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IX
"This is our guest, Gale of Waterdeep. He will be staying with us," Cazador announced.
Astarion suppressed a shiver. Even he had heard the gossip regarding the wizard. He was often called the Mad Chosen in hushed whispers. Once a prodigy, and, if rumors could be believed, a lover of the goddess Mystra, he'd lost it all in an unspecified accident. They said he muttered to himself constantly and that his temper was as headstrong as his magic.
Based on what Astarion saw in front of him, everything seemed to be true.
Gale of Waterdeep could be considered a handsome man but his paranoid eyes were wide and darted about, lips constantly moving like he was talking under his breath. A purple tattoo marked his skin, a strange circle with wisps coming off of it, one of which stretched to his left eye.
"As a token of my appreciation, you may choose one of the spawn to keep you company," Cazador offered.
Gale's eyes suddenly honed in on Astarion.
"That one," his surprisingly rich baritone voice murmured.
"Astarion," Cazador smirked. "He is the most beautiful of them all, is he not? It's hardly surprising you desire the little star. You may do as you like with him. He does make the sweetest…" Cazador grinned before continuing, "sounds."
"Astarion, hmmm, yes," Gale said before going back to his apparently unstable state.
"Everyone but Astarion may go," Cazador commanded. The others quickly fled before Cazador stood in front of him.
"You will obey Gale unless it contradicts my orders," Cazador hissed. "Do not disappoint me."
Cazador turned back to Gale, putting on his host facade once again.
"Gale of Waterdeep, please make yourself at home. One of the servants will show you to your quarters. Astarion, please accompany our esteemed guest."
Astarion dutifully followed Gale, resigned to his newfound fate. The guest chambers were only used for lavish parties where the spawn were entertainment. He expected that he wouldn't make better memories this time around.
As soon as the servant left, Astarion undressed and crawled onto the bed. He put on his best bedroom face and stroked his cock while leering at Gale. He'd disassociate soon enough.
Gale licked his lips, watching Astarion with rapt interest. He approached the bed, still fully clothed, and reached out, almost at war with himself if he should touch Astarion or not. Astarion was able to hear some of Gale's ramblings this close.
"It's been so long, too long since I've touched, since I've—I could use disguise self and make you in the image of her, spear you like it's her cunt but you're so exquisite, gods, you were made to ruin men, how could I change perfection—"
He went on and on, not stopping for a moment before deciding to strip once Astarion bent and lifted his legs to expose his hole. Astarion had been with wordy folks before, but nothing like this.
He smelled a shift in the air and soon a surprisingly lubed cock was nudging at his hole. Letting out a breath he didn't need, Astarion relaxed so that Gale could enter him. He assumed that this would be over fairly quickly. Once Gale fully sheathed himself inside and started moving, Astarion automatically moaned and writhed so that he could let his mind float away while his body was being used.
A slap across his face brought him back to sudden awareness.
"No," Gale growled.
"S-sorry?" Astarion gasped in shock.
"You're miles away," he huffed while still fucking Astarion. "How can you be mine when you think of other things?"
Dread settled over Astarion. He'd never fucked a wizard before; Cazador always said to steer clear of them. Was he reading his mind?
"Yes," Gale answered for him. "You can't hide from me. I will know what you're truly thinking. I don't want you to lie to me if we're going to be together." Gale nearly pulled all the way out before harshly shoving his cock back in. "And we're going to be together, forever."
In a stupor, Astarion stayed present while Gale chased his climax, too terrified to do or think anything otherwise. With a loud grunt, Gale finished inside Astarion before reaching down to pump Astarion's cock. By some miracle, he was able to let go long enough to spill between their bodies.
Gale gently pulled out and lovingly kissed Astarion.
"Mine," he said between kisses. "All mine. My love. My Astarion."
VIII
Astarion couldn't say how it happened, but the more time he spent with Gale, the more he found the wizard endearing. Sure, he raved and ranted to no one in particular (except he could swear that he called the blight in his chest Karsus) but it made him all the more charming. He was a generous lover in bed, to the point that he paid 10,000 gold to anyone who could find him a pendant of lesser restoration. Once he gained twelve of them, he stopped collecting them.
"Why?" Astarion asked after another bout of fantastic sex.
"One for every hour I'm awake. Us humans need eight hours of sleep and I intend to ravish you the other twelve."
And ravish him he did. Gale awakened parts of Astarion he didn't know existed. After all the torture he endured, he couldn't imagine that he'd enjoy pain with sex. But with Gale, he found that he wanted the pain. Craved it. More often than not, he found himself chained to the bed, crying out in ecstasy while Gale brought him to unending pleasure with whips, knives, hells, even tentacles before fucking him senseless.
The times that Gale had to leave their bedroom to work with Cazador were the most tortuous hours of his life. If he didn't know any better, he'd think he was falling for the man.
Yet sometimes doubt crept in. If Gale was away longer than expected, Astarion could swear that his mind was being scrambled. He was sure that Gale was poking around in there; no, he knew he was. He once confirmed it, stating that he used mind reading but only to make sure that Astarion felt comfortable. Gale said he'd do anything to help undo Astarion's past trauma and that peering into his mind was the unfortunate price. Astarion reassured him it was worth it. He not sure if it's true.
Before more nagging thoughts could seize him, the door opened. It felt like a wave of relief washed over him once the wizard was in his sight again. He smiled at his love and was met with a beaming grin in return.
VII
"I won't be gone long, my love," Gale assured Astarion, brushing his thumb over his cheek. "It'll be a tenday at most."
"I'll eagerly wait your return," Astarion murmured before Gale pulled him into a fierce kiss.
"I love you," Gale said. He turned to Cazador and pointed at Astarion "Remember, he is mine alone." Cazador's lips twitched as he gave a curt nod but he said nothing. Satisfied, Gale left the vampire's palace.
With barely contained rage, Cazador sneered at Astarion moments after the door shut. "You'll resume your duties tonight. Now get out of my sight."
VI
It was the eighth night after Gale left on his secretive mission and Astarion was still internally a fucking mess. His mind constantly warred with itself, his thoughts constantly bouncing: he loved Gale, he was cheating on Gale by force and it was agonizing, Gale was messing with his mind, Gale was manipulating him to think it was love and abusing him. Around and around his thoughts ran while he seduced unsuspecting victims and brought them back to Cazador. He couldn't bear to be with another man, so he only lured women.
Tonight he was at Fraygo's Flophouse, fucking a woman doggy-style when he smelled the air shift. Before he could react, he heard a familiar voice utter unfamiliar words. The woman writhing on his cock turned to ash, coating the bed in grey dust.
Astarion opened his mouth to scream but found himself fully paralyzed.
"He promised you were mine! Mine! And now you're tainted with the filth of others," Gale raged.
Unable to turn his eyes, he could hear Gale pacing around the room while continuing to rant, voice going more manic by the minute.
"I have to purge you, my love. You must be clean."
Terrified, Astarion didn't know what Gale meant. He couldn't see what Gale grabbed before he leaned down.
"I'll get that whore's mark off you. Off of everyone who's used you."
If his vocal chords hadn't been frozen, Astarion would've screamed loud enough for the entire flophouse to hear as Gale sliced his cock off. He could feel the small amount of blood in his body seep out of him. In his periphery, he could tell Gale threw something into the fire. The smell of burnt flesh confirmed it was his most intimate part going up in flames.
"My hole, my mouth, my cock, mine!" Gale roared.
Astarion heard Gale fumble with his robes after he disappeared from sight. Still unable to move, his mind panicked when he felt Gale spread his cheeks.
"Mine," Gale shoved his dry cock into Astarion. He couldn't feel the familiar grease that Gale usually conjured. It was incredibly painful, his hole tearing as Gale rammed into his paralyzed body, fucking him as if to stake a claim.
"Did they take you, too? Should I cut out your prostate so that it's new and just for me? No, I bet that you used your neglected cock on everyone. Did you want to top so badly that you only took those who wanted to be a hole for you? I would've let you taken me. You should've told me. Why didn't you tell me? Don't you love me? I'll ride your perfect pale cock." Gale continued raving the entire time he brutally fucked Astarion.
It was a special sort of hell with Gale precisely hitting his prostate while suffering through the pain of a missing cock. Even Cazador hadn't sunken this low in all his torture. Could he even cum out of his exposed urethra? He didn't want to find out. In that moment, Astarion was positive he wasn't into pain during sex. He wasn't sure if he ever was.
When Gale grunted and spilled inside him, Astarion was relieved that he didn't have to find out. Whatever spell he was under faltered the second that Gale came, falling forward onto the bed full of ash and blood. Gale muttered more incantations and felt the grime leave him.
Astarion whimpered as Gale pulled him upright and in a flash found himself at Cazador's palace, naked and mutilated. Astarion couldn't look down; he didn't want to see himself. His woozy eyes focused on the men in front of him.
"I told you he was mine!" Gale seethed. "Mine alone!"
Cazador looked over Astarion with disinterest before turning to Gale. "He is my spawn and has a job to do. Your infatuation doesn't stop his role."
"Then find a different wizard to help you complete your ritual. I'm sure another one with my powers will appear in about a millennia or so, if you can wait that long."
The two men glared at each other with contempt, a hair's breath away from a fight.
"Fine," Cazador relented angrily. "He can remain your whore alone."
"We're not done. I need him to be able to drink my blood."
"Eager for his cock to regenerate, wizard?" he scoffed. "If you're the one that cut it off, which I suspect you are, I'm skeptical of your forward-thinking skills."
"I can always leave," Gale threatened.
Cazador growled, an angry retort on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he sniffed deeply and a cruel smile formed on his lips.
"No need. Astarion, thou shalt not drink of the blood of thinking creatures except for Gale of Waterdeep."
Gale bowed his head. "Thank you. I will take my leave for the night, but know that my task is complete. It is up to you to uphold your end of the bargain."
Cazador's grin grew wider. "I will personally see that it is done. Until tomorrow."
In a haze, Gale dragged Astarion back to their room.
"I'm sorry, my love, I'm sorry. Here, drink from me. Let my blood heal you," Gale said as he laid Astarion down next to him on the bed, angling his head so that he had easy access to his neck.
Groaning, Astarion mouthed at Gale's skin before piercing it. Gushing blood poured into his mouth and for a moment, he was deliriously happy. Then the taste hit him and he jerked back, coughing and spitting the gross substance out of his mouth. Gale tasted wrong. It was like drinking a bottle of acid but somehow worse.
"What in the hells is wrong with your blood?" Astarion croaked.
"Drink from me," Gale commanded with a cold voice.
The compulsion forced Astarion back to Gale's neck and he drank the hideous blood down all while his brain screamed at him to expel the poison from his body. Eventually Gale told him to stop and he pulled back.
"Trance now, my love. You'll feel better once you wake. I love you. I love you…"
Astarion closed his eyes, unwilling to continue to face the horrors plaguing his mind.
V
Astarion couldn't believe that the woman he bedded last night was married. Her husband found them in a jealous rage and cut Astarion's dick off! Who does that? Luckily Gale had just returned and rescued Astarion. Cazador let him drink Gale's blood to heal faster, even if it was foul.
His newly regenerated member now had the privilege of Gale bouncing on it. Gale said that he was remiss to never feel Astarion inside of him and appalled that it took such an incident to realize it.
Astarion didn't really have a preference either way, but watching the human riding him was certainly addicting. He hoped that Gale would let him do it again, especially since Cazador relieved him of his hunting duties.
IV
It had taken weeks for knifeplay to return to the table. Gale thoroughly enjoyed it but Astarion was nervous because of the horrid incident involving his cock. Plus, in the throes of passion, the knife accidentally slipped and gave him even more scars on his back.
Or so Gale said.
After one last tryst with the knife, Gale promised those days were at an end. He knew how scared it made Astarion and even with his help, he couldn't overcome the discomfort. Luckily it didn't seem to bother Gale. Astarion still felt strange about having Gale lovingly touch his scars after sex, but he always whispered promises of being together forever.
III
Whatever Gale and Cazador were planning, it was soon coming to fruition. Gale told Astarion in bits and pieces about how Mystra wronged him, how she gave him a spell to summon a knife that would plunge into his orb and cause it to explode, and how Karsus gave him a new magic and a new purpose.
"Is Karsus the purple tattoo?" Astarion finally asked after one of the rare times he fucked Gale.
"The orb," Gale corrected.
Astarion traced the orb with his fingertips. "This orb is Karsus?"
"Yes. And one day soon we'll be gods."
Of course, his mad ramblings still didn't make sense. He'd talk about ascension, rites, a crown, and the insane idea that both of them would become gods, but Astarion couldn't glean any further information than that.
In the meantime, they continued to fuck like rabbits. Gale was as insatiable as he was the first day they met, the only reprieves still being when Gale slept or had to work with Cazador. His brain was addled from passionate sex with the love of his life.
II
Astarion came out of the trance feeling different than usual. It was happening more often over the last month. He couldn't put a finger on what was happening, but it seemed like his mind was clearer. Sharper.
"Good evening, my love." Gale's voice was thick with sleep, waking when he felt Astarion shift.
"Are you even awake?" Astarion teased.
"Mmmm." Gale moved so that his hard cock rutted against Astarion's hip. "In one way," he remarked.
Astarion laughed before pulling the wizard on top of him, kissing him senseless. He laid back and saw Gale's warm, brown eyes gazing at him with adoration.
"I love you," Astarion breathed. It was the first time he said it. He meant it, too.
Gale sucked in a breath, eyes wide with shock. "You do?" his voice trembled.
"I do," Astarion replied with certainty.
"Oh Astarion," Gale's voice cracked as he smiled, fingers tracing Astarion's face. "My love, my universe, I love you too. I'll always love you."
Gale kissed him sweetly before it turned hungry. Soon enough Astarion was speared on Gale's cock, both moaning and declaring their love before climaxing nearly in tandem.
Gale settled next to Astarion after he pulled out, stroking his hair while murmuring in his ear.
"Mine, my love, my love who chose me, finally chose me, my love loves me, he's mine, mine forever."
I
"Today's the day," Gale whispered, bringing Astarion out of his trance. "Tonight we ascend."
Astarion still didn't understand what that meant, but Gale was happy and therefore so was he.
They made love several times before preparing to go to the ascension room (wherever that was was).
There was an elevator in Cazador's office, one that the spawn never knew about. Astarion and Gale descended themselves since Gale told him that Cazador had taken the other spawn down earlier. He was shocked to see hundreds, possibly thousands of eyes staring back at them from behind cages.
"What the hells?" Astarion gasped in horror.
"It will all be revealed soon," Gale answered, beckoning them forward.
They came to a staircase that lead down to a dais. The other six spawn were shirtless and raised by glowing chains on platforms that surrounded the center where Cazador stood.
"Gale?" Astarion turned to his love, eyes wide with fear.
"Don't worry, my love. Play along. You'll be saved," Gale whispered before tugging him down the stairs.
"So good of you to join us," Cazador spat. "We have ten minutes before the ritual must begin."
"And I intend to use those ten minutes how I see fit," Gale rumbled. "You're taking away the love of my life, so I'm allowed one last wish."
"Fine. Do as you please." Cazador waved them off and spoke to his personal necromancer.
The other spawn were screaming in anguish, yelling at Cazador and Gale for diminishing them to mere spell components.
"Is that true?" Astarion asked in a panic.
"It is for them," Gale conceded. "But not you. Trust me." Gale began taking off his clothes. "Come, my love, let us have this last moment together."
Astarion stood stock still. What was Gale doing?
"Astarion. Strip," Gale commanded.
His hands moved before his brain caught up. Was it always like this? Were his thoughts really his own?
Gale laid down on the dais, summoning some grease to stroke his cock to full hardness.
Wizards were incredibly powerful. He knew that they had unfathomably powerful spells at their disposal. Did that include ones that messed with minds?
"Don't be afraid, my love," Gale soothingly said.
Astarion's hands trembled as he removed the last of his clothes. He knew Gale could read his mind if he wanted to. Oh gods, what could he do?
Gale reached his hand out for Astarion, beckoning him. Those warm, brown eyes bore into his. Was it all a lie? Did he actually love that man in front of him?
"Astarion?" Gale warily asked, eyes narrowed.
Adopting a smile, Astarion sauntered over and straddled Gale.
"I trust you," Astarion lied before lining himself up and sinking down on Gale.
The wizard's eyes fluttered shut, groaning as Astarion languidly moved his hips. Gale's mouth moved and he felt calmness and love wash over him.
He rode his love, adoration poring from their lips as they fucked for the last time on the cold floor. The sounds of the other spawn and Cazador faded away while seeking pleasure with each other. He wants it to last forever, he wants to come immediately. Gale's cock finds Astarion's prostate with practiced precision. It only takes a few more thrusts before Astarion spurts all over Gale's chest, completely untouched.
Gale grips Astarion's hips and pounds into him, chanting "Mine" repeatedly until his rhythm falters. He empties himself into Astarion with a long moan.
With Gale's climax, Astarion feels his mind return to him. He sees it's all a lie.
Before Gale can realize his mistake, Astarion makes one last plea to the gods.
Astarion reaches his right hand up and prays to Mystra for the knife that can detonate the orb. He instantly feels the weight of a summoned dagger and wraps his fingers around the hilt.
With a loud cry and Gale's cock still buried inside of him, Astarion twists his hand and plunges the blade into the orb. Stabbed, the orb shrieks and emits a blinding light that illuminates every inch of the dark underground.
And then, nothing.