Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

How was it that her life had changed so much in such a short time? Wincing, the lilac eyed drow placed a hand to her forehead and sighed. Case in point, ilthid parasite wiggling around in her frontal lobe. As if her life could not get anymore interesting. Laying on her bed roll, in her tent, Oliniss glanced up into the darkened canopy, the light from the fire playing with the shadows. There were murmuring voices around the campsite. There was a hushed conversation between Gale and Wyll to her far right, going over some of the books they had gathered in their travels. Karlach, Shadowheart and Lae’zel were sharing a bottle of some of the most foul alcohol Oliniss had ever smelt, near the fire. The vile liquid had to been made by a Durgur, probably to oil a sword. She could see Karlach being able to handle it, even Lae'zel, but Shadowheart....?

Shaking her head slightly, Oliniss closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the Underdark. This was her home, once upon a time. She knew this darkened world, it’s moods, its danger. She could heard no predators stalking about, the tips of her ears flicking slightly. Taking in a deep breath, she let it out slowly, and tried to bring about her meditation. A soft snap to her left caused her to still. She waited, listening and then took another deep breath. Bourbon..

“Astarion..”She called out softly, her voice low enough that only those with pointy ears could hear.” You don’t have to creep around my tent. Come in , if you are so inclined.”

There was a pause, an almost void of sound and then a pale hand curled over the lip of her tent flap and pulled it aside. Eyes like garnets, gleaming and sharp, peered at her from the gloom. Oliniss raised an eyebrow in question, almost a dare, and then the pale elf made his way into her tent, stooping slightly and letting the flap fall back closed. Oliniss thought it odd. No quips, no smirking mouth or charming voice came with him. He lowered himself down smoothly to sit on her pallet, looking a bit lost, almost insecure. The tall drow sat up. He had her full attention now. She crossed her legs, wearing just the simple pale blue linen pants and shirt she normally wore to bed, and really took a look at him. There were dark circles under his eyes, his gaze to the floor. His fine boned hands lay in his lap, slightly twitching, his fingers plucking at his breeches, picking invisible thread. His shoulders hunched slightly and then lowered with a deep sigh from him. He was struggling with something, she had never seen him like this before.

“Astarion....Star....what is wrong, ussta ssinssrigg?”Oliniss murmured, moving closer to him, her hands coming up to take one of his, hesitating for a second, before he relaxed and placed one of his cool hands into hers. She let her warmth flow into his fingers as she waited.

~

To say that their relationship had its ups and downs was an understatement. Having a knife to her throat at first blush wasn’t an unknown thing for her. Having grown up in the underdark, that sort of introduction was commonplace. Oliniss barely batted an eyelash. To be fair she did bust his nose with her forehead, but that was the common return greeting where she came from. She did not look the part of a drow sorceress. Oliniss had the build of a barbarian, hardly cut from the cloth of her bloodline. When she cast spells, mostly it was to the shock of her enemies. She was strong in body as well as the weave. Some called her a Battle Mage. Oliniss had always been a contrast to her looks and she wasn’t afraid to use that to her advantage. It was no surprise then  when she woke one night, his fanged mouth poised over her throat, she had almost broke his jaw out of reflex. A vampire spawn he was and yes, the signs were there. She felt a slight connection to him, being one out of place as well. So, she let him sup on her throat. Her maternal household were just as bloodthirsty in form if not also in deed. As long as he stopped when she told him too, it was the least she could do to keep him strong. After that, he became a downright flirt.

That sort of behavior she could understand, even respect in a fashion. She also came to expect his manipulation, knew when he was throwing lines. Oliniss made it a game to play along. It was fun, trading barbs and purred compliments. It wasn’t until the tefling party that things took a turn. She could blame it on the booze, the atmosphere, the fact everyone was trying to get into everyone else’s pants. Still, when he propositioned her, she didn’t even want to say no. In that clearing, he was very good... too good... too practiced. She had seen enough slaves coming and going through her grand matron’s home to know he was behaving like one, one who used their body to please the one holding their leash. She had let the night unfold as it was wont to, tasting his body and fabricated passion. She let him lead, it was his show, whatever was playing in his mind. Oliniss couldn’t even say she didn’t enjoy his attentions. He made it very hard not to. Still, when he played it of as a bit of fun, she shrugged and questioned if he had any fun at all. Astarion had scoffed and pointed out to the fact that her thighs were still sticky with his.,,er..enjoyment. Oliniss had corrected him. His body had found release, his mind was the furthest from it.

Well, that had cooled their relationship a bit. He became wary of her, had more bitey barbs and fewer purred complements. The drow paid him little mind, and focused on the task at hand, getting the tadpoles out of their heads and stopping the Absolute. It had stayed that way through the hag’s hut, the mountain pass and the temple of Lathander. When Gale had brought up the fact that there might be something of note in the Underdark and that it might afford a better element of surprise, Oliniss refused, not wanting to venture back into her homeland, not wanting any of them to know what she came from. It was a snide comment from Astarion about a drow being afraid of the dark, that threw her into a rage. She had screamed at him, at them all. Telling them all abound the pain, the strife, that she had suffered under her Grand Matron. How she had been forced to kill her best friend, Urik because he was a male. She had been plucked from her mother’s arms, her mother having been deemed unworthy having birthed such a child as Uliniss. She would haven been killed by her Grand Matron if it wasn’t for the fact that she was of the blood of a powerful line of sorceress’. Astarion had been privy to her secret, it had been very hard for him not to be. Tears had been streaming down her face by the end of her tirade. The stunned faces of her companions drove her into the woods, running without a clue to where. Oliniss had stopped by an oak to calm down, leaning against it. Oh, gods what had she done? They would never look at her the same now. Closing her eyes, she tipped her head back and breathed in the night air.

“ Oliniss?” Came a soft voice, the voice of her recent tormentor. He wasn’t far, a few yards behind her tree. The hells did he want with her?

“ Go away, vampire! I wish not to speak to you.” She called out, eyes still closed.

There was blessed silence for a few moments and she opened her eyes to come face to face with said vampire. Her hand came out in instinct to the fright. He deftly dodged, enraging her. Lightning crackled at her fingertips.

“ You pompous ass! Get the hell away from me! Why must you always push, vampire? Wgy can you not leave well enough alone?!” Oliniss could feel her blood heat, a flush come to her cheeks and the lightning travelled down her arm.

Those garnet eyes simply looked at her, his head tilting slightly, silver curls falling over his brow and ears. He lifted a hand and held it out, almost as if he was trying to calm a frightened animal. She watched him warily, still ready to blast him into the next realm.

“Oliniss... I....” He started, his voice low, the tone not one she had heard from him often. It seemed ...contrite. He licked his lips and then looked her right in the eye and sighed.” You were right... that night....I... was not present with you. I have seduced many people, bringing them back to Cazador. For two hundred years, using my body, my voice , to do his bidding. Knowing I was bringing these people to their deaths...I distanced my mind from the act. It kept me safe. You... keep us safe...”

He had trailed off and looked away from her, shame coloring his words.” When you saw right through me, I lashed out.. You knew me, I couldn’t have that. I needed you to like me... to adore me. I needed to be safe.”

The lightning slowly crawled back up her arm and fizzled out in her hand. Her lilac eyes stared at him, looking over him. She looks to his hands and then reaches for one, holding it. Her anger simmered down to a soft heat as she thought about her words. "Astarion, there was no need for you to act with me...I would have given you my aid regardless.” His mouth opened to speak but Oliniss held up her other hand to still him.” Hush. I also know how it is to be a slave to someone, to be beholden to another and the lengths one will go to protect themselves. I trust you with my life, Astarion, every time I offer my neck to you. Every time we have a fight, you have my back and I have yours. I know it is hard to trust, you can trust me, Astarion. I mean, now that everyone knows, we might be the only two left.”

Astarion scoffs and looks at her sharply.” Nonsense. Do you really think they would leave because of your past? Darling, we are traveling with a bunch of weirdos, They allow a vampire to walk among them, for gods sake. There is a Sharrian here, a wizard with a bomb in his chest who has to eat all my good loot...”

The drow places a finger to his lips to stop his tirade, a deep chuckle in her chest. The pale elf stopped looked at her , a gleam in his eyes. His lips pressed to her finger, a soft kiss to her skin. Narrowing her eyes, she pulled her hand away. He caught it quickly and bent his head, a soft kiss to the back of her hand gifted.

“ I humbly beg your forgiveness for behaving the cad and beseech you to be merciful.” He murmured, hed still bowed to her hand.

Oliniss sighed and wiggled her hand away from him, bopping him with it, hand smacking the crown of his head.” Oh, do stop, Star. I forgive you, it was bound to come out sooner or later. As for that night.... All you need to do is be truthful with me. I want nothing from you that you are not willing to give. If there is something you need, tell me. If there is something bethering you, tell me. Alright?”

Her fingers went to his chin, lifting it up for him to look at her. The pose was slightly evocative , they way he looked , like a supplicant bowing to a mistress. Oliniss was caught by this, a soft flush stained the tips of her ears. He almost seemed caught by it it, his eyes softly unfocused, mouth parted slightly, the tips of his fangs showing. He blinked then and leaned back, a soft shake to his head and the moment past. Astarion gave a slight cough and shifted his body a bit away. Within moments, his face took on that rakish look and he bowed his head again.

“ I shall endeavour to keep you in the know, fearless leader.” He looked around then and sighed..” Now, can we go? Its been too long away . Who knows, we might go back to a massacre. They really have no idea how to act properly without you.”

Giggling, Oliniss stood up and brushed herself off. With a nod to him, they both turned and headed back to the camp.

~

Her thumb brushed over his knuckles in a soothing pattern, still waiting on some word from him. A slight fear went through her, as she watched him. He took a breath and then finally, looked up at her. His eyes were clear and focused, searching her face. He took another, seemingly cleansing breath and turned his hand in hers, palm to palm, lacing their fingers together, stopping her soothing motion.

“ I.. I feel terrible.” He said softly, tilting his head, his ears lowered a bit, looking weighed down. He could lie with words, but those ears he had no control over. “ I had a plan.. a nice, easy plan. Manipulate you, seduce you, have you fall in love with me so you would never turn on me. “ His words were halting, his eyes keeping focus on her own. She could almost be hypnotized by them.

“ You saw right thought it, of course, but perhaps not in the way you thought.” Astarion then looked away, a blunt tooth biting at his lower lip, worring it.” When you convinced me that I need not play this game with you, well.. I thought all I had to do was not..fall... for you..” There was a hesitance in his voice and his empty hand came up and hovered beside her jaw, waiting. Those garnet eyes found lilac once more and then, seeing no fear or concern, Astarion placed his cool hand on her jaw, cupping her face tenderly thumb brushing the apple of her cheek, back and forth.“ That's where whatever plan I had for myself fell apart. You’re incredible. It would take a man of stone not to fall for you, darling. You have been kind. You see me. You understand.” There is a softness in his face, his ears flicking back slightly, confidence coming into his words. Oliniss watched him, allowing him to say what he need to, enjoying his touch and closeness. This felt like a turning point for them, a moment in time that was precious. Astarion shifted closer to her, their knees touching. “ You deserve something real and I... I want to have something real... with you.”

The night was still, all murmuring had died outside. Just the faint crackle of the fire, some soft snoring and a soft rasp of a stone to metal. Lae’zel had first watch apparently. Oliniss looked into those softly glowing eyes, garnet pools of warmth. She let go of his hand and then reached up and placed her hand to cool on at her cheek. Closing her eyes, she nuzzled into his palm, feeling the slight catch of his skin where it had been subtly roughed by his use of daggers. She breathed in the scent of him. The citrus, herb and smoke. Under that, the cool loamy scent of earth, the grave, something that always clung to the undead no matter the perfume. It soothed her, the scent much like the underdark. No matter the trauma of her youth, that earthen scent still calmed her.

Oliniss knew that which no question was asked fully, an answer was expected. Opening her eyes, she gazed into his again. There was a vulnerably in his eyes, a current of fear. He was expecting rejection, hoping for acceptance. A soft smile graced her lips and she placed a hand on his unbeating chest.

“ I would like that very much, Astarion. Though, I do not want you to think you have to preform with me to keep my attentions. You have them. We will take this as slow as you might need or want. Let it grow and flourish naturally. Does that sound alright with you?” Keeping her eyes on him still, she turned her head and placed a soft kiss into his palm.

He stiffen slightly, a tremor going through his body, subtle. His lips parted and his ears perked. If he had fresh blood Oliniss no doubt would saw a flush on his cheeks. It was odd, in a way how a being who for two hundred years had seen most everything that could be done sexually to a person, and yet be taken aback of a simple, soft kiss. Sexuality, sensuality were not problems for him. Intimacy was. The pale elf swallowed and then let a slight smirk curl into his lips. He shifts a bit closer to her, crowding into her space, taking her face in his hands. Fingertips curl under her ears and into her pale hair, wrapping her locks around them.

“ That sounds like a marvelous idea, darling. Might I kiss you?” His voice lowered into that warm rumble she felt under her hand on his chest. The tone lacked the arrogance she had some to know from him. He was genuine, present. Curling her hand to to grasp his waist, she pulled him closer, almost onto her lap. This was were their difference in height was more greatly felt. The tall drow held the slightly smaller pale elf as he moved, slowly, gathering her face in his hands and then leaning down, his lips soft and smooth on her own. It was a chaste press at first, a test. Her hands moved to his lower back and pressed softly. Lips curved into a slight smile, Astarion tested the seam of her own with the tip of his tongue, asking her to open. Olniss parted her lips and invited him it, a hum on her throat. From there the kiss became far less chaste. Angling his head, he gripped her jaw, tilting her with him, plundering her mouth with smooth licks of his tongue, suckling on her lower lip. He showed care with his fangs, the faint scrape of them on her lips thrilling her slightly. It had been too long since she had felt them in her flesh. Gods, to have him sup from her throat again.. A rumbled groan echoed from his throat as he deepened the kiss, licking over her teeth pulling back to tease her plump lower lip with his blunt teeth. Breath he did not need, panted quickly over moistened flesh and then he pulled away and buried his face into the hollow of her throat, nose buried into her jugular. He breathed deeply and then a deeper, throatier groan escaped him. Oliniss felt the cool wetness of his tongue laving across her throat and collarbone before he stilled and wrapped his arms around her. The drow held him in her arms now. Sometime in the kiss, he had moved fully into her lap, legs spread over her thighs. One of her hands came up to the back of his head and her slim fingers played with the soft curls there. A soft moan vibrated at her throat and he lifted his head and stared at her. Eyelids heavy, the heat in his garnet gaze struck her.

“Forgive me, love. I have yearned to kiss you again for a while now. I have yearned for more then that as well....”He trailed off, gazing at her throat, at the slight indents of his scar upon her flesh. He had stopped drinking from her unless there was dire need, trying to distance himself from her and whatever shackles she could put on him. “ May I partake..? You smell so good...” There was a want in his voice and she knew he was hungry. He always was. Having hunted for his food in the weeks since the grove, she knew it wasn’t quite enough. Sure, he drank from any of the opponents and cultists they came across but he had said nothing compared to her blood. He wasn't starving but his need for her blood seemed to call to him. Lilac eyes took him in and then she shifted, pulling her loose shirt down a bit baring the left side of her throat to him. His eyes pinpointed on her neck, tongue licked at lips. His breathing hitched as he took one more look as her for confirmation. She nodded” Go ahead, Astarion. Sate yourself.”

As quick as he nature, he moved, tilting her head to the side and bring his face in her throat. She felt the coolness of his tongue, tasting her flesh, marking his spot. Then a flash of sharp, icy pain and numbing warmth that came after. He growled into her throat as the first drops of her blood hit his tongue causing her heart to race. Her hands lay flat on his back, holding him as he drank. Humming, she slowly leaned back, taking him with her as she reclined onto her pallet again, a more comfortable position if in case she felt faint. His fangs left her flesh but he kept licking at her wounds, coaxing more blood out of her. Closing her eyes, she trusted him to stop when he knew her body could safely give no more. Her hands moved soothingly up and down his back, feeling slightly lightheaded from blood loss. Sleepy headed, Oliniss noticed that his hips were rolling slightly as he cleaned up her neck. He was grinding down into her hip, the hard line of arousal pressing to her. On some level she knew that his physical arousal was tied into his bloodlust. It was an animal instinct, closely tied to the sating of one needs to fuel another. He was happy now, and in the happiness, his body strives to show a physical representation of it. Still, the thought he became hard from drinking from her caused her own body to heat and the warm aching pressure of her own desire flowed into her veins. She wanted him...

He must have realized what he was unconsciously doing because he stopped the motion of his hips and pulled away from her neck. He disengaged a bit from her and placed his hands on ether side of her shoulders, hovering over her. Blood, her blood, stained his lips and teeth. A thin line of it escaped the corner of his mouth. Her eyes hooded, she reached up and swiped her thumb through that blood, cleaning him up. She offered the blooded thumb up to him, eyebrow raised. With a shaky breath, he licked her thumb and then dipped his head to suck it into his mouth. Garnet eyes shutter as his mouth worked to clean every drop off her thumb. Humming, he slowly went to move away, his eyes opening, becoming focused.... panicked almost. Her hand stayed at his waist as she pulled him back, thumb still in his mouth, pressing him back where he was. Tilting her head, she pressed a bit harder and forced his hips to grind down again. The hardness she had felt had flagged slightly but it was still present. Her thumb moved out of his mouth and then ran along his bottom lip. Her movements were slow, giving him enough time to pull away again if this was not what was wanted. That pretty mouth parted and sighed shakily.

“ Darling, forgive me again. I got lost in your neck.” His voice was soft, hushed, the rasp of it wanting. He allowed his hips to be moved by her hand, pressing his renewed arousal into the hollow of her hip. The slow grind frayed at his nerves, pleasure spiking through his newly borrowed blood. A flush came into his high cheekbones and the tips of his long ears. A stuttered moan escaped him as he bowed his head, slightly lost in the aching pleasure of his body against her. “ Ah, Gods... love...”

Feeling warm and sleepy, Oliniss watched him, the slow grind of his body no longer being guided by her hand. He actively chased his own pleasure, rolling his hips fluidly. Taking his cheek in her hand, the drow forced him to look at her.” My Star...your need is great. Do you want this?” Her soft voice filtered into his ears, a soft sigh on his lips. A needy whimper followed as he felt himself harden to the point of pain, the fresh meal filling him out quickly. The friction of the clothing that separated them against his cock was maddening and yet felt so good at the same time. He opened his eyes and focused on her, keeping his mind fully present in the moment. “ Gods yes, darling... let me...” He reaches for her clothing only to be stopped by her hands.

“No, ussta ssinssrigg, your hunger has taken it’s toll. Your pleasure will give me pleasure. Give it to me, sweetling. Let me see you rut against me, find your release. Nothing would please me more then to see you come undone.” Oliniss purred, her voice deepening, a soft hiss to her voice as she reached down and cupped him through his breeches. Gods, he was hard, the hot weight of him in her palm made her mouth water and her insides clench. “ There will be time for other delights later, if you wish them.”

A soul deep groan came from him as he pressed against her hand, feeling it curl around him, her deft fingers quickly unlaced him She opened the packet and pulled his dripping length out. He was a mess, pent up and aching. Clear fluid dripped from the flushed head of his cock, down his length, soiling her hand, rolling over her fingers. Her hand gripped him, firm and tight and gave him a channel to fuck into. His own fluid slicked the way. It was obscene how wet he was. Setting himself on his hands and widening his thighs, he thrust his length into her grip, moving into and out of her grasp. “ Oh..fuck... yes...fuck love... so good.” He babbled, mindless in his need. Gods, he’d never been this wanton, giving up control of his pleasure to her. It made it more real, better and truer then any of the dalliances he had before. He kept thrusting, using her hand, the warmth of her palm searing him with delight. Her grasp reminding him of the clench of her body, how tightly she fitted around him on that evening. It felt like a lifetime ago and dull in comparison. As he rocked, his pace increasing with his pleasure, her unoccupied hand moved around his hip, pushing his breeches down over the curve of his ass, her fingers greedily gripping the flexing flesh. Cooing, Oliniss, smoothed her hand down and slinking her fingers down in the space between the glutes, her fingertips tapping softly on the furled skin of his hole. It was a soft knock at the door, so to speak. She knew his sexuality had far too few bounds, his leaning varied. She was proof of that. He was a hedonist, doing whatever felt good. She let her fingers rest there at that vulnerable spot, waiting. His hips lost their rhythm and he stuttered, gasping. He threw his head back and groaned, snarling slightly.” Do it... yes....fuck me with your fingers.” His raspy voice was not the same as the cultured purr of his seduction. This was raw, this was his desire, his want. It was his truest self.” Please, Oliniis, love... give it to me.”

Humming with satisfaction, the drow murmured a spell and her fingers became slick, the grease spell coating them and his cleft in a few seconds. Her fingers smoothed circled his tightly furled hole, stroking it, softening the muscle with the grease. His thrusts came quicker now, the pale form a panting mess above her, her love lost in the pleasure of his own body. Oliniss cooed and slowly worked her middle finger into his body, the grease helping the way. Fully seated, she let it rest there, looking up at his flushed face, her other hand tightening on his pulsing length. “ Oh you’re doing so well, ussta ssinssrigg. So beautiful like this, flushed and half mad with your need. So tight, so greedy. Fuck, I could ruin you. I know you prefer to be the hunter but I think a part of you yearns to be the hunted. You need it, don’t you? To be filled? A nice hard cock spreading this greedy little hole apart?” Oliniss hissed softly, her own cheeks flushed, the filth spilling off her tongue heating her own blood. The thought of it, this arrogant rake laid low beneath her..... Purring, she pulled her finger out of him almost all the way then came back with another, two slipping in, stretching him, slowly pumping in and out.

Astarion grips the pallet tighter, hunched over , loosing himself to the pleasure. One of his hands move to her stomach, pushing up her nightshirt, bunching it up and baring her glorious breasts, palm sized and lush. Dark nipples beaded in the cool air, her breasts jiggling slightly with his movements. His wetness drips onto her skin, painting her. The urge to cover her in his seed grips him. Gritting his teeth, he strives for her, the feel of her fingers spearing him at the same time as her other hand stroking his length overwhelming him. It is at that moment her clever fingers find the sweet spot within in.

A sly grin curls her lips as she feels the spongy bump within her lover’s body. With an almost vicious glee, she strokes it, pressing into him, her other hand actively stroking the thrusting hardness she holds.” Cum for me, sweetling, make a mess of me. Spill yourself on me.” A choked off scream comes from him, one of his hands coming up to clasp over his mouth. Grunting, he thrusts into her hand and back onto her fingers , on a tightrope between the two sensations. His mind reels with images, of him on his hands and knees, being plowed into the ground, legs spread wide, ass in the air, driving cock rearranging his insides. Gods, where..? Looking down with hazy eyes, he sees her focused on him, on driving him to completion. The tadpole.... she didn't... did she..? Eyes widen, the images still fresh in his brain, the taste of blood in his mouth. He bites into his lower lip, keeping back a scream as his back bows, giving into the blinding pleasure that consumes his mind.

Oliniss watches with delight as he cums gloriously, thick ropes of his seed covering her stomach and breasts. He seems to cum forever, more of the pearly white leaving her filthy.  She ruthlessy presses his sweet spot, milking him for all he can give her, stroking his cock till he shivers and whimpers, pulling back slightly. Panting with unneeded breath, Astarion groans, hips twitching, falling forwards onto his hands once more. A soft sheen of sweat covers his body, his curls are in disarray. A flush graces his cheeks and ears and down his throat. Oliniss watches him come down from his high, her hands stilled. She slowly slips her fingers out of him, a deep groan echoing in his chest, his hips moving back to follow , as if he didn't want to be empty. Interesting.

She does pull her fingers free and he whimpers before he turns slightly and falls onto his side beside her, staying clear of the mess he made on her. His head rests on her shoulder, his hand comes up and idly draws patterns in the cooling pool of his seed on her stomach. Astarion looks down at her, at the mess she is in, his eyes going to her breasts.  Before she can ask, he bends his head and drags his tongue along a line of his spend, cleaning her up slightly. His tongue follows up and his lips capture a nipple, sucking it into his mouth. Oliniss' stomach clenches, the pleasure zigging through her. Moaning softly, her hand goes up into her hair, her fingers threading through the curls as she enjoys his attention. She can feel her own body start to respond and that is when she grips his hair tightly and pulls his mouth off her. A gasp comes from him as he looks at her, eyes wide.

" Hmm as nice as that was, sweetling, I already said this was for you. I wanted to pleasure you. I did. I am sated." The Drow murmured and tightened her hand a bit more,  a hiss of soft pain coming from him, his cock giving a valiant twitch of interest. Satisfaction pooled in her stomach as a sweet smile graces her lips." Be a good boy, My Star, and rest. You've earned it. I"ll  clean myself  and we'll bide here awhile. You can stay here and trance with me, or leave to your own tent after you settle.  What do you wish?"

His heated red gaze searched her face before he settles at her side, curling into her, nuzzling her throat." I'll stay." The pale elf replies, grumbling only slightly as she gets up after, to grab a cloth and water. She wipes herself down and then moves to him,  moving him around to pull off his breeches and underwear and well as his shirt. She washes him tenderly, soft moans coming from him as she cleans him of the slick between his cheeks.  Laying back nude on her pallet, he paints a very delightful picture. Humming, she lays down beside him, gathering him up and pulling her blanket over them both. The dichotomy of her being clothed and him being nude is not lost on her, a sort of symbol of this developing dynamic. Whatever he wished from this relationship, she would do her best to keep him happy, to give him what he wants, what he deserves.  Calms settles over them both as he sleepily nuzzles into her throat, soft puffs of breath on her collarbone.  Her hand strokes his head, fingertips smoothing over the tips of his ears. He might not trance, he seems to be truly tired. Ether way, she will hold him  through the night.

" Thank you love." Astarion murmurs into her skin, soft and low. True sleep is taking him. Her heart beat quickens. She kisses his brow and sighs." Of course , sweet boy, anything for you."  With that , they drift,  holding one another against the darkness.

Chapter Text

The sounds of the water rushing around her caused Olinnis to almost enter a meditative state, not unlike Trancing. The water felt good on her skin, cool and crisp, the warmth of the sun making the air hot and hazy. As a person born in the Underdark, it took a long time for her to get used to sunlight and it's warmth and how it could heat the air. Humidity was ….different above ground. 

As it was, the days heat had driven her to the water when they made camp for the day, washing the sweat and grime from her dusky skin. Wadding rib high in the water, she washed her long white hair, untangling it. A small vial of hair oil bobbed in the water beside her, having been nicked from her… ah… what? Friend? Lover? Curiosity? Personal vampire?...

She was never one for many labels, not one to easily define relationships. What she had with Astarion wasn't casual per say. They agreed to remain exclusive with each other but they also hadn't been intimate for a few weeks now , not since the night in the underdark, in her tent.

Sure, there had been touches and soft kisses but that's as far as it went, physically. The flirting didn't stop. If anything it increased. Oliniss was of the opinion Astarion was unable to not flirt. He teased, baited and was quick with an innuendo. Some of it was smokescreen, some ment to get a reaction. Towards her, it was always true.

Sighing, the drow ducked down into the water to wash the excess citrus smelling oil out of her hair. She stayed under the water for a few moments and then surfaced, flicking her hair back like some nymph. Wiping water out of her eyes, her ears twitched at hearing a soft clapping sound. Turning, her lilac gaze caught the person of her thoughts sitting on a stump, smirking, hands clapping slowly, softly.

“ Bravo, darling. Such a display of form and grace. You look delightful dripping wet.” Red eyes gleamed and kissable lips smirked. His rolling accent curled at the edges of her ears.

Twisting her lips ruefully, Oliniss grabs the bobbing oil vial by her waist and slowly wades closer to shore. Waterdrops dance on her skin, beading over her full breasts and off her peaked nipples. They rolled down her sides, and over her stomach and down her hips. She stopped before the water went past her hips and held up the vial. 

“ I hope you don't mind. I snuck this out of your pack before I came here. You always have the best smelling treatments and nothing ever cleans my hair as good.” The sorceress shrugged, a smirk on her lips as she tossed the vial to him. Astarion caught it deftly and looked at it, pouting.

"I've a mind to make you pay for the ingredients for this, seeing that it's half empty now. “ The pale elf grumbled before pocketing the oil. He turned his attention back to the drow and then his eyes slowly turned soft and bright, eyelids hooding.

"Hmm, to be fair, seeing you like this might be payment enough.” A lip curls slightly, the point of a fang showing. Hmm, so he's being playful. She could do the same.

Looking him in the eye, lilac to ruby, she slowly places her hands on her shoulders, tilting her head this way and that, a soft moan on her lips. The water had helped with her tension but not all of it. Her gaze to his, she slowly smoothed her hands down to the tops of her breasts, paused, cocking a brow at him.

A soft rumbling chuckle came from him as he moved into a better viewing position on the stump.” My, my. Naughty. Out here , in the open, touching yourself ? Anyone could come by and see…”

Oliniss kept the pose, a small smile gracing her lips.” Well, we both know we'll hear anyone coming before it's too late. However, the viewing of my body was payment for the vial..anything from here on out you have to pay for…”

A slight frown marred his brow as he tilted his head, lips pursed.” Pay for? What price are you asking for, darling?” She has his interest now, just from that look and the way he had unfolded his legs and leaned his elbows on them, leaning forward for a better look.

Humming, Oliniss did a slight turn in the water, letting him see her back and the swell of her hips, the tops of her plush ass. A faint groan came from him. She knew he loved the shape of her behind, she had caught him staring many times. Didn't help she forgone the robes for breeches years ago.

Smiling, the drow turned back around and then tilted her head. “The only payment I require to give you a lovely show is for you to. Be. Good.” Her hands slide down more, close to cupping her full breasts, her hips swaying as she moves a bit closer, teasing the full exposure of her body.

“ No matter what I do, no matter what you see, all you can do is be a good boy, and watch. Can you do that, lovely? Can you be good for me?”

There was a pause, a stillness. She waited for confirmation, eyes on him. His unneeded breath had caught in his chest, his eyes grew slightly wide and his mouth parted, tongue having wetted the bottom lip. She knew if he had fresh blood, he would have a soft flush, a very cute and arousing blush to his skin. “ If I don't agree or if I can't help myself?” Came the soft question from him, voice rough with desire.

Shrugging her shoulders, Oliniss took her hands off her chest and placed them on her hips.” Then the display stops, we go back to our lovely banter, I finish washing and you can go back to camp and bother Gale again.” Her tone was soft and playful, leaving the choice up to him on how they would proceed. As she waited,she took up her long hair off her shoulder and started to wring it out, fresh droplets rolling down her skin.

Astarion seemed to be in some internal argument with myself, lips pursed, brow frowned, eyes narrowed. He looked slightly petulant. She had no doubt he was trying to figure out a way to not get caught being a ‘ bad boy’ and ultimately he knew he wouldn't get away with it. Sighing, he looked back up at her and hummed.“ I…I can do it. I can be good….Do your worst , Darling.” Head up, chin tilted, almost looking down his nose at her. My, what a haughty image. How long till it crumbled?

Bowing her head, she brought her hands back up and did not waste time with a tease. Her hands cupped her breasts, giving them a slight squeeze. Gods, she'd wanted to touch herself all day. Tilting her head back, her hips rolled as her thumbs found her peaked nipples, gone slightly soft during the conversation. They quickly stiffened as a low moan escaped her.

An answering moan was stifled from the shoreline. She knew of his… oral fixation, and had benefited from it a few times. His mouth must be watering at the sight of her aching nipples. 

“ You can speak, Ussta Ssinssrigg . I want to hear your noises. Hold not your tongue but your hands.” The drow sighed as she twisted those hardened peaks into aching stiffness, a deep ache echoing in her belly and down further. She throbbed slightly, under the water. Oliniss knew it would soon become apparent her need was. She was never one to touch herself so openly, in such bright and plain view. It added to the thrill of this.

“ Does my good boy want these in his mouth, suckling on them? Does he want to bite them, drink from them like a babe?” Her voice deepens as she talks, desire husking her tone. Humming, she squeezes them hard, gasping at the fullness, the slight pain.

Groaning from the riverbank, Astarion has spread his legs and leaned back on the stump, fingers digging into his thighs. He licks his lips and sighes “ Oh hells, darling, yes. Tasting your flesh , feeling your nipple bead on my tongue as I drink your blood….” He shivers, a slight tilt of his hips, back flexing. She knows his arousal, so quick to the surface from only a few touches. He must be as pent up as she is.

Humming, she gives her nipples one last tug and then slowly smoothes her hands down her sides and over her stomach. “ Hmmm, I like when you drink from me there. Hells, I like when you drink from me anywhere. “ Breathy sighes escape her as she moves further out of the water, teasing. 

He leans forward again, wanting to be close to her, wanting to touch her, breathe her in, taste her. Her hands move down, over her hips, down the vee of them, fingertips stopping just there. She has controlled herself so far but if she goes farther it will be harder to turn back.

Looking at Astarion again, Oliniss tilts her head and surveys his condition. Soft breaths pant out of him, his eyes fixated on her, lips wet, legs spread wide. His hands are crushing the fabric of his breeches in his bid to be good. Those breeches hide nothing, his hard cock flush and wanting under the breeches, bulging it out. He is primed and needy but being good. He deserves a treat.

"Hmmm, look at you. Darling boy, you are so wanting. Pent up. Have you not been taking care of yourself these past few weeks? You haven't visited my tent since that night in the underdark. I had thought I went too far, too fast for you. Was that the case?” Oliniss kept her voice soft and husky, watching him.

Shaking his head a bit, the pale elf smoothed his hands on his thighs, chuckling soft “ No Darling, I enjoyed every second of that night, maybe a little too much. For the past 200 years, I have been under Casador’s control. No longer that being the case, I threw myself into taking that control back. I have been thinking about it since.. that night and… I like both… having control and being controlled. Only with you though, only you can command me.” His cultured tone goes husky as he gazes ro the side, avoid her eyes.” I have ..tried.. to take care of myself since that night… it has ether ended with me frustrated or left unsatisfied. “

Cooing in empathy, Oliniss sighes” I as well dearest, nothing has satisfied me these past few weeks, as much as your touch, your mouth, your body.” Murmuring, Oliniss bit her lip and then swayed her hips, feeling devilish.” I know you caught me talking with Halsin, and no, I didn't .. sample him…I asked him to make me something. He's very good with wood and a knife. It helped but it wasn't you.”

Confused, Astarion leaned back and tilted his head” what do you mean….” a sharp gasp came from his throat as he felt the tadpoles connect. The drow moaned softly as she opened her mind to let him see.

Images flashed in his mind , as a course of sensations filtered through his body. He saw her, kneeling on her pallet, head tilted back and moaning. The dusky dark of her skin was shiny with sweat in the candle light. He felt the weight of her arousal, felt it gather in his loins and harden his cock even further. His hips flexed at the sensation , thrusting into nothing. Gasping ,his eyes closed as he tilted his head back, moaning. Astarion felt in then, the full weight of a cock spreading him open, sinking deep. The hardness pressed against everything, caused him to see stars. 

His hands clenched on his thighs, his hips rolling, pressing down on that phantom cock. Opening his eyes, he looked at his lovely drow as saw her in much the same state, reliving the sensations. He could also see her own arousal now making itself known above the water’s edge. Flushed dusky pink cockhead dripping water and precum, curving up towards her stomach. The vampire spawn chuckled.

“ Hmmm, it seems, my sweet, your little gamble has backfired on you.” He didn't have long to revel in her state before another wave and sensation gripped him. The fullness inside him shifted, thrusted and pulled. Gods below, he felt like he was being fucked and he still had all his clothes on.

Images again in the forefront of his mind, her slowly riding a thick wooden cock, sinking and raising herself on it, the phallus secured by a weight at the base. Oil dripped down her thighs, grease easing the way. One hand was on her breast , the other stroking her hardened member. Hand was greased and she was not being gentle with herself, squeezing hard and stroking deep.  

Groaning, he knew the feel of that cock in his hand, the sensation tainted by dissociation. He did know the taste of it, of her. He needed to have it in his mouth one night before they entered the Underdark. He had never had it inside him. What he was feeling was just the full weight of Halsin’s good work.

His stomach tensed as his hips rolled and thrust in time with hers, both of them lost in the sensations. He moaned, a whimper aching in his throat as he watched that pretty cock of hers harden fully, tip barely touching her tense stomach.” Have I not been good for you, darling? I've not touched myself once, done nothing to relieve this ache you have bestowed upon me. Please… let me touch… let me do something but wallow in need”

Sighing, her cheeks flushed, Oliniss brought her hand to her hardened cock and stoked it slowly.” Hmm you have been so good for me, sweet boy. You do deserve a reward. Touch yourself good boy and let me bring us both to release.”

Her praise shivered up his spine and made him feral. He wasted no time opening the packet of his breeches and pushing them and his underwear down his thighs, releasing his pale cock. It was wet, precum dribbling down the length, angry and hard. Astarion could not hold back the whimper as he gripped his aching length and started to stroke it, in time with her own strokes. 

Purring, Oliniss matched his pace and opened her mind again, the tadpoles connecting easily. Both of them moaned now, caught in the shared vision. Astarion replacing her with himself, riding that thick wooden cock. It filled him up so good, felt warm within him,almost like flesh and blood. Growling, he drove himself on that phantom cock, hand striping his own cock without care, feeling his need pulse within him. 

A soft, deep chuckle came from Oliniss as the scene changed, no longer was he ridding a carved cock but now a warm weight sat behind him, thick thighs between his spread legs. Hands grasped his hips, pulling him down into a warm, pulsing cock. On the stump his back bowed, his cock dribbled more thick pearly precum as his balls tightened.

“ OH, sh…shit…Oliniss… is that…” Astarion gasped, rocking back, head tossed, no longer watch the drow, lost in the scene playing in his mind.” Ah, fuck…fuck… that's you… your cock in me…”

The scene becomes more clear in his mind as he can feel her wet lips kiss along his throat as he takes his pleasure from her. She murmurs sweet filthy words into his ear, on how good he is, on how tight and wonderful his body feels,on how he was made for this, to be pleasured. The scene shifts and he is on his knees, head pillowed in his arms, much the same as the vision she gave him in the Underdark. Back arched, legs spread, her behind him, holding his hips, pounding into him. His cock hangs full and hard between his thighs, untouched, swaying with the force of her thrusts. 

Astarion hears himself moan, wounded, and realizes that it's out loud. Opening his eyes, slivers of red gaze at her, now fully out of the water, leaning against a tree beside him. Her head tilted back, looking debauched. She’s panting, deeply, hips thrusting, her hand tight around her own cock. Groaning, she gazes at him too, their eyes lock. 

" God's, I can almost feel you under me, around me. You’re so tight.” Sweat gathers on her skin as her hips roll, grinding her palm against her pulsing cock. Licking her lips, her fingers catching the roll of her wetness off the tip, showing him. “ Do you want a taste, good boy?”

Her sultry voice curls around his ears and he cannot stop himself from moving from the stump, sinking down to his knees before her. Breeches bunched around his knees, cock hard and leaking, he looks up at her hungrily before grasping her hand and sucking her finger into his mouth. He doesn't ask, he just takes, so driven by his need is he.

 Humming, Oliniss watches his eyes close, the cool wetness of his mouth tugging at her finger. Her hand comes up and buries in his curls, tugging them slightly, her thumb smoothing along the edge of his ear to the tip. He shutters as he sucks and then let's go, eying her cock before looking at her.

“ Let me taste you fully, I want you in my mouth.” Astarion husks, licking his lips. A growl curls in her throat as she moves slightly, her hand in his hair forcing his head back a bit. Her cockhead slightly grazes his chin, smearing his pale skin with her seed. His eyes shutter, a look of wanton lust on his face. His mouth opens for her without asking, waiting for her to use it.

Taking herself in hand, she places the head onto his lips and rests it there for a moment.” Open wider, good boy and let me give you your treat.” He opens his mouth wider, his fangs plainly sewn. She knows he can be careful with them. He has had her in his mouth before but he was more in control of that encounter.

Slowly, Oliniss feeds him her cock, holding his head and then inching her length in. She stops when she feels him swallow around her. The drow knows he doesn't need to breathe but he does like to be able to. He sucks on her, the cheeky bastard, and that causes her hips to buck, driving her cock deeper into his mouth and a bit down his throat.  

One of his hands come up to grab at her hip, thumb smoothing her skin. He is alright. Humming, she comes his curls with her fingers and then leans back.” Go ahead good boy, have a good taste of me.”

That is all the permission he needs. Groaning, he pulls back slightly only to stuff her cock back in again, each pass taking more and more of her in until his nose pressed to her belly….She slowly thrusts with him, fucking his mouth as he sucks on her. His groans vibrate on her flesh. This will not take long with how keyed up they both are. His hand is back at his own cock, stroking it quickly in time with his sucks.

All she can do is lean back and moan, petting his hair and ears as he sucks her soul through her cock. Oliniss can feel the pleasure build in her belly, her tight balls pulled up to her body.

"Let me use your mouth , good boy. Let me give you my cum.” She whispers. She feels his mouth go slack as his hand speeds up on his cock, whines escaping his throat. Looking down, his ruby gaze is on her, open, eyes glassy. Growling, both her hands grab his head as she snaps her hips forwards, driving her cock down his throat.

"OH, such a pretty boy. So good for me, taking my cock so well. You love it don't you? My cock in your mouth, down your throat, letting me use you like my own personal fuck toy? Oh, yes, keep stroking your pretty cock good boy, I want you to come with me” The drow sorceress mutters such filth as she thrusts, feeling her completion upon her. Astarion whines and moans with each thrust, tears streaming down his cheeks, lips spread wide and sloppy. The sight undoes her.

Astarion pulls back, pulls his mouth off of her until only the tip of her cock rests on his tongue. Opening his eyes , he looks up at her as he licks at the flushed head, a slight smirk on his bruised lips. His empty hand comes up and wraps around her cock, stroking it's slick length.

" Yes darling , give it to me. So close, I can't stop… come with me, love.” Heated words hiss from his lips, voice deep and raspy from her misuse of his throat. Lust and desire strain at him as his hands blurs on his cock, a constant drip of spend pooling on the ground beneath him. Her pale lover, her sweet vampire , kneeling before her about to come undone, wanting her cum, wanting to taste it.

Taking his hand off her cock, she places it on her lower belly, curling around her hip. Her hand takes up the stroking, slick slapping sounds echo in the forest from both of them, so close now. Oliniss can feel the coil tighten as she pants, moans resonating in her throat. Her head tips back but she keeps her eyes on him. He readies himself, mouth open, tongue licking at his lips. Soft ,breathy moans whisper across the head of her cock as she places it again on his tongue. She can feel it gathering and then without warning she can hold on no longer.

“ OH…oh! Yes! Take it..uhh..take it lovely one.” Oliniss watches as her pearly spend shoots out of her cock and onto his tongue, the pleasure raking through her. His eyes close, a strangled groan in his throat as he tastes her and then his own body finds its release. He whimpers through it as he spills onto the ground, messy and wet.

She coaxes more of her seed out ,wringing herself dry and sensitive. His mouth is filled with her creamy cum and he looks debauched and wild. White curls a mess around his face and ears, sweat dotting his brow. She watches him come down from his climax enough to open his eyes and look at her. The pale elf pointedly makes a show of closing his mouth and swallowing, a satisfied rumble in his chest. 

Sighing he sits back on his heels, breeches undone and wrinkled, softening cock resting on his thighs. A high pitched, tittering laugh escapes him as he leans back, panting like had run from here to Baldur's Gate and back. Leaning back on his hands, unashamed in the display of his body, Astarion looks at her and sighes.

“ My love, you have ruined me for all others.” His words are light and heady and he struggles to right himself, kept basking tin the afterglow. The tall drow , unsteady on her feet, moves down to sit next to him. She takes his face in on of her hands, thumb on his cheek and leans in, softly kissing his swollen lips. She can taste herself, musky and salty, on his tongue as he deepens the slow kiss, his own hand coming up to thread through her damp hair.

It is a gentle kiss, a grounding kiss. Both of them need it. Sighing, she pulls back and places her brow upon his.“ Well, now I am filthy again and so are you, love. Come , let's get you out of these clothes and into the water.” Oliniss murmured , smoothing a hand down his still clothed chest, pushing the soft ruffle out of the way to touch slightly damp cool skin.

“ Hmm, who's fault is that?” Astarion chuckles and then sighs, slowly peeling off his shirt and kicking off his shoes.” As you say, my love. I leave my care to your tender mercies.”

With that they get him undressed, and fold his clothes near her own. Wading into the cool water, Oliniss gathers him up, pressing soft kisses to his shoulders and brow, happy. They wash the sweat and cum from their skin, hands soft and sure on each other.

Astarion takes every chance he can to touch her, hands smoothing over her curves, her stomach, arms. While they have no soap, the hair oil does a good job of cleaning their skin as well. Her hands massage his scalp as she coats his curls in the oil, being careful with his lovely hair.

After her pale lover dunks himself, his shiny curls gleam in the fading light. He has been quite through most of the bath, unusual for him to be contemplative after sex. Placing a hand on his chin, Oliniss stills him and has him look at her. His eyes are cleared, shiny rubies holding nothing from her save a slight shadow.

“ Are you well, Astarion? Did I do anything that made you uncomfortable?” A palpable worry darkened her eyes. She knew that he had an issue with saying no, still. Despite all he had done to regain himself, he still had the conditioning to please, even when it wasn't in his best interest.

A deep breath filled his chest and he tilted his head slightly, reaching for her hand to move it to his jaw. He proceeded to nuzzle it, placing a soft kiss on her palm. He stood like thus for a few moments, eyes closed before a very small smile curled his lips.

" You know, I have used my body for a very long time at the whims of a sadistic bastard. It is hard to even know what my true preferences are. Most of the time, to get the targets demanded , I was the aggressor. Very few times did I have to play the Pursued. These past weeks I've come to realize I enjoy both roles , however, I have far more experience in one over the other.” Her pale love shifts closer to her in the water, their stomachs barely touching. Astarion reaches for her and cups her cheek,thumb smoothing her cheekbone.

" I feel safe with you. I know you will never hurt me and I know you would stop if I asked you to, no matter what. I meant what I said when I said I want something real with you. This little…scene.. has forced me to think about what I truly want.” His arm wraps around her waist, pulling her skin to skin. He is not a short man but she still stands a head taller than him. Smirking, she bows her head and kisses his brow, his eyelids, nose, anywhere her lips can reach." So, what do you want, good boy?” Playful tones husk out of her mouth and she breathes in his scent.

"You, in any way I can have you.” Astarion says simply, his head tipping to slot his lips against hers in a smooth, heated kiss. Her hands go to her lower back pressing him to her. The drow sways them both in the water, relishing his sweet kiss. Humming she can feel the soft stirring of his renewed lust against her hip. Before she can break this and cheekily ask for another round, a slight cough echoes from the treeline Next to the riverbank.

Her ears twitch as she breaks the kiss, turning him in the water, her back now to the bank. No one has seen his back. Turning her head, she catches roan hair and red skin peaking between the trees.

“ Oi, if you two love birds are done making me jealous, mind finishing up your little sex bath, yeah? Grub’s on.” Karlach’s dulcet tones echo from the trees, a laugh in her voice.

" Won't be a moment.” Oliniss calls out, a blush darkening her dusky skin. She can hear Karlach walk away, laughing under her breath. Sighing, she looks to Astarion who seems amused, a grin on his lips, fang tip poking out.

" To be continued, then?” He nudges her hips in a not so subtle press of his half hard cock to her hip. Humming, the drow smirks and then presses a quick, chaste kiss to his lips.

" Indeed, my love. However, let's not weeks go by this time,hmm?” 

With that, they climb out of the water, dry themselves with the clothes she brought. They dress quickly and then walk hand in hand back to camp.