The Take Over, The Break's Over - 10

The Take Over, The Break's Over - 9

Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav/OC, cis woman)

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Words: 1.3k (chapter 9 of 17)

Setting: A!Astarion's palace

Content: Marin's POV, pillow talk/post-bath chill time, Astarion worries about the future, talk about their past relationship and break-up, Marin worries about the future, mutual care and comfort

Warnings: brief mentions of death, the ascension ritual, Cazador being a POS

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 sat with her back against Astarion’s chest, his legs accommodating her. They were settled on a couch at the far end of his room, the curtains open wide beside them, late at night. He was absent-mindedly combing her damp hair with his fingers.

“I like that,” she murmured.

“Hm?” Astarion perked up at her voice. “I’m sorry, I was leagues away.”

“You touching my hair; it’s comforting,” she explained.

“Ah, yes. Well, you have lovely hair,” he replied, still distant.

Marin turned her head back to see him looking absently out the window at the night sky. “What’s on your mind, Astarion?”

“Stars are pretty tonight,” he responded, not turning to look at her.

“Now, don’t push me out,” she scolded. “You’re acting strangely. If you won’t tell me why, I’ll have to assume it’s about me.”

“My dear, it’s not you.” He paused before clarifying his statement. “I suppose it’s related to you. But it’s not your fault.”

“What’s with the cryptic language?” she challenged him, watching for any sign of reaction. He is so damned stoic when he doesn’t want to share.

“I don’t want anything to change,” he admitted, still avoiding her eyes. “It feels like being suspended in a perfect dream, and I’m terrified to wake up.”

Marin’s stomach dropped. “What do you want, then?”

“In my heart, I want to whisk you away from him, to make you mine forever, and spend the rest of my days with you,” he responded earnestly. “But I’m so afraid. I don’t think I could bear to lose you ever again. It took all my willpower to keep from destroying myself the last time.”

“Why are you convinced you’ll lose me?”

“I’m afraid I’m not what you need, dear. Afraid that I couldn’t be, no matter how badly I wanted to,” he explained, his voice starting to shake. “You’re the only one I’ve ever loved, Marin. Perhaps I cared for someone before I died, but… I can't remember.”

Tears started slipping down his face.

“That’s all right, Astarion,” she responded, her voice soft. “I don’t care who you were with before me. It was never important.”

“You were so kind to me, and I fell in love with you, but I didn’t know a damned thing about how to do that,” he lamented, his voice nearly a whisper. “I had to learn everything with you. And after you left, I- there was nobody else like you, and I didn’t want to try. So I never learned how to love anyone.”

She turned around and folded her legs, sitting upright in front of him. He was staring out the window as if he were a thousand miles away.

“You know how to love me, right?” she asked, reaching out to touch his cheek. “You did back then.”

“I don’t know what kind of a partner I’d be, my love,” Astarion confessed, his dark crimson eyes finally looking at her. “The months we spent together were in our honeymoon phase. I know how to sweep you off your feet, and make you laugh, and how to fuck you. But I don’t know how to… do the next part.”

“We went through hell together. I’d hardly call it a honeymoon,” she remarked.

“You know what I mean, darling.”

“I’m serious,” she went on. “We had parasites in our brains, and we made sense of that together. We came to terms with it and changed our fate. You were scared of… him, but I helped you find your strength. You had to fight through so much pain and fear to be close with me. We were a team.”

“And then, I lost you,” he recounted. “I was selfish, and I treated our relationship like a foregone conclusion. I was so afraid of the future if you didn’t agree to eternity with me. I took you for granted and I lost you.”

“But you grew,” she emphasized. “I know you did, because when you first ascended, you would never have admitted what a selfish prick you were. Even after the fact.”

“I don’t know why you helped me with that ritual,” he lamented. “You're such a kind and peaceful person, and I roped you into something indescribably awful.”

“I was terrified,” she confessed. “I thought you might die. At the time, helping you ascend seemed like the only way to save you. I didn't want that debt to transfer to you, for depriving Mephistopheles of all the souls he’d been promised. I was too afraid to lose you, and I acted selfishly.”

“Your selfishness is much less wretched than mine, darling,” he assured her with a sad chuckle. “I wanted it for my own gain. But… I was terrified, too. More than I knew how to express.”

“I know,” she whispered. She put her arms and legs around him and hugged him with her whole body. He rested his chin on her shoulder. “I forgive you, Astarion.”

They sat, quietly holding each other for a long time.

“Marin, I'm afraid you still care for him,” he whispered. “And that you haven't left because you don't truly want to be with me.”

“I do want to be with you, Astarion,” she insisted. “And of course I care for him. But even when he was kind to me, I never loved him the way I loved you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but I thought I could never make it work with you,” she admitted. “Things were so emotional at the end, and everyone was ready to go their separate ways, and… I was afraid to be left behind in Baldur’s Gate, with nothing but my memories haunting me. Del said all the right things. He felt like the safe choice, and he wanted so badly to marry me. I thought maybe it would be romantic to elope with him, and it might… take away the hurt if I made a new life. Obviously he didn't start acting like this until later.”

Astarion stayed quiet, just holding onto her.

“I’m sorry that I chased you away,” he spoke up, finally. “I feel like I made your life worse in so many ways, and all you tried to do was help. I don’t-”

“My life was full of love when we were together, Astarion. I don’t regret our relationship.”

He pulled back and looked into her eyes, his face sad.

“Why don’t you leave him?” he asked earnestly. “You wouldn’t have to worry about a soft place to land. I want you here, by my side.” She could feel her face burning. “What’s wrong, darling?”

“I'm having an affair,” she lamented. “Do you have any idea how much guilt I feel? I- I hate myself.”

“You have no reason to hate yourself,” Astarion responded, trying to comfort her. “I know you well enough, Marin. You would never have done this if you weren’t at your wits’ end with him. He set all of this in motion by treating you this way.”

“And I should have fixed it instead of making it worse!” she wailed, harsher than she meant to.

“Why do you need to fix it?” Astarion asked. “Why do you assume everything bad that happens is your fault, my dear?”

I don’t know. She felt tears welling up in her eyes.

“I’m afraid,” she blurted out.

“Of what, darling?”

“Of leaving him,” she sobbed. “Of the future. Of everything.”

“Perhaps you need some rest, my sweet,” he said gently. She nodded, tears streaking her red cheeks. Astarion gathered her up in his arms, holding her close to his chest and standing to cross the room. He laid her on his bed, pulling the blanket up before getting in next to her.

“We can be brave together,” he whispered in her ear. “Starting tomorrow.”

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Links to all chapters of The Take Over, The Break's Over (long fluff & smut fic about Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav))

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Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12

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Chapter 17

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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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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 - 14

Ascended Astarion x Marin (Tav/OC, cis woman)

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Words: 900 (chapter 14 of 17)

Setting: A!Astarion's palace

Content: Marin's POV, Astarion wants to take her out so she gets a nice dress, Astarion sees her in the dress and is incredibly horny and in love with her, like whoa, down boy

This is not the place for anti-A!A discourse. I love both versions of Astarion, and it's okay to have issues with the Ascendant route, but I will block you if you clown on these posts~

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Marin returned from the shops with Evi and Reardon, all with their arms partially full. They'd gotten food from the market, as well as a few other things.

“Astar-” she called out, stopping when she saw Astarion’s head poke out of the sitting room immediately. She blushed and let out a laugh. “Oh, hello there. I thought you’d be upstairs.”

“I was excited to see you,” he replied sheepishly. “Did you get something to wear tonight, my sweet?”

“Yes,” she giggled. “It feels a bit fanciful compared to my other dresses, but Evi assured me it looked nice. I hope I won't look silly.”

“I’m sure you chose perfectly,” he replied, grinning eagerly. “Go on, then! Get upstairs and show me. I can lace it for you.”

She obliged, carrying the dress box upstairs to Astarion's bedroom. Our bedroom? He shut the door behind them.

“Now, off with those clothes,” he purred. “I want to see your new purchase.”

“Well, turn around then,” she responded, blushing. “I want you to be surprised.”

He turned so his back would face the mirror while she changed. She pulled it from the box, feeling the finely-woven cotton and remembering how much she loved it. She slipped into it, tugging at the lacing slightly to make it fit her chest. It was a light turquoise dress, delicate and high quality with a few flourishes, but more simple than most of the gowns she saw in the shop. Though they were enviable, she wasn’t quite ready to dress so fancifully, and certainly not on Astarion’s dime. Perhaps for a party someday.

“All right, turn around.”

He spun to see her again, looking at her in the mirror and from behind. His face was soft, eyes wide, his mouth slightly open as he looked at her. That same face from the moment he first saw me again, in the bar. She could feel her heartbeat race as he stood in silence, staring at her body.

“Well then?” she pried, slightly impatient. “Will you give me a hint? I’m a bit nervous.”

“I’m sorry, my dear,” he finally responded, a funny smile spreading across his face. He walked up behind her to meet her eyes in the mirror. “You took my breath away. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Marin. You’re incredible.”

“What about the dress?” she teased, embarrassed by his intensity. “You can be a little hard to read, you know.”

“The dress is perfect for you,” he declared. “The color matches your eyes, and your hair contrasts against it without clashing. Delicate and sweet, but simple, like you. It shows off your pretty shoulders and collarbones; it hugs your frame exactly right. You look perfect, darling. The loveliest creature I’ve ever laid my eyes upon.”

She watched in the mirror as her face went bright pink from his compliments. She was incredibly flattered, but also surprised by how much he picked up on. I forgot how fashionable he is. Does he always take me in with this much detail? Gods above. I hope not.

“Th-thank you,” she managed, butterflies in her stomach. “You promise that I don’t look silly?”

“Darling, it looks so perfect that it feels like a shame to lace it up and go anywhere,” he chuckled. “If I hadn’t promised you a real date tonight, I would keep you in this room, in that dress, and…”

He took a deep breath, shuddering as he let it out. He pressed up behind her, his hands on her hips, his interest poking at her tailbone. His cock was completely hard already, without a moment of attention from her.

“Holy hells,” she whispered. “Really?”

“It’s certainly not a lie, darling,” he responded breathlessly, making her giggle.

“So…” she went on flirtatiously. “Are we still going out?”

“We are, my sweet,” he declared. “I want to take you on a proper date, like I never could in the past. You deserve it. And to be honest… I would like to show you off a little.”

She blushed even more at the prospect of being seen out with Astarion, Lord Astarion, by people who knew who he was.

“But I want you to know,” he whispered in her ear, “that I will most likely be hopelessly aroused by my beautiful date the entire time. Perhaps you’ll take pity on me and… we can keep our outing slightly brief this time.”

He smirked at her in the mirror, his hands on her waist where the dress cinched in close. She turned around and kissed him, swooning and growing excited herself. He pulled away from her at last, seemingly with great effort, taking another deep breath to steady himself.

“Bleeding hells, Marin,” he murmured. “My head is light. I should get dressed. Something with long shirttails in the front…”

She giggled at his honesty.

“What about me?” she protested as he started to wander away.

“Hm? What about-”

“My lacing!” she laughed. “You said you’d help me!”

“Oh! Shit.” He came back and took the laces in his hands. “I did say that. I’m sorry for behaving like such a fool. You have a way of unraveling me, I told you.”

He pulled each section of the ribbon until it was perfectly taut against her skin without causing discomfort. His nimble fingers moved quickly, but with precision, brushing across her upper back as he worked. She desperately wanted those hands all over her body, without delay. Holy hells. This will be the longest dinner of all time.

on love arriving unannounced

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.

okay, what if the situation at moonrise towers was reversed?

the trader is a vampire and they offer you the potion to permanently increase your strength, but only if you let them feed from you.

astarion would try soooo hard not to let his emotions betray him. you haven't defined your relationship. the decision is yours to make. he's just using you, anyway...

but gods, does the thought of someone else's teeth in your neck make him sick to his stomach. no one else should be able to taste you, to hear the way your breath catches at the first draw of blood, to feel your hand grip their bicep if it gets to be too much.

you decline the offer, much to the pale elf's relief, and he finds himself in your tent that night. he joins you even before the other party members have gone to sleep for the evening.

his desperation quickly becomes apparent. he litters your neck with bites before moving to your chest, then your abdomen. he hardly even feeds, too busy marking what's his.

making his way back up your body, he laps at the blood he's spilled while the warmth of his breath fans across your delicate skin.

once he finds your lips, he leaves a lingering kiss there before pulling back. his expression is almost sheepish, though the sentiment is gone the very next moment.

he settles beside you wordlessly, opens a book, and pretends not to see the look on your face— knowing and amused.

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no, babe, i dont do casual. its mind numbing devotion for all eternity or nothing