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Astarion could smell it the second Rowan entered the House of Hope, even as he lounged tucked away in the boudoir. He could almost picture it, how her pleasure soaked through her undergarments, threatening to spill down her thighs. He felt his length stiffen, groaning as her smell overtook his senses. Her light footsteps trailed toward him, only fueling his resolve to take her and make her his.
He was filled with pent-up frustration that wouldn’t exhaust, wouldn’t relent, no matter how many people he took to bed. Of course, it was different with her. When joined together, they became one, fusing in a mix of ecstasy and intimacy. He prayed to no one in particular that this hadn’t changed.
He cursed under his breath, loath to accept his new reality. Just a few weeks ago, he had been in the arms of his lover, but that was before Raphael.
Pulling out a well-kept parchment emblazoned with bright red ink, the archdevil had recited the terms of their deal. “… And if the aforementioned party fails to meet their end of the agreement, I am bound by the hells to collect the soul of a willing member of this…” He gestured toward the group “… ensemble of vagabond strays.”
How quick Rowan had been to volunteer herself, and how foolish he had been to intervene. He wasn’t even sure of why he did it. He had many fond memories of her, that was true, but he always defaulted to self-preservation. He couldn’t recall a time when he’d looked out for someone else.
Did he do it out of jealousy? Not wanting someone to put their hands on his lover? Possessiveness?
He recalled how Raphael’s lips curled up in a devious smirk, causing his chest to tighten in fear of his fate.
Raphael tapped his fingers against his chin for dramatic emphasis, feigning consideration before speaking again. “You little mice shouldn’t have come to play if you weren’t ready to be caught by the cat,” he tutted. “And you shouldn’t have thought to mess with my favorite toy.”
Astarion swallowed before speaking in a whisper, “Haarlep.”
Raphael nodded with foreboding eagerness laced in his tone. “And what a fine replacement you’ll make.”
His appearance had always been a sore subject for him, but now he could see himself in all his devilish glory. Pointed horns poked through his white curls, and a set of large wings interrupted the elaborate scars on his back. He wasn’t sure if it was better to live in blissful ignorance of his looks now that he’d become so grotesque.
His tail twitched anxiously behind him as he waited for Rowan. He was fortunate that Raphael had allowed his companions to say their farewells before he underwent his transformation, but now he only felt dread at the thought of her reaction.
He threw his head back onto the pillows, letting his body sink into the bed. Shutting his eyes, the anticipation coupled with his mounting desire was overwhelming. His skin was feverish from his wanton lust.
“Astarion?” Rowan looked at him with her head cocked, staring at him curiously. He whipped his head up, readying himself.
He flexed his tail and leaned back on his arms, putting his scantily clad body on display. The leather straps hugged his chest perfectly, bringing out the firmness of his pectorals. His wings splayed out from behind him, slightly trailing off the ends of the bed. He didn’t need to look to see his growing bulge, pulsing underneath his leather bottoms– skin tight and irresistible, just as Raphael intended.
It was hard to think when he felt like this– when he wanted her this badly. His tongue felt wet and heavy; it was a chore to get the words out, especially as her scent was now irresistibly strong. Trying his best to summon his usual bravado, “Don’t I look positively radiant in red? I think the color suits me rather well.” He gestured towards his newfound form.
“What has he done to you?” She rushed to his side, pausing beside the bed. It took everything he had not to pull her up to him and rip off her clothes right then and there. She was doe-eyed and innocent, a picture of virtue. Oh, how desperately he wanted to drag her into damnation along with him while she cried out his name.
“I would say it’s rather obvious, hmm?” Slowly loosening his restraint, he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped her legs around his waist. Astarion held her close, making sure she could feel his growing bulge. She groaned, feeling him press into her groin ever so slightly, just enough to leave her wanting more.
“Or maybe you’re not fond of this appearance…” Astarion’s figure flickered in front of her before his skin flushed from head to toe. He returned to his elven form as his demonic features dissolved.
His shapeshifting abilities were erratic at best, but he was loath to accept that he couldn’t have his way with her because of his unsightly transformation.
“I-no,” Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment before she ducked her head. “G-go back… Change it back. Please.”
His eyebrows shot up, and he lifted her head back up to meet his stare. There was a fire in her eyes that rivaled the flames of Avernus that raged within him.
“Whatever you desire, my darling.” In the blink of an eye, he returned to his cambion form. She shivered, feeling her wetness growing.
He untied her robes, exposing her breasts, watching her chest heave with heavy breaths. Pulling them over her shoulders, they pooled at her waist, putting her on display.
Rowan whined, recognizing his efforts were forcing her resolve to crumble. “I came back to get you out of here– I’m not leaving without you.” Her eyes narrowed at him, but he ignored her stare, letting his hands stroke her back and trail down to her ass.
“My my, how chivalrous. Well, one wicked turn deserves another…” His tongue flicked down her breasts, watching her nipples perk up in arousal. “You know, you’ve been quite the loyal pet, I think you deserve a treat… Wouldn’t you agree?”
Words were too far from Rowan’s grasp. She was deep in the throes of desire, suddenly feeling pained by the emptiness in her womb. She babbled incoherently, her body feeling faint. She was glad to be held up by Astarion’s strong arms, as she wasn’t confident in her ability to hold herself up.
His eyes met hers again, and he smiled in delight when he noticed the change in her. Her eyes were hazy, consumed with want. Ah, there it was.
Her heat.
Astarion grabbed her jaw, his fingers pinching into her cheeks, squeezing her– hard. She yelped at the harshness of his touch, but the pain slowly dissolved back into yearning.
“Darling, I’m afraid I’ll need you to speak up– unless you don’t want to have a little fun…” He began to withdraw from her playfully, and Rowan felt naked with his touch.
She leaped at him, pinning him down. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight of a small thing like her trying to hold him down. He flipped them both with ease, finding himself overtop her– right where he belonged.
Rowan wriggled under him, but it was no use. Astarion was far stronger than she even as a vampire spawn, so she was no match against his cambion form. He towered over her, far larger than she remembered.
“No! Stop– don’t stop.” Her eyes widened with desperation, and her voice dropped low, “I need you.”
She saw it in his eyes– how he admired her, aching for more. She was ordinarily their headstrong leader, but in the bedroom, Astarion could easily force her into submission. She was compliant– malleable. And she liked it. She was no stranger to power struggles in her many years of adventuring, but she never realized how good it felt to give in. To relinquish her control.
“Good girl,” he purred. “You’ll have to be patient… I’ll be taking my time with you.” She groaned at the thought of prolonging her release indefinitely. Her eyes were blown wide and her legs were completely drenched in her slick. She was a vision of lust-filled despair.
Her cheeks were bright red, rivaling the vibrant tone of his skin. She began to rub herself furiously against him, trying to soak in any trace of her lover. Their scents mingled from the constant friction.
Rowan’s hunger only fueled his own. He was accustomed to savage hunger, but this was something entirely different– far more primal. Gone were the days of his bloodlust.
The tip of his nose nudged against her bare neck and passed along the twin indents from when he was still a vampire spawn. “I do love this, my sweet. How everyone from here to Evereska knows you’re mine. ” He continued to take in her scent, flooding his mind with a wave of euphoria. “But there’s no need to be coy, how about a little reminder for you? Let me mark you.”
From the domineering tone in his voice, she knew he wasn’t asking. Astarion was merely warning her of what was to come, and it left her breathless. The slick was beginning to collect, seeping down her legs, removing the friction to allow their bodies to grind together with ease.
The sharp pain in her neck felt different from what she was used to; instead of the usual chill, his bite sent blistering heat through her. Rowan was hot to the touch, her hair plastered to her head, and lines of sweat running down her body.
She was a mess, but it didn’t deter him. If anything, her physical responses to his touch only increased his efforts, seeing how her body reacted to him. He wanted to devour her and take everything she had to offer. Once Astarion fucked her raw, he would fill her with his warmth.
His claws massaged her plush thighs, and he let his sharp nails dig into her, drawing another cry from her. She was full-bodied and delicious. Even without the bloodlust, the pheromones fused in her sweat made his cock twitch. His tongue explored the skin on her neck while he continued to latch on with his fangs.
Her hands sought out his horns, gripping them for balance. Her grip tightened as his teeth sank further into her skin, drawing a howl from her.
“Oh, fuck! Astarion, gods, it’s too much,” her cries faded into unrestrained moans as his tongue continued to swirl around her skin.
Finally, he withdrew from her, placing chaste kisses on her neck to soothe the wound, murmuring a quick apology.
A few idle trickles of blood ran down to her shoulder. Swiping it up with his forefinger, he painted her lips scarlet with blood, watching her tongue lap it up eagerly.
“I only thought it fair for you to get a taste as well,” He rocked her slowly, holding firm on her waist. Her wetness was everywhere now, staining the sheets and covering their lower bodies in a glossy sheen.
“Far be it from me to get in the way of someone’s appetite,” Astarion punctuated the last word with a growl that only seemed to emphasize his own hunger.
Brushing the hair from her wet forehead, he met her eyes again, looking at her intently. Though he didn’t admit it, she knew it was taking all he had to hold himself back. Rowan had only seen that intensity in his eyes once before– when they had been stuck in the Underdark for weeks, not a boar or kobold in sight. His eyes were sunken in, pupils dilated to the point where she could only see the black of his eyes. He was ravenous, only finding relief when she agreed to let him feed on her.
“What do you want?” Her voice was breathy.
His laugh was hearty and loud, stirring her want even further. It felt nearly impossible that he could make her feel this way without even touching her. She felt more trickles of pleasure dribble down her thighs, face reddening in embarrassment.
“My little lover, I think I should be asking what you want.” His eyes flickered down, calling attention to her undeniable arousal that was growing by the second.
“Astarion, I-I’m not sure what’s happening.” Rowan ducked her head to avoid his gaze, and he stroked her hair, trying to ease her tension.
He quirked an eyebrow at her, encouraging her to continue. She huffed, frustrated at not having been given an out. It was embarrassing enough that she was a hot, sweaty mess, but now he needed her to admit it.
“Well, for one, I don’t think I’ve ever–” Rowan bit her lip, “–been this wet.”
His hand snaked down between her legs and began to toy with her clit. He swirled around her swollen folds in lazy circles, making her head fall back in ecstasy.
“Am I not a capable lover?” He continued teasing her, and she furiously shook her head, unable to form words. “Hmm, is there something else you’re not telling me?”
She looked at him, mouth parted to speak, but she paused. His eyes narrowed, “I only want to take care of you, my sweet, but it’s difficult when you’re not being honest with me. You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”
She shook her head again, but he pinched her fold, causing her to wince. He tsked, “I recall telling you to use your words earlier. Be a good girl for me, will you?”
“It-it hurts,” she groaned, rocking her core against his groin, trying to relieve the ache. “It’s like I need you inside of me, I want you buried in me. Gods, I need to feel your warmth spilling into me.”
“Of course you do, darling,” He spoke as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re in heat.”
“H-heat?”
“Mmmm, a lovely effect of this curse– definitely the one I’m most fond of,” Astarion purred. He closed his eyes, drawing in a sharp breath. “I’ve been waiting for this– to mark you as mine. To bury my cock deep inside of you and fill you with my seed.”
“Our bodies are drawn to one another; yours simply cannot resist the urge to breed. Bound by sweat and blood, you’re mine. My mate .”
Rowan was admittedly worried about what this all meant, but her body’s needs outweighed any arguments she tried to come up with. Her cunt ached, her walls contracting as if it were trying to hold onto his hard member that it so desperately yearned for. The emptiness of her womb felt far more apparent.
“I'm yours,” she repeated, her head murky. Her words hardly felt real as they slipped from her tongue; all she knew was that she would let him do practically anything with her, to her.
“That’s it now, give yourself to me.” Astarion lowered her head onto the pillows, watching how her hair splayed against the satin sheets in a halo. He pulled off her remaining clothes with ease, carelessly tossing them away before freeing his own cock. It bobbed against his chest, already dripping precum.
Her eyes widened as she took in its size, not realizing that all of him grew with his transformation, though it made sense. She wondered if he would even fit inside her, even before, she was so tight for him. Astarion swiped a finger across her chin, wiping off a line of drool that had spilled from her mouth. Oh gods, now she was salivating over him.
She swallowed, feeling her tongue go slack. She tried to move, but her muscles were weak, and her body wouldn’t comply. He enveloped her, his head resting just above hers, his breath warm on her skin.
Astarion was almost gone. There she was, the lover he had dreamed of having in his arms once again. And they both knew it, both aware of his collapsing resolve.
“Fuck me,” Rowan groaned. He looked at her incredulously. She couldn’t be serious. She couldn’t know what she was asking for, what he was capable of now. He wasn’t certain he could stop once he was inside her.
Noticing his hesitation, she doubled down, “ Fuck me.” Her nails sank into his back, slightly grazing over his back, causing a shiver to run down his spine.
He positioned himself perpendicular to her, laying a thigh over hers. His leg glided over hers easily, guiding him into her with the slick that continued to pour out of her. He let the head of his cock begin to slip into her cunt as he positioned himself at her entrance.
With one punishing thrust, he was inside of her, but looking down, she saw that he was barely halfway in. Horrified, she watched as he slowly buried himself inside of her, inch by inch. Her vision blurred as her walls stretched farther than she thought possible, but somehow her body accommodated him.
Her hands found purchase on his wings, gripping tightly on the bony ridges. His eyes rolled up from the touch, and she raised an eyebrow, realizing an opportunity. She let her hands drift over the wings, paying special attention to the fleshy gaps between each joint.
Finding one particular sensitive spot, he jutted into her on instinct, driving up to his hilt. Immediately regretting her devious plan, Rowan saw stars, the pleasure mixing with a new flurry of pain.
“I tried to warn you not to do anything you’d regret,” he tutted. “Though two can play at that game, you naughty minx.” Astarion took her hand, burying kisses in her palm before biting down on her wrist, sucking eagerly.
Though he didn’t need to drink blood anymore, the instinct was ingrained in him. And, he had to admit, he loved how Rowan shivered, toes curling when he let her dance between life and death. And, it was fun to teach her a little lesson.
Pinning her arms behind her head, he was free to move without her interference, without her distractions. The sensitive nature of his wings was new to him, and he couldn’t say that it helped his primitive need to fuck her raw.
His hips continued to slap into hers, his cock fucking her deep, nearly hitting her cervix. Her skin was flushed red, her senses overtaken by the overwhelming pleasure. Even with his enormous length buried deep inside her, she still felt an inexplicable emptiness. She whined, feeling flustered from her satisfaction being so far from her grasp.
“Is it too much, my treasure?” Each word was punctuated with a thrust, her tits shaking violently on her chest. His wild eyes faded into genuine concern before she shook her head.
“It’s not enough!” She cried out, pulling his hips closer to guide him in deeper.
“If that is what you desire, how could I say no?” His thrusts slowed, taking stock of her words before increasing his efforts tenfold. He hissed against her skin, “I’ll have you screaming loud enough to be heard through all the hells, summoning that wretched devil.”
He readjusted, pounding into her at a new angle, making her dizzy once again from the intensity. Now he certainly was hitting her cervix, and she worried he was going to drive into her so hard she’d burst.
She caught herself holding her breath as her peak approached, only breathing again when she gasped at another hard thrust. As she came, his name came out in unintelligible syllables, slurring together, but he knew she was crying out his name. Ah-Astarion.
Her thighs clamped together, locking him in, her walls tightening around his cock, fighting to keep him inside her. Her hands caught on the leather straps on his chest, trying to ground herself as she came undone. Her back arched into the orgasm, forcing him in deeper.
It was enough for him, seeing the power he had over Rowan. Astarion felt himself swell at his base, expanding inside her core to keep himself locked in.
Finally coming down from her peak, she felt herself stretch impossibly wide to make room for him. Rowan began to panic, unfamiliar with what was happening, unbearably disconcerted by how it hurt so much while it also felt so good. So right.
“F-fuck,” Rowan squeezed her eyes shut as Astarion continued to drive into her weakly, his efforts hindered by his increased size. “I-uh! I think you’ve gotten bigger .”
He simply chuckled, as if this was a secret that everyone except her was in on. “It’s called knotting, darling– do keep up. I’m merely preparing for you to accept my seed; you’re mine now, remember? Mine to do with what I like, to mark as my own.”
Her balls slapped against her ass one final time before he tensed, grabbing the bedpost behind her to keep himself steady. His heat flooded into her, coming out in thick spurts that warmed her.
She sighed, her body finally calming. There it was, the fullness.
Even as the last drop of cum left him, he remained inside her, too swollen to leave her core, but she couldn’t bear the thought of feeling empty again, not after how mind-numbingly complete she felt.
He turned them onto their sides, his cock still throbbing against her walls that clenched around him possessively. Her body began to cool, finally, and her breathing steadied. Looking into his eyes, Rowan felt drawn to him, bonded in a way that couldn’t be explained.
“Couldn’t we just stay here– go for another round?” Rowan looked away, mortified by her suggestion.
He was unfazed by it, though, with a slight smirk gracing his lips. “Did you really think that once I had you, I would ever let you go?”