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Astarion strained against the chains wrapped at his torso, cursing himself and his stupid fucking mouth for getting him into this situation. As it was, he was stark naked, settled in a chair in the low lamp light, legs spread and cock hard and aching, in the hand of his beloved.
Gia gave him the smallest little smile, wicked as all the devils, and Astarion gripped the tools in his fingers, behind his back. He hadn’t even gotten one lock open , and he was hard already, a line of precum leaking down his cock, over her fist.
“Don’t look so distracted,” she teased, releasing his cock and brushing her strawberry hair back over her shoulders. The light was catching it and making it look like lustfire, dancing infernal pinks. “You swore you could get out of anything, didn’t you?”
Astarion gritted his teeth, his spine already damp with sweat. Yes, he very well could - but he had yet to be in a scenario that required him to free himself while naked with his favorite bedmate teasing his cock in all of the ways she knew he liked.
She leaned back in, placed a kiss to the plane of his stomach, Gia’s hand wrapping back around his cock, giving him a firm, slow stroke. Gods she was warm, a sugar fire that made him feel alive again, like she could breathe the undeath right out of his pores, blow it away like smoke.
Her hand slid lower, off his cock, cupped his balls gently, and he sucked in a breath through his nose. Focus, focus . He could marvel at her after, once he had his hands free, could touch every soft curve on her body.
He managed to get his pins into one of the locks, fidgeting with it as she rolled his balls in her hand, her mouth moving from his stomach to kiss at the head of his cock. Her tongue flicked at his slit, and Astarion jerked his hips, losing any progress he had made on the lock as his body gushed a fresh stream of precum against her tongue. It wasn’t fair , she knew he loved that -
“Gods below,” he gasped, when Gia’s mouth opened, took his head in so she could suckle gently, rolling her tongue along his glans. She gave his balls a firm squeeze, and Astarion swore he was seeing starbursts, in the corners of his eyes. He gripped the pins almost painfully, managed to work them back into the lock, and with a few turns there was a satisfying click .
One down. One down .
Gia pulled off his cock, looked up at him with glowing eyes and saliva glistening lips, offering him a little smile. “Only two to go,” she offered, her hand moving along his cock, pumping quickly. Astarion bit his lip, a single fang poking out over it, his stomach going tight, just beginning to feel the first caress of an orgasm in his belly.
Before it could build, Gia pulled away, losing all contact with him. He nearly whined, watched as she licked the pad of one of her fingers, enjoying the salt of his precum. She was serious , wasn’t she? Gods, he thought he might get one open and she’d crack and milk his fucking cock with that pretty tongue…
She reached down, cupped her own breasts, teasing so her nipples rubbed against her palms. They had to be hard, Astarion wanted to see, wanted them under his tongue, so tender with his ministrations that they’d ache.
He took a single, unneeded breath, and moved the pins behind his back to another lock. At the sound of metal on metal, Gia leaned back in, smiled and gave his cockhead a tender kiss. “Good boy,” she whispered, which only had him keening, hips bucking up. She laughed softly, her hands going to his thighs and squeezing, nails digging in just enough as she leaned over, took him back into her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly, sliding along his shaft until her lips met the base, and Astarion trembled.
“Sweet… bloody… hells .” He felt the back of her throat and lost his hold on one of the pins, dropping it completely. The sound of it hitting the floor had Gia lifting her head, looking up at him with flushed cheeks. She was just as aroused as him, he knew- gods, he could smell her .
He wasn’t sure if he’d rather she ride his tongue or cock to completion, but gods above, below, and long dead did he need one of those to happen. If not both.
She tsked, got on her hands and knees and leaned around the chair, looking for the pin. Her tail swished, and Astarion drank in the sight of her ass, her plush thighs, the pink of her cunt peeking through.
She got back on her knees, held up the pin in front of him. “I should consider the game lost,” she pointed out, and the vampire felt a pang of panic in his gut. “But I’m nice and you’re adorable . So, one more try.” She leaned against him, her breasts pressing to his pelvis as she slid the pin into his hand, behind his back. He canted his hips up, unable to stop himself, and she leaned back slightly, grasping her breasts and pressing his weeping cock between them.
Oh no, no, no, no , he wouldn’t last if she did that. “Gia,” he managed, voice nearly strangled. “Love, darling, please .”
She slid her breasts up along his cock, let the head disappear into their soft warmth. His hands were shaking as he tried for the lock, got only resistance as he couldn’t focus, nimble fingers reduced to fumbling little traitors .
“Something distracting you, Astarion?” Another flash of her smile, and he felt his balls going tight, wanted to see her breasts glistening with his seed, claimed as his, fucking his -
She pulled back, his once again building orgasm dying down. He whimpered- pathetically . Instead of touching him again, she eased a hand down over her soft belly, between her thighs, and sighed, fingers finding her clit and rubbing slowly.
He could tell she was wet, from the sounds, the smell, from just knowing her . So easily he was distracted watching her eyelids flutter over her pleasure, the rise and fall of her chest with each breath.
He bit his own tongue, the pain bringing him back to himself, and slipped both pins into the lock. He twisted them a bit, after a moment heard a satisfying click , and felt a few more of the chians loosening around him.
“One to go,” Gia managed, her words ending in a little moan. Astarion rushed to get his pins into the last, wanted his hands on her, wanted anything she’d give to him-
And oh , she leaned back, kept one hand between her thighs, the other taking his cock firmly, stroking as she suckled at the head, tongue teasing his slit again. He tipped his head back, gasping, legs shaking, feeling a pressing need rushing back to the surface from his very bones . He could feel his cock leaking against her tongue, each probe of the tip of her tongue having his body tightening up, so close, so close -
He was nearly there, hands shaking, the lock rattling against the chain, when Gia lifted her head again, grasped his cock firmly but didn’t move her hand. Precum and saliva strung from her delightful mouth to his cockhead, reminding Astarion of the damn chains around him.
Between panted breaths- it was bemusing , how arousal made Astarion forget he didn’t need to breathe- he managed a broken, “Darling… please .”
“Sorry hun.” She glanced up, licked her lips, let her breath hitch as she continued to rub her clit. “Rules are rules.”
“But- but - hnn, Gia .”
“No coming until you’ve picked all the locks.”
She lowered back to his cock, mouthed down his shaft, her hand holding him steady. “ Gods, ” Astarion breathed, cursing the way he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. He bared his fangs, managed to get the pins into the last lock, and he just need a few twists, a couple turns-
She swallowed him back down, and Astarion howled in need, head tossed back, nearly dropping his lockpicking pins again . Gia took him to the base, her hair falling over his shoulders, dusting against his thighs. He lifted his hips, wanting to fuck her darling throat, but then she pulled off completely, hovered just above his cock, truly refusing release.
Astarion squeezed his eyes shut, could feel them burning, tears beginning to bead in the corners from his denied release. He turned the pins a few times, and if he was honest, by sheer luck and not skill, the lock clicked open.
The moment it did, Gia was back on his cock, her hands on his thighs. Astarion wriggled his hands from the chains, managed to get his arms at his sides, his hands able to reach the top of her head, embed in her hair. He thrust up into her mouth, shaking and shivering and needing , grunting and panting her name and little curses and praises as he chased his orgasm. He felt every muscle in his spine and pelvis going tight, his balls aching- and then finally, relief with a shout of her name, his head thrown back, a grin plastered on his charming face.
He felt Gia swallowing around his cock, taking every spurt of cum he had to offer, her tongue swirling playfully around his cockhead even to clean him up. She pulled off his cock, sucking in a breath as Astarion lifted his head, took in the desire, the need, the sheer lust on her face.
He pulled at the chains, had himself free of the chair before he could take in that he was even moving. He dropped to the floor, pushing her back, guiding Gia to sprawl on the floor itself, as he moved between her thighs. He eased them open wider, groaned because she was glistening , sopping wet all for him.
He bowed his head, stretched out on the ground and pressed his mouth eagerly to her cunt, tongue finding her clit and flicking over it. She bucked, one hand reaching down for him, getting into his curls and pulling his face closer, as he guided one of her legs to lean against his shoulder, pushing the other open wider still . It had to ache, but she didn’t complain.
All she did was praise him . “Good boy,” she managed, breaths hitching, as Astarion drank from her as if he was dying. “Such… a- ah ,” she broke off, Astarion suckling at her clit, causing the nerves to jump to attention. “Little prince ,” she managed, “just taking what you want.”
He groaned into her, and she pulled him closer still, ground against his tongue, breasts rising and falling rapidly with her pants. She was close, so close , he could tell, he wanted it, wanted her , her bliss and her joy and-
Gia came with a wordless cry, shoulders digging into the floor. Astarion growled, felt almost feral as he lapped at her clit through her orgasm, only pulling back enough once she had begun to relax so he could delve his tongue into her, drink himself into satiation. She squirmed, and Astarion ground against the floor, felt his cock beginning to harden again.
She’d come on his tongue, like he wanted. He hoped it had been good enough that she’d come on his cock, too, before they were done.