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There are many things in this world that bring happiness.
This is objectively good since people need happiness to survive the hardships and mundanity their day-to-day life has to offer. Most of them live around 80 years and struggle with being happy. His existence already counted over 200 years, none of them filled with happiness to survive.
Good thing he's already dead.
His eyes roamed over the dozens of dancing people surrounding his booth. He had only a few hours until the sun would rise again, forcing him back to the shadows of his apartment.
He truly hated the summer months. Long hours of warm sunlight he wasn't permitted to touch and nights often filled with storms and rain that burned on his skin almost as much. Not tonight though. The sky was clear of clouds leaving the stars to shine as bright as they could. So one could say that it was indeed a night promising happiness.
But happiness rarely keeps company with an empty stomach. And this is exactly what he hoped to fill this evening. Not with the poor excuse for alcohol Karlach just brought over to their table.
"This one's on me, soldiers!"
Astarion's gaze shifted towards Karlach, who brought over five drinks, all in one hand and a plate of nachos in the other. She put the nachos onto the table and used her now free hand to place the drinks in front of Astarion. She caught his eyes and grinned.
"Scoot over unless you want me to sit on your lap, pretty boy."
Chuckling he pressed himself slightly into Lae'zel to make some room for the tiefling.
"Oh please, we both know I wouldnt survive that and I dont even need to breathe." The tiefling laughed.
"Damn right, that's why you should make good use of that membership you got today. Build a little muscle."
It's their monthly party night and this time they celebrated the opening of Karlach's fitness center. She worked like hells to pay for everything.
Astarion took a glass for himself and pushed the others in the direction of Minthara, who was sitting next to Lae'zel. Shadowheart, at the other end of the table, raised her glass, cutting off his answer.
"Cheers to the 'Soldiers'. May many buy a membership without properly using it!"
"Cheers!" Astarion scrunched his nose, tasting the first few gulps of the liquid Karlach ordered for them. He would've preferred a good wine, but he wasn't here to drink anyway. At least not alcohol.
He started to scan the crowd again for the entertainment he craved for tonight. If he played his cards right, he wouldn't leave this place without sex and a good meal. And he knows exactly how to play his cards. His eyes got stuck on player 2 of his little game only a few seconds later.
"I call dibs on that tree of an elf over there!" He announced loud enough to interrupt his chatting companions.
"Oh, that's a mountain of a man. Not sure if you can climb that, Astarion." Shadowheart raised an eyebrow as she checked Astarion's chosen out.
"Don't worry dear. I am a rather good climber."
And climb he would. The elf was impossibly tall with sun-kissed skin and long pretty brown hair. He had a rather prominent face tattoo, wearing a beige button-up, which seemed a little too small for his build considering how tight the fabric pulled at the buttons.
"Hells, one deep breath and he'd shoot someone's eye out with one of these buttons. Maybe that happened to that friend of his. He looks cute. I think I'll chat that one up." Karlach elbowed him, which hurt more than he'd ever admit.
But since she was still blocking his way to get off this table he kept looking at the tall elf. For now.
As if he could sense Astarion's staring the elf's eyes locked directly into his.
And so the game begins. Astarion kept the eye contact, he quickly let his eyes wander down the stranger's body, before catching his eyes once again.
He took a sip from his glas just so he could lick over his bottom lip, gently biting into it right after, just for a second.
He saw the interest in the stranger's eyes, how he checked out Astarion just as quickly. Raising one eyebrow in a silent question.
Astarion knows his effect on others. His lithe pale body underneath his white ruffled shirt, showing just enough to make anyone curious about what was kept underneath.
He winked and put on his best smirk, but just at that moment, a group of tieflings interrupted his sight, capturing his stranger's attention. Astarion made a sound of indignation. How dare they trying to steal his chosen mate for tonight.
"Seems like your little eye-fucking-ritual wasn't good enough." Minthara drank a sip of her glass as she watched the tieflings shoot their shots.
"Oh please, it worked just fine. He is going to turn those little beasts down, and he will look over here right after. Too bad I won't be there anymore." he chuckled.
Time for phase two. He climbed over Karlach and slid in the crowd.
It was easy to pass unseen thanks to the mass of people. Once he got near the elf, he waited patiently for the last tiefling to fuck off and just like he predicted, the elf looked at his table. His eyebrows drew up in confusion as he began scanning the crowd around his friend group. Got him.
"Looking for someone?" he asked, putting as much velvet as possible into his voice. If the elf was surprised he didn't show it, instead Astarion could see some kind of twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
"Well yes actually. An elf, about your height, with curly white hair." His voice was deep. So very deep Astarion craved to hear it directly next to his ear, filled with lust, moaning and grunting as he fucked into him.
"So you lost him? That's too bad. He sounds like quite a catch." Astarion regarded his fingernails as if he couldn't care less.
He couldn't resist looking at the stranger when he heard his even deeper chuckle though.
"Bad indeed. You probably don't know what I could do to find him?"
"Well, you're quite lucky, 'cause I happen to have seen someone that fits your description." Astarion could see the amusement in his eyes.
The stranger definitely was interested and judging by how packed he was, Astarion made the right decision for this evening. He couldn't suppress a grin. But he caught himself and seductively bit his lip instead.
"Seems I am lucky indeed. Do you mind telling me where?"
Perfect. The stranger got a little closer. Just a tiny bit. Maybe he thought Astarion wouldn't notice, but Astarion was aware of every move he made. He mastered this game after all.
"I could show you, actually." he answered, holding out his hand in an invitation.
The stranger took Astarion's hand firmly in his. It was warm, really warm.
He could see the surprise in the strangers eyes, probably thanks to his own cold skin, but it didnt seem to bother him cause just a second later his face turned into a smile again.
"Lead the way so I can follow." his baritone voice took an even deeper hue. Fucking perfect.
Astarion turned around and pulled the stranger with him.
He passed through the club, avoiding the dance floor.
It still got a little tight, which caused the stranger to brush against him more than just a few times, his body just as warm as his hands behind him. He went to the corridor that leads to the toilets.
His soon-to-be newest conquest seemed to notice, because the next time they were pressed against each other the stranger got closer to his ears. He felt the warm breath against his neck, sending small shivers through him.
"Don't tell me we meet my elf in the bathrooms?" His elf, huh? Cute.
Astarion didn't bother to answer. Of course they weren't going in there. He had standards. It was nice to know though, that the big guy isn't keen to fuck in a tiny bathroom stall either.
They passed the toilets and went to the spiral staircase at the end of the corridor. Minthara leaned against the wall talking to some chick and giving him a tiny nod as they passed them. Astarion winked.
It was their little agreement. They had found the roof terrace a few years ago.
One of them picks the lock to the door, leaves it open and removes the 'employees only' sign, so the other can bring their latest flirt up there.
As soon as the door is closed it can only be opened from the outside or by an employee with the key of course.
They climbed up the stairs and entered the terrace.
It wasn't particularly big. There was only one open side with a small iron fence, the other sides were enclosed by dark house walls, separating probably other terraces from this one.
There was only one small table with two matching old chairs and a few potted plants that had seen better days. Astarion closed the door as soon as they stepped outside and pulled the stranger in front of him. He leaned back against the door and looked up to catch his eyes.
"Surprise, your mystery, curly white-haired, handsome elf has been me all along." The big guy chuckled, as he caged Astarion's smaller body between the door and himself.
"I can't remember telling you he was handsome, but-" he let his eyes wander over Astarion's frame. "Nature truly used all of its powers when it sculpted you, hmm?" Nature... what? Astarion certainly heard all kinds of compliments, but that was new. He chuckled. "You look like nature gifted you just as well."
He placed his hand on the stranger's broad chest, slowly moving it up and down.
The big elf's smile looked warm even though his eyes were blown by lust.
"Just so we are on the same page, what exactly are you expecting to happen, little elf?" He crouched a little, bringing his face down to Astarion's height. His hands landed on Astarion's hips.
"What I am expecting?" Hells, was he serious? "Well, I sure hope you'd fuck me good. I am expecting an orgasm at least. I'd prefer two or three, but who wouldn't?" He winked, only to be picked up by the stranger.
Startled he gripped onto his shoulders. He felt a thigh gliding between his legs just to be sat down on it.
The pressure felt good, he couldn't keep the surprised sigh to himself. As he looked from the stranger's thigh up to his eyes again. The stranger chuckled.
"I see what I can do about that little elf. You know the colors?"
The stranger's hands moved up, gliding over Astarion's stomach up to his chest. One stayed right over his heart. He waited for the stranger to notice his missing heartbeat.
Instead, his hand started to shift a little to the side so his thumb could circle gently over his still-clothed nipple.
The other hand wandered up over his neck to his chin. The stranger lifted Astarion's face slightly, just enough for him to gently kiss his neck. Well, that was certainly a good start.
"Colors?" He asked, still holding onto the stranger's shoulders. Astarion felt him slowly kissing up his way to his ear.
"Green if you want me to keep going." The deep voice send shivers down his spine. The big elf nipped at his ear, just as he put more pressure directly onto his nipple. Astarion moaned.
"Yellow to make me slow down." He stopped moving his mouth and started to gently pet Astarion's chest with his hand.
"And red-" "To stop, I understand, the only thing you can stop is your demonstration. Green, big guy."
Astarion put his hands into the stranger's long hair and offered his neck again.
The stranger took his invitation and pampered his neck with kisses.
Astarion moaned as he felt a big hand grabbing his thigh, slowly sliding up till it reached his butt.
The stranger squeezed his cheek and pulled their bodies together. "Ahh!"
Astarion wrapped his legs around the stranger, anything to keep the friction between their growing bulges.
The big guy seemed big down there as well. Astarion smirked and grabbed the stranger's hair to pull him off his neck and look him in the eyes.
"Excited?" he asked, grinding against his bulge.
"Very much so, little elf." The stranger chuckled. He seemed so in composure. Astarion would think he was unbothered if there wasn't this obvious erection pushing against him.
"I am no little elf." he huffed. The stranger started to unbutton his shirt, trailing kisses down his chest.
"If you say so" he breathed against his skin, followed by trailing his warm tongue over to his nipple. Astarion moaned.
The stranger kissed and bit his chest, toying his tongue around his sensitive buds. He felt how both of the stranger's hands started to open his pants, one already palming his still-clothed cock.
The fingers gripped around his shaft, slowly grinding up and down, swiping over the head.
"So wet and eager." The stranger focused on the wet patch his precum caused, moving his thumb in a circular motion over it.
The stranger moved his head almost on top of Astarion's, so he could press their bodies as close as possible, grinding their fronts together and therefore exposing his neck to Astarion's hungry eyes.
Normally Astarion would wait till the other came. Exhausted and spend, so Astarion could feed on him without any resistance. It would be so easy to bite him right now, with his neck on display.
But it would also probably end this encounter, leaving him sexually unsatisfied and with a black eye, if he is particularly unlucky. And still, it was hard to focus on anything else with his lips already touching the stranger's neck.
He needed to get this under control.
"Fuck. Big guy. Ahhh" he tried to get his attention but the big hands wouldn't stop roaming his body. "Shit. Ahh y-yellow?" It sounded like a question.
He got a little embarrassed as he heard himself whimper. Nonetheless, the stranger slowed down a little and thankfully looked him in the eyes, which got some space between Astarion's mouth and his neck.
"Everything all right? Is it too much?" The deep voice rumbled.
"Not too much, it's just ..."
He stocked. There is always the possibility that the stranger would still leave him if he confessed. He dodged the stranger's questioning eyes.
"Little elf?"
"It's just ... your neck. You need to keep it away. I am uhm ..." Fuck, this is harder than he imagined.
"A vampire?"
Surprised Astarion looked into the stranger's eyes. He looked calm, but he kept petting his body, kept slowly stroking his cock. He felt the stranger's hand sliding into his underwear.
"You knew?" He moaned as the hand finally touched him without any fabric in the way. "I had my suspicion." So he did notice his missing heartbeat.
He would have almost thought of him as smart, if he hadn't been stupid enough to expose his neck so willingly to a predator.
"And you don't mind?" The stranger quirked an eyebrow.
"Do I look like I mind?" Astarion felt his pants and underwear being pulled down a few inches. Allowing his throbbing cock to jump free.
Astarion was too stunned to answer.
Normally his conquests never notice, too preoccupied with their own pleasure.
"So I have to keep my neck out of your reach because?"
Was he for real? Does he really have to explain it?
"Cause I have a hard time resisting to bite you." He huffed, shifting restlessly in the stranger's arms.
"All right. Thanks for letting me know. I'll make sure to avoid that and fix that other hard time of yours instead." Oh, what a boomer joke.
Astarion wanted to roll his eyes but he squeaked instead as the stranger grabbed both his thighs and lifted his body into the air until his crotch was on eye level with the stranger.
His pants and underwear were pushed down to his knees and his legs were placed on top of the stranger's broad shoulders. He would've fallen without the door behind his back.
"What in the hells are ahhh!"
The stranger slowly licked up his cock and kissed his tip.
Astarion drove his hands into the long brown hair, trying to keep himself grounded. Not once did someone raise him 6 feet in the air simply to suck his dick.
The stranger hummed, the vibrations being almost too much.
"You have been a very good boy telling me the truth, you deserve a reward just as good." The stranger finally closed his lips around his cock.
The feeling of his hot mouth in combination with the praise was too much for Astarion.
With an almost silent whimper, he couldn't stop himself from cumming. He arched his back and bucked into the stranger's mouth as he came.
If he could blush, his face would be red in an instant.
He can't remember the last time he came this fast. As soon as his high came to an end he tried to find the right words.
"I'm - I mean I" he huffed, trying to find his composure. The stranger swallowed every drop before he slid his mouth off of him.
"You are so good for me, aren't you?" Astarion shuddered. He knew the stranger knew what the praise did to him.
"Such a good boy cumming from being praised huh?"
Astarion felt himself getting hard again.
"N-no I -" he felt one large hand grabbing his ass.
"No? Don't you want to be good for me? Give me your color."
The stranger got back to work with his mouth as he tentatively sucked on his balls. Astarion moaned again.
Fuck it. If he is willing to keep on doing all these things with his mouth, who would he be to stop that?
"Ahhh greeeeen huh." The stranger hummed his approval.
"Very good my handsome little elf. May I eat you out?"
"Fuck yes~"
Astarions hands got carefully untangled from the brown strands. He felt his legs being unhooked as the stranger turned him around.
Astarion found himself facing the wall above the door.
He grabbed onto the cold stones as he felt big hands holding him in the air as well as slowly pushing his cheeks out of the way.
He felt exposed, as the cold air hit his hole, only to shudder as warm breath hit him right after. He tried to muffle his moan with his arm, as the warm wet tongue licked over his hole.
He felt the stranger's nose right between his cheeks, breathing more hot air onto him. One of the hands slid off his ass over his inner thigh, massaging his skin, wandering but still not touching where he wanted it.
The tongue kept drawing circles around his hole, switching to eager licks first with the tip, followed by the flat part.
Astarion whimpered into his arm. The hand on his thigh inched closer to his cock, just to leave it throbbing and grabbing his balls instead.
Just in that second, the tongue breached inside his hole to thoroughly eat him out.
The feeling was overwhelming.
Astarion thought he'd lose his mind. The warm tongue abusing his hole, the thick fingers gently kneading his balls, the vibrations of the Stranger's deep voice. Why did he keep humming? Or growling?
Astarion didn't know, he just knew it drove him insane. He tried not to come again, they weren't even properly fucking yet. This stupid big-ass elf took his request for three orgasms seriously, didn't he?
He felt the second hand sliding over his thigh and this time it went straight to his cock, pumping mercilessly.
Astarion bit into his arm, drawing his own useless blood which made him choke. He felt the assault on his hole stop.
"Let me hear your voice." The hands kept on playing with his cock and balls.
He listened to the command, unlatching his teeth from his arm and throwing his head back to let out a needy moan.
"Please!" How dare he make him plead.
How humiliating, if it only wouldn't feel so good.
"Such a good little elf" The stranger got back to eating him out, twice as enthusiastic as before. Astarion didn't know where to focus on.
He noticed his blood seeping through his sleeve, red tainting the pure white fabric. He felt the stranger's tongue, his hands but most of all he felt the shivers that damn praise sent through his body.
Damn him. Damn his deep sensual voice. Damn his skilled fingers and tongue.
It should've been him seducing this stranger.
It should've been the stranger crying out for him, for his touch, for his - Astarion cried out as he reached his climax for the second time this evening.
He felt his body spasm as his hands lost their grip on the wall.
The thought of falling enhanced this overwhelming feeling.
He didn't fall though, as the stranger held him pinned between his face and his hands. The hand on his cock lazily pumped him through the waves of his ecstasy. The other one gently swiped up his stomach, while the stranger kissed up his lower back.
"Are you all right, dear?" The deep voice grumbled, filled with lust.
Thanks to being a vampire he didn't have to catch his breath, his body still felt like jelly though. He braced his hands against the wall to steady himself.
"Depends on if you still plan to fuck me tonight, darling." He won't let this slide, the stranger didn't even got his dick out and still made him come twice.
"You think you can go another round?" The deep voice chuckled.
Oh fuck you.
"I am pretty sure there hasn't been a round yet unless you consider foreplay as one." He snapped. He chose this mountain of a man specifically in hope of a huge fucking cock to fill him and he won't accept to be satisfied with anything less.
"Hmm, you think you can come once more?"
Oh that fucking twat.
Astarion's reaction must have sounded as outrageous as he felt because the stranger chuckled again as he slowly turned the Vampire back around.
"Forgive me. It wasn't my intent to anger you. Let me make it up."
Astarion wanted to protest, to play a little harder to get, even though that ship had already sailed. He couldn't though.
The second his legs got carefully placed on top of the shoulders again, the forest green eyes, still filled with lust, looked apologetic into his red ones.
At least for a second cause the stranger's eyes shifted to his blood-stained sleeve.
"Don't tell me you bit yourself. I chose this position to keep you from biting."
Again Astarion would have blushed if he could.
It was embarrassing, it made him look like a freshly newborn spawn out of control.
The stranger took his hand in his clean one.
He swiped his thumb underneath his sleeve to slide it up until he found the two little punctures. He placed his lips on the wounds, mumbled something and a green shimmer started to engulf his wrist.
Astarion's eyes widened as he realized that he had just been hit with a healing spell, the magic slowly flowing through his body.
What enticed him much more was the stranger's lips full of his blood, he didn't look disgusted at all, and it made Astarion hard in an instant.
"Fuck." He mumbled. "Cleric?" He managed to ask, as he tried to not lose his focus again.
The stranger's eyes wandered to his newly awakened cock.
"Druid." Of course he was a druid, fitting for a fucking wood elf. Explains his talk about nature as well.
The druid's eyes were still fixated on his member. He looked down as well. It wasn't as messy as he expected it to be.
Thanks to the druid it seems, since his other hand, that wrapped around him again caught most of his spill.
"Does it hurt?"
"You healed me, of course it doesn't hurt." Astarion huffed, as he watched the druid's hand move up and down, collecting his mess.
"I meant your prick, little elf. I wouldn't want to overstimulate you."
"Well, maybe you should shift your attention to stimulating me somewhere else." The druid looked straight into his eyes.
He felt the fingers leave his cock.
For a short moment he thought the stranger was fed up with his behavior.
The relief he felt as soon as the druid's fingers caressed his hole let him sigh and close his eyes.
He leaned his head back against the wall and watched the druid's reaction through lidded eyes.
One thick finger entered him carefully, using his spill as a lubricant.
The other hand, still around his wrist, pulled his hand back to the druid's head. He took the invitation and grabbed the hair. The now free hand wandered up his stomach, back to his chest. The finger in him moved eagerly and it didn't take the druid long to insert a second one.
The stretch felt wonderful. Astarion moaned. "Yes darling~" He could see the druid smile in response.
"You have been so good for me tonight." Astarion shuddered.
He felt exposed to the druid watching his reaction with such interest.
"Hmm, I love the way you tighten around my fingers. So greedy, aren't we?"
Said fingers spread him open in just that moment.
"Ha~".
Astarion didn't know if he had imagined it, but the druid's eyes looked very smitten for a second.
"Just like that. You take me so well." He pushed his fingers in deeper.
"I- I could ..." Astarion's answer got cut short, as the druid licked over his dick again.
The hand on his chest crawled up to his face, toying with his bottom lip.
"Time for your reward, my perfect boy."
He felt a thumb sliding over his teeth, pricking himself on one of his fangs. Astarion smelled the fresh blood before the first drop fell onto his tongue.
"What?" He barely mouthed.
His pupils dilated as he felt the urge to bite down. It took all his willpower to resist it. That didn't hinder him to suck on the thumb instead.
He swiped his tongue over the tiny wound and tried to draw as much blood as he could.
"Look at you, behaving so well, resisting to bite me. I am so proud of you."
What in the hells was he thinking, shoving any body part into the mouth of a vampire? Knowingly? He had to be stupid to do that.
The druid removed his thumb from his mouth and Astarion whined upon his loss. That wasn't enough.
"So very well-behaved. This is your reward though. You may bite, little vampire." The deep voice drove him almost as crazy as the side of the hand that got fully placed into his mouth.
Astarion couldn't resist, he bit down. At the same moment, the druid took his dick back into his mouth, sucking just like Astarion did with his thumb seconds before. It was overwhelming.
The fresh rich blood in his mouth, the fingers up his ass, the druid's lips and tongue on his hard leaking cock.
He was barely registering the third finger being added. He thought that it couldn't get any better when the druid swiped over that one spot making him see stars.
He screamed deeply, muffled by the hand still in his mouth.
He even had to stop drinking the druid's blood for a second. The druid hummed and pulled his mouth free.
"There you are." He licked a long stripe from his balls to the tip of his cock, just to dive back down, swallowing him as deep as he could.
His fingers assaulted Astarion's prostate mercilessly while the blood streamed down his throat. It didn't take more than a few seconds for Astarion to come a third time this night.
Just like the first time the druid drank him right up, catching every drop.
Astarion's body stopped listening to him, overwhelmed by so many sensations at the same time. He felt himself arching his body back and forth, not knowing which feeling to chase.
As soon as the waves of pleasure ebbed away, the druid removed his hand from his mouth and his ass, leaving him awfully empty.
He managed to lick a last time over the two puncture wounds on the druid's hand, savoring the taste of freely given blood. It was like a drug. He would give anything to get more of that, but for the first time in years, he truly felt exhausted.
The druid lifted his legs gently off his shoulders, carefully placing him back onto his thigh, leaning his body against the door.
In his post-orgasmic haze he didn't register the druid slowly buttoning up Astarion's shirt, he didn't register how his underwear and pants slid up his legs, brought into place again. It took him until the druid started to close his pants to notice what was happening.
He put his trembling hand onto the large one of the druid.
"Wait, what about fucking me?" He asked almost pouting, if he still had the strength to do so.
The druid chuckled as he moved a stray strand of hair behind the vampire's ear. That damn chuckle again.
"No offense little elf, but we don't have the right amount of lube to get you near as ready to take my cock. I fear I am a little bit too much for you to take."
He didn't just say that, did he? Astarion's eyebrows drew together.
His inner tumult must have been visible since the druid just chuckled again and placed him on top of the table. He made sure Astarion could balance himself before he slowly let go of him.
"Oh don't look so sad little elf. I just don't want to hurt you."
Oh, he could tell that to Mother Nature and she wouldn't believe him.
It had to be his fault. He must have done something wrong.
"Was it something I've done?" He hated this. He hated how afraid he sounded over something so stupid. The druid looked mortified.
"Not at all. You have been so good, believe me, under other circumstances I would've indulged you in body and soul to the fullest."
Was he making fun of him? That asshole turned him into a puddle just to tell him he wasn't interested. Astarion didn't want to name the feeling that took him over. The feeling of hurt, of rejection.
He had to get his act together. "Yes of course." He rolled his eyes.
"Well if you're done you can leave now." He turned his face away, acting unbothered.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the druid lifting his hand as if to touch him again. He looked away and waited. But the touch never came.
"My apologies little vampire. I enjoyed this very much."
Astarion didn't answer. Only after he heard the door being opened and closed again he turned around. The druid was gone, of course, the terrace was empty except for him.
Astarion wasn't sure what he should think. When was the last time he felt that good? And still, that bastard left him. He noticed the few plants on the terrace all looking full of life. Great.
He sighed as he roughly combed his hair with his hand. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. How didn't that fall out? Did the druid ...?
He looked at his phone and saw a new message from Minthara.
Lolthsucker: >>Your tree just walked past me<<
Lolthsucker: >>Need me to invite u in?<<
He sighed as he typed his answer.
Astarion: >> Yes <<
Lolthsucker: >>Beg<<
Astarion: >>🖕🏻<<
The door opened. Minthara looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Come in before the sun comes out."
Astarion got up and walked into the club.
"Thanks, dear." He just had to forget this evening. Just as he had to forget the satisfaction, because despite the humiliation he felt, he couldn't ignore that stupid feeling that the druids blood brought him. Happiness.