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"My Master expects a show." Astarion murmured as he moved closer to the wood elf, his pale, lithe form a stark contrast against the other. He slowly slid his hands up the other- Halsin, he thought he had heard- chest, glancing back for a split second just to get a sense of where everyone was, and adjusted his form a bit, smiling up at Halsin. His eyes reflected none of his grin though, a sense of hollowness behind them.
"As does my Mistress." Halsin's voice was low, but somehow it still managed to hold that same hushed quality to it that Astarion's did. He brought his hands to Astarion's hips and gently squeezed them, feeling the way that the vampire's sharpened bones dug in slightly. "You are a vision, little vampire."
Astarion's smile turned into a cruelty tinged smirk for a moment, and then he placed both hands on Halsin's pectorals. With a firm push he flicked his gaze to the padding behind the larger elf, a clear sign for him to get on it. He clicked his tongue in approval and climbed into Halsin's lap, wrapping his arms around the other's neck and leaning in for a kiss, Halsin's hands coming up to return to their previous place on Astarion's hips, his thumbs stroking upwards to stroke the protruding ribs of his pale partner.
The kiss became deeper, Astarion's teeth gently nipping at Halsin's lower lip as he ground down. He fought back a small whimper of pleasure as the other's length brushed against his, muffling it by deepening the kiss for another moment or so. When he finally pulled back his lips were a tad more swollen, and Halsin was staring at him with a strange, almost... fond look in his eyes.
"Lift me," Astarion whispered, canting his hips a little bit to make it easier, the action subtle enough to be passed off as a desperate, needy grind of a vampiric whore. "Just get this over with."
Halsin leaned forward to kiss Astarion again, the hand that had been resting on his right hip coming up to gently stroke through silver curls. He shook his head the slightest bit, hiding the way the vampire's mask fell for a moment, lustful experience giving way to terrified irritation. "No, little vampire. We may be forced to do this, but I have been given no instruction to make it needlessly painful... and besides..." He leaned forward to whisper into Astarion's ear, the smaller elf shivering. "They will find it more amusing to hear your cries, and to see me stretching you around my hand."
Astarion's lips were slightly parted as he listened to the low tones of his unwanted partner, and he shivered again, pleasure pooling low in his stomach. Oh. Oh, he was that kind of partner. Well... it could be worse. And if he got punished for it later, well... he could always reminisce on laying with this oddly gentle drow slave.
"I am going to flip you now," Halsin murmured, placing both hands underneath Astarion and then flipping them both, laying the vampire down with an unseen gentleness on the pad provided. He easily slotted the other's thighs apart with his hand and palmed Astarion's cock, him squirming with a slight gasp as he did so. "You're doing so good, Astarion," He crooned, lowering his head down so he could nip at the tip of the vampire's ear, the action drawing a surprised, pleasured yelp from him.
Astarion squirmed as he was palmed and stroked, the warmth of the druid's skin working to bring him to hardness. He keened quietly and arched his back as he was brought to the edge embarrassingly quickly, his normal ploys and displays unwillingly thrown aside as Halsin brought him close, then stopped, waited for him to calm, and then began again. By the time he stopped Astarion was on the verge of sobbing, his hands clawing at Halsin's back and chest rising up to meet the other with a desperate need.
"Gods- Halsin, please- I need it, please-"
"You look beautiful, Astarion," Halsin crooned against Astarion's neck, having lowered himself to gently nuzzle the area and kiss it, carefully avoiding the bite marks on the other side. He trailed his fingers up to Astarion's tip and gathered the pre that he had coaxed out through his actions, the whimper and desperate little twitch it earning him something that he couldn't help but commit to memory. "The stars must look down with longing, for they are missing one of their own."
He gently lifted Astarion's leg and moved it so it was bent at the knee, then did the same with the other. The action gave him full access to Astarion's hole and Halsin began to push a single digit against it, coaxing at first but slowly applying pressure, until the area gave and he slid in till his first knuckle. He moved his fingers back and forth until Astarion was keening in pleasure, his back arching off the mat and drawing laughter from the gathered crowd.
Halsin quickly slid in a second finger, murmuring a nearly silent apology at the pained tint to the whine that came from Astarion's throat. He pushed them both in deep at the same moment he stroked Astarion's cock, the surge of pleasure having the vampire returning to moaning and digging his nails into his lover's back. "H-Halsin- fuck-"
The druid spread his fingers wide, the stretch drawing a choked noise from Astaron's throat for a moment before he managed to recover, his back arching in a way that was so clearly a performance to anyone who actually knew how to look. But, what mattered was pleasing the onlookers, of which Halsin could see his Mistress apart of. "I wish I could treat you as you deserve, little vampire," He whispered, pulling his digits out and sliding both of his hands underneath Astarion's back. He pulled him up until he was braced against his chest, Halsin's cock edging at the other man's hole. "My mistress grows impatient."
"'s- 's alright, just-" Astarion shivered as he adjusted himself a little bit, the brush of warm, slick flesh against his rear making him whimper. Gods, he wanted it. He had seen how big the druid was, and he had even gotten some foreplay so he was definitely interested- in the sense that if he was forced to do this, there could have been far worse partners. "Do it. Please."
The druid kissed Astarion one final time, using the moment to shift his thighs so the other would be better supported when he was lowered down. With a slight shift of the other man's leg it freed up Halsin's hand to support his cock as it began to push at Astarion's fluttering hole, the action drawing a hiss of pleasure from the druid, and a loud, high pitched cry from the vampire.
He cooed quietly, the noise practically indistinguishable from one he would make at an injured animal he sought to soothe. It was a bit strained though, as it was taking every bit of his will to not fuck up into the tight body of his lover, the foreplay he had engaged in only enough to keep him from immediately tearing upon penetration. Astarion's mewlings, choked out cries and the way his head was thrown back was not helping his quickly dwindling restraint and he growled, his magic fighting against the restraints placed upon it.
"In another life, in another time, I would spend hours teasing you, little star. I would have you under your namesake, have you crying out loud enough for your tones to be echoed by the mimicking birds come morning." He murmured into Astarion's ear, nuzzling against his chin for a moment as the vampire slid down another few inches. A quiet, broken sob came from the other's chest and he blinked away tears, one hand shakily coming forward to rest on his lower stomach. "I would have you feeling not a spark of pain as I take you, only overwhelming pleasure."
Astarion keened quietly, the noise different than any others he had made previously. This was a thin, pathetic little thing, his composure completely shattered by the druid. He tipped his head back, his silvery hair falling away from his face and revealing every pinched line of his features, of the way his lips were parted on an endless, useless gasp that melted into a shuddering moan as he finally reached the base of Halsin's cock, the massive length fully buried within him. He couldn't even rock his hips, the pressure too great.
"s- you're big, fuck- gods!" He couldn't even speak, every bit of his focus directed at not completely devolving into senseless pleadings. He shakily, weakly brought his arms up to wrap around Halsin's neck, only having to look down to see the slight bulge in his stomach. The bulge that was actively moving inside because Halsin was shifting his hips and gods , it felt so good. A weak, shuddering moan burst from his throat when Halsin lifted him up by his hips, drawn nearly completely off his partner's cock before being pushed back down.
Astarion's unneeded breath was pushed out of his chest with a burst, and he spasmed. The druid filled every inch of him, pleasure and the spark of pain from his rim being stretched not quite enough making him groan, his head falling forward to hide against Halsin's neck. He could hear the racing pulse underneath that sunkissed skin, smell the arousal and scent of something cold but underneath it was something that was undeniably Halsin.
He whimpered and gasped as he was moved to lay back down, his legs wrapping around Halsin's lower back and arms being coaxed into reaching up and grabbing onto the ropes that trailed near the tops of the bed, clearly meant for restraint but now used for stability. Halsin's cock shifted in him with each movement and he clung to the ropes, the harsh lengths rubbing painfully against his hands. "Uh- fuck- Halsin, Halsin please- 's so big-"
Halsin groaned as he drove into the vampire, the new angle having Astarion's already vise like grip on him seize. He trailed kisses down Astarion's neck, unable to reach much farther due to their size difference, so he quickly returned to kissing the underside of his lover's jaw, nipping at the lobe of his ear before switching to the other side. He didn't bite this area though, only kissing and occasionally trailing his tongue down.
"Gods, Astarion," Halsin growled out, the sound clearly coming from somewhere deeper than his humanoid form. He stilled his thrusting, his cock buried deep inside the squirming and lust addle vampire. "Hells. I want to change positions, little fang, I will need you to assist me." He began to withdraw, the vampire's legs tightening around him and drawing an unhappy whine. "Shh... on your hands and knees, little one."
Astarion's movements were jerky and uncoordinated as he moved to get onto his hands and knees, his weight supported on his elbows and his knees spread a little bit, stabilizing himself. The new angle had him presenting to the other, his rear moving in a way that could be interpreted as enticing. He whimpered as the new angle had him facing out to the crowd, forced to take in all their expressions, both of lust and a sense of betterment.
Halsin's gentle grip on his hips had him whimpering and leaning back into it, chasing the warmth that the druid provided. And gods, he was warm. He hadn't realized how warm he had felt with the druid's cock inside him until it was gone, the cold pit in his stomach carving at him. He whined quietly, pleadingly, looking back at the same moment that Halsin moved to sit on his knees, palming his cock and positioning it at the younger's hole again.
"Relax yourself, Astarion." Halsin crooned, his voice becoming a bit strained as his head pushed past the vampire's rim. Like this, he could watch as every inch slid into his pale lover, the noises he was making ones of pure, unfiltered lust. The collar around his neck felt suddenly very, very constrictive and he groaned, reaching up to tug at it. His flicked his gaze up to where his Mistress was suddenly close, her hand curling into his hair and wrenching his head back.
"I am growing bored. Amuse me." The short, cutting words were punctuated with nails digging into his scalp as she ripped harder at the druid's combed hair, drawing a pained groan from him. He slipped in another inch into the vampire, the other man having frozen in terror at the approach of Halsin's mistress. "Hurt him."
She released his hair with a final tug, Halsin gasping sharply at the sudden lack of pressure there. He bowed his head forward and nodded, his fingers still rubbing gentle circles onto the other's hips. He growled quietly and leaned forward until his lips were brushing Astarion's ear.
"I'm sorry, little one, I am so sorry." He murmured, just before he jerked his hips forward and roughly sheathed the rest of his cock within Astarion, the vampire underneath him bowing his back inwards with a cry. Astarion's head dropped forward and his limbs trembled as a sharp tinge of pain shot up his spine. Halsin slid one hand up till he was pressing against Astarion's lower stomach, then caressed upwards until his fingers were circling the other's nipple. "I'm sorry, please, try to relax."
Astarion whimpered quietly as his nipple was gently rolled, Halsin's warm digits tugging and pinching at it in a way that had him squirming. The tenseness that had been created by the proximity of the terrifying drow woman was making the previously enjoyable actions of his partner more painful than not, but at the same time... it was also familiar. He knew what to do in this scenario.
Or, at least he thought he did but then Halsin reached below him and gripped his cock and stroked upwards, the action causing Astarion to buck into it. He released a startled moan and lifted his head, his lips parted and fangs exposed as Halsin began to thrust again, his actions rougher in appearance but gentling just before their hips met.
"B-bite me- neck- Master likes it-" Astarion managed to stutter out after a few moments of this, his words just loud enough to catch the attention of the druid. He received an affirmative rumble and a pinch to his nipple in response, the action caused his cock to leak a little more pre into Halsin's hand. He tilted his head to the side and arched, his gaze catching his Master's for only a brief moment before a lap to the unmarred side of his neck drew his attention back. "Fuck!"
Halsin spent a few moments kissing the area, taking in the strange, cold scent of the vampire below him. He smelt of undeath, like all of his kind, but there was also something like citrus, that and some sort of alcohol. Brandy, maybe, Halsin had never been fond of most liquor. He murmured something inaudible just before he sank his teeth in, the being underneath him arching with a desperate cry.
Astarion's muscles spasmed around him as he immediately came from the sudden pressure on his neck, his cock jumping in Halsin's hand and spilling onto the sheet below. He dug his teeth in firmer, rolling his hips and then bringing Astarion up, until the other was being displayed to the party, his legs drawn up and supported with Halsin's hands underneath his knees. Astarion's cock was already hardening again as he was bounced, his eyes filling with tears as the other man continued. "Fuck- please, please- ah- ngh- Halsin, gods-"
With this new angle he couldn't fully sheath his cock inside the vampire but he was close enough that, at this moment, he didn't truly need too. He continued to bounce Astarion up and down his length, the desperate cries and mewls coming from the other's lips and the way he squeezed so tightly around him had him growling around the flesh between his teeth, sucking in a way that, on anyone else, would have left a dark bruise. When he finally pulled away there was a set of deep indentations in the younger's cold skin, a set of markings that made something... primal inside of Halsin swell.
"I am going to fill you, little fang," He purred, feeling his magic swell beneath his skin, calling for him to shift forms and embrace what was most attuned to him, but it was prohibited. He growled quietly and then bent Astarion back over the bed again, driving into him with enough force to have the boy squirming and crying out, but even to those passing by they would be able to tell they were noises of unfiltered pleasure. Babbled pleads and sobs were escaping the other's lips as he pushed back against Halsin, his hands fisted into the thin sheets underneath them both.
"Please- please, gods, please, I need you- please, I need it, please-" Astarion's voice was raising in both pitch and volume as he was worked towards his second orgasm, his untouched cock bobbing against his stomach. He whined sharply as he felt a hand wrap around his throat, the grip just light enough to not strangle as it was used to pull him up a little, causing the pressure inside him to increase. He sobbed as he felt Halsin's cock drive deep, deep inside, warmth covering his back and heating him from the inside out. "Please, please I need- I want to feel you, I need it, please- please, gods, I need it!"
The laughter and mocking tones of the crowd around were lost on him as Halsin shifted his grip so he could bite down once again on Astarion's neck, his teeth meeting the marks he had left there earlier. That was the vampire's final tipping point and he screamed, spasming and bucking against Halsin, sobbing as he came again, cum dripping onto the sheets underneath him.
Halsin growled against Astarion's neck in a way that was far more animalistic than human as he pressed his hips flush against the vampire's rear. His cock twitched, once, twice, before he spilled inside the other, instincts urging him to knot and keep his spend inside. Astarion's exhausted, desperate little cries would raise in pitch at each stuttered movement of Halsin's hips.
Halsin panted against Astarion's neck and brought his hand down to shakily, but gently, stroke up and down his sternum. He couldn't show much care, even in such a delicate moment such as this, but he refused to leave Astarion with a rough touch as their potential last memory together.
He flinched a little bit when he felt a hand curl back into his hair, the scent hitting him a moment later. He crooned quietly and managed to leave one final kiss on the back of Astarion's neck before he started to withdraw, the vampire collapsing onto the sheets below with a bit of white already starting to seep from red, wrecked hole. He hissed quietly at the cool air hitting his bare cock as he stood up, his own legs a bit shaky.
"Your performance was acceptable, pet," His mistress spoke, moving her grip from his hair to his chin, forcing his mouth open and bringing him down to her level, her height about a heads worth shorter than he. "Barely. Against the wall, take your place." She released his chin and he spared only one more moment to look at where Astarion was sprawled on the sheets, clearly still recovering from their coupling. "Now."
"Yes Mistress." He murmured, tearing his gaze away from the other. With a slight grimace he walked over to the wall where the other slaves were chained, their wrists held above their heads and legs spread, face towards the wall. A couple of them were crying, blood or spend dripping down their body. He settled himself next to the newest one, a human who had wandered into his Mistress' territory and been caught, allowing his thigh to press against theirs as he got into a similar position. Just because his Mistress favored his cock did not mean he was immune from other uses, as she so liked to remind him.
He supposed it was a mercy, in this way. This way, he could only hear when Astarion began to moan again, this time ones of pain rather than pleasure, the slapping of skin and distressed keens starting up not even moments later.
But... perhaps it was his wishful imagination, his budding desires, but he swore he could hear a low cry of 'Halsin' come from those pretty lips at a particularly pleasured groan.