Your Dark Gospel (Complete)

Chapter Five

Astarion stared up at the ceiling, both arms folded beneath his head, as he lay somewhere deep in Cazador’s fortress. His eyes were fixed on the crisscrossed wooden beams above his bed, but his mind was elsewhere.

Pale blue eyes. Scarlett curls that fell down her shoulders like rivulets of blood . . .

And the taste . . . exquisite.

The Bhaal spawn had certainly left an impression on him. Hardly a moment had passed where his mind hadn't strayed to thoughts of her. She was toying with him, that much he was certain of. No doubt this was exactly what she wanted. Why else was she so eager to share her blood with a lowly vampire spawn such as himself?

No one was more adept at the art of manipulation than Astarion. And yet . . . he didn't care. What did it matter if they were both getting what they wanted? Her little plan was mad, of course. He didn't know just how many Bhaal loyalists she had at her command, but surely not enough to take a city like Baldurs Gate. It would take years to create enough vampire spawn to even consider it.

But he was getting ahead of himself.

For now, he would simply enjoy the blood that came with holding her attentions.

It was something to look forward to in his endless despair, even if it was a short-lived arrangement. He would make the most of it.

His breathing turned heavy as he remembered her soft palm pressed against his chin. The way her thumb caressed his lips before they found the blood welling up from her palm, and how it flowed so freely onto his tongue. The warm sensation of it dribbling down his jaw like precious, lost rubies.

He flicked his tongue across his lips as though it were still there for him to taste.

He pulled an arm out from beneath his head and let his hand travel down his taught muscular frame until he grasped his hardened cock.
It was a poor substitute for blood. But giving himself some relief would help quell the lust building inside him, or so he hoped. Perhaps he’d been bewitched and nothing would ever be enough. Or was that simply the curse of a vampire? 

He stroked himself gently as he imagined pushing his hands into Elira's auburn locks as he pinned her against the wall. His strokes quickened as he remembered the way she sliced her palm with a dagger, how her pale eyes had widened with excitement as her blood drip, drip, dripped from the scarlet wound she had made just for Astarion.

His limbs jerked at the pleasure that coursed through him. His fist pumping harder. He imagined gripping her chin between his icy fingers, but this time jerking it to the side, exposing her soft skin and sinking his teeth into her delicate little neck. A soft moan escaped his lips, he could almost taste—

A loud thump sounded outside his door.

Godey's staff coming down hard on the polished floor.

Astarion softened as he jerked up in his bed, all sense of pleasure gone as dread pooled in his stomach.

He got up and quickly drew on a robe then made his way toward the door. Godey wouldn't bother with knocking, it wasn't that sort of living arrangement. Astarion was nothing more than a dog, and when the bell rang, he came.

The armored skeleton eyed him wearily as he slipped through the door, closing it softly behind him. “What were you doing in there, Astarion?” The skeleton’s face was that of an eternal grin, but Astarion imagined it’d be the same even if he had the muscle and skin that had long rotted from his bones centuries ago. He took pleasure in torturing Astarion. And when he couldn’t do so physically, well, there were always words.

“Oh, just the usual,” Astarion answered genially. “Lying in bed dreaming about the day I’ll grind your grimy little bones to dust.”

Godey laughed. It was a low scraping sound that made Astarion wince. “You ought to watch your tongue little one. Or mayhaps I will tell the master what you were really up to in there.” His boots clunked as he turned on his heels and sauntered through the corridor, armor clicking against bone with every step. Astarion grit his teeth and followed like the obedient pup that he was.