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hissithlady · 7 months

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A Sonnet on His Back

By HisSithLady

Astarion looks forward to a night with his Master, Cazador, who has promised him a special night.

18+ Erotica. Minors DNI

Relationships:

Astarion/Cazador Szarr

Characters:

Astarion

Cazador Szarr

Additional Tags/Warnings

Blood, Blood and Injury, Blood Drinking, Blood and Torture, Male Slash, Anal Sex, Anal, Master/Slave, Sexual Slavery, Dom/sub, Lust, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, I'm Bad At Tagging, Razors, Cutting

Astarion paced with anticipation in his chamber. Cazador, his master who had saved him years ago had promised a night together with something special.

This was a rare occurrence as of late, the vampire lord indulging more in the toys he ordered Astarion to bring to him than the one he claimed to be his favorite. He fussed, not sure why, moving his hair in places, feeling his own body, should be be clothed? Should he be naked and waiting?As his mind swam there was a soft knock.

"C-come in," he cursed how his voice shook as his master strode in, closing the door behind him. The proud vampire lord strutted to his spawn, taking him in with hungry eyes.

"M-my master," the spawn bowed low to his creator. Cazador, dressed casually, cupped Astarion's face, lifting it. The young vampire tried not to look eager to his raven haired Lord, but his touch sent shivers down his spine.

"My beloved, my Astarion,"

His chest fluttered as his eyes met the commanding red gaze of his master. His angled features almost soft as he stroked the spawns cheek with his thumb. Cazador pulled his beloved's face to him, pressing his lips against his. Astarion moaned into the kiss. His hands found Cazadors waist in an attempt to be as close as possible. Their tongues danced as if trying to devour each other.

Like starved lovers they tore at each other's clothing, gasping and groaning in passion. Cazador placed his hands on Astarion's shoulders, pushing the vampire spawn to his knees. The vampire lord's cock stood stiff, a considerable length that made Astarion's mouth water.

"You are magnificent, my lord,"

"Suck me,"

Astarion did not have to be asked twice. He nuzzled his face against Cazadors length before licking it up and down. He sucked his balls, teasing the tip of his penis, swirling his tongue around his head. The spawn was so absorbed in his task he barely registered his master speaking.

"Such a good boy, you do know how to please me," he gasped out.

Astarion's eyes widened feeling a rush of pride. He took all of Cazador's length in his mouth, gagging slightly before bobbing his head, taking his master to the back of his throat again and again.

"Good, good, take it, that's right," the vampire lord hissed. Cazador groaned as he pushed him to the hilt, his balls resting against his spawn’s chin. The white haired elf gagged, his throat closing around his master's length as he began to choke.

"You look so good with my cock in your mouth"

Astarion felt his body heat up at the praise of his master. Filled with new vigor, he placed his hands on the vampire's hips and bobbed his head, sliding back and forth over his Master's cock. Cazador moaned as he held the head of his spawn again to the base. He relished in the panic, the rapid breath, the squeezing of his throat. The vampire lord held him in place for a moment. Then pulled his cock from his mouth. Strings of saliva connected his spawn to his cock as Astarion coughed, catching his breath.

"Get up," the vampire ordered and Astarion obeyed. He looked over his master's body, toned and fit like his own, he reached out, letting a finger travel the deep gutters of Cazador's abs. Cazador grabbed the cock of his spawn, feeling the stiff white meat lurch in his grip. Astarion's legs almost gave way at the sudden attention, a whine escaping his lips.

"Y-you don't have to be rough, I come willingly," Astarion raised his hands giving an awkward playful grin that went ignored.

Pulling him in close, Cazador did not hesitate to sink his fangs into Astarion's shoulder. Astarion let out a moan as the blood flowed from his wound. The sharp pain of the bite turned into warm bliss. It was euphoric and he melted into Cazador's arms.

Cazador released him from the bite. Kissing him passionately, he shared the metallic tang of Astarion's blood.

"You already did that," Astarion whispered breathlessly, "I'm already yours."

"Yes you are, my beautiful boy." Cazador responded.

"On the bed, I have something special for you tonight," he commanded.

Astarion did as he was told, crawling onto the sheets on his hands and knees. His white ass presenting as his cock dribbled a pool onto the sheets below him. Astarion couldn't control the trembling of his body. His master, his lover, the one person he desired for pleasure and love would soon be inside him, he would soon be filled. Cazador watched as his beloved trembled with excitement. His pale form, toned and sculpted, a work of art.

"You are beautiful, Astarion. Saving such a treasure from the grip of death was well worth the trouble."

He ran a hand along the curve of Astarion's ass, eliciting a hiss from the spawn.

"I owe you my life, my master," Astarion moaned. "I am yours."

Cazador leaned forward, biting Astarion's earlobe. "You will be," he promised.

He pressed his thick cock tip against the spawns twitching hole. Astarion whimpered. His mind is a haze of need and desire. With only the saliva of his spawn’s throat Cazador pushed against the tight muscles of Astarion's hole.

Grunting, the vampire's spawn gritted his teeth, the sting of his tight hole behaving unyieldingly to his Master's attempt at penetration. Cazador grabbed Astarion’s hair wrenching his head back.

“Don’t resist me, spawn,” he seethed through gritted teeth.

Astarion whimpered, doing his best to relax as Cazador reared back, pushing harder into his slave's ass. With a pop and a gasp, his head slipped in. He held his spawns hip in his hands, the tight hot muscle squeezing his sensitive head. Astarion cried out, a mix of pleasure and pain, as he was filled.

"C-Cazador," gasped Astarion, the wave of pleasure building, more intense, as his mind threatened to shatter. Cazador grinned as he watched his spawn's back arch as he began to tunnel inside him, The pale elf cried out his bliss, his cock spilling seed onto the sheets beneath him in ecstasy. "M-more."

"Beg."

"Please, Master!" Astarion cried, a loud moan escaping him, Cazador's name following it as the vampire grabbed his face, turning him to face him and kissing him harshly, the other hand gripping the other's thigh to hold him open wider, Astarion's moans becoming muffled, before Cazador broke away, his mouth finding his throat, a low growl vibrating through his lips.

"Master!" Astarion gasped, as Cazador bit into his shoulder, hard. Crying out in both pain and pleasure, Astarion felt blood begin to drip down his skin, before Cazador began to lick it up, his hips still moving, his own breath coming in heavy gasps. Astarion's mind was spinning, Cazador's fingers gripping the skin of his thighs tightly, his hips slamming into him as he growled into his ear.

"You are mine, my spawn." Cazador's heated panting had Astarion's mind spinning. "Only mine, do you understand?"

"Yes, Master," breathed Astarion, his body shaking as Cazador's teeth grazed his neck only fueling his spawn's cries of passion.. "Only yours. I love you, I love you with all the days you have given me"

Suddenly Astarion felt a sharpness against his back, not the same sharpness as his Master's teeth, something more fine. Out of instinct he tried to turn and look only to have Cazador shove him back down, his cheek mashed into the sheets. '"M-mast-?"

"Hush," the vampire lord's rhythm didn't slow as he bent down to his ear,

"My beloved Astarion. I shall make you more beautiful than you are. I will make you art."

More sharpness caused Astarion to grit his teeth, his hands balling into fists. It was excruciating. He knew his master was rough but this was new. The sweat that formed ran into the open wounds causing him to howl.

Cazador was muttering something under his breath, something foreign that he'd never heard. Astarion gripped the sheets below him.

"Gods….what are you doing?" He cried out.

"I am carving a sonnet on your back my love, and marking the verses in scars. Your body is mine and I will make it so."

Astarion screamed, desperately wanting to stop the sting of cuts and scrapes against his back and the warmth of blood as it trickled down his skin. He wanted to look but was unable to as his master forced him into the sheets.

"Be still and take what I give you." His tone was dripping with lust.

"Y-yes," Astarion whimpered. All he could do was obey, all he could do was scream, in the mix of ecstasy and pain at his Master's hand. It must be beautiful, thought Astarion, it must be. His Master's poetry was second to none, it was an honor to be his canvas…an honor.

Cazador groaned, the razor digging into the soft flesh of his spawn's back, his tongue licking up the blood, the taste of copper, iron and salt mixing on his tongue, his mind drunk on it. Astarion was his, his perfect spawn, his to keep, to mark. His screams, sweet music.

He was making Astarion's body move on purpose with every sharp thrust of his cock, he wanted the blade to slip, it mattered not to him as he enjoyed carving over the mistakes again and again. Cazador growled as he continued to push his cock into Astarion, the man underneath himself gasping, moaning, his own cock still hard and drooling despite the pain. The vampire smiled as he saw Astarion's arms were shaking, and Cazador moved one of his hands from his thighs, to his shoulders digging his nails into the white skin.

"Grab your own cock and jerk yourself off," commanded the vampire, "Don't you dare stop and don't you dare cum until I say so"

At his words, Astarion reached for his sensitive cock. The pale elf's eyes rolled back as he started to pleasure himself, moaning into the thrusts. The vibrations went through Cazador’s whole body and he sunk over and over into his spawn.

"Be still, my beloved, you're going to make me, oops" Cazador teased digging the razor harder into Astarions back, the blinding pain causing him to shriek. "It needs to be perfect,"

Cazador laced his bloodied fingers in the vampire spawns white hair, dragging him to his knees, continuing the carve shapes and lines. "Hold this position, pet."

Astarion nodded, his breath uneven and heavy, his chest heaving. He could feel the cold air against the wounds on his back and the sting of them. It was almost too much, but he knew he had no choice but to stay as he was. He felt his Masters cock hitting deeper than before. His grunts turned to groans, groans becoming scream, Cazador digging the blade harder, relishing in his pain.

"Please...master, I...I need..."

Cazador smirked. "Be patient, my sweet. I'm not quite done yet. It’s magnificent, my beloved, the words on your skin are perfect"

Astarion whimpered, his eyes shut, tears threatening to spill. He knew what would happen if he didn't obey but that did not stop the screams that escaped him. He desperately kept the rhythm of his hand on his cock, his desire to please Cazador, to show him he could obey was driving him wild.

Astarion's hips moved in unison with his Master's, he wanted to please him, so badly as Cazador dug his nails into Astarion's locks. "Your screams are the sweetest, my beautiful spawn"

Astarion was a quivering mess. Cazador muttered softly, he strained to hear the words in hopes to get a taste of what masterpiece his master was forming. "M-master!"

"I think I'm almost done, my dear."

Cazador was grinning as he dug the razor in a little deeper, Astarion crying out, his back arching, blood flowing endlessly, the sheets below them running red. The vampire lord was loving the feeling of power over the spawn, watching as his blood seeped from his back, his cock being squeezed by his insides as they reacted to the blade. He had to stop himself from cumming prematurely, he had to finish what he was doing. Astarion squeezed his eyes closed, tears rolling down his cheeks, as he felt himself get close again. He so desperately wanted to release yet it seemed he was being kept on the edge, the pleasure and pain mixing together, the razor digging deeper into his back, his Master's nails digging into his skin.

"Please, Master," Astarion was dazed, head swimming. He whispered knowing what he wanted to hear, "please, make it hurt"

Cazador paused in surprise, his balls threatening to explode. Astarion could feel the jolt of his cock inside him. "As you wish, my love"

The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh intensified, Cazador carved the shape of his cock into his prized spawn over and over to the melody of the man's screams. The razor kept slipping, he kept digging it into the once perfect, unblemished back of his slave.

Astarion's mind spun, from bloodlessness or from the pleasure he wasn't sure. The smell of his blood, their sex, their sweat thickly filling the room. He knew from the moans of his Master that he was doing good, it felt like an eternity but he would endure this to have a piece of Cazador with him forever.

Finally, Astarion heard Cazador put the razor down, his flesh throbbing as the vampire lord wrapped his arms around his waist, kissing the bite marks on his shoulders.

"I-is it finished...your sonnet?" Astarion's voice dripped with desperation as he felt Cazador touch, tracing his masterpiece. Cazador wrapped his hand around Astarions neck, squeezing it as he held his body to him. Astarion felt his balls lurch, his eyes bulged before rolling back, mouth opening silent scream.

"Oh yes, my beloved," Cazador whispered in his ear, "and it is beautiful, it is perfect, just like you. Now cum, my beloved slave"

And that was all Astarion needed. He came hard, the white hot pleasure blinding him as his mind finally shattered, the feeling of his Master's teeth in his neck sending him spiraling over the edge. Cazador came moments after, his grip tightening as he rode his own orgasm out, filling his spawn.

Cazador released Astarion from his grip, the young man falling forward into the blood covered sheets, panting in bliss as his master slid out of him. Cazador looked down over his work, satisfied at the job he had done…one down, six to go.

He was brought back to reality as the man beneath him stirred, he leaned over the spawn, gently brushing the hair from his eyes that fluttered open.

"D-id I please you, Master?"

"Very much, my dear," the vampire Lord smiled, kissing his spawn on the head, before his attention was brought to the blood that had dripped down the young man's back, and down his thighs. Using the already stained sheets to wipe the blood from his chest Cazador held his hands over the open wounds and muttered. As he did so Astarian grunted as his skin stitched back together over the wounds in raised markings, scarring over.

"Will you read it to me? The sonnet?"

Cazador smirked "No,"

Astarion's brow furrowed.

"But you said it was for me, after all that, why not read it to me?" He reached out to his master, still craving the feel of him.

"Because," Cazador replied, jerking his shoulder away. "The beauty is not the words, but the art, the work."

Astarion looked puzzled as his Master rose, picking up his clothes up from the floor. Cazador redressed, making his way out of the room.

"Master?" Astarion called, "Lay with me please"

Cazador paused looking back at the mess he had left, the blood covered boy, the dirty sheets. "I have matters to attend too"

Astarion sat up.

"Do you not want to be with me, Master?"

Cazador chuckled. "You are insatiable."

"Please,"

"No, pet." It came out harsh. "I have more to write, your back isn't large enough for my vision."

“But..” Astarion said quietly, recoiling. "Yes Master,"

Cazador exited the room, not looking his way again, shutting the door behind him. The vampire spawn stood and reached back, feeling the new lumps formed on his flesh, turning to try and see if he could decipher what his master had written.

"How cruel of him" Astarion mused. He was used to his Master's tricks. He would find out eventually.

For now the young vampire laid on his bed, his blood stained, bruised body curling into the soft sheets, his mind swimming with what beautiful words he could have permanently etched on his back. Savoring the lingering feeling of his master’s touch before cleaning himself, bliss rang in his ears, his body tingling from his Master’s attention, Astarion didn't even notice the screams from the neighbouring chambers.

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nottragic-stilltoothsome · 7 months

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Everything I found in Szarr's palace, for all your fanfiction-writting needs. I haven't found any other post like this one, so i hope i m not copying anyone. Posting it here, because editing the official wiki feels intimidating. Feel welcome to add anything I missed.

Astarion's siblings (the other spawn):

Petras - one of the two you meet in the Flophouse.

Dalyria - the other one from the two you meet in the flophouse. Her diary can be found in the "guest room". Before Cazador turned her, she was a doctor, a "Physician General to the Parliament of Baldur's Gate". She thinks vampirism is a disease and plans on curing herself of it by drinking blood of someone young and healthy - other spawn's daughter, Victoria.

Leon Onufrio - before Cazador turned him, Leon was a sorcerer. He is the one whose daughter's (Victoria's) body is found, cursed, in the room where with the Kozakuran dictionary.

Leon put a protective counter-curse on her, to discourage other spawns from attacking her. Despite his efforts, Dalyria bit her, hoping it'd cure her vampirism. Needless to say, it didn't and Victoria died @easterlingwanderer found out that if you use "speak with the dead" on the body, it turns out that it was a random urchin and Leon did get Victoria out of the city on time. After removing the curse inflicting you with necrotic demage, you can loot a letter of her body from her father instructing Victoria to read said dictionary, so she can freely move around the castle.

In the favoured spawn room, you can learn that Leon was the one usualy occupying it (along with his daughter). His diary reveals that he put extra effort to be Cazador's best hunter, so he can keep Victoria away from others and that he came up with a plan with Figaro to disguise and sneak Victoria out of the palace.

He also notes that he doesnt like the way Violet looks at Victoria and Cazador's wicked smile, when Leon asked him what his master was planning to do with his daughter.

Violet - you can find her Diary in the Dormitory of Spawn. She notes that she put garlic in Yousen bed as a prank.

Aurelia - a tiefling

Yousen - @neophytepagan noticed he is a gnome

Other:

The chamberlain of Cazador was Antwun Dufay. In his diary, which can be found under his bed in his room after a successful passive perception check, it says that he had a lover Lurianna (a werewolf, who can be found dead by walking through fake north wall of chamberlain's office, or through another fake wall in Chamberlain's private room). He knew about Cazador's Black Mass enough to fake his death in order to avoid the threat of taking Astarion's place. Unfortunately for him, it seems he confused the actual death potion and fake death potion, and really died. His lover drank the other potion, which melted her guts. The actual fake-death elixir can be found in his desk, which puts the player in 10-turn coma. He ordered the elixir from Bonecloaks', where he also ordered most of the things the palace needed to function (like bloodstain remover, candles and food for "guests").

Godey - Cazador's right hand. Astarion says that while Cazador was the master of the palace, the kennels (the room where the spawn d be tortured, when they did something Cazador didnt approve of) was the domain of Godey. Godey tortured the spawn when Cazador didnt feel like it. Cazador trusted Godey with the key to the sealed ballroom for the duration of the ritual.

Through the palace, fanatic-servants cleaning the palace: Syrin - human, Greenfern - wood half-elf, Vilhelm - human, Varderola - also human. All of them are servants, who Astarion said are devoted to Cazador and came to the palace of their own will, beggining Cazador to turn them into vampires. Vilhelm is most noteable, as you can talk to him and he asks Astarion why isn't he downstairs, that he is late and the ballroom is already locked. If pressed, he informs that Godey has a key and that the Cazador is going to punish Astarion for missing the ritual (and from his expression, he seems to quite like the thought).

Chamberlain Dufay wrote a blooddonnors ledger, instructing the Spawn to favourite the lower class as prey, as too many missing patriars may drow too much attention.

The language Cazador uses is Kozakuran, from a distant land of Kara-Tur. Astarion notes that they were strictly forbidden from learning it. From Cazador's Journal you can learn that Astarion was not an unreliable narrator when he said Cazador liked torturing him the most: Cazador paid the most attention to him in the journal.

In the favoured spawn room, there is a ledger with the list of spawns who have been favoured (its only Leon and one time Violet).

Amanita Szarr - on her 13th birthsday, invited by her Uncle Cazador. She was invited to the ballroom. She became a vampire, but was not happy about it. She rejected her family name Szarr and named herself Lady Incognita. She claims she stays in the attic and writes stories. One of the books written by her can be found on Cazador's desk.

Mrel Alkam - vampire mastress from Athkatla that Cazador wrote a letter to.

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