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Flare & Astarion from Branded Blood commission by the amazing @g-vlssz! Absolutely in awe!!! ❤️❤️❤️
A year after the fall of the Elderbrain, the vampire tiefling Astarion and his companions learn of a rumored artifact allowing vampires to walk in the sun. Breaking into the vault to steal this invaluable artifact, Astarion finds a woman terrified of devils and their ilk (including, mistakenly, tieflings). Her body has been branded in an infernal curse to make her compliant to the wishes of her future vampiric master. Astarion must convince her to trust him to escape, and perhaps to allow him to fed upon her blood.
Flare makes an offer, Astarion confides in Halsin.
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“Can you be quiet, old bear?” Astarion hissed. “Or do you want her to come downstairs and investigate the noise?” “You know she’s not ready for that,” Halsin whispered. “But you like the idea, don’t you? Getting to show off in front of her again with me.” “You’re never going to forgive me for throwing you, are you?” Astarion sat up to pull his shirt off.
Flare & Astarion from Branded Blood commission by the amazing @g-vlssz! Absolutely in awe!!! ❤️❤️❤️
A year after the fall of the Elderbrain, the vampire tiefling Astarion and his companions learn of a rumored artifact allowing vampires to walk in the sun. Breaking into the vault to steal this invaluable artifact, Astarion finds a woman terrified of devils and their ilk (including, mistakenly, tieflings). Her body has been branded in an infernal curse to make her compliant to the wishes of her future vampiric master. Astarion must convince her to trust him to escape, and perhaps to allow him to fed upon her blood.
Astarion bites Flare
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Flare got up and stumbled to the door, opening it and looking out at the stairs in the dark. She called softly, “Astarion?” The tiefling materialized from the darkness, running up the steps silently to face her. His red eyes glinted, catching whatever sparse light there was. He looked especially like a devil then, wreathed in shadows and watching her. His chest was bare, and Flare could see protruding bones beneath his clavicles in a slightly narrowing V. He titled his head and the movement caught her attention. He asked, “What’s wrong?”
There are times he forgets he is free...
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Astarion couldn’t stop the purr from rumbling in his chest. Flare never touched him unless he was a bat. His whole body felt light, floating in bliss from having drunk from her, and so warm! He could feel his face flushed with her blood, feel it throbbing in his cock. She was still naked and curled before him, so utterly delicious. He had licked further along her wrist to her palm when he had stopped drinking, unable to resist tasting more of her. “Why?” Astarion asked breathlessly.
“I wanted to know if it hurt less than a blade,” Flare replied.
“Did it?” his voice came out softly. He had heard her from the garden, his name sung from a siren, and flown to the balcony. Her scent had overwhelmed him, driving him mad with temptation. Astarion had done his best to be gentle, but he’d been eager.
Flare searches for Astarion
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“Wait!” Flare called as Halsin fell back to the ground on all fours. She sang her Speak Animals charm.
“The house is charmed, you will be safe if you stay inside,” Halsin told her.
“I know, but please let me go with you,” Flare replied. Halsin nodded his head and then crouched low to the ground as she had seen him do at the school for the children to climb on his back. Flare had still never touched him, knowing that he was safe but unable to get her body to relax. There was more to what had happened last night than sleepwalking, but Halsin would not betray his friend’s trust; if she wanted to understand, she had to see Astarion. Flare marched forward and buried her hands in Halsin’s thick brown pelt, hauling herself up.
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Tagged by @roguishcat, go check out her work for some delightful Astarion x Tav fics! 💕
Here's a little preview of the next chapter of Branded Blood. Tiefling Astarion is utterly smitten...
Flare’s heartbeat spiked as she watched him intently lick the honey from his hands, so Astarion had indulged in the vulgar display. He doubted any of the Infernal creatures she had been subjected to ever bothered to stir her interest beyond what her curse forced on her. When he had offered the kiss, her innocence in that regard had been apparent. No one had shown her tender affection before, and something terribly wicked reveled in him that he would be the first. Her first and only if he had his way. Astarion raised her palm to his lips, setting the kiss gently as a gift, and let her go.
When Flare told him it was the best kiss she ever had, Astarion wanted to give her a thousand more. He would kiss over each eyelid, across her cheeks and nose over her scattered freckles, devour her lips and drink in her sighs. He would make sure every touch was better than the last, each one a promise of the gentleness she was owed. His tail beat furiously against the ground in his excitement and he pulled away, grabbing his shirt and wiping his hands off on the dew-damp fabric. He offered her his shirt and snatched up the flower chain beside her.
Some other fantastic writers to check out (no pressure tags but I'd love to read what you're working on!): @ladyduellist @pinkberrytea @preciouslittlebhaalbae @xxnashiraxx @verbenaa @justabiteofspite @elinorbard @kalmiaphlox @khywren @pickel182 @charmandabear
Readjusting to being close...
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Flare ran her fingertips over Astarion’s scalp, gently scratching around the base of his horns. His purring immediately drowned out the thudding of his tail against the couch and Flare’s lips twitched in an unguarded smile. Astarion licked her wrist until the wound stopped bleeding, and then a few more slow licks over her skin so they could stay as they were for a few moments longer. He released her wrist against his chest, watching her closely between half-lidded eyes. The pace of her fingers didn’t waver through his hair, but he needed to be sure he wasn’t asking too much of her.
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.
Flare adjusts to new levels of intimacy
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Astarion lingered more with the tiefling youths, able to show them where their tails should move to help with balance, how to tilt their heads to duck beneath their opponents arms without catching their horns on a sleeve. In her weeks at the school, Flare had observed that Astarion remained one of the few adults the tiefling youths showed open admiration for, Dame Aylin and Halsin being the other two. Not that they were troublesome with others, but the awe in their expressions was so apparent with the three. Flare expected she was no better at times.
The class ended and Astarion shooed away the kids to get their midday meal as he walked over to Flare. She snapped her journal closed before Astarion could peek at the blank pages. He smirked at her anyway, probably noticing that her pen had never moved while she sat looking. “Enjoy watching me, darling?” Astarion teased.
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Tagged by so many amazing folks this week: @khywren @xxnashiraxx @roguishcat @verbenaa @preciouslittlebhaalbae
Been too sick to focus on writing as much as I would have liked this week so Branded Blood update will be postponed to next Friday. In the meantime, here's a WIP:
Astarion woke with sunlight and warmth flooding his senses. He had curled around Flare while they slept, burying his nose in the nape of her neck. He held still, not wanting to wake her and let her go. Her arms lay over his wrapped over her middle. She radiated a gentle heat that Astarion couldn’t help but be drawn to. He sat up carefully, still holding her, so that he could drink in the vision of her.
Flare’s golden curls were getting long enough that she started brushing them out of her face constantly. Astarion contemplated what color ribbon would look best in her hair, imagining a strand of crimson chiffon spilling across her clavicle. He swallowed, eyes moving back up to her sleeping face in an attempt to dispel temptation. His plan failed because now he thought of how soft the skin of her cheek would feel under his fingertips.
So innocent, Astarion thought. To kindness, gentleness, love-- Damn him if he didn’t have a weakness for the sweet ones.
No pressure tags: @elinorbard @ladyduellist @pinkberrytea @kalmiaphlox @justabiteofspite @half-poison-and-half-hope
Astarion comes to a realization
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Astarion found a bit of even ground and spread out a blanket from his pack. He sat down while Flare scavenged berries, humming as she filled the basket. She had tucked her dress into her belt to keep it from dragging in the dirt as she frequently crouched to pick over a spot of the small, red berries.
Astarion had brought a book to read, but his eyes kept wandering to Flare, noting every slip of fabric that showed her thighs. She had lovely legs, plush thighs that would feel so heavenly crushed against his ears, that he would make tremble with the smallest of licks. He still remembered the taste of her he had stolen when she let him drink from her for the first time. Astarion licked over his dry lips and turned away, trying to stop his mind from imagining all the ways he wanted to be with her.