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Kinktober Day 11: Blindfold

Summary: Astarion introduces the blindfold into their sex life. A good time is had by both.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s). I have started the fic. If you like these pieces in this series, please consider checking out my main fic, This is Me Trying. (Can you tell I like Taylor Swift?) Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. I also have the fic posted on AO3.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tags: Blindfold, Restraints, Light Bondage, Light Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Light Dom/Sub, Oral Sex (female receiving), Nipple play, Penis in Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, Humiliation, Degradation Kink, Begging

**Everything is Safe, Sane, and Consensual**

Additional Notes: This fic involves Spawn Astarion.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

Ailis and Astarion both stumbled through the door of the abandoned building of the Last Light Inn. Neither noticed as they continued to kiss each other ravenously. Astarion walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed and she fell backwards onto it. He followed her, not even giving her a chance to compose herself. He began to trail kisses down her throat. He pulled the collar of her shirt aside to reach her collar bone and sucked on her skin there. She gasped in pleasure as he left mark after mark, but felt a spark of annoyance when he tugged harder at her collar, trying to gain access to her breasts.

“Astarion, stop,” she complained. “Let me just take it off.” He sat up to give her room to do so.

“Sorry, darling,” he purred, watching her lustfully as she peeled her shirt and undergarment off.

“Happy now?” she asked teasingly, arching her back a little as she leaned on her elbows to put her breasts on display.

“Very,” he said, but made no move to continue. She pouted.

“Don’t tell me you’ve lost the mood,” she whined and then felt bad. She knew he had difficulty with intimacy sometimes. He hadn’t appeared to be disassociating, but sometimes he hid it well. “It’s okay if you did. We can just…” He cut her off with a kiss.

“I haven’t lost the mood,” he replied with a smile. “I just wat to try something. I was wondering how to bring it up.” She smiled lasciviously at him, and leaned up for another kiss. He happily returned it and she rolled him over so he was on his back and she straddled his waist.

“Just ask me,” she murmured softly, tugging gently at an errant, white curl.

“How do you feel about being tied up…”

“I’m fine with that as long as you use the silk rope,” she said eagerly. He gave her an amused smile.

“And what about being blindfolded?” he asked. “Are you okay with that?” She blinked in surprise and shifted off him so she could lie by his side. He turned to face her, brushing a strand of black-brown hair from her face.

“Will you take it off if it doesn’t go over well?” she asked. “I’ve done blindfolds before, but it was a long time ago. Before…well, before things happened.”

“If you don’t like it, I will take it off immediately,” Astarion assured her. She thought about it for another moment and then nodded.

“Okay. We can try it,” she agreed and then leaned in for another kiss. Astarion wrapped an arm around her waist and then maneuvered her to the other side of the bed. He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out a strip of black fabric. He held it out for her to inspect for a moment, and then, when she nodded, gently placed it over her eyes and tied the ends of the fabric together behind her head.

“Can you see anything?” he asked.

“No,” she said after a moment. “There’s not even light getting through.”

“Are you all right?” he asked. “Do you want to continue?”

“Yes. I don’t think this is going to be a problem,” she said. She was only feeling anticipation. The fabric wasn’t triggering any memories of being pushed up against a dirt wall, even though her vision was just as impeded.

“Let me know if it does,” he told her. “Now, hold out your arms.” She smiled at the firm tone in his voice and did as he asked, holding both out in front of herself. He moved her arms and tied her wrists together with the silk rope they’d bought. He then tied the other end to a bedpost. She went to give an experimental tug and raised her eyebrows when she felt almost no resistance.

“There’s not a lot of restriction in the rope, Astarion,” she said.

“Good,” he replied. “I want to be able to maneuver you.” She snorted.

“So, you intend on man-handling me?” she replied.

“Darling, I intend on doing whatever I want to you,” he purred. She opened her mouth to quip back, but he captured her with a kiss. He then nipped and kissed his way down her throat before sucking a nipple into his mouth. She keened and arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth. The loss of her sight made her other senses stronger. The nerves in the breast he was administrating to were on fire and she could feel the ache in the other as her nipple peaked. She could feel absolutely everywhere he touched her, and she could hear him suckling her too. Every moan from him sent heat down between her legs and she started to buck her hips up, looking for friction.

She felt him smiled around her breast and the he released it before latching on to the other. One of his hands traced idle designs along her hip, but he made no move to touch her where she wanted him. His mouth left her breast and trailed sloppy, wet kisses down her abdomen. He then quickly tore off her pants and undergarment before he ran his tongue along the seam where thigh met hip and then bit gently at her hip, not breaking the skin. He never broke the skin. Usually, she was relieved he stuck to that agreement, but she felt disappointed today. She opened her mouth to ask him to bite her, but stopped herself at the last moment, biting her lip. That was a line she wasn’t ready or even willing to cross.

“What is it, darling? I can see you want to ask for something,” he purred and her heart skipped a beat. She quickly put a firm brake on her tadpole so it couldn’t expose her lie.

“I want you to touch me,” she insisted. His hand ran up and down her right thigh.

“I am touching you,” he said tickling the back of her knee.

“You know where I mean,” she replied through a giggle.

“I’m afraid I don’t. You’ll have to be more specific,” he teased. “Do you mean here?” He danced his fingers against her calf.

“No,” she said, smiling.

“Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully. “What about here?” She screamed with laughter as he began to tickle her feet. She squirmed and thrashed on the bed, trying to pull her feet away from him, but he followed persistently.

“No! No! Not there!” she cried. “Please stop! Please!” He immediately moved his hand back up to her calf and pulled her leg away from the other. She felt air on her exposed mound.

“What about here?” he asked softly, blowing on her clit.

“Yes. There,” she confirmed and then jumped in shock when his hand spanked her pussy sharply. She gasped, but he didn’t give her time to say anything as his hand came down on her again in three rapid successions. She whimpered and his hand moved to stroke her waist gently. She jumped when his other hand stroked her left hip. Every touch felt so intense when she couldn’t see them coming. She enjoyed the feel of his silky skin gliding gently over her body and then gasped at the sharp pain wherever he hit her; her breasts, her thighs, her cunt. The burn left by the harsh treatment never seemed to fade when touch was the main sensation she could focus on.

Suddenly, he rolled her over onto her stomach and raised her hips in the air until she was on her knees. Now she understood why he’d kept the rope so loose. She jumped when he his stroked her rear and she swore she could hear him smirk. He nipped her left cheek and then soothed the sting with his tongue. His hand slid soothingly up her back before a sharp smack landed on the back of her thigh and she moaned.

“Enjoying yourself, darling?” he asked amused.

“Touch me,” she ordered impatiently, raising her ass higher in the air, trying to entice him. He landed a harsh slap on her right cheek and she gasped.

“You’re being awfully demanding,” he teased. “I’m the one in charge tonight.”

“Touch me,” she demanded again and received three more forceful slaps in the exact same spot. She whined and thrust her hips back towards him. “Please.” He snorted.

“You want me to spank you, don’t you?” he said. “I could. I could spank you until every inch of your ass is bright red and feels like it’s on fire. I could make it so you can’t sit down for a week. Two weeks even. Would you like me to do that to you?”

“Please,” she begged again and then cried out when his hand slapped her so forcefully it stunned her.

“Too bad,” he said. “That is not what I have planned tonight,” he said and then pulled her legs further apart and lied down between them. She cried out again when his tongue parted her folds and he began to lap at her cunt. She thrust down onto his face, but his hands gripped her hips tightly and held her still, before they moved to her ass and squeezed, his nails digging into the abused skin. The message was clear. He was in charge of what she received tonight. She whined and moaned as he slowly and thoroughly ate her out. She felt her climax building and her thighs began to shake. Then, just as she was about to spill over the edge, he stopped.

“No!” she cried, gasping. “No. Please! I want to cum.”

“You’ll cum,” he told her. “But only when I let you.” She whined and he lowered her hips until she laid flat on the mattress. She heard the shuffling of clothes beside her and knew he was finally removing his own apparel. He stamped a kiss at her tailbone and then kissed his way up her spine to her neck. He used his knee to push her thighs apart and then he slid into her soaked and needy cunt. He moved in slowly…agonizingly slowly. She could feel every inch of him sliding into her. She felt one of his arms extend past her head and then felt him untie the rope from her wrists. He didn’t give her freedom to use her arms, however. He pinned her hands with his own on either side of her head. He pulled back out slowly and then moved back in at the same glacial pace.

“Faster,” she urged.

“You’re in no position to be making demands,” he said sternly as he pulled out again. She whined and begged as he continued at the same torturously slow pace.

“Please, please, please, pleasepleaseplease,” she gasped out as he moved. He clucked his tongue.

“What shameless behavior, Ailis,” Astarion admonished. “You should be embarrassed. You should be happy to accept whatever I give you.” She whimpered and a tear leaked from behind the blindfold down her cheek. He kissed it away.

“Please, Astarion. Please,” she begged.

“Oh, all right,” he sighed, and his next thrust was much harder. He let go of her left hand to play with her breast as he picked up his pace. He rolled the nipple each time he thrust into her. She felt her release building again and went to touch herself with her free hand, but he reclaimed it and pinned it with his own again. She cried in protest.

“You cum from this alone or you don’t cum at all, Ailis,” he said.

“NO! Please,” she sobbed. His pace increased and she could tell he wouldn’t last much longer. She tried to grind into the sheets but she couldn’t get enough friction. “Astarion, please. Please! I can’t cum like this! Please! I need you to touch me. Please!” She expected him to ignore her, but his hand left hers and moved under her. His fingers brushed her clit once, twice, and then she screamed as she went over the edge.

When she regained her thoughts, she slowly blinked open her eyes and was surprised to find the blindfold had been removed. She was laying on her side and Astarion had his arms around her, holding her close to his chest. She smiled at him and cuddled closer, the fingers of her left-hand curling over his shoulder to hold him closer. He brushed his hand through her hair and kissed her forehead.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Never better,” she replied through a yawn and she felt him smile against her forehead.

“Are you sure? I didn’t go too far? I was…well, we didn’t discuss some things. Was I too mean?” he asked, fussing over her. She forced herself to pull away a little so she could look him in the eyes.

“No. I had fun,” she assured him. “I like it when you’re bossy.” A wicked smile crossed his face and she knew she shouldn’t have admitted that. She gave him a stern stare. “Only sometimes, Astarion. I wouldn’t try that out of the bedroom.” He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. He stroked her back soothingly and she started to slip back under but she noticed he looked a little guilty. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I think I went too far, Ailis,” he said.

“You didn’t. I said I liked it,” she soothed.

“No. I mean…I think I hit you too hard,” he replied. She frowned.

“You didn’t, Astarion,” she said. “I liked everything you did to me.”

“Ailis, you have a hand print on your ass,” he told her. She immediately tried to crane her head over her shoulder to see, but she couldn’t. She moved her hand back to her ass and hissed when her fingers touched a warm, raised patch of skin. She could feel it had raised into a welt in some places and it even felt hot to the touch.

“Ouch,” she replied, a little shocked and then she laughed. Astarion looked surprised for a moment and then he laughed too.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he said after a moment when they’d both stopped laughing.

“It’s okay,” she said. “I like having your marks on me.” He groaned and buried his face in her shoulder for a moment before looking back at her face.

“Let me grab a healing potion for you,” he said and started to get up but she wrapped her limbs around him and held him to her.

“No,” she said. “I want to feel it.”

“Ailis…”

“Please,” she insisted and he sighed.

“All right,” he relented. “But you’re the one who’s explaining to the others why you can’t sit down tomorrow.” She smiled and burrowed further against his chest. His arms came back around her and began stroking her back. She fell asleep in the safe haven of his arms.

#bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 tav #kinktober

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mystique-6 · 1 year ago

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Save the Gondians or help Wulburn?

Got to a new potential quest and I'm not sure how I should go about it. I'm playing a good play through. While I understand and mostly agree with where Wulburn is coming from he gives me the ick for some reason...kind of feel something is off with him...and I have a feeling the gondians may not be the real villains here. Any insight?

#bg3 #wulbren bongle

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mystique-6 · 1 year ago

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Is it Me?

So, I just finally got to Act 3 in BG3. And I really haven't played in 2 months. I started a new job and just didn't have the brain capacity. I'm kind of forcing myself to play maybe 30 minutes a night now to try and get back into it.

I'm romancing Astarion. I've gotten all romance progression scenes. I am at exceptional approval. He knows about ascension now and is hyperfixated on the idea. I have noticed that he seems to be acting more like his Act I self. He has not ascended to be clear. But he just feels very performative towards my tav.

Here's my question(s): Did anyone else experience this? Did he regress a bit? Or has it been so long since I played that I've forgotten what Astarion is like? Have I somehow mixed up the actual character vs the Astarion I write for some of my kinktober fics. (He's a bit of a softy in some of those)

If it's the first I think I can get back into romance cause that would be very interesting. But if it's the second...I can't believe I saying this...but I might break off relationship. I personally find this shocking because before the new job and a move coming up I kind of missed Act I Astarion, but with the current stress in my life the last thing I need is for a fictional character to be a dick to me...well my tav, but really me.

This is clearly a me problem and not me sh*ting on the character but could someone give me some insight? Is it all me? Or is there more to his behavior than me just forgetting the dude is a dick? If it's storyline I am willing to push through but otherwise for my own mental health at least for this run I think I need to break up with him.

#bg3 #astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin

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mystique-6 · 1 year ago

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Chapter A New Member

The group continues to have mishaps as they travel. They also gain a new member.

Author's Note: Here is the next chapter. It's a little shorter than some previous chapters. Hopefully you still enjoy it. Please leave a review if you have time. They motivate me. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

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“Well, that’s that,” Ailis sighed. “Let’s get out of this cave before the owlbear decides to investigate.” She led the group back up the cliff, and did a head count as each of her companions climbed back up to the entrance. She frowned when the number didn’t match what it should. She glanced at those with her and realized a white-haired vampire spawn was missing. “Where’s Astarion?”

Suddenly, the sound of pounding feet against a rocky ground echoed around them. Ailis turned her head towards the inner cave and saw her missing companion running towards her. He had a frightened expression on his face. She started to ask what was wrong, but he dashed passed her.

“Run you fools! Run!” he shouted as he passed.

“What? Why? What’s…” Her question was cut off by an angry roar that filled the air. The sound was so loud, she feared her eardrums would burst. The ground began to shake and she turned her head back in the direction Astarion had run from. She paled as she saw the owlbear charging towards them. “Shit!”

#bg3 #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion #bg3 tav #shadowheart #lae'zel #gale #karlach #bg3 wyll

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Kinktober Day 10: Butt Stuff?(I refuse to use the name of the actual prompt as the title)

Summary: Astarion asks to try something very specific in the bedroom. Ailis agrees even though it makes her nervous.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tags: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Lube, Enemas, Light Dom/Sub, Kissing/Gentle Kissing, Feelings Realization

Additional Notes: This fic involves Spawn Astarion and we are back to the sweet and soft version.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

Ailis went to pick up the crate of washed dishes when she felt her ass be groped. She whirled around to give the person a piece of her mind and found Astarion smiling at her. He was clearly trying to stifle a laugh.

“Hello, darling,” he said and then kissed her on the cheek. She felt her aggravation slip away, but she didn’t want to completely let him off the hook.

“There are nicer ways to greet me, you know,” she said tersely.

“I disagree,” he replied. “Any chance to touch your perfect behind must be taken.”

“I didn’t know it was you,” she huffed.

“I don’t think Wyll or Gale would be brave enough to try it,” Astarion said with a smirk. “Halsin might, but you most certainly would have heard him coming.”

“Hmm,” she hummed and bent to pick up the crate again. Astarion beat her to it.

“I’ll get that for you,” he said and began to lead them back towards the center of camp.

“You’re going to help with a chore?” she said.

“Well, I am helpful like that,” he replied and she laughed out loud.

“What do you want, Astarion?” she asked.

“Darling, I’m hurt!” he exclaimed, though his broad smile suggested otherwise. “Why would you assume I’d only offer help if I want something?”

“Maybe because I have to badger you to complete camp chores when it’s your turn,” she said. “If you’re offering me any kind of aid, then you want something. Spit it out, Astarion. What do you want?” He set the crate don and pulled her by the waist into a kiss. She smiled against his lips and snuggled in closer to him, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. When he broke off the kiss, he brushed a strand of her hair off her face and stared into her eyes tenderly.

“I want to try something new with you tonight. I’m not sure if it’s something you’ve done before,” he said. The first time he’d said that to her, she’d scoffed and insisted there wasn’t much she hadn’t tried. She’d been rather adventurous in her youth. Her confidence had proven to be hubris. She’d realized quickly that Astarion had much more sexual experience than her and there was quite a lot she hadn’t tried before. He never once made her feel bad for not knowing something and he was always patient with her if she had concerns. So, the prospect of trying something new with him now intrigued her.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked, her heart fluttered with excitement and anticipation. Astarion smiled as he noticed it and brushed his thumbs across her cheeks as he cradled her head in his hands and kissed her forehead. She smiled. He really wanted whatever was on his mind.

“Have you ever tried anal sex?” he asked, doing his best to sound casual, but he was clearly anxious asking her. Considering her racing heart nearly came to a dead stop at the question, she supposed she understood why he sounded a little hesitant. She shouldn’t be shocked he was asking. He’d never outright asked her before, or even said he wanted anal sex, but he’d hinted at it with words and touches. She knew Astarion wanted in her ass. She’d have thought, as a vampire spawn, he’d be more of a neck guy. And right now, she really wished he was. She wasn’t sure how she felt regarding anal sex. She didn’t think it was wrong or anything, but the concept of it made her nervous. That’s why she’d skirted around his hints before. She couldn’t do that now that he’d outright asked her and was waiting on an answer.

“No,” she said, drawing out the word. “I haven’t.” Astarion nodded, even though she knew he’d expected that answer.

“Are you interested in trying it?” he asked. He had his arms wrapped around her waist, but not so tightly she couldn’t break free of his hold. He was giving her the choice to stay close to him or take space if she needed it. For that reason alone, she didn’t pull away and reached up with one hand to gently tug at a white curl resting above his forehead.

“I’m guessing you are?” she said, avoiding the question. He smirked. He knew what she was doing.

“I’ve had anal sex before, Ailis. Giving and receiving. You know this,” he said. She nodded. She knew. “I would like to try it with you, but I’m not sure how you feel about it, other than that it clearly makes you nervous. Are you at all interested?” She squirmed and tried to think of a way to divert the conversation, but her mind stayed blank. She glanced at his expectant gaze and sighed.

“I’ve never considered it before,” she said. He didn’t look surprised.

“Are you willing to consider it now?” he asked softly, running a hand gently up and down her back, trying to ease her tension. She hesitated.

“Won’t it be painful?” she asked, thinking about where his dick would breach. The anus wasn’t the vagina. It wasn’t designed to have anything go up it.

“There may be some pain,” he admitted, “but with proper prep it shouldn’t be unbearable.” She pursed her lips as she thought about it. “Ailis.” She glanced back at his face. “Do you really think I’d suggest something that would cause you tremendous pain?” That questioned settled it for her.

“No,” she said. “I don’t. All right. We can try it.” He smiled widely at her and pulled her in closer for a kiss.

“Meet me at our spot in fifteen minutes,” he told her and then hurried off. She smiled fondly at his retreating figure until her eyes landed on the crate of clean plates.

“What an asshole,” she sighed, and grabbed the crate and headed back to camp.

Fifteen minutes later, Ailis stepped into the abandoned building of the Last Light Inn that she and Astarion had essentially made their hook up spot. He was already there, pulling a clean sheet over the mattress. She saw he had supplies ready on the bedside table. The bottle of oil didn’t surprise her, but she didn’t know what to think at the sight of the 2-liter bag attached to a tube and nozzle.

“Hello, darling,” Astarion greeted her as he approached. He pulled her into a kiss. “Ready?”

“I guess. I’m nervous,” she admitted. He gave her a soft smile and kissed her forehead.

“That’s understandable, but you’re with a professional,” he said. “I’ll make this a good experience for you.” She smiled and leaned into his chest as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. His own wrapped around her torso and he squeezed her tightly against him. He kissed the crown of her head and they stayed that way for a moment, both enjoying the other’s presence.

“Okay,” she said, pulling a way. “Let’s get started.” His lips quirked up in an amused smile.

“All right,” he agreed and lifted the 2-liter bag of water up off the nightstand. “Let’s get started on the prep work. Do you know what this is?” She was about to shake her head, but then paled as realization hit her.

“Is that an enema?” she asked appalled. Astarion put down the enema bag on the bed.

“It is,” he said evenly. She could tell her was trying to keep her from freaking out, but also giving her space to have an honest reaction. That was probably the only reason why she didn’t flee immediately.

“Why do you have that?” she asked.

“It’s part of the prep. Anal sex can be messy. Taking an enema first can fix that problem,” he explained.

“So, you want me to…” She broke off. She couldn’t finish that sentence. “Is it really necessary?”

“It is for me,” he said. “I’ve had to deal with the mess before and it’s never been my choice. I won’t do this without you taking the enema.” His voice was firm, but he wasn’t arguing with her, or trying to be difficult. He was just setting a boundary. But his boundary was pushing at one of her own.

“I…” She didn’t really know what to say.

“Ailis, have you ever had an enema before?” he asked. Her face turned tomato red. Her instinct was to deny it, but instead she nodded, while at the same time, wrapping her arms tightly around herself in a self-soothing hug. “I take it that it wasn’t a good experience.” He said it softly.

“It was not,” she said stiffly. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I’m not going to make you talk about it, but I would like to understand why you are so averse to it,” he replied. “Did it cause you pain? Were you…”

“It was embarrassing, okay?” she snapped. “I felt shamed over it for weeks!” She found herself pulled into a tight hug. She slowly felt her tension ease and she unwrapped her arms from her own torso to wind around his.

“I’m sorry you were made to feel shame over it before,” he murmured softly in her ear. “I don’t know who administered one to you before, an old lover or your mother, but you didn’t deserve to be made to feel bad over it.” He tipped her chin up to make eye contact with her. “I promise I won’t do that to you. We’ll get it done and over with and move on to more enjoyable activities. It won’t be brought up outside of here.” She believed him, but she still hesitated. He played with a loose strand of her hair.

“We also don’ have to do this, Ailis,” he said. “It’s okay if you change your mind.”

“But you want this,” she said.

“I do,” he said, “but not at your expense. We can do something else that you’re more comfortable with.” She buried her face in his chest and he ran his hands soothingly up and down her back and stamped an occasional kiss to the top of her head. She sighed after a moment and pulled back.

“How do you need me positioned to administer it?” she asked.

“You’re certain, Ailis?” he asked and she nodded. “All right, then. Come to this side of the bed and lie on your side facing the door. Remove your pants and undergarment first.” She did as he directed. He adjusted her to be centered a little closer to the middle of the bed, and then hooked the enema bag to the bedpost. She started to roll over onto her stomach and raise her hips, but he stopped her.

“You don’t need to get in that position, darling,” he told her softly. He gently pushed her right leg up until her knee was parallel to her chest. She saw him reach for the oil and knew he was putting some on the nozzle. She jumped when he fingers spread some oil around her entrance, and then tensed when she felt the nozzle nudge at it.

“I need you to relax,” Astarion said soothingly. “Take a deep breath for me.” She did as he said and felt some of her tension ease from her. At the same moment, she felt the nozzle slide into her and she made a face. It didn’t hurt, but it was uncomfortable. And if this was uncomfortable, she couldn’t imagine how his dick would feel. Her thoughts broke off from that though, when she felt water begin to flow into her. She flinched and Astarion immediately climbed into bed behind her and pulled her back to his chest while murmuring words of encouragement in her ear. She tried to focus on the words he was saying, but it was hard to focus on anything other than the odd sensation of watering flowing into her. Her stomach began to feel full and tight and suddenly a cramp ripped across her lower abdomen. She whimpered, and the flow of water stopped.

“Cramp?” Astarion asked. She nodded and squeezed her eyes shut as another rolled through her. Astarion lowered a hand to her distended abdomen and massaged it, trying to ease the cramp. She sucked in a few deep breaths and finally her muscles relaxed. “That’s it. You’re doing so well. You only have half left.”

“There’s still that much left?” she whined. He kissed her cheek.

“It’ll be over soon, Ailis,” he assured her. She sighed, but nodded, and he unclamped the tube. She grimaced as the water began to flow again. She began to curl in on herself as another cramp tore at her abdomen. She felt Astarion reach for the clamp again, but she stopped him.

“Leave it. I want this over with sooner rather than later,” she said through gritted teeth.

“But you’re in pain,” he replied.

“I’ve felt worse. Just let it empty,” she growled. He sighed, but left the clamp alone. He moved his hand back to her abdomen and tried to tub out the cramp. After another moment the water stopped. “Is it done?”

“Yes, but I want you to try and hold it for fifteen minutes,” he replied.

“What? Why?” she cried.

“To ensure your entire system is cleared out,” he said and she groaned.

“Fine,” she agreed sullenly.

“Do you want me to remove the nozzle?” he asked. “You might feel more secure with it in.”

“No, I want it out,” she said insistently.

“Of course, darling,” he replied and she felt him gently ease it out of her. She immediately curled up into a ball. He curled around her and stroked her hair. She tried to breathe her way through cramps, but they kept increasing and it wasn’t long before she felt the urge to go.

“How long has it been?” she asked.

“Five minutes,” he answered. She whined.

“I have to go,” she complained.

“Try to hold it a little longer, Ailis,” he told her. “Ten minutes isn’t as long as it feels.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one dealing with these cramps,” she grumbled. He kissed the top of her head.

“You’re almost done,” he assured her. She muttered a few curses under her breath and he laughed. She tried to focus on his hands gently stroking her wherever he touched rather than on the cramps, but she was fighting a losing battle.

“I can’t!” she cried. “I need to…I’m going to…”

“All right. It’s all right, darling. Go,” he said and she shot off the bed and out the door. She didn’t even take the time to slip on her pants. She just hoped none of her companions were around to see her.

About twenty minutes later, she rejoined Astarion in the abandoned building. She saw he’d cleaned up and put away the enema equipment and she felt immensely grateful to him. He looked up at her cautiously from where he sat on the bed and held his arms out to her. She rushed into them and he pulled her down on his lap for comfort. She buried her face in his neck and he held her tightly as he began to rock her. It wasn’t long before she felt her nerves were soothed and she remembered why she’d agreed to that particular prep work. And although she still felt nervous over it, she decided to move the night forward.

She stamped a kiss to his neck and then his jaw and then the corner of his mouth. When he started to smile, she kissed him deeply, moving a hand up to frame his face while the other tangled in his hair at the base of his head. He held her tighter in return. When the kiss finally broke, she leaned back and removed her shirt and upper garment. She reached for the base of his shirt, but he grabbed her hand and stopped her.

“Not yet, darling,” he said and pressed a kiss to her palm. “There’s certain logistics that need to be discussed.”

“Such as?” she asked nervously.

“I know you typically like to be face to face during the act, but it might be physically easier on you if I enter from behind,” he said cautiously. She hesitated. Since they had found their spot at the Last Light Inn, they had been able to expand upon sexual positions they enjoyed as she was less likely to be triggered looking down on a mattress than dirt that reminded her of her trauma. That being said, her nerves were on fire. She wasn’t sure she liked the idea of not being easily able to see his face.

“I’m not sure,” she replied. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea.”

“Do you think you can manage it while I prep you?” he asked. “I’m not trying to push your boundaries, Ailis. I just want to make this as easy on you as possible.”

“I think I can handle that,” she said hesitantly and he kissed her again.

“Stand up for a minute for me, darling,” he ordered and she obeyed. She watched as he removed his shirt and then adjusted the pills on the bed. When he had them how he wanted them, he guided her down onto the bed. He maneuvered her so her hips rested on a pillow, raising her ass in the air. He’d also arranged a pillow for her to hold onto if she wanted. She wasn’t normally inclined to grasp onto her hide moans in a pillow, but tonight she thought there was a chance she’d need to. She squeezed the pillow and tensed when she saw him take the jar of oil from the nightstand.

“I need you to relax for me, darling,” he said, running a soothing hand up and down her spine. “Take a few deep breaths.” She did as he said and slowly relaxed. She heard him uncap the bottle and then he parted her cheeks so he could access her more easily. She stiffened again when she felt a cool, wet finger press against her puckered hole. He pressed a kiss to the bottom of her spine and she took another deep breath as he played around her entrance, applying pressure, but not yet breaching it. As she got used to the sensation, she finally relaxed completely and that’s when he pushed in. She squawked at the foreign sensation as he slowly pushed into her and tensed. She felt every groove in his finger as she clenched around it.

“Are you all right? Does this hurt?” he checked in.

“It doesn’t hurt,” she replied. “But it…it feels weird.”

“Good weird or bad weird?” Astarion asked and she looked over her shoulder to see him grinning in amusement. She scowled.

“Just weird,” she replied tersely. His free hand soothingly massaged the back of one of her thighs.

“You’ll get used to the feeling,” he promised. “I know if can be shocking the first time. Now try and relax again, darling. I can’t move without hurting you while you’re this tensed against me.” She listened and took a few deep breaths. This time, she also fantasized over their post-coital cuddling and her muscles eased up faster.

“That’s good, darling,” he praised and began to move his finger inside her. Her brows furrowed at the strange sensation, but after a while, she did grow accustomed to his exploratory thrusts. And it wasn’t awful. She could feel a spark of interest between her legs, but the interest died when she felt another finger at her entrance. He began to slide a second finger in with the first, and this time, there was pain. She tensed and the pain sharpened as she stretched around his fingers. She let out a sputtering gasp, and he stopped.

“You need to relax, darling. You’ll only make this painful if you’re this tense,” Astarion said.

“I tensed because it hurts,” she panted between quick breaths.

“It can be a little painful at first. It shouldn’t be unbearable though. I’ll use more oil,” he told her and removed both fingers. She took the moment to suck in a few deep breaths and almost managed to relax before both fingers were at her entrance again. They slowly pushed in, but even with the extra oil, there was still a slight pain from the stretch. She focused on her breathing and tried to set her mind on a fantasy of the them together, but she couldn’t fully ignore the odd feeling of his fingers dragging against her inner walls in a part of her body she was growing more and more sure of that he didn’t belong in.

“Tell him to stop then,” a voice inside her head said. She opened her mouth to do so, but stopped. This was something Astarion really wanted. He’d asked her for this, and despite always being the one in charge of their sexual escapades, he rarely asked for anything. She had to at least give it a fair chance, and in her opinion, two fingers were not a fair chance. Two fingers were barely a chance at all. So, she continued to draw in shallow breaths until his fingers were pushed fully inside her. He stopped moving and she tried to focus her mind on anything but the ache caused by his fingers inside her.

Thankfully, he also wanted her mind on something else. He leaned over her and kissed her cheek. He trailed kissed up to her ear and sucked the lobe into his mouth. She gasped and couldn’t help a slight thrust of her hips. The movement caused him to move inside her, but he didn’t give her a second to think about the slight pain it caused. He used his free hand to brush her hair off her neck and began to kiss and nibble his way down her neck. He then moved to a shoulder blade and pressed a soft kiss to it before he bit down, though not hard enough to break skin. This time when she thrust down, there was enough friction to tease her clit and a spike of pleasure went through her so strong that even his fingers inside her felt good and she moaned.

She felt him smile against her shoulder, and he started to move his fingers inside her again. There was a slight sting as he pumped and scissored her open, but she was beginning to enjoy the feeling. She experimentally thrust her hips back towards him and groaned as his fingers sunk impossibly deeper insider her.

“Mmm. Yes. That’s it, darling,” he practically purred.

“Harder,” she ordered and he laughed but obeyed. He thrust harshly into her a few times and she chased after her please as she thrust into the pillow and then back on his fingers. She let out a frustrated whine when he removed his fingers completely. She opened her mouth to complain, but her jaw snapped shut when she felt three fingers prodding at her entrance. She tried to remain relaxed and focus on the pleasure she’d been feeling, but she couldn’t even think to move her hips to get friction as the sharp, burning sting returned worse than ever as he stretched her wide. She bit her lip as her eyes watered and tried to bear it, but the pain worsened the deeper he went and she whimpered, feeling a tear spill over and down her cheek. He immediately removed his fingers.

“Okay, Ailis. I’m stopping,” he said in a soothing tone. He tried to help her roll over, but she resisted.

“No. I’m fine,” she said, quickly brushing the tear away. “You can continue.” She glanced over her shoulder and saw him frowning.

“Ailis, you clearly don’t like this,” he said.

“I was enjoying it a minute ago. I just need to adjust. Now, come on,” she urged, raising her hips up to put her ass on display, trying to tempt him back into sex.

“Ailis, sit up,” he ordered and she sighed. She shifted onto her side and rested her head on her hand so she could look up at him. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face and gave her a soft look. “Why are you trying to force yourself through this and why do you want me to let you?”

“You asked to try this,” she said, frowning.

“Yes. And you agreed to it,” he said, “but you aren’t enjoying this.”

“I was enjoying it a few minutes ago. I just…”

“You were enjoying humping against the pillow,” he said. “You were tolerating me fingering your ass.” She scowled.

“I didn’t tell you to stop, so why are you?” she snapped. “You have the go ahead.”

“Why would I want to keep doing something you’re not enjoying?” he said.

“You like anal sex,” she said.

“Yes, but I like you more and you don’t,” he replied looking completely baffled by her obstinance.

“You asked for this. You almost never ask for anything when it comes to sex,” she cried. “So, I need to give this a fair chance.” He stared at her with wide eyes and tugged his hair with his hands before taking a deep and unneeded breath.

“I think you’ve given it a fair chance, Ailis,” he said gently.

“A few fingers aren’t a fair chance,” she argued.

“I think it is,” he said. Angry tears filled her eyes.

“Well, I don’t,” she replied. “It’s not a fair chance until you get your dick in me and actually fuck me.” The tears spilled over. He brushed them away before she could.

“I think we should stop, Ailis,” he said softly.

“No,” she refused. He sighed, but nodded.

“I’m only going to agree to continue if you accept my bargain, all right?” he said.

“What bargain?” she asked.

“If you aren’t enjoying it after I’m inside you after three thrusts, we’re putting an end to this,” he stated firmly. “I think we should put an end to this now, but I will continue against my better judgement if you agree to this bargain.”

“Ten thrusts,” she bargained.

“Five,” he returned with a sigh.

“Eight.”

“Five, Ailis,” he said. “No more.”

“Fine,” she snapped. “Five.” She flopped back over on her stomach. He snorted. She waited for him to resume prepping her, but he draped himself over her back and grabbed her arm and then brought I down underneath her and settled her fingers over her core.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

“W…what?” she said. He pressed their entwined hands down so her fingers put pressure on her clit. She gasped.

“Touch yourself,” he repeated, practically growling in her ear. She mewled and began rubbing circles over her clit. He removed his hand as she began to work herself over. His fingers returned to her entrance. She hesitated for a second. “Don’t stop, Ailis.” She continued and he sunk one, then two fingers back inside her. She groaned, but any discomfort she felt was outweighed by the pleasure from the attention she was giving to her clit. He thrust his fingers in her once, then twice, and on the third thrust, she pushed her hips back to meet him.

The next time she felt him at her entrance, three fingers breached her. The burn returned, but she continued to play with herself and after a moment, the burn eased and she fucked herself back on his fingers as he pushed into her and scissored her open. Suddenly, he removed all fingers and she whined in complaint.

“Sorry, darling, but I believe you wanted a change of position,” Astarion teased, rolling her over onto her back. She reached up for him to pull him into a kiss and he humored her. When he pulled away, he reached for the pillow under her and tugged it until she was positioned how he wanted her, with her hips lifted up off the mattress. He removed his pants and undergarment and she saw his thick and turgid cock and felt a spark of anxiety. It was far larger than three fingers.

“You’re not going to fit,” she said. He smirked, and she could tell he was stifling a laugh.

“I’ll fit,” he assured her. “Are you ready?” She wasn’t sure, but she nodded. His cocked lined up to her entrance and began to push in. The burn was worse than each time before. She bit her lip to keep from whimpering, but she couldn’t help a tear from escaping. “I can stop, Ailis.”

“We agreed on five thrusts,” she ground out through gritted teeth.

“But if this is unbearable for you…”

“It’s not. Continue,” she ordered. He sighed.

“Try to relax. And keep touching yourself, Ailis. I didn’t tell you that you could stop,” he said. She groaned and did as he ordered, increasing pressure on her clit to combat the burn as he pushed into her until finally, he bottomed out. She panted as she tried to adjust to him. Astarion was large. Even vaginally, he was a lot to take, but she didn’t think she ever felt so full as she did right now. She used the arm she wasn’t using to pleasure herself to wrap around his waist to keep him close. He kissed her damp cheek and then slowly began to slide out. He pulled back only about halfway, before slowly thrusting back in. She took a deep breath and bore another two thrusts. On the fourth her drew back farther, and she wrapped a leg around him and pushed at him when he thrust in, forcing him somehow even deeper inside her.

They both groaned, and Astarion stopped holding back. He pulled all the way out, and then shoved back in. She felt the burn of it, but the sensation was almost pleasurable now. The next time he thrust in she pushed forward to meet him. One of his hands found hers and forced it to the mattress by her head, and held it there gently with his own. They kissed sloppily, though passionately as they moved together, panting into each other’s open mouths as they joined together. Ailis felt his rhythm start to falter and knew he was about to cum. She was nearly there herself. Tension was building in her core. Sparks of pleasure shooting off like electricity as she played over her clit. Muscles in her thighs and core were twitching and she felt her cunt start to clench. She increased the pressure on her clit and her body jerked as she went over the edge. All thought seeped from her mind as the world around her faded.

When she came back to herself, she noticed Astarion had stopped moving. He laid across her torso, and was pressing gentle kisses to her neck. She could feel him still inside her, though he was soft now. He’d also found release. She lifted a hand and carded it through his now messy, white curls. He smiled against her jugular and then pushed himself up so he could look at her face.

“How are you feeling, darling,” he asked. His smile was fond and relaxed, but she saw caution and worry in his eyes. She cupped his face in her hands and gently pulled him down to her for a deep and languorous kiss.

“Never been better,” she replied when the kiss ended. He smiled and stroked her cheek.

“Did you like it though?” he asked. “And don’t lie to me. Please.” She hesitated, and thought over her response. She didn’t hate it, but…

“Maybe we can relegate it to special occasions,” she said. “When is your birthday?” He laughed and kissed her again. When he pulled back this time, he also pulled out of her and she winced. He immediately moved down her body to inspect her entrance. She grimaced as he probed a her gently for a moment.

“No tears,” he told her.

“I didn’t think there would be,” she said. “You said you’d make this a good experience for me.” He smiled and they kissed again before he rolled off of her and then pulled her back against his chest. His arms wrapped snuggly around her.

“Thank you for this,” he murmured in her ear. She smiled, and snuggled back against him, trying to eliminate any space between their skin. She started to drift off to sleep when suddenly her eyes shot open wide ad her heart began to pound against her ribcage. The cold, icy grip of fear latched onto her as she realized what she’d been trying to suppress for weeks now. What she felt was the absolute truth. This was no longer a fling to her. She loved him…and that terrified her.

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Chapter Six: The Terrible, Awful, No Good, Very Bad Day

Astarion's secret is revealed to the group. There are mixed feelings about it. Ailis is suffering the after effects of letting Astarion drink from her and dealing with her group's reaction to Astarion. It's proving to be a rough day.

Notes:

Author's Note: Here is the next installment. Just a note, that I am keeping some Early Access information. A line in Early Access where Astarion said something about being around before Tav's ancestors could even crawl made me think he was much older when turned than what appears to be canon in game. I actually find that to be more interesting so he is much older. I also have different ages for other characters in my own headcanon. You can see below. I hope you enjoy the chapter and if you have time please leave a review. They motivate me. Character Ages: Wyll-30 Karlack- 30 Shadowheart-28 Gale-35 Lae'zel- 22 Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3. All rights belong to Larian Studios.

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"You weren't waking up, Ailis," Wyll said.

"What do you mean? I'm awake now," she replied.

"After a lot of effort in trying to rouse you," Shadowheart said.

"Normally, you're one of the first awake in camp. It was odd when everyone else was moving about and you were still asleep," Gale told her.

"Still asleep with the rest of us all moving around you," Wyll added.

"We tried calling you for breakfast, but you didn't even stir," Gale continued. "Lae'zel even shouted for you to wake up, but you slept right through it."

"Well, I'm awake now," she repeated, finally pushing herself to a seated position. "Is breakfast still..."

"Ailis, your neck!" Shadowheart gasped. Ailis' hand immediately flew to her neck and winced at the throbbing ache from the bruise left by Astarion's bite. She could feel dried blood covering a small expanse of skin.

"Oh...that," she replied meekly.

"That's all you have to say? 'Oh that'?" Gale cried. "Ailis, what bit you?"

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Kinktober Day 9: Hunter/Prey

Summary: Ailis and Astarion decide to play a game of hunter vs prey. They're prize? Getting to do whatever they want to the other.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s). I have started the fic. If you like this please consider checking out my main fic, This is Me Trying. (Can you tell I like Taylor Swift?) Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. I also have the fic posted on AO3.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tags: Hunter/Prey, Ball Gag, Extremely Dubious Consent**, Rough Sex, Safeword Ignored, Disassociation, NSFW

Additional Notes: This work involves Spawn Astarion, but it's early in their relationship and he's darker than previously written in these. Be warned.

** Also, I've gone back and forth on whether I should include rape in the tags, but I landed on dubious consent. If you feel I should add rape to the tags please let me know. I will add it. If you are reading this and anything I am stating makes you think you could run into a trigger in this fic then I would suggest skipping this one. My feelings won't be hurt. I want everyone to protect their own peace.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

It was a beautiful summer night. Warm, but not muggy. There was not a cloud in the sky. The stars and moon shone a pearlescent light across the landscape. Crickets played a harmonious melody that brought a feeling of peace over their camp. Ailis enjoyed the clear reflection of the night sky as she washed the night’s dishes. Usually, she didn’t care for the task, but it was hard to be bothered on a night like this. It reminded her of the summer nights she spent with her mother catching fireflies that danced across their farm. She took her time scrubbing the dinnerware clean. She turned to place a dried plate in its crate and let out a startled yelp, dropping the plate to the dirt. She scowled as she picked it back up and began to rewash it.

“Can’t you step on a twig or something?” she grumbled at Astarion, who had a smug grin on his face.

“I can’t help it, darling. I am a predator. Our prey isn’t supposed to know we’re approaching them,” he replied snidely. She shot him an unamused glare.

“I think I’m going to back Shadowheart’s idea and have you wear a bell around camp,” she muttered. Astarion snorted.

“I’d like to see you try,” he said.

“You know, you should be very nice to me right now, considering it’s your night to do the dishes,” Ailis pointed out.

“I didn’t ask you to do them for me,” he replied. “Why are you washing them anyway? Trying to butter me up? Want something from me?”

“Oh yeah, cause everything I do is about pleasing you,” she snapped. “I’m doing the dishes for you so we can all be spared your grumbling. And they’ll actually be clean for the morning meal for a change.”

“They’re clean when I wash them,” he whined.

“You don’t wash them, Astarion,” she cried. “You dunk them in the water once and call it a job well done. Meanwhile, the rest of us are forced to eat off dirty plates at the next meal.” He scowled.

“Well, it’s not fair to ask me to do the dishes when I don’t contribute to the mess!” he exclaimed. “What do I need a plate for?”

“You’re a member of this camp,” Ailis stated. “You’re beholden to the same chores everyone else is.”

“Fine,” he snapped and snatched the wet plate out of her hands. He made aggressive eye contact as he dried it thoroughly and then placed it in the crate. “The dishes are done.”

“You’re infuriating,” she said, lifting the crate and starting back to camp.

“You’re just angry that I can get the better of you,” Astarion replied, walking alongside her. He did not offer to carry the heavy crate.

“Oh, please. I could snap your spine in two in under a minute,” she snapped.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that, darling,” he replied stiffly, “but that’s not what I meant. You aren’t used to being caught unawares. It bothers you that I can approach you without your notice.”

“Because you purposefully sneak around!” she argued. “If you approached like a normal person or if I knew you were seeking me out, I’d notice.”

“Why don’t we put that to the test?” he suggested. “You can see if you can avoid me as I hunt you through the woods. I’ll even give you a five-minute head start.” She considered his game. She should really ignore his taunting, but she felt the need to prove her competence.

“Am I allowed a weapon?” she asked. “The woods are dangerous at night.”

“Of course, Ailis. I wouldn’t have you defenseless. Just don’t use it on me when I inevitably hunt you down,” he replied. His arrogant tone made her decision for her.

“Fine. When are we doing this? Tonight?” she questioned.

“Oh no, darling,” he replied. “I like to anticipate the hunt. I’m looking forward to anticipating my prize all day tomorrow.”

“Your prize?” she replied, raising her eyebrows.

“Yes. My prize. When I catch you tomorrow night, I’ll win this bet and a bet must have an award to it,” he said. She rolled her eyes.

“Fine,” she agreed. “What do you want?”

“Hmm,” he hummed, considering. He ran a hand sensually over her clothed body and she couldn’t help a shiver from running through her. “It would be fun to mark up your skin and then lick away every ounce of blood spilled.”

“Absolutely not,” she replied. “I have enough scars.”

“It’s my prize for winning though, which means I should get what I want,” he said glibly. “Of course, if you manage to evade me, you win and you can do whatever you want to me.”

“Whatever I want?” she questioned. She knew what would make her happy.

“Yes, darling. Whatever dirty thing you want,” he replied. I am curious what you have in mind.”

“You’ll find out tomorrow when I win,” she said cheerfully.

“Don’t be delusional, darling. It doesn’t suit you,” he replied.

“We’ll see if I’m delusional tomorrow, won’t we?” she said feeling even more determined to win. “Have a good night. You’ll need the rest for tomorrow.”

The anticipation throughout the next day nearly killed her. It was almost impossible to focus on the day’s tasks or to pay attention to her surroundings. She blundered through the day until, finally, it was time to return to camp. She made a stop at the grove for supplies for the night’s adventure before joining the others at camp. She ate her dinner quickly, and then packed a bag of supplies before meeting Astarion at the edge of the forest.

“Ready, darling?” he asked after they’d discussed a few rules.

“I’m ready,” she said. “Are you?” His lips quirked up in amusement.

“Yes. I’m quite ready to enjoy my prize at the end of this,” he said. “Do try to make the hunt difficult for me, though. It’s always disappointing when it’s too easy.” She rolled her eyes.

“I think it’s going to be a difficult night for you when you lose,” she replied.

“We’ll see,” he said. “Do you have everything you need?” She nodded. “All right, then. You have twenty minutes to get ahead of me. After that the hunt begins.”

“I thought you were only giving me a five-minute head start,” she said.

“I would find you too easily,” he said. “This way will be more fun.” She snorted and then stepped into the woods. She quickly lightened her step though and began to cover some ground. She did her best not to lay any kind of trail.

It wasn’t long though, before her confidence began to wane and she started to think this game was a mistake. The thick canopy of the trees blocked out much of the moon and starlight. She couldn’t see very far ahead, and despite her best efforts, tripped over roots and other debris. She’d packed a torch in case of emergency, but she refused to light it. The fire would immediately give away her position.

The darkness was cloying though, and it felt like the forest was closing in on her. It was also disturbingly quiet. No animals scuttled about or made their usual various chatter. They sensed a predator on the loose as keenly as she did. Even though she knew who was hunting her and that she was safe, goosebumps prickled her skin and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Her instincts screamed that she was in danger. She ignored her instinct. She was safe.

Still, she felt an increasing need to get out from under the trees. She decided to risk traveling on the shore of the river. She’d find a calm spot to cross. It would throw her scent and she believed she was still far enough ahead of Astarion that he wouldn’t hear any potential splashing. She reached the edge of the forest and peeked out at the shore from behind a tree. The area looked clear.

Carefully, she stepped out into the open and approached the river. The water was traveling quickly, but the light from the moon was bright enough for her to make out the pebbled riverbed all the way out to the middle. It was very shallow here. She decided to cross and travel alongside the tree line on the other side. She slowly stepped into the river to avoid making a splash. She began wading across it, never lifting her feet high enough to break the surface. It was slow progress.

“She had gotten halfway across when she heard rustling in the woods behind her. She whipped her head around to look over her shoulder, but she didn’t see anything. She was about to continue when she heard more rustling and a frightened and pained cry. She took off in a dead run, splashing her way across the rest of the river and then she took off into the woods before her. She ran until her lungs felt like they were about to burst.

She leaned against a tree as she caught her breath. As her breathing evened out, she felt the adrenaline fade from her body. Her senses came back to her and she realized her mistake. She hadn’t paid any attention to her surroundings as she’d ran. She was fairly certain she’d run as straight a course as possible, but she wasn’t sure how far off course she was. She could scream. Astarion would probably hear her. Or she could just wait until he found her. He was most likely right on her tail anyway with all the noise she’d just made. But both of those options meant she’d lose the game. She’d rather lose trying than just giving up.

She decided to find her way back to the river and recross it. She would determine her next step from there. She turned back in the general direction she thought she’d run from and began to trek back. Anxiety prickled her skin as after she’d been walking for a while, she hadn’t come across the river. Nothing looked familiar to her. She picked up her pace, moving at a light job, until she finally heard the river babbling through the brush.

Ailis stepped back out onto the shore. She was relieved to see she was only a few feet down from where she’d originally crossed. She moved back to that spot and this time managed to silently cross the river. She ducked back into the woods. As much as she loathed the claustrophobic feeling of the trees at night, she’d drawn too much attention to her position to stay in the open.

She began to carefully pick her way through the brush again. Her head moved constantly around as she scanned for any sign of movement. Ahead of her, a bush began to shake. She tensed and gripped the handle of the knife attached to her belt. Most likely, it was just Astarion messing with her before her caught her, but there was an abundance of wildlife in these woods. And plenty of those animals might decide to attack her.

The bush rustled for another moment and then a raccoon stumbled out of it. Ailis let go of the knife. She felt relief at the sight of the harmless animal and then sympathy as she saw the large wound on its leg. This was the creature that made all that screeching before that had sent her running. The ruckus had been a predator attack. A failed one. When the raccoon noticed her, it immediately began to hiss and it arched its back to appear larger.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you,” she said in a soothing tone. It did nothing to calm the raccoon. It stomped its feet, causing its wounded leg to buckle and knock it off balance. “Oh, don’t do that! You’re hurt.” She pulled her backpack off and dug through it until she found the potion of animal speaking she’d packed. She quickly downed the potion.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” she said. “Please calm down.” The raccoon cocked its head at her as it got back on its feet.

“Leg hurts,” it whined. She noticed he wasn’t putting any weight on it now.

“I can see that,” she said. “Can I take a look at it?” The raccoon chittered. It looked unsure. “I just want to see if I can help.”

“Okay. Have look,” he submitted. She knelt in front of the raccoon and gently held onto his paw and looked at the wound. It was still bleeding and she could see down to the muscle, though not the bone. She carefully prodded around the leg and was relieved to find it wasn’t broken. If the wound didn’t get infected and the raccoon avoided fights or other predations he might live.

“I’m going to clean this wound and bandage it. It will come off on its own after a time, but try not to pick at it,” she said pulling out her medical supplies. “It’s important to keep it as clean as possible.” She got to work quickly, and soon had the bandage in place. The raccoon tested the leg and was able to put weight on it and walk.

“Feel better! Thanks. You friend,” the raccoon chittered. She smiled at him.

“Take care of yourself now, okay?” she said. The raccoon nodded and then waddled off into the forest. She also continued, making her way through the brush. She flinched at every noise she heard. Every second she expected Astarion to appear, but she continued to evade him. More likely, he was just toying with her. He probably had his eyes on her right now and was enjoying her increasing anxiety. The bushes behind her rustled and she whirled around to see what had snuck up on her.

“Ouch!” a pained shout called out and she recognized the voice. She quickly moved through the bushes and found Astarion trying to kick off a raccoon with a bandaged leg.

“Don’t kick him!” Ailis said rushing over.

“The damn thing won’t let go,” Astarion snapped.

“I’ll get him to let go. Quit trying to throw him off,” she said kneeling down so she was closer to her furry friend. “Let go of him please.”

“Monster. Stalking you,” the raccoon said and hissed at Astarion.

“The monster is my friend. We’re playing a game. He’s safe,” Ailis said.

“Safe?” the raccoon repeated.

“Yes. Safe,” she assured him and after a moment, he let go of Astarion’s leg. “Thanks for looking out for me.”

“You friend,” the raccoon said and with a last suspicious glance at Astarion, disappeared back into the woods.

“Were you just speaking with that creature?” Astarion asked.

“Yes. I used a potion of animal speaking earlier so I could get him to let me bandage his leg,” she replied. “Poor thing got attacked.”

“I heard,” Astarion replied and then gave her a sultry smile and pulled her to him by her waist. “I also heard you, and now that I’ve caught you…”

“You didn’t catch me. I caught you,” she said.

“Hmm?” he hummed giving her a confused look.

“I found you first. I win,” she said with a triumphant smile. He started to frown.

“I wouldn’t say you found me first, darling,” he replied, his tone slightly strained. “I knew where you were. I was just about to make my appearance known.”

“But I found you before that happened and we agreed that we had to make the other known that they were found to count as a win,” Ailis said. “Or I had to avoid you completely. No stalking outside the hunt to find me was allowed. You apparently decided to disregard that rule. I made my presence aware to you when I found you, so I win!”

“You only found me because your damn raccoon attacked me!” Astarion cried. “You used a potion to conspire with the wildlife. You cheated!”

“At no point did we say the potion of animal speaking couldn’t be used,” she replied calmly. She watched Astarion’s stormy expression as he tried to find something to retort with, but his shoulders slumped in defeat. She felt surprised when his expression slipped immediately back to seductive.

“All right then, darling. What do you have planned for me?” he purred. She hesitated, feeling a flicker of concern, but shook it off and pulled her pack off her shoulders and dug through it. If he really wanted to protest, he would, she thought. After a moment of searching, she held up what she’d been looking for to Astarion to see. It was a leather belt with a red ball in the middle instead of a buckle.

“A ball gag?” Astarion said, eyebrows raised. “Where did you get that?”

“From a rather amused druid,” she replied, grinning hugely. A muscle ticked in Astarion’s cheek as if he were about to smile, but his mouth remained a neutral line.

“Is this your way of telling me I talk too much?” he said.

“If it wouldn’t be too mean, I’d have you wear it during our travels, but since I’m nice I’ll just use it on you for this occasion,” she replied lightly. She was teasing him of course. Although some things he said certainly annoyed or even angered her, she would never want to restrict him from expressing his thoughts or opinions. The gag was just meant for a bit of fun. Astarion’s expression remained neutral though.

“All right. Place it on me,” he said. She hesitated. Something in his manner didn’t feel quite right. Usually, he was very flirtatious and open during their sexual encounters. Right now, he was very stiff and guarded. He wasn’t telling her no, though. She thought maybe he’d never used a gag before and was just nervous. More likely he was just mad that he’d lost the game. She moved closer after a moment. He would let her know if he needed her to stop. She held the gag up so the red ball was just in front of his mouth.

“Open,” she ordered, and he listened. She gently pushed the ball into his mouth. She’d worried his fangs wouldn’t work with this gag, but it fit fine and didn’t appear to be putting any pressure on his fangs. She leaned into his chest as she fastened the lock of the gag in place behind his head and adjusted it to fit snugly. She ignored the part of her mind that wished he’d put his arms around her as she did this.

“Is it too tight?” she asked. He tried to speak and she bit her lips to stop from laughing at the scowl that appeared on his face when he remembered he couldn’t talk. He shook his head. “Good. Now listen to me, cause this next bit’s important. If at any time you want or need the gag removed just tap me three times, okay? Nod that you understand.” He nodded.

“All right, then. On your knees,” she ordered. She half expected him to refuse, but he obeyed. He watched her warily from where he kneeled on the ground. She fisted her hand tightly in his white curls, and pulled his head back a little, but then noticed there was actual fear in his eyes. She loosened her grip so he could pull his head away if he wanted to, and kissed him softly on the cheek. The fear was gone, but he still looked cautious. “Three taps, Astarion. That’s how you get out of this.”

She waited to see if he would do it, but he didn’t. Taking that to mean he didn’t want to stop, she continued. She pulled his shirt off and then, using both hands, she shoved at his chest. He fell back onto his behind. Before he could recover, she knelt in front of him and draped herself over them until he laid flat on his back on the ground. She traced her tongue along one of his ears and then nipped the earlobe. She smirked when this caused him to moan, the sound muffled by the gag. She trailed kisses down his jaw and throat and then bit gently into the skin where the neck met shoulder. Her hands flew to her waist and she waited to see if he was going to use the signal. He didn’t.

She continued trailing kisses down his chest, nipping lightly at the skin every now and again. She continued down his abdomen until she reached his pants. She palmed his cock through his pants and squeezed through the fabric. He moaned, and she wasted no more time teasing him. She unlaced his pants and shoved them down to his knees. She stroked his cock to full hardness and then kissed the tip before taking him in her mouth. She smirked around his cock as she listened to him moan and cry out around the gag. She worked him with her mouth and when she felt he was about to cu she stopped. She smiled at the frustrated groan and glanced up at his face. Drool was dripping down his chin. She felt her own desire flare in her gut at the sight. She expected to see an indignant scowl when she looked in his eyes, but she was shocked to see they were completely vacant.

He looked as if he were miles way. By his body’s reactions, she had assumed he was enjoying himself. Nor had he given her the signal asking for her to stop. She now wondered if he was even aware enough of what was happening to be able to use the signal. He’d drifted away slightly at other times when they’d had sex. He always said he was just holding back so as not to hurt her or lose control. She’d never thought that was the whole story and now, she was sure. She quickly worked a hand behind his head and unlocked the gag, before easing it out of his mouth. She was alarmed when he didn’t seem to realize the gag was gone.

“Astarion,” she said, but he didn’t even look at her. She began carding her fingers through his hair, offering a kind touch for comfort, while she shook his shoulder gently with her other hand. “Astarion! Look at me.” His gaze turned to her. At first, she could tell he was just obeying an order, but after a moment, she saw awareness return to his expression and she felt immensely relieved.

“Ailis?” he said.

“Yes. It’s me,” she replied gently, tugging in an errant white curl that had fallen onto his forehead.

“You stopped. Why?” he asked, sounding baffled. She glanced at him warily.

“Astarion, I went to check on you and you weren’t at all present,” she said. He suddenly looked annoyed.

“I’ve told you, darling,” he said, sitting up and she followed. “Sometimes my desire for your blood gets a little too strong. I must hold myself back to keep myself from hurting you. I should have found an animal to consume while I was hunting you.”

“If that’s the case, why didn’t you use the signal?” she asked.

“I’ve never told you I need to stop before over it,” he replied.

“You always had the ability to,” Ailis said. “I gave you a signal to use because you wouldn’t be able to speak with the gag. Are you saying you’ve wanted to stop before this time, but didn’t say anything? Did you just disregard using the signal or were you so spaced out you couldn’t?”

“You are looking for problems, darling,” he replied tersely. “I’ve never needed to stop before and I didn’t need to now.” She bit her lip, unsure how to respond. It felt like there was a deeper issue at play here, that caused him to zone out. She wasn’t convinced he had a problem with bloodlust. She wasn’t sure if she should push the issue. They weren’t in a real relationship. They were just two people fooling around and letting off some steam. They weren’t even friends, really. Although she had grown to appreciate Astarion, she didn’t care for him all that much. She found his callous disregard for others chilling and his tendency to rile up the group frustrating.

“Are we continuing, darling?” Astarion asked. He sounded impatient. She was tempted to call it off tonight, but she was already worked up. And the vampire spawn was quick to say when something displeased him usually. Surely, he wouldn’t suffer through sex just for her benefit. Still, she was done with the gag. He may not want to admit it, but he clearly didn’t like it. At least, not being used on him.

“We can continue,” she said, “but just do what you wanted tonight. Forget the gag.”

“You won, darling. It’s rightfully your pick on what we do tonight,” she said snippily. “Besides, I recall you saying you didn’t want what I had in mind.” She shrugged.

“It’s fine,” she said. “Just don’t cut anywhere that’s readily visible to others.” Astarion gazed at her consideringly for a moment, and then took the gag out of her hand and held it up to her face. Surprised, she opened her mouth to ask him what he was planning to do, but he roughly shoved the gag inside. Her exclamation of surprise was muffled by the gag. He quickly fastened the clasp behind her head and then pulled back to look at her.

“Hmm. You were right. The gag is appealing,” he said. She felt a flash of hurt. She had made a similar remark about shutting him up, but she had been teasing. She couldn’t tell if he was or not, and suddenly wondered if he thought she’d meant it too. She had no way to ask him now. He then pushed her back and she landed with a thud onto her back. He was mirroring her own actions from earlier, though his treatment was much harsher. Her clothes were quickly removed. He then abruptly lifted her legs up over her shoulder and then leaned forward until her knees hovered around her shoulders. She whined at the rough treatment and his gaze finally met hers.

“Three taps, darling,” he said and then he slammed into her. She cried out around the gag and her fingers dug into the dirt beneath her as they clenched from the surprise and mild pain. There had been no prep and she was struggling to adjust to him inside her. He gave her no time to as he pulled out completely and then thrust back in, setting a punishing rhythm. Spit gurgled out of her mouth around the gag and dribbled down her chin and cheeks as she moaned and cried out from his brutal thrusts.

She tried to catch his gaze, but realized he wasn’t even looking at her. His gaze was forward, somewhere over her head and she knew he was disassociating again. She moved a hand up to tap his shoulder and use their signal, but his hand gripped her own and pulled it up above her head. He did the same with the other hand and then pinned them in a crushing grip. Her protests were muffled by the gag. She wasn’t sure he could hear her anyway. Her only option left was to bear it. She tried to make her body as malleable as possible as she rocked with each thrust. It didn’t take too long for his rhythm to falter and he came as he pulled out of her. She felt his cool cum spurt across her folds and up to her lower abdomen, and grimaced. Mess was just a part of sex and usually it turned her on, but she could only feel disgust right now.

Her attention was drawn back to him when she felt him pulling her open her leg to increase his access and she realized he intended to make her finish. She gave a cry in protest around the gag and tugged her leg from his grasp. He let her go and glanced up at her in surprise. A part of her was relieved to see he was fully present now, but a larger part of her burned with anger. She had treated him with care, giving up her prize so he could feel comfortable. He had just used her like an object; one he didn’t care much about. This wasn’t a relationship. Neither of them really cared much for the other, but she had treated him with respect and he had just thrown that back in her face. She reached back behind her head and started fumbling with the clasp on the gag, but she couldn’t get it. She felt his cool hand brush hers aside and he unfastened it for her and pulled the gag away.

“Darling?” he questioned. She ignored him and worked her jaw for a moment as she sat up before wiping the drool away and then turning to look for her clothes. She’d just found her shirt when she felt him pull t her leg again. She jerked out of his grip again. “Darling, you didn’t get to cum.” She could feel his eyes on her face, but she refused to meet them.

“It’s fine. I don’t need to,” she replied, keeping her tone neutral. She grabbed her shirt and started slipping it on. She could put the upper undergarment on later when she got back to camp.

“It’s not fine, love. Mutual pleasure, remember?” he said with a sultry smile. He placed his hand on her leg again and this time she kicked him hard in the chest. Hard enough to push him backwards onto his behind. He looked shocked for a moment, and then angry. “What in the Hells was that for?!” She ignored him as she finished slipping her shirt on and began looking for her pants. “If you’re angry because we didn’t do this your way that’s on you. I didn’t call it off. You did. And I was considerate enough to not enact what I wanted from my prize on you.” Now she did meet his gaze and her lips curled in disgust.

“You think I’m upset because the night didn’t play out the way I wanted?!” she practically growled. He looked at her completely abashed for a moment before growing defensive.

“I can’t think of any other reason for you to be upset,” he replied coolly. She stared at him. There was no true emotion on his face. Any expression he wore was a mask to cover his callousness. He was a vampire spawn, she reminded herself. He didn’t care. He couldn’t care. She snatched her pants off the ground and hurriedly pulled them on. She felt him staring at her as she picked up her discarded pack. “Ailis…”

“I’m not going to explain something to you that you are incapable of understanding,” she snapped. “I’ll see you in the morning.” She moved through the woods until she got back to camp. She moved to the river and cleaned herself up before going straight to her tent. Once inside, she up in a ball on her bedroll; her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. She swore it was the last time she ever let a man make her feel so small, and then she burst into tears. She promised herself that every time. She just never learned.

#astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #bg3 #kinktober

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mystique-6 · 1 year ago

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WIP Wednesday

Here's a sneak peak to my next chapter of This is Me Trying. I try to post these when I think I'm a week or two away and that is the projected time I expect to finish, however, my life is crazy right now and my anxiety and stress are high which can effect my ability to write, so it may be a bit longer and this would be early.

Here is a link to the fic if you're interested in reading it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51645679/chapters/130551430

Ailis woke to the sound of a commotion. She frowned and tried to bring her groggy mind to full consciousness, but it felt like her brain was in a fog. The rest of her body didn't feel any better. She felt nauseous and dizzy and her neck ached. She winced as she stirred and tried to remember what had happened last night. It came to her just as she felt someone begin shaking her. Her eyes shot open to see Wyll staring at her with a concerned face.

"Glad to see you awake, Chief," Wyll greeted her sounding relieved. "You feeling all right?"

"I'm sure it's nothing that some breakfast won't cure," she replied pushing up onto her elbows. It was harder than it should have been. She noticed then, that her other companions, aside from Astarion, were all huddled around her looking worried. "What's with all the worried faces?"

"You weren't waking up, Ailis," Wyll said.

"What do you mean? I'm awake now," she replied.

"After a lot of effort in trying to rouse you," Shadowheart said.

"Normally, you're one of the first awake in camp. It was odd when everyone else was moving about and you were still asleep," Gale told her.

"Still asleep with the rest of us all moving around you," Wyll added.

"We tried calling you for breakfast, but you didn't even stir," Gale continued. "Lae'zel even shouted for you to wake up, but you slept right through it."

"Well, I'm awake now," she repeated, finally pushing herself to a seated position. "Is breakfast still..."

"Oh...that," she replied meekly.

"That's all you have to say? 'Oh that'?" Gale cried. "Ailis, what bit you?"

"Not what. Who," Wyll growled and turned to the only member of the group who wasn't shocked by her state. "Astarion! I should have known it was only a matter of time before you attacked one of us." He moved to attack.

"No, Wyll! I let him bite me. I let him!" she cried, trying to lurch to her feet, but a dizzy spell landed her on her knees. Wyll turned back to look at her.

"You let him?" he questioned. He sounded shocked and maybe a little disgusted. Her pride ruffled at the tone and she raised her chin.

"Everyone is this group needs to be in top form. He looked a stone's throw away from death..."

"Well, technically as a vampire he is dead," Gale interrupted. She gave him an unamused look.

"Look, he asked and I said yes, okay?" she said. She left out the part that he hadn't originally intended on asking. "He's done nothing wrong." Wyll didn't look like he believed her. He turned to Astarion.

"You asked? You didn't just attack her and then scare her into lying for you?" he questioned.

"She's not your damsel in distress, Wyll," Astarion replied tightly. "I don't think anyone could bully her into lying for them. Of course I asked her. I'm not a monster."

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 astarion #tav #shadowheart #lae'zel #bg3 wyll #gale

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mystique-6 · 1 year ago

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RIP Jaheira

Ugh! I'm just at the end of Act II in my first play through. I am so upset! That battle to get into Moonrise was rough. It took 4 attempts to finally win and unfortunately Jaheira died and I can't resurrect her. I was really looking forward to having her as a companion and I am sad and mad about this loss. Not enough to redo the fight though. I hated every second of it.

#bg3 #jaheira

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mystique-6 · 1 year ago

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Chapter Five: A Secret Revealed

Chapter Summary: Ailis struggles between her desire to help the tieflings but her group's tadpole problems first.

Author's Note: Here is the next installment. This work goes along with the excerpt for my WIP post. We finally got to bite night! The romance will start picking up more from here.

Warning 1: Slight mention of an eating disorder in this chapter. No character has one and it is really just mentioned but I wanted to give a warning about it.

Warning 2: I've heard recently of a problem in the fanfiction community of fanfics being printed and bound and then being sold for profit. It is illegal to sell fanfiction. I am not nearly popular enough for me to be very concerned about this happening to my own work but just in case I am asking everyone who reads this fic to not print and bind it. Fanfic needs to stay free to remain legal. This note will be added to end notes in all future posts.

Warning 3: This content is not for minors. Minors do not interact.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3. All rights belong to Larian Studios.

#bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #shadowheart #lae'zel #bg3 wyll #gale

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mystique-6 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 8: Cock Warming/Rough Sex

Summary: Astarion punishes Ailis for a perceived slight by putting her in a very uncomfortable situation.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s). I have started the fic. If you like this please consider checking out my main fic, This is Me Trying. (Can you tell I like Taylor Swift?) Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. I also have the fic posted on AO3.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tag Warnings: Cock Warming, Rough Sex, Non-con/rape, semi-public sex, penis in vagina sex, domestic violence, abuse

Additional Note: This fic involves Ascended Astarion. He is mean and nasty in this one. Mind the tags and take care of yourself.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

Ailis sat naked and impaled on Astarion’s cock as he lounged on his throne reading. He seemed to be enjoying himself, though she wasn’t sure if it was the book or her discomfort that he was amused by. If she had to guess it was the latter. He’d kept her this way for the last hour. Every time he shifted caused her minor agony as she was forced to feel sparks of pleasure. She didn’t know how he could stand it. Each time he moved, her cunt squeezed around his cock, yet he never so much as made a noise. She was tempted to do it on purpose to goad him into finishing this teasing, but she doubted it would work.

Astarion didn’t have her warming his cock for either of their pleasure. This was a punishment. He was punishing her for questioning one of his plans for the city in a meeting with other nobles he’d allied himself with. She had only done it so the holes in the plan could be fixed, but he only saw it as an insult. So, in return, he was insulting her. He knew she hated to be put on display. For whatever reason it was a boundary he typically respected, but he was pushing it today.

In addition, besides the discomfort from his cock, he had also withheld blood for the past week. He rarely starved her or any of the other spawn. This was a testament to how angry he was with her actions. He also knew she’d be more compliant if she thought behaving would earn her blood. She hated that it was working, but her throat felt like it was burning and her stomach pained her in want of sustenance. If this went on for much longer, she would lose her senses. She had them now though and she tensed as she heard footsteps approaching the throne room. She felt only minor relief when they passed by.

“You needn’t be tense like this, pet,” Astarion said, not looking away from his book. “I already told you the other spawn and servants have been warned away from entering here today.”

“Unless there’s an emergency,” she replied.

“There is very little likelihood of that occurring,” he replied with the first hint of annoyance in his voice.

“What if a guest arrives?” she asked, squirming a bit at the thought. For the first time, she heard him moan softly at the movement.

“Then they will be turned away and advised to come back tomorrow,” he said cooly, and then stilled her hips with a crushing grip. “Sit still, pet. Honestly, I might think you don’t like warming my cock with the way you’re acting.”

“You know what I don’t like,” she said through gritted teeth as she did her best to refrain from moving.

“Which is why I took all precautions to make sure we won’t be disturbed,” he said. “Now sit still, Ailis, or it will be another week without blood.” She gritted her teeth and did her best to remain still. At the mention of blood though the gnawing pain in her stomach became her focus. He had set her up to fail.

Still, she tried to do as he said, and after a moment he returned to his book. She continued to stare anxiously at the door. Her anxiety grew as his hand slipped from her hip to between her legs. She gripped the arms of the throne to prevent herself from moving as his thumb began to circle her clit, though she couldn’t stop a breathy moan from escaping. A clatter in the hallway outside the throne room made her flinch. Astarion let out an angry sigh.

“Get up, pet,” he ordered. “I guess if I want you to sit still, I’ll have to wear you out.” She lifted herself off his cock and then stood before him. He raked his eyes over her for a moment before he too, stood up. He moved to stand behind her and then she was shoved roughly towards the seat of the throne. She only just managed to get her arms out to catch herself. She felt shame and embarrassment seep through her veins at the position she was in with her face down and her ass raised prominently in the air. She felt more like an object than a person.

He grabbed both her hips in a cruel grip and then thrust into her cunt. She cried out at the brutal treatment and felt a small bit of relief that she’d been prepped by warming his cock. He set a punishing pace. Each thrust rocked her nearly off her feet. She was weakened from being deprived of blood and could barely hold herself up. After a particularly brutal thrust, she fell face first on the throne.

Astarion didn’t care and continued to pound into her. His crushing grip on her hips kept her where he wanted her. She adjusted her upper body so that her face rested on her folded arms and just stared blankly at the arm of the throne as he used her. He moved one hand to cup her ass. She winced as he squeezed harshly enough for his nails to pierce her skin, but she refrained from crying out. Her eyes widened as a finger was pressed to her rim.

“I could fuck you here, you know?” he contemplated. “Just force my way in with no prep and truly have you. It would be so much tighter than your sloppy cunt.”

“No! Please don’t,” she cried, voice cracking.

“Shh,” he said. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I love you.” Tears spilled down her cheeks. He didn’t love her. You didn’t do this to someone you loved. Finally, his rhythm began to stutter and after a few more thrusts he finished inside her. He pulled out after only a minute and pulled her into an upright position before he sat back on the throne and stared at her consideringly. She forced herself to maintain eye contact with him. Did he even feel bad at the sight of her tears? She watched as he stroked himself. His cock rose back up with interest.

“Get back to warming my cock, pet,” he ordered. “If you behave yourself the remaining time it takes me to finish my book you’ll get a cup of blood tonight.” She felt her heart sink, but did as he said. Her walls fluttered around his cock as she sank back down on it. His hand settled on her hip and she tried not to flinch at his touch as she stared blankly at the opposite wall, pointedly not looking at the door, and waited for her torment to end.

#astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav #kinktober #bg3 #ascended astarion

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mystique-6 · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday

Here's a little sneak peak at my next chapter of This is Me Trying. Hopefully, I'll be posting it in a week or two.

Ailis decided to search for Astarion in the inner grove since Shadowheart and Gale hadn't seen him in the hollow. She didn't have to go far before she spotted his perfectly coiffed hair. Unfortunately, Gale's teasing about his terrorizing the locals turned out to be true. He was currently taunting two tiefling children.

"What are you doing?" she cried, rushing over to them.

"He stole our ring and won't give it back!" one of the children cried.

"You're seriously stealing from children?" she asked disgusted.

"They stole from me first," Astarion replied petulantly. "I am holding onto this ring until they give me back my belongings. They're lucky this is all I've done for them. The proper punishment for thieving is to cut off one of their hands." The other tiefling child squeaked.

"No one is losing their hands," she assure the children and then turned back o Astarion. "Give them their ring back. Or pay for it. One of the two."

"Not until they return my belongings," Astarion said. Ailis raised a fist to her forehead as she took a deep breath. She lowered it and looked back at the children.

"Please return his belongings," she said.

"How do we know he'll actually give the ring back if we do that?" the first child challenged.

"Oh, by the Gods!" she sighed, praying for patience. "I will return everyone's items to them. Astarion, give me the ring." She turned to the second child. "You, give me his belongings." Astarion reluctantly handed her the ring. The children were more hesitant and she gave them a stern look. The first child sighed.

"Go ahead, Silfy. Hand it over to her," she said.

"Are you sure, Mattis?" Silfy replied. Mattis nodded. Silfy handed Ailis a pair of metal gloves and she handed everyone back their belongings.

"There," she said, "everyone has their stuff back." She glanced at Astarion. "Come on. We're leaving."

"Did you want to take a look through our wares, miss?" Mattis asked.

"I'm going to pass," she replied though she tossed the child a gold piece anyway. "Take that and some adive: Be more careful about who you steal from in the future."

#bg3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 astarion #bg3 tav

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mystique-6 · 2 years ago

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Kinktober (It's really Whumptober) Day 7: Spanking

Summary: Ailis' unresolved trauma is triggered and she takes her feelings of guilt and remorse out on her companions. Astarion makes her pay a price for it.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s). I have started the fic. If you like this please consider checking out my main fic, This is Me Trying. (Can you tell I like Taylor Swift?) Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. I also have the fic posted on AO3.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tag Warnings: Spanking, Light BDSM, Safe, Sane and Consensual, Un-Resoled Trauma, Guilt, Survivor's Guilt, Nudity, Snuggling & Cuddling, Aftercare, Whump, No Sex, NSFW

Additional Note: This fic involves Spawn Astarion. I have stated that some of these prompts will be used in my main BG3 fic, This is Me Trying. This one definitely will be. This is actually a very important chapter for my OC and I saw an opportunity to have a practice run of the chapter. I'm glad I did it because I know now for sure that a flashback chapter will be needed. This ended up being too much exposition. Still, I hope there will be some people who enjoy this fic. If you are reading This is Me Trying and don't want spoilers though, you may want to skip this one.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

Ailis felt her headache growing as her group argued over how to rescue the tieflings…again. Two days ago, they’d entered the Shadow-Cursed lands. Earlier this day they’d met a group of Harpers and had helped them in a battle against a batch of shadow monsters. This had gotten them an invite to the Last Light Inn, the final sanctuary left in these lands.

Once there, they’d been revealed as true souls. The leader of this faction of Harpers, Jaheira, had made to attack her group, but thankfully the tiefling child, Mol, had convinced the woman to give them a chance. It was clear now, though, that Jaheira just saw her group as a tactical maneuver. She wanted them to use their status as true souls to infiltrate Moonrise Towers and find a way to kill Kethric Thorm; the person who had taken over these lands.

She didn’t necessarily oppose to looking into Kethric Thorm. He seemed to be involved with the Absolute Cult and they were in desperate need of answers about their tadpoles. Looking into Thorm and getting information on the Absolute and their tadpoles aligned with each other. However, Jaheira also wanted them to go on a rescue mission.

While her team had scouted around the inn on their arrival, they found some of the tieflings they’d helped at the grove. About half of the group was missing. It turned out that the road they had intended to follow to Baldur’s Gate had been destroyed. They had opted to travel above land through all the Shadow-Curse instead of cutting out most of it by going through the Underdark. The group had been attacked by Absolute cultists. Many had been killed or captured, but the rest had found their way here.

Ailis was sympathetic to their plight. She could feel the hopelessness, grief, and guilt from those who remained. She couldn’t stop Rolan’s angry words towards her earlier in the day from playing on repeat in her head. But they had their own problems. They needed to start putting their whole attention on getting rid of these tadpoles.

“This arguing is ridiculous!” Wyll’s shout caught her attention. He made eye contact with her. “Chief, tell this lot we need to save the tieflings first. Thorm can wait.”

“If we go in and bust their prisoners out, we’ll make the cultists hostile towards us and we won’t be able to get the information we need,” Shadowheart protested. “The tieflings have to wait.”

“There are ways around that,” Gale said. “We could use confusion spells or disguise spells. Or we could make it look like the prisoners broke out themselves.”

“That seems like a lot of effort when we can just rescue them after we take care of Thorm,” Shadowheart said.

“I agree with Shadowheart,” Lae’zel said. “Though it pains me to say it.”

“This is getting ridiculous,” Wyll sighed. “Ailis, come on. Set this lot straight.” She felt a surge of anger course through her. She always had to be the one to solve all their problems or play mediator. It was growing tiresome. It was draining her. It was too big of a job with this crew. She could feel her skin crawl with anxiety over the overwhelming job of managing all their egos. Her nerves prickled at their expectant stares.

“Ailis…”

“We don’t have time to be wasting on the tieflings again,” she snapped as her emotions boiled over. A part of her was horrified at what had just spewed from her mouth and her gut roiled with guilt from the shocked and dismayed looks on Karlach’s and Wyll’s faces.

“I’m surprised to hear you say that,” Gale said in a saddened tone.

“As am I,” Lae’zel agreed. “I didn’t think you had it in you to ignore people in need.”

“Oh please,” she said. “I’m hardly a hero.”

“You are to these tieflings,” Karlach stated.

She ignored a fresh stab of guilt and shook her head. “We need to focus on these tadpoles,” she said. “We don’t have time to spend on a group of people who are clearly doomed.”

“Wow,” Shadowheart said. “I would expect that level of callousness from Astarion, but not you.”

“Well, that’s rather rude,” Astarion whined. “I probably would have kept that thought to myself. Probably.”

Ailis sighed. “Look, what happened to the tieflings is tragic, but we need to focus on our own problem,” she said.

“Then it’s settled. We’ll investigate Thorm, and then we can free the tieflings,” Shadowheart said sounding pleased.

“Well, that depends on what we find out about these tadpoles while looking into Thorm,” Ailis replied. “Don’t forget these parasites are time sensitive. At some point we will transform into mindflayers. If we discover that’s going to be sooner rather than later, we won’t have time for the tieflings.”

“You’re seriously saying you don’t want to help the tieflings at all?!” Karlach cried angrily.

“I’m saying, that our tadpole problem is more important right now,” she said.

“I suppose if we take out Thorm, that would make it possible for the Harpers to help the tieflings,” Gale cut in. The wizard was always trying to find the middle ground. He wanted so desperately to be liked. She usually found this endearing, but right now it only fueled her anger.

“I suppose that’s an option if we need to take out Thorm at all,” she muttered. More incredulous looks greeted her.

“If we need to take out Thorm?” Wyll repeated, astonished. “Ailis, have you not paid attention to these realms? Look what the man has done!”

“What he’s done doesn’t concern us,” she argued. “Our focus is getting rid of these tadpoles and if we can do that without spending time killing Thorm, then that’s what we’ll do. End of discussion.”

“I think there’s a lot more to discuss,” Karlach snapped. The floor around her began growing scorch marks.

“Easy now,” Wyll soothed. “There’s no need to get worked up. This is just a disagreement.”

“One that we’ll all work out,” Shadowheart added. Ailis snorted and the cleric glared at her. “And what did that mean?”

“Oh, I just thought what you said was amusing,” Ailis replied. “‘We’ll work it out’ Ha!”

“What are you getting at, Ailis?” Shadowheart snapped.

“I just think it’s cute that you think you all will figure it out,” she replied. “What you really mean is I will figure it out because I am always the one to figure out what we’re doing. I am always the one who manages everyone’s opinions to come up with a solution. I am the one who manages everyone’s ginormous egos!”

“Now, that’s not really being fair,” Gale tried to intervene.

“Fair?” she shrieked. “No! What’s not fair is dumping all your trauma on me and expecting me to deal with it for you.”

“Darling, I think you…”

“Don’t ‘darling’ me,” she snapped at Astarion. “I have to do everything for everyone! And no one ever helps me. No one ever checks in on me to see how I’m doing. So the only one whose opinion matters here is mine. We need to learn about these tadpoles. If that leads us to needing to take out Thorm fine, but if not, our next step is whatever gets rid of these parasites.”

“You’re out of line, Ailis,” Shadowheart growled.

“Now, hold on,” Wyll intervened. “Ailis did make some fair points. We could put more effort into controlling our emotions and…egos. However, Ailis, you are the leader of this group and it’s your job to…”

“Yes, I am the leader and I’m doing my job,” she cut him off. “I’ve told you what we’re going to do. That’s the end of the discussion.”

“So, we just have to do what you say now? Our opinions don’t matter?” Shadowheart scoffed.

“That’s exactly, right,” Ailis replied coolly.

“And if we’re not willing to go along with that?” Shadowheart asked through gritted teeth.

“Then you can leave,” Ailis said. She knew she was going too far, but she couldn’t stop herself. She couldn’t bring herself to back down. The frustration of the last few weeks was bubbling over. Still, her guilt increased at the look of hurt on her companions’ faces.

“You’d really kick out any who disagreed with you?” Lae’zel asked in a tone of surprise.

“Don’t tell me you suddenly disagree with that philosophy,” Ailis replied. “You’d have had me kick out most of this group a few weeks ago.”

“I…”

“You know what? I’m done with this,” Ailis cried. “Whoever decides to join me, meet back here in the morning.” She turned and stormed out of the building. She stalked angrily down to camp and began pacing the rocky shores of the lake nearby. As she paced, she could feel her anger and anxiety turn inwards. She shouldn’t have yelled at them. They didn’t deserve that. She just couldn’t stop thinking of Rolan’s words from earlier that day. He was right.

“You’re going to burn a hole in the ground if you keep pacing like that,” Astarion’s snide voice called out.

Ailis glanced up at him and scowled. “Go away, Astarion,” she said. “I don’t want to talk right now.”

“Yes, I gathered that,” he replied sitting down on a large boulder. “Still, someone needed to check on you.”

“And they decided to send you?” she asked.

“I sent myself,” he replied sounding a little annoyed. A stern look crossed his face when he noticed her look of disbelief. “I’m not completely callous to your well-being, Ailis. I care that something is clearly upsetting you. Why don’t you tell me what it is?”

“You don’t want to know,” Ailis replied bitterly.

“Ah, but I do,” he said. “It must be something big to make you go off like that. Now go on and tell me. It will make you feel better.” She began to pace again.

“You just want me to go back to being complacent,” she grumbled. “You don’t care. You just don’t like it when I’m a bitch, but it’s not my…” She cut off when he stepped in front of her to stop her pacing, and gripped onto her shoulders.

“You’re not a bitch, Ailis. You’re just upset. And yes, I do care,” he said. “If you talk to me about whatever has you so upset, maybe you’ll feel better.”

“I…I can’t,” she replied.

“Yes, you can, darling,” he said. “Just tell me what has you upset. It was what Rolan said, wasn’t it? You’ve looked agitated since that conversation.”

“I can’t tell you. You’ll leave if I tell you. You all will,” she cried, tearing herself out of his grip. She began pacing anxiously again. This time, he didn’t try to stop her.

“No one’s leaving, darling,” he said.

“You would if you knew,” she said. “You’d have never agreed to travel with me if you knew.”

“Well, now I think I have to know,” he said, trying to teaser her to a lighter mood.

“I’m serious, Astarion,” she replied, though she did stop pacing.

Astarion nodded. “I’m sorry, darling,” he said. “Still, I think you better tell me. I think it will help.” She sighed and closed her eyes. She opened them when she felt his arm wrap around her waist, and he led her over to the boulder he’d sat on before. “Here. Sit down here and we’ll talk.” She gathered herself for a moment and stared out at the still water of the lake.

“This isn’t my first time leading a group of people,” she said slowly.

“I gathered that,” Astarion replied. “You lead troops in the Espax War, didn’t you?”

“Yes, and I have plenty of guilt over that, but that’s not what’s bothering me now,” she said, and then glanced up at him. “How much do you know about the Espax War?”

Astarion shook his head. “Nothing,” he replied. “I’d get bits of news when hunting targets, but that’s it. Espax is a long way from Baldur’s Gate.”

Ailis nodded. “The war started as a rebellion against Espax’s government,” she began to explain. “By all accounts, Espax had an incredibly corrupt government. There were two factions running the rebellion. Both wanted to take out the existing government, but their ideas for the future government differed.”

“A recipe for disaster,” Astarion commented.

“Exactly,” she said. “The factions managed to overthrow the original government, but they couldn’t agree with each other enough to build a new one. They began fighting and it turned into a full out war. Both sides began recruiting soldiers, originally from their own people. However, one faction was more popular than the other amongst Espax’s citizens and most went to fight for them.”

“So, the faction you fought under had to resort to other methods of recruitment,” Astarion said.

“By the time I was press-ganged into service most of the people fighting were doing so unwillingly,” Ailis replied. “Even those who had originally joined freely had turned against this faction by that point. They committed horrendous atrocities. Many even said they’d rather have the old government back than continue to support this one.”

“And you led people in attempts to escape?” he asked. “Or overthrow?”

“Escape,” she answered. “When I first got there, I tried to escape on my own. When that didn’t work, I started recruiting others who wanted to leave. There were a few of these attempts. They all ended with many of my group dead or tortured as punishment.” Her hand came up to her face to worry at the deep scar running down her cheek to her jaw. She had a smaller one below her right eye.

Astarion gently moved her hand away from the scar and rested their intwined hands on his lap. “Is that how you got those scars?” he asked. “Trying to escape?”

“Helping someone else to escape,” she said and then smiled bitterly at his incredulous expression. “I had given up trying to escape by the time I got these scars.”

“But you were still helping others to escape?” he questioned.

“Not at first. For a while I just gave up and did what they wanted me to,” she said. “I’d accepted it as a just punishment for my previous crimes. I proved to be a good soldier. After a while they trusted me with training new recruits and then leading small groups in battle. Eventually, I began to form friendships with others there. The two relevant to this story were Nash and Marissa and her three kids…”

“Kids?” Astarion said. He looked surprised.

She nodded. “They recruited anyone they could,” she said. “They’d take criminals being transported to the gallows like I was to travelers just passing through. Many of the travelers had children.”

“Is that what happened to your friend?” he asked.

“No,” she replied. “Marissa was in the war almost from the beginning. Her husband was part of the rebellion and was a supporter of this faction. Marissa had no idea until after he was killed in one of the first skirmishes. The faction blamed her husband for the loss of so many lives in that skirmish and so did a lot of the dead’s’ families. The faction told her if she worked for them, they’d forgive her husband’s failure and keep her and her children safe.

“There was no choice for her. She agreed. She mostly did secretarial work for them. She wasn’t thrown into battle until the last few years when things were growing increasingly desperate,” she explained.

“They started putting the kids into battle, didn’t they?” Astarion guessed.

Ailis nodded. “When I first arrived, all children stayed in camp,” she said. “The older kids kept the barracks in order and watched their younger siblings. But the war wasn’t going well and they couldn’t get enough soldiers. In the penultimate year of the war, they decreed sons that were fourteen or older would be put into battles. They would ‘try and keep them off the frontlines’ they said, but we all knew they’d end up there eventually.

“Marissa was beside herself with worry. Her oldest son was nine months off from fourteen,” she continued. “We all saw the war would be ending soon, but not soon enough for her son. On a night off, me and our other friend, Nash, took her out for drinks to let her vent her worries. She kept repeating that she had to do something. That she couldn’t let this happen to her son.”

Ailis closed her eyes and sighed. “I was the one who suggested escaping,” she said. “Marissa was hesitant about it at first. Punishment for runaways by this point in the war was almost always death, and if they didn’t kill you, they’d make you wish they had.” She worried at her scar again.

“You got her to agree to the attempt though, didn’t you?” Astarion said.

“She came around to the idea,” Ailis said. “She didn’t like it though. It didn’t sit well with her. She didn’t think it was fair that just she and her kids would get out.”

“Why would she care about that?” Astarion asked perplexed. “She should have just worried for herself…and her kids, I guess.” Exasperation and amusement settled across her expression. The vampire spawn’s lack of empathy tended to reveal itself in inopportune times. There was no point admonishing him, though. She’d accepted by this point there were some things Astarion would just never truly understand.

“Marissa wanted to get more people out,” she continued. “After some convincing she got me and Nash on board. Well, she got me on board. Nash only agreed to it because I was going to be involved.”

“You and him were involved?” Astarion asked. She could see he was trying to just sound curious, but she heard a jealous note in his tone.

“We had an arrangement. Like ours, really,” she admitted. “There weren’t any deep feelings. We both got what we wanted out of the other. And Nash wasn’t exactly hard to look at.”

Astarion snorted. “So, did it work?” he asked. “Whatever plan you concocted to free people.”

“For a time,” Ailis said, “but after six or seven months they were cracking down. Nash insisted we had to stop, at least for some time. But Marissa’s son would be turning fourteen in just over a month and there was already talk of lowering the age to thirteen. I insisted that we do one last escape to get Marissa and her kids out.

“Nash didn’t like it but he agreed if it was just Marissa and her kids I led out. The night started like every other escape night, but…it all went wrong,” she said, closing her eyes against the painful memory.

“Nash betrayed you,” Astarion said.

“No. Not Nash,” Ailis said. “The night guard he bribed to ignore anyone he saw escaping. He might not have done so willingly. I’ll never know. They killed him. Guns went off when we breached the camp. We ran off into the woods, but they knew our routes. Marissa and I tried to gather the kids together and come up with an alternate route, but a soldier shot off a gun near us and her little girl ran off frightened right into the open and they…they shot her.”

“Ailis…”

“We went back with them after that,” she continued through her tears. “They brought us to the General’s tent to interrogate us. They wanted to know everyone who was involved in the operation. We did our best to conceal who’d been involved, but in doing so, Marissa incriminated herself by admitting it had been her idea to help families escape. I tried to intervene; to convince them it was all on me. I had the history of escape attempts, not Marissa. All my attempts got me was a knife to the face. They then forced me to watch as they killed Marissa. They killed my friend right in front of me and her remaining children. That was my punishment. They wouldn’t kill me. I was too useful to them.”

“What happened to her two sons?” Astarion asked.

“Nash got them out,” she replied woodenly. “He was high ranking in the army. One of the lead officers had a niece who couldn’t have children. They lived away from the fighting. They weren’t involved at all. They were willing to take them in.”

“Nash couldn’t have done anything for you or Marissa when you were captured?” he asked. She could tell he was judging her old friend.

“No,” she replied, harshly. “He made it very clear from the beginning when we were planning the operation he wouldn’t lose his position for something he thought was foolish. He did what he could for us when we were captured and that’s it. What happened to Marissa and her daughter wasn’t his fault.”

“It wasn’t your fault either, Ailis,” Astarion said. “None of what you’ve just told me was your fault.”

“It was though,” she insisted. “If I hadn’t planted the idea of escape in her mind, Marissa wouldn’t have thought to include other people in it. I should have insisted that night that we would only get her and her kids out. Or I should have caved and agreed with Nash. He had high rank. There were things he could have done to keep her son safe.

“I got Marissa killed. I got her daughter killed. I got all the people from my original escape attempts killed,” she said. “I can’t help the tieflings. I’ll get them killed. I’m going to get everyone killed!”

“Ailis, darling, look at me. Look at me!” he repeated when she turned her face away. She reluctantly turned and met his gaze. He looked very concerned. “Ailis, what happened to your friend and the others was not your fault.”

“It was. I…”

“Did you force them to try and escape?” he asked.

“What?” she cried, confused.

“Did you force them to try and escape?” he repeated. “Did you threaten pain or death if they didn’t follow you? Did you blackmail them into joining you?”

“No!” she cried, appalled. “Of course not!”

“Were they aware of the risks they were taking when they agreed to join you?” he grilled. “Did you tell them the potential consequences?”

“Yes. I drilled it into them what could happen if we failed,” she replied. “Astarion, why…”

“I’m asking you, darling, because I’m trying to understand why you think you’re at fault,” he said. “Based on everything you’re telling me, you only gave everyone an option to join you. You didn’t force them. You let them know the risks so they made informed decisions. I’m failing to see how you bare any responsibility for what happened.”

“I led the attempts. I was responsible for all their lives. I am responsible for their deaths,” she said. “You should leave. You should let the others know what a failure I am and leave. Nothing good will come of following me.”

“I’m not leaving, Ailis,” Astarion said. “And neither is anyone else. If you told the others what you just told me they’d tell you the same thing I am. What happened was not your fault.”

“I was responsible for all of them. That makes it…”

“That does not make it your fault,” he said firmly. He gave her a soft expression and gently wiped tears from her face. “The burden of the failures may be ours, but what happened to those people…that’s not your fault.”

“You’ll feel differently when I get you and our companions killed,” she whispered.

“You’re not going to get us killed, Ailis,” he said. “We’re all getting out of this alive. We’re not like your previous groups. You have a group of skilled individuals with you. You’re not alone in defending everyone. You have us to reply on. Everything is going to be fine.”

“You don’t know that,” she said.

“No, but I have a feeling,” he replied with a smile. She said nothing in return. She just sat there and stared out at the calm waters. He began to massage her scalp, probably hoping to help her relax, but she couldn’t let her failures go.

“Sometimes I think it would have been better if that wagon had reached the gallows,” she said. His hand stopped moving through her hair.

“You really think it would have been better if you had died?” he asked.

“A lot of people would still be alive right now,” she replied.

“You don’t know that,” Astarion said. “They could have died later in the war. They most likely would have.”

“They’re not the only lives I’m responsible for losing,” she said. “Trust me, Astarion. I deserved to be brought to the gallows.”

“You don’t think four years forced into a war that wasn’t yours was punishment enough?” he questioned. “You don’t think your guilt is punishment enough?” She shook her head. “Well, I do.” He stood up and she felt her mood plummet even further. She had wanted to be alone when she came down here, but now it was the last thing she wanted. She couldn’t blame him for wanting to get away from her though. She’d just encouraged him to do exactly that.

He didn’t walk away, though. Instead, he turned back towards her and held out a hand for her to take. “I think I know a way to help ease your guilt,” he said giving her a smile. “Do you trust me enough to give it a try?”

When they’d first met a few weeks ago, she wouldn’t have agreed to anything he proposed. At least not without a detailed breakdown of what he intended. Now though, she took his hand and let him lead her through their camp. She was relieved to find it was still empty. She didn’t want to face her companions yet.

Astarion led her through camp to the abandoned building they’d found. There had been a squabble over it as most of the group had wanted to take up residence there as it had a bed. It was decided that no one would set up permanent camp there. They would use it for group meetings or personal time only. She guessed the latter was what he had in mind now as she looked at the clean sheets that had been put on the bed. She felt a spark of irritation. She should have realized he thought sex would make her feel better. It was the last thing she wanted right now.

Still, she would go along with it. It would be easier than trying to explain why his action was insensitive to her feelings and the argument that would ensue. It wouldn’t be the first time she endured sex to please a man’s ego and it most likely wouldn’t be the last. And Astarion was very skilled in bed. Maybe it would prove a good distraction from her thoughts. As they approached the bed he let go of her hand and then sat down on the edge of it with his feet shoulder length apart. He looked at her with a serious expression.

“Remove your pants and undergarment, Ailis. They get over my lap,” he ordered.

Ailis blinked and stared at him dumbly for a moment. This wasn’t how they usually did this. “I…what?” she said confused.

“You wanted to be punished, didn’t you?” he questioned and her face flushed a hot red as she realized what he intended to do. He smiled wickedly at the sight of her blush. “I do love it when you blush. It’s such a rare occasion.”

“I…I’m not a child,” she protested, though that statement certainly made her feel like one.

“Only children can be spanked?” Astarion replied with a widening grin.

“I…I’ve never…”

“You’ve never received a spanking before?” he questioned, surprised. “Your mother never had you over her knee?”

“My mother didn’t believe in hitting children,” she replied, defensively

“Well, as you’ve just pointed out, you’re not a child,” he said.

“I…” She didn’t finish her statement. She didn’t know what her statement was. She squirmed where she stood and stared at the floor, trying to come up with something to say. Astarion’s feet suddenly came into view, and then she felt his cook fingers caress her chin as he lifted her face so she was looking at him. He brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ears.

“You’re rarely this flustered,” he murmured softly. “What has you concerned?”

“I don’t know what you’re expecting to get out of this,” she said.

“He frowned, puzzled. “Get out of this?” he repeated.

She flushed. “I know some people do this for fun,” she said.

He nodded. “Yes, and you may find you enjoy this, but that’s not the intended purpose of tonight,” he said.

“Then what are you getting out of this?” she persisted. “My pain?”

His eyes widened. “Your pain?” he said shocked. “Ailis, how hard do you think I’m going to hit you?”

“I don’t know!” she cried. “I’ve never done anything like this, except for that Loviatar priest. I don’t know how this works. I know you enjoyed watching that priest strike me.” She expected him to get mad, but he just stared at her thoughtfully for a moment.

“Hold out your wrist, Ailis,” he ordered. Confused, she did as he asked, holding her arm out in front of her with her palm up. His own hand struck her wrist before she even saw it coming. She hissed and drew her arm back, cradling her wrist to her chest. She gazed at him with a shocked expression. His own was perfectly neutral. “Did that hurt?”

“Yes,” she replied in a tone that made it clear she thought he was crazy for asking.

“Is the pain unbearable?” he asked in the same neutral tone.

“No,” she answered, eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s as hard as I intend to spank you, give or take a little,” Astarion said. “I’m not going to beat you black and blue. You’ll be able to sit down tomorrow.”

“But when the priest…”

“I didn’t know you very well when you let the priest beat you. I hadn’t fully decided I trusted you. I thought you must have been into that sort of thing and responded accordingly. I was surprised you never asked me to do anything similar when we began having sex.

“You’re not wrong that I get off on others pain. I’m not going to lie about that,” he said. “But the purpose tonight isn’t the pain. You carry a lot of guilt over your past. I just want to try to help you release some of it. As for what I get out of it, well, control. We don’t have to do this, though, Ailis. I’m not going to do anything to you that you don’t want.” She believed him. Even before she really began to tryst him, she’d trusted him to stop if she asked. He was always attentive of any boundaries set during sex.

“Okay,” she finally agreed. “What do I say if I need you to stop, though?”

“Just say stop,” he told her moving back to his previous position on the bed. She didn’t follow yet.

“Don’t people use specific words for this sort of thing, though” she questioned, “because they might say stop on instinct?”

“Yes. A safe word is usually put in place for that reason. However, due to our personal histories if you say stop, I’m going to take that at face value,” he said. “So don’t tell me to stop, Ailis, unless you really want or need me to, okay?”

She nodded. “Okay,” she agreed.

“All right then. Remove your pants and undergarment and come here,” he ordered pointing to a spot right next to him rather than demanding she get over his lap right away like he had originally. She moved slowly as she completed his orders. A nervous anticipation had her heart racing, and she couldn’t help trembling a little. Astarion noticed and took her hand in his, gently massaging her knuckles with his thumb.

“Are you all right, darling?” he asked, giving her a soft look. “We can stop.”

“No, I’m all right,” she said.

He nodded and his expression turned stern. “Do you understand why you’re being punished?” he asked.

“For failing to save…”

“No,” Astarion said and she gave him a puzzled look.

“You said this was to try to relieve my guilt,” she said.

“It is, but I’m not going to punish you for something that wasn’t your fault or something you already received punishment for,” he said. “Pick something else. Something more recent.”

“I shouldn’t have yelled at our companions,” she said after a moment. “I was being unfair.”

“You certainly were,” he said. “You shouldn’t have taken your problems out on them.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“I know you are. Still, you need to receive punishment for your actions,” he said. “How many times should I spank you? How many have you earned?”

“I…I don’t…” she looked at him helplessly. She had no basis for this. She felt completely lost in the moment. Luckily, he seemed to understand. He gently squeezed her hand in reassurance.

“How about I give you two options, and you choose what works best for you?” he suggested and she nodded her agreement. “Option one: I give you ten harder strikes. Option two: I give you twenty with fifteen being the same strength I slapped your wrist earlier, and the last five a bit harder. Either way, you’re going to be able to sit tomorrow, Ailis.”

Ailis thought about it for a moment. Ten sounded more appealing than twenty. She wouldn’t have to be in an embarrassing position for as long. However, the slap he’d given to her wrist earlier had stung and the skin was still a little pink. The skin on her ass would be even more sensitive. She’d never done this and she wasn’t sure she was comfortable having him hit her any harder. Getting through five hard strikes seemed better than ten and if she couldn’t handle it and had to tell him to stop, she’d have already taken at least sixteen. She’d be able to say she gave it a fair chance.

“Twenty,” she said quietly. He nodded and gave her hand a final squeeze before letting go.

“All right then, darling,” he said. “Get over my lap.” She awkwardly positioned herself over his lap. He helped her maneuver so his one leg helped support her upper torso even as her head hung down just below his knee. She held onto his one knee with one hand and the sheets on the bed with the other. Her ass was completely exposed to him, and she trembled with nerves. She jumped when he placed a hand on the center of her back.

“Try to relax, darling. You’re safe,” he soothed, rubbing her back a little. She took a few deep breaths and slowly felt her muscles relax. “That’s it. Are you ready for me to begin?”

“Y-Yes,” she said. “Do I count them out loud?”

“Hmm, that is an appealing thought,” he said in a teasing tone before growing serious again, “but not tonight. We can examine that possibility another night if you decide you like this or find it helpful. I don’t want to push limits tonight. Now, take one last deep breath for me before I begin.” She did as he said, and the first stroke came as she let the breath out.

She let out a startled squeak. It hurt. It felt worse than the strike to her wrist had. Still, it was not unbearable. She hadn’t quite processed it, when the second strike hit, and then she stopped thinking as he continued to land blow after blow. By the time he struck her ten times she realized she’d made a mistake in choosing twenty strikes. Her skin where he’d hit her felt like it was on fire and the pain was increasing with each strike even though the strike’s strength hadn’t changed yet. When he reached the fifteenth strike her tears finally spilled over and down her cheeks.

He stopped after the fifteenth strike for a moment, but any relief she might have felt vanished when he shifted his leg so the seat of her ass raised to a higher position. She whimpered as she thought of where the last five, harder blows were going to land. He hushed her and comfortingly stroked her back.

“It’s just five more, darling, and then you’ll be done,” he assured her. “Do you think you’re ready to apologize now?”

“Y-Yes. I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” she cried. “I didn’t mean to act like that. I couldn’t stop myself. I…I…I…”

“Shhh. Shh, darling,” he soothed. “Breathe for me.” She tried to do as he said and took big gulps of air in until her breathing found a rhythm again. “Good girl. I’m going to give you the last five strikes now. I want you to try and release your guilt with them, all right?”

She nodded and then the first blow hit and any thought of trying not to cry anymore escaped her. She started sobbing and it took everything in her to not ask him to stop as the next blow hit. She had felt worse pain before than this, but this just felt so intimate. She wanted to bare it for him. Right now, she would do anything for him, so at the last strike, she tried to release some of her guilt.

Astarion helped move her into a sitting position on his lap. He managed to adjust her so her ass was mostly between his thighs so nothing rubbed against her reddened skin. She buried her face in his shoulder and sobbed ash she clutched to him like her life depended on it. She stroked her back and hair and pressed a kiss on the top of her head.

“Shh. It’s all right now, darling. All is forgiven. You’re all right,” he soothed. He repeated a variation of these words until her sobs turned to cries and then to whimpers until finally, she ran out of tears. She rested, slumped against him, feeling more exhausted than she had in her whole life. They sat like that for a few minutes and then she felt his hand slide between her legs and a cool finger split hear seam, running the length of it before brushing over her clit. She let out a shaky gasp.

“What do you think, darling? Based on how wet you are, you seemed to enjoy that. Should we move on to more enjoyable activities?” he asked. She thought about it for a moment. She was surprised to find she had evidence of arousal, but in the back of her mind she’d been aware of a stirring of heat between her legs that was different from the heat on her ass from the spanking.

Still, she shook her head. “No. I’m sorry. I don’t feel up to it,” she said, her resolve to endure it from earlier cracking. She knew he wouldn’t make a big deal out of it. “I’m sorry. I know you were planning on having sex tonight, but…”

“It’s all right, Ailis,” he cut her off. “Don’t apologize. We both have to want it, remember?” She smiled and nodded. He moved his hand back to a more acceptable spot on her thigh. “So, what do you want, darling? How are we spending our time tonight?” She opened her mouth with an immediate response but then just as quickly clamped her mouth shut and looked down at her lap. “What’s wrong, Ailis.”

“Nothing,” she said. “It’s just, what I want…you won’t like it. I’m trying to think of something else.”

“Ailis, darling, look at me,” he ordered and she raised her face to meet his eyes. “You’re just tried something very new to you that had you completely out of your element tonight. You’re going to get whatever you want.” He grinned. “Within reason of course. So, tell me, what do you want.”

“I just want to naked cuddle,” she said. “And I want you to stay with me all night.”

Astarion nodded. “Very reasonable,” he said and kissed her forehead. He slid her to sit on the mattress. Her full weight was on her ass though and she felt the skin burn as it brushed against the sheets. She jumped up from the bed and clutched her ass. Astarion laughed and she gave him a hurt look.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he said as he stood up. “The look on your face was just funny, that’s all. Here.” He helped slide her shirt and upper garment off. “Stand there for a moment while I undress and then we’ll get you on the bed comfortably.” He kissed her forehead again and she stood waiting as he quickly undressed. When he was naked, he sat down on the bed and then moved until he was lying down on his back in the middle. He held out his arms for her. “Come here, darling.”

She climbed onto the bed and crawled over to him. He pulled her down so she rested mostly on top of him. Her head rested on his shoulder. She hissed when he pulled the top sheet over them, but the sting only last for a minute. He stroked her back and left gentle kisses to her forehead every few minutes. Her eyelids grew heavy and she felt sleep trying to claim her. She tried to fight it, but Astarion wasn’t having it.

“Go to sleep, darling,” he ordered her gently. “You need to rest.”

“I want you to stay,” she murmured through a yawn. “I’m not going anywhere, Ailis,” he promised. “I’ll be here when you wake up.” She smiled sleepily as he pressed another kiss to her forehead. It was the last thing she felt before sleep finally claimed her.

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Kinktober Day 6: Bondage

Summary: Ailis let's Astarion tie her up and finds out what happens when she is at his mercy.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s). I have started the fic. If you like this please consider checking out my main fic, This is Me Trying. (Can you tell I like Taylor Swift?) Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. I also have the fic posted on AO3.

This particular chapter I got my inspiration from a post by @thedomesticanthropologist. I came across the posts months ago at this point. I had to wait until I got to this prompt. I hope you enjoy it.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tag Warnings: Light Bondage, Rope Bondage, oral sex, rimming, anal play, P in V Sex, Vaginal Sex

Additional Note: This fic involves Spawn Astarion.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

“So, that guy with the white raven is a complete freak,” Astarion commented as they entered the abandoned building of the Last Light Inn, where they’d set up camp.

“No kidding,” Ailis replied. “I can’t help but feel we wasted our time with that one.”

“It might have been worth it if you’d stabbed the fellow,” he replied, peeling off his shirt.

She gave him an unamused look as she slid off her boots. “Why would I have stabbed him?” she asked.

“He wanted that woman to be punished,” he replied, kicking off his own boots.

“First of all,” she said, “that woman didn’t intend to cause anyone harm. Stabbing her would have been a cruel and unusual punishment. Second, he was only channeling her spirit so he would have really been the one stabbed.”

“You didn’t have to stab him fatally,” Astarion said as he laid down on the bed. “And he would have gotten a real revenge.”

“Well, he seemed content with what he got so you’ll just have to deal with the fact that no one got stabbed,” she replied dropping her shirt on the floor. She then crawled across the bed towards him until she rested half over him. She tugged gently on a white curl and then leaned down to kiss him.

His hands came up and wandered across her torso, first gliding along her back and then moving to her stomach. His hands then slid up and pushed her upper undergarment over her breasts to free them. She pulled the garment off and tossed it to the floor and then began to pepper his face with soft kisses. He smiled and drew her in for a longer kiss as his hands cupped and kneaded at her breasts.

She moaned when his hand tweaked a nipple and he used that moment to roll her over until she was underneath him. He kissed and nipped his way up her jaw towards her ear while he played with her breasts, coaxing her nipples into hard, swollen peaks. He bit gently down on one ear while simultaneously pinching one nipple and she cried out, arching her back so she brushed the other sensitive nipple against his chest. She felt him smile and he released her earlobe, and then he…did nothing.

Frowning, she glanced at his face and saw he was staring at something across the room with interest. “What could you possibly find more interesting than me,” she pouted.

He flashed her an amused smile and gave her an affectionate kiss to the forehead. “Nothing, darling,” he purred. “I just spotted something that might spice up our night.” She sat up a little and craned her neck to look at what had his attention. She raised her eyebrows when she saw the coil of rope left in a corner of the room. It wasn’t very long, but it was long enough to tie her wrists to the bedposts. She gave him an unimpressed look.

“I’m not sure I should trust you to tie me up,” she said. “You were just complaining about a lack of stabbing anyone today.”

“The only thing I want to stab you with is my dick,” he replied.

She snorted. “That was terrible.”

“It wasn’t my best line,” he agreed with a grimace, before flashing her a more enticing smile. “Regardless, you can trust me to tie you up, darling. What do you say? Want to give it a go?”

“All right,” Ailis agreed. “Just don’t cut off my circulation, please.”

“I would never!” he declared with fake hurt.

She laughed and slapped his shoulder lightly. “I know,” she said. “Just be careful.”

“Fine, darling,” he replied as he got up to get the rope. “I promise I won’t make it too tight.” He grabbed the rope and came back to the bed. “Arms above your head. Clasp your hands together.” She did as he said and he wrapped one end of the rope around her wrists and tied them together before tying the other end to the bedframe. “How does it feel? Is it too tight?” She flexed her wrists. The rope was snug, but she could move them. The tugged on it next and felt the post in the headboard give a little. If she needed to escape, she could.

“It’s not too tight,” she said. On instinct, she went to pull his face down for a kiss, but the rope stopped her. She let out a sigh and Astarion chuckled before leaning down o kiss her. He then kissed up and down her jaw before kissing down her neck, nipping gently at her skin periodically though he never bit her. He littered kisses across her breasts and then kissed, nipped, and sucked his way down her abdomen.

He then undid the laces on her pants before pulling them off. He kissed his way down her legs as he did so. When he had her pants and undergarment off, he wrapped his hands beneath her thighs. She expected him to throw her legs over his shoulders, but instead he lifted them so her knees were pressed back against her shoulders and then he laid his left arm heavily down across the back of her thighs. She realized with alarm and arousal that he had her completely pinned down. She couldn’t move to escape him and he’d left her private part of her completely exposed to him. He kissed her lips at her core and then licked open her seam. She yelped and tried to buck her hips, but his arm held her down.

“All right, darling?” he asked, raising up so he could look at her face.

“Yes. I’m all right,” she breathed shakily. He observed her face for another moment before diverting his attention back to his previous task. She felt his other hand spread her lips and folds and then his tongue was sliding along her core again. He circled her clit and then dragged his tongue down and dipped into her core. He speared her open with his tongue, going as deep as he could.

“I guess you planned to stab me with more than just your dick,” she panted. She felt him smirk against her and then she yelped when he pinched her ass, all while continuing to completely devour her. She was soon a shaking and sweaty mess as he lapped at her like she was a five-star dessert. However, he was ignoring where she wanted him most, and bound as she was, she couldn’t direct him.

“Astarion,” she gasped and writhed at a particularly deep thrust of his tongue. She felt the rope rub harshly on her skin at the jerking movement but she didn’t care. “Astarion, please.”

“Hmm?” he hummed against her and she moaned, but he didn’t stop what he was doing.

“Please,” she repeated. “Please.” She couldn’t get the words out. She was too strung out on pleasure to ask for what she wanted. She gave another futile tug on the rope and moaned when she couldn’t get free. “Please.” Astarion just hummed against her again, but didn’t make any move to where she wanted him. He kept her on the edge of release as he devoured her. She was a sweaty, panting, trembling mess by the time he finally…finally…moved up to her clit. He traced around it with his tongue, barely applying any pressure at all. Just as she was about to try and beg him, he sucked her mound into his mouth and she screamed as her release finally hit her.

He didn’t stop his ministrations though. She didn’t get a moment to relax she he immediately worked her back up again. She gasped and panted as she writhed on the mattress as much as the rope and his arm would allow until her second orgasm hit. He stopped this time and she laid gasping for breath. She almost felt as if she were floating.

She expected him to release her legs and finally take her, but instead he moved his mouth lower and ran his tongue between the cheeks of her ass. She mewled as her body jerked in surprise. Her arms tugged on the rope yet again. His tongue laved over her asshole and she shuddered with anticipation until he finally pierced her with it. She moaned. He drove his tongue into her as deep as he could and paid as much attention to her here as he had to her cunt. Pleasure began to build in her again, but it wasn’t enough for her to get relief.

“Astarion,” she breathed out.

“Mmm?” he hummed.

“Please,” she took a deep breath, determined to ask for what she wanted this time. “Please. I need you to touch me. I can’t cum from just this.”

Astarion stopped what he was doing and moved so he could look at her face. “Touch you where, darling?” he teased, and then cupped one of her ass cheeks in his hand and kneaded it. “Here?”

“No,” she moaned.

He then pressed the pad of his thumb against her anus, though he didn’t apply enough pressure to breach it. “Here?”

“No!” she gasped.

“Oh! I know where you want me,” he exclaimed teasingly, and slid his thumb up to her clit and began rubbing tiny circles over it.

“Ahh!” she cried out. “Yes! There!”

“Well, all you needed to do was ask, darling,” he teased before going back to tongue fucking her ass, while continuing to play with her clit.

“When I get my arms free, I am so getting back at you for this. You’ll be…Eep!” she yelped when he nipped her in the same spot he’d pinched her earlier. He then went back to his task of thoroughly eating her out. She moaned and gasped from both his tongue and his talented fingers until she fell over the precipice of pleasure again, ad this time the world went black.

Consciousness creeped back into her and she laid floating for a bit. As she grew more aware, she could feel him stroking her waist and pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder. She smiled and hummed to show her pleasure.

“Back with me love?” he asked.

“Mmm,” she hummed. “Back with you.” She went to brush back one of his curls, but found she was still tied to the bed. She raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

“Well, we’re not done yet,” he replied teasingly. “I still haven’t had my needs met.” He thrust against her and she felt his turgid cock glide against her hip. She smirked.

“I’m surprised you waited for me to wake up,” she huffed.

“I did think about just taking what I wanted, but I wasn’t sure it would go over well,” he said, stroking her hair. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

She considered his words and nodded. “It’s probably best that you didn’t,” she admitted. “I don’t know if I’d have reacted well. Thank you for being considerate.”

“Aren’t I always?” he asked.

“You really want me to answer that?” she teased. He snorted and then moved, spreading her legs so he could lie between them. He then lifted her legs again and hooked her knees over his shoulders. She could feel her muscles burn at the action. He’d been abusing them all night.

“You’re going to be the one to beg a healing potion of Shadowheart when I can’ walk tomorrow,” she grumbled.

“Oh, you’ll be able to walk,” he told her as his cock lined up to her cunt. “Just not without remembering every moment of tonight.” They both moaned when he sunk into her. She was so wet and ready for him he’d barely had to puh in as her cunt swallowed him. Though typically not very loud during the act, she moaned as each thrust of his thrusts shocked her core with a pleasure/pain sensation. She was so overstimulated by this point. Astarion seemed to be similarly affected, grunting with each frenzied thrust. Neither was going to last long. He kissed her as he lost his rhythm and she felt his release inside her. She followed right after.

She remained conscious this time, though she was happy to rest. She enjoyed the feeling of him on top of her, his weight not crushing, but soothing. They laid there like that for a while, but she slowly felt a growing ache in her arms. She shifted to try to ease the strain and then hissed slightly when the movement caused her wrists to burn. She glanced up to look at her wrists. The rope blocked most of her view, but she could see they looked red, and without the endorphins flooding her system, they were a bit painful.

“Astarion, I need you to untie me,” she said.

“Mmm?” he hummed sleepily.

She squirmed beneath him to try and get him moving. “I need you to untie me,” she repeated more urgently. He lifted off her and gave her a confused frown before gazing at her wrists. His expression immediately shifted to concern and he moved urgently to free her arms. She immediately moved her arms down to inspect her wrists and inspected the damage. Her wrists were rubbed raw, and were bleeding in some spots. Astarion gently too her wrists in his hands as he inspected then and frowned.

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “The rope was just too rough. Next time we should find something else to use.”

“I should have paid better attention,” he admonished himself. “I should have smelled the blood.”

“Hey,” she said, and held his face in her hands so he would look at her. “I’m fine. It’s just a little rope burn. It happens and it’s not a big deal.” She kissed his nose and he made a face. She laughed and then peppered kisses over his face until he was laughing too.

When they stopped laughing, he pulled her tightly against him. “I’m sorry,” he said and kissed her head. “Even if I don’t need to be.”

“Forgiven, even though the apology is unwarranted,” she said squeezing him tightly, before pulling back. “You are going to be the one who wakes up Shadowheart for a healing potion, though.”

“What!” he exclaimed. “Why do I have to do it? She likes you better.”

“I’m not waking her up over this!” she replied. “She would have been frosty over just asking for a healing potion to deal with sore muscles when that could have waited for morning. I’m not going to be yelled at for waking her up and wasting a healing potion on careless sex while also getting made fun of when she sees my wrists.”

“Ugh! Fine,” Astarion agreed reluctantly and got up and re-dressed. “I hope you appreciate what I do for you.”

“Always!” Ailis said smiling. He shook his head but smiled as he exited the building. Ailis waited and then winced when she heard Shadowheart’s voice carry through camp.

“What do you mean you need a healing potion?!” the half-elf cried. She couldn’t hear Astarion’s reply but Shadowheart didn’t lower her voice. “So, you’re going to have us short one potion because you two decided to get freaky and weren’t safe about it.” She heard Wyll try to smother a laugh from his tent. She buried her face in her hands. She couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation but Astarion looked pained when he came back in, but he had the healing potion which he handed to her.

“I probably don’t have to tell you this, but everyone knows what happened,” he said pulling her back against him.

“Hopefully they decide we’ve been punished enough and don’t bring it up in the morning,” she replied and then drank the potion. Her wrists quickly healed up and she twisted in his arms until she laid across his chest. “Thank you.”

“For the getting the healing potion? You’re…”

“No,” she cut him off. “For taking care of me.”

He kissed her head. “Yes, well, you’re welcome,” he replied awkwardly. “Get some sleep, darling.” She smiled and closed her eyes. Sleep quickly found her.

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