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oh-my-damn · 9 months ago

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Cat Behavior

Pairing: Astarion x Female!Tav/reader

Summary: You've noticed certain behaviors in your vampire lover. And it's adorable.

Wordcount: 1600

Warnings: None. Pure, unadulterated fluff. Fun and sassy (and in love) Astarion. Astarion being a kitty-cat.

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The best part about getting that damn worm inserted in his head was the fact it took away some of the side effects from being a vampire.

Astarion had never been able to enjoy the benefits of being one - for 200 years he was forced to do his masters bidding, always hiding in the shadows and being fed rats to sustain himself - if he was allowed to eat, at all. That's without even mentioning the things he was forced to do, the matter of his consent not even an afterthought in Cazadors mind.

But the tadpole had taken away those issues, even if it was only temporarily for now, which allowed him to enjoy the things about himself he hasn't been able to for the past 200 years. Those things included his speed and agility when fighting, using his fangs as both a weapon but also as a way to taste the sweetest nectar he could ever imagine. Nothing quite compared to sinking his teeth into your beautiful neck, the little shivers in your body as he drank from you.

Except maybe one thing.

The tadpole allowed him to be in the sun, again.

When the nautiloid first crash landed and he was thrown from it haphazardly, he thought it would be the end of him. He woke up on that beach, and he immediately felt heat - something he hasn't felt in several lifetimes. He thought that would be the end; that he would perish right there, on some disgusting beach surrounded by smelly fishermen and even smellier mindflayers, burning in the sun.

But when his scarlet eyes popped open after minutes of feeling that heat but no pain, he realized that whatever had been done to him must have had an affect on his vampirism, in some strange way.

And since then, he has cherished being in the sun – almost as much as he cherishes being around you.

You've noticed how he tends to gravitate towards the sunny spots wherever you go. The first time you took note of it was in Grymforge. Astarion had managed to find the only spot in your entire camp where, despite Grymforge being in the Underdark, a small beam of sunlight had made it's way through the rubbles.

You chose not to comment on it, though. It didn't surprise you to learn that he wanted to enjoy the sun for as much as possible, after hundreds of years of lurking in the shadows. Seeing him in that spot in your camp reminded you of the first time the two of you spent the night together - or rather, it reminded you of the morning after the two of you had spent your first night together.

Waking up to see him standing in that clearing, his eyes closed and head tilted backwards, soaking in the warmth of the sun. You hadn't fully realized what it meant at the time, being so early on in your acquaintance, but you understood now.

Which is why you've never mentioned it to him when you notice him subtly moving around whenever you're in camp, to try and find the best patch of sun to sit in. Part of you is unsure whether he is even aware he is doing it - it starts out with him leaning towards where the sun is moving, and then shifting short distances when it moves too far; all while still reading his book, or talking with the others, or drinking his wine.

The one time it does annoy you, however, is during times like today.

You're all back at camp, enjoying a well deserved half day off, and the sun has been beating down on you for most of the day. The afternoon is lurking, which means the sun is slowly moving across the sky, preparing to set for the day.

You're sitting around the un-lit campfire with the others, Karlach and Wyll sitting at your left, Gale and Shadowheart at your right, and Halsin and Jaheira straight across.

Everyone is talking casually or reading a book, seemingly all enjoying an afternoon of quiet resting before your next big confrontation interrupts it.

You and Astarion are sitting on a blanket, each of you with a glass of well deserved wine in hand. Well, perhaps sitting is not the right word; he is leaning back on his hands with his legs in front of him, and you're resting your head on his thigh. He's deep in conversation with Halsin, and you wouldn't have considered Astarion to be as interested in the druid as he seemingly is, if it wasn't for the fact you suspect he might be just a teensy bit attracted to the beefy elf.

You're having a conversation with Karlach and Wyll, the two of them asking questions about your past and defending their inquiries with the fact that you know so much about them and they barely know anything about you.

You're replying with chuckles and smiles for the most part, indulging them, carefully taking sips of wine with your head leaning on Astarions thigh.

The sun moves slightly on the blue sky, as it always does this time of day, and you want to curse at yourself for not seeing what happens next coming in advance.

Just as you're about to reply to one of Karlach's questions, your pillow (Astarion's thigh) is snatched away from under your head, resulting in it thunking against the grass. Your boyfriend shifts away, completely oblivious to what just happened as he lets out a delighted laugh at whatever Halsin tells him.

Your let out a hrmpf at the impact, your brows pulling into a frown when you sit up, rubbing the back of your head with your fingers, "Ow."

Karlach and Wyll both watch you with widened eyes, their gaze bouncing between yourself and Astarion, the latter still completely unaware of how he just moved away from you to accommodate for the moving sunbeam he always chases.

"What just happened?" Karlach muses, tilting her head. The question makes Astarion glance over at her, taking a sip of his wine, "What do you mean?"

You narrow your eyes when they find your lover, letting out another disgruntled noise, "My head just hit the grass, you oaf!"

You push at his shoulder (gently) to make your point, making him spill af few drops of wine, "Hey, watch it! This is a perfectly balanced red!"

You glare at him, his scarlet eyes searching your face in confusion, "Astarion!"

"What?!" He exclaims, looking utterly confused as he looks between you and the others, "What is it?"

"You made my head hit the ground when you moved, you doofus!" You exclaim in exasperation, scooting closer to him to get back to your former position, your lips forming a pout, "Apologize."

That makes him frown instantly as if the notion of apologizing is obscene, his nose wrinkling as he glances down at the blanket, "What are you talking about, I didn't even move?"

"Yes you did!" You exclaim, and Karlach chimes in with a "Yeah, you did," which makes you look at him pointedly.

Astarion's expression only gets more confused, but he glances at the others who look equally confused yet entertained by whatever is happening between the two of you right now.

You let out a dramatic sigh, sitting up to point at your former spot, "We were over here, now you're over here. See? You always do this."

"Do what?" He asks in annoyance, "I don't even remember moving."

"I know," you quip, grabbing his glass of wine out of his hand to take a sip, "But you always do it. As soon as the sun moves, you do too."

He blinks in surprise, and the others around you snicker in response.

"What do you mean?"

"You move with the sun, vampy," you jest, cupping his confused face in your hands, "And normally it's real cute, but not when I'm using you as a pillow. Got it?"

His eyes search yours, his lips lifting slightly at your teasing expression, but he looks a little embarrassed when he asks, "I move with the sun?"

"Uh-huh," you nod, ruffling his hair and making him sputter in protest, "Whenever the sun moves so you're no longer in it's direct path, you move to wherever you need to in order to get back in it. It's very cute, all things considered, but it's not very practical when I need to use your milky thighs for resting. Okay?"

He pushes your hands off at your little comment, making the others chuckle, and instead he reaches up to curls his hand around the back of your neck. He smirks, clearly embarrassed and a little flustered but trying to hide it as he pulls you closer, "All right, I think we all got it. I move with the sun."

"Yep," you quip, "Just like a kitty cat."

His eyes narrow as the others laugh, and then the two of you have a staring contest, each refusing to back down. Your smile turns wider, enjoying the teasing banter between the two of you, your previous gripe already forgotten.

"Are you calling me a cat, darling?" He asks, his voice lowered, "Is that what I am to you?"

"Yes, just a cute kitty. Like Halsin!" You muse, glancing over at the wood elf. Astarions eyes dart over to look at him momentarily, and you can tell he gets even more flustered when the large elf only smiles back at him.

"You hear that, Astarion? Guess we have more in common than we thought."

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roguishcat · 11 months ago

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Clumsy

Summary: Tav has always been a little clumsy, but it was nothing too inconvenient until Astarion came along. Since then, whenever Tav’s blood would spill, he would be there.

Rating: Mature (nothing explicit but MDNI)

Tags: Blood drinking, dry humping, mild nudity, Astarion being terrible at hiding that he is a vampire, humour and moments of awkwardness

Pairing: Astarion x unnamed female Tav

One-shot, 3.8k words

Set in Act I, before Astarion confesses to being a vampire. An alternative take on the first time Astarion feeds on blood of a thinking creature.

It was mortifying and beyond ridiculous. Tav has always been a little clumsy, but it was nothing too inconvenient. Just the occasional uncooperative limb and misjudged step that had sometimes resulted in her falling rather gracelessly. And with healing potions readily available in the city, it was hardly an issue.

But then came the kidnapping, and the tadpole, and the journey. Suddenly, what was only a minor issue in the past became a real problem as her clumsy habits worsened. The lack of smooth surfaces that weren’t riddled with protruding roots and clutching vines, rock faces and the like, meant that Tav was constantly finding herself in a bit of a bloody situation. And taking on one quest after another whilst fighting off enemies certainly did not help one bit.

Yet, it wasn’t until they came across the abandoned blighted village that her clumsiness almost cost Tav her life.

They were ambushed by goblins, and it was during that fight that she stumbled backwards, almost impaling herself on her own sword as she landed heavily on the ground. The disgusting and pungent mass were quick to take advantage of that, one of the attackers taking a swing at her arm with a piercing shriek. She parried at the last moment, only the tip of the blade slicing into her skin. Then the goblin’s screech became a gurgle as he clutched at the arrow sticking out of his neck, the creature falling onto the ground and breathing its last. The rest of her companions made quick work of the goblins and then there was silence. A brief reprieve that allowed them to access damages and check up on each other.

Tav peeled her sleeve back with a wince to examine the long cut, hissing as it began to sting. She looked up when a shadow fell over her.

Astarion stood near her. His shoulders were tense, and his fingers were twitching, like he was restraining himself from something. There was a leaf stuck in his usually impeccable hair and his eyes seemed a slightly darker shade that normal.

Something was off.

“Can I help you with something Astarion?” she said wearily, seemingly thrown off-balance by his sudden appearance and the eerie, strange way he was looking at the cut on her arm.

For a moment, Astarion did not even glance at her face or give any indication that he heard her speak. His tongue darted out from a small opening in his mouth to wet his bottom lip. Then, just as suddenly as he appeared beside her, Astarion seemed to snap out of it, giving her a mocking smile.

“Really, darling? Is this biting tone necessary? Is this the thanks I get for saving you from that filthy goblin, hm?”

She looked away, feeling a little chastened by the comment and regretting being short with him. He did save her, and she was treating him quite abhorrently. But then Tav looked at her companion again. His eyes were borderline feral, once again trained on her wound. She fought the urge to run. Astarion’s nostrils flared as he sniffed the air, leaning over her, Tav’s heart hammering inside her chest at his proximity.

He slowly circled the injured woman, paying no heed to Lae’zel and Shadowheart as they bickered whilst the cleric got to work healing the wizard.

His eyes devouring her form, Astarion lifted her arm with almost reverent gentleness. The way his eyes traced the contours of her body and then snapped back to her wound made her breath hitch. Tav shivered slightly at the feeling of complete exposure. His eyes trickled over her face, carefully mapped the contours of her legs, slid over her waist, absorbed the fragile column of her throat and the gentle swell of her breasts beneath the cloth and finally came to caress her bloody wrist.

“Um... thank you for helping me, I guess,” Tav said sheepishly and pulled away, cradling her injured arm that was still bleeding sluggishly.

She felt his eyes fix on her face but dared not look up at him; she didn’t want to find out what those eyes could do to her.

“Be more careful next time, darling” he handed her a potion of healing, his words more gravelly than usual. And then, just as suddenly as he appeared by her side, Astarion vanished.

That had been the first bizarre encounter with Astarion but not the last. Since then, whenever Tav’s blood would spill, he would be there with the tracking precision of a beast. Her own personal blood hound. She was not sure whether to be flattered or concerned.

Each time Tav would stutter out some excuse for why she was bleeding. He would circle her slowly and inspect the damage like she was a piece of meat and then he would vanish. But not before dealing his favourite parting line, “Tsk, so clumsy.”

Tav blamed the tadpole. Because surely her senses became duller the longer their wriggly problem was left unattended? She also blamed the wilderness. Because she certainly could not remember herself kissing the ground with such frequency back in the city. And even with trying extra hard to stay upright she found herself landing awkwardly far too often. She also blamed Astarion. Because if his words and looks weren’t enough of a distraction, the constant featherlight incidental touches would definitely be the death of her.

Tav tried not to let her treacherous mind stray. She tried to focus on the matters at hand, that is getting rid of the tadpole, saving the Emerald Grove, rescuing Halsin, and last but not least, keeping her companions from murdering her or each other. Quite understandably, her smiles were becoming more strained as they continued on their journey and she could swear that she could feel her eye twitch whenever Shadowheart and Lae’zel, Astarion and Lae’zel, Astarion and Shadowheart, would open their mouths to have their daily invigorating conversations. And to top it all off, she was alarmed to realise that what she felt for Astarion was most definitely attraction.

Astarion would constantly make sure that he was near. Setting up his tent right next to hers in the evening. Brushing past her as she went foraging. Trying to engage her in conversation whenever time allowed for a short rest. And the best Tav could do for the sake of what was left of her sanity was lie to herself that she was not attracted to him in the least. She wanted to throttle him. She wanted to kiss him. And this was starting to take a toll on her.

However, it wasn’t until they reached the Risen Road that the Tav lost her composure.

Lae’zel was becoming increasingly sullen and angry, understandably worried that it has been a while since they got infected but there was little promise of a cure on the horizon. She lashed out at the slightest thing and Astarion was not helping with his taunting, catty remarks. The hostility between the two was coming to a boil and Tav was in no mood to entertain other people’s moods.

“Can I help you?” Tav demanded as Lae’zel glared at her for at least the twentieth time that day. They were sitting around the campfire basking in the last rays of the evening sunshine. It was her time to relax and unwind as much as anyone else’s.

“Chk!”

“That’s not a reply,” Tav quipped tersely.

“Fine,” Lae’zel huffed, putting herself in Tav’s space imposingly, “Your mating rituals with the elf are a hindrance and a distraction.”

“Huh?” Tav asked, a little lost and not sure how to react.

The other members of the camp winced and wondered whether taking shelter in their tents or pulling out snacks was appropriate. They chose to settle on the latter and stayed put.

“Don’t play innocent, you know what I’m talking about,” the githyanki insisted.

“Yes, I suppose I do,” Tav commented, “but you have glimpsed as much of his behaviour as I have, what in the world makes you think that I understand this any better than you do?”

“I cannot abide stupidity or feigned ignorance,” she growled, obstinately clinging to her belief that this was part of some peculiar flirtation between istiks. Undignified and uncouth as it was, it seemed to be proving effective, judging by the way Tav’s cheeks would flush, and her heartbeat would quicken whenever Astarion approached.

“Well, then you have my blessing to go converse with someone who is your intellectual equal. Seeing as you find us lacking, may I recommend a mirror?” Tav smiled sweetly.

Lae’zel scowled and stormed off, entering her tent and throwing the flap back into place roughly.

Tav winced. She really could have handled that conversation better. But she was feeling on edge and, quite frankly, a little tired from having to always act the mediator whilst everyone else bickered and fought with each other.

“I’m going to the river,” she told Karlach, pointedly ignoring the looks others were giving her. She knew that Shadowheart would be pleased by the spat between her and Lae’zel, whilst Gale and Wyll would look at her with barely concealed concern and disappointment.

“Sure, soldier! Go and cool off a little. I will take the first watch,” the tiefling nodded.

Upon arriving on the riverbank, Tav kicked off the wretched boots that were hurting her feet all day with about as much finesse as a drunken sailor after a night at a tavern. Quickly divesting herself of her clothes she prodded the surface of the water with a toe. It was cold but the night was balmy, and hopefully the cool water was enough to soothe her poor bruised and abused muscles.

Stepping into the river, she flinched as a startled bird flew from the bushes behind her. She supposed her annoyance was making her jumpy. Deciding not to think about it, Tav hastily dropped into the water and swam. For a second it seemed freezing-cold before she adjusted and relaxed, submerging herself completely and then resurfacing a moment later. Brushing her sopping wet hair away from her face, Tav started making her way back towards the shore to take her soap and shampoo. She made her way to the shallows and stood up. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her foot. Tav inhaled sharply as an unseen rock scraped against the flesh on her foot.

She dunked herself under the surface up to her chin and waited for the inevitable. Waited for him.

Astarion all but burst from the bushes that encircled the shallower part of the river. He caught a brief glimpse of Tav looking at him owlishly, her large doe eyes staring at him over the surface of the water. A moment passed, then another. And then she started to laugh. Astarion was so uncharacteristically dishevelled, with his eyes wild and curls not falling into place, that it immediately alleviated whatever annoyance she felt.

Recovering a little, Tav blinked at him, trying to suppress a giggle. “What in the world happened to you?” she asked, “I can safely assume you weren’t ambushed on your way here.”

Ignoring her last remark Astarion brushed his hair back and answered. “Well, obviously not. I was out hunting.”

“Of course,” she said, not commenting on the fact that he had no bow or weapons on him, “and you ran all the way here?”

“Yes.”

She saw the direction he took when he left earlier this evening. He should have been miles away from the river. Unless he deliberately misled them by making a show of going far away from camp, then choosing to take the scenic route instead of coming directly back, and going as far as possible from any big game to completely accidentally walk by the exact spot that she would be bathing at. She could scarcely believe that Astarion would do that. Except apparently, he did.

“What were you really doing, Astarion?”

“Trying to protect you.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you are constantly bleeding, you silly fool!” He glowered at her like it was her fault. He was desperately trying not to give into temptation with this woman, but that was becoming near impossible!

“So, what does my bleeding have to do with you?”

“Oh, nothing,” he chuckled humorously. “But let’s suppose there are predators out there, my sweet,” he took a step towards her, and then another, beginning to tread water, uncaring that he was still completely clothed. “And your blood calls to them, calls out to be feasted upon.”

He was moving with dangerous, hypnotising grace, his movements purposeful and eyes trained on her. It was unnerving and exciting to be the sole subject of his attention.

“And let’s say, one of these predators would approach you at a moment of vulnerability. When you couldn’t defend yourself, couldn’t run away. What would you do then?” he flashed a smile that she could swear was all teeth.

“You mean like a vampire?” she blurted out, her eyes widening at the realisation.

She could have smacked herself. How could she have been so stupid, so blind? Astarion, no matter what he thought about his ability to conceal it, wasn’t exactly subtle when it came to hiding his uncanny vampiric ways.

He growled and she flinched but stood her ground. She may have been the clumsiest, most accident-prone individual in all of Faerûn, but she refused to be intimidated by him! Especially in the middle of her damn well-deserved bath!

“And you have come here to what? Suck me dry?” she flinched, belatedly realising that she could not have chosen a more unfortunate way to word this but choosing to soldier on. “Take advantage of me being alone and unprotected?” she hissed, eyes narrowing as she lifted herself above water. Modesty be damned, there was no way that she would cower before anyone!

“Because if that is the case, Astarion, I’m going to blast you to hells and back before your fangs get anywhere near my neck,” she promised. She didn’t need weapons to kick his ass and he knew it.

“No, no!” Astarion blinked, taking a step back, looking at her a little sheepishly. “This is not- I’ve never-” he breathed out and paused, seemingly trying to find the right words to deescalate the situation.

“I apologise, I didn’t mean to frighten you. But try to understand. I have never had blood from any thinking creature. And I’ve tried to control myself around you, I really have,” he said quietly, but what he lacked in volume he made up with intensity with which he confessed to the truth.

“Not once?” she asked, feeling inclined to believe Astarion in spite of the predicament she found herself in.

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“I- I was forbidden from doing so. Was taught control through pain and torture. But with how often you bleed… Let me tell you, my dear, being good has been quite a challenge and I found myself wanting… Wanting to have a taste.”

This was it. It was now or never. He knew that there was very little chance of Tav agreeing to let him feed off her, no matter how generous and selfless she was. But he already royally fucked up the conversation from the moment he showed up, so what was the harm in trying?

“Will you let me? Please?” he pleaded.

There was a pause as she considered her choices. She could scream. Her voice would carry far enough for the others to hear her. And she had no doubt that they would come running, whilst she could see herself fending off Astarion’s attacks long enough for Lae’zel to reach the river and run Astarion through with her sword. They all knew that she was looking for any excuse to do so. And Tav knew without a sliver of a doubt that even with their recent argument, Lae’zel would protect her.

On the other hand, Tav could choose to trust him. He did, after all, hold back all this time. Not once did he try to take advantage of her vulnerability. If he truly just wanted her for his meal, he could have let the goblins kill her and then had his fill. No. He deserved the benefit of a doubt.

“Not one drop more than needed, are we clear?” she was amazed at how calm she sounded, but disregarded the fact and focused on him.

“Really?” he looked taken aback, yet hopeful. “I promise. Not a drop more,” he assured her, taking a step back and letting Tav walk past him.

Astarion did not follow her as she walked to the shore, her feet dragging through the sand and making smaller pebbles descend into water as it lapped at her ankles. He heard the rustle of fabric next and assumed she was getting dressed.

Tav shot furtive looks over her shoulder as she quickly pulled her underwear, shirt and trousers on, but Astarion did not look at her once, giving her as much privacy as he could. Him turning his back on her like that could have been a prime opportunity for her to attack. He would have no way of preventing it. She supposed it was fitting for Astarion to show that her putting her trust in him was enough for him to return the favour.

“I- I’m ready,” she gulped. “But remember, take only what you need.”

Astarion turned, advancing on her slowly and stopping right beside her. He didn’t bother to hide the predatory smile that spread across his features when she backed away. “Of course, darling! Besides, if I kill you, I doubt you will be quite as accommodating next time I find myself feeling peckish,” he grinned.

“So, what is going to happen?” her voice was getting more panicked as he crowded her even more and forced her to back up against a rock.

“I will feed,” he hoisted her up so she sat on the rock and moved himself to stand between her thighs “and I will try to make the experience as pleasant as I can.” His eyes briefly flashed, but she was almost certain it was the moonlight playing tricks on her frazzled mind.

“On my neck?”

“There are other places where blood pulses,” he whispered into her ear, “but I think we will save that for another time. When you are ready.”

A moan almost bubbled up and Tav had to bite her lip. It took a lot of effort on her part not to let the damn elf know how ready she was.

“This will sting at first, but it will hurt less if you try to relax,” he promised, running his fingers down her neck and laying a kiss against the spot he chose.

And then his fangs clamped down around soft skin as he bit hard. She tensed as she felt them puncture her flesh. Briefly she realised that it hurt much more than she expected and almost pushed him away, and then all sensible thought abandoned her.

There she was. In the middle of nowhere with a vampire between her thighs holding her neck in a vice-like grip as he took gulp after gulp of her blood. It was not exactly the way she thought her day would end. Fleetingly, she wondered if her clumsiness caused her to fall and bang her head so hard that she was knocked unconscious, and her mind conjured up the image. Was it a secret kink that her subconsciousness chose to thrust to the forefront of her mind? Not that she had anything against it per se.

Belatedly, her poor befuddled mind reminded her that losing herself in the moment could end very, very badly. Tav pushed against Astarion’s chest. He did not budge.

Astarion continued his onslaught, completely lost in the overwhelming sensations that almost made his knees buckle, the hand that wasn’t supporting Tav’s head kneading the flesh of her thigh as he ground against her centre with a whine.

It was pure bliss. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced and Astarion was absolutely sure that he would never experience anything even remotely close to this with anyone else. Her blood was something he could certainly become addicted to. It tasted even better than it smelled, something that he wouldn’t even think was possible. He could taste her arousal in her blood and that was enough for him to go borderline feral. And so he drank greedily and thrust into her, enjoying the quiet mewls of pleasure the act elicited.

Far too soon for his liking, Astarion noticed that Tav pushed against his chest again and realised it was time to stop. If he took anymore, she would surely not allow for this to happen again. And he would make damn sure that there would be a next time.

Very reluctantly, Astarion let her go and pulled away. Tav’s breathing was ragged and her eyes were unfocused as she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself. He gently lifted her off the boulder, steadying her before taking a step back.

“That was amazing,” he admitted. “Thank you. This was a gift. I will never forget it.”

He sounded sincere and, to his surprise, Astarion found that he really did mean it. This was the most precious, welcome gift he has ever got from someone.

“However, as delicious as you were, I have to find something more filling. Will you be able to get to camp without my help?”

She nodded and he was glad that he did not need to accompany her. The truth of the matter was that this was a thrilling and rousing experience in more ways than one. At another time, with a different person, Astarion would go a step further and offer to relieve the tension that they were both experiencing. He could tell that she wanted him, hear her sighs and moans as she got lost in him.

But now was not the time. He had to tread very carefully and give Tav space. That, and he had a very urgent, pressing matter that he would prefer to take care of privately. He knew that self-loathing and disgust would come, but for now he had his post-feeding bliss to distract him from being a prisoner within his own body.

“Oh, and Tav?” he waited until she turned to look at him, “try not to be so clumsy next time, my sweet. You never know which monster might want to go bump in the night.”

And with that he was gone. Satisfied that he was full. Satisfied with how the day ended. And on his way to satisfy himself in a way that he had no wish for in many years.

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