Archive of Our Own

The room was filled with the scent of bergamot, rosemary, and brandy, the same smell that you had gotten accustomed to in the past months. First when you met Astarion on the beach as you were looking for a cure for the tadpole in your head, but it was definitely not the only time the scent was vivid in your memories. It was the same scent as when he had kissed you for the first time when you had seen him enjoy the first rays of the sun and seen the scar carved to his flesh, but it was also the scent that lingered in the air when he had carved the same symbol on Cazador’s back moments before ascending in his place.

“Welcome back darling.” Astarion gestured for you to come to him as he sat on the chair once belonging to his old master.

The manor was mostly left untouched by him even after the murderous feast on the dungeon below the main floors a couple of months ago. Astarion had taken Cazador’s quarters as his own, and you believed that part of him wanted to prove himself that the horrors he had gone through in the same rooms wouldn’t catch him again. He had been reading an old book for days now, only joining you late at night and returning back to his chair before you had woken up in the morning.

“I went to get new flowers for you.” You were carrying a big bouquet of red roses. “Good thing that they keep the shops open late for the savior of Baldur’s Gate.”

You looked at the withered flowers on the vase that you had brought to the room last week. Since you had confronted Elder Brain and parted ways with your companions who had been less than fond of your new-found powers, most of the days had gone with just two of you at the manor once belonged to Cazador Szarr, who in the public eye had lost his life in the battle alongside many other nobles.

“They are beautiful, but nothing compared to you, my love.” Astarion finally parted himself from the book and focused his gaze on you.

“Charming as ever.” You smiled, as you gently put flowers in their place. “Ouch.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing, just a thorn.” Your fingertip was bleeding but even the smallest amount of your blood didn’t go unnoticed.

You walked to Astarion’s chair and sat on his lap, as his hand wrapped around your waist. “I know that you would hate to lose a treat.”

“Oh, I absolutely would.”

Astarion took your hand to his, and pressed his lips against the back of your left hand, giving it a tender kiss. As Astarion's lips touched the back of your hand, a shiver ran down your spine, electrifying in its intensity. His kiss was both gentle and possessive, and the sensation felt like a blend of warmth and yearning, echoing a history of stolen moments he had needed to endure during his years under Cazador, not able to feel like he had worth or anyone he could care for. Even when you had first met he had thought you for nothing else than someone to manipulate for shelter, but in the end it was him that wanted to share his eternity with you. For a few seconds, the world faded away, leaving only the feeling of his lips against your skin and the intoxicating scent that filled the room.

“My consort.” He breathed heavily. “You’re always such a delight.”

As Astarion looked at the droplet of blood welling from your pricked finger, his eyes darkened briefly, a subtle, almost imperceptible shift that reminded you of his, and nowadays also yours, vampiric nature. With a reverent tenderness, he lifted your hand closer to his lips and sucked the blood from your ring finger, and a pleasurable shiver coiled through you. His tongue felt cool, yet the sensation was surprisingly warm, coursing through your body, threading veins of heat through you as if he'd tapped into some secret reservoir of your being. With your free fingers, you touched his face, tracing the line of his jaw and feeling the texture of his skin, ever so smooth but bearing the small wrinkles reminding you of the decades he had to suffer under his master.

"Ah, delicious as always." He breathed, looking down to meet your eyes, where he must have seen the reflection of your own desires. “Now, I know you enjoy this, so kneel to me, darling.”

He had the same amused look on his face as when he had first made you obey him, and when you had agreed to spend your eternal life bound to him, sharing a connection stronger than any blessing would. You were bound by blood, and there was nothing to break a bond forged by you.

“I indeed do.” You smiled at him. “And I know you enjoy me a thousand times more.”

Not many moments after that, you gazed up at Astarion, both his and your clothes thrown to the corner, his cock in your hands as you licked the length of him. There was no rush, as you had all the time in the world, so you had decided to take as long as you wanted to please him, and what you had learned was that Astarion didn’t complain when you did. You might not have had the experience he did when it came to please the other part so moving slowly was something you took advantage of, and when you took his tip to your mouth, a low gasp left Astarion’s lips.

Astarion’s voice was like a fine wine aged to perfection to you; how he reacted to your touch and how you were able to take him to where he had longed to be for decades. You looked up to meet his eyes, red meeting red, you taking more of his length by every passing second, not losing your gaze from him as his hand moved to your hair.

“Good little pet.” Astarion gasped. “How much I love you.”

Your actions elicited another breathless gasp from Astarion, cutting his sentence as his cock pushed the back of your throat, although only for a second.

"Oh, you do know how to make an eternal life interesting." He sighed, a knowing smile creeping onto his lips.

As much as you wanted to please him as much as possible, you had to admit that taking the whole length of his cock to your throat was a task you couldn’t keep up for eternity. Still, with each touch, each gentle pull in your hair, and each lingering moment, it was as if you didn’t want anything but him. You continued for a while, taking him the best you could, until your eyes watered as he looked down at you, his eyes aflame with a fervor that you had come to adore.

"My beautiful consort," he breathed. "You are... an ineffable delight. Come here."

Astarion took your hand to his own, pulling you up to his embrace.

“Please take me Astarion.” You whimpered, his cock pressing against your inner thigh.

“Shh, I will.” Astarion whispered. “But first, don’t think I was sated with just a drop of you.”

Astarion’s hands moved to frame your face, his thumbs caressing your cheekbones as his eyes bore into yours, the ruby-red depths seemed to draw you in as if you could sink into them and never return. He leaned in to kiss you softly, his lips meeting yours in a tender embrace that had your heart racing, and with a final, lingering touch, he pulled away, and his gaze dropped to your neck. You knew what he wanted, what he needed, what he would take.

"May I?" His voice was almost a whisper, but laced with a yearning you couldn't ignore.

You nodded in response, tilting your head to one side, offering yourself to him. A sigh escaped your lips at the first brush of his cool mouth against the warm skin of your neck, his lips pressed gently to your flesh.

You felt the prick of his fangs, sharp but almost imperceptibly so, puncturing your skin with precision, to the same spot that had already scarred from the multiple times he had tasted you. As Astarion drew the blood from your veins, a jolt of pleasure went through you, making your body hot and so intense it was almost indescribable. You felt as if the very essence of your being was being drawn into him, and your body ached to get to feel more of him.

“I know you want more.” He purred seductively.

“I beg you for more, my lord. ”

“And I never get tired of you saying that, love.”

With a quick movement, Astarion buried to you, making you gasp as your body filled with him. The blood dripped from the fresh wound on your neck, trailing to your breasts as you rode him, feeling how Astarion’s cock pushed into the deepest parts of your body. It didn’t matter how many times you had had him, he always felt as good as the first time at the camp after saving tieflings from the cult of the Absolute. Your hands wrapped around his neck as Astarion made you bounce on his lap, your body melting around him as his cock parted you in every right way, making you feel like you were burning.

“Yes, tell me you want more.”

“Please Astarion.” You cried as he made your body remember his shape. “Please continue - - please, give me more.”

With a fluid movement, Astarion lifted you off his lap, and with a dexterity that was second nature to him, he set you down on the antique desk beside the chair. Papers and a few stray books were pushed aside, and tomes worth of fortunes were not something to consider in the wake of a passion that seemed to consume all else.

“I want to see you when you beg for me, my love.”

Astarion thrusted to you, making you gasp as the whole length of his cock buried into you, and his hands intertwined with yours. Before you had any time to react, he pinned your hands on top of your head, forcing you to stay still as his eyes pierced through yours with hunger and lust. You didn’t resist when his hands pressed yours against the expensive wood of the desk, making you vulnerable to him, as he continued working on your body with the expertise of decades, doing every movement just right for you to whimper and cry from the pleasure coursing through your body.

Astarion's eyes lingered on the love bite, the small puncture wounds he had left on your neck, and some on your shoulders that were in various phases of healing. He drank from you every night, and every night you got to taste him, as well as taste yourself from his lips as you enjoyed your eternity.

"You look utterly beautiful like this. All mine, for all of our eternity." He smiled, voice tinged with a heady combination of lust and adoration.

A shiver ran through you at his words, his and his for eternity .

Astarion’s hips pounded against yours, and you felt how he grew in you, clearly close to reaching his climax. You wanted him, all of him, and he knew that, with a smile on his face unlike he had had for a long time before meeting you. You whimpered and begged for him as trails of fire coursed through your body, making it burn hotter than any sun ever would, as Astarion made you feel like no man had ever had before him.

"You’re the only one I would ever spend my eternal life with, Astarion." You cried, reaching the peak of your pleasure. "Every single day, until the world ends and the stars burn."

His eyes shimmered, taking on an emotional depth that he had rarely shown before.

"And you, my love, are my salvation." Astarion grunted as he buried himself deep into you, sending you over the edge yet again.

Your body clenched around him, not willing to let go, because even when you had all of the time, you still wanted to feel him as long as you possibly could. Your hands clung to him as soon as he released them from his hold, gripping his shoulders tightly as he laid his lips to your neck, drinking deeply. Your body screamed from both pain and pleasure as he drank, making you light-headed from all of the feelings your body went through at that moment. And then, almost as soon as it had begun, he was pulling away, licking his lips to catch the last drops of your blood. Your eyes met, and you saw your own dazed expression reflected in his visage.

"That was...amazing." You breathed, still feeling the tingling sensations where his fangs had entered your skin, and how his body had consumed you just moments before.

"I told you, my love." Astarion said with a smirk. "I would never be sated with just a drop."

The two of you were bound in ways that could not be easily broken, bound by love and by blood. And as you gazed into Astarion's eyes, you knew with startling clarity that you wouldn't have it any other way.