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boowhumps · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023

Day 21

(@whumptober)

By - B.W

⚠TW⚠

~ Swearing

~ Mentions of Blood

Enjoy!

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Amne took deep breaths, eyes scanning the empty room.

Long, heavy chains held her down. They dragged her down by her arms, legs, and neck.

Amne shook her head, moving her bangs out of her face. She silently waited, knowing that soon.. he would come.

Suddenly, with a click, the cell door opens.

Amne's eyes glanced up, locking gaze with Zaaron.

"You came.." She whispers.

Zaaron frowns. "I said I would."

He approaches silently, taking a seat on the floor with her.

"I don't like how they have you chained up.." He mumbles.

Amne raises an eyebrow. "Precautions.. I assume."

Zaaron sighs. "Either way, it's still you.."

"Not anymore.." She says. "..Karyme's gone.. permanently."

Zaaron shakes his head. "We both know that's not true.. She's just.. stepped down from control."

Amne sighs. "You're too hopeful.."

Zaaron places a hand on her shoulder. "..do you trust me.?"

Amne nods.

"Alright.. just.. let me do this.." He replies.

Amne says nothing as Zaaron reaches around to the back of her neck, and undoes the lock.

"Zaaron.." Amne mumbles.

"It's fine." He says as he undoes the other chains. "Selyna approved it."

Amne sighs. "I'm dangerous.."

"Not at all." He replies. "Selyna did a thorough reading.. you're passive."

Amne's eyes widen. "But the virus-"

"It's not in use right now." Zaaron explains. "That's why you're.. calm right now."

Amne frowns. "This makes no sense.."

Zaaron undoes the last chain and helps Amne stand. "In time, it will. For now, let's get you back to the surface."

Amne nods, letting Zaaron lead her out of her prison.

Amne lays in her familiar bed, darkness surrounding her.

She can't sleep. Not after everything..

She turns to her side, closing her eyes. She tries to find sleep to no avail..

"Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝m̶̥͇͈̣̏͑̿͑̃̈͛̕͠️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜."

Amne's eyes snap open, and she shoots up with a gasp. She looks directly ahead, eyes scanning the darkness.

"O̸̙͙̺̰͚͎̙͔̦͇͗̒̋͛̄͐̓̽̄͛́͂̀̑̕ͅͅͅȟ̸̨̯̲̝̳͓͎̭͖͊̄̔̽̓̂̋̇̋̀̕̚͜, Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝m̶̥͇͈̣̏͑̿͑̃̈͛̕͠️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜.. m̶̥͇͈̣̏͑̿͑̃̈͛̕͠y̷̧̰̲͍̝̘̗̩̑̇͐̾̽̏͊͑̇̃̉͜ d̴̨̢̤̗̦͚̺̭̤͙̹̃̕ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜â̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽ŕ̶̛̈́̀́̑͝��̰̱̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘️ Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝m̶̥͇͈̣̏͑̿͑̃̈͛̕͠️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜.."

Amne turns around, locking eyes with it.

"Why are you here.." Amne whispers.

It doesn't reply.

Amne frowns. "You tricked me.. you wanted me to die.."

No response.

Amne feels her blood begin to boil. "Say something.."

It just stares as her, unmoving.

Amne breathes heavily. "..why won't you say anything.!?"

It begins to laugh.

The laugh escalates to a loud, booming laugh.

Amne snaps.

She jumps out of bed, charging at it.

She tackles it to the floor, hands wrapped around its neck.

Amne releases one hand, and punches.

One punch..

Two punches..

Three punches..

Amne feels tears go down her face as she continuously brings her fist down into its face.

It doesn't move.

It doesn't say anything.

Amne brings down a final punch, before letting go of it. She starts sobbing, seeing her bloody and bruised knuckles.

When she looks up again, its vanished.

She looks around quickly, not spotting it lurking anywhere.

Amne forces herself to stand, stumbling around the room. She walks past her mirror, only to back up.

She slowly approaches the mirror, spotting her reflection. She brings a hand up to her face.

She stares in horror at the state of her face. It's all bloody, bruised, and littered in scratches.

"..how-" Amne whispers out.

Her eyes dart behind her, spotting its reflection.

It smiles at her.

"W̴̪̼̩̘͔͒̏̓͐͂̆͑̐͝ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ â̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽ŕ̶̛̰̱̈́̀́̑̿̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘͝️ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜, Ą̵̘̥͉̘͖̱̥̺̿̀̈̒̂̅̀̅̈́̓̏͊͘͝m̶̥͇͈̣̏͑̿͑̃̈͛̕͠️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜.."

Amne shakes her head. "I don't want to be anymore.."

It laughs at her.

"W̴̪̼̩̘͔͒̏̓͐͂̆͑̐͝ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ â̸̙͐͑̌̿͛̽ŕ̶̛̰̱̈́̀́̑̿̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘͝️ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ ️c̸̛͕̯͂̐̓͗͊͛͝o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋️ṉ̵͓̬͈̞̥̭̥̇̓̔͋ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜️c̸̛͕̯͂̐̓͗͊͛͝t̵̏͛̃̍́̈̚͜͝ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜d̴̨̢̤̗̦͚̺̭̤͙̹̃̕.. ḟ̴̧̧̗͍͉͔̹͎̻͓̇͊̃̒̄̈̓̉̌̈͝͝o̶̯͎̱͐̇͋̅̃̈́͋̽̊̀̓͊̃́͋̓ŕ̶̛̰̱̈́̀́̑̿̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘͝️ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ṿ̷̮͚̤͊̋̐͊͊̑̅̇̊̎̚͠ẹ̷͓̺̰̽̍͛̉̐̔͋̓̚͜ŕ̶̛̰̱̈́̀́̑̿̾͛͂̈́͗̓̈́̒͘͝️.."

Amne watches it disappear, unable to say anything.

Slowly, she begins to feel faint..

Everything around her blurs into nothingness..

She stumbles towards a wall, leaning on it in a poor attempt to steady herself..

Black begins to crawl in the corners of her sight blinding her..

...

And without any warning, she collapses, and everything goes dark.

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#whumptober #whumptober day 21 #whump writing #jesus.#Amne cant catch a break 😭#its because i love her guys i swear #also is it just me that really like paranormal whump?#idk man almost all my main whumpers are some paranormal entity #like demons #or angels #or ghosts #stuff like that #maybe im just weird #anywaysss im tired so thats all #and as always #enjoy! :)

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kawaiicherryblossomperfection · 7 months

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faerievampling · 2 months

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Miracle - Part 2

Summary: Astarion asks a pregnant Tav to marry him and settle down for a bit. Can be read as a stand alone story!

Word count: 2.1k

Pairing: Spawn!Astarion x F!Tav / Reader

Link to Part 1

Link to Ao3

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Warnings: 18+! Explicit! Astarion being a perv for pregnant Tav! Pregnancy kink. Breeding kink. PiV. Vaginal fingering. Cunnilingus. Body worship. Panty sniffing. Mention of body changes, symptoms of pregnancy.

A/N: Do y'all want more of these two? because I have more. I hope you enjoy!

You and your beloved continue to travel and work. Despite being expert adventures, you both had decided on taking low risk journeys and dealings. You were lucky to have found an enchanted ring long ago, one that allowed your vampire to walk in the sun, so there was no disruption to your living schedule.

Astarion insisted that you take it easy, and had even wanted you to stop traveling altogether, but he could only get you to acquiesce to directly participating in battles.

But you were starting to get rather big, and you weren’t so quick or nimble as you once were. The extra weight was daunting on you.

You are nearing the end of your pregnancy, now.

“Darling, you know I’m not one for…tradition, or convention, or any of that,” Astarion said one day as he massages your swollen hands. You were propped up in bed, your legs draped over Astarion's lap as he sat upright, working the fluids out with his strong digits. It was hard work, growing a baby, and strange things happened, like swollen hands. “But, I was reading something the other day…”

“Oh?”

“In one of my romance novels…you know the ones,” Astarion admits coyly, and you smile, nodding because he had shared this guilty pleasure with you before. “In one of them, the love interest wanted the mother of his child to share the same surname as their offspring. And he, the love interest, wanted to also share…this last name with them.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“What do you think of that?” Astarion inquires coquettishly, turning on an almost boyish, shy charm that makes your heart swoon.

“I think it’s romantic. The love interest wants his family united, and I think that’s lovely,” You say. “What do you think about it, Astarion?”

“I think I want that. With you.” Astarion turns your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I don’t care to do it traditionally, I just want you to be mine. I’ve already talked to Wyll.”

Astarion moves your legs off his lap onto the bed, moving for his things across your suite. The two of you were quite wealthy at this point, and had found a lovely little inn to stay in outside of Athkatla, the capital of Amn.

Astarion produces an envelope, pulling out the papers inside before handing them over to you. Astarion, not having the patience for you to actually look them over, tells you that it is the paperwork for an annulment of his death certificate, an official acknowledgement of the destruction of a previous marriage, and a marriage license –

“Wait a minute,” You stop him.

Astarion has an ‘I’ve been caught’ look on his face. “Ugh, I had hoped you’d just ignore that part I sandwiched in there.”

You knit your eyebrows together, shaking your head at him. “I’m no stranger to your ‘sandwich’ tactics, Astarion,” You quip back. “A previous marriage?”

“One that I have no memory of and was contractually destroyed upon my first death. Now that I’m legally alive again, and they are still alive, it’s just to acknowledge that marriage is no longer legitimate, so that our marriage is.”

“Oh,” You say, digesting these two things at once; Astarion had an ex-husband or wife, and he was asking you to marry him right now.

“I figured we could go back to Baldur’s Gate for a while, get Wyll’s stamp of approval, and there was that midwife Shadowheart suggested to us…” Astarion trailed off, his mind wandering at all the things there was to do. “You should probably get a check up. It's been a while, darling, and my 'inspections' of you are hardly medical in nature.”

You give him a gentle smack on the shoulder, prompting a handsome smirk from him before you narrow your eyes at him. You knew he was going to tell you that now was the time to settle down. You knew it was coming.

“Don’t look at me like that. Not after what I’ve just asked of you.” His rounded eyes look away from you, like he’s embarrassed.

You change your tune, realizing you’re being a jackass. You ease yourself out of bed, Astarion rushing to help you. You take his arm, and once on your feet, you place your hands on his chest, looking up at him as he looks away from your cleavage, meeting your gaze.

“Astarion, of course I’ll marry you,” You say with a smile, bringing him into a tender kiss. Astarion cups your cheek with one hand and a breast with another: he has become rather obsessed with them lately.

“I guess I’m just not ready for our grand adventure to end.” You explain, tears in your eyes as you think about all the change that’s to come.

Astarion cradles you closer. “My love, this is just the start of a new adventure. And let’s be reasonable, we both know you’re terribly uncomfortable with all the traveling. Don’t you want to just rest your tired, but very sexy body for the last part of your pregnancy, my darling?”

You couldn’t help but agree.

He’s being cheeky, trying to hide the tears that have welled up in his eyes. Astarion has never known family. He couldn’t fathom having a wife, nonetheless a pregnant one. But here he was, with the object of his desire in his arms.

“I love you so much, Tav. I just want you and our child to be safe.” Astarion says. “Baldur’s Gate is the safest place for us. All of our friends are there, we have ample protection and resources – don’t make me beg.”

You’re back in Baldur’s Gate before you know it.

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The night you arrive, you and Astarion stay at Jaheira’s house; the two of you are utterly exhausted from your travels, and you collapse in bed.

Astarion watches as you lie on your side, trying to find a pillow to place beneath your large, aching belly. Realizing how little options you had, Astarion lies beside you, snaking his hand beneath your belly.

“Ah,” You say in relief, earning a smile from Astarion, who just wanted you to be comfortable. He had seen how hard your pregnancy had been.

“I guess it’s alright if you use my pillow, darling. I wouldn’t be opposed to staying just like this, though.” Astarion’s voice is light and gentle, the smoothness filing your ears in a pleasurable way. “We have a long day tomorrow. We’ll likely be at the courthouse all day…”

Astarion shivers at the thought, giving a dramatic sigh, making you laugh.

“Could you imagine going back to that? Being a magistrate? Spending all day in the courtroom settling legal disputes and passing ‘Astarion approved’ laws?” You smile over your shoulder at him; a perfect opportunity to steal a sweet kiss, Astarion plants one on your cheek as he chuckles.

“No, certainly not. I love being an adventurer with you.” Astarion places another kiss on you, this time to your neck. “But I may have to find something to do in the meantime while our little one is…well, little.”

“What do you have in mind?” You ask as you intertwine your fingers with his, the warmth in your chest nearly bringing tears to your eyes.

“I’ve got a few options. You know that Jaheira wants me to help her recruit more Harpers in the city, but that sounds like far more trouble than it’s worth. Maybe I’ll work in the city with Wyll, continuing to help with the various outreach programs he's implemented as Duke," Astarion explains as he listens to the beating of the hearts of both his child and his beloved.

He can tell once you've fallen asleep, but he keeps talking, because he can feel the fluttering in your stomach as his child responds to his voice.

It takes everything in him not to choke up.

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The next day, you try look as beautiful and bridal as you can being so heavily pregnant. But today was the day you’d become an Ancunín, and you wanted to look nice.

“A pregnant bride is so very scandalous,” Astarion teased as he watched you dress. Your husband-to-be was a bit of a peeping tom.

Astarion picks up last nights panties you discarded on the floor.

“Tsk tsk. You can’t be so messy, my wife.” Astarion was testing the word on his tongue, bringing the fabric that absorbed your carnal scent to his nose, inhaling as he gazed at you devilishly.

You blush, rolling your eyes at him as you slip on a new pair, but Astarion stops you, beckoning you to him.

Astarion sits on the edge of your bed, bringing your body between his thighs as his pretty lips circle the tip of your breast, gently suckling your nipple as he flicks his tongue against you.

“So sensitive…” You moan, but you make no motion to move away, so Astarion doesn’t stop.

“Mmm,” He moans back, his hand moving from the curve of your belly to your slick mound, which was also increasingly sensitive as you got further in your pregnancy.

Astarion tenderly massages the folds of your cunt, easing a finger between your walls as he brings his thumb to caress your swollen clitoris, the very one that he was dreaming of devouring with his tongue after he gave your gorgeous breasts the proper attention they deserved, of course.

Astarion loved you like this. Swollen with his child, evidence of being filled to the brim with his come. His sensitive nose could smell your ‘baby’ hormones that made your skin glow, made your hair thick and shiny.

It made him ravenous. You were absolutely gorgeous to Astarion.

He couldn’t even believe it, really. It had been nearly seven months since the two of you found out, seven months of adventuring, of watching your body change, and it awakened something within him.

Although you often complained how swollen you felt, Astarion loved the way you looked: your nipples and labia puffy, clit engorged, your ringed muscle puckered, your stomach rounded and full.

Not to mention how desperate you were for him; you quivered under his every touch. You were just so responsive, so sensitive, like your every nerve was on fire for him; he couldn’t help but indulge you whenever possible. He just wanted to touch you, to watch you squirm, to look at your body and know that you, your womb, is his.

Astarion stands up and gently pushes your back against a wall as he moves to get on his knees, lifting a thigh up and to the side as he kisses down your inflated stomach.

Reaching up to take a breast in his hand, Astarion brings his mouth to your center, engaging your core with his lips. He brings your folds into his mouth, sucking and caressing your sex with his tongue.

He just wants to worship your body. He needs just a taste of you, of your depths, and he plunges his tongue between your folds, gathering your juices on his lips before focusing on that sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of your mound.

You’re delicious, beautiful and maternal, pliant in his hands as he reaches two fingers into your depths, reaching behind your clitoris to rub your spongey walls. His motions have you seeing white, causing your breasts to heave and bounce as your body clenches around his dexterous fingers.

He loves the way you drag your fingers through his hair; feeling your nails on his scalp sends shivers throughout his body.

Astarion pulls away as you come undone, watching as you writhe above him. Astarion is fully holding you up with his strong hands, making him feel like quite the family man at this moment, physically carrying both his bride and his child in his hands.

He still can’t believe this.

Astarion brings the both of you to the bed, stripping his clothes off as you get comfortable, maneuvering yourself for his entry.

Being so large, you couldn’t lie on your back anymore, and riding him was far too difficult, so you opted to bend yourself over, putting pillows beneath you in all the right places to ensure your comfort.

Astarion moans at the sight of you exposing yourself to him.

“Fucking yes, my love. You’re so beautiful, Tav.” Astarion grasps his wet cock. He’s dripping with so much pre-cum that he’s almost surprised, and he uses it to wet his member, which so desperately needs to be inside of you. "If I could just keep you like this forever..."

Astarion pulls back his foreskin with his thrusting motions, moving the skin up and down his shaft, groaning as he admires you.

Parting your folds with his finger and thumb, Astarion lines himself up with your entrance before enveloping himself into your warmth, earning a gasp from him at the sensation.

“Gods, you feel even tighter, Tav, with my child in you…” Astarion drifts off, the squelching and slapping of skin on skin making him entirely forget himself.

Astarion felt your waves of pleasure wash over you as you coiled around the base of his cock. With two fingers, Astarion massages that sweet button of yours, causing you to gush even harder around him, your orgasm evident in your entire being: you cried his name as you convulsed around him, giving him your milky come.

Astarion followed soon after, releasing his seed deep inside you as he spoke a love confession in your ear. Careful not to collapse on top of you, Astarion rolled over, giving you space to catch your breath.

Your muscles were already exhausted, fatigued from pregnancy and your spasming muscles. Astarion starts to mindlessly rub your back as you lay on your side, giggling as he draws you into his chest.

“Well, now I’ve got to fix myself,” You say, moving to stand before Astarion pulls you back into him.

“Maybe you should go just like this. Full belly, looking freshly fucked and used by your husband-to-be.” Astarion kisses your cheek, nuzzling his nose into your face as he does.

“Ha. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You giggle as your beloved finally releases you. Once you’ve fixed your makeup and properly dressed yourselves, the two of you walk out into the streets of Baldur’s Gate, hand in hand.

A few hours later, you would be known as Tav Ancunín, and your stomach leapt with joy at the thought. It wouldn’t be long, now.

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#astarion smut #astarion #astarion bg3 #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion x female tav #astarion romance #pregnant tav #pregnancy #astarion x f!reader #astarion x f!tav #dadstarion #dad astarion #papstarion #spawn!astarion

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gottawritesomething · 1 month

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A God's Folly (1/2)

Scene of an unsettling conversation/connection between God!Gale and his Chosen.

Huge thank you to @ceasesanity for their GodGale Gif

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The God of Ambition’s realm had been chiseled into Elysium in painstaking detail. Spiraling towers of marble trimmed with gold reliefs. Dramatized carvings depicting his accession to godhood decorating the various buildings adorning the land. Many of them replications of the most ambitious constructions from Faerun’s history. Rumors among his followers suggested that there was a perfect recreation of Waterdeep somewhere deep within the bounds of the realm. The truth of it mattered little, when the concept seemed so fanciful.

The God of Ambition watched the Great Wizard haughtily from his ornate throne room. It had been an extreme act of generosity to even allow him entry to his realm. Though it provided a unique opportunity to turn Elminster to the ways of Ambition as he'd done with so many before. Mortal’s hearts and minds had proven remarkably easy to capture; there was always something they wanted that he could provide a taste of. A lost love’s eyes resting on them for a moment, an acknowledgment from someone they respected, the sounds of an applauding audience chanting their name, the bitter denouncement of a rival. These harmless promises cultivated their belief in him, elevating him to a source of inspiration. Demonstrating the vast possibilities at his fingertips that they too could share in, if they'd just put their faith in him. Elminster suffered no such wonderment or distraction; he’d been set to his purpose and no pomp or circumstance would deter him. The elderly wizard swept through the grandest of structures, libraries, gardens, and palaces without a moment’s pause. The God of Ambition felt something that might have once been annoyance as he assessed Elminster’s approach. But of course, Gods were above such pettiness, that lay with the incessant squabbling of the mortal masses.

“Elminster Aumar, Chosen of Mystra, you should consider yourself lucky I allow you to stand in my presence given the disrespect your goddess has subjected me to. Know that you enter my plane by my will alone. Though it is not too late for you to rectify your misplaced faith. Galerian creed could bolster your already formidable reputation to new heights, perhaps claim deitydom for yourself.“

Elminster bowed deeply, regarding the God with a resigned gaze. There, again, was the prickle of irritation; the God dismissed the frivolous feelings.

“Your magnanimity knows no bounds, my lord, but I come seeking your Chosen. So that we may broker a peace between the warring temples in Amn. I seek no quarrel with you.”

“And yet, a quarrel you may still have. I see no reason to quell the conflict. Even battle has its ambitious aims.” The God of Ambition reclined, feigning disinterest.

“If I am not mistaken, my lord, your worship benefits from living practitioners. The casualties from the schism have been significant enough that the city discusses closing both temples; I would never seek to deny your followers a place to worship.”

The God of Ambition considered attempting a laugh, unsure if he still knew how to feint a convincing one.

“Very well, she'll assist you.”

With blink, he established a calling portal before returning his attention to Elminster, a smug smile flickering across his features.

“You may attempt to turn her head, Elminster but she remains my most loyal follower, her Ambition is to remain at my side.” The God twined something carefully through his fingers.

A different man's life ago as they'd sat in a paltry conjured boat. Gale had asked her to have the best version of him, she'd told him that she could not, because to pursue the crown would destroy him. It had seemed she meant it when the God of Ambition first came for her. She could hardly look upon his visage and withdrew herself from his hold. But he'd been too new, too overwhelmed with the eternity now within grasp. He'd come for her too soon.

But soon, she'd returned to him of her own volition. She'd heard of the incorporation of their great love story into his expanding mythos. Initially, so full of fire and outrage. At the time, she’d not understood the need for it to be carved into temple walls. Or why bards composed songs about how no two beings had never been so suited. He explained the hope it gave his followers and all those who heard their tale. The appeal of the story of a man who had nothing and was nothing, pursuing the hero of Baldur's Gate. That she'd recognized in him, innately, this capacity of power, which he'd gone on to claim in her name. The embellishments, he’d assured her, only served to make it more inspiring. Still, she’d stormed, passionate and fiery. He'd eventually managed to settle her in a way he could never, while mortal.

By that point, his command over the Galerian Weave was absolute. In his expertise, he'd realized her connection to its very fibers. He’d hypothesized that their bond and the thoughts of her as he ascended had etched her within its structure. That despite her mortal existence, she’d somehow become fused with his Weave. As such he’d come to know her as deeply as he knew all Weave. Her innermost being now observable to him, providing him with her most inescapable truth.

The orb had only confirmed what the God of Ambition had already suspected: he had her heart entire. That she loved him senselessly, impossibly, that there was no action he could take that would remove him from her every beat of her heart. Her protestations falling away when confronted with this fact.

It had occurred to him how Mystra had demonstrated a decidedly ungodly naivete in seeking out mortal companionship. An attempt to recapture the part of her that burned away when she ascended, he suspected. He still held a fondness for his Chosen of course… She represented a facsimile of his mortal wants and life. He’d once entertained the thought that perhaps he’d called to her himself. That somewhere within was a wisp of the man he'd been, clawing and sobbing for her, an element he'd never successfully excised. But instead culled, preventing it from further dulling his divine senses.

Elminster’s eyes remained wary as Tav stepped through the God's portal.

She was dressed in exotic and delicate fineries, impossible materials intricately embroidered. The fabric shifted in color and flow around her as she walked. The beauty of the garment almost obscuring the exhaustion in her face.

Elminster explained the situation in detail, with Tav nodding slowly. With his summation done, the God of Ambition returned the ailing wizard to the tenuous grasp of his goddess, returning his full attention to his Chosen. Did they know how shatterable they were? That he dwarfed her not only in size but also in the sheer power at his fingertips. The glimmer within him would have screamed until his throat bled at the imbalance, if he’d paid it any heed.

“As ever my dear, I am sure you will do the Galerian faith proud. Though do keep an eye on Elminster, I feel his influence ring through some of my more far-flung sects.”

Tav nodded stoically. A flash of something pushed the God of Ambition to require more from her, to prove the tangibleness of their connection.

“Of course, I needn’t wonder about his influence on you.” He attempted a smile, Tav’s stony demeanor unleashing something unbecoming of a deity within him. “Not when there is such evidential proof of your love for me.” There was a flash of blinding light, and like a curtain lifting, a chain coiled upon the throne room floor, revealing its snaking path towards his chosen, traveling up her form to rest at her chest—at her heart. It glowed a pale blue, pulsing the heartbeat of Galerian Weave. The beat of both their hearts. Tav followed the chain with her eyes, the thin, impossible chain curled delicately around the orb’s scar as The God of Ambition wove it between his fingers.

He invaded her every sense, sliding like smooth water over her skin, raw power of his energy crackling over her. Noting the goosebumps that erupted on her skin. A whispered plea fell from his lips for only her ears.

“Tell me you love me, still.”

Her eyes fixed on his, the intensity of her sorrow and love mixing in an intoxicating blend. To feel so much and so strongly was so utterly mortal. At times, it felt as though she was looking beyond him, peering deeply into him as if searching for something.

“Of course, my lord.”

The God of Ambition wished she’d used his name, but for the moment, the need was satiated.

“Then go forth.” With a dismissive hand wave, he returned his Chosen returned to their mortal duties. The unease of their encounter soothed as the God of Ambition surveyed his domain once more. The delicate balance maintained requiring that not even a passing thought linger on the fact that the chain's end was not within his hands—that it, too, disappeared into his chest.

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Pleasure

Synopsis: Astarion teaches Tiriel to give a blowjob.

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

Tags: smut, oral sex, trauma talk

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The late evening is sweet and warm, the stars shining beautifully in the dark skies.

It’s Astarion’s second spring as a free person.

These months always bring hope, and even in his years of slavery Astarion sometimes dared to dream of freedom in those few weeks when nature was new.

Astarion looks to the right. Tiriel walks beside him in her spidersilk armor. The two-handed ax is strapped on her back. She looks ahead with almost child-like amusement.

He can’t take his eyes off her.

Freckles, wrinkles on her forehead, those funny half-elven ears. He knows every small detail of her body – and loves her mindlessly.

Tiriel notices his look and takes his hand. Her skin is warm, and Astarion squeezes her fingers tighter.

She is much younger, only thirty-eight. The year she was born, he was forced to entertain a certain nobleman from Amn for an entire year. And by the end of it, Astarion thought that returning back to the mansion wouldn't be so bad because at least there he could pretend he was something more than a toy to play with in bed.

Tiriel was beaten by her relatives for being a half-elf. He was beaten and tortured for fun.

Tiriel was starved and humiliated by her own blood. He was fed rats and fleas by his master.

At the age of fifteen, she managed to escape, and Astarion’s undead heart aches when he thinks about young Tiriel, almost a child, wandering the wilderness on her own, without a weapon or armor.

Shedidn’t even have a name before an old adventurer, a tiefling-paladin, explained to her that “pixie” and “fairy” aren’t an appropriate way to call a young woman, no matter her race and origin.

Tiriel told Astarion all these with a bitter smile – her cheating mother, evil chieftain stepfather, cruel siblings, years of traveling on her own, the way she chose her own name at the age of fifteen. The loneliness and pain she tried to soothe with drinking.

But Astarion knows Tiriel too well. She still suffers for what happened to her. Tears prickle her eyes when she talks about her miserable childhood.

They both have a lot of darkness in their past. She consoles him after nightmares and soothes his anxieties. He tells her how beautiful she is.

He smiles to himself. Maybe the gods did hear him after all, making Tiriel’s father stay for the night in the village in the Sunset Mountains and sleep with the chieftain’s wife. It just took Tiriel some time to grow up and get to Baldur’s Gate.

“Well, the night is young and we have many hours of travel again. I wonder if there is any village we can get to by the morning,” Astarion says.

“I doubt it. One more day in the tent, then,” she shrugs.

“Easy for you, Tiriel, you don’t have to stay inside! And I am trapped, protected from the murderous sunlight only by a thin layer of fabric.”

“First of all, you keep me for yourself until I absolutely need to go out,” she laughs. “Second, it’s an enchanted fabric, and third it’s a very big tent! Don’t complain!”

“Oh, it’s not fun to be in a relationship if I cannot complain!”

Tiriel brushes her finger along his cheek. He closes his eyes, savoring the touch. If only he knew she was already alive in the last decades of his slavery. Maybe it would make things more bearable.

Then he notices Tiriel looking to her side. She opens her mouth and then immediately shuts it, as if trying to say something but not knowing how.

His wild girl doesn’t have a wide vocabulary, that’s for sure.

“What is it, my sweet?”

“Oh? Nothing!” she blushes. “Nothing-”

Astarion is sure there is something on her mind but he isn’t sure if he should push her. Tiriel doesn’t like it.

Neither does he.

They keep walking through the valley and no matter how sharpened Astarion’s senses are, he doesn’t catch any sentient creature’s scent.

There is no one for many miles.

“Astarion,” Tiriel calls him out.

“Yes? What is it?”

She takes a deep breath and stares at her feet. Astarion is sure he’s never seen her that embarrassed.

“I want to take you in my mouth.”

Astarion has to put an effort not to laugh. “And what exactly in this gods forbidden place made you want this?”

She turns her head away avoiding looking at him.

“I’ve been thinking about it for three days.”

“What self-control!”

“Don't laugh, Astarion! Besides, you've gone down on me already! Even when I was on my period!”

He chuckles remembering the taste of her moon blood. It was incomparable to anything else.

“You are a half-elf, my dear, I couldn’t miss the only time you bleed every year and a half. In your case, it’s a rare treat. Not so rare if you were a pure-blood elf of course. Then we would have to wait for a decade.”

“I want to,” she says. “I want to give you pleasure.”

“As if you don’t already give it to me,” he approaches Tiriel and puts his fingers on her neck, where a fresh bite mark is slowly healing. “But who am I to say no to such a generous offer?”

He looks around and notices a boulder that he can comfortably sit on.

Tiriel impatiently waits till he puts his sack on the ground and sits. Now Astarion can feel her arousal and he contemplates if he should just fuck her like he usually does.

He spreads his legs a bit so she can unlace his trousers without an effort.

“Should I undress?” She asks.

“Take off your armor. The rest only if you want to.”

Tiriel quickly gets rid of the spidersilk armor and stays only in her shirt and trousers. Then, she contemplates for a bit and takes off her top as well. Her skin immediately is covered with goosebumps and her nipples harden because of the cold air.

Astarion feels the tension between his legs. Tiriel knows what she has just done to him.

“Kneel,” he asks. He tries to make it sound like a request, but it sounds like an order anyway. Tiriel bites her lower lip and slowly sits down.

Astarion admires her face for a few moments and then nods allowing her to unlace his trousers. His cock is soft and Tiriel carefully kisses the base of the shaft.

“You haven’t done this before, right?” He asks, feeling his arousal grow.

“Which part of ‘I was a virgin’ don’t you remember?” She asks, planting a kiss right below his navel.

“Yes… True… Well, I’ve probably received it a couple of times, although I don’t remember. Usually, I was giving…” He shivers when Tiriel kisses his half-naked hip.

“Should I take it?” She mutters.

“Wait,” Astarion brushes her hair with his fingertips. “It will be difficult to swallow it fully, it will just be unpleasant. Use your hand.”

“Like that?” Tiriel grabs his cock the same way she grabs her weapon and Astarion gasps.

“I knew what I was getting into,” he murmurs. He feels hot down there, all his thoughts and emotions are focused on his own cock which is getting harder as Tiriel holds it.

“Yes- Yes, like that,” he grabs a fistful of her hair and makes her head lean towards his cock. “Now relax your tongue and lick the tip. Do it, don't be afraid.”

Tiriel studies the cock for a while and then touches the sensitive head with her tongue. She licks it, forcing a string of pre-cum to flow down the shaft, and then kisses the tip.

“Does it feel good?” she asks.

“Yes-”

“Great, because I like it, too,” she finally goes down and takes the part of his cock into her mouth.

Astarion whimpers as Tiriel starts sucking him. She still hasn't fully taken him into her mouth, and he doesn’t expect she will. Tiriel looks up, maintaining eye contact and he sees tears in the corners of her eyes.

Her right hand goes up under the shirt where she squeezes his right nipple forcing Astarion to moan loudly.

Inexperienced or not, Tiriel knows his body too well, all of his sensitive parts.

Then she stops half cock still in her mouth and her eyes smirk.

What is she up to?

She goes down fully, her lips meeting the base of the shaft. Astarion feels his legs shiver.

He is throat-deep in her and the feeling is like nothing that he’s experienced before. Tears flow down Tiriel’s cheeks. Astarion leans back, and Tiriel uses her right hand to reach out for his balls.

“Ngh,” he whimpers, feeling his orgasm getting closer. He thinks he should pull her head away and come on her naked breasts or on her face – he’s personally always hated getting gushed down his throat – but before he manages to make any coherent movement he finishes in Tiriel’s mouth.

Tiriel lets his still-hardened cock go and Astarion expects to hear a cough or gagging sounds but instead, she stands up on her wobbling legs, smiles, and parts her lips to show the white pool of cum on her tongue.

Then she swallows it.

“You taste divine,” she murmurs, letting him taste himself on her lips. “And look very cute right now.”

Astarion slowly returns back from the high of his orgasm.

“Did you like it?” She asks.

“It was perfect. Everything you do to me is perfect.”

She giggles and then looks at his manhood. It’s still painfully hard.

“I can do the second round,” she says, licking her lips, but Astarion pushes her onto the grass and tugs her trousers. Her own entrance is wet and swollen.

“I want you to scream my name,” he murmurs, getting rid of the last pieces of his own clothes. “I want you to moan and whimper like the good, wild girl you are,” Astarion adjusts himself and feels her warmth around him the next moment. “And then I will come on these breasts of yours.”

Tiriel cups his face and parts her swollen lips.

“I would love nothing more.”

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