Cuivel

You ended up stumbling upon a tavern, the perfect place to drink your worries away. Asking the barman for the strongest drink, you feel the bitter taste on your tongue. Angrily, you take a hearty gulp of the liquor. It burns on the way down, unsurprisingly, and you have to breathe slowly through your nose so it doesn't come back up.

As you're trying to finish that drink, leaning angstily against a wall in the corner of the room, you sense someone approaching you.

"Hey." The voice belongs to a charming man. Not as good looking as Astarion, but attractive enough to catch your attention.

You introduced yourselves and talked for a bit, gravitating closer to each other. There was a subtle tension in the air, and you could tell from his eyes that he was attracted to you, desiring to know you on a deeper level than just casual conversation. However, your mind kept drifting to thoughts of Astarion despite your best efforts to push him out of your head. It's a little too late for regrets now, though.

As the stranger leans in for a kiss, a grip winds around your wrist like a vice, not painful but certainly unforgiving. Startled, you look up and see the sole reason for you being there.

Astarion's red eyes are dark, pupils blown wider than you've ever seen before, and his entire body is riddled with tension. He doesn't even spare a look at the other guy. His jaw is locked tightly, and he hisses through clenched teeth.

"Come with me. Now."

Before you know it you've been dragged to his rented bedroom, and he is pressing you against the door the second it closes behind you with a heavy, loud thud.

Astarion inhales deeply as though to calm himself down, only to let out a long, low groan immediately after. The sound affects you more than it probably should.

"What was that ?" He demands, brows snapping together. His frame cages you in against the door in such a way that you're almost embarrassed by how much it makes your stomach flutter.

"I don't know what you're referring to." You breathe, chin tilted up as you hold his gaze. Something feral flickers through his expression.

"Oh, don't play dumb with me, darling." The words snap into the air, causing your breath to hitch. Astarion's eyes glance to your neck, where the bruise still remains from the last time you were in close quarters like this. He swallows, piercing gaze returning to your own.

"Why are you so pissed about it?" You retort, squashing down a whine that begins to rise in your throat when his hips begin to press into yours. "Seemed like you've had your fill now, after finally getting that taste you were so desperate for."

His brows scrunch together, appearing confused for a second. You decide to fill the gap in the conversation on his behalf.

"I really was just a thing for you to use and toss aside, huh." You scoff, letting your head fall back against the door. His eyes snap to the column of your throat, more of which is now exposed. "I should've known better than to trust someone who only cares about their own desires."

When your eyes slide back to his face, he looks like you've physically struck him. His fingers dig into your hips almost out of habit, just shy of being painful. Anger still bubbles beneath your sternum, and you glare at him.

"Why don't you just leave me and go fuck-"

Astarion snaps.

"I don't just want your blood," He snarls, almost looking offended. "I want you, you stupidly oblivious creature. All of you."

"Do you have any grasp on how difficul it is to restraining myself from completely ravishing you in every way imaginable?!" His lips brush over the pulse point at your neck, teeth razor-sharp and full of promise, dragging over the skin of your clavicle, leaving gooseflesh in their trail. You shiver, flushing with heat and desire. The threat of another bite is already enough to have your body reacting in memory of how the last one felt. You want him, badly.

"Hells, I can't get your taste out of my head, even if I tried to erase it with someone else's. I can’t stop thinking about the noises you made when I sank my teeth into you, and the scent of absolute desire that filled the entire fucking room the second I marked your skin." Astarion's words are punctuated by a prick just below your collarbone, the brief sting eliciting a gasp.

Warmth begins to shyly trickle from the site and is quickly staunched by a press of his tongue, making him moan. You're so painfully aroused that it nearly makes you dizzy. He groans, long and suffering. "Just like now."

He moves lower and lower, lifting you up so his mouth can reach your chest without stooping. You can't help the way you yelp and wrap your legs tightly around his hips, which in turn, presses the heat of your core against the very prominent bulge there. You both groan in unison.

His teeth sink into the exposed top of your breast, retracting once they puncture deep enough to draw blood. Then, he latches firmly onto the flesh, sucking it into his mouth. The act startles a moan out of you, the pain from the initial bite already transmuting into pleasure and sending heat through your veins, all while kicking your heart into an even faster beat.

Even while you're unable to help the way your hips roll into his own, and unable to ignore the feral, sinful moans vibrating against your chest as he suckles the wound he made, you manage to protest.

"Why the hell did you avoid me for two weeks then?" A moan breaks up your complaint as he swipes his tongue in broad movements over the bite, his hips snapping into yours and pressing your body further into the door. The wood creaks, but neither of you pay it any mind. You can barely function around the incredible sensation of his erection grinding against you through layers of clothing. "All you did was send mixed messages and piss me off and, fuck–"

Astarion pulls back enough that you can see the feral gleam in his eyes and the smear of blood over his lips. His brows are furrowed, but he's too besotted by the taste of you to have as much heat behind his glare as he did previously.

"I had a plan," He grits out, tongue coming to clean the red from his lips. Your heart stutters, pulse thudding in your ears. "and being so affected by your actions wasn't part of it."

Your core throbs with need, clenching around nothing. The extent to which you want him right now only fuels your frustration. "So? Am I so disgusting to you than you can't come to terms with—"

"You don't understand, dear" Astarion groans, freeing a hand to rip at the material of your shirt. Clawed fingertips slice through with ease, taking out the bra straps underneath as well. He makes quick work of the band beneath your chest and the underwear is then torn from your form and thrown somewhere in the background. He yanks the material of your top down below your aching breasts. Barely allowing you time to moan, he lifts you higher in his arms and dives down to drag his teeth over the swollen nubs. He nips and nibbles across the sensitive skin, eliciting all sorts of sounds from you and an unbearable amount of desire that shoots straight between your legs. You can feel the slick arousal trickling from your aching core with each new miniscule bite Astarion delivers.

"I want everything you can give me, and more." He bites the inside of your breast and the flesh gives in easily beneath the razor-sharp point of his fangs. One of his hands comes to grip the other side of your chest while he laps and sucks at the blood welling in the wound. Your nipples are painfully hard and you feel like you could cry in relief when his long, nimble fingers begin to deliver them some much-needed attention. "I want every single inch of you. Mark you unapologetically because everyone should know who you belong to."

You probably shouldn't find the situation as romantic as you do, but his confession makes your heart soar and your core throb.

"Please... bite me. Mark me up–" You gasp as he shoves your skirt up to bunch around your hips. Your panties are gone a split-second later, discarded in the same manner as your bra, and the hand that was at your breast is now trailing your slit and gathering all the slick that has pooled there. His middle finger dips in, causing a stutter in your breath. You lean forward to whisper in his ear, silver hair strands tickling your cheeks as you do so. "And please... please fuck me, Astarion."

Something snaps in him, and he doesn't need to be told twice. A feral growl escapes his throat, a gravelly fuck, the only warning you get before his teeth sink down just above your nipple, and he pulls both the wound and your stiffened peak into his mouth, sucking hard. There isn't a single ounce of pain, only the white-hot pleasure that shoots to your clit and has you keening as a result, hands scrabbling for purchase along his broad shoulders. His free hand that was at your slit has quickly gotten rid of his pants, now guiding his scalding member to slap against your clit, and then press against your entrance while you recover from the shock of pleasure.

With one roll of his hips, he spears right into you. There is no resistance, you're far too aroused and wet for there to be any, but the feeling of being split open by his girth knocks the breath out of you. You let out an erotic moan, hands tightly gripping his hair and shoulder as he remains latched to your breast, tongue pressing and rolling your aching nipple all the while.

A second is all you get to adjust to the foreign length inside you before Astarion rolls his hips back with a moan, dragging it against your walls as he does so, and then slamming it back in. He builds a rhythm immediately that is almost animalistic in its desperation and fervour, each thrust firm and hitting deep inside. Whines and moans tumble from your mouth, no longer able to be held back when the only thing your brain can comprehend is the sheer pleasure and ecstasy that burns and sparks along your limbs. He begins to hit a certain spot when he rocks onto your heat that has you clenching around him, slick gushing forth.

"Fuck" He rips away from your chest to tilt his head back in a rough, stilted moan, his hands gripping and digging into the meat of your thighs and your ass. In the absence of his mouth, blood begins to dribble down the swell of your breast. His dark red eyes are hazy and blown out in lust, brows drawn together and expression twisted in pleasure, his breath coming in pants. He is visibly barely holding it together, completely drunk on the taste and feel of you, and it simultaneously is the hottest and sweetest thing you've ever seen. "Yes, beautiful, fuck...squeeze me just like that."

You comply, relishing in the full-body shiver that tears through him in response. He bites your name out amidst a tortured groan, hands shifting to your hips. His mouth returns to clean up the mess he left on your breast, lips latching around your nipple to suck and pull once more, and it's almost enough to distract you from the way he suddenly begins to lift you by the hips and drop you back down on his size in time with his thrusts. You have to bite back a scream at how painfully good it feels. You can sense yourself rapidly beginning to come undone.

Astarion groans into your chest, releasing your breast to bounce in time with his thrusts, the action accompanied by an almost audible pop, and shifts his hold to free a hand. The pressure of two fingers against your clit has you crying out, body jerking at the sudden rush of pleasure. Your head whips down to find him already looking at you, gaze swinging from the juncture of your thighs to your eyes. Evidently pleased by the expression he finds on your face, he continues his circling motions on your clit and leans his head down to trail kisses from your already marked chest, up the column of your throat, across the line of your jaw, until he finally arrives at your lips.

"Mine..." He murmurs, lips brushing yours in a feather-light caress. His eyes are lidded heavily and almost dazed, coherent thought lost to the throes of pleasure and his most simple instincts. He nicks your lip at the same time as he angles a particularly wonderful thrust, the head of his length hitting against that spot that makes you see stars and release a loud, broken cry. "You're all mine."

You pull back to nod rapidly, unable to form words when all you can think, all you can feel, is the throbbing pleasure of his size splitting you open with each heavy thrust. His head follows, lips seeking your own once more. The kiss is hot and needy, and his canines scrape your bottom lip with each movement. His hand is still at work between your legs, and you can feel that you're really not going to last much longer at this rate.

"Say it." He demands, an oddly uncertain note infiltrating his rumbling gasp. He utters your name while nosing at your throat and you feel yourself melt. "Please, say it."

Realisation as to what he is looking for hits you at the same time as your orgasm. "I'm– I'm all yours, Astarion! Fuck—"

Astarion's pace stutters, undone by your walls clenching and throbbing around him in a fight to keep him inside, and it takes him a moment to recover before he begins to fuck into you again in earnest, movements growing sloppy and frantic but no less punishing. It all serves to prolong the wave of absolute bliss you're riding.

You wind your arms around his neck, clutching him close and trying not to lose your mind as he fucks up into you, the drag of his cock against your walls somehow even more delicious than before. He mouths at your neck, hips beginning to stutter once more. You clench around him, and he breaks. There is barely enough time for a curse to escape his mouth before its clamping on your neck, teeth digging in deeper than he's ever bitten you before, a tingling heat spreading out from the puncture sites. He gives one, two, three final, dragging thrusts, body trembling and muscles taut, before his lenght throbs and he buries it inside you, spilling into you with a deep, rumbling groan against your throat.

Soft, panting moans escape you as his hips continue to roll into you softly, riding out his orgasm, and you bite back a whine as you feel his cum beginning to trickle out around his softening member. As soon as he comes back to his senses to a degree, he has the presence of mind to navigate the two of you to the bed before he loses strength in his legs, his mouth slipping from your neck after he laves his tongue over the wound to seal it. Unceremoniously, he drops the two of you against the mattress, but surprisingly keeps you snugly in his hold as his length is still buried inside you.

"This wasn't how I planned the confession to go" he admits, after a few beats of contented silence. You let out a tired giggle as he nuzzles his face to your chest, dragging his nose across your collarbone.