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Xsa rilbol, who had carved that into him? |
Tav reached out a shaking hand to touch his back. The scars were red against his pale skin. How fresh were they? The moment her hand landed upon his back, a whisper of a gentle touch, his entire body seized and he shot up, awake. |
"Don’t." Astarion hissed, twisting away from her touch, body tense and defensive. |
She snatched her hand back and immediately apologized. "Sor’kui, Astarion." |
"Evagna uns’aa. I should not have touched." She apologized again. "I worried when I saw, well, you know." |
Astarion sighed, tension draining from his body. "It’s a poem." He explained. "A gift from Cazador. He considered himself quite the artist and used his slaves as a canvas." |
She was certain that wasn’t right, but it was what Astarion believed. |
"He composed and carved that one over the course of a night." Astarion continued, the remembered agony of that night echoing in his words, "He made a lot of revisions as he went." |
"What does it say?" She asked softly. What lies had he been told? |
"I don’t know," Astarion scoffed. "It’s not like I can look in a mirror and see." |
"Do you know it’s written in Infernal?" |
"Infernal?" He was taken aback. "Are you sure?" |
"Here, I can show..." Tav taps her finger to her temple. Astarion nods quickly. She gathers the image of his scarred back into her mind and pushes it into their shared connection as illithid infected. |
"What in the hells," He isn’t used to the connection; the companions never use the worms. She pushes harder, needing him to see. Tav doesn’t seem to be aware that her emotions are attached to the image. Her fear, her own memories. |
Astarion hears the chants of Arach-Tinilith’s high priestesses in his mind. |
Laole Lolth... doer ulu udossa Glabrezu. Laole Lolth... tlu xuil udossa Glabrezu! Laole Lolth... Velgizich! Velgizich! Velgizich! The connection was draining; Tav let it go. |
"What did he do to me?" The whisper held two centuries of pain. "Two centuries of carrying this, and I can finally see it." |
"It’s not a poem, Astarion." |
"No," He agreed. "You think this has something to do with Lolth?" Asarion asked, trying to understand the feelings and memories that came with the image. |
"No, I think I would recognize her markings." Tav replied, rubbing her tired eyes. "This has something to do with sacrifice, I think. Maybe summoning. I’ve seen similar things in the past." |
"Thank you." Astarion said, snatching up his shirt and pulling it on. "This is... something." |
"We’ll figure it out," She said, patting him on the shoulder a touch awkwardly. Tav was aiming to be assuring, but it was hard to feel friendly and assuring when they were wearing so little. She cast about for her own shirt; perhaps donning it would help. |
"Would you...?" Astarions nervously unfinished question hung in the air. Where in the hells was her shirt?! She glanced up at him, wondering what he was asking. His arms were open, his eyes hopeful. |
Ok, fuck the shirt. Tav climbed into Astarion’s lap, giving him a full-bodied hug. Legs and arms twining around his body, holding tight. He buried his face in her neck, placing a gentle kiss to the bite marks there that caused her body to give an embarrassing pulse of pure desire. Tav bit her lip, hard, hoping to distr... |
He chuckled softly, the lips on her neck turning to tongue and a slight scrape of fangs. She shuddered, feeling herself growing wet. "Did I get dressed too soon, love?" he whispered, sliding a cool hand into her hair to tilt her head for better access. |
She whined, when he pushed his hips up into hers. His erection, hard and heavy, pressed against the thin cloth of her underwear. "Yes," she gasped, grinding her body down on his in return. |
"Help us out then," Astarion suggested, his hands beginning to wander to her chest while his fangs kept gently scraping her neck. |
Their clothing vanished in an instant, appearing piled in a corner of the tent. She could feel every inch of his body, his achingly hard cock nestled in her wet folds. Tav was going to combust; her pulse thundered against barely healed bite marks, she needed him to bite her as much as she needed him to fuck her. |
"Please," She begged, eyes sliding shut in anticipation. |
The world upended itself. Tav found herself on her back, pinned under a hard body, being kissed to within an inch of her life. She opens her mouth, licking into his and nicking her tongue on a fang. He sucks the blood from her mouth for a moment before pulling back. Her eyes opened, blue seeking red. Astarion’s face wa... |
"You want me to bite you," He gently accused with a delighted grin. "You like it." |
"I quite recently discovered a very specific kink," Tav explained with a sheepish grin, "Being bitten by annoyingly handsome elven vampires seems to do it for me." |
"Handsome," Astarion repeated in agreement, before his lips twisted into a smirk. "And beautiful." a cool hand slides down her chest to palm her breast and play with a nipple. Tavs body pulses. She is so sensitive to his every touch. |
"And beautiful." Tav panted in agreement, canting her hips upwards into his. His eyes roll back into his head with pleasure. |
His hand leaves her chest - pity - to travel downward, long fingers stroking between her legs. She reaches for him as well, grasping the silk-over-steel of his erection and giving it gentle strokes with her hand, as best she can. |
Pleasure grows within her, reaching a peak as he plays with her clit. With a last groan, her orgasm washes over her body, relaxing her muscles and setting her head amongst the clouds. |
"Still with me, love?" He asks, terribly self-satisfied. "More?" |
Reaching down to steady himself, he slid his cock into her wet core with a long groan of pleasure. She immediately bared her neck, wanting the intimacy of his fangs and cock in her at once. |
"Such a pervert." He teased, baring his fangs at her briefly before diving into her neck and biting down while thrusting hard into her body. She clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle a scream of pleasure. |
He was everywhere, inside her, outside, his body covering hers cold, hard and smooth. Her head spun, though the bite was a brief one and she hardly bled. He was so much, he was everything |
He sucked at the slight dribble of blood coming from her neck while her body pulsed and thrust into his. Increasingly desperate, increasingly sloppy, they crashed into each other, mindlessly seeking pleasure from each other's bodies. Her nails scraped at his back as her pleasure mounted before she realized what she was... |
"Put them back," Astarion whispered into her neck. "Give me better marks." |
She put her hands back and dug her nails in. A groan was her only warning before Astarion was coming inside her and biting down hard on her neck. He gripped her body hard, the pain intense for a moment, before icy numbness set in and another orgasm crashed over her. |
She tried to catch her breath as he clung to her in a post-orgasmic haze, licking her wounds closed once more. Holding each other in the afterglow would have been nice, had her stomach not given an embarrassingly loud rumble. |
Astarion chuckled. "Well, I suppose you need breakfast too." |
The camp was much emptier in the late-morning sunshine. The Druids had returned to their grove and the Tieflings had scraped their hungover bodies into wagons and left for Baldur’s Gate. Gale, his own tent dismantled, was magically assisting Lae’zel’s tent to pack itself up. Lae’zel herself had, most likely, left hours... |
Halsin stood at their campfire, preparing the morning meal, Scratch at his side, watching with a hungry eye. The swirling vine tattoo on Halsin’s face and old scars far more stark in the morning light than the dark of the night before. Tav wondered if Wyll and Gale would welcome another hand at cooking, or if they woul... |
Wyll and Shadowheart were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps they had gone with Lae’zel to scout? No matter. Gale would magically pack up the entire camp before they returned. The Wizard liked that sort of complicated but very specifically useful magic. She supposed that’s what came from growing up with magic as a fun trick t... |
Astarion paused behind Tav at his tent's entrance, realizing she would have to get her meal from Halsin. Last night was still fresh in his mind and he truly didn’t want to talk to the druid. Nor did he want Tav talking to the giant wood elf without him. Perhaps she would be amenable to hunting with him? They could find... |
"Good morning, Halsin!" Tav called, walking towards the fire. |
"My lady," The Druid responded with a slight bow of his head. |
Tav blanched, a difficult action for the dark-skinned elf. "No, please, Halsin. Just call me Tav. Last night was... an aberration. We were all doing our best with limited information and good intentions. I overreacted. My apologies." |
"Of course, Tav," Halsin said, easily adapting his behavior to fit the new dynamic. Nature adapted and so did Druids. "Do you, ah, need healing?" The Master Druid asked, gesturing at his own neck with a wooden spatula. |
"Only if it will leave a scar." Astarion replied for her at the same time Tav murmured a polite refusal. They grinned at each other before settling down together before the fire. |
"I’m frying sausages and potatoes for breakfast this morning." Halsin said, flipping a sausage to Scratch as he spoke. The dog snapped it out of the air, then returned to watching Halsin in the hope for more. "It will be ready for you soon, if you’ll get a plate." |
Tav was pleased that last night's confrontation with Halsin was resolved and in the past. Astarion, of course, didn’t trust the man as far as he could throw him. He sat himself as close to Tav as he could without being on top of her and drew out a book. Reading would be a delightful way to pass the time while Tav ate a... |
"That’s a lot of food," Tav said, eying Halsin’s skillet. "Did Lae’zel, Shadowheart and Wyll not eat before they left?" |
"Lae’zel ate," Halsin replied. "As for Wyll and Shadowheart..." his voice drifted off, but his eyes cast themselves towards Shadowhearts tent in a significant manner. Tav’s eyes lit up at the implication. |
"Nind xunus naut! " She gasped. |
"Nind xunus." Halsin replied with a wink. |
"Astarion!!!" Tav gently slapped his upper arm in rapid succession, drawing his attention away from reading. "Shadowheart and Wyll slept together and they’re still in her tent." |
Tav’s ice-blue eyes positively glowed with mischief, her countenance as darkly beautiful as always, though he took a special joy in the beauty of her wanting to share moments like these with him. Sometimes it seemed her mischievous intentions existed solely to delight him and he was, for her, ever delighted. Astarion s... |
"Applaud." Tav replied immediately. "I’m hungry. Let me eat; they’ll come out at some point and then we can be annoying." |
"It’s a plan, darling." Astarion returned his attention to his book. |
Halsin chuckled as he dished up Tav’s breakfast. Perhaps he would be a good fit with them after all. |
The party, now including Halsin, trudged west along the Risen Road through increasingly mountainous territory, leaving the Emerald Grove behind. Forested ravines gave way to rocky outcroppings as they made their way down the road, the sun burning brightly overhead on a wonderfully clear day. Gale had magically shrank a... |
Lae’zel led the party down the road, having spotted a Githyanki Dragon Rider in the westward sky. They were all hesitant, when learning the Knights of the Githyanki rode red dragons, of all things, but Lae’zel assured them they would be safe. The Gith had a contract with Tiamat and the Dragons obeyed their queen, as th... |
Astarion walked beside Lae’zel, for once not far ahead on a scouting mission himself, though he would doubtless move ahead of the party again soon. He had walked twice as much as any of them had today and would surely complain about it once they struck camp again. Wyll and Gale followed behind Lae’zel, then Tav and Sha... |
"So," Tav sang as she bumped her shoulder into Shadowhearts. |
"Oh," Shadowheart answered, "Are you wanting to talk, or just make another embarrassing ruckus?" |
Tav giggled. Ahead, Astarion glanced back at the sound. He winked at Tav before turning his attention back to the road. |
"It was funny, Shadowheart!" Tav protested. |
"No it wasn’t!" Wyll chimed in. |
"It was," Gale offered his own opinion. |
"Agree to disagree!" Came Halsin’s suggestion. |
Gale clapped Wyll on the shoulder, "I’ll give them a bottle from my own stash for their chat tonight, shall I?" |
"The least you could do, my friend." Wyll said in slightly embarrassed agreement. |
"And Wyll and I aren’t taking a watch for the next two nights!" Shadowheart proclaimed. |
"I’ll take an extra watch." Tav agreed, "That said, we should probably save the wine for when we reach Waukeen’s Rest. Think of it; wine and warm baths." |
Shadowheart sighed in longing. |
"But I would like to talk," Tav continued, "If you want to. It’s my turn to hear everything." |
Ahead, Wyll groaned and quickened his pace to get out of earshot. |
Not long after, the party agreed to take a rest near a small stream. They had been on foot for four hours and it was time for a break. They seemed to have left the forest proper, trees sparse around them, more rocky outcroppings, deep ravines and scrub brush. Gale handed out food while Tav, having gathered all the wate... |
Everything was calm and peaceful. |
There was no warning. |
An overly tall greenish-grey muzzled creature reared its head from behind a large rocky outcropping by the stream where Tav was filling water skins. It wore a patchwork of bloodstained leather armor on its lanky body, and where there was no armor tufts of spotted fur could be seen. It had a reddish-gray crest-like mane... |
"Gnolls!" Wyll cried, leaping to his feet. His hand struck out, releasing the black-green bolt of an Eldritch Blast at the nearest Gnoll. The creature barked its hyena laugh as the fur on its leg burned away in black smoke, but it was hardly taken out of the battle. It readied a short bow and shot back. Wyll dove for c... |
The Gnoll that had knocked Tav out reached down to scoop her small form under one gangly arm, then took off running northward where it had come from. Its long legs ate up the ground quickly, soon it was out of sight, its laughing yelps mocking them as they faded into the distance. |
"No!" Astarion cried out. She was gone. |
He put an acid arrow through one Gnoll's eye, feeling grim satisfaction when it dropped to the ground, melting face steaming into the summer air. It clawed at its face, screaming an animal's pained cry. |
The Gnoll Wyll had hit, overly-focused on returning fire, didn’t notice Gale’s Scorching Blast streaking towards it. Three flaming bolts drove themselves directly into its chest. Lae’zel, completing her psionically enhanced leap, landed behind the Gnolls, removing a clawed arm from the last one with one clean sweep of ... |
At the same time, spikes of rock erupted from the very ground, piercing the Gnolls and silencing them forever. Druid work that would have been helpful even two minutes earlier. Lae’zel picked her way through the spikes, returning to the party, keeping her sword ready and eyes sharp for more gnolls. |
"Astarion, wait!" Shadowheart cried as the Vampire, ignoring the group, began following the path of the Gnoll who had taken Tav. As he was skirting the rock spikes, Halsin caught up to him, gently placing a large hand upon his shoulder. |
"Wait, friend." The Master Druid spoke calmly. |
Astarion knocked the hand from his shoulder, before baring his fangs at the druid. "Don’t touch me." he hissed. |
Wyll was organizing the group while Shadowheart kept an eye on Halsin and Astarion, certain their interaction would end in bloodshed any moment. |
"Wait a moment and I can track her." Halsin offered. |
"She’s bleeding," Astarion replied in a monotone that warbled with barely held back emotion, "I can track her." |
"Gnolls are nomadic," The Monster Hunter was explaining, mostly for the benefit of the city-dwelling or extra-planar members of the party. "They’ll have taken her back to a camp. This was probably a scouting party that saw a small elf as easy meat." |
Astarion growled, before kicking the severed Gnoll arm straight at Wyll. He bared his fangs once more, before storming off after Tav. |
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