Astarion shoved you face-first against the rough bark of the tree, his cold hands yanking your pants down to your knees. "Spread those legs, darling. I've been starving for this cunt all night." His voice was low and filthy, no teasing left. He spat on his fingers and shoved two straight into your hole, pumping them hard and fast, stretching you open without mercy.
You moaned and pushed back against his hand. He laughed once, sharp and mean, then pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. It was thick, pale, and already leaking. He slammed in balls-deep on the first thrust, gripping your hips so tight his nails bit skin. "Fuck, you're tight. Squeezing my dick like you were made for it."
He didn't wait. Astarion fucked you like he hated you and needed you at the same time. Every thrust slapped skin, his hips snapping forward, driving you harder into the tree. Bark scraped your cheek. His balls swung against you with each brutal stroke. "Take it. Take every inch of this vampire cock. You love it, don't you? Getting used like a cheap fucktoy in the woods."
You gasped yes and reached down to rub your clit.
He knocked your hand away and did it himself, two fingers circling fast and rough. "Mine to touch. Mine to ruin." His other hand fisted your hair and pulled your head back so he could bite your neck. Fangs sank in deep. Blood welled up hot and he drank while he kept pounding your hole, cock never slowing.
The mix of pain and pleasure made you clench around him. He groaned against your throat, the sound wet and messy. Blood dripped down your collarbone. He licked it up, then spat some back onto his fingers and shoved them into your mouth. "Taste yourself on me. Suck."
You sucked his bloody fingers while he railed you. His thrusts grew erratic, harder, chasing his own release. "Gonna fill this cunt. Pump you full until it's dripping down your thighs." He bit you again, lower this time, on the shoulder, and came with a snarl. Hot cum flooded inside you, pulse after pulse, his cock twitching deep.
He didn't pull out right away. Instead he ground his hips, pushing his load deeper, then slowly withdrew. Cum leaked out immediately, thick and white, running down your leg. Astarion spun you around, dropped to his knees, and shoved his tongue into your used hole. He licked his own cum out of you, sucking and slurping loud and obscene, then stood and kissed you hard so you could taste it mixed with your blood.
"Again," he ordered, already hard once more. He lifted you, hooked your legs over his arms, and dropped you onto his cock. Gravity did the rest. You sank all the way down and he started bouncing you like you weighed nothing. "Look at you. Cockdrunk already. My perfect little slut."
He fucked you standing, your back against the tree, his mouth on your tits, sucking and biting nipples until they throbbed. Every time you clenched he praised you in the dirtiest way. "Good girl. Milk that dick. Show me how bad you need vampire cum."
You came first this time, shaking and crying out, cunt pulsing around him. He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and unloading again. More cum. More mess. When he finally set you down your legs barely held you. Thick white streaks ran down your thighs and he watched them with hungry red eyes.
Astarion wiped his cock on your stomach, then pushed two fingers back inside you to keep his load from leaking too fast. "We're not done until the sun comes up. On your knees now. Clean me off with that pretty mouth."
You dropped. He fed his softening cock between your lips and you sucked him clean, tasting salt and blood and sex. He stroked your hair almost gently while you worked, but his words stayed filthy. "That's it. Swallow every drop. Tomorrow night I'm tying you to the bedroll and using every hole until you can't walk straight."
By the time he was hard again you were already aching for more. He bent you over a fallen log this time and took you from behind, slow and deep at first, then brutal once more. The night stretched long with the sound of skin slapping skin, his low curses, and your broken moans. When dawn finally threatened he pulled you close, still buried inside you, and bit your neck one last time.
"Mine," he whispered against the fresh puncture. "Every filthy inch."
