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"I did," Vim said. "How are you feeling?" |
"You know, you actually helped me with a task for therapy," Ptem told him. "Shilvik said I had to take a break for a whole day before I saw them next. He was very clear that I was not to be productive in any way and that the only things I should do should be in pursuit of fun and relaxation. I didn’t have a plan, but I... |
Vim shifted so he was leaning over Ptem and gently dragged the tip of his claw down her sternum. "I’m glad to hear it," he said, giving Ptem a filthy grin. "But if they said you had to spend the whole day relaxing, then we aren’t finished yet. You wouldn’t want to half-ass your therapy homework, would you?" |
"Is that a proposition, love?" Ptem asked. He rolled onto her front and pressed himself close to Vim. "I’d never half-ass anything. You’re welcome to my whole ass." |
Vim growled and palmed Ptem’s ass. "I love you, Ptem," he said, squeezing his soft flesh. "That was a promise. I intend to be very thorough." He moved down Ptem’s body and settled between her legs. He kneaded his ass before slipping his thumbs between her cheeks and pulling her open for his mouth. "Beg me for it," he... |
When it was time for dinner, Vim suggested they finally get up so he could take Ptem out somewhere nice to eat and then see a show Ayerin was performing. Vim wanted to dance with Ptem. They got dressed and headed downstairs. |
"Nice to finally see you," Djemari said as they looked up from their book. "I’m surprised you’re up. It sounds like you’ve been busy." |
Ptem glanced at Vim. He looked pleased with himself but his face was flushed a bright pinkish-orange. "Yes, we were. It’s been a great day," Ptem said cheerfully, turning to face Djemari. |
"Can you blame me? You know what Ptem’s like," Vim said, grinning. He took Ptem’s hand in his and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. |
Ptem’s face grew warm and he glanced towards Djemari, who returned her gaze with a wide grin. Ptem smiled and winked at them. |
"I really can’t. I know what she was wearing," Djemari chuckled. |
"Then I owe you a thank you for taking her shopping," Vim joked. "Remind me to take you drinking some other night. Tonight, I’m taking my beautiful partner out." |
Djemari told them to have fun and said they were waiting for Lark to get home from whatever crimes she was out committing so they could go out as well. |
"Maybe we’ll see you around," they said. |
"Enjoy," Vim said, holding the door open for Ptem. |
You wake slowly to a body hovering over your own, a hair’s breadth from touching. Soft breath on your neck sends goosebumps cascading down your skin; cool fingers brush your hair aside and you arch into the gentle touch, still half-asleep, following sensation over rational thought. |
The hand freezes and you hear a sharp intake of breath before the presence is gone and the cool night air washes over you. You pry open your eyes and sit up to see Astarion half-crouched by your bedroll, eyes wide and locked on yours with something very like fear. |
"What—?" You begin, but he interrupts. |
"It’s not what it looks like," he starts, hands held up placatingly. "I wasn’t going to hurt you. I just need a little ... well ... blood." He’s backing away slowly as he whispers, and without thinking you reach out and grab his hand before he’s out of reach. His eyes widen even more and flit between your face and your... |
"So," you begin, voice still rough with sleep. You’re still holding his hand, not yet understanding what’s going on, but knowing that this–he–feels tenuous, impossibly fragile, primed to shatter at the lightest touch. "You’re, what, a vampire or something?" |
His hand twitches in yours, but he doesn’t let go. Clears his throat. "Well, yes. Sort of. Vampire spawn, if you want to be technical." He watches your face intently, waiting for your reaction. |
"Not a full vampire, then?" |
He shakes his head. "No," he admits. |
"So ... would I ... change, if you bit me?" |
He shakes his head again. "No. I have all of the characteristics, but few of the powers. I’m just .. weak. I can’t think. I normally feed on animals, but I can’t hunt. If I could just have a little, I could think better, fight better ..." he trails off, his eyes shifting down to your neck, his tongue tracing a line bac... |
You realize you’re simply staring when he moves his eyes back to your face. As he catches your expression, something sparks in his: heat, excitement. "Can I?" He asks softly, raising up on his knees to lean in closer to you, reaching out hesitantly to place his hand at the base of your neck. "Just a little taste? Pleas... |
He’s practically begging, lightly tracing your throat with his fingertips, and although somewhere in your mind you know he’s manipulating you, you find you don’t really care; all you can do is tilt your head back in invitation. He groans, low and pained, and his hand moves to cradle the back of your head as he lays you... |
You lay back, tilting your chin higher to allow him easier access to your neck, and he moves to resume his position over you, one of his legs finding its place between yours. You aren’t sure what to do with your hands, so you settle for gripping your blanket in an attempt to keep from putting them under his shirt to fe... |
With one hand still cradling your head, Astarion moves his other hand to lightly trace the line of your throat up from your collarbone, ending by gently but firmly gripping your jaw. He dips his head to inhale deeply against your neck, and you can’t suppress your shiver at the sensation. |
Astarion chuckles darkly, lips moving feather-light against your skin. "I had no idea you’d be so receptive to this, pet," he teases, "I should have asked sooner." His voice is low with desire, although you’re not sure if it’s for your body or your blood. You kind of hope it’s both. You can’t help but arch into him, se... |
"Yes," you whisper, tensing, whimpering as you feel his fangs pierce your skin–whether in pain or pleasure, you couldn’t say. You find your hands have moved of their own accord to grip his arms, holding him to you. He moans; the hand that was gently cradling your head fists in your hair, the other gripping your jaw tig... |
Astarion responds almost instinctually, shoving your legs apart with his knee and quickly settling his hips against yours, the hand on your jaw sliding roughly down your side to circle your waist and raise you just slightly. The sensations overwhelm you: his teeth in your neck, now a dull, distant ache; his hand fisted... |
Your hips involuntarily grind against him, and you gasp as you feel the evidence of his arousal. He responds in kind, thrusting his hips against you as he takes his fill of your blood. You are barely conscious of your movements, seeking friction and release for the tension coiling in your belly. You’re both moaning now... |
He stops suddenly, pulling away quickly before resting his forehead on your shoulder. "That was ... amazing," he sighs, his cool lips and the warmth of your blood on them contrasting deliciously on your skin. He licks your wounds gently, almost reverently, cleaning off any residual blood. "Delicious," he murmurs. "Must... |
"Astarion ..." you are too tired to say much, but you reach a hand out to him. |
"Don’t worry, pet," he soothes, tracing gentle circles on your inner thigh with his thumb. "You were perfect. And as for the ... shall we say extra? Well ..." he trails off, taking in the sight of you: legs spread and loosely wrapped around him; skin flushed with desire; eyes heavy with exhaustion. He smirks at you, d... |
He walks away, confident, gorgeous, and you fall asleep admiring the view before he makes it back to his tent. |
The campfire is burning low, a few scattered party-goers still meandering around, talking quietly and slowly pairing up and sneaking off to find a quiet place together. |
You and Astarion are sitting by the fire, people-watching and drinking together. He sips from a bottle of wine, grimacing at the taste as he stares into the flames, nose crinkling adorably (although you’d never tell him so). "I must say," he muses, "I never saw myself as the hero. And now that I’m here ..." He pauses t... |
You really shouldn’t laugh, but it escapes you anyway. "Poor baby," you tease, sipping on your own bottle of wine. "Just think of all the goblins you got to kill to get here." |
He perks up a bit at the thought. "True ... that was fun," he grins. "Still, I would’ve liked more for our efforts than a pat on the head and vinegar for wine, but you just had to insist the tieflings keep their money." |
You shrug. "We don’t need their coin. We have a master thief on our team." Then you grin and nudge him with your elbow. "And you’re not too bad at it, either." |
He rolls his eyes, but you can see the ghost of a smile threatening to break through on his lips. "Darling, please. You’ve still got a lot to learn before you’re as good as me." |
"Oh?" You tilt your head and look at him, considering. The firelight casts a warm glow on his skin, and you can almost see what he would have looked like before he was changed. His eyes would have been brown, you think; a rich, warm chocolate that you could easily get lost in. Or possibly blue, an electric sapphire tha... |
The shift in your tone catches his attention and he looks up at you. You recognize the gleam in his eyes: it’s the same as a few nights ago, when you let him feed on you for the first time; excitement and insatiable hunger wrapped up in lust. |
He leans in, smirking. "What would you have me teach you?" He purrs. |
You pretend to consider your answer, leaning back on your hands and tilting your head to expose your neck. His eyes are immediately drawn to it and you see him lick his lips. "I suppose you could teach me how to make you beg," you say slowly. |
He meets your eyes again and his are aflame, red irises seeming to actually be on fire in the flickering light. He stands and grabs your hand, pulling you with him as he heads away from the camp. |
You grin to yourself, content to go along for now. You’re reasonably sure he doesn’t mean to kill you, and more than that, you’re confident in your ability to get a stake in him if the need arises. |
The two of you reach a clearing and he turns to you, roughly grabbing your waist and backing you up against a tree, wedging a knee between your legs and pinning you there with his body. He brings his mouth to your ear, nipping lightly at the pointed tip before whispering, "What makes you think I’ll beg, pet?" |
You run your hands up his arms and around his neck, lightly running your fingers through his hair. "I think you like begging," you whisper in his ear. "I think you like pleasing, and being told you’re good. You like being rewarded, don’t you?" |
He groans and presses against you, taking your chin in his hand and kissing you. This is no gentle first kiss between new lovers; this is hungry, rough, needy. He thrusts his tongue into your mouth, not exploring but claiming, conquering, and you surrender willingly. You slip your hands under his shirt and run them ov... |
He tugs roughly at your shirt, trying to get it off of you while keeping his lips on you at the same time. He breaks from your lips for just a moment, long enough to rid both of you of your shirts, and then his mouth is back on you. This time, however, he moves to kiss your neck, biting lightly as his hands find your b... |
"What’s that?" You barely get the words out before his mouth replaces his hands on your breast, teasing the nipple with little flicks of his tongue. |
His hand finds its way downward to your waistband, dancing along it but not dipping below, driving you mad. You couldn’t say how long he teases you like this, hands ghosting over your body, mouth kissing, sucking, nipping your skin. You’ve forgotten what question you asked–or even that you asked a question at all–until... |
"Are you sure?" You grin at him and slide a hand down his stomach to palm his erection. "I can’t help but feel like you’d like to be told what a good little pet you are," you tease as you give him a gentle squeeze. Gods, he’s big. It’s going to be a good night. |
His hand tightens a bit more and he smirks. "Oh, I know how good I am." He moves closer and whispers against your lips, "Let me show you." |
You try to close the distance to kiss him again, but he holds you in place and stays just out of reach, teasing you. His other hand traces feather-light touches over your body, every touch stoking the heat in you and providing no relief. |
You squeeze him again, a little rougher, and he makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat before gathering both of your wrists in his free hand and pinning them to the tree above your head. |
He steps back and admires the state he has you in: hands held above your head, one hand on your throat, your skin pebbling in the cool night air. His eyes meet yours, dark and intense, and he smiles; it is a dangerous smile, and any last vestige of resistance within you melts at the sight of it. |
Astarion feels you relax and nods approvingly, stepping closer. "That’s more like it, love," he murmurs before finally kissing you again. "Now, if you promise to listen, we can keep going." You nod, making him tighten his hands. "I need your words, love." |
"I’ll listen," you whisper. "I promise." |
He rewards you with another kiss, nipping lightly at your bottom lip. "Good," he says, before releasing you and moving to get your pants off of you. "You can move your hands now." |
You scramble to help him, reaching for his laces once your pants have been discarded, but he playfully slaps your hand away. "Not yet, love," he says as he kneels in front of you. "You first." |
He guides your right leg over his shoulder and wraps his arm around it, holding you in place. He places soft, teasing kisses on the inside of your knee and slowly works his way up the inside of your thigh, occasionally biting very lightly. His fingers tease at your lips, slipping between and stroking back and forth, in... |
You groan in frustration and he chuckles. "So needy," he murmurs, and then suddenly his face is buried between your legs, his tongue finding your clit at the same moment he pushes a finger inside you. You moan loudly, your hands immediately finding a hold in his hair. He tries to start slow, but you urge him on with yo... |
This appears to be a situation in which he doesn’t mind giving up control, and he lets you set the pace you need as you chase your orgasm, moaning as you pull at his hair. That silver tongue of his is definitely good for something more than smart-ass remarks, you think, and his long, graceful fingers stroke you perfect... |
He slows, working you through the aftershocks; then he grins up at you, a real, genuine smile, if a little prideful, and you’re breathless for entirely different reasons that you refuse to examine. He gently lowers your leg and then stands. You move to kneel in front of him, eager to return the favor, but he stops you ... |
"On your back," he orders softly, giving you a gentle push. You lay back, stretching, reveling in the feel of the soft grass on your skin. He watches you, standing as he slowly unlaces his pants; the moonlight reflecting off his skin brings to mind statues carved from ancient marble, cold and eternal. |
You move your hands over your body as you watch him, impatient to have him close again. One finds its way down to run gentle, slow circles around your clit and you sigh, closing your eyes and giving in to the pleasure already building again in your core. |
You can’t see it, but Astarion watches you for a moment, now fully undressed, lazily stroking his cock, and he smirks. "Did I give you permission to touch yourself, pet?" He asks in a low, dangerous voice. |
Your eyes fly open to meet his and you bite your lip as you shake your head, but you don’t stop moving your hand. It feels too good, knowing he’s watching, knowing you’ve broken a rule. |
He joins you on the ground, holding himself over you, and slowly kisses his way up your neck to your ear. "If you get yourself there without me, you won’t get to come again tonight," he warns you. |
You whine, impatient, but also move your hand to rest on his arm. You were so close, and your need is almost palpable, but he is determined to take his time. He settles himself between your legs, the tip of him just brushing against you. You wiggle, trying to draw him closer, draw him in, and he chuckles. "Such a deman... |
You smile and rock your hips again. "Yes," you agree, "I am. Now fuck me, please." |
He groans and then moves slowly. You gasp as you feel his cock push into you and he stills. You growl, frustrated, and dig your fingers into his back, trying to force him forward with your legs wrapped around his waist. |
He laughs again. "Patience, pet," he soothes. "I don’t want to hurt you." |
"I don’t fucking care," you groan. "Hurt me. Just fuck me." You punctuate it with a bite on his shoulder, hard enough to bruise but not break the skin. |
You can feel him shudder, feel his cock twitch, but he laughs and holds you still. "Astarion, please," you whine, but he merely kisses your neck gently. |
"We’ll get there, pet," he soothes, "but you have to be patient." You growl in frustration and try to roll your hips to draw him farther in, but his grip on you is tight and you can’t move. |
"The more you move, the longer I make you wait," he warns you, and the threatening note in his voice makes you shiver even as you try to be still. He smirks and kisses you softly on your neck, murmuring, "Much better," as he carefully pushes farther in. "Just imagine if they could hear you now," he teases. "What would ... |
He finally bottoms out, and you relish the way you can feel yourself stretching to take all of him. If you move just so, the feel of him sends delicious shivers down your spine, so you do, or at least you try to. He sits up and grabs your hips in both hands to hold you still. |
"Astarion, please, fuck–" |
"That’s it, pet," he breathes, pulling out slowly before slamming back in. "Beg for me." |
"Please, Astarion, please, fuck me, I need it, fuck–"The words leave your mouth without your permission, spilling out with the intensity of your need. "I need you to fuck me, please–" |
He moans and tosses his head back, thrusting in roughly again. He feels amazing, just barely not too big, and you can’t help but roll your hips again, already feeling another orgasm building low in your core. |
"Yes, gods, yes, fuck, just like that–" |
"Hush, pet," he soothes, smoothing your hair away from your face just to fist his hand in your hair. "I’ve got you." |
Astarion begins thrusting faster, harder, abandoning all pretense of caution. He kisses your neck, your shoulder, your chest; you pull his hair and bite his shoulder, drawing delicious moans from him as your hands dig into his back. His thrusts become more erratic as he draws closer to finishing; you can feel yourself ... |
His hand is in your hair, deliciously pulling it; he’s kissing and licking your neck obsessively, and then he asks softly, "Can I?" You moan at the thought, but he continues before you can answer: "Please? Just a taste," he begs, slowing his rhythm as he waits for your answer. "Please, I just need a little. You taste ... |
"Yes," you interrupt, "yes, fuck, please–" |
"Come for me, then, love," he whispers before sinking his fangs into your neck, and gods help you, you obey as though you were only waiting for his command. This orgasm hits hard and slow, whiting out all coherent thought. Astarion thrusts even harder, prolonging your pleasure, taking you higher than you thought was ph... |
You gently run your fingers through his hair, smirking in satisfaction at the complete mess you’ve made of it. It’s dangerously intoxicating to see him undone, even if just for a moment. |
Astarion rolls to lay on his back, tucking you into his side with your head on his shoulder. You lay quietly, dozing, and eventually slip into sleep with his arm still around you, tracing patterns on your skin with his fingertips. |
You wake some time later to sunshine on your skin and the sounds of birds singing. Astarion still lays next to you, eyes open and contemplating the rays of morning sun filtering through the leaves above you, a small smile on his face. He notices that you’re awake and without taking his eyes off the leaves, he says soft... |
You snort ungracefully. "You already bedded me, Astarion," you laugh, "you don't need to bring out your best lines." |
He laughs, just for a moment, a genuine laugh that brings out his real smile again and your insides go all gooey. Cut the shit, you tell them sternly. We are not going down that road. |
"Oh, darling, I can assure you that I have been very active for the last two centuries," he says somewhat proudly. "No, you were my first, ah, human dining experience." |
Your brow furrows in confusion. "I–what?" |
He sighs, gesturing emphatically with his hands in what you’re beginning to recognize is nervousness. "Well," he huffs, "Cazador never let me feed on people. It was always rats. Fresh, if he was feeling generous, which he usually wasn’t." |
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