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A while after everyone had retired from the party and to their tents, I sat up. I’d let some time pass after the noise of activity had ceased, and I meant to creep away now, away from camp and into the woods. To find the clearing.
To find him.
He’d shared the route and location directly into my mind – a creative use of the tadpole. I was glad to know the way; My throat was taut with anxiety and my higher senses were even more useless than usual.
I was going to tell him.
If he meant what he’d purred to me that night at the party, just a few hours prior, when he caught my arm to pull me behind a tree, away from the others’ ears and eyes, then he’d find out shortly anyways.
I tried to breathe deeply, pulling the smell of the woods into my lungs, willing my muscles to relax. Gods, I didn’t want to be so visibly affected by this. I wanted to seem…unbothered. Confident. Like him.
I hoped he wouldn’t immediately recognize a chaotic, complicated mess so fully that he walked away.
I could tell he had his demons. He’d alluded to certain things now and again, and I was beginning to draw a bleak picture of his former life. But with his own problems to contend with, why would he want mine as well?
I reached the small, barely visible path splitting off from the trail. I carefully stepped down it, through the grass and vines, threading around trees, until I saw night sky through the branches.
It was beautiful.
I stopped, near stunned by the idyllic vision – the moonlit clearing was dappled by the shadows of leaves, flowers bursting randomly through the grass and gathered around tree trunks. There was a gentle stream running through and under several massive oak trunks, roots lifting them above the water. The stream was fed by a spring at the far side of the grove, and soft moss blanketed its banks, while the gentle sound of running water mixed with cricket and cicada song.
“Taking in our little hideaway?”
I spun to the side, where I saw him comfortably perched on a massive tree root that formed a natural bench above the running water. Moss covered the roots, appearing invitingly soft. He lounged casually, one hand on his cheek and the other on his thigh, watching me.
Stepping carefully, I climbed up and sat across from him, pushing my back against a root, settling cross-legged into the moss and trying to square my shoulders. My knees brushed and settled against his as I sat. I raised my face.
He was exquisite in the moonlight. His red eyes were rimmed by sooty lashes, lowered now as he gazed at me, one brow slightly raised. His full mouth had a hint of a smile playing about it. I saw his lips part and wondered if he’d just let out a silent sigh.
I could stare at him for days, this ridiculous elf who had fallen into my ridiculous life. And here he was, waiting to have me. Not knowing what that meant.
My chest rose and fell, too quickly, I thought. I was sure my cheeks were flushed. I didn’t manage to say anything.
He arched his eyebrow further. He looked…hungry. Surely for my blood, but for something else as well. There was a flicker of deep need in his eyes. Beneath his cavalier veneer.
“I’ve been thinking about you. About this. About…us.” His smooth voice slid over me like silk as his scarlet gaze brazenly trailed from my face, to my neck, to my breasts and then down the curve of my thigh. “I’m so pleased you came.” He blinked slowly, his eyelashes low and his voice sultry. “I’ve been hoping for a while now to taste more than your blood.”
Gods. What in the hells was I doing here? At his words, at his gaze, I almost went limp. I know my lips parted slightly and I felt my face grow heated. He caught the scent of my arousal, saw my automatic submission to him, and responded by moving to sit next to me, turning to me, his face close to mine. I may have been panting slightly. Did he notice I was a wreck? I had to get this over with.
“Astarion I – wait.” He stilled the hand that was about to brush my cheek, and I almost cried for its loss. I longed for him to touch me. I’d been near aching with need for days. The effect he had on me was absurd. “I have to…I need to tell you something.”
“Oh?” he shifted back slightly, his brows raised. “Are you all right, darling? Comfortable?”
“Ah – yes, of course. It's beautiful here.” I breathed. “It’s just before we…continue…” I trailed off, my throat caught. I felt too vulnerable. But I wanted this. I could do it if it meant I got to accept what this intoxicating elf was offering. If he would still offer.
He caught my chin with his thumb and forefinger and lifted my face to peer up into his. “What do you need to tell me?” He asked smoothly, his other hand touching my waist. I fought the urge to simply lean into him and let him take over. I opened my mouth, and scraped up whatever courage I could muster.
“It’s just that I haven’t. Done this. With anyone. Ever.” I managed to get the words out one by one.
I felt lighter, immediately, but apprehensive. Leaning back, I slowly looked to his face, feeling dread at the possibility of rejection.
His eyes were wide, his mouth slightly ajar. “You’re – do you mean to say you’re a – a virgin, darling?” he stammered.
I nodded. The words were out. He’d said them himself. Now to explain, as much as I could, as much as I knew. “You know about my previous life. How I don’t remember much of anything. Flashes sometimes, of dark, violent things, of pain and blood. But I have this feeling, I feel very strongly that I was…being kept for someone.” I grimaced, wincing at the dark haze of my past, at whatever those words meant. “For my entire life. And that’s why I wasn’t allowed to…”
Letting out a breath, he ran his hand through his hair and then rubbed his mouth. He looked thrown. There was barely a trace of the slick charmer he usually played. I could tell he was thinking quite hard about something. His brow suddenly creased. I hurried on:
“I still…I want you, I mean. I want to be able to choose, and I want it to be you. That’s why I came out here. I needed to tell you first though. I wanted you to know. And anyways, you’d find out either way because I’m…" My hands twisted in my lap. "...unbroken. So if you still want me, I’d just ask you to…” I felt heat flood my face as my voice dropped in volume. “…Be gentle. Please.”
His eyes snapped back to mine. For a moment, I saw something deeply animal surface. Like the first night he drank my blood, when I told him I’d let him and he’d laid me by the fire – I caught his eyes then, before he buried his face in my neck.
They were on fire with the need to consume me.
I noticed his possessiveness of me after that first feeding. He’d put himself between me and any interested party, and make excuses to come closer to me to quietly say something teasing into my ear, or to touch my arm or hand. I sought his attention like a lovesick puppy anyways. I wondered if we were as obvious to the others as I suspected.
I had no idea what was happening between us, and no precedent to pull from, and I had even less of an idea what his motives could be, but I was banking on him wanting me enough to not be scared off by whatever lurked in my past.
And here he was, gazing at me with such need.
I saw sense taking control in his eyes again, at least a bit, confidence returning to his expression. I still felt pinned to the spot by his ruby gaze. “Darling. What a lovely surprise. Aren’t you just a delicious treat.”
“No wonder your blood is ambrosia.”
His hand fell into my lap, uncurling my fist, lacing his fingers with mine. My skin tingled at his touch. Grinning, he said “I’ll admit, sometimes I wonder if you’re some kind of trap.” His other hand brushed my jaw as he guided my face towards his. “This beautiful young drow, who lets me feed on her virgin blood, who enjoys it -“ he lowered his mouth, kissing a line along my jaw while I leaned into him before brushing his parted lips along my neck as I whined “- who I have now before me, asking me to deflower her in this moonlit grove.”
I laughed, the tension in my chest breaking. He still wanted me. At his touch and affirmation, I suddenly felt a warmth between my thighs; felt my heartbeat in my sex. A burning need quickly started to crowd other thoughts out of my mind.
I needed him.
Whatever we were doing, whatever cliff edge we were walking towards together, it didn’t matter. I needed him to claim me as his, and I’d follow him anywhere, his intentions be damned. I didn't care. If he felt that I was a trap, I felt the same of him. He made me weak.
He looked suddenly serious. “Tell me then, darling, what have you done?”
I thought. “Nothing with another person. But I have with myself, some.” I squeezed his hand. “But not…all the way. Like I said. You’ll have to break me.” I whispered.
His pale cheeks were somehow lightly flushed. “No one else has ever touched you?” his gaze softened. “Have you even been kissed?”
For a moment, I didn’t answer, just gave him a half-shrug. Then, “you kissed me just now.” I jerked my chin up defiantly.
He laughed. I saw a genuine smile. It made my heart flutter. He brought my hand to his mouth and kissed it.
He raised his other hand to brush my cheek. I watched him, heavy-lidded, my heartbeat rapid. I was sure he could hear it. He paused.
“I don’t know why in hells I feel compelled to ask this, but…are you sure? We’ve not known each other long, my dear. This will bind us, in a way.” Then, a bit slyly. “And why not choose one of the others for this occasion? I’m not sure if you’re aware, but any one of them would gladly take you into their beds.”
Irritation sparked. “I don’t want one of the others, Astarion, I told you – I want you.” I’ve been wanting you since that night you almost killed me draining my blood, or maybe even before, you bastard. I leaned my face closer to his, upturned, all but begging him to kiss me.
“I’ve made my choice, and I won’t be second-guessed. And as for not knowing each other long – Astarion, don’t you feel like any of us could perish at any moment?” I pouted my lower lip, looking forlorn.
“Do you want me to die a virgin?”
That did it.
His hands were suddenly around my waist, pulling me to him. He brushed his lips against my jaw, my cheekbone, my forehead; his thumb caressed my lower lip. I shivered at every new touch, reveling in the coolness of his mouth and hands. I gave myself over to him completely, leaning into him. He lifted me into his lap.
He paused, gazing down at me. “Here’s your proper first kiss,” he said softly as he lowered his mouth to mine.
He started the kiss gently, tenderly, letting me enjoy the new sensation. Gradually, he began to move his lips against mine, one arm supporting me behind my back and the other hand holding my head, his fingers laced in my hair. I hummed involuntarily at the tingling feeling in my chest, at the wonderful feeling of his mouth on mine, at the warmth I felt despite his cool mouth and fingers.
He pulled back. “Are you all right?” I nodded, breathless. He caught my gaze, looked me over a bit. At his effect on me. He was holding himself in check, I could tell. I saw that hunger in his eyes again. “This is going to involve a lot of new experiences for you,” he murmured. “I’ll do my best to be gentle, and slow. But if anything feels wrong, just tell me, and I’ll stop.”
I blinked. I’d never heard him speak so tenderly.
“Will you promise me?” My swollen lips parted. “I promise. And Astarion…”
“Yes, my dear?”
“Thank you.”
He gave a low, rumbling chuckle. “Darling, I should be thanking you for what you're giving me."
He lowered his lips to mine again.
My brain pushed everything else in the world out as I let myself feel. It was incredible what his kisses did to me. I had no comparison, but I suspected that he was quite skilled. I felt my nipples harden and my cunt swell. My body responded rapidly, and thoroughly, to him. I marveled at this euphoria.
After he had been kissing me softly and sweetly for a while (I don’t know how long. I was already completely lost in him) he gradually picked up intensity. I felt his tongue brush my lip as he deepened the kiss, and I was pliant, opening my mouth to let him in.
At the same time, I felt his hand drift over my hip and then my thigh. He fingers slid under my tunic, brushing my belly, his thumb moving dangerously low. I moved my hips without thinking, begging for his touch.
He broke the kiss as his fingers stilled, and I noticed that he looked a bit undone – not like me, gasping like a fish with reddened lips and cheeks, but still he looked foggy with need. His eyes were hooded and his lips were parted. I wasn’t sure how he could blush, but his cheeks were dusted with pink, as were his lips.
“I’m going to lay you down, darling,” he breathed in my ear. I responded with a shaky assent, and he leaned against me, gently lowering me to the carpet of moss.
“Comfortable?” He asked with a raised brow as I lay there, chest heaving. I nodded, my eyes locked on him. He leaned over me. “I think it’s time I remove some of your clothes.” A moan escaped me as I shivered at his words. His hands went to my tunic, slowly unbuttoning until my breasts spilled out. He sighed, running his hands over them, rough palms and thumbs brushing against my nipples. I gasped.
“Does that feel good?” He rubbed small, light circles over my tips. A moan I didn’t recognize at all slipped past my lips. He stopped. “Use your words, darling.” I moaned again. “It feels good,” I rasped.
Hissing with approval, he resumed. I caught his wrist, suddenly feeling nervous about the space between us. I felt vulnerable and I needed him close. Needed to feel like I was his.
“Will you…. could you kiss me some more?” I asked.
His eyes widened slightly. “Of course, my dear” he murmured, pulling me up into his lap and leaning my back against a mossy tree. He claimed my mouth thoroughly again, running his fingers along my breasts, cupping one in each hand.
His touch was cool fire. There was an urgent need in my belly now. I needed him to claim me, to take me from whoever was waiting for me, to let me choose who I shared this moment with.
I suddenly realized I was grinding myself on his crotch, sliding myself up and down his hardness through our clothes. I pulled back a bit, stopping, catching his gaze to see what I should do, if that was okay.
He growled. “Please, love, don’t stop doing that.” I resumed with energy. He pushed himself back against me as I ground against him. I was letting out squeaks of pleasure as the friction tested me, as he clutched my lower back with one hand and gripped my buttock with the other, pulling me into him.
He leaned forward, spilling me back onto the ground. Pulling his shirt off, he then went for my trousers.
“I want you completely naked. Spread out in front of me for my taking,” he purred as he unlaced and pulled. I could tell he was relishing this. Relishing me. The thought drove me half-mad, that I could be the object of such desire. I bucked my hips helpfully, and he caught my underclothes as well. He got his wish.
He hummed, taking me in. His gaze caught on my face, my tongue almost out in a pleasure fog, my breasts, reddened from his attention, and then fastened on my neck before dropping to my sex.
Without thinking, I spread my legs for him.
“Ahhh.” He sighed, rubbing his hand up and down his still-clothed shaft. “That is a beautiful sight.”
My hand was straying down my belly. I needed touch. He moved forward, catching it. “Needy thing, aren’t you?” I licked my lips, whining, “I can’t bear it anymore, Astarion. I want to be yours.”
He breathed out, head jerking back slightly. “Fuck. Hold on. I need to make sure you’re ready.”
He moved his hand between my legs then, making light, slow circles right around the heart of me. I couldn’t help but moan as I wiggled my hips to meet his hand. Growling in approval, he sprang on me, lowering his lips to my sex and planting open-mothed kisses at my core. I screamed at the sensation.
“Is that all right?”
I could barely get any words out, until they came tumbling. “Don’t stop. Please. It feels good. You’re amazing.”
I caught him grinning before he lowered his face again. While he rubbed me with one thumb, he used his tongue in broad, slow strokes through the core of me until I was a bundle of taut nerves.
“You’ll have to confirm, but I believe I’m going to make you come now, darling,” he said, sounding smug.
At the same time, he slid one finger into my glistening sex as he moved to suck my clit, and I came, crying out again and again as he worked me through my climax. “I was right.” He purred into my ear as I panted. I didn’t have any words to respond with.
After giving me a minute to come back down, he brought his finger to my lips. “You taste amazing.” I obliged him, and moaned quietly again at the taste of my pleasure on his fingers.
He moved forwards, holding himself above me on his hands. “Tell me, my sweet. How do you want me to break your maidenhead?”
“With my fingers? Or on my cock?”
I almost choked. Then, I obeyed my body’s wish, and someone else’s ravenous words came pouring out of my mouth. “Your cock,” I said in a strangled voice. “I want to feel you inside me – want you to feel my virgin’s blood running down your shaft.” I raised my face, brows anguished. “I need you. Please.”
“Fuck,” he gasped. “You are a filthy little thing.” He grinned, showing his pointed teeth. “Let’s fill that dirty mouth up, shall we?” He was rapidly removing his pants.
I raised myself, grabbed his hips eagerly as he pushed himself towards me. He was beautiful, already hard as marble with thick veins. He kneeled, still, as I moved my hand to brush his hard length, before taking it in my hand and giving it a slow pump. He groaned. I bent my face to him, running my lips over his head. Pumping him again as I lightly sucked, he made a strangled cry, moving his hips with my mouth as I slowly took him in. “You are a natural talent,” he gasped as he took my head between his hands, pulling me back and forward slowly, fucking my face.
I loved it. All I wanted was for him to use me. He had that effect on me. I didn't let my inexperience stop me from worshipping him with my tongue and my lips, letting him slide himself into my throat. Every gag was a pleasure.
When my lips were starting to go numb and saliva roped from my mouth, he brought me back into his lap, facing him, wiping my chin as I panted, waiting for his word. “Arms around my shoulders, darling.” I obliged. I looked down to see his sizeable cock below me, slick with my saliva, dripping into the moss.
He pressed his mouth to mine for a long, lusty kiss. He pulled back. “Are you ready? It will hurt, a little.”
“I know. I’m ready.” I planted another kiss on his lips. “I want this.”
“I’ll go slow.” he sounded breathless, drunk with excitement. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“Astarion,” I half-wailed, “If you don’t take me now, I am a going to perish from denial.”
“We can’t have that,” he chuckled, and slowly began to lower me onto his cock.
I shuddered at the obscene feeling of him entering me. Gods, I was so sensitive. I could feel every part of us joined together. Then, there was pressure, and following, the threat of sharp pain. I breathed, and he kissed me again, holding my chest to his, and as I felt the tear and the burst of pain, his mouth was on mine, soothing me, his arms around me, holding my shuddering frame as I bore it. “That’s it. That’s it. You’re doing so well,” he breathed into my ear. I felt his tongue on the column of my neck, a scrape from his teeth, a kiss to make it better.
As the pain ebbed, he began to move in me. Little by little, he pushed himself into me, with each gentle thrust of his hips seeing me take him just a little bit farther. I pulled back to look into his eyes, wanting to see him. His pupils were completely blown, his brows were knotted, and his mouth was open. The feeling of him sliding in and out of me was insane. It threatened to overwhelm me completely.
My head jerked back and cunt convulsed as it did just that, sending me into paroxysms of pleasure. I screamed as I came, and he cried out as well as I tightened around him.
When I came back to myself, panting, I was in the same position, with him holding me carefully. I laughed, tilting my head back.
“What?” he asked breathlessly.
“This feels amazing. You're amazing. I don’t know who was trying to keep me from this, but fuck them, I made my choice.”
His gaze softened, and then became somewhat distant. “Are you all right, Astarion?”
His eyes snapped back. “Oh, yes, darling. Just thinking about how I’m going to take my pleasure, now that you’ve found yours…”
He pushed me down on the moss and lifted my legs to his shoulders, my ankles resting on either side of his neck. He lifted my buttocks to his hips, his straining member begging to be sheathed once more. He fit his tip to me, and pushed forwards.
His entire shaft buried into me, to the hilt.
I cried out at the sensation – to be filled so thoroughly by him. “Look at that – you take me so well already. Your tight little cunt fits me perfectly," he growled, clutching me possessively. He began to move, and all thoughts fled from my head.
All I wanted was to enjoy the sensations he was wringing from my body. His hands roamed over me, pinching my nipples and rubbing circles into me where our bodies joined with his mouth on mine. Leaning forward to lick my neck and collarbone, to slide his lips over mine as he swallowed my cries of pleasure. He worshipped me like a dying sinner.
I was lost in his ministrations, doing all I could to breathe as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I realized his pace had quickened and his muscles had tensed, and thought he must be near his peak. An urgent need for him to spill his seed inside me burned. I wanted to feel his pleasure, wanted him to take me and claim me with his seed. I existed only for him. I shocked myself at the absolute filth this elf elicited in me.
“Astarion.” I turned my head, baring my neck. “Bite me.”
He snarled, teeth fastening in my neck with feral speed. I felt the sharp pain followed by obscene sucking as he pulled sustenance from my veins, lapping at me with his tongue. The sensation ruined me, and I cried out as I came again. Through my pleasure, I felt him stiffen and twitch as he began to snap into me ferociously. Before long, in my haze I realized his cock was pulsing as he spent himself in me. He cried out in growling moans. The convulsions from my own orgasm milked him until he was empty.
He continued to move in me, his teeth still in my neck, guiding us both through our pleasure, until he slowed and eventually stopped. He stayed like that for a few minutes more, then gently pulled himself from me and lowered himself to lie next to me on the ground. I felt his seed running out of me and down my thighs. They were streaked with red as well, as were his mouth and chin. Gods, he was beautiful. And I was destroyed. Any defenses I had against him had long crumbed.
He lowered his bloody lips to my thigh and licked up one long red stripe. He hummed, sounding very pleased. “Virgin’s blood.” He sighed. “What a delicacy.”
Suddenly concerned, I asked, “do I still taste good?”
He laughed. “Oh, darling. You still taste incredible. Just a little more finely aged. I was merely enjoying the blood from your virgin’s wound.” He licked his fingers. “It is particularly exquisite.”
I laughed back. “I’m glad your palate approves.” I caught his gaze. “Astarion.” He reached out to me, pulling me close to him.
“I just wanted…to say thank you. That was…incredible.” I rubbed my swollen lips. “I didn’t know it would be like that. I appreciate…you making it good for me like that.”
His hand caressed my back. “Nedyra, given the seriousness of the assignment, I thought it only fair you enjoyed yourself.” He laughed, teasing.
Then he caught my chin. “Thank you as well. That was quite enjoyable. You are…unique.” He had an odd look in his eye. But he stroked my face tenderly, so I didn’t take it badly.
Nervous again, I took a breath. “I was wondering about...back at camp. Would you – did you want to share – this is my first time, you know, so it would be nice if we could –“ my face flushed. I had become tongue-tied again. I felt his finger under my chin, lifting my face. “Come sleep in my tent, my dear. I’ve an urge to hold you tonight as well.”