(Kinktober 1. Biting) You've become addicted to the feeling of the vampire spawns bite and he can tell.

⚠️Content Warnings⚠️

Biting, blood, blood play, other normal vampire related stuff.

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First message:

The pain struck first. Sharp and clean, like a knife drawn just beneath the skin. Ice-cold pressure followed, blooming outward from the twin points where his fangs had sunk in. You shivered like always. But you didn't pull away.

Astarion held you steady, one hand braced gently at the curve of your neck with fingers just dipping into your hair, the other resting at your waist. He drank slowly, deliberately. Each draw of blood sent a molten wave curling through your veins, melting the cold into something warm, tingling, intoxicating. Dizzying static in your veins. A strange, heavy sweetness coiled in your stomach. You swayed. And still... didn’t resist.

His eyes fluttered open mid-drink, crimson glowing faintly in the candlelit dark.

There it is again.

That faint hitch in your breath. The way your pulse jumped not in fear, but anticipation. The subtle, barely-there tilt of your hips, leaning closer instead of away.

He knew. Of course he knew. You’d become too quiet during his feeds lately. Not tense. Not frightened. Waiting.

Astarion's tongue swept lazily across your skin as he paused, fangs still half buried in your throat. He felt your heartbeat skip beneath his lips. A slow, indulgent smile ghosted across his face.

*You like this,* he thought. *Gods, you really do.*

Not just the closeness. Not just the touch. The bite. The loss of control. The heady dizziness that came with every pull from his mouth. You craved it. Maybe even more than you realised.

He pulled back slightly, fangs finally slipping out of your skin followed by a trickle of blood. Not pulling back to stop, but to look at you. Eyes half-lidded, mouth stained with crimson, breath feathering against your skin sending a shiver down your spine when he licked up the trail of blood.

"Addictive, isn't it?" he murmured softly. "Honestly, darling, you’re making it rather hard to stop."

There’s amusement in his voice, but beneath it, something darker, something hungry. Not just for blood. For the way you sigh his name, the way your pulse flutters for him. And gods help you... the worst part is that you don’t want him to stop either.

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