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"Of course you were!" She sat up and adjusted her legs to straddle him, her hands holding his face as she looked down at him. The blanket fell softly to the floor.
Astarion chuckled. "Then perhaps you should believe it, my love," he said as he pinched her thigh.
"I suppose I was surprised you had thought about it," stammered Aethelle.
"Oh my love, you wound me. How could I not?" The rogue raised a hand to cup her face.
"I... I thought that after years of waiting for freedom, that maybe you wanted to..." the sorceress trailed off.
"My love, being with you is my greatest freedom. Do not think for a moment that you are anything but." Astarion wrapped his arms around her and felt the familiar tightening in his chest. "That is, if you still want me here, by your side?"
"I want nothing more." Aethelle smiled and leaned into him, their lips meeting again. Suddenly, the rogue stood up, carrying her with him.
"And where are you taking me?" she laughed.
"I haven't quite decided yet," he smirked and threw her up over his shoulder. The sorceress squealed in delight.
"Let me go!" She playfully hit her fists against his lower back.
With his free arm, the rogue swiftly cleared off the desk in the room. Aethelle's laughter rang out as he sat her down on the edge of the desk, the two wrapping their arms around each other.
"How dare you, rogue!" The sorceress giggled.
He kneeled down and smirked while kissing the inside of her thighs. "I also meant the other things I said in the park." He nibbled her thigh gently. "I do intend to make you beg."
"My, my, so vengeful!" The sorceress pouted. "Is this because I made you say please that very first night we spent together?"
Astarion's mind wandered back to the party they had in their camp in what felt like ages ago. They rescued the Emerald Grove from the impending goblin invasion, and all they saved came to celebrate. He remembered watching Aethelle move effortlessly from tieflings to companions, laughing and dancing and drinking wine. He was a little upset that she had spoken to everyone except him. On top of that, the only wine they had was terrible, being so far from the city as they were. He remembered sneaking glances at her when he could, out of sight of the others, so as not to rouse suspicion. In hindsight, it should have been more obvious to him that he had caught feelings for the sorceress. When she finally did walk up to him, he realized he felt just a tad tense. He shrugged it off, sticking to his plan; he needed to manipulate her, and in doing so, he would ensure an ally and his own protection against Cazador.
"There you are, darling," he spoke with deliberate sweetness.
"Oh? Did you miss me?" she teased.
"More just surprised that you chose the most obvious option for fun last," pouted Astarion, exaggerating his disappointment.
"Maybe you should take it as a compliment, that I saved the best for last," she said flirtatiously. Her face was faintly pink. He was somewhat taken aback, considering when he first propositioned her, she swiftly rejected him. "So, how does it feel?" she asked, gesturing towards the camp's theatrics.
"You know, I never pictured myself as a hero," began Astarion. "Never thought I'd be the one they'd toast for saving so many lives. And now that I'm here..." his voice trailed off as he took a swig of the wine, hoping it would calm the tension in his body. However, he had forgotten the sour taste of the dry red. "I hate it, this is awful."
The sorceress’s laugh rang out. "Oh, it's not all bad. Just think of all those goblins you killed."
"True," he smiled. "That was fun. Still, I would've liked more for my trouble than a pat on my head and vinegar for wine."
Much to his surprise, Aethelle swiftly took the bottle from his hands and took a drink. She made a face, and he couldn't help but admire the way her nose wrinkled and her lips pursed. She quickly handed the bottle back to him, and he laughed.
"See what I mean? Awful. All I want is a little fun," complained the rogue. "Is that too much to ask?"
"Knowing you, it probably is," the sorceress said dryly.
"Don't be so sour, I like a good time as much as anyone." He quickly eyed her up and down. "You know, we could always make our own fun, darling. Get a little closer, so to speak."
Aethelle smiled and bit her lip, also eyeing the vampire up and down, her hands held behind her back. "Oh, maybe..." she said playfully, and suddenly she locked her eyes onto his. "If you say please."
She looked up at him from behind her eyelashes, her voice low and gravelly. "Say please."
She grinned once again. "Good boy," she lauded. "Let's get together tonight."
"Cheeky little pup." Astarion’s smile was genuine. "I'll see you later."
Aethelle turned to walk away, but she looked back at him and playfully waved as she grinned. As she walked out of sight, his eyes never left her, not even for a moment.
The moon was high and full that night as Astarion waited in a clearing near the forest. Much to his own surprise, he actually put in a little bit more effort in than usual, laying a blanket down in the grass and finding a bottle of wine that wasn't so acidic. As he looked up at the moon, he felt a pang of regret in his stomach. What was he doing?
He heard footsteps rustle nearby and Aethelle emerged from the trees. He saw the sorceress, smiling, her face a little more rose than before.
"There you are," he said in his honeyed voice. I've been waiting. Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you." He felt his stomach tighten, knowing the real reasons behind his words, but pushed through. "Waiting to have you."
Aethelle smirked. "Oh, but you don't have me yet, it seems," she said, her arms crossed.
"Don't I? You're here. And I don't think you want to talk." He tilted his head, gesturing to her body. "I think you want to be known. To be tasted." The words left easily from his mouth, so familiar to him. It was just routine, he reminded himself. He just had to stick to it.
"And what do you want?" she asked.
Astarion paused for a moment. How long had it been since someone asked him what he wanted? He exhaled, recovering himself quickly. "What do any of us want? Pleasure. Yours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy," he growled. The sorceress furrowed her brow for a second at his flowery speech.
"That's what you want, isn't it?" he asked. "To lose yourself in me?"
She squinted at him.
"Do I need a reason to want you, for no other reason than you?" she asked.
Astarion paused. He felt the tightness in his stomach turn to a flutter. He blinked, returning himself to his reality. "Do you want me?"
Aethelle nodded.
As Astarion pulled her in for a kiss, he realized it was almost too easy. It was not easy in the way he was used to, the way in which he sought out the lonely to lure them back to the palace. It was easy in the way that it felt natural to kiss the sorceress. It felt freeing. Was this how it felt, to truly fall for someone? Was it okay for him to indulge in his own happiness, for once?
He picked her up, and she giggled sweetly as he carried her over to a tree and leaned her body against it. He kissed her again, wanting to taste the cherry from her lips and feel the warmth from her touch. He paused for a moment to look up at her, and she looked down at him, embracing him with hazel eyes. He couldn't help but smile.
The rogue was caught off guard when she pushed them both to the ground, Aethelle straddling herself on top of him. She laughed at his shock. He playfully rolled her over in response, and to his surprise, he was laughing along with her. She gently brushed the hair from her neck and tilted her head, offering herself to him.
He quickly obliged, and she wrapped her arms around him as he fed. A tiny moan escaped her mouth. He glanced at her from his peripherals. How could she want him, even when he drank the blood from her neck? How could she want him when he was nothing more than a vampire?
"Astarion," she said softly, tapping his shoulder blade. He rose from her neck slowly, careful not to hurt her. He pressed a hand firmly to where his fangs previously were.
As he lay over her, she cupped his face with her hands, looking up at him and smiling once more. It was getting more and more difficult for him to not be surprised by her.
He slowly lifted the palm on her neck, and smiled to see the bleeding had stopped. As he pulled his hand away and leaned his face closer to her, he noticed her tremble.
"Are you all right?" he said worriedly, pulling back.
She pouted and looked aside. "Even a sorceress can be shy, can she not?"
The rogue chuckled. "I suppose so."
"Are you all right?"
"Are you all right, Astarion?"
"Yes," he exhaled. "I am."
"You look a little pale, even for you," she said, staring at him. "We can stop if you want."
"Aren't you cute when you fuss? No, my dear, I assure you I am quite fine." He leaned in to finally kiss her.
Astarion’s mind raged at himself. How could he do this to her? How could he give her, of all people, the same old song and dance he reserved for his prey? If this was the only chance he had to show her the real him, he wanted to take it. If this was the only time he had to feel happiness with someone, to be free of his lingering master, he wanted it more than anything, and he wanted it with her. He kissed her deeply as he let his anxiety wash away. For once, his actions were for the two of them, and no one else.
Aethelle’s hands ran across the vampire’s body, touching him lightly, and Astarion heard the sorceress try to stifle another moan. He was surprised to see her so coy. After all, they had slaughtered an entire fortress of goblins earlier in the day, at her command. He lowered his face to her thighs and kissed her skin lightly, before moving over to kiss her glistening sheath.
The sorceress quivered beneath the rogue's touch and groaned without restraint. He couldn't help but moan into her, hearing the sounds that she made. He circled the pad of his thumb against her clit as he lapped at her eagerly. He heard her whimpers fill the air as he indulged himself. He slowly pushed a finger into her, feeling her body tighten and writhe from the touch. He groaned from feeling the warmth of her body coil around his index finger.
"Astarion," she said breathily, and he met her eyes. Her cheeks were a deep red now, her muscles tense. Her look was a mix of her pleasure and her sheepishness. The view of her drove him wild, and he felt a hunger no amount of blood could satiate. He eyed her as he slowly removed his finger from her sheath. Watching her gasp, he groaned and felt his cock twitch desperately.
She grabbed his arms, pulling him back up on top of herself impatiently. Their lips crashed together, endlessly tasting the other, her tongue pressed against his. Astarion propped himself up to begin guiding his length into her, and the elf beneath him looked utterly undone. Aethelle must have noticed him taking in the view, because she suddenly turned her head away again.
"My dear, you needn’t be so shy with me," he cupped her face in his hand, and she peered up at him.
"I..." she panted softly. "I haven't... It’s been awhile... I don’t want to disappoint you," she blurted out, before quickly turning away again.
"Oh, Aethelle." He leaned in, speaking softly as he delicately turned her face towards his. "How could you ever disappoint me?" Her eyes widened as she nodded, and the rogue finally felt her body relax a bit.
He slowly pushed himself into her, both of them groaning at the sensation. She held him closely while he buried his head into her neck. He moved back and forth against her, pushing himself deeper into her warmth. His mind went blank, as he tried to control himself against her. He wasn’t expecting the sensation of her to feel so maddening. He closed his eyes, focusing on his movements and the angle of his girth within her. Without warning, he heard the sorceress gasp and her body constrict firmly around him. She let out an exasperated moan as her body quivered beneath him.
He leaned back up to look at her. If she only appeared utterly undone before, she was now entirely broken. The sorceress panted heavily as her body before him reddened and shone in the moonlight. She looked meekly at him, her hazel eyes contrasting the crimson of her face.
Astarion could hold back no longer. He kissed her ravenously, the sorceress returning the hunger. He pulled her waist closer to him, pressing their bodies together tightly. Their hands grasped at each other longingly. Then, when he least expected it, Aethelle gently bit his lip and tugged.
Any control Astarion had disappeared in an instant. He quickly leaned up off of her, the sudden separation causing them both to groan. In one swift motion he flipped the sorceress onto her stomach and collapsed over her, his chest now brushing against her back. He looked down to see Aethelle eagerly angle her hips upwards, causing his breath to hitch. He guided his length back to her warmth and thrust himself into her. The two groaned again, and as he began a more forceful pace, he saw the elf's hand slip down to her clit. He growled as he pushed himself further and faster into her.
Aethelle's voice was now completely unreserved, and Astarion wondered for a moment how she could have ever been worried about disappointing him; the noise she was making alone was enough to drive him wild. As he felt the elf begin to constrict around his length again, his own voice groaned louder. He saw her look at him from the corner of her eye, and his fragmented thoughts could only piece together one word.
The sorceress clamped her hand over her mouth as she gasped and let out a long, gravelly moan. Her body shook below the rogue, and as he felt her squeeze against his girth, he also let out a moan from behind his bared fangs. He felt his own release and trembled with her, sharing in the shockwaves of each other, before crumpling down besides her. She quickly buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around him, their legs intertwined. They lay silently for a few moments, both of them waiting to speak until they caught their breath.
Astarion's mind pieced itself back together. He held Aethelle gently as she slowly breathed into him. With every breath she took, he felt anxiety pang his body more and more. Soon, the sorceress would leave, and he would return back into his original plan. Once she showed no more need for him, it would be easy to discard his feelings towards her, as if he had any to begin with. He just needed one night to feel free. Now that it was done, he could begin his act once more.
"Astarion?" asked the sorceress. She adjusted herself that their faces were close, nearly touching, as they lay holding each other on the blanket in the forest grass.
"Yes, my dear?"
"Can I ask you a mundane question?"
"A mundane question? Now, what would that entail?"
"I just want to know more about you," she smiled.
"Ah, caught feelings, have we?" he said slyly.
"If I remember correctly, it was you who originally propositioned me, to which I promptly rejected, and you who propositioned me for the second time earlier this evening," smirked Aethelle. "So which one of us is it that has caught feelings, based on the prior evidence, hmm?"
Astarion cleared his throat. "Are you always so obstinate?"
"I believe you already knew the answer to that question," grinned the sorceress. "My turn, then." Astarion narrowed his eyes at her, beginning to object, but it was too late to stop her. "Tell me, do you prefer a dry red to a sweet red? Or vice versa?"
"Oh, is It not obvious? Dry, my dear sorceress."
"But is that Zinfandel dry, or cabernet dry?" she replied.
"I suppose it depends on the occasion, but cabernet, when I have the choice," he smiled.
"Very well. Next question," said Aethelle, satisfied with the answer.
"There's another?" Astarion tilted his head quizzically.
"Yes. Unless, you would like to ask me a seemingly mundane question, in which I would happily oblige." He saw the sparkle in her eye as she laughed under her breath, quite pleased with herself.
"Oh, if I must," he grinned. He paused to think of something relatively uninteresting, looking up at the moon in the sky.
The sorceress poked his chest with a discerning finger. "Mundane, Astarion!" Aethelle laughed harder. "I see the cogs turning in that head of yours."
"Fine, fine," to his surprise, he was laughing as well. "Do you prefer night or day?"
"A rather vampiric question, but I digress." The sorceress laughed harder when she saw the rogue scoff. "Night, a thousand times night."
"Tell me you are not just appeasing a vampire's tastes, my dear," he smirked.
"I think my obstinance has proven to you well enough that I am indeed of my own mind," she raised her eyebrows at him, still smiling. "I shall forgive your transgressions just this once." Astarion let out a laugh once again at her haughty words.
"Next question," she continued. "Do you have a favorite color?" Aethelle paused. "You are not allowed to say blood red."
"What if blood red is indeed my favorite color?" pouted the vampire.
"Oh, fine. Second favorite color," she replied.
"Green, I suppose. I certainly have seen the world in much more green recently than I have for quite some time," he said softly.
His heart fluttered as she leaned up to kiss his forehead.
"Then we shall have to make sure we find much more lush scenery on our journey," she smiled.

"Of course you were!" She sat up and adjusted her legs to straddle him, her hands holding his face as she looked down at him. The blanket fell softly to the floor.

Astarion chuckled. "Then perhaps you should believe it, my love," he said as he pinched her thigh.

"I suppose I was surprised you had thought about it," stammered Aethelle.

"Oh my love, you wound me. How could I not?" The rogue raised a hand to cup her face.

"I... I thought that after years of waiting for freedom, that maybe you wanted to..." the sorceress trailed off.

"My love, being with you is my greatest freedom. Do not think for a moment that you are anything but." Astarion wrapped his arms around her and felt the familiar tightening in his chest. "That is, if you still want me here, by your side?"

"I want nothing more." Aethelle smiled and leaned into him, their lips meeting again. Suddenly, the rogue stood up, carrying her with him.

"And where are you taking me?" she laughed.

"I haven't quite decided yet," he smirked and threw her up over his shoulder. The sorceress squealed in delight.

"Let me go!" She playfully hit her fists against his lower back.

With his free arm, the rogue swiftly cleared off the desk in the room. Aethelle's laughter rang out as he sat her down on the edge of the desk, the two wrapping their arms around each other.

"How dare you, rogue!" The sorceress giggled.

He kneeled down and smirked while kissing the inside of her thighs. "I also meant the other things I said in the park." He nibbled her thigh gently. "I do intend to make you beg."

"My, my, so vengeful!" The sorceress pouted. "Is this because I made you say please that very first night we spent together?"

Astarion's mind wandered back to the party they had in their camp in what felt like ages ago. They rescued the Emerald Grove from the impending goblin invasion, and all they saved came to celebrate. He remembered watching Aethelle move effortlessly from tieflings to companions, laughing and dancing and drinking wine. He was a little upset that she had spoken to everyone except him. On top of that, the only wine they had was terrible, being so far from the city as they were. He remembered sneaking glances at her when he could, out of sight of the others, so as not to rouse suspicion. In hindsight, it should have been more obvious to him that he had caught feelings for the sorceress. When she finally did walk up to him, he realized he felt just a tad tense. He shrugged it off, sticking to his plan; he needed to manipulate her, and in doing so, he would ensure an ally and his own protection against Cazador.

"There you are, darling," he spoke with deliberate sweetness.

"Oh? Did you miss me?" she teased.

"More just surprised that you chose the most obvious option for fun last," pouted Astarion, exaggerating his disappointment.

"Maybe you should take it as a compliment, that I saved the best for last," she said flirtatiously. Her face was faintly pink. He was somewhat taken aback, considering when he first propositioned her, she swiftly rejected him. "So, how does it feel?" she asked, gesturing towards the camp's theatrics.

"You know, I never pictured myself as a hero," began Astarion. "Never thought I'd be the one they'd toast for saving so many lives. And now that I'm here..." his voice trailed off as he took a swig of the wine, hoping it would calm the tension in his body. However, he had forgotten the sour taste of the dry red. "I hate it, this is awful."

The sorceress’s laugh rang out. "Oh, it's not all bad. Just think of all those goblins you killed."

"True," he smiled. "That was fun. Still, I would've liked more for my trouble than a pat on my head and vinegar for wine."

Much to his surprise, Aethelle swiftly took the bottle from his hands and took a drink. She made a face, and he couldn't help but admire the way her nose wrinkled and her lips pursed. She quickly handed the bottle back to him, and he laughed.

"See what I mean? Awful. All I want is a little fun," complained the rogue. "Is that too much to ask?"

"Knowing you, it probably is," the sorceress said dryly.

"Don't be so sour, I like a good time as much as anyone." He quickly eyed her up and down. "You know, we could always make our own fun, darling. Get a little closer, so to speak."

Aethelle smiled and bit her lip, also eyeing the vampire up and down, her hands held behind her back. "Oh, maybe..." she said playfully, and suddenly she locked her eyes onto his. "If you say please."

She looked up at him from behind her eyelashes, her voice low and gravelly. "Say please."

She grinned once again. "Good boy," she lauded. "Let's get together tonight."

"Cheeky little pup." Astarion’s smile was genuine. "I'll see you later."

Aethelle turned to walk away, but she looked back at him and playfully waved as she grinned. As she walked out of sight, his eyes never left her, not even for a moment.

The moon was high and full that night as Astarion waited in a clearing near the forest. Much to his own surprise, he actually put in a little bit more effort in than usual, laying a blanket down in the grass and finding a bottle of wine that wasn't so acidic. As he looked up at the moon, he felt a pang of regret in his stomach. What was he doing?

He heard footsteps rustle nearby and Aethelle emerged from the trees. He saw the sorceress, smiling, her face a little more rose than before.

"There you are," he said in his honeyed voice. I've been waiting. Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you." He felt his stomach tighten, knowing the real reasons behind his words, but pushed through. "Waiting to have you."

Aethelle smirked. "Oh, but you don't have me yet, it seems," she said, her arms crossed.

"Don't I? You're here. And I don't think you want to talk." He tilted his head, gesturing to her body. "I think you want to be known. To be tasted." The words left easily from his mouth, so familiar to him. It was just routine, he reminded himself. He just had to stick to it.

"And what do you want?" she asked.

Astarion paused for a moment. How long had it been since someone asked him what he wanted? He exhaled, recovering himself quickly. "What do any of us want? Pleasure. Yours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy," he growled. The sorceress furrowed her brow for a second at his flowery speech.

"That's what you want, isn't it?" he asked. "To lose yourself in me?"

She squinted at him.

"Do I need a reason to want you, for no other reason than you?" she asked.

Astarion paused. He felt the tightness in his stomach turn to a flutter. He blinked, returning himself to his reality. "Do you want me?"

Aethelle nodded.

As Astarion pulled her in for a kiss, he realized it was almost too easy. It was not easy in the way he was used to, the way in which he sought out the lonely to lure them back to the palace. It was easy in the way that it felt natural to kiss the sorceress. It felt freeing. Was this how it felt, to truly fall for someone? Was it okay for him to indulge in his own happiness, for once?

He picked her up, and she giggled sweetly as he carried her over to a tree and leaned her body against it. He kissed her again, wanting to taste the cherry from her lips and feel the warmth from her touch. He paused for a moment to look up at her, and she looked down at him, embracing him with hazel eyes. He couldn't help but smile.

The rogue was caught off guard when she pushed them both to the ground, Aethelle straddling herself on top of him. She laughed at his shock. He playfully rolled her over in response, and to his surprise, he was laughing along with her. She gently brushed the hair from her neck and tilted her head, offering herself to him.

He quickly obliged, and she wrapped her arms around him as he fed. A tiny moan escaped her mouth. He glanced at her from his peripherals. How could she want him, even when he drank the blood from her neck? How could she want him when he was nothing more than a vampire?

"Astarion," she said softly, tapping his shoulder blade. He rose from her neck slowly, careful not to hurt her. He pressed a hand firmly to where his fangs previously were.

As he lay over her, she cupped his face with her hands, looking up at him and smiling once more. It was getting more and more difficult for him to not be surprised by her.

He slowly lifted the palm on her neck, and smiled to see the bleeding had stopped. As he pulled his hand away and leaned his face closer to her, he noticed her tremble.

"Are you all right?" he said worriedly, pulling back.

She pouted and looked aside. "Even a sorceress can be shy, can she not?"

The rogue chuckled. "I suppose so."

"Are you all right?"

"Are you all right, Astarion?"

"Yes," he exhaled. "I am."

"You look a little pale, even for you," she said, staring at him. "We can stop if you want."

"Aren't you cute when you fuss? No, my dear, I assure you I am quite fine." He leaned in to finally kiss her.

Astarion’s mind raged at himself. How could he do this to her? How could he give her, of all people, the same old song and dance he reserved for his prey? If this was the only chance he had to show her the real him, he wanted to take it. If this was the only time he had to feel happiness with someone, to be free of his lingering master, he wanted it more than anything, and he wanted it with her. He kissed her deeply as he let his anxiety wash away. For once, his actions were for the two of them, and no one else.

Aethelle’s hands ran across the vampire’s body, touching him lightly, and Astarion heard the sorceress try to stifle another moan. He was surprised to see her so coy. After all, they had slaughtered an entire fortress of goblins earlier in the day, at her command. He lowered his face to her thighs and kissed her skin lightly, before moving over to kiss her glistening sheath.

The sorceress quivered beneath the rogue's touch and groaned without restraint. He couldn't help but moan into her, hearing the sounds that she made. He circled the pad of his thumb against her clit as he lapped at her eagerly. He heard her whimpers fill the air as he indulged himself. He slowly pushed a finger into her, feeling her body tighten and writhe from the touch. He groaned from feeling the warmth of her body coil around his index finger.

"Astarion," she said breathily, and he met her eyes. Her cheeks were a deep red now, her muscles tense. Her look was a mix of her pleasure and her sheepishness. The view of her drove him wild, and he felt a hunger no amount of blood could satiate. He eyed her as he slowly removed his finger from her sheath. Watching her gasp, he groaned and felt his cock twitch desperately.

She grabbed his arms, pulling him back up on top of herself impatiently. Their lips crashed together, endlessly tasting the other, her tongue pressed against his. Astarion propped himself up to begin guiding his length into her, and the elf beneath him looked utterly undone. Aethelle must have noticed him taking in the view, because she suddenly turned her head away again.

"My dear, you needn’t be so shy with me," he cupped her face in his hand, and she peered up at him.

"I..." she panted softly. "I haven't... It’s been awhile... I don’t want to disappoint you," she blurted out, before quickly turning away again.

"Oh, Aethelle." He leaned in, speaking softly as he delicately turned her face towards his. "How could you ever disappoint me?" Her eyes widened as she nodded, and the rogue finally felt her body relax a bit.

He slowly pushed himself into her, both of them groaning at the sensation. She held him closely while he buried his head into her neck. He moved back and forth against her, pushing himself deeper into her warmth. His mind went blank, as he tried to control himself against her. He wasn’t expecting the sensation of her to feel so maddening. He closed his eyes, focusing on his movements and the angle of his girth within her. Without warning, he heard the sorceress gasp and her body constrict firmly around him. She let out an exasperated moan as her body quivered beneath him.

He leaned back up to look at her. If she only appeared utterly undone before, she was now entirely broken. The sorceress panted heavily as her body before him reddened and shone in the moonlight. She looked meekly at him, her hazel eyes contrasting the crimson of her face.

Astarion could hold back no longer. He kissed her ravenously, the sorceress returning the hunger. He pulled her waist closer to him, pressing their bodies together tightly. Their hands grasped at each other longingly. Then, when he least expected it, Aethelle gently bit his lip and tugged.

Any control Astarion had disappeared in an instant. He quickly leaned up off of her, the sudden separation causing them both to groan. In one swift motion he flipped the sorceress onto her stomach and collapsed over her, his chest now brushing against her back. He looked down to see Aethelle eagerly angle her hips upwards, causing his breath to hitch. He guided his length back to her warmth and thrust himself into her. The two groaned again, and as he began a more forceful pace, he saw the elf's hand slip down to her clit. He growled as he pushed himself further and faster into her.

Aethelle's voice was now completely unreserved, and Astarion wondered for a moment how she could have ever been worried about disappointing him; the noise she was making alone was enough to drive him wild. As he felt the elf begin to constrict around his length again, his own voice groaned louder. He saw her look at him from the corner of her eye, and his fragmented thoughts could only piece together one word.

The sorceress clamped her hand over her mouth as she gasped and let out a long, gravelly moan. Her body shook below the rogue, and as he felt her squeeze against his girth, he also let out a moan from behind his bared fangs. He felt his own release and trembled with her, sharing in the shockwaves of each other, before crumpling down besides her. She quickly buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around him, their legs intertwined. They lay silently for a few moments, both of them waiting to speak until they caught their breath.

Astarion's mind pieced itself back together. He held Aethelle gently as she slowly breathed into him. With every breath she took, he felt anxiety pang his body more and more. Soon, the sorceress would leave, and he would return back into his original plan. Once she showed no more need for him, it would be easy to discard his feelings towards her, as if he had any to begin with. He just needed one night to feel free. Now that it was done, he could begin his act once more.

"Astarion?" asked the sorceress. She adjusted herself that their faces were close, nearly touching, as they lay holding each other on the blanket in the forest grass.

"Yes, my dear?"

"Can I ask you a mundane question?"

"A mundane question? Now, what would that entail?"

"I just want to know more about you," she smiled.

"Ah, caught feelings, have we?" he said slyly.

"If I remember correctly, it was you who originally propositioned me, to which I promptly rejected, and you who propositioned me for the second time earlier this evening," smirked Aethelle. "So which one of us is it that has caught feelings, based on the prior evidence, hmm?"

Astarion cleared his throat. "Are you always so obstinate?"

"I believe you already knew the answer to that question," grinned the sorceress. "My turn, then." Astarion narrowed his eyes at her, beginning to object, but it was too late to stop her. "Tell me, do you prefer a dry red to a sweet red? Or vice versa?"

"Oh, is It not obvious? Dry, my dear sorceress."

"But is that Zinfandel dry, or cabernet dry?" she replied.

"I suppose it depends on the occasion, but cabernet, when I have the choice," he smiled.

"Very well. Next question," said Aethelle, satisfied with the answer.

"There's another?" Astarion tilted his head quizzically.

"Yes. Unless, you would like to ask me a seemingly mundane question, in which I would happily oblige." He saw the sparkle in her eye as she laughed under her breath, quite pleased with herself.

"Oh, if I must," he grinned. He paused to think of something relatively uninteresting, looking up at the moon in the sky.

The sorceress poked his chest with a discerning finger. "Mundane, Astarion!" Aethelle laughed harder. "I see the cogs turning in that head of yours."

"Fine, fine," to his surprise, he was laughing as well. "Do you prefer night or day?"

"A rather vampiric question, but I digress." The sorceress laughed harder when she saw the rogue scoff. "Night, a thousand times night."

"Tell me you are not just appeasing a vampire's tastes, my dear," he smirked.

"I think my obstinance has proven to you well enough that I am indeed of my own mind," she raised her eyebrows at him, still smiling. "I shall forgive your transgressions just this once." Astarion let out a laugh once again at her haughty words.

"Next question," she continued. "Do you have a favorite color?" Aethelle paused. "You are not allowed to say blood red."

"What if blood red is indeed my favorite color?" pouted the vampire.

"Oh, fine. Second favorite color," she replied.

"Green, I suppose. I certainly have seen the world in much more green recently than I have for quite some time," he said softly.

His heart fluttered as she leaned up to kiss his forehead.

"Then we shall have to make sure we find much more lush scenery on our journey," she smiled.