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❛ pairing: Astarion/f!Tav; Astarion/f!OC (Ysera) ❛ word count: 2.8k ┊ ❛ rating: 18+ MDNI ❛ tags/cw: soft dom Astarion, spanking/impact play, fingering

‣ preview: Astarion spares a cursory glance at the book in her hand, a roguish grin spreading across his face as he finally understands why Ysera chose this night in particular to pay him a late night visit.

Gods, how easy it would be to put down his book and slide his hands beneath her clothes, to take her sinful curves in his hands and partake in a little indulgence of his own. But that would spoil the game, and Astarion does so love playing with his food.

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It's late in the evening, and Astarion is slowly losing his grasp on his sanity. He's nestled up in his bedroll with a book in his hands, some ancient history of Faerûn that's surprisingly more engaging than most pieces on this particular period.

The problem is, he's finding it very hard to concentrate on what he's reading, distracted by the way Ysera lays splayed across his lap, dressed only in a thin cotton nightgown as she flips through her romance novel. She kicks her feet back and forth through the air, tail swishing happily as she reads.

Astarion glances down at her over the cover of his book, unable to tear his gaze from her lower half and the enticing curve of her ass that peeks out beneath the hem of her too-short nightgown. He can tell she isn't wearing any underwear.

It's all too conspicuous to be anything but intentional on her part. And if she wanted his attention, she certainly has it. He tries one last time to return to his reading, but the words seem to blur on the page, a collection of letters that no longer have any meaning in his brain.

Astarion clears his throat and steadies his voice.

“Are you enjoying yourself, darling?” he asks.

“Oh, yes,” Ysera says innocently. He can see the edge of her simpering smile from this angle, the way her eyes narrow slightly. He's seen that look before, enough times to know exactly what she's thinking.

She's toying with him, the little minx. There's only one reason she came to his tent tonight, and it wasn't to read. Not that he minds, of course.

“The prince has fallen in love with the heroine,” she explains with a wave of her hand, “but she's secretly been seduced by his handsome rival from a neighboring kingdom. It's all very thrilling.”

There's a sort of aloof detachment in her voice that Astarion finds rather amusing. It's the same sort of subterfuge he often uses, one of his favorite habits that she's picked up from traveling with him these past few weeks.

Oh, she isn't nearly half as subtle about it, wiggling her hips in his lap as she is now, but gods if her efforts aren't adorable nevertheless.

Astarion spares a cursory glance at the book in her hand, a roguish grin spreading across his face as he finally understands why Ysera chose this night in particular to pay him a late night visit.

The writing isn't very good by his standards, but he won't judge her too harshly for indulging in a bit of filth. Especially not when he gets to admire such a lovely little view.

Gods, how easy it would be to put down his book and slide his hands beneath her clothes, to take her sinful curves in his hands and partake in a little indulgence of his own. But that would spoil the game, and Astarion does so love playing with his food.

Astarion hums thoughtfully.

“And does this heroine also enjoy mercilessly taunting her lover?” His voice is like velvet, soft and rich and laced with an edge of something darker.

“Oh,” Ysera says, “have you read this one too?” She twists in his lap to steal a glance at him, flushing a fetching shade of scarlet when she notices his predatory smile. Her eyes flit to his fangs, proudly on display. 

“Lucky guess,” Astarion says coolly. He closes his book and sets it aside before resting his hand on the small of her back, her skin almost feverishly warm beneath her nightgown. Ysera fights the noise that bubbles up in her throat, and Astarion is very impressed when she releases a soft sigh instead of the moan he suspects she was withholding from him.

But Astarion's patience is waning too. He flexes the fingers on Ysera's back, itching to explore more of her body. He will make her sing for him, one way or another.

Astarion's touch is featherlight as he runs his hand up the curve of Ysera's spine, and she shudders.

“But you would certainly never do something so cruel, now would you, darling?” Astarion says quietly. Ysera's spine goes rigid beneath his fingers. She knows she's been caught, and a delicious wave of heat ignites inside her. It emboldens her.

“I would never,” she says incredulously. If she stares straight ahead, she doesn't have to look at the way Astarion's eyes darken, can pretend she has the upper hand for just a while longer.

“No,” Astarion replies, “I thought not.” He moves his hand to her ass, the soft curves of her body fitting nicely in his palm. “And if, hypothetically, I were to slip my hand beneath your nightgown, I wouldn't find you naked and absolutely soaking, would I?”

Ysera hesitates.

“N…no.”

She's stopped breathing, cursing the treacherous racing of her heart. The seconds pass like eons as Astarion calls her bluff, fingers gliding smoothly over her bare skin as he hikes her nightgown over her hips and exposes her supple, sun-kissed skin. A chill ripples through her, and she moans softly despite herself.

Ysera's thighs part willingly as Astarion dips between her folds without warning. He finds exactly what he expects when he spreads her open: she's positively drenched, glistening with the same arousal that coats his fingers as he withdraws them with a disapproving click of his tongue.

“Oh my,” he says, tutting. “I didn't take you for a liar, pet.”

Astarion curses under his breath as Ysera shifts nervously in his lap, brushing against the hardening ridge of his cock beneath his pants. He inhales sharply but quickly regains his composure.

In a voice that sounds like molten honey, he purrs, “You've been very bad, haven't you? Do you know what happens to bad girls, Ysera?”

Ysera swallows thickly. The quiet thump of her book falling closed sounds throughout Astarion's tent, punctuating the deep breath she exhales.

Her voice is thin when she finds it. “They get punished,” she answers simply.

“Would you like me to punish you, darling?”

If her heart beats any faster, Ysera is certain it will burst from her chest.

“Yes.”

Ysera doesn't mind relinquishing control. It's something Astarion learned very quickly about her, even before the first night they spent together. So when she finds herself as she does now, completely at his mercy, it's a situation they both find quite agreeable.

Astarion kneads her flesh beneath his palm, the heat of her bare skin something he's always found intoxicating. He raises his hand over her ass, striking her with a quick slap that blooms red in its wake. Ysera whimpers softly but resists crying out from the stinging pain.

The crack of his hand cuts through the night air as he spanks her again, harder than last time. Her cunt clenches around nothing when his hand falls a third time. There's a dull, throbbing ache between her thighs that's begging for his touch, but she knows better than to hope he'll give her the relief she needs any time soon.

Astarion alternates between soothing the angry red marks on her skin and smacking her plump flesh; on the sixth strike, she finally lets go, throat constricting around a deliciously wanton moan. Her tail has long since gone limp along with the rest of her body.

“Have you learned your lesson, sweet girl?” Astarion asks, admiring his handiwork. He's been more than a little rough with her, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed it immensely. She'll be sore tomorrow, perhaps, and every time she sits down she'll be reminded of tonight.

That thought alone makes him grit his teeth. The front of his trousers are already damp, and he knows he'll enjoy pumping his cock later as he recalls the sweet sound of her voice.

But not now.

He has unattended business to finish here first.

“I'm not sure,” Ysera is saying to him now. She means to sound unaffected, but her arrogance loses most of its edge on the shaky cadence of her voice.

“Perhaps I need another demonstration.”

“If I didn't know any better,” Astarion replies darkly, lips curling into a wolfish grin, “I’d say that you enjoyed yourself. I'm afraid that simply won't do.”

Astarion retrieves her book and opens it to the passage she had been reading before placing it into her hands. “Go on, love, read something for me,” he purrs. “I'm afraid I've forgotten how the story goes.”

Ysera opens her mouth in rebuttal, but her words are cut short by the keening whine that tears itself from her throat when Astarion slides his hand back between her slick folds. His fingers linger over her opening long enough for her to shudder before he plunges two of them inside her eager cunt.

“Ah-ah,” Astarion chides her. “Not so loud, darling. You wouldn't want the others to hear you, would you? Try again. And keep quiet, or I'll stop.”

Astarion can tell by the shuddering breath she takes that she's trying very hard to be obedient, even as her walls tighten around his fingers. He presses further inside of her, and Ysera has to bury her face into her arm to muffle her cries of pleasure. She succeeds by biting into her forearm to stifle herself.

“That's better.” Astarion's voice is dripping with lust, his expression dark with want as he takes in the lewd sight beneath him: Ysera's flushed and tender skin, the way she pants as he thrusts his fingers inside of her, the glistening arousal he can feel coating his entire hand. He spreads his fingers as he pumps inside her slick heat, caressing every inch of her.

Ysera begins to read.

“‘N-no, we musn’t,’ the lady Gwyndolyn stammers. ‘If Lord Elias should discover us…’”

She pauses to catch her breath, her throat constricting as Astarion rewards her with a few more pumps of his fingers, sheathing himself well past the second knuckle.

“A…ahh…” She clears her throat and continues: “‘Let him,’ Bastian growls possessively. His teeth press into the tender flesh above her bosom, and she bites back an undignified whimper when his…’”

It feels shameful to read the words aloud, even though she's said far more explicit things to him in the heat of the moment. She considers burning the book; she could do it easily, imagines its wretched pages crumbling to cinders in her hands. But where would be the fun in that?

“When his… hard length presses against the budding flower of her womanhood, a shaft of velvet-encased steel. ‘You are mine, Gwyndolyn,’ he snarls. ‘I do not fear your little lordling.’ ‘Oh, Bastian!’ Gwyndolyn exclaims, throwing herself into his strong, muscular arms, ‘I can deny myself no longer. Take me!’”

She prays to whichever god will listen that she doesn't sound anything like that. Astarion has more than enough reasons to tease her already.

The sound of Astarion's throaty chuckle snaps her attention back to him.

“Is that what you want? To be claimed and ravaged by my – how was it phrased, exactly? ‘Shaft of velvet-encased steel?’”

“Gods…”

Ysera buries her face into the pages and groans. She's going to burn the godsdamned book.

“I mean… I wouldn't phrase it so… crudely,” she says, “but yes. I think I would like that very much, Astarion.” Her voice is low and husky when she speaks, anticipation making her tremble.

Astarion clicks his tongue.

“Well that's too bad, darling,” he drawls, slowly teasing her with his fingers as they massage her walls. “Another time, perhaps. Once you've learned your manners.”

Ysera lets out a frustrated whine of disbelief and slams the book closed.

“Astarion…”

“Shhh,” he scolds her. “I never said that I wouldn't take care of you. Do you think I need my cock to make you scream?”

The sound of her heartbeat grows erratic once more. The adrenaline surging through her body makes her dizzy. Ysera squirms in Astarion's lap, breathing ragged as she squeezes her eyes shut and rolls her hips back against his hand. And when Astarion crooks his fingers and brushes against her most sensitive area, she cries out piteously, shrill and sharp.

True to his word, Astarion immediately withdraws his fingers from her, leaving her aching center empty and wanting. 

“No,” she begs, “no, no, Astarion, please , I didn't mean to, I'll be good, I–”

Ysera stops babbling the moment he spanks her again, tender flesh left raw and stinging beneath his palm. She quivers, heart pounding as her magic sings a chorus of pleasure through her body. Everywhere he touches her ignites her skin with desire.

“You want to be good for me?” Astarion drawls. His fingers trace the outline of his palm on her skin in a delicate dance.

Her answer is barely more than a whisper.

“Yes. Tell me how to be good, Astarion.”

Astarion rewards her by returning his fingers to her cunt, which has somehow grown even wetter than before. He takes advantage of this to add a third finger, meeting so little resistance that he can't help but groan as her body clenches beautifully around him. 

“Open,” he commands, guiding two fingers from his other hand towards her mouth. Her lips part, and his fingers press down on her tongue. She sucks on them the way she would his cock, tracing little whorls around the digits. They have the added effect of muffling her persistent moans, which she tries so diligently to keep quiet while he fucks her.

Once he's built up a good rhythm, Astarion crooks his fingers inside her again, and Ysera's body goes rigid. He’s hit the spot that makes her delirious, purposely massaging it with his long, dexterous fingers. Her pulse hammers in her ears like a raging current.

The delicious stretch of her cunt around his fingers blurs the line between pain and pleasure. The sound his fingers make thrusting inside her is downright obscene, and she can hear just how soaked he's made her when Astarion withdraws his fingers and slaps them against her oversensitive clit in quick succession. The impact sends a thrill of pleasure through her like a bolt of white-hot lightning, and sparks of lavender arc between her fingers before she balls them into fists.

Ysera’s sobs of pleasure are drowned out by the fingers Astarion still has in her mouth. Saliva leaks down her chin each time she parts her lips to drag in a gasp of air, but she still has enough forethought to clamp her lips around his fingers before she lets out another keening whine. Astarion slaps her clit again and thrusts his fingers back inside her quivering cunt.

“It would make me… very happy… if you would come for me, darling.” Astarion groans through gritted teeth, the last threads of his control fraying. His cock jumps every time she rocks her hips and fucks herself on his fingers as he aches for his own release. It's a testament to his own resolve that he hasn't torn his clothes off and pounded her into the blankets.

But she won't learn her lesson if he spoils her like that, he reminds himself. And as good as he knows this feels, it's always his cock she craves the most.

Ever his obedient little love, Ysera lets herself tumble over the edge he's so expertly brought her to, practically on command as the syllables of his name are barely audible around the fingers still in her mouth. She can no longer spare the effort it would take to remain quiet and doesn't bother to withhold her cries of pleasure. Astarion works her through it, stopping only when his ministrations become too intense for her to bear any longer and she begs him for mercy.

A shimmering strand of her arousal links his fingers to her core as he pulls away and licks them clean, savoring the taste of her. She lays in his lap a moment longer, chest heaving for breath as the world finally stops spinning.

“So…” Ysera says, still panting. “Was I good?” She flashes a coy, wavering smile over her shoulder. Her tail curls up towards Astarion's face and playfully strokes his cheek. Astarion tries to snatch her tail but Ysera is too fast, dodging his hand just before it curls around the spaded tip. She giggles, and even though he grumbles about her being extraordinarily difficult, she can feel him smiling when he pulls her upright into his arms and kisses her. 

“Cheeky little thing,” Astarion growls, roughly grabbing her ass with both hands. The lingering pain makes her wince, and she makes a face at him before sinking her teeth into his bottom lip.

“Unfortunately for you,” she murmurs with a simpering smile, “you like me far too much to be upset with me.”