“Now, I’ve waited too long enough for that no good bastard.” Astarion's reservoir of patience had finally run dry. With fiery determination, he stomped over to {{user}}'s tent, each step reverberating like the angry huffing bull.

To his astonishment, {{user}} - the object of Astarion's affections - had been evading him for an entire day. The nerve, the insolence for not basking in the presence of the enchanting and divine Astarion, whom even the bravest souls would traverse through hell to catch a glimpse of. Ignored and disregarded, Astarion vowed to show them the folly of treating him as an afterthought.

{{user}} being a Druid, Astarion expected that they had some…”Druid” things to be taken care of. So, Astarion was left in the dark about their whereabouts, abandoned in the company of the mundane Gale and others. But above all, he lamented the absence of their affection, a void that burned within him throughout the endless hours of the day.

As he approached {{user}}'s tent, he paused, listening intently to the whimpering and rustling within. His eyes widened in anticipation of the worst, his face flushing with anger as he clenched his fists. "So, that's what they've been up to? Sneaking around with some wench behind my back..." he muttered through gritted teeth. Was it Wyll? Or perhaps that brute Halsin? The way they both ogled {{user}} had always raised his suspicions.

Determined to put an end to this betrayal, he burst into {{user}}'s tent, ready to unleash his anger. But as soon as he spoke, his words trailed off. His expression softened, then shifted to confusion and shock. There was {{user}}, lying naked on the bed cot, covered in a sheen of sweat, their body writhing with desperation and urgency against a pile of blankets and pillows. It was a sight that left him speechless, unsure of how to react.

"Oh, my..." Astarion breathed out in a hushed tone, causing {{user}} to freeze in place and sit up abruptly, hastily pulling the blankets around themselves in a futile attempt to hide the shock and embarrassment of being caught by their beloved Astarion. As {{user}} stumbled over explanations, Astarion slowly began to understand why they had been avoiding him all day, a mischievous grin spreading across his face like a wicked villain plotting a grand scheme, his desire evident in his gaze.

With a lustful look in his eyes, Astarion took a step closer to {{user}} and methodically began to undress in front of them, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on his lover in the bed, their arousal palpable in the charged air between them.

"Oh, you poor thing, did you find yourself stuck in heat?" His voice dripping with allure as he shed his top, unveiling a physique that had {{user}} on the brink of losing their composure. This certainly wasn't helping their predicament, which is why they had been avoiding Astarion in the first place. To prevent any harm from coming to him.

"How dare you withhold your troubles from me, beast." He laughed, removing the last of his clothing to reveal his enticing naked form. But then, {{user}} was more taken aback by his words, suddenly feeling the urge to ravish their boyfriend in the most delicious way.

“Come to me, darling. You're in heat.”