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The druid has all but fallen silent except for the huffing and puffing of his ragged voice. Burying every inch of him inside Astarion’s walls is more blissful than anything he could have imagined. He’s wetter than a waterfall and twice as beautiful.
"UNNH! NN! I’m— I’m so good— a good boy— I’ve been good!" Astarion babbles.
The vampire’s pink clit sits neglected under the pounding Halsin has been giving his cunt. The druid reaches down and gives it a generous swirl with his thumb.
Astarion whines and tries to wrench his hips away but it just ends up giving him another angle to rub his clit at. Halsin tugs on it for fun and goes back to rubbing circles on it, this time with the pads of all his fingers combined in a big, heavy paw.
A jolt of ecstacy shoots through the little elf’s body and melts into euphoria. "AAAH!! Nnnh! Mmnnn..." Astarion’s brow furrows and his eyes squeeze shut.
He can feel something building — a wildfire of pleasure tingling in his stomach. It’s scary. He doesn’t want it to end. With a blinding bloom of light, his eyes snap back open.
" Gasp! N-no! Not yet, c-can’t..." Astarion lets out an anxious cry as he grabs Halsin’s wrist.
Halsin’s hips stutter to a halt.
"Can’t cum... you — AH! — first... cum in — NN! — me... please..." Astarion pleaded. His eyelids flutter. It hurts to think. All he can do is look at Halsin with the lust and longing he's felt for him ever since they met.
He even squeezes the walls of his pussy for emphasis, making Halsin hiss and moan.
"Plee—eease... need you to cum... I love you... I love you..." Astarion rambles. "I—I need you..."
Suddenly, Halsin realizes this is no out-of-the-ordinary flu. He recalls that strange potion he shoved down Astarion's gullet earlier today. He knew there was something odd about the way it had no effect on him — it must have been some sort of charm potion that kicked in once Halsin grabbed him.
He sits on his haunches and sighs, riddled with guilt. He rubs Astarion's trembling thigh, ready to pull out and tuck him back in his clothes.
Astarion furrows his brow in confusion.
"I’m sorry," Halsin shakes his head and laughs a bit. "It seems my efforts to do right by you tend to be disasters instead," Halsin grunts. His cock is still tugging on Astarion's insides.
" What?! You, I—I..." Astarion tears up and scowls at him. His brain is a blank sheet. What in the hells is he talking about? All he knows is he has to figure it out fast , because Halsin is grabbing the root of his cock like he’s about to pull out , he can’t, he can’t, he can’t...
"You — the real Astarion — despise me. I should know better than to take advantage of you in this state..."
His mind races through all of their interactions, but when he comes to last week, he can’t remember any. He can only think of all the times he glared at Halsin silently and slipped away whenever he came close. All those petty times he went to go feed in his tent just because he didn’t want to sit next to Halsin for dinner. His face heats up faster than a furnace.
"No! No! I—I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I don't care about the stupid cat! I—I was... I wanted to spend time with you... but you took all night trimming that wretched thing's claws..."
The real Astarion is boiling inside, furious and scandalized that he’s just revealing his inner feelings willy-nilly. He tries to scold Halsin for being a prick, for not being there for him, for being a dumb oaf, but instead of letting out an angry growl, he just gasps for air. The Astarion lying on his back hyperventilates and weeps for his life.
"You— you worthless—... ugly... stupid..." He rubs and wipes his eyes as he tries to think of more insults. Every inch of his face is streaked with tears and it's all Halsin's fault. "Don’t you get it? I love you..."
Astarion digs his nails into Halsin’s thighs and weakly locks his feet around his back as if that’ll get him to stay. His shoulders and chest tremble as he cries.
It's times like this that he’s grateful not to have a reflection. He must look like a great big fool crying on his back, naked as the day he was born. He couldn't help that he loved Halsin so much... and wanted him to be by his side all the time... and felt hopelessly jealous of any man, woman, or animal that got his attention...
Astarion sniffles and braces for Halsin's reaction — perhaps a cold pulling out and hastily squeezing into pants would follow. He certainly wouldn't blame him. Only nothing of the sort happened. If anything, Halsin gave him a happy little smile.
"Astarion, is that true?" Halsin asks, not wanting to tease or offend him but unable to hide his amusement.
The little elf frowns indignantly. He wants to say " no, haha, I fooled you, idiot ," as if he'd been planning this all along; so, he opens his mouth and takes a deep breath.
"Yes! I need you! I love you, I love you, I love you!"
Astarion cusses in his head. No! That's not how that was supposed to go!
Halsin sighs dreamily and picks Astarion up again, this time opting to drag him outside the tent and lift him high so he could wrap his legs around his waist. The vampire yelps at his center of gravity changing so suddenly. The druid, hard as a rock, lowers him until his tip breaches his pussy.
"Oh!" Astarion gasps, his mouth agape. He feels deliciously trapped up here in the air. He couldn't slide off of Halsin's cock even if he tried.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
"OOF! UNH! UNH!" Astarion moans. Without warning, Halsin bucks up like a stallion and starts bouncing the vampire hard and steady on his length. It spears him so, so good at this angle. The fact that he has such little leverage to move by himself makes his clit throb with arousal — he is totally and utterly at the druid's mercy.
"L—love you..." The vampire leans in for a kiss and gets a brutal tonguing in return. "MMMmm! Mmmfh! Mm! Mnnh! Hm!" He squeals into Halsin's mouth with every slap of his hips. That warm, familiar fire in his gut is back with a vengeance. Sparks fly every which way inside his abdomen.
"Fuck, fuck..." Halsin swears under his breath between each kiss. Astarion's mouth is soft and pink and sinful. He gives his fangs a teasing lick and wonders if they have the nerves to feel.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Strings of slick stretch between them, forming and breaking with each skin-slapping thrust. Droplets of pussy juice and precum drip on the rug below them. It’s something Astarion would completely despise if he were in his right mind; instead, he's possessed by pleasure, squeaking out a high-pitched moan with every bounce and buck of his hips.
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes..." the vampire trails off into obscene warbles. He sounds like a wanton whore. The folks at Sharess" Caress would be proud if they could see him going cervix-to-tip with Halsin right now.
To his delight, Halsin presses his nose to his scalp and inhales hard . The way he sniffs his hair is odd and animal-like — but he must have really liked what he smelled judging by the way he bends them over and starts slamming his hips with force.
"NNNNnnnnHhh!" The little elf is completely helpless now. At this new, terrifying angle, his feet are higher in the air than his head is. If he were to let go he’d knock his skull upon the ground. The danger sends a tingle up Astarion’s spine and more blood rushing to his pussy in response.
The sunkissed elf is like a sweaty, hairy vice around him, breathing fast and heavy onto his skin. He whispers a gravelly "I love you," into Astarion’s ear and a massive wave of hot blood shoots right down into the elf’s throbbing clit.
"Nnh! Ha! Ha! UNH! UUNNNH! I’M GONNA CUM—GONNA CUM!" Astarion sobs and buries his face into Halsin’s neck to hide his tearful expression. His nails dig into the druid’s poor, scratched-up shoulders. It feels too good, way too good. Astarion is the luckiest elf in the world.
Halsin grits his teeth and uses all his strength to place Astarion down as gently as possible onto the mat. The vampire looks puzzled as to what’s going on, before Halsin nudges his ankles apart and dips his fingers into his slit. They come away wet and oozing with slick. Halsin resists the urge to suck it all off, pushing himself back in before rubbing deep circles into Astarion’s clit.
"UNH! UNH! HA!" Astarion moans, his lewd mouth in the shape of an O. He claws at Halsin’s wrist and tries to pull him away to no avail. He doesn’t want him to stop; it’s just that the instinct to protect his cunt from being split in two is primal and all-consuming. The druid is too strong — he’s fucking him so well — his fingers are too big — he’s too fast — too good.
Then it hits him. A boiling pressure stretches the inside of Astarion’s bladder. It feels so full. If he could, he’d grow even more pale in horror. He’s already humiliated himself and now he’s going to piss all over his hand?
He really tries with all his strength to get Halsin to stop fucking his clit with his fingers, pulling at the tough skin of his wrists, his own thin fingers gliding pathetically upwards. Astarion doesn’t even get him to budge an inch, the druid is too focused on making him cum. He’s forcing him to cum.
No! This is all his fault, this is all his fault, this is all his fault—
"Nnnngh! Nnh! HNN! HNN! UH! UH! UNNHH!!! I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING, I’M CUMMING!!" Astarion wails, his back arching, his toes curling, and his ears completely pink, mortified at the loud, clear stream that explodes out of his pussy and onto Halsin’s stomach.
The relief is instant and the stream feels neverending. What’s worse is that Halsin — who must be having the time of his life — keeps rubbing him, drenching his hand in his cum and making droplets of it fly everywhere.
"Ha, hnn, hhh, hhh..." Astarion humps the air weakly while a few more streams make an obscene PSSSHH—PSSSHHH—PSHH sound leaving his body, like it’s his bladder’s last hurrah before it shuts down completely. He collapses, exhausted and spent.
His tired walls squeeze languidly around Halsin’s soaked cock, tightening pulse after pulse. Each tug on his cunt sends a spark flying through his stomach. He’s unbelievably drained. It feels like he’s been cumming for hours.
Astarion’s eyelids flutter until his vision is a tiny slit, blurred by his eyelashes. Halsin is still fucking him with everything he has, holding him by his waist and keeping him there as their bodies collide to a lewd rhythm.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
He can see the bulge of Halsin’s cock pounding his belly, accented by the shine of his pussy juices wetting his pale stomach. In the most delusional, sentimental crevice of Astarion’s mind, he imagines cute little babies — Halsin’s babies — kicking playfully inside his womb.
"Nnh..." Astarion’s eyes grow wide and round. His mouth is slack. He looks like a kitty who got in the catnip. More erotic noises leave his mouth; but it’s not until Halsin responds that he realizes he was actually saying words .
"Is that right? You want to be a mother? Is that it?" Halsin huffs in a guttural tone from deep in his chest.
Astarion wants to frantically shake his head "no’ and take back whatever came out of his mouth just now.
"You would be a sight to behold — round and full with cubs, barefeet in my home, wearing next to nothing..." Halsin yaps on about puppies and litters and children, to which the little elf burns up in embarrassment. He would melt into a puddle if he could.
His pussy is so numb he doesn’t even notice Halsin pulling out.
"A beautiful mother... you’d be heavy and bursting..." Halsin leans over and lies on his elbows, surrounding Astarion in his heat and musk.
At first, Astarion can’t make sense of what he’s saying; until Halsin closes a hot mouth around one of his nipples, and he understands exactly what he means.
"HNN!" Astarion gasps when the druid’s tongue flicks it playfully, sending shockwaves down his body. His navel and clit tingle with overstimulation and his entire body tries to jerk away. The wet muscle plays with his nipple, licking it up, down, sideways, swirling it for fun. Astarion hyperventilates, his heart pounding violently.
With a pop , his lips leave his skin and a string of spit follows him. Halsin flattens and runs his wet tongue across the pink bud. He’s lapping at it like he’s actually trying to coax milk out of it. His breath is thick and heavy on Astarion’s pretend-bosom — no doubt, he’s losing his mind too.
The vampire threads his fingers through Halsin’s brassy hair. A few strands fall out of his ponytail, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Astarion stares down the tunnel of their bodies and sees that Halsin is multitasking; stripping his wet cock furiously with his hand because he’s too tall to fuck and suck on him at the same time. The thought is so powerful and erotic that Astarion just shuts his mind off and watches Halsin’s hand turn into a blur on his shaft.
"In me... please..." Astarion whimpers, feeling up the sides of Halsin’s head, touching his hair and gently tucking some of the loose strands behind his ears.
Halsin drools a bit on Astarion’s chest when he looks up at him (something he’s certain the druid doesn’t notice) and he walks up on his knuckles until he’s face-to-face with him. Kissing Astarion on the way, he plants his arms on both sides of the little elf’s head. Astarion spreads himself eagerly and Halsin buries his cock in him one more time — the slide is comically easy — and they both sigh in relief.
WHUMP! WHUMP! WHUMP!
Halsin fucks him in heavy, deep thrusts. He might be imagining things, but he swears he can feel his womb being split open by his cock. If Halsin bred him now, he’d be pregnant before the others got home. Astarion squirms in ecstasy, enveloped in his lover’s musk and sweat.
"Hmmmmnnfff!! Ohh, oh— oh!" Astarion moans. "Cum in me, cum in me, pleaaase..."
"Fuuuck," Halsin snarls through his teeth. Sweat rolls down his temple, his hips jerk fast, and his head hangs low; he’s so close, so close to giving Astarion what he needs.
"Cum "n me! Yes! Yes—yes yes yes yes!" Astarion loses his grip on the common language, tears rolling down his desperate face. He needs Halsin so badly, more than anyone in the world. "In me! Unh! Uh! In me! I love you—"oveyou—"oveyou!"
WHUMPWHUMPWHUMPWHUMP—
"Nnngh!" Halsin smothers him and cums so deep inside, just like he wanted. It’s even better than how he pictured it, it’s so real, it scares him with how amazing it feels. He hides his weeping face as Halsin pumps him with all his strength. He can feel it — practically taste it — the cum flooding his walls and running down his hole all sloppy and warm.
The vampire loses almost all his senses as he waits for Halsin to come down from his orgasm. He doesn’t even hear him asking him something until he snaps out of it.
"You’ll feel so much better," the druid coos, playing with his hair and slowly grinding on him with his full weight. He’s comforting him and breeding him at the same time. All his skin is touching all of Astarion’s. He can barely breathe.
"Cum for me. Cum... it’s okay... you’re okay now. I promise."
"Hhhh! Halsin, Halsin, Halsin," the elf sobs under his breath as he comes a second time, his clit pulsing again and again and again. He weakly grinds on his cock, feeling another stream pour out of his pussy. Halsin wraps his burly arms around Astarion’s head and kisses it.
"Ha, ha, ah," Astarion whimpers. He helplessly stares at Halsin’s hairy chest; besides the erotic image of his muscular belly dwarfing Astarion’s small one, it’s all he can see. It’s heaving, shining with sweat, and smells just like him but amplified to a million. Astarion takes in a deep lungful and gets light-headed from his fumes.
"You’re okay," Halsin shushes him again, ever so kind in his mating ritual.
No matter how much he tries to fight it, Astarion’s eyelids flutter closed and sleep hangs over his head. It teases him with images of little nippers running around in pajamas, of a nice cozy house so far removed from the grime and dangers of adventuring, of him and Halsin sharing an innocent kiss in front of the fireplace. His chest swirls with an emotion unknown to him as sweat runs down his face and neck.
He wakes up in his tent and remembers everything. Including that stupid potion Halsin fed him.
It’s nice and sunny, albeit windier than yesterday. The clouds drift lazily in the sky and cast great big shadows as they roll past.
Tav calls Shadowheart, Astarion, and Halsin over to talk. The latter half, who haven’t spoken since last night when Astarion woke up, screamed, and ripped himself out of Halsin’s arms, stand an awkward distance away from each other as Tav speaks.
"I can’t find whatever potion this note is talking about. I could have sworn I looted the whole shore. Would any of you happen to know about this? It could be important," they explain.
"I don’t recall taking anything, but it could shed some light as to whatever went down yesterday. What does the note say?" Shadowheart asks.
They pull out a yellowing piece of parchment. It must have been folded and stuck inside a book nearby. "It goes on about a love potion that makes the subject " utterly enthralled and enchanted with whomever the subject comes into contact with, granted that the secondary subject’s gender is line with that primary subject’s romantic or sexual desires... ’" Tav reads.
"What did it look like?"
"It says it appears crimson red when successfully brewed."
Astarion’s eyes light up and his mouth spreads in a naughty smile. He wants to shout and point and rub it in Halsin’s face. See? He’s not in love with that buffoon. Everything that happened yesterday was a farce. It was a drug, an enchantment. Anybody would have said those things, done those things, provided they drank a shady cave potion. The proof is right there.
He opens his mouth, ready to say "Don’t know what that is, sounds odd, goodbye,’ before Tav continues.
"And apparently, it only works for one sixth of an hour once first contact is established. " After which, the subject returns to normal — unless remedied by a restoration spell or other select means of recovery ,’" they say, reading off the parchment.
Astarion’s heart drops.
No. Nonononono. 
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see — no, feel — Halsin’s small, knowing grin. He wouldn’t blame the elf. If it were him, he’d be cackling and hopping foot to foot like a goblin.
He can’t stop himself. It’s killing him. He steals a quick glance at Halsin...
... whose eyes are trained steadily ahead.
"It certainly sounds powerful. Most of our elixirs take effect for a fraction of that. I will keep an eye out for it and inform you, should it arise," Halsin assures them.
Tav smiles back. "Exactly! Thank you, Halsin. In the meantime, everybody gear up — we’re looking into those teddy bears they handed out to the refugees today."
"Honestly. Who gives bombs to children?" Shadowheart says.
"I know, right? Even the gods of evil aren’t that evil..." Tav and Shadowheart walk off, gossiping together and leaving the men alone.
Astarion is stunned into silence. For the first time since the nautiloid, he can’t move, can’t speak. He just stares at Halsin with a cute little scowl on his face.