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‘Indulge me, my darling, if you will.’
Astarion clasped his hands in front of him expectantly, seeming to consider his words carefully.
‘Or if it pleases you,’ he added, his tone wavering yet never losing its seductive purr.
You slowly raised one eyebrow, appraising him expectantly. You had no idea what you’d gotten yourself into.
‘I’ve found somewhere for us… somewhere we can indulge. Delight in the depths of each other. Delight in pleasures of a more… carnal nature. And might I add - delight uninterrupted.’
You sighed. You remembered very well, the frequent interruptions of your companions, of some stray creature wandering into the camp. The many attacks that had you thrusting Astarion away from you, scrambling into your clothes as you tripped over mislaid weapons and armour in your eagerness.
‘Speak now or forever hold your peace,’ you answered him dryly. ‘I can see you are practically bursting at the seams.’
‘Oh, I am, darling,’ his words were breathy, gushing, oozing with adoration and impatient desire. He glanced over your shoulders with a coy smile as he framed your cheek with his fingertips, before leaning in to whisper against your ear softly:
‘I’ve been keen to taste you. I’m nothing short of deprived, my dear.’
You shuddered as his fangs whispered across the tiny hairs on your skin. He left a parting kiss on your cheekbone, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.
‘Meet me here,’ he said, glancing emphatically at the nearby tree. It was distinct because of its bowing trunk, and unusual indigo leaves. You nodded and he smiled at you, his gaze laced with desire as it focused dark and heavy upon your flushed lips.
‘But later,’ he whispered silkily, his tone filled with promise. ‘I’ll be waiting, darling.’
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Some time had passed and the evening had settled into a monotonous few hours of preparing tents, assorting armour, and cleaning off the stray blood stains. You bathed briefly in a nearby river, washing off the scum, and blood until it ran in rivulets past your strong shoulders. You knew you were being watched, the presence of Astarion was fleeting, heavy but fleeting, building anticipation.
As you craned your head over your shoulder, your senses gave you the distinct impression of where he was. He shot you a smouldering look as he stepped out of the shadowy undergrowth. The moonlight cast an arrow of light through the canopy of navy leaves that swooned over him. You draped your hair over your shoulder and turned to face him. You were unabashed by your nakedness, revelling in the strong contours of your lithe body.
You could see his chest rise and fall, so helplessly a victim of his own desire. You knew he’d only come to prowl, to stalk his prey so to speak, it had been unlikely he was seeking you. You were interrupting a man out for his dinner… but now his hunger was different. It’d taken on a new form.
Continuing to wash yourself gently with the water, you gazed at him, carefully concealing the amusement in your expression.
‘Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to play with your food?’ You said, wading up to him slowly.
He swallowed, releasing a small chuckle. But you could see the instant he recovered, that beguiling smile seeping onto his dimpling cheeks.
‘Ever the pleasure, aren’t you, my dear? Come now, only a couple of hours more.’
You stepped out onto the river bank, dripping. His gaze followed a droplet as it wove a glistening tendril from your scalp, over the soft pleat of your eyelid, to the gentle divot in your jowls, and under your jaw, winding down the column of your proud neck, where he could almost taste your pulse.
He had not realised how close you were, how easily he relapsed to the call of your hypnotic pull. A charged lull connected you. In tandem, you reached for each other. His hands framed your face, drawing you in, his lips hovering over your cheek. He allowed himself to take in your fragrance. Hunger and impatience gnawed at him. Yet he knew he’d be a better lover for letting the anticipation build.
You arched against him and he yielded to your silent request ever so slightly. Allowing your lips to brush, he caressed a long line from the sensitive flesh of your ribs to the slope of your pelvis. You could feel his smile against your lips, the soft cooing moan that passed them as he regarded you with growing adoration, like he was shushing a needy little creature.
You inhaled helplessly as he drew delicate little circles on your lower belly, his hands insufferably cool, forever teasing with the promise of going lower. When he withdrew, you straightened, the coil snapped, remembering to breathe, awareness of the wind, of the cold, of the silence of the lake seeping in.
His eyes were wine dark, scalding you in their scintillating intensity. He took a steady step back, his fangs peeking out from his coy smile, and retreated back into the shadows, and like that, he was gone. You had the impression he wasn’t too far, but you continued to bide your time, drying yourself with some furs you’d laid on the river bank.
Later, for Astarion, was often past midnight.
You found him waiting, leaning against the boughs of the yawning indigo tree. His hand idly caressed the bark, the moonlight catching on his slender ivory fingers. It cast a flattering halo over his grey curls, catching on the slither of skin revealed by a partially laced tunic. The tight leather hugged his refined waist. He noticed you before you made yourself known, but he waited before he faced you, his gaze hypnotic and appraising.
‘There you are, my darling.’
He stepped closer, into your space, as a predator seduces his prey, as your eyes met his with wonder. His fingers slipped into your own, caressing your knuckles as he held your hand in a loosened grip.
‘I’ve been waiting,’ he added softly. His other hand grazing over your cheek, as your gaze searched his own.
‘Indulge me,’ he said, stepping away from you. Smiling slightly, you followed him, a whisper of childish playfulness rushing through you. You shot him a bemused glare as you followed him through some brambles, gracelessly tripping.
‘Indulge me,’ you parroted mockingly, as you picked the twigs out of your hair.
You could almost hear his eyes roll as he scoffed. A few more branches caught in your hair and he raised one brow. You did not possess half the grace as you lover did, weaving his way through the trees like a wayward nymph.
‘It appears nature loves to adorn you in his gifts.’
‘Yes,’ you shot back. ‘I’m covered in unsolicited jewellery.’
‘Now, now,’ he stopped to pick a few brambles out of your hair with a fond smile. ‘That won’t do, my darling. You are mine… and, naturally, mine alone.’
Sensing your frustration, he fixed your hair carefully, before continuing on as you were. Although your annoyance wasn’t genuine, it had been a long walk. Your feet were beginning to ache and you were starting to feel lacklustre regarding your unwise little adventure. Just as you were about to put an end to what you felt was the silly, wrongfully invested indulgence you’d granted, he stopped.
Your nose collided with his back, and you released a groan, holding it as you glared at him. His lips quirked at the corner, another one of his playful yet infuriating eccentricities. Slowly, you opened your eyes, and stepped out of the shadow of his silhouette.
Before you was a spring, steaming, the warm waters beckoning you. The moon cast a shimmering radiant whorl over the surface of the misty water. He dipped his thumb in the water, testing it carefully, before wiping it under your nose. As he lifted his trembling hand, you could see the droplet of blood quivering on his thumb. Gently, he smeared it over your lip, the colour blossoming on your heated skin.
‘Come here, my darling.’
More sultry words had never been spoken, but you could see the desperation radiating off of him. The neediness in his slightly furrowed brows, in the way his smile trembled at the corners, his lips twitching as though bursting with unspoken words, and pleas and praise.
Cautiously, you approached him, tasting the coppery flavour lingering in the crimson streak in your lips.
‘I want to lose myself in you,’ he expressed. ‘I’ve been waiting. Aching to know your beauty again. To cover every inch of you with myself, to feel your pleasure. My pleasure. The collective delight of our melded flesh. Come. Let me undress you.’
He unlaced your tunic with delicate fingers, the fabric caressing your ribs as you raised your arms. He slipped you out of it and allowed it to drop, as its weight pulled it dangling, to slide off of your wrist and pool in a crumpled heap on the floor. Next his hands untied the leather strap that held your breasts, gathering them in the palms of his hands and smiling appreciatively. His cool hands smoothed down your sides, stopping at the waistband of your leather trousers. Your belt yielded under his dexterous fingers, each breath that came from you both, more shaky than the last.
‘Astarion…?’
‘Yes, my divine?’
His eyes twinkled as he glanced up at you.
‘Must you move with such torturous, geriatric leisure?’
He scoffed out a pleased purr, that melted into a chuckle as he shook his head.
‘So impatient, darling. So… eager.’
He cast the belt to one side and smiled.
‘Just as I like you,’ he purred, as an afterthought.
As you stepped out of your leather trousers and kicked them aside, he knelt and lifted you. His strength thrust you up, and your legs instinctively locked around his hips, your arms lacing around his neck as you gazed up at him.
Slowly, he waded into the water. You let out a gasp of surprise at the warmth of the water as it lapped against your ankles, your grip tightening. He smiled into your hair as he walked until he was submerged, your faces and shoulders hovering above the steaming surface. You swept the hair from your face and released a delighted laugh.
‘Warm water!’ you exclaimed. He could see your amazement was partially sarcastic and yet genuinely pleased.
‘There is no greater pleasure or luxury,’ you continued, smiling wryly.
‘I can think of a greater pleasure,’ he said. His eyes were unsubtle, and so was his tone. You could feel him pressed against the space between your thighs, and ground down against him.
He tutted, shaking his head.
‘Don’t you know you are my prey, darling? Oh no, this won’t do.’
He continued to tut, his smile deepening until his dimples cut divots into his cheeks, and his fangs glistened.
‘This won’t do at all.’
Parting from you, he turned and thrust you against the bank of the river. Your breasts grazed lightly against the slippery rocks as you steadied yourself. Fortunately, there was nothing there that was too jagged.
You heard the wet slap of his tunic being discarded and his pants.
You gasped as you felt him against you. The tip of his cock teased your entrance, idly rocking back and forth with his hips. You could hear him suck in an audible gasp, as his hand slipped over your lower back, pressing down on you to create a superficial angle. He slipped in half way with one stroke after working you up all day, and then refused to move. You bit your lip, squirming at the fullness.
‘Oh God,’ you whispered.
‘He can’t hear you,’ Astarion replied mockingly, his breath shaking although he never missed a beat. ‘Do try to reach him by being a little louder - perhaps?’
You moaned in defiance as he started rocking against you.
‘I know you can be louder than that, dear…What about last time when everybody heard us? I long to hear you again, so uninhibited. Let the world hear your pleasure.’
You were seeing stars when his other hand slipped over your front, caressing between your wet thighs as he finally bottomed out in you with the last few inches. You clenched, drawing him in as he pressed buttery kisses to your shoulder, his lips hazy, velvet and damp. You turned your head and his lips met yours, as he rolled his hips in small circles, barely giving you the friction you needed. Your hands reached back, clasping at his tapered waist as you moaned.
The blood on your lips heightened his senses, drew a heavy, potent tension between his thighs, the line between control and inhibition wavering and crumbling. He nosed his face against your neck, feeling your pulse against his lips as he worried his fangs against your skin. He was asking, begging, needing you to surrender to him. Your hesitance gave him pause, and his lingering was subtle enough, no more than an instant and a half, before he continued down your back in silent understanding, withdrawing from you as he knelt between your thighs.
Parting your cheeks, he flicked his tongue against your clit, laving and teasing until your hips bucked and your thighs quivered. He released an appreciative groan as his tongue slipped into you, tasting himself and you on his tongue. He gently thrust his tongue in and out, dexterously curling against your walls until you gasped his name in heavy sighs.
You were so close.
When he withdrew you were enraptured by him, entranced. You swayed on your legs, aching, heavy headed, pregnant with desire. You could feel a whisper of the slick from his tongue like delicate strings sparkling between your thighs. He turned you to face him, holding your gaze as he smiled coyly.
A pearl of his essence rested on your belly. He swiped the droplet with his thumb, and ran it over your lips before tasting them. There was something sweet lingering on his tongue as it joined yours, your eyes fluttering shut with bliss as he anchored you to him. He eased into you again, steadying himself against the wet rocks as he groaned. The sound was a purr, something drawn out, feline, hungry. You could feel the thick, heavy moans vibrating in his chest against your skin. Yet they were only audible to your ears.
‘Surrender to me, my darling.’
He held your gaze - a show of dominance, a need to show you he could do as he pleased. You moaned as he sped up, your head lolling on your neck as your sighs grew more hoarse and elongated.
‘Oh, surrender to me,’ he pleaded breathily.
With a pleasured cry, you tilted your head to one side, arching into him as he cupped the back of your head, his fingers weaving tightly into your hair.
‘My pleasure is yours,’ he moaned, his words muffled against your neck as his fangs sunk into it. ‘All of it,’ he kissed and lapped where he licked, drawing so much blood you felt light headed. ‘All of it - yours, darling.’
You gasped as he sunk in deeper, your pulse leaping and quickening. His thrusts both quickened and deepened, matching the tempo of your pulse, his hand a vice in your hair. You screamed with pleasure as your vision whitened, your core tightening, pleasure cascading over you.
‘Astarion, Astarion,’ you were almost crying, trembling with pleasure, your cheeks wet from the intensity of your orgasm, as you fumbled for him blindly, holding him close.
‘I’m here, darling, I’m here.’ He clasped you close, his voice catching and breaking as he smothered his face into the crook of your neck, panting.
‘I’m yours, darling,’
You felt his breaths begin to slow as he leaked out of you into the warm water. He gently lowered your trembling thighs to your sides, stroking the dampness from your cheek. The two of you remained like that for a few minutes, gently caressing each other. His nose pressed against your pulse as he cleaned the blood that trickled down your collarbone.
Taking a deep breath once satiated, he smiled.
‘Well now,’ he said, having recovered. ‘Aren’t you a little mess?’
He gave a sultry chuckle at your surprise. His refractory period never ceased to both astonish and amuse you.
‘Aren’t you glad you indulged me, beloved?’ He tilted his head, looking to draw out even a hint of playfulness in you if he could.
You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you continued catching your breath.
‘We should clean up,’ you said, glancing emphatically at him. The corners of his eyes creased wryly as he gradually lowered himself between your thighs in the water.
‘Indulge me,’ he said, his eyes heavy with promise. ‘My darling….’