#bg3 patch 4

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“Can we talk?” you said, standing in front of Astarion at the campfire. 

His face fell and worry settled in his stomach, “Of course.” he said as you two walked to your tent. 

“Is something wrong? Did I do something?” he fumbled.

You felt bad making him worry, but this was something that needed to be discussed in private. “Everything is fine my love, you haven’t done anything wrong.” you held his hand.

His eyes watched you intently, trying to figure out what could be going on. You had been together for a while, what could have changed? 

“I wanted to ask you something… I just wanted to establish what exactly you are comfortable with so I don’t cross any of your boundaries.” you played with your fingernails, feeling embarrassed despite there being no need. 

Astarion held your face, kissing you softly and pulling you close. He smiled at you brightly, “And here I was worried something was wrong.”

“Nothing is wrong with you near.” you kissed his cheek.

“Well… to begin… what are you comfortable with?” he asked you, holding your hands, moving to sit you both down on his bed roll. 

“Anything as long as it’s you.” you said confidently. 

He looked at you, shocked and confused. “Truly?” he asked.

You nodded your head smiling at him, “I know you love me, I know you’d never want to hurt me…” 

“Never.” he said, quickly kissing your knuckles.

“I know that if I don’t like something you’ll stop. So, yes, anything. As long as it’s you.” 

Astarion looked into your eyes, nothing but love was reflected in them. You trusted him with you. Your body, your mind, your soul. Everything was his for the taking, nothing asked in return except for knowing he loved you too. Astarion wanted your body, he just didn’t exactly know how. How to love, not just fuck. He dropped his hands to the laces on the front of your shift, pulling them loose gently. He looked at you, waiting for you to stop him. His hands were shaking, he felt like a clumsy virgin. 

You took his hands in yours, “Darling, you don’t have to do that. I didn’t talk to you about this to guilt you into sex. I talked to you so I can make you feel comfortable and safe, always.” 

“I… do want to.” he paused, searching for the right words. “I just… don’t know how. Sex has always been… a duty. Something I was forced into. I don’t know the difference between fucking and loving.” he felt so disappointed in himself, so stupid.

“Can I show you?” you asked him softly.

Astarion watched you with big eyes, feeling immensely vulnerable. He nodded, whispering, “Yes.”

You slid your shift off. You stood before him completely exposed. You took one of his hands, holding it tightly. “Do you want to touch me?” you asked.

“May I?” he flicked his eyes to yours. 

You nodded, smiling at him. Astarion’s shaking hands went to your face, he held you close to him bringing you into a sweet kiss. Your hands rested on his chest. You felt his hands slide down your shoulders, hips, down to your ass where he groped clumsily.

You chuckled slightly, pulling away, playing with the curls at the base of his neck.

“What?” he mumbled.

“You look different.”

“What do you mean?” he said, running his hands curiously up your waist. Fingers ghosting over the sides of your breasts. 

You hummed at the sensation of him touching you, body alight with want. “You look curious, like you’ve never been with me.”

“This is different from the clearing…” he said, a bit of hurt flashing across his eyes. As much as you reassured him that you understand why he did that, a part of him would never forgive himself. He used your body for his own gain, caused you the same pain he had felt for years. 

You could see him drifting, “That’s not you. This… this is you.” you said holding his hand over your heart while you held yours to his. 

Astarion nodded repeatedly before taking his own shirt off. He looked flawless in the moonlight cascading on his skin from the gap in the tent flap. You waited for him to touch you. He took your hand, pulling you into his lap as he sat on his bedroll. He pulled your hips down so you were sitting on him completely. He kissed your neck and chest repeatedly before taking a nipple into his mouth. Your breath caught in your throat as he fondled your other breast. You could feel him beneath you, getting more excited by the second.

“You can touch me too…” Astarion said briefly before switching to your other nipple, ensuring they both got the same delicious treatment. He nipped at you gently, causing you to let out a groan. 

You felt him all over, his touch rilling you up even more. Astarion bucked his hips up slightly. You both pulled away, equally surprised by the action. “I… umm… do you… we could…” Astarion stumbled over himself. You had never seen him so… him. His sultry, seductive self was nowhere to be seen. Underneath so much was this soft, kind vampling who cared so deeply about you. 

“Do you want to have sex?” you asked him, smoothing your thumbs over his face. 

Astarion nodded quickly which made you laugh, “Show me what you like.” you said kissing his cheek.

Astarion shifted slightly, pulling his pants off so you were both bare. He led your hand between his thighs, gasping when you softly started tugging him off. His head fell back, he gripped your thighs tightly. You went on for a minute before he pulled your hand away, breathing heavy. He moved his cock between your folds, both of you moaning at the feeling. He slipped himself inside, groaning loudly at the sensations. He felt positively euphoric, focusing on his own pleasure. You gently started riding him, searching his face for anything that indicated he was uncomfortable. He was letting out the sweetest noises as you picked up speed. He brought his hand to your clit, circling it over and over again while the other played with your tits. Both your pleasure builds intensely. Astarion began meeting the roll of your hips, he was covered in a sheen of sweat. Aching for the release he craved. You kissed his neck, nipping hickies into his pale skin. You came first, fluttering around him. You bit down into his shoulder so you didn’t cry out. You rode him through the overstimulation, determined to make him cum. His breathing became even more erratic, panting out praises. You felt him come undone, his body relaxing beneath you. You waited for a moment, breaths returning to normal. 

Astarion kissed up your chest, laying you down with him. He laid on his back and looked at the ceiling. Worry crossed your face, “Are you alright?” your voice wavered. 

Astarion smiled at you, “Heavenly… positively heavenly.” His eyes were hazy. He kissed over your face leaving butterfly kisses everywhere. You both laid in the afterglow, whispering words of love and affirmation to one another. 

“What?” you could see a question resting on his face. He waved you off dismissively, embarrassed with his question. You insisted, “Pleaseeeeee?” 

Astarion chuckled before pulling you into a kiss, “Can we do it again?” 

You laughed, rolling him on top of you “Of course.”

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