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you may notice i use the phrase "my beloved" frequently. this is because i am in love with the world and everything in it. hope this clears things up <3
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astarion slams into her, hard, just as something massive and sharp glints through the air. her sword falls with a clang, and her back hit the cave floor with a crack, the wind knocked clean out of her. her brain is trying to keep up, but it happens too fast. the sound⊠the wet sickening sound of metal tearing through flesh. then a loud roar, followed by gurgling, and then the heavy drop of a body, hard enough to shake the ground. her heart is hammering loudly in her ears, feeling like it's about to leap out of her chest. she scrambled for her sword before climbing to her feet, prepared for the worst, but the sight before her was an unexpected one the orc is on the cave floor, throat torn wide open, blood seeping from the gash and pooling slowly beneath it. it had been sprayed in thick dark ribbons across the stone. Its war axe laying inches from where she was previously standing, its blade buried halfway into a stalagtite instead of her skull. astarion is standing over the lifeless body. heâs breathing hard. his chest rises and falls in sharp, shallow bursts. and heâs drenched in blood. its everywhere â splattered across his cheek, his forehead, dripping down his jaw in dark streaks. it's in his silver hair, on his throat, streaking down in vivid lines, something hot twists low in her stomach. he looks like a predator. he just killed for her, didn't hesitate. just threw himself between her and that axe. and now he's standing there, drenched in gore. the dagger that finished the job is dripping blood onto the stone floor, drip, drip, drip, the only sound echoing in the cavern. then, he turns his gaze to her, his breathing more controlled. with a graceful flick, he shakes the blood from his blade - it scatters in a fine arc - and steps over the orc's body. he walks towards her. her breath catches. "are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and rough-edged, his eyes scanning her for any sign of injury. she nods slowly, because what else is she supposed to do? he's standing in front of her, painted in violence and breathing hard from saving her life. he looks like something out of a nightmare. âŠor a dream. maybe its the adrenaline. maybe its the fact he just saved her life, but she cant stop staring at the way the blood glistens along his throat, can't stop tracing every drop that clings to his face. contrast of the red against his marble-pale skin is devastating blood should make someone look monstrous. but astarion? he looks divine. like some fallen angel baptized in violence, wrathful and unholy. and maybe it was morbid, admiring him like that, all blood-soaked and heaving. but instead, she's never been more attracted to anything in her life. his head tilts slightly, and she only then realizes she's been staring. his lips curve into that familiar, wicked smirk, blood still staining the corner of his mouth. "well," he purrs, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "if i'd known you'd look at me like that afterwards, i would have killed something for you much sooner."
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I Could Be, Be Your Man
pairing: Astarion/f!Tav | Astarion/f!OC 18+ MDNI word count: 5k tags/warnings: Explicit, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Humor, Magic, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Ascended Astarion, PEG THE ELF, Pegging, Porn with Feelings, Porn without Plot, Lark x Astarion, mentions of past trauma, Anal Sex, your honor they love each other, Oneshot, Astarion deserves to be loved and pampered summary: Astarion wants Lark to do something they haven't done before.
PEG THE ELF oneshot brought to you by two Christine and the Queens songs: "iT" and "Catching Feelings".
HUGE thank you to @nerdallwritey for reading this through and approving that it's gooning material
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âYou want me to fuck you?â Lark asks, looking at Astarion in the mirror. There is no evidence in her voice to suggest that sheâs disgusted or weirded out; she just sounds like sheâs looking for clarification.
Astarion rolls his eyes. âI truly wish you werenât so vulgar, darling. But yes. Something to that effect.â
She pulls the hair ties holding her tight braids off and starts to untangle the waves that have formed. âAnd how am I supposed to fuck you, exactly?â she asks, lips twitching with amusementâ but excitement, too. Astarion can hear it in the uptick of her beautiful heartbeat.
The instinct to grin at her with all of his teeth is much stronger than the desire to roll his eyes, at that moment. âWith this,â he says, shaking a rolled-up scroll in the air.
Lark finally turns around, faces him. Raises an eyebrow. âDoesnât look much like a cock to me.â
âYouâre such a comedian, truly. Why did you ever choose poetry instead?â
Her composure breaks, and she giggles. Pauses, and then bites her lower lip before saying, âI appreciate the trust you have in me.â
And thatâs who Lark isâ even when heâs asking her to fuck him (her vocabulary is rubbing off on him, it seems) with a fake-magic-cock she still finds a way to make it sappy.
Not that heâs complaining, of course. He has changed, with her. Knowing that heâs capable of loving, and being loved, is no mere trifle for Astarion. The love he has for her, intense but lightening, pure, unbridled devotionâ the love that lives in him and makes him a better person every single day, now blooms anew in his chest and all he can do is to close the gap between them and place a chaste kiss that makes both of them gasp on her soft, plush lips.
âI love you,â he says, fake-magic-cock scroll forgotten for a moment. Lark smiles at him, that glint in her eyes, ever-present, adoring and amused and full of everything Astarion once thought foreign to him at once.
âI love you,â she replies against his lips, and reaches out to take the scroll from him. âLet me show you how much.â
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Astarion reclines back into the plethora of pillows scattered on their bed and watches Lark as she speaks the words on the scroll, shifting his thigh to accommodate how hard he is already at the sight of her nakedness. The determination that furrows her brows, creasing her forehead. How her lips move, her magic coming alive in front of his very eyes.
As soon as she finishes casting the spell, she yelps, eyes going wide, and quickly turns away from him. He straightens up, and when he speaks, his voice is colored with concern.
âLark, love?â
âIâ Iâm okay. Justââ
Her shoulders start shaking, slowly at first. Is she crying? Astarion moves to rise from the bed, panic rising in him. Maybe he shouldnât have asked this from her so brazenly, should have reassured her more, that this has got nothing to do with him being dissatisfied with their sex life because, Hells, how could he be dissatisfied with her even if the only thing they did was to lay down and stare into each otherâs eyes for an eternity? He should have told her that this has everything to do with her, him wanting her, nothing else, andâ
Lark turns slightly to the side, and Astarion realizes that she is objectively not crying. Sheâs laughing.
âIâm so sorry,â she says, eyes narrow with a glee. âItâs justââ She suddenly jumps forward, now facing him straight on, and goes on, âI have a dick.â
Astarionâs eyes follow the curves of her body, starting from her beautiful, flushed throat to her pebbled nipples, dark in contrast to the rest of her skin, to her navel that he desperately wants to dip his tongue into; and then, further down, to the lovely patch of hair he loves burying his nose in, where now a flaccid cock rests, springing up and down with her movement.
âYou certainly do,â he says, voice raspier than he intended.
âHa!â she laughs, jumping once again. âIâm a man now!â
Astarion rolls his eyes but can barely hide the smirk tugging at his lips. âWhat you are,â he says, crossing his arms over his chest, though even he canât deny the desire that coils tight in his body, âIs a child. Will you come here now?â
âManchild?â she pouts, mocking.
âWhatever you say, my dear.â
She laughs, and starts walking toward him, but then pauses. âAm IâŠâ she stops. Reassesses. âIs this okay?â
Astarion tilts his head, questioning.
âI mean,â she tries again. âDo you like this? Does it look good?â
He wants to be a better man for herâ only her, for the rest of eternity. Heâs usually very good at reassuring her, she saysâ she always compliments him, any chance she getsâ but Astarion believes itâs only because she doesnât shy away from asking him whatever comes to her mind, even if it sounds weird. She is much more in tune with her emotions than he isâ his emotions too, for that matter.
âYou look good, darling,â he says. There is a dull ache in his groin. Desire always has a way of making itself known. âI like you.â
Lark smiles, and with another step, climbs on top of their bed on all fours, crawling to him like a lioness circling her prey. Once she reaches his knees, she stops.
âHi,â she says.
From this angle Astarion can see everythingâ her beautiful face staring at him with a mixture of desire and barely concealed embarrassment reddening her cheeks, making her freckles pop. Her gorgeous tits his fangs ache to bite into. And her newly-acquired, half-hard cock, nestled between her strong but plushy thighs.
His cock twitches at the sight of her. Already rock hard to the point of pain.
âHi,â he replies, then lunges at her.
He kisses her, hungry and animalistic. His love who is willing to do anything for him, he knowsâ because he would do anything for her.
She tries to break the kiss, but Astarion doesnât let her, clutching at her, lapping at anywhere he can get close enough to, as she giggles, and it makes him giggle, tooâ the sheer joy that radiates from her, the simplicity of it. âHowââ she tries, and he kisses the corner of her mouth, that warm, pliant mouth that can bring him to ruin with just the little noises it makes. âWhat would you like me to do?â
âDonât you want to see how it feels first?â
Lark tilts her head, thinking. She looks down between them, and another flush colors her cheeks. âGods,â she says, and laughs. âIt looks so real. Feels real.â
âThatâs the point, my love. So that you feel good too.â
A surprised expression passes through her face quickly. âSo Iâm⊠going to feel everything?â
âYes,â Astarion drawls, just the thought making his breath hitch.
Lark takes a deep breath, then exhales. âThat sounds⊠good.â
âGo on, then. Touch yourself,â he swallows thickly.
She peels her gaze away from him, and looks away, before finally gazing down. With a gentle hand, she takes herself in her palm, sucking in her cheeks. She frowns, first; then with a sudden spark in her eyes, looks back at Astarion, who is watching her intently.
âLet me see,â she says. âThis is how you like it.â
Lark tugs at the skin of her cock, gentle yet firm, eyes locked in with his, in the particular way that he does likeâ and when the touch elicits a whimper from her throat, her eyes fluttering closedâ Astarion shivers.
âYouâre beautiful,â he says. Canât help it. âAlways.â
It seems to egg her onâ Astarion knows what his voice tends to do to her. Sheâs told him beforeâ he could just whisper the filthiest things into her ear, without even touching her, and she could unravel for him.
When she opens her eyes again, thereâs a glint of mischief in them. The corner of her mouth lifts upwards, ever so slightly, and standing straight up on her knees, holding her new and gorgeous member, now definitely hardâ she draws circles on the tip with her thumb. With her other, considerably emptier hand, she crooks a finger at him, and Astarion obligesâ of course he doesâ and leans forward, bent in front of her, his chin resting a few inches above her belly button.
âTell me how badly you want it,â she says, firm, looking down at him beneath heavy lids, thick lashes fluttering. Sheâs having fun.
âVery badly,â he says, looking up. Reaches for her, but she pulls back.
âSo badly that you would beg for it?â she asks, pumping herself a couple timesâ slowly, torturously. âFor my cock?â
âPlease, my love. My Lark,â he says, without hesitation, and her name sounds like the only word that has ever mattered in his mouth.
It does something to her, too; he can tell, judging by the way her eyes close, her head tilts back. A desperate sound stuck at the back of her throat.
âPlease,â he says again, and she opens her eyes, pupils blown out, to look at him again.
âGood boy. You can taste me.â
Sheâs being cheeky, and they both know it, but heâd be lying if he said it didnât send a jolt of pure desire straight through him.
And soâ Astarion tastes her.
In the wretched memory of his past, he finds a whole lot of points of comparisonâ but the thought isnât as painful as it was before. Before her. The pain isnât gone, and perhaps never will beâ but she understands, and still wants him, all of him; and despite everything, he has found her, his Lark, his soul. Now, the moment he lowers himself to be able to stick his tongue out and lick a long strip from the very base of her cock to the head, the solitary feeling that bubbles up in his chest is desireâ red hot fire, burning, burning him from the inside out, mingling with the all-consuming love he has for her. He feels like he could explodeâ bring about the creation of a new universe.
She tastes like her. All Lark. Itâs not all that different from eating her out, and gods, does he love eating her outâ feeling the little shakes of her thighs that increase as she gets closer to climax, the sounds that her small frame is capable of: heaven made palpable.
But thatâs neither here nor there.
âAstarion,â Lark whimpers. Eyes fixated on him, like heâs the only thing that exists. Or the only thing in existence worth looking at.
He moves her hand thatâs still holding herself, interlocking their fingers in an embrace thatâs simply necessary.
âIâve got you,â he says, and repeats his earlier motion, licking her, only to savor her taste and nothing else. Itâs more than enough to make him lose all logical thought.
The velvet skin of Larkâs cockâ salty, floral, milky, almost aquaticâ itâs Lark, itâs her, and he, heâ
When he opens his mouth wider to take more of her inside, she moans, and he does, too.
He loves her. Three words flash in his mind, over, over, over and over again.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
She looks at her like she can see itâ of course she can.
âI love you,â she says.
Astarion moans. Takes more of her in his mouth. She twitches against his tongue. Leaks a drop of pearliness that is another shock to his sensesâ unfiltered Lark essence.
One hand still laced with hers, he places both on the sides of her thighs. His claws are coming out. He grazes one sharp nail against her skin, feels her tremble.
Lark lifts the hand thatâs holding hers, looking at his claws.
âPretty,â she says.
With a wet pop, Astarion pulls away from her cock. âAnd dangerous,â he replies. Presses a bit harder on her hip but doesnât break skin. He can feel how her blood immediately pools beneath the surface. It makes him salivate.
âMost pretty things are.â
There was a time when he showed restraint and hid them from herâ fearing her reaction to what happens when he lets go of control. Part of it is also, of course, the fact that he himself does not like letting go of control. But Lark teaches him every single day that he is deserving of everything good, simply for being himself.
With her, he feels more man than monster. Orâ he feels that it doesnât matter as long as he is Astarion.
âAm I a pretty thing?â he asks, placing a kiss on the top of her thigh, then breaking into an all-fangs grin.
Lark grins back at him, reaches out to play with his hair. They stare at each other for a moment. Then, slowly, Astarion lifts himself up, flush against her body, to capture her lips in a long overdue kiss. Her tongue infiltrates his mouth almost instantaneously and she moans, tasting herself. Her hands find the firm muscles of his ass, giving a quick squeeze before pulling back.
âShall we take these off?â
Heâs still in his pants. Right.
âPlease.â
She helps him get out of them, and free of its confines, his cock aches to be touched. Lark doesnât make him begâ instead, she takes him in her hand, that warm, gentle hand, the protector of his heart, the heart that found itself again thanks to herâ and with her thumb, she caresses right below the head, just the way he likes.
âDarling,â he moans.
âTell me what you want, Astarion,â she says, warm, like the rest of her, loving, caring.
He kisses her again, thenâ gods, the closeness of their bodies, and his cock brushes against hers, and it makes them both growl, moan, make any sort of sound possible, with how intense the pleasure of it is.
âLet me ride you,â he says between wet, sloppy kisses. Her breath hitches.
Peeling himself away from her with monstrous difficulty, he grabs the bottle he placed on the bedside table, and hands it to Lark.
âPrepared everything, I see,â she says, smiling.
âOh, you know me,â he says with a smirk.
She just looks at him, for a second, holding the bottle of fragrant oilâ with so much adoration in her eyes, it makes the corners of his sting.
He wouldâve looked away, once. It wouldâve been too much. But now, all he wants is to drown in the depths of her love.
Lark pours some of the oil in her hands, rubs them together. She closes the gap between them, kissing him deeply, feverishly; and with one hand she palms her cock first, then hisâ spreading enough of the lubricant on both of themâ the feeling makes Astarion growl, one corner of his lips lifting in a snarl. With her other hand, she finds his backside, and moans into his mouth.
âDo you want me inside of you?â she asks. He nods, too far gone for words as her finger explores around his hole, gentle, undemanding. Thanks to the oil, her fingers are slippery, reverent, too gentle, Astarion thinks, almost involuntarily bucking his hips into her other hand, the one holding them together. He needs her, in any and every way possible.
âPlease,â he whines, the word getting stuck in his mouth as she slowly pushes a finger inside of him. His eyes roll back, but he needs more, more of herâ
âAstarion,â she says, and he looks at her, finding a thread of concern on her faceâ beautiful, soft brows knit together, nose crinkled. He lets her find the right words. âYouâll tell me if I do something wrong, wonât you? If you donât like something?â
That bleeding heart of hers, those sweet lines that form on her face when sheâs worried, worried about him, who has torn his way into her ribcage somehow, made a home for himself in there, right behind the hums and thumps of her chest. Gods, heâs so in love with her.
âYes, my treasure,â he says breathlessly. âI will.â
âI love you,â she says again, her finger picking up pace, stretching, preparing him deliciously.
âThen please,â he whispers into her ear, taking the lobe in between his lips, letting go, grazing a fang against the flesh just to feel her tremble against him. âPlease, fuck me already.â
Lark places chaste kisses on his shoulder, the column of his throat, then back down to his chestâ far too innocent for what theyâre about to do. But thatâs just how she isâ everything is pure, with her.
Then, she moves toward the nest of pillows Astarion has prepared, holding his hand to make him follow herâ as if he was about to do anything but.
She lays down, the waves of her hairâ the lovely aftermath of leaving them braided all dayâ pooling around her like spilled honey. She looks like the sun itselfâ the warmth he was deprived of for so long, even after becoming the Ascendant. How was he supposed to know the sunlight he was craving was actually a woman named Lark Promise?
Well, now he knows.
Lark pulls him forward, too, and Astarion straddles her thighs, claws on one hand drawing absent-minded shapes on her flesh.
Looking away from her intense gaze is a monumental task, but he managesâ only to let his eyes wander over her body. She notices, and lifts her arms up above her head, pulling her body taut. The movement makes her cock jump, then settle against her groin at an upward angleâ hard, a prominent vein bulging on the underside, pink and glistening with his saliva.
âAstarion,â she says, intonating his name like a melody, his siren song. âIâm aching.â
The little poet. She does have a way with words.
âFor you,â she continues, to make sure itâs clear.
And damn him if heâs not aching for her, too.
Arms still above her head, she lets him take the lead, but the way her chest rises and falls rapidly tells him how desperate she feelsâ and he feels it too, her thunderous heartbeat echoing inside his skull as if itâs his own.
Astarion moves forward slightly, grinding against her, and her back immediately arches off of the bed. She chuckles quietly, amused by the intensity of her own reaction. âAh,â she chimes, âIs this how it feels for you?â
He grinds into her again, harder this time, and her jaw goes slack. âFalling apart already, hm?â
He lifts himself up, taking her in his hand, lining her up with his entrance. He jests, but in truth, heâs just as lost as he is.
She thrusts upward, gently, slowlyâ just to make it known how much she wants this. Looks at him, wordless, eyes burning.
Astarion starts sinking downâ slowly, a different kind of worship. Larkâs face contorts in a way that he recognizes intimately. Sheâs fighting the pleasure. Not because she doesnât want it, but because she wants it so much, and itâs hard to handle the weight of that. He knows, because he feels that with her, all the time.
He leans back, bracing himself on one hand as he continues to take more of her, and she feels like heaven, although heaven is not, and will not ever be ready for the kind of love they have for each other.
There is a slight sting of pain as his body resists to accommodate the size of her, but he welcomes itâ it turns into a wave of pleasure so intense; he throws his head back with a broken sigh, one fang digging itself into his lower lip.
His claws bury themselves into whatever they findâ one hand bunches a fistful of the bed sheets, and he hears the faint give of fabric as it rips, but it hardly matters. His other hand finds purchase beside her hip boneâ if he were to tear her apart, Astarion knows she would be more than fine with it, but the thought of causing her pain unless explicitly asked to do so is too close to what he guesses to be blasphemy, so he settles on a bruising grip instead.
And Lark never stops surprising himâ he rather thinks she will continue to do so till the end of time, and what is time for a vampire lord, but an endless thread of opportunities?
With her, itâs so much more than that. But no need to dwell on that right now, with her cock filling him to the brim.
She reaches out and places her hand over his, not to move it away, but to make him apply more force. At the realization, he moans, and with great difficulty lifts his head toward her to find an absolutely debauched grin painted on her face, glassy with sweatâ she looks perfect. She is perfect.
âHow do I feel, my lord?â she asks, thrusting upwards to meet him halfway, making him moan.
âGlorious,â he says, and she laughs, a bright thing, cut off by a wanton moan.
Astarion picks up his pace, now able to take her with less resistance, and Lark desperately tries to keep up with himâ poor, sweet, sweet thing, he wants to devour herâ but he can tell itâs too much for her, the intensity of the sensations, the sound of skin on skin filling the room as it does so often, butâ different.
He flashes a toothy grin at her, and he can see how thickly she swallows. âIt is how it feels for me,â he says.
She throws her head back on the pillow, exposing her beautiful neck. âFuck,â she says, and repeats it over and over again.
At the beginning of their relationship, Lark hadnât been as vocal as she is nowâ and a sense of pride blooms deep within Astarionâs chest as he thinks about how much more comfortable she is now. With him. How loud and crass she can be, unrestrained, like a wild animal; without a care, just the way he likesâ
âYes,â he moans. âI know, love.â
And he does. Neither of them will last long, at this rate.
She lifts her head back up, and her gaze shamelessly falls on his cock, moving to the rhythm of their joint thrustsâ only then does he realize the precum that has leaked on her navel. Lark pulls her hand off of his, almost in a trance, to wipe the translucent liquid from her skin, carefully bringing her finger to her mouth, sucking on it with reckless abandon, making a guttural sound that turns into impossible desire, spreading in him like wildfire.
âYouâre a freak,â he smirks at her, all love and adoration.
Lark removes the finger from her mouth with a wet sound. âSays the vampire lord bouncing on my cock,â she says, intonating the last word with special emphasis.
They laugh together.
Astarion would never have thought sex could be like thisâ a sentiment shared by Lark. Sex as an act of loveâ not just seduction, not just lust, not manipulation, but an act of pure love; exploration, joyâ he would have laughed at the sheer suggestion.
But here they are.
âAstarion,â she says, a needy, pathetic little sound. No one else deserves to say his name.
âYes, darling.â
âCan I go on top?â
He slows down until he comes to a full stop, both of them panting. He feels so full, so perfect. Before lifting himself up completely, Astarion rocks his hips back and forth a couple of times, just to torture them both.
But he relents. How can he not, when just the thought of what sheâs suggesting sends a shiver straight up his spine? Not to mention the tightness he feels in his abdomenâ getting tighter, tighterâŠ
He suddenly feels so empty once heâs off of her, crawling up the length of her body to steal a kiss before they switch positions. She whines into his mouth, pulling him to her, and they stumble between kisses until heâs the one nestled in the pillows with her looking down at him.
âYouâre perfect, Astarion,â she says, brushing her nose against his. The truth is, heâs notâ perfection is not a thing that exists for a psyche as tormented as his. Neither for hers, for that matter. But to each other they are perfect just the way they areâ total acceptance. By accepting even the darkest parts in one another, they continuously shed a light on them, and itâsâ well, perfect.
Lost in thoughts, Astarion almost misses as Lark pulls herself back, hands caressing his body along her descent, to position herself. She takes one of the pillows and places it under him, then takes more oil to cover herself in.
The burgundy fire of her eyes fixed on him, she pumps herself a few times, an amused smile tugging at her lips. She lines herself up, and pushes forward, meeting very little resistance. Itâs only the tip of her yet, but Astarion runs a hand through his hair at the sensation; the anticipation, the knowledge of how good she will feel inside him.
Lark thrusts forward again, now fully in controlâ it looks good on her. And it feels good for himâ to let go. Let his love take the reins.
âI can be your man,â she says. Quiet. Singsong. Entirely shy.
Sheâs going to be his godsdamned ruin.
Another thrust and his eyes snap closed, all the air sucked out of himâ and she stops moving.
âAh, pleaseââ he begs, claws digging into the bed, burning, burning, a building pressureâ
âThen look at me,â she says.
He does, and she fills him up.
They sound good together, moaning in harmony. Repeating each otherâs names again, again, and again. Astarion meets each of her thrusts with increasing fervor, bringing one hand up to his nipple to twist it in the way he likes when Lark does it with her mouth.
The way she looks at himâ like he is what holds her together.
âIâmââ he rasps, not quite finding the rest of the sentence. But she understands, his Lark.
She wraps her hand, her soft, warm, petite hand around his cock, and Astarion feels itâ the cord pulled tight, about to snap.
âYesyesyesyesââ is all he can manage, a hand buried in his hair, all of his nerves ablazeâ it almost makes him cry.
âIâve got you, Astarion,â she says, barely above a whisper. Sheâs not much for pet names, his precious girlâ at least not much for using them herself. His name is a title of devotion enough, she says.
The cord snaps.
Thereâs sunlight on his tongue, taste of her blood still buried between his teeth from an earlier feeding (sheâs always, always, always giving) and the transparent glow of her magic right on those fingertips he loves so much to kiss one by one pressed right on his cock, a sensation he never quite gets used to (will always want more, more, more). As Astarion comes, thick ropes spurting on his stomach, he can fainly hear Larkâs voice in the background, beneath the ringing in his earsâ telling him how good he is, how good he is, and itâs difficult not to believe her.
The world around him starts to come back into view, as if the balloon he was inside was just popped. Heâs panting, stickyâ with more than just sweat.
Lark looks at him with one of his favorite smilesâ the softest one that makes the corners of her eyes crinkle.
âHave I told you how much I love you before?â she asks.
Slowly catching his breath, Astarion laughs. âYou can always tell me more.â
She slowly pulls out from him, the sensitivity making him hiss. With deliberate movements, she climbs up to him, placing a kiss first on his nose. âI love you,â she says. Another kiss between his brows. âI love you.â On his right cheekbone, followed by the left. âI love you.â
He buries a hand in her hair, applying the slightest pressure to pull her closer. Against her lips, he whispers, âMy sweet girl.â
âAh,â she breathes. âYour claws are gone.â
âYou almost sound sad.â
âI do like them quite a bit.â
He kisses her, smiling all the while. Then his gaze shifts down. âTheyâre not the only things gone, it seems.â
âPity,â she grins. âI did enjoy having a dick.â
âWe can always buy more scrolls.â
âI would like that,â Lark says, then pulls away, making Astarion pout. âBut first,â she goes on, moving back toward his abdomen and dipping down until her mouth is right next to the mess he just made. She lifts her ass up, putting on a show for him, and his fingertips tingle.
âLet me clean you up, my lord,â she says, lapping at him like a hungry kitten. He runs a hand through her hair repeatedly, and she humsâ partly because of the sensation, partly because of his taste.
But she has not unraveled for him yet, and thatâs simply unacceptable.
Astarion takes Larkâs chin between his thumb and pointer, squeezing her cheeks just so, and she knows why he does itâ he loves seeing him on her tongue. And she shows him, so obedient, so eager to please.
âGood girl,â he growls.
All his. How did he ever get so lucky?
With a firm grip, he pulls her upright while slinking toward her on his knees. Sheâs the one to kiss him first, and he feels the blossom of new heat in his pelvis. His palm tinglesâ itching for one thing only. And Astarion has always been known to follow the thread of his desires.
Lark yelps as his hand meets the round flesh of her ass. But he can smell her arousalâ insistent, constant, for him, for him, for him, eternalâŠ
âMy turn now, darling,â he growls.
Astarion has changed, with Lark. Time means something, now. More, more, more of herâ eternally.
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Hereâs a video so you can hear the water and the thrushes. I took it for you because you couldnât be there. <3
#oh my god this cleansed my soul#i just want to sit here for six hours with no phone just a canvas or sketchbook#beautiful â€ïž#nature#river#birdsong#birds
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Care for some night⊠orchids?đ·đ
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Girl needs more wine
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live your final night

sinew is my evil durge and iâm mad at them for their in game choices but they get a portrait as a treat bc theyâre hot đ iâm weak
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Until You Chapter 21: Only in Our Dreams
let me be strong
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⥠Where Two Bards Meet âĄ
The incredible and lovely @andromedaancunin took some stunning pictures today of Ofelia and Astarion, and I have to just say how absolutely grateful I am and how much I adore and love you, Taylor. đ Thank you for being such an amazing friend, and for this mind-blowing surprise that literally knocked my socks off and had me crying at the computer.đ„ș I love you so much. đ« I cherish our friendship and cannot tell you enough how wonderful, kind, and talented you are đ Everyone, give her fic The Melancholy Bard a try!! Andromeda is one of the prettiest Tavs ever, and kissing her in the last pic is an honor, even if Astarion may be jealous đđ









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Like Thoughts Inside a Dream
Sharing this lovely little comm that @pinkberrytea had made for me by the wonderful @colorisandooo!! đđ This is so thoughtful and sweet, and Berry, I love you to the moon and back đ„ș This art is lovely and the background is seriously so beautiful, I can't believe how pretty it looks đ„șOfelia looks absolutely gorgeous in this style and I'm forever grateful for this breathtaking gift that I definitely haven't been staring at for the past four days đđđ Thank you so so much, beloved!!!
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