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"And you’re surprised?" He challenges. |
It’s your turn to grin. "Not at all, love," you say sweetly. "I was counting on it." |
You stand up and he reaches for you. "Wait–" |
"Oh, I’m not leaving," you assure him. "I came here expecting to get off, and you’re going to make sure that happens. Strip." |
He frowns at you. "I think you’ve forgotten who is in charge here, pet," he grumbles. |
You’ve managed to remove everything except your underwear, and you lean down to roughly cup his jaw, digging your nails into his skin ever so slightly. His eyes dart between your face and the cleavage on perfect display at his eye level. "I’m in charge tonight, doll," you tell him. "Now strip." |
He scowls but does as you say, quickly removing the rest of his clothing. He steps toward you, reaching for you, but you back away, shaking your head. "On your back," you order, pointing toward his bedroll. |
"Pet–" he begins placatingly. |
"Don’t "pet’ me," you say sternly. "Lay. On your back. Now." |
He rolls his eyes but does as he’s told, shifting the pillows until he’s found a comfortable spot. |
You straddle him again and he grips your hips immediately, but you shake your head. "Hands off tonight, love," you tell him, and he looks at you in confusion until you remove his hands from you and place them palms-down on the bedroll beside your legs. "No touching." |
You give him a look. "You heard me. You didn’t listen, and you’re being a brat. So you get to watch me make myself come with your cock, and you don’t get to do anything about it." He moans at that, hips thrusting up into you involuntarily, and you laugh. "Oh, you like that, do you?" He nods, eyes bright with lust, and ... |
"I knew you would," you purr, dragging your hand up his throat to grip just under his jaw. "If you're good for me, I may let you touch me after I've gotten what I need. If you're very good, I may even let you come." |
"Fuck," he whispers, closing his eyes. |
You reach down and grab his cock with your other hand, rubbing the head against yourself, between your lips, using it to tease your clit. You can already feel your pleasure building and you moan, laughing breathlessly when he does the same. |
"Do you like watching me use your cock, doll?" You ask as you apply light pressure on the sides of his neck. |
"Fuck, yes," he moans, trying to thrust up into you. |
You tsk at him, positioning his head at your entrance and sinking down onto him just slightly so that his head is just inside. "Stay still for me, love," you order, and he nods, gasping, as you slowly lower yourself onto him. You whimper as you feel him stretch you and he groans in response, letting out a string of cur... |
You laugh quietly and lean down to kiss him softly, nipping his bottom lip before sitting back and moving your hand from his throat to your clit. You ride him slowly, circling your clit with one hand and toying with your nipples with the other. His hands are fisted in his blankets in his effort to follow your instructi... |
You increase your pace, praising him as he obviously fights his impulse to seek his own pleasure. It doesn't take long for you to get close, and you know he is too–has been for a while. You speed up, needing more, and he moans loudly, hands twisting in the blankets. |
"I’m so close," you breathe, looking down at him through hooded eyes. "You’re doing so well, doll, staying so still for me." |
He whimpers and closes his eyes, trying to escape the sensations overwhelming him, trying to be good. |
You tsk and reach a hand into his hair to pull it. "Eyes on me," you say, and he opens them immediately. "Good," you praise him, releasing his hair to gently stroke his cheekbone with your thumb. "I want you to watch me come on your cock, doll. But you are not to come yet. Understood?" |
He moans and nods eagerly, biting his lower lip. You can’t help but lean down and kiss him, gently exploring his mouth with your tongue, increasing your pace as you do so. He moans into your mouth and chases your lips with his as you sit up, but a firm hand on his chest reminds him to lay back. |
You’re riding him with abandon now, your hands roving over your body, circling your clit, pinching your nipples, running through your hair. The pleasure builds in your core, slowly and then all at once, and you cry out, shaking, as you reach your peak and it rolls over you in waves. |
Astarion is better than you expected, remaining almost perfectly still under you, letting you use him as you need. His back arches just slightly as you contract around him, his teeth biting deeply into his lower lip, but he keeps his eyes on you and never moves his hands. He moans with you, extra-sensitive from how you... |
As you come down you lean down and kiss him, softly cradling his face in your hands. "That was perfect, love," you murmur against his lips. "You were perfect." He whimpers, brow creasing. "I know," you soothe him, brushing his hair away from his face. "Would you like to touch me?" |
"Please," he whispers hoarsely. "Please, pet. I need–" |
"I know, love," you whisper. "You've been so good. Touch me." |
His hands fly to you, one arm wrapping around your waist, the other tangling into your hair to bring you down to him for a kiss. His hips move of their own accord, tiny thrusts that you can tell he’s trying but failing to control. |
You chuckle, pulling away from the kiss. "Would you like to come, darling?" |
He nods, burying his face in your neck as he holds you close. |
"Use your words," you remind him, placing gentle kisses on his neck. |
Astarion moans against your skin. "Please, can I come now, pet?" |
You sit back, dragging a nail down the center of his chest. "You have been very good tonight," you muse as though mulling it over. You start to slowly roll your hips and the way his eyes roll back into his head just a bit is extremely gratifying. |
"I have," he agrees. "I’ve been so good for you, pet, please." |
You hum in thought, tracing patterns on his chest and stomach with your nails, still slowly rolling your hips against him. "I suppose you have earned it," you say slowly, grinning as he nods emphatically. "Alright, doll," you say softly. "Come for me." |
He surprises you by wrapping his arms around your waist and surging up, flipping the both of you so that you lay on your back under him. You laugh delightedly but drag your nails down his back in warning. "You’re lucky you’re so pretty," you say in a low voice in his ear. |
He laughs quietly. "Believe me, I know," he says before setting a punishing pace, pounding into you with abandon, desperately seeking release from the precipice you’ve held him on. He doesn’t last long, spilling into you with a low moan. You hold him there, gently stroking his back, for several minutes as his breathing... |
Eventually, he shifts to lay beside you, his head on your shoulder and arms wrapped around your waist, face buried in your chest. You smile and run your fingers through his hair, trying to right some of the curls that are absolutely beyond saving at this point. "You okay, love?" You ask him softly. |
Astarion nods, sleepy and content, and your heart melts despite your stern instruction for it to behave. "Do you need anything? Water? Blood?" |
He shakes his head, still mute, arms still tight around you. You move to get up, intending to clean up, but his arms tighten around you and he grunts, annoyed. |
You laugh quietly. "I’m just going to get something to clean up with, doll. Is that okay?" |
He shakes his head emphatically, arms tightening around you even more. |
"Okay," you whisper, settling back down beside him, resuming your stroking of his head and wrapping your other arm around him firmly. "Okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere, love." |
His arms relax a fraction and you feel him sigh against your skin as he nuzzles into you. Before you can stop yourself, you place a kiss to the top of his head and you could swear he purrs happily. You remain there, listening as his breathing evens out and his arms loosen only slightly once he falls asleep. |
You have one last thought before sleep takes you as well: |
I am so fucked. |
Hestra was a known healer. She had a gift for finding what was broken and fixing it. She had a natural talent for mending; she always had. From infancy, her mother had told her that she had been the gentlest child she had ever seen. Hestra would collect stray and wounded animals like other children collected rocks or f... |
Hestra's healing prowess became known both far and wide. The traveling caravan of doctors who would go from village to village across the continents often times rented out some of their doctoral hands to traveling adventurers and those embarking on grand quests. Hestra never gave much thought to the whole order. As tho... |
It was a fine spring morning, the day it all began. Hestra had risen before the sun, as had always been her way. She found that she had a special fondness for the early morning, the soft, quiet grey of the moments just before dawn. She drank an herbal tea and made note of all the patients she would be tending to throug... |
From where Hestra sat in the grass, she could just make out the tips of the flags of the caravan. They stood proudly atop every wagon, with white flags with the red cross of healing that everyone knew meant that healers were among them. Hestra was proud to carry such an emblem of hope and healing and oftentimes found h... |
Hestra returned to the caravan. Long before she had reached the clearing where they had set up camp, she could hear the sounds of exuberance and merriment and feel the excitement that pulsated throughout the camp. It was a palpable, tangible thing that could truly only mean one thing. Another band of foolhardy heroes h... |
Hestra walked past the rowdy bunch to the comparatively quiet outer ring of the caravan where her dwelling sat. She lifted her hand to the latch to enter when, all of a sudden, she felt as though she were being watched. She felt as though someone was behind her, close enough to touch, if only she dared to reach her fin... |
The night, long as it may have been, could not last forever. The sun rose, and morning came along with it, much as it always did. Hestra's eyes fluttered open, and she stretched, rubbing a spot on her side which seemed to be sore this morning. She wondered if perhaps she had slept in such a way that injured herself in ... |
Outside, the whole of the camp seemed to be either sleeping or groggily treating the aftereffects of their drunken escapades the night before. Hestra looked around the camp to see whom among them was missing. To see who had taken the heroes up on their offer of a grand and perilous journey, which would more likely than... |
"I am called Hestra, I will be your healer." |
Hestra trudged along behind the band of heroes, with each step cursing herself for her pesky moral compass that had put her into this predicament in the first place. They made no effort to slow their pace for her, and she quickly found herself falling behind them. Hestra huffed. For all their desperate pleading for a h... |
Hestra around at the faces of her companions, growing more confused by the second. The vampire, who still held her wrist fast in his hands, raised it to his icy lips. |
"Astarion, at your service, my sweet." |
Hestra was furious. These people were insane, absolutely, positively, undeniably insane. They had knowingly let a vampire loose in the camp of the traveling healers. The gods alone know how many of her companions he could have sucked dry. She clutched her own neck and swallowed hard. She thought of last night, the flas... |
With informal introductions having been had, Hestra now had names ascribed to the faces of her deceitful travelling compainons. She supposed she could understand why they chose not to disclose their vampire dandy, but that didn't make her feel very inclined to relinquish her rage at the deception. Not yet, anyway. Hest... |
The unlikely party of heroes, healers, and vampires alike trudged onwards. They were making up for lost time, and yet Hestra still couldn't seem to walk fast enough. Try as she might, she could not seem to keep the pace they trod at. Hestra huffed. It was no fault of her own that she was built differently. The gods saw... |
Hestra took Astarion's hand and allowed him to guide her through the dark. She could tell that she was slowing him down and tried desperately to keep her feet from stumbling. All she wanted in all the realms was to lay her head down to rest. She yawned. "Feeling tired?" Came the voice of Astarion in the darkness. "Aren... |
Hestra woke. She could not be certain when exactly she had fallen asleep or for how long she had been. She was lying down on a rolled mat, a few feet away a campfire roared. Her hand flew to her neck, but all was well. She had not been bitten in her sleep. From beside her, she heard a familiar cluck of disapproval. "Re... |
Hestra found it increasingly difficult to rest. She cursed herself for having let her guard down. How could she have been so reckless? To let her consciousness slip away from her in such a wanton fashion. She stared into the fire and listened to the sounds of the night. The insects chirping somewhere in the darkness ne... |
In the first wee moments of the morn, as the sun made its creeping way above the mountaintops in the distance, Hestra stirred. The members of the party were all yet dozing in their cots as she began to putter about her morning routine. She felt so odd, not having any clients to tend to, no running roster of medical app... |
Once Hestra could see the water, she shed her layers like a wilted flower sheds its petals. She observed her wounded side and sighed in disappointment. It was raw and red and angry. Not at all healing the way that it ought to. Perhaps the exertion of the day's activities, the constant josteling and movement, had reopen... |
As the chill of the water began to go shift from inviting to shiver inducing, and Hestra began to wade back to the bank of the brook, she heard it. The snapping of a twig branch from somewhere behind her. Hestra was, by nature, a very private person and was not fond of the idea of being party to conversation while bein... |
Hestra patched up her stinging wound with soothing salve and packed dried herbs into the dressing to keep the swelling down and to draw out infection. She sighed at herself for having forgotten to care for herself and for allowing her wound to get to such a state. She was very glad that her healing caravan companions w... |
True to their words, in the days that followed, the party took exceptional care of Hestra. Halsin, who often times set the pace for the rest of the group, made it a point to turn back and ensure that he could set eyes on the small healer often throughout the day. Gale and Shadow Heart made continuous attempts to engage... |
Suddenly, a shout emerged from someplace behind them. Rising above the general noise of the marketplace and shattering the peaceful atmosphere the three had cultivated through their stroll. It was a pained sound, and it rang out once more. "Hesra!" came a secondary shout, and she was finally able to register the sound ... |
With Astarion having been patched up, the party continued. Hestra rejoined Halsin and Gale, catching glimpses of a hooded La'zel in the distance and following her as their guide. In her absence, Gale had managed to scrounge around and gather up the magical items that he was looking for. He proudly showed them off to th... |
They reached the inn before nightfall, and Hestra watched through the windows as Shadowheart spoke with the innkeeper. He was a kindly old man who embraced her as though she were his own child and welcomed the party in with equal exuberance and warmth. His wife was a jolly, round woman who set out bowls of steaming ste... |
Having eaten her fill and laughed till she could no longer, Hestra retired up the stairs of the inn where the living quarters were located. The innkeeper had such a warm reguard for Shadowheart that he gave each traveler their own individual sleeping quarters. Hestra offhandedly wondered what the nature of their relati... |
Hestra's bare feet padded down the wooden floor of the narrow hallway. The inn was heavily carpeted, and as such, the innkeeper asked them to remove their shoes, as they were caked in mud, gravel, and dust from their long travels in the wilderness. In the face of such kindness and generosity, it was impossible to deny ... |
"I need you to disrobe, please. For further examination." |
The vampire sputtered and coughed, causing Hestra's concern to grow tenfold. His hands flew to his chest comically as though he were some woman of high society that had been thoroughly scandalized at her request. "Absolutely not! I will be keeping my clothes on, thank you very much. God's darling, there are more romant... |
The vampire scoffed at her. "Oh, really? What gave you that idea? Is it perhaps because I'm a vampire?" Hestra huffed at the vampire. "You asked for a prognosis, and one was given." The vampire chuckled. "I am absolutely ravenous, but come now, darling, look around. You don't exactly see many volunteers lining up, do y... |
"Because all are deserving of care." |
Hestra, having fulfilled her duties as a healer for the evening, bid the dandy Vampire goodnight. Stifling a yawn, she announced that she would be retreating to her own room for the evening. He hesitated, as though he were fighting the urge to say...something to her before she left. Yet he remained silent, the moment s... |
Hestra felt... strange. As though something had shifted throughout the course of their encounter. She recalled her actions of the night, and she could not identify what it was exactly that had changed, but something had. She observed her own stinging palm, recalling the cool sensation of the vampire's tongue as it ran ... |
The night went by all too suddenly, and Hestra found herself uncharacteristically sleeping in. She could hear voices and feet busily crossing back and forth, traveling up and down the hallway in the bustle of the inn. Hestra lept out of bed and dressed quickly. Throwing her hair into a simple braid without having the t... |
The party departed the inn in higher spirits than Hestra had ever seen before. Apparently everyone benefited from a night's rest on a soft bed and a hearty breakfast. After thanking the generous innkeeper and his wife, the party set off once more into the bright light of the morning to discover what mysteries and adven... |
La'zel led the party, with Shadowheart keeping pace. Gale and Halsin kept Hestra company, where she walked in the middle of the group, several paces behind their leading ladies. Astarion, ever watchful of her every move, made up the rear. She could feel his gaze upon her as she walked, but, whereas upon first meeting, ... |
Hestra walked. What else could she do? Halsin had abandoned her. He had left her to the wolves, and she walked amongst them in total and complete silence. The only sound to be heard was the steady crunch of the gavel under their boots as the trio walked along the path several yards behind their companions, whom Hestra ... |
Hestra could not have said how long they traveled in such an agonizing manner. Time seemingly dragging its feet, each second melting into the next as though it found some perverse pleasure in watching her squirm in discomfort. When the first footfall came from just behind the trio as they walked, it went nearly unnotic... |
Hestra heard the screaming. The sound of swords clashing and bodies falling. She felt the footfalls as they fell upon the stones around her. She did not feel pain, oddly enough. She knew she was struck, and she knew she ought to feel the pain of it. The white-hot, biting, unrelenting pain of it, but more than anything,... |
Hestra woke. Her eyes opened and beheld the deep and darkening blue of the sky as the sun set somewhere far off into the distance. It was quiet; the air was still, as though even nature herself was holding her breath. Awaiting...something. Something that had shifted, something had changed while she was sleeping. Someth... |
Hestra screamed. Her throat, as raw as it was, could not bury her screams any more than she could comprehend the sight her eyes beheld. Her tunic had been torn to little more than ribbons from the waist up, and if she had been of sounder mind, she would have spared a thought to her modesty; however, no wandering eye, h... |
She died, she knew she had died, she felt it, and yet, she was alive yet again. She breathed, and with every breath, she knew she should not be inhaling and exhaling, and yet, she continued to do so. Watching the mechanisms of her body working from the cavity in her chest. Her heart, which she knew to have been cleaved... |
She was horrified, confused, and more alone than she had ever been in her life, and more so, she was hungry. She was awfully, terribly, devastatingly hungry. A hunger that was more intense than any she had ever known before, it burned within her like a raging fire, demanding to be satiated. Her throat screamed its desp... |
Hestra crawled. She crawled long Into the deep and unyielding darkness of the night that sat as heavily upon the wilderness as a suffocating blanket. She called out for her companions, despite the rawness of her throat and the brokenness of her voice, she called out. Again, and again, and again she cried out into the n... |
Hestra crawled until she heard it. The faint sound of drums, beating in a steady rhythm that grew louder as she followed the sound. The drums were soon joined by a chorus of chanting voices, and scattered sounds of merriment. Hestra crawled towards it. Drawing ever nearer in the darkness. She crawled until she came upo... |
Hestra descended upon the cult members. Her body carried her more swiftly than it ever had before. She moved with terrifying speed, as she sunk her teeth into the necks of every masked man, their skin giving way like paper wrapping on candy. Thier blood gushed into her mouth like warm soup-filled dumplings, and she sav... |
Her companions remained silent. Not a word was spoken. Halsin, whom she had considered a brother would not meet her gaze, and Gale simply stared at her in abject horror. Hestra's hands flew to her chest, as what remained of her tunic was a whisper of fabric that concealed nothing. Their faces were masks of concern and.... |
Hestra stooped to where he lay upon the ground, and he crawled towards her. He wordlessly took her into his arms and embraced her. Hestra nearly cried out in pain from the sheer force with which he clung to her. He was shaking, and he held her as though he never intended to let her go. A moment passed, then more, and w... |
He then turned to face the others. He followed their gaze back to Hestra, who stood half-bare in the moonlight. He struggled, limping to his feet. "By the gods, why are you all staring at her like that? Have some decency." He removed his outer coat and placed it gently around Hestra's shoulders, surely staining it with... |
Hestra turned and ran. She ran swifter than her feet had ever carried her before. She was aware of the fact that Astarion was following her, the only member of the party who was capable of such a feat. Even in his wounded state, he followed. Calling after her. It began to rain. Puddles began to form in the earth, and H... |
Astarion disliked having to wear the hood, and he had no qualms with letting the party know. He had spent the better part of 200 years as a creature of the night, and there was a sharp irony in having waited so long, abandoning all hope of ever feeling the warmth of the sun's rays again. Only for the dawning of opportu... |
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