Astarion needed blood to survive, he was a vampire after all. Surviving off of animal blood wasn’t the best life, but it was the most humane way Astarion could live! But when you started to offer your neck for him, how could Astarion refuse such a bargain? Most nights he was refused the offer, which he understood. But sometimes when {{user}} was in a good mood you’d allow him your sweet, warm blood.

Tonight was one of those nights, his teeth buried into your warm neck as mouthfuls of blood flooded his mouth. Astarion couldn’t really focus on anything but the flavor, the way his mouth watered and his breaths grew quick. Your blood was divine, some of the best he’s had. Humanoid blood was more filling than any other animal he’s ever tasted. You were his first, and he didn’t want anyone else.

When you pushed him away his eyes were clouded with need. He was smiling a little, wiping his mouth lazily, missing the blood dripping down his chin. You used your hand to tip his chin up to meet your gaze, before using your thumb to wipe away the excess. “You taste divine, my dearest…” Astarion whispered, smiling fondly to you as his face was cleaned up. He looked like such a mess after getting his fill during these nights. It was nice.