Astarion's senses returned to him slowly. Tav was still there, sitting on him and observing him with concern.
"I'm alright, I assure you," he croaked, his throat sticky. "Just need a moment."
Tav climbed off of him, the wet mess trapped in his small clothes unpleasant. He would normally feel embarrassed for coming so quickly, but that seemed to be Tav's goal.
She offered him her flask before laying beside him. He drank swiftly, disappointed to be diluting the lingering flavor of her blood with whiskey.
He wanted more. Not just blood. More contact. More of her. More of her eyes meeting his to scale his comfort level.
He kissed her and placed his hand on the side of her face. The taste of iron flooded his senses again. He wanted to groan. It was too good.
Tav gently ran her fingers through his hair, a stark contrast to just moments before. It didn't feel shocking, though. It felt natural. A tender follow up to a passionate moment. She hummed gently against his lips, smiling.
The night air was cool. The torch dropped by the hunter sputtered and startled them.
"Forgot about him," Tav laughed.
"Poor fool never stood a chance," Astarion smiled. They had tricked dozens this way. Tav's feigned shrieks from bored lips worked magic.
Tav gestured at the corpse and it lurched forward onto its knees, jerking awkwardly.
"Sorry about that, old friend," Astarion said. "Better you than me."
"Do you want me to move it?" Tav asked. She didn't care.
"I've can't say I've never had an audience before," Astarion grinned.
The corpse collapsed onto itself, strangely folded backward. Tav giggled before flopping it forward and leaving it to rest before wild animals arrived.
Astarion found relief in the strange act, again reminded he was with someone as strange and unbound to moral concepts as he was. He didn't have to pretend he didn't feel remorse in killing, but he also didn't have to hide the thrill and rush of the task.
He kissed her again. She ran her hand over his side, pleasantly surprised by the dip in his waist. He was strong but feminine in so many ways, from his beautiful hair to his preference in dress. Tav found allure both of these genders and wondered how both of her hands would feel around his narrow waist. She let her hand continue over his hip and onto the firm flesh of his buttock.
Gently, she squeezed. Very muscular, unlike the soft and plump tears of women she had courted.
"Fresh," Astarion scolded with a sly smirk.
Tav spanked him gently, watching his smile widen.
He held her eyes with his gaze as he placed his hand between her legs. She was hot. He felt a note of pride, knowing he had contributed at least a little to the warmth radiating from her.
"Hold on," Tav interrupted. She stood and stripped in front of him like she had in his tent. His eyes were drawn to her dimly lit form. Her stomach was soft and between wide hips. Her thighs curved enticingly around her sex. Her breasts were full and peaked with a rose blush.
She gestured at him impatiently, eager for him to do the same. He complied shamelessly. The notions of whores and manners didn't matter. This mattered.
Tav spread her robe on the forest floor and wordlessly invited him to lay beside her. His snow white body was perfect to her. His shoulders were surprisingly broad and his legs toned.
Astarion had other plans and would beg for forgiveness later if needed. He knelt before Tav and placed his hands on her thighs and slowly parted them, inhaling. Her sex filled his senses, heady and potent.
Kissing her legs, he teased himself. Tav was unfazed, watched with parted lips and an enticing gaze. Every kiss brought him closer. As his lips met the valley between her sex and legs, Tav whispered his name. He shivered and looked up.
"Look at me."
He held her gaze, her clit and lips mere inches from his lips. She glistened.
Tav gripped his hair in her fingers and slowly pushed his head down, closing the distance. Her smell was overwhelming. He groaned.
Tav placed her fingers over her clit and gently massaged, her knuckles bumping his chin. His erection ached. His tongue throbbed. His fingers burned. He plead into her eyes.
She lifted her hand away and stared down at him, as if he was the one causing delays.
He didn't care. She could beat him within an inch of his life and it would have stopped him from slipping the tip of his tender tongue into her tight hole, slowly going deeper. Her taste was overwhelming. He ran his tongue over a delectable spot that made Tav sigh.
He brought his tongue out, eager to taste and explore her lips and clit.
"Astarion."
Her voice, cool and level, elicited a moan he couldn't control. His eyes closed as a wave of pleasure crashed over his mind.
"Astarion."
He opened his eyes and looked into hers. She was propped up on her elbows and watching him. He stifled the moan that time, only to keep his eyes locked on hers.
"Touch yourself," she commanded softly.
Her plan was twofold. She loved to see pretty men wrap their hands around their cocks, and didn't want him to climax too soon when they fucked.
He complied, delighted at first by the relief his hand brought. He soon realized, however, he didn't want to cum yet. He was already on the edge but wanted to delay the pleasure. He wanted to cum after Tav did.
He pumped himself, trying to think of something else. Anything else besides the delicious and slick cunt in front of him.
But he couldn't. Her pink lips and pearly clit were dominating his mind. He ran his tongue in circles over her hood and slowly flicked her pearl with his tongue.
He tried to pump himself less, but Tav noticed this. She yanked on his hair, which he unfortunately quite liked.
Tav grew closer to orgasm. Her thighs crept closer to the sides of his face, a wonderful sort of smothering. Astarion sucked her clit and placed a teasing finger just deep enough in her slit to penetrate it. Tav moaned, deep and throaty. She let herself lay flat on her back and slowly massaged her breasts, running fingertips over her nipples.
Her lips and clit were engorged with excitement. She tasted even sweeter now. Astarion sucked and licked without a thought in his head, listening only for another moan. But he got something better.
"Astarion."
His hand, working against him, gripped and pumped harder. He whimpered and looked up. Tav had arched her back and clawed the robe beneath her.
He wanted to hear his name one more time. He plunged his finger inside her, deftly flexing it against her sweet spot while continuing to work his tongue. Her thighs squeezed his head closer, and her body tensed.
"Astarion," she whispered.
Her voice was like velvet. He moaned into her, pumping himself furiously. He sucked her clit again, sending her over the edge.
"Astarion."
Her voice shuddered as she clenched her fist around his hair.
He moaned again. And again. He was nothing but a moan as she clenched around his finger. He moaned as he felt some of his hair be torn loose, and he moaned as he felt her throbbing against his mouth. He moaned as he slid his tongue inside her and felt the final waves of her orgasm subside, and he moaned as he brought himself to a trembling climax.
Pulling his tongue out of her was nearly unbearable. She was so sweet and tight the rest of the world seemed a waste. He slid out and lifted his head.
Tav lifted hers and looked down at him. His face was smeared with her fluids, and tears had sprouted in the corners of his eyes. She loved seeing men this way, but couldn't believe how endearing it was on Astarion.
He looked at her with adoration.
She had given him a moment in time where Cazador and spawn didn't exist. She was rough, but he found himself liking it. He liked to be teased by her. Her teasing and roughness served a purpose. They intensified the feelings of pleasure. He felt safe with her because they were cut from the same cloth. Strange, aggressive, but seeking something in someone.
Tav leaned forward and kissed him. He moaned again, which she adored. If he were an instrument, she would set herself to master it.