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Astarion’s Nice Simple Plan
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How Astarion got Horny and thought about all the different ways he could Seduce Allora
Astarion stood, wrapped in shadows, panting softly, as he spied upon Allora from the short cliff overlooking the river’s shore. He curled his hands into fists as desire thrummed through his body, cock throbbing.
It had been nearly two hundred years since he’d craved someone like this. The moment his fangs had sunk into Allora’s throat, the taste of her life essence had been pure ecstasy. Her blood fulfilled the gnawing ache in his soul. It wasn’t long before he was overwhelmed by her passion, her desire. It had flowed over him and through him with a desperate yearning as if her need was his own.
Astarion watched as Allora closed her eyes and, tilting her head back, began gliding her fingers down her throat to his bite. Twin dark rivulets of blood slipped down her neck and onto her chest. His gaze intensified as he watched her glide two fingers along the thin rivulets of blood and bring them to her lips. Astarion stifled a groan as she licked her fingers before sucking them clean.
It was the single most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. He was transfixed by the sight of Allora gliding her hand down her body to the high slit of her gown at the top of her thigh. He watched as her fingers twitched against her skin before curling into a fist around the material and halting her descent. A part of him very much wanted to watch her touch herself, while another equally powerful need wanted to touch her himself.
Allora’s desire had awakened something inside of him that he thought had died a long time ago. But Astarion was conflicted. It was a rabbit hole he’d vowed never to tumble down again. Not when it had ended in his utter torment and the breaking of his spirit.
Yet ever since the mind flyers had infected him with their tadpole, everything had changed. He was no longer Cazador’s puppet—but who knew how long that would last? Or precisely when the bastard would come looking for his…property. Astarion ground his teeth at the thought. Whether he liked it or not, he needed protection; he needed someone who would fight at his side if Cazador or any of his minions came calling.
His gaze settled on Allora. And who better than someone who was trained in the ways of killing vampires? Someone who was not only skilled in martial prowess but was exceptional at battle tactics. Someone who was not only generous to a fault, but who was keen on helping anyone who asked… He needed her more than just willing to help him; he needed her utterly devoted to him and his freedom.
Besides, he was smarter now, and after seducing thousands of victims for Cazador, he knew exactly how to manipulate others for his needs. He would not fall into that trap again. Astarion forced himself to turn away and teleported through the shadows, deeper into the forest. He needed to get away from camp, away from the sweet temptation that was calling to him from the river’s edge. He needed to think, to formulate a plan of seduction that would guarantee Allora would fall for him and defend him at all costs. But his mind was blank as his throbbing cock demanded all of his attention. Astarion glanced down at the hard erection protesting the tight confines of his leather breeches.
How long had it been since he’d had a hard-on without Cazador’s special potions? It had been ages since someone had excited him, not since that beautiful boy, Daniel, and his utter failure in trying to save him. But even those memories did little to alleviate the heat coursing through his body, pulsating in his loins.
Astarion closed his eyes and pressed the heel of his palm against his length as he leaned back against a thick pine tree. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d wanted or even needed to pleasure himself without his Master’s compulsion. He’d certainly never wanted to; there wasn’t anything appealing about seducing an endless stream of victims whose final moments had no doubt been filled with terror and pain as Cazador had sucked them dry. Astarion had at least tried to give them a few moments of pleasure before the end, no matter how much he’d loathed it. And he hadn’t been the only spawn who’d required the pink potions for their seductions. Astarion had had two bottles with him when he’d been taken by the mind flyers, and had been quite happy when he’d discovered they’d been broken during the crash. Luckily, he didn’t need them to seduce Allora, and he knew exactly why: her blood.
It was flowing through his veins, slightly elevating his body temperature, just as it made his undead heart beat a little faster. He ran his tongue over his fangs, still tasting the sweet, spicy flavour that he’d quickly come to crave. The first night he’d drunk from her, he’d barely noticed his arousal; it had been merely one of many changes that had occurred in his body. But ever since she’d offered him to feed from her on a regular basis, he’d tasted her desire, felt it echo inside himself. But this…this was a fucking raging inferno. It was liberating and frightening all at once.
Astarion groaned as he began to massage his cock, stroking his shaft through his breeches, feather-light touches that made his hips jerk forward as he teased himself. He glanced down at his groin, still in awe. It was strange to touch himself like this after almost two centuries of feeling nothing. It was overwhelming, if not a little bit scary, but exhilarating too. It was another taste of freedom the tadpole, and Allora’s delicious blood, had given him. He slid his palm down the hard length before massaging his balls through his tight pants and hissed. Astarion was having a hell of a time thinking about his plans for seduction with all his blood throbbing in his cock. There really wasn’t much he could do; he would have to pleasure himself.
With his lithe fingers trembling ever so slightly, Astarion quickly worked the laces of his breeches loose and pushed the flaps open wide. A whimper escaped his lips as his throbbing erection sprang free, beads of pre-cum already welling from the deep pink tip. He pushed his pants down past his ass before leaning back against the rough bark of the tree. Ever so gently, Astarion teased the tip of his cock, running his thumb along the slit and spreading slick all over the darkened head peaking through the top of his foreskin. Slowly, he slid his hand lightly down his shaft, pushing the foreskin down, a teasing touch that had his hips jerking forward and a moan escaping his lips. Taking a firmer hold of his cock, Astarion began to slowly pump his hand up and down his shaft, his foreskin gliding with his touch, revealing the deep pink head weeping with pre-cum.
What he wouldn’t give to have Allora with him right now. Astarion closed his eyes as he leaned his head back, trying to imagine how she would react to finding him like this. Would she blush prettily with embarrassment before sliding to her knees and taking his cock into her hot mouth? A groan escaped him at the thought of her lovely lips wrapped around his erection, pulling him deeper into all the hot, wet heat. He couldn’t help himself as he pushed his hips forward, slowly fucking into his fist as he imagined slowly thrusting his shaft into her mouth. He had no clue as to how sexually experienced she was, but in that moment, he desperately wanted to find out. Would she suck him deep, letting him hit the back of her throat? Would she gag all over his cock, sending vibrations up and down his shaft? A whine of need escaped his lips as he began to move his hand a little faster, twisting his palm around the head of his cock as he slid his hand down to the thick base—his grip tightened as he stroked himself. The lewd sound of his pre-cum and skin sliding over skin as he pumped his erection filled the air, goading him further.
But, Astarion wanted more than just to cum between her pretty lips. He imagined pulling his cock from her mouth and pushing her onto the forest floor, her voluptuous breasts glistening with a fine sheen of sweat in the moonlight, those dusky red nipples hard as diamonds staring up at him, her eyes glazed with want. Would she spread her pretty legs? Would she beg him to fuck her? To slide his body over hers, and thrust between her glistening pussy lips into all that wet, tight heat? Astarion had the distinct feeling Allora would meet him thrust for thrust as he fucked her hard, driving his cock as deep inside her gripping cunt as possible. He wanted to hear her moan, to make her scream his name so everyone in camp knew just who was pleasuring their lovely leader. He wanted her delirious with need, begging for more, for bliss that only he could provide. And with centuries of seductions under his belt, he certainly knew how. And for once, he was going to enjoy it, because this time it was for him.
Astarion slid his other hand down, cupping his scrotum, and began gently fondling his balls as he continued to stroke his shaft harder. He could feel the pressure building. He wanted it to last, but after so long of having no control over his own body, he was desperate to feel it, desperate to make this pleasure finally his own. Astarion squeezed his eyes shut, a groan slipping from his lips as his balls suddenly tightened. His pleasure turned sharp as he slid his hand up his cock and began stroking the sensitive glands of his cockhead in tight circles while he held tight onto the base of his shaft. Fuck, he could feel the bliss building higher, sharper with each fucking stroke. Astarion couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to cum inside her sweet, hot cunny. To feel her pussy flutter around his cock as her orgasm hit while his fangs were buried deep in her darling neck, her sweet, spicy blood flowing over his tongue and down his throat.
What would her orgasm taste like? Astarion moaned at the thought of going down on Allora and lapping up all those sweet juices from her hot pussy. Would she taste as sweet as her arousal smelled? Could it rival the deliciousness of her blood? The thought sent a jolt of pleasure arcing through his body, making his knees weak. They suddenly gave way as Astarion hit the cool forest floor hard, but it barely registered in his pleasure-addled brain. He fell forward, and bracing one hand against the dirt, began frantically fucking into his fist, his grip tightening with each punch of his hips. Astarion’s moans grew louder as he fucked his fist hard and fast—oh fuck—his hips thrust forward, his back arching as the pleasure exploded in his core, radiating outwards in blinding bliss. His hips stuttered as ropes of warm cum erupted from the pulsing head of his cock.
“Fuuuckkk!” The low whine burst from his lips as stars exploded behind his eyelids. The pleasure radiated outwards in shockwaves flowing through every corner of his pale body. Astarion continued stroking his cockhead, ringing every bit of pleasure and cum. For a long moment, Astarion braced himself against the forest floor, his other hand still gripping his cock as he panted. His undead heart raced as if he’d just run for his life through the streets of Baldur’s Gate. Slowly, Astarion pushed himself back onto his heels, his grip loosening around his half-hard shaft. He opened his eyes and stared down at the thick ropes of his cum, the creamy, light pink liquid glistening in the moonlight. If drinking Allora’s blood aroused him this much, then seducing her was going to be so very easy. He’d have to take it slow, and tease her, draw out her need until she was desperate for his touch, his cock. And then he’d seduce her with pleasure, using every weapon in his extensive arsenal of seduction, tools he’d had two centuries to hone. The beautiful Tiefling didn’t stand a chance.
Astarion ignored the tiny twinge of guilt that attempted to twist his gut and slowly began to stroke his semi-arousal. One of the perks of being a vampire was his incredible stamina and minimal recovery time his cock needed to become hard again. He let out a low moan as the pleasure slowly began to build with each light pass of his fist sliding down his cock. Astarion glanced down at his erection, still amazed at how pleasurable it felt to touch himself after all these fucking years. His eyes widened as he was startled to realize this was but another gift Allora had given him without her even realizing it—the ability to take back his own pleasure. He mentally shook himself, unable to grapple with the emotions rising with that thought. The least he could do was pay her back in kind by showering her with pleasure until she was utterly smitten with him. Astarion let out a soft sigh as he closed his eyes and began to imagine all the delicious ways he was going to seduce her.
