Tav was furious.
The wizard had come searching for them, citing concerns of screaming in the woods. They'd hurriedly dressed, sticky and uncomfortable, and told him it must have been a wolf. They said hadn't heard anything while they were looking for food.
Tav lied because she didn't want this bearded moron knowing her business. Astarion went along with it for the same reason. He wondered what would happen if they killed him in the woods and said nothing to the tiefling.
The wizard left, encouraging them to be careful with a leer.
"Stupid mother fucker," Tav muttered to herself. She didn't like being interrupted, and liked it even less when it was for no reason.
As soon as Gale was out of ear shot, Astarion lifted Tav into his arms and carried her deeper into the woods. Far from where they could be heard, far from nosy wizards.
Tav trailed her fingers over the deepening bruise over his neck, glad the mood hadn't been spoiled. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips to it. His skin was smooth and cool. She couldn't get enough.
After a short trek, they stopped in a small clearing. Just big enough for two. Grass carpeted the floor, and the trees parted to reveal a ceiling of stars. Astarion gently set Tav down.
She turned and looked at him.
"How much more do you think you have in you?" she asked while stripping.
"However much you want, darling. I live to serve," he answered saccharinely while removing his clothing.
"Aren't you technically dead?" Tav laughed.
Astarion bit his lip. Yes, he was. But he felt alive again for the first time in such a long time.
"For you, I'm alive," he answered.
He stepped closer to her and pressed her body to his. He placed her hand on his shoulder and clasped the other in his before leading her in a slow waltz.
"This used to be a trick to bring young ladies back to the manor," he spoke. "They thought I was a man of good breeding because I could dance and speak like a gentlemen, when in reality I was the worst man at the gala."
He turned them slowly. Tav let herself be led. It had been a little over a year since she had last danced like this, but it was nothing like this.
"I suppose it's not too different from what I would do," she added. "I don't think I'm as polished as you are, but it sure is easy to make a fat landlord disappear when you can dance and bat your lashes."
"For your patron, I assume?"
"With him, it's numbers. Doesn't matter who as much as how many. I pick my targets and deliver," she replied, resting her head on his shoulder. "I do have some news for you, though. Was going to wait until post sex but now is a good a time as any."
"What's that?" he asked, placing a kiss in her messy hair.
"Remember the night I slept in your tent when mine fell apart? About a fortnight ago?"
"Mhm." Fondly.
"My patron heard my thoughts. About you finding a way out of the Cazador nonsense," she explained, trivializing the horrible man in a wonderful way. "He's not fond of the man either. Doesn't like the whole "keeping people alive" thing. When the time comes to be done with him, I'll receive a type of blessing from my patron to do the job."
"What does that entail?" Astarion asked, nervous and excited. Patrons were not to be trifled with, but this seemed to be a case of mutual interest.
"You'll have to see when we get there," Tav teased, tapping the tip of his nose. "As long we don't get torn to bits by these worms, you'll be free soon enough."
The worms. He had forgotten about the worm in his brain. He forced it from his mind.
"And then you can do whatever you want."
He hadn't know what he'd wanted a fortnight ago when she asked him what he planned to do with his freedom. Now he knew. He said nothing, afraid of coming off as too emotionally intense and scaring Tav away. He wasn't familiar with these feelings.
"I know what I want to do now," he purred into her ear.
"I know you do," she purred back. "Think you'll last... two more rounds with me?"
If she wanted him to go a dozen times, he doubted he'd be able to say no. His erection was pressed between them, an awkward participant in the waltz.
"I think I can manage," he answered.
She shoved him to the ground again, glee in her eyes. He smiled back.
"Close your eyes," she instructed.
His lashes met his skin before he could think. He listened as she stepped closer to him, almost silent. He could sense her moving near him but was in the dark.
Her fingers trailed up his legs and over his stomach. They stopped on his nipples, caressing lightly enough get a reaction out of him.
"Stick out your tongue."
His tongue shot out of his mouth before he could process the request.
"Keep your eyes closed," she added.
He listened as she placed her knees on either side of his head. He could smell her sex again and inhaled deeply.
She lowered herself onto his tongue, sighing as it filled her. Gently, she rocked her hips and forced his tongue to stretch her before lifting and lowering herself on it.
As she rode his tongue, she leaned forward and brushed her clit against his nose.
Astarion delighted in this. He was being used like some sort of object. His erection twitched and he moaned, bringing a moan out of Tav.
Maybe not an object, but he liked being used by her.
She brought herself to climax on his tongue, warm fluid dripping into his mouth.
"You didn't open your eyes that whole time, good boy," she purred, lowering her mouth to his. His eyes opened only to flutter shut as she nipped at his lip.
Tav rested her body against his, her wet cunt pressed against his cock. He whimpered. It was too good.
"That's a lovely sound," she whispered into his ear. "I look forward to making you sing."
She lifted herself off him, then lowered herself between his legs. When she wrapped her fingers around his cock, he moaned and curled his toes. He was raw with excitement.
Tav licked the precum from the tip of his cock, her tongue darting briefly inside. He moaned and she continued sliding her tongue through his slit, stopping when his moans showed sign of lightening.
Astarion's cock wasn't remarkably long, average by Tav's estimate, but it was thick. She licked him from base to tip, over and over again, flicking her tongue under his ridged head.
She wondered if what she was about to do would ruin the mood. She decided to do it anyway, hoping her judgement was correct.
Leaning her head sideways, she aligned her teeth with his cock and gently bit, watching his face intensely.
Her judgement was correct. The moan that erupted from his lips would have had Gale believing a man was dying.
She licked him where her teeth had just been.
He whined. That delicious begging whine.
Her tongue took her to the tip of his cock again, where she lowered her teeth over the pink and tender flesh. She was gentler here, but the feeling of her teeth digging into him and her tongue dancing around his slit sucked the breath out of him.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," he panted.
Among his male companions, a partner who employed teeth in this affair was regarded as an amateur. Teeth were to be avoided at all costs. No sane man would want a woman chomping on his cock.
Yet here he was. Was he insane? Did it matter?
Tav inched down his cock with her lips, swirling her tongue around it before biting. She moved up and down his shaft, hoarse yeses encouraging her. She could feel the blood pumping under his skin.
"Harder. Do it harder," he whispered. "On the head."
She complied. She sank her teeth in deeper and his yeses turned to wails. She teased him with her tongue and stroked him with her hand. She could feel him getting close.
"Astarion."
His eyes shot open. He lifted his head and looked at Tav.
"Look at me."
He whimpered. He watched her lower her lips around his cock, flash her white teeth and sink them in. He wanted to fling his head back and scream, but could only moan wordlessly. His mouth hung open.
She stroked him and teased him, her eyes locked on his. Her gaze was almost a glare. She looked like she might kill him, but her tongue said something different.
The look was a reminder of who was in charge. She may be on her knees, but her eyes told him she'd snap him like a twig if she felt like it.
His eyes fluttered to the back of his head for a moment. He'd let her.
She bit harder and he focused his eyes back on her. Suddenly she gripped his shaft and began pumping him, timing the bites with the strokes. Saliva pooled in his mouth and dribbled out of the corner of his mouth.
He was a drooling idiot. He didn't care. This beautiful woman engaged in some horrible contract with her patron to kill his enemy and all he had to do was let the spit fall out of his mouth while she did what she wanted with him.
As he came, she sank her teeth as deep as she could without damaging the skin. She needed this organ tonight, and she wanted him whole.
The moans, whimpers, and wails finally came. Astarion let his head fall back and nearly choked. He would be sore tomorrow but would think of this moment with every ache.
Tav swallowed without missing a beat. He tasted like a normal human, perhaps with a hint of iron. She watched him grow soft and his breaths return to normal. She lay beside him, waiting patiently. The male body was limited and needed time to restore after such activities.
Astarion turned his head and looked at her. His cheeks were cherry red and tears had trailed and dried down his cheeks.
"Good tears?" she asked. Bad tears were unwelcome.
"Such good tears, dear Tav," he sang. "Pain is apparently necessary to reach such great heights. What have I been doing in the bedroom my whole life?"
"Dunno, you're good with your tongue so you've learned something," she replied.
"What kind of pain do you like? Are you one for knives and blades?" Astarion asked.
"Not particularly," she answered awkwardly. "It opened up my blood for you earlier. An ends to a means."
"You're uncomfortable?" he asked, frowning, wishing he could express to her that she could kill a dozen children in front of him and he wouldn't think twice.
"Well... not exactly. It's not a very weird thing, but for you..." she waved her head back and forth. "It could be complicated."
"Could you show me?"
"It's gonna hurt."
"I'd be disappointed if it didn't," he smirked.
Tav climbed on top of him and turned his head to expose the part of his neck that she hadn't bruised. She wanted to clearly communicate what she wanted without including pain from something else. She sank her teeth into his neck. Hard. Harder than she had the previous time. He liked it, but she was right. This was complicated.
She lifted her self up, flushed. She seemed to enjoy doing it as much as receiving.
"See what I mean?"
"I do," Astarion replied. "I run the risk of tearing you to ribbons, but I can do it."
"I do love a gamble," she sighed dreamily.