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The night was closing in as the camp settled down after a victorious day of battle with Goblins. The three cult leaders were dead and the hierarchy of the Goblins was breaking down into scattered chaos. The Emerald Grove was safe from corruption and danger, and Alrick’s Tiefling brethren could safely travel to Baldur’s Gate. Now it was time to prepare to trek through the Underdark to reach Moonrise Towers and on the way find this fabled Nightsong.
Alrick, sat staring at the Necromancy tome they had found in the Blighted Village, they still didn’t have the key, but death was part of the balance of nature and as a Druid it was prudent that they study this to see how these spells would corrupt the balance of life and death. Gale had offered to help with finding the key as a locked book of mystery spells had piqued his interest.
“You know what they say about a watched book right?” Alrick heard Astarion say as the pale Elf crept up beside them.
“What?” Alrick asked, eager for his wisdom.
“It never boils,” Astarion said. Alrick gave him a confused look.
“Huh?”
“Never mind, I was hoping for a moment alone, away from prying eyes, those ones in particular,” Astarion said, gesturing to Gale who was playing with Scratch. Alrick liked the thought of a private moment alone with Astarion. They had willingly given him their blood on three occasions and somehow there had been a sense of desire creeping into their mind whenever they looked at Astarion. They wanted Astarion to taste them in a way that was removed from their symbiotic nature of flower and hummingbird.
“Give me a few moments,” Alrick said. Astarion smiled, his eyes travelling down the Tiefling before he stood up and walked away. Alrick put the necromancy tome away, hidden away safely. The thought of what Astarion wanted filled them with anticipation, would he want more blood or something else? The anticipation stirred their loins, shifting underneath the fabric as if knowing the answer. Alrick smoothed down their trousers, encouraging patience, not with prying eyes.
Alrick walked into the forest, eager, nervous, guided by starlight that broke through the canopy. Astarion walked out from behind a tree, shirtless and willing.
“I’ve been waiting, these recent days have had me…pondering,” he said. Alrick smirked at the Elf, approaching him and subtly loosening the silk ribbon on their shirt.
“Really, I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought about you,” they answered.
“And what thoughts are rattling about between those horns, good ones?” Astarion asked, teasingly as he watched Alrick’s tail flick excitedly.
“You’ve tasted my sweet vigour on your tongue, I wondered if you would taste my savoury seed, have me beyond the blood beneath my skin, have my body and take pleasure in it, feel my warmth and let me be yours to claim,” Alrick said, the words soft against Astarion's ear in a low breathy plead. Astarion exhaled and cupped Alrick’s chin, making the Tiefling look at him. He studied their eyes, the red eye infernal and glowing, and the blue eye elemental and shining.
“Let me wrap my teeth around your world and I will eat your young,” he said before kissing Alrick. He was going to have this Druid. Astarion pulled the clothes off Alrick with deft hands, pushing them against the rough tree bark. Their body was warm and he looked at the naked Tiefling’s body and licked his lips.
“I’ll be gentle,” he assured Alrick as he kissed the Druid again, each kiss being dragged lower and lower, from lips to neck, to collarbone, to taut dark red nipple that was now wet with saliva, to stomach until he had reached the core of Alrick’s desire. One hand gripped Alrick’s hip, fingers pressing into their flesh and the other placed on their stomach, fingers spread. Astarion wasn’t going to need his hands for this. Alrick gasped, feeling Astarion’s mouth engulf their hard length and feeling the motion of tongue, saliva and gentle fangs on them. The tree bark was rough on their back and Alrick silently begged to Loviator, to plead to the Maiden to let the pain of the tree bark upon their back, give more seed, more pleasure, no matter what was giving hurt, they wanted the feel of it to bless them. They had seen how Astarion’s eyes gleamed at their whipping at the hands of Abdirak, the pleasured moans of anguish of being struck all in Her name. Alrick’s lips loosened and let the moan escape them, one hand now gripping the white soft curls of Astarion’s hair. The other hand gripping the tree. Astarion wouldn’t stop, determined for this meal Alrick wanted to give him, he could sense his own drive for the Tiefling beyond blood, he was going to let this Druid spill and then he was going to take them for his own and let them bask in his gift. Alrick knew it was close, they were yearning, aching, biting their lip. And then the climax hit them and Alrick cried out, air and voice escaping to fill the air as their body radiated pleasure as Astarion’s hands gripped tighter and he drank them in. Loviator had blessed them with a bounty. Alrick’s chest rose and fell at the joy, the pleasure of Astarion’s mouth. Astarion drank deep, each savoury seed gifted and devoured that when he was done and he released Alrick, he breathed in deep the air. He looked up at the Tiefling, his mouth agape, a drop of white seed left and fell down his chin. Sticky, hot and oh so delicious.
“I have never been so hungry,” he said, rising up to meet Alrick’s gaze. “And now I want you more.” Alrick wiped the residue from Astarion’s chin with their index finger and licked it clean.
“Then have me,” Alrick whispered.
Astarion had prepared a blanket in advance, knowing Alrick would be wanting him. His knees were dirt covered from drinking in Alrick and now it was his turn. He sat atop the Tiefling, bodies grinding as Astarion could feel the Tiefling’s energy hadn’t waned. Alrick's tongue gracing his neck and leaving a glistening trail. He grinned, his fangs shining in the moonlight.
“Turn over,” he whispered. He moved off Alrick to give them room to turn their back to him. Astarion pressed his body to Alrick’s back, their tail wrapping around his waist.
“How delightfully devilish," Astarion said, feeling the binding of the tail.
“I want you close,” Alrick answered. Astarion penetrated Alrick, his breath hot on their ear. He fervently fucked Alrick, their tail squeezing his waist so as to not let go. Astarion didn’t want to let them go either, he wanted them to melt into him. His breaths became moans as Alrick gasped and moaned, their body beginning to quiver from the tight pleasure that ached and radiated up their spine. Astarion was tempted to bite down on their neck, but he was full, what good would it do when Alrick had already given him a feast. Instead he resisted the temptation of their delectable neck and let his lust take over. He then let out an orgasmic cry of pleasure, his whole body felt heavy as he and Alrick collapsed to the ground, bodies still entwined in each other. Alrick unwound their tail from Astarion who just held them tight, his own seed spilling within them. He sighed and then released the Tiefling, lying on his back and staring at the stars. Alrick rolled onto their back and stared up at the sky, it seemed appropriate for a Circle of Stars Druid to have had sex under the night sky. Astarion had never experienced this sort of bliss before, there was calm, no pain, no screaming, no orders being yelled at him.
“Is it always this peaceful after?” He asked. Alrick looked at Astarion.
“On a night like this, the only thing you need to hear is the sounds of nature humming in tune with the after-bliss,” they answered. Astarion sat up and looked at the Druid who was looking at the sky. He sat there for a blissful moment before lying back down beside Alrick.
“It was incredible,” he said to them. “Tell me, how long had you wanted this to happen?”
“Realistically after you drank my blood the second time but truthfully, when I found you after we escaped the nautiloid, I will admit I was a little turned on when you pressed that dagger to my throat,” Alrick confessed. Astarion laughed at the confession.
“Is that why you didn’t resist,” he said. Alrick laughed as well.
“Astarion…star…Circle of Stars…constellations…I think I’ll call you that,” they said.
“Call me what?” Astarion asked.
“My star,” they replied. Astarion was speechless, no one had ever given him a nickname that wasn’t used for derogatory meanings, abuse, or control. He kissed Alrick, as words didn’t feel enough.
“You’re welcome,” Alrick said, knowing what the kiss had said.
The night passed and neither Astarion nor Alrick returned to the camp to sleep, instead opting to stay in the forest. Astarion awoke first, got dressed and embraced the warmth of the sun on his body. When Alrick awoke, they saw the scars on Astarion’s back. Alrick stood up, found their clothes and dressed before approaching Astarion.
“Morning,” they said and kissed his back softly. Astarion breathed in and embraced the arms that wrapped around him.
“If people are talking in camp when we get back, I can only assume they heard you,” Astarion said.
“Well they know how I sound anyway,” Alrick said. Astarion chuckled and turned around to face the Druid. He still was perplexed by the kindness and passion that they had shown him, even if it had started as a purely carnal desire.
“You know you taste absolutely divine,” Astarion said.
“I wonder what you taste like,” Alrick said, taking a step back to turn and find their boots before Astarion pulled them into a kiss.
“You’ll find out, it wouldn't be fair else,” he answered.