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it's nice to be here again, which may sound weird to people who have never been down to the underdark. it might be dangerous and a political mess should you draw close to the drow cities, but the wilds you swept through with your friends are almost homey now. the myconids are friendly, the kuo-toa still think you're something like a god, and there are so many vampires down here.
not all seven thousand took the offer, some scattering back to what of their lives they could reclaim, but there are still a lot of people of formerly short-lived races that have no families to return to, or homeless folks that had nowhere to go back to. those followed astarion's siblings down, and now you've come back to make sure they're not killing each other or surface dwellers.
surprisingly enough, it's going well. ranching vampires is certainly a new thing to witness, but deep rothe are big, hearty creatures, and it seems they serve well enough as blood sources. a chat to the beasts and the vampires confirms they're doing well enough, but they need more open space to be comfortable.
astarion rolls his eyes when you volunteer to explore, but he doesn't actually fight you on it. you're proud of him, even if it means he sneers at you and turns away in embarrassment when you tell him.
the underdark isn't a bad place to roam as a displacer beast, really. it's easier to make your way up and down the sheer cliffs when you have claws, and astarion can cling to your back instead of trying to scramble around himself.
he chuckles when you drop to the ground, swinging off your back like he's dismounting a horse. you shake out your mane from where it was used as reins.
okay, so maybe not every situation actually requires turning into a hexapedal space cat. however, you have a counterpoint for all your detractors, of which there are many and definitely don't exist only inside your head:
you're kitty.
"well, this is promising." astarion's voice has a rasp of purrs and mews under it, a side effect of the speak with animals spell. it's funny to see it from this side, a mouth moving and growling, instead of seeing a muzzle move and hearing words. he gestures at the plain, a wide expense that's more dirt than stone and dotted with both the ever-common mushrooms and odd, twisted leaves. "i'm not exactly farming material, but you could shove several of the rothe down here, i think."
"mmm, it'd just be, um. transport. maybe some feather fall scrolls? they're easy." you examine the mushrooms first, pawing at one when it doesn't immediately light up or produce spores. it continues to do nothing, aside from wobble and compress from being messed with. there's a faint powdery sheen on your paw pads, but it doesn't burn or sting. a sniff doesn't help; it smells weird, like salty dirt.
"hm. no explosions, no poison. feeling giggly? aggressive?" like usual, astarion lets you investigate the potential danger, hanging back a few good meters. "stoned, perhaps? wait, don't-"
it's too late. you're licking your paw. he groans in dismay.
"i am going to muzzle you one of these days. stop bloody licking things you don't know what they are!"
"it's fine, i'm cool and strong." the taste is a little dry, a little savory, but nothing much worth investigating. "seems like they're just... really big mushrooms? i guess the rothe could eat them." you sniff the mushroom itself, confirming that it is, in fact, still just a weird fungus. something else pulls at your nose, though, and you tilt your head towards one of the twisted plants.
astarion pinches his brow. "you're not even a plant-eater, why are you staring at the leaves?" he gives up on staying out of explosion range now that you've proven that the fungi are inert. you like it better when he's at your side so you don't tease him about it, choosing instead to rub against his side as you pad over to the plants.
"it smells... interesting." that's the best word you can think of. spicy-sweet, but sweet like dark chocolate. definitely sharp, cutting through other scents, but not overwhelming; in fact, you have to keep getting closer to identify it, even dropping your jaw to draw the scent across your tongue. small purple flowers dot the base of the tall plants, and you realize the leaves actually sprawl across decent chunks of the ground, curling and twisting around mushroom beds and blooming thickly around an overhang.
"darling, i didn't take this elixir for you to stonewall me." you flick an ear back at him, then paw at the base of one of the thicker sprouts. leaves fall from above you, one making you snort when it lands on your snout. "if it eats you, i'm going to laugh. i hope you know that."
"mmm... s'fine, just relax. doesn't it smell good?"
it's warm on your tongue, warm on your throat, warm in your blood. when you nose at some of the fallen leaves, a purr is pulled out of you, warmth growing hot and tingly, and you crave more of it. astarion sighs loudly when you lap one up, but you barely process it. heat floods you as the leaf tears between your teeth, salty-sweet nectar flowing from the middle of the curl and down your throat.
immediately, you can feel every fur on your pelt, the faintest brush of cavern breezes. the dark stone beneath you loses light until it's almost black, but the bright flora glows brighter still, awash with brilliant color. it's even better when you look up at astarion- his hair is a shock of white, his eyes searing red, his coat the darkness between stars. something must concern him, because he reaches out to smooth back the tufts of fur hanging down your forehead, and, oh, wow.
you can't help but purr ever louder and lean into his hand entirely, almost tripping over yourself to scrub your cheeks on his palm, his arm. he smells so, so good, heavy and warm scents laid over his cold skin, and you push his sleeve up with your nose to get a better sniff while forcing him to pet you. every little touch sends lightning down your spine, and it grows more intense when your tendrils wrap around him, every point of contact making your heart race.
"az, azzy, az az az, so good, good az," you rumble out, pulling him into the leaf pile.
he stumbles and you catch him, tendrils woven close enough that you can take his weight and lay down with him. astarion sighs heavily, but you can smell his interest under the annoyance. "oh, good. we've found giant underdark catnip, and you're stoned off your rocker."
"smells good," you agree, breaking away to offer him a leaf. he just groans, holding the furled plant instead of doing anything more productive.
"lux, why."
"...it smells good?" you mull it over. "tastes good. feels good. so it's good. right?" even saying that, though, makes your brain work a little. it's hard to try to think normal thoughts, because you can hear the breath he draws for speaking and feel the hand still petting you curl to scritch through your mane, but astarion's lack of actual participation makes you pause. "...catnip."
"yes, catnip. or whatever horrendous equivalent this place has. i haven't even seen cats down here aside from ones brought down by the spawn." it's still getting harder to think. the air is saturated with the plant's pollen, stirred up by your exploration and swishing tail, and you can't not breathe it in. you have to lick your muzzle to keep from drooling, but you struggle through.
"calm space, lots of mushrooms and plant life but no bones... i think..." you squirm in place to try to think, then yelp when pleasure jolts through you. a look between your legs confirms your hypothesis. "oh. um. uh. um. it's- um."
"it's what?" astarion sits up to glare at you, but that means he sees when you try to adjust yourself- and the swelling of your sheath. "...my dear sweet love. did you just eat an aphrodisiac plant."
"...it smelled good."
"of course it bloody smells good, it wants you to fertilize the fields!"
"i'll fuckin', fertilize your field." that was a mistake. thinking about sinking into him makes your cock throb in your sheath, pre dripping from the furry lips before it can even emerge. "fuck, sorry, i- i'll go over there and, um, deal." you whine and pull away, loosening your tendrils, but astarion pulls lightly on your mane to keep you from going far.
"yes, i'm annoyed you randomly ate a plant that could have been dangerous. that doesn't mean 'leave me alone.'" he looks down at you, something mischievous in his eyes. "we are rather far away from anyone else. and you're still able to talk and offer to leave, aren't you?" you nod slowly. "you're significantly more killable than i am, and you're still intact. the lack of bones means things don't die here, so this probably isn't dangerous."
astarion's fangs glint when he smirks. it takes a monumental effort not to run your tongues across them in a mockery of a kiss.
"let's enjoy a little of nature's bounty, then." and his fangs sink into the curve of the leaf, bright blue liquid dripping down the side of it as he drinks. the tacit approval means you can curl closer without guilt, all your worries and stress melting away as you lap up the spilled drops. "greedy," he murmurs.
"get to taste you and it, so yes," you purr back. your right forepaws hook under his padded coat to curl along his side, kneading gently into the fabric. astarion shivers at your touch, which only makes you want to touch him more, nosing at his neck and licking the skin above his shirt collar.
being affected by the scent meant you were eased into the heady warmth, but astarion can only gasp and shudder when it hits him all at once, dropping the leaf (pod? are they actually pods? must investigate when you have hands again.) once he's drained it. trembling hands latch onto the thick fur around your face before he pulls you closer, panting against your drooling muzzle. he presses kisses there, even drags his own tongue against your lips. "kiss me," he demands, and you oblige eagerly.
calling it a kiss is a bit of an exaggeration, considering it's more tongue than anything else, but astarion likes it and that's all that matters. you nip his lips open and follow through on your earlier desire, tongues flicking along his teeth and teasing the sharp edges of his fangs. you can taste the sweetness on his lips and impulsively chase it, licking into his mouth to find more. astarion twitches when you push down his throat but doesn't resist, moaning and leaning into it instead, letting you grasp his lower face in your spread jaws.
he arches up into you, chest to chest, and you take the extra space to slide your paws around his back and clutch him. oversized claws prick through his shirt, scraping shallowly over the blank space left behind by his healed scars. astarion tugs on your fur, yanking you up until your tongues spill out, dangling foolishly. "don't ruin my clothes."
"get out of them, then?"
he scoffs, yanking on you more until you're led to actually sit up. holding him up means you're only half-balanced, a fact he abuses to shove you over. the tumble leaves you dizzy, your face smushed into the foliage, paws curled helplessly against your chest. when you can focus again, astarion has his shirt off. even with the world tilting around you, you're fascinated by his beauty. "pretty, pretty, pretty..." forgetting your transformed state, you try to run a hand down his chest, instead clumsily pawing at him and leaving thin lines behind. "gh, too claws. sorry-"
"shhh. only a little claws. i've gotten worse from kittens, beastie." rising up on shaky legs, astarion manages to make sliding his pants off look elegant. you purr eagerly when you realize his underwear went with them. "see something you like?" it's not fair that he's so much more coherent, but at least you can smell how sopping wet he is, slick dripping down his thighs. you lean up as well as you can, panting from the heat.
"let me lick you, let me eat you, lemme lemme lemme-"
"be polite."
"please? pleeease? i'll be so good. open you up, make you feel good, so so so good." your tentacles stroke his legs, the barbed ends flattened so you don't hurt him. even looking at him makes your dick twitch, fat and heavy against your stomach. "i can't- i don't have fingers, azzy az, i can't do it properly-"
"oh, so you want to fuck me, too?" he strokes himself, fingers sliding between his lips. you whine, tormented. "d-demanding, pet. what if i just want to watch you, hm? it might be nice to see you be nothing more than a writhing mess." he crooks his fingers inside with a moan, head falling forward. you squeeze his legs tighter, blocked from even touching yourself with him in the way.
"please, az- astarion, astarion, i need you," you whimper. your cock aches, just from the smell of him. astarion hums lazily, but his thighs twitch in your grasp from a suppressed buck. slowly, so miserably slowly, he uses your grip to help himself kneel over your muzzle, and you immediately paw at his thighs, leaning up to lick the back of his hand.
gods, he's dripping around the fingers crooked in his pussy. slick spills onto your snout when he drags his hand away, matting the fur and drowning you in his taste. it takes everything in your power not to lunge forward and get your mouth on him. astarion strokes his fingers along your hanging tongues, then jolts- the taste and touch were enough to make you shoot pre-cum along his thighs. "that's. well. that's certainly a compliment," he murmurs. you manage another strained whine, choked off by his cunt pressing to your lips. "go ahead. ravish me, darling."
he barely gets to finish talking before you make your move. you seize him between your jaws, upper teeth pressing above his pubis, the lower digging gently into the curve of his cheeks. finally, finally, you drag your tongues along his soaked skin, swiping from perenium to cock in a slow drag. astarion cries out and tries to buck in your grip, but you clutch him as close as you can to keep him from hurting himself on your fangs. one pair of arms hugs around his waist, the other just above the knee to make sure he's still.
your claws tighten when he reaches back, stroking your dripping cock. you're eager enough that the glide is smooth even with the barbs taken into account, flexing up on the stokes easily and sliding along his lazy grip. every bit of pleasure just makes you more determined to fuck him properly, tongues spearing into his loose hole with barely any resistance. the heavy taste immediately makes you thrust both deeper and drag out, raking your rough tongue across his sensitive walks.
astarion is more affected than he's letting on, you realize. he takes the girth of both tongues easy as can be, still struggling to work his hips down, desperate for more and twitching around you.
"that's it, pet- ah, there, there," he breathes out, thumb digging under your crown as a reward for you stroking the back of his cock through his walls. when you press harder, filling him as well as you can with your tongues, astarion shouts and squirts, clenching down as his cum hits the roof of your mouth. you have to swallow to keep from choking- not that you're complaining. your claws dig in while you work him through the sudden orgasm, his thighs clamped tight around your head and one hand tangled in your mane to keep you from pulling away.
not like you would anyways. this is your favorite place to be.
eventually, his whines turn into desperate whimpers, and astarion pulls at your fur. "lux, please- if you- if you keep that up, i'm going to come again-" he cries out when you growl and lean further up, hind paws digging into the dirt so you don't fall over. it's pointedly not a stop. he knows how to make you stop, and his pleas most certainly aren't for that. your middle paws have to drop to the ground to brace you better when he buckles, leaving you to bear most of his weight. that's fine- he's not going anywhere.
you shift the angle of your jaws slightly, so you can clench your lower teeth into his skin while you fuck him. the sting of your fangs makes him jerk and squeeze around you again, and you have to force past the tightness to keep eating him out. your tongues rasp across the tight disc of his cervix and astarion has to stop stroking you, stop holding you, because he has to catch himself on both hands as you force another climax out of him. he bucks and shudders in your grasp, voice broken into nearly a sob from pleasure.
this time, you let him come down, relaxing your jaw so he can weakly ride you through the peak. astarion slowly, slowly shifts his hips away, sliding off your muzzle to straddle your chest. you guide him further down, coaxing him to lay across the length of your thickly furred frame. he pants into your ear harshly, hands tangled in your mane loosely. "l-lux... good hells, that was- intense."
you rumble back, squeezing him close. astarion nips at your ear, the barest spot he can reach. "good?"
"bloody fuck, of course good. gods."
careful paws knead his cheeks and thighs. your cock juts above his back, dripping onto his skin. "can i- i need- are you too sensitive, can i-"
"let a man catch his breath, won't you?" he huffs, the joke of it being unnecessary going unsaid. you purr under astarion when he tentatively shifts. "you were generous. how do you want me, beastie?"
thinking in words is hard. thinking in general is incredibly difficult, really- you're drowning in your lusts. the only thing you can focus on besides the throbbing of your dick is astarion's well-being, really, everything else turned into a vague, unimportant blur. instead of telling him how to move, you gently roll over, cushioning him with your body and bracing yourself before you crush him. having eight workable limbs comes in handy sometimes, your tendrils and midpaws able to hold him steady.
your dick drags along astarion's belly, swollen tip dripping along to your pulse and drenching his front. both of astarion's hands come down to stroke you, pressing him into the faint padding he's been able to accumulate through your diligent feeding. it turns you on even more to see the imprint in his skin, no longer just skin and bones but fattened, no matter how slightly, by your hand. he's yours and you're going to take care of him and show everyone, anyone who ever sees him, fuck him until his scent is indecipherable from yours, cum dripping from his holes and belly swelled-
more pre spurts up his chest, splattering up to his collarbones. astarion smirks at you, but he's flushed. "you want to claim me so bad?"
shit. were you saying that out loud? you try so hard to push down the worst of your possessiveness, not wanting to hurt him, but your filter is shot and your brain is mush. "sorry, i-"
"stop overthinking and fuck me until i scream so loud they hear me in the gate, my prince." he grinds his cunt against your dick for good measure, and your thoughts short out a little bit. "lux. darling. sun in my sky. i didn't eat the damn aphrodisiac plant for you to hold back, i ate it to get railed by a big horny beast."
you're so jealous of him being able to speak clearly. all you can manage in return is a growling groan, a rasp of his name. his legs hook over your hips, knees pressed into your sides and ankles crossed. you drag him along your cock, rubbing the head up and down his folds.
"yes, come on. be good." astarion kisses your muzzle. "i want to feel you." a short thrust skids up between his legs, and he reaches down to help angle you better.
the next press lands home, tip sliding in smoothly and making you both moan. his arms wind around your neck as you rock the head in and out of his slick cunt, legs tensing to pull you in deeper. gods, but he fits you so well. "azzy," you croon, dragging him down onto your cock in shallow thrusts so you can savor the stretch, the tightness, the way he shivers and trembles to take you. usually you would just press in and let him relax, always worried about his state, but oversensitivity has you both shuddering together.
if you move more than a little, you're going to come, but if you don't, you're going to go insane.
astarion removes the choice from you, clenching his fists in your fur and forcing himself down to the upper swell of your knot. pressure and pleasure hit you like a bolt from the blue, ripping a strangled whine out of your throat as you buck on nothing but instinct and need. you don't make it more than a couple thrusts before you're yowling, even the thought of common words lost to ecstasy.
he gets tighter when you come, gasping at the heat splashing against his cool insides. feral and wanting, you pin him to the leaf-littered floor with a paw on his chest and start fucking him properly through your orgasm. instead of the forcibly slow grinds being tied would leave you with, you drive down rough and fast into his hole, cum raked out by your barbs to make an utter mess of you both. the off-beat smacks of your hips and sack slapping against him echo off the stone overhand, accompanied perfectly by your snarls and his moans.
"finally, ah-! yes, yes, that's it, there's my beast," astarion pants, chest trying to arch but stopped by the prick of your oversized claws. even like this, you don't let them tear in, but the edge is enough to keep him in place, make sure you have leverage when you do grind your too-swollen knot against his entrance, trying for some sort of relief.
untied, you don't spill as long- but that leaves you still aching for true release. without even a hand to trick your body into thinking you've sunk home properly, you hardly flag, though you are able to settle into a less frantic pace once the tension falls slightly.
before you can do more than nuzzle his cheek in concern, astarion lifts his hips into the gentler thrusts, heels digging in above your tail. "i'm, oh, i'm fine. g-godsakes, more than fine, i'm right here," he snaps out, one hand dropping to squeeze your paw, keeping you from lifting it. "you're very sweet and i love you for worrying about me, so on and-" astarion tenses around you, then sighs, annoyance melting into a pleased and pointed grin, "and so forth, my lovely beastie, but unless i tell you to stop, keep bloody going."
worry essentially defines you as a person, but you don't have to be a person right now. you're his beast. you nip his cheek gently, then lift your head to tilt it in your own makeshift grin, all spit-slick fangs and curled lip. "i love you," you rumble.
"and i you, lux. now take- ah?" astarion blinks as one of your tendrils winds its way around his wrists, pulling them away and pinning them above his head. the other coils around his waist and holds him there, freeing your other midpaw to grope his ass as well as a paw can. the one on his chest you drag down, careful not to claw him more than your normal nails might- and then you press down lightly when you thrust in, palming the bulge of your cock through his skin. "fuck-!"
"mine. just for me." every time you push into him, the bulge swells into your paw, and you grind up against it before pulling out. your soft barbs drag against his cunt when you do and astarion writhes, struggling against your hold to try to force you faster. you hold him still though, focused on making him feel you, feel the strain, the stretch, the pressure of your softened knot. "what if i- if i fucked you with it. left you sloppy. not even able to tense up on my knot." a harder shove of your hips, pressing it half in; he whines sharply when you pull back again. "want it. want you lost in it. just a pair of holes and a dick and a mouth to feel good."
you duck your head again, this time just to lap up the sweat on his chest. if you scrape your tongues over a nipple until it's stiff and he shudders, who's going to stop you? astarion certainly isn't, not with the way he moans when you give it a nip. "keep you well fed and, and well fucked, warm and safe and mine, mine, mine." another rough thrust, and he keens at the wide stretch held at his entrance before sinking in. you let him squeeze down on it a moment, then pop it back out, cum and slick dripping from his cunt after you. "or plug you up full, heat you up from the inside. full, full. til you reek of me." you jerk your hips at the thought, knot sliding in easier with each thrust.
"want- i want the- i want to feel it still, don't-" astarion clenches down tighter on you, keeping you trapped a moment. you wrench out with a growl and he thrashes, a whine turning into a keen when you shove your paw down to stroke his cock, slick with cum.
"i'm not done yet," you murmur, and his thrashing subsides. "if y'wanna be tied proper, i will. i will. s'okay." astarion relaxes, letting you roll your hips again. moans spill from his lips like wine when you build up to a real pace, and you lean down to taste them on your tongues. he kisses you back, sloppy kisses pressed to the muscle, then your snout when you nuzzle him, rubbing your scent along his jaw.
his fingers curl along the tendrils binding him, stroking your fur. it has no right feeling as good as it does, and you have to tuck your head under his chin to bear the new sensation. it doesn't go unnoticed; he grips them more firmly and rubs his thumbs in, sending heat down your spine and making your hips snap up. astarion groans and tips his head back further. it's an invitation you can't resist, the hindbrain need to grasp and hold taking over. you hook your jaws around his throat, fangs neatly caging him in place before you can think.
after a heartbeat, you pause, ears pinning back as your hips slow. astarion doesn't let you pull away though, simply arches up as well as he can into your teeth and digs his heels in. "yes, good- you've got me, you have me," he whispers fervently, "don't stop, please, don't stop." maybe a better man would double check, but he's just as desperate as you are, and the sound of it makes you pick up the pace, hips quickly thumping into his.
your knot is starting to really catch, and when it's a struggle to pull out you shove back in deep, growling out pure pleasure. he whimpers with relief when you don't pull back, instead grinding deep and rocking against him in quick little thrusts. "you're so hot," he moans, tensing up around you. you stroke his cock clumsily, more messy rubbing than a proper hold, slick matting the fur between your pads. it's enough to push him over the edge again, clenching down tight with a sharp cry- his cunt, his legs around you, his hands around your tendrils.
a few rough thrusts drag you after him, filling his pussy with cum and grasping astarion tighter while you fall into searing static. by the time you can think again, he's quivering under you, belly swollen and drool streaking his lips. astarion moans weakly when you let go of his throat, and his arms come down to hold you once your tendrils slack. you nuzzle him, completely out of breath.
slowly, you lower yourself, carefully, shakily bracing yourself so that your weight doesn't crush him, but you don't have to hold yourself up anymore. it ends up as an awkwardly splayed loaf since he's tied to you by the knot, but you're comfortable enough and he isn't complaining, only snuggling into your sweaty mane and letting you nuzzle him in return.
"well. that was... i liked that rather a lot," he says, muffled by fur. you purr out a laugh, smoothing his hair back with a careful lick. "not the hair, lux, come on."
you lick him again, and astarion groans. "no escape. licks for you." he snaps his teeth at you vaguely, and you lick his whole face, making him sputter and try to wriggle away.
of course, he's still very well stuck to you, so all it does is overstimulate you both, drawing out hoarse moans. "a-ah! gods. how is there still so much cum, you fucked the first load out of me..."
you try to limit the smugness you radiate, but his grumble hints that you might be failing. "i eat my vegetables?"
"you're currently a bloody carnivore, idiot."
"leafs is vegetables."
astarion growls. his hands still comb through your fur, though. he can't be that annoyed. "...speaking of which. can you, ah..." a lock of fur gets wound around his fingers. "can you move us out of these plants? as- as fun as it is, i don't think i can take much more, and leaving you buried in underdark catnip is asking for trouble."
"oh!" man, that means you have to get up. astarion clings onto your underside when you start finding your paws, and you have to catch him with your tendrils to keep him from sagging. "is it- is it a bad time to mention that it's really hot to have you hanging off me, uh, like this?"
"i'm trying not to think about it so i don't change my mind," he admits, tugging the fur he's stolen. "there's time for... exploration later. that really was my limit for now."
"yeah, okay, yeah." you purr to let him know you're genuinely agreeing, not wanting it to be mistaken for sarcasm. careful steps put some distance between you and the plants, and the heady fuzz over your thoughts lifts a bit while you try to find a good position to lay down. on your side ends up best, tilted so he can curl against your front and not put too much pressure on his sensitive junk. heavy paws still curl around astarion, making you both a bed and a blanket. "is this-?"
"very good. good beastie." astarion leans back a little, just so he can catch your cheek in one hand and stroke under your eye. "really. this was a lot, but a good kind of a lot. maybe we bring some of these leaves home for more structured experiments, i'm just done for now." he presses a chaste kiss to your muzzle. "but it was good. and i love you, even when you're a big silly cat."
"that's kind of always."
"yes, well." he smiles, and you nuzzle his hand.
"i love you too."