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“Where’s Astarion?”
You notice a keen lack of the pale elf’s presence as your recently formed group of companions begins setting up camp for the night. Joined together by the strings of fate and the Ilithid’s parasite, you’re grateful to not be alone in this endeavor, but you can’t help but be weary of this group of strangers, and especially of that vampiric rouge elf who has lingered in your mind ever since you let him sink those fangs of his into your neck last night.
Shadowheart, the cleric with questionable convictions and an even more questionable artifact, points north into the forest surrounding your small camp. “He said he wasn’t feeling well after ‘roughing it for so long’ and went to bathe in the creak north. Strange considering he already bathed just a few hours ago,” she remarks, a flash of annoyance flickering across your parasitic link. In some ways, you’re grateful for that tadpole in your head. A people pleaser at heart, you’ve grown accustomed to using the faint emotional energies in other’s pheromones to help guide your interactions since your secondary gender as an alpha presented. Without that bug in your brain, you’d feel a bit lost in this group full of betas.
You look to the sky, quickly growing dark, and the forest surrounding the camp, quiet but unfamiliar and decidedly dangerous. As if reading your mind, Wyll, the righteous and seemingly well-intentioned warlock, sneers, “Regardless of his ‘discomfort,’ it’s much too dangerous to go out this late on his own, especially so close to the goblin camp.” Even without the tadpole, his disdain is palpable.
“I agree. I’ll head out to find him. I’m sure we can handle anything that arises out there, so you two go on and rest,” you say, rising from your spot at the campfire and heading toward the forest north of camp.
Shadowheart, who just finished setting up her bedroll near the fire, scoffs lightly, “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Looking back once to ensure all is well at camp, you begin your trek into the forest. Luckily, the creak is close, and you know the way well, having also bathed there just recently. However, as you approach the water, your stomach sinks as the air becomes increasingly dense with pheromones: an omega is in heat. And, in spite of yourself, your body reacts, quickly.
I need to find Astarion and fast. Such intense pheromones are sure to draw in unwanted attention, and it would be a pain if we’re caught in the middle. You shake your head, working to maintain composure, and begin searching the area for a familiar pale elf. And there’s no harm in trying to locate the omega while you’re at it. To keep your distance, of course.
Sitting in the creak some meters away, you see a familiar figure hunched over in waist deep water. The more you look, the more obvious it all becomes: him leaving camp so suddenly to rest in the cold water, the area overwhelmed with pheromones, his body visibly blushed as he curls in on himself. Astarion is in heat.
You slowly begin to approach the opposite edge of the stream where he sits. Sensing your presence, Astarion’s body jolts as he abruptly turns to face you, cheeks flushed with heat and eyes red and weepy. “Y-You… You’re…” He looks at you, first with shock and then with anger. “What are you doing here? How did you know?! If you come any closer to me, I swear I’ll-” Astarion reaches for his dagger, usually kept securely at his waist, but all he meets is bare flesh and water. Suddenly acutely aware of his predicament, he looks over at his clothes chaotically spread next to you on the shore. “Dammit. How could I—ahh..” Another wave of heat suddenly courses through his body; his sentence cut short by a shallow moan as his body lurches in on itself and his killing intent decidedly disrupted as he begins to fold into himself once more. Through willpower alone, he looks up to glare at you with gleaming red eyes. “You stay away from me, you pretend hero. Don’t think this condition will keep me from draining you dry.” Despite the harshness of his words, you can feel his body ache for you, that tadpole connection betraying him.
His response is not unwarranted. Although Astarion seems surprisingly ill adept at handling his heat, despite being a vampire over 200 years old, secondary genders are common in this world, and the inhumane treatment of omegas at the hands of alphas has been both frequent and well-known, especially prior to the development of heat and pheromone suppressant magic. You’ve seen firsthand the suffering alphas have inflicted under the excuse of “nature.” Because of this, you remain steadfast in your conviction to be “one of the good one.” So, you’ve stayed passive in romantic and sexual relationships, never approaching others first, always maintaining a level head and polite demeanor regardless of whatever feelings rage inside.
And yet… Maybe it’s the night air thick with his pheromones or the way the moon light ripples across the gentle river water, but you find that harsh look in his cold red eyes enticingly beautiful and unbelievably erotic. Despite your best efforts, once again, you feel your already stiff cock harden and ache within your thin pants. Astarion notices too. “You pervert…” he spits. However, his desire for you is as palpable as yours for him, felt through both his pheromones and the Ilithid tadpole connecting his consciousness to yours. A desire that had already been festering at you both, now given an excuse to be free.
He needs my help, and it’s my responsibility to help a party member in need. Any sense of hesitation or rejection, and I’ll leave. You sigh, out of either relief or reluctance, or more likely a combination of both, and with a forwardness previously unknown, you slowly begin to undress, briefly locking eyes with Astarion. You hear his breath hitch as looks at you, wordless.
“It’s dangerous to be spraying your pheromones all over like this, you know? What if someone or something else were to find you instead? When we get back to camp, we can find something to help you suppress it, but you need to calm down first.” Taken aback by your own boldness, you fold your clothes neatly and place them on a boulder, a stark contrast to the other belongings thrown about the riverbank. While Astarion’s nakedness is hidden by the dark waters that flow across his waist, you stand fully exposed, your firm body and cock, already achingly hard and dripping with precum, illuminated by the moonlight. Astarion remains quiet still, as though enraptured by your body, as you slowly step into the shallow water.
“Astarion, if you tell me to stop, I will stop.” You take a step closer. “If you tell me to leave, I will leave.” Another step. “And if you decide to go forward, I can’t say we’ll ever be able to go back to the way it was before.” You face each other now, less than a foot apart, heat radiating off your two bodies. He stands completely still, so you continue to move in, faces almost touching, and can feel Astarion’s erection flutters, rippling the water, and presses against you slightly, a motion that makes him gasp lightly. Leaning in, feeling his hot breath against your lips, you ask, “So, what do you say?”
Astarion closes the distance between you too, wrapping his arms tightly around your neck, his kiss eager and hungry. You pull him further into you, gripping the back of his neck and wrapping an arm around the small of his back, moving your hips to grind your two shafts against one another. The water makes the motion smooth, soft and stimulating. Astarion breath hitches as you into the move your hand down his back and ass, before lifting him to straddle your waist and carrying him onto the riverbank.
As you gently lay him in the grass, you take a moment to admire the man’s body before you. Noticing his red cock, rubbed raw, you lean in, licking and sucking along his neck and ear. “How many times did you try to take care of it before I arrived?” you ask, gently gripping him.
Astarion lets out a low whine as you touch his already overly sensitive skin. “F-four…” he responds, grinding his hips so his cock moves inside your stable palm. You trace your fingertips down from his pelvis before gripping his inner thighs and spreading his legs to reveal his hot, wet core.
“While I’m mostly dry, you’re still dripping.” You move to kiss him as you begin gently teasing around his entrance with one hand. Astarion lets out a moan as you begin slowing prying him open with one finger. He takes your finger with less resistance than you’d anticipated. Clicking your tongue, you pull back to look at him, “Hm, eager, are we?”
“Ah well, I did say I was working at it before you arrived. Hurry up. I’m ready, you can enter,” he responds, arms wrapped around your neck. As you begin to slowly, gently breach his hole with your cock, Astarion licks up your neck and wraps his legs around your waist, pulling you into him. You let out a soft gasp, and Astarion flashes a seductive smirk. “Don’t be so gentle. I’m not going to break,” he says, before nipping at your neck with his fangs and licking the blood that leaks out.
Without another word, you pull yourself out of him almost completely before ramming back in, rough and deep. Astarion’s breath hitches in his throat as you curve his hips up to drive yourself deeper. With each thrust, he lets out loud, sharp moans, seemingly unconcerned for your other party members that rest not too far away. “That’s it, alpha. Be good and give me what I want.”
Astarion’s praise unleashes an animalistic drive in you, something you’ve only ever experienced deep in rut. You pull out of him, leaving him whining at your abrupt exit, before roughly flipping him on to his stomach. Astarion looks at you over his shoulder with a smirk, red eyes glistening in the moonlight. “Well, looks like there is an alpha hidden under that polite demeanor after all. I was beginning to think you-”
His teasing cut short as you thrust into him again. His entrance is smooth and slick as you roughly drive into his ass, and your brain feels fuzzy from the heat. At this point, the area is so completely encompassed by your own pheromones that it’s unlikely you’ll have to worry about any other alphas interrupting.
“Fuck,” Astarion moans, “That’s it. Give it to me, alpha.” You wrap a rough hand around his waist, griping his already sore cock in response. Astarion flinches at the sensation. “Wait- That’s too-” His words get lost as you begin fucking him from both ends, and you feel him begin to clench around you; he’s close. You pick up the pace, fucking him faster, harder. His moans become whimpers as you stroke him through orgasm, the pulsing of his hole around you pushing you over the edge. Before you can sober up and know better, you continue to thrust into him, filling him with thick, hot cum.
Slumping over slightly, you let out a breath and content hum, peering at the pristine pale neck in front of you, thinking you should’ve bit into it when you had the chance. “Excuse me, if you’re finished, I’d appreciate if you’d get off of me now.” You jolt up, embarrassed that you allowed yourself to relax with your dick still inside his cum-filled ass.
“Ah shit, right. Sorry, my bad.” You scramble off of him quickly, suddenly feeling awkwardness amidst your post-nut clarity. Astarion adjusts as well, lazily leaning back on his elbows in the grass, knees bent, his skin still slightly flushed from early. His nonchalance makes you all of the more conscious of your own demeanor, a faint blush arising, hiding among your own post-sex flush. Whether by intuition or Ilithid insight, Astarion notices your eyeing and adjusts once more, opening his legs and allowing you a perfect view of his cock, still glistening at half-mast, and his hole, red and raw and leaking with your cum. Feeling a heat begin to rise again in your abdomen, you turn away from him, unwittingly closing your eyes. Even without the tadpole link, you can feel Astarion’s content smirk as he watches you. “Do you need anything for your heat or for… that?” you ask, nodding your head toward him. “Uh… sorry for that, by the way.”
Astarion scoffs at the gesture. “How sweet,” he says, sarcasm dripping off each syllable. “But no, I’m fine.” He turns away from you. “I took heat suppressive herbs before you got here, just took them some time to kick in. Wash up, and then we’ll head back to camp.”
Unsure of what else to say, you nod and murmur quietly as you both reenter the creak once again. You wash in silence, back turned toward one another, the air thick with awkward tension. As you exit the creak and begin to redress, you hear Astarion call to you. “Oh, alpha?” his tone is sugary sweet and hits you like an electric current to the spine. You turn to face him once more, telling yourself that you’re playing it cool. “I know you said I could come to you for feeding, but what if I’m faced with another hunger, can I come to you as well?” he asks with a small smile, like he already knows the answer.
“Yeah, of course,” you respond, smirking back at him as well. “Anything to help a party member in need.”