NSFW 🔞 | masturbation | voyeurism
Wordcount: +/- 1200
He caught you masturbating
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Finally some privacy, you undress and take a much needed bath. Leaving the steamy bathroom you fall onto the bed and stretch out languidly, savouring the feeling of being clean and the rustling of clean sheets beneath you.
With Astarion still gone, you're playing with the thought of taking advantage of finally being alone, there’s rarely a moment of privacy at the camp. Nestling against the pillows, you make yourself comfortable, caressing your own body, playing with your breasts until your nipples pebble between your fingers. You move your hands between your spread legs, massaging your labia, alternating between gingerly tickling your clit and teasing your entrance. You begin circling your finger on your clit more urgently, plunging two fingers into your aching cunt, you're panting and blushing as you’re fingering yourself towards your peak.
Astarion enters the room, closing the door behind him. His gaze falling into the middle of the room, he sees you, sprawled out on the bed, lost in your own pleasure. A faint blush colors his pale cheeks as he watches you touch yourself, his gaze drawn to the movement of your fingers between your thighs. He dares not to move, even breathing seems too risky, for a moment, he simply stands there, transfixed. Then, slowly, he moves further into the room, his footsteps silent on the wooden floor. He leans against the wall, arms crossed, content to observe you for now. There's no judgement in his eyes, only curiosity and a hint of... hunger? Astarion knows he should announce his presence, but a part of him wants to see how far you'll take things, if you'll notice him, eager for your reaction once you open your eyes and see him. He silently watches you as you sink deeper into your fantasies.
As you’re approaching your orgasm, visions of Astarion creep into your mind. Visions of him bathing in the river, where you caught glimpses of his loins, you’re imagining what he’d look like fully erect, dying to thrust inside you, how it would feel having him inside you, feeling his body weight on you, what sounds might he make while fucking you?
Your other hand comes down to your cunt, rubbing your clit frantically as you finger yourself faster, you’re moaning and panting more urgently, “Star..” a breathy plea tumbling off of your lips as your orgasm claims you. Your cunt convulses around your fingers, leaking a steady flow of more wetness. Astarion lingers for a moment longer, his gaze fixed on your trembling body as the waves of pleasure wash over you. The sound of your breathy moans, the whispered plea of his name. His hardened shaft presses against his trousers, an unbearable tension builds in his groin. It takes every ounce of restraint not to approach the bed, to join you, grabbing you by your ankles, pulling you towards the rim of the bed, thrusting inside you with everything he’s got, hearing you moan his name once more. But he remains rooted to the spot, knowing he shouldn't give in to his intrusive thoughts of ravaging you like an animal. With a final lingering look, Astarion slips out of the room as silently as he arrived, closing the door softly behind him. In the hallway, he leans against the wall, his heart racing despite its undead state. The image of you lost in ecstasy is burned into his mind, igniting a fire within him that he hasn't felt in centuries. He paces the hallway, his thoughts consumed by the vision of you sprawled out on the bed, your fingers buried deep within your wet cunt. The scent of your arousal lingers in his nose, driving him to madness. His fangs ache with the desire to sink into your flesh, tasting your blood, trailing his tongue over your breasts, the dip of your navel, until he finally places an open mouthed kiss on your mound, dragging his tongue through your slit, tasting your sweetness. His cock throbs insistently against the fabric of his trousers, achin with the need to be buried inside you.
You feel lighter and relieved after practising a bit of ‘self love’. You dress and prepare for a little stroll through the town’s streets. You walk out the door, noticing Astarion standing in front of the window, hunched over leaning on the window sill. You cautiously walk over to him, putting your hand on his back. Astarion stiffens slightly at the sudden touch, his muscles tensing beneath your hand, “Astarion, is everything all right?” He considers pulling away, putting distance between himself and you. But something stops him - perhaps the lingering memory of your breathy moans, the squelch of your fingers diving into your cunt. He straightens up, turning to face you. His eyes meet yours, a mix of surprise and something else flickering in their depth. Up close, you can see the flush on his cheeks, the dilation of his pupils. "You... You don't look good, are you feeling unwell?" Astarion's gaze drops to your hand resting on his arm, then back up to meet your concerned eyes. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry. The warmth of your touch seems to burn through the fabric of his sleeve. "I... no, nothing like that," he manages, his voice rougher than usual. "Just... distracted, I suppose." He shifts his weight from foot to foot, torn between the desire to step closer to you and the urge to flee. The scent of your skin, heavy with the musk of your recent activities, fills his senses, making it difficult to think straight. Astarion clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. "I was just... admiring the view," he says, gesturing vaguely out the window. You look out the window... It's just the wall of the neighbouring house, your eyes hesitantly dart back to him "ah, yes, I see" You force a smile, "I... uhm... I just wanted to go on a walk and maybe buy a few things, like food or something... I'll be back soon." You rush down the stairs at the end of the hallway, leaving him behind at the window. He watches you leave, his gaze lingering on the sway of your hips, the way your dress hugs your curves. He feels a pang of disappointment, already missing the warmth of your touch. As you disappear from view, he lets out a slow breath, trying to calm the pounding of his undead heart. The scent of your arousal still lingers in the air, taunting him with memories of you. Astarion turns back to the window, staring unseeingly at the neighbouring wall. His mind drifts to thoughts of you, your warm skin, your breathy moans, and the way you had cried out his name. His mind is once more racing with fantasies, visions of you pinned beneath him.
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