Bloodlust

Chapter 4

After taking a moment to recover, Nithza kisses him passionately, pulling his body close to hers so that his cock is rubbing against her clit.

"More," she whispers against his lips as she grinds on his cock.

Astarion groans at the sensation of her grinding against him, the almost unbearable need for release becoming too much to handle. He returns her kiss with passion, his tongue dueling with hers as they move together.

He picks her up and carries her to a nearby flat stone, laying her out on her back with her legs spread wide. Leaning on his hands, he positions himself at her entrance, pushing his cock into her in one swift thrust.

She cries out in pleasure as he fills her, his cock hitting her in just the right spot. She wraps her legs around his waist, urging him on, and he starts to thrust in and out of her with a fierce passion.

"Gods, you feel incredible," she cries out as he thrusts in and out of her. His thrusts are deep and deliberate, each one sending her closer to the edge. As she gets closer, a thought crosses to her mind.

"Astarion," she whispers, pulling him in close to whisper into his ear. "You can feed on me, if you like," her voice is low and sultry as she speaks.

He groans at the suggestion, baring his fangs in excitement. "Are you sure, darling?" he asks, his voice thick with lust. "I don't want to take more than you're willing to give."

But she is already nodding eagerly, her own desire for him almost overwhelming her. "I want you," she whispers, her voice gentle and enticing. "Take what you need from me."

With an almost feral hunger, he leans down to her neck, his fangs sinking into her flesh. As he feels her blood flow into his own body, he continues to thrust into her with a feral passion, the feel of her tightening around him and his thirst driving him closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, with a growl of release, he comes undone, his seed spilling into her as his body begins to convulse with pleasure.

The feel of Astarion's fangs sunk deep into her skin almost pushes her over the edge immediately, and Nithza moans loudly in satisfaction, her own release washing over her as he fills her with his come.

As she comes undone beneath him, he continues to drink from her, his thirst not sated even as his body glows with the intensity of his climax. He finally stops himself and pulls back, licking his lips and looking down at her with a satisfied smile.

"That was incredible," he says, rolling off of her and settling down beside her on the ground. "You're incredible, darling."

He leans in to kiss her, his lips gentle and tender now in contrast to the fierce passion they had just shared. "I hope this isn't the last time we see each other," he adds, his voice almost wistful. "I want to explore so much more with you."

"As if I'd just toss you to the side after that," she jokes, but deep down, she's incredibly serious. She joins him on the floor, peppering his lips with soft kisses, nuzzling against his chest, enjoying the feeling of his cool, undead skin on hers.

He chuckles softly at her joke, wrapping an arm around her, pulling her close to his side and enjoying the feeling of her body against his.

They lay there for a while, listening to the sound of their breathing and the quiet rustling of the cave around them. Astarion feels a sense of contentment that's almost foreign to him, and wonders if it's possible that this could be the start of something more meaningful than just a fleeting encounter.

Eventually, he breaks the comfortable silence. "We should probably get going," he says, his voice regretful. "We have a job to do, after all."

He leans in to kiss Nithza one more time before getting up and starting to dress himself. Even though he'd love nothing more than to stay here with her for a few more moments, he knows that their adventures together are far from over. And that thought leaves him with a sense of eager anticipation - something he hadn't felt in a long time.

"You're always welcome to join me in my tent later, you know," she muses as she puts her clothes back on and grabs her gear. She decides to check the goblins they'd killed for loot, in case they'd been in possession of something valuable.

He grins at her suggestion, already looking forward to the prospect of spending more time with her. "I might just take you up on that," he says, his tone playful.

As she checks the goblins for loot, Astarion watches her with a sense of admiration and appreciation. He's grateful to have her by his side, and for her generosity in sharing her body and blood with him.

Once it's clear that they've taken everything of value, he leads them out of the cave and back to their camp. As they reach the edge of the camp, Shadowheart, Gale, Karlach, Lae'zel, and Wyll are gathered around the campfire.

Astarion heads to his tent to stow away his gear, and Nithza sits next to their companions, dropping her pack on the ground beside her.

As Astarion disappears into his tent, their companions turn to Nithza with curious expressions. "So, what took you two so long?" Shadowheart asks, her tone impish.

Nithza chuckles and rolls her eyes, "Just some goblins that needed killing," she answers, trying to keep her voice even and her expression from betraying her words.

Gale grins, "I thought I heard some moaning," he says, teasing.

Lae'zel snorts, "I assumed you were just celebrating your victory in your own way," she quips.

Nithza blushes, rubbing the back of her neck, trying to think of a better excuse, but she is interrupted by Astarion, who has joined the rest of them by the fire.

He greets the rest of the party with a smirk, looking from face to face as if trying to gauge their reactions. "What's all this talk about moaning?" he asks, his tone suggestive.

Nithza can feel her blush deepening at his words, but she manages to keep a straight face. "Just telling them about the goblins we so valiantly slayed earlier," she says, hoping she won't have to answer any more questions on the subject.

Shadowheart chuckles, "Don't worry, we won't pry too much," she says, exchanging a knowing look with Nithza.

Nithza laughs at her response, but is grateful to be let off the hook. She suggests that the pair of them split a bottle of wine, and by the end of the night, the two of them had drunk three bottles each, and Nithza now lays in Shadowheart's lap next to the fire, Shadowheart running her fingers through her hair unconsciously.

Gale and Wyll had retired to their tents, but Lae'zel, Karlach, and Astarion were still sitting around the fire and chatting.

As Nithza lays in Shadowheart's lap, she feels a sense of contentment wash over her. The wine has loosened her inhibitions, and she feels more relaxed than she has in a long time. She listens to the conversation around her with half an ear, enjoying the way the fire flickers and dances around them.

As the night wears on, Karlach and Lae'zel eventually retire to their own tents, leaving just Astarion, Nithza, and Shadowheart by the fire. Astarion shoots Nithza a subtle glance, as if to ask her if she's still up for their earlier plans.

Nithza bids Shadowheart goodnight after drunkenly helping her to her tent, then makes her way back to Astarion, stumbling, though still coherent.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" She asks, leaning against Astarion's chest, her eyes wide and pleading as she looks up at him.