of a man you once had; mourning the loss of a man that didn't truly die. You weep.
"Hush now, darling," Astarion cooed, pulling you closer and pressing tiny kisses into your hair. "It's all over now."
You'd rather have the darkest parts of him than have nothing.