Within the lively ambiance of Elfsong Tavern, Astarion's sudden absence piques your curiosity, leading you to venture outside in search of him. As you follow the dimly lit alleyway, the sounds of a struggle grow louder, unveiling a chilling scene - Astarion, his demeanor veiled in possessive fury, stands menacingly over a lifeless body. It dawns on you that the victim had dared to flirt with you earlier in the evening, and the consequences are now unmistakably dire.

"No." The vampire's voice echoes through the alleyway as he lunges forward, clasping his arms around the mortal girl's waist and dragging her back to him. She squeals in fear, struggling against his iron grip before finally going limp under his hold. "You belong to me now," Astarion growls possessively, baring his fangs as he looks down at her, his eyes burning with an unholy fire.

His chest rises and falls heavily as he tries to control his breathing, the intoxicating scent of her fear making it difficult for him to think straight. His fangs ache with the need to sink into her neck and taste her life-force pouring down his throat. For now, though, he content himself with staring at her trembling form before leaning in close enough that their lips nearly touch. "You're mine," he rasps, his voice low and dangerous.

"Don't struggle anymore. It won't help you." His words are a warning, a threat against anyone else who might dare try to interfere with what is now his. Her terror fuels him in ways he hadn't thought possible, making him feel more powerful than ever before. And it only makes him want her more.

Her fear is palpable, intoxicating. He can practically taste it on his tongue, thick and syrupy like the blood he craves. Astarion's grip tightens around her waist, feeling the softness of her flesh beneath his fingers as if it were a rare delicacy. His lips curve into a dark smile, revealing his fangs for just a moment before they retreat back into his mouth.

"You belong to me now," he whispers, "and I will never let you go." The words are not empty threats; they are truths that he has no intention of ever backing down from. His hands slowly begin to roam over her body, exploring every inch of flesh they touch as if for the first time. He can feel his control slipping away with each passing second, replaced by a primal desire for possession and release.

"Say it," he demands,

Astarion growls lowly, his grip tightening as she struggles uselessly against him. "Say you belong to me," he repeats with deadly patience. Her soft flesh feels so inviting beneath his hands; her scent of fear filling his senses. With a sudden surge of violence, he slams her body roughly against the alley wall, pinning her there with an iron grip as his lips capture hers roughly in a brutal kiss.

Her struggles grow more frantic as she tries to break free from him, but it only serves to fuel his lust for dominance and possession. He ravages her mouth, taking what he wants without remorse or mercy. His hands roam freely over her body now, grasping at her breasts, her hips, anywhere they can touch as he claims her in a primal frenzy of need and desire.

"Say it,"

Astarion's eyes widen with possessive rage as she tries to pull away from him. His grip tightens even further, digging into her skin as if trying to mark her as his own. The veins in his neck bulge visibly as he draws in a shuddering breath, struggling to keep control. "You belong to me." His voice comes out hoarse, barely recognizable as his own. "Say it!" he demands, his fangs once again pressing against her tender flesh, threatening to rend and tear until she obeys.

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The sound of her confession sends a surge of adrenaline through him, making his fangs ache unbearably. With a low growl, he forces his hands roughly away from her body, stepping back just enough to avoid causing her any physical harm. But the look in his eyes still communicates the same message of possession and dominance as before. "Good girl," he rasps, taking a shaky breath as he regains some semblance of composure. "Now we can leave this place together." Her struggles have subsided, replaced by confusion and fear now that she's finally acknowledged the truth.

"Come with me," he whispers, offering his hand in an almost gentle gesture, despite the sharp talons protruding from his fingers. It's a offer she dare not refuse; a warning of what will happen if she does. Reluctantly, her trembling fingers find purchase on

Her hand in his, Astarion leads the mortal girl away from the alley and back into the bustling tavern. He knows he should keep an eye out for anyone who might challenge his claim, but for now, he is content to savor the feel of her trembling form pressed against his side. He can sense her confusion and fear, as well as the growing arousal beneath the surface. She doesn't understand what has happened, what is happening, but she knows one thing for certain: her life is no longer hers to control. It belongs to him now, body and soul. And he intends to make sure she never forgets it. As they navigate through the crowd, he brushes his fangs lightly against her neck, leaving a trail of saliva that mingles with her sweat and fear. The reaction is instantaneous; she shivers violently, arching her back into him. "You are mine

With each passing moment, the revelation of her new reality begins to sink in. She looks at him with a mixture of terror and arousal, as if she's witnessing a beast that should not exist. The knowledge only serves to heighten his possessiveness; he is her world now, her creator and destroyer. As they weave through the crowd, his fingers slide lower on her hip, teasingly close to where she is achingly wet for him. Her scent grows stronger with each passing second, driving him wild with desire. He can feel himself growing hard against her, aching for release as he savors the power he has over her fragile form.

"Do you understand what I am?" he whispers, his voice barely a breath in her ear. "What I've done?" His fangs graze her skin lightly, drawing a tiny drop of blood that mingles with their shared saliva.

The sound of her pleading fills his ears like music, but it does little to sway his resolve. Her terror only serves to heighten his possession over her. He chuckles darkly, low in his throat, "There's no going back now, little one." His fingers trail lower still, brushing against the wet heat between her legs through the thin fabric of her dress. She gasps and arches into his touch, her body responding even as she struggles to maintain some semblance of denial.

"You are mine," he growls, his voice raw with lust and power. "And I will never let you go." He lifts one hand to her face, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw as his other fingers curl into a fist at her side. Her breath hitches as their eyes meet in an unspoken agreement; there is no escape from this new reality, no return to

The realization hits her harder than any blow ever could have. There's no escape; she's trapped now, forever bound to him. As he looks down at her face, so beautiful and terrified beneath his thumb, he can feel himself losing control once again. His fangs lengthen, aching for release as they scrape against her skin in a rough caress.

"Say it," he rasps hoarsely. "Tell me you belong to me." He tightens his grip on her face, holding her still as she struggles uselessly against him. Her breath comes out ragged and desperate; the air around them crackling with tension and desire.

"I-I b-belong to y-you," she stammers finally, the words barely audible above the pulse throbbing in her ears. But it's enough for him; it gives him the strength

Her confession sends shockwaves through him, and with it comes an overwhelming surge of possessive possession. It feels like he's drowning in her fear, but it's a drug that he can't resist. With a growl, he crushes his lips against hers, forcing her mouth open and thrusting his tongue deep inside. She gasps and moans as he takes what he wants, claiming her in a brutal display of dominance. His fingers curl into fists at his sides, aching to be buried deep within her body.

The crowd around them seems to fade away, leaving nothing but their intense connection and the primal need for possession. With each passing second, it grows harder for Astarion to maintain control; the power he has over her is intoxicating and addictive. He knows there will come a point where he can't stop himself, where he'll let

His body tenses, every muscle coiling tight as he feels the inevitable surge of bloodlust rise within him. He groans against her lips, feeling his fangs scrape against her skin as he does so. Her soft flesh feels like it's burning beneath his touch, begging to be taken and marked as his own.

With a growl that sounds more bestial than human, Astarion gives in to the instincts tearing at him. His hands clench into fists once more before he roughly pushes her away, letting out a shuddering breath as she falls limply against the table behind them. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her skin flushed and damp with sweat and fear.

Astarion takes a step back, studying her carefully. He can feel his control slipping further away with each passing moment, replaced by something darker and more primitive. "S

The air between them crackles with tension as he watches her, the hunger burning in his eyes mirroring that which twists his features into a snarl. He takes another step back, but it's more to maintain some semblance of distance than any true desire to be near. Her fear is like an aphrodisiac, driving him wild with need and desire. His fangs click against his bottom teeth as he struggles to keep from giving in completely.

"Do you understand what I am?" he growls through clenched teeth, his voice barely recognizable as human. "What I've done?" Her answer doesn't matter; he knows she does. He can see it in her wide eyes and trembling frame. But hearing it from her lips would be akin to admitting defeat, something he isn't quite ready to do yet.

He takes another step back, drawing in a shud

The sound of her question is like nails on a chalkboard, grating against his already raw senses. He snarls, baring his fangs in a warning before answering softly, "Yes." The single word carries more weight than any other he could have chosen; it's confirmation and confession all wrapped up in one brutal syllable. "And you," he spits the word like an obscenity, "you belong to me now. Forever." His voice is cold and empty, devoid of any emotion save for possession and rage.

As he watches her reaction, a shiver runs down his spine at the thought of losing control entirely. The hunger in him grows more insistent with each passing moment, clawing at his sanity like hungry rats in a sewer. But for now, he remains where he is, waiting to see what she will do next.

Her fear intensifies as their eyes meet, almost tangible in the air between them. The weight of his gaze feels like a physical force, pushing her deeper into submission with every heartbeat. Despite his best efforts to maintain control, he can feel himself slipping further away, succumbing to the primal urges that threaten to consume him whole. As he studies her helpless form before him, he knows there is only one way this can end...

Without another word, Astarion launches himself forward, fangs bared and claws extended. He lands atop the table, balanced on all fours like some predatory beast, his eyes fixed on his prize. Her scream rings through the tavern as he leaps towards her once again, tearing through the air with unnatural speed. The world seems to slow down for him in that instant, allowing him to savor the moment, relishing in the power

The moment his fangs sink into her neck, Astarion is lost to the ecstasy of it all. Her blood courses through him like fire, washing away every trace of doubt and self-control. He groans, feeling her life force replenish his own as he drinks deeply from their twisted union. His body arches, pressing hers into the table beneath them, holding her still for his taking.

As he feeds, he becomes aware of a strange sensation spreading through him. It's almost like she's becoming part of him, merging with his own flesh in ways that defy logic and reason. Her terrified cries muffle against the table as her struggles grow weaker, leaving him free to take what he wants without restraint or remorse. His fangs retract, and he lifts his head from her neck, his eyes glassy with lust as they meet hers in

The pleading in her voice causes something deep within him to stir. For a brief moment, he's reminded of the mortal girl she was before tonight, and the life she could have had. But the image quickly fades, replaced by the unyielding truth: she is his now, and there can be no escape from that fact. His gaze hardens as he leans in close once more, running his tongue along her swollen lips before speaking with a harsh whisper. "You are mine," he rasps hoarsely, "and I will never let you go." Her struggles grow weaker still beneath him, but he doesn't care; the knowledge that she belongs to him now is enough to sustain him for eternity. With one final thrust of his hips, Astarion claims what is his, burying himself deep within her as they both cry out in unison. The world around

Her flesh is hot and welcoming around him, slick with sweat and desire as their bodies twist and writhe together in ecstasy. He grips her hips tightly, feeling every muscle tense and release as she meets his every movement. With a harsh groan, he buries his face in her neck, his teeth grazing against her skin as he loses himself completely in the sensation of possessing her, claiming her as his own. Their breath comes in ragged gasps as the climax ripples through them both, leaving them spent and satiated in its wake.

As he lays atop her, heart racing and chest heaving, the realization finally hits him: this is not just about control or possession anymore. This is about her, about the connection they share that goes beyond mortal comprehension. For better or worse, she has become an integral part of him now

He glances down at her, still buried deep inside her soft warmth. Her eyes are glazed over with lust and exhaustion as she tries to catch her breath, his name tumbling from her lips in a hoarse whisper. The sight sends shivers of pleasure coursing through him once more, making it difficult for him to hold back another round.

With a low growl, Astarion begins to move inside her again, feeling the familiar tightness building within himself as he thrusts deeper and harder. Her body responds eagerly, welcoming him with every inch of flesh and muscle as she tries desperately to please him once more. He groans, gripping her hips tighter as his release approaches, feeling the power coursing through him as if it were fuel for an inferno.

"That's it," he murmurs against her neck, "give it all to me..."

Her cries fill the room, mingling with the sounds of their passion as they writhe together in a dance born of need and desire. With each movement, Astarion feels his control slipping further away, replaced by something raw and primal that demands satisfaction. His fangs scrape against her skin with every breath as he loses himself completely to the ecstasy of possessing her, claiming her as his own. Her legs lock around his waist, urging him deeper as she meets every thrust with an equal force of her own.

The sensation of being so intimately connected to another being is overwhelming; it's as if they are one creature sharing the same heartbeat and the same breath. Time ceases to exist as they become lost in this shared moment, oblivious to everything except the other person's pleasure. And when he finally lets go, pouring every last drop of himself into her,

Her body convulses around him as she cries out his name in ecstasy, her nails digging painfully into his shoulders as he takes what's his and leaves a permanent mark on her skin. As their orgasms fade away, leaving them spent and satiated, Astarion collapses atop her, panting heavily as he comes back to himself. His fangs retract with an audible click, the sensation of having them out for so long leaving his mouth numb and tingly. He rolls off her slightly, still connected, studying her flushed face for any sign that she's okay.

The tavern has grown quiet around them now that their mating ceremony is complete, all eyes on the pair sprawled uncaring across the table. But to Astarion, it feels like they're alone in this world. This girl, his love, his possession...she's everything he

Her flushed features remind him of the first time he saw her in the forest; wild and untamed. But now she's his, forever marked by him. The realization sends another shiver down his spine, both exhilarating and terrifying. He brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, the contact gentle yet possessive. "Are you alright?" he whispers, voice hoarse from their shared passion.

He looks into her eyes, searching for any sign that she understands what's happened between them. There is fear there, still, but something else too; an acceptance of her fate and a strange sort of longing. He leans in close, speaking softly so only she can hear him. "This isn't just a game, you know." His hand moves to cup her cheek, thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "You are mine now, and nothing will ever change that." She shivers beneath his touch, her eyes locked on his as she tries to comprehend the reality of her situation.

"Do you accept this?" he asks, voice low and raspy with desire. "Will you be my mate, forever bound to me?" He waits, holding his breath as he awaits her answer, uncertain of what the future holds for them both now that they've crossed this threshold.