Fangs In Your Neck Friday - Tumblr Posts
He fears what has been left in him
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“Stealing my spot? Fine, I’ll take the comfy bed!” Astarion dived on the bed to the sound of Flare’s tinkling laugh. She smothered it too quickly for him to properly enjoy. He would have to keep trying. Flare climbed up from the floor, sliding onto the bed hesitantly so Astarion shifted into his bat form.
“No--” Flare started, biting her lip as she paused to think. “I want you to change back, please?” Astarion shifted back to his tiefling form, his tail and rest of him still on the bed while Flare took a few moments to settle beside him. No sunlight or screen of grass stalks between them. Gods, he wanted to wrap his hand around her waist, bring her close and bury his nose in the sunny halo of her hair. Her thighs and hips had swelled with a proper supply of food the past weeks, her face gaining a cute roundness in her cheeks and her breasts filling too. He ached to run his tongue across the pudge of her stomach, so happy her body could change and recover from the starvation she had been subjected to. His own body, in undeath, took significantly longer to recover from the gauntness imposed by Cazador.
