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Cordehlia and Aatarion embark on a new adventure in Waterdeep. Yes it’ll include Gale (much to Aatarion’s chagrin). 🎃 Halloween Special Companion Quest for “Our Blood is Thicker”
Lord Astarion x Cordehlia | E | 2.1K
📸 by @aristenfromwarsaw
Summary: At the request of their old Wizard companion, the Ascendant and his Raven arrive in Waterdeep the night before Liars’ Night. “A matter of utmost importance” needs their aid, a dangerous prospect with enemy Vampires, secret artifacts, and a good old fashioned Masquerade for the holiday 🎭🎃
CW: one impatient nepo baby Vampire Ascendant, one loving consort, and a silent graveyard in which they pass the time… (semi-public oral sex)
𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 1: 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮
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The sea air swept around them, chilling and salty, the damp clinging to their skin as they stood on the hill. Waterdeep was aptly named, Astarion thought with a roll of his eyes and pulled his cloak tightly, only the best wool to keep off the autumn bite from his precious skin. His eyes scanned the expanse beneath them. Tombs. The City of the Dead or some nonsense it was named. Stones and monuments sprawled out in every direction, a few mausoleums dotting the darkness here and there. He tried not to think too long on the strongest memory that occurred in such a plot… his own turning, the moment he crawled his way to the surface from his own grave. He tapped the bottom of his staff on the rock headstone beneath him. And it drew her attention, just as he hoped it would.
Cordehlia rounded on him, a glower on her pale face that chided him in the moonlight. “Keep it down, Astarion,” she hissed in that tone he had heard for decades, the one that still corrected him like he was a brat. She crossed over where he sat on a grave, grabbing the elegant black wooden stick and snatching it from his fingers. “Gale said it was a matter of utmost secrecy.”
A snort tore from his nose as Astarion snatched his stick back. “Please, my love. Gale couldn’t be more stereotypical. He decided to meet two vampires… in the City of the Dead… on the eve of Liar’s Night.” His hand gesticulated grandly to the perfect picture of a tawdry horror story. His crimson eyes rolled so far back in his skull, Cordehlia thought for a moment they would finally be stuck there.
“Gale, our friend, asked for our help,” she corrected.
“Well, he could have done it with more panache and less predictability,” he snapped in reply, pushing his lithe frame up from the stone. He crossed over towards Cordehlia, her black leather armor polished to a shine and catching the moonlight. A smirk turned his lips, his tongue wetting them and tasting the salt in the air as he licked. Astarion would never tire of that sight, the way her armor laid flawlessly sculpted over her curves, the body beneath even more deadly since she turned. Since she became his Bride. “You know,” he broke the silence, voice dripping with honeyed seduction, “have I told you enough how delicious you look in your armor, my Raven?” he purred, rubbing his finger over the etched swirls of feathers inlaid over her shoulders.
“You do mention it… every time I dress in it, and every time you undress me from it, my love,” Cordehlia replied, a tone in her voice that was supposed to sound annoyed…
But Astarion knew what it really meant. It meant she wanted him, wanting to taste him just as badly as he wanted to feast on her. “Hmm,” he hummed a laugh, his fingers tracing to her neck, featherlight in touch as he caressed the exposed skin, tracing the twin bite marks in the sweet vein on her right side. “You sound angry, are you perchance thirsty… or is there something else you want down your throat while we wait for the esteemed Wizard?”
Now it was Cordehlia who rolled her blood red eyes at the lewd insinuation, but she didn’t deny his assertion. Nor did she reject his offer….
“Well, my love,” his breath bathed her cheek as he leaned in to whisper, “on your knees if you care for a taste.”
Cordehlia leveled that look at him, the one that arched a brow and screwed her face to say, ‘You’ve got to be joking…’ But still she slid closer, licking her lips. Crickets chirped in the night, the call of night birds was the only other sound to break the deathly quiet in the graveyard. Until she sank to her knees and took his hand in hers, sucking his fingers inside her full and smiling lips.
Then, Astarion groaned, bracing one hand behind him on the closest monument. Her fangs, still sharp as ever, nicked the pad of his fingers, letting his blood coat her eager tongue. And gods, did she suck, hard enough to bring his fingers deep in her throat. Her little hums of feeding tickled his digits, reverberating through his nerves. “Hells, Cordehlia,” he groaned, “slow down, or this is going to be a short dalliance among the dead.”
She flashed those scarlet eyes up at him, opening her mouth to roll his fingers noisily around with her tongue. “Want to bet on how quickly I can make you come undone? Or would you rather be caught by our old friend with your pants down in a graveyard?”
The laugh that left his mouth was embarrassingly breathy, but Astarion couldn’t help it as she bit his finger harder and drank. Dramatically loud sucks made his pointed ears wiggle to hear them. Another loud groan slipped from his slacked mouth as her hands wandered up the soft velvet of his breeches to snap open the fasteners. Her undead breath was still warmer than the night sea air, her inhale and exhale over his length instantly made him ache and tighten. Anticipation. She was ruthless with it.
Her hair was tied back, off her face. But even still, those ginger tendrils at her temple always seemed to slip free, and Astarion twirled them, sliding his fingers into the mess at the nape of her neck, savoring the way her head bobbed and turned as she took him inside.
“Hells,” he cursed again as she sucked with abandon. Her jaw strained to take him deeper, those little hums of delight adding to the tingle of arousal in his sex.
Releasing him, she laved her tongue up his shaft from base to cockhead, laughing. “Think if I make you say that enough times, you summon a portal?” she taunted, flicking her tongue over that weeping slit at the tip.
Astarion just chuckled, pushing her back to sucking. “I’d rather not. I don’t want to see another of Gale’s ‘I’m so disappointed in you’ expressions…” He would have kept complaining, but the way Cordehlia began to take him with such ferocity now stilted his breath and made his knees bend and go weak. A high-pitched whine left his lips as he bent forward, just a bit, just enough to enjoy the sight of his cock disappearing into her sucking lips and hollowed cheeks.
Fingers gripped tighter in her hair, almost as tight as his balls drew up just as he grew closer to that sweet release. “Yes… my love,” he praised, “hurry…”
And Cordehlia obeyed giving his cock just the right touches and licks in just the right places until he lost himself. His gasp of pleasure escaped him, fingers curled tight in her fiery hair as she swallowed his cum. Pulse after pulse, he felt nearly dizzy as he came, the world around him narrowed down to her tongue swirling and her throat closing on his cock as she savored the taste of him.
“Mmmm,” he finally purred, voice warm and pleased as he caressed her cheek. “I think I’ll be able to endure Gale’s presence so much better now, now that I’m sated.”
“Wouldn’t want you in a crabby mood, would we, Lord Astarion…” that warm, familiar voice sounded from beside them, just over the broken headstone near them.
“Shit,” Astarion cursed as he stowed his cock quickly. Then he turned, finding just the thing to irritate him the most. Gale’s face frowning, brown eyes narrowed and head wagging back and forth to say, ‘I’m so disappointed in you….”
Cordhelia gave her cheekiest, innocent grin as she stood. “I told him he’d be caught with his pants down,” her voice was pure petulant taunting, sing-song and mocking. And Astarion gave her a proper swat on her ass as payment.
“So insolent;” he scolded, that playful look on his face.
“Alright, alright,” Gale came closer, oozing exasperation. “Glad to see the time apart hasn’t changed the fact that you’re both a perfect pair of matching menaces.”
Astarion shrugged, “Well, when you look this good dead, and when it feels this good to…”
“Yes, alright!” Gale snapped, “Don’t push your luck, or I will cast Silence on you.”
Even as Astarion opened his mouth again, his face twisted in a sadistic and mischievous grin, Cordehlia interrupted, stepping between the men. “It’s good to see you Gale,” she chimed, her musical voice bringing an instant smile on the Wizard’s lips.
“The feeling is decidedly mutual,” he replied, looking squarely at Cordehlia. And not at her mate. “I am so very gratified you came. Your help is quintessential to the success of this venture that is imperative….”
“Yes, big important mission needs the Vampire Ascendant and his Bride,” Astarion crooned, repeating details from the missive they had received at the palace. Dramatically waving his hand, his lace cuff flapped in the breeze.
“Well… it’s more a requirement that I have the stealthiest couple in Toril, and the best Rogue I’ve ever encountered for such an ambitious endeavor. But before I impart any more of the sordid details, we must find a place more conducive for illicit activities and intrigue,” Gale held up a single finger before his lips.
Astarion’s eye twitched, that little tick in the corner of his right eye. “Rogue?” He exclaimed, the deep offense taken at the title saturating the single word. “You brought me all the way out here in the cold, damp air because you needed a… rogue?” Hip cocked, hands akimbo, face skewed in indignation, Astarion’s voice grew shriller and shriller. “I’ll have you know I gave up throwing the finest, most hedonistic affair Baldur’s Gate would ever have seen just to drag my sorry undead ass here to—”
His words were drowned out as a portal opened beside them, the hissing and sting of magic flowing around them in bright purple waves. Before another complaint could come from the Vampire Lord, Cordehlia grabbed his hand and yanked him with all her own undead strength through the portal.
The scent of parchment and old books, of woodsmoke and mint filled her nose as Cordehlia stepped to the otherside, dragging her love after him. Aatarion drew up short, instantly pulling his hand from her hold. “You’re joking,” he chuffed. “All that secrecy to end up in your bloody tower? I swear to all the gods except Mystra, you are melodramatic. You could have just had us come here where…”
Gale folded his arms. The mere look of chastisement on his face, the disapproving school teacher, so honed in the time since their adventures, instantly shut the vampire lord up. “It's not that I’m being inhospitable, far from, my friends. I’m being watched. This tower is being watched. And it’s a particular coven of Vampires that has me under their scrutiny.”
Aatarion’s stare hardened. “Alright, I’ll bite. Why do you have Vampires after you, Gale? You're about as boring and… tasteless… as they come.” The grin on his pale face showed he meant every bit of his insulting pun.
Gale couldn’t help but give a humored chuckle as he wagged his finger. “Always good for a laugh, you are.” The Wizard sat himself in the well-worn armchair near the fire, the mantle beside him sooty and black with constant use. But that fire, it danced and roared, the very image of merry warmth. After the cold bite of the autumn wind and the wet chill of the graveyard, Cordhelia couldn’t help but warm her undead hands over it. Gale gestured to the chair opposite. “Please, Astarion…” he smiled with equal cheeriness. “Or must I address you formally?”
“My lord would suffice,” Astarion smirked, flipping the tails of his coat as he sat himself down. “But for you, I won’t stand on ceremony, not for a friend.”
Gale’s smile quirked to one side. “Seems your Raven has had a most domesticating effect on you, Astarion. Tell me, Cordehlia, is he housebroken yet?”
Cordehlia snorted her laugh. “Never,” she teased back. “But maybe you had better tell us your purpose before you insult the Ascendant’s sensibilities beyond repair.”
Suddenly, a weight seemed to fall on their companion’s shoulders, his frame slumping forward as he began to stare into the fire, as he was want to do. “I’ve made some enemies, dear friends. In my relentless pursuit of knowledge for the betterment of academia, I crossed the coven of Vampires here in Waterdeep. I had something they wanted. They took this most invaluable treasure from me before I could claim it. Now…” he lifted his gaze to the pairs of crimson eyes locked on him. “I need a fighter and a rogue to help me take it back.”
