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Blurg’s skin tingled with pleasure to hear Omeluum set it out so clearly, but the thought of it being forced to carry out such acts was a distressing one, even if it was many years in the past. |
-Do not worry, I find it easier to dismiss such memories now. Our work is an excellent aid.- |
Blurg hummed under his breath, worries slightly assuaged. |
-And you yourself are a... hm. An even better distraction, yes.- |
-Well, this doesn’t mean you get to blame me for not getting your research finished.- Blurg pressed a sleepy kiss to Omeluum’s tentacles, nuzzling his nose against them. -But I am glad to hear that.- |
His fingers strayed to the marks at Omeluum’s arm and wrist, brow creasing. -I wish this had not happened to you.- His mindvoice was quiet, lulled by the drowsiness of extreme pleasure and overstimulation. |
-There is one singular positive outcome.- |
-Oh? I suppose now that our surface-dwelling friend will have put the fear into them, so it will not happen again.- |
Omeluum’s arm slid around Blurg, big hand resting on the swell of his arse in a fashion he could almost describe as possessive. -It served as the catalyst we both seem to have needed to begin our experimentation in earnest.- |
-Oh! Mmm, I like that.- Blurg burrowed his face into Omeluum’s tentacles as they stroked his hair and down his back. -This does not feel as strange as I imagined it would. It feels... hm, natural.- |
-For myself, too.- Omeluum’s hips twitched, and it sighed happily in Blurg’s mind. -Do not fall asleep, Blurg. We must test the hypothesis, remember?- |
-There is always another day, my friend.- He smiled into its tentacles, warmth suffusing him. |
-Hmm, many other days.- |
"So, this Nettie was no luck, we have a missing druid out there taken by Goblins, and who very well may be our last hope of getting the wee ones out of our head, and to top it off: we have a devil on the loose?" |
Gale always had a way with words, and the one time he should have minced them, he didn't. The day's recap had stung and burned like a hot poker on one's flesh. It was a reminder of how far they had come but had little to show for it. Seeing as how quickly he had soured the mood around the campfire, he opted to say noth... |
Lae'zel naturally added into the conversation, displeased as she could ever be. "This Halsin isn't our only cure, but if you all insist on wasting time saving the druid, be my guest. Come morning, I will scout for my kin, and find the creché we seek. Then we shall have our cure." |
Tav let out a heavy sigh. Shadowheart was prepared to rebut against the gith, but one quick dirty look from the sorceress, along with the words "don't even start" mouthed silently quickly stopped anything being said. The cleric was certainly not about to risk angering their "leader" after she got caught with a blade at... |
"If that's what you need to do Lae'zel, then do it. Come morning, this Blade of Frontiers will be joining us. If we help him find this devil, he'll join us, and Hells know we could use him. He has a good reputation, and if we run into trouble, he can probably pull some strings with his name." Tav went to grab her mug o... |
Tav grabbed onto her aching wrist, her breath coming out in a slight hiss. "Gods above..." She groaned. |
Shadowheart motioned for the sorceress to give her her aching hand, and uttered an incantation, her hands giving off a soft glow, as she attempted to mend the ache. "That's what happens when you use your fists when you're not used to it. Now just hold still a moment longer." Shadowheart chided the elf. |
"It was funny though. He had a good few inches on her, and yet she still managed to knock him unconscious in one swing." Astarion chimed in, letting out a haughty chuckle after. |
Tav glanced at the elf for a moment, taking in his appearance. Something was off about him. Were his cheeks always this hollow? And he looks like he was damn near ready to collapse at any moment. She reached over, to put a hand on his forehead, which he promptly scooted away from the second he noticed her going to touc... |
"What are you doing?!" His voice broke out, clearly in a moment of panic. He had lurched back so far he actually fell back on his rear, off his seat. |
Tav withdrew her hand, even scooting away from him just a little. She was visibly confused, and concerned. "You look like you're not doing well, Astarion. You're paler than normal, and that's saying something considering your already pallid complexion. Are you alright?" There was something wrong with him, that much she... |
"Could he...? No, that can’t be right. He can walk in sunlight just fine. Perhaps the lack of sleep is making me see things. Though, I’ll keep an eye on him." |
He stood from where he sat, after his sudden jump from his seat. Brushing off his clothing and sorting himself out, he cleared his throat. "I'm fine, just not feeling quite myself this evening. I'm sorry to pass on dinner, Gale, but I do think I'll retire early tonight." |
"Wait, before you go." Tav quickly stopped the gentleman before he could leave the campfire. Rummaging through her bag, she pulled out a myriad of vials and pouches, before pulling out a small bottle with an odd violet liquid inside. She'd hold it out in her hand, offering it to him. "This is a potion that helps reduce... |
Not wanting to be rude, or rather draw suspicion, Astarion took the vial offered to him. When he drew closer, a delectable scent filled his nose and lungs; sweet, rich, so decadent it felt like a sin just to smell it. He peered at her arm, noticing a touch of blood on the sleeve of her tunic; it was still fresh. His ga... |
She noticed him staring, clearing her throat. "Astarion?" |
"Hm?" Her voice managed to bring him back, thankfully right on time. If she didn't, who knows what he might have done. "Right, sorry, I lost my focus there for a moment. But darling, you're bleeding. Shouldn't you be taking care of that?" |
Tav looked at her arm, flinching at the sight. "By the Gods, not again." She'd groan in frustration, setting the vial down for Astarion to take when he was ready, Gale all but dropped everything to rush to her aid, a flurry of questions leaving him as to how she hurt herself so, and more importantly, why she didn’t tre... |
Those words couldn't have been said better if he asked; he had to get out of there quickly, leaving Tav and the others to their business. From the entrance of his tent, he saw Gale and Shadowheart look at her arm; the wound itself was barely a scratch, but where it was was what led to the excessive bleeding. He could h... |
Astarion closed the flap to his tent, looking over the bottle that the sorceress had given him. "This sort of thing won't work." He'd sigh, flopping onto his bedroll, and practically burying his head into his pillows. "Just have to wait until they're all asleep, and hope I can find something..." Until then, he laid the... |
"Just a couple hours... you can do this. You've had worse. Hells know you'll be happy with just a plagued rat...’ |
Rest wouldn't come for him, not yet; all he could feel the next four hours was a strong pain in his belly, his throat raw and sore, desperate for sustenance. He peered at the slight crack at the bottom of the flap of his tent. Only a dim light broke through, a sign that the campfire was dying out. No one had fed it, wh... |
"Right, she mentioned keeping her distance because she worked during the night... is she awake, perhaps?' |
One soft footstep after the other, he took strides closer and closer to her tent. The flap of it was hanging half-open, letting some of the cool night air enter. From where he stood, he could see her bedroll, some blankets, and even her long raven hair bound in a tight braid lay off to the side. He stopped, listening f... |
The closer he moved in, the stronger the scent became, and the stronger his hunger pains grew. He was becoming desperate, his bloodlust overcoming his senses. When he reached the tent, he slinked in through the opening, and there she was; barely anything covered her delicate flesh, save for a short pair of trousers and... |
"Maybe if I'm quick... she won't notice." |
He held his breath, kneeling down, crawling to her side as his hands went to either side of her. As he was looking down at her, he was momentarily distracted taking in the sight of her face up close. He never had the opportunity to look at her so closely, with so little distractions. When it wasn't covered in blood or ... |
"Please just stay asleep... it will only be this one time. Then never again." |
He drew in closer, if he didn't know any better, he could swear his heart was racing in his chest. The anticipation, the desire to sink his teeth into her supple throat, and drink her delectable blood was too much. He was so close to being able to feed on his first thinking creature. So close, fangs just barely making ... |
"Shit." It was all he could say in the moment, but what shocked him more was she didn't seem to scream, didn't go for a weapon, but she certainly scrambled to wherever she could in a panic. Her face was dripping in a cold sweat, breathing amped up, she was like cornered prey. And it certainly wasn't helping in his bloo... |
"No no, please it's not what you think!" Her panic was contagious; cornered prey was dangerous, and his mistake caused him to corner the worst kind, the one that was afraid, and unpredictable. And to make it worse, he knew she could end him right there if she wanted to, no stake necessary. "I swear. I wasn't going to h... |
"How can a vampire walk in the sun? How can you go through rivers and enter my tent without invitation?" Her questions came out rushed, as she demanded answers; but he wondered, how long had she suspected him? Or did she simply take a stab in the dark? Though he should have known better; her occupation and skills in al... |
"I-I don't know. You know as much as I do. But please..." he lowered his voice, trying to ease the situation as best as he could. "Just... calm down. I promise you, I'm no threat to you. I just need blood." |
"And you sought to attack me in my sleep?! How am I to trust you when you were planning on killing me!" |
"I wasn't going to kill you, now would you please keep your voice down, I would much rather not have someone in camp stake me." He tried to keep his own voice low; if she kept it up, no doubt she'd wake the others, and he'd have no chance of surviving the night. He already knew very well he had no friends among them, a... |
She furrowed her brow at him, he could see sparks begin to flare at her fingertips; he was not winning the debate here, she was prepared to strike if he took a wrong step. "If you weren’t here to kill me, then what? Turn me into one of your obedient spawn?" |
Her words caught him off guard; did she truly believe he was a vampire lord? Or was there a simple case of misinformation? Either way, there was little time to explain; his life was on the line, she was on edge and afraid. If he could at least ease her woes, he had a chance. |
"Darling, if I wanted to hurt or kill you, I would have done it thrice over by now." He took a deep breath. "It’s true, I am a vampire, but I am no lord or master of my kind; I am a spawn myself. I am pleading with you, just let me explain, I promise, all will be clear if you simply humor me." |
Tav peered at him, suspicious; all of this was too much for her to believe, but he had a point. Vampire spawn or no, he had every ability to cut her down at any point. The pair had been alone numerous times, and besides their first meeting, he had never intentionally hurt her. And while she hated to admit it, there was... |
"Alright. Explain yourself." Her voice was commanding, firm, but it was far more preferable to her fearful screams. But behind her voice, he could still sense that hint of fear. "Be quick about it." |
This wasn’t going to be easy; not everything to him was easy to talk about, and he didn’t wish to explain his entire history to someone who was a complete stranger to him still. He took a deep breath, mulling over his next words carefully, for they could be his last if she deemed it. |
"Now before I go on, I really mean it when I say I didn’t mean to hurt you; I had a lapse of judgment. Not to make things strange, but... when I smelled your blood earlier on your arm, it roused my hunger. The only thing more dangerous than a vampire is a starving vampire. Since the crash, I’ve only fed on animals; boa... |
Tav folded her arms across her chest; slowly, she seemed to relax. His story was starting to work, she was believing his words, for now at least. He could almost feel a slight relief wash over him. |
"But between the goblins, and even the tieflings in the grove, the area has been ransacked of suitable prey for me. I haven’t had a decent meal in days, Hells, not since the crash if we’re being exact, and I just feel so weak." His voice softened, his expression twisting as the pain stabbed into his belly once again, o... |
Before she could even respond, the familiar headache she felt when she first met him returned, and the same feeling was happening to him as well. Their minds had connected, and in it, she saw a vision of the man before him, locked in chains, standing in a pool of blood that dripped from his back and down his body, a vo... |
The way she looked at him changed instantly, and he noticed it; her look of anger faded, and she now looked at him with a sort of sadness, and shock that he had never seen anyone give him. "He tortured you. You didn’t choose to become a spawn, didn’t you?" |
He swallowed the lump that seemed to form in his throat, choking down any hesitance he was starting to feel. "Yes, and no. Details of how I was turned aside, vampire lords aren’t known for their kindness, especially to their spawn, their "children’. Let’s just say disobedience was not met with a simple slap on the wris... |
The more he began to explain himself, she could feel a twinge in her heart; a sort of pity, but something beyond that. Compassion, perhaps. She began to see him less like a starving monster, and more as a person who was just as scared as she was; there were plenty of things left unanswered still. Right now, knowing exa... |
She’d purse her lips, peering at him inquisitively. "Have you ever killed anyone before?" |
An odd question, quite out of the blue. Even he couldn't understand why, but as confused as he was, he had no choice but to answer. "Not a soul, at the very least, not for food. The only kills I carried out that you haven’t seen me do were on -his- orders, or in self-defense." |
She peered at him, listening and watching for any hints of lying anywhere in his response. Nothing stood out, not even a single twitch or voice crack. She took a deep breath, mulling her next question. "Are you able to control yourself when feeding? Would you be able to stop before killing your prey, no matter how hung... |
Her questions were sounding more and more odd the longer it continued. But if answering a couple specific questions kept the stake out of his ribs, he'd gladly take the risk. "I'm... I'm not sure." |
"I need a solid answer, Astarion." She pressed the point further home. She couldn’t afford maybes, not with him. |
He wasn't expecting her to be so difficult, but anyone would be worried in her shoes. Part of him couldn't blame her, but he feared deep down where this inquisition was going. "I don't know because I've never fed on thinking creatures before. My old master forbade any of his spawn from feeding on them; I've only fed on... |
Strangely enough, that was the answer that seemed to catch her off-guard; not killing anyone was one thing, but to never have fed on a humanoid? The more she saw or heard of his master, the more she began to see how he was far crueler than most masters; were they all like this to their spawn? Or was it just him. Then a... |
"And you're absolutely certain of that?" An idea was brewing in her mind, but she wouldn't be able to go through with it without understanding the man before her as a vampire, not as a normal person. |
Astarion shook his head. "None. I swear. I never even touched the goblins we’ve slain at the grove. It was too risky, and truth be told, I think I’d rather eat a plagued rat than a goblin. Foul creatures..." |
This was a bad idea; she knew the sort of risk she was taking with this, but there was no choice. He was too big of an asset to lose; she needed him, dangerous creature or not. She took a deep breath, moving her braid and any straggling strands of hair to one side of her neck. |
"Here. It's not ideal, but you need blood; you can feed on me, but not more than what you need." She spoke clearly, but with a false confidence; Astarion could feel the fear and nervousness behind it all. Part of him wondered if perhaps she was setting him up. |
"Really? I mean..." Her offer was the biggest shock of the evening; understandably, no one really trusted vampires. And people who weren’t vampires only offered their necks for one reason, in his experience: to become one themselves. He should have been elated, but he couldn’t help but wonder what game she was playing ... |
Her anxiety and fear was only growing as time passed; she could feel her heart race wildly in her chest. "Like it or not, we're in this situation together. We both benefit from this arrangement; you need blood, but this comes at a price." |
"Of course there's a price..." the dreaded thought passed through his mind. |
She looked him straight in the eye, steadfast and standing firm. "I will give you blood whenever you require it, but in exchange, you help protect me and those in this camp, like you have been. Also cannot feed on the blood of innocents without their consent; you're free to feed on anyone we're bound to kill anyways. B... |
He pondered the offer; it really was a generous one, considering the circumstances. He wondered if she truly did benefit from this arrangement. All he had witnessed of her suggested she was more than capable of protecting herself. But he was certainly still interested in hearing this to the end. |
"So you're telling me you'll let me bite into that pretty little neck of yours if I just keep you safe? I do that already, darling. It’s not really a negotiation." |
She rolled her eyes. "Call me a greenhorn negotiator then; but this way, you have no need to worry about food, or a repeat of whatever happened tonight. But one more thing: in the future, all I ask is that you give me a warning of when you need to feed, so I can properly prepare. Now, do we have an agreement? Or would ... |
Astarion folded his arms across his chest, seeming to think the deal over for a while, attempting to ignore the pain in his stomach from hunger. In truth, he was waiting to see if perhaps her fear would kick in, and make her back out. A fair number of minutes would pass, and there was no protest. Whether she knew it or... |
"Alright, you have a deal. I'll protect you in exchange for your blood, and I’ll be sure to ask, or wait for you to invite me for a nibble. Now if you don't mind..." He'd approach her, bringing his hand to her neck, just barely touching it as his thumb ran ever so lightly along her pulse point. "I’ve been controlling m... |
Already she felt like she was going to regret this arrangement, but at the very least, she felt he'd at least keep his promise if it meant he had a steady food source. "How should we do this? I'm not exactly well-versed in how vampires feed. At least, ones that don’t intend to kill their victims." |
Astarion took a couple steps back, motioning to the bedroll she originally laid upon. "It will be easier if you lay down; you know that losing blood spells trouble with dizziness, or so I hope, considering your occupation. Last I checked, falling and hitting your head doesn’t feel very good." |
There was no way in Hells she wouldn’t be nervous at the prospect. In the back of her mind, she questioned why she was willing to defend a vampire of all creatures, knowing how devious and power-hungry they could be. But there was something about him, something he had that she had never seen in other vampires. She was ... |
There was no point in delaying things any longer. Thankfully she was already dressed in smallclothes she didn't care if they got dirty or not. And Gods knew that blood stains on clothing wasn't going to be a strange occurrence in this camp. She moved to the bedroll, laying down on her back, neck clear and ready for him... |
"So, seeing as this is both our firsts for this kind of thing, are you preferring something gentle?" He took her form as she lay in the bedroll. How in the hells no one in camp has laid a hand on her was beyond him. "Or, are you the type to like it a little painful? I can do either, darling." His words almost came out ... |
"Astarion, I can assure you I am not doing this for physical pleasure, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t make it sound so crass." Tav cleared her throat, glancing away momentarily, and from the corner of her eye, she saw him crawl closer to her, one of her legs ending up between his. Before she knew it, he hovered... |
Her little physical quirks didn't go amiss, as Astarion let out a soft chuckle. "I was merely jesting earlier; I'll be gentle, I promise. Now just relax, I’ll try to make it quick and painless." His voice was soft and dare she believe, showed care and concern. His crass jokes aside, he seemed to make a genuine effort t... |
He moved his face right into her neck, the pulse point where her blood flowed, just begging to be freed from her pristine, supple neck. It was unbearable how even when there wasn't any blood flowing from her, he could practically smell it already. It took all his strength not to pierce his teeth into her neck and drain... |
Before baring his fangs, he lapped his tongue against her neck, slowly, letting the warmth of her skin radiate against his tongue and lips. Even her skin had tasted sweet; were all thinking creatures like this, or was it simply just her? He could feel her shudder and her breath halt at his touch, he couldn't help but g... |
Astarion moved to her ear, lowering his voice to the softest whisper. "This is a gift, you know. I won't forget it. Thank you." Before she could even get a response, he sank his fangs into her neck, just in the spot where he licked, trying to make it as quick and painless as possible. The blood from the wound flooded i... |
Resisting the urge to wrap her arms around his body, she'd close her hands into tight fists, squeezing so hard that her nails would stab into the palms of her hands. The longer he continued, the more weak she felt, the numbness starting to set in. Before she could even get weaker, she forced her hand off the bedroll an... |
Astarion forced himself away from her neck with a sharp groan, teeth and lips stained crimson, even trickles of blood seeped past his lips. Already he looked leagues better, his eyes brighter and more alert, he even had just the faintest hint of red on his cheeks. |
"Gods above..." He sounded like he was out of breath, those words coming out in a gasp, his excitement was obvious. The expression he showed, it was pure bliss, something she didn’t think he was even capable of showing, and it made her heart throb for a moment in her chest. |
Tav could barely keep her eyes open, let alone say a word in response, drifting in and out. Weak and unable to speak, she'd just barely lift her arm, pointing to her bag from earlier. Without some kind of help, she wouldn't last the night; Astarion peeked to where she was pointing, going right to her bag in question. H... |
"It's moments like this your tendency to procrastinate on putting your things away comes in handy." Sifting through the bag, he picked out a couple healing potions, grabbing the one labeled with five crosses; he had only seen her use one like this once before, on one of the injured tieflings at the grove gates. Holding... |
Once he got the right bottle, he made quick work to rearrange their positions slightly. Gingerly he'd lift her upper body up just enough so he could slip behind her, and allow her head to rest on his lap. "I know this isn't ideal, darling, but just bear with it for now." He brought the bottle to his lips, using his tee... |
With extreme caution, he slowly dripped the contents of the bottle into her mouth, being careful of how much he gave her. It tasted awful but a poor tasting potion was a small price to pay for quicker healing wounds, and getting rid of the ache at her neck. Once the bottle was half-empty, she brought her hand to the cl... |
Once the bottle was completely empty, Astarion set it off to the side, out of the way for both of them, and strangely, he stayed where he was. He'd bring his hand to the one that held the handkerchief, just nudging it away enough to look at the wound. "You might want to leave it there a bit longer, it's going to bleed ... |
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