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Ever since his ascension, Astarion Ancunin was strong, powerful, and had everything he had ever wanted.
Except one thing.
The one thing he had found himself still guilty of envying.
Her, Tav.
She had spurned him, rejected him of all people and gone for the wizard that talked too much. Gale was a know-it-all, he always had something to say about everything. From day one, it had made Astarion cringe and roll his eyes. He hated him and she dared to choose Gale over him. Everyone had always picked Astarion. When he went out as a spawn with Petras or Leon, he was the one who drew all the attention at the taverns or flophouses they frequented. It was his beauty and looks that made everyone turn their heads everywhere they went. Yet, when he watched Gale kiss her so sweetly and so tenderly, it made a strange mixture of anger and jealousy bubble up inside of him that only had grown worse since he ascended. Not only that, but she and Gale had dared to attempt to talk him out of ascending.
In the end, he had won and now he was better for it.
Astarion had heard them planning in hushed voices after dinner. They had found some rope earlier in an old crate and Tav had joked about all the ways they could put it to use and so, Astarion kept his eye on them. Quietly, he had stayed outside their door in the inn and listened as Gale tied her wrists in their bed in the inn, before blindfolding her. Gale excused himself briefly before they could begin, and when he left the room Astarion had quickly cast a sleep spell on the wizard before dragging him into an adjacent room.
Astarion would have her.
There was something so beautiful about the bound female form, completely helpless and waiting in anticipation. Tav was no different as she arched her back, trying to find comfort from her hands digging into her back as she lay on top of the duvet. The door creaked as he entered, shutting it quickly and locking it behind him.
"Gale?" she moaned out. "Don't keep me waiting."
Perfectly round breasts with pert nipples greeted him. Tav was completely naked, her body twisting slightly as she tried to get herself comfortable. Astarion was happy that the ascension had made him feel real again, his skin no longer ice cold, a nice warm tone to his complexion. She wouldn't be able to feel the difference as his hands moved to explore her body.
"No gag?" she asked as she jutted out her lower lip into a fake pout.
An answer never came, his hands carefully kneading the meat of her breast, skilled fingers teasing and tugging at her nipples. Truthfully, he did not want to drown out her sweet cries and words into the fabric of a gag. His fingers dragged and scratched down from her hips to her thighs before going back and brutally squeezing her breasts, his tongue darting down to circle the erect nipple before nipping at it painfully with his teeth.
"G-Gale...what are you doing? You're being very rough," she whimpered, and Astarion was delighted to hear the frightened tremble in her voice.
Astarion smirked as his fingers trailed down her sides, and then he gripped her hips tight. Her flesh was so soft, just as he had imagined so many nights when he was alone. How badly he wanted to punish her for denying him all those months ago, for picking someone so inferior over him.
"I don't want to play this game anymore, Gale," she pleaded. "Just untie me. This was a bad idea. "
Still, he said nothing, but instead leaned down and bit at her throat, sucking on her soft skin and leaving a dark bruise in its wake. He could still see the small indent of scars where she had agreed to let him drink from her at the start of their journey back at the grove. The blood she had provided him with had been delectable, sweet. It had scared her though and she had only allowed him that one time. Even now, it took all his self-control to not lean his mouth back down to the crook of her neck and sink his teeth into the soft flesh of her throat.
"This isn't funny. If this is a joke, I swear to the gods..."
The sheer panic in her voice excited him as he grabbed her legs and spread them apart. The glistening dampness that drenched her cunt almost seemed to shimmer in the dull candlelight and her breath hitched when he ran a finger along her slit. Her back arched again as she tried futilely to crawl away from his touch as his fingers lightly rubbed and applied pressure to her engorged clit. She was wetter than he imagined, and he grinned as he plunged his fingers inside of her and curled them against her, his thumb still rubbing her clit. A strangled moan escaped her as she finally seemed to relax against his hand, even rutting her hips into his palm.
Her inner walls clamped down on his finger, almost sucking them further into her. He obliged her movements by adding a second digit, roughly pumping them in and out of her, taking extra care to stroke the walls within. Astarion watched with awe as he noticed thighs begin to lightly shake and her breathing became labored. Small protests came from her lips, but they trailed off and dissipated into the air as sultry moans.
She was getting close, and she was about to cum for him.
He withdrew his fingers from her and watched with a cruel smile as she bucked her hips and whined. "Gale," she cried out and shook her head back and forth. "Stop this!"
Astarion grabbed her chin, his fingers squeezing bruisingly into her jaw, and she groaned in pain. With her supple lips open, he thrust his fingers coated in her obscene wetness into her mouth, rubbing them hard into her tongue before shoving them into the back of her throat, eliciting a gag.
"Suck them clean." The words tumbled out of his mouth in pure need and desperation before he could hold them back.
A look of terror crossed her features as the color drained from her face, making his cock twitch with delight as he shoved his fingers into her mouth again. Surprisingly, she obeyed, her mouth closing around his fingers as her cheeks hollowed and she cleaned her own slick from them. A small tear slipped down her cheek from the corner of the blindfold.
"That's a good girl," he purred and pulled his hand away from her mouth, a string of spit connecting her lips to his lithe fingers.
"Stop it," she begged, a small sob escaping her. "I-I don't like this."
"But, darling," Astarion said as he leaned into her, his breath ghosting against her ear as he pressed his weight into her chest. "It would be rude of me to keep you wanting."
Her body stilled underneath him, and her lips quivered. "A-Astarion?"
"That's my girl." Astarion sat up on the bed, grabbing her hips and flipping her over, her stomach pressing into the soft bed and her hands resting above the small of her back. He watched as her hands twisted, trying to find a weakness in the bonds to release herself. Quickly, he removed his cock from the confines of his trousers, silently cursing himself for not untying the laces faster. Painfully hard, his member throbbed. He gripped his length and pumped it, feeling the heat building in the pit of his stomach as he watched her helpless form beneath him. Finally, he was able to give into the primal urge that had plagued him for so long. After long last, she would be his.
"Astarion, please," she cried out and squirmed again as he placed a firm grip on her shoulder, pressing her down onto the sheets.
"You've been driving me mad for months, darling," he growled. "There were many times I could have taken you. You little tease. I wanted to make you mine, but you wouldn't let me. Instead, you picked him. So, I'll show you what you've been missing out on this whole time."
Perhaps it was embarrassment for her current predicament, or maybe she secretly wanted him, but she was silent. There was not a fight as she lay there with her hands tied and buried her face in the pillow underneath her. With a feral growl, he grabbed her hair and roughly yanked her head back as he pressed his hips flush against her ass. Her breath hitched as she felt his hot length against her bare skin.
He reached his hand around and covered her mouth as his free hand teased her folds with his cock, rubbing it up and down the length of her slit before thrusting into her. A choked scream left her throat, muffled into the palm of his hand as he began to rock his hips into her, his pace quick and brutal. She was so tight, her cunt fluttering around him, pulling him in deeper.
Astarion could have fucked her senseless for hours.
His fingers gripped her hips and dug in as he slammed into her, his nails held onto her so deeply, his nails threatening to cut into her skin. Removing his hand from her mouth, he licked his finger before inserting it into the cleft of her ass. Bringing his finger down and teasing and prodding the tight ring, he pressed his finger inside of her, feeling the tight muscle stretch around him as she let out a small sob. In spite of her whining, her hips rocked into him, meeting each one of his thrusts.
"You were made for me," he breathed out and licked the shell of her ear.
The words made her moan, and she rolled her hips back into him. Her cunt clenched hard and tight around him, milking his cock. A groan of pleasure released from his lips as he buried himself aggressively into her. His finger removed from her ass, and she sighed with frustration at the empty feeling as he leaned down and kissed the freckles that peppered her shoulder blades. His hand reaching down to hold tight onto the rope that connected her wrists for purchase as he pounded into the heat of her cunt.
With a silent scream, she came hard around his cock. Liquid sputtered from her cunt, drenching his groin and the sheets below, a steady waterfall of arousal dripping down her thighs and pooling onto the bed. Astarion was lost in a wave of ecstasy, the warmth and wetness that engulfed him was more than he could bear. He closed his eyes and released his seed inside of her, filling her womb with his come He continued to slowly thrust in and out of her as a small trail of white dribbled from her slit and dripped down her inner thigh. Her legs still deliciously parted as he sat up from her, he scooped up the creamy mixture of their release with his index finger and pushed it back into her.
Leaning down, he lapped up the drops that continued to leak from her, she gasped and wriggled as his tongue traced the outline of her sex. Their juices were tangy and salty on his lips, a wonderful combination, but now he knew the sweet taste of her. Her cunt was swollen, red, and beautifully bruised. His seed leaking out of her, his fingers still pressed inside of her and keeping as much of the liquid as he could from spilling out onto the bed.
"So perfect," he mumbled and kissed the plush skin of her ass.
Astarion removed his fingers, letting the sticky mess trickle out of her cunt, watching the small stream drip from her core and stain the bed below. Tucking his cock back into his trousers, his hand moving up to remove the blindfold.
"I told you," he leaned in and whispered, his fingers dragging up her thighs. "That you would be mine."
Walking around the side of the bed he looked over her broken body and her blindfolded face turned in his direction. A trail of wet tears and black makeup lined the bottom of her face. He did not think she had ever looked so gorgeous, her hair completely unkempt, her quivering bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
Without a second thought, he grabbed her hair, and tugged her head back. His lips found hers in a deep and unruly kiss. The softness of her lips and the warmth of her mouth met his eagerly, her mouth staying open with desire even after he pulled away. His hand moved to her throat as she lightly choked her. Saliva collected in his mouth, and he spit it directly into her open mouth, connecting them briefly before he shoved her back down onto the bed.
"Don't think you're done just yet," he growled, his nails raking down her spine, making her groan out. Lining his cock up with her mouth, he rubbed the flaccid member against her face until she hesitantly parted her perfect lips to accept him. The warmth of her tongue licked the underside of his cock as she cleaned their collective come from his shaft.
"That's enough," he muttered, unwillingly to lose himself again in her. He pulled his cock from her mouth, a trail of spit following him as he tucked himself back into his trousers.
Astarion leaned in and cupped her chin, his thumb trailing along her lower lip before kissing her again, this time his tongue exploring her mouth, tasting their combined essences. He swallowed her moan as he lightly bit her lip, his fangs scraping along the plump flesh. He could feel the sharp tips threatening to puncture her skin. He pulled away and smiled when her body leaned into him.
Her head lolled to the side, and she nuzzled into his shoulder with a strained cry. Astarion kissed her forehead and brushed the hair from her face, wiping away her tears with his thumb. She was so beautiful, her skin scratched and bruised from him, his claim written all over her. A claim that Gale would be unable to deny. Fingers got lost in her hair, weaving around the thick strands as he wrenched her head to the side and sank his teeth into her neck. The sweet tang of her blood washed over his tongue, her delicate flavor coating his tongue as he greedily drank her in. His mind was dizzy and drunk off her as he broke away, licking the final drops of blood that bloomed from the wounds on her neck.
Crossing the room to the door, he cast a final glance back at her. Tav's body was splayed open on the bed, her breast heaving with every panting breath. Astarion took a deep inhale and sighed, her smell lingering on his skin.
"Astarion, what am I supposed to do?" she cried right before he exited the room.
He paused, his hand gripping the doorknob, his lip curling up into a vicious sneer. "I think you need to tell your wizard that you’ve had a change of heart, my dear.”