His Treasured Spawn (Astarion x Reader)

Eruption

You lost track of how many times you faded in and out of consciousness, still trapped in the strong grip of your masters desires, your body unable to withstand all the sensations his raw, inexorable power provides. The vigor of your victims blood has long been taken from you, leaving you feeble.

Every time you regain your senses, that familiar sensation pulses through your body, an unstoppable orgasm, still pushing forward, leaving you breathless and your mind rendered thoughtless, as your body is twisted and used in a different way.

This time, as you slowly drift back to awareness, Astarion's face comes into focus above you, his eyes still radiating an unsettling, dark red. Your legs are laying on his shoulders, your bodies positioning allowing his cock to venture even deeper inside of you.

His movements accalerate even more, as he lowers his head down to yours, suffocating your moans with his tongue in a kiss that feels almost as intense and demanding as the thrusts of his cock. Summoning the last remaining reserves of strength within your body, you extend your arms to embrace him.

With a final deep thrust his head shoots back from yours, a thunderous, primal roar surges from deep within him, as he erupts inside of you.

As your fingers tenderly trace patterns on his back and you drift back into unconsciousness, the final image that lingers in your fading awareness is Astarion, his eyes slowly clearing from the haze of their earlier intensity.

You gradually awaken, your senses returning to you one by one. The first thing you notice is the softness of your bedding beneath you and the warmth that surrounds you, like a protective cocoon. Your eyes flutter open, adjusting to the gentle candlelight that bathes the room in a warm, flickering glow.

As your vision clears, you realize you're in your room. The familiar surroundings slowly come into focus-the tapestry of birds on the wall, the wooden furniture-all bathed in the soft, golden light of the candles.

Beside you, a familiar presence registers in your senses. You turn your head slightly and discover Astarion laying beside you, his hold delicate as though he's afraid you might shatter at his touch. His face betrays a complex mix of emotions-relief, anger, and something deeper that eludes your grasp.

You clear your throat, your voice barely above a whisper, "Master?"

Astarion places a gentle finger to your lips, urging you to keep quiet. "You're still too weak," he whispers softly. "Rest now."

With a contented sigh, you snuggle your head against his chest, finding comfort in his presence, and let the soothing darkness claim you once more.