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All things considered, things could have gone worse.
Wyll, reckless and wild with frantic purpose, had felt a breeze from the caverns below as they licked their wounds from a long fight with a matriarch spider. The four of them had left camp that day with no plans but to sift through some of the ruined village for trinkets to sell once they reached the city. Astarion loved shiny bits and bobs as much as the next rogue, but he’d give away a handful for a night in a proper bed.
Tav had noted off-handedly that the cool breeze from below smelled of Underdark spores. That was all the Warlock had needed to hear.
He announced his decision midair, with only enough time for Gale to squawk and throw a feather fall spell on them. Tav sighed but then hopped into the abyss, following her valiant lover down to the place she vowed to never return. Gale and Astarion shared an exhausted look between them before jumping stupidly in with the rest of their lot.
They landed softly on a pile of bones from adventurers not as lucky as they to have a quick and clever mage in their camp. Though, Astarion figured most probably fell , only their troupe would be fool enough to jump .
“Brilliant,” Astarion said to Wyll as he dusted off his coat sleeves, “Now we’re here in the Underdark, with no preparations. Any idea where we are or where we should head to? Or, you know, how to get back out?”
Wyll’s face fell for a moment as he took in his surroundings. The Underdark was… immense and alien - charming, for certain - in its odd glowing beauty. But it stretched out around them; big and endless every way they looked. Even glancing up, they could not see the faint light from the cave they had originated from.
“The drow… the drow who took my father, they must be…” Wyll fractured a bit as remorse set in.
Astarion had a moment of pity for him. Humans were so odd; they looked like adults too young. It was easy to forget Wyll was practically a baby amongst them: half the age of Gale, a quarter of the age of Tav and merely a blink in the timeline of Astarion. Wyll looked around them with wide eyes. He was a child who had gotten in over his head and comprehended the consequences too late.
Wyll had been blind with his love fueled panic and rushed into all too fast. Astarion felt an almost paternal pang of sympathy as Wyll looked at the three of them, utterly overwhelmed.
But then Astarion’s elven ears caught the sound of something unknown and unseen skittering nearby and the feeling was quickly gone.
Heroes.
Wyll snapped his head to Tav, an apology and a plea for guidance at once. She gave a quietly resigned sigh and stepped to him, placing her hand on his shoulder and taking the responsibility of his actions from him. Astarion was at once annoyed and grateful; a child would never learn if someone stepped in and cleaned up their messes.
But also, Astarion did not wanted to die down here. His odds of survival were significantly better with her in at the reins. And so he was relieved when Tav took the reins from the boy hero who got them into this mess to begin with.
Wyll relaxed under her touch, nodding deferentially to her. His hell burning eyes shone with adoring puppy love as he looked to her. She gave him a reassuring smile and pressed a kiss between his brows.
Astarion was back to being annoyed again.
“That mountain,” she pointed a gloved finger at a rock Astarion could only faintly make out in the darkness, “Likely births some rivers. Rivers flow into lakes. People accumulate along waterways. We will head that way. No one wander off the path and don’t touch anything.”
She said the last while looking pointedly at Gale. He froze mid step in his curious approach to a glowing pink mushroom.
Gale gave an embarrassed smile, “Forgive me, I’ve only read of the Underdark, never been. Curiosity and cats and all that. I shall keep my hands to myself.” He cocked his head at the mushroom, “Do you recognize its species?”
“I do.” Tav said, resigned, “And that one is benign. They won’t all be. Rule number two of the Underdark: treat every mushroom like it is the exploding kind.”
“What is rule number one?” Gale asked.
“To Not. Touch. Anything. ” Tav repeated, exasperated.
She looked around at the three cats she had been suddenly and unwillingly tasked with herding through a land she knew the dangers of all too well. Dangers that were worse for her tenfold, if she were discovered by the other drow in the Underdark.
She’d forsaken Lolth thirty years before and fled her drow city to seek refuge on the surface. By the surface dwellers, she was treated with suspicion and hostility, but her unmistakable blue Seldarine eyes would trigger immediate violence from her Lolth sworn kin. This settlement she pointed them toward was a coin toss for her, but she didn’t let it show on her face. She was rather good at that, Astarion had learned.
And, to their credit, the three surface-dwellers heeded her obediently as they started picking their way toward the mountain.
It wasn’t an exploding mushroom that eventually got them, but a rumbling of the earth.
“Bulette, fuck” Tav had shouted before the ground beneath their feet exploded.
Astarion had been walking close to Tav at the time, and Tav had been close to the edge of what Astarion assumed was a chasm. He’d fallen into her and they both tumbled over the ledge. Yet, rather than finding their death, Astarion found himself tumbling down a rock ledge covered in soft spongey mushrooms to ultimately land on top of Tav in a pillowy tuft of the miraculous fungi at the bottom.
Above them, he heard Wyll and Gale throwing spells at the bulette. Below him, he heard Tav groan.
“Alright?” He asked both her and himself as he mentally cataloged his bones. They all seemed to be in good working order.
“Yes. Get off me.” Tav grunted.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” Astarion said as he rolled off her. “It appears these aren’t the exploding kind, then?” Astarion asked, looking around at the mushrooms that had saved their lives.
Whatever this fortuitous mushroom was, there was a lot of it, tiny little blue mushroom caps no bigger than his fingernail clustered closely along the rock walls of this four or five meter radius crevice they found themselves in. They sat on the flat, soft cap of a giant version of the mushrooms, perhaps larger as a result of deeper soil to root into. It was dark, even the faint light of the bioluminescent mushrooms from where they’d taken their fall were just pinpricks of light. But neither he nor Tav needed much light to see with their elven eyes as they both looked around the crevice they were in. It was roughly the shape of a circle, not claustrophobically small yet hardly roomy, particularly when shared with another. But Astarion had known cages so small he couldn’t turn around, and those cages had metal floors. This hole in the underdark, padded with mushrooms, was not as bad of a place to find himself as it could have been. And Tav was the most tolerable company of their party, so if he had to be sealed into a small space with someone, he was grateful it was her.
“Whatever we landed on, I’m glad for it. I’ve never had so much luck in one day. Any idea what we’re sitting on?” Astarion asked as he began to feel along the rock walls for anything he could grab onto. But as he tried to get a firm grip, the tiny mushrooms burst under his hand, coating his hands in a pungent, viscous liquid. It wasn’t a bad smell, just strong and reminded him of-
“ Fuck.” Tav groaned again.
Well, yes, actually, that was precisely what the smell was.
“Is it some sort of a time delayed explosion?” Astarion asked gingerly as he wiped the liquid coating his hands on his pant legs.
“Worse, I’m afraid.” Tav sighed.
The sounds of shouting and spells from above stopped, mercifully, so had the grunting and grumbling of the bulette.
“Tav? TAV?!” Will shouted frantically into the rock crevice. Astarion’s ear twitched as it rang, Wyll’s bellowing volume ricocheted around the small space.
“I’m here, Wyll,” Tav called up to him. “I’m alright.”
“Oh, thank Baldurian ,” Wyll’s voice cracked with relief, “I’d have never forgiven myself-“
“I’m here too,” Astarion shouted up, bitterly, “I’m also fine, thanks.”
“Good to hear, Astarion.” Gale said into their rocky cave.
“I can’t see you, Tav. Please, send up a light or a flare or anything so I can see you’re alright.” Wyll pleaded.
Tav acquiesced, a ring of fairie fire encircled herself and Astarion, lighting the small room.
“Oh, thank Baldurian .” Wyll croaked once he saw them, “Thank all the gods, I don’t know what I would have done without you-“ Wyll looked around the rocky walls, clearly seeking a way down. “I’m coming in -“
“Why? So you can be stuck too?” Astarion intoned dryly.
“I’m not leaving you, my love-“ Wyll’s voice trembled.
Ugh.
“Do either of you have any rope?” Tav asked hopefully, “In your packs? The two of you could probably pull us up.”
There was a long pause as the two humans presumably dug through their pockets and pouches. The silence told Astarion everything he needed to hear.
“Goodness, who would have imagined that leaping into the Underdark unprepared would be a bad idea.” Astarion muttered under his breath. Tav heard it, and was close enough to give his shin a swift kick.
“Astarion is right, Wyll, don’t come down or you’ll be trapped too. The best way to help is to find something or someone to pull us out” Tav said reasonably. “Just… just keep walking toward that mountain, you’ll find… a town or … something.”
“And the people in this town?” Gale asked warily, “Can we expect them to be friendly?”
Tav was quiet for a long moment, which was answer enough. “I’ve got 400 gold in my pack at camp. Any soul who can get us out of this hole and the Underdark may have it. People in the Underdark will be helpful for a price.”
“I’ll go, my love, I’ll run there if I have to-“ Wyll began bravely, “I shall return with an army my dear.”
“I’m rather more worried about finding this spot once more.” Gale said, his voice growing distant as he looked around the cliff they’d tumbled over.
“Leave a bottle of alchemist's fire at that ledge. It’s bright enough you should see it but not so bright that it will attract anything we don’t want to attract.” Tav instructed him.
There was a heavy set to her voice, obviously she felt as dubious as Astarion about their rescue team. Astarion and Tav would do swimmingly if the roles were reversed, equally pragmatic and quick in a fight. Astarion and Gale would probably manage, if slowed by bickering. Tav and Gale would probably do fine.
If only it were Wyll stuck in this hole, they might have a more optimistic outlook. It’d be a miracle if Gale and Wyll survived the Underdark without Tav as a reluctant guide; the odds of Gale tripping over an exploding fungus or Wyll getting himself killed by leaping into someone else’s fight were not fantastic.
“Just… be careful. And remember-“ Tav started.
“I love you too.” Wyll finished for her.
Gods, they were fucked.
“And to not touch anything.” Gale answered Tav, more correctly.
After a few more pining goodbyes from Wyll, they finally left. And then it was just Astarion and Tav in uncomfortable silence.
“ I shall return with an army, my dear,” Astarion mocked grumpily.
“Astarion, knock it off.” Tav replied, exhausted.
Astarion did, reluctantly. He and Tav sat in silence for another bit.
“So, what exactly did we land on?” Astarion asked, fixing his voice to be civil. “What could be worse than exploding mushrooms?” Astarion’s mind spun with the horrible possibilities, “Gods, it’s not going to disfigure us, will it? At the first sign of a boil, stab this dagger into my chest.”
Tav rolled her eyes at him and scooted back against the opposite rocky wall. She used to smile at his jokes, now she tolerated them, the same as the rest. Astarion’s jaw twitched as he stowed that surge of bitterness down. He could sulk about it later.
The cave was small but big enough that she had left his arm length, the bottom of her boot in front of her was only a few inches from the bottoms of Astarion’s. Astarion retreated back as well, leaning against the farthest side from Tav as he looked up at the sliver of bioluminescent light from the surface they’d fallen from.
Astarion tore his gaze down from the sky to see Tav loosening the collar of her armor.
“Getting comfortable?” He asked her, “Shall we make bets? I bet that a drow or a duegar or a gnome will stumble upon us before your beloved and then we will have to find them and rescue them from whatever trouble they’ve gotten themselves into.”
“Astarion, knock it off.” Tav said again. A faint bead of sweat began to build along her brow. She wiped it away once she saw him notice it.
“Are you sure you weren’t hurt in the fall?” Astarion asked, taking a deliberate sniff. He smelled blood, but only a little. She likely had nothing worse than a few shallow scrapes.
“Don’t do that.” Tav grumbled of his blood sniffing.
“ Sorry.” Astarion retorted. “If only I’d had the foresight to grab my pack before falling, I could empty it and put it over my head to ease you.”
“Sorry.” Tav said, sounding both tense and regretful, “Sorry, it not you - I’m just-“ She sighed in frustration over the buckle of her armor she couldn’t quite reach.
“Would you like help?” Astarion asked.
“No.” She grunted, twisting her body to try and reach, “Stay over there.”
Astarion raised his hands in surrender, “Very well, die in discomfort if it pleases you.”
With a sigh, Tav gave up, collapsing against the mushroom padded wall, panting. Her weight caused the little fungus to express even more of that pungent aroma, making Astarion’s head and cock twitch.
“You never answered my question, by the way, about what these little mushrooms are. We haven’t exploded yet.”
Tav avoided his eyes, “How perceptive of you.” She grumbled, “These are, Ari’Telum. I would advise avoiding touching or ingesting them - but, well, not much we can do about it now.”
“Are they poisonous?” Astarion asked, turning his head to examine the ones on the wall near his head.
“Very much not.” Tav replied cryptically.
“Fine. Keep your secrets, then.” Astarion rolled his eyes, “The mystery of it all will make my death so much more exciting.”
“We’re not going to die.”
“Perhaps not from the mushrooms. Maybe starvation? Asphyxiation? Perhaps the bulette had a mate- that would be dramatic- starving to death does seem like a dull way to die.”
“They are solitary creatures, there won’t be another.” Tav said distantly.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the rock wall, exposing the column of her neck. Astarion’s lips began to tingle as he looked at her throat; so long and slender, pumping liquid gold through her veins. He felt it in his throat, a vivid dripping memory.
Astarion shook the thought from his head.
“But the rest? What happens if our rescue team needs rescuing and no one comes back for us? With Wyll - gods only know-“
“Stop picking on him. He’s not useless he’s brave and kind- he’s not dumb he’s just… young.”
“He is so young-“ Astarion agreed quickly, “A baby walking around in armor-“
“He’s old enough , Astarion.” Tav said tersely, “So drop it.”
Astarion bit his tongue, but he did not want to drop it.
‘ Perhaps you need a friend, not a lover,’ Tav has told him, turning her head on the pillow they’d shared, her soft naked body warm against his side.
It had been a revelation.
Astarion, selfish and cold. Astarion, lazy and rude. Astarion as Astarion; free at last -in that small sense- to be how he felt and say what he wanted. To be aloof and annoyed and know she would be beside him anyway; setting her tent beside his, being a shoulder beside his at dinner and in a fight. A friend-not a victim, not a John- but a person who knew him- all of him, the unflattering and the unspeakable- and chose to sit beside him anyway.
But then he’d heard her laughter in the night. It was bright and loud and uninhibited. A peek around the tall swaying grass between their camp and a clearing showed her… smiling. Wyll was twirling her around beneath the night sky, smiling as wide and free as she did.
Astarion wasn’t sure what the feeling that lingered after was; sour and irritable. He felt a word at the back of his throat as he watched them grow closer. She began sitting beside him at the fire. She followed him on moonlit walks away from camp, stealing kisses once they thought they were at enough away.
There was this… softness… at the corners of her eyes when he spoke. She had once looked at Astarion like that.
“Ok,” Tav said, resigned, her hand feeling for the buckle of her armor over her shoulder falling in defeat, “Help. Please.”
She turned her back and Astarion scooted forward, reaching for the buckle. It was little wonder she hadn’t managed to get it on her own, the impact of their fall had bent the metal, warping it so it no longer opened. He moved her hair off her neck, making her jump.
“Don’t.” She said, breathily.
“If you lose a handful of hair in this ordeal, don’t blame me.” Astarion replied testily.
Tav hesitated, but the back of her head bobbed as she nodded. She reached behind herself to move her own hair aside.
Her heart was beating so fast, pumping rich blood beneath her salt coated skin. Astarion found himself mesmerized by the beat of her pulse, his mouth watering as he remembered just how rich that blood was, thick and warm as it slid down his throat. He shook his head again, and went to unfastening her.
She moaned with relief as the armor fell off her and Astarion felt a familiar swell in his trousers at the noise. He was reminded suddenly, of the last time she’d made that noise for him, her back beneath his front, her skin soft under his fangs. The smell that of them that last night was vividly familiar to the one permeating his senses now: her and sex and blood.
He leaned forward, just a couple centimeters, to get a better smell of her hair. It smelled like sweat: human and base. He felt the warmth of her skin radiating off her like an aura.
Slowly, he reached a hand up, taking the end of her soft blonde hair in his fingers as he breathed her in deeply again.
She spun around, slapping his hand away, her cheeks glowed warm as she narrowed her eyes at him.
“ Don’t” she said again, before retreating to her side of the cave.
Astarion flashed a rakish smile but nodded, scooting to his own. He still felt her hair between his fingers, the heat of her skin against him. After a moment, he realized he was sweating too. He began unfastening the front of his own lightly padded armor.
“I never would have suspected the Underdark was warm.” He said offhandedly.
“It’s not.” Tav said to her knees, “it’s… it’s the mushrooms.”
“They emit heat?” Astarion asked as he turned his head to look at the ones closest to him. They seemed innocuous enough, cool and harmless.
“No…” Tav sighed, resigned, “They’re a famous and potent aphrodisiac.”
Astarion grinned, certain she was messing with him, “Truly? So, shall we fuck or die? I’ve read that filthy pamphlet, I think.”
“No one is going to die. They’re popular in the brothels of the larger drow cities, they keep the males… eager. People put them in teas and wines when they wish to have a night of… extended and exceptional pleasure.”
“Oh,” Astarion turned his head to look at them once more. “Say, do you think we could make a bit of money from their sale?”
Tav gave him an annoyed look, “They’re used to drug prostitutes.”
Astarion shrugged, “Money is money. And I do say, in my own time of service, a little something to make it more enjoyable for myself would not have gone amiss. I was on my back anyway, I may as well have enjoyed it. “
Tav made a disgusted sound, but turned her head away, “Do as you wish. I do not want any hand in it, I do not want to be around whenever you meet the kind of person willing to buy .”
“Wyll has made you so very dull.” Astarion observed as he began to harvest the small mushrooms around himself.
“He has not-“ Tav began hotly. Was it her fury or the mushrooms that made her cheeks redden like that? Was it the mushrooms that made her breasts rise and fall with her heavy breaths?
Tav slapped an arm over her chest as she followed Astarion’s gaze to her chest. When Astarion raised his eyes to meet hers, they were indignant, yet…glazed in a way Astarion knew to be familiar.
With an annoyed huff, she raised her knees to her chin.
That was a mistake; it lifted the seat of her pants, allowing Astarion to see the small damp spot growing between her legs, seeping through her trousers.
Tav must have followed his gaze again, “ Stop. It.”
“You’re… wet.” Astarion said, his mouth felt suddenly dry, his head light.
“What of it?”
“I just…” Astarion licked his lips, “Do you want… help?”
“ No.”
Astarion blinked back into the present, realizing he had been leaning forward towards her, his mouth open as he stared, entranced, at that dripping invitation between her legs. He remembered how it looked, glistening and flushed, beneath his hand.
Astarion gave a nod and resumed his place on the other side of the cave, resolutely staring at the mushroom covered wall above Tav’s head. Yet the image of his hand sliding her trousers down her legs, revealing that wet, shining cunt he once knew well… all that remained, racing through his mind’s eye as he stared sightlessly anywhere else.
A dribble of sweat began to weave down his spine and he resumed removing his armor coat. His cock, hard, pressed insistently against his trouser laces. He moved to loosen them.
“ Don’t” Tav snapped as he got his hand beneath his waistband.
She looked… desperate. Her mouth soft, her eyes warm and gentle, even as she fought valiantly to blink them back into focus.
“I just need to loosen-”
“You don’t need to do anything. It’s the mushroom spores, it will pass. Keep your pants laced and on.” She ordered sharply.
Oh, the fun they had when she used to order him around.
He forced himself to blink. It was the mushrooms, like Tav had warned. He pinched his eyes and returned to annoyed.
“Well it’s all good and well for you, isnt it?” Astarion snapped, frustrated, “All your merry bits are tucked up nice and neat inside, aren’t they?” Astarion placed a hand over his throbbing cock in his pants, groaning at how the casual pressure felt like a balm over this burn igniting his whole body, “It hurts.”
Astarion knew he was whining. He was reminded, suddenly, of himself as an adolescent, trying to convince a girl that he needed to release or he would die. But he had felt like he might die then, his cock over eager and bursting at the slightest shift of wind. Despite her assertions to the contrary, he wasn’t convinced he wouldn’t die now, so hard that the edges of the cave glowed white.
Tav’s mouth opened and closed a few times as she looked at where his hand laid atop himself, his cock making no disguise as it strained against his light trousers. It felt cramped and claustrophobic, over hot. He longed for the relief of springing it free.
“You’ll survive,” she said shrewdly.
“Just let me loosen it, I promise I’ll keep it tucked away. You needn’t sully your honorable eyes by looking upon another man while your beloved is away.”
Tav hesitated. Astarion pounced on that hesitation, “We don’t know how long they’ll be gone. Just give me a moment. ”
Tav averted her gaze, looking above Astarion’s head to the wall. “Fine. Just… keep it covered.”
“Of course,” Astarion agreed hurriedly, his hands already untangling the fastenings “Of course, Thank you. Your virtue will remain intact, I assure you.”
Tav just grunted and kept her eyes above his head.
Astarion sighed with relief as his cock sprang free, ignoring his promise to Tav and taking the opportunity to fall full and heavy against his thigh. Astarion moved to tuck himself back away, but even the grip of his own hand had him shaking. His cock was throbbing in his fist like a living thing with a mind of its own.
When Astarion stole a glance at Tav to see if she noticed his overstep, he found her eyes trained on his lap, staring his cock in the eye with her lips parted. Astarion dropped his cock from his hand and let her look. It throbbed again, with only the weight of her eyes on it.
“Would it be alright if I…” Astarion ventured, his voice barely a whisper, “Would it be alright if I … stroked it? Just once.”
That snapped Tav out of her horny reverie, her eyes sharp and indignant as they met his,
“No.” she snapped, “Put it away, you promised,”
“It’s just… it feels… so very nice.” Astarion pleaded, his hips bucking involuntarily, making his cock jump, “Just one little stroke, a tiny squeeze at the top, then I’ll put it away. Please.”
Tav’s eyes had fallen back to his lap as his cock had bobbed. She seemed unable to speak; so Astarion took her silence as permission, wrapping his hand around his hardness. His head hit the rock wall as he threw it back, gasping with how it felt to squeeze.
He heard Tav’s heart beat faster, her breath catch, and when he looked over to her, she was watching his hand, licking her lips.
“Looking for a taste?” Astarion murmured.
Tav took a sharp breath at the invitation. It wasn’t the breath one makes before they say no.
Astarion felt a bead of precome squirt into his closed fist.
Tav shook her head violently, her eyes squeezed shut, “ No. Put it away Astarion. I agreed to let you loosen your laces, I didn’t agree to sitting here while you wank off.”
“It hurts,” Astarion pleaded.
“You’ll. Survive” Tav reiterated.
But Astarion didn’t miss the way she squeezed her knees together. She breathed sharply, eyes closed.
“Just… let me come, just once.” Astarion said hurriedly, “Just, keep your eyes closed.”
Tav could only shake her head, her thighs trembling. Gods almighty, he could smell her slick, could taste it on his tongue, could feel it dribbling down his balls as she rode him-
“How about this?” Astarion felt a need to swallow even though his throat felt terribly dry. ”You lay back - think of your hero and his swordplay- I’ll get off right quick on my side of the cave.
”Then we can get dressed and resume ignoring each other. It’s not anything, really. We will forget the other is here, like sailors on a voyage, get the job done, and be done with it. We’ll be free to imagine whomever we choose, so you can just think back to the last time the boy hero swashbuckled you inadequately.”
“We’ve never-” Tav started before her eyes grew wide and she snapped her mouth shut.
“You mean…you and he never…?” Astarion asked, his mind blank.
It made no sense- Wyll and Tav been cuddling up to each other for two tenday- he and Tav had made it… three nights of watching each other out of the corners of their eyes before they found each other in the dark. Surely, he was hearing wrong.
“As in never?”
Tav looked at the mushroom they sat upon and gave a short shake of her head. “He wants to do it proper.”
“What, like in a bed?”
Tav gave him an exasperated look, “In a marriage bed.”
“ No.” Astarion whispered in shock.
No one did that anymore - it was terribly old fashioned, and that was coming from him.
Tav just shrugged and nodded, looking now at the wall of the cave to her side. “I think it’s romantic.”
“It’s stupid is what it is. What if he just lays there like a starfish? He could be absolute rubbish in bed, and you’d bind yourself to him for his entire life? You like it - “
“I like it many ways, Astarion.” Tav snapped at him, “You don’t know all of it.”
Oh, but Astarion knew much about it, nonetheless. He knew how she liked to be taken, rough. He knew how she liked to be rough, bossy and demanding. He knew what it was like to crawl on his knees to her, place his hands behind his back and undo her trousers with his teeth. He had felt her cunt pulse around him as he held her hair and called her a whore.
She was fun. Or, at least she had been. It was almost tragic to watch a fantastic fuck throw in the towel like this.
“So.. the last time you got fucked was…” Astarion trailed off.
“Was with you, yes.” Tav answered tersely.
It had been the night she had seen something behind his eyes as he was inside her, the night she turned to him and promised to be the friend he needed rather than the lover he wanted.
Astarion whistled as he exhaled, “You must be…”
“I am fine.” She said firmly, “Put your cock away and keep your hands at your sides.”
“Would you rather them behind my back?” Astarion whispered.
Tav took a quick inhale.
Astarion laced his fingers together behind his back, forcing his chest forward with the movement. Tav’s eyes fell from his face to his chest, to his pert nipples through his shirt. He rose to his knees, his full cock falling free and pointing directly at her. Astarion lowered his head, blinking at her through his lashes.
“Mother, may I please come while looking at your tits?”
“Knock it off, Astarion.” Tav growled, even as her legs shook, as the damp between her legs darkened.
“Please, Mistress,” Astarion asked again huskily, “Can I touch myself while I look at your tits?”
“Stop being a pervert, Astarion.” Tav warned. Her fingers twitched, her heartbeat racing.
Astarion smirked but swallowed it down. “I’ll be such a very good boy, Mistress, if I can only come while looking at your - “
“ Astarion-“ Tav whined, exasperated. Her hips bucked as she looked at him before her, demure and hard.
Astarion dropped his supplicant tone, “Just let me get off. I’ll be fast then I’ll leave you alone.”
His hands, however, he kept submissively folded behind his back.
“Fine,” Tav said, her voice thin, “But I’m staying fully covered and not watching.”
“Fine,” Astarion agreed, wrapping a hand around his cock quickly.
Astarion tried to be polite about it, he did. He swallowed his cry as his needy cock felt pressure, as his hand slid to and fro. Astarion grunted quietly as he worked himself off efficiently, stroking fast and hard. But there was little he could do about the sound of his working hand, the loud snapping of skin on skin as he tugged. It was satisfying but not quite…
“It’s… It’s too dry.” Astarion complained, his breath panting.
“You’re a big boy, figure it out.” Tav said, her eyes clenched.
And if that didn’t send a spur of heat down his spine.
What an enjoyable, dirty little game it had been: the drow mistress and her love slave. The feeling of dirt and rocks under his knees as she mounted his face, held his hair in her fist as she rode his tongue hard. Astarion didn’t need to breathe, but he did in those moments because they both got off on the sound of her suffocating him and the wet throaty gasps he made as she dismounted and left him there, wrecked and hard with his hands behind his back.
And it had been fun . Perhaps because he knew he could tell her no and she’d hear it without hurt feelings. Perhaps because he had known he could look up at her and see the kind blue Seldarine eyes of a friend, not the red Lolth sworn eyes of a mistress.
Perhaps because she was always the friend he needed, even when she was his lover.
“It’s not working.” Astarion grunted.
How divine it was to stroke his cock, the feeling of his own had was mind clearing relief. But there was something missing. Astarion chanced a glance back at her, she was stubbornly trying to ignore him.
“Open your blouse.” He suggested.
“”Astarion-“
“I won’t touch . Just… just let me see. “ Astarion said throatily, “Just… just one. It’ll help me finish faster, I swear.”
Tav opened her eyes, and as though involuntarily, they fell to his crotch. With a firm blink, Tav raised them back to his own as she reached for the tie of her tunic.
Astarion groaned as her breast fell free. Low and heavy, her nipple hard.
“Play with it.” He ordered her, and almost fainted with hot shock as she did , cupping it in her hand, pinching over her nipple.
She moaned as she fondled herself, her back arching, her hips lifting off the ground. She closed her eyes, facing toward the ceiling and probably imagining her new love.
But Astarion was in no position to look that gift horse in the mouth, so he continued to furiously work himself off, remembering how it felt to suckle that tit in his mouth, how she’d once trembled as he pressed her nipple to his fang.
It still wasn’t quite enough.
Astarion grunted and kneed forward a few inches. Tav froze in her fondling, her nipple hard between her fingers. She watched him with wary, but ravenous eyes.
“Take off your pants.”
She was shaking her head as she dropped her breast, as trembling hands moved to her waistband.
“Can I watch you get off? Just play with yourself and let me see it. I know it’ll get me there.”
“You’ve already seen me do all those things.” She said softy, her voice quivering with heat. “You’re a clever man. Use your imagination.”
“I think… I think I need you to participate. I think that’s what’s missing.” Astarion murmured, his tone feverish to his own ears, “You can keep your small clothes on… let me just see .”
Tav gulped and looked down in shock as her hands began easing her trousers down. Astarion found himself moving closer. Tav looked up as he did, kneeing forward like a perverted fool, eyes on her cunt, jerking himself.
She finished pulling her pants off her legs, leaning back against the wall, her knees falling to the sides.
Astarion choked on his own tongue. Her small clothes so drenched he could see the outline of her lips beneath her panties, slick stuck to every crevice between her legs.
Astarion found himself reaching forward without thought, his fingers on the hand not occupied with himself extended toward that hot center of her.
She lifted her knee heavily, blocking him off. But he saw the muscles in her belly tensing and releasing with every shuddering breath she took.
“Astarion… Wyll.” She protested, her voice weak.
“Isn’t here… won’t know… I mean, just… just a little touch. A finger- just one- and I won’t go… inside .”
The knee she used to block his reach twitched, as though it was fighting to fall back to her side.
“Just let me feel the… heat. Let me feel how wet you are.”
Tav couldn’t seem to speak, so Astarion took her feverish nods as consent enough. He stroked over the soft silk of her panties, pressed a finger between the lips of her cunt.
Tav whimpered, closing her eyes as her hips lurched forward, the heat of her cunt or the need in her voice had his cock leaking precome, the sound of his stroking growing slick as he fisted his cockhead.
“Help, please.” She begged him, looking at him with feral eyes, “One, give me one.”
“Yes, of course,” Astarion agreed; it all seemed very reasonable. She was so wet and so hot , he felt like nothing would be right until he heard that delicious squish of her dripping insides.
He pushed her small clothes aside, scooting closer still so that his hips were between her knees. She rolled her head to the side, her long neck naked, her pulse beating rapidly.
Astarion slid a finger into her.
“ Ngh,” she moaned before she bit her fist, her cunt around his finger fluttered, hungrily gripping his finger and begging for more.
Astarion slipped in a second beside the first and gasped as her cunt hungrily sucked that up too.
“I… can’t. I can’t-“ she gasped, “We have to stop-“
“Yeah-“ Astarion agreed, but he curled his fingers inside her, making her sob in pleasure, her knees shaking. “Turn over.”
Tav froze.
“Let me just… I won’t fuck you, I just-“ Astarion slid his hips forward, his cock nestling between her sopping cunt, throbbing to be inside . “Let me get off like this- I… you’re so…. It’s not- not cheating if you just hold still while I-“
Astarion swallowed, the blood from his brain wholly gone, swelling in his pulsing manhood.
“If- you don’t have to look at me while I-“
Tav nodded.
Then she rolled over onto her hands and knees.
“ Gods” Astarion groaned, scooting closer still, until his cock was nestled firmly against her flaming cunt, his cockhead brushing her clit, swollen and hard. “Yeah, we can just- like this- "he snapped his hips his fingers twisting inside her.
Tav yelped, her hips gyrating against his as she rubbed her cunt along his length. Astarion retracted his fingers, how he longed to taste her. She smelled so good, her dripping slick seemed to be as sweet as honey to him now. He sucked his fingers into his mouth, his tongue pressing between. His fingers were a poor substitute for her clit, for her cunt.
“Just a little taste?” Astarion asked with panting breaths as he rubbed the shaft of his cock between her cunt lips, “It’s not really fucking-“
“Yeah,” Tav groaned, “just, just one- ah ”
Astarion had buried his face into her at the first syllable of her consent, licking one, lingering stroke through her. If he only got one lick, one single salve of this fire inside him, he had to make it count.
As he pressed his tongue over her entrance, he indulged once- only once- and slipped inside, moaning as she clenched . He ended at her asshole and risked her ire, shoving his tongue ruthlessly into her pucker.
She cried in shock, in pleasure, her hand slamming onto the soft mushroom beneath them and her hips back onto his face. He growled, the sound lost in the cheeks of her incredible, muscled ass as he tonguefucked the only inch of her he hadn’t tasted before.
“ Astarion-“ she whined.
“Oh, like he would ever eat ass- I’m only taking what he would leave behind.” He spat.
“No- I-“ she breathed shaking her head, her eyes clenched in shame. “Give me something , please- I need -“
Astarion pulled away enough to watch her shiver. Tentatively, he pressed his hands against her cunt, let his fingers split her folds and saw - the muscles of her entrance spasming- clenching hungrily for -
“The tip” Astarion reasoned feverishly, “just… I’ll just put in the tip - and-“
But he no longer needed to convince her, her heading nodding in agreement, slung between her shoulders.
Astarion leaned back as he fisted his cock, running the head of it through her dripping folds, he found her entrance and pressed-
Tav sighed, relief like she’d never known. Like a hot bath, like resting her feet at the end of a long trek, she groaned into her elbows.
And Astarion quaked.
He shook as he he’d himself back from shoving all the way in. She was tight enough that he could breathe, could see as he cunt swallowed him, the world had stopped spinning for a moment.
But it still wasn’t quite enough.
“More,” she demanded, her voice husky and demanding, “ more.”
And so Astarion let his back arch, like falling, natural and inevitable, as he sank further into her, to his hilt. It wasn’t fucking - not technically- if he didn’t move, if he didn’t thrust.
But to hold still defied nature, defied his need . But he would hold himself back, for her- for his friend- if it was not what she truly wanted. He already regretted how far it’d come, even as his body screamed for him to take it further.
“Alright?” He panted, his voice as strained as his hips as he held himself back.
“ No” Tav whimpered, “just, please .”
She snapped her hips, up and back.
And still, Astarion held himself at bay. He couldn’t give less of a shit about Wyll in this moment. Wyll had taken her from him, had made her laugh and love him, as if it were his right. But Tav… his friend… he would die of this horniness if it would spare her a broken a heart. Was that what friendship was?
“I… I can stop… if you want.” He stammered.
“Don’t stop.” Tav whispered, “ Please .”
Astarions eyes rolled to the back of his head as he lost himself in her desperate tone. Her cunt gobbled him, clenched him in tightness he’d never known before. How right it felt, to be buried inside her.
“Fuck me- just don’t-“
Astarion's madness had already taken him, body and soul, as he clenched her hips in his hands and slammed into her. Their fucking was brutal and fast, he railed her before their minds, their conscience could catch up to them. Even as he took her at a rapid, selfish speed, she trembled beneath him like it was good.
She braced her arm on the cave wall, her eyes shut. Perhaps it was Wyll she imagined, fucking her clumsy and righteous.
That hurt, but not enough to stop.
He shoved off her as he erupted, spraying her cunt lips and thighs with his seed as he fell back onto his ass, longing for the ground as a single bit of reality to anchor him.
“Gods, I-“ Astarion panted.
But Tav was on him then, sealing her lips over his cock as sucking the last of his release from him. Astarion shouted, his cock so pathetic and hard, longing for any source of heat, it pulsed into her mouth as she swallowed the last of him down, moaning like she was starving.
She sucked until there was nothing left, his balls dropping against his taint, sweaty and light.
But he was still so very hard.
Tav mounted him.
And the world made sense again, for a single short moment.
She began to rock, to press her clit- so hard it was almost sharp, again and again against his pubis bone. He took her hips in his hands and studied her as she shivered above him, her breasts quivering and needy.
“Break up with him.” Astarion growled, before leaning up and sinking his teeth into the flesh of her breast.
She shattered then, gasping on nothing as her hands snaked into his hair, holding him firmly to her tit as she sucked the lifeblood from her breast.
Her hips snapped frantically against his as he fed, his cock seeming to grow thicker and larger inside her fluttering cunt.
She fell boneless after she released and Astarion caught her as she fell back, his arms holding her so he could finish his feed.
He finally unlatched, gasping as he looked up at her. She was so… beautiful. He was quite sure he loved her.
“Fuck me again.” She whispered.
And so Astarion rolled her onto her back and did.
She rested her legs on his hips, crossed her ankles, and looked up at him with soft eyes as she begged him to keep fucking her, to stay buried inside her.
“Stay like this,” she gasped, “Forever.”
“Forever,” Astarion agreed as he did just that.
He came again with her hands on his haunches, pressing him into her deeper and deeper. She can twice more on top of him, her hands on his chest and her eyes on his face.
“ Astarion .” She cried out reverently the fourth time she came- on her back again, his face in her cunt.
“ Astarion.” She sighed again, like a prayer.
They laid beside each other, exhausted and spent for a few long moments after they were done.
“Leave him.” Astarion said as they stared at the sliver of Underdark sky on the outside of the top of the cave. “Be with me instead.”
“I-“
“I want you to love me.” Astarion said. Selfish, for certain. He was no hero, he couldn’t make her laugh. “So be with me instead.” He turned his head to look at her, her mouth in a frown, chewing her lip, “I’ll figure out how to love you. I’ll figure out how to make you happy. Leave him. Love me instead.”
“Astarion-“
“I’ll try. I promise, I’ll try. Just... love me.” He said, his tone hard, overcompensating for how his heart shattered. He braced himself, knowing her answer before she said it. She couldn’t love him more than this- she couldn't love him without his cock and his pretty face, the practiced curl of his body as he fucked.
He was unlovable, Cazador had told him so.
“Astarion- I.. I already do.” Tav said softly, “I loved you enough… to let you be free. I would not ask you to be anything for me when you needed time to find whoever you were.”
“I want to be.” Astarion decided in the moment. “I want to be yours and I want you to be mine. So choose me. Leave him.”
Tav turned to look at him, and he turned to look at her.
“Ok.” She whispered, "I love you. I choose you."
"Ok." He agreed, taking her hand in hers.
It was such an innocent gesture, after the filth they had subjected each other to. One more inch of her he'd never known; her heart.
"Tav?!"
It was Wyll's voice, shouting in the Underdark, like a love struck fool. Like a child, desperate and in love. Tav tensed beside Astarion, but did not drop his hand.
Tav and Astarion sat up, gathering their clothes.
"Tav?!" Wyll shouted again.
Tav was lacing her blouse as she stepped into her shoes.
"I choose you." She told Astarion, "But let me tell him kindly."
She then turned to the top of their cave, "I'm here Wyll." She called in response.