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In Silvanus name—it's finally over.
You never knew this clamorous bunch of Tieflings could be so—obnoxious.
Well—you did save the grove not just by rescuing the first druid—Halsin, but also by slaughtering all the goblins. You still have to pick out the bits out of your war hammer. As you distanced yourself from the crowd and disappeared behind the tents to recover more of that sweet, sweet delectable nectar. You noticed something gleaming under the moon light. Inching closer and slowly, you noticed it's—him. Astarion—the pale elf—who've you recently come to call a fellow companion. It seems he also got the idea to stay away from the party and found himself a nice secluded spot—your spot that is.
He seems to have brought a full stash with him. Perhaps he might share.
A small curl of his lips meets your gaze and you notice the fang as he gestures to come over as he makes room for you. You take your place right next to him under the tree. "Got tired from festivities already?" you say.
"Well—They are calling us heroes." he says before taking a swig. “You know, I never pictured myself as a hero. Never thought I’d be the one they toast for saving so many lives. And now that I’m here…” The bottle of wine he is holding, seems to gleam under the moonlight as the contents inside slightly swish. It's almost as if for that moment, he is staring at his reflection—well if he had one that is. but then the moment breaks. “I hate it. This is awful.” And he takes a long swig of the wine.
"Well we did kill a bunch of goblins and the party they would've thrown would've been exceptionally wilder." you chuckle.
"I mean—that possibly true and all but I was expecting a type of award from all of this—so far there’s been nothing of the sort. Just a pat on the head, and vinegar for wine." before he could take another swig you swiftly take the bottle from him and steal that sip for yourself. His state pauses as you down a good portion of the wine before letting a small gasp escape. The wine itself is—yeah that's pretty bad. It's too bitter and dry for your taste. You hand the bottle back and you're met with a smirk. Before you know it, you realize you both had slowly inch towards each other. You can see that twinkle in his dark ruby eyes "and here I was looking forward to having a little bit of fun."
You match his sultry gaze. "Well—what's your idea of 'a little' fun?" as you inch closer you have a better view of those pearly whites. Those same supple and strangely, hypnotic fangs that once pierced your skin seem to call—no—beckon you. Almost begging to penetrate those same veins that you once offered freely.
You feel—hypnotized as your lips purse against his and he responds promptly. You're not sure if it's the alcohol influencing or your imagination but for a vampire—his kiss feels inviting and warm. It's not long before you push him over with the weight of your body—your hands wrapped around his face and his lips become intoxicating. He breaks the kiss. "Well aren't you full of surprises." he says breathless. "but—" you slowly shuffle off him as he sits up. "—before we can finish our fun my dear, it would probably be in our best interest to continue our little night of debauchery in my humble abode. Before we have any onlookers" he is pointing at the shuffle of a nearby fauna and you spy two sets of horns, giggling. Looks like someone else is having fun all on their own. "Well then—" you promptly stand up, dusting off your knees and reaching towards Astarion with a hand. A sultry smile curls your face. "—Shall we? Or should I carry you there like I did last time when that goblin sniped your butt back there?"
A soft chuckle rumbles as he takes that hand, pull himself up and in one breath pulls you into him. His fingers leaving small dimples on your hips. "Oh we shall—but this time you'll be the one on your stomach." he cheekishly says. Your hand interlocks with his and you both sneak off into the dead of night. When you pass through the tent flap first, Astarion is right behind you.
As you turn to face the pale elf, he takes your face into his and reignites that passionate kiss as if it was never interrupted. You find it hard to catch your breath as your lips are being interlocked with his—relentlessly. His hands traveling rubbing up and down on your hips while yours seem to be exploring—from his face to his chest—you are feeling every part while you both are enveloped by passion.
You both are left breathless and as the gasps leave you both. Astarion once again breaks the kiss, "Darling.." he purrs in your ear. "—You know I've been waiting." he pulls you closer as he continues "waiting to have you. I knew the moment we met."
You slowly wrap your arms around his neck. "You don't have me—yet." without a second thought you're immediately lifted and your legs hook around his hips. Astarion brings you to a table where he continues his primal kissing but—to his surprise you playfully push him back and with an effortless motion you unhook a leg and use it to shove him onto his bedroll. His soft hissing at the sudden push is relieved when you climb ontop soon afterwards. "Aw—what's the matter? did you really think it be that easy." you tease. "Easy? Nothing good ever comes easy, love. but—" with agility like a cat, Astarion fights back for control with a simple roll and now you're back on the bottom with each arm secured by his own and a knee securing in between your legs. "doesn't mean I won't enjoy the chase." while you do enjoy your playful interactions with men time to time—this feels different. Pretty boys were never your thing, but Astarion isn't pretty—he's beautiful. From the features of his cheeks to his jawline to his lean muscular figure, he is magnificent and you ache to see that smug, arrogant smile of his melt into obscene depravity of the likes which he has never seen. While you may seem small and meek, in reality you're far from it. You've always known how to take control and make big men feel like in charge when actually it was you tugging the strings all along. Then when the time came they were so easy to break and become subservient. You know already the flirting and the terrible liners Astarion provided were most likely lines he used on previous victims to make you feel "special." but just because he has you in his grasp this night doesn't mean he has the advantage.
For now you'll play along but by the end of this adventure you'll have this man on his knees and ache for your touch.
His fingers quickly pull apart the threads to your pants as he softly kiss your jaw. The action causes this familiar warmth to stir in your lower abdomen as you patiently wait for him to make his move. Past your trousers and underwear, his fingers hook and insert quickly. You suddenly gasp as your own body has betrayed you and gave away how wet you are. You feel his smile against your skin. "Well if I don't have you yet, I wonder what's has caused you to be drenched just from my touch, my little depraved treat."
Your soft whimpers are difficult to conceal as he continues. "Who knew this fierce druid was so tough on the battle field but so soft—" you feel his fingers dig even more. "—here." The feeling alone causes you let out small whimper as he continues kissing your jaw and leaving delicate kisses. Your hand tries to grab his wrist but only managed to grab the forearm while he holds your other arm. "Ever since you let me bite you, I have thought about nothing else, darling." he pauses as he looks directly into your eyes. "but I think what excites me the most is how you were in the actual battle—how you managed to trick those brutish ogres into fighting for you for simple as goblin meat." your heart skips a beat and his smirk begins to curl more and those familiar fangs greet you. "—and how you executed all those nasty little goblins with just the swipe of your hammer. You truly are—like me"
You never wanted him more until now and quickly you once again locked lips with him, fangs and all. You didn't care if they pierced your lips. Your blood stained his lips which brought out a primal element out of him. You feel the heat of his mouth as you taste the salty, warm brine of your own blood smoother all over his lips. You both make quick work of your trousers and his. You are aching for him to be inside but as you feel him pushing to gain entrance, you politely offer your neck to which he most graciously (and drooling) takes. The moment you feel his teeth penetrate your neck, you feel him enter roughly. You feel slight tears brewing as the first few moments is unbelievable pleasure overtaking you. You are drowning in him as he plunders you but you don't care. You don't want it to end. His thrusts become erratic as his fangs have sunken deep into your flesh. You're moans are endless as his thrusts are relentless while he devours you.
The feeling is overwhelming as you tried to find purchase grabbing his shirt and nothing leaves your lips besides ragged moans and his name. "Astarion." You are ravaged in ecstasy as Astarion drowns out your moans in soft grunts, eventually pulling your hair back and going for another bite. When he does, you are overwhelmed with senses that you simply come undone right under him. As you cling to him you brush your lips against his ear, and its not too long that he follows with you, with a groan he finally comes undone. In the raggedy aftermath, you feel his tongue sliding over the wounds. "That some bad table manners you got there." you joke weakly.
"Well the meal was exquisite how else am I supposed to show my appreciation?" when you see his face, its covered and smudge with your own blood. He looks absolutely feral. You shamelessly love this look. You prefer it even, but you should probably tend to your wounds first. Don't want your teammates to notice and possibly mob the only thing fun around here. As you smile in your response you turn to use an article of clothing littered on the floor and use it to clean his face. "For a man who is pompous as you—you sure are messy." you say dryly. He grabs your wrist and pulls you close once again. " Oh but my dear—If you want I can show you how barbaric I can truly be." he purrs into your ear. It makes you shiver. "Careful—Don't start again unless you want to go for round 2, and maybe 3." your hands promptly grab the collar of his stained shirt and as you pull him even closer, you gently whisper. "But by then the camp will be up and unless you want them to hear our little antics, I suggest you better pray for round 3 knocks me out cold." you plant your lips on his and down he goes with you in orgasmic bliss.