Part 3 So Far Of This WIP, Will Post Properly Soon
Part 3 so far of this WIP, will post properly soon
Ascended Astarion x Tav (Marin, female) Rating: E Content: Astarion gets a letter after Marin leaves, has one hand-delivered in return (for secrecy), Marin's husband being nasty to her, she comes to visit again and they bang, Astarion gets some bitey urges Warnings: Mentions and brief description of emotional ab*se towards Marin, vampire bite
“My lord,” came Evi’s muffled voice from beyond his study door. “The evening post has arrived.”
Astarion rose from his desk immediately. There wasn't much point in hoping, but he did, every time. He opened the door and took the envelopes from her hands.
“Thank you,” he muttered absent-mindedly, thumbing through them right in front of her. Is that-
“You're welcome,” Evi responded with a knowing smile, excusing herself. One was addressed in Marin’s handwriting, Ld. Astarion Ancunín, with a return address reading only M. He took it to his desk and cut it open immediately, his heart racing, careful not to slice through her handwriting on the envelope.
Dearest Astarion,
The days have been so dull since we parted. Del has been watching me more carefully than usual since his return, and I’ve been busy with my housework. I don't think he suspects me of our visit, but I have been more absentminded than usual, which may have set him on edge. I've been trying to keep up with my duties around the house, so as not to alert him to any changes. However, I think of our time together ceaselessly.
I long to join you again. Even returning to the bustle of Baldur's Gate felt magical compared to this town, and reminded me of our adventuring days. Del won't tell me the next time he goes out of town until a few days in advance, so I'm unsure how long it will be until I can get away again. I wish we could be together already, but we will have to wait for the next opportunity, my silver star.
My garden is thriving as the weather warms, which is cheering me up. I planted a few beets early this spring, and I think of you when tending to the sprouts. (because of the red juice)
I will write again as soon as I can. I have to be careful with this letter and will place it in the public postbox myself. In the meantime, I hope you are thinking of me the way I think of you. Our night together was far more special to me than a merely physical affair.
All my love,
Marin
Below the writing, there was a tiny doodle of a vampire (is it me?) looking at a beet.
Astarion leaned back as he finished reading, slumping down in his seat, his chest aching. She is so sweet. He almost felt guilty for being aroused at the conjured memories of her in his bed, but he knew it wasn’t a reflection of his heart. She is so much more to me.
~~~~~
“Evi, would you mind taking a day trip for me tomorrow?” Astarion simpered into the kitchen where she was sweeping up.
“Of course, my lord.” she replied. “What sort of errand might it be?”
“It's beyond the Gate. A couple of hours by carriage,” he explained. “I have a letter to be hand-delivered. It's a bit of a… delicate task, so to speak.”
Evi grinned at those words, pretending to busy herself with sweeping. “And who might be the recipient?”
“Marin,” he admitted, feeling his heart flutter as he said it aloud.
“And the postal service won't run it for you, hm?” she replied, smiling to herself.
“Cheeky,” he grumbled. “She's married.”
“Married?”
“Yes, all right?” he snapped, a bit annoyed at her for prying into his life. “I can't take the chance it will fall into the hands of her husband. That's why the post office won't do. You’re a woman, so you won’t raise suspicion if you’re seen speaking to her. I need you to deliver it personally.”
She avoided his sharp gaze, a small blush across her tanned cheeks. “Of course, my lord.”
“Thank you,” he growled. “She should be at home during the daytime. I'd like you to wait out of sight until the afternoon, when the husband leaves for work. I'm not sure what hour he leaves the house, mind you - only that he works in a tavern. Bring something to keep busy while you wait.”
“Understood, my lord.”
“I’ll provide you with some extra gold for your discretion,” he impressed upon her, speaking carefully. “I'm paying you more than usual to take most of the day off, Evi. It needs to be done exactly right. This is a matter of her safety.”
She stopped pretending to work and met his eyes, looking sincere. “There’s no need to worry, Lord Astarion. I won't let you down.”
~~~~~
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, dear.”
“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.
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 for 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.
~~~~~
“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 giggled.
“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,” 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 it?” 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- oh- 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 were invigorating for her. He felt his self-control starting to slip as he got more and more overwhelmed by the sensation. 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, 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 you would,” 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.
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The Take Over, The Break's Over - 11
Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav/OC, cis woman)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Words: 1k (chapter 11 of 17)
Setting: A!Astarion's palace
Content: Marin's POV, Astarion & Marin arrive home, he's worried about her, Marin talks to housekeeper about Astarion and hears how he was when they broke up, they have a date at home together
Warnings: brief talk of leaving an ab*sive relationship; conversation about sex work (housekeeper's and allusions to Astarion's)
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, my sweet,” came Astarion’s gentle voice from above. She felt his thin, chilled fingers against her cheek. “We’re home.”
She opened her eyes to see him smiling down at her on his lap. The golden sunshine of the early evening lit his eyes from the side, making them glow red-orange.
“Let’s go inside, hm?” he prompted.
She nodded, fighting through her drowsiness as he helped her sit up against his shoulder. Her belongings were gone.
“What about my things?” she asked, blinking away sleep.
“Reardon carried them in for us, darling,” he assured her. “I didn't want to disturb you, so I let you stay on my lap for a little while longer. You looked so peaceful.”
“Oh,” she mumbled. “You're sweet.”
“I'm so very glad to have you here, my love,” he whispered, kissing her forehead before rising to help her out of the carriage.
“Perhaps we'll eat on the terrace,” he remarked, offering his arm to walk with him. “The sunshine is lovely this evening.”
The front door was left open for them. Astarion led her down the hall towards a savory smell.
“Good evening,” he greeted Evi as they entered the kitchen.
“Welcome home, my lord! And you've brought Lady Marin.” Evi smiled kindly at her.
“Yes,” he replied, admiring Marin. “Would you mind keeping her company? I'll only be a few minutes.”
“Of course,” Evi responded graciously as Astarion left the room. “You look like you've had a long day, dear. Why don't you make yourself comfortable?”
She obliged, sinking into a kitchen chair. Evi turned her back to cut some bread on the counter. He doesn’t want to leave me alone after today.
“It’s so fortunate to have you here,” she continued. “If there's anything I can do to make you more comfortable, please tell me, my lady.”
“Thank you. It means a lot.”
“Of course,” Evi responded. “I've seen how nasty men can be in my old profession. I'm glad you're safe, here, with us.”
Marin felt a blush spreading across her face. How much did Astarion tell her?
“Working here has been more pleasant,” she went on. “Lord Astarion has been very kind to me. He’s a respectful man.”
“What was he like?” she asked, trying to hide her interest, despite her warm face.
“Back then? Well, I shouldn't say too much,” she replied, lowering her voice before continuing. “He was never my client; don’t worry, dear. He was an occasional guest that the men and women fought over, since he was rich, and charming. He used to stay for a drink and talk with us, as if he wanted the company more than anything else we offered. That’s how I learned he was looking for a housekeeper, and I was tired of my trade after so many years. He was such a gloomy man back then, haunted by something. Despite his best efforts to cover for it.”
“That was… after we broke up,” she managed, her throat tight.
“Was it, dear?” Evi turned to face her again, looking shocked. “I could tell you were special to him right away. He isn't normally so accommodating. No one stayed overnight here in the past, even his dates. I’ve not seen him so excited about anyone. But he never told me you were the one from all that time ago.”
“He told you about our relationship?” she choked out.
“Never a word about it, and I never wanted to ask,” she replied, keeping her voice low. “He’s a private person, of course. But I know a broken heart when I see one. Reading people was part of my work, you know?”
Marin nodded, her face burning.
“He likes to keep some distance from his staff, so I shouldn’t intrude,” Evi went on quietly, turning back to the counter. “I know he’s got a soft heart under all that pride, though. Not a lot of noblemen are kind to brothel girls. Or servants, for that matter.”
“Thank you for telling me, Evi,” Marin responded earnestly.
“Of course, my lady.”
They heard a door open, and Astarion’s quiet footsteps approaching the kitchen. He popped in with a flourish.
“The terrace, my lady?” he purred, offering Marin his hand. She giggled and took it. “Evi, would you mind bringing it out?”
Without another word, he swept Marin out of the kitchen and down the hall. They stepped outdoors onto a brick patio surrounded by planters. On a table, there were three glasses: two with wine, and one with little flowers he’d picked.
“Is this where you went?” she asked, a smile spreading across her face.
“Yes,” he responded with a chuckle. “I thought it would be sweet. Perhaps it’s silly.”
“It's not silly,” Marin assured him. “I love it.”
Astarion tried to suppress his own smile as he led her to the table and took a seat across from her. Evi appeared with food and silverware for them before excusing herself. It was soup with a variety of vegetables, and some fresh bread. Marin started to eat right away, realizing how hungry she was.
“I know today was… difficult,” Astarion said carefully. “I want you to know that I don’t have any expectations, all right? You don’t even have to sleep in my bed, if you don’t want to. There are plenty of spare rooms. I don’t want you to feel rushed, or guilty. Not with me.”
“I feel… numb,” Marin admitted. “I’m unsure how to feel. But not about you, Astarion.”
His eyebrows went up with surprise, his eyes remaining soft.
“I just want you to feel safe,” he pressed. “Like you did for me, back then. I can’t repay the debt I owe to you, but… I need to try.”
“I do feel safe here,” she replied honestly. “I always feel safe with you.”
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The Take Over, The Break's Over - 2
Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav/OC, cis woman)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Words: 1.2k (chapter 2 of 17)
Setting: A!Astarion's palace
Content: Marin's POV, ex-lovers reunited, forbidden relationship, romantic confession, aftercare, non-sexual nudity/intimacy, angst, regret, jealousy, crying, comfort, fluff, soft Astarion
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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“The bath’s ready,” Astarion announced, poking his head around the bedroom door. Marin was already asleep on the edge of the bed, though he'd only been gone a few minutes. “Oh, darling. You must be exhausted. Poor thing.”
“Huh? Oh, sorry,” she mumbled, realizing she'd been asleep. She blinked a few times, clearing the blurriness from her eyes. It had been a terribly long day.
“Don't be. Let's get cleaned up, and you can rest all you want afterwards, hm?” Astarion said softly, extending a hand to help her rise.
The bath was exquisite - a huge wooden tub, filled with warm, delicately scented water and flower petals floating on the top.
“Now, there's room for the both of us in here, but I can wash up elsewhere if you'd like your privacy. Your decision,” Astarion offered.
“Stay,” Marin responded. “I think I'd fall asleep in there, to be honest.”
Astarion chuckled. “As you wish, my dear.”
He helped her lift her dress up over her head, and then took off the tight pants he'd been wearing. He took both piles of clothes, including their undergarments, and placed them in the hall.
“What are you doing?” Marin blurted out.
“Leaving them for my housekeeper. I let her know we'd need yours cleaned for tomorrow.”
“Including my underclothes? Oh, gods, with the mess we made… how mortifying.” She felt a blush spreading down to her bare shoulders.
“I met Evi when she worked in a brothel,” Astarion said with a smirk. “She gets far better wages to clean that sort of mess now. Don't be embarrassed.”
Marin’s face was burning at the thought, but she slipped her leg into the bath without argument.
“Ohhh, it's perfect,” she sighed, climbing in and submerging herself to the chin. Astarion followed suit, sinking down next to her facing the same direction.
“Mmm, yes, it is,” he agreed. They sat together in silence for a while.
“I could take a bath like this every single night,” Marin said absentmindedly.
“You could, if you wanted to,” Astarion responded earnestly. “You can stay here anytime.”
She wasn't sure what to say to that. She kept her eyes closed, completely flushed, turning his words over in her mind: I love you. Was that just one of his charming lines? Does he say that a lot?
“Did you fall asleep?” he asked, pulling her back into the moment. Her eyes sprang open.
“Hm? Uh, maybe.”
“You poor, sweet thing,” Astarion sympathized, his voice like honey. How do I ask him about that? Is there a tactful way to broach the subject?
“Did you mean it?” she blurted out. So much for tact, Marin.
“Hm?”
“When you… uh, never mind,” she muttered. He straightened up a bit, stiffening his posture as he guessed her intentions.
“You mean when we were having sex?”
Leave it to Astarion to find the most uncomfortable way to hold a mirror to your own face. Is he embarrassed too? It's so hard to tell.
“Yeah.”
He sighed, pondering it for a moment before he spoke again. “Well, I suppose I meant it at the time.”
“What does that even mean?” Marin asked, a bit too harshly.
“It was the heat of the moment, darling. A force of habit,” he admitted. Her stomach dropped.
“Yeah, I'll bet you say that to everyone who lets you put your cock in them,” she replied bitterly.
“To everyone? Certainly not, dear,” he snapped, a bit of offense in his voice.
“Then why'd you say it was a habit?”
“From when I was with you, back then,” he clarified. “I used to tell you that all the time. The body remembers things like that.”
She looked away, ashamed for having been so short with him. What in the hells was that? Am I jealous? Of Astarion?
“Are you all right, Marin?” he asked, softly. “You're not upset with me for having sex with other people, surely. Was I meant to remain celibate in your absence?”
She felt tears welling up. She didn't speak, trying to push them back down before he noticed.
“Marin?”
“I'm jealous, okay?” she blurted out. “It's stupid, and it doesn't make any sense, but I am.”
“It's not stupid,” he responded. “Another man gets to hear you say ‘I love you’ while he beds you, year after year. While I'm here in this empty place, alone. Sensible or not, I know how it feels.”
“You're not here alone,” she replied, her words coming out grumpier than intended. “That's ridiculous. I'm sure you've fucked all manner of noblemen, and their wives too.”
“I didn't say my bed was cold, darling,” he sniped. “And besides, that's hardly the same. They were just sex. Distractions, as you mentioned earlier. Elves fall in love once or twice in a long lifetime, or have you forgotten?”
It was no use trying to hold the tears back anymore. They came streaming down her face, stinging her red cheeks and dripping into the bathwater. He put a hand on the side of her face, turning her head towards him, his fingers finally warm.
“What are you crying for? I didn't…” he trailed off. “I was too harsh. I'm sorry, my sweet.”
“No, that's not-” she sobbed, trying to catch her breath. “I haven't felt- I don't- I'm s-sorry-” The thoughts she tried to hold together kept slipping through her fingers.
Astarion pulled her close, bare chest pressed against hers, his wet curls touching the side of her face.
“You're not to blame for my loneliness, dear,” he consoled her, petting her hair. “I was the one who pushed you away by acting like a bastard, and I've been reckoning with that for a long time now. It's nothing new for me.”
“Well, who's to blame for my loneliness, then?” she blubbered.
“Your cheating husband. Your selfish vampire. Take your pick.”
“He's not a bad guy. And neither are you. There must be something wrong with me,” she lamented. He pulled back and held her shoulders, taking a better look at her.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Marin. Let's get you to bed, okay? You'll feel better.”
She nodded, her tears slowing. He stood and got out of the bath, drying himself with a towel before helping her up. He gave her the towel to wrap around herself while they crossed the hall. Her body felt so heavy and cumbersome.
They stepped out of the steamy bathroom, the dirty clothes now missing from the hall. He kept his arm around her shoulders, guiding her back to his bedroom.
Marin sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling woozy, while Astarion hunted through the wardrobe. He returned to her with a nightshirt and some of his underclothes.
“Wear these for tonight,” he said softly. He pulled down the bedding while she dressed, making a comfortable space for her to lay down. She obliged, curling up on her side. She felt him crawl into bed behind her, pulling her into the crook of his body.
“You don't sleep,” she mumbled.
“I'll stay with you anyway,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll be here when you wake, all right?”
She nodded as she drifted off.
“Now rest, 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.
Second piece of this work in progress, I will post these properly soon but here it is for now~
Trying really hard to keep the heavy parts separate from the smut for less emotional whiplash but that's just kind of the Astarion-lover's experience innit. This one's a doozy on both fronts
Ascended Astarion x Tav (Marin, female) Rating: E Words: ~4600 (unfinished short fic) Setting: Baldur's Gate, post-plot of BG3 Content: Marin stays the night with Astarion, they talk about her shitty marriage and Asti realizes she's describing something ab*sive and he wants to help, then another sex scene Warnings: discussions of emotional ab*se both have suffered, PTSD symptoms, please take care
“The bath’s ready,” Astarion announced, poking his head around the bedroom door. Marin was already asleep on the edge of the bed, though he'd only been gone a few minutes. “Oh, darling. You must be exhausted. Poor thing.”
“Huh? Oh, sorry,” she mumbled, realizing she'd been asleep. She blinked a few times, clearing the blurriness from her eyes. It had been a terribly long day.
“Don't be. Let's get cleaned up, and you can rest all you want afterwards, hm?” Astarion said softly, extending a hand to help her rise.
The bath was exquisite - a huge wooden tub, filled with warm, delicately scented water and flower petals floating on the top.
“Now, there's room for the both of us in here, but I can wash up elsewhere if you'd like your privacy. Your decision,” Astarion offered.
“Stay,” Marin responded. “I think I'd fall asleep in there, to be honest.”
Astarion chuckled. “As you wish, my dear.”
He helped her lift her dress up over her head, and then took off the tight pants he'd been wearing. He took both piles of clothes, including their undergarments, and placed them in the hall.
“What are you doing?” Marin blurted out.
“Leaving them for my servants. I let them know we'd need yours cleaned for tomorrow.”
“Including my underclothes? Oh, gods, with the mess we made… how mortifying.” She felt a blush spreading down to her bare shoulders.
“I met Evi in a cheap brothel,” Astarion said with a smirk. “She gets far better wages to clean that sort of mess now. Don't be embarrassed.”
Marin’s face was burning at the thought, but she slipped her leg into the bath without argument.
“Ohhh, it's perfect,” she sighed, climbing in and submerging herself to the chin. Astarion followed suit, sinking down next to her facing the same direction.
“Mmm, yes, it is,” he agreed. They sat together in silence for a while.
“I could take a bath like this every single night,” Marin said absentmindedly.
“You could, if you wanted to,” Astarion responded earnestly. “You can stay here anytime.”
She wasn't sure what to say to that. She kept her eyes closed, completely flushed, turning his words over in her mind: I love you. Was that just one of his charming lines? Does he say that a lot?
“Did you fall asleep?” he asked, pulling her back into the moment. Her eyes sprang open.
“Hm? Uh, maybe.”
“You poor, sweet thing,” Astarion sympathized, his voice like honey. How do I ask him about that? Is there a tactful way to broach the subject?
“Did you mean it?” she blurted out. So much for tact, Marin.
“Hm?”
“When you… uh, never mind,” she muttered. He straightened up a bit, stiffening his posture as he guessed her intentions.
“You mean when we were having sex?” Leave it to him to find the most uncomfortable way to hold a mirror to your own face. Is he embarrassed too? It was hard to tell.
“Yeah.”
He sighed, pondering it for a moment before he spoke again. “Well, I suppose I meant it at the time.”
“What does that even mean?” Marin asked, a bit too harshly.
“It was the heat of the moment, darling. A force of habit,” he admitted. Her stomach dropped.
“Yeah, I'll bet you say that to everyone who lets you put your cock in them,” she replied bitterly.
“To everyone? Certainly not, dear,” he snapped, a bit of offense in his voice.
“Then why'd you say it was a habit?”
“From when I was with you, back then,” he clarified. “I used to tell you that all the time. The body remembers things like that.”
She looked away, ashamed for having been so short with him. What in the hells was that? Am I jealous? Of Astarion?
“Are you all right, Marin?” he asked, softly. “You're not upset with me for having sex with other people, surely. Was I meant to remain celibate in your absence?”
She felt tears welling up. She didn't speak, trying to push them back down before he noticed.
“Marin?”
“I'm jealous, okay?” she blurted out. “It's stupid, and it doesn't make any sense, but I am.”
“It's not stupid,” he responded. “Another man gets to hear you say ‘I love you’ while he beds you, year after year. While I'm here in this empty place, alone. Sensible or not, I know how it feels.”
“You're not here alone,” she replied, her words coming out grumpier than intended. “That's ridiculous. I'm sure you've fucked all manner of noblemen, and their wives too.”
“I didn't say my bed was cold, darling,” he sniped. “And besides, that's hardly the same. They were just sex. Distractions, as you mentioned earlier. Elves fall in love once or twice in a long lifetime, or have you forgotten?”
It was no use trying to hold the tears back anymore. They came streaming down her face, stinging her red cheeks and dripping into the bathwater. He put a hand on the side of her face, turning her head towards him, his fingers finally warm.
“What are you crying for? I didn't…” he trailed off. “I was too harsh. I'm sorry, my sweet.”
“No, that's not-” she sobbed, trying to catch her breath. “I haven't felt- I don't- I'm s-sorry-” The thoughts she tried to hold together kept slipping through her fingers.
Astarion pulled her close, bare chest pressed against hers, his wet curls touching the side of her face.
“You're not to blame for my loneliness, dear,” he consoled her, petting her hair. “I was the one who pushed you away by acting like a bastard, and I've been reckoning with that for a long time now. It's nothing new for me.”
“Well, who's to blame for my loneliness, then?” she blubbered.
“Your cheating husband. Your selfish vampire. Take your pick.”
“He's not a bad guy. And neither are you. There must be something wrong with me,” she lamented. He pulled back and held her shoulders, taking a better look at her.
“There’s nothing wrong with you, Marin. Let's get you to bed, okay? You'll feel better.”
She nodded, her tears slowing. He stood and got out of the bath, drying himself with a towel before helping her up. He gave her the towel to wrap around herself while they crossed the hall. Her body felt so heavy and cumbersome.
They stepped out of the steamy bathroom, the dirty clothes now missing from the hall. He kept his arm around her shoulders, guiding her back to his bedroom.
Marin sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling woozy, while Astarion hunted through the wardrobe. He returned to her with a nightshirt and some of his underclothes.
“Wear these for tonight,” he said softly. He pulled down the bedding while she dressed, making a comfortable space for her to lay down. She obliged, curling up on her side. She felt him crawl into bed behind her, pulling her into the crook of his body.
“You don't sleep,” she mumbled.
“I'll stay with you anyway,” he whispered in her ear. “I’ll be here when you wake, all right?”
She nodded as she drifted off.
“Now rest, darling.”
~~~~~
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.”
~~~~~
“I haven’t had a breakfast like that in a long time,” Marin chirped as she went up the stairs. The morning sun was bright now, shining in through the huge windows at the front of the house. Her red hair gleamed like raw gold in the sunlight. Gods, she’s beautiful.
“I’m glad I could treat you to it,” Astarion purred. “My servants do all the hard work, of course. I just slink between my bedroom and my study most days.”
He swatted at her butt as they reached the landing, eliciting a lighthearted protest from her.
“It’s a nice view,” he chuckled.
Marin led the way into his room, bouncing a little as she walked, acting comfortable in his home. His heart ached to share it with her for more than one night.
“So, darling. What’s next?” he prompted.
Without another word, Marin pulled him close and kissed him. His heart fluttered with excitement as she snaked her hands under his robe, grabbing at his bare chest.
“I couldn’t stop looking at your skin peeking through the top of your robe,” she whispered. “You’re so handsome.”
“And I couldn’t stop thinking about how you’re wearing nothing but my bed clothes under your robe,” he responded with a grin. She giggled, her cheeks pink.
“You were incredible last night,” she fawned.
“Why, thank you,” he replied, feeling his cock harden at the memory. “You were so very… exciting. I was rather embarrassed I couldn't go on for longer. I had hoped you enjoyed yourself enough to make up for that.”
“I haven't gotten off like that in forever,” she said earnestly, still blushing. “I'd forgotten how much I missed those skilled hands of yours.”
“These?” he purred, reaching around for her ass, causing her to jump.
“Ooh! Yes, those,” she giggled. He ran his hands over her, reaching down to where her thighs began, rubbing gently. She shuddered from the stimulation, and Astarion felt himself stiffen completely from the feel of her. He was slightly frustrated at his inability to keep his controlled demeanor with her. But perhaps it was a good thing that she made him feel differently than everyone else. Gods, I haven't lost control of myself like that since… well, since I last laid with her.
“I can feel you,” Marin remarked. She started to grind against his cock, making him pulse from the excitement.
“Well, you… have a way of unraveling me,” he admitted, inhaling deeply. She reached her hand down, beneath his robe and his underclothes, and took his cock in her soft hand. So warm.
“Is this all right?” she whispered.
“Yes,” he managed, his heart pounding. Her hand moved up and down the length of him, eliciting a groan. He shrugged off his robe, the silky material falling to the floor with a rustle.
“What do you want, Astarion?” Your hands, your mouth. Everything.
“You,” he replied. She giggled, her pink blush reappearing.
“Silly boy,” she teased. Nobody ever talks to me the way she does. “I meant, whatever shall I do with you?”
“Whatever you’d like, I suppose,” he muttered. “I'm yours.”
“Good boy,” she whispered. His cock pulsed in her hand as she praised him. “Oh, did you like that?”
He nodded, looking into her eyes. She pulled her hand away to wiggle out of her robe. He took the opportunity to grab the hem of her nightshirt, and she let him pull it up over her head. Her bare, freckled chest looked so lovely in the morning light.
“I thought I could have my fun with you, first,” she pouted as he worked his borrowed underclothes down over her hips.
“You can,” he insisted. “I wanted to see your beautiful body, darling.”
Marin’s cheeks and ears went red at his compliment.
“Then let’s dress you for the occasion as well,” she giggled, tugging at his waistband. He let her slide his underclothes off, his cock springing free. “Now, let’s get comfortable.”
She took his hand and pulled him to the bed. He sat on the edge, looking up at her.
“Good boy,” she repeated, eliciting a tiny gasp. Marin moved to her knees, taking his cock in her hand again. She licked the underside, making him shudder. She looked up at him with those enormous blue-green eyes, watching his reaction as she licked her lips and put them around the tip of his cock. He swallowed a moan and propped himself up with his arms straight behind him. Gods, I love her so much.
He bit his lip, trying to keep himself grounded. Don’t say anything stupid this time, he thought. He could feel his control slipping away as she sucked him off.
“You feel- d-divine,” he stuttered, trying to regain his eloquence. It wasn’t working. He could feel her tongue lapping, slightly stiff against the sensitive underside of his cock. He shuddered, a moan escaping his throat. He began to thrust towards her, restraining his movements to keep her comfortable.
She moaned a little with him in her mouth, driving him wild.
“Oh-h, Marin, you’re per- perfect,” he whined. “You make me want to-” Oh, shit. He felt his hips stiffening up, desperate to fuck her mouth harder. Tension was building in his belly. He tapped her shoulder, and she looked up at him with lidded eyes. Fuck, fuck.
“H-hand,” he managed. “Your hand, darling, I’m-”
She pulled her mouth off of him, leaving his cock slippery. She straightened up, leaning closer, and started jerking him off in front of her breasts, bouncing as she worked. He let his hips loose, his eyes fixed on her jiggling chest, thrusting as hard as he’d wanted to before. He rolled his hips, fucking into her hand, feeling her tits bump against the tip of his cock. He came suddenly, surprising even himself, like tumbling over a cliff. He watched as the valley between her breasts became covered in his fluid, letting himself finish before flopping back onto the bed. His arms felt like jelly.
“Holy hells, Astarion, that was a lot,” Marin panted. Fuck.
“I’m sorry,” he managed, breathless. “What a mess.”
“I didn’t say it was a bad thing, love,” she said adoringly, laying on her back next to him on the bed. Love? No, better not to make a fuss about it. It’s just a pet name.
“Oh?” he asked. She grabbed for his hand, pulling it to her body, his fingers on her cunt. She was radiating heat and very slick. “Oh, I see.”
He looked over to see her eyes glimmering back at him, her face eager. He summoned the strength to get up and crossed the room for a towel, handing it to her with a chuckle.
“What shall we do about that, I wonder?” he mused as she wiped at her chest. “I suppose… it’s only half past seven, and you have earned a reward. For your… excellent service.”
She sat up on the edge of the bed with her tits pushed out. “Yes, I have,” she responded playfully.
“You’ll have to convince me you really want it, of course,” he growled. Her face reddened even more.
“Please, Lord Astarion,” she pleaded, flirtatious. His stomach flipped, hearing her call him by that title. “I do.”
“Do you really?”
“So badly,” she continued, flopping onto her back, legs slightly open. “I just want you to touch me, more than anything in the world, Lord Astarion.”
He pounced on her and pinned her to the bed softly. She moaned and squirmed under him, not trying to escape.
“Touch you, hm?” he muttered. “Touch you where?”
“Everywhere, my love,” she whispered. There it is again. Love.
“Here?” he asked, running his fingers down the side of her neck and to her shoulder. She shuddered, nodding.
“And… here?” He clasped her breast with his hand, her nipple caught between two of his fingers, making her squirm again.
“Yes, please,” she whined.
He pulled back, standing on the edge of the bed on his knees, and hiked her up the bed. He came back down, his mouth at her breasts. He licked her nipple, pulling it gently into his mouth, painstakingly careful not to scrape her with his fangs. She moaned louder than he expected. I forgot how much she liked that.
He worked his tongue across her nipple, flicking at it with the tip of his tongue, feeling her hips roll underneath him. He moved his head to the other breast and repeated the treatment.
“Ohhh, Lord Astarion, yes,” she whimpered. She was still using his title, playing along. Such a cheeky girl.
He pulled his head away, hearing her whine at the loss. He looked up into her eyes again, seeing them glazed over with lust.
“Shall I touch you here?” he offered, brushing his fingers over her pelvis, eliciting a gasp.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned. “There, please, Lord Astarion.”
“As you wish, my lady.” He crawled down again, his face at her bellybutton, kissing his way down. She tipped her pelvis up at him impatiently. He reached between her legs, finding her entrance and pushing two fingers inside. She was dripping wet. He felt for her most sensitive zone, feeling the taut place at the front and pressing upwards against it. She moaned and stiffened her hips as he touched her there.
Once he was propped on his elbow, he lowered his mouth to her cunt, lapping at her. She let out a surprised whimper, lifting her head to look down at him. He froze, watching her eyes, until she nodded at him. Thank the Gods.
He worked his tongue slowly over her, moving his fingers in rhythm with his mouth. She moaned, higher pitched and more urgently the longer he worked on her. Gods, you’re beautiful, I love you, he thought. He felt his cock pulse, starting to harden again at the temptation, but remained focused on touching her.
“Oh, fuck, Astarion,” she whimpered. “Please don’t stop.”
He shook his head slightly, not lifting his mouth from her body. I’m not stopping unless you say so. He worked faster, hearing her voice cutting out as she moaned his name.
“Oh A- star-” she cried out. “Oh Gods- I’m comi-”
He felt her insides flutter and pulse around his fingers. Oh, fuck. She was so, so hot. He felt himself sweating too, his cheeks and ears slipping against her inner thighs. She panted, trying to catch her breath, so he gave her a short break from the stimulation before starting up again. Her moans resumed, high and urgent, and it took even less time for her to wind up the second time.
“Fucking hells,” she whimpered. “You’re going to make me-”
“Mhm,” he murmured against her cunt, nodding slightly, encouraging her. She cried out, pulsing hard around his fingers again. He felt himself get completely, desperately hard as he listened to her falling apart. Bleeding hells, she is so lovely.
His fingers pushed against the inside of her, realizing the front was more taut and resistant to his touch than before. Suddenly, a few of the times he’d fingered her into oblivion came rushing into his mind. This might make a mess. He wanted her on him so badly, tight like that around his cock. He pulled his head away, keeping his fingers still.
“Marin,” he purred. “My sweet, we should get off the bed. I’m going to get something to put underneath us.”
She nodded, her eyes wide, seemingly having realized it as well. He pulled away from her and grabbed several towels from across the room. He laid them all down, creating thick layers on top of the bedding.
“Will you let me fuck you?” he pleaded, her eyes glancing down to his cock standing at attention.
“Yes,” she panted immediately. “Lay down.”
He laid on his back, positioning his pelvis on top of the towels. She climbed onto the bed and into his lap, holding his cock still so she could sink down onto it. He could feel her all around him, tight and soaking wet. His earlier release would buy him some time. Thank the Gods. The sensation of her was so very overwhelming.
“Oh-h-h,” came her broken moans as she settled onto him. “Astarion-”
“You’re perfect,” he huffed, trying to hold still while she got comfortable. “Absolutely perfect.”
Her cheeks were bright red, the flush spreading like wildfire over her ears and shoulders. She rocked against him, trying to get as close as possible. He put his hands on her hips and pulled her down onto his pelvis, hard. He bounced her on his cock, using his grip to keep her close, watching her tits bounce along. Her mouth was open in a beautiful oval, her eyes rolling upwards behind closed lids. I will not come before her, he thought. I have to give her this. She deserves to be happy. He felt his eyes well slightly at the thought. Gods damn it.
She looked down at him with that doe-eyed face of desperation. She didn’t say a word, but her face gave her away.
“It’s all right, darling. Let go,” he begged, his voice high and breathless. “Come for me, Marin. Mess be damned.”
She kept her eyes locked on his, letting out staccato cries as he felt her waves come crashing down around him. Her eyes slammed shut, barely any sound escaping her, pulsing so hard around his cock as more and more fluid puddled between them, running down over his hips onto the towels below. That’s it. He lost any semblance of control.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” he whimpered and came inside of her. He felt her swaying above him and grabbed her shoulders to guide her down onto his chest. He held her as they both shuddered and caught their breath.
“Astarion,” she mumbled against his neck, her voice muffled.
“Yes, dear.”
“I love you. I never stopped,” she admitted quietly. He stayed silent, holding her tightly, his face solemn. He felt her closed eyelids grow wet against his bare skin. “I don’t even know why I’m crying. I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right, my sweet,” he consoled her. “It’s quite natural to cry after a release like that.”
“All right,” she muttered. Her tears slid down over his shoulder, soaking into the bedding below. His own eyes welled up, knowing their time together was almost over. She’ll be leaving again, and I’ll be here alone. Again.
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.”
Name a better feeling than getting the first comment on a fic you were uncertain about and knowing that at least one person liked the tiny piece of your brain that you put on the internet
Part 7 so far of this WIP, will post properly soon. Nearly over
Ascended Astarion x Tav (Marin, female) Rating: E Content: Astarion and Marin's date, he's super overwhelmed by the way she makes him feel so she helps him relax, he feeds on her with full consent, so much sexy time like it's egregious and I'm only slightly sorry about it, aftercare for poor bloodless Marin
Warnings: detailed description of vampire bites, veins and stuff
“Well, did you enjoy yourself, darling?”
Marin was practically bouncing on their walk home. She broke into a huge smile.
“I did,” she replied earnestly. “The food was incredible. And you were so very charming.”
“Really?” Astarion purred, turning towards her with fake surprise. “Charming?”
Her mind raced with all the little moments, her face flushing. His hand on her lower back, subtly presenting her like a prize. His sweet, lovesick eyes across the table. His whispered promises that made her turn bright red, to his delight. Gods, his mind is filthy. His offer to dance, despite her lack of skill, and how he’d guided her through something simple without embarrassing her. His rigid cock brushing against her every time their bodies made contact, distracting her and making it even more difficult to move and speak gracefully.
“You’re always charming,” she teased flirtatiously. “As if you didn’t know, you little peacock.”
He laughed, louder than usual. He put his arm around her shoulder as they walked, and leaned in close to her.
“I’m going to take you home and charm you right into bed, my treasure,” he whispered, avoiding being heard by passerby. “But only if you want me to.”
Marin’s heart pounded at the thought. He smirked, likely hearing her getting flustered. Gods damn him. What a tease.
“Having fun, are you?” she muttered. “Winding me up and listening to my heart race, like it’s your little toy?”
He looked down at her with concern, relaxing when he saw her smiling over at him.
“I suppose I am,” he mused. “But only because it’s so much fun to play with you, my dear. I would never wind you up without release, after all.”
Her face was burning, red and hot to the point of discomfort.
“You smell… absolutely intoxicating,” he whispered. “Your blood is running so very hot right now.” She nodded in agreement.
Once they arrived, he took her by the hand, leading her upstairs without another word. The tension had been building for hours.
“Is this how you want our date to continue, my sweet?” he asked, looking back as they reached the bedroom door. “There’s no pressure.”
“Of course it is,” she responded immediately. “I want this.”
As soon as he shut the door, she watched him shed his charming, composed persona. He closed his eyes, drawing in a deep breath, his hand shaking slightly on the doorknob.
“Are you all right, Astarion?”
“Yes, I’m…” he trailed off, swallowing and taking another breath before starting again. “I’m so overwhelmed by you. I feel like I might explode at the slightest relaxation of my self-control, my love. I want you desperately, but I don’t want to… disappoint you, after we’ve had such a perfect night.”
“Is that all?” she pressed, her face surely scarlet. “You’re… aroused? You’re not upset?” He turned to meet her eyes immediately, his own face flushed, a rarity for him.
“Gods, no, my dear,” he replied breathlessly. “I’m so very happy with you. You’re beautiful in that gown, and I’ve been hard for hours… You make me feel so differently from everyone else, Marin. I kept thinking it would get less intense, but… it seems to be the other way around. My feelings for you are… stirring me up more than I expected. And I hate not having control over myself.”
“Perhaps you’d feel better if we… got that out of the way first?” she offered gently.
“Wha-? You wouldn’t mind?” he asked sheepishly. “If I’m… selfish? Out of control? I don’t feel like I could hold myself back for long.”
“We have all the time in the world, Astarion,” she responded, comforting him. “I wouldn’t mind at all. I want you to feel comfortable when we’re together. Can I kiss you?”
He nodded, his eyes and pupils wide. Marin pressed her body close to him and kissed him softly. She could feel the outline of him, rigid against her lower belly. He gasped as she brushed against him.
“You’re sensitive right now, aren’t you?” she remarked. He nodded again, his eyes nervously fixed on hers. “I won’t tease you, then. Perhaps… we should take our nice clothes off first? Just to be safe.”
He turned her around to unlace her dress, his fingers cool and jittering slightly as he touched her skin, undoing the knot he’d tied. He started working at his own buttons, and she slid out of her dress, placing it over the back of an armchair. Once they were both down to their underclothes, Marin took his hand and led him to the bed.
“Lay down,” she murmured. He crawled into bed, laying on his back and watching her as she climbed in next to him. She gave him a kiss, his lips warmer than usual from his excitement.
“You’re so handsome, Astarion,” she fawned, her face close to his. “Will you let me take care of you?”
“Yes,” he mumbled, barely above a whisper. “I would like nothing more.”
“Thank you for trusting me,” she whispered.
She kissed his collarbone, working her way down his body, avoiding rubbing up against his cock while there was still cloth separating them. She finally crawled across his legs, settling in between on her hands and knees. She tugged at his waistband, and he sucked in a breath through his teeth at her touch.
Once she had him right where she wanted him, she licked her lips, moving down to meet the tip. She glanced up at him, checking in, and saw him staring down at her, one hand propped behind his head so he could watch her. Gods, he has no right to be so damned beautiful from such an unflattering angle.
She took him in her mouth, hearing him gasp and shudder right away. She put her hands on his narrow hips, feeling his muscles ripple and tense as her fingers made contact. She started gently working at the muscles there while she sucked him off, feeling his hips melt under her touch. She massaged inside and outside of his hip bones, the top of his thighs, closer to the center of his pelvis. He trembled under her touch. She realized he’d been quiet for a while and looked up to check on him.
He had his free hand over his mouth and nose, trying to muffle his breaths and moans. He froze, his eyes wide, when he saw her peering up at him. She took her lips off of his cock and tilted her head, inquisitive.
“Please d-don’t stop,” he managed, his voice trembling. “No one’s t-touched me like that before and I- I don’t- want to embarrass myself.”
“I like the sounds you make,” she fawned, a soft smile on her face. “Your moans make me wild, Astarion. You don’t need to stifle them.”
He grimaced like he was uncomfortable, but he kept his hand away from his mouth.
“Please, do it again,” he begged.
She put her head back down, taking him in her mouth again. He moaned as she moved down the length of him, and again when she started working at his hip muscles. She thought back on his words earlier in the night. Unraveling him. I like the way that sounds.
Astarion started letting out low, rhythmic groans like purrs, deep in his chest. She moaned a little in response, feeling herself get excited by the sound of him. The massage seemed to have kept his thrusting at bay for a while, but as he got more overwhelmed, his hips started bucking. He moaned in earnest then, his voice rapidly getting higher and louder. He put his hand behind her head, not holding her in place, just touching her.
“I- hah- I’m close to- ah- Marin-”
His hips trembled, all his muscles taut under his skin. She took the sign and moved her head back a little to keep from choking as he thrusted at her. She kept lapping and sucking at his cock as his intensity increased. He moaned with her every movement, and she felt him pulsing in her mouth.
“Hah- oh, fuck!” he grunted, the sound coming from deep in his belly as he came, tapering off into whimpering and panting. She gave him a moment to finish completely, keeping her mouth still as he shuddered under her, before pulling away from him.
He reached down to where she was positioned, beckoning her to come back up. She crawled up his side and settled into the crook of his arm. He rolled towards her a little, gathering her up and holding her close, her hair sticking to his cool, damp skin.
“Thank you,” he groaned into her neck.
She hugged him, ignoring her own arousal in favor of staying close to him. His body felt so relaxed and open.
“You liked that, hm?” she chuckled.
“Gods, so much,” he replied breathlessly. “That was incredible. You’re incredible.”
“I’m glad I could help,” she fawned.
Astarion pulled back a little, kissing her forehead, and then her cheek. He looked at her, his eyes lidded and a deep blood red in the dim lighting. She leaned in to kiss him, his lips and cheeks cooling down again. He melted under her, rolling onto his back with her on top of him. They kissed slowly and passionately, his cool hands running over the surface of her skin and making her shiver. It felt like he was exploring her, slow and calculated, compared to his urgency earlier. She could feel any tension she’d been holding drifting away.
He rolled her onto her back, kissing her with more intensity now. He pulled back only to lean back in, treating her neck to gentle pecks and nuzzles, making her shudder. He kissed all the way from her earlobe to her shoulder over and over, using more tongue as he went, one hand at the nape of her neck. She squirmed a little, the stimulation causing her clit to twitch, her mind running through old memories of times he’d fed on her.
“Oh, Astarion,” she whispered, his attention overwhelming her senses. He hummed against her neck in response, not bringing his head up from his work. She felt his free hand run down the side of her body, grasping at what he could reach of her breast from the side. He is completely focused on me. Fucking hells.
“If you want to feed on me, you can,” she whispered between deep breaths. “You feel so good there, against my neck.”
He pulled his head back a little to meet her eyes.
“Are you sure?” He was clearly excited by the prospect, but serious about consent.
“Yes, love,” she murmured.
“I’ll be gentle as I can, my sweet,” he whispered, leaning in close to her neck again. She felt his lips hovering close and brushing against her skin, running down her jawline and the front of her neck. He licked at her jugular vein a couple of times, finding the right spot before sinking in. Fuck, that stings. Marin settled in again as the pain faded, feeling his lips sucking gently against her skin. She heard his infrequent gulps in between his gentle breathing sounds, his hand still holding her at the nape of her neck. He pulled his fangs from her, licking the little bit of leftover blood from her skin. His work was always surprisingly neat, with very little blood leaking from the punctures.
“Ohhh-h-h, yes,” he murmured, his voice almost a purr. He was so warm and relaxed after he fed, making Marin smile. He smiled back at her, his eyes heavily lidded, before moving down to her breasts. He used his hand to cup underneath as he kissed her delicately. He pulled his lips in to cover his fangs, carefully taking her nipple in his mouth and running his tongue across the surface, making her squirm under him. He lapped slowly at her nipple, using his lips to create a bit of suction and pressure around it as he worked. She bucked her hips at the sensation.
“Oh, Gods, Astarion,” she moaned. “That feels amazing.”
He hummed a little in response, her nipple still in his mouth. She rolled her hips again, enjoying his attention. She felt pleasure building behind her sternum, even though he hadn't touched between her legs yet. He moved his head, taking her other nipple into his mouth and starting to work at it the same way. The previous lack of stimulation on that side made the pleasure even stronger. She pushed her hips against his belly, looking subconsciously for something, but finding no relief.
She whined and moaned as he licked and sucked at her, feeling pleasure building in her chest before reaching an impasse. She could feel the waves of pleasure lapping at her, but refusing to wash over her. Her cunt was throbbing, needing something to tip her over the edge. She was desperate, and he must know from her body’s responses how far along she was. She lifted her head, his eyes flicking up to hers without pulling his head away.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whined. “Astarionnn.”
He winked at her and switched back to her other nipple. Fucking hells. He's teasing me. He wants me to ask for it.
“Astarion, please, I'm losing my mind,” she panted. “Please, touch me. Your fingers, anything.”
He pulled her underclothes down, keeping his mouth at her nipple, and she lifted her knees so he could slip them off. Instead of his hand, he casually slipped a knee in between her legs, at a 90 degree angle and close enough to feel how slick she was. She rutted at his thigh, smooth and cool against her cunt. A surface strong enough to provide some relief.
“Ohhh,” she moaned. “That’s better.”
She used his leg and her hips’ motion together to stimulate herself.
“I’m close now,” she whimpered. “Please don't stop.”
He moved his knee slightly closer, increasing the pressure against her. She cried out, tumbling suddenly over the edge, her cunt slipping against his thigh. He finally pulled away from her breasts, looking up at her without moving his knee.
“Can I feed on you, my sweet?”
“Yes, yes, anything,” she panted.
“From your thigh?” he asked.
Her eyes widened at the request. They'd only done that once, years ago.
“Will you touch me while you do?” she asked. “I've been thinking about your hands all night.”
“Mmm, how could I resist?” he purred, a lopsided smirk on his face. He moved down on the bed, his face close to her belly, kissing down across her pelvis. He put her knee over his shoulder, spreading her wide to access the inner thigh. She felt his tongue poking at her skin, searching, planning to bite her with precision, to access the large vein with minimal damage and bruising. He tapped his fingers against her thigh, in a way she knew wasn't an accident. Checking for consent.
“Yes, I’m ready,” she whispered, feeling his fangs puncture her tender skin as soon as she responded. She inhaled at the stinging sensation, letting the breath out as it faded. He propped his other arm and ran his fingers over the outside of her cunt.
“Mhm,” she encouraged before he could ask. He slid them slowly inside, feeling for where she was most sensitive. She moaned, trying desperately not to squirm against him as he found it. She could feel how hot her thigh was getting under his mouth from the increased blood flow he was summoning. He beckoned with his fingers, making her hips buck, no matter how hard she tried to still herself. As she felt her pleasure build, she started to feel a cold tingle in her cheeks and hands. Too much. She reached down and tapped his head.
“That's all I can- hah- give, my love,” she managed between her moans. He pulled his fangs from her immediately, gently licking at the punctures to clean and soothe the spot. He looked up at her, licking his lips to get every last bit of her blood.
“Are you feeling all right, my sweet?” he asked with concern in his voice, his eyes fixed on hers as he gently continued touching her. She nodded, overstimulated, words evading her. He started pushing harder with his fingertips.
“You are so beautiful, Marin,” he purred. “Will you come for me?” She nodded, a loud moan escaping her. “I want to fuck you so badly, my darling.”
“Fuck!” She cried out as she reached her peak again, hips raising off the bed. She saw Astarion staring up at her as she came back down, his mouth open.
“Astarion, you- I want you, inside me- please-”
“I could never deny you, my lady,” he responded, crawling across the bed to grab the oil. He covered his cock with it, spreading it with a few strokes, his eyes locked on hers as he lowered himself on top of her. “Like this?”
“Yes, please,” she whimpered. He looked down to line himself up, slowly pushing into her, a little bit more with each thrust. He was painstakingly in control of himself, compared to earlier. She felt his soft breaths against her cheek.
“I like this,” Marin whispered, her breath catching. “You have such- pretty eyes-”
“As do you, beautiful,” he whispered. He kissed her, his face still hot from feeding on her. She reached up and put a hand in his hair, hoping to keep him close. So soft and fluffy.
“Oh, Gods- Astarion,” she moaned, looking right into his eyes, holding him by the nape of his neck. “That feels- so good-”
He was letting out those little purrs again as his belly rubbed against hers. Fucking hells-
“Fuck, Astarion I’m- c-coming-”
“Come for me, darling,” he groaned, still fixed on her eyes as she pulsed and moaned. The connection between them felt unbreakable with his ruby eyes looking down at her like that. “Gods above, you feel amazing.”
“Take me harder,” she whimpered, craving more, one last release before he was finished with her. “Fuck me. Love me.”
“As you wish,” he responded breathlessly, still thrusting. “But you’re going to- make me come soon. You feel- hah- so lovely.”
“I don’t mind,” she assured him with a smile. “I just want to feel you deeper first.”
Astarion gave her one last peck, his lips hot against hers. He leaned back and sat up straight on his knees, using his hands to pull her onto him by the hips. She wrapped her calves around him with the little strength she had left, moaning and arching her back as he fucked her, faster, harder. He was manipulating her hips with his hands more than thrusting into her, keeping her close and slamming her pelvis against him without pulling out. She could feel the pleasure building, hot and tempting in her chest, when he finally spoke again.
“Are you- are you getting- close?” he panted. They were getting quite loud, overlapping and rising in pitch.
“Yeahhhmnh,” she moaned, trailing off into a long, noisy sound. He switched back to the position they started in, using his arms to suspend himself right above her, the tips of their noses brushing. He stared intensely, his eyes sparkling like rubies as he watched her, his eyebrows high and mouth open. Waiting for me.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out as she came, much louder than she meant to with his face so close to hers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Marin- hah- I love- I love you,” he whimpered, still staring right into her eyes. It was a completely intentional declaration this time, drawing a shuddering aftershock of pleasure from her. She felt his hips stiffen, his thrusts spotty and his cock slipping more and more as he came. The sensation overwhelmed him into breaking eye contact, his eyelids flickering before he collapsed gently onto her. He slid off to the side to keep from crushing her.
“I love you too, Astarion,” she responded, breathless as she came down from her high. “Four times, by the Gods. You’re incredible.”
“You’re incredible,” he panted next to her ear. “You deserve it.”
“You too,” she whispered, closing her eyes, the room spinning slightly.
“Thank you for letting me taste you so much tonight, my sweet,” he whispered, gently brushing her neck with his fingertips. “Give me a moment to collect myself and I’ll bring you some water. Poor thing.”
“Yes, it’s… been a long time since I lost that much blood,” she replied sheepishly. “Maybe I had more tolerance back when we were fighting and getting hurt all the time.”
Astarion stood after a moment, and she rolled on her side, watching him put on a robe. He paused with his hand on the doorknob.
“Don’t stand up, darling. I’ll be quick.”
She clumsily pulled the blanket up, letting her eyes fall closed and trying to ignore her lightheadedness. The rest of her body felt pleasantly weary and satisfied. Just as she started to drift off, she heard Astarion at the door again and opened her eyes. He can move so quickly.
“Are you all right, my love?” he asked with concern.
“Yes, I’m just… worn out,” she murmured. “Don’t worry about me.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, handing her a glass of water without letting go of it. He helped her guide it to her mouth and she took big, inelegant gulps. He took it back from her and started to peel an orange he’d brought up.
“Now, that’s ridiculous. When have I ever not worried about you, my sweet?” he challenged her, grinning. He held an orange slice to her lips and popped it in when she opened up. The flavor was bright and sweet.
“I don’t know,” she mumbled quietly, taking another orange slice from his fingers.
“Exactly,” he responded. “I don’t want to risk your comfort, or your safety, for my enjoyment. We’ll have to be more careful next time. Or keep something on hand to help.”
“The alchemist,” she said. “I could make something. Tomorrow.”
“You can make a list, and Evi will go shopping for whatever you need. You are to stay here,” he responded, ready to hand her another slice of the orange. Suddenly, his smile faded and he looked like he was far away.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, concerned by his haunted expression.
“I felt like I was forbidding you to leave. I never will, my dear. I was only-”
“It’s all right,” she cut him off. “I know what you meant. Because I’m not feeling well.” He took her hand, pressing it between his own.
“You will always have your freedom,” he pressed, meeting her eyes. “You may do whatever you please, and leave whenever you’d like. You are free, forever. I’m committed to defending that for you, Marin.”
She felt her heart jump at his serious tone. He kissed her hand, not breaking eye contact.
“Thank you, Astarion,” she replied honestly. “I know how much that means to you, too. After everything.”
He nodded, holding another orange slice to her lips.
“Are you feeling any better, my love?” he asked. Marin nodded.
“Excellent. Perhaps you’ll feel up for a bath soon. I’m sorry for… making it a necessity.”
“Never apologize for that,” she responded with a flirtatious grin.
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.”
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