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Sitting on a log at the river’s edge, you look at the water in your own reflection in the moonlight. At this point it’d been some time since you and Astarion had decided to become a “thing” and though he struggled with affection at times, lust came very easy to him. It was twisting your mind as well, as much as your other camp compatriots shuddered to make use of the tadpole, Astarion had no such pretentions, and did he absolutely make use of it. Mostly to tease you, it’s like he wanted to mold you into his little plaything.
You tried to resist at first, knowing he didn’t mean any *true* harm. At least you think so, when you fished back into his mind, you saw no true ill intent. The bastard just liked fucking with people.
You could feel him peeping into your brain, especially when he even caught the hint of arousal, which was easy when he could sense your heartbeat so easily. Though, you noticed lately, he tended to slip lascivious thoughts into your mind when you least expected it. Sitting down at camp, haplessly chomping down on an apple, or right after a long battle had finished and you were tired from the adrenaline finally leaving your system.
That’s when he loved to strike the most, sending a flurry of memories of your own face while he ravaged you. Him whispering in your ear about how lovely you looked underneath him, your own moans. The worst part about the tadpole is that you could even pick up emotions at times from shared memories. You could feel the glee he felt in knowing he had complete control of you.
*Flashback to a few nights before*
You showed up at his tent, preparing to offer your neck once again, lest he feel weak before a day of battle. Though he looked a bit different tonight, more… mischievous. You couldn’t really figure out what he had in his plans for you, you could pry into his mind, but you felt a bit tired and figured you’d just let him talk.
”So I was doing just a bit of reading, borrowed one of Gale’s endless tomes you know.” Astarion, who loved talking with his hands, suddenly had both of his hands suspiciously absent in his spirited speech. “And while you are my precious morsel, I do realize I should do more to… care for you. I thought we could… try something.”
You put your hands on your hips suspiciously, “What is this… something?”
“I’d like to… tie you up. Just a bit, to help your circulation.” Astarion couldn’t help but smile, bringing out the rope and lacing it between his fingers, fiddling in anticipation for your answer.
”If you try and kill me, I’ll make sure to wake up the entire camp.” Though you had been officially together for a few days, Karlach’s words of warning about Astarion echoed through your perked elf ears.
”I wouldn’t dream of it. Though, if you’d like to make enough noise to disturb everyone in ways besides deathly battle, I’m not opposed to it.” He pulled the rope taught between his pale hands with a twinkle in his ruby eyes. He really wanted to tie you up.
“Alright, but any funny business and it’s a firebolt to your heart.” You laid down on a plush blanket in the tent in the flickering light of an oil lamp. “How is this going to work exactly?”
”Well first you’ll need to take off your robes, we need the rope to be firmly against the skin, just enough to increase circulation to certain parts, while not cutting off circulation entirely in others.” Kneeling next to you he gently but quickly disrobed you, noticing that you weren’t wearing any underwear.
”Hoping to get lucky tonight, my pet?” He smirked, trailing his hand up your thigh while he kissed your tummy.
You rolled your eyes at him trying to hide a smile, ”It was cold and my undergarments failed to dry in time more like.”
He gently positioned you, with the book open beside him, intently focused. It’s rare that you saw him ever so focused, and you studied his lovely face in the candlelight as he wrapped the rope around your wrists, hips, thighs, torso. The rope itself was plush and soft, but firm. It didn’t cut against your skin, he had to have paid a pretty piece of gold for it. Or stolen it somehow.
He made sure to slip his fingers underneath each loop methodically, making sure to check for any inconsistencies. Before you knew it, you were completely bound, you wriggled around, but he’d actually managed to do a fantastic job.
He peered over at the book and mumbled something to himself. You rested your bound wrists above your head and rolled over to your side, facing away from him, remembering how naked you were and feeling vulnerable.
Like a cat, he slinks over on top of you, smiling from ear to ear. “You look like a pastry from one of the finest shops in Baldur’s Gate, wrapped up just for me to enjoy.”
You rolled over to your side you turn away from him into a pillow, further embarrassed and hoping he didn’t notice you getting turned on. “I thought this was to help my circulation, not for you to get your rocks off Astarion.” You debated playing into his game, and knew if you did, it would only entice him more. Your pouting smile betrayed you though as he laid you back and lightly caressed your face with a tender touch.
”Don’t lie to me.” His fangs bared himself to you as he laughed. He could see your nipples getting hard just from the thought and firmly grasped your soft breast. “You’re about as transparent as I am.”
You stayed silent without a rebuttal, and hoped he didn’t notice the stickiness growing between your legs, instead wriggling about in your bondage. Astarion ran a hand through his hair admiring your face, distracted with thought. “You know, I really *could* do whatever I wanted to you in this state.”
”B-Bite me” You stuttered out. “That’s why we did this r-right?”
Before you could even get another thought in Astarion had his fangs buried in your neck, sucking out the blood. You moaned loudly, unable to contain the mix of pain and pleasure as he took his free hand over your mouth, muffling your cry. You couldn’t contain how horny you felt and started rubbing your thighs together the best you could in the bondage, you would soon start to drip. Your breathing soon became shallow and quick as carnal desire quickly took over your brain.
Astarion chucked under his breath feeling you squirm under him as he lapped up your blood with animal like hunger. As you could feel yourself start to fade just a bit, he stopped suddenly. He finished by licking up what blood remained on your neck, and kissing the rest of your neck, as if to reward you for a job well done.
“We don’t have to stop…” You quivered to him demurely, afraid to admit how much you desperately wanted him to continue.
”I mean I don’t have to, but, of course, I only act with consent around my pet.” His pale face lit up with lascivious delight. He lowered his head and whispered into your ear. “Begging would suffice enough.”
A loud clang of metal and screaming interrupted the intimate moment as an arrow got stuck in the tent’s fabric.
”Fuck.” Astarion looked up annoyed, it looks like camp couldn’t just stay peaceful one night.
*flashback over*