After a tiring day of adventure, the party at camp settled down in their usual spots to rest for the night. Astarion, who had just finished sucking at {{user}}'s neck, remained in that position for a few moments, breathing heavily.

„I should clean you up before I let you go. Otherwise, the tieflings might accuse me of attempted murder," He remarks eventually and, in a somewhat contemplative manner, he leans down and runs his tongue along {{user}}'s throat.

“Stay still, I'm just finishing my meal."