nocturnal creatures
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Without thinking, he extended a hand to her, palm up. “Touch me,” he said. “I’ll show you that it’s fine.”
Something ached in his chest, tender like a bruise being poked. With a start, he realised that he desperately wanted Laosie to touch him, desire pulsing through his body like a tremulous heartbeat. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but not an unwelcome one.
“I can’t,” she whispered. “I’ll get blood all over you.”
“Do it anyways. Stain me. I don’t care.”
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A re-imagining of the scene when The Dark Urge wakes Astarion to avoid killing him in their sleep.
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- Part 1 of nocturnal creatures
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In this light, Astarion was a dangerous thing, sharp enough for Laosie to cut herself on. Opposing desires warred within her, the wise part of her recognising the danger tucked into the corner of his smile. But tonight, the larger part of her - the guilty part - longed to bleed.
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A very messy (and horny) take on how events unfold at the tiefling party in Act 1.
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- Part 2 of nocturnal creatures
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“I want coffers overflowing with gold, so that I can spoil you rotten.” Astrion’s fingers inched beneath the lacy hem of her nightgown, smiling when her breath caught as he began to push it up. “I want to serve you wine in silver goblets every night, and tea in the rarest porcelain every morning. I want to treat you so sweetly your teeth fall out. Make you so disgustingly happy, it would never cross your mind to question what you are to me again.”
Laosie scoffed, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her nerves, the budding arousal gnawing at her gut. “What, precisely, am I to you? A thing to be adorned?”
Astarion chuckled. “I suppose material possessions aren’t everything, if you have lesser ambitions than I. But, no. I simply want for you what I want for myself.” His fingers hooked in the waistband of her undergarments, and Laosie was helpless to do anything but let him tug them down her legs and toss them behind him, his eyes gleaming mischievously beneath pale lashes. “I want us to have the world, my love.”
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In which The Dark Urge has a bad dream, and Astarion makes it all better by fucking her senseless.
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- Part 3 of nocturnal creatures