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Halsin’s heart was beating almost wildly, against his chest, echoing throughout the cavities between his ribs. It was excitement, yes, yes it had to be, how couldn’t it be? When he was staring at what appeared to be the two most beautiful phantoms to ever haunt Faerŭn.
Shadowheart and Astarion eyed him from where they stood, under the moonlight. Glorious, twin like with their silver hair, sharp features. Pale skin that seemed to glimmer. Moonlight and starlight, personified.
Halsin braced his hand on the sturdy tree next to him, felt as if he could stare at them, transfixed, for the entire night. And, oak father preserve him, they knew . They glanced at each other, little smirks curving on their perfect lips.
“Feeling faint?” Astarion asked, finally moving, fluid and quick, he crossed the space until he was right up in Halsin’s warmth, a chilled hand pressing to his bare chest. Astarion felt like an ice shard- the touch had goosebumps rising along Halsin’s chest and arms. “ Poor darling .”
Shadowheart moved next, choosing to take up the space at his free arm, wrapping herself around it, breasts pressed to his biceps, looking up at him with those hazel eyes that screamed of the wood, of forests and wildlife and freedom . “Sit down, Halsin , let us take care of you.”
Halsin was guided to the ground, back pressed to the tree. Before he could truly register he was no longer on his feet, Shadowheart was in his lap, a pleasing warmth and weight as she settled directly on his groin. Her eyes flashed something devilish.
“And I thought we’d indulge in some foreplay,” she teased, sliding her hands up along his chest, to his shoulders, “but it seems you won’t need that .”
Astarion clicked his tongue, settling down next to Halsin, fingers toying with his hair. “ Shame . I had wanted to see if our big, terrifying bear could break my jaw.”
Halsin groaned, he couldn’t hold the sound back. He hadn’t- he’d expected to treat these two like royalty. He’d expected to lavish them with caresses from his hands, his tongue- to give them pleasure until they were delirious and grinning. The giving would have been enough for him.
He hadn’t expected his own pleasure to be treated as a forefront of the evening.
Shadowheart stripped off her shirt, still settled in his lap, leaving it forgotten on the ground. She leaned back a little, bared his breasts, looking at Halsin through dark lashes as he tried to take in every inch of milky skin, the petal-pink of her nipples. Gods, was her cunt the same pink?
He wanted to know, gods he’d give anything …
Astarion released Halsin’s hair, leaned into Shadowheart, one hand cupping one of her breasts, thumb and forefinger finding her nipple in an instant to pinch it gently, as he pressed his face into her neck. Halsin had to wonder how many nights shared had led the vampire to being able to touch Shadowheart with only the barest of glances as guidance. He knew it had to be many .
“Warm me up a little,” Shadowheart offered, eyelids fluttering as her nipple hardened under Astarion’s ministrations, “and you can have me, Halsin.”
As she spoke her hands drifted down to her pants, opening them, sliding them over the swell of her hips, down to her thighs. Astarion gave a little groan, and Halsin heard his softest whisper, I can smell you my dear . It sent a fire directly to his groin, to his cock that felt like it could burst already.
Halsin leaned forward, one hand cupping the breast Astarion wasn’t so sweetly torturing, the other sliding between Shadowheart’s thighs. Her cunt was a heat he hadn’t been braced for, as he rubbed his fingers along her lips. She sighed, as he closed his mouth around her nipple, rolling his tongue along it, fingers slipping past her lips, finding her pleasantly wet . He rubbed her clit slowly, felt her breath hitch, heard the lit of Astarion’s bemused laugh.
“Is she drenched, druid ? Positively sopping ? She should be, considering how she has gushed over you, while my head is between her legs.”
Halsin groaned, moved his mouth to the center of Shadowheart’s chest, looked up at her with large, soft eyes that smoldered and burned. She glanced down at him, stroked back his hair as if he was a pet .
“As if you don’t moan his name when my fingers are inside you, Astarion.”
The vampire laughed again, before he reached for Halsin, guided his head from between Shadowheart’s breasts. His hand gripped his chin, still ice but not unpleasant , as he leaned in, pressed his mouth eagerly to Halsin’s. Astarion’s lips were soft as spring grass, made Halsin feel dizzy as they moved with such a practiced ease, as if the vampire knew how Halsin had always dreamed of being kissed.
His tongue pressed into the druid’s mouth, as Halsin’s fingers stilled, simply pressed to Shadowheart’s cunt, his mind suddenly a blazing ice-fire of Astarion . The vampire tasted faintly metallic, a tinge of iron that had Halsin wondering if he had fed before this- or if there was simply always the underlying flavor of blood, to his lips.
A part of him hoped Astarion hadn’t . The thought of the man curled into his lap, mouth at Halsin’s neck, taking life from him that the druid could so freely give- it set a different sort of spark up his spine, not arousal but something that bloomed within his chest like flowers, akin to affection and yet so much more .
Astarion pulled back, looking at him with eyes that were softer than expected, the smallest, honest smile on his face. Then he leaned back enough, allowed Shadowheart to take his place, taste Halsin for herself.
She was the fire to Astarion’s frozen depths, seemed to kickstart Halsin’s mind back into thinking , as he began moving his fingers again, this time pushing at her entrance, one easing inside of her. Shadowheart moaned against his mouth, as he felt Astarion’s hand reach between them, nimble fingers finding their way into his pants with ease.
Halsin gasped, when the vampire grasped his cock, freed him into the night, which felt warm, balmy compared to Astarion’s touch. Yet Halsin welcomed it, welcomed the chill- it was distinctly Astarion and he had no desire to believe he was with anyone else.
Shadowheart pulled off Halsin’s mouth as he eased a second finger in, caught Astarion licking his lips from the corner of his eyes. The vampire squeezed his cock, before he pulled his hand away, hooking an arm around Shadowheart’s waist and pulling her from Halsin’s fingers and his lap. She went with a practiced ease, no resistance against wherever Astarion was taking her. It was trust , Halsin could see.
“I need to taste him,” Astarion said, his hand moving down Shadowheart’s body, between her thighs, stroking her clit in quick little movements that had her writhing in his hold. “And he needs to taste you.” Halsin swallowed thickly, managed out a husky please , that had both Astarion and Shadowheart smiling.
The task of stripping was a haphazard of limbs, clothing tossed away to be forgotten. Halsin stretched out on his back, naked in the grass- caught the way Shadowheart eyed his cock before she settled herself over his face. He grasped at her ass, the skin so soft, supple , as he lifted his head, pressed his mouth to her cunt. She sighed, Halsin’s tongue dragging over her entire slit, before laving slowly over her clit. Gods, she tasted so good, it had his cock throbbing.
He felt Astarion hands, on his thighs- was braced for the feeling of his fingers on his cock, but instead was greeted by his mouth , taking Halsin in fully, warmer than his skin but still slightly cool, somehow soft in ways that seemed impossible. Halsin groaned, pressed his face closer to Shadowheart’s cunt, his hips rocking up- and oh , Astarion took it, didn’t flinch or pull back as Halsin pushed to his throat.
Shadowheart ground down against him, breaths coming faster, little moans as Halsin speared his tongue into her. “Gods, he could make me come already,” she mused, her voice dreamy. Astarion’s mouth pulled off Halsin’s cock, the druid achingly aware of the night air enveloping him.
“Would you prefer to come on his tongue or his cock, my sweet?” Halsin didn’t let up, wanted to devour Shadowheart, as she rocked slightly, humming as she thought about the options .
And then she was pulling away, Halsin trying to chase her. She laughed, maneuvering down his body, taking Astarion’s hand and allowing him to steady her as she straddled Halsin. The druid sat up, needing to see, as she hovered over his cock, Astarion’s other hand on the small of her back.
She sank down, slowly , and Halsin reached for her, hands on her waist, holding her steady as she took him, her breath escaping. “Gods, he’s so big,” she whispered, and Halsin felt a flush rising, along his cheeks.
Astarion leaned in, pressed a kiss to Shadowheart’s shoulder. “I know . It’s… delightful.” Once Shadowheart was settled with him nestled inside her, she braced her hands on his shoulders, holding on as she rode him slowly. Astarion leaned in, one hand in Halsin’s hair, the other caressing Shadowheart’s ass, as he kissed the druid, forced his attention to split between the phantom on his cock and the wraith at his mouth.
“How does she feel?” Astarion asked, against his mouth. “Is she wet? Tight ?” Halsin groaned a yes , before Astarion bit at his lip, poked it with a single fang and almost broke the skin.
When the vampire pulled from Halsin’s mouth he turned, sought out Shadowheart’s- kissed her just as tantalizingly, his tongue winding around hers, making her groan. Halsin felt the way she went tight, around him- and gods , he wanted to come already, deep inside her.
When Astarion released Shadowheart’s mouth, he moved back to Halsin, taking his mouth again, tasting like Shadowheart’s tongue, a faint sweetness from wine mixed with his irony taste. Shadowheart lifted herself faster, her nails digging little crescent moons into Halsin’s tanned skin, her body beginning to rhythmically clench around him, pull him in deeper.
And then Astarion was reaching between the two, getting his fingers on her clit- and it was only moments before she was tossing her head back, crying out with a blissed out smile on her face. She took Halsin deeper, the druid bucking to meet her movements, wanting to see her orgasm through. His own was right there, so close -
Astarion nipped his lip, did break the skin, and the sudden pulse of pain pushed him over the edge. He followed Shadowheart in a mess of euphoria, filling her as she mewled, biting her lip over the feeling of him emptying inside her.
Halsin couldn’t whine, when she finally rose from his cock- Astarion had his mouth far too occupied. But moments later the vampire was pried from his mouth, a hint of crimson that matched his eyes along his lips, as Shadowheart pushed him down, to lay out in the grass.
Halsin got a good look at him, finally . Skin so white it was snow, the faint hints of his veins along his most tender points. His cock had a gentle flush to it, was stone under silk, resting against his belly, begging for attention.
Yet Astarion ignored it, spreading his thighs, batting those silver lashes at Halsin. “Think you’ll be up to mast to take me by the time you’ve got me opened up?”
Halsin bared his teeth, felt an animal need to rise to the challenge, as Shadowheart was lifting one of his hands, taking two of his thick fingers into her mouth and sucking on them. Halsin reached out, placed a hand on Astarion’s thigh, stroking silken skin, swearing he was beginning to see in black and white, with the way the vampire’s skin glowed in the moonlight.
The night was going to be endless, Halsin was sure. He hoped by the end he was so blinded by their moon-and-starlight that he would never see again, except for the ghosts they left, inside his head.