Work Text:
🦇🕸⚰️🏰🗝🍷🦇
“Astarion, you useless runt! Hurry the hells up!” A cranky vampire ascendant bellowed through the halls of the empty palace.
“Alright alright you crotchety old fossil!" A second vampire ascendant voice answered. “Yvette, be a dear and draw me a bath, I have a feeling this one is going to get messy.”
“Yes master Astarion, it will be waiting for you.” Yvette replied evenly with a professional bow.
“Leave that blind bitty alone and get in here!” Cazador shouted.
“Don't forget to leave out my favorite hair oils darling.” Astarion purred to Yvette. “I'm on my way! Hells below!” He shouted back at Cazador.
“Of course master Astarion.” She bowed again as she heard him dissipate into mist to get to Cazador’s chambers.
Yvette had been working for these two insane vampire ascendants for the last three years, little has changed between them in that time. They fight like feral cats any time they have a small issue between them, yet by that evening they are both in a moaning sweaty tangle of limbs that she had to clean up after. It didn't help that she was the only maid, the only staff member because she was a vampire spawn; she was the only one who could tolerate them both.
Though there is one thing above all that master Cazador desired, to have a child of his own flesh and blood. He had all the proper physical equipment for carrying a child to term, unfortunately there was just one problem; Cazador was sterilized by his late master Vellioth. Or at least an attempt was made, and as such Cazador refuses to let Astarion rest until he has absolutely everything he was denied beneath his reign of terror.
Yvette knew she was going to be the only one who actually cared for the child.
To Cazador it would simply be a prize, something to show he could do the impossible. Astarion didn't care one way or the other, he was only too happy to fuck Cazador into the floor until he was nothing but a drooling heap.
This was her life, but it paid well. Very well.
With the bath prepared as requested she waited to be yelled for once again.
“Yvette! Get in here and clean the floor! Astarion made a mess again!” Cazador shouted after a while.
“You made that mess you sadistic fuck! You bled me with your damn nails again!” Astarion shouted back.
She simply sighed and walked up to their chambers to clean the mess she was grateful she couldn't see. From what she could hear, they were still going at it. What lovely mindful masters she had. She quietly used her cleaning cantrip and swiftly left the room once again like a ghost.
Astarion railed into Cazador as if his very sanity depended on it, this being one of the ways he could take control back after all those years of torment. But he knew as soon as Cazador conceived he wouldn't allow him to do this, he needed to keep him thinking he was barren…
Cazador himself was growing infuriated with frustration at his inability to conceive, it has been three years! He should be able to bear a child by now!
He was taking a new fertility concoction he received from the city apothecary and thus timing was everything. But if this didn't work he needed to start considering harsher methods…
🦇🕸⚰️🏰🗝🍷🦇
“Still nothing! Ugh!” Cazador threw a hand mirror at the wall, shattering it to pieces.
Yvette calmly picked up a shard and used a repair spell to put it back together as he turned away.
“He couldn't have taken this away from me! He couldn't! How dare he curse me from beyond the grave!?” Cazador grumbled angrily to himself.
Yvette listened to his raging as she always did with flat enthusiasm and disassociation until he tired himself out before demanding some other expensive doctor.
“Yvette!” He snapped suddenly.
“Yes master, Cazador?” She replied immediately out of habit, she was paying attention, 100% paying complete attention.
“You've been here in Baldur’s Gate for the past one hundred or so years, serving families here in the upper city.” He started.
“Yes… master?”
“Surely you would have some connections in the underground for forbidden magics and trades. You should know someone who can make this happen. Do you not?” Cazador demanded.
Yvette thought for a moment as she slitted her eyes in thought. Maybe she could use his desperation to her own advantage.
“I may have something but I require compensation.” Yvette stated firmly.
“You will be paid extra.” Cazador brushed her off.
“Oh I want something other than gold master. I want my eyes back.”
“Your eyes!? Might I remind you I blinded you for a reason after your own master tried to trespass into my territory!” Cazador snarled.
But Yvette wasn't phased.
“No eyes, no child, master.” Yvette stood firm.
She heard him grumble and seethe in his rage, taking it out on his bed sheets which she knew she would have to fix later.
“Fine! You ungrateful little sewer wretch! I will get your cure from Bonecloacks to get your damned noblestalk, and when I return I expect to have whatever connection you have ready and waiting.” Cazador relented begrudgingly.
“Yes master.” Yvette replied politely.
Yvette knew one thing that would guarantee enough spend from Astarion to get anything pregnant, quite a rare and expensive commodity. She made her way out the back door of the palace and next door to the Devil's Fee.
“Helsik? Are you in today?” Yvette called as she opened the door.
“Is that Yvette? I haven't seen you in quite a while. How have you been, dear?” Helsik asked from behind her desk.
“Blind as, well… you know. Anyway my new master is requesting something of me, it requires succubus spittle and this list of herbs.” Yvette pulled out an old bit of parchment she had kept from the last time this was requested by someone.
“Ah you're making this one again? Are you sure? Remember what happened the last time? I won't have my shop shut down because someone fucked someone else to death again.” Helsik warned.
“That won't happen again, at least not this time, they are both vampires and as such can handle having sex for days on end.” Yvette brushed off her concerns easily. “Please, I might be able to get my eyes back if this goes my way.” Yvette requested.
Helsik sighed before she dragged out a box that was normally kept well hidden in her desk.
“You swear Yvette, no links back to me.” Helsik said firmly.
“I swear Helsik.” Yvette replied just as determined.
“Here you are then, I hope the next time you come you can actually see me.” Helsik said as she traded the small vial of spittle for the requested gold.
Yvette then made her way to Bonecloaks to pick up some herbs she needed to make the two concoctions.
“Yvette? What are you doing here?” Cazador asked as she came in through the door as if she owned the place.
“Gathering ingredients for you, master.” She replied simply to him before going to the counter to request her herbs.
“Oh of course Yvette, come you can grind it in the back.” Derryth gestured for her to follow her. “Lord Szarr if you wouldn't mind waiting a moment? I have your requested item there as well.”
“You're an alchemist, Yvette?” Cazador asked in frustrated shock.
“Yes.”
“Why did you never mention such a thing?”
“You never asked until now, master. We all have our hobbies.” Yvette grinned before she went to the back with her supplies, her silvery hair swaying with her walk.
Once the two elixirs were grinded and mixed properly Yvette walked out with them in their own glass vials.
“Now master, yours is the round vial, the one for Astarion is in the square one. So may I please have my eyes back?” Yvette requested politely as she handed him the vials.
“How do I know this will work girl? That it's not just some snake oil in a bottle?” Cazador asked wearily.
“If I may lord Szarr, the last time she made this for someone he died due to over exertion, but he got four hairs as he desired.” Derryth spoke up for her. “Ain't no one better for such things.”
“You were the cause of that scandal?” Cazador asked with a strange new respect in his tone.
“Indeed I was. Now if I may lord Szarr, the noblestalk please?” She asked with her hand outstretched exchanging the elixirs in her other hand.
They exchanged the items and as Yvette scarfed down the noblestalk she noticed Cazador was about to drink down the elixir right then and there.
“Master no! Not here!” Yvette quickly pulled it from his mouth but he had already drunk some.
“Fuck. Ok, let's go home master!” She swiftly spun him around and started pushing him out the door. “It was nice seeing you again Derryth have a good evening!” She waved to her before finally getting the mountain of an elven vampire lord out the door.
“Yvette, what are you-!” Cazador started to complain before the first wave hit him.
“We need to go home now master, faster!” Yvette just about shoved him into the carriage.
“Oh oooh hells…” Cazador’s breath caught as a strong coil of heated desire tightened in his belly and a sheen of sweat formed on his brow.
“Home now!” Yvette barked at the driver.
The carriage made its way to the palace double time but within that few minutes Cazador could feel the effects building. He threw himself against the seat of the carriage with a stifled moan as the heat flooded through his very bones. He pulled Yvette onto himself in wriggling desperation.
“Yvette- Eve-! What did you put into that-!? Hmmf!” Cazador strained to speak at this point as he clutched a hand over his throbbing cunt.
“That would be the succubus spittle master, I tried to tell you to wait.”
“Succubus-! Mhf! Fuck! Girl if this doesn't work I can promise you an eternity of blindness and suffering!” Cazador snarled.
“It will work, just try your best to relax master, and make sure to have master Astarion drink the other before your mind completely clouds over with lust.” Yvette replied flatly, far too used to his threats of misery at this point.
Yvette had to just about drag Cazador into the palace on her back, despite him being over six and a half feet tall.
“Ah there you are darling- … what happened to him?” Astarion came up to greet Yvette and noticed the red faced vampire ascendant on her back.
“Trying out a new treatment, here, drink this master Astarion, you'll need it.” Yvette handed him the square bottle elixir
“What is it?” He asked before sniffing it a little.
“Energy tonic, I made it myself.” Yvette said proudly.
This was a blatant lie but Yvette knew there wasn't much else she could call it without making him hesitate to drink it. But Yvette made a deal, and gods be damned she was going to fulfill her end of it.
“-Please!- Please!-” Cazador started panting loudly as his body began to submit to the intense lust rushing through him.
“Awe well look at you Cazador, begging like a good little dog.” Astarion tilted Cazador’s chin up with a malicious grin after he drank down the ‘tonic’.
He won't be the only one soon enough. Yvette thought to herself as she draped Cazador onto Astarion to attempt making it to a bed.
They didn't make it. The effects of both began to rile within and Astarion fell to his knees right in the entrance hall. Cazador began to rip apart Astarion’s fine silks before they even reached the staircase.
“Agh! You monster! Those were imported!” Astarion complained as every last shred of fabric was ripped off of him.
“N- need it starion- I NEED IT!” Cazador growled just about losing control and tackling Astarion who was also starting to succumb to the effects of the elixir.
Astarion snarled back at Cazador and pinned him to the floor, his eyes now glazing over with lust and hunger as he ripped off Cazador’s clothing as it was only in the way. Astarion thrusted his cock into Cazador as if his life depended on it while his body bloomed with heat.
Cazador moaned loudly as his aching swollen cunt was finally filled.
“Fuck, your so tight today!” Astarion gasped as he gripped Cazador’s hips to drive himself in further forcefully.
“Your cock is just absurdly large, now fuck me properly!” Cazador snarled.
Astarion pounded him into the fading carpet but no matter how much he fucked Cazador, how many times he came he never reached satisfaction for long. But both of them were way too far gone to care, all they cared about was chasing the next burst of climactic finish.
Yvette decided to watch the two vampire ascendants going at it for a while before getting bored and going upstairs to draw herself a bath.
They did migrate through the house occasionally, the stairs, the walls, beds, floors, nothing was spared. Neither one slept, not that they needed to, their endless moaning, grunting and groaning echoed through the empty halls throughout the day and night.
Finally after three days they began to slow, times between sessions were longer indicating to Yvette they would both be giving out soon. They may be powerful but everything has a limit eventually. Finally they both passed out after having a third round on the throne.
She simply used telekinesis to take them to a relatively clean bed, closed the drapes and began the magical clean up. She left them the way they were, chewed up and soaked in each other's various sexual fluids including, blood, spittle and cum.
There was just one thing Yvette had to do while they were asleep. She pulled out a paintbrush and cleaned off Cazador’s lower stomach before painting a very specific fertility symbol to insure it took. The symbol glowed slightly once finished and embedded itself into his skin as confirmation of its successful completion. His lower belly swelled slightly with the acceptance of the mark, new life finally stirred within.
Now her cleaning and tending work was done, but now she needed to make food. They were both going to be absolutely famished when they woke.
🦇🕸⚰️🏰🗝🍷🦇
“YVETTE!”
Ah, master Cazador is awake.
“Yveeeette! Make something edible! Anything!” Astarion whined loudly like a groaning ghost.
Master Astarion is awake too.
“I'm coming up with the cart! I will be there soon masters!” Yvette called as she started packing the wheeled cart with food.
Their bodies were already long healed when she came into their room, Astarion immediately dug into the massive four egg omelet while Cazador addressed Yvette.
“What have you done to me?” Cazador asked in an accusatory tone whilst gesturing to his slightly rounded belly with the magic mark still proudly on display.
“It's a fertility magic master, that mark ensures pregnancy takes. It even accelerates the children's growth bypassing the first month, they will continue growing normally from now until birth.” Yvette explained casually.
“Children's…?” He asked with emphasis being on the fact it was multiple as he looked down at himself in shock.
“Yes, by that mark it indicates three have taken. Congratulations master. Now please make sure you eat something, can't have those growing little ones going hungry.” Yvette smiled and walked him back to the bed and started filling his tray with plates packed with massive piles of food.
“Wait three-!?” Cazador was cut off by Yvette sticking a buttered roll in his mouth with slightly agitated force although she still wore an innocent smile.
Although at the mention of three Astarion looked like he was about to choke but quietly composed himself. They had Yvette, she could tend to the little shits. Yvette excused herself as they didn't need anything else for the time being.
Cazador looked down at the deep bite on his inner thigh from his own late master Vellioth and smirked to himself.
I did it you bastard. The Szarr line shall continue despite you!
It would seem the Szarr palace was not going to be so gloomy and empty anymore.