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Ugh, morning already?” You protest silently to yourself as the sun cruelly creeps into your tent- intruding into your eyes and forcing you up with a well needed stretch. You slip on some clothes and make your way outside- seeing everyone else already at the prepared fire, greeting you as you approach them with an empty stomach as the smell of meat fills the air. “Ahh, good morning to you Tav- I hope you have slept well” Gale says with a warm smile, “yes thank you” you reciprocate the smile. You sit around the fire; Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Halsin, Shadowheart and Lae’zel joining you as they talk amongst themselves, including you at times. You can sense that something will need to be done today- either minor or major as Gale looks at you, waiting for you to acknowledge him. “Tav, we’re down on supplies- would you mind perhaps going to town and fetching more? Mainly more food and fabrics- I can accompany you if you wish” you politely shake your head, “that’s quite alright- mentioning this is enough, I will leave once I’m finished here”. You go back to your normal morning routine once you and the others have finished your meals, returning to your tent- freshening up and preparing to leave for town. You leave your tent- large satchels strapped around you, a long sleeve black blouse and brown pants. The others list off to you what is needed as you write it down- putting the now large list in your pocket and bid farewell to them as you begin to leave.
The morning sun still beats down on you as you walk calmly through it, feeling at ease as you continue down the path. You suddenly hear a large crack, as if by a stick or something wooden, completely breaking you from your trance of tranquility- you look around. You see nothing at first, listening carefully as you’re suddenly met by a small squirrel running across your feet. “Don’t scare people like that little thing” you joke to it as it runs off- you laugh it off, eventually continuing on the path. Every now and again, you hear the familiar cracks of sticks- however you just assume its more creatures and you play it off. After some time, you can faintly hear the sounds of civilisation once again- the smell of fresh bread and sounds of deals and coins hitting tables fill the air. You walk through the gates and see the hustle of city folk going about their day, not paying much attention to you. You pull out your list and make your way to the nearby stores for food, fabrics and special liquids for Gale. You’re not sure why, but there’s a lingering feeling in the back of your head- as if you’re being watched, you’ve felt like this for many months. You stand still for a moment, trying to get that sinking feeling out of you- it stirs in your mind, plaguing it for a long time, as if something… or someone has been with you unannounced and uninvited. “Ahh, isn’t it my favourite customer Tav- how are you my friend?” Says a merchant, getting you out of your weird trance- “are you alright Tav? You seem out of it today?” You shake your head, “oh… sorry. I’m alright, just tired” you realise that you were walking after a deep mental moment- not standing in the same place you were before. The feeling finally goes away once a familiar face, the meat man- that you have nicknamed him, speaks with you. You buy meat, bread and various potable liquids and special elixirs for Gale- the bustling aura of the city bringing you back to normal.
After getting everything on the list, your shoulders feel slightly weak as your satchels get heavy from the numerous supplies stuffed inside them. You notice that its just after midday now- you get tired, yawning and a growl in your stomach. “I think I have earned a little treat for me, everyone else has what they wanted- my turn” you say with a weary smile- making your way to a tavern that you’re quite familiar at. Seeing the large sign of the tavern, you open the doors and are greeted by more familiar faces. Feeling happy once again, you sit yourself down at a booth in the back- “on the house today Tav, you look tired” says a bartender extending to you a large frosty mug of lager. You sip nonchalantly, coolness of your icy brew giving you a wave of relaxation. You start to questioning to yourself again- why do I get these strange feelings? Why do I always feel like I’m being watched, who is making me feel this way? As if on queue, thee feeling comes back again and it makes you angry, but you keep it to yourself- not wanting to cause any issues. You see groups of various beings and creatures come and go in the tavern- eating, drinking and exchanging deals with one another, almost all of them you have seen before. Suddenly, the feeling returns- this time now hitting you like a hurricane and you feel extremely uneasy. “Oh no! Out elf! You come here too much now and haven’t paid a single bill! Get out… now!” You turn to see the bartender yelling at a man- all you can see is his pointy ears protruding from his curly, almost platinum looking hair. “Oh darling, now why would you want to kick me out? You know me and I most certainly know you” you hear the man speak- his voice gentle, yet somewhat charismatic. You see the bartender get more and more annoyed at the man- his patience running thin, you somehow feel bad for the stranger. You approach them both- the bartender slowly getting louder whilst the elf is collected. “Umm, I can pay the tab if you wish? I hate to see my favourite spot have a reputation of debt collectors” you say in a joking way to try diminishing the situation, “no Tav. You don’t know this one… he’s a menace” the man laughs, “a menace? Oh heavens darling- how uncouth of you”. You insist, “no, no its ok. Let’s keep the peace” you encourage the bartender to let you pay the tab- he eventually caves in. You give the bartender silver and gold coins, the elf eventually turns to face you so yo can finally see him. He looks at you- his piercing red eyes looking right into yours, he looks somehow otherworldly- as if he was from another time- that sinking feeling comes back once he looks at you. “My dear,” he smirks at you, “how ladylike of you. I must admit that I’m embarrassed to be the damsel in this situation” he stares at you for a moment, as if he was waiting for you to do something. You try to get that feeling out of your mind, “…its alight elf- happy to help someone when needed” he smirks again, only this time there’s something hidden in the smile- something almost sinister residing there. He places his hand on your shoulder, and you tense up slightly, “madam… I thank you” he says- his voice dripping with charm, “do you wish to accompany me whilst I am able to stay here?” He asks and you politely shake your head- not wanting to be there any longer. “No thank you sir, I best be off now” you say as his smirk is bigger, watching you walk out- once you do, that sinking feeling evaporates, but you don’t suspect anything.
You continue with the rest of your day- marking off your list, making sure you have gotten everything noted on there. After confirming with yourself, you start to exit the town- the gates slowly approaching you. The gates open up and you begin your trip back to camp- already feeling the weight of your satchels drooping on your shoulders. The walk back felt strange- stranger than most of the travels you have done recently as the elf stays in your mind, “I shouldn’t let good deeds get in the way of anything” you say- assuming that it was your kindness that made you feel off. The path slowly came to an end, seeing the familiar roar and crackle of your campfire. Your party welcomes you back as you slowly empty your bags- offering the goods to your companions. You see Wyll approach you- “ are you alright Tav? You seem lost in thought”, “ oh yes I’m ok. Just… typical fights in the city” you say with little confidence to try and avoid the subject. He shrugs it off, “I don’t believe you Tav, but I will not force it out of you if it makes you uncomfortable” he says with comfort as he slowly walks away. After a few hours, the sun begins to set on the horizon- the stars slowly filling the sky. The smell of food and crackles of the fire bring you back to reality as everyone begins to eat dinner with you- but the elf stays in your mind and you don’t know why. He plagued your mind, unable to get his face and voice out your mind- the danger in his eyes, the supernatural beauty of his face, the smoothness of his voice. The others begin to notice your quietness, trying to nicely ask you what’s wrong- you play it off to them, saying that you’re tired from the travel and you managed to convince them. After some time, the fire and conversations slowly go down- yawns filling the silence of the night. The party begin to retire to their tents, leaving you alone as you begin to dim out the fire, eventually making your way back to your own tent. You change into your pyjamas and roll into your blankets as the air suddenly gets cold, your fatigue finally distracting you from the thought of the elf. You eventually close your eyes, sleeping peacefully as the night grew colder and darker. You suddenly wake up, feeling that uneasiness yet again as the air felt unnaturally cold and still- your candle flickering weakly as you swear you can see a shadowy figure near your tent. You stay quiet for a moment, thinking it might just be one of your companions outside- but the figure doesn’t move or speak. Your heart starts to beat fast as you can feel your stomach tighten, getting that feeling again that you’re absolutely being watched- you slowly reach for one of your daggers, the sound of the sharp tip unsheathing from your holster fills the quietness. The figure bolts away as you start to stand up, you quickly run outside to see no one around- everyone’s tents closed and quiet, their snores and rustling of blankets inside them. You scan the area, but the darkness weakens your eyes- unable to see anything apart from the trees and the vastness of the night engulfing it.
You stand in the middle of the campground, dagger in hand- scoping the area almost like you’re going crazy. You stay there for a few minutes, looking out and seeing nothing at all, “I… I’m not going insane, am I? I KNOW someone was there” you whisper to yourself- “damn it!” You try to calm yourself down, you were incredibly tired after all, you shrug it off as just a weird, fatigued illusion. You stumble back to your tent, slouching on the ground- though you’re tired you can’t close your eyes. You force your eyes shut, trying to get that habitual feeling out of your mind- that elf mixed with the thought if someone was actually out there swirl deeply in your head. Despite the turmoil rummaging inside you, you eventually fall asleep- though you toss and turn as that chill returns to your tent again, but you manage to push through and sleep. Daytime finally creeps up again, the sunrises’ sharpness hitting your eyes and you wake up- “that was the weirdest dream ever… it was a dream, right?” You question yourself as you wearily stand up and make your way outside. You’re greeted yet again by your companions, noticing your appearance- “are you alright Tav?” Gale asks, “you like you didn’t get much sleep. And I couldn’t help but notice you late last night standing outside with your dagger. I wanted to say something, but I felt like you wanted to be alone… I’m not sure” he says a little confused. Your eyes open wide, “so it wasn’t a dream” you whisper to yourself, “Tav? What is it?”, you gulp- “no… well, I swore I saw a figure in front of my tent last night. I think I’m just seeing things, I haven’t slept well in quite some time- as if something lingers around me like a shadow”. Gale looks at you concerned, “I think you should come sit with us and eat, maybe even some coffee will help calm you down. I have sensed something in you lately- please don’t bottle up anything you’re feeling Tav, that’s why we’re here, we’re here for each other” he gives you a reassuring hand on your shoulder and you smile- the feeling instantly disappearing. You thank him, joining the others at the fire- the tender meat, the runny yolk and aroma of coffee waking you up. “I think I might go back to town today if that’s alright with you all. I just feel like being alone today” they all look at you understandingly, knowing that you haven’t really been yourself for a while. The party offer to clean up your things, allowing you to get ready to leave and you thank you tenderly. The sun is warm, but the breeze is particularly chilly, so you put warmer clothes on- a red, thick, long-sleeved blouse and thick black pants. You leave your tent, they go about their daily duties- some doing your tasks for you as you say goodbye and leave. “It might be early, but there’s a cold beer calling my name” you kid to yourself as your dry mouth distracts your mind- now fixated on having a drink. You approach the town gates, it creaks and groans as they open- inviting you inside and you’re actually happy to hear people argue with merchants and the screaming of prices in the air. You walk to the tavern- which has been your haven ever since that persistent feeling has been stuck in your mind. You slouch yourself at the bar, instead of your usual booth- “my god Tav. You look like you haven’t slept since the new year” you laugh, “tell me about it. I’ve been… odd lately, as I did yesterday- even you said I looked tired”. He slides over a frothy beer, “this one is on the house again- especially after you helped out with that elf. He’s been no good here, always chatting people up for free drinks” your eyes open slightly after he mentions the elf, freshly in your mind again. The liveliness of patrons, both sober and drunk, give some comfort to you- feeling somewhat normal at this point.
You suddenly shudder, despite wearing warm clothes you feel cold- “mmm, hello again darling”. Your eyes open wide, you slowly turn your head and see him- the elf standing next to you, smiling wickedly. He sits himself next to you, “if it isn’t my saviour. I had a feeling we would stumble upon each other again” he says with a smirk and that uncanny feeling comes back. You don’t say anything, blaming it on your fatigue- “my dear, you do look very tired. Did you sleep well?” He chuckles to himself, as if it was some inside joke to only him. “Im sorry sir, but I’m not really interested in talking right now, I in fact didn’t sleep well- and yesterday was a one time thing. I’m not paying for you again, so please” you gesture him to go away but he doesn’t move. He places his hand under his chin, looking at you up and down- smiling at you and feel slightly submissive in this moment. “…sir?” He doesn’t say anything, continuing to observe you, as if he was thinking to himself. You feel uneasy as he stares at you, his red eyes looking directly into your soul- “I’m sorry. Do we know each other?” You ask abruptly, trying to get him to speak, “ohh I don’t believe so darling. But after yesterday, its as if we’ve known each other for many months” he laughs again, and you know its another inside joke to himself. You find yourself lost in his eyes, “do you like what you see darling?” He says, his voice full of charisma and you shake your head, “uhh… sorry I’m just very tired”, “tired as if someone was keeping you awake” his smile big on his face and you look at him suspiciously- “…yes, exactly like that. Are you sure we don’t know each other?” You say a little annoyed, he stays calm- his smile trying to mesmerise you and you almost get lost in him. “Darling, I do not think so. Perhaps it was fate that brought us together again… Tav” you look at him apprehensively, “h-how do you know my name?” His smile stuck on his face, “well I remember the bartender calling you that- is that not your name darling?” That ridiculous inside joke face popping up again, as if he already knew your name. You stand up, “I must be going now!” You say suddenly, “leaving so soon my dear? I was enjoying this little chat” he winks and you feel your face go warm and his wicked smile returns. “Will I see you again my dear?”, “no. Please don’t speak with me again sir” you say with little confidence as you walk outside. All your suspicions never leave your mind, this elf has heightened that tormented feeling of being watched. “The audacity of that man!” You storm off, trying to find somewhere else to go. You get frustrated as he stays in your mind, his striking face and alluring voice giving you mixed feelings. You find yourself at a field sitting on the edge of town, the horizon vast with the ocean and the sub beating down on you. You plop yourself on the ground, the long blades of grass comforting you as it frolicked in the breeze- you find yourself closing your eyes. You manage to fall asleep as the quietness of the horizon aides you, but that cold feeling returns again after some time. You open your eyes and you’re greeted by the elf laying next to you- watching you sleep and you scream. “What are you doing here?!? Are you following me?!?” You shout in a fit of rage, he remains composed- “you forgot your satchel darling”, “You- what?” You say confused, “your satchel, you left it at the tavern. As a… gentleman I had to return it”. You question yourself, “I don’t remember bringing it with me-“, “well you’re obviously quite tired my dear- you must have taken it with you and not realised” he says in a flash. You recall your morning, “hmm, I must have…” you snatch it from his hands- “ok! You’ve given it back, now leave me alone elf!” He mockingly sighs, “ohh, but I was hoping to talk more”. You stand up, fire in your loins at the man- “I said to leave me alone! I told you yesterday was a one time thing sir-“, “my name is Astarion my dear” he says with confidence, “I don’t care! Leave me alone!” His smile leaves you frozen, as if he had some sort of spell on you. You eventually storm off, you look back to see he’s already disappeared, and you’re left dumbfounded- “what is his problem?!?” You yell, stomping back to camp- looking around for any trace of that elf, now known to you as Astarion.
That sinking feeling doesn’t leave at all, keeping you on edge as the path home felt longer. “Oh that bastard!” You say to yourself, “why must he be in my head?!?” You get more annoyed at yourself as his face is stuck in your mind- his mysterious look magnetising you, unable to deny that he had some inexplicable attractiveness about him. “Oh shut up Tav!” You think to yourself- noticing that the path is still long, never seeming to end. “Why can’t I get him out of my head?!?” You yell, wishing there was an explanation. You sigh with relief as you finally see camp in the distance, your feet picking up the pace as your campmates look at you with concern as they see you tread towards them. “My god Tav are you alright? You look as if you’ve ran for miles” Halsin, Gale, Wyll, Karlach, Shadowheart and Lae’Zel look at you worried, “yes- actually no I’m not. There was this elf… he was just so- UGH! Sorry, I’m ok- just argued with him you know” they look at you, somewhat in understanding- still troubled for you. You sit yourself next to the fire, still roaring mighty, seeing tea being made and you pour yourself a cup- its warmth giving you temporary comfort. You stay silent for the rest of the afternoon- still lost in thought about Astarion, begging him to get out of your head. You could sense that impeding feeling of being watched, thinking if it was him making you feel this way- he had coincidentally mentioned ‘as if knowing you for many months’. After a few cups of guzzled tea, you feel sleepy as the afternoon sun begins to set- you respectfully tell the others you won’t be joining them for dinner and getting an early sleep in and they all understandably let you. You immediately shuffle over to your tent, take your clothes off- not even caring that you’re naked, slide into your bed with your dagger close to you and instantly close your eyes. The late afternoon turns to night as the crispness of the cold air wakes you up, now dark around you- you look around, still feeling sleepy. You suddenly see another figure- this time in your tent, standing in the corner and you swear you’re not dreaming this time. Your fatigue fights hard with you- trying to keep your eyes open as the figure approaches you and you reach for your dagger, “shhh, not need for that my love” says a voice- velvety smooth was the voice as it somehow convinced you to put it down. “Is this… a dream?” You say weakly as the figure came closer, “…of course my dear- I’m… your guardian angel, let me take care of you” the voice said, getting close to you. The figure sits next to you, its silhouette towering you as you feel like it truly was a dream. It’s face gets closer to you, then you see that face- those red, penetrating eyes looking into yours. You open your eyes, ready to get up- but you’re pushed down by an incredible force. Astarion’s face hovered above yours, his smile colossally spread on his lips- you go to scream, but he covers your mouth with his hand. “Shhh darling, lets not wake the others. Let them dream too…” he laughs, now straddled on top of you as he looked at you with hunger in eyes. His free hand holding tightly onto your neck as he examined the exposed flesh- “I can hear your heart racing… I feel so touched my love” he says eloquently, his eyes never leaving yours. “You know I can’t leave you alone, not after that little mind of yours ticks- slowly figuring out the signs”.
You look at him confused, yet scared as you start to think on what he’s said. His grip on you tightens as his face sits so closely to yours, his curly tendrils brushing on your cheek. “Haven’t you felt… odd? Like walking around was a task? Like someone was hiding in the shadows- for days? Perhaps months?” He teases as his lips caressed your face, breathing in your scent. Your eyes open wide in pure horror as his words start to make sense- “ahh. I think someones figured it out. You don’t understand how long I’ve waited for this moment- I’ve wanted to claim you for a long time. But I waited patiently, waiting for the moment to strike. I tortured your mind for long enough”. His hand slowly loosens from your mouth, “if you scream or call for help, I’ll bite you now” you look at him puzzled- bite? He laughs at your implied innocence, he opens his mouth and shows his teeth to you- revealing pointy white fangs and you look at him frightened. “Not just some elf now am I? Im Astarion- the elven vampire… and I’ve declared you as mine- my property. I’ve felt you in my dreams and thoughts, your smell is intoxicating and you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve set my eyes on” you go to scream and holds his fangs against your neck- the tip of his fangs grazing against your skin and you gasp. “I love the sounds of you scared, makes me want you even more. I’ve held on for long enough- for months I’ve wanted to feast on you- body and soul, and to fuck you until you wanted nothing else but me”. Your breath hitches, his smile growing wider as he has you exactly where he wants you. “Oh my dear Tav. I know that I’m in your thoughts too, I’ve sensed it- being around for over 200 years, you learn how to perceive others. I know you want me” you say nothing, your breathing intensely coming out in a panic. He grips your hair in a tight bunch, his face grazing yours again- he pulls down your blanket and his eyes open in surprise- “my my darling. You knew I was coming, didn’t you?” He smirks as he sees your naked body, now covered in goosebumps. He watches you closely, his eyes not missing a single detail as his hands cup your breasts and you gasp- he holds your soft mounds roughly in his hands, his nails pinching your nipples as you gasp again. You, however, don’t protest against him or try to fight him off- as if that familiar spell was casted on you again. “As much as I’d love to stick my fingers inside you and make you scream my name- I’d rather not wake up your… friends” he lets go, his lips now close to your ear as he whispers to you. “If you really want this lingering feeling to leave your mind, then you’ll come see me tomorrow at the tavern. You’ll wait for me to arrive and I take you away- let me show you how a vampire claims their prey” his voice was dripping with sexual prowess. He gets off of you and stares at you, leaving you exposed and unfulfilled- “I know you’re a smart girl Tav. I shall see you tomorrow” he suddenly vanishes from the tent, leaving you alone and overwhelmed. You don’t sleep for hours, knowing that it wasn’t a dream. You now know why he’s plagued your mind, why that feeling of being watched has been there for months… its all because of him. The last few months of your life has been consumed by a vampiric elf and you didn’t know until now. You’re not sure if you’re relieved that you can explain that weird feeling, or scared that he’s trying to claim ownership of you. The stress swilling in your mind gets you tired and you’re surprised that you’re able to sleep after what you just experienced. You dream about Astarion, you dream about him having his way with you- calling out his name in ecstasy. You wake up in a sweat, yelling out as you see it’s now daytime- you sigh painfully. You sit there for a while, ever so slowly reaching for your clothes and you hesitate to walk outside- you know that someone will know somethings wrong.
After much debate, you finally walk outside- trying to put a smile on your face, you couldn’t explain that a vampire elf has been following you for months and finally revealed himself only a few days ago. They don’t notice anything as you slowly sip coffee- contemplating whether or not you’ll go on his offer. Was he really expecting you there? He spoke with such confidence, as if he knew you’ll be coming. The only thing in your mind is that if you see him- you can question him, get answers out of him. “My friends, I will not be joining you again this morning- I have… business to attend to” they look at you, “business?” Gale questions you, “yes. I’m feeling better today and I must see someone” they sense something off, but they know you’ve been fatigued lately and decide not to bother you with questions. Happy that they have agreed upon your decision- whether they understand your predicament or not, you get ready to leave. You contemplate more inside your tent- your mind fixated on if you should see him or not. You have the feeling that if you didn’t- he’d still find his way back to you. You rummage through your clothes, thinking about what would be appropriate to wear for… whatever this occasion would be called.
“If you don’t go… he’ll sneak his way back- whether or not I want him to. Though I, want to?” You say to yourself- finally coming to a decision. Before stepping out, you take a precaution- even if he was a heavenly looking man, he was a vampire nonetheless. You take a dagger, the very same you clutched to on your first nightly encounter with him, and put it in your trusty satchel. You step out and your camp mates look at you, “you’re dressed like that? For business?” Lae’Zel says unimpressed. You stand there- a long red silk blouse, supported by a stylish corset that say around your hips and a black flowing skirt that showed off enough of the curves of your legs. “I am. Even I have to dress to impress, and the business isn’t yours to make for me” she scoffs as you slowly turn to the path to town. The path seemed short narrow- as if it’s made itself a clear trip to town. You walk, your mind racing as to what’s going to happen. You know that you have to at least see him again, on your terms- he’s at least finally given you the choice to see him. You could sense him around with every step you made- and it makes you shudder thinking that he was the one giving you all this anxiety for all this time. You smell bread and fish faintly in the air, only it doesn’t put you at ease as it usually would. You see a merchant eyeing you and you scoff- making your way to the tavern.
You walk inside, not seeing Astarion around and you feel alright for the time being. You plop yourself at the bar- “what can I- Tav? You look quite the noblewoman today, how can I honour this newly established Tav?” You roll your eyes with a laugh, “not today thank you. I’m meeting someone here” he looks surprised at you, “THE Tav turning down beer- it truly is a new you”. You stare at the door for what seemed like ages- seeing no dignified pale man walk into it. “I think I might have a drink please” you change your mind as a frosty cup gets placed into your hands- taking it to your usual booth. Drinking it for courage, you finish it before he arrives- you wonder if he’ll actually show up. Waiting there patiently- a man, most likely drinking comes up to you. “Well hello there” his voice treads, clearly intoxicated, “did you dress up all nice for me sweetheart?” He laughs as you grimace. He comes closer, slouching next to you in the booth- “I asked you a question sweetheart” he touches your shoulder and you push him away. “Leave me alone” you say sternly and the man laughs, “you don’t know who you’re saying no to” he gets back up and tries to touch you again- “I said go away!” You suddenly see the man get pulled away, “I believe the lady said to leave her alone you hick”. You recognise the voice- Astarion has a strong grip on the man, the bartender watches as Astarion drags him and kicks him out the door. He rushes back to you, “my darling” he sits beside you, taking your hand gently, “I am so sorry. I should have been here earlier- I’m not usually late for an appointment” he kisses your hand and you feel nervous.
“Did he hurt you my darling?” You shake your head and he smiles with relief, “oh that’s good. I think this was a perfect example on needing someone strong to be next to you, to keep you safe and protect you from this dark and treacherous world”. He places a hand on your thigh, his thumb massaging you as he looks at you. “Did you embellish yourself with a corset just for me? You are full of surprises my love” his eyes scan every inch of you- taking you into his senses. His gaze is enough to make you blush a deep red as his smirk gets bigger by the second- “I have waited long enough my dear. I must have you- the only thing stopping me from taking you right now is all these patrons that would have a show. But I think that is something for another time” his lips brush against your ear- his voice low and gravely as you shudder. He stands up, extending his hand- “shall we leave? Or is there more men ready to take you away from me?” He laughs as you slowly put your hand into his- completely engulfing his large hand over yours. You both leave the tavern together, the sun warmly inviting you outside. “May I ask how a vampire can walk in the sun?” You ask a bit nervous, “well… I suppose I’m also full of surprises” you laugh with relief. He walks you to the outskirts of town, “where are going Astarion?”- “to my place darling- as much as I’d love to consummate on the ground here like the beast I can be, I think to save you from your own embarrassment- it’ll have to be somewhere indoors for the time being”.
He walks you far away from town, a castle slowly shows up in the horizon- “is… that where we’re going?” You ask surprised, “yes of course darling- Astarion doesn’t live in some small abode”. You both make your way towards the castle- he holds you close, especially when men walk past you, as if he’d already claimed you. You feel your heart beating fast as the silhouette of the castle gets bigger, “I can hear your heart racing already- I can’t wait to make it so fast when I indulge in that little neck of yours”. You feel your stride slowing down as his words make you weak in the knees, he laughs knowing that every little thing he does makes you nervous. After some time, you both stand in front of the large wooden doors that stood proudly against the castle- “this is my humble house my love- perhaps not mine at the start, let’s just say the last owner was… predisposed” he grins, opening the door and gesturing you inside. The dark exterior matches the inside perfectly- dark shades of red and purple elegantly grace the walls, lavish looking furniture decorating every inch of the place. His smug smile grew wide on his face as he watches you taking in the atmosphere before gesturing you to the stairs. “Up here my love is the next chapter in our newly discovered life- if you wish to continue?” His charisma was like something you haven’t seen before- it was alluring and spellbinding as you take a step up the stairs. “Now that you’ve said yes- you’ll be mine forever… nothing can make me leave now. I’ll be yours as you will mine” he says, taking you upstairs. He takes you to another door, golden embellishments paint it- he opens it, the creaking of the door filling the silence with anticipation. Adorn inside is a multitude of things- giving your eyes much to soak in. There’s a large four-postered bed that flows with sheer black drapes, a large mirror decorated with metal swirls and flora fixed on the ceiling above the bed, the walls covered with sophisticated paintings of nature and gold barred closets and tables. “Hmm, beautiful isn’t is?” Astarion’s says out loud, “oh yes it’s amazing- I’ve never seen such a room before” he grips your shoulders from behind, massaging them roughly- “I wasn’t talking about the room my dear” you gasp.
His grip is strong, his nails digging slightly into your skin and you wince quietly- “oh you’ll be so much louder shortly my darling” you feel your face go red as he lips brush against your neck, his breath warm. He pushes you forward, turning you around gracefully and sitting you down on the bed. His eyes glow as he stares at you, watching you fall under his gaze once again- “you know that there’s no turning back now Tav” he pushes you back onto the bed- pinning him under you. He pushes your head to the side, pressing it down hard against the mattress as his hand caresses your neck with his nails, “oh god your smell is irresistible- I can hear your blood flowing, how rapid your heart moves for me”. He starts kissing your neck, sucking hard and leaving hickies all over- you suddenly feel the sharp tip of his fangs gracing the skin of your neck. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment, how long I’ve wanted you as mine… to have you as my own and only mine” his fangs press down slightly as you gasp. “I want to hear you say yes. I want to hear you say that you’re mine and that I can have you as I seem fit- to feed off you right now… say it” he whispers as he teeth tease the skin of your neck. You groan, “I’m yours Astarion, to do whatever you want with me. To feed from me, to be anything you ask me to be” he laughs against your neck as his teeth finally sink into your neck.
As he bites you, you grip him tightly- the start of it all overwhelming you as the pain is immense as you feel his almighty bite he has on you. He moans as he holds you down- one hand pressing down your head and the other sinking his nails into your hip and you cry out. The pain eventually turns to pleasure as it the feeling topples over you like a brick wall- now giving into the moment as you also moan. You feel your energy slowly weakening as he continues to feast on you like a grand buffet. “You taste amazing my love- like an elixir I can’t stop drinking” he mumbles under his breath. His hand that sat so deeply on your hip slowly made its way down your body- reaching the one spot he was wanting to claim. He pulls up your skirt, leaving your bottom half exposed with only your underwear covering you. “Mmm, this is mine now. Say it- who own this?” He groans against your neck, making you shiver- “it’s yours Astarion” you say breathlessly. He starts applying pressure to the outside of your pussy- cupping it roughly- “say it again. Tell me that Astarion… that it’s for my eyes only” he stops sucking your neck- looking intensely into your eyes as his smile fills with sadism. You look at him- your face scarlet red, “…it’s yours- no one else can look at it-“ he interrupts you as his fingers tease the outside of your underwear and pressing against your clit. He groans happily in response as your slowly fall under his spell yet again, already caving in as his fingers slowly move your panties aside and cruelly, slowly sticks his fingers inside you. As he sticks his fingers in, he goes back to drinking from you- leaving you with a wave of ecstasy as the sensation of your energy being drained and his fingers thrusting inside you at the same time.
Astarion groans against your neck again as he hears you moan under his touch- already feeling so full from only his long, strong fingers. His name escapes your lips- “wishing I had come to speak with you earlier my darling” his voice dripping with lust as he proceeds to stick in another finger and your back arches- his teeth sinking again once more. After feeding for some time, you feel like your eyes are going to slowly close, Astarion laughs at you- “oh no… you must be awake for this my love” he stops feeding, licking his lips clean of your blood as he slowly moves down your body. He tosses you over, elegantly undoing the threads of your corset- feeling yourself loosening quite literally. He then pulls it off you, leaving you with just your underwear and shirt on. “Another mystery to unlock” he smirks as he slowly undoes each button- his eyes never leaving yours as you suddenly feel embarrassed again. With the last button undone, he rips it off like an animal and takes in your exposed body. He cups your breasts, moving your bra up to expose them- his nails squeeze your nipples hard and you groan from the pressure. Your hands grip his thighs, “I can’t have you squiring and grabbing me whenever you feel like my darling” he grabs your wrists with one hand, pinning you down more. He turns you around again- “hands behind your back” he orders as you do instantly. You hear the sound of unbuckling as you feel your wrists being tied together- the cool leather telling you that it’s a belt. You get back to reality as the tightness is strong, Astarion turns you onto your back again- now unable to use your arms and hands.
“I love seeing my prey squirm and scream for me like it was their only salvation… I AM your salvation my dear” his voice is low with a growl as he freely attacks your chest and hips with rough kisses and hickies. His fangs traced all over your chest, scratching the surface of your skin enough to make you shudder. His mouth graces the top of your underwear- “let’s see what I’ve been waiting all these months for” he laughs cruelly as he forces your hips up, ripping off your panties and tossing them to the side. He brings his face down towards your pussy. He teases his fangs above it, poking against the soft flesh as you feel the sensation of his fangs skimming against your skin. Without warning, he bites down on the flesh slightly above your pussy- keeping his mouth in place and you cry out from pain, pleasure and shock. His tongue starts to sadistically stroke and kiss your clit, his fangs in the skin enough to keep his tongue in the right place as he relentlessly flicks and sucks on your clit. His free hands hold onto your hips as you start to arch your back again, his nails digging into your skin. You cry out his name- his sharp fangs and tongue mercilessly attacking your clit as he growls- feeling his warm breath and gravelly groans vibrate against your sensitive skin.
You start to feel your legs shake and tense against him- signally that you’ll cum any moment. He picks up the pace, his tongue stroking up and down like a beast- his fangs still holding down on the soft, supple skin just above your clit as you. Your body arches more and your legs shake uncontrollably as you cum, feeling Astarion’s taking it all in his mouth and his swallow fills the silence. His teeth leave your skin and you groan loudly, his face coming back up to you- “you taste so delicious, like you’re medicine I need to survive”. He grips your chin, forcing your head up and he kisses you passionately, his thumb rubbing against your bite marks on your neck as you moan into his mouth. His hand suddenly goes down to your now incredibly sensitive area, barbarically rubbing your clit and you start to cry out again. He covers your mouth with his other hand, “you sound so sweet when you’re muffled- the desperation in your voice every time I touch you” he says with a mocking tone as he sticks his fingers back inside and you moan loudly into his hand.
He whispers into your ear, his breath hot against you- “when I let go of your mouth, you have to beg me to fuck you darling. Tell me how much you want my cock instead of my fingers”. He lets go of your mouth as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, you moan and cry out from pure bliss. He suddenly thrusts his fingers in faster, “I believe I told you to do something- do it” he orders as you try to get the words out. “Please! I need you to fuck me… I need you so badly Astarion! I can’t take it anymore” you cry breathlessly as he smiles. “Mmm, that’s a good girl” he continues to finger you with a tremendous speed, “who own this darling?” He asks with hidden wickedness in his voice- “it’s yours!”. Happy with your response, he sits himself up and slowly starts taking off his clothes. He takes off everything - not completely naked, his body ready sweating and glistening on pale skin and muscles. He pounces back onto the bed, grabbing your hand and placing it on his fiercely erect cock. Your face turns red as he holds you hand onto it, feeling its warmth and throbs against your hand- “do you see what you do to me? I’ve been this way for far too long- I finally get to take what’s mine” he says as he takes your hand away. His teases the tip as your now soaking entrance, pushing it all in slowly. Once he’s fully in, he moans out as you reciprocate. He leans down to you, his lips brushing against yours as he starts to thrust inside you- your hot breath on his face you cry out.
“Mmm, look up darling- look into the mirror and watch yourself enjoy it. See just how much of a little whore you are for me”. He forces you to look up at the mirror that hung above you, seeing the desperation in your face and watching him pound you senseless. He pushes your legs up and lays them on his shoulders, pinning you down further as he gets more access- feeling him deeper inside you. He kisses you as you whimper into his mouth, feeling every inch of him deep inside as your legs are forced down against your chest. “Ahh, you feel amazing” he growls, the sound of skin slapping hard and the wetness of you filling the room. You start to clench around him, feeling yourself ready to climax again- “you have to ask me to cum if you want to again” you groan under him- getting desperate. You hold onto his arms, gripping tightly as you beg him to let you cum again. “If you cum from my cock- that truly makes you mine” he moans against your lips as you sense that he’ll cum as well soon. “Yes! I’m yours- body and soul. Please can I cum” you cry desperately, “yes my love- do it for me”. Your stomach tightens and your legs shake on his shoulders as you cum hard again- his pounding still fast and you feel your body go tingly from the sensation. He grips your hair, strands in his fingers as you feel him cum inside you. With one final thrust, he pulls out- “clean it” he demands as you’re forced up, putting him into your mouth.
He moans as you take him in your mouth, sucking and swallowing his and your cum off of him. He eventually pulls him out of your mouth and falls onto the bed- the both of you panting. “Well… this is all yours now. You’ll never have to worry about anything ever again” he pulls you close, his charming voice back as he wraps his legs around yours and spoons you. “Tomorrow, if your legs don’t cave in” he smirks, “I’ll show you the truly dark side of what I can offer you- but I can sense you’re tired. I’ve had so much of you that I’m full” he mocks. You feel ecstatic, the fire in your loins burning and your body tingling with delight- yet you feel yourself getting tired. Your eyes slowly start to cave in, closing as you finally fall asleep. Astarion covers you with a blanket- watching and admiring you as you sleep peacefully. He watches you for hours, conjuring up the sick, sadistic plans he wanted to do with you. He imagines more leather, whips, chains and your full submission- a groan escapes his lips at the thought as you sleep.
You were now his- forever. He had planned it for months, keeping you on edge- even if you didn’t know it was him at first. But you continue to sleep, dreaming about him- having you in different ways, different positions that made you smile in your sleep. Your life had been changed forever- once you wake up, it’ll be the offical moment that he consummates your future with him.