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At last, Omeluum moved to lay beside him, and they held each other as they caught their breath. Blurg’s knuckles drew gentle patterns on their side, and Omeluum’s tentacles caressed his face and ran through his mussed hair. |
Then...tenderly, slowly, Omeluum began to retreat from his mind. |
"Don’t..." Blurg whispered. "You can stay. I want...to fall asleep like this, connected to you." |
Omeluum hummed and curled a tentacle around his arm to give an affectionate squeeze. "You will be subjected to my mental library. It may be too much for you." |
Blurg nuzzled his face between two tentacles and breathed in their scent with a happy sigh. "I’ve already seen it in your head. I am not afraid. And I know...it’s the loneliest place for you. It won’t be lonely with me there." |
Omeluum’s heart swelled in their chest. "I think I should enjoy that very much," they said. |
"I am always here for you, my friend," Blurg said. |
Blurg leaned back to look at them, confused, his mind seeking Omeluum’s thoughts. |
"Not "my friend,’" Omeluum clarified. "My love." |
Blurg’s eyes widened, then began to shine with the threat of tears. He grinned, wide and wonderful. "My love. Yes, that works. That is... That’s perfect." |
Omeluum hummed their approval and pulled Blurg in close. He shifted and spread his hand out on Omeluum’s chest, feeling the vibrations of their |
against his fingers. |
"I love that, you know?" he asked. |
"I am aware," Omeluum teased, "it’s the entire reason we just had sex." |
Blurg gave a happy sigh. He didn’t have to speak any of his following thoughts. They were an endless train of affectionate sentiments and adoration. Omeluum listened to them all, savoring every heartfelt word as the two of them fell asleep, together. |
A deep sense of anxiety filled Kerica as she wandered through the forest. Astarion hadn’t told her where to find him, only to meet him in a clearing nearby and he would do the rest. |
Not everyone had fallen asleep or retired to their tents. Halsin, Rolan and Zevlor kept watch, being the most sober three and having much to discuss about the upcoming journey. The mermaid whiskey still burned in her veins, but she didn’t want to disappoint so she chugged some water to help sober herself up a little more. She also didn’t want to be too inebriated in case the forest decided to throw more danger at her. When she’d gotten up from her perch on a log, the three of them had given her a glance and only Halsin smiled genuinely at her while the other two had knowing glances and smirks. |
Her wood elf nature always made her feel so at home, wandering through the trees. Part of her wondered if Halsin would’ve liked to walk beneath the stars with her, but no...he was a man on a mission. Like she should be, but had been quite terrible at staying on track. She didn’t mean to help everyone that she stumbled across. It just...happened. She acted without thinking and that landed them in some hot water, but somehow it all turned out alright in the end. |
It wouldn’t last forever and she knew that. The longer she went without doing anything about these tadpoles, the worse things would be. Goddamn it. Even as she wanted to have a good night full of passion with Astarion, her mind continued to circle back to her problems. |
She tried to wrangle her thoughts to the present, not an unknown future. The whole reason she’d agreed to his advances back at camp tonight and not the day after he’d bitten her, when he’d offered to reward her. |
This wouldn’t be a reward. At least not outright. If he still wanted to, it would be more cleverly disguised. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration, to have some fun. Not something he did out of obligation. Feeding him had made her head full of cotton and sure it might’ve gotten her killed by Minthara because she was too slow to fight the drow, but he hadn’t been wrong . |
She had liked it . She wanted it to happen again. To see him with his shoulders straight and head held high. Happy he had said. Glowing pools of red taking in the world around him as though he had never seen it before. Breathing in air he didn’t need if only to taste it. |
What had Cazador done to him? She wanted to kill the bastard, and that meant surviving all the way back to Baldur’s Gate. |
Tonight, she would let Astarion do it again. They didn’t need to fuck, she wanted it but didn’t care if it happened. Her body shook with nerves thinking about an act she’d never done before. She worried it would be no good, that she wouldn’t be any good and it would be obvious and he’d stop because "Ugh, a how pitiful, darling. One would think you could have anyone you want. Everyone was throwing themselves at you. Besides Gale and Halsin, anyway’... |
She could hear it all in his lovely timber and the specific rise and fall of his accent. A virgin, but not entirely naive. She’d picked up on the pitches for a good time and had only been upset by Gale because all she’d done was say hello before he told her no. Halsin had told her no but it had been a surprise because she hadn’t been trying to insinuate it at all . All she wanted to do was talk to the fellow elf. Was that so wrong? |
Besides. Halsin was so fucking huge she was sure he would break her in two and be far, far too much for her "first time’, and if he realized it at all whatsoever without her saying anything he would be too gentle and drive her mad that way instead. No, she didn’t want Halsin like that. Not right now, anyway. She doubted Astarion wanted anything to do with her besides "carnal pleasure’ so she would keep her mind open for the druid. |
She had to get over the hurdle of being a virgin first, at the very least. |
Especially if the gut feeling she had for Raphael turned out to be true. She had done everything she could, but he would be back. Demons like that would always be back. If she had one less thing he could take from her, the better. |
So really...this thing tonight with Astarion would be...solving a lot of things at once. For both of them, she had a feeling. |
"There you are." Came a breathless voice. |
Kerica’s eyes snapped up and his white curls glowed almost blue in the moonlight above. He was shirtless, in a pair of tight leather leggings and every line and dip screamed lithe strength. He didn’t need to be overtly strong like Karlach or Lae’zel, he needed to be fast . To have enough strength to shove whatever weapon he had in his hands into his unsuspecting victims. Enough strength to pull back the drawstring of a bow and fire it with grace and power between his enemy’s ribs. |
"I’ve been waiting." Astarion came closer, steps as light as hers, hand slipping off the tree he’d hidden behind. |
Yes, he was sexy as hell now, but all the times she had the fleeting thought of how beautiful, handsome or fetching he was had been when he was in the middle of a fight or poised for one. The dangerous glint his eyes gave when he was focused and fierce. When he smirked with a promise of destruction toward whoever he had his sights on. |
"Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you." He continued and she stayed still, letting him close the distance. What he said was utter bullshit, but she let him use his practiced lines on her. He must’ve spun them around in his head while he had been waiting for her to arrive, bored out of his mind while hers had been in the clouds, scared and apprehensive. "Waiting...to have you." He angled his shoulders, his eyes smoldering and lips barely parted. Sultry, seductive. Everything a vampire would be. |
"You don’t have me yet." Kerica murmured to him, finally saying something as their night was just beginning. |
"Don’t I?" Astarion raised a brow toward her in disbelief. "You’re here, and I don’t think you want to talk." He lifted his hand and outlined her form in the air. "I think you want to be known." He leaned even closer, but still would not touch her. "To be tasted ." |
Kerica knew tonight all she amounted to would be another notch on his whittled-down bedpost. It hurt, but she wasn’t stupid. Naive, clueless sometimes, but not stupid. She’d seen through him before, that very first night when he’d told her she "had her charms’. Pretty words from a pretty mouth. When he’d offered her a "reward’ all she felt was devastation. He didn’t really want her. |
"And...what do you want?" Kerica asked because it killed her, trying to not feel sour toward this moment. She wrangled her emotions, trying to stay present. He didn’t want her drivel. That wasn’t the kind of man he was. |
He proved her right with his next words. "What do any of us want?" It amazed her, just for a second, how shocked he seemed, eyes wide and brows up in confusion at her question. All of it smoothed in the blink of an eye. "Pleasure." He hid it well behind a smile and the uptilt of his chin. "Yours. Mine. Our... collective ecstasy." |
Astarion drew back suddenly and regarded her, eyes narrowed. "That’s what you want, isn’t it?" His face seemed to drop as he whispered, "To lose yourself in me?" He tried to seem sultry again, and it hurt her heart. |
This was supposed to be a fun night, and somehow she seemed to be saying the wrong things. Or the right things, but they didn’t fit here. She had made him angry when she rejected him before, and both Karlach and Shadowheart had noticed. So she took a deep breath, steeling herself, and nodded . |
"I thought so." A resigned look came over Astarion’s face and Kerica immediately hated herself. Wrong answer. |
He reached for her and panic made her gasp. "Wait!" He stopped mid-motion, narrowing his eyes at her and she feared she would make him angry again. Kerica’s hands floundered in the air and she blushed furiously, feeling the heat all the way to her pointed ears. "You always got so mad whenever I’d get anywhere near you that first day. You told me not to touch you! Quite firmly, too! I’ve been trying really hard...wh-what am I..." |
Astarion’s laugh echoed off the trees, and she had a hard time defining it. Not hollow, but not entirely mirthful. He was surprised, yet not. She refused to think he sounded fond. Certainly not Astarion . If he hadn’t stuck beside her like a barb for six days and didn’t work so well with her, she would’ve believed he hated her, not that he was allowing her to have sex with him. |
"Oh, my darling dear." Astarion cooed. He crowded into her space and made her breath catch. Her jade green eyes snapped up to meet with bright red. Her flustered mind couldn’t decipher what she saw in them. "Is that all? Then please, by all means. Touch me however much you like tonight." |
He grabbed her by the waist, thumbs and forefingers brushing over bare skin between her own leggings and underneath the teal and brown top with a deep V to rival Shadowheart’s ensemble. Then he yanked her to him and dipped his head. |
By the hells, Astarion didn’t know if kissing and touching her would be the worst decision he’d made so far on this blasted journey. |
His mind had been checking out as soon as he started talking, practiced words falling from his lips. He hadn't noticed her expression shifts, not really. Only coming back to himself briefly when she, ridiculously, asked what he wanted. He hadn't been surprised and had disassociated again, staying present enough to see her nod. |
He'd slammed back into his body and startled them both with his laughter at how flustered she had been over touching him, of all things. He hadn't realized how seriously she had taken him and now, when touching of any kind was inevitable and a simple truth of the matter, he'd felt compelled to tell her to put what he'd said before out of her mind. For tonight, at least. |
A panicking part of him regretted it. He hadn't expected her touch to burn across his chilled skin as she held onto his shoulders and arms while he kissed her. Because he had become present in the moment instead of slipping away, he acutely noticed how she responded to every flick and press of his tongue. |
Shy. Nervous and uncertain. A pang hit him. Had she never been kissed? If that were true, she at least learned quickly and he soon felt her tongue hesitantly swipe back against his instead of the slow answering presses and swirls. His grip tightened around her waist and he elected to stay present to confirm the suspicions he had. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d bedded someone inexperienced, but she at least deserved the courtesy of not hurting her. Not like that . His fingers flexed with disgust at the very thought. |
"You’re wearing...far too many clothes, darling." Astarion finally rumbled, breaking off so she could breathe. He didn’t need it, but she did. She shivered in his grasp. "How drunk are you, anyway?" |
"Drunk enough to make bad decisions. Not drunk enough to be unaware of what I’m doing. Floaty." She answered promptly and he was impressed. At least they had that. |
She continued to shake and he hid his frown as he kept his face by her hair. Sweet cherry filled his nose, reminding him of the night he’d fed from her. His mouth watered but he resisted. Focus, damn it. It’d taken more effort than usual to get her here, now he had to prove himself competent so things wouldn’t be awkward come morning. He could let his mind wander later when it came down to the act itself and it no longer mattered. |
They continued to stand there and she flexed her own hands but didn’t move them. So he sighed and swept her along with his arm around her back further into the forest, where a nice patch of grass and dirt awaited them. He’d folded and set his clothes to the side and he half debated laying them out for her, but perhaps grass stains and mud on the nice black would ruin them and she’d been gracious enough to gift them to him, so he didn’t. He swung her with a glide that had her giggling and he shook his head, pressing her into a tree. Skimming his hands beneath her shirt, she squeaked in an adorable high-pitched way. "What’s the matter, hmm? I told you that you could touch me. Partners who don’t participate are quite boring and lackluster, you know." He egged her on, knowing she could banter back with him. |
It worked. She scowled and he braced himself for hair pulling and nails biting into his skin while he focused on his task of taking off her skin-tight top. His head dipped in and he mouthed at her neck, tonguing over the marks but keeping his teeth from nicking her. Meanwhile, her fingers began moving... |
They didn’t dig or scratch into him at all. They danced and skimmed, tapping and tracing. It set his nerve endings on fire and he shivered like it tickled, but it was doing so much more. "It’s like you’re mapping out the shape of me. This doesn’t exactly inspire carnal lust, dear." |
"You have no idea how disappointed I was I couldn’t bring that easel from the Blighted Village back to camp." She shot back at him, and he wondered for a moment why that mattered to the conversation... |
"Are you, perhaps, an artist in your free time when you’re not slaying goblins and other monsters?" Astarion asked, amusement in his voice now. He’d gotten her shirt off while they spoke and threw it to the ground, cupping her breasts. A nice hefty handful, squishing between his fingers and spilling over all around. Not as dense as some, which made it easy for her to strap them down and hide how full they were. |
"Carrying a charcoal set, quill and ink, along with parchment to sketch on isn’t quite practical on an adventure." She drawled in response. He’d never had such conversations when trying to fuck his targets. He didn’t know what to think of it, but it was funny. It made him pull back to look at her with an arched brow and he explored her expression as he toyed with her nipples. All she seemed to do was bite her scarred lip and she squirmed against the tree, but otherwise, when he pinched a little too hard she just frowned and pushed at his hands. "Stop that." |
Astarion tilted his head. "Do you not like what I’m doing, pet?" |
She went red. "I-I mean...when you were squeezing them it felt nice?" |
Nice. Nice . Astarion would feel affronted if he hadn’t picked up on the obvious clues. "Do you really not feel anything when I’m doing this?" he twisted the nubs pebbled by the cool night air and she just made a slight "mmph’. He cupped her chest again and put a little more effort into kneading them this time. Aha, there was a heavier sigh and she bit her lip again. "There we are, darling. You feel it now, don’t you?" he purred and she shuddered, fingers flexing on his biceps but not digging in. |
"We’re on equal footing in terms of clothes, but what should I do?" she asked him instead of answering. He let it go. |
"We could do quite a lot of things, pet." Astarion chuckled and gave her a little peck on the lips. He snickered again as her body leaned after him. "You like it when I kiss you?" he cooed and she breathed a quiet "yes’. So he did it again, and now she was quite receptive. He liked how quickly she picked up on things. It made it all easier to move along. "Don’t worry about a thing. Just enjoy yourself and feel , hmm?" He had to learn what made her whine, what made her cry out in ecstasy. "Tell me what you like so I can do it again. And again ." He slid his hands along her sides and she squirmed differently. "Are you ticklish? You’re really not making this easy for me, pet." |
Her head thumped back against the tree and she made a frustrated noise in her throat. "When you were sucking and licking my neck just now. I liked that." She offered. |
He could work with that. "So I simply need to use my mouth more. Got it." He smirked at her, going for playful to ease her. He couldn’t lose her now. Patience . Astarion moved his hand along her thigh and lifted it to hook over his hip and he started moving his lips over her jaw and he drew upon two hundred years and hundreds more targets to please her . |
This wasn’t a "fuck and get it over with’ scenario, not like back at the taverns in Baldur’s Gate. They were beneath the stars, in the forest surrounded by so much fucking green he swore he could taste the color itself. He’d spent nearly a week with her. Watched her kill and be killed . Brought her back from the dead himself with a scroll. Repaired armor for her even if she only wore it for a day. |
He’d begun to sass her to try and make her laugh and he’d seen her break down. She’d given him gifts of all kinds, one of which lay by a nearby tree and he glanced at the clothes to remind him of his purpose. Who knew how long it would really take to reach Moonrise. Astarion had realized if they’d made it this far, they could go further. The Fates could throw anything at them and they would have to deal with it as it came. If he ruined things here...it could make it all worse. |
Patience. He had to put more care into his actions and his words if he was going to twist and mold this little Rogue of his into someone who wouldn’t leave him behind or betray him. Gods he felt sick thinking about what he was doing and why he was doing it, but he shoved it down as he always did. |
Astarion swiped his tongue along the hidden, pointed tip of her ear and that’s it . She whined then and he sucked at it in triumph, listening to her moan and he felt her fingers spasm on his arms, finally digging in her nails. "Why do you hide such cute ears like these away, hmm? Even in your previous hairstyle in that swooping bun. I bet you would look stunning, showing them off like good ol’ Halsin does." He moved her auburn hair away and back, and he found the golden chained earring in her lobe with an emerald marquise cut stone quite charming. A hidden little treat to play with. |
"I am not with Halsin right now. I am with you." She huffed as she panted, leg flexing on his hip. Astarion felt a pang at that statement that floored him. He struggled not to think about it and went back to nipping at her neck, mindful not to draw blood. "I am only half wood elf, S..." She caught herself. "Astarion. There are plenty less fortunate than myself who ended up as Urchins due to their natures. Plenty of people don’t like half-elves. No, I don’t hide well, but because of how short I am sometimes I hope those same people will glance at me and not peg me for anything less." She shrugged and then she said something that upset him, deep in his core. "I’m sorry. There is a distinctive lack of "carnal lust’ and I’m sure I’m boring you. I’m sorry I’m not any good at this." |
Astarion grabbed her by the chin and kissed her hard. Her grunt was muffled and her hands moved to his shoulders to hold on. One of them touched his hand on her face and he let go, twisting his wrist and placing her fingers in his hair. He nearly regretted doing that when she didn’t grab or pull, just massaged her fingers against his scalp, giving it a little scratch and he melted against her with a muffled noise of his own. He was only half hard right now, but he rocked against her heat and sighed into her mouth when she moaned again. "You’re doing just fine, dear. I just need to find what makes you tick." |
He pulled her back and gave them both room, kneeling down and he hooked his fingers at her waistband, then yanked her leather leggings down. Nothing underneath. What a minx...or a naturalist. Either way, it made things easier. He helped her out of her green and brown elven-style shoes and threw everything to the side. He removed what was left on his own person and stood back up. They leaned in toward each other and kissed again. Her hands went up with minimal hesitation and he saw her smiling at him. He braced for whatever glint in her jade eyes warned him about, and only grunted a little when she hopped up into his arms and wrapped hers around his neck, her legs about his waist. He was nowhere near ready to take her, but this was...cute. Just like her and he hoped she was getting into it now. |
Hands supporting her by her arse, he pivoted and with a few long strides drove her against another tree. She gasped and hissed at the bark on her skin, but met him in his next kiss press for press. The scent of her arousal wafted up to his nose and a shuddering breath tumbled out of him. |
He’d just got her against the tree, but she grinned devilishly at him suddenly and his face dropped, eyes wide as she shoved her shoulders back, hips forward hard, and sent them both tumbling down to the ground. He grunted hard this time, staring up at her in stunned disbelief as she landed on his stomach. |
His lips curved into a genuine smile, albeit small with no teeth involved, surprised but not displeased at her playfulness. Hers turned into a shy delight, her eyes crinkling at the corners. |
Two could play this silly game. |
Grabbing her waist, he shoved her to roll, hoisted himself up, and rolled with her. He caught how her hand went to her throat and she tipped her head, elongating the column of it. Her fingertips touched the teeth marks and he understood her offer immediately. They hadn’t talked about it. If he could or should take from her again at least. All he’d said was he wouldn’t feed on innocents, only enemies. |
Kerica wasn’t a target. She was not an enemy. Nor was she a victim. |
He shifted his body weight, swept her hair away from her neck on the opposite side, and he let his fangs lengthen on his way down to sink them into her flesh. |
Sweetness poured into his mouth, rich and wonderful as the first time. Instead of staying as still as possible on the rug in front of his tent, she arched up, chest hitting chest. Instead of her hands scrabbling but finding no purchase in the fibers, she grabbed onto him. Her fingers brushed a long piece of the scars on his back and he nearly hissed in warning when her hand moved quickly away from it of her own accord. The other hand tangled in his hair again, coaxing him to drink more as she gasped in pleasure. The sounds she would not make before falling freely from her now. |
"Astarion..." she said, berry-tinted lips brushing over his ear. |
He didn’t know what tripped him or if it were a combination of things. Whatever it was shot right to his cock and he slid the hand not covered in dirt over the jut of her hipbone and through bushy brown curls. She gasped even harder and jerked as his fingers grazed her folds. Not dripping, but he could tell her arousal was growing. A strangled keen vibrated her throat and he felt it against his lips as he licked at the punctures to slow the bleeding. "I got you, my dear. Relax and let me take care of you." |
Another noise in her throat, slightly pained. Why? He hadn't done anything else. "Touch me more. Please. I like what you're doing down there." She begged, tugging his hair for the first time. The burn of it was slight, not like other partners he'd had in the past who led him like a dog on a leash to do what they wanted. He tampered down any anger over her sweetness and tallied it to her blatant inexperience. She used her hold to pull him into more kissing and he obliged. She didn't react much to stimulation on her chest but seemed to be losing her mind over the location of his hand. He shifted his priorities to the usual rhythm of foreplay. It was just like her to ruin any plans and he chuckled a little. |
"So eager to ride my hand." He purred before she could ask him what was so funny. "You seem to enjoy kissing so much that I wonder if you'd let me taste you before we really get started." |
A cute embarrassed squeak and her hand flexed in his hair. "I don't...no one's ever...um...g-gone down on me." |
One step closer to admitting the full truth. He rewarded her by putting more pressure on her clit which caused her to arch and cry out, but she quickly realized if she moved too much his fingers would lose their place. She didn't squirm so intently though her tremors increased with the effort. "That's it. Now, I'm going to move down and we'll see how well you like my tongue in your most private of places." She froze, but her folds throbbed and he smirked at her. |
He took his kisses from her mouth, down her neck and he curiously latched onto a nipple and experimented, but only light flicks got her breath to shift. He had no patience for that, so he moved on down her flat-toned belly. For how thin she was, she had a decent amount of muscle definition here. Next, he trailed his tongue along the dip in her hips and his eyes fluttered when her scent increased the closer he got. He had moved his hand to her thigh midway at the changing position and he pushed her legs apart. |
"Astarion..." She sounded apprehensive and worried. He glanced up at her under his lashes. She'd moved a hand to bite the index finger in her nervousness. He was sure it was also to hide the frown. |
"You have nothing to fear." He assured, kissing her thigh. "I won't do anything to harm you. This is all for pleasure, darling. Pleasure...beyond your wildest imagination." He curated his words to fit what he knew of her scholarly background. Thankfully, it worked and she nodded. |
Taking the cue to continue, he slid his lips along her skin and reached his destination. |
Unfortunately, this was also where his mind slipped away, knowing his purpose and the mystery of his little Rogue solved. |
Kerica was no stranger to pleasuring herself or reading naughty books. This, though, was far beyond what she had ever known. Astarion was right about that. |
His tongue moved through her labia and pressed flat against her clit and she made a muffled noise behind her hand. It felt so strange yet so good, and yes. She could tell he was good at it, good at these kinds of things. Her free hand reached and found his on her hip and just...held on for the ride. |
Though for all his sucks and licks, after a while all she had was an ache in her abdomen. She started to get worried. Surely she had to be taking too long to reach her peak and he would get bored of her soon. She had to keep up with him. So she pushed at the hand holding her and her chest heaved with breath to get out the words. "Your hand...please? I need...more." |
"As you wish, my darling." Astarion complied, his voice hollow and empty and it brought tears to her eyes. She let her head fall back so her face would be out of sight. |
"Shh, my pet." His fingers toyed with her and then slowly, oh so slowly, he slipped one inside. He hissed more out of surprise she guessed. "Damn, you are tight, even after I’ve spent some time loosening you with my tongue." He began moving his finger and pressing deeper, back and forth until she started moving her hips. For as much as her heart and mind weren’t in it, she couldn’t help her body’s reactions. Astarion treated her well, even if his own mind had gone far away. She hadn’t missed the way his touch turned gentle but hadn’t let up the pacing when he realized she was a virgin. He didn’t ask questions, simply adjusted to make it more comfortable. His lines were practiced but the words helped anyway. |
Gods she hated herself, but she was in too deep. She didn’t know how to stop. She didn’t know what to do, or what to say in this kind of situation. "Astarion, it’s not enough." She called, whimpering, her throat raw. A second finger slipped in next to the first and she moaned, arching. This felt far better than just his mouth and the ache got worse, getting tighter and she panted. "Yes...yes, you’re making me feel so good..." she didn’t know his pain, but she wanted to assure him of his efforts. |
Against her thigh, she felt him shudder and his breath came out in a warmer puff against her pubic mound, heated by her blood she was sure of it. |
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