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No Saints Here - Art by Lola Vagabonde

The camp was silent, the night air cool and crisp. But Tav didn't want to be cooled. She was sick of being cooled. 

She stormed out of her tent. Well... her and Wyll's tent. She hadn't set up a solo one in several days. She wrapped her arms around herself, even though it wasn't fairly cold. She glared up at the stars, as if they were somehow to blame. Frustration boiled in her chest. Six weeks on the road with the group. Four of them with Wyll. Four weeks, and he still didn't get her. Still didn't learn her body enough to—

“You’ll have a trench dug by sunrise at this rate,” came a voice from the darkness.

She almost tripped as she spun around. And there sat Astarion. Lounging by the fire, a book in his lap. His red eyes glinted in the blazing firelight, silver hair coiling effortlessly. As perfect as an angel.

As if he could be described as anything other than a devil. 

“I didn’t think anyone else was awake,” Tav said, trying to steady her breath quickly. She didn't have time for the vampire and his usual tricks. 

“And yet, here I am. Vampires aren’t much for sleep, darling.” He studied her. “Now, what’s got our fearless leader storming about like a bull?”

She shook her head and resumed pacing. “It’s nothing. Go back to your scheming.”

“Darling, my scheming can wait. You look about ready to burst into flames.” He snapped his book shut, leaning in with a smirk. “Go on, then. Misery does adore an audience.”

Tav huffed and started toward the forest, hoping the cool air might clear her head. Maybe a walk, or a dip in the lake—

“Let me guess,” Astarion drawled from behind her, lazily amused. “Our ever-gallant warlock has done something to ruffle your feathers. Am I close?”

“Just forget it,” she muttered, picking up her pace.

As if by magic, he appeared in front of her. His hands clasped neatly behind his back, eyes glinting. “You’re practically humming with frustration. Unmet needs, perhaps?”

Her cheeks burned. “I’m not—this isn’t—” 

How could he know?

Astarion circled her. “You’re practically radiating unfulfilled desires.”

Tav turned away, embarrassed. “Astarion, please.” She didn’t want to discuss this with him—or anyone.

“Please what?” He smirked, leaning in closer. “Please stop? Or please keep going?”

Tav nearly clamped her hands over his mouth. “Keep your voice down!”

Then, just as smoothly, he pushed her touch away, his grin softened, voice dipping into something almost kind. “Oh, don’t pout. I’m only teasing. If you need a willing ear, I’m right here.”

Tav sighed, the fight seeping out of her. She retreated and sank onto a log near the fire, accepting the bottle of wine he offered. The first swig was long, the burn grounding her. “It’s nothing,” she muttered, wiping her mouth. “Just me being selfish.”

Astarion settled beside her. “You? Selfish? Hardly. Though, I suppose spending too much time with him might have that effect.”

She shot him a glare, unamused. Astarion didn’t like Wyll, but he didn’t like anyone, really—maybe her, on rare occasions.

“He just…ugh, I can’t talk to you about this.”

Astarion lifted the wine to her lips again, and she took another sip. And another. Gods, she wanted to drown her sorrows tonight. 

“How often does he leave you wanting?” he asked, voice soft, almost conspiratorial.

“How did you know?”

“You keep fidgeting. If he’d made you come once or twice like a normal partner, you wouldn’t be this tense.”

He took the wine back and Tav groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I cannot believe I’m having this conversation.” Her female needs were none of his business. 

“Does he leave you wanting often?”

Tav swallowed, the guilt churning in her stomach. She exhaled sharply. “He…he fell asleep.”

Astarion’s laughter was rich and delighted. Tav snatched the wine back, taking a long swig. “You better not tell anyone.”

“Oh, please.” He waved a dismissive hand. “This is too delicious to share. But really, our gallant Wyll, falling asleep midway? Tragic.”

She sighed. “He’s wonderful in so many ways," she admitted. "But when it comes to intimacy…he just doesn’t quite get it.”

Wyll's kindness was something only a fool could ignore. That first night... by the fire... when everyone else was asleep. He'd asked her to dance after a night of drinking, and she’d accepted. When he’d eventually asked for a kiss, she’d given it. Suddenly, something had changed in his expression. He had looked hopeful, painstakingly so. And she had pulled away. When he had looked so sad at the rejection, she relented. The next night, he’d asked her on a proper date, and she hadn’t the heart to refuse. Not when the nights were so lonely.

The first time he touched her, it had felt nice... at first. It had been so long since she had felt anyone’s hands on her that even the smallest touch had sent sparks through her veins. But then his rhythm faltered, his thrusts erratic. Her body had cooled, and she had lost the tempo. And then he had finished—and fallen asleep. He hadn’t even asked if she had come. The next time he tried, he had pressed his fingers against her, clumsy and hopeful. It hadn’t worked. It never worked. And she never faked it, either.

But what boiled her blood was the fact that Wyll knew. He knew she hadn’t finished, and still, he had simply gone to sleep. Like it didn’t matter. She would never do that to him. Never take her own pleasure and leave him wanting.

Astarion’s voice cut through her thoughts. “How unfortunate.” Tav snorted and drank more wine. “Perhaps…I could be of some assistance?”

Tav looked at him, stunned. “What?”

Astarion leaned in. She was reminded how earth-shatteringly gorgeous he was. “You need release. I need something to occupy my time. And I do have an impressive repertoire…”

Her breath caught.

“Unless you’d rather trudge back to your tent and spend another night wanting?”

Tav looked away. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, but I am. Such a shame to let you go to waste.” He said it with a long look from her legs to her flushed face.

She shook her head. “I…I’m with Wyll.”

Astarion only watched her.

“I could never do that to him. He’s too…good.”

He shrugged, like none of it mattered. “Yes, yes, the noble Blade of Frontiers—so devoted, so honorable. But tell me, darling, how devoted can he be if you’re still left wanting?”

Tav stiffened. Her hand tightened around the bottle. “That’s not fair.”

“It is, though.” He moved a little closer. Their legs touched. “Why should you be the one to go without?” The fire threw shadows across his face. It made him look... sharp. Not soft, not safe. And why was he pushing so hard? What did he want from her? “Desire shouldn’t be a punishment, darling. And look at you... so loyal, and yet so unsatisfied."

She bit down on the inside of her cheek. She didn’t answer. But he saw it anyway—the pause, the breath she held a second too long.

“Tell me something,” he said quietly. “Has anyone ever worshipped you? Made you forget your name from a single touch?”

She crossed her legs, far too quickly for it to be casual.

Astarion hummed, low in his throat. “No?” A small, almost pitying sound. “What a shame.” His hand brushed her arm. Light, but electric. “I could show you. Ruin you in the most exquisite way.”

She blinked hard. “You don’t even like me.”

He laughed. “Sweet girl,” he said. “You think that matters?” He leaned in, close enough she could feel the words against her skin. “Liking is overrated. I’ve been adored without ever being loved, and look how well I turned out. Liking isn't the point. Wanting is."

Fingers grazed her collarbone. She didn’t move. “And gods, do I want you.”

Tav hesitated, completely shocked at his admission. It didn't make sense why he wanted her, why he was pulling on the charm she knew he had mastered. She always assumed he seduced for personal gain. What did he gain from her? She was nothing. 

He pulled back just a little. Just enough to look her in the eye. Then he tilted her chin up. “Be honest with me,” he said. “You’d rather go back to your tent aching, just because you think I have to like you first?”

She shouldn’t fall for it. She knew he was capable of breaking her apart and putting her back together again. But... gods, no one had ever looked at her the way he was. It wasn't fair. All her life she had wanted love. But it didn't feel right with Wyll... did it?

“I—” She let out a shaky breath, reaching for something—anything—to ground her. “I shouldn’t—”

“Oh, love. Why not?”

She met his eyes. Big mistake. They were red, endless. Full of things she shouldn’t want but did.

“Tell me,” he said, voice just a whisper, mouth inches from hers. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her heart thudded so hard it hurt. She should say yes. She should. The fire cracked behind them, but the heat in her chest wasn’t from that. It was him. His voice, his smell, his cold fingers brushing against her skin.

“I could make this easy for you,” he said. His mouth was so close. “You wouldn’t have to do a thing.”

Her breath stuttered. Her fingers twitched.

“All you’d need to do…” he breathed, “is open those pretty legs for me…”

She trembled. Hard.

“Just lean back…”

Tav bit her lip.

“And let me have you.”

And that was it. With a sharp breath, she grabbed his collar and kissed him hard. He groaned—deep and hungry—and it wrecked her. His hands were everywhere at once, one in her hair, the other pulling her flush to him.

Gods. He kissed her like he’d been waiting forever. Like he needed it to breathe. His lips moved against hers, insistent, his fangs grazing her bottom lip—she whimpered. Astarion hummed deep in his chest.

Next thing she knew, she was on her back. The firelight danced over him as he hovered, lips swollen, eyes wild. “There we go,” he muttered, breathless. Then he was kissing her again—harder, deeper, tongue sliding against hers, hands all over. Her waist. Her back. Her thighs. She was burning alive.

His cold fingers found skin under her shirt, light as air but it made her whole body shudder. “Cold?” he asked, grinning like he knew exactly what he was doing. “Or is it something else?”

Tav gave another shiver, and he pressed his hips to hers, just enough to make her gasp.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he said, kissing down her jaw. “I need to feel you.”

Tav squeezed her eyes shut. Tried to think. To remember why she shouldn’t. But with his mouth on her neck, his hands moving like she was the only thing that existed—

She stopped caring.

Except.

There was a rustling nearby. 

Tav scrambled out from under Astarion and stood, panting, as her worst fears clawed their way forward.

The flap of Wyll’s tent rustled, and he stepped into view, rubbing his eyes. His gaze swept the camp and landed on them by the fire. “Tav?” he asked, his voice hoarse with sleep as he approached.

She wiped at her lips, trying to appear composed. Astarion, of course, remained infuriatingly calm, reclining on his elbows with a lazy smirk.

“Tav?” Wyll asked again, concern already creeping in. “Is everything alright?”

She swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming. But then—relief. He didn’t look suspicious, just groggy and confused.

Before she could answer, Astarion cut in. “I woke her,” he said, smooth as silk. “I needed to feed.”

Wyll’s brows pulled together, glancing between them. “So you thought it best to rouse her in the dead of night?”

“She offered, of course,” Astarion added with a careless wave. “Anytime, she said. I’m not in the habit of refusing a lady’s kindness.” A glint of fang accompanied his grin. “We were just about to get started.”

Tav nearly choked.

“She needs her sleep,” Wyll muttered. “It’s late and I—”

“Oh, no need for that,” Astarion interrupted, amused. “Tav was very eager to help.” He placed a hand on her shoulder, deceptively light—until she felt the pressure. “And you know how these things go. Could take a while.”

Tav clenched her jaw.

Wyll rubbed his forehead. “Just… be careful, alright?” He looked at her then, something gentle in his eyes. “Don’t let him take too much.”

Astarion feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. “What do you take me for? A savage?”

Wyll didn’t answer. He just sighed and turned back to his tent. “Wake me if you need anything. Either of you.”

As soon as he disappeared, Tav spun to face Astarion. “What in the hells was that?”

He grinned. “That, my dear, was me saving our hides.”

“By implying we were—busy?”

He shrugged, all elegance. “Weren’t we?”

She opened her mouth to argue—then shut it again.

Astarion leaned in, voice low and dark. “Now then. We should put on a little show, don’t you think?” His fingers ghosted her neck. “This is what you offered, after all.”

“Fine,” she muttered, baring her neck.

“I bought us some time. Let’s go.” He took her arm and pulled her into the trees.

“Where are we going?”

He didn’t answer, leading her deeper into shadow, moonlight slicing through the canopy in thin shards. They passed the waterfall—its noise a cloak, a risk. She couldn’t hear if anything followed.

“Astarion,” she tried again, breathless.

He suddenly turned and pressed her back against a tree, hands braced beside her head. “I thought you wanted to be fed on?"

“I—” But he was already leaning in, his nose brushing her jaw. His lips trailed down her neck, in a way she'd never felt. Deliciously slow. 

“I could take my time with you,” he crooned. “Taste you properly.”

Tav’s breath hitched, and she didn't know what to do. What could she possibly say?

He chuckled. “Oh, my sweet girl.” His tongue flicked over her pulse. Her knees buckled.  He caught her, his hands firm at her waist. “Careful now,” he chided. “Wouldn’t want you collapsing before we even start.”

Then—he kissed her. No teasing. No games. Just hunger. Tav gasped as he pulled her against him, his mouth soft but insistent. One hand gripped her waist, the other slipping beneath her shirt. She melted into him, her restraint unraveling. Astarion’s fingers moved with precision, every touch deliberate, every breath a tease.

“Tell me to stop,” he said softly. “And I will.”

She didn’t. His hands roamed, his touch cool against her heated skin. Her breath stuttered as he found the places that made her tremble, his hand dipping into her trousers. 

Fuck. 

He found her center, cool fingers grazing her heat. “You’re exquisite like this,” he said, fingers still working her over, his body a wall against her back. “Soft. Desperate.”

Her breath came fast, heat pooling low in her belly. She was far past rational thought.

He kissed her again, deep and lingering. “Would you like me to finish what I started, darling?”

Tav nodded, barely able to speak. Astarion's mouth brushed her ear as his fingers moved in slow, expert circles over her aching clit. And it was perfect, just like she always assumed he would be. 

She gasped in a breath to say ‘faster’, but he already knew. And then she was clutching his arms, legs weak as she tried to keep herself up. The warmth curled and curled, the pleasure so close to breaking and—

Astarion pulled away. 

Tav gasped out a horrendous whine and looked up at him. He smiled. “Oh darling, I almost got you there, didn’t I? And, oh, how easy it was. I had you falling apart with your clothes still on.”

Tav huffed, suddenly angry. He was making fun of her. He probably never wanted to sleep with her at all. Just to laugh at her. 

But then Astarion lifted her shirt over her head and grabbed her waist. He kicked one of her legs out so she lost her balance, but he carefully laid her onto the forest floor. It was cool beneath her, icy in its sudden shock. Astarion hovered above, pale and hungry, and then—his mouth was on her neck, tracing slowly along her throat before drifting lower—across her collarbone, down the slope of her sternum. When his tongue flicked across her navel, she jolted. Her hips bucked without her damn permission.

He laughed, a deep, pleased sound. “So eager,” he mumbled, fingers digging into the waistband of her pants, tugging just enough to tease. “Will you be quiet for me, darling?”

She shook her head, breathless. No. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

Astarion groaned —low, dark, delighted—and her pants were gone. His hands were everywhere, mapping every inch of newly exposed skin. His mouth followed, trailing heat in its wake, and when his lips finally, finally, settled between her thighs, she lost any hope of staying quiet.

The first lick was like the rapture. Her back arched off the ground, a moan ripping from her throat. She clung to his shoulders, the only anchor she had as he worked her open with his tongue. He licked up her center, then circled her clit with maddening patience.

"Astarion, please," she begged. And then a miserable whine slipped from her mouth. Followed by an unfortunate admission: "Don’t stop."

A finger slid inside her. Her breath caught, her hands diving into his hair just as he added another. The stretch was perfect. So fucking perfect. He curled them, and stars exploded behind her eyelids. He found the rhythm she didn’t know she needed and stayed with it, coaxing her higher and higher until her entire body clenched, arched, unraveled until she was nothing beneath him but a shaking mess.

The orgasm wrecked her like it had a personal vendetta against her. She came hard, gasping, trembling, blinking up at the canopy as if the trees might understand.

And Astarion just watched her, pleased. It had been so easy to fall apart for him. So embarrassingly easy. And it made sense. He was heartbreakingly beautiful, seductive, and attentive, all at once. 

He leaned over her, lips wet, chin gleaming with the evidence of her pleasure. He smiled, all fang and filth. "I never imagined your cunt would taste as sweet as your blood,” he purred. “But it does.”

She saw it then—the tension in his trousers. The strain. He had certainly enjoyed himself. Wyll never got hard eating her out. Not even once. 

Tav's stomach fluttered, still dizzy from everything he'd just done to her. But... he had just made her come harder than she ever had. She was expected to return the favor. She pushed herself up. “Lie back,” she instructed. She wanted him to be undone just as much as her, if that was even possible. 

Astarion hesitated, if only for a moment. He gave in, leaning back, and watched as she clumsily moved forward, meaning to straddle him. She touched the ties of his trousers and then he was freed. And, wow. Just...wow. He was thick, longer than she expected, his cock pale like the rest of him—smooth, veined, flushed with need.

He was far larger than Wyll. The second her hand wrapped around him, Astarion’s breath caught. His eyes flicked to hers, darker now, pupils blown wide. She stroked him slow, and the slick sound of it made her thighs tighten. One of his hands came up, fingers slipping into her hair.

"I thought I was meant to take care of you,” he said softly. 

“You did.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “Let me do the same.” He was impossibly smooth in her hand, impossibly hard. She was captivated by the way his pale skin moved over his glistening tip. The head of his cock was so swollen with blood it looked purple. She ran her thumb over it, licking her lips, wishing she could taste him. Gods, he would fill her mouth completely. She could hardly imagine how he would fit inside her. 

“Tav,” Astarion groaned, hips twitching beneath her hand. She pumped him again in her hand, squeezing harder. His hands flew to her hips, fingers digging into her skin. “If you do not mount me, I will fuck you myself.”

Her whole body shivered at the delicious threat. She smirked, letting him see the spark in her eyes. Is this what power finally felt like? She gave him a few more hard strokes, but he growled low in his throat and shifted, lifting her, guiding her over him.

Scrambling, Tav braced her hands on his chest, trying to regain control. But Astarion pulled her down without warning, and the blunt head of his cock pressed hotly against her entrance. “Wait—”

Astarion leaned in and nipped at her neck. “I am a man of my word, Tav. Now sit.”

Tav swallowed and lowered herself gently. There was pressure as his head pushed against her. His thick cock bowed slightly, and then it slid inside. Just an inch.

Immediately she felt that burning stretch. She had felt it once. One night, when she wasn’t very aroused, Wyll had pushed himself inside her while she was still dry. But she wasn’t dry this time. She was dripping wet, and Astarion still stretched her. 

The vampire’s eyes locked onto hers, his expression unguarded as he watched her struggle—watching her intently as she slowly, slowly descended onto him. Tav's body trembled, every nerve ending on fire as she tried to ease herself down. Astarion's girth was shocking. She hadn't felt this full before. It was almost like he was carving new space into her. She bit her lip against a scream, and for a moment, she froze.

Astarion’s hand slid up from her hip, fingers threading through her hair again, softer this time. He leaned in. “Easy, darling. I’ve got you. Just breathe.” Tav's body slowly began to relax at the sound of his voice. "I won't hurt you."

She took a deep breath and lowered herself further, trying to focus on his words as more of him filled her until she was seated fully upon him. She was unbearably full. Her eyes watered from the intensity of it all.

"You see, darling?" Astarion sighed against her neck. "I told you it wouldn't hurt." She let out a noise. “Yet,” he hissed. He bucked into her to prove his point.

She let out a guttural moan that could never be described as feminine or attractive. She attempted to lean forward, making it easier for her to control the movements. Up…and…down. Slowly. It was all she could take.

Astarion's hands gripped her waist, almost too tightly. His hips rose to meet each of her thrusts. Softly, at first. He slid inside her so smoothly, hitting every ridge inside her. She had never felt such pleasure from penetration alone. It was almost addicting.  And then he shifted, moving harder. Deeper. 

Her forehead met his as they continued, skin glistening, bodies tightening. “Gods,” she muttered, breathing heavily as she clutched him tightly. He felt incredible, so fucking incredible. She had never in her life felt like this. Sex was usually just bearable. Something for her to grit her teeth through and wait for it to be done. Only a few times had she ever come with a man. Either they paid her no mind, or made her feel bad for not getting there. Especially her-no. No, she wouldn't think of that at all. 

Astarion sat up more, using one arm to wrap around her waist so he could better control the movements, and she knew he knew what he was doing. He was a master at it. So, when he angled himself differently against her, hitting a sensitive spot, Tav whined so loud she was sure the camp might hear. Her head fell back, breath hitching in short, uneven gasps as she moved on top of him. Astarion’s hands gripped her hips, helping her find a rhythm. His mouth didn’t stay still—pressing against her throat, her collarbone, the swell of her breasts. Now and then his teeth grazed her skin. She wanted more, so much more. 

Tav could already feel the memory of his teeth piercing her flesh. Taking her blood, her body, her arousal. 

And then—

“Tav?”

The voice cut through the night. Astarion went still beneath her.

Wyll. A sickening wave of realization crashed over her. What was she doing? Wyll was kind. Wyll was good . And he didn’t deserve this.

She scrambled off Astarion, nearly toppling over in her rush. He let out a soft, amused tsk but didn’t try to stop her. Her pulse was a frantic drum against her ribs.

The crunch of boots on leaves sent a fresh jolt of panic through her. Wyll was walking nearby. Tav dropped low, crouching behind a thick patch of brush just as his silhouette emerged. The lantern in his hand swung, its light cutting through the trees and catching on the tense line of his brow. He was several feet away.

“Where did you go…?” Wyll’s voice was low, more puzzled than alarmed. He glanced from side to side. Those mismatched eyes scanned the shadows, but there was no edge of suspicion in his face—at least, not yet.

Tav held her breath, barely daring to move. Then, she was yanked backward so fast her chest hit the dirt, flattening her breasts. "A-"

A hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her dire protests. “Hush. We wouldn’t want your sweet, ignorant beau to see you being ridden by a dangerous vampire."

What was he…?

Astarion's body climbed over hers, his knee spreading her thighs. Her heart pounded as she saw Wyll slightly turn his head in their direction. His lips brushed against her ear. “He’s so close,” Astarion murmured, his hips shifting against her in a slow, possessive grind. Oh, fuck. “Do you think he’d hear you if I made you moan?”

Tav squeezed her eyes shut, her breath escaping in a ragged exhale against his palm. He was insane! Reckless.

The lantern light wavered, flickering through the brush.

Tav felt undeniable pressure against her backside, and then Astarion exhaled in her ear as he slipped inside of her again. His hand muffled her gasp as he pushed himself deeper. His other hand was braced on the dirt, the veins in his hand raised as his hips pressed against hers. 

Astarion was bigger than he looked—heavier, too. Tav shifted, trying to lift her torso, but he pressed her down with ease, his body pinning hers to the earth.

“Shhh,” he breathed against her ear, voice low and syrupy, like a secret meant just for her.

Her throat bobbed as she attempted to swallow.

Astarion's fingers flexed over her mouth. He was savoring this. The tension. The closeness. The delicious edge of danger they danced on, too close to ignore.

Wyll’s lantern swung closer. Tav could see the gleam of his boots through the underbrush. He was only steps away.

They were lucky the waterfall hid some of the noise, but there was no way Wyll wouldn’t hear the sound of skin slapping against skin. 

Astarion’s lips moved again, his breath hot against her skin. “Do you think he’d be angry, pet?” he mused. “If he found you like this? Would he be heartbroken?” He punctuated his words with a strong thrust of his hips. “Or simply humiliated?”

Another deep thrust.

Tav clenched her jaw, willing her body to stay still, to not tremble beneath the weight of him. She should be ashamed. She was ashamed. But gods, it was hard to think when Astarion was like this—when he made her feel so alive. When his cock was sliding through her and it felt electric.

Astarion began to pick up the pace and Tav dug her fingers into the earth, nails biting into pebbles. 

Wyll was going to hear. Through the brush he swung his lantern and walked a few steps to the thicker side of the bushes. 

Astarion grinned wickedly, his eyes locked on Wyll's movement. "He might hear you, darling," he said, thrusting more forcefully now. He was fucking her into the earth, just like how a vampire might.

Tav bit her lip. She had to stay calm, focus on keeping quiet. But her walls were clenching, her arousal growing higher and higher. 

She had never felt an ascent this intense. 

She was going to erupt.

Tav felt Astarion begin to speed up, his movements growing more urgent and desperate. Her name was whispered over and over again from his lips as he plunged deeper into her with every snap of his hips. It felt so much more intense than before. She clenched around him, pulling him even deeper. 

A twig snapped to the far side of the forest and Wyll turned his head, and began to walk farther away. 

“Finally,” Astarion grunted, and began pounding Tav into the dirt, hand still over her mouth. The slap against skin was audible now. There was no way Wyll couldn’t hear it, even as he was walking away. 

Astarion let out a groan, his rhythm faltering for a moment, before picking back up. Faster and faster, like he was just another predator who had caught prey.

His pinky caressed her bottom lip, and she could feel the slickness between them as he pushed himself closer, deeper. She could barely breathe beneath his hand. 

“You know, pet. I said I was going to feed. We have to keep up appearances, don’t we?” His mouth grazed the back of her shoulder, then up her neck. “Should I bite your scruff while I fuck you in front of your boyfriend? Like a wild beast?”

The shame of it all mingled with the dirty delight that coursed through her veins. Astarion was right; she had never felt anything like this before. The devilish thrill of being caught, the illicit nature of their encounter in front of Wyll... It was too much, too intense.

The pleasure was building, her body coiling tighter and tighter. 

Wyll turned around and began walking back toward them. Her panic flared and she writhed. No, no, no, no, no, no!

She tried to speak under his hand, to tell him to be quiet. They had to sneak away now. Her words were only a muffled whine. 

Astarion’s hand clamped down harder against her mouth. “Shush darling,” he hushed tightly in her ear. “Can you keep quiet while I bite you?”

They were going to get caught. She might as well give up. Her head fell against the floor as her body coiled tighter and tighter and tighter. 

Astarion’s teeth sank into the side of her neck, biting part of the muscle in her shoulder. The pain was more intense than when he first bit her all those nights ago. 

She bit his own hand, body shaking. 

Wyll had gone still. The lantern in his hand swayed gently, its light throwing long, shaky shadows across the forest floor. Tav could almost feel the warmth of it brushing her skin—too close. Any second now, he might turn his head. He might see them.

The thought was almost too much for her to bear. And every slam of Astarion's body against hers made incredible friction on her front. Her clit throbbed against the ground. 

In that moment, Astarion gave a deep thrust, and she felt his cock swell slightly, and his seed erupted inside her. 

The heat was unlike anything she had felt before, the pressure of his come making her walls flutter and clench. Her body reached its peak. The pleasure came in beautiful, powerful waves, and she cried out in spite of herself. 

Astarion’s hand instantly tightened on her mouth. The sound was small, muffled, but it was there.

As if on cue, Wyll whirled around. Astarion stopped moving completely, but his cock was still spasming, and her walls clenched again and again, making her breathe in quick gasps through her nose. 

Astarion pinched her nose, as well as covering her mouth, so that no noise came from her. His mouth was still on her skin, and she felt a trickle of blood leak down the side of her neck. 

The shine of Wyll’s boots was a few inches away, right on the other side of the bush. And Astarion was as still as stone on top of her. 

Her lungs were burning. 

The lantern was almost illuminating them. Any second now Wyll would yell at them. 

“Where the fuck is she?” Wyll mumbled, and stepped back. 

And back. 

And back.

And then finally, the glow of his lantern disappeared as he walked deeper into the forest. 

Astarion removed his hand and Tav gasped in a breath, chest heaving in gulps of air.

Astarion licked up the thin line of escaped blood as he slowly withdrew from her. She winced at the pressure, her body still screaming at her for what she had put it through. 

She could properly breathe now, though she certainly did not deserve to. Her limbs felt weak, her heart still hammering in her chest. Gods.  What had she just done?

She lifted trembling fingers to her neck, tracing the spot where his fangs had pierced her. The skin was tender. She could still feel the echo of him—his grip, his mouth, the fire they’d stoked together. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to glance over her shoulder.

He was brushing dirt off his thighs. His eyes met hers and softened slightly. "Did I bite you too hard?"

Tav was afraid to admit how much she liked it. But he seemed to understand by the color in her cheeks. 

She slowly pushed herself up from the ground. She knew she must look disheveled. Hair a mess. Eyes glazed. Face flushed. 

Astarion stood there, utterly at ease, a lazy smile forming on his lips as he extended a hand to help her up. His fingers lingered at her hips before he let go, looking her over. His fingers briefly rested over where he bit her. He looked like he wanted to say something. Something vulnerable. But he quickly masked it. 

He then pressed her bundle of clothes into her hands. Tav accepted them, her fingers trembling slightly as she clutched the fabric to her chest.

She bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head at herself. Reckless. Stupid. She had let herself get carried away—let him carry her away.

Astarion pulled his pants up and over his glistening cock. Tav couldn’t help but stare. 

His seed slipped down her thigh.

Astarion walked up, eyelids lowering. "I thoroughly enjoyed that," he said with a smile. He slid his hand gently against her skin, catching his seed, before plunging his fingers inside her, forcing her to take all of him. To keep him inside her.

Tav gasped and clutched onto his arm.

He laughed. “Oh, darling,” he said. “We’re going to have so much fun together.” 

Astarion sucked at his fingers when he withdrew them from her trembling sex.

He patted her bare bum, smirking as she sucked in a breath, and then, just like that, he turned and strolled back toward camp.