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Gale sat at the foot of Astarion’s throne, lounging back on a bed of pillows. He was dozing, growing weary of socializing. Astarion was throwing an elaborate party for the solstice, celebrating the longest night of the year and his recent triumph over the clutches of eternal darkness.
The guest list consisted of the city’s rich and powerful, or what remained of it after the Absolute attack. Gale had spent most of the night on Astarion’s arm, in an almost sinfully sheer robe made from Drow-harvested spider silk. Initially, he’d been uncomfortable in the garment. Astarion had presented it to him as a solstice gift. The delicate fabric trickled through his fingers, as soft as the weave itself.
“Do try it on, little love,” Astarion purred. His words were less a suggestion and more an instruction as his hands slid under the hem of Gale’s shirt to pull it over his head. They continued to make quick work of Gale’s pants until he stood before the vampire wearing only his briefs.
Astarion took him in, a predator’s grin in his face. “Pity you can’t attend like this, it’s my favorite look for you, pet,” he said, running a pale palm over Gale’s naked chest. The shameful purple splash from the Karsite weave no longer adorned his sternum, but Gale wasn’t used to its absence just yet.
“Arms up,” Astarion said in that half-request, half-order voice he used often. Gale obeyed and shivered as the cool fabric slid down over his skin. He still felt naked, and he looked down to see his dark nipples just visible through the fabric. He felt Astarion whisper more than he heard it. “Glorious.”
Gale blushed. “I don’t know if I’d go that far. Are you sure this is the best idea? You’re supposed to be showing the patriars that you’re trustworthy.” The fabric shimmered in the low light of their bedroom, and Gale couldn’t help but admire it. His own personal style didn’t really match Astarion’s, but when the vampire whispered such glowing compliments, it was difficult to disagree.
Astarion shushed him. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it. I’ve known these people for centuries, and I know exactly how to handle them. Your only job is to look pretty and enjoy yourself.” Astarion tapped the side of his cheek and Gale leaned forward to kiss it. The ritual was one he knew well, and he also knew how to tell he’d lost an argument.
The night had gone as well as anyone could have hoped. Gale caught quite a few gazes lingering on his figure, but anyone who drew too close was soon intercepted by the pale vampire lord. Gale was always appreciative of Astarion's possessiveness in times like this. He preferred not to be the one to turn down any untoward advances. Astarion had warned him the attendees may think the party would be similar to the ones Cazador used to throw, but assured Gale that he had no intention of sharing unless Gale was amenable. And the party had stayed quite tame, by all accounts. Drinking and carousing, yes, but every guest remained fully clothed.
Gale scanned the crowd for Astarion, but his love was nowhere to be found. Only a few of the guests seemed as tired as Gale, with most of them still very animatedly talking. He was lost in thought, trying to see if he could keep straight any of the names he'd learned that night when someone whispered in his ear, "Have you found one you like, my treasure?"
Gale started; he hadn't heard Astarion sneak up beside him. The vampire was quiet before. After his ascension, he was nigh on silent, despite the beat of his heart. "I—well, no, I admit that isn't what I was thinking on," Gale said. At least, he didn't think that was what he'd been doing. Though now that Astarion had put the thought in his head, he noticed a familiar pang had built deep in his stomach.
Astarion let out a deep laugh that somehow didn't reach past the dais. "I can see it on your face, you know. The same hunger I see in the mirror. You know they're here for your pleasure just as much as mine." Astarion leaned just over Gale's shoulder, so his voice was for Gale alone. He pointed out at the crowd. "Just let me know which one you'd like to try. Hells, why not collect a sampling? A bit of maiden, followed up with a robust gentleman? Perhaps a touch of tiefling to end the night?"
While Gale hadn't exactly adjusted to his new liquid diet, he found his mouth watering as his eyes darted between the guests Astarion singled out. Perhaps he was hungry. He imagined sinking his fangs into the tender neck of the large tiefling man mulling over by the wine table. Then he wondered what it would be like to pull from the inside of his elbow, lips against the light purple flesh Gale could just see peeking out from his shirtsleeve, Astarion's approving gaze from the corner as he drank his fill—
His cock had grown hard, which was very evident under the whisper thin fabric. Astarion's sharp chuckle echoed in his ear. "The tiefling then, pet? Is that the one you want? I thought he might be. I saw him in the market the other day and thought of you." He ran his nails through Gale's hair and down his neck, causing Gale to shiver. "Patience, though. I can't make an exit quite yet, so you still need to behave. I know you want to show off for me, let everyone here see how beautiful you look beside me." The praise fell over Gale, settling on him just as the spider silk robe had. He ached to please, to hear Astarion tell him how well he was doing. His cock agreed. Astarion moved to sit in his throne, and Gale looked around before adjusting himself.
Gale moved one of the larger pillows against the base of the chair before leaning against Astarion's leg. He was more comfortable now that Astarion was here. Being stared at was not his strong suit, but now everyone was staring at Astarion instead, and Gale could relax in his company. Wordlessly, Astarion reached down to twist his fingers through Gale's curls, and Gale let out a soft moan.
Several patriars filtered past to make conversation, but Gale wasn't paying attention. He wasn't interested in the petty daily machinations that drove Baldur's Gate. He was just here at Astarion's request. Any other night, he'd be hip deep in Cazador's overlarge library, sorting through the tomes and appreciating its breadth. Astarion only asked him to attend these gatherings to stroke his own ego, but Gale didn't mind.
Gale must have drifted off a bit, because he startled awake when he felt Astarion's strong grip against his chin. "Are you ready, darling? I think we have just enough time for a little fun." Astarion was close enough that Gale could feel Astarion's breath on his face and see the hint of mischief in those red eyes. He nodded as much as he could, and Astarion let him go with just the lightest push. "Meet me in the Green room, and be sure to disrobe. We can't have you making a mess all over your new clothes."
Astarion stalked toward the purple tiefling, and Gale rose to his feet. His joints complained as he was forced to leave his cushioned nest, but the hunger in his belly drove him on. He found his way to the room Astarion had specified, one that was close enough not to be inconvenient but far enough to discourage wandering guests. Gale would lock the doors, but Astarion preferred to be cautious.
The silk felt just as good coming off his body as it had going on, though perhaps that was because of his heightened senses. The knowledge that Astarion was collecting the man for him, that soon his fangs would be sinking into that purple skin and the sweet taste of his lifeblood would spread across Gale's tongue— Gale couldn't help but reach down and adjust himself again.
He'd just settled down on the bed when the door creaked open. Astarion's voice floated in before he did. "Just had to show you around. This is one of my favorite rooms, with the dark wood and the gold accents—" Gale locked eyes with the tiefling as he came around the corner post of the bed and fought to keep the blush from his cheeks.
Astarion didn't flinch, but Gale saw the flash of approval in his eyes. He felt the urge to preen. "There you are, sweetling, looking luscious as always. This is Morgan, one of the best tailors in the city," the vampire said.
Morgan's black-rimmed eyes roamed over Gale's body, about as subtle as a thunderwave spell. Gale felt his cock twitch as he returned the favor. "Pleasure," Gale said. He didn't bother explaining himself or giving his name. Astarion always handled that.
He obviously already had, because the trifling shot Astarion a look over his shoulder before climbing into the bed with Gale. "He sang your praises, you know," Morgan said in a lovely deep voice. "But I have to admit, even he didn't do you justice." The tiefling threw one tree-sized leg over Gale's waist, being sure to rest his weight on his legs instead of Gale. When he dropped his lips to meet Gale's, the wizard let out a heady moan.
This was all Astarion's fault, really. He was the reason Gale associated sex with blood, and the reason Gale's hunger twinned with arousal. But he was also the one who helped Gale feed, who indulged Gale as he worked through his needs. They knew this dance well, and Gale popped open one eye to see Astarion park himself in the chair in the corner, goblet in one hand and one leg thrown daintily over the other knee.
Even though Morgan was being considerate with his bulk, Gale relished in the weight atop him. He ground up against the other man's pelvis as their kisses deepened. Morgan pulled back to cry out and Gale seized his opportunity. He wrapped his hand around the back of the tiefling's neck and held tight as he sank his fangs in.
The first rush of blood was euphoric. It ran thick and tangy down Gale's throat as he drank. Morgan was stout and managed to keep himself upright with ease. Gale knew Astarion was in his mind, as Morgan hadn't protested for a moment.
Gale pulled his fangs away, licking and suckling at the wounds until the bleeding slowed to a low trickle. His hunger was only partially sated, but he needed a different angle. He pushed lightly and the man fell to the side. He was still obviously hard, and Gale couldn't help but run his hand over the large bulge in the front of his hose.
Morgan moaned, his voice liquid and smoky like well-aged brandy. Gale curled up beside him, looking over at Astarion. He was still reclining gracefully in his chair, a small smile on his face. Gale didn't drop eye contact as he lifted Morgan's arm so the delicate flesh of his wrist was exposed. As Gale bit slowly into his wrist, teeth sliding between sinew and bones to find the veins, he watched Astarion's grin widen. A warmth that had nothing to do with the blood filled Gale as he soaked up his lover's approval.
Astarion spoke up. "I think that's enough, pet. He's far too useful alive." Gale reluctantly pulled away, settling the tiefling's arm down across his chest. Morgan's eyes were at half-mast, but he was still breathing steadily.
Gale sat, his limbs growing heavy with the added weight of the blood. He always felt a bit intoxicated after a good feed. His cock was still very much at attention, but that need had taken a backseat to his bloodlust.
Astarion's voice broke through the haze. "Come here, my treasure." Gale did as he was bid, climbing down off the bed and falling to his knees in front of Astarion. He swayed slightly but stayed upright, making sure to bow his head. Strong fingers found his chin again and yanked it up to make eye contact. Astarion's thumb ran over the corner of Gale's mouth, presumably wiping away a spot of blood.
"How was he?" Astarion asked.
Gale fought to form words. "Heady," he said. It was the only word he could think of. His mind was swimming in the sweet liquid, thoughts fighting through it like thick tar.
Astarion's grip tightened, and the pain caused Gale to focus. "I take such good care of you, don't I?" he crooned. "And are you going to show your gratitude?" Astarion's voice was velvet steel, laying the way for only one answer.
Gale could only manage a cracked, "Yes," but that was all Astarion needed. He stood, hand still under Gale's chin, and slid his thumb slowly between Gale's lips. Gale opened his mouth, letting Astarion press in until he hit the back of Gale's throat then down onto his tongue.
The urge to gag rose, but Gale fought it down. It was too soon. Astarion hummed his approval before reaching for his own belt. "Not one breath of movement, now. You know I love it when you stay still for me." Gale couldn't respond with Astarion's thumb deep in his throat, but he knew Astarion didn't want him to speak.
When Astarion pulled his thumb free, Gale whined slightly at the absence. He didn't have long to wait, though, as Astarion pulled his cock free and slid it right back between Gale's lips. Gale moaned at the first taste of it, but the sound caught at the back of his throat, pinned there by the head of Astarion's cock.
Gale had sucked Astarion's cock before he'd turned, but now it was an entirely different experience. The necessity of breathing changed everything. Astarion wrapped his fingers in the curls at the nape of Gale's neck, not yet moving as he filled Gale's mouth and throat.
Astarion purred, his other hand reaching down to Gale's neck, pressing in to feel himself through the thin skin of Gale's throat. He loved knowing how much space he was taking up in Gale. His little love was perfect, now that he'd turned, and Astarion would never tire of watching him feed. He looked down at Gale's upturned face, the long lashes resting against his tanned cheeks.
"Open your eyes for me," Astarion said. He wanted to see the devotion in them, the longing that belonged only to Astarion now that the bitch Mystra was no longer in control. Gale obeyed, as he always did, and Astarion could just see the deep brown rings around pupils blown wide with pleasure.
Adjusting his grip on Gale's head, he pulled back slowly before thrusting back into Gale's wet mouth. He was perfectly still, just as Astarion had ordered, pliant and willing as Astarion set his own pace. He could feel Gale's moans vibrating across his lips and along his throat. Astarion thought back to how Gale had stared at him while he'd drank the Tiefling's blood. Astarion had been deep in the Tiefling's mind, could feel as Gale took and took to sate his bloodlust.
That was what Astarion had created. He'd introduced the wizard to his dark world, and Gale had taken to it like a babe to a teat. He'd seen Gale's stiff cock pressing against his briefs while he fed, the spreading stain of his arousal on the fabric. A stain that was probably growing even more as Astarion used his mouth to chase his own release. His little pet so loved being used.
The thought was delicious, and Astarion panted as his orgasm loomed. Gale was still and silent under his hands, only the feel of his moans on Astarion's cock to show he was even aware. Astarion's thrusts grew longer and faster, and tears caught at the edges of Gale's eyes. They caught on his thick lashes before trailing down twin streaks on his face and catching in his beard.
Gale looked deliciously depraved, but Astarion wasn't done with him. He broke into a wide smile and said, "I'm close, pet. How do you feel knowing you do this to me? That you've brought me to the brink? Would you like me to show you how well you've done?" Gale made a noise that must have been in the affirmative, but Astarion couldn't decipher it. He didn't need Gale's permission, though. That had been given long ago.
After two more thrusts, Astarion pulled from Gale's mouth, and his orgasm rocked through his body. His spend shot across Gale's face, thick and white, catching in his little love's eyelashes and adorning his spit-slick lips. Now that Gale's mouth was free, Astarion could hear the throaty moan break through. He used his thumb to spread his cum across Gale's bottom lip before making Gale suck it clean. He put his hand back on Gale's chin and forced Gale to look up at him. "Beautiful."
Astarion pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Gale wordlessly. Gale cleaned his face, and Astarion felt a pang of disappointment as he watched his work disappear. But needs must, and he had more plans before the night was through.
Gale's cock was even harder than before, if that was possible, and Astarion was intent on keeping it that way. But he had a handful of matters to take care of before he'd be able to sink himself into Gale's hungry ass. He walked over to the side table, leaving Gale still on his knees. The large tiefling was taking up most of the bed, and Astarion slipped into his mind to prod him back to the party.
Astarion dug through the drawer, sorting through his collection of toys. He had balls and rings, plugs of various sizes, as well as dildos that would make an ogre jealous. He grabbed one of the plugs and an empty bowl before returning to Gale. He held out the bowl in front of Gale, once again not bothering to give an instruction. With a single word from Gale, the bowl filled with grease. Astarion couldn't help the smile that grew on his face. He so loved when his treasure could read his mind.
He moved back behind Gale and pressed forward on the wizard's shoulder blades. Gale fell forward onto his hands, presenting his ass for Astarion's disposition. "I've got to take care of a few things back at the party," Astarion said as he dipped his fingers into the grease. "Don't you worry, though, I could never forget to take care of you, little love. But we need to make sure you're ready when I get back." Astarion slid both fingers in Gale's waiting hole without hesitation.
Gale made a strangled noise before it morphed into a deep groan. Astarion licked his lips in anticipation. Gale made the most delicious sounds when Astarion's fingers were in his ass. "I know you've been waiting all night, and I promise I'll reward your patience." He twisted his fingers against Gale's prostate and wrenched another broken sound from Gale's throat. "But until then, be a good boy and don't move. Stay just like this." Astarion pressed the plug into Gale alongside his fingers for just a moment before pulling himself free. He watched as Gale clenched down around the toy.
Astarion took just a moment to admire how gorgeous his little love looked, ass in the air just waiting for his return. He gave it a light spank before wiping his hands on Gale's back and leaving the room.
Gale was painfully aware of how hard he was. Having Astarion's cock deep in his throat had already pushed him to the edge, and Astarion's fingers had been far too brief. The toy in his ass stretched him, but the lack of movement did nothing to slake his desire.
Despite all that, he was weak with anticipation. He didn't know how long Astarion had been gone, but each moment only stoked the need inside him. He'd seen the look of pure ecstasy on Astarion's face, and knowing he had been responsible for that pleasure was enough to keep him stock still as he waited. Gale needed to see that approval on Astarion's face when he returned, when he saw how well Gale had obeyed him.
As he waited, he could faintly hear the sounds of the party still going on without him. His hearing was leagues better than it had been when he was human, and if he focused, he could pick out the sharp lilt of Astarion's voice. The tiefling's blood still coursed through his system, and between than and his arousal, Gale was nigh on delirious.
He wasn't sure how much time passed before he heard the door to the bedroom creak. "There you are, love. Just as radiant as when I left you. Have you behaved yourself while I was gone? You didn't move, did you?"
Gale almost shook his head, but remembered at the last moment that he wasn't to move. "No," he said. He could sense Astarion's presence as he moved up behind him, though Astarion hadn't touched him yet.
"You look simply sinful on your knees for me," Astarion purred. Gale felt one finger brush lightly up his spine and forced himself to stay still. He wanted to arch into Astarion's touch almost more than he wanted Astarion to touch him other places. Astarion walked in front of Gale sat down in the chair he'd previously been occupying.
They were both quiet as Astarion seemed to size up Gale. He often said Gale inspired far too many delicious ideas, and he had difficulty choosing between them. As the moments wore on, Gale had to fight not to whine. Eventually, Astarion stood and opened another drawer.
He pulled out several different ropes, in various colors, shapes, and textures. He even drew out a large purple ribbon. Gracefully, he draped each one across Gale's back and then pulled back to admire them. Gale was used to this ritual. One by one, Astarion drew away the choices he didn't like until he settled on Gale's binding for the evening.
Gale wasn't allowed to move his head, so he didn't know which selection Astarion had made. Astarion slid one lithe finger under Gale's chin and lifted it so Gale was forced to look up at him. "You've done beautifully, pet. Now up on the bed while I decide what to do with you." Instead of pulling it away, Astarion ran his nail across Gale's Adam's apple and down his throat. Gale had to fight not to swallow; just that little touch had him almost gasping.
He stood, making sure not to wince as he pulled his knees off the carpet. It left pockmarks where the fibers had dug into his skin as he waited on Astarion's return. Climbing up onto the four poster, he looked to Astarion for direction. Astarion pointed down. "On your stomach, love."
The silk covers felt glorious on Gale's skin. As he lay there, appreciating the comfort of the bed, he felt Astarion pull the plug from his body. After having it in for what must have been hours, Gale felt empty at its loss. But he didn't have long to miss it, as almost instantly, Astarion replaced it with a larger one. This time Gale couldn't help himself; he let out a shocked groan as he was stretched until it seated itself inside him.
Astarion pushed it against Gale's sweet spot and lightning shot through him. "Yes, that's what you've been waiting for, isn't it?" Astarion said. "Don't you worry that big brain of yours. You've been extraordinarily well behaved tonight. Why, everyone was enraptured with your gorgeous body; I could tell as they looked at us on the dais."
Gale felt a slender hand around his ankle, then felt it lifted into the air. Soon the soft skin of Astarion's palm was replaced by smooth silk. The stray thought that Astarion must have chosen the purple ribbon floated through Gale's mind, then away like so much dandelion fluff. The ribbon tightened, but not unbearably so. Next, his other ankle joined the first, and Astarion continued to wind the ribbon around both of them.
As a human, Gale never would have achieved anything near the positions he found himself in with Astarion. However, as a vampire, Gale was still discovering all the changes his body had gone through. So here he was, knees spread wide and feet together, waiting with breathless anticipation as he felt Astarion reach for his wrist.
Astarion wrapped the ribbon around each of Gale's wrists, securing them together behind his low back. None of the bonds cut into Gale's flesh, but they certainly prevented any sort of movement. As a result, Gale's extremely stiff cock was stuck between the mattress and his stomach. He could just feel the wetness of his arousal matting the hair on his stomach.
Behind him, Astarion took a deep breath and said, "Divine."
Astarion licked his lips. Gale truly did look delicious, wrapped up like a solstice present in that luxurious purple ribbon. His knees were exactly far enough to accommodate Astarion's thin hips, and the base of the thick stone plug winked at Astarion between Gale's cheeks. Astarion's cock twitched with anticipation. The arousals and appetites of man will return, indeed, he thought.
With his hands behind his back, Gale would have no choice but to receive only the touches that Astarion deigned to give him. Spawn Astarion wouldn't have been able to prevent the friction of Gale's cock against the bed as he fucked him, but Vampire Ascendent Astarion? He snapped his fingers and Gale rose, hovering in the air over the bed. Astarion reached for Gale's thighs and pulled him back until he was the perfect height, and his thick, hard cock hung in midair.
He reached for the grease he'd left on the nightstand, pulling his trousers down until his cock was free. As he slicked himself with one hand, he ran the other across Gale's ample cheeks. "You've been wonderfully patient, pet." Astarion pressed against the plug again, earning another whimper from Gale. "Are you ready for me now?"
Astarion could hear Gale swallow thickly. "Please," he said, voice hoarse from disuse. He got such a quiet thrill from that, from forcing the famed Gale of Waterdeep to hold his tongue. But his little love enjoyed it so, relished in being subservient to his every whim, and Astarion couldn't deny him anything.
He pulled the plug and let it clatter to the floor with a hard thud. Taking himself in hand, he slid easily into Gale's eager and waiting hole. Astarion gasped as he pushed all the way in and received a sick moan from Gale. "Now remember the rules, pet," Astarion said through gritted teeth. "No coming until I tell you."
Gale didn't respond immediately, and Astarion stopped. "I'm going to need to hear you say it, darling." He didn't usually require Gale's confirmation, but this was one of those rare exceptions.
He made to pull out and leave Gale dangling, untouched and unfilled, when his little love found his voice. "No, I won't come until you say. I'll be good, I promise," Gale said. He sounded desperate and a bit frayed. Exactly as Astarion liked him.
Astarion slid his hands down from Gale's full ass to his hips. He could still see the mottling of bruises there from the last few days, and he was eager to leave fresh ones. He thrust slowly back into Gale and said, "You sound so sweet when you say that. I'll hold you to that promise, you know."
He kept up his sedate pace, enjoying the feel of Gale against his full length. Astarion applauded himself; he'd left Gale for the exact right amount of time that he was fully prepped for Astarion, but still gloriously tight around his cock. Gale was silent, and Astarion couldn't have that any longer.
He reached up, sliding his hand just under Gale's bound ones and slowly scraping his nails down Gale's spine. Gale let out a gasp, and when Astarion rocked his hips just right, the gasp turned into a full on groan. "Do sing for me, pet," Astarion said, wrapping his hand around the ribbon length that was held taut between Gale's hands and feet. He used it to up his pace, pounding into Gale with satisfying slaps of skin on skin.
Gale responded to the change like a child with a present. His cries came more frequently, echoing through the bedchamber. Astarion grinned, relishing in the sounds. "Gods, you take my cock masterfully. Like you're made for it." Astarion could feel Gale tightening around him, his muscles clenching. "Now now, we can't have that." He knew Gale's release was nipping at his heels, so Astarion slowed himself.
The keening whine from Gale almost single-handedly pushed Astarion over the edge. But he was far from done, and used the willpower that had served him so well under Cazador to school himself back from the brink. "Naughty little pup," he said more to himself than to Gale. He couldn't help himself and gave Gale's ass a sharp spank.
Gale let out a moan, and Astarion rewarded him with another slap. He could see the outline of his hand evident against Gale's darker skin. Pain made his treasure sing beautifully, and Astarion dug his nails into the soft flesh of Gale's hip. Small droplets of blood bloomed from the crescent moons he left in his wake, and Gale's moans dropped in pitch. Astarion raised his finger to his lips and sucked the blood from it, savoring the taste. Now that the Netherese blight was gone, Gale tasted exactly as good as Astarion had always imagined he would. The blood was useless to Astarion, but he enjoyed its flavor nonetheless.
Gale was well and truly split. Pain radiated across his hips and backside, but it only served to make him all the more aroused. Tears were streaking his face, not from Astarion's nails or his palm, but from the sheer need coursing through him. Astarion was thrusting hard and fast against Gale's prostate again, and he was helpless to do anything about it. He knew his cock was weeping, but as he hung in midair, he wasn't even able to rut against the bed.
Even so, his release creeped up his spine to the base of his skull. He could feel it on the edge of his consciousness, taunting him like so much sweetness. But Astarion could feel it too, and chose at that point to pull fully from Gale.
A broken sob made its way from Gale's throat. "Oh, pet, don't make that noise. We both know why you're here." Astarion ran a finger up the tender flesh of Gale's inner thigh. Gale twitched as much as he could in his trussed up state. "I think a change of position is in order." Gale couldn't see behind himself, so he was uncertain what Astarion had planned. But he ached with need, and hoped this would be the relief.
Slowly Gale floated over to the bed and landed softly on it. The pressure of his cock between his stomach and the bed was so delicious, Gale almost cried out. But he knew Astarion would consider that uncouth, so he bit down on his tongue instead. Astarion gently unbound the ribbon around Gale's wrists and ankles.
Without much ceremony, Astarion pulled Gale's hips up so he was on his knees, face still buried in the silk coverlet. "Hands down here, if you would," he said, and Gale did his best to prop himself up on his shoulders and put his hands down by his knees. Astarion bound them both together, and then wrapped the ribbon behind each of Gale's knees. Gale's cock once again hung in the air, though every so often, a single drop of his arousal would fall onto his wrist or forearm.
Astarion hummed with pleasure, apparently pleased with this new position. He spanked Gale again, the same spot as before, and just a bit harder. Gale muffled his cry against the bed. It shifted as Astarion climbed on behind Gale, and Gale shuddered as Astarion ran his hands up his back. Astarion's skin against Gale's was intoxicating.
Despite the glorious sensations of Astarion against him, Gale was still achingly empty. He swallowed the spit that had collected in his mouth and said, "Please, Astarion."
Astarion leaned down to whisper in Gale's ear. "What was that, love? You'll have to speak up." His voice was flippant, and Gale could hear a hint of laughter in it.
"Please, I need—I need your cock," Gale said. His mind was scattered, pieces of it strewn across the night like breadcrumbs left by a child. Only the need burning through him anchored him to his location in the cosmos, here, on his knees before his love.
He felt Astarion's fingers dig into the curls at the back of his head just a moment before his head was snapped back violently. "Beg," Astarion said, an icy venom in his voice. Gale's cock jumped in response.
The sharp angle of his neck made it difficult to speak, but Gale powered through. "Please, Astarion, u-use me. Sink your cock deep inside and take, t-take until I can't give anymore. And then don't stop. Rend me in half—By all the gods, I want you to ruin me. Ruin me for everyone else." Gale took a deep breath to keep going, only to have it punched out as Astarion's cock rammed home.
Astarion's pace was merciless. He didn't let go of Gale's hair as he thrust into Gale, delivering on everything Gale had asked for. Pain shot through Gale: his neck where it was craned severely, his scalp where Astarion pulled fiercely, his hips where Astarion's fingers dug savagely, and finally, his hole as Astarion fucked him ruthlessly. But underneath it all hummed the pleasure that was building like a crescendo.
Gale's panic rose beside it. Astarion's instructions had been clear. No orgasm until he'd been given permission. With the little strength Gale still had, he pushed back against it. Above him, Astarion said, "That's it, little love. Not until I say. Not until you've taken all I can give and more. That's what you asked for, isn't it?"
Astarion let Gale's head fall forward, but snaked his hand around the front of Gale's throat. Gale didn't need to breathe, of course, but as Astarion's long fingers tightened, his moans were forced to die from suffocation. While the lack of oxygen did nothing, Astarion's grip was barbarous, and his nails pricked at the thin skin of Gale's throat.
"Just like that—" Astarion said. His voice was cracking, and after a few more harsh thrusts, he spilled into Gale with a sharp cry. He didn't stop, though. Instead he pulled his hand back from Gale's throat to grab his hips with both hands and continue fucking him with even greater intensity.
Astarion practically roared as he came again, and Gale could barely think under the sheer onslaught. But through his lust and pain-filled mind, one word rang like a shining beacon from the heavens. "Now."
Gale's orgasm ripped through him with unfathomable speed. For a moment in time, he was nothing but pleasure and euphoria. He floated outside of consciousness in a bed of ecstasy. But all too soon, he fell back to earth. He felt his hot cum spill over his bound wrists, and his abused throat let out a moan that stole his remaining wits. His cock continued twitching, spilling every drop it could wring from his balls. Astarion pulled from his body, and Gale felt his cum leak slowly out and down the inside of Gale's thigh.
The bed shifted again as Astarion climbed off. He ran his hand over Gale's ass, causing another shiver to break across Gale's oversensitive skin. "Simply depraved," Astarion whispered, and a blush bloomed on Gale's cheeks. Astarion untied Gale, and Gale took his time working blood and feeling back into limbs that had been stationary for too long. Without prompting, Gale mumbled the spell to clean both himself and Astarion.
Astarion walked forward as he took Gale's chin in his hand and leaned to kiss him, using more than a bit of teeth. When he pulled back, Gale caught his eyes. "Satisfied?" Astarion asked. His smile was small, but Gale could still see the glint of his canines.
Now that he was unbound, exhaustion hit Gale like a landslide. The tiefling seemed like forever ago, but between his blood and the orgasm, Gale was prepared to turn in for the night. "Quite," he said.
Astarion ran his thumb over Gale's lips before he let his hand drop. "Rest here, darling. I'll fetch you when the rest of the guests have gone home." Gale nodded, too tired to even speak, and climbed underneath the covers. Astarion slipped out the door and locked it behind him, leaving Gale to his rest.