Fire and Blood

Chapter 1: New friends, new fetishes.

Summary:

Astarion sharpens his blades as he takes in his new companions their first few nights at camp in Faerun. A diverse group of survivors all dealing with brain parasites that could turn them into mind flayers. Astarion is a vampire who can now endure sunlight thanks to the parasites. Astarion becomes intrigued by Lizbeth, a confident and attractive new companion. Their interactions escalate into a sensual encounter, hidden from the prying eyes of the camp. Astarion, attempting to keep his vampire nature hidden, accidentally bites Lizbeth during their passionate moment. Lizbeth, confused by the interaction, is left with mixed feelings and alone to contemplate their complicated connection amid their challenging journey.

AN: I do not own the rights to these characters or their origin stories. These are just my dirty fantasies.

TW: Smut, vampire, blood, knife play, body image, non-descriptive mentions of abuse and sexual trauma. This list is not inclusive, please read at your own risk. 

Chapter 1: New friends, new fetishes.

Astarion looked over to her from where he was sharpening his blade. The entire camp was filled with new companions. They were thrown together out of necessity, yet no one of the nautiloid survivors here with the parasites in their brains knew what to do with their newfound problem. The parasites could turn them all into mind flayers. Yet, Astarion wasn't worried. In fact, he was overjoyed; no one else knew he was a vampire, and this new parasite allowed him to somehow enter the sunlight for the first time in centuries.

"Gloomy?" He asked with a grin that didn't quite meet his eyes.

"Hmm..." she answered deep in thought, "I'm sorry I was far away; what did you say?"

Lizbeth was one of the new companions currently drawing Astarion's attention. She appeared young and naive but held herself with a confidence that only came through time and practice. She reminded him of himself slightly, as someone putting on a front to keep others at bay. She was strikingly beautiful with long dark hair that had glimmers of red and blue when the light hit it like a raven's feathers or a spill of oil. Her eyes were sharp, alert, and a beautiful mixture of green and brown, like a mossy forest floor. She was full-figured with large breasts, a soft tiny pooch in her lower abdomen, and a plump ass that just begged to be bitten into that she tried to hide beneath her looser-fitting robes.

Astarion quirked an eyebrow as he took in the sight of her before returning to his work. "I asked if you had something on your mind, dear." He said casually, continuing his task unbothered.

"It's what is in it that is concerning me." She muttered and quickly changed the subject, "What about you? What are you doing?" she asked curiously.

The whetstone slipped from his workbench, causing him to turn and catch it gracefully mid-air. He looked at her with a smirk before setting the knife down carefully. "Just honing my skills." He replied nonchalantly, although his voice had an underlying hint of nervousness. Hmmm... He thought mischievously, maybe I should make her think otherwise?

"Oh?" Stepping closer to see what he was working on, she replied, "It looked like you dropped something there for a moment." Lizbeth grinned at him, teasing.

Astarion faltered in his thoughts, quickly standing up straight and trying to appear unaffected. "Well, uh... it's nothing, really." He said with his casual arrogance, his heart racing faster in embarrassment but keeping his calm facade. But instead of dismissing her comment, he decided to play along casually. "I actually practice dropping things sometimes just for the sport since it isn't something I normally do," he said, glancing at her to see if she bought his ruse before returning to work on the blade.