ㅤ𝜗𝜚˚⋆ 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

✦ Taken to the Hilt. (18+): AA. ˎˊ˗ Astarion was feral, a twisted predator claiming his prey. AO3 ┆ tumblr

✦ Nocturnal Invitation. (18+): SA. ˎˊ˗ “Look at you…” He whispered, “I wonder if you’ve imagined this already…” AO3 ┆ tumblr

✦ In the Heat of Yearning. (18+): SA. ˎˊ˗ The unfamiliar sensation of longing and freedom makes him torn between the instinct to dominate and the desire to surrender to you. AO3 ┆ tumblr

✦ A Rogue's Touch. (18+): SA. ˎˊ˗ Though you're inexperienced with lockpicking, Astarion insists you try, offering a hands-on 'lesson' that quickly turns into a distraction. AO3 ┆ tumblr

✦ The Benefits of Caring. (18+): SA. ˎˊ˗ One brow arched. “Oh, really?” he asked sarcastically. “Then perhaps you can explain why you’re straddling me like you are, love.” AO3 ┆tumblr

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The alcohol was a reprieve from your grief, numbing the pain as it dragged you into a dark abyss—a place that felt more like home with each gulp. You confronted the truth that refused to stay buried down there: The fire that consumed your family was no accident. It wasn’t a tragic twist of fate but a message transmitted in flames and ash.

The explosion ravaged the quiet suburban street, shattering not only your childhood but also the illusion of safety you felt with your parents. The cherished memories and every moment of comfort got burnt instantly.

Your father had always been a man of quiet authority; his warnings about unseen enemies and lurking dangers… you often dismissed them as paranoid.

To the outside world, he was just another bureaucrat in rich robes, methodical and modest; his life revolved around courtrooms and legal briefs. A magistrate, they called him—responsible for providing justice, but never one to draw attention. Or so you thought.

Behind the veil of routine, he uncovered something dark, something of the very institutions he served. Corruption ran deep in the veins of powerful corporations, and your father dared to expose it. He collected evidence—mountains of it—proof of bribery, fraud, and worse, crimes that could dismantle entire empires. He was a whistleblower, a man who wielded truth like a weapon.

And for that, he became a target.

His pursuit of justice made him enemies in high places—the kind of people who operated in shadows, who didn’t hesitate to eliminate threats.

You remembered crawling through the debris with your ears ringing and the smoke filling your lungs. You could hear your mother’s screams and your father’s desperate shouts, but you couldn’t reach them. It was some guards who dragged you out, holding you back from running back into that inferno that used to be your home.

You learned later that the fire wasn’t just an act of violence—it was a spectacle. Whoever orchestrated it wanted to make sure your father’s death was public, a warning to anyone else who might think of speaking out.

In the weeks that followed, you were shuffled between foster homes, each more disinterested than the last. No one wanted the young lady whose family’s tragedy made the paper's news.

The worst part? The world kept turning. People said condolences and then moved on, but you couldn’t. Your parents' deaths weren’t just a tragic accident—they were a punishment, and you carried that weight alone to deal with it every day.

Now, you were sitting in a bar, drowning in cheap liquor, trying to silence the ghosts of your youth. Every time you closed your eyes, you were back at that nightmare, and you hated yourself for surviving when they hadn’t.

“May I suggest something a bit more refined than that dirty water you’re drinking?” A man abruptly spoke, taking you out of your spiral with a calm, smooth voice.

You glanced up from your drink and met his eyes, irises red as blood. He seemed absolutely improper in this grim, forgotten corner of the city when you took a better look at him. His elegance was jarring against the peeling wallpaper and sticky floors. With a confident smile on those lips, but with something in his look—an intensity that felt predatory.

“How about a glass of wine? My treat,” he continued, leaning casually on the bar. “Though, I’m more curious about what brings someone like you here.” His voice lowered. “Have I been fortunate enough to cross paths with you by chance?”

For a moment, you just stared at him, trying to think of some kind of response. Despite the suffocating weight of pain and guilt, you managed to offer him a shy smile, but it was faint—a small flicker of the person you used to be. “Wine sounds nice,” you said softly, with a hoarse voice from disuse and the drink. “Thank you. That’s… very kind of you.”

He arched a brow. “Kindness is a rare currency in places like this,” he mentioned, signalling the bartender with a casual wave. “And you seem like someone who deserves a bit of it.”

You felt your cheeks flush slightly. “I’m not sure about that,” you replied, looking down at the chipped surface of the bar. “But thank you anyway.”

The bartender sets a glass of wine in front of you and the stranger, and you wrap your fingers around it but don't drink immediately. Instead, you glanced back at him; he was watching you with an interest that should have felt weird but didn't.

“I don't usually drink much,” you admitted, feeling an odd need to explain yourself. “I just… had a rough day. Or, well, a rough few years, I guess.”

“That much is evident,” he said with that grinning face, his voice gentler now. “Yet here you are, still standing. That takes strength, even if you don’t see it.”

“I don't feel strong. Most days, I feel like I'm barely holding it together.” You doubted for a moment, then added, “But I try to be. For them.”

He tilted his head slightly; his interest was clearly piqued. “For them?”

“My parents." You clarified. “They… didn't make it. And I guess I feel like I owe it to them to keep going, even when it hurts.”

The man’s expression shifted, his smile softening. He swirled the wine in his glass but didn’t drink. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He said after a moment. “If you don’t mind me asking… how did they die?”

The question was gentle, but it hit like a punch to the stomach. You hesitated, tightening your grip around the glass as memories clawed their way to the surface. You hadn’t spoken about it in years, not in detail. Most people didn’t want to know or simply weren’t interested in knowing.

“They were killed,” you finally said. “Someone set our house on fire. And I know it wasn’t an accident.”

His brows furrowed slightly, but he said nothing, letting you continue.

“My father was a magistrate,” you explained with your eyes fixed on the dark liquid in your glass. “But he wasn’t just some man pushing papers and delivering sentences. He uncovered something—a network of corruption. Bribes, cover-ups, even murders. He collected enough evidence to bring down some mighty people.” You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat threatening to choke you. “And they made sure he paid for it.”

The stranger leaned in slightly, his elbows resting on the bar. “And your mother?”

“She was just… collateral damage.” Your voice cracked, and you blinked rapidly to will away some tears. “She died trying to save him. I am the only one who made it out.” You finally looked up at him, your eyes shining due to the unshed tears. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this.”

He held your gaze. “Sometimes, sharing the weight of our pain can be freeing,” he said softly. “It doesn’t lessen the burden, but it reminds us we’re not entirely alone.”

You let out a shaky breath while nodding slightly. "Maybe". You took a sip of the wine. It was smooth and rich, a far cry from the harsh burn of the cheap liquor you’d been drowning in earlier. It warmed you differently, in a way that didn’t feel so destructive.

The man watched you for a moment longer, then raised his glass in a toast. “To survival,” he said. “And to justice, in whatever form it finds you.”

You clinked your glass against his. “To justice,” you echoed, though the word felt heavy on your tongue. You weren’t sure if justice was something you’d ever find, but at that moment, it felt like a remote possibility.

The wine slid down softly, and just then you allowed yourself to take a breath—the first that felt like it might not crack your ribs. The unknown—Astarion, as he introduced himself—slid onto the stool beside you with grace, radiating confidence. But there was something else beneath that appearance, something darker; if you hadn’t been so worn down, you might’ve been wary.

Nonetheless, you were simply grateful for the company.

“Tell me,” he began, “is it a habit of yours to drink alone in such charming establishments? Or am I witnessing a rare occurrence?” The sarcasm was obvious, taking a small smile from you.

You traced your fingers along the rim of your glass. “I guess it’s rare,” you admitted. “I’m not really the ‘bar’ type. But occasionally, you just need to get away from everything, you know?”

Astarion nodded as if he understood perfectly. “Ah, yes. Escaping the world’s cruel grasp, even if just for a while.” He leaned in slightly, feeling vaguely flirtatious. “But you, my dear, seem far too delicate for such a harsh setting. Like a rose blooming in the cracks of the pavement.”

You chuckled softly. “That’s… poetic. Are you always this charming, or am I just lucky tonight too?”

His lips curled again with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Only when the company warrants it,” he replied smoothly. “And I must say, you’re earning it.”

A blush got onto your cheeks once more; it had been so long since anyone had spoken to you like this. “Well, I’m glad I’m living up to your expectations.” You replied lightly, though there was a subtle warmth behind your words.

Astarion tilted his head, keeping his eyes on yours. “You’ve more than exceeded them, darling,” he said lowly. “There’s a light in you, even in the shadow of your grief. It’s captivating.”

He disarmed you, and for a moment, you forgot about the ache in your chest. “I don’t feel like much of a light,” you confessed quietly. “Most days, I feel like I’m just… getting by.”

“Even the most fleeting flicker can illuminate the darkest room. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”

You looked away, suddenly absorbed by the intensity of his gaze. “You’re very kind,” you answered softly.

“I’m simply stating the truth,” he said, his voice soft enough for you to feel an absence of that… performative tone. “And if I might be so bold… I think you deserve more than this.” He gestured vaguely around the bar. “More than the loneliness and the shadows you’ve wrapped around yourself.”

His words struck a chord deep within you. You felt seen—not as a broken, grieving girl as everyone saw you like for years but as someone worth knowing.

“You’re different, then," you said quietly. “Most people don’t bother looking past the surface.”

Astarion’s smirk softened and became almost wistful. “Perhaps I’ve simply learnt the value of what lies beneath,” he replied, carrying an undercurrent of something you couldn’t quite place on his expressions.

You lifted your glass slightly, but before you could take another sip, you spoke once more. “Tell me", you started with curiosity. “You’ve spent this entire time trying to get me to open up. What about you? What are you hiding beneath that charming smile?”

Astarion blinked, his expression faltering for the briefest moment before his smirk returned. “Ah, so the rose has thorns,” he remarked, playful but with an undercurrent of tension. “Curious and bold. I like that.”

“I could say the same about you,” you said quietly. “You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met, Astarion. You seem… a mystery.”

He chuckled lowly. “A mystery, am I? How intriguing. Though I must confess, I do enjoy keeping people guessing.”

You leaned in slightly to him, emboldened by the warmth in your chest from the wine. “Then tell me something about yourself. A truth. Something you don’t tell everyone.”

There was a brief pause, just enough to make you wonder what gears were turning in that head, while he tapped a finger against his chin in mock contemplation. “A truth, you say? Hmm… I’ve lived a rather long life, filled with adventures and peril.”

“That’s vague,” you teased with a small smile. “Come on, give me something real.”

He smirked as he leaned in closer to you as well, his voice dropping slightly. “Alright, then. Here’s something real—I’ve developed a rather particular taste for the finer things in life. The pleasures, the passions, the experiences that make one feel truly alive.”

“And what about now?” you asked. “What are you craving tonight?”

His eyes darkened when his playful facade slipped just a fraction to reveal a hunger that made your pulse quick. “You,” he said simply, with a voice dangerous like a dagger but smooth like silk. “I crave you.”

For a moment, the rest of the world ceased to exist when you felt yourself leaning in a bit more until your lips were so close to his that you could feel the ghost of his breath.

But before you closed the distance, you tilted your head slightly. “Then it’s only fair I get to know more of you, isn’t it? You’ve had your turn.”

Astarion raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your boldness. “Is that so?” he purred, moving his right hand to rest it lightly on your thigh and caress you with his thumb. “And what would you like to know, my daring inquisitor?”

“Tell me what you’re hiding,” you challenged gently. “You speak like someone who carries more than just a love for fine things.”

For a moment, his smile faltered, just a flicker, but then it was back—effortless. “Where’s the fun in revealing all my secrets so soon? Some things are best discovered in time; wouldn’t you agree?”

You were about to press further when his hand slid to your other thigh and grabbed your waist to pull you closer, leaning in to brush his lips against your ear as he whispered, “But if you’re willing to take the risk, I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”

His voice sent a delicious thrill through you, and whatever doubts or questions lingered in your mind got drowned out by the sheer pull of him. You leaned back slightly to meet his eyes once more. “I’m willing.”

His face sparkled with something wicked, and before his lips could claim yours, he paused to flick his gaze around the bar with barely concealed disdain. “As much as I appreciate the unique ambience of this establishment,” he said quietly, “don’t you think we deserve something better than this?”

He gestured subtly to your surroundings, the clatter of tankards and the raucous laughter of drunken patrons underscoring his point. “Somewhere quieter. Somewhere far more… comfortable.” His crimson look settled back on you, and its intensity was almost hypnotic. “Wouldn’t you prefer a place where the only sound is our voice and the air is free of stale ale and prying eyes?”

The unspoken promise in his tone made you feel nervous, but he didn't even wait for your response, as he just leaned in enough to graze your cheek with his lips, purring as he whispered. “Say the word, and we’ll leave this wretched place behind.”

He caught you off guard with that suggestion. “Oh,” you breathed, tightening your fingers slightly around your glass. “I… hadn’t really thought about it.”

His lips curled into a knowing smile, tilting his head slightly as he leaned back. “No?” he asked. “A lovely creature like you, sitting here alone—surely, you’ve been approached before.”

A blush crept to your cheeks, and you averted your gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I’m not used to this kind of attention,” you admitted. “People don’t usually notice me.”

He laughed softly. “Then they’re fools,” he said easily, trailing his gaze from your toes to your face and widening his smirk. “Blind to the treasure right before their eyes.”

You glanced back at him to meet his gaze. There was something intriguing about the way he was looking at you, as if you were the only person in the bar worthy of his time. But you didn’t feel hunted, just… uncertain.

“I wouldn’t want to impose,” you said hesitantly with your cheeks still warm. “You’ve already been so kind, and—”

He held up a hand, shaking his head gently to silence your protest. “Nonsense,” he replied. “I assure you, the pleasure is entirely mine.” He continued, “Besides, I wouldn’t dream of letting you waste another moment in this dreary tavern.”

You doubted as the weight of his offer pressed down on you. There was a particular magnetic feeling about him that made you want to trust him, despite the voice in your head urging caution. “Well,” you said finally, curving your lips into a shy smile, “if you’re sure…”

His grin became wider with satisfaction. “I’m certain, darling,” he stood and offered you his hand with an elegant flourish. “Shall we?”

You thought about it once more before slipping your hand into his. His grip was firm but gentle as he helped you to get up from your seat with a graceful pull, and his fingers felt cool against yours when he intertwined them, sending a small shiver up your arm from the unexpected intimacy.

“Come,” he said softly, his tone now becoming sweeter. “Let’s get you out of this dreadful place.” He led you through the bar, and his confident attitude drew more than a few curious glances.

Outside, the chill of the winter greeted you, the streets blanketed in a thin layer of snow that crunched beneath your boots. The air was crisp and cruel, the cold air nipping at your cheeks and nose, but he didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he looked even more at ease out here. The pale light of the moon reflecting off the snow and casting a faint glow over the city.

Astarion’s hand remained on yours, his long fingers laced loosely with your own, walking with a confidence that seemed effortless. His every step was purposeful yet unhurried, if he were in no rush to reach his destination. However, he flicked his eyes towards you often, with a tender amusement lingering in their deep red depths.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” He said softly, as he didn’t wish to disturb the peaceful silence.

You nodded. “It is. I’ve never seen the city like this. It feels…”

“Like a dream,” he finished for you, glancing at you with a pretty smile. “A fleeting moment of quiet in a world so often filled with chaos.”

“You’re poetic,” you observed with some admiration.

He chuckled. “Only when inspired,” he replied. “And tonight, I find myself quite inspired.”

Your cheeks flushed, and you looked away, focusing on the sound of your steps against the snow. The streets were nearly empty at that time of night; the usual cacophony of voices and clattering carts was replaced by a serene and truly otherworldly stillness.

Before long, you arrived at a secluded inn. The warm glow of its windows was inviting, promising respite from the cold. Astarion pushed open the heavy wooden door, guiding you inside with a gentle hand at the small of your back.

The inn’s common room had a crackling fire in the hearth and the faint scent of mulled wine in the air. A few patrons sat at scattered tables, their murmured conversations blending with the occasional clink of mugs.

Astarion approached the innkeeper, a stout man with a kindly face. “A room, if you please,” he requested smoothly, placing a small bag of coins on the counter.

The innkeeper nodded, handing him a key with a smile. Astarion turned back to you, his expression softening as he gestured for you to follow him.

As you climbed the narrow staircase to the upper floors, he leaned in to you slightly. “I hope you don’t mind,” he commented. “I thought a more private setting might suit us better,” he continued with a sly smile on his lips.

You glanced at him with your cheeks blushing at the closeness. “No, I don’t mind,” you responded softly.

His smile was gentle, but his eyes held a flicker of something deeper—something that made your breath hitch as he led you down the quiet hallway to your room.

Astarion pushed the door open, stepping aside to let you enter first.

The room was modest but cosy. A large bed was draped in warm furs, and a small fireplace crackled softly in the corner. The glow of the firelight bathed the room in a soft amber hue, casting flickering shadows on the walls.

You walked in slowly, taking in the comforting atmosphere. The warmth was a welcome contrast to the biting cold outside, and you could already feel the tension of the night easing from your shoulders.

Astarion followed, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. “Much better, wouldn’t you agree?” he asked smoothly as he shrugged off his coat, draping it over a chair near the door.

You stared for a few more seconds at the grand, spacious bed before you, clasping your hands together nervously. Finally, you turned to face him, offering a small smile. “It’s lovely,” you said softly. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

He noticed the way your fingers fidgeted and the slight tension in your posture, and his lips curled into a gentle smile that mirrored your own. Stepping closer to you until only inches remained. “There’s no need to thank me, darling,” he said gently. “It’s entirely my pleasure.”

The intimacy of the moment set your heart racing, with a soft flush spreading across your cheeks as your gaze locked with his. You couldn’t deny the pull you felt towards him—an undeniable attraction to the most breathtaking man you’d ever laid eyes on. Even triggering a deep yearning within you to want to close the small space between you.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you barely noticed his hand until the strange warmth of it cupped your cheek. “You know,” he started quietly, “you’re even more radiant in the firelight. It suits you perfectly.”

Your shy smile returned as a soft, nervous laugh escaped you. “You’re quite the flatterer, aren’t you?” You replied, trying—and failing—to ignore the way your cheeks flushed deeper under his piercing eyes.

He found your soft laughter endearing, and a quiet chuckle escaped him, as if he couldn’t help but mimic it. Smiling once more, he answered. “Only for someone who deserves it." His voice was low and intimate while his fingers brushed your cheek gently one last time before slipping away to take one of your hands.

Noticing the coolness of your touch and the subtle tension in your fingers, he brought them to his lips without hesitation. A tender kiss, an attempt to soothe and reassure while still looking at you with that intensity. “And you,” he continued, “are nothing less than utterly captivating tonight.”

His lips felt far too good for you to want to admit it, and you couldn’t help but furrow your brow slightly, still nervous. You blinked once more, your gaze dropping to the floor as you slid your hand free from his. Wrapping your arms around you, you took a step back toward the bed, putting a little space between you.

“You have a way with words,” you said with an airy tone despite the effort it took to steady your racing heart.

Astarion felt a faint sting in his chest at your quiet rejection, but he carefully maintained his composure and followed your lead once more. This time keeping a bit more distance to respect the boundaries you’d subtly set.

“I’ve had plenty of practice,” he admitted with a sly smile, though the softness in his crimson eyes made the playful hint in his tone more clear. His voice dipped as he added, “But tonight, I mean every word.”

You stared at the fire crackling in the hearth for a moment before letting out a soft sigh and sitting yourself on the edge of the bed. Instantly feeling the comforting fur of the blankets against your thighs and the palms of your hands, the sensation was cosy, and without thinking, your fingers slid over the luxuriously soft fabric. You never had the chance to touch a bed so plush.

But you quickly stopped indulging in your little moment of childish wonder when he stepped in front of you, commanding your attention with his presence as he extended a hand to gently cup your cheek once more tenderly.

You yielded, tilting your head upward, and felt your cheeks flush anew at your position—so close to his crotch, though not quite level with it. You tried to push the thought aside and placed your hands neatly on your thighs as his thumb brushed over your cheekbone, holding your gaze. “You're nervous,” he noticed. “There’s no need to be, darling…”

Though it was difficult to believe, you couldn’t help but enjoy the odd sensation from his palm, and you found yourself leaning into it. All his words, his invitations, and gestures made you feel good despite the ache of loss in your heart. You felt as if he were lifting a weight off your shoulders, even if you didn’t know him, even if he were just a stranger you’d met on a night drowned in cheap alcohol. The apparent tenderness or warmth he showed captivated you.

He realised how you decided for yourself to lower your walls, and he couldn't help but smile in satisfaction at the feeling of you melting in his touch.

He tilted his head slightly, locking his eyes onto yours with a pleased glint. “I confess…” he started, “I’ve been rather distracted wondering what your lips might taste like.” He spoke with ease, as if the words he'd just uttered hadn't made your brief sense of calm vanish entirely. “Humour me, darling. I find myself quite curious.”

You furrowed your brows once more, lifting your face and causing his hand to float alone because you turned your cheek from it. You blinked a few more times, trying to process what he’d just suggested. “A kiss?” you uttered, confused.

He simply nodded, with that same smile on his lips. “Just a kiss.”

Before you could even think of saying another word, he dropped to one knee in front of you, his hand that’d cupped your cheek now grasping gently your chin. He tilted your face just enough to ensure your eyes met his, softly tracing your lower lip with his thumb. “A fleeting touch, dear.”

He waited, giving you a moment to decide, to do what felt right, but it didn’t last when he closed the distance between your lips without your answer.

The kiss was very brief, just enough for you to feel the softness of his lips and nothing more. ‘A fleeting touch', as he said.

When he pulled his lips away from yours, barely a few inches apart, his thumb remained resting beneath your lower lip, soon returning to cradle your flushed cheek. Tilting his head to the side, he didn’t speak immediately and just smiled, looking at you, frozen and speechless, the whirlwind of emotions swirling and intertwining within you.

But his voice sounded again. “You want another?”

You couldn't deny that something was pulling you towards him—something irresistible that made your heart pound in your chest as your gaze shortly fell to his lips. You quickly returned to meet his dilated pupils, which stared at you as if waiting for you to accept his 'innocent' proposal. Your feelings slowly began to make sense; you were still at ease with his presence and touch, but you couldn't help but crave more of those full rose lips.

And for a moment, you weren't sure if it was the desire or the sweetness in his eyes that made you nod. “Yes,” you whispered against his lips, leaning closer as one hand pressed into the mattress and the other instinctively cradled his cheek too, hiding your nervousness.

Astarion’s smile stretched at your consent and the unexpected eagerness you seemed to have for his lips again. A flicker of satisfaction danced in his eyes before he closed the distance between you, tilting your head slightly to ensure you felt every inch of his mouth on yours. And this time, you could fully appreciate the softness and tenderness of his lips as they pressed gently, giving you time to adjust.

You didn’t even know how to kiss properly, and the thought that he could feel your uncertainty embarrassed you. But you tried to return the kiss as best as you could while it continued. Slow and calculated as he deepened it, like he was savouring the taste of wine and sweetness of your mouth, letting it linger on his lips.

The hand cradling your cheek moved just slightly, guiding your face closer to his. His touch was gentle as he allowed you the space to control the rhythm and let the intimacy build.

But the kiss felt instantly too short when he pulled away, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours again. That familiar, charming smile spread across his face, the same one that coaxed you into agreeing to his every invitation.

“See?” he said softly against your lips. “Nothing to fear.” His words were a teasing comfort; the intensity of his glance never wavered as he held you captive at the moment.

You felt the faint blush on your cheeks intensify as you still tasted his warmth and flavour, your hand slipping away from his cheek to rest back on one of your thighs. And it was then that you started to realise the intimacy that’d been building between you, making everything else feel insignificant compared to what was right in front of you.

You took a deep breath, leaning back just slightly and straightening up on the mattress, trying to calm the storm of emotions racing through you.

A deep yearning stirred inside you, compelling you to continue and see where the night would take you.

And as his lips remained close to yours, you didn’t hesitate for a second to lean in and capture them in another kiss. Both of your hands quickly cradled his face as you parted your lips just enough to invite him to deepen the kiss. You were eager as a thrilling anticipation rose within you, eager to discover what would come next.

His response was immediate as soon as he pressed his lips firmly against yours, moving his hands to your waist to grip it and pull you closer, trying to mould his chest against yours as you leaned into him. His tongue slid between your parted lips, meeting yours with an unexpectedly heated eagerness.

He groaned against your mouth, a raw and pleasurable sound that sent a pulse of desire between your thighs as you felt his need in the intensity of his movements. It only made you crave more when his hands gripped your hips, and you surrendered to the sensation. Your hands guided themselves along his face, tracing down his shoulders and neck, finally wrapping around it to pull him even closer.

You gasped softly as he pulled back, his lips leaving yours with a soft trail of saliva before he opened his eyes to meet yours, his pupils blazing with desire. Then Astarion slid his hands from your hips to the backs of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly off the bed.

He rose at that moment to position himself between your parted thighs, pressing your body to his before his lips found yours once more for a brief, searing kiss. Just to trail hot, hungry kisses down your neck.

You tangled your hands in his hair, and with every kiss, you could feel his… sharp teeth graze and his tongue slip over your neck. You closed your thighs around his hips when he began to lean toward the centre of the bed, gently lowering you onto it before crawling over your body, positioning himself between your opened legs. He simply left his face hovering over yours to seek your lips again, and you didn’t hesitate to slide your hands down his chest and abdomen, teasingly brushing over his shirt.

His hands mirrored your movements, gripping your waist to pull your body against his once more before guiding his hands to your hips, pressing them immediately into his. A sharp gasp escaped your lips at the unexpected pressure.

But when he pulled his lips from yours to trail more kisses down your neck, you glanced up at the ceiling for a brief moment, lost in thought. You bit your lip nervously, the truth weighing on you as your hand found its way to his white hair once more to pull him closer.

And as soon as he began to drag one of his hands toward the waistband of your trousers and slip his fingers inside, you grabbed his wrist abruptly. “Wait,” you stammered. “I-I need to tell you something.”

He lifted his face to meet yours and furrowed his brows slightly as he wondered whether he pushed too fast or if you weren’t ready to continue. And despite the burning hunger still consuming him, he tried to mask it with a calm smile. Gently releasing your body, he slid his hands down to rest on either side of you on the bed. “If you’re going to stop me, darling…” he purred. “I do hope it’s not to tell me that you’ve changed your mind.”

You felt his hips press even harder against yours as soon as he finished speaking, making you instinctively squeeze your thighs around his sides. You slowly slid your hands down his forearms, trying to steady your breath and gather yourself. “No… I haven’t changed my mind.”

You swallowed hard as you felt his subtle impatience when his hips continued to grind against yours, but now with a slow, tantalising rhythm. The pace allowed you to feel just how hard he was under the clothing, and the sensation sent a sharp thrill through your pussy. Even for a fleeting moment, you considered keeping the confession to yourself, but the weight of it pushed you to speak. “I’m a virgin… I’ve never done this before, Astarion.”

He stopped immediately at your words, his eyes widening at your confession. His brow furrowed slightly, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came. For a moment, he simply looked at you, his sharp features softening with an expression you couldn’t quite place.

“A virgin?” he repeated with a tone that carried a touch of interest rather than distaste. In fact, he seemed to savour the word, as if testing how it felt rolling off his tongue.

His hands glided smoothly over the sheets, one coming up to cradle your cheek with a tenderness that stood in contrast to the heat in his eyes. And he leaned in to brush his lips with yours agonisingly slowly. His words were low, almost a growl, while his thumb caressed your cheekbone. “You’ve been waiting for someone special, my love?”

His reaction sent a rush of conflicting emotions through you. You hadn’t expected him to relish the idea of being the first to claim your virginity, but here you were—pinned beneath his body, with his crotch pressing insistently against yours. He didn’t look away, not for a single moment; if anything, the revelation seemed to ignite an even deeper hunger within him. As if your admission turned him on.

Finally, you broke the silence with your trembling voice as you swallowed the knot in your throat. “No. I haven’t been waiting for anyone…”

His eyes didn't even bother to hide the distinct pleasure that flashed across his features as he heard you admit there was no one else waiting to fuck you. And you felt him subtly push his hips forward, pressing his crotch against yours, and the sensation of it brushing against your clit through your clothes made your pelvis tremble in response. His free hand quickly returned to grip the side of your hips to pull them even tighter to his. “Then it’s just me, isn’t it?” He asked rhetorically, with his eyes locked onto yours.

You slid your hands over his forearms before travelling to his abdomen and along his sides. With a touch that trembled with nerves, you gripped his waist beneath the barrier of his shirt. When your eyes flickered back to his face, his attention hadn’t left you. His sanguine eyes burnt into yours, watching every tremor that rippled through your hips and every uneasy breath.

He released your cheek to drift his hand downward, gliding over your abdomen. The fabric of your jumper offered little barrier to the warmth of his palm as it moved lower. “No one else has touched you here,” he murmured against your lips as his eyes dropped to the centre of your thighs. And his hand followed, slipping lower until it cupped the heat of your sex over your trousers.

A shiver raked down your body when his thumb found your clit through the fabric, and he rubbed your folds with his fingers, pressing lightly at first before circling it slowly.

His fingers felt divine against the subtle throbbing of your clit, coaxing your hips to roll gently against his hand as your lips parted with a soft sigh. “Astarion…” you whispered his name with a trembling voice due to your need, while your hands sought purchase on his shoulders for support.

“Say it again,” he said quietly, his lips capturing yours briefly before trailing to your cheek, planting kisses that set your senses ablaze. And then he traced with his tongue the shell of your ear before he nipped at your earlobe to tug it gently with his teeth. “Let me hear that sweet voice call for me.”

A delicious shiver coursed through your body at his words, and your eyes fluttered closed when his hand moved lower to trace the outline of your folds through the fabric of your trousers. Each stroke produced a slow-burning heat deep in your core, and soon enough, you felt the fabric of your panties growing damp.

“I need you, Astarion…” you confessed breathlessly, your lips parting again as his hand moved to slip beneath the waistband of your trousers. The very moment his fingers slid under your panties and made contact with your bare clit, a silent sigh escaped you.

“Oh, you’ll have me,” he spoke into your ear before he leaned back slightly to watch your face. “But only when I’ve had my fill of this.”

The intensity of his crimson gaze pinned you in place while his fingers worked their stimulation. Tracing slow circles over the bud of your clit with two of them, now gliding effortlessly as you soaked him with your slick.

“You feel that?” he purred with satisfaction as he felt the wetness soaking your folds. “So ready for me, my love…” He slid his fingers lower to dip them into your slit.

Then he moved his fingers up to drag your essence all over your swollen clit. “This cunt is begging to be fucked, isn’t it?” His fingers continued their circles easily against your sensitive bud, making your legs tremble slightly at his sides. “Tell me, does it feel good?”

Your breath quickened as his fingers continued to alternate between fast, delicious circles with firm pressure and slow, teasing ones with just the lightest touch. The way he switched between the two caused silent, aching moans to spill from your lips as you moved your hips against his, desperate for more.

“Yes…” you moaned, slipping a hand under his shirt, tracing with your fingertips the firm ridges of his abdomen before slowly moving upward toward one of his pecs. “It feels… so good.” You gently brushed over his nipple, earning a soft sigh from his lips.

He wasted no time pulling his hand from your undergarments, and his pupils burnt with raw lust as he brought his fingers to his mouth. Parting his lips slowly to slide past them, his tongue flicked over them as he sucked clean your essence. And a deep, satisfied hum rumbled in his throat.

Before you could process the intoxicating sight, he grasped your chin firmly with his free hand. “Open,” he instructed as he took his fingers out of his mouth. When you did so, parting your lips, he slipped his damp fingers into your mouth, tracing your tongue with the same intensity he’d shown for his own. The taste of yourself mingled with the heat of his saliva made you shiver, and his wicked smirk only deepened as he watched your reaction. “Just like that…” He spoke quietly, never leaving your gaze.

You closed your eyes as the last traces of nerves faded, giving in completely to the sensations he was provoking in you. Your lips wrapped around his fingers, sucking on them as if savouring the most decadent treat, swirling your tongue around their tips with teasing swipes. The act felt natural and instinctive as your hand slid up to grasp his wrist to take his fingers deeper into your mouth. And when you felt his other hand at your waistband, tugging at your pants, you lifted your hips without hesitation, inviting him to strip you naked.

A needy whimper escaped your lips when he withdrew his fingers, leaving your mouth empty, but the loss was short-lived as he replaced them with his lips. Capturing you in a kiss so hungry it made your head spin while he moved his hands deftly, sliding your trousers down your legs.

Your panties followed in a single motion, leaving you bare beneath his gaze, and his hands quickly found the hem of your jumper. “Arms up,” he commanded softly, and you obeyed without a thought, lifting your arms for him to pull the garment over your head and toss it aside to the floor without care.

The moment you were almost bare, his lips crashed back onto yours, roaming your waist and sides with his hands, gliding towards your back.

His fingers found the clasp of your bra, and he unhooked it in a second, slipping it off your shoulders and arms before he carelessly took your bra to toss it aside as well. You whimpered when his fingers returned to your clit to stroke tight circles around it, and your moans spilt freely now, soft and unrestrained. While he lowered his mouth to your neck with open-mouthed kisses as he descended.

He didn’t waste a moment before finding one of your breasts, drawing your nipple and as much of the squishy flesh as he could into his mouth. He sucked deeply, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak; a low hum vibrated against you before he released it with a soft, wet pop to immediately turn his attention to your other breast.

Once he adored your chest, his lips began to trail slow kisses down your abdomen. And you tangled your hand in his hair, closing your eyes as you revelled in the warmth of his mouth on your skin. Each kiss he pressed sent a shiver through you, and when his free hand found your thigh, lifting it gently, his lips followed the curve of your leg. He kissed the sensitive inner flesh of your thigh, drawing him closer to your aching core.

His ruby eyes flicked up to meet yours, gleaming with mischief and hunger. He paused just before reaching your folds, gripping your thighs with both hands and spreading them wider to make room for himself between them. “Stay just like this for me, love.” He murmured.

Your grip on his curls tightened the moment his mouth made contact with your clit, the sensation utterly foreign yet exquisite. His lips closed around the bud to kiss it slowly, and he sucked gently, just to let the tip of his tongue flick over the sensitive nub in lazy circles. It was electric, a thrilling intensity that made your hips buck off the bed in response.

A needy moan slipped your lips when his mouth repeated its work, sucking before trailing his tongue in a smooth stroke from your tight entrance back up to the bundle of nerves.

He buried his face deeper to latch his lips onto you again, his tongue gliding along every inch of your dripping core, swirling expertly around your clit. The guttural groan he let out as he feasted on your cunt reverberated through you, drawing a raspy moan from your lips and making your toes curl.

You couldn’t help but press his head closer while yours fell back against the pillows, bucking your hips slightly as the pleasure built to a fever pitch. His breath was hot against your core when he paused briefly. “It’s rather addictive… watching you fall apart for me,” he murmured before he descended his mouth again and his tongue plunged into your closed entrance briefly, dragging the tip to your clit once more.

But, as if mocking you, he decided to pull away from your pussy with a wicked smile. This left your thighs trembling on either side of his head, and you dropped your gaze to meet his. “Tell me,” he started. “How do you feel? Do you want me to stop?”

The ache between your thighs got worse, morphing into an intense need that only he could fulfil. “No,” you cried out, your voice trembling. “Don’t stop, please…” You ground your hips instinctively towards his mouth.

You pulled him closer to you with your fingers in his hair, urging him to continue. “I need you.” You whimpered.

The reddish hue of his eyes seemed to blaze even brighter at your precious, needy pleas. Tightening his grip on your thighs, he hoisted them over his shoulders without a word before diving in, dragging his tongue from your perineum to your clit and savouring every drop of the nectar you gave him.

A shiver of pure pleasure coursed through you as his lips latched around the swollen bundle of nerves, sucking it like a piece of candy. The room quickly filled with the sound of your desperate moans and the wet, messy sounds of his mouth swallowing your cunt once more.

He was ravenous, yet his control never wavered; every touch seemed calculated to pull you deeper into blissfulness. And eventually, you couldn’t stop yourself—your hips bucked against his mouth, grinding against his lips, chin, and nose.

He continued his feast while his eyes opened to lock onto yours, giving you a devastating sight: his furrowed brows, the sinful lust gleaming in those crimson irises, and the way his gaze never hesitated as he absorbed the tremors of your hips.

The low, guttural growls he made every time your fingers tugged at his hair sent violent impulses through you, pulling you closer and closer to a precipice you’d never dared approach before.

And there was no escaping the fall. It was a precise suction of his lips on your clit that sent your body whipping out of control, pleasure consuming you entirely; your legs trembled on either side of his head, your hips ground against his tongue, desperate for more friction, while a guttural moan tore from your throat.

Through the haze of ecstasy, you barely registered the delighted grunt he let out before releasing one of your thighs. His fingers deftly parted the top of your folds and tugged them up slightly, exposing your swollen, sensitive clit. And he didn’t hesitate—his lips wrapped around it, sucking with an intensity that made you cry out in pure bliss.

His other hand remained on your thigh, grounding you just enough to keep you from bucking away, relishing every single drop. You felt the faint press of his short nails digging into your skin, though it didn’t hurt—truthfully, you couldn’t feel anything except his mouth and tongue.

“Astarion!” you cried out with a hoarse voice from the cascade of sounds spilling from your lips. His mouth closed over your entire pussy, absorbing firmly. Then, suddenly, his pace slowed, circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, and the trembling in your body only worsened.

He drank in every quiver your body offered, sliding his hands over your thighs, steadying you as he continued to kiss and suck gently, careful not to overstimulate you further. You definitely didn’t want to admit how good it felt when he softened his oral, as it allowed you to catch your breath—but it didn’t last. He pulled away with a low hum of satisfaction, leaving your core aching and drenched.

In the flickering firelight, you saw his entire mouth glistening, slick with your juices as he licked his lips, savouring it. A sly smile curled his lips as he released one of your thighs, sliding his fingers tenderly over your swollen pussy. His touch was soft, tracing with the pads of his fingers your clit with a featherlight pressure that made you shudder all over again. Then, leaning in, he placed one final kiss on your bud before meeting your gaze. “How do you feel, darling?” he purred.

You released his hair, letting your hands fall limply to your sides. One of them rose to your forehead to wipe away a few drops of sweat that gathered there. Closing your eyes, you drew in quick breaths, swallowing hard against the dryness in your throat as your tongue darted out to wet your lips.

You were still reeling, not entirely aware of what he’d just done to you—how his mouth had satisfied you that much. Your head spun as the tension slowly drained from your limbs.

When you finally opened your eyes, there he was, positioned between your thighs, his legs spreading you further apart to give him access. With that same mischievous, devilish smile across his lips, a glimmer of satisfaction in his sanguine gaze as he drank in the sight of you—still flushed and dazed.

“I—I don’t know,” you finally admitted. “I didn’t expect it to happen so fast, but, gods, that was incredible.”

You tilted your head back slightly, letting the hand resting on your forehead trail down, gliding over your abdomen until it reached your clit. You touched it gingerly, the sensitivity making you shiver.

One of his hands slid up to caress the soft skin of your thigh, his head tilting slightly as he watched you touch yourself so delicately. His gaze flicked back to yours, his smirk widening. “I must say,” he purred, “you wear the aftermath of pleasure beautifully.”

His fingers tightened slightly on your thigh, sliding down to cup one of your ass cheeks before gripping your hip firmly and pulling you against his rigid bulge. He leaned closer, his lips hovering just above yours. “Shall we see just how many more times I can make you come for me tonight?”

Your eyes widened slightly at his words and his hardness pressing shamelessly against your bare pussy, dropping your gaze to his trousers before flicking back up to his eyes; a teasing smile curved your lips as your hands slid up his abdomen and higher to rest against his chest. “Do you think you’re up for it?” You teased softly to spark the fire in his irises.

You heard him chuckle softly at your question. He shook his head slightly, his crimson look locking onto yours with intensity while his hand released you, both now moving to the intricate clasps of his shirt. Slowly, he began to unfasten them, one by one, a tempting scene that made your cheeks blush even more.

Despite that, you were drawn to him, entranced, helpless to do anything but watch as he teased you with every subtle motion. By the time he slipped the last clasp free, your heart was pounding, and you couldn’t tear your gaze away while he shrugged the fabric off his shoulders. The shirt glided down his arms like water before he let it fall to the floor, forgotten.

The gentle glow of moonlight spilling through the window, mingling with the flickering firelight, cast an ethereal aura around him. You were unable to look away, your desire etched clearly across your face. His alabaster skin seemed almost unreal, as though he were a masterpiece carved from marble.

He tilted his head, the corner of his mouth lifting into a knowing smirk as he caught your open admiration. His voice dropped low. “Enjoying the view, are we?” He drawled, roaming his eyes over your face.

Now bare from the waist up, his hands slid slowly down to the inner curve of your knees, his fingertips brushing lightly over your skin as he guided your legs upward, urging them apart at his sides. His grip tightened as he spread your thighs wide, pressing you further into the bed as he leaned over you.

Settling his hands on either side of your head and pressing his thighs firmly against yours to pin you in bed, the closeness making the tips of both your noses touch.

The moment his hips aligned with yours, his crotch dragged against you, teasing your folds and brushing against your clit, making you gasp at the lingering sensitivity. “But the question is…” His pupils gleamed, his smirk spreading. “Do you think you can handle me, pet?”

You couldn't help but move your hips slightly against his, matching his slow rocking, finding the sides of his waist with your hands and locking your eyes with his. Parting your lips as a breathy noise escaped you, followed by a quick swallow as you furrowed your brow slightly, drawing your face closer to his. “Yes…” you assured him, pressing your pussy harder against his bulge, sliding your hands from his waist up to his bare chest. “I can handle you, Astarion…”

His hands slid down the sides of your body, moving over the mattress before settling on your lower back, pulling your hips firmly against his; there was no space left between your bodies now. When your gaze dropped for a second, you noticed how you were soaking his trousers with your wetness, and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. But he didn’t seem to care at all; his attention was entirely on you—your eyes, your lips—his arousal growing as you rubbed against him with the same desperate urge that was consuming him.

The way you moved your hips against his was an invitation, a silent plea for him to begin whatever came next. Slowly, you slid one hand down his abdomen, your fingers tracing the waistband of his trousers, moving lower to brush against the outline of his bulge, which was slightly to the side. “You don’t have to be gentle,” you sighed against his lips, your eyes half-lidded as you leaned in, almost kissing him.

You could hear the hum of delight that escaped him, and one of his hands released your hip to take yours, halting your movements. Then he guided your hand and his own beneath his trousers and undergarments, making your fingers brush against his hot, throbbing skin. You wrapped your hand around him without hesitation, feeling the heat radiate from it as he slowly lowered the rest of his clothes, revealing himself completely.

His hardness throbbed in your palm, veins running along its length like a winding path, leading to the swollen, flushed tip that gleamed with his precum. The firelight and moonlight caught the curves of it as it pulsed against your fingers, heavy with desire. His weight pressed against your mound, and you could see the subtle white curls at its base, just adding to his addictive allure.

As soon as you began sliding your hand along his length, moving from base to tip, a soft, pleasurable sound escaped his lips. He shifted slightly above you, adjusting his posture just enough to allow you more room to stroke him comfortably. Meanwhile, his hand wandered down to your pussy, his fingers gliding slowly over your folds before pressing his middle finger between them. He teased your clit with slow strokes, sliding up and down over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Then, his finger dipped lower, circling the edge of your entrance before slipping the tip inside—and gradually, more of his finger.

His face dipped to the crook of your neck, but there was nothing absent-minded in it—each kiss was placed with deliberate care, slow enough to make you feel it and to make you wait for the next. His lips brushed your skin, lingering just a fraction too long, as if he were savouring the warmth beneath them.

He slid his other hand down your side, unhurried, tracing the curve of your waist before settling over your breast. He didn’t grab—he tested first, thumb pressing lightly before his fingers closed with purpose, kneading slowly as if learning exactly how much pressure made you react.

A quiet, pleased sound left him as your hand continued to move on him, his hips beginning to roll against your touch—not needy, not rushed, but controlled, matching your rhythm with unsettling precision. “Patience,” he said, brushing his mouth just beneath your ear, “can be such a delicious kind of torment, don’t you think?”

“That's—” Your words were cut off by a soft moan as you felt him slide a second finger into your pussy. “That's cruel,” you managed to say, tightening your grip slightly around him as you slowed your movements, teasing him in return.

Astarion hummed, his lips still trailing along your neck. “Oh, I’d adore nothing more than to ruin you entirely,” he murmured with amusement. “Perhaps even break this poor bed in the process…” A quiet, breathy chuckle followed, his nose brushing your jaw. “But I believe your pretty cunt wouldn’t take it well just yet.” You could feel how the tip of his fingers curled upward to touch a sensitive spot within you. “I’ll make it ready for more.”

You moved your hand faster as he began to thrust deeper inside you, matching his rhythm as best you could. Every twist of his wrist was accompanied by circles on your clit with his thumb, and it made you feel so good that you wanted him to feel the same.

You answered in kind. Each time your hand slid back to the tip, your thumb brushed over the slit of his glans to tease just enough to make him twitch in your grasp.

His lips parted with a low, restrained sound, and his gaze sharpened with interest. “Well now…” he uttered, “Is that how you intend to play?” The way his lips parted to release soft sounds was intoxicating. Each groan was a reward, and with his mouth so close to yours, you took them in like the sweetest gift.

His thrusts grew rougher and less controlled as his fingers plunged into your pussy with fervent urgency. He rocked his hips against your hand, fucking your palm and fingers faster, driven by pure need. But even in his frenzy, his lips found your cheek to plant tender kisses over your skin. “Just like that…” he purred softly. “Such a quick learner…”

His praise melted into your ears as his fingers curled just right inside you once more, hitting that spot that made your clit pulse against his thumb and your thighs quiver. You couldn’t help but let out a weak whimper as you felt him pull you further into the abyss of pleasure, and you knew he was just as lost as you were.

He caught the way your body responded—the way your hips ground against his hand, desperate to fuck yourself on his fingers and match his thrusts—and he shifted his grip. The hand that’d been holding just beneath your breast slid to your hip, gripping firmly to lift you slightly off the bed. The angle made you feel every inch of his fingers plunging inside your pussy, even driving them deeper.

His fingers drove into you with a speed that made them feel like they were vibrating. You tilted back your head, eyes squeezing shut as you struggled to catch your breath while you became louder.

And then his voice came. “Don’t stop, darling,” Astarion growled against your lips, his hand stroking your cheek tenderly even as his hips jerked harder into your hand. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he murmured with a soft laugh. “The way I react… the way you’ve got me trembling in your hand.”

His words sent you a fresh sensation of arousal, and before you could respond, his lips crashed into yours, stealing what little breath you had left. His pointy teeth sank into your lower lip just enough to make you separate both, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth with the same hunger his hands showed your body.

Your tongues clashed, tangled, and devoured one another. He was unrestrained, his teeth grazing your lower lip before sucking it into his mouth with a sharp pull. Your needy cries spilt into him, muffled, while his groans reverberated against your lips.

The kiss was messy and obscene, leaving your mouths slick and glistening as his hand on your cheek slid into your hair, gripping tightly to tilt your head back and deepen the connection.

Your body shuddered, and your thighs began to shake on either side of his waist as he started to increase the speed of his fingers. Causing your clit to throb non-stop against his thumb, while your slick walls clenched tightly around his penetrating fingers, desperate to hold him deeper. That aching, molten tension coiled in your belly again, tighter this time, leaving you gasping for air as your kiss broke, your lips parting in wordless cries.

Astarion felt it too, of course… He felt how you tightened around him, how your pussy lubricated his fingers with your juices, and that only spurred him on. He increased the speed and caressed that sensitive spot at the top of your walls, going deeper into you. And it got to a point where only the obscene sounds you heard were your vagina’s every time he pulled them out and buried them back in, along with your sounds of pleasure.

He leaned in just enough to steal your breath with another kiss before his teeth grazed your cheek in a playful nip. From there, his lips wandered down the curve of your jaw and into the warmth of your neck, where he lingered. He groaned against you, dragging his lips across your sweaty skin to leave soft bites, swipes of his tongue, and messy pecks and hickeys to mark the delicate skin that hadn't been touched by another man.

Soft kisses melting into slower ones, punctuated by the occasional press of teeth and the soothing glide of his tongue. You shivered beneath him, your breath uneven, but still he didn’t let you fall.

Instead, his movements slowed. Faded. Until the absence itself made your body ache.

A quiet, almost amused hum brushed your lips as he pulled back just enough to look at you. “Mm, not yet,” he whispered, the faint smirk evident in his voice.

His hand slid down to guide himself, the tip of his cock brushing slowly between your soaked folds, dragging through your wetness. He exhaled quietly at the contact, his forehead dipping briefly toward yours. “Relax for me,” he said softly.

The first press alone stole the air from your lungs, your body tightening instinctively at the unfamiliar sensation. “Easy…” He didn’t push in immediately. He lingered there to let you feel him and let your body react first.

His gaze locked on where you were stretched tight around his girth, and a loud moan escaped from your lips when he resumed his way through you, but it was quickly muffled when he clamped a hand over your mouth. You instinctively dug your fingers into his forearm, clawing at him as your walls clenched around his shaft.

“So tight…” he growled, his eyes briefly meeting yours before raking over your tits and settling on the sinful view of your pussy. He was utterly captivated by the way your entrance gripped him so perfectly.

You felt everything—the way his hardness fit you as if it were made for your body. He pulled his hand from your mouth, sliding it down to your waist before wrapping his arm around you, dragging you closer against him. Your legs tightened around his hips, the new angle making him somehow sink even deeper inside you.

A low, broken groan fled his lips, and his mouth found your neck before he bit your skin. The sharp pressure turned to heat as his tongue traced over the mark he left, and his free hand gripped your thigh to press it against his hip and hold you in place.

The slowness of his thrusts left you gasping and trembling against his chest, being noisy against his shoulder. A new sensation began to build deep within you while his lips brushed your jawline before he bit you again. Soothing it once more with his tongue as his hips drove you higher and higher into an uncharted ecstasy.

Then, the hand gripping your waist quickly moved to your hair, tugging it down to angle your head and kiss you. His teeth grazed your bottom lip, tugging it subtly before reclaiming your mouth. Meanwhile, your hands wrapped around his waist, sliding along the curve of his back, relishing how his skin seemed to prickle under your touch.

Your brows furrowed slightly as your fingers brushed against a rougher texture on his skin—something marked and patterned in ways you couldn’t begin to picture. But curiosity didn’t stop your exploration; you let your hands drift lower along his lower back until they reached his firm, thick cheeks. You grabbed him hard, digging your fingers into his flesh as you tried to pull him even deeper inside you.

A low growl rumbled against your lips as your nails raked across his skin, and you knew you were leaving thin, red trails in their wake. He seemed to thrive on the sting, turning his thrusts even more intense.

Astarion’s hand slid from your thigh, moving to where your clit throbbed with need and began to stimulate it instantly, circling the bundle of nerves with quick circles. The motion synced perfectly with the constant drag and plunge of him inside your pussy, and the combination shattered you.

A strangled cry ripped from your throat as you tore your lips from his. Hot liquid gushed from your vagina in a sudden release, coating both your bodies and soaking the sheets beneath you. You clung to him desperately, digging your nails into his skin as tremors wracked your body, leaving you breathless and trembling.

He growled roughly, savouring the feeling of your climax drenching him, and slowed his thrusts to fully relish the way you spasmed and clenched tightly around him, milking him with every squeeze of your release.

He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with you, his own pulsing with pleasure. A sly smile spread across his lips, and he spoke lowly, purring. “Look at you, my love. Such a beautiful, filthy mess you’ve just made for me.”

Instantly, your cheeks burnt with shame and arousal, but Astarion didn’t even give you a chance to handle it. His hips kept pounding into yours. He drew your orgasm out until your body quivered wildly from the overstimulation. “You didn’t know you had it in you, did you?” He hummed with pride, caressing your ear with his lips.

You closed your eyes, focusing on the sensations flooding you as his teeth grazed your neck while a low growl rumbled from him. He hammered against you while you felt him swelling inside you, straining between your walls.

Even though your body begged for rest, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. Your hands clutched his firm arse with desperation, biting his skin with your nails as you pulled him closer, feeling his muscles tense beneath your grip as he moaned in pleasure against your neck.

His hands slid down to the underside of your thighs to grip them tightly and lift you, angling your hips to meet his thrusts. He could swear he felt even better how you clenched around him, driving him closer to the edge, as if your body were craving him just as much as he craved you. His nails dug into your flesh, leaving faint crescents behind, but you didn’t care; you wanted those marks.

He grew even more eager to fuck you as his release drew closer, and with one particularly hard thrust, he simply let himself go, surrendering completely to the heat of the moment.

You could feel the hot spurts of his release shooting from his tip, each one hitting against the entrance to your womb. As it pooled inside you, the warmth of his seed filled you completely, even as he continued to move within you slowly to savour the sensation.

He throbbed within your walls, and his breaths fanned against your skin as his hips rolled forward in gentle strokes to grind the curls of his pelvis against your oversensitive clit. In this intimate moment, you couldn’t bear to part from him—not even for a second. Your hands slid up the expanse of his back, feeling the way he shivered against you as he finally collapsed onto your body. Both of you utterly spent, your breaths mingling in short, ragged gasps.

The weight of him pressed down on you, his pectorals crushing your tits and your hard, sensitive nipples. His length was still buried deep within you, pulsing and hot as your walls clenched softly around him, trying to hold onto every inch. Your fingers trailed over the broad expanse of his back and down his sides, and a soft sigh of pleasure escaped your lips. You could feel his come seeping out, spilling from within you from how he’d filled you, yet you didn’t care. The mess didn’t matter, even if this wasn’t your bed but a modest inn tucked away in some forgotten street.

Your sweaty bodies remained tangled together as Astarion let out a low, contented groan, trailing his lips over your neck in a lazy kiss. The quiet was filled with the soft sounds of your breathing, the faint creak of the bed, and the rustle of the sheets beneath you as he shifted slightly.

With a gentle touch, he traced with his hands the curve of your hips, gliding along your sides before coming to rest at your back. His fingers stroked you softly in the afterglow, and when he finally spoke, his voice was low and rough from all his moans, yet still devastatingly sexy.

“How do you feel?” he asked quietly, lifting himself just enough to meet your gaze. His crimson eyes were softer now, glowing faintly in the dim light as he drifted one hand to cradle your nape. “Does it hurt?”

His body was still inside you, but it wasn’t as urgent any more. His release had already surged deep into you, and now he was content to simply stay there, feeling the remaining pulses of your pussy around him, both of you caught in the afterglow of such an intimate, consuming connection.

You felt tender, still drained, yet deeply connected to him in a way that left you breathless. There was no pain, just a gentle stretch and the sensation of his presence within you. “I’m fine,” you whispered, your voice still thick. “No pain. Just tired.”

His body seemed to relax at your words, a deep sigh escaping his chest as he pressed a kiss against your temple. “Good,” he murmured.

His hands, still gentle, slid upward to cup your face, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort. “If you need a moment,” he added softly, “we can stay like this.”

You nodded slowly, your body still pulsing with the residual waves of pleasure, but the exhaustion from it all was starting to set in. Despite the tender, lingering ache in your muscles, it felt comforting—safe.

“I’m just tired,” you repeated, your hands moving up to stroke the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. “But… I want to. With you.”

Astarion’s response was a soft, approving hum, his lips pressing against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. “As you wish, darling,” he murmured before gently moving his hand to tenderly stroke your cheek.

You closed your eyes, your heart swelling with happiness as the two of you held each other close, the warmth and tenderness of the moment settling over both of you. For now, there was nothing but this, nothing but the sweetness of the connection you’d shared—the promise of something more, something lasting.

The warmth of Astarion’s embrace cocooned you as the two of you lay together, limbs entwined beneath the soft covers. His hands roamed lazily along your back, fingertips tracing idle patterns on your skin as your breathing slowed in the peaceful aftermath. You felt utterly content, safe in his arms, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek lulling you toward sleep.

The morning light crept through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. You stirred slowly, the comforting warmth of the sheets wrapped around you. But as your eyes fluttered open, strangeness settled over you. The bed was cold beside you, and the distinct absence of him was impossible to ignore.

You sat up, the blanket pooling around your waist as you scanned the room. His clothes were gone, and there was no sign of his presence—no note, no lingering trace of the man who had held you through the night. It was as though he had vanished without a trace.

You couldn’t shake the ache in your chest as you dressed for the day, your thoughts returning to the night before. Every glance, every touch, every kiss—it all felt so real, so genuine. And yet, now you were left wondering if it had meant as much to him as to you.

The day passed in a blur, your mind constantly drifting back to him. You replayed every moment in your head, trying to decipher if you had missed something or if there had been a sign that he wouldn’t stay. But no matter how much you overthought it, you came to the same conclusion: you needed to see him again.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the city in hues of amber and violet, you found yourself drawn back to the bar where it all began. The place was bustling with life; the hum of conversation and the clink of glasses filled the air. You scanned the crowd, your heart leaping with every glimpse of white hair or a flash of crimson eyes, but none of them were him.

You slipped onto the bar stool, your fingers toying with the edge of your glass as you ordered the same wine he had so charmingly introduced you to. The rich, fruity aroma did little to lift your spirit, but you clung to the hope that he might walk through the door at any moment.

Hours passed, and the bar began to thin out as the night wore on. You tried to convince yourself that he’d simply been delayed, that maybe he was caught up with something important. But as the minutes stretched into hours, doubt began to creep in. What if he didn’t intend to return? What if last night had been nothing more than a fleeting encounter for him?

Your heart sank as the bartender gave you a sympathetic look, gently letting you know it was the last call. You nodded, finishing the last sip of your wine before gathering your things and stepping out into the cool night air. The streets were quiet now, the distant sound of laughter and music fading as you walked home alone, your hope dwindling with each step.

But even as doubt weighed heavily on your heart, a small spark of determination remained. You weren’t ready to give up on him just yet. Something about Astarion had captured you, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that your paths were meant to cross again. You resolved to return tomorrow and the night after if you had to.

‘He was foolish. Reckless. Utterly stupid.’

Those words spun like a storm in your mind as you watched Astarion dash into danger. All because Gale, with one of his grandiose schemes, asked him to be a distraction—a distraction, of all things. The sheer absurdity grated on you, especially after that cocky, charming smile Astarion showed.

For all his talk of survival and his centuries-old staying alive, he seemed oblivious to the risks he took, as if he actually believed he was invincible. That careless swagger, that excitement in his eyes—it frustrated you to no end. Why does he have to be like this?

You were the only one in the camp capable of tending to wounds after Shadowheart decided to go off on her own because of a disagreement. And he knew it all too well.

He’d charged straight ahead of a group of Flaming Fists, who’d been hell-bent on killing you all after a disastrous misunderstanding. How you’d managed to escape with just minor injuries was still beyond your reach, but one thing was clear: if his recklessness didn’t kill him, you might do it yourself.

When he came to you later, sheepishly asking for a hand with his wounds, you were ready to refuse—but then he looked at you, with that pleading puppy look in his eyes that seemed to make all your frustration melt in an instant… and you just gave in.

You stepped out of your tent, dressed in your camp clothes and carrying a small bag with bandages and supplies. The moment the cold night breeze swept over your face and bare arms, you regretted your clothing.

But you headed towards Astarion’s tent. And as you crossed the camp, the faint patter of raindrops began to break the silence, with cool droplets striking the ground. You quickened your pace; the last thing you needed right now was to catch a cold.

The flap of the tent swayed gently in the breeze as you lifted your hand to brush the canvas aside and stepped in.

Inside, there was a warm setting given by some candles, and the rich scent of Astarion quickly enveloped you—hints of brandy and rosemary. And there he lay, reclining on his bedroll against some plushy pillows, with an opened book resting idly in his hands, though he wasn’t reading. His crimson eyes lifted rapidly to meet yours by the moment you entered, his brow raising slightly in surprise before a smile spread on his lips.

Astarion set his book aside with an elegant flourish, sitting a bit as his hand reached to help you enter in. “Ah, my darling... at last. I was beginning to think you’d leave me alone all nigh—” His words cut off abruptly as your palm connected sharply with his cheek.

“That’s for risking your life like a fool.” You snapped as you sat beside him on his bedroll.

He lifted a hand to his cheek and soothed the stinging sensation, shocked but faintly amused by your unexpected reaction. Before he could even part his lips to say something, you raised a finger to cut him off while dropping your bag on the bedroll with a firm thud.

“Honestly, Astarion, what in the hells were you thinking?” You demanded, already taking a cloth from your bag. You didn't even wait for him to reply and just reached for his arm, where a nasty wound marred his porcelain skin. “Running in like that without a second thought...” You murmured to yourself, furrowing your brows in worry.

Letting out a sigh, you carefully wiped the wound. “What if I hadn’t been there? Or if you’d got ki—” You shut yourself, swallowing down the knot of anxiety that had lodged in your throat since the fight ended. Memories of that night at the Tiefling’s party appeared in your mind—when, just for a moment, he’d looked at you beyond his enchanting demeanour. And how that left you feeling fragile in a way you weren’t ready to confront.

After a moment, you spoke more calmly, “You can’t keep doing this, Astarion. You can’t keep risking yourself as if you don’t matter.”

As you dabbed carefully at another cut, his face tensed in a grimace, and you couldn't hold back any longer. “I don’t care how bold you think you are, Astarion—there’s no excuse for being so imprudent. You’re not some disposable distraction, no matter what Gale or anyone else thinks.” You noticed how one of his eyebrows raised with that glint in his eyes. “And don’t even think about giving me that look.”

For once, he simply fell silent, watching how your hands moved in his arm with the cool cloth with... perhaps an affectionate expression. Then his voice dropped, gentler than you'd ever heard it. “I didn't realise you cared about me... quite this much.”

Your hands froze briefly, feeling a heat rising to your cheeks. You controlled your feelings. “Well, someone has to keep you in line, and I’m fairly certain neither of our lovely friends would be up to the task.” You clarified, somewhat exasperated, but with some gentility in your tone.

You heard a soft chuckling from him, as he was aware of the truth in your words. Gently, his hand reached out to caress yours. “It means... more than you think. To have someone caring.” As your eyes dropped to his hand and then his face, you saw past his charm for a fleeting moment, past his sly smile to the man who hadn't known kindness in far too long. “Thank you.”

Your eyes widened while your cheeks rose even more, quickly looking again to his arm as you wiped another open wound. You cleared your throat. “Just... try not to make me need to patch you up every time we get into trouble, alright? For my sanity, if nothing else.”

He gently caressed the back of your hand one last time before letting his hand fall to his lap. “Oh, and miss all the attention you give me?” He looked into your eyes, pouting a little but taking in the seriousness in your face. “Fine. I’ll be more careful, love.” His voice was laced with a teasing warmth, easing the sting of worry in your chest, making it almost worth it.

The rain began to fall harder, the deafening through of it slapping against the canvas. When you looked at his shirt, there was something about how it had dark patches of blood through that caught your attention. You could almost see the bruises starting to form and the scratches beneath the fabric.

You glanced up at him again. “Astarion, take that shirt off; I need to see what’s under it.”

He raised one of his eyebrows. “Eager, aren't we?” He smirked. “I suppose I can indulge you, darling...”

You gave him a soft smile for his tease, speaking exasperated but amused. “I’m sure you’ve got wounds under there, Astarion. Just take it off.”

His smirk widened, clearly enjoying. “Such impatience... Very well, love. You’ve earned the right to see what lies beneath.” Then he reached for the hem of his classic white shirt, the delicate fabric gathering in his hands before he tugged it over his head in one fluid move, slightly disheveling his curls.

The shirt slipped away, revealing his chest and the sharp definition of his collarbones. The flickering candlelight danced across his skin, casting shadows over the subtle contours of his physique. His movements were unhurried as he was offering you a glimpse.

As he tossed the garment aside carelessly, it landed in a heap near the edge of the bedroll. The air between you seemed to shift. His crimson eyes showed a slight hint of vulnerability that he quickly masked with a smirk.

“Better?” He drawled, his usual charm creeping back. “Is the view satisfactory, or are you planning to strip me further?”

You rolled your eyes, though the warmth blooming in your cheeks betrayed your mock tiresomeness. “Oh, stop. I’m only trying to see how severe the damage is. Not everything has to be an invitation for your theatrics.” With the cloth in hand, you pressed it gently to a scrape on his shoulder.

Trying to focus solely on the task at hand, you tried not to stare too long at the sight before you, but the way you moved closer left a sense of intimacy that you couldn't quite ignore. The quiet hum of your fingers tracing his chest and the lines of his abdomen made you feel the way his skin seemed to breathe beneath your fingertips. And you could swear that you heard almost inaudible sighs from him when your hands brushed over particularly tender sites.

The storm raged harder, hammering relentlessly against the tent as if the heavens insisted on being heard.

The wounds were worse than you thought—a mixture of gashes and dark bruises, a few of them with a touch of infection already setting in. Your eyes faltered briefly when your heart tightened at this sight as you moved from one injury to the next, cleaning them.

Astarion's gaze remained fixed on you, changing between your hands and your preoccupied expression. For once, the usual, confident, and charismatic vampire who normally danced with danger and seductiveness had taken his mask off. Showing the face of someone who, for once, truly trusted in someone else and allowed you to take care of him.

His breath caught when you reached a particularly deep gash along his abdomen, and you had to steady yourself to not flinch with him. The sound of his discomfort sent a tremor through your hands. Still, he kept his endurance and didn't flinch away from you; this only made your chest ache more.

He broke the silence with a low mutter with an odd weariness. “You should stop doing that.”

Your fingers froze, halting mid-motion. “Stop what?” You asked, but not looking up, trying to maintain your focus.

“Caring so much,” he replied quietly. “It doesn’t suit you.”

You stilled, taken aback by his words, before you finally looked up to meet his gaze. “You’re a fool.” You shot back.

He let out a soft laugh, but it wasn’t the usual mocking sound; no, it sounded with a subtle trace of gratitude, or perhaps something far more complicated for him.

“You know,” he added after a long moment, his voice lower now, “I’m not used to this. To someone looking after me.”

You let your hands rest on his waist, looking up once more. “I’m not doing this because you’re special,” you replied with a snark tone. “I’m doing it because you’re an idiot, Astarion. And if you keep getting yourself hurt like this, I might just tie you up next time to keep you out of trouble.”

His lips showed that smile of his again, though more tenderly. “Ah, my very own personal keeper. What would I do without you, darling?”

After you grabbed and secured a bandage around his waist for his deep wound, you allowed your hands to stay on his body moments longer than necessary. You could feel the enveloping air between you; the silence was tense, though neither of you moved or said anything. Astarion's pupils were dilated looking at you, and they held a certain depth that seemed to pull at you.

Your mind was still so wrapped up in the care you'd given him that you barely noticed the shift in your own position until you relaxed to adjust the posture of your body. That's when the realisation hit you like a punch to the gut—you were straddling him.

Your knees rested on either side of his hips, and you could feel the constant pressure of his pelvis against yours in a way that felt far too out of place.

A sharp breath caught in your throat, and you instinctively stiffened while a rush of hotness flooded your chest. Your mind started to race: ‘How long have we been like this? How had I not noticed this before?’ The tightness of your hips against his, the way your bodies seemed to fit together so... naturally—it was impossible to ignore.

But Astarion? He didn’t falter even for a second. His body remained relaxed beneath yours, with some sort of steady confidence, like he had no intention of acknowledging the shift in the dynamic. There was the faintest shift in his posture, a barely perceptible tightening of his grip on your thigh, but it went away in an instant.

“Getting comfortable, darling?” He spoke smoothly, with a dangerous and devilishly enticing tone. His lips curled into that signature grin of his, but this time it was different; there was no teasing edge, no light-hearted mockery. Instead, there was a subtle weight to it, as it appeared to hold more meaning than it usually did.

“I must admit, I didn’t think you’d be so forward, love.” He purred. There was no mistaking the satisfaction in his voice, the quiet thrill touring his body of the intimacy at that moment.

The hand on your thigh slowly slid to your hip, allowing his fingers to linger there briefly before trailing up to your waist. You straightened up immediately, your face flushing while your pulse hammered in your chest because you had never been this close to him before—really close. Too close.

“I wasn't... trying to be forward...” Your voice tumbled, feeling a nervous tension twisting in your gut. Your words stumbled over each other, sharper than you meant them to be. “I was just trying to—”

“Trying to cure me, I know,” he interrupted, his soft chuckle rolling over you like a sensual caress. “Though, love, such a delicate position for a healer. Wouldn’t you agree?” His voice dipped, low and molten, sharpening his smile into something far more dangerous. His eyes were locked on yours, unfaltering, almost daring you to react.

Everything else blurred into insignificance. All you could hear was the erratic pounding of your own heartbeat and his breathing, far too steady for the situation.

“I...” you started, but the tightness in your throat made it difficult to say a word. You didn’t know what to say; you didn’t even know if you wanted to break the silence hanging between you. “We should probably...” The sentence fizzled out, as useless as your resolve to push away the growing tension.

Before you could even think of anything else, the heat of his touch burnt through the fabric of your pyjamas, making your skin tingle in its wake. His hand slid up your side, grazing your ribs and the curvature of your breast with his thumb before setting at your waist to grip it firmly. The way his thumb slowly began to stroke the curve of your waist only made your nervousness get worse. His touching wasn't just casual—it was as if he wanted to test your reaction.

A rush of sensations made it impossible to think clearly, your body betraying you. His posture—his other elbow propped for support—the constant pressing of his crotch against yours, his hand on your waist—it all pulled you into a current you weren’t sure you could fight.

“Go on,” he purred with the faintest hint of mockery. His gaze moved to your lips, as though he could draw out the answer with nothing but his stare. His fingers flexed slightly against your waist, the pressure sending a ripple of heat skittering through you. “What was it you were saying? Something about what we should do?”

You couldn’t meet his eyes, instead focusing on your hands as they rested awkwardly near his chest, fingers twitching. The heat building between your thighs crept upward, spreading through your belly like a forest fire. You felt flushed and shivering, not just from the closeness but from the way he was glancing at you—like you were the only thing in the world worth his attention.

You weren't prepared for this; you hadn't anticipated that the barriers you thought were between you would collapse into nothing so abruptly.

Astarion’s voice cut through your thoughts like a blade. “Are you going to keep me here all night, love?” His tone kept low, almost a growl.

You struggled to string together coherent thoughts before saying something. “I didn't know you wanted... I didn't think...” The words stumbled out again, barely audible as your voice betrayed you.

His smirk deepened, and his crimson eyes held a predatory gleam that made your stomach twist and flutter all at once. “Don’t play coy with me, darling.” His voice was velvety enough to bury each word into your ears. “I know you’ve thought about this—about me. I can see it, feel it. You want this as much as I do.” You tried to look away to escape his gaze, but it was impossible. His eyes held you captive, burning with something raw and unapologetically ravenous.

Your eyes widened as he tugged you closer with a calculated ease that made you perfectly aligned with him—causing your pussy to rub directly on his cock. The feeling made every inch of you stand on edge, your body betraying you with a tremor you couldn’t suppress. Then he reclined back against his pillows more comfortably before his other hand glided up your thigh. “Relax, darling...” He purred lowly, his tone a sensuous command that curled around you like smoke.

You became instantly conscious of the burning sensation beneath you—the growing hardness pressing insistently against your cunt. Your thoughts whirled, panic and desire colliding in a tumult. ‘How did I end up like this?’ But the answer was painfully clear—he had led you, and you’d followed without resistance for being distracted caring for him.

“I... I wasn't planning... this.” You forced yourself to meet his gaze, but his eyes—bold and piercing—made it impossible to hold.

One brow arched. “Oh, really?” He asked sarcastically. “Then perhaps you can explain why you’re straddling me like you are, love.”

His hardening length was impossible to ignore, even through the barrier of clothes, the sensation making heat surge through you in torrents. You swallowed hard. “I… It’s only because you moved me—” You tried to protest, but Astarion pressed a finger to your lips to silence you before leaning in to kiss your neck. “Moved you, did I?” He teasingly whispered against your skin. “Then don’t even think of moving, love... you're not going anywhere.”

Those words echoed in your ears. You knew you’d been fighting with your feelings since that night with the tieflings—when you’d seen him in his tent with his wine focused entirely on you, ignoring everyone else. You’d told yourself it was just the wine, the moment, but now you could hardly keep up the pretence.

For a hesitant moment, you thought about pulling away—but then his expression softened, almost looking if his black pupils were begging for you to stay with him, to kiss him when he noticed your intentions as you stared at his lips and slowly you hovered them with yours; the distance seemed endless.

With a small effort, you leaned in and kissed his lips, and you could feel how he smiled, clearly delighted by your boldness and the way your hand curled at his nape to draw him to you. The motions of your lips were slow, unsure. But as soon as you felt his opening slightly against yours, the shyness began to fade.

His hands clamped on your hips to pull you closer until there wasn't any space for doubt or even space untouched between you, and you could feel him—all of him. The pressure of his cock perfectly aligned with your entrance provoked you to gasp against his mouth; even in the hesitation, he gave you no choice but to lean into him, to crave more and push past the uncertainty that had held you back.

He just seemed to want more, that he couldn’t get enough of you. His mouth felt as if it were burning yours. The kiss started slow and tentative, but that didn't last. His lips grew more insistent as he deepened the kiss, tilting his head and parting yours with ease to slip his tongue between your lips in a hurry. This made you pant by the initial shock of it, racing your heart. Your thoughts began to dissolve, leaving only the moment, and you simply surrendered to the sensation.

The swipes of his tongue weren’t gentle at all. He was implacable, exploring your mouth, moving deeper. His kiss wasn’t just a kiss—it was an invitation, a way to encourage you. And as you accepted, you met his tongue with your own, unconfident at first, but he gave you the courage to match his boldness. Astarion groaned softly, a deep sound that reverberated in your lips, sending an intense pulse of arousal to your pussy.

There was no going back now, and you knew it. This was it—the pull to him, the demand of his touch, and now you could feel the indescribable connection that had been building between you from the very first time your eyes had met.

His lips pulled away just enough to speak. “You’re mine tonight.” He groaned roughly as his hands drifted to the sensitive space between your inner thighs, cupping your pussy and slowly kneading it with his fingers. “And when I’m through with you, you won't even remember what it felt like to be without me.”

Your chest tightened as his words hit hard, but you found yourself barely able to even think, unable to do more than just nod as you looked down at him. Your lips parted while you took your breath, while his hand moved with a voracious elegance, dragging his fingertips along the seam where your trousers joined. The air was charged and burning before he did what he did.

With a sharp tug, Astarion tore the fabric between your thighs. The sound was violent as the seams of your trousers gave way under the force of his hands, almost merciless. The rip clearly was strategic—exposing just enough to reveal what was hidden.

But the regret rushed over you the moment the cool night air hit your exposed area. You hadn’t been wearing any panties, and now, with nothing to shield your nakedness, you felt scandalously vulnerable. You cursed yourself for all the nights you decided against wearing anything, thinking no one would notice. Now, the decision turned painfully foolish.

His eyes dropped, and his pupils dilated further at the sight of his no longer hidden treasure, curling his lips with delight. A low laugh escaped his throat. “Well, well,” he purred, distinctly pleased. “It seems you’ve been planning this all along, haven’t you? No panties? How deliciously bold.”

You mentally damned your stupidity, your cheeks heating in embarrassment. The simple choice of not wearing underwear before going to sleep now felt like an invitation, one he seemed all too eager to accept.

The shock of it left you momentarily motionless and without words, feeling the cool air kissing the exposed skin of your thighs and your core. His hand brushed over the tear he had just created, grazing his fingers very close to where your pussy was.

“I can still see that shy little spark in you, even now.” He talked again, locking onto you. The playful smirk on his lips softened as he watched the blush across your cheeks. “It's almost... adorable.”

You tilted your head slightly, trying to escape his penetrating stare, a nervous pout forming on your lower lip as your hands clutched at his shoulders for some sort of stability. But a sudden gasp escaped your lips when his middle and ring fingers slid between your folds with smooth precision, parting them easily. His fingers let your clitoris be positioned right between both; your sensitive bud responded instantly after so many winters without another’s touch, and your grip on his shoulders only grew firmer.

When they finally clamped on either side of your clit, his fingers massaged it with a slow back-and-forth motion, sending an uncontrollable shiver through your nub. Your hips instinctively moved due to his stimulation, causing a soft tremor in your pelvis as the tingling sensation built. The exact pressure he exerted made you melt further, caught in the heat of it and masking your timid instincts.

All swipes of his fingers coaxed your body to react in ways you could barely control. Astarion's smile widened as he enjoyed watching the last traces of your shyness slowly dissolve beneath his touch. Eventually joining his thumb to the dance, finally rubbing directly over the skin covering your bud before pressing down in slow circles that made your thighs tremble against his hips.

“Just like that…” He murmured approvingly. “Feels good, doesn't it?”

His fingers slid forward slightly, pressing his palm against your clit while his middle finger traced the outline of your entrance. The anticipation held you captive, instinctively arching your hips, silently urging him to end the wait. And then, with tantalising slowness, he slid one finger inside you, the feeling both stimulating and exhilarating all at once. The filling was perfect—gradual but firm—and soon, a second finger joined to push in and out without pulling them out entirely.

With each slow thrust of his fingers, his palm rubbed on the skin of your clit, adding a delicious, pleasurable dual stimulation that sent spasms through your pussy, making it impossible to stay still. The strokes were maddeningly controlled, his fingers reaching and curling deeper with every smooth push, as though he knew exactly what you needed and how to give it to you. Astarion’s gaze never left your face, his piercing crimson eyes bright with pleasure, absorbing every sigh and shiver you produced.

“How sensitive, darling...” He breathed softly as he drew closer to meet your lips with his, causing a sweet pulse to your core, intensifying your throbs.

He angled his hand just slightly to reach deeper, and you gripped him tightly. You found yourself helplessly following the increasing tempo he set, encircling his neck with your arms to pull him closer and losing one of your hands in his silky curls.

Astarion's smile turned avaricious against your mouth, sensing your walls vibrate and deliciously clench around him, drenching his hand in just a few minutes. He curled his skilled fingers inside to stimulate a sensitive spot you didn't know was there, just perfectly, his touch implacable against your clit while he fucked your cunt.

Your mouth was being claimed with an eagerness that made your blood boil—he was devouring you in the kiss. His smooth lips moved against yours, insistent and hungry, coaxing you to open for him as he gently bit your lower lip. As you complied, his tongue rapidly swept in, tasting your saliva mingling with his. It was dizzying; your senses flooded with the taste of him and the coolness of his pale skin, creating a high contrast against your hot, wetting pussy and just adding to the sensations.

A low groan gurgled in his chest as his lips pressed harder, the tips of his fangs grazing your bottom lip before pulling back slightly. Just to slam his mouth to yours again with even more fierceness after taking his breath. His fingers curled more rapidly against that delicate spot within you, utterly submerging you in the magnetic pull of his caresses and the incredible hunger in his kiss.

He pulled away, his lips brushing against yours as he did, a soft, breathless hum escaping him. “I wonder,” he began, “how long it will take for you to break, darling.” His eyes glinted as he continued. “But I’m in no rush. We’ll savour this. I will…”

Your grip on him tightened, slightly pulling his hair as your hips rocked back and forth with the pace he set, lost to the growing pleasure he built for you. His touch was relentless, almost coaxing you to the brink, but every stroke was carefully calculated, carefully slow to keep you teetering, hovering in a blissful tension that left you frustrated.

Astarion watched you with predatory attention, centred on the slightest whimper that escaped your lips, as well as that exquisite pussy between your thighs. The very sight of you brought him as much pleasure as his hand brought to you.

Your breathing grew ragged as your body instinctively sought more of the pleasure he promised. The fullness of his fingers, though they were quite close to what you needed, only left you aching for more. You could feel your desire intensifying with every subtle movement, letting your hands drift lower in his chest with the need to touch, to claim him as yours. ‘At least for tonight’.

“Astarion... more, please... I want your cock inside me.” You pleaded, looking into his eyes with desperate want. “Take off these trousers...” You added, letting your fingers trail down his abdomen to where his waistband circled just below his waist, urging him to remove the last barrier between you.

He held your gaze, his eyes smouldering as a slow, indulgent smile appeared on his face. “Oh, you’re even more delicious when you beg...” He honeyed with approval, pulling his fingers out of your pussy and watching with keen interest as you trembled at the loss, the delicate quiver of your hips only adding to the pleasure he found in your vulnerability.

Before doing so, he slowly brought his dripping fingers from your cunt to his mouth, taking great pleasure in licking them clean and savouring the sweet, intoxicating juices made by your body. A soft, pleased hum escaped him as his eyes gleamed with wicked glee as he drank in the sight of your flushed face.

Only then did his hands drop to the waistband of his trousers. He didn’t rush, of course; instead, his movements were maddeningly slow as he began to slide the fabric down. The gleam in his eyes told you everything—he was savouring every second, drawing out the moment just to test your patience, fully aware of how much it would irritate you.

But just before sliding them for once and for all down, he stopped within a second. His eyes trailed their way down to your breasts, marked against the cloth, still covered while his torso was bare since you made him take off his shirt; the contrast stirred something within him. His fingers gently trailed along the fabric of your shirt, brushing down and against the edge, before his hand slid inside to grip your waist.

He looked back up, meeting your gaze with desire and playful intent. “Darling,” he purred, “don’t you think it’s only fair that you join me in shedding the rest of my clothing?” His eyes gleamed as he showed his damned puppy-like eyes for the second time that day. “I want to feel all of you against me,” he added, his tone rich with faked sorrow as his lower lip made a soft pout. “Take it off, my love...”

Oh, this definitely made you smile, feeling a spark of mischief as you looked down at him. You could tell he hadn’t quite anticipated the thought that crossed your mind.

You let your fingers drift along his bare chest again, savouring the coolness and smoothness of his porcelain skin before cradling his cheek, taking in every detail of his expectant look.

“Well,” you leaned close, letting your lips just a few inches away from his. “After tearing my favourite trousers,” you whispered, trailing your thumb teasingly across his lower lip, “don’t you think it’s only fair that you ask me—politely—to take the shirt off?”

Astarion raised one of his brows; his smile wavered for only a moment as he considered your request. Then, his expression softened, his smirk playing again on his lips as his hands slid up your sides under your shirt. “Oh, I see,” he replied smoothly, “you want me to beg, do you?”

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Yes.” You savoured every single letter that slipped from your lips. “I am dying to hear you beg, Astarion.”

A moment passed before he gave a soft chuckle, and his gaze, brimming with delight and want, locked with yours. “Please, my love.” He said lowly, needy. “Let me see those surely precious breasts you must have. I’ll be good, I promise.” He pleaded sweetly. “Take it off... just for me...”

His words only made you want to tease him more.

The diabolical glow in your eyes grew as you leaned forward, letting your thumb trace the line of his chin. You could feel the light tension in his posture, the way the red in his eyes darkened, his lips parting just a bit as he waited for... maybe a kiss? He wasn't quite sure with you. His hands on your waist tightened to pull you a bit closer, but you resisted, holding him at bay.

“Good, you say? I’d like to see that.” You tilted your head as if considering his plea. “Are you sure you’re capable of it?” Your fingers slid down his chest again, skimming over his nipples with your fingers just enough to provoke him a small shiver.

“More than capable.” He replied roughly for the restraint you demanded of him, but not being entirely sincere.

You breathed slowly as you caught his lie, but somehow, your desire for him only grew, knowing he didn’t intend to ‘be good’ with you at all.

Your hands went down to lift the hem of your shirt, but you didn’t pull it up yet. Instead, you let your fingers there. “If you want it so badly, Astarion,” you said softly, “you’ll have to ask again. Nicely.”

His expression shifted to one of purely wanting as he tightened his hands on you. “Please, my love,” he replied in a low tone. “Take it off.”

Finally, you slowly lifted your shirt to reveal your torso and the defined curves of your breasts, drawing the fabric over your head to set it aside on his bedroll and finally being completely naked to his eager stare. Astarion’s eyes glistened with a glow that spoke volumes as he devoured every detail of your flushed skin like a long-awaited treat. You couldn’t help but arrange your hair and adjust your bracelets; you felt a mix of nerves and exhilaration at his intense attention.

Astarion’s hands reached for your breasts with a speed that almost startled you, sinking his fingers into your supple flesh as he kneaded it and leaned forward. His lips found one of your nipples, capturing it along with a portion of your breast, sucking passionately before planting a warm kiss above your nipple. He repeated on its twin, savouring your body before finally looking up; the surprise etched on your face, the blush on your cheeks, and the widening of your eyes seemed to light pride in his gaze.

Astarion revelled in the comfy warmth of your flesh under his cool hands as he continued to knead and massage your breasts as thoroughly as it was slow. Trailing his lips down to run messy kisses along your sternum before returning to one of your breasts once more. He opened his mouth, homely, to get your flushed breast inside, sucking it and swirling his tongue around it, rumbling an eager hum. His hands went to your waist and your other breast to take care of it too, holding you as you leaned against him with a soft moan escaping your lips. He seemed almost like a starved child desperately seeking milk from his mother's breast.

After a long, leisurely moment, he pulled away with a final and slow brush of his tongue over your nipple; his lips glistened with saliva from his attention. A desire that seemed to consume him was burning in his eyes, and when they met yours, a slow smile spread across his face. “You know,” he murmured, “I could lose myself in you like this, so easily.” His fingers slowly contoured your waist. “But I’ll need more than just this beautiful view.” He leaned in to graze his lips on your ear and whispered, “Imagine, darling, how it’ll feel when I’m deep inside you—how I’ll make you forget everything else, until all you can think of... is me.”

Your body received a delicious tremble, an almost inaudible moan escaping your lips because of the intensity of his voice saying those words to you. Your fingers tangled in his hair to pull him closer, feeling yourself getting wetter. The simple thought of him inside you, fucking you until your legs couldn't respond any more, grew your pulse faster.

As his hands wandered lower, the ache between your thighs grew unbearable—the need to have his cock growling in your throat; you could barely stand it. Impatiently, you moved to straddle his thighs, finding with your hands his waistband.

“I need you, Astarion.” Your plea spilt out unprocessed, begging for him to end the teasing and give you what you craved. “Please take them off. I can’t wait any longer. Finish what you started.” The final word fell from your lips almost like a cry, leaving no doubt that you were beyond ready, beyond wanting. You needed him—now.

Astarion chuckled as he looked at your hands, tracing his abdomen. He laid back slightly against his soft pillows, clearly enjoying how you were so eager for him, but he didn’t move anyway. Instead, his eyes flickered to your fingers as they were about to start tugging his waistband, and his lips curled up.

“Please, Astarion.” You pleaded again. “I can't take it any more. Stop teasing me. Take them off. Please.”

He hummed, amused, with a wicked glint in his crimson eyes. “Ah, so desperate, are we?” His eyes slid downward, pausing to take in the way your pussy soaked through his fabric, already dripping as you set yourself on his thighs. “Look at that sweet little cunt of yours, dripping for me already.” As soon as he finished speaking, he let out a soft chuckle. “Can’t wait to feel me inside, I see.”

You furrowed your brows in some annoyance at his incessant chatter that only made your patience thinner. But then, his demeanour shifted nonchalantly, capturing your attention when he propped his hands up on the bedroll and lifted his pelvis fluidly, giving you room to slide his trousers out of his legs.

“Help yourself, darling.” He purred softly with that grin on his lips.

You couldn’t stop yourself from glancing down, captivated by his posture. When your eyes fell to his crotch, where your hands had settled either side, you saw the clear shape of his rigid cock outlined beneath the fabric, straining against the material and angled a little to one side. The thickness and length were evident, making your entrance painfully clench around nothing and heat your cheeks.

‘How didn't I look at it before?’ Your breath hitched at the graphic, raw sight of it—exquisite and so irresistibly tempting. The aching sensation in your pussy grew, not just from the visual but from the rush of desire that quickly followed. Despite yourself, your eyes went back to his face, finding that same teasing, excited expression as though he were daring you to take the next step.

As you began to slide your fingers inside the waistband of his trousers, you brushed lightly his skin, sending a shiver to your fingertips.

And then, pulling his trousers down, you slowly revealed more inches of his pelvis and his white curls, and you could feel his intense gaze smouldering into you. His cock twitched against the fabric, building your excitement until it sprang free, making you inhale sharply at the sight. Your eyes traced his exposed skin as you slid the fabric the rest of the way down his legs. A soft rustle marked their removal from his ankles, and he lay naked before you.

His erect length was blushed and visibly soft, with subtle veins running up from its base, contrasting sharply against his swollen, rosy head. The pale expanse of his skin was almost luminescent; only the tip of his cock seemed all the more vivid. And there was precum already seeping from its slit, a trail that slid down to his sac.

For a brief, delicious moment, you simply stared. The long shape with a slightly tapered head was just stunning, and it made you realise just how perfectly he would enter and fill you. You couldn’t help but let your fingers drift to your clit, stimulating lightly to ease the relentless ache building. The wet heat spread between your thighs, growing stronger as you took in every detail.

A subtle sigh left your lips, caused by the strong beating of your puffy bud against your fingers. You traced the ridges of his hips with the other hand before brushing over from the base to the tip of his cock. It was warm, soft but firm with the ridges of its veins, and the precum that gathered there only added to its silkiness.

Your mind raced with thoughts you hadn’t fully allowed yourself to process—how new this was, how thrilling and unfamiliar it felt yet so drawn by it. Astarion was nothing like the lovers you had before. You didn’t have a long list of conquests, and that made your inexperience clear. But the way he looked at you and how his moves commanded every piece of your attention drew you deeper into something you were both eager and frightened to experience.

Without thinking any longer, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, feeling its thickness as you slowly began to stroke him in sync with your own stimulation, smoothing with your thumb the head with each pass. His lips allowed a low, appreciative sigh to escape him, sending a wave of emotion through you and racing your pulse. And with one final glance up at his face, you slowly positioned yourself between his thighs to lay down and let your stomach rest on his bedroll.

As you let your lips hover near the tip of his cock, you could feel the heat radiating from him and smell the intoxicating scent of his arousal as he smelt yours. You could almost drool at the sight before you—how you see the shift in his expression—from humour to impatience. The anticipation was exhausting for both of you, but you didn’t rush. Instead, you kissed the tip tenderly, feeling the weight of him against your lips before letting your tongue slip out where his glans started to the high point. Tasting the warmth and saltiness of his cock because of his precum.

You felt the coolness of the storm kissing you and of the bedroll beneath your stomach, grounding you as your hands remained on him, steady and assured. Astarion’s thighs tensed under your touch, caught between the impulse to take control and the pleasure of simply letting you explore at your own pace.

Each time your thumb swept over his tip, his cock twitched, responding to the rhythm of your touch and your lips. You swirled your tongue around his head, licking clean the precum that had gathered there and along his length. The taste was different than you expected—rich and heady, like a Vermentino wine, lingering on your tongue in a way that was deeply intriguing.

The low sounds slipping from his lips spurred you on as you pressed messy kisses to his length and tip, tracing with your tongue the subtle lines and ridges of his shaft. His sharp intake of breath told you just how deeply he felt every small touch, and the sheer pleasure in that knowledge emboldened you further.

“Mm, look at you,” he purred, honestly surprised and pleased. “Not so shy now, are we, darling?” His words were meant to tease as always, but the note of admiration was unmistakable, making clear just how captivated he truly was.

Your eyes met his quietly before slowly lowering your mouth to take him inch by inch. The stretch of him filled your cavity as you went deeper, feeling his rigidity slide against your tongue. You let inside more of him until you felt his tip reach the back of your throat and the hair on his pelvis brushing your nose. His reaction, the involuntary twitch, and the low hum from him sent a thrill through you as you adjusted him inside your mouth, savouring the moment.

As you set a slow up-down with your head, Astarion’s lips started to make soft, broken sounds that were like a lyrical to your ears, urging you to continue. His hand reached out to rest on the back of your head, his fingers threading into your hair as he let out a silent growl. The anxiety in his grip was obvious, yet he kept his touch gentle, guiding without forcing and letting you take the lead, trembling under your care.

You slid your hands down his thighs, feeling the taut muscles beneath your fingers and feeling how his body responded to you. Each time you drew him deeply, your tongue caressed his lower vein, lavishing attention on every inch of him that his cock met with an appreciative palpitation.

Astarion moaned, his head falling back against the pillows. “Slow down, my love... Let me enjoy this.” He breathed as he allowed you to fully take him, his hips flexing slightly. His fingers tightened slowly in your hair, a silent encouragement for you to continue as he gave himself completely over to you.

With one hand still supported on his thigh, you drifted the other to his sac to massage it gently inside your palm. The action caused a louder moan from him, his hips jiggling involuntarily as you kept your mouth moving steady and more slowly, never breaking your rhythm. His low groans came quicker and even rougher, sounds of pleasure spilling freely now like an invitation to go on, filling the tent and dispersing the strong rain outside.

He moved his hand from your hair to your cheek and stopped you momentarily, cradling it in a surprisingly tender gesture as he glanced down at you. “Look at me while you do it, my darling...” He sighed, gently caressing you. “Feel how hard you make me...” His head fell back once more, unable to hold back a guttural growl as you continued with an intensified sucking, feeling his cock pulse and grow impossibly hard against your tongue.

With a measured squeeze, you tightened your grip on his sac, rolling it delicately with your fingers while your other hand remained anchored on his thigh. They trembled involuntarily, just like his cock, each movement drawing a delicious reaction until he could no longer keep still, his hips instinctively arching towards your mouth.

His hand returned to the back of your head, gripping tightly as your tongue traced the underside of his cock. All of him seemed to shiver under your touch, and he still allowed you to take control, guiding him into this sweet, little death.

But, after a few moments, you let his cock slip free from your lips with a slow drag, watching it emerge slick in your saliva and instantly cling to his lower belly because of its hardness. The dampness left a glistening trail between your mouth and him, breaking only as you leaned back, lifting a hand to wipe the last of the moisture from your mouth. He let out a disappointed sigh at the loss of you, then looked down to watch how you had left him all reddish-coloured with a sheen because of his precum mixed with your saliva.

Without a word, you rose on your knees and moved to straddle his hips, feeling the firm press of his thighs beneath your ass cheeks as you settled your weight onto him. His hands instinctively moved to your waist, gripping your sides in a way that felt almost impossible to avoid.

You could feel the hardness of his cock pressing between your folds—a solid, delicious presence. Each pulsate of its head against the own palpitations of your puffy bud felt incredible.

Bracing your hands against his chest, you pressed down gently and took a moment to enjoy the feel of him, tracing the lines that defined his chest with your fingers. His eyes were locked on you, watching the way your pussy just wrapped around his cock.

Gradually, you began to move your hips, grinding down your clitoris onto his glans with a slowed tempo that turned faster. The friction was amazing as you brushed against his slick skin, adding a sensuous layer of lubrication as you moved back and forth against his perfectly nestled cock. You could feel yourself drenching him wetter, mixing your juices with the slickness left from your previous oral.

His hungry gaze roamed over your pelvis, tightening his grip on your waist as he let out a rough sigh, savouring the way your pussy slid so enticingly along his shaft until you leaned forward. Repositioning your weight on one hand, you reached down to trace your fingers along his length, wrapping around it to guide it upwards. You pressed the tip on your entrance, dragging it slowly along your slit, feeling it start to pulse against your inner lips. His lower lip formed a slight pout as you continued to tease, drawing the moment out with almost cruel patience.

But with a final pass, you positioned him straight to your entrance, vacillating just on the edge, and looked at his face to watch his reaction—the way his eyes were focused on your pussy, waiting for you to cut the last bit of separation. Then, with a slow downward, you began to sink him inside, feeling the exquisite stretch his tip made as he filled you, inch by inch, making your walls instantly clench around him for the sudden fullness.

He let out a pleased moan, now holding harder your hips as you settled onto him completely, feeling so deep and stretching you deliciously wide after so many years of solitude. The warm pulse of him between your walls, every subtle movement of his length—an insistent throb—made you simply sit there for a moment. Letting yourself adjust to the sensation of him fully within you and the friction of your clit as it rubbed against his silvery pubic hair. He flicked up his eyes to meet yours with an intensity that made his eagerness clear as he waited for you to move.

You gently cupped his face and caressed his pointy ear, the other hand resting over his shoulder. You softly brought his face closer to yours, locking your eyes on his.

“Astarion...” You whispered. “Can you feel it? How incredible this is?” You gave him a dulcet smile before closing the distance, pressing your lips against his as you traced the line of his cheekbone and chest, feeling his pulse beneath your fingers.

Gently, you lifted yourself just slightly to sink back down, the exquisite friction sending a burst of pleasure through both of you. Astarion’s grip on you tensed again, tightening as his hips surged up to meet yours, letting out a low, throaty noise. Your lips remained together, deepening the kiss as your mouths moved in time with your bodies, setting a slow, constant pace where you rose and fell smoothly over him.

The sounds of your bodies intertwined moving together began to fill the surrounding little space—the slapping of skin on skin, the lewd, sensual noises of your pussy swallowing his cock over and over again blending with the muffled moans, and the relentless raindrops against the canvas.

He forcefully gripped your hips to dictate you, abruptly being the one controlling the pace as he broke the kiss to catch his breath. His lips hovered close, both hot exhales mingling as you rested your forehead against his, matching your rhythm. The tantalising climax drew closer and closer with every thrust, making everything else seem distant, the storm outside being insignificant compared to the tempest building between you.

His hands roamed over your body, tracing your spine before one circled your waist and the other gripped the back of your shoulder to pull you closer, urging you to press down against him more fully.

The deeper you sank, the more you felt him smack against your vaginal walls so passionately. You leaned forward, your hands wrapping either side of his waist and slightly digging your nails into his skin as you picked up the pace. The position shifted just enough to drive him pleasantly deeper in each downward stroke, with a perfect angle that made his tip hammer against your cervix.

Suddenly, the hand against your shoulder gripped your cheeks, pulling you down to capture your lips in another hungry kiss. His tongue tangled with yours, both tasting the other's mouth, becoming something truly addicting, as if he just seemed to want to devour you whole, and you couldn't satisfy your own craving. His hand slid to your nape as the kiss deepened, just like the rhythm of both pelvises grew faster.

Every thrust proved how he was losing himself, both of you spiralling higher and higher. He whimpered against your lips, a sound that vibrated deep in your mouth, feeling the tension coiling tighter within your lower belly, your body feeling worn out as it yearned for release.

His hands were everywhere—guiding, pulling, encouraging. You couldn’t help but moan against his lips, the pleasure overwhelming as your movements grew more frantic. He was holding you just right, pressing his open thighs up against your ass cheeks, lifting you just enough to make you feel perfectly aligned with his cock.

His lips parted from yours with a shaky groan as he looked up at you, consumed by the burning need you were becoming. At that moment, with the weight of your hips moving over his, your voice came out shaky, broken by the effort of holding yourself glued to him. “Am I... am I doing it right?”

The question left you trembling because of its vulnerability, making your pulse race as though the very act of asking had laid bare everything you hid beneath that little girl you were for him. You felt so desperate for his confirmation, for him to tell you that this was all he wanted.

For a moment, he looked as if he was caught off guard, eyes widening just a fraction before he composed himself.

Then his hands tightened his grasp on both your ass cheeks with determination. He pressed your hips down more strongly, making his cock burry inside you to the hilt and making your lips crush against his pelvis. “Do you feel that?” He kept pressing you down harder, grinding his hips up to meet yours. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me, and it’s perfect. Move just like that—don’t stop.” The words slipped out raw and unfiltered, as if he couldn’t hold them back.

The way he said that broke whatever fragile restraint you’d managed to hold onto, unleashing a fierce, unstoppable heat within you. The only thing that existed now was him—all of him—buried balls deep inside you, turning every nerve in almost an animalistic way.

An uncontrollable need surged through you, overtaking all thoughts, as your hips immediately started to move impulsively, slamming down against his. Your body was just demanding to take everything from him, driven by a thirst he had created that couldn’t be denied. The ache of his cock stretching your entrance open and filling you that much was the divine sensation of him, the incredible pleasure of his flawless body moving exactly in time with and inside yours.

You were in pursuit of more—more of him, more of this satisfying connection. You let out a series of desperate moans, each one of them spurring you both deeper into your carnal urges, neither of you able to stop. The immediateness of it overtook you both. Your breathing was ragged as the intense pressure built, feeling him fully as he lifted his hips to force his cock impossibly inside you, aligning you just right, so deep that you could feel it in your very bones. The edge of your release was so close.

His hands dug into your ass, pulling you more forcefully against him to guide your frantic pace and stoke the fire on your clitoris as his pelvis writhed beneath it. “Just a little more...” He growled, strained, like a man on the edge of breaking. “I’m so close, love…” His words were almost a pleading cry, a raw reflection of the need that overtook him because of you.

You could feel it, see it—his control slipping away, his body trembling beneath yours as his hands gripped your hips now to urge you on, both bodies acting just like animals in heat do with an almost agonising intensity that could leave your womb aching for days. You both moved harder and faster, slapping together with an unbreakable pace. The pressure in your core was unbearable now, so close to snapping that it made your legs shake in both of the sides of his hips with the effort of holding on.

Suddenly, one of his hands slid between your bodies, finding your clitoris to circle his thumb over the painfully swollen nub with expert knowledge. Just like if he was already aware of how to trigger your sensitive spots to push you to the heavens. The friction was impossible to bear in the best, perfect possible way, making you cry in pleasure, unable to control the whimpers that tore from your throat.

You couldn’t hold back any more. His touch, the pressure, the movements of his body—it all became too much. The tension inside you snapped, and with a loud and uncontrolled moan, your walls tightly clenched and pulsated around him, your climax crashing over you in pure, consuming pleasure. Hitting you so hard that you felt like you were floating, holding on to him with the tremors of your hips.

But Astarion didn’t stop. He never ceased the maddening stimulation on your clit or fucking your cunt, coaxing another renovated sensation from you, pushing you past the point of stimulation. You tried to pull away to catch your breath, but his hands clamped down, forcing you to stay in the moment, allowing him to draw even more from you. He was relentless as the need to overstimulate you took control.

“Don’t stop, not now.” He gasped, his voice breaking as he thrust up into you harder, his thumb continuing to rub and circle your bud, trying to force your body into another climax. “I need you, my love. Please…”

The words were the spark that made you give in with a desperate cry as ecstasy crashed over you, smashing everything. You felt him pulsating and releasing with a ragged, almost feral growl, leaving his sweet lips, his body quivering beneath yours as he exploded into you, the rush of his climax pushing you to the edge. The sensation of his warm semen spurting against your cervix and filling you sent you into your second release of the night, the new pressure in your body finally exploding in waves of sheer. The powerful sensations of both of you reaching that peak at the same time made your vision blur.

Every spurt of his release throbbed deep within your womb, drawing low, tired moans from your lips as his cock continued its task to fill you, spreading his seed inside you with each pulse of the head. You pressed your hips down, grinding to take him impossibly deeper as your labia were already crushed against his damp pelvis, letting you feel every twitch and tremor between your aching walls. He groaned softly as he tightened his grip on your hips, and you fucked his cock instinctively in answer to coax out every last shudder from him.

His hands guided your hips to keep you pressed down hard as his cock stroked every sensitive inch of your walls, filling you in a way that made some of his cum slowly spill out from your pussy. Your bodies met again and again, making him feel unable to resist the pull of you as you moved perfectly up and down, simply feeling lost in you as you milked him.

Then, you both collapsed together, sweaty bodies shaking with the intensity of your simultaneous culmination and the aftershocks of your climaxes, leaving you both drained. Your breaths came intermittently, laboured, and it felt as though the camp outside had momentarily ceased to exist. The air between you was impregnated with the smell of sex and your scents, but there was also something tender about the way your bodies were embracing each other that made you feel... nice.

Astarion’s hands moved with a strange gentleness now, gliding up your back with soothing strokes in the cosiness of the moment. His lips pressed a tender kiss to your cheek, his breath still unsteady with a warmness that contrasted the freshness of your lovemaking and the way his cock kept pulsating while softening within you.

He dragged you against him. “Are you alright, darling?” His voice abruptly soft, touched with... care, concern; an unknown tenderness that caught you by surprise.

You nodded against his shoulder. “Yes…” you murmured, fluttering closed as exhaustion settled in and the comfort of his presence lulled you, feeling his quick heartbeat beneath your ear. “Just... give me a second.”

A sweet smile tugged at the corner of his lips, looking at you with adoration as he brushed a damp lock of hair away from your face, fingers running gently over your neck. “I’ll admit, I didn't think I’d be the one left wanting more… but here I am.” He said quietly. “That, my love, was truly something else for someone so lovely.” He pressed another sweet kiss to your cheek, remaining just a little before pulling away.

You let out a shaky laugh, the closeness between you both grounding your still-tingling nerves. Lifting your head slightly and reopening your eyes, you met his gaze with a warmth that made your heart swell. “You know,” you started, “I might just have to keep you around a little longer. You’ve made it hard for me to want anyone else, Astarion.” You reached to cradle his cheek as your hidden confession floated in the air between you.

He leaned into your touch, his hand hovering over yours in a loving gesture. “You’re really going to make me do this, aren’t you?” Astarion said, feigning frustration, though his eyes softened with a rare sincerity in his voice. “I had plans, you know. But it seems I’m not allowed to have anything for myself any more.” He let out a mock sigh. “Guess I’m yours, darling. For now. Don’t get too comfortable with it.”

You smiled softly, tilting your head. “Oh, how tragic,” you teased with mock frustration as well. “I didn’t realise you had such grand plans, Astarion. How terribly cruel of me to steal you away from them.” Your fingers gently traced the edge of his ear, a smirk playing on your lips. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll learn to live with it. Just try not to get too comfortable, either, darling.”

Astarion let out a soft chuckle, his fingers leaving your hand to cup your cheek tenderly. “Well, well, what a vile little thing you are,” he said with a playful smirk, grazing your cheekbone with his thumb. “Using that sweet face of yours to get your way... You really do enjoy this, don’t you?” His laugh was light, almost like a caress, before he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow kiss that left you aware of all the emotions he couldn’t express using words.

He held the kiss for a moment to savour your lips before pulling back to rest his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he basked in the shared closeness.

After that, he slowly adjusted your position so that you lay more comfortably against him. Once settled, he pulled a soft blanket over you both, wrapping his arms around you snugly.

“Rest now, my love.” He murmured softly. You felt his words settle over you like a soft lullaby, and you snuggled closer to place yourself against him, wrapping your arm gently around his waist.

There, in his embrace, you let yourself fully relax in the quiet comfort of the moment with the rain outside. The feeling of his skin against yours, the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the gentle sweep of his fingers through your hair and your arm—it was everything you needed, a perfect, tender end to the passion from minutes ago.

With a contented sigh, you pressed a soft kiss against his chest before your eyelids started to grow heavy as you drifted into a peaceful calm in his arms.

As the hours passed, the heat of the night slowly faded, leaving you both tangled in each other’s embrace. You both drifted into sleep, your bodies still flushed and sweaty from the intensity of your passion that night. Astarion’s arm was wrapped around you, pulling you closer. The odd warmth of his body against yours was comforting.

As the soft light of dawn filtered through the tent, the storm was now nothing more than a distant memory, and a sudden weight pressed down on you.

Your mind, still slow to fully wake, started to be flooded with vivid recollections—the sex, the words shared, the undeniable connection you felt...

A sharp pang of awareness hit you as you became acutely aware of every quiet sound. 'Had I really just done that?' The question lingered in your mind, though it wasn’t that you regretted it—not with him, not when everything felt so unexpectedly right. But still, a knot tightened in your throat. You’d never been this irresponsible before, never allowed this kind of situation with someone you’d only known for a couple of months.

You slowly pulled yourself from Astarion's embrace. The warmth of his body left a mark on your skin nonetheless. As you sat up, the blanket tangled around your hips, and a sudden rush of cool air hit your naked chest, causing an uninvited shiver to you that woke you a little more.

Your eyes drifted to him, still peacefully asleep beside you. His bare chest rose and fell in slowly, and his expression was soft and relaxed in the morning, a sharp contrast to the intensity of your previous night.

While you stood there, tracing with your eyes his form, the weight of what had just happened was still pressing heavily above your shoulders. Embarrassment crept in, not just for the passion you’d shared but for the place you were in—his tent, in camp, with your friends only a few meters away. The unsettling thought wormed its way into your mind: what if they’d heard you?

Your eyes flicked towards the opening of the tent, a bead of cold sweat rolling down the back of your neck. You pressed your palm to your forehead, the reality sinking in. What if they had? The embarrassment felt like it was growing, and you had to swallow back the rising anxiety carving in your chest.

The thoughts swirled and twisted in your mind. Reaching for your shirt, you slowly sat up a bit more; you felt a sting pain in your muscles from the night’s activities. Your fingers fumbled clumsily to the fabric as the weight of your thoughts made everything feel more difficult. You tried to dress as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb the fragile calm of his slumber.

The texture felt harsh against your sensitive skin, while the cool morning air grazed over the parts of you exposed and between your thighs as you raised the shirt over your head to dress it.

Just as you finally managed to pull it into place, you caught a soft shift beside you. Astarion’s eyes fluttered open, his vision still cloudy with sleep, but his attention immediately locked onto you. He didn’t speak right away; his focus was on the way you moved.

He curved his lips into a small, lazy smile. There was a softness in his expression now that you didn't see before. “Good morning... sneaking off already?” He sighed with the remnants of sleep in his tone. He looked down to where your fingers grabbed the fabric of your shirt, then back to your face, his smile growing wider. His hand reached out to grab your arm, pulling you back towards him gently. “Didn't peg you as the type to leave me after our first time, darling...”

The way he still wanted you close stirred something within you—a warmth despite the storm of emotions inside you. You couldn’t help but smile softly at the thought. “I wasn’t going anywhere...” You replied quietly.

Astarion’s hand moved to your waist, his touch fierce yet tender as he pulled you closer, guiding you to lay back completely against his body. His chest pressed against your back as he nestled his chin in the crook of your neck, pressing soft kisses there. You could feel the weight of him, enveloping you in a way that was both comforting and deeply intimate.

His arm wrapped securely around your waist, drawing you even nearer as he gently adjusted his position, making sure you were comfortable. You could feel the tension in your body melt as his movements spoke of quiet care, though the nervousness inside you didn’t entirely dissipate.

He must have sensed the shift in your mood. “Is everything alright?” Astarion murmured softly, concerned. His lips brushed over your ear as he spoke, a gentle kiss to your cheek that seemed to reassure you, though you couldn’t quite shake the lingering anxiety that clung to you.

“I... I just—” You broke off. “What if they heard us, Astarion?”

“We’re safe, darling,” he murmured, his voice a soothing caress that chased away the remnants of your worry. “No one knows a thing. The storm was our shield last night.”

Astarion’s hand lingered at your waist as he shifted his weight, guiding you gently. And with a slight motion, he turned you to lie on your back and face him fully. His gaze locked onto yours, his crimson eyes glimmering with something unspoken. He propped himself on an elbow beside you, sliding his other hand from your waist to cradle your cheek.

Seeing the faint worry lingering in your eyes, he offered a small, tender smile. “You know, love,” he began, “this is different. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t. I never imagined I’d feel like this—like I’d actually want this... someone.” His thumb brushed softly over your cheekbone, as if the gesture alone could convey what words struggled to express. “Last night wasn’t just indulgence, not with you. It was... real.”

The way he looked at you then was as though he’d laid down his armour, revealing a part of himself you’d only glimpsed. “I’ve spent centuries taking what I was told to, living by someone else’s twisted desires. Wanting something—someone—for myself? I’d almost forgotten what that even felt like.” He hesitated. “But here we are... and being with you, feeling this... it’s more than I ever dared to hope for.”

Your breath caught, and the sincerity in his voice made your chest feel both heavy and light at once. You swallowed, a warmth blossoming where your anxiety had been. “I want you to know that I meant every word,” he whispered against your ear.

As he drew back, his fingers entwined with yours, and he gave you a small smile, one filled with that rare sincerity he reserved just for you. “So, let’s not let the world outside intrude on this, hmm?” His eyes gleamed with a quiet plea. “Not yet.”

The words hung in the warm morning light, soothing the unease within you. Astarion shifted slightly again to recline back onto the soft bedroll, pulling you with him. You instinctively wrapped an arm around his waist to hold him close.

But as your fingers traced along his side, you brushed against something you forgot. A faint crease formed between your brows as you looked down. There was the bandage you had tied the night before, stained with a faint bloom of red where his wound lay concealed. A quiet ache of worry unfurled in your chest as your hand rested against the edge of the bandage.

Without thinking, your fingers traced lightly over his abdomen, avoiding the more sensitive area near the bandage. “Astarion,” you called softly with a new urgency. “Are you... alright? I might’ve moved too much last night.”

Astarion’s eyes opened a bit more as he recognised the genuine concern in your voice. “Oh, my love,” he purred with a smirk on his lips as he glanced down to where your hand rested on his stomach. “If anyone could survive your... enthusiasm, it would be me.” His tone softened as he covered your hand with his.

You bit your lip, the persistent worry stirring as you recalled the intensity of the night before. “Still, I should've been more careful with you,” you replied with a faint blush warming your cheeks. “I didn’t even think about it last night... I just... wanted you.”

He shifted slightly, pulling you closer until your foreheads touched, his lips barely brushing yours as he spoke again. “Believe me, last night... was everything I never knew I needed,” he said, with a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “You've given me a moment of calmness I never thought I’d experience again.”

Your hand pressed lightly against his chest; he let out a quiet, contented sigh. His own hand drifted down to rest against your waist, drawing you even closer.

He brushed his lips softly against the tip of your nose, placing a sweet kiss there before he spoke. “The truth is, I’m not used to someone worrying over me. I’ve learnt to dismiss my wounds and to push through the pain alone. You make me feel seen, darling…”

A soft smile tugged at his lips as he leaned back just enough to catch your gaze, reaching with his hand your cheek to rub his thumb along your cheekbone in a gentle, absent-minded swipe. Your heart softened as you wrapped your arms around him, letting yourself melt. You nestled closer to him, the soft heat of his body a constant pull as your fingers traced lightly over his skin, careful not to touch the bandage.

Astarion’s fingers moved in slow strokes along your back, his touch lingering at the small of your waist. The quiet way his body urged you nearer made your pulse race in a way that was both comforting and thrilling. You could feel the passion of the night still lingering in the air between you, a magnetic pull that only seemed to deepen the longer you were in his presence.

“You know,” he murmured lowly, his velvety voice wrapping around your thoughts. He leaned in, his lips brushing over yours as he closed his eyes briefly. “I find myself wanting more.”

A small shiver of anticipation ran through you. He moved slightly, shifting his body to bring you closer, his hand sliding down your side until he could grab one of your buttocks. It stirred something inside of you—something that made it hard to breathe, hard to think.

You pressed your lips to his to give him a soft kiss before pulling back to meet his eyes. The intensity in his look made you ache with longing. “Astarion, are you sure you’re alright?” You asked softly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He froze for a moment, his eyes narrowing with something dark and intense, and then he leaned forward, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and sensual, tasting of the night and everything you’d shared. His mouth moved against yours with a quiet eagerness, and you let yourself melt into him, your hand sliding to his waist, feeling the bandage beneath your palm.

But you pulled back slightly, concern flitting through your mind again. Astarion’s eyes glimmered, his expression a blend of amusement and something achingly vulnerable. “Darling,” he replied, his voice a rough, affectionate murmur. “I can handle anything you give me.”

You leaned into him, grazing your lips with his as you spoke, “I just want to make sure you're alright... I don’t want to push—” Without letting you finish, he leaned forward to kiss your lips again to silence you. His mouth moved against yours with a quiet desperation, a demand for attention.

Astarion’s hands slowly roamed your sides as he shifted, positioning himself above you on the bedroll. You could feel the warmth of his body radiating into yours, his thighs pressed tightly against yours.

Your hands moved instinctively, sliding around his waist, bracing yourself against his lower back, feeling the curve of his muscles tense under your touch. The kiss deepened, slow and calm, as if he tasted every inch of you, pushing any lingering uncertainty away.

One of his hands moved to catch your hand and entwine his fingers with yours before pressing your hand down against the pillow. His other hand found your other wrist, lifting it gently above your head and pinning it there, his grip firm yet laced with a sensual care that only deepened your wanting of him. His thighs pressing tighter against yours.

Astarion’s breath was shallow against your lips as he finally broke the kiss to meet your gaze, his pupils wide with a need that mirrored your own, his mouth curving into a wicked smile as he held you in place. The subtle weight of him, combined with the feeling of his fingers interlocked with yours, created an undeniable sense of belonging, a wordless claim that ignited every nerve.

“Don’t worry about me,” he murmured roughly because of his desire, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Just stay here. With me. That’s all I need.”

The air was dense in the goblin’s fortress with the smell of decay and their gross scent.

Every step you took echoed too loudly in the silence of the hallway as you looked for a way to get out, making you almost tremble due to the fear of being discovered. Astarion was a ghostlike presence beside you, with his hand near the hilt of his dagger to strike at any moment if necessary—always prepared. You envied how easy he made this all seem.

You both halted in front of a heavy wooden door, its iron reinforcements dark and covered in rust. It was imposing, with an ornate lock gleaming against the faint light cast by the candlelight.

“This should be the way forward.” He murmured while his crimson eyes narrowed, studying the lock. “Unfortunately, it's blocked. We’ll have to pick it.”

You looked at him. “We? I don’t know how to pick locks.”

He smiled arrogantly, his lips sharply as a blade. “Oh, but you'll learn. It's a skill every adventurer should master, darling. Besides…” He reached into his pocket, withdrawing a delicate set of lockpicks and placing them into your open palm. “I insist.”

You glanced back the way you both came. The thought of learning now while someone—or something—may find you both made you feel more anxious. “This isn’t the time for—”

“Trust me. I’ll guide you.” His expression turned serious as he cut your words.

With a sigh, you crouched in front of the lock, feeling uncertain as you inserted the pick into its mechanism. The metal was harsh and unfamiliar in your hands, and you felt your mind block as you had no idea what you had to do. Behind you, Astarion kneeled close enough for you to feel his chest against your back, then he placed his hands on your hips to steady you.

“Relax, darling. You’re trembling.” He whispered against your ear; his voice close to you was enough to send a cool shiver down your neck. “Here. Let me show you.” He settled his left hand over yours, his fingers firm but kind as they enveloped yours around the lockpick. Slowly, he guided your hand, moving the pick precisely until a soft click occurred. Your movements felt fluid thanks to him, instinctive, like he could do this while sleeping.

Meanwhile, his other hand slid from your hip to your thigh as if trying to calm your nerves, trailing his fingers with a light touch that sent a tingling along your body. He lingered just for a moment before gliding inward to the delicate spot between your thighs. The pressure was subtle at first—a teasing drag of his fingertips that shifted into measured rubs over your pussy. He made the constant friction soft, and his breath remained steady, as if he weren’t just breaking the deadly tension of the moment only by touching you.

“You’ll feel a slight resistance—there, do you feel it?” His voice was a low murmur, velvety smooth and calm, while his fingers guided yours on the lockpick, moving with ease, coaxing the mechanism to yield. All this should have been instructional—his control, his preciseness—but his intentions betrayed him.

With the other hand, he shifted a bit higher to deftly undo the button of your trousers, slipping beneath the waistband of the slackened fabric with sinful fluidity. Just to find with his fingertips the delicate heat of your core against your panties, brushing with a feathery touch while still guiding your attempts. His stimulation seemed to mock the skill he demonstrated with the lock.

Your hips leaned involuntarily into his hand as your fingers stumbled with the lockpick. “Astarion—” You managed, with a tense tone of warning and plea.

“Shh,” he quieted you. “Pay attention, darling. This is important.”

A shudder ran through you. “How am I supposed to—”

“Focus?” He finished for you, his smirk clearly perceptible as he kept his stroking on you. “I wouldn’t want to make this too easy for you, now, would I?”

Your thighs clenched around his wrist, but he only scoffed at your futile attempt to stop him with a low tongue click. Dipping his fingers effortlessly beneath the final barrier of fabric, he found your clit and began tracing lazy circles around your bud. He made every movement the perfect combination of pressure and pattern, played with terrible skill for that moment, stripping away the fragile threads of focus you tried to cling to.

The tools trembled in your hands as the mechanism refused to cooperate; each time you thought you had the pin in place, his fingers rubbed harder and faster against your delicate clit. A sharp jolt of pleasure radiated through you, making your grip falter and the aching throbs he elicited sending your concentration scattering like leaves in a blustering breeze.

You slipped more of the lockpick in the lock while his other hand rested just over yours to 'guide' you. The brush of his cool fingertips on your knuckles was a stark contrast to the heat he was building in your pussy. He got lower, circling the entrance of your wet folds and tracing your slit to your clit again with infuriating slowness with his slender fingers, never giving you the satisfying sensation of more.

“Mmm, feel that?” He hummed lowly, his voice like a sensual caress against your ear, making you hold your breath when he finally pushed his middle finger inside. The intrusion slow and gradual.

You tried once more to adjust the angle as his finger curled within you to stroke your G-spot while using his thumb to massage your clit, coaxing your pelvis to rub involuntarily against his hand until your lips allowed a weak moan you barely managed to suppress.

A soft click echoed in the quiet hallway at the same time, but it wasn’t the one you were hoping for. The lock didn’t open—yet it gave another subtle shift, a hint of close to open but just out of reach.

“Ah, there it is. Feel how it responds?” He whispered. “It’s all about finding the right angle… and knowing when to push with the right touch.”

“Astarion!” You wailed quietly, tightening your grip on the lockpick in frustration.

“Yes, my sweet?” He purred with wicked satisfaction while he kept sinking his finger inside you. He was meticulous in that tortuous slowness, as if to intensify the sensation—each push deeper than the last, never fully withdrawing, only ever teasing you with a rhythm that made it impossible to think of anything but him.

“Am I distracting you?” His whispers were like a lover's touch against your ear, just low enough to be heard. His left hand moved to orient yours with an almost cruel precision, ensuring the lockpick remained poised at the exact angle needed. The parallel was impossible to ignore—the skilful manipulation of the lock imitated the careful stimulation he exerted on your pussy too well.

The cold, damp air of the fortress did nothing to diminish the heat flooding your body as his uninvited finger penetrated deeper inside you. It wasn’t just the intrusive pressure; it was the rhythm of each gradually increasing thrust that made everything else—everything else—fade into the background. Your walls clenched around him subconsciously, desperate but bound by the task at hand. The lock was still before you, and it felt a thousand times more impossible to manipulate; its intricate mechanism was a cold contrast against the warmth he was unleashing.

“I can’t—” You whispered, trembling with frustration and the torment he inflicted.

He chuckled lowly against the sensitive curve of your ear—that characteristic smell of his so close. Then you felt his lips when he planted a soft kiss on your neck, kissing over your pulse. “Oh, but you can,” he murmured, dulcet with a dangerous edge, more of a command than a guarantee. “All you need to do is focus, sweetheart… We’ll be here all night if you don’t.”

Before you could even think of anything else, a second finger plunged inside you with distressing slowness, stretching you further than before. The suddenness of it made the grip on the lockpick falter, and in a second, the tool slipped, falling with a soft clatter against the cold stone floor—a noise that rang out too loudly in the silence, mocking your failure.

His fingers inside you curled deeply to intentionally touch against that sweet, sensitive spot that made you jerk in response, pressing your hips into his hand. Your mind screamed at you to focus, but the feeling of being filled just by so little of him—how he was ruining you so, so easily—was enough to make you want more despite the circumstances.

The quiet atmosphere of your deadly situation was impossible to ignore; every sound, every movement, was amplified in this repugnant place. Yet the danger lurking in the shadows—of goblins, of discovery—disappeared, insignificant against the relentless storm he was creating within you. The fortress could collapse around you, and yet all you could think of was the feelings of your body and the way he manipulated your senses.

Panic twisted inside you as you pressed your hand against your mouth, trying to muffle the frustrated moans that slipped past your trembling lips. But even with your palm tightly pressed, the sound still quivered through your fingers.

His left hand shot out to seize your wrist and yanked your hand from your mouth. “Not a chance, love.”

You bit down hard on your lip, forcing yourself to steady the tremors in your hands as you reached down to retrieve the lockpick from the cold stone floor.

As your fingers closed around the lockpick again, you heard his voice. “My sweet, good girl…” His praise was syrupy, sweet. “You need to be more careful, darling; you’re rushing. Be patient… and it will open up to you, just like you want.”

All he said was simply meant to provoke you and keep you on edge, and you could feel the unnoticeable giggles radiating off him, knowing exactly how to needle you. Every part of him was a temptation—his touch, his voice, his nearness—all aimed at luring you further. But you weren’t giving in. Not now. You would finish this—despite him.

His fingers dug in even deeper, inching inside you with an excruciating pace. Each thrust seemed to draw a little more from you, his knuckles rubbing against your inner walls as he fucked you, stretching your entrance. His palm ground against your clit with every thrust—a hot, torturous, constant sensation. It was all you could feel, making your resolve shudder and your pelvis act defenceless against his attack.

A quick, focused motion brought your fingers back to the lockpick, pressing down with the right amount of force. Another click—a momentary release of tension, but not enough. The mechanism was still holding firm, teasing you with its near surrender.

“That’s it,” he murmured, so softly, so mocking, almost cruel in its dulcet tone. “You’re doing so well… but you need to be more gentle, darling. Focus.”

A curse hissed through your teeth, frustration pooling as you tried to steady your hands, but they faltered again. Behind you, he was watching with that infuriating smile still playing at the corners of his lips, with no kindness in his gaze and only cold satisfaction and desire.

And then he moved.

Instead of offering aid, he thrust into you with an angrier that made your channel clench roughly around him. Pulling each inch of his fingers from you, only to push back in quickly to the level of making lewd sounds despite your clothing as he kept curling his fingers.

“Trying to hurry through this, love?” He purred against your skin. “If you rush, you’ll only make it worse.” His thumb found your clit then again to start drawing tight, fast circles that had your lips parted in a breathless whimper before you could choke it back. He only smiled as if your weakness was the most delicious thing he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing.

He withdrew with slow elegance, only to slam back into you abruptly, pushing you closer to the edge with those relentless motions. The lock you’d been desperately trying to manipulate felt more distant with each passing second; each twist of the lockpick seemed more futile now, slipping through your fingers as the growing tension between your legs coiled tighter.

But then his other hand established yours again; the contrast was jarring. He guided it with an unexpected tenderness, positioning your fingers with precision, as if you were both playing a riskier game, the stakes higher than ever.

“You’re close.” Astarion murmured, a low growl as his fingers sped up. The strokes against your clit were like fire and ice in one—a storm of sensations that jolted through your cunt. The pressure inside you was building, unbearable, a crescendo that left you teetering.

“You’re so close, my love…” His voice was a throaty hum against your ear, brushing it with his lips. The heat of his breath lingered, teasing, coaxing, before he lowered his mouth to trail tender, messy kisses down your neck. His lips were soft, but the pressure increased as he pressed a sloppy kiss just beneath your jaw, then dragged his tongue across your skin.

A flicker of desire curled in your stomach as he nipped at your pulse, the warmth of his mouth contrasting with the cold air around you. Grazing his fangs lightly over the sensitive spot just beneath your ear before he licked a languid path up from the base of your neck, tasting you with an intensity that made you feel weaker.

“You’ve done so well…” he purred. “Don’t stop now.”

Your jaw clenched, a low tremor racing through your hips as they kept rubbing against his hand. You were desperate to stay focused and finish the task at hand, but the thrusts of his fingers and the stimulation on your clit sent waves of fiery heat through your core, making you ache with need. You could feel the lockpick slipping again, sliding out of your grip, threatened by the chaos swirling in your mind. It was an impossible challenge.

His other hand curled around your trembling fingers, the pressure of his grip forcing your hand to move, to continue. Your fingers shook as you slipped more of the pick into the door lock. His fingers—those long, skilled digits—pushed deeper, faster, finding a tempo that was both hard and euphoric.

Your body reacted without your consent, being consumed by the pleasure he was drawing from you. His thumb stimulated your clit with rapid, exasperating circles over your sensitive bud, just about driving you mad with desire. Your grip trembled as Astarion’s fingers curled with each swift thrust; he didn’t even give you a moment to adjust. He didn’t allow a single breath to escape your lips without pushing you closer to a breaking point, as his pace was unforgiving and fast, never slowing down.

And then, just as the lock felt completely impossible to open, your guided hands finally twisted it into place. You barely registered the decisive click, though; you were too caught up in the chaos of sensations until the pressure inside you exploded.

Your pussy convulsed and clenched around his fingers as you lowered your head and shut your eyes, while a sharp cry escaped your lips as your orgasm tore through you, crashing every nerve. Astarion didn’t stop, didn’t relent, keeping his rhythm as he milked every last spurt of your juices with his hand, keeping you pinned against his chest. Both with his hand now on your neck and his fingers working tirelessly between your thighs to prolong your release and make it last far longer.

Once it was settling over, your body and your legs still quivered in the aftermath, and you leaned firmly against him for support. His fingers remained inside you, savouring the way your walls fluttered and vibrated weakly around them, as if you were reluctant to let go. But he finally withdrew slowly, leaving you achingly aware of just how thoroughly he’d unravelled you.

“Bravo, my sweet,” he murmured, his tone a low, smug purr as he brought his lips teasingly to your ear. “You managed to unlock it. I’ll admit… I’m rather impressed.”

“You… you’re impossible.” You whispered harshly, breathless, while you gave him back his tools.

“And you’re adorable.” He replied smoothly, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek as he guarded them in his pocket.

You shot him a look that could kill him, your fingers trembling as you fumbled with the buttons of your trousers to quickly button them. “You could have done that in half the time…”

“Oh, undoubtedly,” he said with a lazy shrug, straightening as he rose and offered you his hand. “But where’s the fun in that?”

You glared at his outstretched hand before begrudgingly taking it.

“Now,” he said as he helped you to your feet, “come along. We’ve wasted enough time.”

The faint sparkle in his eyes and the way his smirk lingered just a touch too long made you wonder if this had been his plan all along.

Your arse slammed back to collide with his hips, skin grinding together, damp with sweat and layers of his come, which had already marked you inside and out. Each brutal thrust buried him deeper; the stretch was almost unbearable, but you craved it. Every savage inch filling you right to his base was a torment you wanted to last forever. Your pussy throbbed around him, aching with need as he pounded into your cervix relentlessly, your womb aching for every hard push deeper and driving you to the edge just to pull back again.

Astarion was feral, a twisted predator claiming his prey. His nails dug mercilessly into your hips, dragging and tugging, leaving fiery, reddened marks with every drag until he felt certain you'd wear them for days. His crimson eyes glowed in the dim light, more dangerous than ever as he stared at you, thirsty, his hunger overtaking him. The scent of your arousal was intoxicating to his senses, so rich in the air that he could taste it—a dizzying mix of your lust and his own. He could smell it on your skin and feel it in the way you squirmed beneath him and how your cunt was drooling for him. It drove him wild, more insatiable than ever. He couldn’t get enough of you—he needed more; every sharp slap on your arse was a reminder of his claim, evident not just in his hands and words but in the ferociously, almost animalistic way he rutted into you.

You were shamelessly dripping, impossibly wet with a sticky mix of your juices and his, spilling and slicking down your thighs. Every time his balls slammed against your puffy clit, another obscene squelch echoed through the room. The sound was enough to make you flush and mewl, as it was another reminder of how fucked you were and how much you desired him. A deep growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned in close, his lips and breath hot against your ear. “You know you’re the only one I’ll ever have like this,” he snarled roughly, breath ragged. “This cunt exists to be fucked, marked, and claimed by me.”

The cold intensity of his voice sent your head spinning. You could barely form a sentence, your lips trembling, every nerve alight as you choked out your own needy words. “I'm yours, Astarion…” It was a desperate confession, a cried plea broken by your gasps and whimpers. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly, digging your nails into the fabric as he ravaged you, finding your neck with his mouth to trace hungry slides with his tongue.

He didn't just kiss you—he bit you. His fangs sank deep into the soft curve of your neck, a sharp, cruel bite that made you cry out and writhe beneath him while your legs opened wider for him. It was a claim, an undeniable mark of ownership, and his teeth scraped against your flesh as he fed on the moment. The sharp sting sent a wave of heat flooding through you, mixing with the pleasure he forcefully made your pussy receive and making your walls contract around him.

Each savage thrust pulled a new sound from your lips, each movement sending you higher. His weight pressed you into the bed, pinning you down, and you could feel how crudely his cock effortlessly slid in and out of your aching walls. Harder, faster, and punishing—the wet, obscene sound of it slamming into your drenched entrance echoed through the room just like your desperate cries of pain and pleasure. The heat between you was maddening: the way his hums of delight vibrated through your skin, making your body throb with need. You were his, completely. Every shudder, every desperate cry, every tremble was a tribute to him as he fucked you with the kind of ferocity that left you broken and begging for more.

The recent rain had soaked the forest in the scent of damp moss and fresh leaves, turning the earth beneath you into something alive. Here, surrounded by the quiet rustle of trees and the comforting solitude of the woods, you’d found a secluded hideaway—one far from watchful eyes.

It had been Astarion’s idea, proposed with that knowing smile of his. “Somewhere more… private.” He’d suggested with the promise glinting in his eyes. You’d barely hesitated, slipping away together into the night, knowing none of the others would question your absence. Even rogues needed a little escape now and then, didn’t they?

As he nodded toward your pyjama trousers, his voice dropped to that silken murmur you knew all too well. “Why don’t you slip those off, love?”

One of your brows raised, pretending reluctance. “A little impatient, are we?”

Astarion let out a low chuckle, his fingers already skimming along your hip as he leaned in, the presence of him so close. “Patience has never exactly been my strength,” he replied, urging you on. “Now, darling, off with them... and sit.”

You relented, peeling off your trousers and casting them aside. Leaning back against a sturdy tree, you settled yourself on the cool, damp grass, the chill against your bare skin. Astarion’s gaze roamed over you with open approval, his lips curving into a smile as he stepped forward, taking his place between your thighs.

His hands slid over your thighs, gripping firmly as he spread them open with lazy care, savouring the view before him. A satisfied smile played on his lips, and his blood-red eyes took on a predatory gleam as he took you in, his fingers tracing slow, tantalising strokes along your skin as if he had all the time in the world.

When his mouth finally found the sensitive surface of your inner thigh, his kisses were hot and messy, his lips pressing firmly against your flesh and leaving a trail of dark marks. Each kiss lasted, his mouth sealing around your skin with soft, wet sounds, his breath warm and heavy as he worked his way up, slowly relishing the effect he was having on you.

His fingers caressed your thighs as his mouth continued its tantalising course toward his hidden prize. He paused now and then to nip at your skin, tugging playfully with his teeth, each gentle bite sending a thrill through you as he drew out your eagerness with every teasing smooch.

Slowly, he pulled one thigh closer to bring it over his shoulder as he closed his eyes and pressed a sensual kiss to the soft skin just beside your knee, then higher, letting a series of intoxicating rubs of lips and tongue. The heat of his breath reached the edge of your panties, and he paused, reopening his ruby eyes to lock onto yours. A flirtatious smile tugged at his lips as he took in the sight of the damp spot in the middle where your pussy is—evidence of your desire for him.

“My, my...” He purred, tracing along the edge of your underwear with his fingers, letting them skim just enough to tease you. “It seems I’ve quite the effect on you, haven’t I, darling?” His words were laced with delight, and his hand slipped lower, his palm maddeningly caressing the damp fabric covering your sensitive area and his fingers your clit.

Then, his mouth followed suit, inching closer as he continued his unhurried exploration, pressing kisses along your inner thigh, each one more provocatively close to where you wanted him. His lips finally hovered just above the wetness at the centre of your panties, causing the warmth of his breath alone to send a pulse of need through your entire pussy.

When he leaned down to place a deliberate kiss right over the damp spot, it felt electrifying, his lips gliding up to your clit through the fabric. His gaze flicked up to meet yours; the intensity in his eyes was as sharp as always but filled with a hunger you hadn't seen before.

Then, his fingers skimmed the fabric at your hips before slipping under it to slowly and torturously move it aside to uncover his treasure, drinking in the sensual sight before him: your delicious pussy still pale from the cold and your labia majora pleasantly wet, slightly hiding your clitoris. “Look at you…” He whispered. “I wonder if you’ve imagined this already...” The pad of his thumb stroked over your slit from bottom to top lightly, exposing your clit and entrance fully to him when he parted your lips.

Astarion’s white hair spilt over his forehead as he nestled between your thighs to lower his mouth. His supple lips brushed over your clit, warmly and lazily, pressing a slow, wet kiss that made your vision blur momentarily when he sucked it just in the perfect spot with the perfect amount of pressure, then pressed another. His tongue slipped out, tracing a lazy circle all around your knot of nerves with the tip before he lapped it fully to taste the jolt he drew from your hips.

He looked up through hooded eyes with a mischievous gleam as he absorbed your reaction. “Ah, so deliciously undone already, my dear...” He purred, vibrating against your clit. His thumb stroked just above your entrance, but never quite pushing.

His tongue caressed all your pussy with practised ease as he continued with deliberate patterns that left you sighing; every twirling of his tongue, every sucking, was measured. His free hand slipped beneath your shirt to find your breast, grab it to knead your flesh, and brush your nipple with his thumb to send another layer of new pleasure through your chest.

His lips gave another sloppy kiss directly over your clit with just the right pressure to make your hips jerk before parting his lips to bite it slightly between his teeth, tugging gently before wrapping his mouth around your pussy completely. He hollowed his cheeks as he sucked for the pressure, contaminating the silence of the night with new lewd mouth sounds.

Then he pulled back to admire his work; your clit was all red, deliciously puffing up and gleaming with his saliva. A wicked smile spread on his lips before he delivered a sharp slap to it, making you gasp and throw your head back against the tree, only to lean in and spit directly onto your clit. With two fingers, he brought the wetness down to your entrance to push them inside your tight ring without a moment’s warning, his eyes fixed on your reaction as his fingers penetrated you knuckle-deep.

“Astarion!” You gasped as he let you barely a moment to catch your breath. “Warn me before you do that!”

He raised an eyebrow, widening his smirk as he pushed his fingers deeper, thrusting them more rapidly without any hint of hesitation. “And spoil the fun? I think not, darling.” He said while his fingers pumped into you harder now, causing sparks of pleasure through your entire pussy. “And I’d suggest you keep that lovely mouth of yours quiet.” He added with a teasing lilt, “Unless, of course, you want the others back at camp to think I’m killing you out here.”

As he kept the rhythm of his fingers, he lowered his mouth again to take care of your delicate pussy with it, lavishing attention on your puffy clit. He alternated between teasing flicks of his tongue side to side and hard suckers, making your cunt quiver and your walls tighten with your wetness coating him. The combined sensations of his fingers pumping in and out while his mouth was doing a wonderful oral ministration sent you spiralling towards ecstasy faster than you expected.

“You’re absolutely delectable, my love…” He praised, the sound of his voice mingling with the slick noises of his fingers fucking your gripping, soaked entrance. His fingers curled up inside you, brushing against that delicate spot that made your pelvis jerk, your thighs almost close around his head, and drown out all coherent thoughts that could still be in your mind as your eyes rolled back.

You were simply lost in the feelings, your whole body responding to him subconsciously as your hips moved in sync with his thrusts, urging him to fuck you deeper and deeper. “Astarion…” Your lips whimpered, trembling, feeling the tension build inside your lower belly. He only increased his pace, his fingers pushing faster, his mouth sucking and tugging at your sensitive clit with eager intensity.

His lips closed around your little bud to suck it completely one last time before pulling away just enough to speak. “Just a little more, darling.” He whispered against you. “Are you going to squirt for me, aren't you?”

His question made you realise that you had never squirted before, yet the sensations he was drawing from you woke up feelings in your body that were utterly foreign. You nodded shyly, uncertainty flickering in your eyes as you bit your lower lip, unsure if you could truly reach that goal. But your tightness around his fingers only intensified with each thrust, a constant pulse in your belly urging you towards release.

He grinned wickedly, his fingers relentless as he pumped in and out of you with a pace that felt like pure magic. “Let go, my love... Just for me...” His words were sultry while coaxing you. He could sense the sudden change in your walls, how they vibrated and pulsed around him, the way they clenched, and the way your respiration hitched in your throat.

With each thrust of his fingers, you felt the pressure coil tighter and tighter. “Astarion, I’m—” You gasped, feeling an unfamiliar rush of heat pooling in your pussy, an overwhelming sensation that threatened to consume you to a breaking level. He caressed your inner thigh with his cheek, letting his lips brush to press a kiss against your soft flesh as he whispered, “Hush... Let it happen, my beautiful...”

The surrounding forest faded away as the tension peaked, his words resonating within you. Your breath quickened and hitched, making uncontrolled moans escape your lips as your heart raced. With each of his relentless thrusts against your spot, the barrier broke, and the pleasure erupted through your cunt like a massive tsunami, crashing over your senses in a surge of bliss and ecstasy.

You did it. You squirted. Your body trembled violently as your hips spasmed, waves of pleasure flooding every inch of your being. A torrent of fiery liquid poured from within your insides, wetting his hand and splattering against his lips and chin. “Astarion!” You cried out in a shaky voice, whelmed by the intensity of the climax he gifted you. Your body writhed, thighs quaking on either side of his head as he continued to overstimulate your now very sensitive cunt, coaxing every last spurt of your ecstasy from your quivering core.

Astarion, ever the attentive lover, savoured every drop, his lips glistening as you drenched him in your sweetness. “Such a good girl…” He praised in a murmur, licking his lips clean before pulling back slightly to admire you; you were a testament to the exquisite ecstasy he could provide so easily. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk while appreciating your flushed cheeks and your trembling, sweet body as if he were a connoisseur appreciating a fine vintage.

Before you knew it, the wave of pleasure had ebbed just to leave a torrent of embarrassment in its wake. Your cheeks burned as you became fully aware of the state you were in—utterly exposed and vulnerable after cumming all over his mouth. Instinctively, you tried to cover yourself with your hands and the hem of your shirt, trying to hide your swollen, glistening centre from his view.

Astarion caught your hands with a gentle but firm grip, stopping you mid-motion. He looked up at you with a mixture of affection and amusement. “Now, now, darling.” He purred lowly to soothe you. “Don’t hide from me. Not after a display as exquisite as that.”

Before you could protest, he lowered himself once more to press a loving kiss just above your still-sensitive clit. His lips were incredibly soft, and the warmth of his breath sent a final heat through you, igniting embers of pleasure that still smouldered beneath the surface of your skin.

Then, satisfied, he sighed and pulled back to rise gracefully from the grass with a playful smirk. “A memory to treasure.” He remarked, adjusting the collar of his shirt with casual elegance. “You really are a vision, love.”

Still somewhat embarrassed but determined, you get on your knees, catching him by his trousers. With a smirk, you give him a flirtatious look. “Not so fast... You don’t think I’m just letting you walk away after that, do you?” You said while your fingers made their way to his waistband. “I think it’s only fair I return the favour.”

He raised a brow, intrigued, his smirk widening as he glanced down at your hands. “Oh? So bold all of a sudden.” He remarked low and velvet-smooth; still, he made no move to stop you. Actually, he seemed perfectly willing to let you do whatever you desired.

As your fingers delicately slipped down his trousers, he let out a pleased hum, tilting your chin up with his hand to let your gaze meet his. “You really are full of surprises, aren’t you, darling?” He murmured, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb in a tender gesture. “I was beginning to think I’d utterly drained you.”

With a smirk, you pressed a kiss to his thumb, never breaking eye contact. “You’ll find I’m quite resilient...” You replied with playful defiance. Slowly, you let your lips trail down his thumb to his palm.

He chuckled, clearly delighted by your eagerness. “Then by all means.” He purred, his fingers threading into your hair as he gazed down at you with an intensity that made your heart race. “Be my guest...”

It's been weeks, perhaps months, since you helped him put an end to his master, Cazador, and even now, Astarion wasn’t sure how to feel or what to do.

The sensation of finally experiencing what freedom truly meant hit him like nothing else ever had in his entire existence. It overwhelmed him, leaving him feeling adrift and uncertain. Even declaring himself was a struggle; the words hung on his tongue, clinging in his throat each time he tried to speak them aloud.

Declaring himself 'unchained' sounded jarring to his ears, but, fortunately, there you were to help him adjust to these unfamiliar emotions that weighed on his shoulders. With everything that freedom entailed. Everything.

He hadn’t told you about this... personal problem of his. Truthfully, he couldn’t bring himself to, ashamed of what you might think or say of him if you found out.

Astarion knew it was foolish to feel so ashamed, especially considering the kind of person you were and how much better you treated him than the nightmares of his past—the loneliness that surrounded him since he'd begrudgingly accepted the curse of immortality. But, gods, just thinking about it made his throat tighten painfully, and his hands trembled with cold sweat.

He'd tried his hardest to confess it to you on those occasions you were in private, when there was no one else around to overhear, but every time, he backed down. And after so many failed attempts, he abandoned considering it, only to curse himself for not telling you.

Now, feeling this unbearable urge, he was determined not to say a word. Nothing in hell would make him... except his very self.

His lips whimpered your name pathetically through gasps muffled against the fabric of your panties, with his eyelids squeezed shut. His other hand massaged the head of his cock forcefully enough to hurt, in a desperate attempt to mimic the sensation of your warm walls wrapped around him, only to fail miserably.

The cursed heat awakened in him just a few years after his transformation into a vampire—a cruel reminder of his damned nature that he loathed with every fibre of his body for the torment it brought. And yet, he could neither suppress nor resist it. For decades, he'd endured it in solitude, forcing himself to quell the urges with no one to soothe his cravings in those desperate, agonising moments when he needed relief the most.

The self-pity of it swelled his skin, feeling himself become so fucking 'sweetly necessitous' and so lovesick for anyone who crossed his path in those times when he was still bringing prey to his master. But now he had you. And gods, you were going to be a problem.

Even though the scent wasn’t overpowering, he could detect the faintest trace of your arousal lingering on your panties after you changed them. The ones he crushed firmly against his nose now were just changed, and that alone was enough to drive him insane. You smelled so, so irresistibly good...

Fleeting memories of the first time he bit you flashed through his mind in desperation to reach his orgasm. He’d never told you, but that moment was one of the best he’d ever experienced in his entire life. It didn’t just make him happy—it was an experience so intensely arousing and pleasurable that it left him utterly ruined for the rest of time. The sweetness of your blood was like the finest, richest port wine he'd ever tasted—heady and impossible to forget.

And he hadn't confessed to you about this for the same reason he hadn't told you about his heat. But countless times when you’d offered your neck to him, inviting him to bite you while you slept, he couldn’t push away the primal impulses that consumed him. The urges to touch you, to fuck you and lose himself in you while sinking his fangs into your flesh—he wanted it all with you. Yet somehow, he always restrained himself, pushing down the forbidden fantasies that came with it.

He was quite clear just how thoroughly you’d broken his self-reliance. This inefficiency blazed brighter than ever each time he found himself dependent on you, and you weren’t there for him, just like now. Craving you in a way he hadn’t needed anyone in lifetimes.

The sheer sensation of having your naked body pressed up against his while he buried himself balls deep inside you. The feeling of the perfect, welcoming warmth from that exquisite pussy of yours, gripping him as if he were the most vital thing in your life... He’d give anything to feel you like that right now, having you to ease his agonising heat until his pain and loneliness were fully sated. But these thoughts only sent his urgency rising higher than ever.

The side of your shared bed still held your delicious scent. Pressing your panties to his sharp nose reminded him of how tightly your walls would clench around him every time he thrust in and out of your perfect cunt as he fucked it exactly how he knew to so well. An intense desperation took hold of him, slamming his clenched fist into his quivering base to fuck his hand with a ferocity that echoed how he would fuck you again if you were here. By now, thick beads of his precum trickled from his swollen tip, sliding down his slender fingers.

His white curls clung to his sweat-dampened forehead and nape, his teeth gritting in nothing but frustration at his inability to reach that elusive release. Each time he came close, the peak seemed to slip away, taunting him from just out of reach. But he couldn’t fully blame himself, because deep down, he knew he didn’t want to cum like this.

It wasn’t just the release he craved; it was you. Without you here, everything felt hollow—his touch was nothing more than a poor substitute for the real thing. Wanting to come inside you while hearing your exhausted moans, knowing he'd made you come for him again and again. Longing to hear you tell him how much you loved him as his warm seed filled you, seeping out around the edges of his cock as he kept himself buried deep inside you, even after his release. Yearning to watch you bask in the afterglow of your climax, knowing that in that perfect moment, you were utterly his, both bound in bliss.

The fantasy gripped him, vivid and fierce—an impossible hope to leave something enduring inside you, to fill you until he could almost envision creating life with you, even though he knew his cursed existence would never allow such a thing. Yet, the mere thought of it, as unreachable as it was, only fuelled his hunger for you further, as if every part of him was yours, even in ways fate had denied him.

A deep flush spread from his cheeks to the very tips of his sensitive ears as he realised just how charmed he was by you and how his mind overflowed with visions of you and only you. He could see it all so vividly: your gorgeous, tempting pussy, the soft contours of your breasts that fit his hands as if they were made just for him. Your lips swollen from his endless kisses, and your eyes glazed, pupils blown wide with pleasure.

Every detail of you was etched into his mind—an addicting vision he couldn't escape. You were the star of every lustful scene that played out in his imagination, the embodiment of his most desperate fantasies.

He tried once more to focus, though his body trembled atop the sheets with sheer need. He closed his eyes and fantasised about your pussy all reddened and swollen for him, glistening in your rich juices and so deliciously wet that you’d be dampening the sheets beneath you.

Astarion could almost feel the anxious pulse of your clit, just begging for his mouth and tongue. The thought of his lips grazing that sensitive bundle, tormenting it to the point of agony, filled his mind, and he could hardly help but drool. He could practically taste you, the luscious, toxicant sweetness of your arousal filling him as he’d lavish every inch of your cunt with his mouth, sucking and licking with ravenous need until you were drenched.

He let out a low, frustrated growl, swirling his fist just around his incarnate tip in a futile attempt to force his climax. But his mind betrayed him, flooding with vivid images of your sweaty body and the insatiable pussy he yearned so badly. However, he was pretty clear: nothing could replace you. Not his hand, not the fantasies that had become a poor substitute; nothing could come close to the reality he wanted.

In his mind, he saw you beneath him, legs spread-eagled, your lips calling his name in whispered moans that grew louder with each thrust. He could nearly feel your breath against his ear, filling him with the sweet sound of your whimpers, each one more desperate than the last. His hand felt pitifully inadequate compared to being buried deep inside you, his body pressed down against yours as he consumed every last piece of you.

In the quiet shadows of your bedroom, he trembled with the wrenching pain, torn between hunger and exasperation. His voice whispered out, barely audible, “My love… I need you.”

Astarion’s breathing came in ragged gasps as he chased a release that refused to reach him. Tightening his hand to increase his movement speed, he became almost frantic, as though sheer desperation could fill the emptiness of not having you. His head tipped back, eyes squeezing shut as he let out a strangled moan against your panties, your lovely name slipping from his lips like a mantra.

He was completely lost, so absorbed that he didn't even hear the soft creak of the door or the faint shuffle of your footsteps.

You’d woken in the night, drowsily reaching for him only to find the other side of the bed empty, letting your hand land on cool sheets instead of his skin. Concerned and bleary-eyed, you went looking for him, thinking that perhaps a nightmare had drawn him away.

But nothing could have prepared you for the sight before you.

In the dim light spilling from the cracked curtains of a window, his silhouette trembled, his hips bucking desperately into his hand as if he couldn’t stand another second of the ache inside him. His cheeks were flushed with a feverish red, and his lips parted to release soft, breathless whimpers. His grip on himself was almost punishing, fingers digging into his flesh as he stroked with an almost frenzied pace, trying to force himself to the relief he sought but clearly struggling.

You inched closer, entranced by the sight of his body arching and tensing, brow knit in frustration as he let out quiet, ragged curses under his breath. His voice, thick with desperation, cracked as he whispered your name as if the mere thought of you was both a balm and a torment. He was so lost, so utterly engrossed in his aching need, that he didn’t notice your presence.

Unable to resist, you let out a quiet voice calling his name while opening the door, just loud enough to break through his veil.

He snapped open his eyes; his red irises gleamed in the darkness as he finally became aware he wasn’t alone. Astarion froze, lips parting in shock as his gaze met yours, the flush in his cheeks deepening as he felt instantly embarrassed with your underwear under his nose. The rich fabric of his Victorian shirt clung to his chest, slightly askew from his restless movements.

“I was… I wasn’t expecting you…” He managed to speak with a low, rough voice, as if pulled straight from the depths of his body. He relaxed slightly in an attempt to regain his composure, though his cock gave a subtle, instinctual thump against his stomach as he failed to suppress his arousal. Then he swallowed hard, the exposed skin at his throat glistening in the dim light from his sweat, his expression a blur of yearning and bashfulness.

You took another step closer to your old bed. The intensity of his state made your breath quicken as you took in every detail of his parted lips, the flush trailing to his ears, the slight tremor in his fingers as he tried to maintain them steady…

“Couldn’t sleep, Astarion?” You asked with both curiosity and… somewhat understanding.

Astarion let out a sigh while a soft smile tugged at his lips. “It seems I have… trouble finding satisfaction without you, my dear.” He lowered the fabric of your underwear from his face to leave it on the nightstand, his eyes never leaving yours, although his vulnerable yet unabashedly captivated emotions.

“Come here…” He reached out, inviting you. His eyes gleamed with want, and, at that moment, he felt himself wholly yours to possess and do whatever you wanted, but you didn't know just yet.

His delicate fabric slightly loosened at the collar and sleeves, a bit untied, his hair tousled… This image of him awakened something inside you, drawing you deeper into his charming and cuddly spell.

You reached for his hand, marvelling at how adorable he looked at this moment. With a serene smile, you settled beside him on the bed, the mattress dipping under your weight as you sat close enough to feel his body almost touching yours.

Astarion let out a long, shaky breath, his body finally relaxing as he leaned into you, his forehead coming to rest on your shoulder. He was warm, and you could feel the faint tremor in his body as if something had unravelled his entire being. 

Then he let out a low, breathless giggle; the sound tinged with relief and a hint of humour. “You’re toying with me…” He murmured softly against your skin before placing a kiss on it with a touch of playful reproach. “Leaving me here all night… suffering by myself.” His words were light, but you could feel the weight behind them, the hollowness he rarely showed.

As his head rested heavily against your shoulder, Astarion’s fingers tangled in your hair, gently gripping it as if securing himself to you. His touch was both eager and tender as he instinctively snuggled closer to encircle your waist, seeking solace in your embrace. It was a stark contrast to that usually composed and confident vampire you knew, making him appear almost childlike as if he were looking for comfort after a nightmare.

You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer against you. The way he nestled into you made your soul melt in affection, but a flicker of concern crept into your mind as you wondered what had haunted him in the quiet solitude of the night. His sigh was soft, barely audible, and his grip on your hair tightened as if he feared losing you.

“What’s wrong, Astarion?” You asked softly while caressing his arm gently. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

He furrowed his brow slightly, the weakness in his demeanour becoming more pronounced. “I suppose… I thought I could manage. But it seems I could not.”

Before continuing, he took a deep breath to steel himself. “There’s something I haven’t told you… something I’ve been trying to suppress.” As he spoke, his eyes peered at your face, a mixture of uncertainty and yearning reflected in their blackness. The playful humour that often danced in his gaze was gone, replaced by a rawness that tugged at your heartstrings.

You searched his eyes to urge him to continue while your thoughts were already wondering what it could be. “What is it?”

Astarion swallowed hard, his brow furrowing as he wrestled with his emotions. “I… I’m in my heat…” He finally confessed. “After everything that happened with Cazador, I thought I could control it and push it away. But it’s relentless. This… need; it’s too much, and I’ve been fighting it alone for so long.”

You instinctively pulled him closer, the warmth of your body against his providing a gentle anchor in the storm of his turmoil. Feeling a surge of empathy, you cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing softly over his cheek, hoping to erase any sense of his silly shame. “Astarion… You are not alone any more. I’m here… with you.”

He leaned into your touch, a faint shudder passing through him as he let out a soft sigh, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly for your words. “I didn’t want to burden you with this, darling…”

“You could never be a burden to me, silly.”

A liberating glint passed through his eyes before they narrowed slightly, his expression gentling as he leaned his cheek into the warmth of your hand. “So tell me, my darling… what are you going to do with me now?” He asked sweetly, smiling with some curiosity, as though he were either coaxing you forward… or daring you to finish what he’d started.

You held his gaze for a few seconds longer before letting your eyes drop to his hard, aching length.

You slowly pull out of his embrace to rise from the bed, then with unhurried motions, you slip your fingers beneath the waistband of your pyjama trousers and your panties, sliding them down your legs. The fabric fell to the floor, quickly joined by your bra, leaving you bare before him. The chilly winter air grazed your skin, causing a shiver to dance along your back and harden your nipples instantly.

“I’m going to take care of you…” You saw how his eyes roamed over every inch of you with his usual intense, hungry gaze, caressing your body as though it were a precious treasure he could finally hold.

Astarion’s gaze returned to yours with a warm, wide smile, brimming with adoration and desire. “You’re…breathtaking…” He murmured, almost as though speaking the words out loud might shatter the moment.

Your heart swelled at the sight of him, so open, so vulnerable, and so utterly yours. You settled back onto the bed beside him, leaning close as you placed a soft, reassuring kiss against his cheek. Letting your hand drift from his thigh to his lap to wrap your fingers around his cock, feeling the hardness of it, respond immediately to your gentle touch by throbbing excitedly. You began to slowly stroke him, keeping a slow yet steady rhythm.

He moaned softly, his head fell back, and his eyes closed while a subtle shudder ran through him. His fingers instinctively clung to your arm; the look of pure need etched from his face only spurred you on. Your strokes grow firmer as each pass of your hand drew a new, delicious sound from his delicate lips. During that, you leaned closer to let your warm breath graze his neck before you started to spread soft kisses along it.

His usual composure had crumbled, giving way to a raw, unrestrained need—a desperation born of decades of unsatisfied feelings and the maddening ache of his heat. He tried so hard to find satisfaction, but nothing had ever been enough since he met you. Only you could soothe this torment and bring him the relief he required.

You pulled back slightly from his neck, meeting his eyes as you paused your attentions to gently nudge him onto the bed. He didn’t resist at all, allowing you to do whatever you wanted with him and looking at you with sparkling impatience across his darkened pupils.

You ran your hands along his thighs one more time, fingertips tracing over every taut line and curve, savouring the feel of his skin. As you settled on the mattress to straddle his hips, you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his stomach, your lips grazing over the fabric stretched over his torso. Your hands travelled up, resting on his chest, where you could feel his muscles tense beneath his clothing. With a teasing smile, you left a gentle trail of kisses along his uncovered chest, up to his collarbone, and finally brushing your lips along his jaw.

His hands locked to your thighs, his breaths warm as he relaxed in your presence. He allowed himself to be vulnerable before you, and it was unlike anything you had seen in him before. He looked as though he might beg at any moment, desperate and undone. His fingers trembled slightly as he held you tighter, sliding his hands up to grip your hips.

“Is this what you want?” You asked, although you already knew the answer well, just to savour this moment, having him so needy for you.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his answer slipping out almost without thought. “Yes.” His voice was harsh, barely holding together as he looked up at you in admiration like he could hardly believe he was so close to the release that he’d been yearning for.

Astarion moved his hands from your hips to your waist, guiding you down as he suppressed a desperate groan, his head tipping back into your pillow, still infused with your intoxicating scent. “My darling…” He purred, calling out to you. “I need you, please…” The words spilt from him with urgency, though his seductive edge persevered. His hands gripped your hips again, uncertain where to grab, only knowing he wanted every part of you. “Pretty please…”

The transformation in him was almost endearing, watching his pride melt in the face of his heat. You couldn’t help but smile, your cheeks warming as he let slip those velvety, magical words.

Reaching down, you let your fingers brush over the base of his cock, feeling the rigid heat of his arousal. You spit into your palm and took his hardened cock to slick him out, stroking him slowly up and down. You weren’t entirely wet yet, and you wanted this moment to be as perfect as possible for him.

At the same time, your other hand slipped lower, cradling his sac and massaging softly in rhythm with each stroke. His sighs came faster, a soft groan escaping him as your fingers trailed along his sensitive skin.

You moved your focus to his swollen, pulsing glans now, slick with precum that had trickled down his length. You continued stroking with both hands now, smoothing the warm fluid mixed with your saliva to make sure he was well lubricated. Finally, positioning yourself, you let the head of his cock rub your clit and your entrance.

Although you were keenly aware of his need and, in a way, his impatience to bury himself inside you, you couldn’t deny that you wanted to draw out this special moment as long as possible.

Finally, you let the head of his cock kiss your entrance, beginning to lower your hips as you felt the delicious stretch of your slit as it let him through and of your interior accommodating him. You felt yourself tighten instinctively around his thick length, your walls gripping him as he slid deeper within.

You closed your eyes, savouring the sensation until you heard him release a strangled moan, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips as if holding you could somehow ease his ache. Reopening your eyes, you saw his flushed cheeks and closed eyelids, and you felt captured by his vulnerability. Your heart pounded against your chest at seeing him so… exposed to you.

Once he was fully seated within you until his tip was pushing against your cervix, you began to rise and fall slowly. Rolling your hips slightly forward and back, you felt the rigidity in his cock and every vein deliciously caressing your walls. His grip tightened as he released sweet, breathy sighs with each massage you gave his cock with your cavity, his eyes fixed on you, utterly enraptured as he felt himself dissolve beneath you.

“Just you…” His voice trembled with a tone you haven't heard from him. “I’ve needed this… needed you… for so long. I tried to resist… gods, I tried… but nothing, nothing else could…” His words trailed off in an involuntary moan as his pelvis lifted instinctively to feel every inch of your insides squeeze his painfully swollen cock.

A satisfied moan escaped your lips as you watched him giving in to pleasure, his expression lost in bliss. Spurred by his urge, you began to move with more eagerness, riding him harder and faster, your pelvis colliding with his in a wild rhythm. Every thrust sent jolts of pleasure through you both as your hips moved in perfect sync.

Bracing your hands on his chest, you leaned down to capture his lips, and he responded with a yearning whimper, returning the kiss with impatience. “I’ve never seen you like this, Astarion.” You murmured against his lips, admiring the flush across his cheeks. “It’s… adorable.”

He let out a soft, breathless laugh, though his voice was thick with longing. “I’m yours, my love…” He confessed in a low tone, holding your gaze with an unusual intensity, his eyes shining. “With you… I can’t help but lose myself…”

His hands slid up to grip your waist, attempting to guide at least your intensity and reclaim a hint of control, but you took his hands in yours. Sliding them over your torso to your breasts, letting him grab them and feel the softness of them. "Love, let me…” He raised his hips once more to penetrate you deeper. His need to bury himself inside you almost agonisingly, each motion making his tip hit your sensitive G-spot and coax gasps from your lips as he struck it with raw precision, just as your cervix.

You threw your head back, a strangled whimper escaping as the blend of pleasure and faint pain sent shocks through your womb.

“Astarion…” You called after recovering your breath just enough to let your lips brush his ear. One hand tangled into his silky hair while the other traced his chest, your fingers skimming over the fabric of his shirt. “Let me… I want to make you feel good, my love…" You whispered, letting your breath ghost over the sensitive skin of his neck, feeling him shiver beneath you because of how responsive he was to your closeness.

Astarion’s throat caught at the sensation of your warm lips on his neck from your sudden smooch, his fingers tightening around your breasts. A sly smile played on his lips, though his usual sharp wit softened because of his heat.

“Oh, my darling…” He rasped with his tone both a plea and a command as his fingers slid down to your hips, anchoring you closer. “You already do make me feel good… so exquisitely good.” His lips found the spot behind your ear to press a kiss against it. Descending to the curve of your jaw, and then lower, tracing a path full of delicate, heated kisses down to your neck.

Then he pulled you, rolling you onto the mattress in a sudden but gentle motion. His body hovered over yours as he took a moment to drink in the sight of you beneath him. “But I think it’s time I return the favour.” His voice dipped into a low growl, his thumb smoothing against your cheek as he cradled it. “Let’s see just how well I can repay you, love…” He whispered before diving to your lips with a ferocity that left no doubt of his intentions.

Every single touch and lingering kiss was a deliberate act of his devotion, focusing entirely on bringing you to the same heights of pleasure he so desperately craved.

Your lips crashed against his with a passion that mirrored his, a burning hunger in every kiss. You tangled your fingers into his silken, white hair to hold him close, refusing to let an inch of space between you. Your other hand gripped the fabric of his shirt in his waist, tugging it firmly, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin against yours.

Before drawing you into his embrace, he positioned his cock at your entrance to enter back inside you, joining his hips firmly against yours with a delicious thrust that made your clit kiss his bare pelvis. A guttural groan escaped his mouth as he responded eagerly to your touch, his hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you close. Each of his movements quickened, his hips surging forward with growing intensity, each thrust driving you both toward a shared frenzy. Impulsively, he broke the kiss to trail his lips along your neck, leaving a searing path of devouring kisses and grazing your skin with his fangs, sending a subtle shiver through you.

“Gods, you're… intoxicating.” He whimpered roughly between kisses. His hands slid to your hips, gripping you rigidly to guide your body in time with his as he fucked you. His lips stayed on your neck, savouring every moan you gave him, lost in the sensation of your bodies moving together with an urgency that none of you could contain.

Astarion’s hand grabbed firmly at your nape, his fingers threading through your hair as he held your head in place against his shoulder. Positioned snugly between your legs, his thighs lifted yours, angling you so that every inch of his cock entered your pussy, leaving no space unfilled.

He bobbed his hips forward with a ferocious, exhausting pace that drove him impossibly deeper into your cunt, his mouth returning in trailing hot kisses all over your skin. His grip on your nape tightened with each surge of his pelvis against yours, anchoring himself in the intensity of it, feeling how your walls massaged and vibrated around his cock. His other hand gripped your waist, drawing you closer to him as if he wanted to merge your bodies completely.

The rhythm had become urgent and desperate, his mouth leaving feverish kisses along your neck and shoulder as his pace grew erratic, driven by the overwhelming, raw desire consuming him. His hand tightened around your waist, pulling you more tightly as his thrusts grew harsher.

The fire in your body was exactly like his, a blazing need that surged with every stroke. Your hand slipped down to your swollen clit, fingers stroking it in synchrony with his pleasurable thrusts. Your actions only seemed to drive him further; a primal growl escaped his lips as his hips snapped forward with a force that stole your respiration.

“Look at you… so eager for more…” Astarion purred, his tone rasping and dripping with lust. His crimson eyes roamed down your body, pausing at the place where your fingers moved against yourself. He observed entranced how your fingers stroked your entire clitoris, slick and needy while meeting each of his thrusts. The sight seemed to inflame him, his pupils dilating as he devoured the scene before him. A wicked grin curled on his lips. “You’re utterly delicious… I can hardly resist the urge to devour you whole.”

His voice was thick with desire, and how his crimson eyes darkened further made your heart race. You could see the pure hunger burning within him, igniting an answering fire deep in your lower belly. As you continued to stimulate your clit, the tension grew unbearable, stretched so taut that one more push, one more touch, was all it would take to send you both over the edge.

He dipped his head, his breath hot against your skin. “I need to hear every delicious sound you make, every gasp and moan.” He murmured, the rasp in his voice thickening with each thrust.

As if in response, you moaned louder, the heat pooling between your legs intensifying as you clung to him. The urgency in his movements grew, his thrusts becoming a frantic tempo, pounding into you with a force that sent waves of ecstasy crashing inside your entire pussy. You could feel him nearing his peak, the way his cock hardened impossibly harder inside you, leaving copious amounts of precum between your walls. The quickening pace of his breath and the tightening grip on your hips only made it more evident.

“Please…” You pleaded in a whisper, not fully sure of what you were pleading.

Astarion surged forward, claiming you with a fervour that stole the breath from your lungs. Every thrust felt overwhelming, as though he were trying to mark you as his own, to leave a lasting imprint on your body and soul. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, a primal dance that sent shockwaves through you both, pushing you closer to the precipice of bliss.

“My love…” He purred, his voice a seductive growl that resonated deep within your pussy. “I want to feel you cum around me…”

As the words sunk in, you felt your walls tighten further around his cock. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and the delicious pressure built higher and higher, threatening to spill over.

“Together…” You gasped, feeling the edge draw nearer. “I—” His lips crashed against yours in a fierce kiss, drowning out your words as his tongue rapidly tangled with yours. The world around you faded, leaving only the two of you entwined in this frenzied embrace. And then, as if replying to your unspoken plea, the dam broke.

Your climax hit you like a storm, pulsing through your core and leaving you spent as your arms tightened around him and your hips moved to fuck his cock as well. Astarion let out a shuddering moan that broke the kiss, his grip almost bruising you as he reached his own release, his body trembling and spasming as yours with the intensity of it. You felt his warm cum exploding inside you, each release sending a delicious sensation up your womb and cervix, prolonging the endless pleasure crashing through you. His hands held you against him as you both rode out ecstasy, lost in the shared, heady sensation of being completely intertwined as he kept buried inside you.

You clung to him, surrendering to the exquisite moment, feeling utterly consumed by the heat and the connection that bound you together. The aftermath left you gasping for air with your heart racing, both of you lost in the afterglow of passion.

As the lingering waves of your climax subsided after a while in each other's arms, you gazed at Astarion, a playful smile tugging at your lips. His tousled hair fell charmingly over his forehead, and a layer of sweat glistened on his skin, making him look beautiful and irresistibly enchanting.

“You know…” You started softly with a glimmer in your eyes, “You look absolutely adorable like this, all consumed by your heat.” Your heart fluttered as you watched his brows knit together in playful disbelief.

“Adorable?” One of his eyebrows went up. “I assure you, my dear, that’s the last thing on my mind right now.”

“Oh, come on!” You replied, laughter bubbling up like the sweetest melody for his ears. “Just look at you! You’ve never looked more charming—practically irresistible!”

He warmly chuckled, a rich sound that filled the air with joy. “My dear, I was merely indulging in what is quite natural for me. Thank you.”

You feigned a dramatic gasp, placing a hand over your heart in mock shock. “Darling! Just admit it! What an honour it is to see you in such a cute light! Who knew a fierce vampire could also be a cuddly little beast?”

Astarion rolled his eyes, but the smile that tugged at his lips was an undeniable admission of his enjoyment. “Cuddly? Now you’re pushing it, sweetie.”

“Maybe.” You said, leaning closer to him as your eyes sparkled while you batted your eyelashes playfully. “But honestly, there was something so sweet about you right now. You were so lost in the moment, like watching a passionate artist at work.”

He leaned back slightly, crossing his arms with an exaggerated huff, his attempt to maintain composure failing delightfully. “I suppose I must allow you this little delusion, but do not mistake my passion for cuteness.”

“Whatever you say, my fierce little vampire.” You joked, inching even closer. “But I stand by my word. You’re absolutely adorable.”

With a soft, fluttering laugh, you reached up to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. The moment felt electric, charged with love and affection. Astarion’s lips curled against yours before reciprocating your kiss, and for a fleeting second, the heat of passion intertwined with the sweetness of the moment, turning the surrounding air into something truly magical.

As you pulled back, you found him looking at you, a soft smile gracing his features that melted your heart. “You’re insufferable, you know that?” He murmured in a playful voice mixed with exasperation and fondness.

“Only for you.” You replied, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. “And I think you love it. A reason more to the list for being with me!”

“Don’t say it too loud.” He replied, the playful glint in his eyes betraying his bravado.

You laughed, his presence enveloping you as you revelled in the playful banter, your hearts intertwining in the sweetest ways. At that moment, every worry faded, leaving only the bliss of shared affection, laughter, and the delightful intimacy of you two.