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It starts out innocently, the way it all unfolds.
You had told the camp that you were going to the river to wash some clothes, Astarion noting to himself that you looked tired, eyes hollow from unrest, the skin of your face holding a sallow tinge to it. He could hear you in your bedroll the night before from his tent, tossing and turning all night and huffing into the early hours of the morning, sleep eluding you until the sun started to break over the hills when he noticed you had finally quieted.
He wanted to check on you but didn’t know the boundaries there, the rules. Sure, he had fed from you multiple times at this point, but only when you were sleeping. He didn’t want to assume he could waltz into your tent at any given time, and he certainly wouldn’t know what to do afterwards if he encountered you like that. No, he would just mind his own and stay put.
And he did a great job of doing so. Until he saw you that morning.
He hadn’t told the others to leave you be like he had intended, he didn’t need to, they didn’t rush to wake you. Apparently not needing the amplified hearing of a vampire when you had been groaning out your irritations the entire night.
It didn’t matter though, while it was still early and the others were preparing a fire to cook breakfast, you had slipped from your tent, groggy and hair wild, a basket of your clothes perched in your arms.
“I’ll be back in awhile. Going to the river. Does anyone need me to wash anything?”
Everyone replied with mumbled “no’s” or shakes of their heads and concern on their faces, and Astarion quirked his brow at your back when you turned without another word, sluggish movements making your feet scuff slightly in the dirt.
He watched you until he couldn’t see you any longer, turning a curve and disappearing into the distance and subsequently into the thick forest.
He hung back several long minutes, trying to act like he didn’t care, trying to pretend that he couldn’t stop wondering what was wrong. Not letting himself think it was actually because he was slightly worried about you…
It wasn’t long before his curiosity got the better of him and he followed the path you had trailed before, not needing to know the exact steps you took as he knew where the river was.
He walked through the dense trees and eventually found himself in a familiar clearing, often coming here to just soak in the sun alone.
His brows pinched together when he didn’t see any sign of you at first, eyes scanning the area as his nose perked up, picking up on the metallic and sweet tinge of your blood, helping his eyes hone in on a piece of cloth by the rivers edge. Knowing it was yours, he quickly walks towards the fabric, picking it up without a second thought, worried that you had been hurt at first. That’s when he realized it wasn’t just any piece of cloth, it was your underclothes, the delicate and worn fabric stained with already drying blood.
His lips parted slightly as recognition of what was happening dawned on him. He should’ve known before. You couldn’t sleep the night before because of the pain of your cycle starting, and he couldn’t smell the distinct tang of period blood coming from you because it hadn’t started flowing from you yet.
He couldn’t control himself when he brought the fabric millimeters away from his face, taking a deep pull through his nose and uttering a filthy groan.
That was his first mistake.
He’s smelled your cycle on you before, can sense the changes in your scent throughout the month, the times when you’re on your period and ovulating making you smell impossibly sweeter, headier, an aphrodisiac to his entire being, singing to him….And it’s on those nights when he waits impatiently for you to fall asleep before he comes into your tent and sinks his fangs into the supple skin of your neck, the give of your pliant body thrilling to him, amplifying his need when you let out little sighs of pleasure deep in your sleep, the warm and intoxicating taste of your blood satiating only part of his hunger. The craving for more constantly blistering under his skin, clawing up his throat when he pries himself away from the junction of your neck, licking over the marks for longer than he needs to.
He always acted like he didn’t notice nor care when his dick would be insistently pressing against the seam in his pants on those nights, trying to ignore it for what felt like hours before turning in his bed and rutting his hips into the soft give of the mattress, biting into the pillow while he imagines sinking his fingers inside you, your cunt making his digits glisten with your blood and slick when he pulls them out, licking around them before fucking his tongue into you.
After he’d come down from his orgasm, he would tell himself it didn’t matter. That it wasn’t really related to you…that the only reason this was happening to him was because he wasn’t used to human blood, especially blood that tasted so fucking delicious…
So, yes, it was a mistake to sniff your bloody panties, the heady scent of you still strong and cloying, although the blood was drying quickly.
It was his second mistake, though, when he let the tip of his tongue peak out of his mouth and drag along the gusset, pushing the fabric harder against his tongue as he went, flattening the muscle out fully, quickly becoming dizzy with your scent and taste, concentrated even further here.
Lust and hunger burned through his veins and he let out a sound that resembled a snarl and gripped the fabric tighter before ripping it away from his mouth.
He quickly began following the length of the river further, hunting your scent down and at last finding you at the deepest part of the water, wet clothes scrubbed clean and laid out on the sunny rocks by the flowing river, basket empty and forgotten off to the side…
…And that’s where he was now. Eyes greedily taking you in, running up and down your wet and supple skin, where you were completely unaware of the hungry predator lurking near you.
Your back was turned to him, water hitting just above your bum, and Astarion continues to watch quietly as you cup the clear liquid in your palms and bring it up to pour over your shoulders, water cascading down the curves of your body, sliding into droplets that catch like crystals on your skin. He never wanted the sun to be taken from him again, never wanted to miss a sight as beautiful as this one, the glow of light only adding to your ethereal beauty as you wade through the water, seemingly unbothered and carefree.
He watches you dip fully into the water, head going under, and he takes this chance to come out from his concealed spot, moving closer to the large, flat rocks that adorned the riverbed. He leans his hip against one of the rocks, feigning casualty, before remembering his death grip on your soiled underwear and tossing it behind himself quickly before your head can break the surface of the water, hoping it lands somewhere it can’t be spotted.
You don’t see him immediately, taking your time standing up in the water, giving his greedy eyes time to take in your naked form. His gaze follows the water that runs from the point of your chin, to the hollow of your throat, past the slope of your breasts where his eyes go to land on the peak of your nipples. They pebble from the air and Astarion wants to take them in his mouth, lave his tongue over the sensitive buds until you’re shaking.
He’s broken from his thoughts when you turn to face his way with your eyes still closed, hands coming up to slick the hair on your forehead back before swiping the water away from your eyes, wet lashes clumped together when they open, falling to land directly on him before squealing.
Astarion tries to hold back his laugh when you reach to cover your breasts on instinct, jumping about a foot backwards in sequence, he really does, but he can’t stop the sound bubbling out from his lips at your reaction. He watches as your face quickly shifts from horror and shock to irritation and anger. Unfortunately, this only makes him laugh more.
He watches you sink back down into the water quickly so your chest is covered, shielding his eyes from your naked form.
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
Oh, you’re mad. Like actually mad, not playfully mad.
He lets the rest of the laugh dry up in his throat at your tone.
He hadn’t been thinking when he pressed his nose into the fabric of your underwear, hadn’t thought about how this might be a bad idea when he followed your thick scent out here and snuck up on you, purely relying on instinct alone when he had tasted the remnants of your blood on the soft cotton.
He lifts his hands and faces his palms toward you, speaking softly like he was trying to soothe a murderous owlbear cub.
“I only came out here to check on you…it’s not my fault you don’t have a handle on your surroundings, darling…” he hears you let out a sound of indignation at this but ignores it, “and after all, you said you were going to be washing clothes, not washing yourself…” he trails off and ticks one eyebrow up, hands still raised in the air for a moment longer before he sees you let out a breath, the arms hugging your chest loosening slightly, before he lets his own arms drop to his sides.
You still looked mad though.
“Wow. My hero.” You deadpan, sarcasm dripping from your tongue, rolling your eyes with unrestrained annoyance before continuing, “Besides, I’m fine as you can see….And not that it’s any of your business, but I started my period early and bled through my only clean clothes, hence-“, his eyes follow the gesture you make towards your submerged body, one arm still covering your naked chest.
Astarion chuckles, and he watches as your face forms into a scowl at this, the sound mocking to your ears.
“I know you started bleeding. I could smell it on you miles away,” he didn’t need to tell you that he had found the evidence of it… “I am a vampire, after all….Or did you forget?”
You roll your eyes again, they may get stuck like that, he thinks to himself in amusement.
“Oh, yes. I’m so completely dense that I forgot I had a vampire camp-mate that feeds from me nearly every single night,” your tone gets sharper towards the end of your sentence, almost spitting the words out, shooting daggers at him with your eyes.
While he was actually trying for once to ease your nerves, everything he did seemed to do the exact opposite of that, and instead he felt guilt settling heavy in his stomach like rocks at the thought of him taking from you without your consent, thinking you had reconsidered your previous agreement. Words came out of him in a rush.
“Do you-I mean…do you want me to stop, darling? Feeding from you, that is?” his voice is quiet, barely audible to your human ears across the soft rush of water, and he sees your face fall, before your eyebrows pinch together and upwards at the center, concern blooming over your entire face, your tense body finally relaxing and wading closer to him and into the shallow water, releasing your arms from your chest.
Astarion heroically focuses his gaze on your face when more of your naked body is revealed to him, refusing to spook you off or anger you more.
“No.” You say it strongly, with conviction, looking directly into his eyes despite the distance still between you, and it settles the nerves that were spreading throughout his body.
“No, I don’t want you to stop feeding from me. I’m sorry, I just-“ you press the heel of one shaky palm against your brow before sighing again, “you’re right, I don’t feel well. I’m in a lot of pain right now and I didn’t get much rest at all last night…And I’m mad that I bled through my clothes, and we just have so much to do, and I just want one little break-“,
your voice breaks on the end of your sentence and Astarion watches in slight horror when your bottom lip begins to quiver, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes and threatening to spill over, and he doesn’t think twice before he walks towards you, not caring that his shoes were getting wet the closer he got to the water’s edge, reaching his right hand out towards you, beckoning you to take it.
“Come, darling, don’t cry. I won’t bite. Not unless you ask, anyway.” He says it softly, a comforting smile playing at his lips when you sniffle and walk even closer to him sheepishly, taking his hand when you reach him. He rubs his thumb in soothing circles on the back of your hand as he leads you out of the water entirely.
Everything’s going well, things smoothing over quickly, until he hears a soft gasp and feels you freeze, hand tensing and flexing in his grip. He turns to face you immediately, seeing your face contorted with pain as your free hand clutches at your lower abdomen, and he doesn’t need to look down to see the blood, because he can smell it.
He forces himself to keep his eyes from trailing anywhere but your face, worried about the pain you were feeling, but also not trusting himself, not when the rich scent of your blood was basically screaming at him to be licked away from your warm, damp skin.
Hot, burning need grips his chest and throat, and he suddenly is finding it very hard to think straight as he tries to focus on anything but the sticky-sweet scent at his nose, forcing its way inside his nostrils, fogging up his brain. He takes an unneeded breath to calm himself, but it only makes things worse as he pulls more lungfuls of your scent in, and he brings a shaky hand up to smooth the wet hair sticking to the side of your face, brushing it away and cupping your cheek. When he speaks, his voice is a deep rumble, barely above a whisper, and he can hear the need in his own voice.
“If you’d let me, I want to help. Please.” He doesn’t feel embarrassed when his hunger is burning like acid in his throat, wanting more than anything to sink his tongue between the seam of your lips, drinking in the very essence of you. He wanted to taste. He wanted to feast.
He makes eye contact with you and flicks his gaze downward quickly, not letting his eyes linger on your naked body, but wanting you to get the hint. Your lips part on a gasp.
“What?? You mean…” you trail off and cringe through what must be yet another wave of pain, clenching your teeth and curling slightly in on yourself for several moments before slowly standing straight again, huffing out small breaths through your nose, and then picking up where you left off, eyes tired and body exhausted from the constant onslaught, “you mean you want to-“
“Go down on your bloody cunt? Yes, dear, that’s exactly what I’m asking.”
Astarion watches in delight as your face flushes, a pretty blush coloring your cheeks and nose, eyes flicking to the side and then down towards your feet before looking up at him through thick lashes once more.
“Is that what you want?….I mean it’s period blood, Astarion, it’s…isn’t that gross…?”
Astarion lets out a low chuckle and tugs on your hand, pulling you slightly closer to him. He closes the rest of the distance, though still not letting your bodies touch, and drags another greedy breath in through his nose as he towers above you, scenting you, a pleased rumble vibrating through his chest.
“I don’t find it gross at all… quite the opposite, my dear…” He can smell your arousal blooming through the scent of your blood, making him dizzier, bolder. He trails the hand holding yours up your arm, feeling you shiver under his touch. His free hand pushes the wet hair back and away from your neck, leaning down and pushing his nose under your ear.
“I’m starving for it…” he breathes against your skin, hearing you emit a soft gasp, and he places a kiss to the damp skin of your neck before purring into it, “So let me…I could take care of you. I can make you feel better…please let me, darling…”
He’s never begged like this before for anything in his life, and he’d have the time to feel disgusted with himself later…but now was not that time. Not when you were trembling in his hold, looking up at him with lust-blown pupils, black fully encompassing the color of your irises before catching him unaware and lunging upwards quickly, mouths colliding and teeth clacking together slightly in your eagerness when you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, and your mouths find the perfect rhythm quickly, lips and tongues parting only to reconnect again and again, and Astarion could get lost in the way you kiss, how you sigh into his mouth, the luxury of your lips against his, the soft give and take of your mouth…even your spit tasted sweet to him.
Ah, he was so beyond screwed.
Astarion groans when you lave your tongue up a pointed fang before breaking the kiss, looking flushed and ruined already.
Oh…he couldn’t wait to ruin you even further.
He invades your space entirely, pushing his fully clothed frame into your damp and naked one, walking you back towards one of the rocks that’s scattered with your drying clothes. He crowds you up against the large, sloped formation, leaning in and placing a hand on either side of your head, caging you in before noticing you wince at the hard surface against your back and tailbone. Astarion decides to quickly reach behind you, and is trying to stack your damp clothes together for cushioning against the flattest part of the large rock, but he’s finding it very fucking hard to do when he has a warm, eager, beautiful and heavenly smelling human latched onto him that’s licking and kissing at his neck while he tries to work.
Astarion growls and moves his right hand to your hair, and you gasp when he grabs a fistful of it from the back of your head, pulling you away from his neck and stopping only when he feels the back of his hand come into contact with the rocks surface. He holds you there possessively, tilting your head back and angling your chin up so he’s forcing you to look at him as he looks down on you.
“Careful, pet. I’ve been keeping my composure, but you’re testing my limits-“ he nips at the tip of your nose and watches you squirm under his hold, the smell of your arousal and blood making the air feel thick around him, and he grips your hair tighter in a show of dominance, “be good” he says, before releasing you entirely, pushing himself up and away from you so he can start to rid himself of his shirt.
He still has the wherewithal to be amused, can feel a smirk ticking up the corners of his mouth when he backs away and sees you trying to hold yourself up on weak legs like a newborn foal, leaning back against the rock and propping yourself slightly up on your elbows so you can watch him with hungry eyes.
He instantly regrets it, though, when he creates enough distance and lets his eyes fully drag along the entire length of your body.
You’re shaking, not from fear or cold, it was hot outside, no..…he could smell how fucking wet you were already for him.
You were panting slightly, heart thumping wildly behind your breastbone, a quiet drumming that called to him, the soft weight of your tits rising and falling with your breath and his eyes drift even lower…following the soft give of your tummy to your belly button, then letting them fall further, where they catch on the patch of soft pubic hairs curling above your cunt, and he wants to bury his nose there, breathe you in before drinking you down….and then his eyes land on the clench of your thighs, twisted tightly together and shielding him from what he wanted to see most, what he wanted to taste most.
Astarion speedily rips his shirt off and over his head, bunching it up and placing it on top of your now nearly-dry stack of clothes he had previously made before you had interrupted him, the rays of sunlight and heat from the rock doing their job quickly, and grabs you at the thinnest part of your waist to shift you up so the length of your back is pressed against the fabrics, cushioning you.
Your legs are still pressed gently together when Astarion drops to his knees, the soft riverbank cushioning his joints as he holds you up with ease, the tips of your toes still pressed against the ground.
He looks up at you as you blink slowly down at him, waiting on bated breath for his next move. Your lips are parted and little pants are falling from between them, flush on your skin deepening, looking delectable and oh-so beautiful.
He places one hand on your thigh, gently prying your legs apart, your smell making him feel drunk before he’s even fully revealed you to his greedy eyes.
He feels you relax further in his hold then, supple body allowing him to move and position you however he wanted, molding you like porcelain clay under his hands.
Astarion feels himself let out a soft rumble of a moan when he pushes one of your legs up and to the side, finally getting a look at what he wanted most, what he dreamt about, what he thought about when he would cum from fucking into his mattress, forced to clean it up himself instead of making you lick it off his sheets.
“Fuck, darling…” he purrs, greedy eyes taking in the smear of blood on your thighs, the water from earlier having left soft red streaks on your skin where the blood had mixed with the water and trailed down your legs before drying. Astarion wanted to follow the faint lines with his tongue…but later, after…after he had properly tasted you….
…So he shuffles closer, strong arms going under your thighs and lifting your legs, helping you rest them over his broad shoulders, bringing himself face level with your pussy, absolutely a mess with blood and slick.
His mouth was fucking watering.
“Oh, my sweet…” he brings one hand up, using two fingers to spread you open even further for his viewing pleasure, “such a gorgeous cunt…” he can hear your harsh breathing above him, the hushed word of his name coming out on a gasp, can feel your thighs trembling by his head….and he feels feral with his lust, the way you react to him only intensifying his need.
He reaches his hands up and grabs onto your waist possessively, pinning you against the rock with ease.
“Tell me dear…” he leans in, brushing his nose against the patch of hair above your womanhood, voice coming out like the softest silk, “are you going to let me have my fill of it?”
Astarion thanks the Gods above when he hears you gasp and whimper out “Astarion, please”, knowing he wouldn’t be able to control himself when he was pressed so closely to the most enticing meal he’d ever been presented with, the prettiest pussy he’s laid his eyes on in all his decades of life, the deep color and cloying scent of your blood making you impossibly prettier here to him.
He hears you gasp and he pulls back slightly to get a better look and watches as your pussy spasms from the pain of more cramps, your entrance pushing out a trickle of deep red blood mixed with your slick, red and clear fluids bleeding together like a watercolor painting, and the rest of Astarion’s barely held together composure snaps.
He snarls and pins your hips harder against the rock behind you, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue to lap up the blood and arousal leaking out of you hungrily.
The first taste of your blood here sends him into a full-blown frenzy, and he feels your weight fully settle on his shoulders, hands flying to his head, pushing the air out of your lungs in a rush and gripping and tugging onto his curls as he growls into your pussy and begins to feast, tongue greedily laving over your entrance for several minutes until the trickle of blood stops flowing, then moving to lick through your folds, searching out every morsel of blood and slick coating you.
Astarion was in his own world, face buried in your cunt, alternating between enclosing his lips softly around your entrance and suckling, using his tongue to circle and lave over you there, trying to coax more delicious blood and slick from you, and swirling his head around between your legs to suck and lick at every inch he could find, the grip on your waist never letting up.
He could faintly hear your cries and moans of pleasure through the ringing in his ears, his movements getting slower as his lust and high deepens, tongue dragging luxuriously up through your folds again and again. He was moaning into you, the vibrations and attention from his mouth only causing more slick and blood to seep out of you.
Astarion felt high, he felt fucking drunk, he never wanted to remove his face from this pussy. It was his.
His cock was beyond hard and aching in his pants, and he could feel his precum wetting the tip of him, the fabric of his underwear becoming damp. He starts to hump his hips forward, though not getting any real relief from it, only heightening the sensations around him when he feels the head of his dick push slightly into the fabric of his underwear, straining against the material, rough on the sensitive skin on his cock, laces holding him in.
He moans filthily as he continues to drink from you, hips twitching, dick throbbing, and opens his mouth further, moves to swirl his tongue around your clit in tight circles, prodding at it with the tip of his tongue in search of any blood or arousal that he had missed, and when he’s satisfied with that, he moves his tongue back down to delve inside of you fully now with a hum, hearing you gasp and moan as he pushes the muscle against your walls in search of more, until his mouth is pressed flush against your cunt, the tip of his nose pushing up on your clit and groaning when more hot blood pulses onto his tongue, your pussy clenching down on him as he slowly begins to fuck you with his tongue.
Astarion wraps his arms under your legs then, pulling you into him impossibly further, nuzzling into you when he sharpens his hearing through the haze of his burning lust and hunger, listening to the hitch of your breath when he rubs his nose against your sensitive bud just-so, and he can’t help himself from moaning as he begins to fuck into you with his tongue harder, curling it gently, and pulling back far enough to angle his head up ever so slightly on the pull-back so his nose can continue to push up against your clit.
You’re writhing around on him now, grinding down against him and riding his face, and Astarion let’s you, let’s you gasp and cry out into the forest on a loop….and he’s suddenly somewhat thankful that the two of you were miles from your camp, only the trees and river to hear you as Astarion takes from you; feeling uncharacteristically possessive over his meal….over you.
He’s truly never tasted anything as delectable as this, the only rival to it being the blood from your pulse-points, but the taste of you here was even thicker; headier.
The mix of your blood and arousal swirl on his tongue and drip down his throat like warmed honey, and he doesn’t know if he can ever stop, wants to keep his face glued here for the rest of eternity as your thighs flex and clamp tighter on the sides of his head, your hips moving as much as he’ll allow with his grip still on your waist.
The flow of blood begins to slowly dissipate until it’s replaced by your slick, leaking out of you generously and into Astarion’s awaiting and greedy mouth.
“Astarion…” he hears his name over the rush of your blood in his ears, your hands gripping his hair harder, hips circling tighter, “Astarion, fuck, m’gonna….gonna come…”
Astarion hums his approval into your pussy and pulls you against him harder, his nose insistently pushing into your clit, his mouth and tongue trying to devour you whole, and you wail, crying out “fuck!! coming! m’coming, m’coming…” and he holds you as still as possible so he can continue his ministrations and carry you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out fully on his face, cunt clamping down on his tongue, and he swallows everything you have to give him, only pulling his tongue out when he feels your fluttering walls start to ease up around him, pulling back ever so slightly to lick over and nuzzle at your cunt, collecting every drop of your essence that escaped his greedy tongue, only stopping when you push at his head and twitch your hips away from his mouth from the over sensitivity.
Astarion deserves a fucking medal for the strength in which it takes him to pull his face away from his new favorite spot, removing your shaky legs from his shoulders and helping you find your balance, steadying you with one hand on your hip as your feet make contact with the soft give of the ground.
It was hard to pull away, yes, but it was worth it when he stands tall on wobbly knees himself, taking you in fully with his eyes once more.
You look absolutely and utterly wrecked. Breasts still heaving, skin now glistening once again, but this time from the sheen of sweat covering your entire body. Your cheeks are red and your eyes are barely open, but you reach out for him with quick and eager hands, fingers descending to the laces of his pants, mind seemingly set on one thing, and that thing was pulling his cock out.
Astarion finds himself chuckling at your enthusiasm, his hunger mirrored on you. He had his fill of your delectable blood for the time being, but his lust for you only burned hotter, the feel of your warm pussy on his tongue seared into his brain forevermore, the taste of your arousal thick and sweet, lingering in his mouth, sticking to his teeth, reminding him of what a ripe cherry or peach tasted like, with a hint of salt and tang, a slight bitterness and you.
You were so much more addicting than he could’ve ever dreamed of. And he needed more of you. Needed to sink his aching cock home, deep inside your tight, hot cunt…needed to make you scream and clench on his cock like you’d been doing on his tongue.
He helps you finish unlacing his pants before the both of you push them and his briefs down together, past the curve of his hips and ass, his hard cock finally springing free from the confines of the oppressive material and slapping audibly against his lower stomach, the precum that had been leaking from the tip of him leaving a sticky translucent mark where it made contact with his skin.
Astarion moans and shudders when he watches you bring a warm palm and delicate fingers to encircle the base of him, gripping tight before bringing your fist up, twisting it over the weeping and sensitive head. He lets you continue your torture for a few moments, letting you have your fun.
“Mmm…it’s big….” he didn’t realize he had let his eyes fall shut and they fly open, looking down at you and thrusting his hips into your hand at the comment. Your gaze is locked on his dick, teeth sunk into your full bottom lip, and you look fully entranced with his cock in your hand, fingers sliding down to the root of him, placing your palm flat on his groin, framing his cock and scratching your fingers into the barely-there hairs at the base of him. One of your eyebrow’s quirks up in mock annoyance. “And it’s pretty. Why is everything on you so pretty?”
And he can’t help but huff out a laugh again at the pout on your face, seemingly so very annoyed by his prettiness, and he bends down slightly and pulls you into him again, this time away from the rock, causing you to drop your hand from his groin as he pulls you tighter.
You giggle in anticipation when he lifts you off the ground, strong arms coming to wrap around your waist, before he slides them down, hooking his hands under your knees effortlessly, holding you up and spreading your legs open in a slight v, your lower body angled so your cunt is now hovering mere inches from his erection, his pants and underwear pooling around his ankles, shoes still on.
Suddenly no one was laughing anymore, your hands coming up to clutch at his shoulders while Astarion held you over where he knew you most wanted him, your pussy aching and clenching painfully around nothing, body lax and loose from your previous orgasm. The pain of your cramps were gone and forgotten for the time being, another type of pain gnawing at your lower belly, wanting more than anything to be filled by him.
Astarion nuzzles behind your ear, “Do you want it sweet girl? Do you want my cock?” He hears you whimper and angles his hips up slightly and brings you down just a bit lower, bumping the head of his twitching dick against your greedy entrance and he feels it flutter around him, trying to suck him in, and Astarion watches in awe when you start to beg, “please, Astarion, please just fuck me, I need it-” choking on a sob as fresh tears collect at your lower lash line…and he can feel it before he sees it…the warm slick, slightly pink from the tinge of your blood, pooling at your cunt and dripping onto the head of his dick before spider-webbing down in thin, glistening strands, landing without a sound onto the ground below the two of you.
Astarion growls out a curse before snapping his hips up, pushing the head of his cock into you, and you both gasp when you feel his thick head pop in, Astarion temporarily thinking he’s ascended into another realm entirely when he slowly starts to push all the way into you, letting gravity settle you down inch by throbbing inch, until you’re snug against his hips.
He can feel the barrier of your cervix as the sensitive head of his cock kicks against it when he lets you adjust, can feel your soft walls pulsing and clenching around him; squeezing him tight.
“Fuuuck…” you whimper out when he settles home, grinding your hips in slow circles, impatient and wanting more, “…so fuckin’ big, Astarion”, and it was his turn to gasp, watching your lips fall open and eyes roll back with ecstasy, already so fucking gone on his cock.
Gods you were perfect like this…and he was so fucking deep inside of you and he could come right fucking now if he let himself with the way you were writhing around like a desperate slut on his dick, could push his seed deep into your womb without another thought.
The pain of ignoring his need finally rears its head, balls full and heavy between his legs, restraint an afterthought as he pulls your legs farther apart and starts to bounce you on his thick cock earnestly, uttering out deep moans and barely allowing you the time to adjust to the girth and length of him, crying out as he fucks into you.
Your arms flail slightly before grasping tighter around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him, forehead and nose bumping against his chin and throat as he manhandles you onto his cock again, again, again.…his big dick and the angle making you keen and sob repeatedly for him.
Astarion has never been one to bite his tongue, and he certainly doesn’t find the time in kicking the habit now, especially when his head was still addled with the heady smell that was you… and especially not when you’re panting in his arms, sighing his name into his ear, your pussy sopping wet and squelching around his cock lewdly, the thick scent of your blood and arousal still swirling around in his brain, blurring his vision.
“This is my pussy now, darling…” he growls into your soft hair, huffing out ragged breaths against the top of your head, accentuating his point with quick and deep thrusts, your moans a constant soundtrack.
Astarion slows his thrusts down when you don’t answer with words, before stopping entirely, using the hands on your ass to push you further onto him, grinding his hips in a slow and filthy circle, making you feel every devastating inch of him.
“Say it.”
His voice is commanding to his own ears when he growls, and he hears you wail again and try to squirm around on his cock some more…so needy he thinks to himself before hearing you gasp out, “it’s yours! Oh, gods, it’s your fucking pussy Astarion, it’s yours!”
Astarion snarls out a “good girl” and thanks the Gods that he isn’t thrusting into you when you say that while clenching down on him hard, for fear of blowing his load.
He pulls you closer, one hand leaving your ass, arm coming up your back to grasp at the back of your neck as he flexes his thighs and lets his knees descend to the soft earth.
He holds you firmly on his cock as he falls gracefully, (which would be quite difficult to do if it weren’t for his inhuman strength, as you’re trying to writhe around like a bitch in heat on his dick) and he keeps his hold on you as he turns his head to look over his shoulder, quickly removing his shoes and pants with his free hand, the offensive remainder of his clothing tossed to the side.
He turns his attention back to you when he’s finished, the hand that’s holding behind your neck coming up to cup the back of your head that’s lolling slightly back and side-to-side with the weight of your lust.
When he brings your faces together, the tips of your noses touching, your hands come up to touch his face with gentle fingers, almost reverently.
Astarion drinks in your face, your hooded eyes with inky pools of black searching his, and he decides then and there that he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you from then on if he could help it, he couldn’t when you looked at him like that. Ruined and completely bared open for him, tears drying in the corners of your eyes from pleasure, trust writ so plainly all over your beautiful face.
Trust for him.
And this time, maybe for the first time ever, he didn’t want to take advantage of that…he wanted to give you what you needed.
So he wraps his arms around your waist once more, gripping himself at the elbows around you, needing your bodies to be touching everywhere as he’s still holding you tightly to his cock.
He still doesn’t let you move when he places an achingly soft kiss to the side of your mouth, a quiet admission of “i’ve got you” before nipping at your bottom lip softly, giving you a small warning before he licks into your mouth and kisses you deeply.
You give back as good as you get… that is until Astarion begins pumping his cock in and out of you slowly, moaning sinfully into your mouth, and you break away with a gasp and then a long, drawn-out moan, head tipping backwards once more without his steady hold on it. Your hands leave his face and grasp at his hair, the silky strands twirling around your fingers.
Astarion takes this time to kiss and lick down the arch of your neck, breathing you in simultaneously and maintaining his constant high; your scent, feel and sound a drug to him.
“Fuck yeah, feels so fucking good,” you whine, hands flexing and tightening in his hair, absolutely gone on his cock, squeezing him tight everywhere-making him push his face into your neck and moan as you continue to let filth pour from your mouth, vibrating against him when you speak.
“Mmm…love your cock so much. Fits fuckin’ perfect….” you sigh out like this is the only place like you’d ever want to be. Like this was the happiest place on earth. Like you had just found inner peace.
Astarion can’t take it anymore, honestly very impressed by his overall resolve at this point, and flexes his feet, his toes digging into the dirt, using the leverage to fuck into you harder, quicker.
Your hold on his hair loosens, hands instead coming to grasp and squeeze at his shoulders, and Astarion settles his large palms high on your hips, using his strong fingers to gently shift your angle.
“Arch your back for me….thereee you go, darling… that’s it isn’t it?” He feels you tremble in his lap and you nod your head vigorously, moaning loudly, the angle making him hit the spot inside you that made phosphenes dance behind your closed eyelids, nails biting into his skin hard.
“Never want to leave this pussy…my pussy,“ he emphasizes with several punishing thrusts, and he relishes in the way you scream out “yes, yes, it’s yours, only yours!”, loves the way you clench down on his cock every time he speaks…and he’s only getting dizzier off the way you seem to lose yourself more and more the longer he plays with you, but he wasn’t going to be able to hold off much longer (to his dismay), the feel and smell of you all too much, your taste still lingering on his tongue.
He knows how his words have an effect on you now, so he uses this knowledge to his advantage when he moves one of his hands from your hip and slides it down between your bodies, thumb finding and rubbing at your clit with quick, practiced movements as he continues his brutal pace.
You’re so swollen and sensitive there that he barely has to touch your bundle of nerves, sobbing out for him when he starts flicking the head of it gently under the rough pad of his thumb as you say his name again like a prayer, like it’s the only thing you know.
Your legs are clenched tightly around his hips and loud, wet noises are ringing out between you once more, your fingers only digging harder into him and you gasp when he says, “If this is my pussy, darling, will you let me use it whenever I desire? Drink from it whenever I desire? …Let me fill it whenever I desire?”
Astarion watches more tears glisten in the corners of your closed eyes before slipping down your cheeks and rasping out, “yes, anything! Anything you want, Astarion, you-fuck-you can have it! Please just, please-“ and he can feel you fluttering around his cock, knows you’re so fucking close, body drawn tight and ready to explode.
“Wanna come for me, love?” Astarion moans out, feeling his balls twitch and cock throb insistently inside you, nearing the edge himself, and very quickly, he might add. The pace of his hips starts to falter slightly, but his talented fingers never stop their ministrations on your clit.
His voice is ragged and he’s speaking through pants and moans, “C’mon darling, give it to me baby, m’gonna come too, gonna-shit-gonna fill this sweet fucking pussy…”
And then he feels you clench down hard on his cock as your orgasm first hits you, wailing out, “coming! M’comingggg!” and Astarion groans and lets his orgasm pull him under as well, cock jerking inside you as your walls continue to clamp down on him and draw out his pleasure, milking him of everything he had.
His ears are ringing and his hips are still pumping in you when he feels your hand clasp around his wrist and wrench his hand away from your clit.
When his orgasm finally subsides and he feels his hearing start to return and his legs burning from his previous efforts, he gently lays you down on your back on the ground, legs now too weak to pick you up and carry you to the rock.
You’re still panting, pleased little sounds escaping you when he nuzzles into your neck again before looking down between your bodies and grabbing the base of himself and pulling out, his cum mixed with your slick and blood leaking out of you.
Astarion can’t resist when takes two fingers and runs them gently up your folds, and you shiver and twitch as he collects the fluids on his digits before bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them, watching your pretty face blush for him once more.
“We taste delicious, darling.” He says, and he watches you scrunch your nose up slightly at this, though a smile was playing at your lips.
“You’re gross” you say, but it’s teasing; fond.
Astarion can’t help but laugh at this, “Oh really? I go down on your bleeding vagina and this is where you draw the line?”
He watches in delight as your face scrunches up more, this time with faint disgust painting it.
“When you say it like that, yeah. It’s gross.”
Astarion chuckles again before placing a gentle kiss to your downturned lips, your nose, back to your now lax lips again. “Want to get cleaned off? We have dirt and god knows what else on us.”
It was your turn to huff out a laugh, hands coming up to grasp at the sides of his face and tilt it gently in your hands, studying him.
“Hmm, well, you do have some blood on your nose and the side of your cheek-how did it even get on your cheek? Anyway, it’s a wonder you even got any on you at all. You were quite thorough, you know.”
He watches your eyes sparkle and you smile lazily, and he can see how tired you are now after your orgasms and no sleep. After your period has been wreaking havoc on your body all day.
Astarion moves to stand up slowly and groans at his muscles, his joints, he stretches slightly before reaching down, “Come, darling. I’ll wash you and then you need a healing potion and rest.”
He helps you up and walks you to the rivers edge once more, easing you in and letting the water lift the weight from your aching body.
You both bathe and then dry off, you putting on your now clean and dry clothes, and Astarion putting on his previous outfit, though he’d have to change when he got back, he had dirt and some faint spots of your blood and smears of slick on it. Not to mention the mess he’d made of his underwear.
You’re gathering your clean clothes together and putting them in the basket when Astarion is fully dressed and has his attention turned to you, and he notices you finish with that task only to start looking around for something.
“Trying to find something?”
“Yeah, actually, I had an old pair of panties but I can’t find them.”
Astarion feels a jolt through his body at this, knowing exactly what panties you were talking about and where they were, but he kept his face neutral, his tone light.
“When did you last see them?”
”I was walking here when I felt my period start, and I had stopped and took my clothes off somewhere back there before deciding to move farther down in case anyone came looking for me…” you finish your sentence with an uptick of your brow, tone teasing and look pointed at Astarion.
“Are you saying you’d rather still be suffering and orgasm-less now?”
You huff a laugh from your nose, “you’re so dramatic” you say, before turning on your heel and walking the distance to grab the basket of clothes and walk back to camp.
Astarion gets there before you though, “allow me” he says and lifts the basket in his arms.
Apparently now he was becoming chivalrous….Oh joy.
You smile at him quickly before looking away, not wanting to make this a thing, and the two of you start walking towards the direction of the camp, following the waters edge.
Astarion follows behind, smiling softly to himself.
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“I just don’t know where they could’ve gone….”
You’re looking around rocks and brush, but keep coming up empty handed in the search for your underwear.
Astarion lets out a little huff of impatience as you continue to poke around, standing and arms crossed.
“Darling, we need to get you to camp so you can rest….besides, I bet an animal got to it by now anyway. They were covered in blood.”
“Yeah, true, they….” you trail off for a moment, “wait, how did you know they were covered in blood?”
And Astarion responds smoothly, without a hitch, “You told me you started bleeding in them, dear, I can only imagine that they’re covered in blood.”
He sounds slightly annoyed, like he’d rather be doing anything else than searching for your bloody panties.
You let it go, not wanting to waste any more time on this yourself.
“Yeah. You’re probably right. Probably was an animal... they were old anyway, I was gonna replace them soon….” you sigh before standing up from your crouched position, “okay let’s go.”
Astarion lets out a quiet breath of relief when you start down your path again and drop the subject entirely, and he picks up the basket to carry it once more, thankful that you don’t know his little secret...
That unbeknownst to you, not only did Astarion see (and hold and lick) your missing blood-stained panties, but he currently had them shoved down deep in one of his pockets…for safe keeping…
…and safe sniffing.