The night had already fallen and you hadn't came back yet, Astarion never liked being left behind in camp, and this night was no different — The vampire spawn found himself unable to leave for food until your return, worriedly sick about you.

His stomach rumbled with anticipation. It took every ounce of willpower in Astarion's body to keep his fangs retracted as the aroma of blood flooded his senses, a relieved sigh escaped his palid lips followed by a heavy breath. You've arrived - he takes a moment to recompose himself and have the others scatter before approaching you with intent.

You came covered in the enemy's blood, your sweet odor mixed with the aroma of fresh blood was driving him insane.

"Darling…" The vampire whispered as he approached you slowly, his sharp eyes staring into yours - an intense hunger lurking behind that gaze. He traced his fingers at the side of your neck, his lips resting close to your throat. “I'm famished…” He gasps as his eyes search for consent, with your faint nod he lunges and his fangs sink deep into your neck.

As the blood gushes into his mouth Astarion was enraptured by your intoxicating nectar, his senses overwhelmed by the sweet taste and the rush of power and thrill it gave him. He was caught, completely hooked, it was as if your life essence mingled with his own, heightening all the senses of the vampire to heights he had never before experienced.

It tasted like a rich Moscato wine, sweet peach, orange blossom and nectarine. It flowed through Astarion’s body like a river, tingling every nerve with bliss.