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Haven’t posted here in a while. Here is my latest edit of Lorena and Astarion. Pride and Prejudice meets BG3.

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•Astarion and Lorena•

“Yet she will not stand alone.

By her side stands another elf, one who walks the shadows, cursed with the fangs of the night. Though bound by darkness, he will find salvation in her light. Their love is destined, written in the stars long before they knew it. Their hearts, once separate, will become one, forging a bond that defies both fate and time. Though his past is haunted by blood and sorrow, their union will give him the strength to fight the darkness within and without.” - from The Prophecy of Lorena

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Baby Making 101

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Female Durge/Astarion

Art credit goes to my lovely @karkyna

“Let’s make a baby,” she had said. And there Astarion was, sitting on a chair as Lorena moved atop him, with wild passion, her body arching and swaying in perfect rhythm. Astarion’s lips and teeth roamed her skin, leaving bite marks as he went, each bite precise, savoring the taste of her. He did not waste a single drop; every mark he left was proof of his desire, a claim on the woman he adored.

Hunger finally sated, his focus shifted. He guided his mouth to her breasts, his lips brushing over her left nipple. He stuck his tongue out and flicked teasingly against the sensitive peak, Lorena hissed, her pleasure sparking like fire through her. She moaned, her body tightening around him, and he chuckled, a low rumble in his throat.

“You sound divine,” he murmured, before taking her nipple into his mouth. His lips closed around her tender pink flesh, and he suckled slowly, savoring every moment of it. Lorena groaned, her head tilting back, eyes rolling as waves of ecstasy rippled through her entire body. She gripped his shoulders for support, her movements quickening as she rode him, completely lost in the sensations he gave her.

Astarion’s hands roamed possessively over her body before gripping her hips and sliding lower to grasp her soft buttocks. His fingers dug into the soft flesh, kneading and squeezing as he moaned, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You feel so perfect,” he whispered, breathless in her ear, his voice filled with devotion.

Lorena felt the coil of tension in her core growing impossibly tight, every thrust, every bite, every suckle, every sound from Astarion driving her closer to the edge. Her breathing quickened, her moans growing louder, her body quaking with the effort to contain the tidal wave building within her. Astarion sensed her nearing; he felt her walls clenching around his cock, and with a primal growl, he surged upward to meet her movements. His hips thrust powerfully, matching her rhythm, his eyes locked on hers.

“That’s it, darling,” he moaned, his voice raw with pleasure. “Nngh…So tight for me, so exquisite… mmph…I can feel you.”

His words pushed her over the brink. With a cry that echoed through the room, Lorena’s body tensed, her release crashing over her like a euphoric wave

“Astaaariioon!” she screamed, her nails raking down his shoulders as she trembled in his arms, lost to the overwhelming pleasure.

The sound of his name coming from her lips, the sight of her in ecstasy, was his undoing. Astarion followed her into bliss, his own release tearing through him as he let out a deep, guttural cry of her name. His grip on her tightened as they rode their shared climax, their bodies trembling together in perfect harmony.

When the intensity began to subside, Lorena collapsed against his chest, both of them breathing heavily and sated, her heart pounding against his cold undead heart, but he felt so alive in this moment. Astarion pressed a lingering kiss to her head, his voice breathless but soft yet teasing. “Hmmm, I quite enjoy this baby-making business,” he chuckled, “Agh, darling…you’ll be the death of me… but what a glorious way to go.”

She laughed weakly, still breathless and sweaty, her lips brushing against his neck as she whispered, “I love it too, Astarion…and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Astarion’s Birthday Gift

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•Female OC x Astarion

The day had been full of laughter and warmth, a celebration of Lorena’s life surrounded by those she held dear. But as the evening approached, Astarion’s eyes gleamed with a secret, a promise that tonight would be a night for them alone, to share in the intimacy that only they understood.

As the last guests departed, he led her to their private quarters, his hand gently guiding her. "I’ve got one more surprise for you, my love," he murmured, his voice low and rich with anticipation.

Lorena raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What’s this? You’ve already spoiled me with so much today. Just being with you is gift enough."

Astarion’s smile deepened, his eyes filled with affection and something darker. "Ah, but darling, this is a gift for both of us. You deserve something special—something… more intimate." He handed her the delicately wrapped box, his fingers brushing against hers as he did.

Lorena took it, her gaze flickering between the box and Astarion. Her smile was playful as she opened it, revealing a stunning black lingerie set. "Oh? What’s this?" she teased, her voice a sultry whisper. "Astarion, are you sure this isn’t more for you than for me?"

Astarion chuckled, his laughter like velvet. "Well, darling... I can't help it if I love seeing my wife in something exquisite. So I can have the pleasure of taking it off you later... with my teeth." He flashed a grin, his tongue darting out to lick her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Lorena’s blush deepened, her heart racing as she giggled, both embarrassed and excited. "You’re impossible," she whispered, but there was no denying the warmth in her chest. "But I’ll try it on for you."

She stepped behind a divider to change, her anticipation mingling with the tenderness she felt toward him. When she emerged, the room seemed to hold its breath. Astarion stood frozen, his gaze devouring her. His eyes darkened with desire, and his lips parted slightly as if he might just lose control.

"Mmmm..." he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. "Darling, you are utterly perfect. You look divine. Now come here, I’m feeling ravenous." He took a step toward her, his arms open. "I know it’s your birthday, but I think it’s time I open my present."

Lorena’s heart fluttered, and she smiled, a mixture of excitement and affection. "Mmm, I would like that very much," she whispered, moving into his embrace.

Astarion pulled her close, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was slow and deep, as though savoring every second. His tongue slid against hers, coaxing a moan from both of them as they melted into one another.

But as their kiss deepened, his hunger for her surged. In one swift motion, he pushed her gently but firmly to the ground, his eyes gleaming with intensity. She gasped in surprise, her body flush with the thrill of it.

He hovered above her, his face inches from hers, a low growl escaping his lips. "Mmmm, my darling… I can’t wait any longer." His voice was rough, full of passion, as he began to trail kisses down her neck, his lips burning as they moved lower, across her chest, and finally, to the delicate fabric of her new lingerie. He lingered there, savoring the view of her, his touch adoring yet insistent.

She moaned softly, her body arching beneath him, her heart racing in sync with the fire that burned between them. Astarion continued to kiss her, every touch making her feel as if he were laying claim to her—body, mind, and soul.

"Mmmm…" Astarion growled softly, his gaze never leaving hers. "Tonight is about us, Lorena. I’ve longed for this moment… to show you just how deeply you are loved."

As he kissed her deeply again, his hands moved over her, his fingers tracing the lines of her body, pulling her closer with an urgent need. "By the time the sun rises, you will know every part of me. My heart, my soul, all of it wrapped around you. You are mine, now and always, in ways only we can understand."

Later, as they lay together, their bodies still entwined in the soft aftermath of their love, Astarion’s voice was a gentle murmur in the quiet of their room. "Darling," he said, his tone playful yet full of yearning. "How would you like to go skinny dipping with me under the stars? So I can make love to you again, in the moonlight, and let the heavens bear witness to how much I adore you."

Lorena smiled, her heart full of love and contentment. "I would love nothing more."

And as they left their room, stepping into the night, the stars above them seemed to shine a little brighter, as if they, too, were watching the two of them—two souls bound together, forever and always.

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Fully clothed once more, they arrived at a small, secluded spot by the river, the beauty of the night wrapping around them like a warm embrace. "Here we are, darling," Astarion said, his voice smooth and inviting.

“It’s gorgeous,” she replied, captivated. The stars sparkled like diamonds overhead, and the moon’s glow bathed them in a silver light, as if the night itself had conspired to create this moment.

He took her hand, drawing her close. His crimson eyes glimmered in the starlight, filled with warmth and longing. "My darling, my love, my mate," he said softly. "You’ve given me everything. More than I ever thought I could have. You deserve to be adored and cherished. You’ve brought me back to life."

Tears glistened in her eyes as his words sank in. “Oh, Astarion…” She felt overwhelmed by the depth of his affection.

He leaned in and kissed her, a gentle touch that quickly deepened into something electrifying. She melted against him, responding to his passion, their kisses swelling with desire. The world around them fell away, and all that mattered was the heat sparking between their bodies.

With molten desire coursing through him, Astarion began to undress her, each button undone heightening the anticipation. When they were finally bare before each other, they stepped into the river. The cool water wrapped around them, sending shivers up her spine.

Submerged, their bodies glistened as they moved together. Astarion reclaimed her lips with urgency, teasingly biting her bottom lip. A hint of blood trickled, and he licked it away, savoring every drop. “Delicious,” he murmured, lost in the taste of her.

His mouth found her neck, exploring the spot he cherished. “I could never tire of you,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin. As he nipped at her, he drank from her, delighting in her essence. Each sip made him feel more alive and complete.

Eventually, he carried her toward the beach, laying her down on the sand. "You’re breathtaking," he said, his eyes filled with admiration. He captured her lips once more, igniting a fire deep within her.

As she tangled her fingers in his white curls and traced his ear, he let out a soft groan, his desire growing. "Oh... darling," he gasped, arching into her touch. "You drive me wild."

“I need you…” he whispered, his voice thick with longing.

“Then have me, my love. I am yours,” she replied, her heart racing.

He slid his lips from hers to her neck, savoring the warmth of her skin beneath his mouth. The gentle curve of her neck invited him to explore, and he placed soft kisses along it, trailing down to her breasts. He took his time, his gaze lingering on her soft curves, mesmerized by how her chest rose and fell with each quickened breath.

He cupped one breast in his hand, feeling the weight of it against his palm, and leaned down to take the sensitive nipple into his mouth. He nipped gently, and then sucked and her gasp was pure music to his ears, a sound that fueled his growing desire. She arched her back, pushing herself toward him, urging him closer and closer, as if she were a flame and he the moth drawn to its light.

As his fingers wandered lower, trailing down to her center, he murmured, “Mmm… you’re ready for me, aren’t you?” His voice was low, teasing, promising.

“Yes…” she breathed, every part of her aching for more, yearning for his touch.

“Happy birthday, my love,” he said, the words wrapping around them like a warm blanket as he slipped two fingers inside her, filling her with pleasure. “Oh, Astarion…” she gasped, a potent mix of joy and desire flooding through her.

"You like that, don’t you?" he teased, a playful smirk dancing across his lips, the thrill of control evident in his gaze.

“Yes… yes…” she struggled to reply, completely lost in the waves of bliss that rolled over her, drowning in ecstasy.

"I want you... I need to feel you," she confessed, urgency lacing her words as she clung to him, desperate for more.

“Anything for you, darling,” he replied, his voice thick with raw need. Their bodies shifted, breaths mingling as he positioned himself between her legs, pumping himself, once, twice. Then he entered her slowly, his movements deliberate, filling her completely in a way that stole her breath away.

A soft sound escaped her lips as he moved deeper, their bodies melding together in a perfect rhythm of need and desire. He reveled in the sensations, feeling her warmth enveloping him, pulling him in, and he surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of their connection. It felt as if the world had faded away, leaving nothing but their shared pleasure.

“Come on, darling,” he urged, his voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down her spine. “I want to hear you scream for me.”

Heat coiled within her, tightening like a spring, pushing her closer to the edge. “I’m so close…” she moaned, every nerve in her body alive, buzzing with anticipation.

He quickened his pace, urgency driving him as they moved together in a passionate dance, the rhythm of their bodies echoing the intensity of their desires. Nothing else mattered; it was just them, lost in this beautiful moment where pleasure reigned supreme.

With one final, powerful thrust, they both soared into ecstasy, their bodies erupting in bliss. “Yes!” he shouted, filling her to the brink, the sensation washing over them like a tidal wave. She reveled in it, every fiber of her being exploding with pleasure, and she screamed with delight, surrendering to the overwhelming rush.

Waves of pleasure crashed over them, each surge pulling them deeper into bliss. Astarion held her close, feeling her body tense and release beneath him, surrendering completely to the overwhelming pleasure they created together.

As they basked in the afterglow, Astarion wrapped his arms around her, feeling the warmth of her skin against the coolness of his own. In the aftermath, they both laid together, breathless laughter mixing with soft whispers as the stars watched over them.

“Happy birthday, indeed,” he murmured, brushing hair from her face, his fingers tracing along her cheek, savoring the moment as he kissed her mouth gently. In the quiet of the night, beneath the stars that bore witness to their passion, they lay there in a full embrace. Both sighing in contentment, both filled with so much love for each other.

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Yep….lick the screen, you know you want to.

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Astarion’s devotion for her runs deep.

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Another beautiful commission created by @karkyna of Astarion and Lorena.

•Lirien’s Birth•

Astarion’s cool touch sent waves of relief through Lorena’s fevered skin as he held her close, his chest pressed against her back, whispering encouragement between soft kisses on her brow. She gripped his hands tightly, anchoring herself in his presence, his words the lifeline pulling her through the pain.

“You’re doing so well, darling,” he murmured, his voice trembling with emotion. “Just a little more, love. You’re almost there.”

Lorena’s breath came in ragged gasps as she pushed, her body trembling with exhaustion. Jaheira’s steady voice reached her ears, “One last push, cub, you’ve got this.”

With a final, desperate cry, Lorena gave everything she had left. Then, silence—broken only by the sharp cry of their newborn daughter. Jaheira quickly handed the baby to Halsin, who cleaned her gently before turning with a smile.

“A girl,” Halsin announced warmly, handing the small bundle to Lorena and Astarion. “A beautiful, healthy girl.”

“A girl…” Lorena gasped through tears, her entire body sagging with both exhaustion and overwhelming joy.

Astarion’s eyes were wide, his breath caught in his throat as he gazed at the tiny creature in their arms—his daughter. Her dark brown curls clung to her delicate head, her skin as pale as his, and her little chest rose and fell with soft coos. He could scarcely believe it. He kissed her tiny brow, feeling his own tears spill over.

“She’s perfect,” he whispered, his voice breaking with wonder.

As they held her skin to skin, the baby stirred, her small eyes fluttering open. Lorena let out a gasp, her hand trembling as she touched her daughter’s cheek. “Astarion, her eyes… look at her eyes.”

His dead heart seemed to skip a beat. “Yes, meleth nin, they’re beautiful. What about them?”

Lorena’s voice was filled with realization, her tears spilling freely now. “They’re hazel… not brown like mine. Astarion, that means… your eyes, before…”

It hit him then—the truth settling in. He stared at his daughter, his own hazel eyes reflected back at him through hers. “My… my eyes?” His voice was barely a whisper.

Lorena smiled through her tears, gently passing their daughter into his arms. The baby cooed softly, her tiny hand curling against his chest as Astarion gazed down at her in awe. “My eyes…” he breathed, tears falling freely now. “She’s beautiful… they’re beautiful.”

For the first time in centuries, he saw a part of himself he thought lost forever. And in that moment, holding his daughter close, Astarion realized that he didn’t need to know everything about being a father. He just needed love. And for this precious girl, he had an endless supply.

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Beautiful art of Astarion and Lorena by @karkyna

In my lore, Lorena has a beautiful ethereal voice and Astarion asks her to sing to him at night while they are cuddled in their bed roll to help keep his nightmares at bay.

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Their love is so hot!

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FLASH WARNING ‼️

“When we have each other, we find the strength to confront our demons and the courage to face the darkness within. Together, we can embrace a life worth living, filled with hope and love. In your arms, I no longer fear the shadows of my past, for you are the light that guides me forward. With you by my side, I am not alone. We will walk this path, not as broken souls, but as partners, ready to build something beautiful out of the pieces we’ve reclaimed.”

•Astarion 🖤 Lorena•

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Astarion always ends up being a stealth archer in my runs, I like justifying it w the thought he got dragged out on royal hunts as a kid

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Beautiful art piece of Lorena and Astarion made by @mahtsazizi on Instagram

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Astarion’s voice trembles, stripped of its usual bravado. “You’re real. Sometimes I still can’t believe it.”

He holds her closer, their bodies entwined as he continues, his words heavy with the weight of centuries.

“I spent so long praying to every god I could name, begging for an escape from Cazador’s nightmare. Not one of them answered…until you. You saved me in ways I never dreamed possible. I finally understand…you were that answer. I love you, darling.”

Lorena cradles his face in her hands, her touch gentle and soothing.

“I’m here. I’m yours, Astarion. Always.” Tears glisten in her eyes as she whispers, “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”

He cups her face, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek as she closes her eyes, surrendering to his touch.

“You’re here now, my love. That’s all that matters.”

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She broke her oath for love. And she would break it again for Astarion! If you watch it until the end, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

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Because we all need it!

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From the Hells

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My BBs as Avariel Deities!!

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“Even without the mirror’s cruel honesty, where beauty holds no secrets, I see Astarion as a masterpiece crafted by time’s relentless hand. Yet behind his flawless facade lies a soul shattered by centuries of bondage, where his own body became a prison, and every reflection he cannot see is a reminder of the freedom he was denied. And yet…I have fallen deeply and irrevocably in love with him.” - From Lorena’s personal diary