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As you finally arrive at the Elfsong Tavern, you drag your tired bones up to your rented rooms. You are almost too tired to realise that for the first time in weeks, months even, you get to sleep on a real bed, in a real room. No more bedrolls on a dirty forest floor, no more creeping shadows and wet blankets shared around all of you - you had beds with mattresses, blankets, and pillows, behind closing doors. It would be a dream come true if it weren’t for the looming end of Faerûn hanging over you.
“Eyy, things are looking up!” Karlach shouts as she boots open a door and hurls her pack down onto the first bed she sees. Wyll and Gale patiently wait for Shadowheart and Lae’zel to stop arguing about which bed they will take, and as you laugh you turn to look for Halsin and Astarion. Unsurprisingly, Astarion has already selected a room - the largest one - complete with a large window, a fireplace and a huge four-poster bed.
“This will do nicely” Astarion muses as he wanders over to gaze out the window to the city streets below.
“No fair, why do you get the biggest one?” Karlach pouts, pointing an accusing finger in your direction.
“Because there are three of us who have had to make do with frankly dire sleeping arrangements for months, and also one of us is the size of a building. We are taking the big bedroom.” Astarion has a smug smile on his face as he quips back at Karlach, launching a decorative pillow from the bed at her as they both laugh.
You turn to Halsin, and help him take your packs into your new lodgings with a grin. You could get used to this, you think…
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After the inevitable squabbles of room-picking, you all make the most of your free evening by turning to the tavern downstairs. Karlach and Lae’zel are arm-wrestling innocent customers for drinks and coin while Shadowheart counts their winnings, and Wyll and Gale are deep in an animated conversation. You couldn’t be happier to see them so carefree, if only for the night. You bring your silver cup up to your lips as you smile at the sight of your friends when you feel Halsin’s arm wrap around your shoulders. You lean into his warm embrace, and before long Astarion slides onto the seat beside you, wine topped up for yourself and him, as he wraps his arm around you, too.
“You know…” he starts coyly, “it has been so long since I slept in a real bed…”
“You and me both” you agree, already dreaming wistfully of actual bedsheets and a mattress.
“As fond as I am of nature, I must admit I do look forward to bedding down somewhere other than the floor for a while…and I suppose it has its other advantages, too…” Halsin teases, whispering into your ear. You quiver at his breath on your skin, the low rumble of his words causing ripples within the pooling heat forming in your lower stomach. Suddenly, it isn’t a mattress you are excited for any longer.
“Oh I am sure” Astarion agrees, bringing Halsin’s hand to his lips for a lingering kiss as he snakes his own hand up your thigh under the table, “and I am rather looking forward to exploring them…”
You hum as you feel Astarion’s fingers drift further up your thigh, Halsin’s lips still lingering behind your ear. You almost forget yourself, almost give in to them both there and then in the middle of the tavern, just like this. You place your hand atop Astarion’s, interlacing your fingers with his and turn to face Halsin so that your lips are mere moments apart.
“Well, it seems a waste for us to be sat here when we have such a warm fire and a beautiful bed upstairs waiting for us, doesn’t it? What say we make our way up and become…reacquainted with such comforts?”
At your words, both elves make noises of assent, your collective hunger for one another growing by the second. You move to stand, turning to take both men’s hands in yours as you climb the stairs to your shared room…
You are barely at the door before Halsin’s lips are on Astarion’s, their tongues already swirling around one another’s as the druid pushes Astarion’s back into the wall beside the door frame, Astarion’s pale white hands drifting up Halsin’s arms to fist his hair. Halsin’s hand is tangled in your own hair and your lips are on his neck. You pull away with a small suck that has Halsin moan into Astarion’s mouth so that you may unlock your door and lead the two into your room. You all stumble in, a blur of bodies entwined and breaths caught as you tumble onto the bed together. Halsin makes short work of undressing both you and Astarion, his hands unlacing and unbuttoning, peeling off leathers and pulling off tunics until the three of you are bare, covered in nothing but each other and the trails left by desperate, wet kisses over each other’s skin. You don’t know how long you spend exploring one another just like this, rolling and sighing into each touch and each moan. The hot ache between your legs grows, your slick coating your thighs already, and you can tell Halsin and Astarion are equally desperate from how they grind their hard lengths against each other’s thighs.
As you let out a desperate whimper, you pull Astarion’s hand from your hips to move it between your legs. He groans at the feel of how wet you are, his fingers stroking your folds but not yet dipping into you as Halsin pulls your body back against his, lavishing kisses upon your neck. At your whines for Astarion’s touch, Halsin shifts with a satisfied chuckle, sitting up and pulling you to settle between his thighs. Sat like this, Halsin’s hands are afforded the chance to roam all over you, to explore and touch you however he wants and however you need - and you can tell he likes it from the way he rocks his hips, pressing his cock into your back. Astarion smirks as he moves his fingers to his lips, tasting you from his hand as he lowers his body between your legs, his mouth caressing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, your muscles twitching with desperation for his touch.
Halsin’s hands make their way around your waist, your back pressed against his chest as he cradles you in his arms. You can feel his arousal hard against your back and your head rolls back against his shoulder, your mouth falling open with a quiet moan at the sensation. Astarion’s lips begin to make their way up your thighs, his tongue and teeth dancing over your already flushed, bare skin. His tongue swirls over your skin as he moves towards the apex of your thighs, savouring you with each swirl of his tongue before he even reaches your hot, desperate core. Halsin’s hands travel to your hips to meet Astarion as he lays open-mouthed kisses down the planes of your pelvis - he knows where you want him, and he plans on making you wait for it.
Your breath catches at the sight of Astarion between your legs like this, his perfect face framed by Halsin’s hands on your hips. Your body thrums with desire and comfort as you are safely held between your loves. You let out a small whine of impatience, grinding down on Halsin and beneath Astarion, bucking your hips upwards to try and meet Astarion’s mouth and the coy smile upon it. Halsin offers a small hum at your movements, your body writhing against his hard length.
“Mmmh…you are impatient, my heart…but you have waited well enough - what do you think, Astarion?” Halsin’s hand moves from your hip to stroke Astarion’s face as he looks up with a devilish grin, pupils blown wide with lust and hunger.
“It seems only fair, and besides…I can’t deny myself any longer, either…” the vampire purrs, turning in to kiss Halsin’s palm before lowering his lips to your aching cunt. As if connected, all three of you let out moans and whimpers at the longed-for contact. Astarion’s cool lips part as his equally cool tongue glides up the length of your sex, coating himself in your hot wetness. Your body melts with pleasure at his touch as a needy whimper falls from your lips. Halsin grinds his hips against you, eyes fixed on the sight of Astarion’s tongue slowly licking you open as his breathing becomes heavier and his cock even harder.
Your breath catches in your throat, snagged on the bliss that Astarion’s silver tongue is bringing you. Languorously, Astarion rolls his tongue over you, swirling over your needy clit with a sharp and desperate cry from you. At the sound, one met by a muffled hum of contentment from Astarion and a low growl from the druid behind you, Halsin’s hands drift up your body to cup your breasts.
Halsin’s hands are warm as they knead the soft skin of your chest, rolling your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He keeps his hips slowly grinding against your back as he watches you writhe and come undone on Astarion’s tongue, holding your quivering body to his. You tangle your fingers in Astarion’s silver curls between your thighs, rolling your hips to claim and get lost in your own pleasure. The sight is almost too much for Halsin, seeing you like this with your head lolling back against his shoulder, your eyes half-lidded and mouth half-open in ecstasy. Halsin keeps his hands on your breasts as he lowers his lips to capture yours in a kiss, drinking in the sound of you whimpering into his mouth.
Your body vibrates with pleasure, Astarion’s tongue coaxing you open as he dips his lithe fingers into you. He can’t help but moan into your cunt at your taste and the sight of you being held by Halsin as your body is wracked with the bliss the pair bring you. Astarion can tell that you are close to your climax. He keeps his tongue swirling over your clit, his fingers beckoning you toward your release as he rocks his hips against the mattress, desperate for the friction it affords him. Your body weakens at Astarion’s tongue and Halsin’s arms wrapped around you. Your whimpers become pitchier and quicker, you feel breathless as your body lurches its way toward your release.
“That’s it, my love, let me see you come undone for us, just like this” Halsin hums into your mouth. At his words, your grip in Astarion’s hair tightens as your hips buck up to his touch. Astarion keeps his fingers curling inside you, lapping up every drop of your sweetest nectar. You can barely form words as the waves of your desire whelm within you, stuttered and half-formed pleas falling unburdened from your lips.
“Please, please I’m so close, you-oh Gods you’re-”
“Come, let me taste you, my darling” Astarion purrs, his tongue still on you as his words are muffled by your thighs and cunt.
The coil in your stomach snaps, and the wave of burning desire breaks to roll through your body as you quiver at the touch of each man, your body overtaken by them. Astarion’s tongue doesn’t stop as you rock your hips against his mouth, his own hungry and desperate groans rolling into you. Halsin grips your body tight, pulling you as flush with his chest as he can, tweaking your nipples as his tongue continues to swirl around yours while you moan into his lips. Lightning cracks through you as you ride out your high, no part of you wanting for anything, bliss taking over your mind in a thick fog as you come undone.
The waves of your climax abate and your muscles relax as Astarion moves his way up your body, leaving open-mouthed kisses in his wake until he meets your lips. The taste of you still coats his tongue as he swirls it with yours.
“Let me taste our love, Astarion,” Halsin pleads, taking Astarion’s chin to tilt the elf’s face upwards to his own, capturing Astarion’s lips and the taste of you in his own mouth. The druid lets out a groan as he coaxes open Astarion’s mouth, the taste of both your release and the vampire’s tongue dancing on his own. Astarion kisses his way down Halsin’s neck, dragging his tongue over his skin as the druid lets his head fall back with a sigh at the touch of the vampire.
“You two will be the death of me” Halsin whispers, his voice cracking as he brings both yours and Astarion’s lips to his at once in a blur of tongues and teeth and moans. The three of you are all hands in hair and tongues in mouths, lost in how it feels to be tangled in one another. You know by instinct and touch alone who is where, whose tongue licks whose lips and whose hand slips between whose thighs. The air fills once again with heavy breath and hungry whimpers before Halsin’s unmistakable grip meets your hips once more. He pulls you into his embrace as you feel Astarion press up behind you, stroking the hair away from your neck so he may lay his lips there.
“To see you two in such bliss together and to share within it myself…it is the greatest gift the Gods could have given me…please… I must feel you” Halsin pleads between kisses and gasps.
“You asked so politely darling, how could we refuse, hmm?” Astarion teases into your neck, sending your muscles weak at the sound.
“How indeed…” you muse as you turn to twist your tongue around Astarions before your lips even meet. Halsin’s grip tightens on your hips at the sight, and you spin your body to face Astarion, melting into his arms and lips with a smile. He lets out a contented hum as he wraps his arms around you, allowing a moment for the two of you to take each other in before he guides you toward the edge of the bed on all fours. His lips still on yours, he slips off the bed to kneel upon the floor, the perfect height to keep kissing you deep and slow as you prop yourself up on your elbows. One hand of Astarion’s moves to stroke your hair, the other moves to stroke his eager and throbbing cock.
As you kneel, leaning your weight on your elbows, lips still on Astarion’s, you feel Halsin’s fingers slip into your wet, spent core from behind. You gasp into Astarion’s lips and he tightens his grip on his cock at the sound, slowly stroking himself as he moans into your mouth. Your body is already more than prepared to take Halsin’s cock - if anything, you were too sensitive after your last orgasm, but the feel of the blunt head of the druid’s cock pressed against your aching cunt sends your mind into a haze.
“P-please…” you beg into Astarion’s lips with a whimper. Halsin’s cock inches into you slowly, stretching you out around his length as desperate and filthy moans fall from his lips at your tightness around him.
“Oh, my love…you take me so well - look at you on his lips like this…” Halsin’s voice cracks as he finally bottoms out in you. You almost feel your body give way from the pleasure overtaking you, your cry of bliss swallowed in Astarion’s mouth.
“Good girl, you really do take him so well, don’t you? You’re so good to us…” Astarion whispers, his tongue dragging along your bottom lip, your jaw, and your own between his words. He keeps pumping his cock, slow and firm as he pours whispered praise into you from his knees. “Look at me - look at me while he makes you feel this good, let me see your pleasure” he demands in a soft, low voice. You gasp as Halsin rolls his hips deeper into you, casting your gaze up to meet Astarion’s crimson eyes, bleary with lust.
You can’t form words for the feel of them both. Halsin’s grip tightens on your hips as he ruts into you, the sound of his skin against yours making you even wetter and more desperate for him. His hips are relentless as they snap into you, his moans deep and rumbling like thunder from behind you. Halsin hits your sweetest, deepest spots as he rolls into you with a moan each time he fully sheaths his cock in your cunt, your back arched deep to ensure you don’t waste and inch of him.
Halsin’s hips set an altogether different pace than Astarion’s lips. Halsin pounds into you, his rhythm relentless while Astarion purrs praise into your lips, his tongue languidly massaging yours, kissing you with a simmering, slow passion as he whispers how good you are into your lips. Astarion moves the hand he has in your hair down to place it gently on your neck - there is only a little pressure, mostly to keep you upright as your body weakens with pleasure, but the sensation of him laying his hand on you like this pulls a ragged moan from your lips.
“You’re so good for us, so deliciously good for us, aren’t you? You are doing so well, my darling, just like this” Astarion rasps, his hand bringing himself closer to his own release as he strokes his cock, his fist trembling with pleasure as he grips himself, heaping whispered praise upon you. Your mind is awash with nothing but bliss and desire, your muscles weak but thrumming with lightning, your body aching and pliant all at once. You can feel the spring in your stomach close to snapping once more. Your walls clench around Halsin’s throbbing length, his movements inside you hot and fervent as your cunt pulls him towards his ever-nearing bliss.
“My heart, I…will you take all of me?” Halsin pleads as he jolts his hips into you, your wetness affording him an even deeper fuck into you. Astarion keeps his cool hand against your throat, his thumb underneath your chin, stroking its way along your jaw still just as slow and languid, but at Halsin’s words his breath catches in his throat and his cock twitches.
“Yes, yes, yes, please, just like that, just like this, just-” you beg, your mind a mess and your voice cracking as you cry out.
“Show her she’s ours, darling” Astarion demands of Halsin, his honey-sweet words pulling you over the edge like a command. You feel Halsin’s cock pulse inside you as he releases, twitching as he watches you come undone around him and upon Astarion’s lips. Your vision blurs and your body shakes, overwrought and overstimulated in a complete ecstasy that makes you moan hard and loud. Your mind is reeling as your pleasure unspools within you, crackling through every part of your body. It’s all you can do to keep yourself upright as the waves crash over you, and if not for Halsin’s grip on your hips and Astarion’s hand on your neck, you’d have collapsed onto the mattress long before now.
Astarion’s dulcet tones coax you through your orgasm, his voice becoming ever more breathless as he spills himself over his fist, whining into your mouth as you come, Halsin’s sloppy post-orgasm thrusts continuing to rock your body into Astarion’s lips.
The three of you tumble together in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets as you catch your breath, your body safe laying between your two elves. Halsin’s arms pull you close as he reaches to pull Astarion in beside you. Even warmed by your previous activities, Astarion’s skin is still cool to the touch - a welcome sensation against yours and Halsin’s hot bodies. Halsin’s fingers brush through Astarion’s curls, and Astarion’s trace small patterns on your skin. This might just be what peace feels like, you think - and from the contented hum from Astarion and the deep, slow breaths from Halsin, you think they both agree.
The three of you talk into the night, though soon enough your bodies can’t help but succumb to rest. Being wrapped in bedsheets and each other on a soft bed sounded like such a small joy, but in this moment it means everything to you. Comfort had become such a precious commodity of late, you would have paid the room fee a hundred times over just to keep this pocket of safety for you and your loves, this small joy for the three of you. Morning would come soon enough, and with it the inevitable trials of a new day - for now you though, would lay between the two halves of your heart, gladly whiling away the hours, just like this.