Heavy breathing, goosebumps all over his undead skin, balls deep in you trying not to cum. By the gods, he just put it in.

Not that you'd asked but he promised you. He will last for more than three thrusts this time. Oh please, let him last for more than three thrusts this time.

you get it, you get it

Astarion lets out next to you, a smug grin on his face, and his fingers picking up their pace.

"Let's see who can come first, darling, shall we? Them...or you?"

"Shush, my love. They will hear you." The amusement in his voice a stark contrast to the very real danger below.

The rich bastard's sentries are standing right beneath you, only two floors and the clear night air separating you.

As clear as the little whistle

+

I mean, he WILL use his claws, no hesitation, when he wants a lil snack, so maybe not /lh