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After another exhuasting (and quite frankly disgusting) day of fighting, biting, and trudging through filth, Astarion is grateful for the campsite they've chosen for the night being beside a river.
Once the night has quieted down a bit and everyone makes their ways towards their respective tents and bedrolls, Astarion finds himself a nice, quiet path through the trees towards the river, a fresh set of clothes and hairbrush in tow, ready to wash all the filth of the day off of him.
Before he reaches the riverbend, he's interrupted by a low, rumbling growl of a groan coming from deep in the trees.
Quickly unsheathing his dagger from his hip, Astarion whips around, locating the source of the noise, careful to keep quiet. As he slinks around a few trees, growing closer and closer to the sound, he stills. The vampire spawn sighs and slides his dagger back into its sheath at the sight of a familiar cave bear in front of him rolling around in the grass.
The bear turns towards him, now slumping back against a tree to scratch his back.
"Good Gods, druid. At least try to sound less horrifying when you're..." he trails off, interrupted by another pained groan as the bear drops down to the grass again, writhing around.
"Halsin...?" Astarion asks, tone wavering concerningly close from humorous to worried.
"Are you injured?" he tries to still his voice, "Because that would really spoil my evening."
He steps closer and crouches down to try and see what could be bothering the druid.
"Speak to me."
The bear lets out a gruff snort, looking irritated. Astarion gives him a deadpan look.
"Speak, druid. Or else I can't help you with..." he gestures vaguely at the bear in front of him, "whatever little problem you may be struggling with here."
The bear quite literally rolls its eyes, then glows a soft golden color as the druid emerges from the small burst of energy.
Now, the large wood elf sits in place, shifting uncomfortably and avoiding eye contact with his lover in front of him, who has now fully seated himself on the grass as well.
"There is no delicate way to explain." Halsin begins.
Astarion quirks an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. He lets his eyes roam over the druid, and begins to pick up on how sweaty he appears. He's so red, shaking and...
Oh? Astarion notices now that Halsin's only fully clothed from his waist up, only the white length of cloth from his robes are poorly covering the prominent erection Halsin is sporting. His hairy legs are bare, and Astarion quietly and momentarily relishes how debauched Halsin looks. Poor thing could barely undress himself.
"Explain...?" Astarion trails off, signaling Halsin to speak again.
"Explain the. The season. Of when I-" Halsin whispers now, "when I crave."
"Oh?" Astarion begins to giggle, feigning innocence. He can smell the arousal radiating off of his body in thick, hot waves.
Astarion then crawls into Halsin's space, forcing the druid to lean back, down, until he's resting on his elbows. Astarion leans in further, pressing his whole body on top of Halsin's, hooking his leg under the others'. Licking the shell of his ear, he feels the wood elf's whimper come deep from his throat.
"And what is it that you crave, sweet cub?" Astarion whispers in his ear saucily.
Halsin visibly shudders at the pet name.
"You misunderstand me, my heart," he breathes, "it is not a craving. It is a need."
"Hmm, I see. Well," Astarion sighs with a breathy laugh, "I think I know exactly what you need." His whisper puffing hot air against the sensitive skin of Halsin's ear.
Astarion grinds his hips down, feeling Halsin twitch so startingly, and can swear he feels the tip bead up with precum.
"Astarion... please." it sounds as if the words are being punched out of him, the poor thing. Beads of sweat are beginning to form at his temples, ears burning a brilliant shade of crimson.
"Gods... you really are in heat, aren't you?" Astarion breathes in awe, watching as the wood elf beneath him squirms further at the tone of Astarion's voice, the shame ever present, but only makes the vampire spawn smile wickedly as he feels Halsin grow even harder beneath him.
"Don't you worry now, pet." he coos, "You won't be starving for it any much longer now." he trails the back of his hand softly against the side of Halsin's face, admiring how his eyelids flutter and lean into Astarion's touch. He's breaking into a cold, feverish sweat.
Astarion twirls a braid in between his fingers, "Am I right, druid?" he purrs. "Does your craving need to be satiated?" He grasps a handful of Halsin's chest, rubbing over a nipple, teasing over his clothing. Halsin gasps and nods. "Do you need to be bred, Halsin?"
Halsin nods again, with fervor, pushing his chest up to Astarion's touch.
"Please, little star, take me, fill me. Claim me as your mate before I burn to ash."
Astarion clicks his tongue, humming and licking his lips at the sight.
"Show me how much you need it then."
Halsin immediately detaches himself from the tangle of his and Astarion's limbs to turn and drop himself on all fours, face down on the dewy grass.
He's grasping at his robes, hurriedly parting them aside to expose his hole to the spawn.
He buries his face further into the grass when he grasps at his own cheeks, spreading them wide with a tiny whine, exposing his hole, face burning.
Astarion hums pleasantly at the sight of the hair on Halsin's inner thighs, damp and plastered flat against his skin with how much precum he's leaked on himself already, his thick cock hanging heavy and swollen between his spread legs, too big to do much else. Delectable.
"So wet for me already, cub? Gods, you really need it that bad?" he exaggerates his sardonic tone, positively relishing the way his words make the druid writhe and leak more precum onto himself.
"Is that a yes?"
Halsin nods, rubbing his face in the dirt, dick hard and twitching, leaking steadily now. He feels the sweat pouring off of his whole body, as if he truly will burn up if he isn't taken and filled soon.
"Astarion, I beg of you, you don't understand- Oh-" he's cut off by the feeling of Astarion's hands spreading his cheeks wide, a thumb circling his rim.
It's wet. Most likely from Halsin fingering himself or perhaps using a scroll of mage hand and a vial of oil to his advantage. It twitches and puckers eagerly under his thumb, desperately trying to coax the digit in, in, in.
"How much have you tried to relieve yourself of this pain already, darling?" Astarion murmurs, mindlessly rolling the pad of his thumb over and over the druid's slick and glistening hole, up and down, around and around.
"So many times," he heaves, "it was never enough, it can't- I tried- so much-" hiccuping on a sob when Astarion just barely pushes the tip of his thumb in.
"Shh. Now, now, pet. It's alright." Astarion soothes, still rubbing his thumb over his puckered and twitching hole, now featherlight. Halsin trembles.
"Astarion please, enter me. I have no need for preparation, I've done so much myself, please." he does his best to keep his voice steady, but it still wavers and shakes with his shoulders. "How much more shall I beg of you?"
"You do sound ever so sweet when you do though darling." Astarion smiles, still rubbing and occasionally tapping his thumb against Halsin's rim.
"But you have been such a good boy for me, listening so well as you have," he sighs, palming himself over his pants with his other free hand, "and I must admit, I'm getting rather impatient myself."
Halsin shivers at the sound of fabric rustling from Astarion's pants falling to the ground with a soft whump.
"Now, tell me, bear, are you going to be good for me? Will you take me just like this?" he spits in his hand, pumping it languidly over his cock, humming at the pleasant friction, scooting closer to Halsin's exposed hole. It dribbles out a small glut of oil obscenely.
"I will, I will my heart," Halsin shudders, panting, pushing his ass back in an attempt to get Astarion's cock inside him faster. Astarion pushes forward to grind his cock in between Halsin's cheeks, gently pushing at his entrance.
"Good." Astarion says simply. Then grabs the druid by his love handles, and thrusts deep inside of him in one smooth motion. He slides in extremely easily, all the way to the hilt with no resistance.
Halsin is so wet, slick with spit, sweat, and oil. And yet still so deliciously hot and tight. The bear groans in relief. Astarion echoes it.
"Oh, Silvanus perserve me- Astarion- more." he's pleading, words mixing with soft little growls and tiny whines as Astarion begins a rougher and faster pace, slamming into him over and over again.
Astarion is relishing in it, the way Halsin arches his back, trying desperately to take the spawn impossibly further inside of him.
Astarion grasps tighter at his hips, urging the druid to flip around onto his back. Halsin whines and obliges, desperately clinging to the spawn to try and keep him inside. Sadly, he slips out, which makes Halsin's chest burn at the loss. The heat of his skin is near uncomfortable, and tears begin to spill down Halsin's face, bottom lip wobbling as he looks up to lock eyes with Astarion, teardrops clumping his eyelashes together.
"Oh, my sweet," Astarion whispers, leaning down to lick up a few stray tears, "don't cry, now. I promise I'll help you feel so much better. Here..."
Astarion gently cups his hands behind Halsin's knees, and begins bending them towards his heaving chest. The druid's legs easily stretch up, and gets the silent message to hold his own legs in place himself. He lets out a little whine at Astarion's tip resting against his twitching hole.
Then, bracing himself with his hands on the widest part of Halsin's thighs, Astarion plunges deeper, deeper still, ripping a warbling moan from the druid below him.
"Astarion, I need your cubs, ple-please. Give me your seed." Halsin is nearly incoherent with how many times he hiccups through his sentence, babbling and sobbing in pleasure.
"Of course, my darling. Of course." Astarion replies, panting with effort as he continues to pound deep into his lover. With the way Halsin keeps writhing against his thrusts, trying to meet each one, it only brings Astarion closer to the edge. "Going to- Gods- going to fill you up so much."
Halsin shakes, panting out little yes, yes, yes 's in between shuddering breaths until he can feel Astarion's breath hitch, a small "I'm going-" slipping from his mouth. Then, his hips stutter, spilling hotly deep inside of the druid with a long, languid moan.
Halsin replies with a deep groan of his own, shimmying down as much as he can to keep Astarion inside, to keep him full.
"P-lease, Astarion. My heart, more. I need more. "
Astarion attempts to get his breathing to slow down, and twitches weakly inside of the bear below him at the words being eeked out, desperate and weak.
"My sweet, if I could, I would. I'm too sensitive- I need to-" Astarion begins to slowly pull out, but Halsin latches onto his thighs like a vice, holding him still.
"No! No, please. Please I must... I need- may I-?" he begs incomprehensibly. His hands then start to glow a soft golden color, but does not fully cast his spell until he hears approval from his lover.
Astarion just cackles wildly, shaking the sweat off his hair that started to gather with a whip of his head. He then looks down and nods with a sweet smile, which soon turns filthy as he nearly instantly feels Halsin's spell of Haste wash over him, feeling incredible.
"How many more times do you need me to cum inside of you until you are satisfied and fully bred, druid?" Astarion licks his fangs dirtily.
Halsin just throws his head back in reply, crying out as Astarion picks up his pace again.
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After nearly three hours, nine more orgasms each, a handful of "One more, my heart, please, just one more-"s and all spell slots expunged, Halsin whimpers in a softer way than he has all night. His skin finally begins to cool, ever so slightly.
Astarion, pushing and pulling out so slowly and softly, shaking with effort, slides a hand up the bear's chest.
"How are you feeling, darling?" He asks softly, trailing his fingers along Halsin's chest hair, twirling and swirling patterns along the heaving muscles.
"Full." Halsin sighs, finally looking a little bit tired.
"Hmm, you don't say." Astarion murmurs dryly, looking at where their bodies meet, cum oozing out and all down Halsin's ass. Astarion's gushing only more of his cum out of him with each gentle press back inside of the druid. Astarion's seed obscenely sticks to his front and Halsin's rear, pulling thick strings with each pull out, accompanied with an embarrassingly loud squelch with each push back in.
"Do you think you need any more?" Astarion asks, then adds, "Because, honestly, my sweet, I think that's all I can give."
Halsin just moans quietly when Astarion bottoms out again, then shakes his head slowly.
"Thank you, my heart." his voice trembles, positively wrecked. His breath catches on a gasp as Astarion finally, finally, pulls out. More cum gushes out, like a bottle of syurp uncorked.
Halsin whines at the loss, even though he feels how much of his release is inside him, his body still craves the press of Astarion's cock.
But he is no longer feverish, he's finally beginning to soften, and muscles starting to relax.
As Astarion begins to wet his long discarded shirt with a small flask of water, Halsin lets his eyes flutter shut, enveloped in pure bliss. He hums pleasantly as he feels Astarion gently wipe and pat at his face, his chest, then down to his thighs, careful to avoid his oversensitive areas.
He doesn't know when, but he drifts to sleep to the sound of Astarion's soft humming.