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Halsin lifted her chin to place a quick kiss on her lips before winding his hand in her hair once more. “Down,” he told her, keeping a firm grasp on her while she sunk to her knees.
“You remember these, don’t you?”
She felt a quick, sliding movement against her ankles as two vines looped over them, securing her to the ground. Another snaked its way to one wrist, then the other, fastening them tightly behind her back.
“I’d be a fool to forget,” she replied, eyes fixed on him.
He smiled as he noticed her gaze wandering over him in a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. “What are you looking at, little clover?” he asked, brushing a hand against her cheek.
“You,” she said, eager and nearly breathless with desire. “All of you…”
“Good. I want you to keep your eyes on me. Don’t look away, don’t close them.” He grabbed her chin and tightened his grip on her jaw, causing her mouth to open slightly. “And do your best, love. You won’t have your hands to help you.”
Halsin pushed his hips forward, returned a hand to her hair, and slid his co*ck past her lips. She took a startled breath at the intrusion - it surprised her even though she expected it. She kept her eyes on him as he requested, staring up with a bit of worry - he was more than sizable. Maybe she’d choke and experience the world’s most embarrassing way to die, she joked to herself silently, attempting to stave off that worry.
He pushed further into her mouth, causing her to whimper and instinctively try to pull back. “Ah, ah,” he chided, “deep breath, you can take it.”
Silvanus knows she did her best, but she soon couldn’t contain her soft whines of discomfort at each thrust. Halsin wasn’t interested in accommodating her, picking up his pace as he f*cked into her mouth and further down her throat, holding her steady so she couldn’t pull away.
“Use your tongue,” he demanded, fully knowing she couldn’t but wanting to feel her try. Again, she did her best, still staring up at him with her lovely eyes and slightly furrowed brow, drool spilling down her chin, a few tears threatening to fall down her flushed cheeks as she fought against the involuntary constrictions of her throat… “Come see how pretty,” he said, beckoning Astarion over.
“I suppose she has her charms,” teased Astarion, as he walked to stand beside Halsin.
Tav’s eyes briefly flickered over to Astarion, and Halsin placed a gentle hand on her cheek. “You have to look at me, little clover. Remember?” She responded with an intentional blink, looking back up at him as requested. “Do as you’re told, and I’ll reward you.”
Astarion leaned over to whisper something to Halsin, who smirked and replied “in a minute.” Astarion smiled down at Tav, who couldn’t help but glimpse at him…
Halsin stepped back, removing his co*ck from her mouth before giving her a swift smack on her cheek. It hurt, she thought to herself. Not unbearably so, but she was momentarily dazed by the action. She was sure he barely put any real force behind it, but he was so strong, anything more than a tap was jarring.
“You’re intent on being disobedient, aren’t you?”
Tav felt the vines around her shift, pulling her upper body down while keeping her bottom in the air. She gasped at how the vines made quick work of her, and how forceful they felt.
“You know, Astarion suggested that we take you back to camp, put you on something soft and warm,” he continued. “He thought you’d had enough of being out here, and I had agreed for a moment. But I don’t think that’s the case now, little songbird. I think you need more.”
She thought about how sore her muscles were, how her knees ached from kneeling, how the flesh on her hips and waist burned from the pressure and friction of the vines coiling themselves around her… gods what she’d give to be f*cked on a bedroll. She normally could barely stand those things, but right now they would be an absolute luxury.
“Take me back to the tent,” she panted, looking at Halsin with the best pleading look she could muster, even though the sting from his slap still lingered an infuriated her. “Please, daddy…?”
Halsin smiled and walked behind her, kneeling down and running his hands over her back and hips. “Nice try, love. How are you supposed to learn your lessons if I keep letting you get away with everything?”
He gripped her hips and pulled himself forward, sliding into her hard and making her yelp. “In the ground, in the dirt, like you deserve,” he said between grunts of effort. “Remember, love?”
Tav cried out a “yes!” as her yelps turned into moans, wanting so badly to be free of those damned vines so she could f*ck him back. She wanted to turn and knock him down, straddle him, and ride him until he was the one apologizing for acting like a brute. She turned and shot him a look, defiance mixed with desire.
“I don’t like the way you’re looking at me, little one,” he told her, gripping her hips tighter and making her wince. “I could always make it worse for you. I could really hurt you. You wouldn’t be the first brat I've had who's into that sort of thing.”
Astarion laughed and knelt down in front of her, turning her face to look at him. “I don’t know if you want what he’s selling right now, darling. Do you?”
She shook her head “no.”
“Then I’ll make you a deal,” he replied. “You be a good girl for Halsin, and let me use your pretty mouth… and once we’re done with you here, I’ll take you back to camp and do anything your flittering heart desires. How does that sound?”
She nodded her head “yes.”
“Perfect,” he purred, gripping her face with his hand. “Open up, darling.”
She took him in eagerly, swallowing his co*ck as far as she could and running her tongue along his length. He gasped and tilted his head back, letting out a breathy laugh at her enthusiasm. “Oh sweetheart,” he whispered. He gripped her hair and thrust his hips at Halsin’s pace, until the heat and wetness of her mouth started to break him down. His thrusts became sharper, more deliberate, rougher - and his brow furrowed in concentration as he tried not to lose himself just yet.
“By the hells, little minx - you’re making me feel… utterly amateur…”
“Clearly she performs better when her mouth isn’t as full,” Halsin teased.
“f*ck you, Druid, she performs better because she actually likes me,” Astarion quickly fired back.
Tav giggled at Astarion’s comment, appreciating how he always got his digs in at Halsin. She would have fired off a similar retort herself if she weren’t preoccupied. But her giggling was cut short by a hand hooking around the front of her neck, yanking her backwards away from Astarion. The vines around her creaked as they quickly adjusted and allowed her to be pulled up.
“The boy can finish himself for all I care,” Halsin growled harshly in her ear. She definitely wasn’t giggling now that he had her sat on his lap, facing forward with a hand squeezing hard around her neck. “It’s a privilege to watch you get f*cked like this, hopefully he takes advantage,” he said, moving his other hand to her sensitive cl*t and teasing her with light circles.
Tav finally felt herself slip, straining her hips against the vines that held her still in an effort to press harder into his hand. She would beg if she had to - and she did have to. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder and asked quietly, “Daddy please, please take care of me. Please make me come.”
“With me then, my heart,” he told her as he finally relented and gave her the pressure she craved. She was his within a few moments, coming hard around his urgent thrusts and moaning loudly next to his ear. He kept her held close to him, turning her face so that he could give her a possessive, demanding kiss. She felt the vines around her relax as he reached his own climax, his own grip on her easing up as he finished inside of her.
“Good girl, good girl…”
He held her there, reluctant to let her go, kissing her and running his hand carefully over her. She let herself be held, enjoying how warm his body felt against her. He whispered a few healing words as he touched the angry red marks left by some of the vines. “I’m sorry about those, love. But you did so well.” She responded with a soft “mhm.”
After a few more moments, she straightened up to see Astarion still on his knees, in the same place he was before. He was looking at her with a mixture of impatient lust and pleading desire. It made her heart skip a beat, and arousal thrummed in her core once more.
“Come here, darling,” he told her, holding a hand out. Halsin let go of her and let her lean forward, so she could crawl over to her next lover. “That’s it, come here,” he whispered again. “Finish what you started, little minx.” She took his hand, and he pulled her over, standing up in front of her while she was still on her knees.
“I can’t imagine it will take you long,” she said, a hint of mirth in her voice.
Astarion chuckled and smiled at her. “No it won’t, darling. Especially not after that wonderful show you performed.”
She took him into her mouth again, letting him set the pace he needed. She was right, it truly didn’t take him long. He almost laughed at himself for it, until he realized the effect she had on him this time nearly caused him to fall over. He quickly reached out to brace himself against a tree before he could.
“Good f*cking gods, Tav…”
He swore under his breath a few more times as he released into her mouth, watching some of the sticky fluid spill out from her pink lips. “You’re beautiful. It’s unfair to the entire world how beautiful you are,” he whispered, in complete awe of her.
Tav collapsed back onto her bottom, holding herself up as best as she could despite the exhaustion. Halsin walked up behind her and scooped her up. “We’ll take you back to your tent, songbird.”
She wrapped her hands around his neck before quietly asking him to take her back to his instead.
