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She latched onto it. He may be far away, but she could make him feel good, right? "No one’s ever touched me like this. I feel so good, Astarion. I’m so close. I hope I’m not too tight for you." |
"I’ll open you right up. You’re loosening for me so sweetly, pet, and you’re so wet. I’ll be able to slide right in." Astarion rasped against her hip, grinding his palm against her clit and it felt better than his tongue. "I can smell how close you are." He growled. "Pretty little Rogue, all for me. That’s what you want, isn’t it? To be wrapped around my cock, feel every inch of me? I’ll give you so much pleasure you’ll be screaming my name in no time." |
He was babbling, spilling sweet words he’d said to so many others, but she was falling for it. She sobbed a little, bearing down on his hand as he drove three fingers into her and she gasped, shuddering and stilling, muscles locked. |
She'd barely melted back onto the dirt when Astarion surged up and pulled his hand from her. She whimpered at the loss and sensitivity and heard lewd wet sounds as he used her juices on his prick. The head brushed her labia and fear spiked through her. "Astarion!" She snapped, and he stilled. A lost man poised above her, waiting and unseeing. She didn't know how to bring him back... |
She did know how to speak in a way he would understand, though. Just a little. |
"Let a girl breathe, will you?" She huffed, hands loosening on his biceps. When had they gotten there? She didn't mean to gouge him with her nails. "You blew my mind just now, damn." A weak laugh and a slow knowing smile appeared. The tension eased somewhat. |
"But of course." Still the echo of words constantly repeated in a life before their current predicament. Not words for her. Hearing but not processing. She was no better than any of them and her inexperience closed her throat. "Tell me when you are ready, my dear." |
"I am. Just." She closed her eyes, unable to stare into his empty red pools. "Slowly. Please, Astarion. I trust you." |
Nothing happened. Much to her surprise, when she peeked up, some flicker of light had returned. Like they were in a dark hall and a torch was around the corner. |
"You do. Don't you?" His hand cupped her jaw and thumbed her bottom lip. "You really shouldn’t, you know." He murmured, and with the distraction of his touch, she felt him pushing inside, only a slight narrowing of his eyes and the tick of his jaw to show he was affected. |
"Yet here I am." Kerica rasped, nipping at his thumb, her thighs shaking on his hips. Holy shit. She hadn’t really been able to see him, only glimpses in the change of positions, but he was thicker than she anticipated. He filled and stretched her little by little and his fingers trailed her throat. |
"Here you are." He agreed, breathless, eyes hazy, and mouth slackened. "Breathe, dear." He tapped at her jugular and she followed his instruction. "Good girl." His own breath was shaky as he bottomed out in her. "Hells, you’re so tight ." |
"You’re not as lanky down below as the rest of you." Kerica wheezed in return, shuddering, not even paying attention to if his words were genuine or not. She could feel the way her own walls throbbed and clenched around him, dragging on his every movement. When he snickered at her, she fluttered and knew he felt that. |
Suddenly, she was very glad she had not bedded the druid. She had heard of wilder couplings, but for her first time having sex that would have been far too intimidating. |
"Astarion." She grasped at his shoulders, the burn and stretch easing as he remained mostly still with minor rocks and jerks of his hips. |
"Keep saying my name, sweet thing." Astarion cooed, drawing his hips back slow and steady and pushing back in at the same rate. He hadn’t waited for her to tell him it was good to move, but she didn’t mind. "Does it hurt?" |
"Astarion...you’re making me feel...really good. It’s, ah, better than I thought it would be." She watched his eyes close, but that was okay. She allowed herself to set aside the emotional pain she felt and simply...looked at him for a moment. The sweep of his ears and the curl of his hair around them. The shape of his face with all the dips and valleys. Her fingers twitched on his shoulder and she resisted the urge to trace the bridge of his nose or the curve of his jaw. |
The slipperiness produced by her body made things much easier rather quickly, and it didn’t take long before Astarion’s hips increased their pace and her moans and cries got louder. Her body writhed beneath him, throbbing and seeking more. She chanted his name between breathless panting as he requested and that spurred him on, rattling her form with the force of his thrusts. Her legs hooked further around his hips and their groans mingled together in the air. "Kiss-" the word barely left her mouth before he was on her, locking his lips with hers and tongue-fucking her in a crude mimicry of what they were doing. |
She enjoyed kissing him, that much had become clear quickly. Now he had shown her how, she became bolder and traced her tongue over his gums and fangs. This drew a confused high-pitched noise from him, but his hips had stuttered and he moaned again as he resituated himself. Enjoying such a sound and reaction, she did it again and honestly, truly, accidentally cut her tongue on his fang. "Ow!" she gasped but he caught her jaw and plundered after her, going frantic in his movements. |
Ah...had he not drunk blood before while having sex? Her stomach flipped at the possibility of doing something different with the clearly master-in-bed Astarion. Her tongue throbbed and hurt, but she pressed back and let him take what he liked. The rumble in his chest and moan felt far more raw and primal this time from him. Because of the way he filled her up so well, she keened as she felt him throbbing. "Outside." |
"Doesn’t matter. I’m a vampire ." Astarion growled. |
From all her reading in the libraries of Baldur’s Gate, she knew that to be false. Still, even if it could only happen if certain conditions were met, she wouldn’t risk it. " Mark me, Astarion. " Better to reword it than argue. |
A heady groan tumbled from him along with a curse. He didn’t slow, his hands hooking under her thighs and she yelped a the change in angle. Too much but so good. "Oh Gods, I’m gunna..." |
"Do it." He commanded and she screamed, short but loud and she locked up around him. She heard him curse again and the drag out of her clenching insides was rough. It took nothing but a few pumps of his fist and the odd feeling of his thick seed splashed over her torso. The scent was pungent, but not disgusting. Sex put into a smell. She reeked of the combination now, her cunt pulsing with the aftershocks of her second orgasm. |
Astarion crumbled and landed on his side where most of the grass was instead of the dirt. Wasting no time, she rolled onto her own facing him, and she reached out. He flinched when she touched his arm, but she persisted, gently rubbing up and down. Up and down. His eyes remained closed and any breath he took was aborted. "That’s it." She echoed his words back at him and watched as his lips quirked up in an amused, tired smirk. "I’m not going to ask for anything as oh-so-horrible as an after-sex cuddle...but rest. Dawn isn’t for a few hours, and we could both benefit from some shut-eye." |
"Full-elves don’t sleep, you know." A quiet sigh and he rolled onto his back, eyes remaining closed. |
"I’m aware, you cheeky bastard." She shoved him and he snickered. She sat up and grimaced. The deed was done, he had no obligation to her. Before, during, or after. "Did you by chance bring any rags?" She watched Astarion wave with a grunt toward the pile of black clothes. Getting up, she only stumbled a little. The ache in her body didn’t compare to her Moon Cycles. A bottle of water had been tucked among the clothes and she cleaned herself up with one rag, then came over and set the second damp cloth slowly on his belly. He jolted, but huffed and took it from her. Her face felt red as she finally got a look at him. Soft now, but still...thick. She wondered what it looked like erect, but...she shook her head. This was a one-time deal. He hadn’t wanted this from her to begin with, so why would it happen again? |
Rather than get sad and mopey about it, she pulled on her clothes and lay down in the grass as well. She was near enough to Astarion she could reach out and touch him, but not close enough to be considered asking for more. |
Tomorrow, they would go back to camp like nothing had happened. Everyone would know, but no one would say anything. She would have to pack up things and help load stuff into a cart while drained and woozy. She would worry about how she would act towards Astarion and know he would think her ridiculous. Everyone else would, too. |
How did people manage these sorts of things? She’d just been an assistant in a shop that had been destroyed as the Nautiloid passed by, writing papers and organizing files. She was nothing fucking special. How all these people blindly followed her she had no idea. Now she had an aching heart for a vampire, of all people. A sassy man who covered his pain with humor. Who lied through his pointy teeth on a regular basis and yet she still trusted him. Let him take from her she had never let anyone else have. Trusted him enough with her body because he did know what he was doing and everyone else scared her. |
Astarion didn’t scare her. Not like that. All she feared was losing the one person who had remained a constant since this whole mess started, Shadowheart notwithstanding. Even when he had been angry with her for her rejection, he stayed at her back. Didn’t even question he would accompany their party into the unknown, just grabbed his bow and walked away. She could’ve told him to remain at camp, but then where would they be? Dead in the goblin camp, she was sure. |
He was quick-witted and his verbal bite made her think things through differently. Everyone’s input meant something in the long run, but he actively altered how she approached situations. |
"You’re thinking too much." Astarion made noise beside her and when she opened her eyes his red ones stared back at her. He’d put on his leggings without her noticing his movement and was on his side. Closer than she anticipated. "Sex is supposed to help you unwind, darling. You’re about the same as you were when we started." |
"I’m not." She responded, too quickly and he arched a brow. "Nothing will be the same. I’m not stupid enough to think it would be." |
His expression smoothed out. "Look, if you’re concerned about how you’ll act...how things will be tomorrow...don’t. It doesn’t matter to me. If anything this little...frolic of ours in the woods might make us work even better together! Don’t you think?" his smile was wicked sharp and it made her heart squeeze. She liked how mussed his hair looked but she also wanted to smooth it down for him. "In all honesty, I’d much rather see how things will be now that I’ve cracked that shy little shell of yours." |
Oh. Kerica flushed deep and she nodded. |
"There we have it. Show me what you're made of, my dear. Don’t hold back. I’m becoming quite curious the more I think about it." Astarion’s smile widened and she could see a hint of sincerity within it. He laid back down in the grass, head pillowed on his arm. "Now, someone mentioned resting . So rest, my dear." |
Kerica closed her eyes, took a deep long breath, and did as she was told. |
I wouldn’t do that to... |
Please say yes to me... |
Hundreds of years held under heel and now, of course, of course-- you’re crying after you’ve thrown yourself into someone else’s... |
That thrumming, that psionic push into dream that accompanied nightly trips into the astral realm and the company of the Emperor; like water wrapping itself around you when you dive into the ocean. It was easy to recognize, to Zephyr, but it always stuck in his stomach. No longer unfamiliar, but uncomfortable still, to tread the dissonance between walking across interplanar rock and sleeping in bed, both in simultaneous reality. |
The Emperor once donned a disguise for him, but had since shed false skins, and also his shirt. Slick ridges and grooves of lavender flesh and muscle guided one's eye downwards, but his head or-- face, the leer in his gaze atop four hovering tendrils claimed priority. The silhouette of a mindflayer in waiting against the plane of soaring comets and stars. |
"You have taken to evolution well," his words rang directly in Zephyr’s mind, as easily as his own thoughts would. Though his tone was soft, his eyes were discerning. |
"I’m. Taking," he whispered, considering the dark veins that climbed up his arm, across all of him. "I look so different. Maybe I think different too?" He hadn’t noticed his recent habit of speaking to him as though he were musing to himself. |
"Apprehension is natural," he mused, like if an illithid could be shy, "But it’s never any good to us." |
Silence hung in their space, Zephyr watched his tentacles curl around each other, reassuring one another. |
Then, an itch in the back of the mind, calling for attention. |
Despite the uncovered deception, he and his guardian had grown even more intimate; at first he sought him out to better understand his awakened powers, and then merely to speak. The implications tiptoed around the margins of his thoughts, outlining what was denied a voice, and something on his face seemed to stir the Emperor further. Sensations began to hasten, to blossom all throughout him. |
Vanilla bloomed on the edge of his tongue, Zephyr was salivating at its sweet taste. He reached a hand up to his lips in shock, before the Emperor beckoned him to look back. Though his face could scrunch, his eyebrows could tense in apprehension towards his rapidly evolving want, those deep eyes hadn’t a chance to pull away. Entranced. |
"I can’t stop thinking of you. Especially now, with the gap between us bridged. Have you... been wondering about this?" |
It felt rhetorical, even sarcastic. He’d already lit up the dark of it directly, and shown Zephyr his answers before the questions were asked. |
"Do you want to be more?" |
Zephyr managed to hold his tongue, though his guardian was less reserved. He’d moved in, let the ends of his tendrils brush across the drow’s shoulders and; as much as Zephyr wished he minded it, he held his hands up for them to slide across and under like pet snakes. It didn’t seem uncouth until he pulled away and realized they’d coated each digit in some viscous fluid. |
It surprised him, misled him even. His tongue pressed against his upper lip in full view, and his heart beat in rhythm with that thrum. This was a mindflayer’s proposition. |
With all might he could muster, he swallowed his spit and considered Astarion. |
Astarion lay blanketed in Zephyr, the both of them in underwear beneath the sheets, and twirled circles in his long white hair like a little fish swimming little laps in its usual pond. He needn’t start his reverie for some time, and while at first he didn’t understand his other’s choice to sleep, in time he found himself looking forward to its ritual each night. |
First, the long talks and laughter, until he’d drift away. Then came the quiet, slight movements in his slumber. If he was lucky, Zephyr would distract his reading by rolling over and heedlessly placing an arm across his lap. |
The steps were growing familiar to him. Not the usual, dreary flavor of familiar, but a welcoming one of satisfaction, of achievement. After so much effort, and emancipation , Astarion now combed his nails across his paramour’s cheek in a shameless adoration he’d allowed himself only so recently. |
A small twitch of his darling’s eyelash, and Astarion scoffed at his new quaint romanticism, How adorable. |
Once the mere figment of him and Astarion crossed Zephyr’s mind, the illithid had already taken hold of it. He took control, then dropped both of them into the memories, diving deeper into the dream. |
Fanciful flights about his passionate bouts with Astarion filled his vision. From the first time in the midst of the wilds, to the latest cries of love and devotion in the comfort of their shared bed. That hunger, those fangs buried in his neck; the taste of Astarion’s cunt on his tongue, and the high coos his lover’s famous ego deigned to forfeit. |
"You’re so close." they surfaced back to their comet, and the present, "We could be too, if you wanted. We..." Desperation had crept into the Emperor’s voice, envy, and he struggled to stop and wait for the answer. |
Zephyr sighed, his stomach spinning and temperature rising. His hand had wandered back to a tentacle, as though innocently curious if it was still slick. Moments of indecision are contradictory forces; suffocating in their rigidness yet tortuous in their surrounding discomfort. Like the eye of a hurricane. Tiny, squirming things stroked between his fingers and his thumb; he could kiss them, he could welcome them... |
The Emperor tried to reach out to him, to feel the soft of his cheek and the length of his hair as Astarion would. He was stopped short. |
"I’m sorry. I..." Zephyr knew the right thing to do but could barely force the words out, "Wouldn’t. Do that to..." |
"Oh," gloom drowned the illithid’s tone, the stars in the distance seemed to dim, and he pulled in closer. Violet, slender hands cradled the drow’s lower back, a gentle notion in stark contrast to the change in his behavior, "I understand. I can fix that." |
Telekinesis picked him up, the ground gently nudged away from Zephyr’s feet. Chest thumping in triple time, it felt like his last chance, "Wait--". |
"Trust me," the Emperor insisted, somber, and the thrum raced through his desire. |
With time enough solely to gasp , his dangling legs clamped together, knee over knee, and he-- |
An instant, sudden rush. From untouched to there, in simple demonstration. |
The tension of it locked in all his joints, so Zephyr winced and huffed it out between his teeth. |
"Darling?" Astarion cocked an eyebrow, his beloved gripping his shirt tighter, his eyes clenched in slumber. With the faintest touch, so as to be as gentle as possible, he lifted the chin and perused him. Was it some form of night terror? he pondered, but when he pulled his leg away the damp above his knee told him as much as he needed. Oh. A little wet dream, how fun for you! he thought, gently resting fingertips against Zephyr’s pussy, just to confirm. Drenched. |
Far be it from me to interrupt, he smirked. |
"Beyond the simple pleasures," the Emperor continued, "I can make you feel anything." |
Zephyr shuttered in his psionic grasp, jaw dropped, drool spilling over the cup of his mouth. Fingernails long and blunt skimmed his spine, and at the mere suggestion Zephyr’s body was coaxed up against the Emperor’s smooth form. |
"I can show you how the others see me," he considered, and then brought that version of himself to life. "You’ve felt it before, looking at someone like me. Like us." |
Purple orbs in his head turned black, they grew darker, sunken in, deeper and bigger into endless twin abysses. Sharp teeth emerged along the length of each of his thrashing tentacles, threatening to carve into dark elf flesh like hungry, living brambles. |
Zephyr’s eyes watered, his feet kicked, his heart begged to escape the cage of his ribs. Fear, everything was fear. |
A once proud drow turned to utter, animalistic dread. |
The Emperor bore down on him in scrutiny, as if to divine truth from Zephyr’s panic. The villainous thing that would devour his brain grew larger, learned of him and his secret hiding places. It wanted him, and it was closing in. |
Astarion huffed, baffled, clutching him tight to try and calm his darling’s frenzied breathing. |
"ghHAA-- hk," Zephyr shrieked. Up to a pitch he couldn’t sound, so it gave way to a stammered wheeze at the bottom of his throat. He shook in another orgasm, wracking a body already drained by adrenaline and fright. |
Bodily autonomy had been surrendered. All Zephyr could exert was the slight flexing of his knuckles. |
"Ssshh, sshhhhh," Astarion petted him in soft, consistent strokes, bracing one arm into his back to hold him firm against him. "Ssshh," he continued, desperate to soothe the nightmare. |
Under unconscious instinct, Zephyr pressed his forehead above Astarion’s breast, his nails threatening to cut into the garment, to scrape his partner’s skin. Clung onto him for dear life, yet his thighs were locked tighter around his lover’s leg. |
Astarion’s eyes were shiny, his brow crinkled in concern. Lips pursed, he was out of his depth and couldn’t fathom how to help. Then Zephyr pulled on his shirt and ground his pussy hard into him, moaning roughly in his sleep. |
He’d refused to look, the Emperor, unwilling to witness the great burden he bore; the responsibility to be understood at any cost. "You can imagine how cruel it is to be seen like that. When this is done, you’ll know how much better the alternative is." |
So exhausted, on every physical, emotional, and mental level, Zephyr could only be thankful for the slowing of his pulse. |
The mindflayer examined his face; his features riddled with obsidian, branching, veins the tadpole inflicted. "It must mean something. It has to mean something. For you to choose to be like me instead of like him." |
Every limb slack, his head held upright merely by the Emperor’s will. |
"Is that what you meant to tell me? I saw you, denying any road to vampirism after accepting my gift. You knew I was watching, tell me that’s what you meant." |
His response was a slow, weary nod, devoid of intention. It wasn’t a real answer, but it was to be done. |
The Emperor, however, took it in earnest. |
The blossoms became a flood. A torrential downpour of feeling. Cascading warmth filled up his belly and flowed out through his arms, out the ends of his hands, but hung in the front of his head. Blazing heat behind his brow. |
"Ohhh. oHHhhhhhh," cried Zephyr, his song tickling the Emperor’s brain and Astarion’s ears. |
His panties grew thin and useless, his compulsive need driving him to drag his pussy up near the peak of Astarion’s knee. The pale elf’s cheeks had turned a shameless bright pink, convinced he’d been cursed with madness and failing to comprehend what was happening. His attempts to lock lips with him seemed invisible, and in lue of that he slapped a palm over him to preserve their modesty towards their friends in neighboring rooms. |
Zephyr muffled, Astarion took in his rolled back eyes with rapt attention. |
In parallel, the Emperor kept Zephyr tremoring in open air, looming over him, inches away. His tendrils reared back, but didn’t cross the distance, simply observed him and dripped. |
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