Tav pummeled her fist into the face of a man on the cobblestone in the alley. Astarion stood behind her, waiting patiently.

After taking a meal, Astarion and Tav had opted for a long walk around the city. Astarion was enjoying being out more, now that the fear of Cazador wasn't lurking in every shadow. There were, however, other predators.

Tav stepped away from Astarion to admire a spider weaving a neat little web in the archway of an alley. The spider was bright yellow, its web a fascinating zig zag pattern. She watched until she felt an arm around her wrist jerk her deeper into the alley, out of the sight of the evening crowds.

Astarion had seen this happen and by the time he caught up with them, Tav had unleashed her wrath on him. She was small in stature but the anger in her fueled her jabs. She did not like being touched by strangers, and she did not like them covering her mouth with their stinking hand and whispering foul things in her ear.

Astarion ventured that the man beneath her had enjoyed breathing through his nose and having most of his teeth. He also assumed life was going to be hard for him going forward. A face marred like that would be a red flag to anyone around him.

"Should I just kill you now? Slash your throat here and leave you with the piss and trash?" Tav growled, clutching his throat in her hand.

The man said something that sounded like no.

"You're right," Tav said, standing and spitting in his face. "I'll find you later. Your children, too, if you have any. Get the fuck out of my sight."

The man pulled himself to standing using a crate, his face disfigured and bloody. He shambled deeper into the alley. Tav wiped her hand on her robe and turned to Astarion.

"What do I have to do to get you to do that to me?" he joked, hooking his arm through hers and leading them out of the alley.

"I'm not going to ruin your pretty face," she said, pretending to be offended. "I need something to look at when I get done bludgeoning people in alleys."

They walked up the street, past shops and stalls. Lanterns were strung between the buildings, lighting the road beneath their feet.

"Are you going to go after him?" Astarion asked.

"No, not worth my time. I've got better shit to do," Tav answered. "Let him stay scared for the rest of his life."

"Darling, you can't talk to me like this in public," Astarion said, fanning his face dramatically. "You know what talk of terrorizing people does to me."

"Sorry, dear," she laughed. "Where are my manners? I haven't thanked you for our normal date yet."

"Is you beating someone to a pulp part of the date? I don't consider that normal," Astarion commented. "It was lovely, either way."

"The dinner or the beating?"

"Both," he sighed, wrapping his arm around her waist. "I'd never pass up an opportunity to watch you beat a man within an inch of his life."

"I'd be happy to find someone else," Tav snarked. "Plenty of men in this city could use an ass kicking, I'm sure."

"No, no," he said charmingly. "Save it for the bedroom."

They passed by a tavern, voices and laughter coming through the open door.

"Do you like taverns?" Astarion asked Tav. "We're married, I suppose I should know this about you."

"Not really. I mostly like to drink alone," she answered. "You?"

"Too many people, too much noise. Now that I have a home, even though it's just a room at an inn for now, I'd rather be there. With you."

"Once this parasite nonsense is over and Gale goes back to Mystra's tits, do you want to settle down here? Or go somewhere new?" Tav asked.

"Somewhere new," he replied. "Cazador is gone but all of these places remind me of times when I was so unhappy. You know what's funny?"

"Hm?"

"I miss being out in the middle of nowhere with you," he said quietly. "I hated sleeping in the dirt but there was something about being able to enjoy the silence."

"I know what you mean," Tav nodded. "Nothing to remind you of anything else. We were just… in the moment."

"Would you go back to that?" he asked. "Moving around the woods, sleeping under the stars? Leave the comforts of city life behind?"

"Without hesitation," she replied. "You want to do that?"

Astarion kissed the top of her head and hugged her close to him as they walked.

"Tav. Darling."

Tav was reclined on the bed. Astarion held one of her feet in his lap and massaged it with his thumbs.

"Yes, love?"

"Do you ever get sick of me touching you?" he asked.

"No, I never will. Do you get sick of touching me? Doesn't seem like it but I've been surprised before."

"Gods, no," he whispered, pressing her foot to his face. "Never. I'd never stop if that were possible."

"Astarion. My treasure."

"Yes, love?"

"Do you ever get sick of me ruining nice moments like this?"

"You've never-"

Tav slid her foot into his mouth and he wrapped his lips around her. He slipped his tongue between each of her toes, the taste of clean skin and the feeling of his mouth being full delightful. He pulled her foot out for a moment to sloppily suck on her toes before returning it to his tongue.

Astarion gently took her heel in his hand and slid her deeper into his mouth, stretching his lips. He sighed, happy. He pushed her further. He felt her big toe touch the back of his throat and he gagged around her, shivering with pleasure. He pushed again. His throat constricted. Again. Again. His eyes watered.

"I don't even have to do anything," Tav said softly. "But I will."

She flexed her toes, forcing his mouth open, and pushed deeper. A strangled moan escaped him as he held her there for as long as he could. She pulled her foot away, leaving her toes resting on his lips as he gasped for breath. He sucked her toes as he caught his breath. He ran his tongue from her heel, over her wrinkled sole, and slid her back into his mouth again.

His cock ached to be touched, but he resisted. The ache was sweet. Tav pulled her foot out, then forced it back into his mouth. He wrapped his hands around her heel and moaned. She pushed herself harder and he gagged around her, tears spilling from his eyes.

Tav slowly pulled her foot out from between his lips, a trail of saliva linking them briefly. She rested her foot on the bed, watching him gulp and shudder. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

He looked at her, aching. Needing.

"Well?" she asked, expectantly.

He scrambled over to her and pulled her leggings off, hands shaking. He tossed them aside and held his face above her sex for a moment. Breathing. He could feel her heat. He could smell how sweet and wet she was. She liked watching him degrade himself, and he loved doing it.

Tav forced his head down, his lips over her clit. He moaned as he opened his mouth to bring his tongue over her. He moaned as he slipped his tongue inside her, and he moaned as he flexed it. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and denied himself the opportunity to stroke himself.

Astarion swirled his tongue inside her before licking his way to her lips. Her sweet lips. He placed one in his mouth and sucked gently before moving to the other one. He rolled the tip of his tongue over her pearl. Tav's thighs clenched around him and he heard a gasping moan. He took her into his mouth and sucked, wanting her to reach bliss. He wanted her to yank his hair.

Tav thrusted her hips forward as she climaxed. He felt her on his chin and he moaned. She was all over his face. He sucked slower.

Normally Tav tapped his shoulder when she had become too sensitive after climaxing. He would slide his tongue inside her and moan as he felt her grip lighter every time.

"Keep going, like that," she whispered hoarsely. He was hitting the perfect spots on her and she felt herself building up again. "Just like that. Don't stop."

Tav was swollen around him. He could feel her cunt throbbing. He obeyed. If he could get her higher than she already was he would stay on his stomach forever. His tongue was hers. His lips were hers. He sucked slowly, pressing his tongue gently.

Tav wrapped her fingers into his hair and pulled. He didn't moan. He didn't want to upset the delicate balance of pleasure and oversensitivity.

"Faster. Faster."

Astarion sucked faster. Her thighs pressed against his face and shook. She cried out, a single note, another, another.

Her thighs smashed his face. He moaned. He couldn't help it. Tav called out his name as she pulled his hair harder. Her legs shook and she released. He felt her nectar pushed out of her tight hole with every contraction.

Astarion moaned. Her pleasure was his. He felt the waves take his body. He felt his face flush and his cock twitch. He slipped his tongue inside her and moaned as he came, his vision blurry. He lapped her into his mouth and he felt his hot cum around his cock. He tasted nothing but her. He felt nothing but warmth.

Astarion stripped and rolled onto his back after he took his fill, hoping Tav would take the opportunity to mount him. She did, resting herself over him as he hardened again.

"Tav?"

"Hm?"

"Do you remember what you did to that man in the alley?" Astarion asked, running his fingers over her hips.

"I'm not going to punch you," she said flatly.

"No, no, not that. Maybe something a little… gentler?"

"Oh? Like what?"

Astarion lifted Tav's right hand and tapped it on his face.

"A little livelier, though. You know what I like," he grinned, wrapping his hands around her hips.

Tav slid onto Astarion's cock, taking him all at once. She placed her left hand on his chest and swirled her hips. She lifted her right hand and left it in the air for a moment. Astarion closed his eyes, ready for her to strike him.

She began to ride him and waited for his eyes to open. The moment she saw the burning red of his irises she swiftly brought her hand back.

"Harder, love," Astarion whispered. "Please."

Tav pulled her arm back and slapped him as hard as she could, the delivery a crisp sound.

"Yes," he moaned. "Hit me again."

Tav obliged. His cheek was already turning red.

—-

Gale looked up from his novel. He thought he heard something strange. A popping noise? His room was quiet. He returned his eyes to the page, cozy in the candlelight.

The popping noise again. Was the roof creaking?

"Yes! Hit me again! Oh, gods!"

Another popping sound. Gale shook his head and tried to focus. Moaning. Whining. From what Gale had learned living next to the elves, Astarion should be getting close. Gale shuddered, wishing he didn't know what his traveling companion sounded like in bed. He rarely heard Tav, but Astarion was much more vocal. Unfortunately so.

"Yes, your nails! Yes! Please! Yes!"

—-

Astarion thrust into Tav, almost knocking her off him.

"Again, please!" he whined. "Please, please, please!"

Tav leaned back and adjusted her hips over him, forcing him to slide against her sweet spot. She pulled her arm back and struck him, her nails grazing him. She struck him again. He fucked her faster.

Tav struck the other side of his face, raking her nails into him.

"Tav, please cum on me. Please. Please," he whined. He was desperate. The stinging in his face brought memories of shame. Being slapped by women for being too forward. Being slapped for copping a feel. He loved it.

"Keep talking and I will," Tav moaned. Hearing him beg for her to slap him and to cum on him was incredible. He whined and pumped into her harder every time she hit him.

"Please hit me again," he moaned. Ruin my face. Make it red for days. Everyone will see it. Everyone will know I like this. They'll look at me and I'll be so embarrassed. I'll get hard wherever we are. Everyone will know I'm yours."

Tav climaxed around him, riding him until his lower half was slick with her. Tav slapped him.

"I'm so close, please, one more time. One more time," he shuddered. His body trembled. Tav pulled her arm back and struck him as hard as she could.

"Yes! Yes!" Astarion cried. He thrust as he came into her, not stopping until he felt himself growing soft. His face burned and he clutched at her hips desperately.

—-

Tav gently applied a white cream across Astarion's cheeks. He smiled, her touch tender and patient.

"I probably shouldn't have done this to you," she said softly. "People are going to think I abused you. Against your will."

"Mmm, good," he murmured. "I wish they could see the scars you gave me."

Tav kissed his healing collar bones.

"I love those. Every time I see them I think about how you bled and asked for more," she said. "I think about how you came when I pushed my fingers in them."

"What else?" he asked. He knew what happened. He was there. He wanted to hear her tell him about it. He rolled her onto her back and placed his lips on her neck.

"You were blind and bound the entire time. You could only feel as I cut into you. You couldn't move and you loved it."

Astarion slid his cock into her. He immediately found her sweet spot and angled himself to hit it repeatedly.

"How you begged for me to cum first," Tav sighed with pleasure. "You were shaking and so close but you wanted to feel me tight around your cock first."

"The only thing better than that," he said breathlessly, "is feeling your cunt around my tongue as you cum."

"You love my cunt, don't you?" she whispered.

"Gods yes, I love your cunt," he moaned. "It's perfect. It makes me stupid. Please cum on me again. Please."

He bit into her neck and felt her blood rush against his lips. He drank her slowly. She wrapped her legs around him and forced him into her as she climaxed.

Tav raked her nails down his back. The old wounds had healed enough for her to start anew. He moaned as he came, muffled by her blood in his mouth.