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The first night it happened, you were ready to go to bed. It had been a long day and, in all truth, you were wasted, body aching and limbs heavy.

You donned the usual nightclothes, a white dress you had swiped from one of the fancier houses you had been in, then collapsed face first into the rented inn bed. The bed shifted, a new weight on its edge, a hand reaching towards you, squeezing your shoulder with a small hum.

“Rough day, darling?”

All you did was grumble against the sheets, letting your head shift to look beside you. He was smiling down at you, the usual swagger in his features, his hand slightly cool on your warm skin. You shifted again, body curling onto its side, hands coming to rest beside your face as you peered at him.

“I don’t know how you have the energy for this everyday,” you said with a slight laugh.

“The perks of being a vampire. You get used to restless nights and the nocturnal ways.” His grin grew, something mischievous in his eyes. “Not to mention, I’ve had plenty of practice when it comes to stamina.”

You raised a brow at him, “what’s that mean?”

“What do you think it means, love?”

You considered, “that you’re quite good at handling your wine?”

He barked a laugh, hand falling on your side and squeezing lightly, gaze following the motion. “In a way, yes.”

“Enlighten me.”

He tilted his head at you, crawling further into bed to firmly plant himself atop you, his arm bracing as you flipped to your back, smiling up at him. “Are you sure? You seem positively exhausted.”

“I’m fine,” you swore, waving him off. “Nothing I’m not used to.”

“Oh I’m sure.”

You tugged at his shirt, the fabric pinched between your forefinger and thumb. He chuckled down at you, leaning on his one hand to kiss you, body almost caging you into the mattress. You hummed against his lips, the exhaustion leaving your body, traded for something more troubling, more pressing. He pulled away, and you frowned up at him. He must have noticed, his finger moving to a strand of hair and tucking it back with the rest. “You’re sure about this?”

You just tugged at his shirt again.

“Words, darling.”

“Yes I’m sure.”

Seemingly satisfied, he shifted, abdomen pressing against you as he kissed at your neck, your head falling back against the mattress, tilting to give him more access. He nipped at your jaw, earning a small squeal, before he moved downwards, thumb slipping beneath the halter of the dress to press against the underside of your breast. His mouth continued, fangs scratching against collarbone and neck, pressing one last, almost adoring, kiss to your shoulder before he pulled back.

One arm wrapped around you, lifting you just slightly off the bed so he could better unwrap the fabric from your torso, revealing you to him. His eyes wandered over newly revealed skin, hungry, and he hummed.

“Beautiful, as always.”

You sat up a bit, bracing yourself on your arms, shivering a bit in the night air that slipped through the window. His lips latched to skin, at first, a haphazard pattern of chaste pecks, until you realized he was aiming for freckles, mapping out the details of your skin with his map. Your fingers went to his hair, tangling in the white curls and scratching against his scalp, a small hum of appreciation vibrating from his mouth and onto your already sensitive tit.

“Shhhhiiii-“

“Language. What would the others think?”

“Karlach says fuck every other sentence!”

“Doesn’t mean you get to be naughty, does it now?”

You shoved him lightly, a toothy grin on his face as he wrapped his arms around you, diving for your neck, fangs nibbling against the spot he usually bit, using it to drain you almost dry every night. “How lucky I am to have such a selfless blood donor.”

“Where would we be if I hadn’t said yes the first time,” you breathed half the words, trying not to moan as he sucked on your neck, his hands squeezing against your sides, practically massaging it.

“Who knows, I would have seduced you eventually,”

“you wish-” you choked out, a small mewl cutting you off.

“What was that, darling?” You could feel the smile against you, the self-awareness and slight ego ebbing off him in waves. It was almost refreshing, seeing him confident in both a relationship and sex, not to emotion, actually enjoying it.

“Snark,” you shot back, body betraying you as your back curved into him, a moan shooting past your lips as you let your head fall against him. One of his hands anchored itself to your lower back, helping to push you flush against him, shifting you slightly so you were practically in his lap.

His other hand dipped lower, shuffling past your skirt and pushing your underwear aside, ghosting over your clit, pleased with the way you gasped out, grinding against him. You waited, expecting him to actually move, for his fingers to circle around you, dip into you, maybe just offer you some relief, but he stayed utterly still.

When you reopened your eyes, pulling back to look at him, you were almost furious, especially when you noticed the smug look on his face. “Wha-“

“You wanted to learn about stamina, dear. I’m teaching you.”

You blinked, mouth falling open in disbelief. “Teaching-“

“yes.”

“What are you, Gale now?”

He bit you for that, a squeal and a laugh erupting from you. “Don’t you dare bring him up when we’re doing… this!” He said with a smile, shaking his head like an adult might at a misbehaving child.

“That’s what you get for this- mm.”

He circled your clit again, your mouth clamping shut as a hum and a shiver of pleasure traveled through you. This time, you ground down on him, searching for more friction, more contact, just more. He kissed below your ear, purring.

“That’s it, just like that, see? You’re perfect.”

Oh… oh so that’s what this was.

Your arms rested on his shoulder, hands linking with each other behind his head. Your hips rolled, trying to rub against his hand. He helped, just a bit, offering to press up against you, or move out of your way if needed. That, and he sung your praises low in your ear.

“There you go, my dear, look at you, absolutely beautiful.”

Your mouth fell open, the crown of your head not against his chest as you focused, body moving of its own accord, desperate for more pleasure. There was something molten in your stomach, a slight tingling between your legs as you searched for more, pressing against him, grinding down, panting as he urged you on.

“You’re close, love, you’re doing so well.”

His free hand stopped holding you against him, moving instead to trace your twitching abdomen, fingers creating lines between scars and freckles, seemingly random but perfectly intentional. You whined, grabbing his attention.

“What do you need, darling?”

“More, Astarion, please.”

He kissed your temple, arm wrapping around his back to lower you down to the bed, crawling back atop you and pressing his knee against you. Fingers twined through your’s, guiding you down to your own clit, using your hand as a mere extension of his. Your eyes screwed shut, any voice you had merely becoming moans and mewls. You lost track of what sensations were from your own skin and which were of Astarion.

“Shit-“

Your stomach clenched, vision going hazy as you came against him, body shuddering as he fingered you through it, kissing at your torso and neck, small whispers of praise barely registering in your head as you lost all connection to yourself. Your chest heaved, and when you finally came back to your surroundings, you saw Astarion, wrapped around you, smiling.

“There you are, I was beginning to think I killed you.”

“You wish.”

“Oh, hardly, where would I get my donations, then?”

You sighed through your nose, shifting to bury your head into him, knees curling into your chest. When you opened your eyes, you saw him licking at his fingers, and shot him a look.

“Don’t give me that, I have told you plenty of times that you taste divine.”

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“Watch!”

You threw a spell out at the cultist, freezing him in his tracks before he could plunge his weapon straight into Wyll. Wyll puffed out a breath, shooting you a grateful look and nodding.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“You have a habit of leaving your right side open, Wyll, you’re gonna get skewered one of these days,” Karlach shouted towards him, yanking her own axe out of a now corpse. Wyll grimaced.

“Let’s hope not.”

“For all our sakes.”

Shadowheart nudged you, a playful smirk on her face. “Remind me not to get on your bad side, yeah?”

You smiled at them, shaking the spell off of the body and letting it thump to the ground lifelessly. You rubbed your hands together, blowing air on them. You weren’t all that used to spells, and sometimes got this strange tingling numbness after using them. After shaking them a few times, you deemed yourself recovered enough and turned to the rest of the group, making sure everyone was alright.

Astarion was staring at you, eyes wide, mouth ever so slightly open. You cocked a brow at him, mouthing the word “what?” He just shook his head, the dazed look falling from his face, replaced with the usual confidence and charisma that you were so used to.

“Nothing.”
….

“That’s odd.”

You glanced up from where you were cooking meat on the fire, following her curious gaze. Astarion was talking with Gale, something that, not unheard of, but certainly not an everyday occurrence. When they did converse, it was usually so Astarion could mercilessly tease Gale, finding it particularly entertaining to drive the poor wizard halfway up the wall. But they seemed to actually be talking, for real, without the incessant bickering or taunting. You gaped at them, then looked back at Shadowheart.

“You don’t think they’re turning, right?”

Shadowheart just snorted, “At this point, that might make the most sense.”

…..

You stayed firmly in your tent, massaging aching muscles, studying various notes and sketches you had done in the recent days, trying to put together any information you guys had gained in an effort to put together a clear pathway to getting the nether stones. The sound of the flap from behind you shining caught your attention, and you finished your sentence before looking over your shoulder. Astarion smiled at you, immediately taking his usual place on your makeshift bed, smirking over at you as he longed atop the sheets, slender form stretching in a way you knew was intentional.

“You’re up late, darling.”

“I need to get this together, it’s our best leads to Orin, and without them we don’t stand-“

“Come to bed, love.”

There was a hand at your waist, tugging carefully, before leading you to flop against the bed, bouncing slightly as you giggled up at him.

He leaned on the edge, smirking over at you, peering down at you carefully. You sat up, tugging at his shirt a bit. “Hey, what were you doing with Gale earlier?”

“Were you snooping, my dear?”

“Shadowheart saw it… I’m just asking,” you said with a shrug. “Come on, spill. I’ve never seen you like that with him.”

“He was just teaching me some things.”

“You? Learning? From Gale? Are you feeling alright?” You reached to his forehead as if trying to check his temperature, completely aware that, even if he was sick, his cold skin wouldn’t change to match. He ducked away from you, grabbing your wrist and holding it.

“You’re so funny, aren’t you?”

“Come on… you can’t blame me for being curious.”

“You really want to know?”

Now you hoped it wasn’t anything nefarious, eyes going slightly wide and a tiny frown on your face. “Should I be worried?”

“Of course not.”

“Then what is it?”

“I learned a new spell, darling, needed to expand my skillset this close to the end of everything, right?”

“And what spell is that?”

He smirked, eyes dilating slightly, “Why don’t I just show you. Darling?”

You shifted, squirming a bit, “You know what, show me.”

He stood up, flicking his finger in a similar way you usually did when casting spells, and suddenly, your body was still, betraying you even as you tried to move. Only your head and mouth could move, and just slightly. “Hold person? That’s what Gale taught you?”

“Impressed?”

“Why?”

“I had some ideas… that’s all.”

“And what do these ideas entail?”

“We’ve already begun them.”

You blinked, suddenly feeling the urge to curl in, hide, frustrated when your body didn’t comply. Your brain rushed to catch up, to figure out what he was talking about. Then, as if a spark ignited, you understood.

“What… are you planning.”

His hand traced your abdomen, body twitching to move in response but failing to do so. Instead, you felt a shiver betray you as it traveled up your body.

“Gale taught you this?”

“He taught me the spell, the rest is me, darling.”

“I bet he gave you the rest.”

Astarion pouted, then decided to push you backwards, body having no choice but to follow his every whim. He hovered over your neck, gazing into your eyes, his voice lowered. “Is this alright, love?” You tried to nod, the motion barely visible. He kissed your nose, “words.”

“It's good.”

“Perfect.”

His nose nuzzled against your neck, breathing deeply against you, mouth open against your hot skin. You moved your head lightly, as much as you could, craning it out of his way so he could kiss against you, mouthing at your flesh. There was the light scrape of a fang, distracted from by the hand wandering up your torso, dipping beneath your night clothes, fingers tracing and exploring. You shivered, unable to even grasp onto Astarion, hands heavy and still at your side despite your brain’s attempt to pin them against your lover.

“It’s adorable that you still try,” Astarion purred, noting how your own limbs betrayed you, “How sweet you are when you're like this, darling.”

You pouted at him, and he clicked his tongue, arching slightly against you to press his weight atop you, smiling playfully down at you when you twitched to squirm but moved none. “Now, now, behave.”

His hands, carefully, almost reverently, untangled the dress’ halter from your neck, lifting your head to slip it past letting it drop around your hips. You shivered, the night chill now firmly on you, and unable to cover yourself up, you suddenly felt… exposed, not just that, but vulnerable. He paused, just enough to shoot you a look at you returned with a smile, before he restarted his motions. Slowly, he brought his mouth down to your chest, kissing, sucking, and then biting just under your breast, a tiny mewl escaping you. He continued down, hand tight on your abdomen, holding you down more despite your inability to move at all. There was a word to describe it, and as you tried to lose yourself, closing your eyes and simply feeling, you realized that it was adoring. Not just adoring… but worship.

“You’re quite cute when you’re like this, you know… so sensitive, so receptive.”

“Hush,” you tried to bite back, but the word came out breathless. His hand just reached for your thigh, throwing it over his shoulder as if it weighed nothing, moving gently down your leg, listening carefully, watching as your chest heaved, and changing pressure or position in response. This was worship, and he was taking full advantage of your stillness to do so.

“Astar- hmm, there. Yes, there.”

“Of course, my dear.”

He mouthed at the top of your hip, before pressing a single fang into the skin, a sharp moan punching out of you. “Fuck,” you hummed.

You had a moment, in bliss, where you realized, this was almost a kind punishment. You were so keen on his pleasure, his comfort, that you quite often put your’s second. You were quick to redirect attention to him, and while it often worked out for the both of you, you were sure he was taking this chance to do what you often distracted him from doing.

One hand moved your arms for you, placing them up and over your head, pressed against the mattress, chest going taut from the new position. Astarion licked his lips, the slight tint of red now upon them, before he leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, hums vibrating through you.

“I almost feel the need to thank the poor cultist that almost eviscerated Wyll, or else I wouldn’t have gotten such a delicious idea.”

You wanted to tease back, but all the cleverness was beyond your reach, your thoughts fully on just Astarion, chanting his name like some sort of mantra of desperation and adoration. You let it be, sighing and allowing him to fully lather you in attention.

There was a hand against your core, soft, as if merely testing the waters. You wanted to shift against it, to do the work yourself, but Astarion shushed you lightly, a kiss against the top of your breast. “I got you, let me take care of it, darling. It’s what I’m good at.”

He was good at plenty, you wanted to remind him, but instead, you mindlessly nodded as much as the spell would let you, moaning as a finger pressed inside you. He was always good at that, knowing you preferred pressure to speed, slow and deep to anything else. You hadn’t even really known that until meeting him, half of this felt utterly new to you, but you were grateful for his patience… and his expertise.

“Good?”

“Mhm,” you responded, gasping out when his fingers curled within you, hooking somewhere that always pushed you towards climax faster than anything else. You wanted more, friction on top of the deft fingers that were within you, and your brows scrunched.

“What do you need, love? Say it and it’s your’s.”

“Friction,” you barely got the word coherently out, and he nodded, his still covered knee pressing against you, working in tandem with his hands.

“I, hah, yeah ok.”

Astarion chuckled, always pleased at how you went either quiet or almost silly whenever he took the lead, and he continued. Something in you tightened, a small bow pulling back, back, back until the string felt ready to snap. His finger grazed against you, hitting the little heartbeat and that was it. Your vision clouded, going white with stars buzzing in your eyes. Your chest heaved, and you realized that, somewhere during your climax, Astarion had let go of the spell, your body now curled against him, his arms around you, gently coaxing you down from your orgasm. You hummed, burying your nose into his chest.

“I can’t believe you had Gale teach you for this,” you mumbled, the snark in your voice quieter than you intended, no doubt a side effect of your tiresome body.

“Oh, I told him it was so I could be a more effective fighter,” he sneered, “He has no idea.”

You recalled how loud you had just been, then smiled. “I think he does.”

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You had been happy to simply get an early night, happy to perhaps just take some time for yourself. The others had been keen on going out, Baldur’s gate had a way of dragging out the livelier side of your companions out into the open. You, however, while willing to do it eventually, weren’t quite feeling it tonight. Hells, you had almost had a few brushes with death today, and you were not sure that alcohol or the nightlife of the busiest city in the area would be at all helpful. The others had shown disappointment, but had eventually let up when you assured them you were just preferring a night in.

It was Astarion who didn’t quite let go, and who even promised to stay with you. You, however, knew he could do with a night away from your worrying and plotting, so you told him to come find you later after he had enjoyed himself, and not a moment sooner.

So you sat on the ground of your tent, paging through books, sifting through the various trinkets, useful supplies, and sellable wares within your party’s ownership, trying to organize the ever growing mishmash of random nonsense. You were fixing up a particular spear, when giggling sounded behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see Astarion, practically stumbling through the flap of the tent, eyes dilating when he spied you.

“There you are, darling, you know, I was just thinking of you.”

“Where are the others?”

He pressed a hand to his chest, “Are you really that concerned about the others when I’m standing right in front of you, I’m almost hurt… how dare you.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing yourself up and going to him, wrapping your arms around him with a sigh. You could smell the booze ebbing off him in waves, wine and something a bit more cherry-like. Why the others weren’t with him was beyond you, and you chose to assume he wandered off after telling them and let them have the rest of their fun for the night. Instead, you felt teeth against your neck, and you pulled back, scoffing at him with a smile.

“Did you just bite me?” You questioned, half laughing, half exasperated.

He just giggled, “You like when I bite you.”

“I never said I didn’t, but we keep our fangs to ourselves, mister,” you chided, pointing a finger at him. He merely snapped his jaws at the appendage, and you shook your head at him, reaching out to run a hand through his hair. “What has gotten into you?”

“Wine, alcohol, a little bit of some drunk guy’s blood, who also was on wine…” he hiccuped a bit, swaying, his fang poking out from his smirk. He looked, well, cute, something you knew he could look like but hadn’t before had the proof of. Now, you almost wanted to squish him, to take him in your arms and rub your face against him similar to how you did with Scratch when you were able to coax him into your grip. He was watching you now, eyes tracking you like he was putting the pieces together. “You’re staring at me weirdly, my love,” he crooned.

“You’re cute.”

“Cute?” He acted offended, “Nonsense, I’m anything b-“

You scratched at his scalp, watching as he nuzzled into your touch, practically purring at you. You bit your lip, suppressing a giggle as your other hand came to his waist, steadying his swaying with a small hum. He, instead, grabbed your hand, leading you backward and pushing you back onto the bed, immediately climbing on top of you and kissing your neck.

“Astarion!”

“Yes, dear?”

“What are you doing?”

“You know, you pretended to be offended by my biting earlier… but don’t lie to me, you love it.”

Oh, so that’s what this was, a game. You smiled, looking sidelong at him, scooching on the bed to actually gaze at him. “We need to have manners, don’t you think?”

“I am the epitome of manners, my love. I have no idea what you’re suggesting.”

“That we don’t bite-“

He nipped at your neck, earning a playful squeal from you that only egged him on more. Your hands shot around his waist, practically giggling as he kissed at your neck, smiling against your skin. “You love when I bite, admit it.”

“No-“

“Oh? Playing coy, are we?” You could hear the smarminess in his voice, “Guess I’ll just have to prove it, hm?”

His hands dipped beneath your shirt, pressing against your abdomen as he kissed your neck, smiling all the way, as if he already knew he would win this little game of yours. You could feel the wine, the heat of it on your skin, the only heat he often had being that of the adopted or stolen warmth, often from you. Now, he was nestled between your legs, already undoing your pants and tugging them off.

The cool night air hit you, and you gasped slightly, closing your legs with little success as his body blocked you. You realized that he was against you, cock hard already beside your thigh, hands bracing his weight next to your head. You smiled up at him, hand resting on his cheek, and he kissed the heel of your palm, before sliding into you. As he did, his teeth found your neck, burrowing into your soft flesh as you moaned, scrambling to clutch at his back. He pumped into you, and with that sensation paired with the sucking at your neck, you thought you might cum right then and there. Your fingers dug into his back, no doubt leaving small cuts in their wake, but he just chuckled, the sound vibrating against your flesh.

“What did I say… you love this, don’t you, darling?”

“I- yes, yes.”

“When I drink from anyone else, it’s never quite like this, how lucky I am to have a generous blood donor, aren’t I? How sweet of you to be mine like that.”

You moaned in response, legs hooking around his waist, head falling back against the sheets. He always filled you in this way that felt both like comfort and disgusting pleasure, overwhelming yet safe, as if his presence meant you would be alright. The haziness of when he drank from you always brought you this numb enjoyment, but he had never really drank from you and fucked you, not like this.

Now, he pumped into you like he had something to prove, drank from you in a way that felt obscene. The caution he had begun with, that had been so present when he first bit you had been thrown to the wind…. It had been weeks ago, but this? This was new.

“Admit it, darling, you love when I have you like this, love when you’re beneath me.” You could feel something liquid on your neck, running down your now on fire skin, “Look at how precious you are, how beautiful…”

You nodded silently, mouth falling open, and Astarion took advantage of it, kissing you, the taste of your own blood on his tongue and teeth. You hummed into his mouth, your core feeling molten, this half painful, half wonderful sensation between your legs.

“Astarion,” you breathed.

“Go on, love, cum for me, hm?”

You did, crying out his name in a slight yelp, feeling as he followed closely behind. You hummed mindlessly, body going slack beneath him, and as you tried to come back to yourself, you could feel stray kisses against your legs and torso. Your eyes flickered open, spying him, his lips slightly redder than usual, grinning down at you.

“You enjoyed that, didn’t you?”

“I always do.”

He pulled himself off you, much to your dismay, and when you whined to let him know, he came back, pressing a small peck to your forehead, before leaving again. When he returned, there was a damp cloth in his hand, one that he pressed to your neck, gently. You winced, a slight sting replacing the previous pleasure, and he gently brushed his fingers through your hair, a slight frown.

“I know… I was a bit rough… I’m sorry.”

You ignored his apology, instead leaning into his touch, pulling yourself up to sit with some struggle, then placing yourself carefully in his lap. He continued to care for you, cleaning you off, whispering soft praises, offering delicate kisses to bare skin.

“What was that about,” you finally asked him.

He just shrugged, “I had some blood from someone on the street, then I realized you’ve spoiled me, darling. Nothing tastes as good anymore.”

“It’s better than the rats, though, right?”

“oh, of course it is, anything is… I’m afraid you’ve ruined my appetite, my dear.”

You smiled, humming, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. “That’s good for me then, I quite like keeping you to myself.”

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You hadn’t really looked around camp before, too caught up in your own head to really realize past your immediate surroundings, your main tents and such. You almost didn’t notice the building across the way until it started raining, and your dwelling in your thoughts was abruptly cut short. You went running into the building without thinking, until the existence of it registered in your mind. It was a church, or at least you thought it was. An altar stood on the far side, candles mysteriously lit. At one point, it looked like it had been used, regularly attended by whoever would hold either service or worship there, but that must have been some time ago. You couldn’t even figure out which god it belonged to, all the details that would have given it away mysteriously missing.

From then on, though, it made a good hiding place, somewhere you could go and nobody would really look for you, a nice empty room with some sort of serenity that no doubt existed amongst those who used it years ago. Now it was a mere personal spot, and every time you found yourself within it, you mentally apologized to whatever god now was missing quite the nice space of worship, Then again, you figured the gods had bigger problems to worry about, starting with the Absolute.

The door creaked behind you, and you looked over your shoulder, spying Astarion curiously taking in the small little chapel, hands on his hips, head upturned. You spun a bit to face him better, smiling and waiting for him to notice you.

“You found a nice spot here, darling, what a shame you’ve kept it all to yourself.”

“You never seemed to love chapels all that much.”

“What makes you say that?”

“The way you pout anytime we enter one… oh, and the time you specifically stated you make an effort to avoid them.”

He shrugged, “I don’t care for the gods much, especially not in the way our companions do. Their prayers may have been answered, but I still remember how mine went ignored.”

It hadn’t been hard to tell Astarion was agnostic from the beginning, where the others were almost obvious with their deities, he didn’t seem to bring anyone to the table. It was later that you figure out why, a bitterness of his situation going unhealed for so long. You couldn’t blame him, it was a perfectly credible reason for his refusal to entertain any of the gods. Hells, if he had just mentioned their pettiness and called it a day, you would have nodded and let him have it, he just happened to have a far more personal reason for his refusal of the immortal powers.

And a sadder one.

You pat the spot next to you, beckoning him to join. He pouted slightly, before reluctantly joining you. It almost looked like he felt out of place in such a spot, like it was going to burn him or toss him out at any second. You wondered if he once did trust any of the gods, back when he was a mere mortal magistrate, though, you were positive that, if he had, he'd forgotten it all. You placed a steadying hand atop his, smiling sweetly at him. “It’s not going to bite you, I promise.” You then turned back to your quiet meditation, “I don’t think these walls hold any gods anymore… they’ve been forgotten by them, whoever it was.”

“I suppose you’re right.” There was a beat, and he snickered a bit, “You know… it almost reminds me of that little space back in the goblin camp.”

You opened your eyes, peering at him, brow raised, “You think it was a Selunite chapel at one point?”

You looked around, trying to spot any telltale signs of Selune, moons, circles, crescents, stars, anything that reminded you of the goddess. You found none however, and Astarion laughed a bit.

“No, not that, dear, the one where you got whipped half to death.”

The heat shot to your face and you squeaked a bit, caught. You had thought everyone had forgotten it, either by choice or by hopeful chance. They hadn’t brought it up at all, thank the hells, but Astarion never forgot, and you should have expected that.

“I completely forgot about that,” you lied, as if the blessing you received on the battlefield wasn’t a constant reminder of what you had done to win such a favor. Astarion smirked, fangs poking out from beneath his lip.

“I hadn’t.” He clicked his tongue, “It was impressive in truth, he certainly didn’t hold back,” he smirked at you, practically licking his lips, “and the way you responded was delicious.”

You glanced around, hoping that if there were any remains of a god’s presence by chance in the chapel, that they had chosen not to listen. That, or that your companions weren’t outside with their ears pressed to the doors. You coughed a bit, forcing a smile.

“I can’t really remember it-“

“Don’t lie, darling, it’s not a good look on you,” he tilted his head, “Especially when you’re so good… it’s unlike you.”

You squirmed, suddenly feeling caught and with no escape in sight. Maybe you should pray to a god, they might be able to get you out of this, if they chose to listen at all. You laughed a bit, “I’m not lying-“

“There you go again, perhaps you need to learn a lesson, hm?”

Oh… oh. You swallowed, and offered a tiny hum in response, words not coming to you easy anymore. Astarion noticed, his air of nonchalance returning. “You know… I meant what I said during that…”

“That you were impressed by how much blood I had in me?”

“Oh, that too… but I was thinking more the fact that I did have my hopes you were into that.”

Your mouth went dry, as if your greatest secret had just been let out. You weren’t exactly… totally into that, it was something that, on occasion, you enjoyed. You typically preferred the tenderness, mixed with a bit of rough exterior just to undercut it all. But… it had been… almost nice, something you slotted away for later… that, and blamed on your darker urges talking hold. You hadn’t even dreamed of bringing it back up, too embarrassed to even remember and even more mortified to admit that you might actually enjoy such a thing.

“I- I. Um-“

“Speechless, hm? I do have that effect on you, don’t I, my love?”

You just blinked, knowing if you spoke all words would betray you. As if sensing he might have hit a tender spot, his flirtation fell away, replaced by the more caring Astarion you and only you knew. “Are you alright, darling?”

You nodded, and his hand found your arm, gently grasping around your wrist and bringing it to his lips. “Words, please.”

“I’m alright.”

“Tell me if you’re not, yes?”

“Yes.”

He smiled, “Good girl.” Then he kissed the inside of your wrist, and continued. “So… I was thinking, "I'm ever so bored and you… you haven’t indulged in some while unless,” He narrowed his eyes, “you’ve been lying and secretly going with one of the others.”

That got a laugh from you, the notion relatively unheard of. Ever since you started this with him, it had been only him you cared for, even having to deny the advances of the others. Pleased, he grinned, practically picking you up and carrying you over to the altar, placing you atop it.

“Undress for me, darling.”

Your fingers gripped the halter of your dress, twisting it around and off your neck, letting the rest of it fall to the floor. Astarion stared all the way, eyes tracking every movement with a hunger that reminded you of the first night he bit you. It was hunger, sure, this almost hunter-like stance, but it was desperation too, this need for him to have this, this feeling that would (and had) led to begging.

When you were finished, you looked at him, keeping your arms firmly at your sides despite the want to cover yourself up, both from the cold and his sturdy stare. He spun his finger clockwise, and you obliged, turning around, the smooth marble of the altar in front of you.

His lips were on you, a cool kiss to your shoulder, then to the center of the back of your neck, the top of your spine, then down towards the very top of your pelvis. He pulled back, and you felt a new sensation on you, leather, slightly warm as if it was tucked in layers of a pack or against a body. You shivered as it ran up the vertebrae of your spine, slow, teasing, completely intentional in its path. Your body twitched, as if it tickled, the touch just too light, and you heard the dark chuckle of your partner from behind you.

“Always so receptive, my dear, beautiful…”

The touch pulled away, replaced by the sharp sting of leather cutting across your body as it smacked against skin. You yelped out, bracing against the altar, a slight furrowing of your brows, before you glanced over your shoulder, eyes hooded. There was the slightest tug at your lips.

“Come on, a child can hit harder than that,” you parroted, watching as sheer delight danced in Astarion’s eyes. His hand tightened around the makeshift whip, his tongue darting over his lips. You turned back around, body braced for the next strike, instead, met with a chaste kiss to the crook of your neck.

“Relax. Don’t brace, just trust me, hm?”

You nodded, letting your body un-tense as his hand dropped from your arm, body receding. After a beat, another strike. You bit your lip again, a muffled cry of pain and pleasure erupting from you, the slight sting against your bare skin. You huffed out, head dropping slightly, an almost delirious giggle leaving you. “You look tired, should I take over, darling?” You purred, not even looking at him.

Another strike, this one towards your lower back. You jumped, this time, moaning as your hands lay flat against the altar’s surface, all body weight resting against them.

“You’re doing wonderful, love. You look so good like this.”

“Hit me as hard as you can,” you breathed out as arms wrapped around your waist, Astarion’s body pressing into you as he lined kisses along your skin, hands feeling along your abdomen. Your head fell back against his shoulder, and he kissed you, tongue licking your bottom lip before fangs nipped. He pulled away, hands tracing up to your breasts, kneading at the soft tissue with a hum.

“You’re sure? I don’t want to actually hurt you, darling.”

“I’m sure… I want it.”

He practically purred at you, pressing an approving kiss to your jaw before leaving your body with one graceful dip away, returning to his previous position. You relaxed, body anticipated the pleasure. You heard the sound before you felt it, a sharp snap that dug into the center of your back, forcing you to fall forward, elbows against the marble table. A shattered moan in the form of Astarion’s name shivered through you, and before you knew it, he was on you. You had no idea how he undressed that quickly, and a part of you wondered if he had been the whole time and you just hadn’t noticed.

He slid into you, kissing at your back, licking at the slight blood coming from the new wounds as he pumped into you. You stayed bent over, sure that if you moved, you would have to depend on him to hold you up, and as if noticing this, an arm snaked around your waist, holding you steady at your pelvis, the other hand weaving around your neck, tilting it slightly so he could bite into you.

You mewled, ragdolling against him, all thought leaving your mind. You were his, utterly, totally, and he knew that. His motions slowed, hips angling upwards as you whined, needing him to stay just like that, right there. Your vision went spotty, and the words you thought you were saying began to fall apart into simple sounds instead, only one word remaining true. Astarion.

“Cum for me, darling, go on, show me how pretty you look like that.”

You did, crying out, body falling against the cool stone in front of you. Eventually, Astarion pulled out, much to your dismay, and hands hooked around your legs, pulling you up and laying you out on the table. He looked down at you, checking you for genuine harm.

“Can you turn over for me, love?”

You hazily obliged, and felt Astarion’s tongue on you, lapping at any stray blood left from the whip, the numb feeling spreading over your skin as he did.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever mentioned this, I mean, I’m sure I have, but I think you’re my favorite taste…”

“Even over your favorite whine?” You mumbled, brain still not entirely there. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“It pales in comparison to you, my dear.”

You hummed, gesturing for him to bring you to the ground, and he did so, lowering the two of you and letting you lean against him, curled in a ball in his lap. His hands gently traced the new wounds on your back, then followed old scars, some from more recent battles, some from a past not remembered.

“I apologize if these scar, Tav, we’ll figure out a way to-“

“I want them to,” you protested, smiling at him, “Then I can remember this when I look in the mirror.”

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“I was wondering… do you think any of the tadpoles have other… perks?”

You were staring in your makeshift mirror, trying to fasten armor to yourself. It was always weird that you couldn’t simply look into the silver and see your partner staring back, almost disorienting to know, when you turned he’d be there, look back to the glass, and gone. You fixed one of your earrings, thinking to yourself.

“Hmmm, probably. There’s a lot we don’t know about them-“

“Oh, darling, I know they can do what I want… the question is if it will have the desired effect.”

“What?”

You spun now, leaning against the table with a small tilt to your head, eyes following over his body lounged on your bed, a smirk firmly on his face. “Well, I was wondering if I could show… certain images?”

“You can, you know this, what are you getting at, love?” His smirk grew into a grin, and he shifted, camp shirt pulling from his pants, revealing just the slightest bit of torso. Your eyes flicked to it, then looked away, hoping you weren’t caught. The hum he gave you confirmed you had failed at that, and you swallowed, crossing your arms. “What are you trying to say, Astarion?” You repeated.

Instead, there was a slight pulsing in your mind, the hum of not a memory, but a new image, conjured by the man stretched in front of you. You were bent against him, back arching into his torso, his fingers buried deep inside you. The only words coming from your swollen lips was his name.

The scene faded, and you shivered, feeling the flush crawl its way to your nose and cheeks. “What was that about?” You felt the presence again, then cut it off, “Words, darling.”

“I’m proposing a game. We take turns sending such images to each other, no touching, and the first to cave… wins.”

You narrowed your gaze at him, a slight quirk of your brow. “And what do we win, hm?”

He considered, pressing a finger to his chin, eyes tilted towards the ceiling. Then, a cruel smile found its way to his lips. “Maybe not win so much as lose.”

Your suspicion dropped, replaced by wide eyes, then, you glared at him, stern. “What are you saying?”

“Whoever loses has to accidentally slip and share what we’re doing to the others… during it.”

Your body went still. It was fun, and sounded like a good jest, but paired with such a loss, you almost felt like there was nothing in it for you, especially not when you would have to face your companions tomorrow. Not to mention, there was the matter of even subjecting the others to it. You waved your hands. “No, nope. Find a new win.”

He pouted, “You’re no fun.”

“You’re right I’m such a bore, find something else, my love.”

This time, he genuinely thought of something, the creases in his brow, active thinking in his eyes real and genuine instead of some performance. You watched him, the cogs slowly turning, a look on him that you found, admittedly, cute. His eyes lit up. “The other gets to do whatever they want to the other.”

“We’re already open about-“

“Whatever.” He repeated. And you knew, what he would propose if he won was something that either you weren’t keen on sharing (despite your interest in it nonetheless) or you were completely unaware altogether. What it could be was beyond you, and any idea or theory you tried to come up with failed to fulfill what you wanted. He just watched you, gleeful as you clearly tried to get ahead of his punishment before it even began. Finally you sighed. “Fine.”

He pushed himself off the bed, coming over to kiss your neck, his body nowhere to be seen in the mirror. Then, he left as quickly as he came, moving to the entrance to your tent. You called to him. “When do we start?”

He smirked, and the image of you beneath him, fangs and cock inside you, danced behind your eyes. You could hear his chuckle. “Now.”

——

The first time was after the others set off in front of you. Astarion, strangely, took the front, something he only did if he was beside you. But hanging back seemed preferable, at least, when it came to protecting the rest of the party. Lately, enemies had been looking for sneak attacks against your flank, preferable for inconspicuous assassinations rather than direct assaults; in such a clamoring city when anyone could look over and be a witness, discretion was better. So in the back you lingered.

There was that pressure behind your eyes, a pinch at your brow and you readied yourself for some enemy’s monologue. Again, discretion usually worked better for villains, though, someone like Orin didn’t exactly seem to care.

Instead, it was you, restrained with satin ribbon, blood red and shining in the low light. Your body was slick, sweat beading on your forehead, brows scrunched together. Your legs were the only thing left unbound, instead, held apart by pale hands, a head between them and a mouth on you. Astarion’s tongue slowly, almost excruciatingly. Licked over your clit, a small moan befalling him much to his delight. His tongue lingered at your entrance.

And the connection was cut off.

You gasped slightly, blinking rapidly as the sounds and scenes of Baldur’s Gate returned to you full force. You swore under your breath, shaking your head and rushing to catch up to the group who had now gotten halfway down the street without you. There was the tiniest look from Astarion, a quick, cheeky raise of his brow. You mouthed asshole” at him and as he turned away you could hear his laugh.

——

Some time passed, the group slowing to take a breather at a nearby tavern. Karlach held tight to her pint, leaning against the table as her and Shadowheart talked excitedly about shopping plans they wanted to pursue. The other four, Halsin included, listened contently. It warmed your heart, to see this small hint of normalcy amongst the chaos. Astarion sat on the side, seemingly uninterested. It had gone oddly silent on his end, and you figured it was your turn. You considered all your options. Something on the tamer side, build up to the rest. You had self control, you could play the long game. You smiled, innocently taking a sip from your own glass as you sent him his own scene.

You were on your knees in front of him, kissing his abdomen, down to his pelvis, stopping just at the beginning of white curls. He moaned lightly, a hand gripping into your hair as you left a quick kiss to the tip of his cock, smiling sweetly up at your blushing lover, pressing your cheek to his thigh with a small half sigh. With an innocent blink, you moved back to his cock, licking down the length, opening your lips to take it in your mouth..

Then you severed the connection.

As you did so, you heard the smallest of mewls from Astarion, covered quickly by a cough. Wyll eyed him.

“You alright, Astarion?”

“Fine, perfect, why would you ask?” Then he pushed himself from the table, looking at everyone, muttering an “excuse me”, and rushing off to the upstairs rooms. The group all slowly turned to you with curious glances, and you just shrugged.

“No idea what that’s about,” you lied.

——

The next time it happened, you were trying to negotiate with one of the merchants. The same brush, the invitation to witness, then suddenly you heard your own voice cry out, before it was muffled by a pillow.

You were on your stomach, a cushion beneath you, your body practically tangled in sheets as Astarion fucked into you. One hand gripped your hip, fingers gently massaging the flesh, a stark contrast to the almost harsh pounding and slamming of his hips. You cried out again, biting your lip when you heard his voice.

“No, don’t do that, you sound so beautiful… let me hear you, darling.”

So you did, his hand gently wandering to your stomach, gripping and tilting you just slightly, realizing so he could fuck into the space inside you that always got you the most worked up. He pulled back.

Then you saw the merchant staring worryingly at you.

“Are you alright, m’am?”

You stared in disbelief, then cleared your throat, offering a small nervous laugh. “Yes, apologizes, the lack of sleep must be getting to me more than I thought.”

She nodded, seemingly unconvinced but deciding to drop the matter as she moved to show you the potions in stock. Astarion snorted behind you, and you shot him a glare, pointing a warning finger at him. One he just smirked at.

Fine. Challenge accepted.

—

You and the group loitered at a table on a patio at another tavern. Shadowheart had run into Nocturne, the two chattering like old friends. You wanted them to catch up, Nocturne was Shadowheart’s best insight into who she was, the memories she had lost… that, and the only Sharran who had chosen companionship over the goddess. Gale and Will discussed various books while Lae’zel cleaned her sword. Karlach happily watched Shadowheart, and you noticed her tail gently wagging side to side. Halsin, on the other hand, was focused on the people passing by, watching them, no doubt trying to find some connection with the nature in the city, even though it was mostly stray cats, rats, and busy humans.

Astarion looked bored though. His finger balanced on the pommel of his dagger, wobbling it around on its point against the table. He leaned his chin on his free arm, a slight pout on his face.

Perfect.

You silently got up, moving up towards the empty parlor in the upstairs of the tavern. An invitation, a second later, and you were sure you had his rapt attention.

You were completely naked on the bed, though, the flush on your body and the sheen on your heaving chest told him, this wasn’t exactly the first round, or the second, or third. Astarion was on the edge of the bed, kissing your thigh before pulling back, eyes wandering over your body.

“Astarion, please…”

“What do you need, darling?”

“I.. please, let me cum.”

“So behaved,” he purred, crawling up your body and placing a soft kiss to your temple. “Could you withstand one more round, dear?”

A frustrated moan escaped your lips, sheer desperation in your face. He shushed you, then smiled against your neck, a quick kiss to your jaw. “Since you’ve done so well, I’ll let you beg for it… can you do that?”

You shivered, but did so, dropping your voice to a low purr but keeping all the needy desperation in your words. “Astarion, please, please I’ll do whatever you want, I need you.” Your hand traced down his chest, dipping lower as you whispered one last. “Please, Astarion.”

Then you dropped it. Satisfied, you left the room, slowly walking into the hallway just to be stopped by Astarion. You stumbled, falling back against the wall as he stood before you, mere inches from your body. His lips were parted, eyes dilated, chest rising up and down.

His eyes flicked to your lips, then your neck. You smiled sweetly at him, then hummed.

“No touching, remember?”

He grumbled, begrudgingly backing up and letting you leave. You could still feel his eyes on you as you sauntered down the stairs.

——

You were getting ready for bed when you felt the connection, gentle, coaxing this time. You finished getting into your dress, then obliged, joining the scene Astarion had so diligently laid out for you.

You were in the same position as you truly were, standing in front of your mirror, now fully dressed, when a hand snuck up your waist, stopping just at the underside of your breasts. There were his lips then, against your neck, gentle but persistent, adoringly offering little pecks and nibbles against warm skin. Your eyes fell closed, head falling against his shoulder when you felt his finger hook beneath your chin.

“No, don’t do that, I want you to see how beautiful you are. Darling, look.”

Your eyes fluttered open, landing on the mirror. Your face was a dusty pink, eyes dark and mouth slightly open. You couldn’t see him, but you felt him all over your body, slowly feeling you as if he himself was sculpting your figure. He kissed down your arm, hand finding your hip with a small squeeze, the other settled against your neck. Then he returned to your shoulder with his lips.

He bit you, a small moan escaping from him, drinking slowly, almost tenderly from you. You mewled, watching the mirror as you squirmed, vision getting progressively more hazy, feeling the slight heartbeat of want between your legs.

“Astarion,” you breathed.

“Right here, love.”

The words weren’t from the scene, and as the connection slowly faded away with your blinking, you turned to see Astarion standing at the entrance of your tent, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched you, sheer love in his gaze. You opened your mouth, closed it.

Then you grabbed his shirt collar and kissed him.

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The fire crackled as you strolled past it, watching as Shadowheart tended to her one plant and Wyll took a sip from the wine you had totally not stolen today. You offered a kind smile to them as you made your way over the Scratch and the Owlbear, playing at the edge of the pier. You bent down, offering your hands as they both insisted on pets, to which you obliged, scratching beneath their chin and behind their ears.

“They’re getting to be quite close… glad to see some of nature thriving in this city.”

You smiled gently, before slowly turning to look at Halsin, the two animals scampering away. You watched them go before pushing yourself to stand, dusting yourself off just slightly. “I’m glad… they needed a companion. It’s good they have each other.”

“Good you found both of them, then.” Halsin then tilted his head, an albeit awkward cough as he gestured towards you. “Has Astarion talked to you by any chance?”

You raised your brow, crossing your arms with a small slanted smile “I mean, yes, I did just see him-“

He laughed, “Something tells me he didn’t.”

Now you were plain confused, arms dropping to your side as you shifted on your feet, peering curiously at him. “Is there something he should be telling me?”

“Best you ask him that.”

You nodded, slowly making your way back to your tent where Astarion was laying, book in hand and utterly unbothered. He glanced up to you, smiling sweetly. “There you are, darling, I was beginning to worry the Owlbear ate you.”

“Why is Halsin asking me to talk to you?”

He pouted, then put his book aside, muttering something to himself that you couldn’t quite make out before he offered a smile. “Remember when you lost the game, my love?”

“Yes…” you droned out cautiously.

“Well, Halsin and I have been talking, and I have some ideas.”

So this was why he wanted that game. He knew you would never propose such a thing yourself, purely out of respect for both of the men, though, the idea had always… intrigued you. You glared at him. “What did you do?”

He pressed a hand to his chest, “You wound me, I haven’t done anything besides conspire with our dear druid… and we came to an agreement.”

“Without me, hm?”

“You did lose, my love…”

You huffed, “What am I signing up for?”

Astarion grinned, the expression slowly spreading across his face as he hummed. “Something I’ve been wanting to do for some time.” Then, he reconsidered, waving a hand and nodding, “More like something I’ve been wanting to watch you do.”

Your face flushed, and you groaned. “I never should have played the game, hm?”

“Oh quite the opposite. I’m going to have so much fun.”

——

Astarion led you out towards the woods, a slight feeling of deja vu washing over you, especially as his hand wrapped around your’s a gentle hold on you the whole way.

“You know, if I didn’t love you, I’d think you were dragging me out here to kill me.”

He smiled, “how do you know I’m not?”

“Because you know that, when it comes to close range, I’m far superior,” you offered in a singsong voice. He nodded, ignoring the small threat of death as a clearing came into view, a larger silhouette right at the edge of it.

“There you are, I was wondering if you were going to show.”

Astarion let go of you then, walking towards Halsin with the utmost swagger. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world, her however…”

“I assume you’re ok with this? If you’re not, you can tell me now and we’ll forget all about this.”

You realized Halsin was looking at you, waiting for you to give him full consent. Part of you wondered what the hell you were getting into, and if maybe you should call it quits and leave before you could sign up for anything you didn’t actually read the fine print on. You instead decided to trust the two, nodding slowly. “I hardly know what’s about to happen, but I’m fine with it.”

“You didn’t tell her?”

“Surprise,” Astarion hummed, a smirk shot over towards you. You shifted on your feet.

“Tell me… what.”

“You’re starting off, my dear, I’ll join you two when I’m ready.”

Now you were blushing, cheeks going hot as your fists balled at your side. Sensing your slight nervousness, Astarion’s smarm dropped, coming to your side, his hand against your arm as he stepped behind you, head dropping towards your ear. “If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to, love. This should be fun for you too.”

Surprisingly, you were warming to the idea. You guessed it wouldn’t be true to say you didn’t find the druid attractive, not to mention, out of all your companions, he had shown the most affection towards you, often stepping in to help Astarion in comforting you, being the first person to aid you in your plans, or even just spending time with you. You supposed, yeah, there was some chemistry there, something you had noticed back in the beginnings of yours and Astarion’s relationship, but as such links got closer, you filed it away for later.

But now, it was staring you in the face, all of it with Astarion’s approval. Despite being relatively tall, about an inch above Astarion, you were almost tiny in comparison to Halsin, a part of you worried that you wouldn’t even be able to physically do this… and for some reason, you were suddenly filled with the urge to prove you could.

“I want to do this,” you whispered to Astarion. “I mean, I think I can.”

“Of course you can, you’ve always been quite flexible..”

You lightly smacked his arm, earning a chuckle from the vampire as you nodded to Halsin, curious how any of this even came about. “How’d he rope you into this?”

“I went to him actually,” Halsin said a bit sheepishly.

“You… you went to him,” you repeated dumbfounded.

“I know you two are together, if anything, you can smell him on you… I wanted to ask him first before I proposed anything to you…”

So… all those hints you figured you had been overthinking were actually signs, and you had blissfully ignored them as kindness. Well, that they were, but there was a bit more intention to them too. Your eyes widened. “Proposition..”

“Speechless, look at that, Halsin. Already.”

He waved his hands, “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, apologies-“

“No, you didn’t,” you explained, “I just… guess I’m surprised.”

“I can’t figure out why… nature pales in comparison to you.”

Astarion was looking back and forth between you two, watching as both of you fumbled like overly polite fools and flushed at the tiniest things. Amusing, you knew that’s what he thought of all this… you wanted to make him take it back. Just a bit.

You shook yourself, pushing all the nerves from your mind and focusing instead on the task ahead of you. You titled your head, eyes slightly hooded as you looked at Halsin, asking a low, “ready?”

His eyes dilated then, and he smiled, “Always.”

He offered a hand to you, gently letting you place your own into his palm, then he tugged you into him, capturing your lips in his. You hummed against him, body going soft as your eyes fluttered shut, his arms wrapping carefully around your waist. He spun you slightly, back flush against him, and your gaze met Astarion’s, practically glued onto you, something dark in his expression.

Halsin’s hands wandered up your torso, gently tucking under your shirt, warmth on warmth. With one move, your shirt was tugged over your head and tossed to the ground. You mewled a little, cool night air providing a not altogether unlikable sensation, body arching further back into Halsin. A low chuckle rumbled through him and into you. “Do you know how hard it has been for me to contain myself?” His lips traced your neck, lingering over where two tiny scars were beginning to form, sucking right atop them. You moaned out, head falling back against his chest.

“Y-yes…”

“Do you want me to touch you?”

You nodded, only for Astarion to cut in, “Use your words, my love, behave for Halsin.”

“yes,” you breathed out.

“Good girl..”

You smiled at Astarion, always happy to receive his praise as a hand traced the waistband of your pants, your breath catching in your throat in a small whine. Your eyes screwed shut, focusing on the sensations, two large fingers brushing over your clit before pushing into you and curling. A moan punched out of you, your body immediately attempting to grind down onto him, desperate for more. The stretch aloe sent stars to your vision, and you found yourself grinning in delicious delirium.

Your eyes fluttered, looking over to Astarion who was watching so carefully, eyes locked to where Halsin was inside you, his mouth open. You figured he could smell you, the way you were riled up, hear the blood pounding in your veins in response to such attention.

Halsin adjusts, pumping in and out before moving so his knuckles are pressed against your clit. “Shit-“ you groan out, “I.. more…” you mutter. Halsin kisses your jaw.

“Always, my heart.”

He removes his fingers from you, and you whimper, upset in the loss before you’re being picked up and placed onto the ground, leaning against your knees, your upper body held carefully in one of Halsin’s hands. He leans down, a kiss to your back before offering a low, “Is this ok, lover? Are you alright?”

“Yes, gods, yes please…”

There’s a beat, and you realize, Astarion and Halsin are silently communicating with each other, before all of a sudden your pants are removed and something hard is pressing right at your entrance. You moan, pressing back into the feeling, earning a small laugh from Halsin.

“Is she always this eager, Astarion?”

“Quite…. Though I would argue it’s my skill that does that to her.”

You should roll your eyes, but instead, you giggle, sound morphing into a tiny yelp as Halsin presses all of him into you. You fall forward, bracing on your elbows, the stretch stinging just slightly, a pleasurable sensation that has you panting in his grip.

“You take me so well, well done.”

He, gently begins to pump into you, and before you can completely lose yourself, you let your head crane upward to spy Astarion, now slowly approaching, taking your face in his hand before he kisses you, messy, rhythm interrupted by Halsin’s rolling hips. You moan into his mouth, and he licks into you, a small hum of appreciation.

Then Astarion is looking at Halsin, gesturing something, and you’re flipped onto your back, head and back in Astarion’s lap. You can see both of them now, the slight flush on Halsin’s chest, the way Astarion’s staring at you with nothing but desire. Another pump into you, Halsin’s hands now gripping your hips to get more traction, and you're gone.

You don’t register much anymore. You know Astarion’s hands are on your chest, tracing the curves and dips of your body, maneuvering your torso just slightly upwards to help Halsin hit that little spot. Where Halsin has sheer power and size, Astarion knows your body like no other, the study of it practically entirely his. Together? They’re a dangerous pair. Besides, not a single part of you goes ignored. You’re almost overwhelmed.

“A-Astarion…mmHalsin.”

There is the brush of damp hair from your forehead, “Yes, my dear?”

“Please… I… I need more.”

Halsin nods at you, slowing to instead roll into you, fucking deep into you. Your hands shoot towards Astarion, grabbing at his arm as he bends down, pressing on your stomach to ground you, no doubt feeling how deep Halsin is within you. You’re a mess of moans and mutters, repeating their names, panting as you feel something inside you boil over.

Astarion notices, and he shifts you in his lap, bringing you up towards him so he can bite into your neck, sucking from the tiny puncture holes already there, and that’s enough.

You cum with both names on your lips, heart pounding in your head, panting heavily as you try to remember where your body ends and the others begin. You’re not sure what you want the answer to be.

When you come back to yourself, Astarion is staring down at you with a soft smile, hand gently resting against your cheek while Halsin works to clean you up, pressing small kisses to your thighs and stomach. You cover your eyes, huffing out a shaky breath before taking Astarion’s hand in yours.

“You alright darling?”

“I just… need to catch my breath.”

“You did well,” Halsin offers softly, kissing the very top of your breast, “so well for me…”

You hum, not fully back within yourself to come up with any intelligent response, as you merely hold your hand out for him to take. You shift, as he comes closer, changing your position so you can curl against both men. What can you say? Greed was never something beneath you.

“Could we do this again?” You squeak out.

“Darling, I already have ideas for next time-“

Halsin and you shared a look and you nodded, he just chuckled.

“I think it’s your turn next time.”

Chapter Text

Astarion had been clingy.

No, that was an understatement, he had been practically on top of you all day. In battle, he got distracted, often barely missing attacks and just making his targets, when you rested, he lounged on top of you or hung off your body, a weight atop you, when you disappeared, he went looking, when you showed back up, he reattached himself. At this point, you were beginning to wonder if something was genuinely wrong. You tried studying him, searching for the usual signs of distress or that something had happened, and yet you found none, only confounding you more.

That night, he laid atop you as you read, head rested on your chest, limbs wrapped around you as he just watched you page through the book you had found at a local shop. Truthfully, you guessed it had to be boring, like watching paint dry or stones get laid, the repetition mind numbing. But he watched anyway, refusing to go off and find his own entertainment. Eventually, something in your stomach burned, like a pressure building then turning into a stabbing. You winced, then threw your book away, pushing at Astarion.

“Up, up, up.”

“What, why?”

“Because I said so,” you snapped, then stopped, softening and sighing. “Sorry, sorry I didn’t mean that.”

“Are you alright darling?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, don’t really know what came over me.”

There was another stab, or more like a punch to your pelvis, your mind going blank besides pain, pain, pain, and you suddenly felt dizzy. Without another word of explanation, you stormed off, stomping towards the building nearby and locking yourself into one of the bathrooms. You sighed, pressing against the wall, before a sneaking suspicion ran through your mind.

Your period.

You cursed, grabbing one of the rags nearby and making quick work of it. You always hated this, and with three of the party members having to deal with it, it certainly made the adventures hard. Karlach grew distant, barely talking and sleeping most of the time despite her insane amounts of energy, Shadowheart grew utterly irritated, going off at everything and grumping the whole time. You got the whole gist, cramps, tiredness, the sore limbs, and your favorite, the fact that everything seemed to either upset you or pissed. With a sigh, you dragged yourself, defeated, back to the tent, content to just lay in bed and rot. Luckily, the other symptoms hadn’t exactly hit yet, and besides some of the aching in your abdomen, you were alright. You weren’t sure such good fortune would stay for tomorrow.

You envied Lae’zel.

You threw the tent flap back, grumbling to yourself and seeing Astarion perched on your bed, peering at you. His nostrils flared slightly, eyes dilated to almost pitch black, and his mouth felt slightly open.

Oh.

“Are you, um. Ok, darling?”

“That’s why you’ve been hanging off me,” you drawled, staring at him with an unamused stare. “Isn’t it.”

“What the hells are you on about?”

“I got my period.”

His eyes flicked to between your legs, and when you went “ah” with a warning finger, back to your eyes. “I… suppose so.”

“You’re kidding right.”

“It would seem not.”

You went over to bed, climbing in with a slight groan and a frustrated sigh. Astarion, however, gently moved to your side this time, kissing at your temples, his hand twining with yours. “Are you alright, darling?”

“What do you think?”

“I’ll take that as a no.” You grumbled again, rolling into him and burying your face against his chest as a gentle hand came up your back, slow circles atop your skin and another kiss to your head. “What can I do, love?”

“Can you make it go away?”

“If even Shadowheart can’t, I’m not sure anyone can…”

Grumble. He laughed slightly, “Are you sure you’re not a druid, dear? Are you turning into Scratch?” Then he gasped, “Oh no, you’re a werewolf, aren’t you?”

You squeaked a playfully offended sound, then grabbed one of the cushions and threw it at him, “am not! How dare you.”

He grinned, “if you are, we might have to end this, I can work with a mind flayer but a werewolf?” He shuddered, “I draw the line there.”

“I’m not a werewolf.”

Mischief danced in his eyes, “oh good, she’s found her words,” he purred, only to be hit with another cushion. He ignored it, clambering on top of you and peppering your face with kisses. Your hands wound around his back with a gentle hum as you shut your eyes and eased back. Then he stopped, and when you opened your eyes, you saw the expression he had given you when he first asked to bite you. You raised a brow.

“What.”

“Nothing.”

“Astarion, what.”

“I… have a request.”

“Oh here we go-“

“It benefits you too, my dear…”

You studied him, trying to figure out what he wasn’t telling you, and when you put it together. Your eyes widened. “No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“And why not?” He offered you a pout.

“Because, well, I...ew.”

“Darling, I’m a vampire, blood is kinda my thing.” You opened your mouth, shut it, opened it again, and came up with no protest. You narrowed your gaze at him. “Come now, dear, you’ll like it, and I’ll be fed? Why let perfectly good blood go to waste, hm?”

You guessed you really couldn’t argue with that, and your body had already made up its mind, pleading for your logical side to agree and take him up on his request. You rolled your eyes, your hands falling on his cheeks as you kissed the tip of his nose. “You can be such a pain, you know that?”

“Oh I am fully aware, but it seems to work in our favor…”

“Fine. You win.”

He grinned, bending down to nip at your shoulder, a tiny squeal passing through your lips. He smiled against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses down, down, down your body until he reached your legs. Gently, he opened them, pushing them aside, your skirt going with it, fabric falling around your hips. He scooched you forward, pulling you carefully by your thighs, then placing one of the cushions you had used as a weapon beneath you, hips now tilted up. When he got close to your core, you noticed something in him shift, all nonchalance, swagger, and self control out the window as he bent down and sucked.

And, gods, did that feel good.

You moaned out, feeling his tongue already inside you, but instead of his usual motions, he was lapping at you, practically drinking from your body, hums and groans of pleasure coming from him and vibrating through and up your form. You bit your lip, eyes scrunching shut before you felt a small fang at your clit.

“Eyes open, darling, I want you to see how I devour you.”

You looked down your body, seeing him smirking up at you from between your legs. There was blood on his mouth and chin, your’s, and as if he noticed your staring. He brought his thumb to his face, wiping some of it off then sticking his finger in his mouth with a purr, eyes locked on you.

A breath punched out of you, eyes going wide, and all of your tentativeness about this disappeared. “Astarion…”

“Yes, love.”

“I need your mouth on me now.”

And that was enough to rile him up, mouth latching onto you, kissing and sucking and drinking from you like a man parched. His nose rubbed against your clit, hands massaging your hips, your legs, anywhere he could touch without breaking contact with you. You were a mess, all sounds and nondescript words, and he loved every second of it.

You were close, the pain from before gone, replaced by sheer pleasure, this building swirling of fire that had you begging for more. And beg you did.

“S-star, gods, more, please-“

And you had a feeling he was in the same position, such begging would be met with a tease or some little flirt, but he stayed utterly focused on what he was doing, mouth moving in ways you didn’t know were possible, tongue curling inside you, licking at your walls.

“Fuck-“

His arms found under you, pulling you closer with a small yelp, your legs over his shoulders so he could bury himself inside you. His eyes were closed, brows furrowed in something you assumed was focus mixed with ecstasy. When he opened them and found your gaze, you snapped.

Eventually, slowly, you came back to your body, limbs no longer out of your control, vision no longer blurry, and a happy Astarion had taken you in his arms, gently rubbing at your sides and humming.

“There you are…” You smiled, sighing into his neck and pressing a quick kiss to his ear. Words were still not there yet, so you just made a sound. He breathed a laugh. “So I was good then, hm? So good you’re speechless.”

Another sound.

“Usually I would make you use your words, but I will allow you this pass, my love.”

Your eyes flickered open, now taking him in, and you smiled. “You have some blood, my dear…”

He wiped at his face, missing it, and you decided, why not, craning upwards to lick it from his cheek. He just stared at you, eyes once more blowing out.

“Do that again and I might just fuck you all week.”

“Get more blood on your face and I’ll do it again.”

He grinned, already flipping you onto your back and crawling back down your body. “With pleasure, darling.”