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Scratch rushed to Halsin’s tent and gave a mournful whine, distracting the hulking elf from his relaxing activity of wood carving. |
"Hm? No, she’s fine, friend." The druid said to the dog. "I’m sure her spells just ran out. She will need rest." |
Whines and a bark. |
"What, just on the ground? Fell flat over?" Halsin stood up looking around to see if he could spot Tav. Nothing. "Did you tell Astarion?" |
Ears drooped. A small howl. |
"He won’t eat you, she made him swear." |
"He won’t stab you, either." Halsin laughed. "I’m certain that’s special treatment he reserves for me. Go take Astarion to her. I’ll ready some healing spells if she needs." |
Two sneezes and a bark. Scratch ran off to the overly large tent that was now where Tav and Astarion made camp. |
Astarion was lounging in the tent, reading some silly romance novel Shadowheart had leant to Tav. He was not in the mood to run around with a dog like a child, so he left Tav to her pursuits and enjoyed a quiet moment reading. |
Then Scratch was half on top of him. The book went flying, there was barking and... and drool. If Tav had set the beast upon him for a laugh, he was going to throw her into the coldest stream he could find. |
Once he got control of the situation, shoving Scratch off him and sitting up, Astarion waited to hear Tav’s delighted laughter. |
There was nothing. |
Scratch barked, spun himself in a little circle, then moved off a few steps and barked again. Astarion had, not as grudgingly as many in the party thought, assisted in the care of the dog enough to understand it was trying to communicate with him. |
"Where’s Tav?" He asked. |
Astarion got to his feet. "Take me to her." |
Scratch tore off out of camp, then ran back when Astarion wasn’t fast enough, then tore off again. |
Astarion followed, increasingly worried. He found Tav curled up on the ground just inside the barn doors leading from their camp into the charred compound of Waukeen’s Rest. She seemed peaceful and whole, no sign of blood or injury, her heartbeat sounded calm and steady. It was still odd, though; a random patch of dirt... |
"Tav?" He asked as Scratch barked madly at the drow. She didn’t move. He bent down to shake her shoulder. "Tav, wake up." |
"Mmmhm." Not an answer he was about to accept. |
"Tav’ryneer, you’re worrying me. Get up." Astarion wasn’t above using anything that worked on her, and a commanding voice was guaranteed to work. And turn her on, which he was still on the fence about, but they could work that out later. Healthy Tav first, repercussions later. |
"Hmmmwha?" Tav struggled to open her eyes and reply to him. "Ori’gaaato vvv’dri. " She slurred. |
Something must be wrong, though it seemed she was just incredibly tired. Astairon scooped Tav into his arms, breathing in her comforting scent before turning to the dog. "Could you go get Shadowheart now? Bring her to our tent?" |
Wild barking and multiple circle spins. |
Shadowheart was still out with Wyll on their silly demon hunt, weren’t they? |
She needed to be seen by a healer. They had a healer but... |
"Could you get Halsin?" |
Scratch’s tongue lolled out of his smiling mouth, tail wagging furiously. |
He needn’t be so happy about it. |
They were stargazing by the steam again. She couldn’t remember how they got there, but no matter. She was pressed into the cool firmness of his body, watching the eternal miracle that was the glittering lights in the sky. Wild to her that her people had turned their backs on such beauty to crawl into tunnels and caves ... |
It must be quite late. Exhaustion tugged at her body, tempting her to rest. The night air was warm against her skin, contrasting delightfully with Astarions cold touch. His fingers danced along her shoulders, teasing at the bite marks he had left along her neck. The slightest press of chill fingers to her scars made he... |
When she couldn’t take his teasing anymore, she crawled into his lap, tangling arms and legs around his body to bring him close. Their clothing had disappeared; she wasn’t going to question that, pushing herself into his chest to pebble her nipples against his cold body. She was feverish with desire and he felt so good... |
"Do you want something, love?" Whispered words were tender, sharpened nails dragged down her back in a delightful contrast of pain. |
"Please," She begged, so wet she was flooding his lap. She needed him. Needed the pleasure they could bring to each other, needed his love. Clever fingers danced down her body to play with her clit while her body surged into his. |
"Look at you," He grinned while she came undone on his hand, "So desperate for me, for my touch." |
"Astarion," She groaned. "Need you. Need you now. Love you." |
His hips canted upwards, his erection sliding into her in a slow burning stretch that had her sobbing with need. |
"I love you," He whispered in her ear. |
She lost herself in him. They danced together, giving pleasure to one another, seeking pleasure from each other. She was so close. Her orgasm waited at the edge of her senses, needing something more, one more push. |
Cold water sluiced across her face. |
Tav awoke with a gasp. |
Astarion, cloth in hand, reared back from her in the dim light of their tent. |
"Are you ok?" He asked, "Halsin said you just needed rest but you got so warm and your heart was beating so fast." |
"Oh gods." Embarrassment flooded her, dueling with her unsatisfied body still crying out for completion. She hid her face in her hands and rolled away from him. |
"Tav, are you ok?" He repeated, genuinely concerned. |
She was a monster. A monster who couldn’t give him the space he asked for because she must be possessed by a succubus. Her body craved his touch, clenching around nothing and he was just trying to put a cool cloth on her lust-fevered head. She would die of embarrassment shortly, then all her problems would be solved. |
"You have to leave." She mumbled into her hands. |
"I have to - why?" He asked, a touch of hurt in his voice. |
"Because I was having a sex dream, ok?" She peeled her hands from her face to speak to the tent wall, refusing to turn around and look him in the eye while she confessed her sins. "I was having a sex dream about you and I didn’t come and I really want to. Please leave so I can finish this. Ankonnuz'ka?" |
A beat of silence that seemed to stretch for an eternity. She was certain he was disgusted with her for true. Then, hesitant fingers gently stroked the marks on her neck. |
"Can I watch?" he whispered. |
Surely she didn’t hear that right. She rolled over to quirk an eyebrow at him. His face held a small sort of delight, not disgust, but desire, an almost secret excitement. |
"I... performed intimacy for so long," Astarion explained, "perhaps it would be nice to have it performed for me." |
"You’ll tell me to stop or leave if you need?" |
"I doubt it," He smirked at her, "This is going to be incredibly hot." |
"Astarion." She rebuked flatly. |
"Yes, yes. I’ll tell you to stop." He settled back in a corner of the tent, eyes alight with desire and anticipation. |
"I’ve never..." Her words trailed off. She’d never put on a show for someone like this. |
"Get undressed, love." Gentle words, but an order nonetheless. Astarion knew their dynamic so well by now, knew to take what he wanted; she would always give willingly. |
Her hands flew to the ties of her shirt and attacked them. |
"Slowly." He prompted. |
Tav's hands slowed down. Pulling the ties of the shirt open little by little, unlacing herself fully down her sternum. She slips a hand into her shirt to play with her nipples, finding them so sensitive the slightest touch brings them to taut peaks. A breathless, needy whine emerged from her throat. |
"Feels so good, Astarion." She’s still so wet. Pulsing with desire for him, wanting him to enjoy this little show he had requested. |
"Shirt off," His voice is rougher now. "I want to see those gorgeous tits." |
She dragged her shirt over her head, slowly revealing inches of dusky gray-purple skin to his gaze. Once she could see again, her eyes sought out his. She needed to know he was ok. |
"How are you?" She asked, paying careful attention to his face. He could lie so easily, he had lied to her before. |
"Wonderful, darling." Came the too-smooth answer. |
"Astarion, is this real or habit?" |
"I..." He swallowed hard, forcing himself to consider the moment. "No, it’s real. It is. I want to see you naked and writhing in pleasure." |
Tav accepted his answer as honest, allowing her hands to drift down her body to the waistband of her leggings. |
"I suppose, if I am to be naked and writhing in pleasure, these need to come off." She teased, dipping fingers in and out of the waistband. |
"Take them off, Tav." The order shivered down her spine. She forced herself to roll her leggings slowly down her legs, making a show out of undressing. Then she was naked but for her silken smallclothes, visibly damp with her desire. There was a power to his being fully dressed in that moment; he was in control and she... |
"Play with yourself, pet. Over your underwear." |
Tav dragged a languid hand down her body, to toy with her clit over her underwear. She’s hyper-sensitive, so one quick pass has her gasping and canting her hips upwards, seeking more. |
"So beautiful." He murmurs. "Don’t stop." |
She circles her clit, teasing herself, building up the anticipation. Gasping and writhing as sensation crested. Soon, the wash of pleasure rises too high and she is on the precipitate of orgasm. |
Her hands freeze at the whispered command, but she cannot control her vocal chords, letting loose a long groan of denial. |
"Underwear off." |
There is no going slowly, no teasing movements. She nearly rips her underwear into pieces, tearing it from her body as quickly as possible. Her body is so sensitive, so tightly wound up that the feel of his gaze between her legs nearly sends her over the edge. |
"Oh god," She begs, "Please... please, I need... Astarion, please let me come." |
"My delicious little treat, all laid out like a feast." He cooed over her, splayed out before him just waiting for his last command. |
"Fuck yourself for me, pet." |
And then she was sinking two fingers into her warmth, the heel of her palm pressing into her clit and she was coming. She was coming. It was a release, it was a flood, it was magic. |
"Good girl," He whispered. |
She came again. |
"Oh gods," Tav closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath. |
There was no recovery afforded to her. His weight fell upon her body, clothing rough against overly sensitive skin. Cool hands plunged into her hair, gently forcing her head to the side. She welcomed the now-familiar chill of fangs sliding into her neck. Exhaustion reduced the feeling of feeding him to gentle comfort r... |
"Are you ok?" Tav asked softly. |
"Yes." He whispered into her neck. "It was... difficult, for a moment. But I’m ok." |
"I love that you did absolutely everything I said. Very hot, darling." |
She elbowed him hard in the ribs. |
"I love you," He laughed in her ear. |
"Let me up, I need to get dressed and find some food." Tav gave Astarion a gentle shove that he rolled with, graceful as always, to lay beside her and shamelessly stare at her body while she rifled through the tent for her clean clothing. |
"We might find this Creche in a day or two, then we’ll be healed." Astarion spoke casually, as though commenting on the weather. "Shadowheart can take that weird little contraption she thinks she’s hiding back to Baldur’s Gate, Wyll can go back to being a hero on the frontiers. Gale can go back to his cat. We’ll all go... |
"I hope not," Tav sighed, struggling into her clothing, "It would be nice to have their help when we go up against Cazdor." |
"We’re... still doing that, are we?" He asked, an odd hesitancy to his voice. Tav paused in tying the laces of her shirt to glance up at his face. Astarion seemed worried, concerned, perhaps a touch confused. |
"You’re not ok." Tav realized out loud. |
"I am." He insisted, refusing to look her in the eye. |
"No, you’re worried that we didn’t fuck so I won’t help you with Cazador." |
"I..." His face crumpled. He was not ok. |
Tav crawled into Astarion’s lap, cradling his face gently in her hands and making very close eye contact, blue-on-red. |
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