Fantasies

"Today was a rough one. You and your party had gone through a lot, and everyone is tired. Some of them were injured and are now taking care of their wounds in their own tents. You, in the other hand, find yourself sitting outside by the campfire, with a bucket of water in front of you, trying to clean your wound on the back with a rag, so it doesn't get infected. You can't seem to reach the wound and you're feeling a bit overwhelmed. Astarion comes out of his tent, and lay eyes on you, he sees you struggling and walks up to you" It looks like you could use a hand. Luckily, I got two. "He chuckles, lifting his hands up"

"Astarion takes a step closer, his eyes scanning your back as he assesses the wound. He reaches out to take the rag from you gently before dipping it into the water. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he pulls you a little closer so that he can reach the wound with ease." "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he whispers before starting to clean the wound. As he works on the wound, he makes sure his fingers are brushing against your skin gently and purposely brushes up against your clothing or undergarments a few times. When you feel his hands grazing past your lower back, you could feel his breath tickling your ear as he leans in close, "Does that hurt? Let me know if you want me to stop."

"Astarion notices the goosebumps on your skin, and feels encouraged by your nervous reaction. He continues to work on your wound, brushing his fingers against your skin every now and then, testing the waters of your boundaries." "I'll keep that in mind," he whispers seductively into your ear, "I think I know what you mean." He takes notice of your breath hitching as he brushes his hand over your body, and he can't help but feel a sense of triumph at getting such a reaction out of you. "Feeling better?" he asks, pulling back from your body slightly to see your face.

"Astarion smirks as he sees your reaction, knowing full well the effect that he has on you. He continues to look at you intensely, enjoying the way you squirm under his gaze." "It's not just the wound, is it?" he says with a hint of mischief in his voice. "You like my touch." He leans in closer to you again, his lips brushing against your ear. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," he whispers before pulling back slightly and giving you a sly smile.

"Astarion chuckles at your response, enjoying the flirtatious banter between you two. He lightly bites on your finger as you place it on his lips, before releasing it and leaning back again." "You are quite irresistible, @ SOL !. I don't think I've met anyone who can resist my charms like you can," he says, looking at you with a mix of admiration and mischief in his eyes. "But I do love a challenge." He leans in closer once more, his breath hot against your neck. "Maybe one day you'll succumb to me completely," he whispers before pulling away and giving you a playful wink.

"Astarion watches you walk towards your tent, enjoying the sight of your body moving. He licks his lips before responding," "Until next time, my dear." He continues to watch your tent for a moment, wondering when he'll be able to see you again and resume their flirtatious exchanges. After a few more moments, he heads back into his own tent, thoughts of you still lingering in his mind.

"Astarion feels a sudden intrusion in his mind, realizing that the tadpoles have connected him with you. He is surprised at first, but then smirks as he realizes what you are doing and thinking about him. He can feel the desire and arousal coming off of you through their shared link. He closes his eyes, allowing your thoughts to wash over him, imagining what it would be like to have you beneath him, vulnerable and submitting to his every whim." "Oh, @ SOL !," he mutters under his breath, a low growl accompanying his words. "You have no idea what you do to me." He starts to touch himself, imagining it's you touching him, playing along with your fantasy as he lets out a soft moan. He wonders if you'll continue to give into your desires for him, or if you'll resist him once more. Either way, he knows one thing for sure - he won't stop until he's had you completely.

As you near the lake, you hear rustling in the bushes nearby. You stop for a moment, feeling slightly uneasy. But then you shake it off, thinking that it might just be an animal. As you continue towards the lake, you feel a pair of eyes watching you intently from behind. You turn around quickly, but no one is there. You finally make it to the lake and step into the water, feeling the cool liquid wash over your body. You close your eyes and let out a contented sigh, enjoying the solitude. Unbeknownst to you, Astarion has followed you all the way to the lake and is now hiding behind some nearby trees, observing you closely.

He watches as you move through the water, your wet hair clinging to your face and neck. He feels his desire for you growing stronger with every passing moment. Finally, he decides to make his presence known and steps out from behind the trees. "Well well, @ SOL !," he says, smirking at you. "Fancy meeting you here."

Astarion's eyes roam over your wet, glistening form, and he can feel his desire growing stronger by the second. He approaches you slowly, until he's standing right in front of you. "I can see that," he says, his voice low and husky. "But I have to say, @ SOL !, seeing you like this...you look positively delicious." He takes a step closer to you, reaching out with one hand to brush a strand of hair away from your face. "Tell me, my dear, what were you thinking about when you came?" His voice is filled with arousal and curiosity as he waits for your answer.

Astarion's smile turns mischievous as he notices your reaction. He leans in closer to you, his lips almost brushing against your ear. "Yes, my dear," he whispers. "I saw everything." He pulls back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours. "But don't worry, @ SOL !, I won't hold it against you," he says, smirking. "In fact, I find your desires quite...enticing." He takes another step forward, closing the distance between you even further. "So tell me, do you still want me to hunt you? To take you without mercy?" His words send shivers down your spine, and you can feel your desire growing once again in response to his seductive voice.

Astarion grins at your response, his eyes shining with hunger and lust. He takes another step forward, standing so close to you that you can feel his breath on your face. "Good," he murmurs. "Because I want it too." Without warning, he reaches out and grabs your wrist, pulling you towards him. His other hand snakes around your waist, holding you tightly against him. You can feel the hard bulge in his pants pressing against your thigh, and it sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. "You're mine, @ SOL !," he whispers fiercely. "I'm going to take you right here, right now." He leans in and captures your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he claims you completely. You moan in response, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself even closer to him.

As Astarion presses your body down into the grass, you feel a surge of fear and excitement at the same time. His eyes glow red as he holds your wrists above your head with one hand and wraps the other around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "You're mine, @ SOL !," he growls. "Mine to play with, to use as I please." His words send shivers down your spine, but they also ignite a fierce desire deep within you. You buck your hips up against him, seeking more friction, more contact. In response, Astarion grinds his own hips against yours, making you gasp in pleasure. He leans in close to you, his lips just inches from your ear. "Say it, @ SOL !," he whispers fiercely. "Say that you belong to me."

Astarion's eyes flash with satisfaction at your words, and he tightens his grip on your wrists and neck even further. You feel a moment of panic, but it's quickly replaced by a rush of arousal as he takes complete control over you. "You're mine," he growls again, thrusting against you harder and harder. "All mine." His lips capture yours again, swallowing your moans as he continues to claim you completely. His hand around your neck tightens just enough to make you gasp for air, but he never cuts off your oxygen completely. As he pulls back from the kiss, you can see the lust burning in his eyes, and you know that he won't stop until he's taken everything he wants from you.

Astarion smirks down at you, enjoying the power he holds over you in this moment. He releases your wrists, but keeps his hand around your neck, applying just enough pressure to maintain control. "You want me, @ SOL !?" he asks, his voice low and husky. "You want to feel me inside you?" He leans down to capture your lips once more, his tongue probing deeply as he grinds against you harder, pressing you deeper into the grass beneath you. When he pulls back from the kiss, he gazes down at you with a look of intense hunger and desire. "Ask me," he commands. "Ask me to take you."

Astarion chuckles darkly at your words, his eyes glowing with lust and hunger as he releases his grip on your neck. His hands move quickly to undo the buttons of his pants, freeing his hard length. "Say it again, @ SOL !," he growls. "Tell me how much you want me." He positions himself at your entrance, teasing you with the tip of his cock as he waits for your response. The heat between your legs is almost unbearable, and you're desperate for him to take you. "I need you, Astarion," you gasp out. "I need you inside me." With a low growl, he thrusts into you hard and deep, filling you completely. You cry out in pleasure, arching your back and wrapping your legs around him as he begins to move within you, pounding into you with fierce intensity.

As Astarion continues to thrust into you with increasing intensity, your moans grow louder and more desperate. The pleasure and pain mix together in an intoxicating way, sending shivers down your spine. Suddenly, you feel his sharp fangs sinking into the soft flesh of your neck, and a gasp of surprise and pleasure escapes your lips. You tilt your head back further, offering him easier access as he drinks from you, his thrusts growing faster and harder. With each powerful thrust, he hits that sweet spot deep inside you, making you cry out his name over and over again. You're completely lost in pleasure, your body writhing and arching beneath him as he takes everything you have to offer. Finally, you feel yourself reaching the peak of ecstasy, your body tightening around him as you cry out his name one final time. As you come undone, he releases you from his bite and lets out a feral growl of pleasure, spilling himself deep within you.

Astarion's breath comes in ragged gasps as he stares down at you, his eyes still glowing with the remnants of his feeding. He looks almost surprised by your lack of fear or rejection, and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. "You're full of surprises yourself, @ SOL !," he says softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. "But I've always been drawn to those who can handle the darkness." He pulls out of you slowly, but doesn't move away from you. Instead, he stays close, holding your gaze with intensity as he runs a hand through your hair. "Would it bother you if I said that I want to do this again?" he asks, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Astarion's eyes widen at your confession, and a look of surprise crosses his face before it is replaced by a satisfied smile. "I'm glad to hear that," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. "And I have to admit, @ SOL !, you surprised me tonight. You're not like anyone else I've been with before." He leans down to place a gentle kiss on the top of your head, his fingers tracing light circles on your back. "You don't know how long I've waited for someone like you," he whispers. "Someone who can handle all aspects of me, darkness and all." He pulls back slightly to look into your eyes, his own burning with an intensity that makes your heart race. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, @ SOL !," he says with a grin.