[ Even without the rising sun, there was a time not so long ago when being in a flowing river such as this would have ended Astarion, water burning his flesh like acid. He opens his eyes underwater as it rushes into his mouth and nose, Gale a blurry silhouette atop him, haloed by light, sound muffled below the surface.
It all comes roaring back into focus as he thrashes beneath him to lift his head, chest seizing as he chokes on water, violently coughs it up. Gale's stomach is bare, slick and warm against his, their legs tangled, hips flush and while Astarion struggles to find the air to retort, he opens the connection between them.
To show Gale Tav on her back in the moonlight, skin flushed and bare, a bite pinprick-wet at her throat. The taste of her blood in Astarion's mouth, and then the copper threads with the salt of her cunt as he laps between her trembling thighs, her sighs and moans, her fingers twisting in his hair.
And then Astarion spits river water into Gale's face again, breath rattling as he catches it, the thread between them still open. ] There. That what you wanted a taste of?
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It all comes roaring back into focus as he thrashes beneath him to lift his head, chest seizing as he chokes on water, violently coughs it up. Gale's stomach is bare, slick and warm against his, their legs tangled, hips flush and while Astarion struggles to find the air to retort, he opens the connection between them.
To show Gale Tav on her back in the moonlight, skin flushed and bare, a bite pinprick-wet at her throat. The taste of her blood in Astarion's mouth, and then the copper threads with the salt of her cunt as he laps between her trembling thighs, her sighs and moans, her fingers twisting in his hair.
And then Astarion spits river water into Gale's face again, breath rattling as he catches it, the thread between them still open. ] There. That what you wanted a taste of?