and so was I

She returns to the bench quickly, pretending to relax, when she sees it's Rook. She would not be able to hide her anxiety in front of him.

He smiles warmly, the sharp angles of his face softening. "Good. You're relaxing. Emmrich and Neve sent me to check." Rook says, his deep voice feeling like a warm blanket.

"Relaxing is hard, Rook." Bellara says, her brows knitting together.

"Do you need help?" Rook asks, always there to help, always willing to do the right thing.

"Uh, sure, yeah. Why not! You can probably relax easily, so I'll take tips from a pro!" Bellara starts to ramble, wringing her hands as he sits beside her.

"I wouldn't go that far for my relaxation, but I can think of some things we--I mean--you can try." Rook clears his throat, looking away from his crush. The other mages sent him in here, but he didn't know what he would say to her. "Breathing exercises going okay? Good! Good luck!" That would have been a simple thing to do, but Bellara is not a simple woman. Sometimes, he wants to peer into her head and see how her brain works. He can listen to her talk all day and already has when she and Emmrich get into Fade discussions.

"What do you do to relax?" She asks, her big brown eyes pouring into him.

He wishes she wouldn't look at him that way, the gaze making him hot all over. He feels juvenile. If he lives through this, he will be 34 soon. He shouldn't feel twenty years younger, his heart thumping hard in his chest as he shrugs. "Make sure I'm breathing. During my Crow training, we learned that we must ensure our brain still receives oxygen. When we're in action, going in for the kill, our thoughts, our bodies, they need to be one. So taking a deep breath or two helps center myself."

Bellara leans forward as she listens, nodding along. Her chest is mere inches from his arm, and he makes himself look forward at her room, with the papers all over the walls. "Ah, Emmrich said something similar with breathing. I think it works, but I start getting excited about how it's working, and then I want to use the energy for something, but then I get anxious about things not working, or wasting time, or the Gods, and then I can't relax all over again." Her forehead wrinkles as she explains, and Rook hums and thinks.

He can't tell her the other way he relaxes. He couldn't imagine Bellara with her legs spread, hair down, and fingers working as she thought of something that turned her on. He hopes it will be him in her thoughts, but he smiles instead.

"Did you ask the others? I bet Neve goes for a walk. Davrin probably plays with Assan. Lucanis probably makes a cup of coffee, and Harding and Taash probably train. Do any of those work?" She nibbles her bottom lip, and she shrugs.

"Am I a lost cause, Rook?" She asks, and it breaks his heart.

His voice softens as he turns to face her, taking her hands. "No! Not at all, Bel. You have to find what works for you. Do you want to go for a walk?" He asks, wondering if the temperature has risen or if it's him.

She sighs, "Maybe later. I want to get the breathing parts at least down." Bellara says, a sadness in her eyes.

He shakes his head. "You're doing just fine," He says, squeezing her hands gently. "I can think of something else, but you would have to trust me."

She smiles, moving closer. "Well, of course I trust you, Rook." She says, and he takes a deep breath.

"Sometimes, when I need to relax and have a bunch of pent-up energy, I masturbate."

Her eyes widen, and she looks away. "Oh! Uh! That's!"

"I'm sorry if that was too much. Ah, just something to do." Rook says, letting go of her hands.

She sighs, frowning. "I haven't had the time or the urge to do that."

"Well, uh." He searches for the right words, the conversation making his cock tingle between his thighs. "I can help you if you want?" He offers, hoping he isn't overstepping.

Her brown eyes almost pop out, and she laughs, looking away. "Oh, I... Is that okay?" She asks, raising her eyebrows.

"I'd think it would be fine, but we don't have to, Bel. If it's too much."

She sits back, though she hasn't said anything. "Well, I'm down for anything to know if it'll work," Bellara says after a moment, and Rook's heart skips over itself.

"I would help you out as a friend," He says instead, trying to hide his excitement. If he could bury his face between her thighs, he would.

"Yeah, as a friend! So what do we do?" She asks, and Rook moves closer, touching her cheek. "Alright. Can I kiss you?" He asks, his dark eyes darting to her eyes and her lips.

"Is that part of it?" She asks, leaning into him.

"No, but I want to." Rook replies, his voice barely a whisper. She smiles, nodding. Their lips meet carefully. Rook gently sucks on her bottom lip. Her moan softly falls from her lips, and his cock jumps at the sound. They pull away, and she laughs.

"So what do we do now?" She asks, and Rook takes a moment, staring her over. He thinks she is so beautiful as he leans back in, pecking her quickly.

"Do you want to get naked?" He asks her, though he imagines it a million times already.

"Are you going to get naked too?" She asks, singing the words.

"Do you want me to?" He asks, knowing if she did, he would rip his clothes off.

She nods, her fingers going to her top. "It'd make me feel less self-conscious, I think."

"You've nothing to be worried about, guapa," He whispers, pulling his top from his body and flinging it on the ground.

Bellara pauses, her shirt almost off. "Is everything okay?" He asks.

"Uh huh," Bellara says with a giggle. "You're really handsome, like heroes in the serials," Bellara says, avoiding her gaze.

He smiles, watching as she timidly removes her shirt. "So if we do this, Rook, um, what will we be?" He sits back on the couch, his erection obvious in his pants.

"We can be friends still or something more." He wouldn't mind being her boyfriend; the idea is something he welcomes. Her breasts are perfect, just as he imagined, her brown nipples pointing up the sky with a small slope.

"I don't know," Bellara says, covering her chest.

"Why?" He asks, motioning her to come closer.

"I've been told I talk too much and can go on and on. I've been told that's annoying, and I don't know my limits. Is that okay with you, Rook?" She asks, moving closer. He chuckles, carefully removing her hand over one of her breasts. He kisses the knuckles and nods.

"Yes. More than okay, Bel." He moves her hand out of the way, his warm mouth wrapping around her taut nipple.

Her brows knit together as she squirms. "This... Is not helping me relax, falon!"

His tongue flicks at the nub before he pulls away. "Is it bad?" He asks, concern lining his face. Bellara shakes her head. "No! I..." She makes a face as Rook starts to massage her chest, her legs squeezing together. She moans instead, and he chuckles, "If you want me to stop, tell me." He thinks about stopping anyway when he realizes they didn't lock her door.

Her hands rest over his as she shakes her head. "No. Please. I think I can see the relaxing properties." She says with a small laugh. He leans forward, sucking on her soft neck, his tongue running along the goosebumps, and she whimpers. "Very relaxing," She whispers as he pinches the peaks. "Rook?" She says softly, and he pulls away, raising his eyebrow.

"Yes, Bel?"

"I-I-I'm not that skilled at... You know. I've only been with women."

"That's not a problem. We'll go slow if that's alright."

She nods, her eyes going to his thighs. "And with that... As you know, I've been reading serials, and in one particularly spicy one, the romantic lead let the other ride their thigh when they weren't ready." Rook smiles as he stops his massages, still holding her small breasts in his hands. "We can do that. I was also thinking I could go down on you. That could help you relax."

Her eyes widen, her blush never fading, and she motions to his erection. "What about you?"

"Don't worry about me, guapa." She pouts, and he chuckles, "What do you want to do then?" He asks, leaning back against her bench.

"I've never dealt with a penis before." Bellara states, and Rook's smile softens as he pushes her pants down.

She allows him, standing up to get all the way undressed. He doesn't hesitate as he leans forward, kissing her lower stomach. His hands cup her ass as he holds her closer. There's a tuft of dark hair on her mound, and he presses a kiss there, too. The moan that escapes makes him rock hard. He's in half disbelief. He's already this turned on by her, and they've barely touched. Perhaps he has been celibate for too long. It's the only thing that makes sense. "Bellara..." He whispers, looking up at her. "Sit on my face." He says, resting back on the bench.

"Oh! Is that comfortable? Relaxing?"

"Absolutely. And if it's not, well, there are other things we can try." He reassures, unbuckling his pants. "And if you need something to do, you can play with my cock." His cock springs out, waiting happily for her touch.

"Play with it?" She asks, a little confused as he takes her hand.

"Touch it, stroke it. Hell, you can put it in your mouth. I don't care as long as I get to taste you." Rook replies quickly as he guides her closer to the bench. She blushes hard as she follows his lead, gently kicking her leg over his head, and her hips slowly come down to his face. He groans as her hands rest on his hips, hers sinking against his eager face. He quickly kisses her inner thigh, his stubble brushing against her skin, making a wet trail to her hot core. She whines as his tongue traces along her entrance. His cock twitches as he closes his eyes, his hands wrapping around her hips, bringing her lower.

Her moans gain in volume, her hands balling into fists as he laps at her folds. Her taste is as intoxicating as he thought it would be, warm and earthy. Please touch me, Rook's mind repeats as he pulls away, spreading her lips to find his target. She cries out as he suckles her clit, his tongue prodding at her button. She leans forward, panting as she squirms in his grip, her hand wrapping around his cock. His stomach tenses, and his hips buck.

"It's thicker than I..." Bellara starts, but the rest of the sentence is lost as she moans, Rook's tongue swirling around her clit before he tilts his head back, coating his mouth with her juices. She slowly starts to pump him, her hips rocking back and forth with Rook's head movement.

He pulls away as she quickens her pace, focusing on his tip. "Bel..." He grunts before burying his mouth against her. He would cum all over her hands before he could get her to cum all over his mouth; how embarrassing.

She stops suddenly, her hands moving up to his chest. "Ah!" She cries as he sharpens his tongue, using it to thrust in and out of her hole. "M-more!" She manages to say, her legs trembling. He slips his hand from her thighs, his middle finger taking over as he returns to her clit. The whimpers escaping her lips drive him crazy as she squeezes around his digit. He can only imagine how perfect she'd feel around his cock. Wetness escapes and drenches his finger as he continues to work her. She leans back down again, her body so soft and warm against his. He can barely register how much he loves how she feels when she wraps her mouth around his tip. He groans as she starts to bob her head curiously on his shaft. He would need to fuck her. Hopefully, sooner rather than later. Their muffled moans fill the room as she tries to lick his cock at the same time she sucks, Rook focusing on her swelling clit.

It doesn't take long before Bellara pulls her mouth off him, begging. "Oh, Rook! I'm!" He steels his mind to not cum himself as he goes between suckling and licking her sweet button, his finger working her over as she stiffens, trying to raise her hips away from him. He keeps her locked down as her leg slips from the couch, trying to leverage her sweaty body with her tiptoes on the cool marble ground. However, her attempts to escape are futile as Rook follows her moves, his mouth staying connected to her as best as he can. He wants every drop, for her taste to be his only sustenance for as long as he lives. She comes down, holding on to the bench as she pants. "Rook..." He gets a few more laps in before he lets go of her thigh, allowing her to lift enough for him to slide up.

"Mmm?" He asks, his lips shiny from her.

"You didn't!" She says suddenly, pointing to his rock-hard dick.

"Oh. I can take care of that." He says, waving her worry away. She looks blissed out, like sleep with come soon, but instead, she leans down, taking his cock back in her mouth, tucking her hair behind her ear. He coughs, taken aback by her action. "Just... Like that..." He growls as she bobs her head, her hand finding his balls, hesitating before squeezing them.

"I don't want to... Come in your mouth." He says suddenly as he can feel his stomach twist and knot, his tip suddenly too sensitive as she swipes her tongue around it.

"Huh? Why not?" She asks, removing her mouth, her hands still massaging his tense balls. "Could taste bad." He says quickly, and she shrugs. "I know it'll be salty. The serials said that male ejaculate could be." Bellara says before returning her mouth.

Rook grunts, holding on to her bun, wishing he could undo it and grip her hair as he wanted. "Bel... I want to fuck you so bad. I wanna make you come around my--" He moans, his hand sliding down her back, returning two fingers between her thighs, and pumping her. She moans, moving up to her knees to give him better access. He closes his eyes tighter as he arches his back, thrusting his hips against her mouth, his other hand going to her head and keeping her down as his first pumps entered her mouth. She pulls away, and he lets her go, stroking himself through it. She stays low still, watching as his tip erupts with more whitish liquid, covering his hand and dripping down to her own that stays on his tensing testicles.

"Ah..." She laughs as she sits up, looking at her wet hand. "You're right about the taste. It's different than in the serials. I don't hate it, though, but I..." She licks her hand as Rook tries to catch his breath, bringing his other hand that was in her to his lips.

"My Bellara..." He says after a moment, and she pauses before giggling.

"Yeah. Your Bellara." She says with a nod, yawning.

"Did it work?" He asks after a moment, his cock now soft. He should have brought rags with him so he could clean them off.

"What work?" She asks, her lids heavy.

"Are you relaxed?"

Bellara smiles softly, "You know. I am calm. I feel so..." She laughs lightly, and Rook gets up as she rests back on the bench.

"Do you have rags or cloth? I want to clean you up," Rook explains, and Bellara points to the other desk. "Mmm. Maybe there? I don't know." She closes her eyes, and he finds the cloth, wiping his hand and his cock and around his tip. He'd take a bath once he got back to his quarters.

He grabs another one, turning to Bellara, but pauses. Her eyes are already closed, her mouth open as she sleeps. He smiles, gently taking her hand and wiping his emission from her fingers. Mission successful, He thinks to himself as he finds a blanket covering her. He quickly redresses himself, hoping they'll go further the next time they do this. The thought of her around his cock gives him body tingles, but he can settle for this. There was nothing like the way she rode his face.

He quietly leaves, hurrying up the steps when Neve stops him. "Rook, is Bellara okay? Emmrich told me that she hadn't been sleeping, and I was going to check on her.

Rook's eyes widen, and he nods quickly. "Um, yeah. She's sleeping now. We did some breathing exercises and stuff."

She laughs as she stands in front of the mirror, adjusting the top as it holds her breasts in. It did say it would have everything in place, and she watched more than a few reviews of curvier women bouncing around to prove it right. She heads to her bathroom, deciding to break out the red lipgloss and a soft smokey eye. If Xavier were around, he would ruin her makeup with his kisses, his cock, and making her cry for more. Gods, she wants him.

She hurries back into her room as if she's running out of time and poses in many different ways, bending over, facing her mirror, and showing off her ass, decorated with her spiderweb tattoos that peak and end under her ample and heart-shaped cheeks. The pantyhose is sheer enough to show them, and she noted buying more. He wouldn't show mercy to them, and the thought of him ripping them makes her heart race. The next pose is a standard mirror one, a smirk painted on her red lips, her breasts pushed up on display, and her ears just in view. Penelope decides to take one more, kissing the mirror this time and leaving a pretty mark she would have to clean later as she attempts to squat, her hand in front of her private area and showing off her bunny-themed nails. It's just a coincidence, but she still feels very clever.

She sends them off without overthinking with a caption, "Wish you were here," and a kiss emoji to end it. She tosses her phone on the bed and laughs, her heart thumping. This would be nothing more than flirting, maybe sexting, but it's the first time she's done it with him. He's seen her naked plenty of times, but this makes her nervous.

He answers quickly. His notification of loving each image lets her know he probably saved them. "My bunny. U want me to come home?" He asks, and Penelope resists from saying yes outright.

"What about your trip?"

"I need U." He replies as soon as her message goes through, and another message follows. Penelope rolls her to her side, her face heating as she sees he sent a photo. It's a bit blurry, but undeniably his cock, half hard and his hand wrapped around the base.

She lets out a whimper and reaches for her vibrator on her table. The costume has clasps at the crotch, so luckily, she doesn't have to shimmy out of it. She tugs the pantyhose down and adjusts the toy, closing her eyes as the toy buzzes to life. She brings her phone close, whimpering into a voice note. "Xavy... Please..." She moans out, and her phone rings.

She almost drops it when she sees it's a video call. She laughs softly as she answers. His room is dark, but the brightness of his phone illuminates his flushed face. "Penny..." She smiles back, and he grunts. "I knew I should have stayed home this weekend," Xavier says as he reaches for something, the light in his room suddenly turning on.

"We'll have other weekends." Penelope whispers, squeezing her thighs together as the toy puffs away at her clit.

He readjusts his phone, resting next to him as he starts pumping himself again. The sight of his lean body, his muscles tensing as he fists his cock makes goosebumps travel up her body. "My Bunny..." He whispers, his mouth staying slightly open as praises stumbles out. "Pull down your top. Let me see you." He says, and Penelope obeys, her hand pulling at the pleather fit, and her breasts quickly fall out and obey the rules of gravity. His moans are delicious, and Penelope can tell he's close. "I wish I was there... I want to suck on them. Taste you. Feel you around my cock." Penelope whimpers back, and his screen goes dark for a moment before returning, the angle changing. "You're using the toy I got you?" He asks, a darkness in his voice.

Penelope whines as suddenly the vibrations change, not hers. "Ah!" She closes her eyes, almost dropping her phone. "Good girl... Let me hear you." She can hear the wet noises from his hand and pants as he keeps the toy high.

Her hips lift as she can't keep her moans down, the toy relentless against her clit. "Xav-Xavi-!" Penelope stammers, trying to keep her volume down as she writhes.

He turns the vibrations down, moving his phone to look at her again. "Tell me what you want," His voice is husked with lust, and Penelope rolls to her side, moving her phone out so he can see how undone he's gotten her in this short period, the sweat that starts to bead on her body, the way the suit is pushed up haphazardly around her hips and pooling under her breasts. "I want you to fuck me." She mewls, lifting her leg to reveal the pink toy. He nods, moving the phone down to show off his leaky cock.

"How, tell me how..." He whimpers as he figures out how to open the app again with the camera still on, the vibrations now in a bouncy rhythm, matching his strokes with his other hand. Penelope pants, her mind blanking. If he could just teleport here and fuck her into her mattress, she wouldn't ask for anything more.

"H-h-hard!" She says, her hand massaging her breast.

"Ah... You can do better than that, bunny." The nickname makes her whimper, and she tugs at her nipple, her piercing.

"Breed your bunny. I want it so fucking badly!" She says the heightened pleasure is making her words slur.

He laughs as he picks up his speed. "Gods... I want to. I want to fill you to the brim with my seed and make you mine forever. My bunny."

Penelope cries out as he returns the toy to the high pressure again, her legs squeezing together. "Please! I need it. I need it!" Penelope rolls to her stomach, arching her back. She's going to come. Suddenly, the toy shuts down, and Penelope whines, turning to face the camera.

"Don't be greedy..." He chuckles, breathing hard from his nose. Penelope sits on all fours, her legs shaking. "You are so beautiful, Penelope..." He whispers instead, which makes Penelope make a face towards the camera. She slips her hand between her thighs, readjusting the toy as he starts it up again. He curses under his breath as he watches her on his screen, her breasts pressing against her dark covers, makeup smudged as she stares back, pushing her hips back and forth. "If I were there, I would be pressing you down into your mattress."

Penelope closes her eyes as she kicks her leg up. "Fucking your cum back into me?" She asks, her voice so sweet for words so naughty. The vibrator's pressure shoots up, and she gasps, almost dropping it as he starts working her again.

"Of course. My bunny needs every drop. Nothing wasted." He grunts as he fucks his hand. The sight drives her wild as she squeezes her sheets.

"Xavi... Please! I want you now." She wonders if he can teleport to her.

"Aww... You sound so cute when you're begging." Xavier whispers, deciding to keep the vibrations at the highest they can go. The words Penelope wanted to say were now lost as she screamed for him.

"My star! I'm going to come!" Penelope cries as she buries her face, ruining her pillowcase as lip gloss and drool escape her mouth.

"Yeah? Come for me, baby. Let me hear you." Penelope lets go of the vibrator, her thighs squeezing tight and keeping the now mean vibrations from leaving her. She feels as though she blacked out. She suddenly comes to, collapsing on the bed and panting hard as she rolls back to her side. Xavier chuckles as she sees the mess he's made on his sheets before turning the camera to his flushed face.

"Mmm... I should have... Rescheduled this trip..." He whispers as he sits up.

Penelope weakly reaches for her phone and nods. "You left me all alone..." She says, pouting. Her makeup is smudged, just like he would have done it, and she feels so silly looking at herself on the tiny screen. She sees the screenshot notification, and she frowns.

"You look so cute like this..." Xavier says, a playful smile on his lips.

"It looks better in person," Penelope sleepily snaps back, a yawn bubbling up at the end.

"When I return... Can you wear this for me again?" He asks, and she nods quickly. "Yes, my love. I even got you matching ears."

He lets out a soft moan at that and shakes his head. "I need to sleep... Not think about fucking you in bunny ears."

"Come home early," Penelope says, and Xavier pauses. "I will."

Penelope shakes her head as she sits up, her mind dizzy. "No, don't. You deserve to have time with your friends."

Xavier rolls his eyes, "I would much rather be cuddled up with you, but... I will stay. Promise me we can repeat this tomorrow night."

Penelope giggles and shrugs, "I think I have another sexy costume I can wear..."

You breathe heavily through your nostrils, the implication bearing heavily on your mind. “Where do you want to taste me?” You ask as he moves from his side of the table to kneel in front of you, his hands running along your thighs.

“Here…” he leans down, kissing the top of your thighs, before making a trail up to your stomach. “And here…” Zayne sits back on his haunches, his eyes dark with lust.

“Just those places?” You ask before he takes your hands, bringing your knuckles to his lips.

“I want to taste your fingers… Your palms…” He makes another trail down your ring finger to your palm and wrist. He sighs, nipping your soft skin on your forearm. “Sweeter than the cake…” You laugh softly as he stands, pulling you up as well. “But the one thing I want to taste, more than this…” Zayne leans down, pecking your lips.

“A kiss?” You ask when he pulls away, backing into his bed.

“More…” He whispers, lying back and leading you to him. You rest on top of him, his dark hair pushed out of his face for once. He takes his glasses off, sits up to put them on the end table, and rests his other hand on the small of your back. You stare down at his face, dimly lit by the lamps, as he turns to face you. “Usually, I would use my hands, but per my orders from my lovely keeper, I will need to use my mouth instead.” Your eyes drop down to his lips as he talks, your brows lowering as the pressure between your thighs grows.

“Take off your skirt…” He says, a sternness hinting in his tone. You bite your lip as you move from his touch, unbuttoning your skirt and slipping it down from your hips. His eyes are hot as he watches, and you watch as the rise and fall of his chest quickens.

“What about my-“

“Keep them on for now…” You had a hunch that he might want you like this, and in your anxiety-riddled mind, you made sure you wore icy blue lace panties and a matching bra. You told yourself if tonight was a disaster, at least those matched for once. “Blue is my favorite color,” He says softly, moving to close the distance before kissing your neck, his hand resting on the nape of your neck and the other resting over your panties. You moan softly, looking over at him through your lashes. “If I can taste you for each birthday to come…” Zayne says, muffled against your skin.

“Mr. Zay—“ He pulls away, tilting his head to the side.

“I want to be Zayne when we’re alone…” Zayne states, his fingers gently gripping your hair and turning you to face him.

“Force of habit,” You say quickly as he guides your lips to his, and your breathing becomes one. His hand between your legs starts to rub at your panties, making you squirm.

“Your wrist,” you say against his mouth.

He pulls away, resting your forehead against his. “You should become an orthopedic hand specialist…” He replies, mirth dancing in his eyes as he leans down on the bed, removing his hand. “Then I shall taste you now. Take them off.” He lets you go, shrugging off his khaki jacket and tossing it off the bed. You follow suit, your thumbs hooking around the lacy borders and pulling them off your body.

Zayne freezes, his dark emerald eyes glued between your legs as you expose yourself. His cheeks tinge pink as he lies back on the bed again, “Come here…” He whispers, and you waste no time, letting him wrap you up in an embrace. His lips find yours in a passionate zeal, his teeth gently dragging your bottom lip as his hands unhook your bra. The loosening of your restraints makes you moan as your chest starts to spill onto his shirt, and he slips the straps down your arms and your body. You pull him closer, wrapping your legs around his waist, his body so warm against you. However, you note he’s wearing too much as your fingers drag from his neck to his shirt, your tongues dancing as you start to undo the buttons. You pull away, feeling his bulge pressing against your heat.

As you unbutton his shirt, you continue to drag your fingers down his chest as you expose more and more of his skin. His breathing quickens, and he breathes heavily through his flared nostrils. He sits up, allowing you to push the white shirt down his toned arms and onto the bed. Now free from another layer of clothing, his arms engulf you in an embrace before his mouth finds your nipple, his warm breath causing a flare of goosebumps down your body. You nibble at your lip as his hands move lower, gripping and massaging your ass. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, fingers intertwining with his dark strands as his tongue rolls around your areola, his mouth suckling before moving to the other. You whimper, lifting your hips slightly, aware of his light-colored pants and how you would definitely leave a wet mark on his crotch. He doesn’t seem to mind or think about that as he pushes your hips back down, your whimper getting stuck in your throat.

His mouth releases your nipple with a soft pop, and he rests back on the pillows. “You taste so sweet, (Y/N), but I need something sweeter.” He says, guiding your hips towards his face. Your cheeks heat as you crawl up to his face.

“Wh-what about you?” You ask as he keeps you from turning around. He chuckles, kissing the inside of your thigh.

“Don’t worry about me,” He replies, making a trail of kisses up to your core, switching to the other side, and repeating the trail on your thigh. “I need my birthday treat,” Zayne says as he smiles at you cheekily. You carefully rest your hips down, but not far enough, worried about suffocation. Zayne, however, does not, his hands hooking around your hips and holding you down as he starts to feast.

His tongue laps at your folds, parting them as he searches for your clit. He closes his eyes, moaning as your taste coats his tongue. You gasp, holding on to the headboard as you try to lift your hips again. Zayne ignores this pathetic move as he lifts his head slightly, suckling on your clit. You moan in response, tossing your head back. His tongue swirls around your sweet button before he starts sucking again, his tongue pressing against it at the same time. Your toes curl as Zayne’s grip on your thighs tightens, locking you in place. His tongue lithely runs down your folds and back up to your clit until he guides your hips towards the headboard, allowing him more access. He sharpens his tongue, using it to tease your entrance.

You roll your head to the side as you glance down. Though his eyes are closed, his brows are low on his face; he’s focused. He dashes his tongue in and out of your dripping cunt, grunting as you fill his mouth. Your stomach tightens as he trails his tongue back to your clit, suckling the bundle of nerves and the sweet nectar. You arch your back, and he lets go of your thigh, his hand sliding up your abdomen and finding your breast, teasing and gently pinching your nipple.

He pulls his mouth away for a moment, his eyes dancing. “Sweetheart… You taste so good.” He whispers before returning his mouth. You bite your lip before rocking your hips with him as his tongue explores you again. Suddenly, you feel ice on your breast, his evol teasing around your nipple, and you gush around his tongue, moaning his name. He laughs breathlessly as he guides the offending hand down your body. You shiver as the ice drags down your stomach and to your inner thighs. He pulls away again, rubbing your clit with the freezing hand. You move your hips up, crying out as he holds you down with his other hand, his eyes dark as he watches you unravel above him before he returns his mouth.

You’re getting so close, but you don’t need to tell Zayne. His hand warms back to regular temperatures as he slips it under you. His middle finger thrusts inside as he laps at your clit, groaning with you as you reach down and tug gently at his hair, making his mouth open slightly, the laps turning into suckles. You feel your body heating with each thrust, each lick. You try to stay down, but your hips betray you, starting to run from the pleasure.

“(Y/N)...” Zayne says as he pulls away, watching your legs tremble around his head. You don’t want to talk, or in actuality, you can’t talk. Zayne kisses your thigh as he slips his ring finger in, his thrusts thicker in your weeping cunt. “I can’t wait for you to finish… And then feel you around me…”

The statement makes you cry out, thinking of his thick cock stretching you as he fucked you hard. You need it more than anything, grinding your hips against his mouth as he returns it, finally letting go of your other thigh to grip your ass. He focuses solely on your swelling button now, his tongue rolling around it and suckling over and over as he quickens his pace for his thrusts. Your mind is swimming in pleasure, and you're too forgone to tell him to don't overdo it with his wrists.

"Just like that, darling... You're doing a good job." Zayne whispers before he latches his mouth around your clit, your screams of pleasure filling the room. You close your eyes tight, your legs wrapping around his leg, suffocation be damned, as you feel the fire dance across your body, the ecstasy driving you temporarily insane as your thoughts are unified for once. You want Zayne here, now, and forever. He slows his thrusts, pulling his fingers from the dripping hole and guiding your hips from his face.

"Look at that..." He whispers, bringing his fingers to his lips and tasting you more. "I won't need any more cake as long as I have your taste..." He whispers before undoing his belt and pants. Your breathing tries to regulate, and as you remember, he did say there was more.

"Come here..." He whispers, helping guide you back, but this time, your hips to where his dick stands ready, his tip already leaking. You don't know if you could ride him as he deserves for his birthday, but he doesn't seem to mind, and he carefully guides your hips down, his thick shaft parting your lips as you sink your body against him. You both moan as he stretches you, your warmth engulfing him. "Ahh, (Y/N)."

Your fingers intertwine as he sits up a little, watching as you try to ride, lifting your exhausted hips and thighs. Mirth dances in his eyes as he lets go of your hands, chuckling. "Where's my hardworking hunter?" He asks with a smirk, his hands going to your hips.

"Mr. Zay--Zayne!" You reply quickly, embarrassment heating your cheeks. He holds your hips down as he starts to fuck you instead. Your hands go to his wrists, gripping them hard as he pounds you. "I guess I can pick up the slack this once," He whispers, panting as he watches your bodies collide, his eyes bouncing between his cock disappearing inside of you, your breasts, and your flushed face.

"You're so!!" You can't finish your sentence as he wraps his lips around your nipple again, twirling his tongue around the taut bud. Your mouth can barely form words, incomprehensible words of pleasure escaping anyway. He slows suddenly, letting you go.

"Turn around." He says as he pulls himself out. Your body trembles as you follow his orders. He guides your hips back down, his hands massaging your ass. You close your eyes as your mouth drops open. He slips back in with no resistance now as he sits up, dragging his hands up to your breasts as you both grind your bodies against each other, panting and needing more of each other. He reaches down between your thighs, rubbing your clit. You press your body against his, your brows knitting together. He kisses your neck and your jaw before sloppily kissing your lips. You moan against him as he slips his hands under your thighs.

He breaks the kiss and rests back on the pillows, pulling you with him. You moan out as his cock slips out, but he is quick, letting go of your thigh and slipping himself back in as if nothing happened. You close your eyes tight as he sets a slow and steady pace, making sure you feel every inch of his cock. Your moans fill the room again, as does the sound of your skin slapping against his with each stroke. You rest back, gripping the covers as your feet move to his tensing thighs. He moans, returning his hand between your thighs as he continues to rub at your clit, your wetness quickly coating his fingers. You whimper his name as he quickens his pace, his balls slapping against your slick cunt. Even though he isn't erratic, you can feel that he's holding himself back, his grip on your under-thigh ironclad as he tries to steady you above him.

"You're getting so close..." He whispers, his circular motion on your swelling button also quickening. Your hips rock with him, your body twitching as you can feel it, butterflies alight and dancing in your stomach around the fire.

"Zayne!!" You cry his name as he removes his hand from between your legs and holds your legs up, his pace now relentless. Your grip on the covers tightens as you try to stay on your bucking partner.

"That's right... Let it out," Zayne says through gritted teeth as you sing out, sobs wracking your body as your body feels like a live wire. Each stroke feels like a zap in your mind as he bottoms out quickly and pulls out, only to fill you again. You want to explode into tiny snowflakes above him as your mind can only focus on him and the way his cock fills you. You gush around him, your vision turning white as you close your eyes even tighter.

Zayne holds himself against you, trying to brave the storm before starting his thrusts again, his tip feeling more engorged than before. Your clit throbs as he pounds you again, his moans more vocal now as he holds you tighter. You tremble with each stroke, your body begging for more and a break at the same time as he chases his orgasm. He pulls out at the very last moment, his cock erupting and splattering your lower abdomen and entrance with his sticky emission.

You pant as he strokes himself, draining himself against you. He whines as he gently moves you off of him. You adjust as you crawl to his side, looking down at his cock, softening as he still strokes himself. You take over, his cum coating your fingers immediately. His breathing hitches, and he turns to kiss you softly, his brows lowering on his forehead. You peck his lips, taking in how undone he looks, faintly tasting yourself on his lips. He puts his hand over yours on his cock, sighing.

"Promise me..." He says, his voice a little hoarse as he begins. You tilt your head back, and a faint smile plays on his lips. "Promise me that you will celebrate my birthday with me forever..." You nod, scooting closer into his embrace and kissing him softly.

"I promise," You whisper back, dragging your hand to his chest. His hand follows suit, gently squeezing it. "Good... Because I will need another taste of your sweetness soon," He says, trying to suppress his yawn.

"You won't have to wait until it's your birthday." You reply with a giggle, and he nods firmly.

"I know, but this makes it even more special." He says, closing his eyes. "Thank you, (Y/N)..."

A Vampire... Her mind races as she remembers she did read about them when Marie Verbuyst was sure she would be abducted by one because of her beauty. She never was.

Her eyes focus on Astarion's lips, the obvious sharp teeth. He steps back, shaking his head. "I don't want to intrude since this is a huge ask, but..."

"You can." She almost blurts. She is curious about him and she doesn't want him to be hungry. He needs to be strong. "Are you sure darling? It can be..."

She nods again, "I need you at your best, Astarion. As long as you don't kill me, I'll be fine." He's ecstatic, but he hides with a devilish smirk. "Thank you, Sarnarei." 

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They decide to meet in his tent, away from others. Her heart is so loud in her chest as she slips in, unsure of her decision. He'd be so close. Astarion greets her, "Welcome to my adobe. Now, pick your position."

She looks uncomfortable as she lies on his bedroll. His scent fills her nostrils, inviting her in. The bergamot, rosemary, and something else she couldn't place make her dizzy. She takes in a sharp breath, trying to get her heart to slow down, her nervousness to dissipate.

"You're shaking like a leaf. Are you sure you want to do this?"

She nods again, "It's my first time." He laughs softly as he rests above her, his hands on either side of her head, the bottom half of his body pressing against hers. First in more ways than one. She swallows hard, her mouth so dry.

He leans down, pressing his lips against her neck, his tongue slipping between his cold lips, marking the spot for his teeth. "I will be gentle, darling. It'll be over before you know it," He whispers before sinking his teeth down.

She always thought her skin to be tough, but his teeth glided in like butter. Her blood turns cold as she whimpers, her hands going to his shoulders. He grinds against her, and something hard presses against her pelvis. His left-hand moves behind her head, keeping her still as she grips his shirt hard.

He needs to stop!

Her mind screams as she tries to push him off. He moans as she pushes him harder, removing his mouth. His lips are bloodstained and fear chills her bones. He looks like a monster. Her brown eyes peer into his red ones as she tries to catch his breath. He however doesn't move off her, leaning back down.

Sarnarei freezes as his tongue runs over the puncture wounds, trying to stop the bleeding. He ends with another soft kiss on her neck, his hips rocking against hers. "I'm sorry, I'm usually not a messy eater." He says softly, sitting up, her legs wrapped against his waist. Her eyes try not to focus on his face, going down to his trousers where he stands erect.

"Naughty girl. I'm not sure you want that." Astarion replies, unwrapping her legs, resting beside her. "Thank you again. I feel so much better."

She sits up slightly, feeling lightheaded. "I'm glad I could help you..." He leans over, pressing his lips against hers this time. Her breathing quickens again as their lips intertwine in the darkness, tasting her metallic hot blood still on his tongue.

His hand slides down her sleep top, finding her breasts through the thin fabric. She whimpers as he gently tugs on the hardening nipple. "You have to be quiet, my angel. Don't want an audience." Astarion whispers, as his hand slips under her waistband, finding her wet and waiting.

She pulls away from Astarion, shaking her head. "I don't know if I can." She whispers back as his finger circles around her clit. She only knows her own hand, his cold hand feels so foreign and new and intoxicating. She doesn't want to stop, not at all. Not ever.

He laughs softly as he dips his finger inside, kissing her silent as she still whimpers. His finger thrusts so deep inside her wet hole. She bucks her hips as she pulls away from his kiss, covering her mouth with the back of her hand as she comes undone, her moans increasing.

"I'll have to punish you if you get louder," He whispers, raising his eyebrow. "Punish?" She asks, just above a whisper, not on purpose, but in confusion. He removes his hand, shaking his head as he brings his finger to her lips, making her suck on it.

"Do you want the whole camp to hear you?"

The thought makes her ache but she hushes, her tongue running along his slender finger. She wants to tell him to continue, to be her first, but decides against it. The worm retaliates, reaching out to his as flashes of hot nights alone flood their minds, her hands on her own body, aching for something, someone until she releases, coming down from her high. She always thought she and the eldest Verbuyst would have a romp, but he didn't like women. She should have taken her chances with her old friend.

Astarion glances at her, the mental invasion fading. "A virgin? How sweet." He kisses her again, though this time with care. He rests her head against hers as he sighs. "I think we had enough for this evening." Her cheeks burn hot, embarrassed. "Not because of this news, but because I can be a little... Rough." Her curiosity peaks and he kisses her again, nipping her bottom lip, but not enough to draw blood. "Try out Wyll or Gale first. I wouldn't with Shadowheart. She probably has an edge with a name like that... Don't even think about Lae'zel." She frowns as he smiles, "Once you've had your taste, then we can continue."

"What if I only want you?" She asks, feeling her heart break. He hesitates, looking down at her chest. Gods... "Give me time then. I don't want to disappoint," He says finally.

The corners of Sarnarei's lips dip but she pastes a smile, sitting up carefully, trying not to make herself dizzy from the blood loss. "I hope I won't have to wait too long." She teases, staring at her possible new lover. There's a feeling behind his eyes that she can't place, but she ignores it, patting his thigh. "I've deprived myself of it for too long." She says, picking at herself. "I hope you have a good night, Astarion." She whispers, opening the tent flap.

He grabs her wrist, stopping her, his eyes softer. "Thank you for sharing this with me, and thank you for not staking me when you had the chance." She scoffs in shock, "You're safe with me. I will never hurt you." She puts her hand on top of his, her expression sincere.

He removes his hand, rolling his eyes. "Ugh. Of course. Go to bed, now. Don't want to keep you up longer than you need."

They stayed in the graveyard all night, her head carefully tucked in his arm as he stares up at the sky. He doesn't sleep or meditate. His mind replays all two hundred years, all the spawn he brought back to Cazador, the abuse. He remembers each person and the charm he used to bring them back. The number of times he slept with people just so he could have a moment of reprieve once he went back to the palace. He enjoyed it in the beginning, but…

He glances down at Sarnarei, her face so calm in the dream realm. He regrets being her first. She should have been with someone who cared. He cared enough to make sure she wasn't hurting, physically, but that's all. If they tried again now…

Her smile replays in his memories as she takes his hands. "We can just stay here and just be together."

Her words soothe him. Yes, he wanted to sleep with her after their physical break, but to just be with her. It eases his heart that she didn't want to go back into being physical right after the heavy day they shared.

She kisses his cheek, swiping her thumb over it as she sits back. "When we're free of this affliction, where do you want to go first?" She asks, squeezing his hand.

He swallows hard, looking at the grave. "Back to the night time I suppose. I may go to the Underdark where my siblings will be." She nods as she listens, her thumb rubbing patterns on his wrist. "How about you?" He asks their voices just above a whisper.

Sarnarei's brows quirk down as she shrugs, "This is as much adventure as my life will get I think. I'd want to be with you though."

He can't meet her gaze as he shakes his head. "Don't live your life thinking about me, Sarnarei."

She giggles, moving closer to him, "If the mind flayer never captured me, I'd be a boring book shop owner's wife. In a boring marriage out of safety." She shrugs, "Maybe I'd want to go on another adventure eventually, but I want to spend my time with you."

He laughs softly, "A boring marriage out of safety doesn't sound boring, Sarnarei." He would much rather hear her backstory than dwell on his. His eyes plead with her to share as he sits back, resting on his arms. She stays where she is, running her fingers over her curved horns.

"I want to know more about you. I apologize for never asking about your past and shunning you before."

The corners of her mouth perk up as she tucks her hair behind her ear. "You're fine, Astarion. I shouldn't have brought it up in the beginning like I did."

Astarion's brows furrow as she goes into her apologies, something he recognized as a deflection from trauma. It manifested in his sister, Dal. He leans over, bringing her closer to him. "I want to know. Tell me all about you Sarnarei. More than I already know." He stares up at the starless sky as she glances up at him.

"You already know I lost my mother at a young age like Yenna, and that my father gave me to a strong Wizard in Baldur's Gate, hoping I could get my magic under control. I never found out what happened to him. I don't know if I want to find out. Lord Verbuyst died a few months later and I was left to the Lady."

She scratches her head as she shrugs, "I still don't know if I was supposed to stay. Sometimes I am grateful because then I would have had to fend for myself in an unknown city barely thirteen." She frowns as she continues. "At first I was just a maid, cleaning after everyone and treated like I was invisible to her until I made mistakes. She would come up with harsh punishments."

Her hands go up to her horns as she nibbles her bottom lip. "She wanted to shave my horns once, but her children saved me from that." Astarion's eyes widen as he listens. "It was for something minor. I accidentally made her bath water too hot because my magic wasn't under control. She didn't get burns or anything, just shocked and upset."

She swallows hard as she sits up, making space between the two. "It got more intense as I got older. The Lady was so scared about getting old and looking old. She wanted to try blood magic, but I didn't want to learn it. She called me good for nothing and invited weird shaman over almost every week once the children went to sleep. I only knew because she used me as bait. A young beautiful Tiefling they could do whatever they wanted to in exchange for making her younger."

His heart sinks as she grips some grass under her fingertips, her exhale shaky as she looks away. "They never slept with me, but with my hands… My mouth. And then they'd prick me and draw so much blood. It was all pseudo-magic. I could tell, but I'd lie so she wouldn't invite them over. But she'd see a new wrinkle, a new sag, and then the shaman was back. Molest me, bleed me dry, and lie." Astarion sits up, trying to shake the anger and rage at this woman he'll never know.

"It went on until her eldest son found out because he came home late one evening and saw the strange man trying to go further with me, saying I needed to make the perfect sacrifice of my virginity to him so My Lady could be young forever." She wipes rogue tears from her eyes, shaking her head. "I was like seventeen when it stopped. She didn't stop seeing that man though. She just stopped having me around. She started looking for more help, specifically younger girls, but they never stayed long… I don't know what happened to them. I stayed, however. I didn't know where to go. I did run away, but she sent bounty hunters after me and threatened to kill me. I ran away a year ago for the final time."

She laughs softly as she sniffs. "I can't believe I stayed for so long. For over ten years. I know that's not as long as centuries for you, but Tieflings don't live long like elves or even half-elves." She whispers.

Astarion interjects, shaking his head. "I'm sorry you went through that. I do have to ask, why did you let me bite you? Why do you let me bite you?"

She winces as she shrugs, "I need you strong so we can fight. I also was used to it. My blood being used for something other than staying in my veins."

He takes her hands in his, "You listened to me, made sure I didn't do anything that made me uncomfortable. But I want to make sure you're not doing anything that makes you uncomfortable."

She smiles up at him, "You've never made me uncomfortable. Especially since we've not had sex afterward." She whispers before quickly adding. "I did enjoy it though. I think I would again."

She removes her hand from his as she continues with her story. "I found my friend at his bookstore in the upper city. He's a Drow but could pass as a regular elf. He kept me hidden and offered to give me another name. We'd be married and if she came to find me, he'd be able to protect me since I would be his wife, no longer tied to my Lady… He proposed this to me the night I was taken. I told him I needed to think and then…" She rubs her forehead.

"Would you marry him?" Astarion asks, trying to read her expression.

She sighs, shaking her head. "I never loved him like a wife is supposed to. I would have been trapped even if he meant well." Sarnarei pats her cheeks as she finally looks up at him. "So that's the story of mine. I don't have anything in this city to keep me. I am free to come with you wherever you would like, my love."

Her story resonates with him as the quiet night continues as they move on to the future. "I bet we could get a nice little home near the Myconid Colony." Sarnarei muses, remembering how beautiful the Myconid Colony was.

Astarion frowns, "I'm sure we could find somewhere else." He scratches his head as he sighs, "I wish we could stay in the city. I will miss it." He says with a wistful look.

"Hmm, maybe we could stay in the city, even though you'd have to stay away from the sun."

"You are so adorable when you're coming up with solutions." He says, touching her cheek. "We'll figure it out, I am sure. Besides, we'll have to figure out what you can do."

A blush comes to her cheeks as she shrugs, "I feel like people will want me to be a leader of some sort. They'll want me to help rebuild. I'm just a random Tiefling."

"You're my random Tiefling. And you are much more than that. Not many people are willing to face the Dead Three and an Elder Brain." She waves away his statement away. "I've barely faced one of them. We still have Gortash and Orin. And the Brain." She rubs her forehead and sighs, quietly adding, "And the mind flayer in our brain."

Astarion laughs, bringing her closer. "I believe in you. You're the only person I trust with handling all of this. You're intelligent, strong, quick-witted." She carefully hides her face in his chest, mindful of her horns. "You're going to take all of these compliments, darling. You're an inspiration to a whole entire generation. I don't care about children, but I see the way the Tiefling children see you. I see the way you care about them. They want to be strong like you. I want to be strong like you. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. Gods, who knows where I would be if you didn't give me a chance back on the beach." She scrunches up her face, making his odes continue, "You are the rock that we all depend on. You keep us all together…" He pauses, lifting her face to his. "I want to be the one you can lean on when it gets too tough."

She smiles, before accepting his gentle kiss, feeling so tired. "You already are… Should we stay here for the night or go back?" She asks, glancing at the tombstone, today's date etched over his birth.

"We can go back if you want. You're looking quite tired."

She snuggles close to him as she nods, "Okay. We can go back in a moment. I just need to rest for a little bit." He lets her fall asleep, wishing he could join her.

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He carries her back to the bar and inn seeing the sky starting to turn blue at the first light. Gale is on night watch tonight, letting them in. "Fun night?" He asks, smirking. Astarion ignores him as he gently puts Sarnarei on the bed.

"When you fell in love with Mystra, how did you know you wanted to steal a Netherese artifact?"

Gale scoffs, stuttering as he crosses his arms. "I just wanted to prove myself worthy of her affection, but before you do anything rash, Sarnarei doesn't need any of that. She may be a goddess among us with questionable taste in lovers, but she doesn't need anything huge and over the top. No one really does even if we feel it in our bones." He pauses as Astarion gently closes her doors.

"I don't feel worthy of her affection," Astarion says to the wizard, the two going to their beds.

"Well, I recommend taking your time with her. That's where I messed up I think. She's beautiful. I wanted to capture her affection and keep it for myself. Misguided, but I see how much happier she is with you, and Halsin to a degree. Once the tadpoles and the Absolute are dealt with, you'll know what your next steps will be. And in the meantime, just enjoy each other. You have plenty of time to show yourself that you're worthy." Gale sits across from him as Astarion takes in the advice.

"Thank you, Gale. For the advice."

Gale smiles as he puts his hand for Astarion to shake. "In the battle of love, you were a great opponent. I wish you two nothing but the best."

Sarnarei glares at the Candulhallow's Tombstone, arms crossed. They spent fifteen minutes tearing the empty shop apart looking for the evidence for the murders. Karlach yawns as she checks the desk for the fifth time.

"Do you still have the journal from Dolor?" Shadowheart asks Sarnarei, stress lining her face. "I do, but I left it in my trunk."

"I suggest we go back and read it. There may be a key hidden there. Or at least a clue." Shadowheart replies, heading to the front of the building. Karlach follows, nodding. "Plus we can take a little break. It is getting a little late, soldier."

Sarnarei looks over at Astarion who waves his hand flippantly, "We can fight the big bad Bhaal once we're more rested." She grimaces but follows their party out.

As soon as they arrive, she tears through the chest, pulling out all the journals and tatted notes she saved looking for any sign. Astarion rests on the bed next to it watching as their merry party speaks to each other, waiting.

"I still want to at least figure out how to enter. We can go out for a moment. Whatever rests there, we won't fight tonight." Sarnarei says softly, mostly to herself.

"Do we have to go back out? I think we're all pretty exhausted." Astarion whispers, his eyes drinking in her dress, the way her hair falls in front of her face. He loves how determined she is. He holds himself back, wanting to kiss her and maybe more. She hasn't done anything different and yet...

She glances up at him, tilting her head to the side, not picking up on his cue. "Are you sure?"

He smirks, how adorable is she when she's clueless? His eyes flick up to Wyll who passes by as he nods, "Exhausted. So tired." He says it louder than necessary so the horned man could hear. Wyll turns, raising his eyebrow as he glances at Astarion. The vampire cuts his eyes to Sarnarei and then back to Wyll, hoping his silent pleas would be understood.

Wyll nods, a cheeky smile coming to his lips as he yawns so loudly, "I'm ready to turn in for the evening. How about you, Shadowheart? Halsin?" Astarion glares at the Warlock's back at the mention of Halsin. He didn't mind sharing her with him, especially when they weren't physical. The idea still doesn't bother him, at least he thinks. The two of them didn't spend that much time together from what he noticed anyway. When they did speak, they weren't physical. Maybe they broke up and she didn't tell him.

"Hmm, I could rest for the night," Halsin says, coming over to Sarnarei's side. "Is everything alright, my heart?" My heart.

Astarion keeps up his smirk, his mind racing with the possibilities in case Halsin chooses to stay.

She nods, turning to him, "Yeah, I found what I needed, but I don't want to overburden you all." She says sweetly, closing the trunk.

"Of course." He glances over at Astarion, "How are you handling everything?" He asks, his voice full of concern.

"Better. Thank you, Halsin." He gives him a curt nod. The druid raises his eyebrow, a compassionate smile on his lips. "I think we're going to go take Lakrissa up on her offer. Have a night to just relax while we can."

Karlach appears out of nowhere her vibrant smile brightening up the room as she wraps her arm around Halsin. "Fuck yes. Let's go! I hear they have a super funny comedian on tonight. I want to laugh my stomach bursts." She shoots a look at Shadowheart, "You can heal that, right?"

The cleric smirks as she rolls her eyes, "I would prefer it not come to that, but I will do my best." The rest of the crew filter out, Halsin being the last.

"Don't keep her too long, Astarion." He teases, winking as he closes the door.

He takes a deep breath as he returns to Sarnarei, who stands at her entrance a bit bewildered. "Alone with a bed." He says, ignoring her suspicion as he sits back down. He's bedded thousands, but the thought of being intimate with her makes him so anxious. Her confusion leaves as she sits next to him, concern taking over.

"I would like a night of passion with you, Sarnarei. If I can't handle it, I'll let you know so we can stop. I know that look in your eyes. You don't want me to feel distressed and we've been going slow, but I don't want to wait any longer. I think I'm ready." He states, taking her hands into his own.

She licks her lips, glancing up at him. "If you feel uneasy at any point, we will stop." She replies, moving closer. She misses him, misses his body against her own, but holds him in such regard. It would hurt her to the core if she did anything and he just went along with it to make her happy.

He nods, leaning forward, and kissing her slowly. He sucks on her bottom lip, dragging his teeth carefully along it. He leans her against the pillows, not breaking their kiss. She moans softly as her arms wrap around his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his waist. He pulls away, gazing upon his lover. She searches his face as her hands go to his ornate jacket, pulling at the buttons.

"I love you," He whispers as he shrugs the jacket off, letting it fall off the bed. His hand slips between her thighs, his fingers gently gliding along her pelvis over her pants.

"I love you too," She whispers back, rocking her hips against his touch. She slips her hand down along his pants where his cock stands half hard. He shudders at her touch, focusing on finding her pants, and dragging them off.

Her hands return to her body, fiddling with the corset top. His eyes stay glued to her chest, watching as they fall from the lack of support. He swallows hard as he leans down, replacing her hands with his own as he undoes her corset, taking the pretty and sturdy fabric from her torso, and adding it to their clothing pile. She whimpers as his kisses return to her neck and collarbone, his talented fingers massaging her chest through her beige sleep top. She closes her eyes as he runs his fingers along her top.

"Can I please you first?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Astarion pauses in between his kisses, raising his eyebrow. "Please me first?"

She nods as she sits up, her hand returning to his hardening cock. "You always please me first. I want to make sure you're sated." She explains, tracing her fingers up to his loosened frilly shirt, dragging it over his body. He nods after a moment, considering. The worst thing is that he could disassociate, but Sarnarei's attention and focus are so acute on him, that she would notice and stop in her tracks. He feels like a burden as he rests on the other side of the daybed. "Tell me to stop if you don't like it." She whispers, helping him out of his trousers. He gives another nod as she pecks him quickly, her soft body caressing his.

"My sweet, I can handle a blowjob." He says sarcastically, running his fingers through her hair as she slides between his legs. 

Astarion watches her with heated eyes as she holds his cock in her hands. He exhales deeply as he looks up at the ceiling, her hands gently stroking him. She leans down, pressing soft kisses along his shaft. He closes his eyes, keeping his hands to himself. Before he would have forced her mouth open, fucking her mouth hard, hearing her gags and whimper. But he lets her take her time now, her tongue tasting him. She smiles up at him as she reaches his tip, her tongue rolling around it. Her fangs peak just underneath her full lips, framing his cock so dangerously. He groans softly, his knee coming up as he gently pets her hair. Just focus on her, his mind repeats as she opens her mouth, guiding his cock down her throat. He watches as she closes her eyes, bobbing her head along his shaft. She moans softly as she drags her fingertips along his inner thighs, her eyes cutting up to his.

His breathing quickens as he massages her scalp, her mouth perfectly warm around his shaft. His fingers grip her hair, his hips trying to thrust lazily into her mouth to quicken her speed. He can't help it, moaning as her tongue rests against the thick underside vein, gently pressing along it as she massages it with each bob. Halsin must have taught her that, he thinks quickly as he tosses his head back.

"My love..." He moans, trying to keep in the present. She pulls up, stroking him. "You are being too devilishly good." He purrs as she rubs him off, feeling proud of herself.

"Oh?" She asks before sucking his pink tip again, her plump lips the perfect frame around it. He closes his eyes briefly as she takes him as far as she can, her mewls muffled. His hips buck against her mouth as he feels himself getting lost in the pleasure.

Too dangerous, too tempting. 

"That's enough. I need you." He says, dragging her head up to his cold lips. She laughs softly against his lips, kissing him back. He pushes her back, rolling to be on top of her. His hard cock presses along her warm slit but he pulls away, quickly lying on his stomach as he buries his head between her thighs.

She arches her back, her hips pressing against his mouth. She can barely get her bearings as his tongue prods her apart. Her moans fill the room as his tongue laps at her clit. Her hands tug her shirt off before returning to her breasts, playing with her nipples as she watches his feast. She bites her lip, her breathing quickening. She missed this, so much. Sure she's had others now, but Astarion... She closes her eyes as she moans, her legs resting on his shoulders. He could taste her getting closer, her clit becoming more engorged with each suckle. He comes up for air gently biting her inner thigh before making a trail of kisses up her belly, her chest, and her mouth. He finds focusing on her makes it more enjoyable. She's so reactive to him, the way her tongue rolls around with his, her moans. He breaks the kiss, giving her time to breathe.

He rubs his cock against her, remembering how much physically he loves the ridges above her slit. He's so sensitive already from his want for her, that he takes a deep breath, trying not to get overwhelmed. He gently thrusts inside of her, both of them moaning. He laughs softly as she looks away, her cheeks flushed. 

He holds himself above her, wanting to watch her every reaction as he starts to rock his hips. Her brows knit together as she whimpers tiny prayers to some unknown god. He smiles to himself, how dramatic she is being. He hasn't even done anything yet. He picks up his pace, needing more of her reactions, her moans. "Ah, I love you... Oh, my love." She whines, her hands covering her face as she pants. He frowns as he thrusts harder, taking her hands from her face, their fingers interlacing. 

"Please don't hide your face from me." He says, pounding into her. She nods, her brows knitting up as she looks up at him. Her watchful eyes meet his, a quick assessment before he rolls his hips against hers. A distraction, he thinks as she cries out, looking away again. She clenches around him as she opens her legs more for him. He can feel himself slipping into overdrive, doing it until he releases. This will be an uphill battle. He wants to stay in the moment so badly, but the motions are the same. The same sensations he'd felt for so long. 

She wraps her arms around his shoulders, holding him closer, making him slow down. His breathing catches in his throat as she kisses him softly, their hips rocking together. The act brings him back to the moment, his hand leaving hers as he cups her breast, tweaking her nipple between his fingers.

She breaks the kiss, whimpering. Their foreheads touch, and their breathing becomes one. He brushes his nose against hers, their lips barely touching as they pant. His hips grind, burying himself deep inside.

"Astarion..." She moans, her hands resting on either side of his head, their eyes locking.

He grins, picking up his pace again. "Like that?" He asks, feeling electricity in their touch, their gaze.

"Y-y-yes!" She stammers, struggling to keep up. Her tail rests on the back of his thigh, running up and down as he thrusts. He growls, enjoying her gentle touch on his body.

He slows, pulling back. He wants to see the full view again, his hands resting on the underside of her knees. Her arm covers her mouth, muffling her praises as he continues his slow pace. He watches as his cock disappears inside of her warm inviting hole before rocking his hips back. Gods... He doesn't think he'll last long, overwhelmed with his need for her. How gorgeous she is coming undone beneath him. He lets go of her leg briefly, removing her hand from her mouth. "Please, my love. I need to see you." He whispers, returning his hand to her leg. She scrunches up her nose as she looks away, feeling so full from his thrusts.

"Can, can I ride you?" She asks in between cries. He nods laughing softly to himself, reluctant to pull out. He's feeling more alive now, invigorated. She smiles up at him, kissing him quickly, following as he lies on his back. Before she mounts him, she assesses him, staring deeply into his eyes. "We can stop if you want."

He shakes his head, guiding her hips down. "I don't want to." He smiles, kissing her valid worries away.

She whines as he thrusts inside, stretching her again. He doesn't want to give her room to doubt. She saw his familiar face distant look creeping in despite his best efforts. His fingertips gently massage her ass, feeling her tail swipe back and forth between his legs. Her hands rest on his shoulders, her ass rocking back against his thighs.

"You're perfect. So perfect." He whispers as she lifts her hips slightly, trying to find a comfortable pace on her knees.

She rolls her eyes, trying to suppress the smile, moaning out instead. "You're so... Handsome." She replies quickly, feeling his grip tighten on her hips.

His brow quirks up as he smirks, "Oh, go on." He slowly takes over the pace, finding a comfortable rhythm.

She squirms above him, trying to handle his languid thrusts while trying to answer his question, gasping every time he fully sheathes her. "Ah... The Gods took their time... When creating you..." She barely can make out her compliment as he varies his speed, watching as her face contorts with ecstasy.

"They really did, darling, but..." He quickens his thrusts, delighted with himself when her tail wraps around his shin for leverage against his relentless strokes. "I think you could do better."

She whimpers, her nails digging into his shoulders, her breasts bouncing between her arms. "Fuck. Astarion. Please." Her stomach tenses from the immense pleasure. He groans with her, her warm walls clenching around his cock. Her moans become his favorite song, his name on her lips only increasing his need for her. He focuses on the pain from her nails digging into his skin, pounding as hard as he can as she loses her grip, laying on top of him as she cries into his neck. 

He slows, giving her a chance to catch her breath, edging her as she rocks her hips, slowly riding him. She sits up after a moment, her eyes still closed as she tries to get more comfortable on her knees after the pummeling. He closes his eyes, enjoying her taking her time, his cock nestled deep inside, his tip pressing against her c-spot. She squirms again as she tries her best to ride him, her legs shaking. He smiles up at her, her brown skin with a soft sheen of sweat.

"Every time I move, I get so overwhelmed." She says quickly, turning her head away from him as she rocks her hips. She glances down at him through her lashes, checking to see if he's still present.

His eyes are hungry as he digs his fingers into her skin, starting to take over the pace again. "My love, I am lost in your pleasure. Those beautiful brown orbs hypnotize me." He starts his thrusts again, her eyes shut tight, her tail gripping him hard. She leans down, wrapping her arms around him as she comes undone above him, his name sung to the heavens. She tosses her head back as she holds herself still against his thrusts. She makes fists against his chest, her orgasm taking her vision. 

He's proud of himself, feeling her contract and gush around him. Her pleasure belongs just to him, no one else. He moans with her, not giving her time to relax this time as he leans up, wrapping her in an embrace as he buries his head in her neck, sucking on the sensitive skin. He grinds against her in this new position, panting against her hot skin. He lifts his hips against her, rutting against her, his tip convulsing inside.

She's too perfect, too close to the sun and like some mortal flying close, he dares try, unafraid of burns. He almost bites her neck out of habit, to eat and spill his seed as he's done for the past centuries. He stops himself, giving her soft unhurried kisses along her neck and chest, as he twitches inside with each thrust. He is so used to going as fast as he can once he feels himself about to cum. Always a race, but he takes his time, feeling more sensitive each time he thrusts inside.

The urge to relentlessly pound her does wash over him, but he keeps at it, her moans cheering him on. He tenses each time her ass comes flush against his skin, nostrils flaring. "Sarnarei..." He whimpers her name, his hands wrapping around her back. "I love you. I..."

She doesn't say it back, not having a chance as she feels his engorged tip pressing against her cervix. She holds him close to her chest as he pants, his body contracting as he holds his hips up, his cock erupting deep inside of her womb.

Neither of them says anything, their haggard breaths and soft sighs fill the silence. Her fingers massage his damp scalp while the others make a small circular pattern on his shoulder. If he could sleep, he would. He would sleep for eternity in her arms. He glances up at her after a moment, a sleepy smile on his face. She returns the sleepy smile, too tired to check him over and assess him. "I love you too," She finally replies, her voice hoarse.

She moves from his lap, letting his now flaccid cock slip out. She whimpers, missing the fullness. Astarion rolls his eyes as he pulls her into a cuddle, staring up at the wooden ceiling. "I was so nervous before..." He admits, laughing to himself.

"Nervous?" She asks, worries lining her face.

"I know. How could I be nervous about something as easy as this." His voice is light but his expression serious as he glances down at his partner. "I wanted you. Craved you. I starved and you brought me back to life. I felt so connected." The worries disappear as she kisses his shoulder. "I still will need more time before we make this a regular occurrence again."

Sarnarei traces another mindless pattern on his chest, nodding. "Take all the time you need. I'll always be here. You know I won't mind." Her smile is warm and understanding. Always so understanding.

He lifts her face towards his, the chaste kiss deepening as he pulls her closer, his thigh brushing against her still swelling clit. She whimpers against his mouth, breaking the kiss. "I can still tease though," Astarion says cheekily.

"Don't tease me too much. I don't know if I can go again." She whines hiding her face.

"Well, in that case, we should probably go down to see this comedian."

Sarnarei grimaces as she lifts her head, feeling exhausted. "We could just stay here."