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Lover, Please Stay

Astarion x F! Tav

(Pillow Talk part 2)

18+ complicated feelings, angst, jealousy, intimacy, talks of sex work, fingering (f!), oral (f!), forced orgasm (kinda), feral Astarion, tenderness

Tav keeping him at arms length, Astarion makes a plan to woo her back into his good graces. But his hunger, for her and her blood, proves distracting...

Masterlist, Part 1

True to her word, she was avoiding him.

Even leaving him at camp. He covered the sting like he always did.

"You doing all the work while I relax with a good book? Please, if you must twist my arm."

He hid the anxiety throttling him into a sultry smile. Waving goodbye to the retreating party with a wiggle of his fingers.

When they disappeared into the treeline, he turned with a scowl and pushed inside his tent. The hunger gnawing through him now in the forefront of his mind.

In avoiding him, she had inadvertently kept him from her neck.

Animal blood wasn't enough anymore. Sure technically it filled him, it did the job. But it was a meager substitution.

When her blood would burst into his mouth, it sent a crackling pleasure across the back of his skull. Sending fire in slow pulses as her blood pushed out into his veins. From his center ebbing out a warmth in rhythm to his swallowing. His cold body cracking apart with her molten river. It was a miracle he was able to stop that first night.

The bloodcall was a prickling hateful need, but the other need he felt towards her made him bristle more.

He couldn't stop thinking about the way they had crashed and smeared into each other. There was nothing practiced about it, nothing gained or lost. Just pulling mouths and pleading fingers and dizzy heat.

He felt his cock stir just from the memory and frowned.

This wouldn't do. He was too pent up, a dog in a kennel circling.

He would get back in her good graces, in one way or another.

When they had finally returned for the night, he feigned disinterest. Lounging back on a pillow outside of his tent, flicking the pages of one of his books with the tips of his fingers.

She wiggled out of her boots with adorable little grunts. Unlacing her bracers and beginning to lift up to the buckles on her breastplate.

"Here, let me." Gale stepped over, reaching for the buckles that sat on her sides.

"Oh! Thank you!" She chirped, lifting her arm to make way for his fingers, naturally let her hand fall on his shoulder.

"I guess it's only fair. You don't wear armor, so you have much less undressing to do." She hummed.

He saw the heat go to Gale's cheeks, clearing his throat.

"You know, I could continue to help you. In the future." He offered, a slight waver in his tone.

Astarion had stood before his mind had spoken to his feet. Striding over.

"Gale, dearest. You'll keep her here all night. Let faster fingers attend to our friend here."

Gale held his hands up in defeat good naturedly, but he saw a bite flash across his eyes.

A silent crackling energy passed between them.

"Our pale friend is right, I'd better return to the delectable meal I've been planning."

Gale stepped away, but not before squeezing her bicep, leaving a lingering touch there.

The wizard was lucky his blood was putrid.

Well, maybe he could still rip his throat out for fun.

As soon as Gale was out of earshot Tav sighed, speaking under her breath to him.

"Well, Gale wants to fuck me now too."

"Ah, you'll have to forgive the boy. I'm sure he hasn't seen such a ravishing creature before that dusty tower. Nothing but his hand and books."

Tav gasped, trying to kick him, but he slid away from her foot easily. His fingers snapping her buckles open with flourish.

"You're the devil." She chided, but he could see the smile on the corner of her lips.

"Devilishly handsome? I agree."

The last buckle free, he lifted the breastplate over her.

She moaned, rotating her shoulders in relief. Her undershirt sticking to her skin. The white fabric wet with her efforts.

He kept his eyes above collarbone with great effort. The outline of her full breasts in his peripheral.

"Thank you, my savior." She teased, sitting down to unbuckle from her shin guards.

He was hovering and she noticed, looking up at him expectantly.

"Darling, I couldn't help but wonder why you haven't been offering me your sweet neck."

She sat back up, hand resting on her thigh. Eyes searching his.

"Sorry, I didn't think you'd want to see me after the other night." She said plainly.

"But I guess I'm a service, after all." Said with impartial truth.

"Sure, here." She offered her wrist up to him.

He blinked, on the back foot again.

Like she had scooped into him and pulled the marrow of his person out. That uncanny ability to speak his thoughts through her mouth.

No, I'm the service. Not you, sweet girl.

"Let's wait, no reason to supp from you out in the open. With so many prying hungry eyes."

He trailed the backs of his fingers along the inside of her wrist as she lowered it.

"Meet me in my tent, okay?" He hushed, his voice coming out uncharacteristically soft.

"Of course, whatever you need." She smiled.

He felt like he needed to prove something to her, but what?

He rearranged the pillows for a third time. The candle lit canvas shroud of his tent draped in as much comfort as he could find. Or steal.

Blankets and plush pillows. Enchanted lights draped along the roof, a lavender candle burning on a plate.

He sighed, this was too much. He was being silly.

"May I come in?" She whispered outside of the closed flap.

"I'd like nothing more." He crooned, sitting as casually as he could manage.

She ducked in and blinked in surprise. Eyes trailing along.

"Wow, what's the occasion?" She started getting comfortable. Pulling the pins free from her hair and shaking it down her back. Leaving her shoes in a neat line at the entrance.

Something about seeing her like this again made his heart sing. That casual intimacy that he desired in the cradle of his tent.

She kneeled down across from him, pulling her collar away from her neck. Turning her head to the side, bending open for him.

He leaned forward and gathered her into his hands, burying his face in the curve of her shoulder. Breathing in.

She could feel his need, touching his arm uncertainly.

"Are you okay, Star?" She hushed.

He slid his hand down her back, his eyes closed. Fingers mapping her into his memory.

"Just- just give me a moment." His voice coming out gravelly.

"Do you want me to get undressed?" She whispered, and he nodded into the side of her neck.

She pulled her sleep shirt over her head, his hands only leaving her to toss it far in the corner.

Sat in only the underclothes hugging her hips, she waited patiently as his eyes drank her.

The spread of her hips dipping into her waist. The round full of her breast. The soft curve of her stomach. An oil painting come to life.

"You're very comfortable in the nude." He teased, trying to jumble his thoughts back into his slack head.

"It takes practice." She smiled. "People usually don't want to see the wares stored away."

He could feel the confusion strike his face.

"What do you mean by that, darling?"

"Oh, I figured the others would have gossiped by now. Huh, good for them."

She flourished down her body. "This used to go to the highest bidder."

His hands slowed, pulling away.

"You were a sex worker?"

"What makes you think I'm not still one?" She winked, and he felt a hard shock of sudden recognition in her mannerisms. This was his playing field.

"Tav..." He paused, trying to wrestle his thoughts into a carefully picked set of kind words. She didn't need to know that part of his past yet. He could stand to pretend to be at least somewhat competent for a while longer.

"I get if that turns you off. We can go back to just feeding if you want."

"Well, what do you want?" He leaned his head, looking at her. Dead heart phantom hammering.

She seemed to consider it. "I think I like you, and I want to be near you. In whatever way that means to you."

He leaned forward, sliding on knees to reach her.

He laced his arm around her back, their lips hovered across one another. Her breath tickling his lips.

Sliding his hand down her front, he held her eyes.

A collective breath held between them, only broken as his fingers dipped into her heat.

Her eyes fluttered shut, hips tilting forward.

He pressed his forehead to hers as she rocked into him, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

She tried to reach for his trousers. He huffed out a soft no and led her hands to drape over his neck.

He looked at her with lidded eyes, pulsing his long fingers into her molten heat. Curving and catching the spongy wall.

She squirmed, gripping onto his thighs. One single breath passed between them. Speaking in panting and soft moans.

He pushed her onto her back, sliding down. His mouth coming down to lick in long stripes above his fingers.

She shuddered, head falling back. Gasping out little cries for him.

All of her sounds, her arching movements, wrapping around his mind in a haze.

He ground his erection into the bunched blankets on the tent floor.

His arousal a warm rhythm inside his body for once. The practiced working of his mouth finally put to a worthy effort.

He twisted his tongue into her, slurping and suckling. Free hand holding her in place as her hips tried to escape.

"Fuck," She hissed, gripping his hair. Legs starting to shake around his ears.

He moaned low and deep into her. His cock throbbing, hips fucking into the blankets.

"Oh fuck, Astarion. I'm-" But she was already rising off of the blankets, head wrenched back.

He followed her up, gripping her ass.

She squeaked out a few rising cries then fell apart in his hands. Tremoring rising up through her body, rippling outwards from where his mouth was still pulsing. Her head lolled, little jolts from her cunt as the creamy slick of her spend met his tongue. Lapping it in greedily.

He gasped. It rocketed against his skull like her blood. He needed more.

He hooked her thighs over his shoulders and dove back into her. Hungry. Messy. Uncontrolled. Completely cutting off his breath. He didn't need it anyway.

Her eyes shot open, moaning out.

"Oh Gods," She whimpered, bracing herself next to her head. Holding on as he took her apart.

He felt crazed, his hunger for her blood and the slick he pulled from her one and the same. The sounds coming from his lapping obscene.

Closing his eyes, he growled. Fingernails biting down into her ass. Saliva and slick dripping down his jaw.

One more hard swirling pull on her clit and she was shuddering hard, a strained moan of curses flowing from her lips. Eyes rolling back in her skull like marbles.

He yanked her towards him in anticipation, fingers rubbing hard into her clit encouragingly.

Her second wave of creamy slick met his tongue, so sweet and rich. Lighting his skull up in streaks of pleasure.

He pulled his weeping cock from his leathers and stroked with his slick soaked hand. Once, twice, and he was gone. Spurting thick ropes under his body, whimpering out pulsing cries as the pleasure wrenched out of him.

He lapped at her as long as she would allow, eventually gently pushing his head back.

"Gods below, Star. That was... that was heaven." She gasped.

He murmured in agreement, head falling into the inside of her thigh. Fingers trailing the silk of her side, the arch of her ribcage.

"Do you want me to stay?" She hushed, scratching lightly along his scalp.

He moaned softly, nodding into her.

"Come here to me." She purred, pulling him up her body. Resting his head against her chest.

The beat of her heart a steady tranquil drum. Her arms and legs tangled in his. He puddled into her, both of her hands scratching in slow lines along his skull.

For the first time in a long time, he fell into a heavy sleep.

The night passing dreamless.

#gale just like. i hate it here #astarion smut #astarion x tav #screenshot by @cheekylittlepupp #lyrics from: the garden - the crane wives

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As It Was

Gale x F! Tav

(AA break up series, part 11, final)

18+ domestic bliss, restraint, oral (f!), breast worship (f!), rimming (f!), squirting, forced orgasm, confrontations, battle, self sacrifice, amputation (explicit), grief release, hurt/comfort, feelings of undeserving, tenderness

All out of time, Tav must save her lost love from himself. With a warm hand at her back, and shaking fear in her heart, will her sacrifice be worth the cost?...

Masterlist, Prev Chapter

She had to tell him. She knew she did.

"Mmm," Gale hummed, pleased. Her hands coming up to his chest. Pressing her body into his back. "And a good morning to you too."

She couldn't put it off any longer. It would be irresponsible.

Pressing her nose into his spine, she nuzzled in. Hands cupping his pecs.

"Careful there," He laughed, a slight hitch in his voice. "I've got hot oil up here."

If she could just get one more night with all of her limbs tangled endlessly in his.

If she could just show him how much he meant to her, how deeply she wanted him to feel loved. Maybe that would be enough.

Giving him one small love bite on his shoulder, she relented for now.

"No biting!" He admonished.

She play growled and pulled his forearm into her teeth.

"Drop it!"

She kicked her feet at him, laughing loudly as he tried to pinch at her sides.

The fight went to the floor, her gasping out a shrieking laugh as he caught her ribs in a tickle.

Locking her legs around his, she drug her tongue up his forearm obscenely.

"Okay, that's it!" He dove into the side of her neck, rubbing his beard into her.

"No!" She shrieked, trying to twist away.

Quiet laughter shook his chest. Both of them relaxing into a tangle on the cool tile.

He held the back of her head, kissing her deeply.

"I adore you and would love to kiss you on a dirty floor for much longer. But breakfast is burning."

"Breakfast is stupid."

"An absurd and frankly, hurtful statement."

He gave her one small kiss on the forehead, pulling her up with him.

Hopping up on the counter, she leaned back into the cabinets. Picking up a peeled potato and turning it in her hands.

What do you need to tell me, Tav?

She sighed.

Was it that obvious?

Well, groping is usually followed by heavy subjects.

She shot him a smile, which he returned. Flipping the contents of the skillet.

You're going to try to talk me out of it.

Oh, most definitely. Show me anyway.

She bit her lip, then turned towards him. Closing her eyes and opening her mind.

She showed him everything. The deal she had made, the plan already fully formed. The supplies. The steps. The price.

His hands came to lean on the sides of the stove, shoulders hunched over. Head down.

It was quiet besides the sizzling of food.

For once, he closed his mind off to hers, and that made her more scared than she had been in a long time.

Rubbing a hand over his face, he took a deep breath.

"Okay."

She looked up at him in shock.

"What?"

"I'm not fool enough to think I can stop you, and I'd rather be there than not. If you're going to do this, you're going to need help. Especially with the first part."

She brought his hand to her mouth, kissing his knuckles softly.

Thank you.

After breakfast, she led him wordlessly upstairs. They both understood the weight. That this was the last time as they both were. If things went wrong; ever.

An endless spinning blue light surrounded her, lifting her hair like water.

He kissed her with the deepest passion she had ever felt, pouring over her body in molten waves.

His magic started lifting her off of her feet, bone deep pulling pleasure. Her head fell back and he lifted higher, fingers arcing up.

She fell back suspended in air, moaning and arching.

What little clothes she wore were pulled away by mage hands. One clawed hand running nails down her thigh.

Then he was everywhere, between her legs, against both of her breasts, against her asshole. Wet. Lapping. Suckling.

It was so much. The discipline of his mouth in quadruple. Pulsing both of her peaks, sucking undulating waves into her clit, tight circles against her hole. Slick already pooling down her backside.

She writhed as he circled her, hands conducting. Burning fingertips sweeping and arching. Pushing and pulling. Beckoning and forbidding.

Fully at his mercy she reached out for something, anything, to ground her.

"Please, ugh!-" A hard swirl against her asshole. "Gale!"

Her pleas were not answered. His phantom mouths only working faster.

Mage hands forced her legs open, two holding her arms down.

Only able to arch and twist fruitlessly, her eyes rolled back. Panting and drooling. Completely lost.

His solid hands found her thighs between his mage ones. Lifting her up to his mouth.

His corporeal mouth finally met her, pushing his tongue inside her cunt.

"Fuck!" She tried to reach for his hair but the mage hands held her in place.

Five mouths assaulting her now, she pleaded out nonsense words. Tears streaming down the side of her face. A near unbearable orgasm about to hit.

"I can't take it! Oh Gods!"

You can.

A fifth mage hand gripped into her hair, pulling her head back taut.

And you will.

Her body twisted, a full body orgasm ripping her apart. Vision going blurry. Mouth falling open into a silent scream, then a shriek pulled deep from her core. Hips bucking. Straining against his many holds. A wave of fluid striking his jaw. Every part of her tremoring, her own private earthquake.

He held his palm out flat and directed her limp body to their bed.

Her head lolled, watching him climb down to her. Kissing gently against her face, her fingers, the tips of her ears.

Words completely lost she just smiled lovesick at him.

Mustering the last of the useless puddle of her mind she formed the only thought she could for him.

I love you. I love you. I love you, Gale.

He buried his face into her shoulder, settling between her legs. Holding her lifeline into him.

Please. Please say it again.

She chanted it to him, a hymn that formed into a wave of feeling she washed over him.

He trembled against her, overcome.

Standing outside of the castle, she stared up at that distant window. The same that she had watched light in crashing pursuit, anger flared and spitting. The same that she had held his weeping curled body.

It had always been here, there was nowhere else to end this.

Gale's hand held steady to her lower back.

She smiled. That was the greatest difference.

She wasn't alone.

The witching hour was upon them, and she had to take the steps.

Working backwards she went from balcony, to ballroom, to hidden hallway.

Slow. Deliberate.

Meeting no resistance she knew he was waiting. In the dust laden grave of their love.

Pushing inside, she closed the door softly behind her.

His body was silhouetted in the moonlit window. Standing expectantly, hands leaning back on the vanity.

"So you're darkening my doorway again, are you pet?"

"Are you disappointed?"

"Oh, to the contrary." He stepped closer, a viper moving through grass.

"I have been absolutely salivating thinking of you submitting yourself to me. Finally where you belong."

"Funny, I think the reason why you want me is because I defy you. But you will never admit that to yourself."

As intended, he moved closer. Anger bristling along his back.

"Your insolence has been the bane of my reign."

Crimson eyes pouring rage.

"You. Are. Mine." He hissed, eyes starting to burn out red. "Understood?"

"Oh, absolutely." She smiled, back foot sliding out slowly.

"Just one thing, Lord Ancunin."

Her thumb and middle finger started to push onto each other.

"Go fuck yourself."

As he lunged for her she snapped her fingers and her love uncloaked behind her, his invisibility falling away.

With all the rage of a tornado he stepped forward, casting spell after spell.

The barrage sending Astarion onto his back foot, dodging but Gale's fury struck him down.

As soon as a knee met the floor Tav pushed to him.

Now, Gale!

He raised arms and shouted.

"Ad Lapide!"

The spinning square of light held him down. Already vibrating as the hold tempted to shatter.

She fell to knees. Whipping out the roll of fabric previously tied to her back. Everything she needed was here. She just had to have the will to use it.

Snatching the pot of her blood she dove under his feet, smearing the binding circle. Concentrating as much as she could on the sigils and sweeping lines as he vibrated with fury, fighting against the holding like a caged animal.

Flying to feet, the pot empty, she took the dagger held in her teeth and cut into his outstretched frozen palm.

His eyes burned into hers with shaking hate, his blood pouring into the pot.

She dove away as the hold was starting to stutter. Crouching down in a circle, drawing one line of his blood around her.

Just as the hold shattered, her smeared fingers met the beginning of her line.

The purple light spinning through the room shifted to a molten red.

Burning lines pulled from him, holding his wrists down to the floor. Already straining and screaming feral at her. Lunging with teeth.

"What have you done?!"

Black flame encircled her. She cried out as a terrible biting pain began.

"Arm! Left!" She shrieked, holding it up.

Gale snatched the tourniquet, whipping it around her bicep.

"Pull hard!" She shouted, though he already knew.

He leaned in and gave her one desperate kiss, then wrenched with all his might.

Nearly blacking out, she fell forward. Dry heaving on the floor. Her arm already felt like it was severed, her nerves screaming out in tingling anguish.

But she wasn't done yet.

Rising shaky to feet she began singing the incantation.

"O magna diaboli dimittis amica mea!"

Smeared lines of him pulled to the floor, the shifting circles opening to a wavering portal of molten light beneath the both of them.

"Sume membrum meum, carpe sanguinem meum!"

The wire around her bicep began closing, wrenching her back down to knees. Crying out, her song becoming a scream.

"Mundus meus est, redde illum ad me!"

His screams melded with hers, fighting on all fours. Spitting and straining. Smeared images of him pulling down then wavering out.

Nearly at the edge, black circles threatening her vision, she looked at him one last time. Gripping the tourniquet as her flesh sawed away beneath it.

Between screams of fury, endless curses and hateful promises, there was a flash of desperate hope in his eyes.

"Do it!" He bellowed.

"Dolor sit satis! Eum dimittere!"

As the last of his screaming mirrored form pulled down into Avernus, her flesh gave. Hungry hands pulling her limp arm down just the same.

Lines beneath them dissipating, she collapsed on the blood smeared floor. Gale rushed to her, hand lit in bright flame.

With one last tearful apology, he pressed his burning palm to the lost limb. Cauterizing it.

She could only twist, her body so imbued with pain the sensation was nearly incomprehensible.

When he released the tourniquet, she got some breath back. Adrenaline allowing her the smallest kindness.

Pushing on knees, she went to him.

He was crumpled, face down. Writhing weakly as she had been.

She almost didn't want him to look up. Terror of failure shaking her.

With her only hand, she cupped his face.

Bending up, his eyes met hers.

She smiled, hitching out a sob.

"Blue. They're blue, Starlight."

He wailed, arms gripping her to him.

They stayed like that, pouring grief into each other. Desperate pulls of limbs, shaking hopeful fingers. Parallel wailing mouths pressing into shoulders. Four tear blinded eyes. Two shattered hearts beating strong to each other.

The beginnings of insect song outside the open window a quiet hymn. Sun on its slow climb, drenching their alcove of despair with light.

Incomprehensibly, the morning had begun all the same.

Tav twisted the taloned fingers. Trying and failing to snap her thumb and middle finger.

Gale came up behind her, kissing her shoulder in a low hum.

"You'll get good at it soon, I promise."

"I know." She smiled, cupping his head with her remaining hand. Leaning into him with a sigh.

The blue light of her mage arm was distracting in her peripheral, but she knew she'd adjust. Fingers sliding gingerly along the bottom of the apparatus cupping her remaining bicep. Tied down securely over her shoulder.

"Kind of Elminster to lend the magic for this." She remarked.

"Oh I think he owed me, after telling me to level a small city."

Tav smiled, turning to him.

Concentrating, she brought her glowing blue palm to his chest.

He smiled proudly, tears spiking the corner of his eyes.

"See? You're a natural."

She pulled with her solid hand, bringing his lips to hers.

I love you so much, you silly wizard.

He laughed against her mouth, melding into her.

He's in the garden, if you want to see him.

Tav nodded, releasing him with two small kisses for good luck.

"You haven't even complimented my dress!" She mock huffed. The one he had picked out for her what felt like months ago hanging from her frame.

"Well let's see it then." He laughed.

She gave him a little twirl. The deep blue fabric swirling around her. The cape sweeping along the floor.

"Heavenly." He sighed, eyes sparkling. "Other goddesses are crying out in shame."

"You are so full of it." She laughed, pinching his side.

"A strike against my very soul. How am I supposed to weather my day with such hurtful words in my heart?" He continued, smiling wide.

"I think you'll live. But I'd love to see the mournful poetry you've written later tonight." She nuzzled into his neck.

He took a deep breath of her, then released. Hand trailing along hers as she stepped downstairs.

Drenched in the fragrant garden, she saw his shock of silver hair on a bench.

Smiling, she came up behind him, hand gently trailing along the flowers at her hip.

Tara was sitting next to him, pressing determined head bonks against his hip.

"Oh dear, it seems she likes you." Tav laughed.

He reached out for her wordlessly, and she met his fingers. Coming to sit on his free side. Resting her head into his shoulder.

"How do you feel?" She hushed, his fingers threading into hers.

"Alive." He whispered, voice wavering.

"Well, that's what I was going for, so..."

He laughed wetly. Leaning into her.

"I'm sorry." He murmured.

"I know." She hummed.

She kicked her legs out, settling into his shoulder.

His eyes caught a gleam, and as soon as he saw the gold vines twisting around her ankle, he crumpled.

She held him as big heaving sobs wracked through. Tara twirling around them, pushing her little head into him.

When he pulled back she kissed his tears away. Pressing her forehead to his.

"I missed you so much, Starlight."

He nodded, face still strained.

"I'm so glad to give you a second chance. No one deserves it more than you."

He shook his head then, and she cupped his face. Bringing her mage hand up to the other side.

"Yes. Yes, you do. And I'm not taking feedback at this time."

He hiccuped a laugh, holding her shoulders.

"Now come inside. There's breakfast and conversation, everything you could ever need. I love you and I'm so glad to see you again. Come eat."

#genuinely thank you so much to the people who are feral about this series #i did not expect people to be so into it. ya'll are too niceys to me #ascended astarion #gale x tav #gale smut #bg3 smut #screenshots by @astarionposting and @venenum-cadaverinus #lyrics from: the garden the crane wives

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