The last few days have been fucking insane. Freeing Nightsong, defeating Ketheric Thorme, fighting a god - and somehow, you and your companions are all still alive.
You're on the road to Baldur's Gate and it's the first time you've had a little bit of peace and quiet in what feels like a long time. In reality, it's been more like two days, but these may have been the longest two days of your life.
Of course, there's still so much looming over you, but you're not gonna save the world in one day, so you might as well use this chance to get a bit of a breather. All of you desperately need it.
Astarion and you agreed to meet in a little barn outside of camp while the others sleep.
Astarion's already there when you arrive, sitting on a stack of hay. He looks strangely out of place here, between the hay, dirt, and some tools lying around.
"Hello, beautiful," he greets you and holds out his hands. When you take them, he guides you to sit on his lap.
"Hello, gorgeous," you say back.
He kisses you softly.
"You still remember that night we spent in your tent, don't you, darling?" You nod. "There's something you said that night I have been thinking about."
You think back, wondering what he might mean. "What is it?"
"You told me you wanted me to use you for my own pleasure. Is that something you still want?"
You bite your lower lip and nod.
"What does that look like, in your mind?"
You suddenly feel a bit shy. He's never given you any reason to, but you still struggle with articulating your fantasies sometimes.
"Well, uhm, you're always really good at taking care of me. Making sure I come when we have sex. Usually more than once."
He smirks, clearly pleased with himself.
"And don't get me wrong, I love that you do that. So much." You smile at him, still a bit nervous. "But just once, I'd like you to, uhm, not care about my needs? Just use my body in whatever way gives you pleasure. Chasing your own orgasm, not caring about mine. Ordering me around or just making me do what you want me to. I- does that make sense?"
Astarion smiles and caresses your check with his hand. "You're so sweet when you're nervous, pet. Yes, that makes sense."
"Is that something that you think you might be into?"
"Making you do whatever I want? Yes, that should work wonderfully." He smiles that dangerous smile of his.
"That includes biting me, if you want." You feel yourself blushing more deeply.
Astarion hums deeply. "If you're sure, darling." He kisses your neck.
"I am," you say, smiling.
He looks at you for a moment, biting his lower lip, and you can all but see the dirty thoughts crossing his mind.
"Get up," he growls. Fuck, you're already getting wet.
You do, and with him still sitting, his eyes are on level with your breasts. He's staring unabashedly at them. "Take off your shirt." When you start to pull it off, he tells you, "Slowly."
You pull up your shirt, ever so slowly exposing more of your skin. Astarion just sits there, staring at your body. There's so much desire in his eyes, you know that he's imagining the things he's going to do to you. Your mind runs with ideas of what those things might be.
When your shirt is fully off, he grabs your thighs and pulls you closer so you're standing between his legs. He opens the clasp of your bra and pulls it off.
"Beautiful," he murmurs. Astarion leans forward and takes your nipple in his mouth. He sucks on it and bites it once it's hard, one of his fangs sinking into the skin around your nipple. You groan, half pain, half pleasure. He bit you just hard enough to draw a drop of blood. He licks it off, then slowly licks his lips. "My delectable little slut."
His hands wander to your pants, opening them. "Turn around and take the rest of your clothes off." You do, bending over to give him the view you know he wants. He makes a low, guttural sound.
You feel him behind you and straighten your back, your body flush against his now. He's still fully clothed while you're completely naked. It makes you feel exposed, adding to the feeling that you've given up all control to him. It's exhilarating.
Despite him still being fully dressed, you can feel his hard cock pressing against your ass. You think you can feel it twitch when he grabs your breasts, squeezing them hard, his fingers digging into your flesh. The area where he bit you is still sensitive, which adds an extra bit of pain to his already rough touch. You moan and press your ass against his hips, which makes him moan as well.
"Turn around," Astarions groans in your ear. When you do, the front of your body is pressed against him, the fabric of his shirt soft against your nipples. You look up at his ruby eyes. He moves the two of you a few steps forward, until your back is pressed against one of the barn's walls. His hands go to your shoulders and he presses you down. You kneel in front of him, your face on a level with his hips. There's barely any space for you to move like this, the wall directly behind you, his body directly in front of you.
He takes off his pants, letting them fall down around his ankles, and pulls down his underwear just enough for his cock to spring out. He grabs it, a little moan escaping his lips. You lick your lips at the sight. With his free hand, he grabs your chin and places his thumb on your lower lip. He puts a bit of pressure on it, making you open your mouth. He places the tip of his cock on your lips. You open your lips further and take him into your mouth.
"Three taps, remember, pet?" You nod around his cock in your mouth.
Astarion doesn't waste any more time and thrusts into your mouth. You're not prepared enough for his cock to go down your throat right away. The back of your head thunks against the wall and you choke when he keeps his cock still for a moment, buried down your throat. You place your hands on his hips to stabilize yourself. When he still keeps his cock there, you choke harder. He pulls back almost all the way, with only his tip still in your mouth. You yelp more with surprise than pain when he hits your cheek with his flat hand. "Stop choking, I know you can do better than that." Your eyes are watering from a mixture of his slap and the choking.
He leans his arm against the wall above you and thrusts back into your throat, finding his rhythm. It's slow at first, thrusting all the way into your mouth, bottoming out in your throat, his hips pressed against your nose, then pulling out most of the way. Your head's pressed against the wall, no room to move and all you can do is take him, breathe when he's not all the way down your mouth, and try not to choke too badly when he is. Every time you do choke, he slaps your cheek again, hard enough to sting.
After a while you get more used to the sensation of his cock hitting the back of your throat and get your reflex to choke better under control.
At some point, he picks up a faster rhythm, not pulling out so much anymore, his thrusts going back and forth between the back of your mouth and your throat. It takes more effort to keep your gag reflex under control now. When he hits the back of your throat over and over again in quick succession, you choke around his cock, coughing. He pauses, his cock still buried deep in your throat, letting you choke around it. Tears start streaming down your face as you fight your gag reflex. At the same time, you can feel wetness pooling between your legs. When his cock twitches, you can feel it with your whole mouth. Your choking around him becomes worse and he pulls his cock out of your mouth and slaps you with it. First one cheek, then the other. There's bits of your own spit mixing with the tears on your cheeks now.
"Be a good little slut and take my cock," he growls when he thrusts back down your throat, picking his hard and fast rhythm back up again. You take him as well as you can, choking occasionally. He doesn't slap you for it anymore, just keeps fucking your throat relentlessly. You struggle to breath with his cock so far down your throat. Even when trying to breathe through your nose you feel like the air isn't reaching your lungs. Tears keep streaming down your face.
The sounds are downright dirty too. His cock moving back and forth on your tongue makes a rhythmic squelching sound and little thunks when he hits the back of your throat. This is mixed with choking sounds from you and deep, guttural moans from Astarion, both increasing in frequency as he keeps fucking your throat.
Just when you think you can't take anymore without gagging, he pulls out of your mouth. You pant for breath, but he gives you just a few seconds to recuperate while he pulls off his shirt and takes his underwear and pants off properly. Then he grabs a bunch of your hair, pulls you away from the wall and pushes you down to the ground. You land on your hands and knees, trying desperately to catch your breath. He gets down on his knees behind you and pushes his fingers between your folds, feeling you up, moaning when he does. "You're so wet - all that just from having your throat fucked," he groans, "You enjoyed that, you little slut, didn't you?"
All you can do is whimper.
He hits your ass with his flat hand, hard. "Answer me when I ask you a question."
You grunt from the pain and surprise. "Yes. Yes, I enjoyed it."
"Let's see if you enjoy being fucked as well."
He grabs both your hands and pulls them behind your back without warning. You lose your balance and your head falls onto the ground, which is covered in dirt and hay. Getting your throat fucked and being slapped was humiliating already but lying your face on the dirty ground takes it one step further. Yet, all you can think about is that you want him to fuck you.
He holds your hands firmly against your lower back with one of his hands. He uses his other hand to guide his cock inside you. Just like he said, you're wet despite him barely touching you. He groans when he thrusts inside you, a bit of resistance but not much. You moan alongside him.
"Gods, you feel good. So wet and tight, my little slut," Astarion groans as he fucks you. There's no buildup from slow to fast here, just him thrusting his cock inside you hard and fast. Your face rubs through the dirt with every thrust and there's nothing you can do about it, short of using your safe word. You're enjoying this way too much to do that though. It feels so good, his hard cock rubbing against your slick walls, stimulating your g-spot, and his hip bones hitting your ass.
His free hand reaches down to your head and pushes it further down into the dirt. He buries his fingers in your hair, pulling as your bodies jointly move back and forth in the fast rhythm of his thrusts.
"You're pathetic. Getting this wet just from choking on my cock. Only a desperate little slut would get off on having a cock shoved down their throat."
Between his words and his actions, you feel completely out of control and it's turning you on so much. Your core is burning with heat, which only increases the longer and harder he fucks you and the more he humiliates you. You're moaning loudly with every thrust now and the pressure inside you is slowly but surely reaching its climax. You're groaning dirty little things like "Yes, yes, yes, more", "Fuck me harder," and finally "Oh gods, Astarion, I'm going to come."
Just before the pressure inside you finally reaches its breaking point, Astarion pulls you up by your hair until your back is pressed against his chest. This changes the angle of his thrusts, making them less deep, but it doesn't matter anymore, you're already spilling over the edge. Just as the wave of pleasure starts washing over your body, you feel his mouth against your neck and his teeth sinking deep against your skin. Your orgasm dulls the sharp pain and is then only intensified, turning into a wave of ecstasy that you can feel all throughout your body, as much in your head as in your core. You're pretty sure you're screaming his name as he fucks you through your orgasm. His thrusts grow more erratic as he comes inside you, overwhelmed from your walls spasming around his cock and your delicious blood streaming into his mouth.
When you can think properly again, you're both lying on the dirty ground next to each other. Astarion collects himself a bit more quickly than you and pulls you into his arms. He chuckles when he looks at you, your face and legs, as well as your back now covered in dirt. He picks some hay off your face. "I think we'll need a bath in the river after this. Gods, I can't wait to be in the city and take a proper bath with hot water with you." You groan your agreement against his neck, but are still too exhausted to speak.
He strokes your hair and places gentle kisses on your forehead and your lips.
"I enjoyed this, darling, but you do know that I enjoy taking care of you and making sure that you come before sex at least as much, right?"
You smile and draw him into a kiss. "I do."