Just one bite Astarion x reader

It's a poem, a gift from Cazador

Hi everyone, thank you so much for all the engagement. I will be posting on Sundays and Wednesdays from now on. Chances are I'll post more but those are granted chapter days. This chapter contains mentions of sexual abuse.

I awoke on the soft dirt, Astarion no longer by my side. My eyes slowly opened revealing the vampire standing a few feet off, back towards me. Clothes on except his shirt. Revealing the scars I had felt in his back last night.

"Interesting scar's where'd you get them?" He turned to face me.

"Its a poem, a gift from Cazador, he considered himself quite the artist, and used his slaves as a canvas. He composed and carved that one over the course of a night. He made a lot of revisions as he went." I stood up walking towards him. My legs where sore, but I managed to make my way over.

"Why is it written in infernal? You don't see that much outside the hells."

"Infernal? I- who knows the bastard was insane. Anyway enough pillow talk, lets go before the Tieflings drag us into another mess."

"I could read it for you sometime," I paused "If you want, I'm proficient in a lot of languages, Infernal was one of the first I learned."

"I'd like that, not now though, don't want the others to start wondering where we are. While you do look magnificent, I'd like to keep that sight to myself." He smiled at my still naked body, I blushed, donning my clothes, as he put his shirt back on. We walked back to camp, making small talk.

"You said your old master was named Cazador, right?"

"Yes, why do you ask?"

"Name sounds familiar, some noble with a grudge against him I think, tried to get my master to send me after him, I don't want to think what would have happened had he not refused."

"Seems like whoever kept you at least had a bit of sense about him." He took on a serious tone.

"Yes, he said something about not sending out his strongest asset over something petty. But that's not the real reason, I know because he had sent me out over his petty disputes."

"And what was the real reason?" He asked curiously.

"I assume he knew how powerful Cazador is, he had no desire to lose his favorite toy to another noble."

"toy?"

"My 'beauty' gets me out of bad situations, but when you are helpless, it gets you into bad ones." My voice grew cold.

"I see." He picked up on the fact that I did not want to take the conversation further. "It's important to me that you know I didn't sleep with you just for your attractiveness."

"I apricate that Astarion, thank you."

"Not a problem my dear."

We arrived at camp when the others began to stir from sleep, I walked back to my conjured house, grabbing ingredients for breakfast and found myself contemplating the night. It had truly been a wonderful experience. He wasn't forceful, he cared, he didn't leave after he was done with my body. It felt nice, it felt freeing.