Astarion's Forest Scene M4F/NB
Astarion's Forest Scene M4F/NB
Overview: I wanted to write a retelling of Astarion's first romance scene from a positive angle, rather than assuming his initial interest is all a ruse because he has trauma. I like the idea of him reinterpreting his past through a new lens early on and grappling with that. The first chunk is an extension/reimagining of the sexual part we see a bit of in-game, and the second chunk is an idea of the time in between the sex scene and the morning scene: Tav's asleep, and Astarion is in his head about the past. Just be aware there are non-specific mentions, mainly in the second part, of his life with Cazador, and some PTSD symptoms.
Astarion x Tav (gender neutral, they/them, AFAB/female anatomy)
Rating: Explicit (18+) Words: 3.3k Setting: Private forest clearing, after the tiefling party Content: Astarion POV, mlw/mlnb, hook-up, oral sex, PIV sex, biting, blood drinking, PTSD comfort, cuddling
Podfic/audio version
Gender neutral but there's both a male- and female-bodied version of this; I couldn't decide because I'm too bi to function tysm for your understanding~
AMAB Tav / M4M/NB version
“There you are.”
Astarion watched Tav’s head whip around in surprise at the sound of his voice. Good, he thought. He needed them a little off-balance to keep the upper hand.
“I've been waiting,” Astarion growled, drawing closer to his mark, his opening lines rehearsed. “Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting… to have you.”
Tav raised their eyebrows as he sauntered towards them. He could smell their blood more and more, metallic and sweet, with just a hint of alcohol left. They were still a little tipsy from the party, but not drunk. He heard their heartbeat quicken.
“Well, here I am,” Tav chuckled nervously.
Luring them away from the party had been simple enough. Laying on the charm had done the trick - a few perfect lines, a pouty gaze, a calculated brush of the hand. Astarion knew from the look in their eyes earlier that he'd won, but it was a nice confirmation to see them now.
Astarion reached for one of Tav’s hands and closed the distance between them. He pressed his other hand behind the small of their back to pull them in for a firm kiss. The warmth of their body against his was invigorating.
Tav melted into the kiss, allowing their hips to make contact. He moved his free hand to the back of their neck and tilted his head deeper into the kiss, their quiet groans stifled by his lips.
Finally, Astarion pulled back and pricked his face into a lopsided smile, regaining control of the situation.
“Gods, you're eager,” he purred. Tav's eyes flicked to the ground, eyebrows knitting with uncertainty. He hooked a finger under their chin to reassure them. “I like it.”
Tav met his gaze again, a small smile appearing on their face. “I suppose I was eager enough that I didn't… ask many questions. About you.”
Astarion’s stomach clenched, unsure of what to expect. “About me?”
“Yes, well… what you had planned for us tonight,” Tav said shyly, looking again at the ground. “Your… preferences. That sort of thing.”
“I've done it all, practically,” Astarion chuckled with relief. Perhaps a bit arrogant, but he was trying to gauge their reaction. “I can be whatever you want me to be.”
Tav met his eyes again.
“I want you to be yourself,” they said earnestly.
Astarion felt a catch in his throat and swallowed against it. He couldn't think of a clever quip to respond to that.
“I really want to relax tonight, after all this,” Tav went on. Oh, thank the gods, Astarion thought. They were back in his comfort zone - sex, not emotions.
“I'm just a little…” their words trailed off.
“Afraid to turn your back on a vampire?” Astarion joked. Tav let out a surprised laugh, loud and genuine. Gods, they’re adorable.
“You don't need to worry about a thing,” he said, regaining a more serious tone. “I’ll let you set the pace, darling.”
Tav flashed that sweet smile again, leaning in for a kiss. They were more self-assured this time, placing their hands on Astarion's narrow hips and pushing against him of their own accord, trying to get a feel for him through his pants. He inhaled sharply at the sensation, breaking from their kiss and grinding against them. Tav responded with a little moan, deep in their throat.
“I'll bet you look even prettier under your clothes,” Astarion whispered in their ear, eliciting a gasp. “Perhaps I could see you, to confirm.”
“Perhaps.” Tav untucked their shirt, inviting him closer to their skin. He pulled them in for another kiss, leaning back against a big tree. Astarion’s hand moved down between them, sliding under their shirt. He could feel the heat radiating from their core and knew his hand must be cool against their skin. He worked carefully up over their belly to their chest, feeling their breathing speed up in response to his touch.
Instead of undergarments, his fingers grazed the underside of Tav’s bare breasts. He pulled back from their lips a bit, watching as they smiled and flushed at his surprise.
“What an unexpected treat,” Astarion purred, his fingers moving across their smooth breasts before kissing them again. He gently pawed at them, feeling his own cock pulse in response. Tav gasped a bit, excited at the prospect.
Astarion felt their hands move down and tug at the shirt separating them. He moved out of the way as they pulled it up over their head. He stared admiringly for a moment.
“Gods, I was right. Look at you,” Astarion whispered.
Tav moved in for another kiss, their breasts rubbing against his own bare torso. They feel heavenly, he thought, wrapped up in the sensation. He snaked his hand down their belly and over the outside of their pants, pausing briefly to wait for an objection before feeling between their legs.
A quiet moan escaped Tav’s lips. They thrusted towards him a little, their body close enough Astarion could hear their heart pounding. Gods, their blood must be so hot right now.
“I want your cock,” Tav managed amidst their rising intensity. “I want to see you. Touch you.”
Astarion moved his hands to his own waistband, pulling his weapon free, watching their eyes widen at its appearance.
“Oh,” Tav blurted out. Astarion smirked, unphased. He knew he was beautiful. If he was anything, he was that.
After a second to register the new development, Tav reached for him. Their hand was so warm and soft against his skin. Astarion relaxed as they took him in their hand, letting out a sigh of pleasure.
To his surprise, Tav shifted to kneel on the ground. They met his gaze, searching for his permission to act. Taken aback, all Astarion could do was nod, watching as Tav tenderly kissed his hip, and then his cock. They parted their soft lips and licked at him. It had been a long time since anyone did this for him. Normally, he was the one on his knees, eager, convincing, charming.
Tav opened their mouth and surrounded him, sucking him off. Oh, hells, that feels good. He leaned his head back on the tree, his mind gone blank. Their mouth was so hot and smooth inside. He felt their tongue lapping at the underside of his cock as they worked.
Shit. He needed to regain control of the situation. Recall the mission at hand. Gods above, it was difficult. He put a hand to their cheek and they looked up, pulling their head away from him.
“Everything alright?”
“Yes, I just…” Words were evading him. Shit. “Come back up here.”
“Was it good?” Tav asked genuinely, standing to meet him again. “You seem a little-”
Astarion put his finger to their lips, quieting them. He put a hand in their damp hair, and kissed them, hard. He needed them to swoon, to cede control, to let him perform.
Mission accomplished. He felt them melt into him once more, his exposed cock poking at their smooth belly.
“I want to make you feel good, darling,” Astarion whispered, his lips brushing against their ear. “Tonight is for the both of us.”
Tav shivered as he spoke, nodding. He took them by the shoulders and switched them against the tree in his place. He kissed down the side of their neck, to their collarbone and breasts. Astarion took one of their nipples in his mouth and sucked, carefully avoiding contact with his fangs as he did. He could feel them swaying, pressing into him, moaning softly, their heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Astarion moved to his knees, tugging at their waistband and working their pants off. He kissed across their hip bone, mirroring their own actions, slowly working his mouth closer to the center of their pelvis. Tav gasped and wiggled with anticipation.
His mouth finally reached their cunt, where he ran his tongue slowly across, making them shudder. Astarion's right hand snaked up the inside of Tav’s thigh until he reached between their legs, feeling them from below. They're so hot and wet, Gods above. The excitement travelled down through his core and he felt his cock pulse in response.
He looked up at them from where he sat, checking their expression again before sliding a finger inside. Astarion had carefully tended to his hands and nails earlier in the evening, not wanting his claws to interfere. He saw Tav's mouth drop open as he felt for their most sensitive area. He found it with several strokes, giving slight resistance to his touch from inside and making their eyes widen. He joined his finger with a second and put his mouth back to their cunt, lapping at the front of them while he worked.
Astarion closed his eyes and focused on making Tav feel good, using their moans and shallow breaths as guidance. Their pelvis jutted against his mouth as they grew louder.
“That feels amazing,” Tav whimpered. “Oh, Gods, I love it.”
He worked them inside and out with a bit more vigor, glancing up to see their expression. Their head was leaned back against the tree, mouth open and panting. Excellent.
“You look so beautiful,” he purred.
Tav looked down at him, eyelids fluttering. Astarion could feel their thighs and hips begin to shudder. Perfect.
“Oh, I'm-” Tav choked out, eyes widening urgently. “Don't stop, I'm close to-”
Astarion worked even more feverishly, using his tongue and fingers in harmony as they thrusted at him.
“Oh, fuck!” Tav cried out, louder than he expected. He felt their hips jolt towards his face, their cunt pulsing around his fingers. He felt his cock pulse in response, longing to take their place inside.
Tav's thighs relaxed and he felt them start to slide down the tree. He used his shoulder to brace them from between their legs, grabbing onto their hip with his free hand.
“Careful, darling!” Astarion chuckled breathlessly. “A fall would ruin the fun, now wouldn't it?”
He freed himself from between their legs, standing to hold them up while they caught their breath.
“Shall we lay down? Will you be alright without my help?” Astarion asked after a moment. Tav nodded eagerly. He let go and laid out the linen sheet he'd brought along.
“It's not much, but it should keep the dirt off,” he chuckled, eliciting a smile from Tav. They laid down on their side facing away from him, thighs shivering with anticipation. Astarion followed their lead, laying behind them and pulling them into the crook of his body. Such a nice ass.
He disrobed and reached behind himself for the oil he'd brought, Tav peering back at him over their shoulder. He got the bottle open with his teeth and used his free hand to cover his cock thoroughly with the contents. He used the oiled hand to prep them as well, though it wasn’t necessary. They were nearly dripping from before.
“Are you ready?” Astarion asked quietly, knowing what they would answer.
“Yes,” came Tav’s shaky voice back at him. “Gods, yes. Start slow, okay?”
“Of course, darling,” he purred into their ear. “I'll take good care of you.”
Astarion gently pushed their top leg forward with his knee. He put his cock against their most delicate skin, feeling how desperately wet they were before gently pushing inside. Tav gasped and Astarion gave them a moment to settle before pushing himself further in. He kept his hips restrained, moving slowly until he felt Tav's pelvis melt back into his own.
He wrapped his fingers around their hips, pulling them as close to him as possible. They let out a breathy moan, relaxed and open. He rocked forward into them, feeding off their little sounds of pleasure as he fucked them. So smooth and warm. What a nice cunt. He closed his eyes and rested his slick forehead between their shoulder blades.
“Gods, you're so lovely,” Astarion panted at their back. “Oh, darling, you feel amazing.”
“You feel so- oh, so good,” Tav whined, their speech broken up by ragged breaths. “You- oh, Astarion!”
Something tugged uncomfortably in his chest. It had been a while since he’d heard his name said like that. Usually, he avoided giving it out or just lied, trying to avoid attaching his real name to a reputation for luring people into dark alleys. Many people didn't care enough to ask his name at all.
He let them do the work for a moment, grinding their hips back into him as he turned the thought over and over in his head. His mind raced with fragments of nights before.
“Astarionnn,” Tav whimpered, drawing out his name and snapping him back into the moment. “Fuck, you feel so- I’m close-”
Astarion gripped their sides and tilted their hips closer to the ground, using his knee to open their legs wider. Their back arched, pelvis grinding hard against his as they let out broken sounds.
“Ast- oh, I'm- I'm coming,” Tav cried out urgently. He slammed into them, rocking his hips but staying inside as they whimpered and got off. He could feel their heart, smell their blood. Oh, shit. His body suddenly ached with hunger.
“Oh, gods, that was…” Tav glanced back at him as they caught their breath. “Did you…?”
Astarion shook his head, staring blankly down at their skin instead of meeting their gaze. Their scent filled his mind, his stomach aching with the temptation.
Tav’s eyebrows knitted in concern, realizing he'd lost focus. “Are you alright?”
“Your body- I'm starving,” he blurted out. Why in the hells did I say it like that?
“Oh, I thought you… I thought maybe you weren't enjoying it,” Tav said, still panting. “You can have my blood. Whatever you need.”
Astarion's inhibitions melted in an instant. He bit down into their soft, tender neck, feeling their heart pump feverishly as he drank, his hips moving without thinking. The second taste was just as heavenly as the first had been, days before. Mixed with lust and self-satisfaction over his victory, it was nearly overwhelming.
As his hunger eased, he felt his arousal intensify. He started thrusting deep into Tav, hearing them cry out in response. His movements grew more urgent as he felt his self-control slipping. Oh, shit. He restrained his own movements, delaying the inevitable, and reached in front of Tav, using his fingers to work them where they were most sensitive. Panting and whining, Tav pushed their pelvis against his to get as much contact as possible.
“Oh, fuck me!” Tav cried out, gasping for air. “Oh, Astarion! I'm- hahhh-” He felt them pulse around his cock as he’d hoped, the sensation enough to drive him mad.
That was all the self-control he had left. He drank from them needily, breathing spottily, thrusting urgently. He groaned from the very bottom of his chest and came, hard, still latched onto Tav’s neck and buried deep inside of them.
Astarion’s hips and jaw relaxed and he flopped onto his back, panting so hard it made his head light. When he gained the self-awareness to check in with Tav, he saw them on their back, chest rising slower. They gazed over at him, eyelids soft and a little smile on their face.
“That was amazing,” they whispered.
“Yes, it was,” he puffed, still coming down from his own high.
After a few moments of silence, Tav spoke again.
“Astarion… I care about you.”
Oh, shit.
~~~~~
In the early hours of the morning, Astarion lay back amidst the roots of a huge tree. He had propped himself up comfortably, but wasn't ready to let his guard down yet. He’d snuck into camp earlier for a few things, including a blanket, as Tav said they wanted to stay in the clearing for a while. He couldn’t fault them for it - he hardly felt ready to face the others himself, to answer questions about what they’d been up to.
He looked over to where Tav lay sleeping, head resting on the ground close to his thigh. Their warmth was enticing, but he didn’t want to be touched. Astarion glanced at the small puncture wounds on their neck, remembering how good they had tasted. How they had trusted him.
He chased the thought away. Surely they'd only given their blood over in the heat of ecstasy. But even an hour later, he felt steady and fulfilled. Had they wanted him to feel this way? Were they even thinking straight in the moment? Astarion had given himself, and they drank greedily, selfishly even, but not maliciously. Could he say the same for himself?
I did what I had to, he thought. What he'd done to Tav, charming them into bed to gain their approval, was hardly the same as what had been done to him. Manipulative, certainly. But the moment he'd been waiting for had finally come, and he'd seized it.
He looked up through the leaves to the clear night sky above, hoping to drift away from his own thoughts. His muscles felt warm and relaxed from a fulfilling meal, yet his stomach churned uncomfortably. What in the hells is wrong with me? Astarion had slept with thousands of people in the past two centuries, but tonight had been flavored with something unfamiliar. The feeling wriggled just out of reach when he tried to pin it down.
A chilled breeze caused Tav to stir in their sleep. Astarion glanced down, noticing the blanket had fallen from their shoulders. He adjusted it with a light tug, trying to fix it without waking them. He wasn’t ready for whatever they might say. He’d been rendered speechless by their admission before.
Why should it matter to him? He’d heard similar things out of the mouths of perfect strangers, drawn in by his charming facade, confusing lust for love.
Then again, none of them survived the night.
Astarion’s stomach roiled with the realization, feeling like he might be sick. He hadn’t slept with anyone who lived to tell of the encounter in two hundred years. He couldn’t even remember who he’d been with before he turned; only that he hadn’t been inexperienced. Cazador hadn’t needed to train him in the art of seduction.
Astarion’s legs tensed with the very thought of his captor, as if his body was preparing to run at a moment’s notice. His thigh jerked, disrupting Tav from their peaceful sleep. Gods damn it. Not now. Please, not now.
“Wha- Astarion?” came their quiet voice, bleary and confused.
“Yes,” he choked out, staring up at the sky to avoid their gaze. “I’m here.”
“Oh,” Tav muttered, remembering where they were. “Are you all right? You look… pained.”
Astarion closed his eyes, swallowing against the lump in his throat. Tav didn't know about the hell he'd endured. They didn't need to know. “Yes, I’m fine. Just a little… restless, that’s all.”
“Will you lay with me?” they asked, voice soft with concern. “I know you don’t sleep, but…”
“I suppose so,” Astarion said quietly, after a pause. The prospect was so foreign, but sounded almost pleasant. This openness is but a small indiscretion; nothing more. He could work on regaining control of the situation tomorrow. At first light.
He slid down the tree to lay on his back, willing his muscles to loosen up. Tav snuggled into the crook of his arm, resting their head on his shoulder. The warmth of their skin against his was calming, like laying near the campfire.
The exhaustion of the day before seemed to wash over him all at once. He'd been completely satiated, hips weary, stomach comfortably full. He could feel the gentle waves of rest lapping at the edges of his mind, begging him to finally fall into a trance for the night.
“Thank you,” Tav whispered, their breath slow and hot against his bare chest. “Goodnight.”
“Sweet dreams, darling.”
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The Take Over, The Break's Over - 14
Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav/OC, cis woman)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Words: 900 (chapter 14 of 17)
Setting: A!Astarion's palace
Content: Marin's POV, Astarion wants to take her out so she gets a nice dress, Astarion sees her in the dress and is incredibly horny and in love with her, like whoa, down boy
This is not the place for anti-A!A discourse. I love both versions of Astarion, and it's okay to have issues with the Ascendant route, but I will block you if you clown on these posts~
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Marin returned from the shops with Evi and Reardon, all with their arms partially full. They'd gotten food from the market, as well as a few other things.
“Astar-” she called out, stopping when she saw Astarion’s head poke out of the sitting room immediately. She blushed and let out a laugh. “Oh, hello there. I thought you’d be upstairs.”
“I was excited to see you,” he replied sheepishly. “Did you get something to wear tonight, my sweet?”
“Yes,” she giggled. “It feels a bit fanciful compared to my other dresses, but Evi assured me it looked nice. I hope I won't look silly.”
“I’m sure you chose perfectly,” he replied, grinning eagerly. “Go on, then! Get upstairs and show me. I can lace it for you.”
She obliged, carrying the dress box upstairs to Astarion's bedroom. Our bedroom? He shut the door behind them.
“Now, off with those clothes,” he purred. “I want to see your new purchase.”
“Well, turn around then,” she responded, blushing. “I want you to be surprised.”
He turned so his back would face the mirror while she changed. She pulled it from the box, feeling the finely-woven cotton and remembering how much she loved it. She slipped into it, tugging at the lacing slightly to make it fit her chest. It was a light turquoise dress, delicate and high quality with a few flourishes, but more simple than most of the gowns she saw in the shop. Though they were enviable, she wasn’t quite ready to dress so fancifully, and certainly not on Astarion’s dime. Perhaps for a party someday.
“All right, turn around.”
He spun to see her again, looking at her in the mirror and from behind. His face was soft, eyes wide, his mouth slightly open as he looked at her. That same face from the moment he first saw me again, in the bar. She could feel her heartbeat race as he stood in silence, staring at her body.
“Well then?” she pried, slightly impatient. “Will you give me a hint? I’m a bit nervous.”
“I’m sorry, my dear,” he finally responded, a funny smile spreading across his face. He walked up behind her to meet her eyes in the mirror. “You took my breath away. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Marin. You’re incredible.”
“What about the dress?” she teased, embarrassed by his intensity. “You can be a little hard to read, you know.”
“The dress is perfect for you,” he declared. “The color matches your eyes, and your hair contrasts against it without clashing. Delicate and sweet, but simple, like you. It shows off your pretty shoulders and collarbones; it hugs your frame exactly right. You look perfect, darling. The loveliest creature I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.”
She watched in the mirror as her face went bright pink from his compliments. She was incredibly flattered, but also surprised by how much he picked up on. I forgot how fashionable he is. Does he always take me in with this much detail? Gods above. I hope not.
“Th-thank you,” she managed, butterflies in her stomach. “You promise that I don’t look silly?”
“Darling, it looks so perfect that it feels like a shame to lace it up and go anywhere,” he chuckled. “If I hadn’t promised you a real date tonight, I would keep you in this room, in that dress, and…”
He took a deep breath, shuddering as he let it out. He pressed up behind her, his hands on her hips, his interest poking at her tailbone. His cock was completely hard already, without a moment of attention from her.
“Holy hells,” she whispered. “Really?”
“It’s certainly not a lie, darling,” he responded breathlessly, making her giggle.
“So…” she went on flirtatiously. “Are we still going out?”
“We are, my sweet,” he declared. “I want to take you on a proper date, like I never could in the past. You deserve it. And to be honest… I would like to show you off a little.”
She blushed even more at the prospect of being seen out with Astarion, Lord Astarion, by people who knew who he was.
“But I want you to know,” he whispered in her ear, “that I will most likely be hopelessly aroused by my beautiful date the entire time. Perhaps you’ll take pity on me and… we can keep our outing slightly brief this time.”
He smirked at her in the mirror, his hands on her waist where the dress cinched in close. She turned around and kissed him, swooning and growing excited herself. He pulled away from her at last, seemingly with great effort, taking another deep breath to steady himself.
“Bleeding hells, Marin,” he murmured. “My head is light. I should get dressed. Something with long shirttails in the front…”
She giggled at his honesty.
“What about me?” she protested as he started to wander away.
“Hm? What about-”
“My lacing!” she laughed. “You said you’d help me!”
“Oh! Shit.” He came back and took the laces in his hands. “I did say that. I’m sorry for behaving like such a fool. You have a way of unraveling me, I told you.”
He pulled each section of the ribbon until it was perfectly taut against her skin without causing discomfort. His nimble fingers moved quickly, but with precision, brushing across her upper back as he worked. She desperately wanted those hands all over her body, without delay. Holy hells. This will be the longest dinner of all time.
The Take Over, The Break's Over - 7
Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav/OC, cis woman)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Words: 800 (chapter 7 of 17)
Setting: Marin's house
Content: Marin's POV, forbidden relationship, Marin's husband fucking sucks but on screen this time, Astarion sends a letter via his servant, they are so in love and miss each other an excessive amount
I went too far for the bit on these letters and made visuals but I included a text-only version below it for accessibility~
Warnings: descriptions of emotional ab*se & dialogue (I really tried to make this guy an emotionally ab*sive creep without being in-depth enough to bother people, difficult line to walk so I'm sorry if he seems either one-dimensional or is still upsetting)
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Marin loaded the bread dough into the oven, drying the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand as she stepped away.
“You smell like an ox,” Del chided as he entered the kitchen. Marin sighed to herself.
“I'm sorry. The oven is hot. Baking is hard work, you know.”
He snickered as if the very idea was foolish, making her cheeks burn.
“Speaking of hard work, I'm off,” he muttered as he finished fastening his buttons. “Behave yourself, a’right?”
She swallowed the urge to say something nasty. “Of course I will, Del.”
“Good,” he replied, kissing her on the cheek. She plastered a smile on her face and followed him to the door.
“Have a good night,” she called as he started down the path. He responded with a half-hearted thanks, not looking back.
“Fucking prick,” she whispered to herself once the door was shut. He seemed to have grown more irritating since her return, but maybe that was imagined. He was acting the same as always, while something inside her had changed.
She took off her apron and grabbed the cushion and gloves she used for her garden. She left the door open behind her so that she could smell the bread cooking, as a reminder to check on it.
She perched on the stones around her front garden, the cushion under her knees. Feeling the sun warm her hair from behind and smelling the soil, she felt the stress of dealing with Del melt away.
“My lady?” came a woman’s voice from behind her. My lady? Marin turned to see a cloaked figure walking up her garden path. She dropped her hood as she approached, revealing a familiar face.
“...Evi?”
“Good afternoon, my lady. I come bearing a parcel from Lord Ancunín,” she announced, speaking formally as if Marin had any social standing.
“A letter? Oh, um, thank you,” she stuttered. “You didn't run into anyone on your way up the path, did you?”
“I waited for his departure before I approached,” Evi reassured her. “Lord’s orders. He wants me to confirm that you're all right.”
Marin’s face burned thinking of Astarion’s concern for her. “I am, thank you.”
“Excellent. I have one more gift from his lordship.” Evi reached into her bag, pulling out a single orange, fragrant and perfectly ripe.
“Oh, thank you!” Marin took it from her, delighted with the surprise.
“Have a pleasant day, Lady Marin,” she said, pulling up her hood before walking down the path.
“You too,” she responded, feeling like she was in a dream. She floated inside, closing the front door and putting her back against the inside of it. She held the letter tightly to her chest, her heart pounding. She checked the oven before scurrying down the hall, letter and orange in hand. She didn't want to be caught reading it in plain view, on the tiny chance Del came home to get something. She locked the bedroom door behind her, sank into the bed, and opened the envelope, addressed only Marin. The letter was written on thick, expensive paper, with Astarion's careful calligraphy folded up inside.
Marin, my sweet,
I was heartened to see your letter this evening. I miss you terribly, darling. Your visit has served as a harsh reminder of my empty bed and lonely existence. Of course, I do not blame you for that. Our time together was far more valuable to me than any continued delusion of self-sufficiency. Your joyful presence feels like sunshine on my skin after so many years in the darkness, a bittersweet feeling with which I am intimately familiar.
We disagreed at the time of my ascension on your vampiric transformation. I recall the details of those arguments quite clearly when I am lonely and disappointed in myself. I want you to know that I will accept you in any form, my love. I am not the man I used to be, but I realize I will have to prove myself worthy of your trust.
I will happily make space for you in my life if you ever feel ready for a future with me. I want nothing else as much as I want to see you happy. There is a greenhouse here which is hardly used, and it makes me long to see you working on your garden to your heart's content.
You are welcome here anytime, my dear. I hope you know that I eagerly await our next meeting. Until then, I will think of you anytime my mind wanders, as I do already.
Stay safe, darling.
Yours eternally,
Astarion
Your comment about beetroot juice made me smile. You enjoyed the fresh oranges when you were here, so I hope you will smile for me in return.
Marin flopped back on the bed, the letter pressed to her heart as if it were part of him. She stared blankly up at the rafters, tears running down her face and into her hair.
Part 6 so far of this WIP, will post properly soon. Short chunk
Ascended Astarion x Tav (Marin, female) Rating: E (overall; this section is M? I think?) Content: Astarion is in the self-hate/C-PTSD rut, Marin talks him through it, Asti wants to take her on a Real Date TM so she gets a nice dress, he is incredibly wound up about how she looks in it, seriously like, down boy
Warning: descriptions of PTSD symptoms, mentions of violence and death
Astarion laid his head back on the edge of the tub, letting the warm water calm his senses and quiet his mind. The water was a pale, transparent pink from the dissolving blood. He stared blankly at the tiled wall where it met the ceiling.
“May I come in?” Marin’s muffled voice asked from the other side of the door.
He nodded faintly, before remembering she couldn’t see him. “Yes,” he mumbled, his voice low.
He flicked his eyes to her form as she entered the room, wearing one of Astarion’s robes, shutting the door behind her. Her hair was wet from the bath. She perched on the edge of the tub, watching him.
“My silver star,” she fawned, trying to soothe him. “I’m so glad you’re not injured.”
He stared straight ahead, numb. “I attacked him. He was unarmed.”
“But so much can go wrong in a fight,” she responded. “You know that. And I’m glad you’re all right.”
“Am I?” he muttered, almost to himself. “I feel so very… hollow.”
“Please, Astarion,” she whined. “Come back to me, my love.”
He turned his head, taking in her gentle face, twisted with concern. For me. Those oceanic eyes. Marin.
“I’m a killer,” he said flatly, reciting from memory. “A monster.”
Her eyebrows furrowed hearing that.
“That’s not how I see you,” she responded, her voice soft. “No matter what was done to you, or what you were made to do.”
“I was enjoying his pain, Marin,” he muttered. “Of my own volition. Just like I enjoyed Cazador’s. I’m a terrible, evil man. I don’t deserve to be loved.”
“But you feel my pain, don’t you?” she countered. “You’d do everything under the sun to make it better. You’ve said so a hundred times.” He nodded.
“Then you’re not evil,” she went on. “You’re not him, Astarion. Cazador was a monster. He deserved to die, and it was the only way out. I will never blame you for killing him, my love.”
“But all those other people… They’re dead because of me.”
“And Cazador would never have felt guilty, if he’d gone through with the ritual,” she replied. “He would have killed them all, including you, and never worried about it for as long as he lived. You’re not him.”
He submerged his head, thinking as he worked the dried blood off of his face and hair. He re-emerged to her still staring at him with concern.
“You missed some,” she remarked, reaching for a cloth. “Here.”
She wetted the cloth and rubbed his sensitive elf ear; behind his earlobe, and inside the conch, close to the opening. He relaxed his eyelids and subconsciously tipped his head towards the side she was touching. His inner ear felt pleasantly fuzzy with the stimulation. He regained his senses as she moved her hand away.
“Why are you so kind to me, Marin?”
“You’ve been kind to me,” she responded without hesitation. “And besides, you deserve it, even if you don’t believe you do.”
He stared quietly up into her blue-green eyes, feeling like she was sucking the poison out of him and replenishing him, as she often had, years ago. She gave him a gentle smile, not breaking her gaze.
“I think I’m clean enough,” he muttered finally. “I want to rest.”
“Me too,” she admitted. “I’m exhausted.”
He put his hand on hers as she turned to get up from the edge of the tub.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “For caring.”
“Always, my love.”
~~~~~
Marin returned from the shops with Evi and Reardon, coming through the front door with their arms partially full. They'd gotten food from the market, as well as a few other things.
“Astar-” she called out, stopping when she saw his head poke out of the sitting room. She blushed and let out a laugh. “Oh, hello there. I thought you’d be upstairs.”
“I was excited to see you,” he replied sheepishly. “Did you get something to wear tonight, my sweet?”
“Yes,” she giggled. “It feels a bit fanciful compared to my other dresses, but Evi assured me it looked nice. I hope I won't look silly.”
“I’m sure it's perfect,” he replied, grinning eagerly. “Go on, then! Get upstairs and show me. I can lace it for you.”
She obliged, carrying the dress box upstairs to Astarion's bedroom. Our bedroom? He shut the door behind them.
“Now, off with those clothes,” he purred. “I want to see your new purchase.”
“Well, turn around then,” she responded, blushing. “I want you to be surprised.”
He turned so his back would face the mirror while she changed. She pulled it from the box, feeling the finely-woven cotton and remembering how much she loved it. She slipped into it, tugging at the lacing slightly to make it fit her chest. It was a light turquoise dress, delicate and high quality with a few flourishes, but more simple than most of the gowns she saw in the shop. Though they were enviable, she wasn’t quite ready to dress so fancifully, and certainly not on Astarion’s dime. Perhaps for a party someday.
“All right, turn around.”
He spun to see her again, looking at her in the mirror and from behind. His face was soft, eyes wide, his mouth slightly open as he looked at her. That same face from the moment he first saw me in the bar. She could feel her heartbeat race as he stood in silence, staring at her body.
“Well then?” she pried, slightly impatient. “Will you give me a hint? I’m a bit nervous.”
“I’m sorry, my dear,” he finally responded, a funny smile spreading across his face. He walked up behind her to meet her eyes in the mirror. “You took my breath away. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Marin. You’re incredible.”
“What about the dress?” she teased, embarrassed by his intensity. “You can be a little hard to read, you know.”
“The dress is perfect for you,” he declared. “The color brings out your eyes, and your hair contrasts against it without a clash. Delicate and sweet, but simple, like you. It hugs your frame exactly right… You look perfect, darling. The loveliest creature I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.”
She watched in the mirror as her face went bright pink from his compliments. She was incredibly flattered, but also surprised by how much he picked up on. I forgot how fashionable he is. Does he always take me in with this much detail? Gods above. I hope not.
“Th-thank you,” she managed, butterflies in her stomach. “You promise that I don’t look silly?”
“Darling, it looks so perfect that it feels like a shame to lace it up and go anywhere,” he chuckled. “If I hadn’t promised you a real date tonight, I would keep you in this room, in that dress, and…”
He took a deep breath, shuddering as he let it out. He pressed up behind her, his hands on her hips, the outline of his cock poking her tailbone. He was completely hard.
“Holy hells,” she whispered. “Really?”
“It’s certainly not a lie, darling,” he responded breathlessly, making her giggle.
“So…” she went on flirtatiously. “Are we still going out?”
“We are, my sweet,” he declared. “I want to take you on a proper date, like I never could in the past. You deserve it. And to be honest… I would like to show you off a little.”
She blushed at the prospect of being seen out with Astarion, Lord Astarion, by people who knew who he was.
“But I want you to know,” he whispered in her ear, “that I will most likely be hopelessly aroused by my beautiful date the entire time. Perhaps you’ll take pity on me and… we can keep it fairly brief.”
He smirked at her in the mirror, his hands on her waist where the dress cinched in close. She turned around and kissed him, swooning and growing excited herself. He pulled away from her at last, seemingly with great effort, taking another deep breath to steady himself.
“Bleeding hells, Marin,” he murmured. “My head is light. I should get dressed. Something with long shirttails in the front…” She giggled and blushed at his honesty.
“What about me?” she protested as he started to wander away.
“Hm? What about-”
“My lacing!” she laughed. “You said you’d help me!”
“Oh! Shit.” He came back and took the laces in his hands. “I did. I’m sorry for behaving like such a fool. You have a way of unraveling me, I told you.” He pulled each section of the ribbon until it was perfectly taut against her skin without causing discomfort. His nimble fingers moved quickly, but with precision, brushing across her upper back as he worked. She realized she wanted those hands all over her body, at that exact moment. Holy hells. This will be the longest dinner of all time.
The Take Over, The Break's Over - 3
Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav/OC, cis woman)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Words: 1k (chapter 3 of 17)
Setting: A!Astarion's palace
Content: Marin's POV, ex-lovers reunited, forbidden relationship, angst, Marin's husband is emotionally ab*sive, she's in denial and Astarion finds out, protective/angry Astarion, comfort
Warnings: descriptions of emotional ab*se
This is not the place for anti-A!A discourse. I love both versions of Astarion, and it's okay to have issues with the Ascendant route, but I will block you if you clown on these posts~
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They say your head can be a prison / Then these are just conjugal visits
Marin woke with a start, unsure where she was for a moment. She sat up straight before realizing she was with Astarion. She heard him stir behind her.
“Are you all right?” he mumbled.
“Yes, I was… dreaming, I suppose,” she muttered. “I don't remember.”
“Come back to me,” he implored. She laid down next to him.
“You must have been terribly bored,” she said sheepishly. “I'm sorry.”
“Hm? No, I read my book for a while, and then I rested. I was in a trance until you woke.”
“Oh. I'm sorry,” she repeated.
“Now, stop that, darling,” he scolded gently. “You simply must stop apologizing to me. I'm glad you're here.”
“I'm glad, too,” she replied honestly. “Do you have the time?”
He checked a watchpiece on his side table. “Early. A bit after three.”
“I feel wide awake.” She turned to look at him.
“You did fall asleep quite early,” he chuckled, his eyes soft. “Why, do you want to get up?”
Marin shook her head. “I want to stay here for now.”
“All right, then. Whatever shall we do together, in my bed?” he mused, being cheeky.
“Can we talk?”
Astarion cleared his throat. “Of course.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” she started.
“What do you mean, darling?” Astarion propped himself on his side.
“About… all of this,” she replied. “I thought I could come here, and see you, and then go back home. And then… we’d be even, I suppose. Things would go back to normal.”
Astarion was quiet for a long time. “And why can’t they? Go back to normal, I mean.”
“I don’t want to go back to normal. I feel like I’m in prison,” she muttered. “At home, with him.”
“Perhaps you need regular conjugal visits, then,” he joked.
“I’m serious, Astarion.” She turned to look at him, her face anxious. “Del’s a good man, but… I’m resentful. I feel like a servant.”
“Is he a good man?” he asked, studying her face. “He doesn’t sound like one, though I know I’m not exactly the right person to make a moral judgment.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s sleeping around, with a woman like you waiting at home. How long has he been hiding it from you?”
“Well, it was just the one… that I know of,” Marin said, uneasy. “It was a few months ago. She had just moved into town and didn’t know he was married. She told me a couple of weeks later, when she realized he had a wife.”
“So, he’s had plenty of time to broach the subject,” he mused. “He’s too pathetic to tell you the truth. Or he doesn’t give a damn.”
She felt tears welling up. Gods damn it.
“It’s my fault,” she whispered. “It has to be.”
“How could it be your fault?” he asked quietly. “You’re beautiful, Marin. You’re a loving person. He had no reason to stray, and yet he did.”
“He’s so angry all the time,” she lamented. “I try to do everything just the way he wants me to, and I still fail.”
Astarion gently turned her chin to face him again, looking into her eyes. “What do you mean?”
“His house. His dinner. All his rules. Everything.”
“His house?” he repeated, bristling at her words. “His… rules? What kind of rules?”
“The house has to be spotless when he’s there,” she explained. “I have to do all the cooking. And I have to look nice for him - keep my hair brushed, and wear pretty things when he’s around. Nothing ever looks good enough in his eyes.”
Astarion’s eyes were red like hot coals under his knitted brows. He looked furious now.
“What happens if you don’t… follow his rules?” he growled slowly.
“He yells at me,” she choked out. “Says mean things to me. Calls me names.”
Astarion rolled onto his back, taking deep, shaky breaths.
“And if he finds out I left town, he’ll be-”
“I’ll kill him,” he snarled, staring at the canopy with his jaw clenched. Marin’s heart pounded, her stomach churning. Oh no, what have I done?
“Astarion, what- why are you so angry?” she stuttered, her voice high and quivering.
He softened at once, seemingly realizing he was scaring her. He turned back to her and pulled her into a hug, squeezing her tight.
“I’m sorry, my love,” he whispered into her hair. “I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” she squeaked.
“For frightening you. For everything. I’m so sorry, Marin.”
“What- are you all right?”
“I never should have let you go. I should have begged you to stay here, where I can protect you,” he whispered, sounding almost manic, his arms shaking as he held her. “I thought you’d be safe without me, but-”
“Safe? What are you saying, Astarion?”
He pulled back from her and pressed his forehead to hers, tears in his eyes.
“You protected me from him,” he said, his voice shaking. “Being with you was the first time I felt safe, and you helped me kill him. You gave me what I have.”
“What does any of that have to do with Del?” she asked, bewildered.
“He treats you terribly! He won’t let you leave!” he objected, his voice high and indignant, before lowering back to a growl. “He’s a poisonous little snake. I won’t wait until he bites you to crush him under my heel.”
“Astarion, please don’t talk like that. He doesn’t hurt me. I’m safe.”
“You can’t stay there with a man like that, Marin!” he pleaded, his eyes sharp and fearful. “It will only get worse. Please, let me protect you.”
“I don’t want to talk about this any more right now,” she choked out, holding back tears. “Please, can we just be together for a while longer before I go? Like old times?”
He took a deep breath, and laid quietly for a while, regaining control of himself. Finally, he pulled her close again.
“Of course we can, darling.”
Master List for AA/Marin Fic
Links to all chapters of The Take Over, The Break's Over (long fluff & smut fic about Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav))
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4
Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8
Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12
Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16
Chapter 17
More to come ;) I have multiple fluff & smut combo fics (both a flashback and a flash forward) in progress if you love these two as much as I do
on love arriving unannounced
no, babe, i dont do casual. its mind numbing devotion for all eternity or nothing
I made a podfic for this!
Voice acted, read word for word, no sound effects outside of vocal tone to reflect the text
Files for the full version, and both parts separately, on my Google Drive (.wav files)
All of it was recorded and edited by me - a novice without a great audio setup, but I did my best to make it listenable and pleasant. Please enjoy!
Astarion's Forest Scene M4F/NB
Overview: I wanted to write a retelling of Astarion's first romance scene from a positive angle, rather than assuming his initial interest is all a ruse because he has trauma. I like the idea of him reinterpreting his past through a new lens early on and grappling with that. The first chunk is an extension/reimagining of the sexual part we see a bit of in-game, and the second chunk is an idea of the time in between the sex scene and the morning scene: Tav's asleep, and Astarion is in his head about the past. Just be aware there are non-specific mentions, mainly in the second part, of his life with Cazador, and some PTSD symptoms.
Astarion x Tav (gender neutral, they/them, AFAB/female anatomy)
Rating: Explicit (18+) Words: 3.3k Setting: Private forest clearing, after the tiefling party Content: Astarion POV, mlw/mlnb, hook-up, oral sex, PIV sex, biting, blood drinking, PTSD comfort, cuddling
Gender neutral but there's both a male- and female-bodied version of this; I couldn't decide because I'm too bi to function tysm for your understanding~
AMAB Tav / M4M version
“There you are.”
Astarion watched Tav’s head whip around in surprise at the sound of his voice. Good, he thought. He needed them a little off-balance to keep the upper hand.
“I've been waiting,” Astarion growled, drawing closer to his mark, his opening lines rehearsed. “Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting… to have you.”
Tav raised their eyebrows as he sauntered towards them. He could smell their blood more and more, metallic and sweet, with just a hint of alcohol left. They were still a little tipsy from the party, but not drunk. He heard their heartbeat quicken.
“Well, here I am,” Tav chuckled nervously.
Luring them away from the party had been simple enough. Laying on the charm had done the trick - a few perfect lines, a pouty gaze, a calculated brush of the hand. Astarion knew from the look in their eyes earlier that he'd won, but it was a nice confirmation to see them now.
Astarion reached for one of Tav’s hands and closed the distance between them. He pressed his other hand behind the small of their back to pull them in for a firm kiss. The warmth of their body against his was invigorating.
Tav melted into the kiss, allowing their hips to make contact. He moved his free hand to the back of their neck and tilted his head deeper into the kiss, their quiet groans stifled by his lips.
Finally, Astarion pulled back and pricked his face into a lopsided smile, regaining control of the situation.
“Gods, you're eager,” he purred. Tav's eyes flicked to the ground, eyebrows knitting with uncertainty. He hooked a finger under their chin to reassure them. “I like it.”
Tav met his gaze again, a small smile appearing on their face. “I suppose I was eager enough that I didn't… ask many questions. About you.”
Astarion’s stomach clenched, unsure of what to expect. “About me?”
“Yes, well… what you had planned for us tonight,” Tav said shyly, looking again at the ground. “Your… preferences. That sort of thing.”
“I've done it all, practically,” Astarion chuckled with relief. Perhaps a bit arrogant, but he was trying to gauge their reaction. “I can be whatever you want me to be.”
Tav met his eyes again.
“I want you to be yourself,” they said earnestly.
Astarion felt a catch in his throat and swallowed against it. He couldn't think of a clever quip to respond to that.
“I really want to relax tonight, after all this,” Tav went on. Oh, thank the gods, Astarion thought. They were back in his comfort zone - sex, not emotions.
“I'm just a little…” their words trailed off.
“Afraid to turn your back on a vampire?” Astarion joked. Tav let out a surprised laugh, loud and genuine. Gods, they’re adorable.
“You don't need to worry about a thing,” he said, regaining a more serious tone. “I’ll let you set the pace, darling.”
Tav flashed that sweet smile again, leaning in for a kiss. They were more self-assured this time, placing their hands on Astarion's narrow hips and pushing against him of their own accord, trying to get a feel for him through his pants. He inhaled sharply at the sensation, breaking from their kiss and grinding against them. Tav responded with a little moan, deep in their throat.
“I'll bet you look even prettier under your clothes,” Astarion whispered in their ear, eliciting a gasp. “Perhaps I could see you, to confirm.”
“Perhaps.” Tav untucked their shirt, inviting him closer to their skin. He pulled them in for another kiss, leaning back against a big tree. Astarion’s hand moved down between them, sliding under their shirt. He could feel the heat radiating from their core and knew his hand must be cool against their skin. He worked carefully up over their belly to their chest, feeling their breathing speed up in response to his touch.
Instead of undergarments, his fingers grazed the underside of Tav’s bare breasts. He pulled back from their lips a bit, watching as they smiled and flushed at his surprise.
“What an unexpected treat,” Astarion purred, his fingers moving across their smooth breasts before kissing them again. He gently pawed at them, feeling his own cock pulse in response. Tav gasped a bit, excited at the prospect.
Astarion felt their hands move down and tug at the shirt separating them. He moved out of the way as they pulled it up over their head. He stared admiringly for a moment.
“Gods, I was right. Look at you,” Astarion whispered.
Tav moved in for another kiss, their breasts rubbing against his own bare torso. They feel heavenly, he thought, wrapped up in the sensation. He snaked his hand down their belly and over the outside of their pants, pausing briefly to wait for an objection before feeling between their legs.
A quiet moan escaped Tav’s lips. They thrusted towards him a little, their body close enough Astarion could hear their heart pounding. Gods, their blood must be so hot right now.
“I want your cock,” Tav managed amidst their rising intensity. “I want to see you. Touch you.”
Astarion moved his hands to his own waistband, pulling his weapon free, watching their eyes widen at its appearance.
“Oh,” Tav blurted out. Astarion smirked, unphased. He knew he was beautiful. If he was anything, he was that.
After a second to register the new development, Tav reached for him. Their hand was so warm and soft against his skin. Astarion relaxed as they took him in their hand, letting out a sigh of pleasure.
To his surprise, Tav shifted to kneel on the ground. They met his gaze, searching for his permission to act. Taken aback, all Astarion could do was nod, watching as Tav tenderly kissed his hip, and then his cock. They parted their soft lips and licked at him. It had been a long time since anyone did this for him. Normally, he was the one on his knees, eager, convincing, charming.
Tav opened their mouth and surrounded him, sucking him off. Oh, hells, that feels good. He leaned his head back on the tree, his mind gone blank. Their mouth was so hot and smooth inside. He felt their tongue lapping at the underside of his cock as they worked.
Shit. He needed to regain control of the situation. Recall the mission at hand. Gods above, it was difficult. He put a hand to their cheek and they looked up, pulling their head away from him.
“Everything alright?”
“Yes, I just…” Words were evading him. Shit. “Come back up here.”
“Was it good?” Tav asked genuinely, standing to meet him again. “You seem a little-”
Astarion put his finger to their lips, quieting them. He put a hand in their damp hair, and kissed them, hard. He needed them to swoon, to cede control, to let him perform.
Mission accomplished. He felt them melt into him once more, his exposed cock poking at their smooth belly.
“I want to make you feel good, darling,” Astarion whispered, his lips brushing against their ear. “Tonight is for the both of us.”
Tav shivered as he spoke, nodding. He took them by the shoulders and switched them against the tree in his place. He kissed down the side of their neck, to their collarbone and breasts. Astarion took one of their nipples in his mouth and sucked, carefully avoiding contact with his fangs as he did. He could feel them swaying, pressing into him, moaning softly, their heartbeat pounding in his ears.
Astarion moved to his knees, tugging at their waistband and working their pants off. He kissed across their hip bone, mirroring their own actions, slowly working his mouth closer to the center of their pelvis. Tav gasped and wiggled with anticipation.
His mouth finally reached their cunt, where he ran his tongue slowly across, making them shudder. Astarion's right hand snaked up the inside of Tav’s thigh until he reached between their legs, feeling them from below. They're so hot and wet, Gods above. The excitement travelled down through his core and he felt his cock pulse in response.
He looked up at them from where he sat, checking their expression again before sliding a finger inside. Astarion had carefully tended to his hands and nails earlier in the evening, not wanting his claws to interfere. He saw Tav's mouth drop open as he felt for their most sensitive area. He found it with several strokes, giving slight resistance to his touch from inside and making their eyes widen. He joined his finger with a second and put his mouth back to their cunt, lapping at the front of them while he worked.
Astarion closed his eyes and focused on making Tav feel good, using their moans and shallow breaths as guidance. Their pelvis jutted against his mouth as they grew louder.
“That feels amazing,” Tav whimpered. “Oh, Gods, I love it.”
He worked them inside and out with a bit more vigor, glancing up to see their expression. Their head was leaned back against the tree, mouth open and panting. Excellent.
“You look so beautiful,” he purred.
Tav looked down at him, eyelids fluttering. Astarion could feel their thighs and hips begin to shudder. Perfect.
“Oh, I'm-” Tav choked out, eyes widening urgently. “Don't stop, I'm close to-”
Astarion worked even more feverishly, using his tongue and fingers in harmony as they thrusted at him.
“Oh, fuck!” Tav cried out, louder than he expected. He felt their hips jolt towards his face, their cunt pulsing around his fingers. He felt his cock pulse in response, longing to take their place inside.
Tav's thighs relaxed and he felt them start to slide down the tree. He used his shoulder to brace them from between their legs, grabbing onto their hip with his free hand.
“Careful, darling!” Astarion chuckled breathlessly. “A fall would ruin the fun, now wouldn't it?”
He freed himself from between their legs, standing to hold them up while they caught their breath.
“Shall we lay down? Will you be alright without my help?” Astarion asked after a moment. Tav nodded eagerly. He let go and laid out the linen sheet he'd brought along.
“It's not much, but it should keep the dirt off,” he chuckled, eliciting a smile from Tav. They laid down on their side facing away from him, thighs shivering with anticipation. Astarion followed their lead, laying behind them and pulling them into the crook of his body. Such a nice ass.
He disrobed and reached behind himself for the oil he'd brought, Tav peering back at him over their shoulder. He got the bottle open with his teeth and used his free hand to cover his cock thoroughly with the contents. He used the oiled hand to prep them as well, though it wasn’t necessary. They were nearly dripping from before.
“Are you ready?” Astarion asked quietly, knowing what they would answer.
“Yes,” came Tav’s shaky voice back at him. “Gods, yes. Start slow, okay?”
“Of course, darling,” he purred into their ear. “I'll take good care of you.”
Astarion gently pushed their top leg forward with his knee. He put his cock against their most delicate skin, feeling how desperately wet they were before gently pushing inside. Tav gasped and Astarion gave them a moment to settle before pushing himself further in. He kept his hips restrained, moving slowly until he felt Tav's pelvis melt back into his own.
He wrapped his fingers around their hips, pulling them as close to him as possible. They let out a breathy moan, relaxed and open. He rocked forward into them, feeding off their little sounds of pleasure as he fucked them. So smooth and warm. What a nice cunt. He closed his eyes and rested his slick forehead between their shoulder blades.
“Gods, you're so lovely,” Astarion panted at their back. “Oh, darling, you feel amazing.”
“You feel so- oh, so good,” Tav whined, their speech broken up by ragged breaths. “You- oh, Astarion!”
Something tugged uncomfortably in his chest. It had been a while since he’d heard his name said like that. Usually, he avoided giving it out or just lied, trying to avoid attaching his real name to a reputation for luring people into dark alleys. Many people didn't care enough to ask his name at all.
He let them do the work for a moment, grinding their hips back into him as he turned the thought over and over in his head. His mind raced with fragments of nights before.
“Astarionnn,” Tav whimpered, drawing out his name and snapping him back into the moment. “Fuck, you feel so- I’m close-”
Astarion gripped their sides and tilted their hips closer to the ground, using his knee to open their legs wider. Their back arched, pelvis grinding hard against his as they let out broken sounds.
“Ast- oh, I'm- I'm coming,” Tav cried out urgently. He slammed into them, rocking his hips but staying inside as they whimpered and got off. He could feel their heart, smell their blood. Oh, shit. His body suddenly ached with hunger.
“Oh, gods, that was…” Tav glanced back at him as they caught their breath. “Did you…?”
Astarion shook his head, staring blankly down at their skin instead of meeting their gaze. Their scent filled his mind, his stomach aching with the temptation.
Tav’s eyebrows knitted in concern, realizing he'd lost focus. “Are you alright?”
“Your body- I'm starving,” he blurted out. Why in the hells did I say it like that?
“Oh, I thought you… I thought maybe you weren't enjoying it,” Tav said, still panting. “You can have my blood. Whatever you need.”
Astarion's inhibitions melted in an instant. He bit down into their soft, tender neck, feeling their heart pump feverishly as he drank, his hips moving without thinking. The second taste was just as heavenly as the first had been, days before. Mixed with lust and self-satisfaction over his victory, it was nearly overwhelming.
As his hunger eased, he felt his arousal intensify. He started thrusting deep into Tav, hearing them cry out in response. His movements grew more urgent as he felt his self-control slipping. Oh, shit. He restrained his own movements, delaying the inevitable, and reached in front of Tav, using his fingers to work them where they were most sensitive. Panting and whining, Tav pushed their pelvis against his to get as much contact as possible.
“Oh, fuck me!” Tav cried out, gasping for air. “Oh, Astarion! I'm- hahhh-” He felt them pulse around his cock as he’d hoped, the sensation enough to drive him mad.
That was all the self-control he had left. He drank from them needily, breathing spottily, thrusting urgently. He groaned from the very bottom of his chest and came, hard, still latched onto Tav’s neck and buried deep inside of them.
Astarion’s hips and jaw relaxed and he flopped onto his back, panting so hard it made his head light. When he gained the self-awareness to check in with Tav, he saw them on their back, chest rising slower. They gazed over at him, eyelids soft and a little smile on their face.
“That was amazing,” they whispered.
“Yes, it was,” he puffed, still coming down from his own high.
After a few moments of silence, Tav spoke again.
“Astarion… I care about you.”
Oh, shit.
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In the early hours of the morning, Astarion lay back amidst the roots of a huge tree. He had propped himself up comfortably, but wasn't ready to let his guard down yet. He’d snuck into camp earlier for a few things, including a blanket, as Tav said they wanted to stay in the clearing for a while. He couldn’t fault them for it - he hardly felt ready to face the others himself, to answer questions about what they’d been up to.
He looked over to where Tav lay sleeping, head resting on the ground close to his thigh. Their warmth was enticing, but he didn’t want to be touched. Astarion glanced at the small puncture wounds on their neck, remembering how good they had tasted. How they had trusted him.
He chased the thought away. Surely they'd only given their blood over in the heat of ecstasy. But even an hour later, he felt steady and fulfilled. Had they wanted him to feel this way? Were they even thinking straight in the moment? Astarion had given himself, and they drank greedily, selfishly even, but not maliciously. Could he say the same for himself?
I did what I had to, he thought. What he'd done to Tav, charming them into bed to gain their approval, was hardly the same as what had been done to him. Manipulative, certainly. But the moment he'd been waiting for had finally come, and he'd seized it.
He looked up through the leaves to the clear night sky above, hoping to drift away from his own thoughts. His muscles felt warm and relaxed from a fulfilling meal, yet his stomach churned uncomfortably. What in the hells is wrong with me? Astarion had slept with thousands of people in the past two centuries, but tonight had been flavored with something unfamiliar. The feeling wriggled just out of reach when he tried to pin it down.
A chilled breeze caused Tav to stir in their sleep. Astarion glanced down, noticing the blanket had fallen from their shoulders. He adjusted it with a light tug, trying to fix it without waking them. He wasn’t ready for whatever they might say. He’d been rendered speechless by their admission before.
Why should it matter to him? He’d heard similar things out of the mouths of perfect strangers, drawn in by his charming facade, confusing lust for love.
Then again, none of them survived the night.
Astarion’s stomach roiled with the realization, feeling like he might be sick. He hadn’t slept with anyone who lived to tell of the encounter in two hundred years. He couldn’t even remember who he’d been with before he turned; only that he hadn’t been inexperienced. Cazador hadn’t needed to train him in the art of seduction.
Astarion’s legs tensed with the very thought of his captor, as if his body was preparing to run at a moment’s notice. His thigh jerked, disrupting Tav from their peaceful sleep. Gods damn it. Not now. Please, not now.
“Wha- Astarion?” came their quiet voice, bleary and confused.
“Yes,” he choked out, staring up at the sky to avoid their gaze. “I’m here.”
“Oh,” Tav muttered, remembering where they were. “Are you all right? You look… pained.”
Astarion closed his eyes, swallowing against the lump in his throat. Tav didn't know about the hell he'd endured. They didn't need to know. “Yes, I’m fine. Just a little… restless, that’s all.”
“Will you lay with me?” they asked, voice soft with concern. “I know you don’t sleep, but…”
“I suppose so,” Astarion said quietly, after a pause. The prospect was so foreign, but sounded almost pleasant. This openness is but a small indiscretion; nothing more. He could work on regaining control of the situation tomorrow. At first light.
He slid down the tree to lay on his back, willing his muscles to loosen up. Tav snuggled into the crook of his arm, resting their head on his shoulder. The warmth of their skin against his was calming, like laying near the campfire.
The exhaustion of the day before seemed to wash over him all at once. He'd been completely satiated, hips weary, stomach comfortably full. He could feel the gentle waves of rest lapping at the edges of his mind, begging him to finally fall into a trance for the night.
“Thank you,” Tav whispered, their breath slow and hot against his bare chest. “Goodnight.”
“Sweet dreams, darling.”
The Take Over, The Break's Over - 8
Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav/OC, cis woman)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Words: 2.3k (chapter 8 of 17)
Setting: A!Astarion's palace
Content: Astarion's POV, forbidden relationship, Marin shows up unannounced, masturbation talk/demonstration, teasing, dirty talk, fingering, PIV sex, doggy style/hittin' it from the back, Astarion's bitey urges make them switch, riding, multiple orgasms, Astarion bites his own arm to stop himself, they talk a little about their past
Warnings: vampire bite described in some detail
This is not the place for anti-A!A discourse. I love both versions of Astarion, and it's okay to have issues with the Ascendant route, but I will block you if you clown on these posts~
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We do it in the dark / With smiles on our faces / We're trapped and well concealed / In secret places
A couple weeks later
“Lord Astarion, you have a visitor at the door,” Evi announced formally, poking her head into the sitting room.
Astarion scowled, looking up from his book over the rim of his reading glasses. “I'm not expecting anyone. Who the hells is it?”
“Marin,” she snickered.
“What in the- Gods damn you, Evi!” Astarion snarled, nearly dropping his book as he jumped to his feet. “That's not funny!”
Marin appeared behind her at the entryway. Evi left with a smirk on her face.
“She thinks she’s terribly clever, baiting me like that. She's meant to be my employee,” Astarion grumbled, before softening up. “My sweet, what are you doing here?”
“Del went out of town for the night, so I hurried through all my chores and caught a carriage straight here,” Marin muttered excitedly, putting her arms around his waist. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you terribly, my dear,” he whispered, one hand in her hair. “It's been too long.”
“It's been sixteen days,” she giggled. “I counted.”
He pulled back from her hug a little, his hands on her shoulders. “My schedule is cleared. What shall we do?”
She kissed him, pulling him by the front of his shirt. Oh, Gods. He felt himself growing stiff right away and pulled back.
“My bedroom, then,” he purred, trying to keep control of himself.
“Yes, please,” she giggled again, her cheeks pink.
He swept her off her feet, surprising her, picking her up under the knees to carry her. She let out a tiny shriek and burst into laughter. He strode quickly out of the sitting room and crossed the main floor to the staircase.
“Are you my fairytale prince?” she asked playfully.
“Darling, you wound me!” he joked as he carried her up the stairs, his voice high and overly dramatic. “Here I thought I was the vampire lord from your dirtiest novel.”
Marin turned bright red and laughed too loud. He finally set her down in his bedroom, breathless from the action.
“Hells, I forgot how much work that would be,” he chuckled. “Perhaps I'm all out of stamina now.”
Instead of responding with a joke, Marin pushed him against the wall and kissed him. Gods above. He could feel himself growing rapidly harder with her hands moving hungrily across his body.
“I missed you so, so much,” she pouted.
“Really? Let me see…” Astarion reached down under her mid-length skirt, snaking up her thigh. She jumped at his cold touch, but didn't pull away. He felt between her legs. Oh… Gods. She was soaked all the way through, to the point his fingers came away wet from even the outside of her underclothes. His cock went hopelessly hard.
“Oh, Marin,” he whispered.
“I want you so badly,” she whined, feeling clumsily for the outline of him through his pants. “I haven't had much privacy since I saw you. I'm desperate.”
He felt his cheeks and ears grow warm. “I wish I could say the same for the cause of my own desperation. It's a little embarrassing, with how much you've been on my mind, and I'm here alone…” he trailed off, feeling his cock pulse against her hand, giving him away. Marin looked up at him, bright pink.
“Really?” she whispered, a big smile on her face. “And how does that look?”
“A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, darling,” Astarion joked, grimacing with embarrassment.
“Well, it's a good thing you aren't a gentleman, then,” she teased, smirking flirtatiously. “Because I want to know about the fun you had without me.”
“Gods, you don't really, do you?” he replied, searching her eyes for signs of a joke.
“I'll let you touch me if you show me how you touch yourself,” she giggled. His head swirled at the thought of touching her again.
“Deal,” he whispered. “Now, off with your clothes and under the covers with you.”
Both of them quickly got down to their underclothes and slipped under the blankets.
“I wait until I know I'm alone and sure to be undisturbed,” he whispered. “And then I, uh…” He mimed a jerking motion.
“No fair! You're not getting off that easy,” Marin teased. They both snickered at the double entendre. “You have to show me or you're not getting any prizes, you swindler.”
Astarion closed his eyes and groaned, his stomach muscles tense. “All right, I'll show you, but you owe me. You'd better hold up your end of the deal.”
Marin nodded eagerly. He pulled his cock out, sliding his underclothes off, and rolled onto his side, facing the edge of the bed. He opened a drawer on his side table, pulling out a bottle of oil and getting some into his hand. Her big eyes watched his every move.
He rolled back towards her and put his oiled hand down under the covers. She tented them with her hand so she could watch him. He worked the oil down the length of himself and groaned a little. He jerked himself for a few seconds and then stopped, looking expectantly into her eyes, his cock still in his hand.
“You can touch me, but don't stop touching yourself,” she whispered. He groaned but turned onto his back to free up his pinned arm. She wiggled out of her own undergarments and positioned herself within his reach.
“And what do you do then?” she asked, gasping as he put his hand on her cunt. “If I'm not here.”
“I think of you. Of this,” he whispered, pushing his fingers inside of her. She inhaled as he felt around, finding the right spot.
“What part of this?” She watched with interest as his hand moved smoothly up and down his cock.
“Every part. The way you kiss me, the way you grab at me, the way you pull my clothes off…” She shifted herself up onto her knees, sinking all the way down onto his fingers with a tiny moan. He beckoned towards himself, looking up at her. “I think of how dripping wet you are for me, and the way you beg me to touch you.”
Instead of responding with more questions, Marin moaned and rolled her pelvis. She rubbed herself on his palm, looking down at him with lidded eyes.
“I think about the way you sound, darling,” he huffed, getting carried away watching her. He was trying to touch himself slowly for her sake, rather than desperately seeking a release like when he was truly alone.
“Yeah?” she moaned, her voice raising a bit higher. She pulled the blankets back to watch him stroking himself. She kept rubbing against his palm while he worked his fingers inside.
“And I think of how amazing it feels when you- touch me,” he muttered between his own moans. Marin's mouth fell open, her noises spilling out. “And when you have my cock- in your mouth.”
“Ohhh, Astarion,” she whined, rocking faster against his hand. Gods, she is so beautiful.
“And the perfect way you- the way you feel when I’m inside,” he groaned, slowing down further on himself. “How good you feel when you're all around me. Your beautiful face when you're mad with lust, and when you- hah- float away as you come…”
Marin cried out louder and fucked his hand harder. Her hip movements were spotty and stiff, and her eyes widened, focusing on his. She must be close. He took his hand off of himself and instead grabbed at her breast from his place below her.
“Ast- arion, I'm- going to come-” she whimpered in broken sounds.
“Yes, darling, please,” he purred. She cried out loudly, slamming her eyes shut.
“As- Asta-” she moaned, trying to make out his long name through her ecstasy. He felt her pulsing around his fingers. Thank the Gods. He could hardly bear the wait.
“You're so lovely, my dear,” he admired, keeping his fingers still as she came down from her high. “Do you want my cock?” She nodded, her eyes halfway open. He sat up and positioned himself behind her.
“Is this all right, my love?” he asked. She nodded again. He gently pushed her forward onto her elbows and knees. He looked down at her cunt as he prepared himself, lining up carefully. He felt his tension melt into bliss as she surrounded him.
“Oh, Gods, Marin,” he groaned with relief. “You are so slick, darling. You're perfect.”
He used one hand to pull her pelvis as close to his as he possibly could, eliciting a moan. He put the other on the bed to prop himself up above her. He curled down close to her body like they were animals, fucking her from behind, their sounds and bodies mingling. Her heartbeat was pounding in his ears, and he longed to bite her tender neck, to taste her again for the first time in forever. His vampiric pains were gone since his ascension, but he still felt the urge to bite. I can't, he thought. Not her. Not yet. I have to restrain myself.
“I wish I could taste you, my love,” he panted. “You smell… so lovely.”
She moaned as if the thought was invigorating for her. He felt his self-control starting to slip as he got more and more overwhelmed by the stimulation. Oh, shit. He stopped moving, making her whimper at the loss.
“I can't stay like this, Marin,” he whispered breathlessly in her ear. “I want to bite you so damned bad. Get on top of me and keep away from my mouth, all right?”
He used his remaining willpower to pull away from her and lay down. She clumsily positioned herself over him, lined up his cock, and sank down all the way to his hips. His eyes were fixed on her hands where they lay, flat on his chest.
“I'm sorry, my love,” he whimpered. “It's so hard to control myself right now. Your wrists.”
She pulled her hands away in a hurry, placing them behind her on his thighs, all of her extremities out of his fangs’ reach.
“Is this all right?” she whined, her voice high and desperate.
“You're perfect,” he huffed, putting his hands on her knees. “Fuck me just like this.”
She rocked against his pelvis and moaned loudly. He felt the pleasure in his belly building, pushing him closer to the edge.
“Are you close, my love?” he panted, holding back. She nodded, her eyes wide. He thrusted up into her, hard, bouncing her on his hips.
“Astarion!” she cried out, and he felt her pulse around his cock. He thrusted as deep as he could, desperately seeking his own relief.
Marin looked a little woozy as she came back down from her peak, and one of his thrusts sent her top half tumbling down towards him. She caught herself on his chest with her hands, her beautiful pale wrists landing in front of his face again, right as he reached the point of no return. Oh no, Marin, oh no, ohnonono-
“Shit- unh-” Astarion threw his own arm across his face and bit down, deep into his own bicep. He felt the tang of blood in his mouth, his arm burning with the strength of his hardest bite, and the pleasure in his core slipping out of his control. He cried into his upper arm, latched on tight, as he rolled his hips into her and came, hard. His muffled sounds were loud and visceral.
He unlatched his jaw, his arm falling away from his face and his chest heaving. What in the sweet hells was that? He usually had little trouble controlling his fangs, and the urge was rarely that strong to begin with. Not anymore.
“Astarion? Are you all right?”
He opened his eyes to Marin, sitting motionless on his lap, shining with sweat. The look in her eyes was almost afraid. Of me? Shit. I must have looked like a monster.
“Yes, I'm all right now,” he managed between breaths. She seemed to calm down, hearing his voice again. “I'm sorry if I frightened you, my love. I don't know what came over me. I was so afraid of leaving a mark on you, after what you said. And I never want to bite you as hard as I’m able to.”
“It’s all right,” she reassured him, climbing down from his lap. “I'm sorry for the trouble.”
“I'm the one with the urge to bite people, my dear,” he chuckled, trying to comfort her. “You’re no trouble at all.”
“I miss it too,” she muttered, almost to herself. Astarion stared at her in surprise.
“Oh, um,” she stumbled. “Being bitten, I mean. I liked it when you fed on me back then. You were always tipsy afterwards, and grateful, and… aroused, if you weren't already.”
“Yes, it's an… intimate act,” he managed, embarrassed at his past self. “I always assumed you were just going along with it, because of how badly I needed it back then, when I was so hungry.”
“Of course not,” she responded with a gentle smile, laying next to him in the crook of his unbitten arm. “And besides, it's like making a meal for someone. It's nice to feel needed.”
“I suppose so,” Astarion mused, staring up at the canopy. “I still do, you know. Need you. I’d forgotten how badly.”
“Me too,” Marin said quietly. He turned to look at her.
“I’m not quite sure why,” he admitted. “I don’t know what I can really provide for you, Marin. Besides money, I suppose.”
“You make me feel safe,” she whispered. “Like I could tell you anything. Like you can see the person inside, and you want me anyway.”
Astarion’s heart jumped into his throat. Gods, how I want you.
The Take Over, The Break's Over - 13
Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav/OC, cis woman)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Words: 600 (chapter 13 of 17)
Setting: A!Astarion's palace
Content: Astarion's POV, Astarion's PTSD is really bad after last chapter, Marin comforts him, they talk about the ritual and other stuff from the past
Warnings: PTSD symptoms and mentions of ab*se (Astarion's past) and violence
This is not the place for anti-A!A discourse. I love both versions of Astarion, and it's okay to have issues with the Ascendant route, but I will block you if you clown on these posts~
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Astarion laid his head back on the edge of the tub, letting the warm water calm his senses and quiet his mind. The water was a pale, transparent pink from the dissolving blood. He stared blankly at the tiled wall where it met the ceiling.
“May I come in?” Marin’s muffled voice asked from the other side of the door.
He nodded faintly, before remembering she couldn’t see him. “Yes,” he mumbled, his voice low.
He flicked his eyes to her form as she entered the room, wearing one of Astarion’s robes, shutting the door behind her. Her hair was wet from the bath. She perched on the edge of the tub, watching him.
“My silver star,” she fawned, trying to soothe him. “I’m so glad you’re not injured.”
He stared straight ahead, numb.
“I attacked him. He was unarmed.”
“But so much can go wrong in a fight,” she responded. “We both know that. And I’m glad you’re all right.”
“Am I?” he muttered, almost to himself. “I feel so very… hollow.”
“Please, Astarion,” she whined. “Come back to me, my love.”
He turned his head, taking in her gentle face, full of sympathy and concern. For me. Those oceanic eyes. Marin.
“I’m a killer,” he said flatly, reciting from memory. “A monster.”
Her eyebrows furrowed hearing that.
“That’s not how I see you,” she responded, her voice soft. “No matter what was done to you, or what you were made to do.”
“I was enjoying his pain, Marin,” he muttered. “Of my own volition. Just like I enjoyed Cazador’s. I’m a terrible, evil man. I’m a monster. I don’t deserve to be loved.”
“But you feel my pain, don’t you?” she countered. “You’d do everything under the sun to make it better. You’ve said so a thousand times.”
He nodded, meeting her eyes.
“Then you’re not a monster,” she went on. “You’re not him, Astarion. Cazador was a monster. He deserved to die, and it was the only way out. I will never blame you for killing him, my love.”
“But all those other people… They’re dead because of me. Suffering in Avernus, instead of me.”
“And Cazador would never have felt guilty, if he’d gone through with the ritual,” she replied. “He would have killed them all, extinguished my precious star, and never worried about it for as long as he lived. You’re not him.”
He submerged his head, thinking as he worked the dried blood off of his face and hair. He re-emerged to her still staring at him with concern.
“You missed some,” she remarked, reaching for a cloth. “Here.”
She wetted the cloth and rubbed his sensitive elf ear; behind his earlobe, and inside the conch, close to the opening. He relaxed his eyelids and subconsciously tipped his head towards the side she was touching. His inner ear felt pleasantly fuzzy with the stimulation. He regained his senses as she moved her hand away.
“Why are you so kind to me, Marin?”
“You’ve been kind to me,” she responded without hesitation. “And besides, you deserve it, even if you don’t believe you do.”
He stared quietly up into her blue-green eyes, feeling like she was sucking the poison out and replenishing him, as she often had, years ago. She gave him a gentle smile, holding his gaze.
“I think I’m clean enough,” he muttered finally. “I want to rest.”
“Me too,” she admitted. “I’m exhausted.”
He put his hand on hers as she turned to get up from the edge of the tub.
“Thank you,” he whispered. “For caring.”
“Always, my love.”
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