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"A Beneficial Arrangement" ❤️THE SMUT❤️

Finally!!! I finished my story!

Hope you guys enjoy!

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Was this … was this finally happening?

You breathed in sharply when your back hit the large wooden beam holding the tent up in the center of the room, but the spawn merely smiled against your lips and let out a chuckle that made your heart skip a beat or two.

Your hands wound their way through his sweet, curly hair, holding him on you as his kisses trailed down to your neck; moaning at the wonderous works of his deft, roguish hands.

He seemed intent on exploring every inch of your body he could reach.

Thunder cracked overhead and the wind seemed to pick up in time with your breathing, as if your very lungs were the cause of the torrential rainfall just outside. Lightning flashed, bathing the tent in a sharp white light for a fraction of a second; glinting off the vampire’s bared fangs and silver skin.

You moaned sharply when he planted a suckling kiss to the top of your collarbone.

Gods, this was wonderous …

His hands roamed freely, touching, squeezing, caressing any part they happened to land on – but soon grew impatient at your clothed form. They wanted more. He wanted more.

Snaking his hands around your back and curling you into him, he began to kiss you feverishly once again while his hands slid under the back of your nightshirt; an icy cold contrast to your molten skin.

Astarion moaned hungrily into your neck, licking a searing trail up the side of your jaw to the bottom of your earlobe, giving it a little nibble as his hands began to fumble with the straps and strings of your bralette.

He was very clearly practiced and proficient with his movements; the strings undone in just a second. He ripped it out from under your remaining clothes with an aggressive sort of growl, tossing somewhere off into the dark.

“Darling …” He crooned into your ear as his hands slipped back out to twine themselves in the shirt, “you seem to be wearing much too many clothes …”

His body left yours for just a second, lifting your shirt over your head before returning with such force that you bounced off the pole behind you, hitting your head with a hiss.

Groaning heavily, Astarion leaned back to admire your topless body, his eyes wide in the dark tent. You could see absent reflections in his eyes amidst the flaming desire that coursed through, unhinged and unparalleled.

Another flash of lightning and another crack of thunder sounded from above.

Your eyes flicked between his and his crotch, your arousal searing through you at the sight of his hardening member. You moaned absently, wanting nothing more than to wrap your hand around his shaft and plunge it into you – anywhere.

Astarion leaned forward and began to kiss you feverishly once more. He grabbed your wrists and threw them up above your head, effectively pinning you beneath him after you had taken to holding his face against you.

And just when you thought the kiss couldn’t get any better … his sharp tongue forced its way into your mouth before you could stop it, making you moan again and lean further into him.

Gods, you could get drunk off his intoxicating taste …

If you thought your mind had been spinning before … you could only wonder what it was doing now.

Darting between your teeth, his tongue effortlessly glided along the roof of your mouth as his free hand slid down your front, pawing and kneading your breasts.

You gasped into the kiss, breaking away to look into his eyes with your mouth agape. He smirked in that devilish way of his, pausing to give one of them a squeeze … hard.

You writhed under him and cried out in pain and pleasure, snapping your eyes shut, but that only seemed to further encourage him.

Latching onto a hardened nipple, he gave it a pinch and squeezed ever so slightly; groaning at the sounds he tore from your throat.

You heard him laugh.

“My, my, my … I do so love the sounds you make for me, darling …” He leaned back in to your ear, his cold breath against the nape of your neck making you shiver,

“ … let’s see if I can make you scream.”

Lowering his head, he sucked your nipple into his mouth.

You gasped loudly, arching your back into him involuntarily, and bucking your hips, desperate and needy for more attention on your body. You felt his hand grip tighter around your wrists, a distant part of your mind screeching in delight at his strength, as his tongue swirled around your sensitive nub.

“Astarion …” You breathed his name like a prayer, chanting it like a spell.

“Mmmm, not quite,” He uttered, his touching and caressing unrelenting, making you dizzy with desire and need.

He nibbled with a soft bite, scraping his fang along the very tip of your nipple.

“Astarion –!”

You felt his throaty chuckle against your skin, and his eyes locked with yours as he slowly, seductively licked around your nub.

“Better.”

If you weren’t in such a drunken state, caught up in the waves of pleasure he seemed so willing to drown you in, you would have growled at him. You would have pursed your lips with impatience. Pouted. Sneered.

Something.

But all you could do now, was watch, helplessly, as he continued his barrage of caresses and longing touches; devouring you, body and soul, inhaling your sweet sounds like they made up the very air he breathed.

You thumped your head back against the beam, closing your eyes, relishing the feel of his sharp tongue against your breasts and the symphony of moans from him.

“I … I thought … you hated me …" You admit absently.

Astarion chuckled against you, scraping his fangs over the chubby mound of skin just above your left breast.

“Gods, why on earth would you ever think that …?” He asked; his hands gripping your wrists tighter in time with his sweet suckles.

You tried to concentrate on what you were saying, you really did. But with his lips against your skin, panting heavily and arching your back into his touch; and his hands on the small of your back …

It was so, so incredibly difficult.

“Well … when you … didn’t … feed on me … last night …” You gasped softly when you felt him scrape a razor-sharp fang across the chubby mound of flesh just above your areola.

Again, you felt more than heard his chuckle against you, coming out between his rough, devouring kisses.

“Tavriel,” He uttered, “I left because if I didn’t, I would have consumed you right then and right there. And I didn’t come back that night for the same reason … for the reason right now …” His hands wandered up and down your body as he spoke. “I knew, from the moment you asked me to clean you off,” he released a heavy groan at the memory, “I knew I was going to fuck you senseless, my sweet. I could taste your desire, smell your arousal for me … and I wanted nothing more than to bed you, to take you, claim you, and make you mine.”

You let out a desperate squeak, your aching pussy pulsing with need.

“To the hells if anyone saw us,” He continued, moving his ministrations down your stomach, “I would have let them watch, let them gape at the wild, wonderful, marvelous things I would have done to you … what I’m going to do to you … Gods, Tavriel …”

His large hands bend you to his every whim, allowing him better access as he drags his tongue down the front of your stomach, licking a searing trail down your scorching flesh. You let your head loll back and hang absently, his strength keeping you from hitting the ground.

“Your body is even better than I could have ever pictured, my love …. So, so beautiful …”

He fumbled with the front of your pants, undoing the string in a split second, and allowing the excess fabric to fall to the ground.

You were left in only your black, lace thong.

You shivered again, from anything but the cold.

“Beautiful … and unmarked,” His crimson eyes drag all over your exposed skin, and he licked his lips hungrily.

“I’ll have to rectify that.”

Before you can fully process his words, he hoists your thighs up over his hips and lifts you into the air, spinning you around and walking towards your bedroll. You clasp your hands around the back of his neck, inhaling the scent of his porcelain skin.

Bergamot … and rosemary …

Angelic.

He lays you down gently on the bedroll, and you pull him down with you, kissing him deeply once again. You moan softly, parting his lips softly with your tongue in a silent question. He grants you entry without hesitation, and your tongue darts in, dancing fluidly with his once more.

His hands are everywhere, squeezing harder now wherever they landed, leaving soft dark marks, and bruises in their wake; his vampiric strength showing through.

This was bliss.

Finally, finally, finally, is all you chant in your head, arching into his touch. The thing you had desired and dreamed of and fantasized about for so many weeks … all those nasty little thoughts of touching yourself to him, and now he was touching you for real …

It was almost too much.

Moving his mouth across you with a hungry growl, Astarion sucked on your skin, sucked on your perky nipples as if you were something he’d craved his entire life. Your hands flew to the back of his head, pulling him impossibly closer to you, holding him in place as his tongue flicked and lapped at your sensitive nub before he pierced the sensitive mound of flesh just above your nipple.

You cried out, lost in a mix of lust and painful pleasure, the lines having long since blurred between the two.

A pulsing, clenching, soaking wet feeling began to pool between your thighs as he drank from your lifeforce; you suddenly felt so empty, so desperate for more. And his appreciative moans weren’t making it any easier.

“Mmmm, my love …” He moaned into your skin as he lifted his head, sinking his fangs into your other breast, “You taste positively divine.” The sharp coppery smell of your blood filtered through the air, and somehow only seemed to further turn you on.

“Astarion …” You groaned his name again, pressing yourself into him like a cat.

It seemed to be the only thing you could remember how to say.

And the lewd, suckling, smacking, swallowing, gulping noises coming from him were driving you insane.

Drinking his fill, he left his hands feel their way down to your thighs, coming dangerously close to your core.

You whimpered at his teasing.

His cold fingers danced across your skin, coming close, but not quite touching your aching core. He seemed to find this amusing, smirking at you as he lifted away from feeding off of you.

You moaned at the sight of your blood dripping down his chin.

“Tavriel,” He cocked his head in mock disapproval, running his fingers gently over your scantily-covered crevice.

You could feel your arousal pooling at your entrance, covering your thighs in your desperate need. You blushed softly, resiting the urge to cover yourself up, biting your lip to try and keep as quiet as you could; aware that your other party members were sleeping just yards away.

Astarion smirked at you as he hooked a finger under the edge of your thong. “You’re positively soaked, darling.” He tugged at the fabric, soft enough that it barely moved – yet provided enough friction that it drove your hyper-senstivie flesh wild.

You growled desperately at him, wriggling your hips, trying to hurry his movements.

But he was having none of it.

He gripped your hip with his free hand, giving it a warning squeeze, halting your movement.

“Ah, ah, ah.” He tutted, wagging a finger before tugging at your thong again; not quite pulling it down.

This was torture.

“Astarion …” You writhed and whimpered beneath him, begging. You tried to push this along further, but he wouldn’t let you.

He licked his lips, looking back down at your arousal; making you whine at him again.

“Astarion, please.” You begged frantically.

“Oh, darling. The fun’s only just started.” He crooned, and you gasped when, in a single motion, your thong was ripped from your pussy and the cold air of the night hit your heated womanhood.

He sat back on his haunches with a groan of appreciation, eyes roaming over you now, fully exposed.

Your insides caught fire quickly, hopelessly, at feeling his eyes.

Gods, you wanted him.

And you couldn’t wait.

His eyes roamed freely over your completely bare body, and that coy smile of his was driving you wild as he reached up to grab you by the waist and pull you down the bedroll, closer to him.

“Besides …” He moaned, pushing your thighs back towards your head as he leaned down.

Your heart skipped a beat, and your breath caught in your throat.

You felt faint.

“I haven’t heard you scream, yet.” And he lowered his mouth onto your dripping cunt, sucking your clit directly into his awaiting mouth.

This time, you did scream; quickly covering your mouth with your hand at the feel of his tongue lapping at you.

Your breathing quickened, your heart raced, your cheeks flushed – and when you looked down at him, the sight of him beneath you did something wild to your brain.

This was dangerous.

This was absolutely marvelous.

His hands gripped the back of your knees, pinching the chubby skin and making you hiss against him as he gave a long, languid lick from bottom to top with a hungry moan.

You shivered under his ministrations, closing your eyes against the world and listening to the lewd, smacking, slick noises coming from beneath you.

Gods, you just wanted to fuck him senseless already …

“My, my, my,” He chides against you with a smile, “You’re so eager …”

A lick.

“So utterly desperate for me …”

Another lick.

“And to think…”

A kiss.

“I haven’t even gotten properly started yet.”

With that, he thrusts a finger quick and up into you.

You cry out loudly and lewdly, arms going behind you to steady yourself on the bed as if you may fall off the edge of the earth if you don’t.

You grind onto his finger with a moan, bucking your hips in time to meet his greedy digit, all the while his mouth is latched onto you, licking and tasting every part of you he can reach with his tongue.

“Astarion--!” His name is ripped from your throat in a guttural cry, and you gasp to yourself, “N-n-no! We … stop! We have to be quiet! The others … they … they’ll hear …” You stutter out between the flicks against your clit driving you mad.

“Yes,” Astarion growls into your pussy, lifting his head away to sink his fangs into the fat of your thigh. You scream again.

“Let them hear. Let them listen in a jealous rage to all the delicious, wicked things I’m doing to you. Let them hear me claim you. Let them hear just who it is you belong to. Let them see your body marked and bruised and bitten and kissed and caressed and loved, darling. When they look at you, let them see me all over you. Let them see who owns you, mind, body and soul. Let them see you belong to me. Let them see you are mine.”

He removes his finger from you quickly and you groan at the sensation; feeling suddenly so empty once again. But then he is forcing his finger between your lips, thrusting it in and out of your mouth.

“Yes, that’s it. Taste yourself, darling. Taste your arousal for me.” His voice thick, gravelly, and husky.

“Clean me off.” He demanded.

You moan loudly, obeying his command without hesitancy; swirling your tongue around his finger and tasting the sweetness of your juices coating it.

His mouth is back on your cunt again, and he chuckles, the vibrations from his mouth on your clit sending you to the stars.

You start to play with your breasts, kneading and pinching your nipples as he thrusts his finger in and out of your mouth and his tongue laps headily on your pulsing clit. Your insides clench with the familiar feeling, that fire building in the pit of your belly.

It won't be long, now, the way he was driving you wild ...

But you didn’t want to finish like this, as delicious as it was.

You wanted to finish with him.

On him.

“Astarion …” You try between the thrusts of his finger, your eyes rolling back into your head when he gives a particularly delicious lick up your weeping cunt. You shudder.

He brings his head up to yours, and kisses you feverishly. You wrap your arms around him, tasting yourself on his lips, relishing in the feel of his fangs nipping your lip and sucking the blood out of the small puncture wound.

“Yes, my sweet?” He utters against you, trailing his kisses down your jawline.

At a loss for words, you decide to try and show him just what it was you wanted. You shoved a hand between you, worming your way down towards his hardened dick rubbing against your thigh.

You make contact through the fabric, and feel him hiss harshly in your ear. In a second, he has your hands gripped in his again and holds it high above your head.

“Ah, ah, darling. What did I tell you?” He leaned in to your ear, his breath cold against you, “Use your words.”

You whimpered and whined, writhing beneath him. You tried to loosen his grip, get your hands free – but he had you in a vice. You weren’t going anywhere.

Your eyes met his, and you panted against him.

“Star …”

“What do you want, Tavriel?”

“You,” You whine, “I want you,”

But he shakes his head. “You’ll have to be more specific than that.”

Your eyes grow wide when you see one of his hands reach for the ties on his trousers, pulling softly at the string. You squirmed again, somehow even more desperate than before.

“I … I want …” You panted, watching with rapt attention as he undid the strings and let his trousers sag around his thighs. You groaned at the sight of the thick bulge in his underwear; and your mouth watered when you watched his long, thin fingers grip it in a fist.

“Yes?”

Curse him. Curse this damned spawn. Damn his cocky smile, and devilish confidence, and damn everything about him.

“I want you …” You swallowed involuntarily when his hand tugged down at his underwear – almost, but not quite, revealing his member.

Little white tufts of hair poked out just above the band.

And then with a final tug, his cock sprang free; fully erect, and deliciously hard.

That was the last straw before you lost all sanity.

“Gods dammit, Astarion! Just fuck me already! Please!” You nearly screamed.

Like a predator with his prey, he was on top of you in a split second with a possessive growl.

“Good girl.” He whispered, thrusting himself into you in one quick, precise movement.

You cried out in ecstasy, throwing your head back with a guttural moan at feeling him enter you from tip to hilt in one go; giving you absolutely no time to adjust to his length.

You saw stars.

“Astarion –" You moaned, feeling him enter you and leave you with quick, hungry movements. His pace was fast, eager, desperate – removing himself all the way before plunging in with deep, guttural grunts. You felt your entire body being moved with the force of his thrusts; scooching you back higher and higher up the bedroll.

You listened to the sweet, sweet sounds of slick lovemaking coming from beneath you; the hard slapping of his body hitting your heated flesh as he pounded into you.

“Gods …” Astarion grunted from above you, hoisting a thigh up to his shoulder.

You yelped again in pleasure when he suddenly felt so much deeper than before.

“Astarion...” You mewled, clenching around him when he hit a particularly delicious spot inside you that made your eyes cross.

You heard him growl through his teeth at the sound of his name leaving your lips; hoisting the other thigh up across his other shoulder.

You screamed again at the pleasure, feeling that familiar climbing, burning, tightening sensation in your core.

It wasn’t going to take long. You were already so close …

Words having long since left you, you grabbed one of his hands and dragged it down your front, down your waist, to your pulsing clit.

The vampire needed no further instruction; taking the sensitive pearl between his fingers and rolling it softly, pinching and tugging in the best of ways.

Delicious moans and gasps were ripped from your throat at his perfect movements. The sounds of his skin against yours driving you wild.

“So close … Please …” You begged, “Don’t stop …”

“Tavriel …” You hear him say, and open your eyes to see him staring at the pulsing vein in your neck.

You nod desperately and tilt your head to the side, crying out sharply and clenching around his cock again when you feel his fangs pierce your skin and hear his moans as he drinks from your lifeforce.

He played with your clit between hungry kisses, devouring your mouth and your breasts, admiring and complimenting your body; whispering sweet nothings into your ear of how he has wanted you forever, and that now he has you, he doesn’t plan on sharing …

The wet, slick sounds of your fucking and lovemaking echo into the night – hopefully getting lost in the storm outside – and it didn’t take long before you screamed his name again, your orgasm ripping through you, leaving you quivering in its wake.

You rode out your high in bliss; your pussy clenching softly around his cock as you moaned.

Seeing you in that state must have sent him over the edge; it wasn’t even a few more thrusts before Astarion called out your name as well, burying himself hilt deep as he released his load deep into you.

You gasped softly, closing your eyes and smiling widely at feeling his cock twitch and pulse inside you, filling you full of him and his hot, sticky seed.

Giving a few more sloppy thrusts, Astarion withdrew and collapsed beside you; both of you panting heavily, basking in the afterglow.

You breathed out softly, your muscles still twitching softly within you as you curl into the spawn.

You pressed your head to his silent chest, absently admiring how something that was supposedly so dead could make you feel so alive.

Words failed you for the hundredth time, admittedly for a completely different reason, this time.

Nothing you could say could bring what you just experienced justice, nothing could describe the sensations, the lust, the longing, the love, you felt for this man. This vampire. This pale elf.

And maybe you didn’t need words. Maybe you didn’t need to try and give a name to everything you were feeling. Maybe you could just sit … and enjoy the feeling.

The feeling of the warm, sticky cum on your thighs; the silent but soft breathing of your bodies calming down; the storm outside still thundering and sending torrential waves of rain; the feeling of such pure and utter content, pure and utter relief …

You giggle softly against Astarion as his hands slither through your hair like pallid snakes. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to look everyone in the face tomorrow morning …”

“Darling, if any of them say a word, I’ll happily punch any of them right in the face.” He uttered, pulling you close against him with his other hand.

“Besides … There will be many more nights like this in the future, so they’d better get used to it.”

And another roll of thunder sounded overhead.