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"The bed," he whispered while nuzzling his face into her hair. |
Without hesitation, she rose and climbed from the bath, carefully exiting and turning to wait for him to join her. No sooner was he out of the tub were the two once more in each other's arms, mouths locked together in a needy desire for more as their bare bodies pressed together. Step by step, he guided her backward to... |
At the bed proper she sat back upon it, noting the superior comfort and height of his bed to her own. The bed height was something he also considered, as it placed her hips at the right height for his use while remaining standing. Without reservation, he reached down to grab one of her thighs and lifted it as his eyes ... |
Encouraging him on, one of her hands slipped into his hair, as the other gripped the bedding in preparation for what was to come. Releasing her nipple, he once more l moved to kiss her on the lips, the shift in their alignment allowing for him to teasing bring the sensitive head of his cock to press to the lips of her ... |
The kiss was broken when she tilted her head back; throat bared as she panted with pleasure. Seizing her thighs, he used them for leverage and finally was free to claim the reward he’d waited the evening for. It took but a few moments for him to find the right pacing and angle to begin to sate their mutual needs. |
Still, she was not to be an utterly selfish lover, intent on taking from him without return. Pacing his thrusts, she bore down, gripping his length when it was buried deepest in her, before withdrawing. He’d more than earned his pleasure and she intended to reward him well for the evening's service. Even so, she strugg... |
"Ahhh, like that...." broken whispered encouragement from her, accented by his labored breathing. "By Llloth harder," not all words were tender. Evoking the name of the Spider Goddess, but a day before would have disturbed him. Only now, it spurred him on. The harder pacing of their mating evoked from her the lusty moa... |
With each thrust, the winding tension that pleasure evoked from him was building to his own finish. Through a pleasured snarl, he growled, "Where do I cum?" The tension in his toned battle-scarred body and the hungry urgency in his pacing were all clear signals that she’d need to answer with haste or risk carrying his ... |
Still breathing hard he reached out to gently stoke her long legs as she savored the peace of afterflow. Yvonstra, for her part, watched him, a content and knowing smile on her face. It was not until he looked down to her that she dragged two fingers through the cum upon her belly and made a deliberate show of licking ... |
With a huff, he blinked, looking to her and such a carnal act before offering a low, approving laugh. "If you keep this up, I won’t be able to report for duty in the morning." Accenting the point, he lifted his hand, admiring the passion of the bite mark for a moment. No doubt that would leave a scar, a welcome one. |
"Mhmmm, the day can have you...for now, I have your nights." She opened her arms to him, inviting him to accept her embrace and lay with her. "Stay with me for...tonight?" |
Not one to deny a lover's request, he carefully leaned forward and partially settled to rest atop her, returning her embrace as he supported himself on his knees and elbow above her. "Of course. But first, what is your name?" |
Dawn came too soon. As she slumbered in his bed, Arledge dressed himself for the day. Though he lacked the benefit of a full night's sleep, there was an undeniable relief and sense of refreshment to his previously worn and tired state. As he dressed himself, he paused to look at his nude body in the mirror. |
A life of hardship and peril had left him with scars of various types. Though a man of his middle ages, old broken bones ached in a way that made him feel older on cold nights. Yet, as he gazed upon himself in the mirror and reflected upon his own body he was reminded that he still had many years until he could hope to... |
Still, his latest wounds filled him with a sense of perverse...pride. With a sense of reverie, he lifted his injured hand and admired its still-fresh bite mark. Gazing upon the wound, it felt like a badge of honor, a bedroom war story that had earned him a military medal. His gaze wandered from the bite mark on his han... |
In the passion of the moment, such wounds were endured without hesitation. That her pleasure was his pain and in turn, his pleasure. Previous battle wounds had been a point of pride, a testimony to his endurance against the odds. These wounds were different, and that realization made him once more look to her sleeping ... |
Turning from the mirror to dress himself before heading out for the day, he swore one thing. Before returning from today’s patrol, he would stop by the local cleric's cottage. Once there, he’d purchase a charm to prevent them from conceiving a bastard. That assumes fate would be kind to him the coming night and not den... |
Dressed and ready to face the day, he left the room and walked down into the commons space in the tavern. But before he left the bedroom, Arledge made certain to put on his gloves and gauntlets. |
Later that morning, as he stood before the rough roster of the surviving local garrison, he clenched his armored fist just once, savoring the pain from the bite wound, thinking of her. This would be a good day. |
------------------------MORE TO COME SOON------------------Thank you for reading this far. I am trying to observe Forgotten Realms canon lore, but I also want some creative freedom with my writing. And yes, there will be tentacle sex soon. |
She recognised the signs of his hunger by now. She put her hand on her neck and caught his eye and he nodded. That night he came to her more private corner of the room and drew the curtains. |
He slid her shirt off, which surprised her. They’d unlaced it but not done this since he’d confessed he didn’t know how to feel about sex. |
"I don’t expect you to do that," she said. He needed the reassurance, sometimes. His gaze was hot. |
"I want to." Goosebumps erupted over her flesh, the heat of being desired. Her knees went weak as he ran a hand up her chest, her hot skin. He traced the ridges there and she sighed, closing her eyes. He lay her down and marked out the spot with his fingers; higher than he usually drank from, they would show over her c... |
She was used to this. She thought. But the pleasure that erupted through made her cry out, whole body flushing. His grip on her hip tightened and then a hand was snaking over her mouth, holding tight. Good. Better not to disturb the others, she thought until his hand was between her legs and she was incapable of thinki... |
Her hips drove up against his hand and he gave her exactly what she needed. She moaned as he found her clit, careful not to be too rough, but even so her wild bucking had robbed them both of control. She didn’t care. The need drove her onward, higher, but she was keenly aware they weren’t alone. |
Her tadpole squirmed as he reached out to it, shared his own pleasure- her blood roaring through his veins, her fast breaths, her whimpering moaning he was hardly masking. Let go. |
There was nothing for it. She tumbled helplessly over the edge, sobbing his name, and he swallowed it with a kiss. She panted after, eyes closed as lethargy took her limbs. Sleep took her soon after, blissful and dreamless. |
The others were wary around her. |
They hadn’t all been there when she had protected Astarion as he took seven thousand lives for his own good but they’d all heard about it, and looked at her differently. Worst of all, however, was that she’d woken up the next day powerless. |
She’d reached for her magic and- nothing. A yawning gap where it should be. She’d started to sob and Astarion was there in a heartbeat, holding her tight until she could speak. |
All she’d wanted was what was best for him. |
She knew how to use a mace, she wasn’t helpless without her powers. It wasn’t even that they had been stripped from her, really. She’d expected Lathander to withdraw his gifts sooner or later. It was that it had happened without so much as a dream, a declaration of her failure. |
The only ones who understood and didn’t treat her any differently were Gale, who expressed his sympathy and offered to teach her some spells, and Astarion. It was hard to do magic like this, to have to push for it where it had always been granted to her, but he was encouraging and an excellent teacher. Astarion was eve... |
She could not say she regretted what she’d done. The spawn lost would have done untold damage and Astarion’s eyes were brighter and his zest for life even greater now. After this was done, if he hadn’t ascended, he’d have been forced back to the shadows and she couldn’t imagine forcing him into that. He’d had enough fo... |
When she entered the room and Wyll looked away from her she turned sharply and left. Astarion followed her, took her to the roof. He pulled her close. |
"Do not let them concern you," he murmured. "My treasure, even if everyone else turns their back, I will be with you. I am grateful beyond what words can express for what you did for me." She shuddered in his arms. |
"I just- every decision I’ve made, someone has judged me for. I never wanted any of this. I didn’t want to be in this role you all have decided I am, of leader. I’m so afraid, Astarion." |
"What are you afraid of?" he asked, brushing her hair behind her ear. She looked him in the eye, opening her mouth to say everything. The Absolute, that she might fail, of what would happen if she did- but a very different answer came out instead. |
"That I’m going to be someone you forget in a few centuries," she whispered. The only one who had ever understood her, but she knew how short her life would be next to his. He held her tighter. |
"Dear one," he said, "I could never forget you." She searched his eyes, saw nothing but sincerity. "You gave me the sun. You gave me everything. And I want to give you what you need." His kiss was long and lingering and she emerged from it gasping for breath. "Meet me here tomorrow night," he said and she nodded. |
She hopped from foot to foot as she waited for him. When he emerged up the ladder he laughed softly. |
"Eager, my treasure?" In his hand he held a package. His lips curved in a smile as he handed it to her. She opened it to find a lace strip. She looked at him curiously. |
"What is it?" she asked. |
"All the rage at the moment, I’m told." His voice was amused. "Which serves me well. It is a choker- enchanted so that there are no pesky clips or bindings." She held it up once more, around her neck. It was a little long. He tutted and pulled her hand away. "Allow me, darling." She looked at it and at him. He waited f... |
She knew a collar when she saw one. She considered it, considered him, and felt warmth rush through her. Excitement burned in her at the heat in his eyes as she flushed, dipped her head in a nod. |
"On your knees, pet." Someone else might have galled at the term but she dropped immediately. "Lift your chin." His hands closed about her throat and he squeezed. Her body pulsed and she whimpered. He smiled and held out his hand; she placed the lace strip into it. He pulled it around her neck and she felt the magic in... |
"As long as you wear this," he hooked a finger under it, "I know you are mine." |
"And if it breaks?" she whispered. |
"It’s enchanted. It will hold no dust or moisture, tear by no hands but yours or mine." She lifted her hands to touch it and felt no obvious seam. |
"I want to see." Her voice was soft and he reached to her tadpole to show her. She saw herself on her knees, the dark lace standing out starkly against her red skin. Her eyes were lidded as he twisted his hand into her hair carelessly. |
"Beautiful," he said. "My treasure, that is not all I have for you." She watched herself lift her head, attentive, through his eyes. "I have thought about your fear, and I have an offer for you." She blinked, frowned. "I will never forget you. But I can make it so that you could see the centuries with me." He ran his t... |
"You’d do that?" she asked. |
"I can think of no better reward." She searched his gaze, and saw the truth in it. A reward, truly- and she would be putting herself under him for eternity. Never to be his equal. Always subordinate. "I would take responsibility," She swallowed through a suddenly dry throat, "For all things. You would need to take none... |
"You promise?" she could hear the desperation in her own voice. |
"I promise. Come here tomorrow night and you shall breathe your last- and wake up glorious." She yearned for the certainty he promised. He ran a hand over her cheek. "Think it over," he said. "This is not something that can be undone, and I do not want your final decision to be one you regret." She whimpered at the wor... |
"Those chains," she said. "They always looked nice- not that they’re practical-" he laughed. |
"When this is done," he promised, "You will never need to worry about practical again. If you would like chains, my treasure, then chains you will get." |
The room the party had rented out- the floor- was empty except for them and she did not know why. Astarion had a hand hooked about her collar as he pulled her to the mirror. She could feel him standing behind her but see only herself, as he started to undress her. She shivered, watching her clothes fall off as if by a ... |
When she was bared he turned her to face him. |
"I am going to fuck you," he said calmly, though his eyes blazed with heat, "And you are going to watch yourself fall apart for me, pet." She felt the infernal heat in her veins rise, prickle through her. |
"The others," she whispered. |
"I care not for them." And neither did she. In this moment all she wanted was him, she would have stripped down in front of the gods themselves for him, done whatever he wanted. He positioned her first, carefully- like a doll, she thought, and moaned softly. His teeth nipped at her throat as he hissed "mine," and she r... |
"I know," he said, manoeuvred them so he was sitting and she was on his lap. "All eyes on you, pet," he said and pushed inside her. She watched herself gasp and grind down, distracted from how strange it was to feel him underneath her, inside her and not see him. That she was clearly sitting on something. Her legs spre... |
He was cold but warmed up quickly inside her; she missed the cold almost as much as she welcomed the warmth. Her eyes closed to enjoy the sensation and a hand pulled at her horn, jerking her head up. They flew open with a gasp. |
"I told you to watch," he said. She burned with embarrassment she didn't know she could feel any longer. "This is the last time you will get to see this, pet. Commit it to memory." He peppered kisses along her shoulders, hooked a hand under her collar. "But I will have an eternity." |
He'd told her to wait, to be sure. She was. She'd never been so sure of anything. His knee jostled her. |
"Focus," he reprimanded her. She pressed her feet to the floor and started to fuck herself in earnest. It was surreal. She could hear her own gasping breaths, see her chest heaving. Hear his voice. At one point he let her wrists go and she clung to the seat handles as he played with her breasts, circled her nipples and... |
"I will have you painted like this," he told her, "Resplendent, beautiful, lost in pleasure. Hang it over our bed." A hand dipped between her legs and as soon as he touched her clit she was falling over the edge with a cry. He kept going, fucking her while rolling her clit between his thumb and finger, pinching her inn... |
"See how beautiful you are," he said, "The finest of painters could not capture your true beauty. We will have to try all of them to see who gets the closest." He bent down to slide his fangs into her shoulder and she jerked at the sharp pain, expected the pleasure that followed as he drank. Her head listed back at tha... |
He kept his hold on her as he slammed home and finally released himself. She could feel his seed fill her, see it dribble out as he finally pulled her off him and stood them up, supporting her as he did. She was exhausted and yet- she wanted to go again. She wanted to give him everything. |
"Tell me what you want," he said. |
"Fuck me," she gasped, "Please." She could feel his smile spread across his lips, close as they were to her ear. |
"Needy little thing," he laughed. "Once you are perfected, we will see how long you can go. Of course..." his fingers slid into her and she moaned, felt her inner walls press in on them, "We will need a baseline to compare to, won't we pet?" |
He’d fed on her many times. That started out as pain and washed into pleasure that left her hips bucking. At first he’d put a hand over her mouth during feeds and then taken her to a more private place where she could cry out, bringing her over the edge as he drank. But they’d stopped having sex when he’d confessed his... |
Now he was all over her again. Every night since he’d taken her to the roof so the others did not hear. He hadn’t always fed, but did things to her she’d never experienced and taught her exactly how to please him. She was learning that his pleasure was almost more satisfying than her own. |
But tonight was different. Tonight he was going to make her like him. He came with a dagger. |
"It will be needed for the turning," he explained as she eyed it. "I will take most of your blood, and then I will give you mine." He set it down. "You will die, and you will wake up and be more." He looked at the choker about her neck and smiled. "You will be mine." She had been for a long time, now. She had been sinc... |
She’d never been more sure of anything. |
"Yes." He smiled broadly. |
"Settle so you’re comfortable," he said. "This will hurt. Your body will resist me. I know you are not." She lay on her back on the ground and he knelt over her, lifted her to a sitting position with his hand. Met her gaze. "You will be more magnificent than you already are," he promised. He lifted the choker off her n... |
"No," she said. |
"I do not want to ruin it," he said. "You will be wearing it when you wake." He pushed her head to the side back to expose her artery and sank his fangs deep. The pleasure tore through her first, and then the pain. The world flickered before her eyes and her head swam as she shoved at him, her body screaming she wanted... |
"Drink," he ordered. |
She opened her mouth for him and he squeezed the wound so it would bleed. Once she started, she could not stop. Not until he was pulling away and pulled his sleeved down. She moaned thinly as he did but wasn’t able to protest. |
"That’s enough," he said gently. "I will stay with you, pet." He refastened the choker about her neck. "I will be right by your side." Her vision greyed. He held her hand between his own. "You will wake up mine," was the last thing she heard before the world went dark. |
Not them Astarion had told her before taking her into the sunlight, away from the companions she cared for but who were nothing but a source of food for her at that moment. It prickled on her skin, though she did not burn- the tadpole was protecting her. He was going to teach her to hunt. |
"Animals, I hope." Wyll's voice made her flinch, harsh, and Astarion drew her to his side. She curled into him. |
"Of course. We are civilised after all." Astarion's voice was cutting, and he led her from the room. |
Her gaze darted about, every beating heart roaring in her ears, and Astarion's hand was the only thing keeping her anchored. She clung to him and he held her back, followed him blindly. She did not know where they were going. The smell of alcohol, and then salt, became heavy and thick. She was aware of little else, the... |
"Stay yourself," he murmured. It was easy to obey. Instinctive. He stopped when they found a shady place and she could hear someone's heavy breathing. A bottle sloshed then crashed to the stones and she leaned forward, could feel her gut churning with the need- Astarion pinched her hard and she yelped. "Focus on me." S... |
She latched onto the man and she drank. |
She had never tasted anything so good. She moaned as she clawed at the man's body; he made a surprised grunt and tried to push back but she slammed him against the wall. He struggled against her fruitlessly, body going limp, and she could feel veins of the arm she gripped collapse. She drank until there was nothing lef... |
"Like a vampire," Astarion corrected her. "You are mine, and I will provide what you need." She trembled as she waited for the disgust to hit her, but only felt a curling satisfaction. Her eyes were wide. "That's right," he said. Was he reading her tadpole? Speaking from experience? She knelt before the corpse, unmovin... |
She should feel something about the man dead before her. About what she had become. She turned her gaze to Astarion and he smiled at what he saw, pulled her close and kissed her. A new hunger stirred in her, one he was all too glad to indulge. |
She could hear herself cry out, aware that the others could hear. They’d always found corners or gone to the roof since they’d started staying at the Elfsong but tonight Astarion had whispered in her ear pet, let me see what I’ve made and she was stripping down for him in the main room. The screen was up, she thought. ... |
He’d never been rough like this before, his hands clawing at her, holding her exactly where he wanted her. It almost satisfied the new hunger that burned through her, the need for blood. She arched against him and he curled an arm under her back, held her close to whisper to her. In her ear, her tadpole? She didn’t kno... |
"Oh pet," he purred, "You are wonderful." His other hand closed about her throat and she could feel every breath she took as he squeezed until she was seeing stars- and then screaming as pleasure erupted through her. He laughed as she shuddered through her orgasm, hips working constantly, and heard someone kick somethi... |
"Our sincerest apologies," she heard Astarion say, "Heat of the moment." She was languid on the bed as he pulled out, but he pulled her to a sitting position. "Now me, pet," he said and she opened her mouth on instinct. He petted her hair as he fucked her mouth, and this time he was definitely speaking to the tadpole- ... |
"You’d best dress, my treasure," he murmured in her ear. "Wouldn’t want the others to see what’s mine." He pressed a kiss to her upturned lips and then helped her dress, lacing her shirt up for her but leaving the bite marks that had taken her last breath visible. He lay her down when they were at least covered and wra... |
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