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Chapter 5: The Gods made you, to ruin me.

Arendith sat around the fire with her companions. They were all eating and drinking celebrating another victory against a small village of goblins. They had gotten over the kerfuffle of the last few days and things had settled back to “normality” within the camp. The mood quickly turned to teasing as alcohol flowed through their veins. Gale thumped Astarion across the back with a knowing look as his gaze fell onto the common thread that pulled them together. “She sure is something isn’t she Astarion? Looks like you’ve gotten lucky enough to find someone to share your life with.”

“I wouldn’t say that Darling. We’re just having a good time together. Carnal pleasure and all that.” the elf responded nonchalantly.

“Well at least some of us are having a good time. I only hope to be able to make someone scream the way Fangs has Arendith crying his name. Gods, the orgasms must be mind-blowing… With that on the table, I’d be jumping to stay at camp every day.” Karlach laughed.

Gale chimed in “When I was romancing Mystra, our lovemaking was second to none. There were nights I lost the ability to walk.”

Arendith made a show of looking at her glass and licking her lips “Oh yes yes, he makes sure I come at least twice before he allows himself to finish. Something about the taste of my blood ya da ya da…” she swirled the liquid in her cup before taking a sip nonplussed. “Anyways I’m off for some rest lovelies.” She bowed dramatically taking her exit.

Astarion stood up to head to his tent and before he knew what he was doing he asked “Is that a no for our nightly dinner date then Darling?”

Arendith rolled her eyes and changed her course towards his tent as she felt his familiar tug on her brain. You are positively delightful you little lying Minx. She pushed open his tent flap, settling into position for him to feed. “What? I wasn’t lying. You make sure I feel so good, Sweetness.” she replied to his question avoidantly. Astarion shuffled behind her nosing lazily into her neck, nudging and lapping to find the perfect spot. “And yet I’ve had you and know you speak lies. Do you forget you dance with a professional?” He test nips at her neck before deciding against the spot. Your performance is almost as practiced and sterile as mine is. He thinks to himself.

“You may have enjoyed yourself but there was a distinct lack of Orgasm. I know what it feels like to have a body grasp around me… around my cock…” Astarion grabs her chin and tilts her neck roughly propping it to the side before he drags his other hand to free her neck of the hair draping her shoulder. “I overheard you telling Wyll about your husband. Did he not care to please his woman? Or perhaps it was more that he didn't know how…” he bit down into her neck with a bruising pressure. He had found that she wouldn't stop him if he wanted to be rougher with his feedings. He would often find himself slinking to his tent to relieve the painful strain his cock would feel after handling her so harshly. He groaned and loosened his grip on her chin allowing his hand to caress and tickle against the leather collar pushed up so he could feed.

“Do not tread in waters you can't swim in Astarion. I’d hate for you to drown.” The female elf bared her fangs threateningly. She shifted her hands up to drag against his ears allowing her claws to scrape against the flesh teasingly and smiled when she felt them twitch. “The same could be said of you. I know when someone is into me. Your moves are far too calculated.”

When his fangs left her skin she flipped herself to face him, legs twined behind his back. She made a point of giving her hips a few rolls against him as she brought her lips to his opposite ear to whisper “Just because you fill me with your cum doesn’t mean you experienced one either…” Arendith brought her hand to “lovingly” sweep against his face. “I suppose you missed the part of the conversation with Wyll where I told him that Alistair wasn’t my husband. I existed for his pleasure… and the pleasure of any he deemed worthy.” she gently flicked and then pinched his nipple “He liked to have a trophy to goad others… so when he found out his little lab rat of a ‘Sommelier’ made others drool… Well... Then I was put out like a buffet for the starving. Only he took pleasure in hoarding it all to himself. All titles and no commitment in case he got bored.”

She reached down to lap at his other nipple while working the other with her fingers. She drew her fangs over it roughly before bringing pleasure to her game of pain by popping it into her mouth and sucking. “If Alistair deemed it appropriate to feast in front of his hall of guests, then I complied.” She pulled off his top before making a sensual show of removing hers, moving to trail her lips down his stomach, making sure to use her teeth every once in a while to keep off rhythm. She unlaced him and edged his pants down to run her tongue and nose along the V of his legs. “So no. He didn’t make me come and scream his name… But I made sure that he screamed mine.”

Arendith pushed Astarion to the ground forcing his pants down to his ankles. She trailed a claw ever so gingerly up his perineum before popping his balls into her mouth to suck one at a time. She pushed her thumbs into his hips making a show of kitten licking and kissing her way up the underside of his hardening cock locking her crimson eyes onto his as he looked at her with bated breath. “Arendith…” he croaked his voice, sounding more strained than he wanted. His eyes fluttered shut as she took him into her mouth and whined as she slid him into the back of her throat. “Dear gods… you filthy tease. The Gods’ have made you to ruin me.” His head fell back with a growl in his chest. She popped her mouth off him in an exaggerated manner and smirked before she said “Oh it’d be a shame if I were to just…” She crawled up his body, stalking, allowing his cock to settle between her breasts before squeezing her arms together forcing them to envelop him. “Hmmm, get up and leave…?” she pushed a knuckle to nudge and rub against the ring of his arse. “Or maybe…” She pulled away to sit on her knees, legs spread but still clothed, she dragged her hands and claws down her breasts and her body to dip into her loose pants. Arendith let her mouth drop open seductively as she ran a finger through her folds, she stroked her clit a few times gauging her fingers sufficiently wet for her game. She removed them to bring them up to his mouth, pulling them away saucily as he reached to suck on them. “Or maybe I should make use of these talents…” she smirked before slowly inserting the finger into his ass making sure to brush up against his prostate.

The look on her face was so close to the one he imagined he had used to destroy his marks, a fang peeking out of her lip, her eyes glazed in lust. He couldn’t stop himself from sighing as she stroked into him, breasts swaying sensually as she moved to bring her mouth back onto him. “Hells below…” he moaned and threaded his fingers into her hair to stop her from removing herself from his now painfully aroused member. Astarion started trailing his hand to massage the tips of her ears causing his lover to moan around him. As the vibrations moved up her throat and zapped their way over his dick he bit his lower lip and thrust into her eagerly before he panicked and removed himself from her mouth and sat up on his elbows “I.. I’m sorry I lost all sense of control…” his skin crawled with pleasure and his fingers twitched against her scalp.

Arendith removed her finger from him seating herself back on her knees. “I… I can stop if you want…” she looked down hesitantly before recovering “I did tell Lae’zel I’d think about taking her up on her offer to meet at the old ruins nearby.” At that remark, a streak of possessiveness ran through him and he gripped her face and brought it to his lips, letting a moan escape into her mouth as he tasted himself on her.

“Dear gods don’t you dare. You may as well stake me it’d kill me all the same.” he groaned moving to lap up the dried blood that had run down from his puncture wounds onto her breasts. “Would you dare deprive me of that luscious mouth, Temptress?” she grinned at his words and moved to continue. Before Death could reach his frustratingly hard cock and wrap her warmth around him he pushed his hand to thumb at her chin gently, tilting it up to look at him. “You don’t have to do this, Little Death.” he swallowed hard in an attempt to calm himself, wondering why he opened his damned mouth.

She paused bringing her fingers to his lips to stop him from responding. “Oh, but I do find myself wanting to, lover.” she worked her way back down to lick at the precum dribbling from him. “But stop me if you must. I can find other things to amuse my oral fixations.” Astarion’s leg muscles twitched eagerly as he watched her take him into her mouth once again, twisting her tongue around his head, using suction to pull his foreskin down. She sped up bobbing her head using aural cues to gauge his reactions. As his breathing increased she slowed her pace to a teasingly languid pace causing him to whine. Death removed her mouth causing Astarion to whimper in frustration so she changed tactics. She started using one hand to pump him and the other to massage his heavy balls. “Should I use my fingers on you again Saucy little Rogue? Hit that perfect spot inside you until you paint me with your cum?” she tugged just hard enough on his cock to mix some pain in with his pleasure. “Tell me what you want Astarion. Your wish is my command.” she nipped his hip bone eyes blowing out when she saw a few beads of blood bloom on his skin.

Panic rose in both of them, but his breath stopped when she collected it and brought it to her mouth. She closed her eyes moaning deeply at the rich taste. He stuttered as he watched her, setting his brain, heart, and cock all at war with each other. He whined loudly, frustration from her edging showing on his face. “Gods Death I don’t care… just… Just stop teasing me.” he borderline yelled, pent-up energy lacing his every word. He didn’t know enough about what he’d enjoy to choose, even if his brain wasn’t in his prick at the moment.

Arendith took a few steadying breaths before lowering her head onto his member once again, moving her hands to grasp at his hips desperate for the feeling of his skin on hers. Her ears flickered at the sounds dropping out of Astarion’s mouth causing her to moan wantonly. Waves of blood and sexual lust rippled through her body as she set to devour the man laid out for her. Astarion carded his fingers through her dark platinum locks, breath stuttering as he bucked into her without abandon.

“F-fuuuuck Death…” he cried as she took two fingers and thrust them into his ass, doing her best to match the pace of his thrusts. Astarion’s mouth dropped into an open-mouthed pant as she chased his pleasure by stroking her fingers into him in a circular massage. “Ohh Gods, right there… Don’t stop, please. Ahh- heh.” he opened his dark ruby eyes doing his best to focus his field of view on the feast for his viewing pleasure. Arendith was perched between him, eyes closed and tearing, hair disheveled, lips swollen from his abuse. He could just make out her breasts swaying like the most erotic pendulum he’d ever seen. The urge to paint over her barely visible freckles with his colours took over, sending another quake through his body, barrelling him towards ecstasy faster than he could ever have guessed possible. “I-I’m so…” A high-pitched breathy sound escaped his mouth, he was being entirely too vocal and needy but he couldn’t find it in himself to give a shit.

Astarion’s ruts became deep and shallow in an attempt to slot himself into her throat. He let his head drop back as his body started to twitch and fireworks began bursting behind his eyes as he felt her tongue caress his cock to gather leaking fluid. His ears dropped down, fangs gripped his lower lip, and with a final brush against his spot, he lurched forward, mouth open in a silent scream. With her throat bobbing in a swallow, her hands massaging his balls he splattered thick ropes of cum into her mouth. He thrust himself through another sickeningly sweet riptide of fire roaring through his body, coming too far back on the outward beat. His eyes opened wide as so many emotions rolled over him, fear, lust, possession, as he watched the last few kicks from his cock decorate her face and chest with his seed.

He immediately went to stroke himself through the vestiges of his orgasm when he found Arendith’s hand snaking its way up to milk him through the mind shatter. Her head nuzzled into his side to lap at anything left he had to give her, giving him quite the show. Dizzy from the last sparks of electricity flitting through his body he kept his eyes closed to steady himself, still panting, his body oversensitive. As if she could read his thoughts or body, she removed herself and brought her head to rest on his stomach for a few moments. She was silent, eyes closed, hand beside her head, gently against his side.

Astarion thought she had fallen asleep, but she pulled herself up to boop him on the nose. “Mmm, now that’s what I thought, my little cinnamon roll. A much more convincing performance.” she stood up and put her shirt on, turning to exit his tent.

“And where do you think you’re going? Perhaps I’m not through with you yet.” he lilted, eyes heavy with implied lust, pitch dropped to velvet.

Arendith gave an airy laugh, as she stepped out into the night before popping her head back into view. “It’s, hmmm, how did you put it?” She gripped her chin in thought before theatrically mocking him “Ah! Thats right. ‘If you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more filling.” She lets out a breathy giggle as she turns away, and he realizes: She flipped his game back on him.

“Well shit.” he mutters to himself.

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Connections

His vision was hazy, the scent of blood and fear filled his nose, and the pounding of his heart in his ears. He heard his voice weakly giving attempts at soothing as he heard her screams through the air. Everything came into sharp focus at the sound of infant cries…

Astarion bolted upright from his trance the sounds still ringing in his ears. His undead heart would be bursting through his chest walls if it could. He could hear the sound of Karlach’s voice floating over to his tent punctuated by the sound of large amounts of liquid hitting the ground. He stumbled from his tent the smell of blood once again assaulting his senses.

“Hey Soldier, It’s ok… Just settle down.” Astarion rounded the corner of his tent to the sound of retching. He looked around to find Karlach holding Death’s hair as the elf was on all four heaving up a copious amount of blood.

He found himself standing by them despite his disgust he leaned down to Arendith and stroked her back. “What is going on here Darling?” the calm and care in his voice surprised him and Karlach. He looked up to the Tiefling as he took over and gently tied his lover's hair back while Karlach moved over to grab a cloth and some water handing them to Astarion.

“I found her out by the fire digging her nails into her arms, shivering, when I tried to talk to her she bolted… She fell here and started vomiting, Should I get Shadowheart… That’s some pretty da-” Karlach crossed her arms in concern before turning to get the cleric.

Astarion quickly cut her off “It’s ok! I’ve got this. We had quite a bit of wine tonight so I’ll keep an eye on her. Red wine hangovers can be quite intense, Darling. I’ll shout if anything…” He bent down further taking her shaking form into his arms. He wasn’t sure why he was doing this for someone he had only known for a few weeks. He’d even recently opened up to her about Cazador and some of the torture he’d endured.

“Ok, thanks Fangs. Keep me updated.” Karlach planted a gentle kiss on Arendith’s head watching as Astarion took her to his tent.

Once inside he placed her gently on his bedroll and wrapped her in a blanket. Astarion sat in front of her and wiped down her face attempting his best to do it as softly as she had just a tenday prior. He stayed silent and poured a cup of water for her resting it beside her for when she was ready. He knew what this was right away. It had happened to him as well but he had managed to keep himself together. Astarion gently reached for her hands unfurling her clenched fists and wiping them of blood before moving to clean up her arms.

“I’m afraid your manicure will have to wait, darling. You’ve all but destroyed your pretty nails.” he looked into the far-off look in her eyes, wishing he could summon her little beloved companion jackalope. “Where is Beans love? Should I call for her?” he wrinkled his nose taking in her appearance, bloody vomit speckling her outfit and chest. He grabbed a fresh cloth, a basin, and a soap bar. “Alright Little Death” he shuffled closer to her unsure of how to proceed. “Ah, I’m going to…” He paused and watched her lower lip tremble “Maybe I should go get Karlach” Astarion went to stand up and paused when he felt her familiar tingle in his brain, he gasped as he was assaulted with images in quick succession of each other.

Arendith fell to her knees as a leather leash yanked her forward. A metal muzzle is attached to a metal collar as she is commanded to hunt. Arendith writhes in pain as her head is retrained by someone, a tattoo needle puncturing her lip while a man laughs in the background. Arendith is in a cell bloodied and beaten chained to a wall while a drow male screams above her. Starvation is all he feels aching at his core.

He’s brought back to himself, his skin prickling, the taste of bile in his mouth. Astarion looks up into her face and reaches to place his thumb on the lip and chin tattoo before leaning in. “Death… I…”

Arendith shakes her head, and he sees her really for the first time as she is with no mask. Her eyes are dull, her skin is more grey than normal, and even her freckles are pale. He knows she’s starved, but even more than that she’s tired. It’s like she hasn’t been trancing or at least not well. He whispers the name unsure as to how he even knows of its existence. “Alistair…” his lips curl in a snarl which he quickly tampers as her eyes blow wide.

Astarion finds himself floundering just sitting on his knees. He reached forward pausing as his lover flinches. “I… I’m just going to clean you up Darling…” his cool fingers gingerly swept the shoulders of her dress down. “I’m sorry, I know it’s cool, but once you’ve cleaned up we’ll warm you back up.” He wiped the cloth gently over her sweat-glistened chest his fang catching on his lip in concentration. “Alright my sweet” he patted her rump gently before standing “I’m going to fetch something, I’ll be gone but a moment.” He grabbed a spare shirt and placed it beside her watching as her eyes flared in fear again, body squirming unable to contain the panic within.

Astarion’s pale hand grabbed her chin gently again to center her. “Arendith, you are safe here. He won’t be able to walk into this camp and get you any more than Cazador would be able to grab me. Karlach would throw them straight to the hells. Not to mention our other companions. Trust me…?” He kissed her hand and let her eyes hold his for a moment before he dropped her hand thankful that lying came so easily to him. He knew if he didn’t believe the words out of his mouth she wouldn’t but it may help her feel more secure. He stepped out of the tent careful to block anyone’s view. Everyone was stumbling about the fire wondering what the noise was about. Karlach walked over and he gave her a quick request for Gale as he handed her a jar from his stores. Astarion paused before entering “I’m coming back in Little Death. Just use your words if you aren’t decent.”

He looked behind him to glare at anyone making fun of his softness or the use of the nickname but found them all looking at him tersely, concerned for their leader trying not to look like they were prying as Gale busied himself warming up Astarions’ meal. After not hearing her response, he pulled back the tent flap to find her standing shyly in his ruffled shirt billowing on her body. He stiffened slightly willing his body not to react. Something possessive in him screamed at seeing her in his clothing. Astarion wasn’t sure why he was so concerned over this elf, or why she was having the effects over him that she was. But he chalked it up to pulling on the threads of his trauma and nobody deserved to experience anything close to what he had. He swallowed hard and decided to file his issues under ‘to deal with later/preferably never’ and stepped into the tent, extinguishing a few candles to dim the lighting for her senses. He reached out for her hand gingerly as he sat down behind her.

As Death sat shakily between his legs, he pulled her closer as he wrapped a blanket around the two of them. Astarion’s nose was nudging up her neck as he settled into the position as Gale opened the tent flap.

“Astarion honestly I don’t know what you’re playing at asking for reheated dinner while Arend…”

He paused as two sets of red eyes glowed in the tent and Gale took in the sight before him. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?”

Astarion growled lowly in his throat but before he could do much more Arendith snarled at the wizard and yelled “NOTHING, JUST LEAVE THE BLOOD AND GO BACK TO BED.” she paused. “THAT GOES FOR ALL OF YOU OUT THERE I CAN HEAR YOU ALL.” she heard Karlach snickering before her mothering instincts took over and she herded Gale back to his tent.

“We’ll handle this all in the morning everyone, Astarion has her in check I’m on watch so don’t bother sneaking out to try to pull anything!” Karlach chided the group. “Night Soldier, Fangs… I’ll be here if need be ok?” she left and closed the tent flap on her best friend and the vampire knowing she’d be safe.

Astarion grabbed the goblet and sipped it cautiously checking the temperature he placed it aside for his snack after what he needed to do. He sat on his knees in front of the female elf “Are you still nauseated?” he looked her over for any signs of further stress noting the slow gallop of her heart as Arendith shook her head. “Ok,” he shuffled her legs into a V as he settled in between them moving his shirt from his neck “If you didn’t eat earlier you’ll need to feed now. Your body needs to recover.” he crooked his neck revealing the twin puncture wounds before he dropped his voice to barely above a whisper, shy in his words. “Please… let me repay the favour. I don’t know that I’ll taste as good as anyone, well, living… But it’ll do what you need.” He paused waiting for the feeling of her nuzzling to his neck to sus out her place, or for a bite… or for well, anything really but nothing came. He turned his head to regard her and found her eyes closed head pointed down to the ground a look of pain and shame on her face.

Arendith’s voice left her wavering and gravely “Astarion… I… I can’t.”

He spun around to face her his trademark flirty tone back “What do you mean you can’t? I’m right here Darling, ready, willing, and offering. Just bite…” his hand flourished.

Death curled her upper lip at him aggressively “YOU THINK I WOULDN’T LOVE TO?! I. CAN’T. BITE.” her curled lip swapped to a subtle smirk before she quickly moved her head into his space making a show of sniffing up his neck “At least I can’t bite to feed.” she nipped her fangs against Astarion’s ear. “I can bite in plenty of other ways…”

Astarion rolled his eyes before putting his hand to grip over her face while pushing her away. “You didn’t let me get away with that. Ergo you aren’t either pet. I thought we used our words and not our body.”

Arendith huffed against his hand “Don’t call me pet I hate it… Alistair called me that.” she paused searching his face to see if he’d drop the topic. “What do you want me to say… You have your scars… I have mine, only mine are cursed to stop me from biting anything without his permission, which obviously I cannot get.” she pointed to her chin tattoo “Not that he ever gave it if he could. Unlike the others I couldn’t be compelled so he saw fit to find ways he could control me.” she kept her eyes to the ground not wanting to see any pity in his eyes but looked up when she saw him move.

A pale hand holding a goblet extended into her view offering the goblet. “Please, eat… I already ate, I honestly got this warmed for you…” he set it beside her before lying on his side. He watched as she eagerly drank down the blood feeling saliva pool in his mouth, again finding himself hungry for her. Astarion came back to himself to find her looking down at him with heavy glowing eyes. He reached up to wipe the trail of blood from her upper lip and sucking it off his thumb. Arendith smiled at him before leaning down to kiss his nose gently.

“I’ve already taken up a lot of your rest… I’m sorry.” She stood up and opened the tent flap “You know… I’d throw your words back at you and say you’ve given me a gift. But that isn’t quite right… Unless a person can be a gift… Then that is what you are…”

Before he could reply she left his tent probably to join in on the cuddle puddle of Karlach, Beans, Scratch, the Owlbear, and that darn cat. How she slept in such chaos was beyond him. He blew out the remaining candles and palmed at himself trying to shift his discomfort as his mind reeled. As he settled into his bedroll to resume his trance he was brought from his daydreaming by the shuffle of his tent flap moving once again.

“Death?” he mumbled sleepily, as he opened his eyes to scan the room he saw nothing but darkness. He sat up looking for the source of the disturbance before his eyes settled on that damned curious creature sitting at the door tail curled in on its body. He rolled his eyes “And what will you be wanting?” he laid back down hearing the creature chirp. “Well come on then.” he huffed as the Ragdoll sauntered up to nose its way under his blankets. “Oh for the love of- Why aren’t you with the damned druid and her ‘Cuddle puddle’.” he half mocked. The cat nuzzled into the crook of his arm, purring away happily under the protection of his body and the bedding. Astarion scritched the cat under its chin before wrapping his arm around its warm body. “This stays between us Kitten. Sleep well.”

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Our own Little Somewhere

Astarion stood at the entrance of his tent as he did every night, book in hand trying his damndest to read. Once he heard Karlach and Gale going on about the golden sparks in Arendith's green eyes he huffed slammed his book shut, and glanced over to the fire. Did the idiots not see the truth right before them? She ate with them… but her mouth was fanged like his own, but she was a druid. He supposed it was not uncommon for them to have fangs… And Yet she bore the marks on her neck. They knew what he was, why didn't she just tell them? They weren't super thrilled about having a vampire in camp but they hadn't killed him yet.

“Fangs! Come to join in on the fun? I’m sure Arendith here would LOVE it if you did.” Karlach winked at Arendith who was braiding her hair. Arendith blushed but let the tiefling go about her affections; they'd become fast friends. Gale tossed Karlach a few apples and she started pantomiming with them in a falsetto “OH ASTARION! HOW EVER COULD I STAY AWAY FROM YOUR TEMPTING SMILE” Gale snickered before adding in his best attempt at Astarion “Oh Little Death, You make my undead heart beat again” Karlach had the two apples doing what she hoped could only look like two apples trying to make out before they ended up bruised and smooshed in her hands. “BAM Applesauce!” She started to lick her palms.

He looked to Arendith and cocked his brow, somehow he didn’t think that she would have told anyone of that little pet name that had slipped out a few times. She’d taken to sleeping under Karlach’s tent if it was raining as she’d stopped bothering to try pitching her own, he was slightly jealous that she’d become so close to the infernal ticking time bomb and the literal magical bomb. Arendith gently rubbed the forehead of the little Harlequin Jackalope she’d taken to as a familiar, before gently putting her down and giving Astarion a knowing look. He’d been forbidden to feed off the myriad of animals they’d taken to their camp. A dog, an owlbear, the jackalope, and now there seemed to be a bloody cat in the mix as well. It seemed the Ragdoll had taken to choosing him as a companion and would often slink from chasing its meals to lying in the sun on a cushion or chair while he read. It’d even on a recent occasion deemed his lap an ideal bed while he repaired his clothing one night. He would never admit it but he did find its presence comforting and found himself missing it after a nightmare or two.. or three… He watched as Arendith swayed to the forest and as her form disappeared he laid his book down to follow after her. He wasn't as sneaky as he planned, cat calls and Karlach's loud voice boomed behind him he rolled his eyes as he heard her oblivious-natured comment “Think he’s going to take her hunting?” He could just picture the rest of their friends giggling at her innocence.

Astarion caught her sneaking up to a deer knife in hand preparing to spring he leaned against a tree watching in silence shaking his head at her technique. He watched as she gripped the knife before throwing it to the ground frustrated. He stalked behind her, arms wrapping around her waist like vines “Darling, I was just thinking about you. Remembering our time together, The things we’ve shared - and I don’t just mean that lovely neck of yours. I’m growing to like the whole package, honestly. And you clearly like me too, so…”

Arendith sighed allowing herself a moment of reprieve despite her hunger. “What gave it away?” she rolled her eyes.

Astarion trailed his fingers along her jaw “I could feel it when I was getting lost in your neck. Your little shakes of excitement.” she snorted at this leaving him to his games letting the part about him barely containing his excitement at times, small noises that would escape his mouth as he fed, falling unacknowledged.

“You enjoyed it didn’t you?” he turned her around with a heavily lidded gaze.

“I will say that it was… more pleasurable than when my Master fed, however a Lady never tells.” Arendith said breathily.

“You don’t have to say a thing - I already know how you feel. Because I feel it too.” Astarion said his voice dropping a few octaves. “We could take an evening to ourselves. Get away from camp - get some privacy... I know somewhere quiet. Somewhere intimate. Somewhere we can… indulge in each other.” he trailed his hands to stroke against her pointed ear.

Arendith's flesh pimpled, and her pupils enlarged. She reciprocated the gesture before trailing her hands down his shirt and giving him a gentle peck on the lips. “Sounds good to me, Darling.”

“Wonderful. I just hope we won’t have to wait too long before we can steal away. But once we can, I promise you a night you’ll never forget.” He cooed. “See you there, Lover” he lilted before backing away stalking after the deer she had let get away.

After a successful hunt and a filling dinner, he walked up to the clearing shirt in hand to wipe the sweat and blood from his face. Hearing a soft humming he paused stealthily behind a tree, once he recognized the language as Sylvan he peaked his head around to see Arendith in the stream. So she had found his little spot of refuge… She was in the water arms wrapped around her flawless skin fingers trailing after the water drops in reverence. Astarion swallowed hard eyes blown wide in predation. She was ethereal in the moonlight, water dancing down her pale freckled breasts, Platinum Silver hair running down her back and shoulders. He steeled himself against the oncoming onslaught that tonight would bring, readjusting himself before stepping out from behind the tree as his brain screamed MINE at him. “There you are. I’ve been waiting,” he said voice automatically dropping into the roll. “Waiting from the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting to have you.”

Arendith replied without turning her head sluicing the water from her hair before combing her fingers through. “You don’t have me yet.” She turned to face him drawing herself from the river teasingly slow.

“Don’t I? You’re here. And I don’t think you want to talk.” Astarion met her at the edge of the water offering her his hand. She took it feeling the electricity run between them, eyes following him as he stepped behind her fingers trailing across her shoulders as he went. “I think you want to be known. To be tasted.” he brushed her hair to the side nosing into her neck.

She turned herself to face him drawing her hands up to his chest while shifting her body to one hip making sure to drag them close to him. Arendith trailed her hand down to palm at his clothed cock. “And what is it that you want?” she pushed her hand against him roughly giving him friction if he sought it.

“What do any of us want? Pleasure. Yours. Mine. Our collective ecstasy. That is what you want, isn’t it? To lose yourself in me?” he said face beside hers, stroking his hand up her ear. Arendith moaned breathily in his ear.

“No... I believe sex is a sharing of the soul” She kissed his chin trailing her lips down his neck to his bite mark letting her fangs scrape lightly. “Not a transaction…” she started untying his pants “Not a distraction.. At least not solely..” she worked her long elven fingers under his undergarments. Astarion tucked his head down bringing his lips to hers, he eased his tongue against her lips causing her to open her mouth for him. Precise. Practiced. Perfect.

He grabbed her under her ass lifting her against a tree, they pushed back against the other bringing an urgency to the kiss. She shoved him not ungently, his eyes widened in shock as he landed on his back. Arendith dragged herself teasingly down his body kissing a trail as she did, he lifted his hips for her to remove his pants. On her way back up she lightly dragged her fingers up his skin avoiding his leaking cock. Astarion grabbed her and pushed her onto her back, nudging into her neck as he caged her in with his body. She bared her neck for him and he eagerly sunk his fangs into the soft flesh. His mind wanted to retreat but the taste of her blood flooding his mouth forced him to awareness.

He reached between their bodies running his pale digits between her folds, delighted to find her responding as planned. Astarion unlatched his fangs from her neck lapping his tongue against the wound gently before bringing his fingers to his mouth and making a show of popping them in. He closed his eyes and bobbed his head once along their length “Delicious.” he brought his lips down to brush against hers again, and she ran her hands down his back bringing her hips to rut against his hardness for relief. He found himself wanting to push back. The slick between her legs coated her lower lips enough that when he drew his hips back to grind back down against her clit he instead found himself finding home. Arendith shuddered as he slid in, allowing a deep groan to fall from her lips.

His mind reeled from the sensations of heat and tightness around him, although his brain wanted to dissociate he found himself wanting to chase his pleasure for once. He was free to bed who HE wanted now. Damned if he wasn't at least going to get some modicum of pleasure from it. He slowly and teasingly unsheathed himself fully removing his shaft causing her to whine before he slid back in. Irrationally slow, just enjoying the feeling of her tightness peeling back his foreskin as he pushed himself further. He made a point of rolling his hips upwards ensuring his pelvic bone would push into her clit. He paused when their hips met and he felt his head nestle against her cervix. Arendith whimpered, pulling his ear lobe into her mouth, her fang running along the edge.

He dragged the pads of his fingers down her body pausing to grope at her breasts, pinching a nipple. He had planned on more foreplay but apparently, their bodies were telling a different story tonight. He reached down to stroke against her clit causing her to buck her hips upwards, a nervous gasp falling from his lover's lips.

Astarion laughed internally he supposed this officially made them lovers... there was no grizzly end with Cazador having this one. He could revisit this body and mark it claiming her as his protector. His to use as he saw fit. He found that his hips had continued bucking, slowly picking up the pace, when he felt more of her sweet honey run down her channel coating his cock in thick fluid he snapped back to himself. Astarion grabbed her hips watching as her hands roamed her chest as she moaned. His skin pebbled as she tickled her fingers up his back and neck to settle in his hair grasping his head forcefully nosing into his neck.

Arendith licked a stripe across his puncture marks, her fangs dragging across the skin. Her claws scraped pleasantly across his scalp, he pulled her hips hard against him as her breathy moans dragged from her mouth he rutted up into her pelvic bone. He surprised himself when he felt his cock explode against her cervix seeking to bury itself as deep as he could go. Like it could somehow know something he didn't.

Astarion brought his forehead down to rest on hers, both of them panting. He found himself kissing her softly as he pulled out. He sat back on his legs allowing his mind to assess his current state. He’d done well tonight, secured himself an ally, and bonus points that he had enough pleasure to empty his balls into her. It’d been a while since he’d found sex enjoyable enough to do so. Of course, he’d held back, this wasn't about his orgasm, or lack of one, just ejaculating was pleasurable enough. It was about hers and.. his brain lurched back to the present as he felt a soft hand and a wet cloth come to wipe his face gently before also wiping down his glistening yet flaccid prick.

“I know it's probably weird… I’m sorry… I just… thought it might feel nice to have someone take care of you after… I figured your Master… Errr You know what? Nevermind. Forget I -” Arendith stumbled through her words. “I’m ruining things aren’t I?” she dragged her hand down her face groaning as she tossed the cloth aside. She laid herself beside Astarion nudging her nose into his side taking in a deep whiff of his scent. She purred as she noted his skin carrying her scent as she closed her eyes, slipping into a trance.

Astarion stiffly moved his arm to wrap around her unsure as to what he was doing but hoping it would lure her into trusting him further. He sighed as he closed his eyes and also slipped into a trance.

The next morning Arendith awoke to Astarion sunning himself back exposed to her. She stretched out luxuriously “Mmm not staying for a cuddle?” she decided against mentioning his scars, he’d tell her about them when he was ready.

Astarion stood still facing away from her pointedly enjoying his sun. “You sleep light. I thought you’d be exhausted after last night.”

Ahh we’re back to this Astarion, thought Arendith. Pity, she was starting to really enjoy his company, well if he wanted to still play games it was no skin off her back. “Did you enjoy it? It seemed like you weren’t fully there.”

He brought his arms down before turning his head slightly, still making a point to not look at her. “I was holding back a little, it’s true. I didn’t want to lose control. Delicious as you were, I didn’t want to go too far. Now, shall we get on? I want to go before anyone else thanks me for saving their tails.”

Arendith stood up replacing her dress and fussing with her hair. After she deemed herself presentable in the water, she raked her nails softly up his bare arm “Well if there’s a next time… If I could put up with Alistair, I can take much more from the likes of you.” she turned to saunter off leaving his mind reeling but he caught her wrist with a smirk on his face he said “Oh and don’t feel the need to brag to the others about our little tryst. Given the noise you made last night they already know.” she returned a quirked brow and a saucy smile before freeing her wrist with a quick motion swaying her hips as she went.

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Meeting Death on AO3

Chapter 1: Meeting Death

Arendith reflects on her first few days with another ragtag group of travelers. When she tries to rest, her trance gets interrupted by an obvious intruder.

Chapter 2: Target Acquired

Arendith and Astarion start to play their games in full force.

Chapter 3: Our own Little Somewhere

Astarion propositions Arendith after deciding to up his game and pursue protection.

Chapter 4: Connections

Astarion gets awoken from his sleep only to need to solve an issue. By the end of the night, he ends up with his own pet.

Chapter 5: The Gods' made you, to ruin me.

Arendith flips the game on Astarion leaving him speechless.

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sniiboo · 1 year ago

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Target Acquired

Arendith grabbed a notebook from a small table in her tent and grabbed a feather pen and ink before laying everything on a tray beside her bed roll. She flopped down on her stomach and kicked her legs gently in the air while thinking. The tent flaps tied open to let in air, which she sniffed at in interest before continuing her previously written train of thought.

“feelings affecting taste..” she mumbled before shoving the tray not ungently to the side as she heard someone approach her tent. A waft of Earl Grey filtered into her nose; she lifted her eyes expecting to see rich bloodstone eyes but found herself gazing at the campfire.

“I know you’re there... I can smell you, Astarion.” she rolled onto her back, letting her hips drop suggestively, her gown only helping.

The large thigh-high slits on either side had the fabric pooling in between her legs, and Astarion swallowed hard. He came to play the game, and she was obviously no amateur. His body stiffened as her candle's reflection glinted in her Raspberry eyes, but he quickly recovered to reveal himself standing outside her tent entrance.

“Good evening. How do you feel?” Astarion asked as he twirled his hand, feigning disinterest.

Arendith shrugged, throwing his nonchalance back into his face. She grabbed a pear from a basket and bit into it, licking the juice from her lips. Astarion watched her closely as he redirected his counter-assault.

“Well, I’d say lucky for you I’m not a true vampire, so you’re at no peril of turning into a vampire spawn like me. But Darling you seem to have some explaining to do. Although I dare say you are rather much more fetching in red.”

“Seems I’m not the only one caught wearing a mask. That is what you are doing is it not? Hiding behind the witty handsome devil you oh so clearly are.” Arendith spiked back enjoying the twitch her comment brought to his upper lip. “What is there to say seems you’ve figured me out. Is that why you’ve come sneaking about? To gloat?” she licked her fingers clean remaining in the same suggestive pose.

His eyes trailed after her fingers, fragmenting into more questions but chalking everything up to the squirming tennant giving her a benefit his saw fit to leave behind, perhaps in favour of something else. She was obviously on the run from her own Master, the occasionally flitty behaviour, hiding amongst the living, it all slotted nicely into place and gave him a powerful ally. He had watched how feral she had gotten turning into a wolf and ultimately landing a killing blow on the Gur hunting him earlier in the day. He cocked his head assessing her further. It was time to pivot his tactic. He sat down on the ground leaning against her nest of pillows.

“Fine, I was just thinking about you. And that delicious moment we shared the other night.”

Arendith rolled her eyes expecting the next words out of his mouth to be about him wanting more so she quickly replied “Delicious? Oh! You mean when I had to stop you from overdrawi-”

“And I am deeply sorry. I was overeager - but can you blame me? You were my first.” he gestured quickly and slightly awkwardly.

“OVEREAGER?! You think... You were basically... Wait what…” she faltered her mask slipping just as unexpectedly as his.

He continued before he lost his nerve. “In all these years, I’ve only ever fed on beasts. Drinking the blood of thinking creatures is a different thing entirely.” Arendith shifted to sit cross-legged eyes trailing after him cautiously as she innocuously slid her mask back up as he continued “You were delectable. And now I just can’t help but wonder how the others taste.” Astarion's carmine eyes roamed to the open tent flap across the view where the other companions busied themselves around camp, a perfect time to slide on his svelt mask.

Did he want to flirt? Fine, Arendith could flirt. She could leave him hard and bad for her, before he even realized what happened she’d be gone. It was her job to make others want her and she was good at it. It was why Alistair had called her Wife. “You’re looking at other necks?” She shifted her position closer to him, drawing her legs into a luxurious stretch like a cat in the sun before she rested her head in his lap. “I’m hurt.” she started to draw circles into his knee.

“Don’t worry Little Death, there’s enough of me to go around. I’m a man of tremendous appetites.” he caught her eyes his lips shifting into a smirk, and he drew his hand up making a show of bringing it to his mouth in a glaringly obvious fake gesture of contemplation. “I don’t think they’d volunteer, of course, but it doesn’t make me any less curious. Take Gale, for example. He strikes me as someone whose blood is rich, refined like a well-aged brandy.”

“Perhaps at one point but I can smell it from here, he’s tainted with something.” Arendith made a show of yawning.

He smiled despite himself wrapping a strand of her silver hair around a finger to busy himself with. “But the gith? What in the hells would she taste like” he looked down at her pausing his ministrations awaiting her answer.

Arendith raised her hand up making a show of looking at what were normally beautifully manicured nails. “Easy, something exotic. An Amman Liqueur?”

Astarion continued to card through her hair, drawing an almost feline-like purr from her. The rumble shocked him to the core and he found himself shifting the weight of her head slightly. “Ohh, that sounds very appealing. I’m almost convinced.” he internally bristled unsure if he was responding to her assessment or her purr he found himself talking to fill the gap “Of course nobody is getting killed, I swear. We’re just two friends talking.” His heart would have dropped if it could he paused his stroke and found her looking at him almost as shocked. “So - in the spirit of theoretical questions - if you had to take a bite from one of them, who would it be?”

Arendith looked up at him lids dropped lustily “You of course.” she giggled internally at the thrill of the chase. She had him right where she wanted.

He returned her gaze hungrily “Oh, I’m flattered. Who knew you had such taste?” He moved her head gently before standing up and altering his appearance. “Unfortunately all this talk is getting me hungry. I’d better find something I can actually sink my teeth into.”

She sat up blushing slightly as her camp shirt fell off her shoulder “Good hunting.” She whispered gently looking down demurely.

He reached the front of her tent smiling a genuine smile for once. He found himself wanting to ask her to join. Imagine the two of them taking down something large, he could get her blood drunk and have his way with her, ensuring himself an ally and hunting partner in the deal. “There’s nothing that tasty lurking out in the woods, but I’ll make do. Sweet Dreams.” he cleared his throat and left his gate unnaturally stiff for him.

Arendith buried her head in a pillow silently screaming in frustration, and yet…

They each smiled a genuine smile, celebrating internally that they had the other target exactly where they needed while trying to ignore the alarm bells going off inside their minds like their world was coming to a shattering end.

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An Unexpected Kindness

Summary: After A crazy few days, Arendith sits back, reflecting. But things get dramatic once she falls into a trance and her companion is looking for a snack.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Partial Nudity, Mentions of Blood

Arendith sat with arms wrapped around her knees, back hunched to allow her chin to rest on their tops. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and inched her toes into the muddy silt, wiggling them free from the cold muck cautiously. She sighed, elven ears twitching picking up the sounds of nature all around her. For the first time since she found herself mid-air falling from a nautiloid ship, she felt centered and even slightly dare she say it? At ease? It had just been such a crazy few days... finding people strewn about the beach... Pulling a wizard from a rock.. and.. Oh Yes.. her favourite.. being conned. Of course, she was used to his particular flavour of action. Pull knives and ask questions later. Little did he know she pegged him right away. She smelt him miles away. You can’t fool a bloodhound and she was used to hunting. She slipped into memories of Alistair sending her out frequently to hunt his ilk when they had disappeared. Following alongside leather long lead in hand attached to a metal collar and muzzle. She wondered if she had snarled out loud when she had scented Astarion.

She had kept her mouth shut as Astarion had pointed to his quarry, ears flickering to his movement as he drew the blade to her throat. In those situations, one must always see what they can glean from their surroundings, and her ears heard silence where there should be sound. She went about with his play tucking the information away she could use this man to her advantage. She tried to weasel it out of him.. and yet even after finding his boar, he was tight-lipped.

She reached across her body to grab her glass and threw the liquid back before chucking the chalice in frustration. She heard a few companions heading to clean up by the river. She rolled her eyes, likely the whole Universe heard Karlach rushing her way down, whooping and hollering. Arendith pocketed a few things before getting up and dusting off her dress as Karlach ran into view.

“We’re gonna have a swim. Care to join us, Soldier?”

“Ahh, rather not tonight.. I’ve got some stuff to sort out for potions and the like..” she shuffled nervously; she was thrown off her game. She waved her hand in adieu and stalked back to camp, noticing the vampire as soon as it came into view. She wasn’t sure she could trust him; she didn’t know his motives. He flirted carelessly, attempting to win her over to his side surely, but what his ultimate goal was, she couldn’t glean. When he looked up from his book at her settling into her bedroll, she saw the look in his eyes. She felt his pain; he was hungry. Arendith just rolled onto her side, trying not to look like she was in the fetal position. He’d eventually slip or ask for help if he was that hungry. Tonight, she would enjoy the night wind and trance under the stars.

Before she knew it, her ears twitched her into awareness; something stalked above her, and she didn’t take it kindly. Arendith lunged forward, missing Astarion’s throat by millimeters. She hissed, teeth bared before her deep green eyes landed on his face.

“Shit…” he uttered.

“Astarion, what in the hells do you think you are doing?” she muttered angrily.

“No, no! It’s not what it looks like, I swear!”

“Mhmm.. Right, you weren’t about to crawl on top of me -”

He cut her off. “I wasn’t going to hurt you! I just needed, well… Blood.”

Arendith did her damnest not to laugh at the idiot standing before her. She sighed, exhausted but thankful this part of the game was over.

“It’s not what you think - I’m not some kind of monster. I feed on animals! Boars, deer, kobolds - whatever I can get. I’m just too slow right now. Too weak. If I had a bit of blood, I could think clearly. Fight better. Please.”

Arendith relaxed as he opened his mind through their tadpole link to show her. Her skin crawled with emotions that hit a bit too close to home. She shuddered before she could stop herself.

“Why didn’t you just tell me before Astarion?” She tossed her blankets aside before looking around to ensure nobody had heard the scuffle and awoken.

He sighed, opening his mouth and hesitating before saying, “At best, I was sure you’d say no. More likely, you’d ram a stake through my ribs.”

She grabbed his hand, pulling him up as she walked through the camp.

“No, I needed you to trust me. And you can trust me.” Astarion said, panicked, unsure if she was about to stake or chew him out.

“I do trust you, Astarion. This all cou-”

He cut her off. “Thank you. Do you think you could trust me just a little further? I only need a taste, I swear.

She pulled him into her tent and tied the flaps before motioning to a second bedroll encased in a pathetic-looking pillow and blanket nest. She sat cross-legged before motioning for him to join her.

“Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” Astarion said almost flirtatiously.

Arendith closed her eyes without a thought, reaching to remove her collar. She set it beside her reverently before removing her camp shirt and crooked her neck to the side.

“Darling, as much as I’d love to indulge your offer, I am starving.”

Arendith lifted a finger to silence him before she scoffed, “I’d much rather not get my favourite shirt bloodstained. You seem like you’d be a messy eater.”

She patted the ground behind her as she shyly motioned to take his hand. He took it and slotted himself behind her as she toyed with her dark silver hair nervously. Astarion swept her hair to the side as he lowered his head to bite her. He started to groan at her scent, prompting her hand to come to her neck, but she was too slow. His groan turned to a gasp as he caught sight of the twin scars on her neck. How had he not seen them before? Her collar or armour must typically cover them; otherwise, he’d have indeed recognized something he also owned.

“Arendith…”

The female elf rolled her eyes and reached behind her to grab his hair, pulling him down to her neck, effectively shutting him up. He recovered, mind reeling with what this discovery meant, but his hunger got the best of him. He licked a stripe up Arendiths’ pale neck, nose flaring at the rush of blood he scented. Astarion had expected a flinch or some sort of reaction; his prey usually fought their oncoming death, but she remained still as he sank his teeth into the place someone had previously visited. His hand wanders to support her head as the first taste of her blood coats his tongue. He latches deeper onto her and suckles intensely, doing his best to keep his moans at bay as he pulls her body closer with his other arm. She tastes like the finest of wines, with bursts of chocolate and a musky undertone. A feeling of calm and comfort reaches the core of his being. He immediately forgets about everything else for the moment; her warm scent of earth and spiced teas mingles with the smell of her blood, overwhelming him. He struggles not to rut against her as every sense gets filled with tendrils of her. Before he knows it, Arendith pats the side of his head, gently signaling for him to unlatch, which he does with a large gasp, like he’s just coming up for air after being submerged in water.

“Ah! That... That was amazing..” he utters in disbelief as he stands. “My mind is finally clear. I feel strong. I feel… happy.”

Arendith grabs her shirt and slips it back on; the laces are loose, so it falls back bearing one shoulder as she smiles lightly. She wipes the remaining blood with a cloth before clipping her collar back on. “I’m glad I could help.” She whispers, looking down at her hands in her lap, fiddling with a teddy bear bunny. She heard him move to the front of the tent, reaching to untie the flaps.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, you’re invigorating, but I need something more filling.” Astarion turned his head to her before adding, “This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

Arendith finds herself trusting him slightly, more than she knows she should, and lets her guard slip. Her glowing pinkish-red eyes catch his gaze, and he finds his breath catching. She quirks her mouth slightly into a gentle smirk as she snuggles down into her nest. He turns with a swagger, leaving the tent flap to fall quietly closed as he heads towards the forest to stalk some sort of side dish.

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