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Astarion raised a silver eyebrow, "Does he though, pet? He cooked with so much garlic last night, I feel it was a personal attack." |
Garlic. Oh, she knew this one! A bulbous white thing that tasted awful on its own, but could make other food taste delicious. |
"Is not liking garlic a vampire thing, a High Elf thing or a you thing?" Either way, garlic was being cut from her diet, "I found it delicious when he cooks with it." |
Astarion settled into her tent, placing a tray overladen with various foods in front of her. "A vampire thing, pet. Though I couldn’t remember if I liked it before anyway." |
They hadn’t spoken at all about his biting her last night. A full day, at best, since she learned he was a vampire and let him feed on her and she just hadn’t mentioned it since, other than offering him another feed. Tav hardly knew how vampires worked, other than drinking blood, and making spawn to be their slaves. Sh... |
"Where’s Scratch?" Eilistraee save her from her own idiocy.Astarion gifted her with the full power of a damnably handsome smirk. "Oh, you’ll like that part. I sent him off to Shadowheart. He licked her face."Ok, so Vampires and dogs both lick. Noted." She smiled when Astarion barked a laugh in return."Yes, pet. I certa... |
Tav got up on her knees, gathered her courage, then leaned forward and hugged him. Astarion froze for a moment, not sure what to do with his hands at first, then they reached around her and clasped her as tightly as she clasped him. She breathed him in for a moment, delighting in the simple feeling of comfort a hug can... |
Elves tend not to sleep. They find the dream realm to be confusing and distasteful, so choose instead to seek rest in trance. This doesn’t mean they cannot sleep or dream, but it does mean they can be greatly confused and upset when they do. |
Astarion sleeps. |
He dreams of a brightly lit forest glade, a brook babbling cheerfully nearby. There are flowers and butterflies and warmth. He rests beside the brook, leaning back to enjoy the warmth of the sun. It is almost paradise, though it is missing someone to make it perfect. |
"I found you, boy. Did you think you could hide from me forever?" That voice... no... |
From the shadow darkened forest around the glade, Cazador steps into the sunlight, black hair slicked back as always, sumptuous blood-red robes of the finest quality shining faintly of silk in the sunlight. Fuck, he can stand in the sun?! Fear lances through Astarion, colder than death. Two hundred years of torture kic... |
Huh.Tav’ryneer Aranath sleeps. |
She dreams of Menzoberranzan and sacrifices. Her young brother, only two years of age, destined to fall under the knife of a High Priestess of Lolth. Tav takes his chubby little hand and walks him through the city streets to Arach-Tinilith for the graduation ceremony. He delights in the purple faery fire decorating the... |
In the dark of the temple school, she holds her brother close. The air is heavy with timmaskh incense. There will be many lives given this day, his paltry cries of confusion blend in with others. No matter how loud a cry, it cannot compete with the fevered chanting of Lolth’s most faithful. When it is her turn, Tav l... |
Pale hands reach from the darkness behind the High Priestess. A dagger appears, then a spray of blood from a throat so deeply cut a head hangs on by sinews. The High Priestess is gone, the chanting stops. |
Red eyes glitter in the darkness, the purple light of faery-fire glints off a fanged smile. Then a voice, comforting and familiar, " Run. Free yourself. " |
"Astarion, I said not to feed!!" Shadowhearts shrill anger wakes Tav from her sleep. Confused and disoriented, she tried to take stock of the situation. There is a comforting weight spread across half of her body, legs tangled with hers and a heavy arm thrown over her midriff. Her neck is cool and wet as someone... re... |
"Shadowheart? What? I..." Tav asks, trying to wake herself enough to understand what is happening. |
A possessive growl in her ear, the arm across her midsection is attached to a hand that grasps her tightly, pressing her back against a hard body. |
She had fallen asleep with Astarion and it seems he had joined her in actual sleep. |
"I think he’s asleep." Tav explained. "I don’t think he bit me; just broke open the wounds from earlier." |
The growl grew louder. |
Shadowheart rolled her eyes. "I’m leaving. Get up and join us. We have to talk." |
The sounds of the camp grew as everyone woke and began preparations for the day. |
"Is she on the menu again?" Lae’zel asked someone. |
"Why, Lae’zel, that was almost a joke!" Wyll replied. |
Tav realized they had to get up and face the day, but it felt so good to be pressed against Astarion, she didn’t want to move. Though she couldn’t be sure he actually wanted this; he was asleep, after all. She should wake him. |
"Astarion?" Nothing. |
"Astarion, get up before they send the dog in here to lick us." He quickly released her and sat upright, rubbing his eyes. |
"Sleep is weird." He said in a graveled voice. |
"Sleep is weird," Tav agreed. "How do you feel?" |
"How do I...?" He licked his lips, then panic shot across his face. Astarions eyes darted to hers, then down to her neck. "What did I do?" |
Tav smiled cheerfully, "Nothing bad! Seems I broke open the bite wounds in my sleep and, of course, sleeping you couldn’t say no to a free meal." She threw the blankets off her legs and grabbed her comb. "I’m going out there for hair combing and truth telling. And breakfast, but you’ve already had that." |
"Sounds delightful, darling." |
Astarion allowed himself a moment to gather his thoughts, and lick every drop of blood from his lips, before following Tav out of her tent. Mere moments behind her, but Shadowheart had claimed the Drow by the time he arrived to sit. Tav was ignoring her own tangles to diligently comb out Shadowhearts long black hair, p... |
"So," Gale said, cooking their meal over the campfire. He eyed Tav meaningfully and said nothing more. |
"So!" Tav forced a grin. "I’m sorry to you all for yesterday. And to Gale and Shadowheart for having to patch me up and Lae’zel for having to carry me and just to all of you for having to put up with me... and to Wyll, Astarion and Scratch." |
They were all smiling at her. Though, in Lae’zel’s case it was more "not frowning’ than a smile. How did she charm them all so quickly, it had barely been a ten-day since this ridiculous journey began. The dog paused in its running around the camp to bark at her and wag its tail. |
"We all have our secrets." Shadowheart replied. |
"Of course," Tav gave the Sharan Cleric a sympathetic pat on the shoulder as she began to weave her hair. "I don’t really want to talk a lot about yesterday, to be honest. I’d like to keep my secrets for now. Suffice to say: I grew up in Menzoberranzan, which was a really fucked up place. I left three years ago, found ... |
"Just don’t be too much of a hero, ok?" Wyll asked, grabbing a plate of food from Gale, beginning to pass out the meal. Astarion took a plate for Tav, whose hands were still busy with Shadowhearts’ hair. "If you’re not feeling good about facing something, let us know. Don’t push yourself into something stupid." |
"I will." Tav finally took a bite of the breakfast meal. "Mygodswhatisthis?!" she asked around the food in her mouth. |
Astarion didn’t hear Gale’s answer, too busy smiling fondly at his adorable Drow. |
"Would you have joined up with her if you’d known she’d be indulging in this sort of thing, Astarion?" Shadowheart asked, clutching Tav’s robes to her chest, her eyes riveted to the scene before her. |
Tav, taking penance at the hands of one of Loviatar’s faithful. Abdirak, zealot of the Maiden of Pain, had Tav down to her leggings and stays, facing the rough brick wall at the back of his blood-splattered little room. Mace in hand, he was beating Loviatar’s love into the Drow. Tav moaned in pain with each stroke, b... |
"I mean..." He was so hard. Watching this was incredible. The scent of her blood in the air brought an ache to his fangs. Would Tav let him lick the blood from her back? "... I had my hopes." |
They had infiltrated the goblin camp easily enough. Sazza, the goblin they had "rescued’ from the Emerald Grove, was more than happy to speak for them at each security checkpoint. They now had free run of the old temple the Goblins had turned into their camp and the party had taken full advantage of that. He had person... |
Another stroke of the mace. Tav cried out, no longer groaning but truly embracing the pain and responding full-throated. The scarred human priest raised the mace again and brought it down hard on Tav’s back. Her cries were delicious. |
"That’s it!" the priest cried out in ecstasy "Welcome the pain! Let it become part of you." |
He struck Tav again and again. Four more strokes with the mace, four more throat wrenching cries. Astarion was near coming in his pants.Then the mace was being set down. "Sweet, child." Abdirak’s voice was rough from his own cries. He curled gentle hands around Tav’s shoulders. "You bore the pain like a true believer. ... |
"Thank you," Tav whispered, her voice broken from screams. "I enjoyed myself." |
"Shadowheart?" Astarion asked, watching the priest assist Tav towards them, the Drow tottering on legs as shaky as those of a newborn foal. "The alcove beside this one will need to be guarded for at least half an hour." |
"Astarion, what?" Shadowheart turned to him, but Astarion was moving with the preternatural speed of a well fed and very motivated vampire. To Shadowheart’s eyes, he had vanished. |
And so had Tav. |
Astarion ravaged her mouth as he pushed her backwards, step by step, deeper into the torture chamber. Whatever the alcove had been built for, it now held a rack and his eager hands on her hips were leading her to it. He pushed her body into the rack, lighting a new fire across her back. Tav sobbed into their kiss, lett... |
But at least one of them needed to breathe. |
She tore her mouth from his, gasping for air. His hands reached for the ties of her stays, while his lips blazed a journey from her jaw down her neck. Tav was fine with submitting to Loviatar’s love for gain, she didn’t feel strongly about that act. This submission was far more personal. She would move where he wished,... |
"So hot," he muttered into her neck, "I’ve never seen anything... that was the most... need you. Need to taste you." |
His clever hands had worked all the while and now they ripped her stays from her, exposing her breasts to the hot air of the chamber. He immediately dipped his head to lav a cool tongue across her nipple. The contrast was intense, hot and cold, pleasure and pain. She relished in it. |
"Yes!" The cry ripped itself from her scream-ravaged throat. His mouth felt divine on her fevered skin. She needed more, she’d give him anything as long as he didn’t stop. "Yes, feed if you need." |
Astarion pulled back to look at her. "What if I don’t need? He asked, quietly. The moment stilled and stretched between them. "What if I just... want?" |
"Then take." Tav offered up all control and he was intoxicated. His pupils were blown so wide, his eyes were black. A slow smirk spread across his face. She was panting for air, neck bared and eyes closed in anticipation of a bite. Delicious as she looked, he had something else in mind. His hands fell to her hips and h... |
"I... but..." Tav was delirious with pleasure, pain, and blood loss. She allowed herself to be turned around, unable to form a coherent question. Her hands gripped the rack before her, steadying herself with a grip on solid iron. Wasn’t he going to feed? |
He licked a stripe up her ravaged back and she cried out, though not sure if it was ecstasy or agony. Did it truly matter anymore? They were the same. Astarion gave her both in equal measure and she loved him for it. The sting of Loviatar’s love calmed under whatever properties were in Vampiric saliva. He continued lic... |
"So wet." He murmured between licks, his finger circling her clit. "For me or for the priest?" |
Jealous fangs dragged across a particularly deep gash on her back, wrenching another cry from her. |
"You," Tav gasped out. "Always you. Always wanted... Oh gods, don’t stop! " |
"Good girl," He muttered quietly in her pointed ear. |
His hips cant into hers, pressing his hard length into the curve of her ass. Cool fingers slip inside her, his thumb on her clit. His hand finds a hasty rhythm, finding every sensitive spot her body kept secret. It was like he knew her intimately, though they had never touched like this before. She was speaking, but di... |
The world crashed into rapture, her vision white, her body soaking his hand. |
Tav slumps into the circle of his arms. Sated and tired and so very safe. Held tightly in a torture chamber by arms that would let her go the second she asked, only hurt her if she begged for it and kill for her if she so much as frowned. His embrace was cold, but it warmed her soul all the same; she drew in a shudderi... |
"Good girl." He murmurs one more time. |
A few healing potions and a mending spell later, she was mostly back to herself. Mostly clean, mostly dressed, mostly ready to admit that they should probably talk about what was the best sexual experience of her life and they hadn’t even fucked. Sex, she knew, but she was feeding him, sleeping by his side, finding com... |
"We should talk." She mumbled, heart in her throat. What were they doing? What were they to each other? |
Astarion dropped a quick kiss upon her lips and took her by the hand. "Tonight, darling," He deferred, leading her out of the torture chamber. "This isn’t the place." |
At the alcove entrance, she met Wyll and Shadowheart, her face overly warm with a flush of embarrassment. She kept her eyes clapped to the ground. They were going to be mad. Or disgusted. Or something else horrible. She’d have no friends left by days end. |
Clothing fell over her face as Shadowheart pulled her robes over her head. Once her head was free, she turned to face the Cleric, whose face was alight with glee and a touch of envy. Tav adjusted her gray robes over her body, taking in the gleeful sparkle in Shadowheart’s green eyes. |
"I don’t care what plans you perverts have for tonight," Shadowheart smiled, "Tav, you and I are sharing a bottle of wine and talking. I want you to tell me everything ." |
Wyll drew a frustrated hand over his braid-twisted hair. "Shadowheart. We’re mad at them." He reminded her. |
"You are," Her grin was infectious, drawing Tav’s own lips up. "I’m jealous and want to hear all the details later." |
Astarion grinned at Wyll, looping one arm through Tav’s and the other arm with Shadowheart. |
"And you shall hear everything later, my dear Cleric," He promised with a laugh. "But for now, let’s go turn someone inside out." He traipsed off with Shadowheart and his lo- Tav. Leaving Wyll to grumble in their wake. |
They had just freed Volo the Bard, letting the rhyming nuisance slip away with an invisibility potion, when Tav’s mind rang like a bell, the voice of Gale in her ears. |
"We caught the Priestess Glut in her chambers alone. Moving deeper in to find the Drow they all speak of. See you there." |
Tav blinked her eyes open to find Astarion staring down at her with concern. "Gale spoke to me. Those spells feel so weird." She explained. "They killed the priestess. Told us to move in deeper and find the Drow leader they speak of; they’ll meet us there." |
"Any mention of Halsin?" Wyll asked. |
"No," Tav shook her head, "No mention, so I’d assume they haven’t found a trail." |
"I’m going to look so good in that." |
Astarion had whispered those words into her ear the moment they laid eyes on Nightwarden Minthara. The Paladin of the Absolute was wearing an impressive set of black and gold Drow-styled Huil d’Orbben armor, clearly made on the surface as it hadn’t bleached or crumbled in the sun as all underdark-created materials di... |
"Don’t use your acid arrows, then." She whispered back, wrapping his body in the warm hug of her magic - a haste spell to assist in the coming battle - before sauntering forward to talk to Minthara, drow to drow. |
Of course, it all ended in bloodshed and death. What good drow conversation didn’t? And now Astarion was stripping Minthara’s body of the Spider Silk armor. The rest of the party took a brief rest while exploring the Nightwarden’s chamber for treasure or information. Gale and Lae’zel had already returned to the rafters... |
Wyll rummaged through a chest across the room while Tav cooled her heels on the floor beside Shadowheart. |
"I claim any good wine you find," Shadowheart called to the Monster Hunter, throwing a wink at Tav, "We’re going to need it for our chat tonight." |
"Don’t remind me! " Wyll called back, it seemed he was saying more, but the obscenities were muttered and thus unworthy of notice or response. Tav and Shadowheart broke into giggles, leaning against each other for support as they did. |
Recovering from the laughter, Tav turned to check on Astarion's progress with the armor. She found him staring at her, chest piece dangling from one hand. His face was relaxed and held one of those rare, genuine smiles. She smiled back. |
"Darling, could you help me?" Astarion asked, turning around to regard the pile of armor pieces he had removed from Minratha. When he turned back to her, he had wrestled his usual mask of indifference back into place. |
"D’heen," Tav agreed, hopping up to her feet. "You take your armor off and I’ll make out what all these pieces are. Ky'ostal d'Orbben Huil is always so needlessly complicated." |
"What did you call it, pet?" Astarion didn’t mind at all that Tav was increasingly slipping into more and more of the drow speech. He knew she would explain if he asked. And, of course, some words just transcended language. Whatever neitar vrine'winith meant, he knew it was some variant of "Astarion, do not stop fuck... |
"For some reason, my mind is a mess today." She gave a rueful grin and her shoulder bumped into his meaningfully. He returned her grin with a wicked one of his own as she explained, "It’s Spiders Silk Armor." |
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