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“Here’s my little treat with her cheeks all flushed. You will come to my bed tonight, won’t you?” The words drop from Astarion’s lips, the cadence of his voice one that Resilience knows well.
“Very presumptuous,” The tiefling says, “I’m undecided what I will do with my night yet.” While she has been thinking about taking him back to bed, there’s a book on Underdark flora and fauna, freshly looted from Lenore’s tower that day, calling her name.
“Ah, then you need a bit of enticing.” Astarion puts a hand on his chin in thought, “Let me see…”
“How about this one:” He straightens himself and steps close to her, “When I’m with you, I feel practically alive, yet I crave only to die again with you.”
Gods above, she does love his voice, but it takes effort to hold back a snort at the cheesy line. She doesn’t mock him, but she’s sure he can do better than that.
“Is that the best you have?” She asks, leaning forward, close enough that their chests almost touch.
When he looks away for a moment, she worries that she’s wounded him, until he pipes back up. “Hmm, let me give it another go. Every part of your perfect body whispers temptation - it’s as if the gods made you just to ruin me.”
Len has to stifle her laughter by burying her face in Astaroin’s shirt, putting her hands on his hips to pull him close to her. She looks up at him after a moment, an amused grin on her face. He looks slightly taken aback, so she softens her smile and tells him, “You’re sweet, and sillier than you let on.”
The eyeroll she receives in return is playful. “I can go on all night with the flattery, but is that all you really want?” His voice lowers, and before she can reply, he goes on to cup her face and say, “How about if I said these little words… everyone’s favorite. I love you.”
Resilience disapproves, and the smile leaves her face. “Having fun, are you?”
For both of them, sex has so often been a performance. It’s her job and if she’s going to fuck someone outside of work, she values honesty, sincerity. She wants that with Astarion; honeyed words, but not honeyed lies.
The irritation must not come across in her voice because he replies with sincerity, “I am. It’s hard not to, with you.” It softens her heart and her annoyance falls away.
It does make her wonder how many of those partners were young and naive enough enough that such fanciful words could tug at them. How many of them believed it?
That particular lie is one she herself hasn’t told a client in many years, not since had been granted the financial privilege of being more picky about her customers. It had always made her feel wrong.
Astarion hadn’t pretended to mean it though, it was just banter, foreplay. It made her feel like a mark. He doesn’t have to put on a performance to get her into bed with him.
“Now,” Astarion’s voice brings her back out of her spiraling thoughts, “As much as I relish standing around and saying all my favorite lines at you, I’d much rather we got to experience each other’s full portfolio of talents once again.”
“Oh,” Resilience slips easily back into banter, “you haven’t seen anywhere near my full portfolio, yet. I’ve actually already been planning some things…”
She stands on her tip toes so that she’s at equal height to him and gently threads her fingers through his hair. “Would you like me to fuck you tonight, Astarion?” She whispers into his ear.
The sharp exhale and gust of breath on her shoulder are almost answer enough, but she wants to hear him say it.
“Darling, I think I could live with that.”
She grins, and lets him go.
“Go get yourself ready, then.”
“Where did you even find - ?”
She stops him with a finger against his lips. “Please, I’m resourceful. Go make yourself clean and -”
“-Please,” He’s indignant, “I’m always clean.”
“-and I will meet you in a few hours. I’m going to have a rest and prepare some spells.” She leaves him with a wink, retreating to her tent to get ready.
Resilience reflects on the day behind her as she gets ready for night, preparing the spells she will be needing.
Despite everything else going on in her life right now, the wizard’s thoughts often return to Astarion, and tonight is no different. He’s a puzzle to her, but one she is slowly piecing together. It’s been clear to her from the beginning that he’s put up a wall - but of course he has. Thinking back to the night of the party, it had been a good time, for both of them she thinks, but she could tell that Astarion had been putting on a performance.
He had seemed far away for much of it. Multiple times during the night she had had to get his attention, to bring him back to the present. What was he thinking of, then?
Whatever is building between them - she’s not sure what to label it, but it’s the first sexual relationship she’s had in a long time that isn’t transactional, and she wants it to be authentic.
Thinking about everything she knows about him, she realizes with a twist in her heart that he’s probably never had an authentic relationship. If he had, it was too long ago for him to remember - he had mentioned barely remembering his life before Cazador.
Was he thinking of those horrible times, when they had slept together before?
No wonder he’d dropped that line, earlier. She loves the banter, the game of trying to one up each other and deliver their best lines, but it wasn’t a game for him, was it? It had been survival for him. It was the only thing he knew.
Does he have any idea what he even likes in bed? What he wants at all?
She resolves to help him discover this. Tonight should be about him - and she’ll be keeping a close eye on him.
Resilience catches a glimpse of him across camp from where she’s getting ready, using the little handheld mirror she’d found the other day to reapply her makeup. The sight of him makes her heart constrict, and she looks away before he notices her staring.
She meets Astarion at the edge of camp after everyone - but Halsin, who gives them a passing smile - has retreated to their tents for the evening.
Together, they find a secluded area, not too far from the Myconid colony, but private enough that they shouldn’t be disturbed.
Resilience has brought a small pack with supplies just in case, and she drops it on the ground before approaching her vampire. “Be sure to tell me if you need to stop at any point.”
Astarion rolls his eyes, and doesn’t say anything until he gives in under her stern gaze. “Fine, if you insist on coddling me.” She doesn’t miss the tremor in his voice.
“It isn’t coddling, love.” The very notion makes her sad. “I just want you to have a good time.”
He kisses her then, before she can continue. She sees what’s going on - the conversation is making him uncomfortable, this is his way of conceding. She accepts it, for now.
As Astarion deepens their kiss and she parts her lips, her fingers go to the hem of his shirt, fingers grazing over the smooth skin on his belly. She takes her lips off of his briefly so that she can lift the shirt over his head, before taking the time to fold it and place it safely on the pack.
“Really?” He asks.
“You’ll appreciate the clean shirt in the morning.” She says, kissing his throat.
She doesn’t have to see his face to know that he’s rolling his eyes, but it doesn’t stop her from enthusiastically unbuttoning his trousers. His hands come to cup her face and pull her back into a hungry kiss.
She teases him with experienced hands, one working to free him of his pants while the other palm glides along his clothed shaft, applying enough pressure to cause him to buck into her touch.
Once the barrier has been removed, she takes his naked cock in her hand and tugs a couple of times, before engulfing the head to gather the moisture there, using it to aid in her handjob.
Astarion’s mouth opens in a barely audible gasp, his lips brush against her cheek before he buries his face in her hair. “Gods above, the things you can do with your hand alone.”
She knows it’s a cliche line when she says it but she can’t help it, “Wait until you feel what I can do with my mouth.” She purrs into his ear.
“And you criticized my lines.” Astarion tries his best to sound affronted, but he can’t hide the hitch in his voice. It was cliche, but it still worked. “I think I need a demonstration.”
“I can do that.” She grins, and before she sinks to her knees she gives his neck a little nip.
“Cliche dirty talk, and now biting.” Astarion sniffs, “I really do think your mouth would be put to better use elsewhere.”
Len looks up at him from where she’s knelt between his legs and grips his pale cock, giving it a little squeeze. “Be nice.”
“Oh, please. You like it.”
The tiefling runs her nails gently over his sensitive skin, coaxing a soft hiss out of him. She’d been keeping them long and sharp lately, but had trimmed them neatly earlier that day.
Resilience takes her time, first helping Astartion kick off his pants - once again folding them and placing them neatly on top of his shirt, much to his annoyance.
One hand dips down to caress his balls, and the other one runs up his thigh as she leans in and presses a soft kiss against the wet tip of his penis.
She looks up at him as she does, and sees clouded red eyes staring back down at her. She holds eye contact with him long enough to be sure that he’s present, before wrapping her lips around him, sucking on the head and lapping at the underside. She drags her tongue up the side to the slit, tasting him.
She expertly works his tip for a while, building up anticipation before taking more into her warm mouth. Astarion watches her, silent but for the shaking of his breath.
Hesitantly, he reaches a hand to her head, running fingers through her hair before coming to curl around her horn, loosely closing around the hard keratin.
From his hesitation, Resilience can tell it’s a question. She answers by smiling around his cock and nodding. She doesn’t typically allow clients to do this - but Astarion isn’t a client, and she isn’t a mark. Whatever they are, they’re both here simply because they want to be.
Astarion takes the permission to grip her horns, one in each hand. Resilience has little to no feeling in them, though many (mostly human men) had insisted in the past they must be an erogenous zone. She can feel the pressure in her scalp, though.
For a moment he simply holds them while she starts bobbing her head up and down, taking more of him into her mouth each time. After a short time, she feels his grip tighten experimentally, and she answers with another nod. He takes the invitation and tugs her down onto his cock, fucking shallowly into her mouth.
While he seeks his pleasure from her mouth, she moves a hand from his thigh to buttocks, giving it an appreciative squeeze before sliding a finger in between his cheeks to press gingerly at the tight muscle between.
She’s barely touched it before he’s bucking his hips into her face, and she feels his muscles tremble.
“Shit - Darling, I’m going to cum!” Astarion pulls her off his cock.
She looks up at him and tilts her head, before a devious smile spills across her lips. “Don’t you want to?”
His pupils are blown wide and his lips are raw. “Not yet! I want to see what you have in mind for me.”
“You think I can’t make you cum twice? I’m hurt.”
The vampire swallows and his eyes widen slightly. After a moment he says, “Continue, then.”
She does, swallowing him to the hilt with little difficulty. Her nose is pressed to his soft abdomen and his cock fills her throat. It’s been a while since she’s done this, and she almost regrets it as she pulls off of him and takes a gulp of air.
She steels herself and goes back in, gagging herself on his length. He does thrust then, meeting her bobbing head as he thrusts back into her tight throat, guiding her by the horns. She swallows him happily, keeping her blurry gaze transfixed on his face.
He throws his head back as he reaches his climax. He shakes more than ever, and his mouth opens, face blurring when he lets out a cry as he cums down her throat, sparing the clothes she still has on.
Astarion pulls out of her mouth, a trail of cum and spit connecting her lips to his shaft, shimmering in the light of glowing mushrooms. It breaks when Len leans back on her haunches, catching her breath. She swallows the cum and saliva pooling in her mouth. Her throat hurts, but the sounds he’d made are more than worth it.
The vampire takes a moment himself to lean against the cave wall, catching his breath. She watches him happily, feeling a rush of euphoria. This feels like so much more than a celebratory fuck after a night of partying.
Mushroomlight reflects off of his pale skin from where he leans against stone. He’s filled out a bit in the weeks she’s known him. When she’d met him, he had looked malnourished, skin gaunt and tight as if dehydrated. She’s not sure how nutrition works for vampires - though it is something she would love to study - but she can’t imagine his nutritional needs being met on a diet of rodents and insects. Regular meals have been good for him, he looks much healthier.
He’s a beautiful streak of white against the dark backdrop of the underdark.
“Oh, darling.” Astarion kneels down to her level and rubs his thumbs along the undersides of her eyes.
Oh. She covers her mouth and coughs. Her eyes are watering.
“Are you alright?”
She nods, giving Astarion’s palm a kiss before getting up and trotting over to the pack for a waterskin. She takes a couple of deep drinks from it, soothing her aching throat.
“Sorry.” She says finally. “It’s been a while since I’ve done that.”
Astarion is actually the first person in quite a long time that she’s slept with who isn’t paying for the privilege. She didn’t think she missed it - sex for the pleasure of it, or as a means to connect with another person. It’s nice, though. She’d forgotten.
The vampire laughs in disbelief. “If that’s your out-of-practice deepthroat, I can’t wait to see what it’s like when you’ve been practicing.”
Resilience smiles at the promise of more to come in the future and takes one last gulp of water. She wipes her mouth and eyes - her makeup is surely already ruined, lipstick all over Astarion’s now soft cock - but she tries to be careful of it anyway.
“If you’re ready to continue, I think it’s incredibly unfair that you’re still completely clothed.”
“I don’t need to be undressed for what we’re doing next,” she says, approaching him. “But I suppose I shouldn’t be so cruel as to deny you the privilege of seeing me.”
She presses a frustratingly chaste kiss against his lips as she slips her shift over her head, which she tosses on top of his clothing - no longer caring to fold. Underneath, she’s wearing blue stays, embellished with gold and silver embroidery, depicting arcane runes interwoven with simple florals. The runes were commissioned herself, based on the embroidery she used to do herself to add extra support, and keep the fabric clean. Her matching underwear is simpler, with just the floral embroidery.
“Gods, you’re beautiful.” Astarion sucks in a breath, eyes raking over her body.
Resilience loosens her stays, but Astarion helps her remove them entirely when she turns around to let him untie them, causing her heavy breasts to finally spill out.
He admires them for a moment, lifting them in his hands, running his palms over them and experimenting with the weight of them. He appreciates them, but doesn’t leer at them like Len is used to from men.
“Turn around.” She tells him, motioning to a large mushroom. “And bend over.”
“And take my eyes off you? This had better be worth it.” He sniffs, but does as he is told, bending over the sturdy fungus, giving her a view of his ass. She’s happy to see that it, too, has filled out since the vampire had started eating better.
“Gorgeous.” She whistles, taking in the sight.
Her knees hit soft moss as she kneels in front of his bottom, putting her hands on his cheeks and rubbing them with appreciation before pulling them apart to reveal him to her. His hole, his perineum, the way that his balls and still soft and lipstick-covered cock hang between his legs, it’s all beautiful to her. She loves seeing a man in this position, open to her.
Not open enough.
She kisses him right between the cheeks, lips compressing against puckered skin. She kisses him lovingly, like she would on the mouth, in a way that would be chaste were it his lips she was kissing.
She doesn’t keep it chaste, though, and flicks her tongue out to taste him. The man is pristine, always keeping himself clean, even on the road.
Resilience wants to fuck him so badly, she wants to fuck him stupid, but she needs to take her time with him. She needs to take him apart and put him back together again.
She licks more and more, the flat of her tongue pushing against his skin, and then in, with a determination as if she is looking for something. She rubs sweet circles with her thumbs on his hips as she eats him out. She holds him through every little shake and tremor as she feasts.
He’s quieter in bed than she had expected, but it makes it all the more satisfying to wring every moan and whimper out of him that she can.
When she finally comes up for air, she doesn’t leave him empty for long. Resilience moves her fingers gracefully, imaging them slick, until they are, casting a modified grease spell she’d created just for this purpose. She pushes a freshly manicured and lubricated finger into him. His hole gives in to her easily, greedily sucking her in.
She leaves a trail of lipstick marks down his spine and rests her head against him, cheek to cheek, savoring the fluttering of his muscles as she pushes a second finger inside of him.
“By the gods.” Astarion hisses when she scissors her fingers, gently stretching him open further. She takes her time with him, drinking in his soft sounds and the way his body flutters and shakes against her. She strokes his skin through it, pressing the occasional kiss to his soft thighs.
By the time she’s worked a third finger inside him, he lets out a groan of frustration. “For fuck’s sake, stop teasing me!”
Resilience nips the soft skin of his bottom, gently, but he isn’t the only one with sharp teeth. He jumps a bit, and she gives his ass a final thrust before withdrawing her fingers and wiping them on his silky thigh.
“Is it teasing if I intend to make good on it?”
“Yes.” Astarion grumbles.
The tiefling looks him over, from his heels that barely reach the ground in this position, up his toned legs to his hole, wet and open for her, begging not to be left alone.
She can tell from the way his back moves that he’s breathing deep. Her eyes study his scarred back, trying to make sense of it, not for the first time. It makes her uneasy, whatever greater purpose these serve. There’s little doubt in her mind that this is part of an infernal pact, but she can’t figure out anything beyond that.
For a moment, she’s surprised that he would bend over this way, baring his scars to her so vulnerably, physical proof of the pain he’s endured for centuries. Then she remembers that many people must have seen it in similar states through the years, and frowns before chasing that line of thinking away. She can too easily get caught up in discomfort with his past, and if she wants to make sure he’s grounded in the moment, she needs to be too.
She leans over him, running her fingers along his back, avoiding the scars at first. She yearns to touch them, wants him to know he is seen for every part of him, scars and all.
So she asks him, “May I touch your back?” Her fingers hover near the edge of the marred flesh.
He nods, and when she still doesn’t move he says, “Yes.”
She kisses him, lips brushing against raised flesh. She starts at the small of his back and kissed up his spine, finishing at his shoulders.
Resilience wants to look him in the eyes for this, so she gently grips his shoulders to help turn him around. She touches him like he’s porcelain, guiding him onto his back, so she can look down at his face.
His face is flushed a deep reed, courtesy of the duergar he had drained earlier. Their faces are close, inches from each other.
“You’re beautiful.” She tells him, running her thumb over his bottom lip.
His white lashes flutter against his skin and she smoothes her fingers across his cheekbones, feeling the skin beneath. It is flawless and uninterrupted except for that small mole she adores so much. It matches one of her own.
The vampire wets his lips as he stares back up at her through half lidded eyes, and his pupils are wide, almost completely black, rimmed with just a thin ring of red.
“And so are you,” He purrs, and pushes against her chest, “But you need to get to ravishing me.”
“I can do that.” She smiles, standing up straight so that she towers over him, wearing nothing but her lacy blue underwear. It’s the pair she’d been wearing when she was abducted, and had cast many mending spells on in the following weeks. Against the blue fabric, there’s an even darker blue spot where her arousal leaks through.
She pulls them down sensually, revealing herself fully to Astarion. Her labia and thighs are smeared with evidence of her arousal. It sticks to the hair there, wild now that she’s been on the road, with more pressing matters than keeping her body hair trimmed.
She closes her eyes for a moment, focusing on summoning what she needs. Her fingers pull at the weave around her.
When she opens her eyes again, she peers down at the man splayed beneath her, and there’s a glowing pink cock between her legs. Averagely sized, though she does indulge briefly in a fantasy of fucking the man with something much larger. Another time.
Astarion’s open and surprised mouth quickly turns into a grin. “You absolute genius.”
Len can’t help but preen a little, tilting her head back. She is a genius.
She reaches her hand down to curl around her magic cock, keeping her eyes trained on his as she does. Stroking the shaft causes a small moan to escape her lips - it’s always more sensitive than she expects it to be. She had really outdone herself with this spell. It’s not the first of its kind, of course, but to her knowledge it is the first to allow feeling.
“It’s a spell of my own creation.” She brags, dragging her fingers over the shaft again. “I can feel it as if it were my own flesh.”
“Fuck. Why is that so hot?”
She doesn’t answer him, instead gripping the back of his thighs and pulling them up and out, giving her a good look at him. Both ass and cock are flushed and wet, and his cock is hard again. She puts a knee on the mushroom, supporting Astarion with one thigh while she guides her cock towards his ass.
The tip bumps into him, catching on his rim. She puts gentle pressure on it, enough to tease but not penetrate, and lifts her eyes up to his face. He’s watching her with rapt attention.
“Do you want this?” She asks.
His eyes flicker from her face, to their coalescing bodies, and back to her with a glare. “Yes! You think I’d be here if I didn’t want to be?”
Resilience gently pets his skin. The answer isn’t good enough. “Tell me what you want.”
He looks at her with defiance. “I want you to fuck me already.” He says, keeping his voice steady, meeting her challenge.
She smiles, and practically bends him in half as she sinks inside, bending his legs far enough to allow her to kiss him. She’s never gotten used to the feeling of being inside someone, and she can’t get enough of it. He’s amazingly tight around her, but she slides in so perfectly, so easily.
Resilience pushes in until she bottoms out, and tries to sink even further, into his body, into his very being. She kisses him with the same desperation, as if they can truly become one this way.
The fronts of her thighs are flush against the back of his. She doesn’t move, pouring herself into the kiss and stilling her hips, to let him get used to the intrusion. It takes self control not to start fucking him, he feels so good, almost unnaturally so.
He bucks against her and pulls away from their kiss to tell her, “Fucking move, already!”
“As you wish.” She says, and she gives him what he wants.
His heels dig into her lower back as she moves, hips slapping into him with every thrust, until her thighs start to sting. The pain doesn’t slow her down, only spurs her on to rut into him more deeply.
He’s tight, and his body hugs her in every way, and draws her in again and again and again.
Resilience’s chest presses against his, arms tucked under his shoulders so he’s pulled tight against her. Her mind is hazy with lust and feeling.
Astarion is all that exists to her in this moment: the feeling of him around her projected member, the herbal scent of him, the feeling of his neck against her nose, and the way he pulls her into him, as if trying to draw her into his very being.
His groans and gasps are, for the most part, wordless, except when he manages to cry her name or beg her for more. She does her best to give it to him.
Her lover’s fingernails digging into her back are enough to ground her back in reality, they break her skin just enough.
She remembers to look him in the face, searching for him. He’s there, oh gods is he there.
“You’re doing so good for me, Star.” She huffs, rutting against him, petting his skin. “You fit me so well.”
She’s getting close, and she knows he is too from the way his breath quickens. She wants to reward him for being good for her, for being here with her. She tilts her neck and pulls his face to it, the raging veins underneath.
Immediately, there is a sharp pain as he accepts her invitation, sinking into her as surely as she’s sunk into him.
Her orgasm overtakes her just as he takes his first gulp of her blood, and her hips move and stutter frantically against him as she gasps. He follows after, moaning into her neck as his hips jerk and she feels his cum hit her belly.
As they both come down, she keeps weakly rocking herself into him, and he keeps drinking deeply of her.
She lets him take more blood than she usually allows, she can’t help but spoil him in the aftershocks of their pleasure. When her vision starts to fade, he stops, just as she is getting ready to push him off.
It takes a tremendous amount of effort, but she pushes herself up to look down at him. Her blood covers his chin, a line of it rolling down his jaw, and he licks it from his fangs. Looking down, they both notice that it’s also dripping down her chest - Astarion weakly cranes his neck to take her nipple into his mouth and suck the blood from it, before his head lands back down with a thump on the soft mushroom bed of theirs.
Resilience leans back and rests on her haunches, pulling her cock out of him before dispelling it with a flash of light. Her thighs are smeared with evidence of her own pleasure, and the both of them are a mess.
The vampire is beautiful, from the tips of his now red ears, to the mess she’s made of his lower half, it’s hard to tell what’s red from her lipstick and what’s red from the blood beneath his skin. He’s eaten well today.
“You’re beautiful.” She says, trailing a finger through cum on his belly before casting a quick prestidigitation spell to clean him.
“So you keep saying.” His voice is worn out, but the way he looks back at her mirrors her own admiration. “And yet there you are, towering over me and looking as divine as always, with your blood on display.” He mimics her motions and runs a finger through her blood, before sticking it in his mouth.
She cleans herself up with another spell, and helps her lover to his feet. It’s cold, she realizes, now that she does not have friction and body heat to keep her warm in the damp, earthen environment of the underdark.
After she pulls her sleeping gown on, she watches him as he partially dresses. She feels a tightness in her chest, thinking about going back to her tent alone, and it’s too cold to stay here.
“Come back to bed with me?” She asks, reaching out in invitation.
“That sounds nice, actually.” He says, taking her hand.
“You know, red suits you.” He remarks, vermillion eyes meeting hers.
“I have been appreciating red more as of late.” She says, kissing his chest, then his nose, and finally his lips. “I think we’ll have to go shopping when we get to Baldur’s Gate.”