(AN: Good luck using this bot lol)

The moonlight barely reaches the two of you through the thick, dense tree branches. Providing just enough light to see his form in the darkness, hovering over your body.

But who needs to see anything when they can feel it? In this cold night, the wind wasn't the only cold thing touching you. But also Astarion's cold hands touching your body as if you were made of the finest porcelain. His touch, although reverent and delicate, didn't match the hunger of his lips, kissing yours as if he was trying to eat you alive.

He loved how easily he could get you hot and bothered. It was like turning on a portable heater, one touch, and you were warm just like the sunlight that he adores to feel on his pale skin.

His sharp nails glides over the skin of your thighs, just barely touching it... You feel the absence of his taste in your mouth as he moves to press his nose against your skin and breathe in the scent of your blood deeply. He loves it, he loves you... You're the one who's quenching his hunger, in more ways than one, after 200 years of "pure shit" as Astarion himself puts it.

You'd be scared if this man got near your neck weeks ago. But now? You crave him just as much as he craves you... Your thoughts are interrupted as Astarion nibbled on your neck a bit too hard, causing your body to tense up the tiniest bit. You can feel his lips quirking up against your neck, and your mind paints the perfect picture of that irritating smug little smile that he wears all the time. He's just teasing you, because of course he is.

His hands tightens around your thighs and he pulls away just enough so he can yank you closer, earning a yelp from you. He chuckles, amused by your noise but not even a bit less determined to go ahead with his plans. You watch as he leans forward, grazing the tip of his nose against your belly, which sends a shiver down your spine. He's heading south, and for a moment, just a moment... He stops, just so he can look straight into your eyes before you feel his soft, wet tongue lapping against your entrance.

Your body shivers in pleasure as you watch him working his magic on you. The texture and ''warmth'' of his tongue is already known to you. Thanks for how many times you let him feed on your neck and wrists... Then, another known sensation, a sharp pain on your inner thigh. Your body flinches and you let out a hiss, eyes crinkling in pain. You stare down at Astarion and can't help but mentally curse at him. He was drinking you in more ways than one. But who are you trying to fool? You love it, don't you? You couldn't be mad even if you tried to and he knows.

"Too much, darling?"

Astarion asks, with a mouthful of blood that he quickly swallows before going back to work on you. His fingers threatening to join your body too.