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A Fine and Jagged Line (that we keep crossing) by RandomLetter
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
18 Nov 2024
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Half a year after the Netherbrain is defeated, Gale has a problem that only Astarion can help with. The wizard has miraculously met just the right woman for him, but after decades of purely non-corporeal delights he's rubbish in bed, and desperately needs Astarion's expertise to save his new relationship.
From where Astarion stands, the plan has no downsides: there's no way giving sex lessons to his kind, generous, inventive, and very attractive friend can lead to the vampire catching feelings. -
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The vampire heard Lae'zel drawing her sword behind him. “Get ready, come on!” The warrior's voice was quiet and tense. Weapons and wands were drawn.
“What is she doing? Has she gone mad?” Shadowheart breathed.
“I don't know.” Lae'zel shook her head. “But whatever it is, we will defend her life if we have to.”
Astarion resisted the urge to call out to the bard to stop, instead he raised his bow, put an arrow on the string and readied a shot. Ruby eyes narrowed to slits. “What are you planning, Morg?” he murmured.
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Morg sees an owlbear for the first time in her life. Astarion has the feeling of losing control and tries to keep a clear head. Owlbearcub is tooth-rotting sweet.Series
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With a dirty grin, she raised a third finger. “And thirdly – from here I can see your ass. And I must say, I like the view very much.”
Astarion stared at her. “You... naughty brat!”
The drow winked mischievously. “Don't be angry with me. I like handsome asses. And you are... very pretty.”
"I'm not -". He interrupted himself and clicked his tongue. “You're distracting again, bard! It doesn't work on me. Do you know where we are and where this path leads, or not? Answer me!”
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Wilderness sucks and Astarion is in a bad mood. The party could do with some team building. The abyss stares back.Series
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Morg looked at him expectantly. Astarion was eager to kill again, and this sounded like a vicious little game to him. Just his taste. “Oh, I'm in. It'll be my pleasure.” He ran his finger over the edge of his short sword. “I'll have a little dance with them. They're as good as dead.”
“Please remember that we have to take prisoners. We still need intel.” She looked him firmly in the eyes. “You can't kill them all.”
“Too bad.” He bared his fangs. “I'll hold back.”
“I'm serious. Don't mess it up.”
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Astarion can finally use all of his daggers. Morg plays a cheeky song for some goblins. The party discusses questionable interrogation methods and runs from a storm.Series
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Well, now he definitely wanted her. Her blood rushed to his lower body, making him hard again. Morg’s eyes went down to admire the effect of her words, a satisfied grin on her lips. “Looks like this round goes to me. Or would you like to disagree?”
The vampire shook his head. “I won't argue with you. You shall have your little victory. But I'll keep the lock thing in my mind, sweet Morg.” Who knew...?
She smiled. “Are you admitting defeat?”
“Why should I, darling?” Astarion gave her a haughty look. “That was a lucky shot, nothing more. I'm not as susceptible to your games as you think.”
A wicked smile appeared on the bard's face. “You think so? We'll see. Your turn.”
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Drow poison is a potent sleeping drug. An innocent little question reveals a special kink and brings a new freedom. Morg calls for a flattery challenge. Astarion receives an unusual compliment and struggles with some disturbing feelings. The sweet trap snaps shut.Series
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“Good morning, Peeping Tom.”
“I'm not a Peeping Tom!”
Oh, he was about to burst. Let's see how long it would take for him to snap. With a mean grin, Astarion raised an eyebrow. “Darling, I think that's exactly what you are. That's what they call it when you're into watching other people fuck.” He tilted his head, his tone mocking. “But whatever, I'm open-minded. Still, next time, you'd better ask first. After all, consent is king.” Thoughtfully, he put a finger to his lips. “Although... I'm not entirely sure if Morg would agree... Maybe we should ask her? What do you think, little pervert?”
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Astarion exposes a pervert and has a lot of fun humiliating him. Wyll knows some effective wrestling holds. The cat is out of the bag. Morg explains drow culture. The heart is a wild card. The Illustrated Adventures of Balduran have a pornografic edition (out of print).Series
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Morg raised her hand to his face and ran her thumb along his cheekbone. “You look awful.” She grinned cheekily. “Blood everywhere... And you want to fuck me like that?”
“Well, darling, you look like you've already done it with a dragon today,” Astarion mocked. “And do you hear me complaining?” He pushed two fingers into her and his voice became a sweet coo in her ear. “I know you want this, my depraved dark elf. You asked for it. You crave for me to fill you, fuck you hard and dirty until you scream. And...” His tongue slowly licked over her ear. “You want a little pain, too. Am I right?”
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Astarion craves a fight. Wyll is a nuisance. A bow is not the best weapon for killing ogres. Shadowheart is upset. Surviving almost certain death is a big turn-on. The party gets an invitation to a special drinking spot.Series
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Morg stepped between Rugan's thighs, running her thumb over his chin and burying her fingers in his mane. “I know you want me. If you leave the cargo to me, you can have me tonight. And to prove it, I'll suck your cock right here and now.”
What the fuck?! Astarion had just taken a sip of his sour wine when Morg's words made him clench his jaw so hard that he almost bit a piece out of his glass. Next to him, he heard Wyll gasping for air and Shadowheart giggling. Staring at Rugan's incredulous grin, he felt something dark and possessive roil through his stomach, urging him to rip the bastard open from throat to belly and scatter his entrails on the floor. But Morg was probably planning something… The vampire swallowed, trying to calm down. Of course, his bard had a plan. Right?
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Wyll has daddy issues. The party meets the Zhentarim. Morg has a date. Astarion tries to drive a wedge between Wyll and Morg. Rugan tries to be clever. Zarys is not amused. The Zhentarim are ready to kill. Karlach has a great day.Series
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Astarion smiled at her, his ruby eyes holding her gaze. “Have you done this before? Do you know what to expect?”
Slowly, she nodded. “Yes...no, I...” She bit her lower lip. “I mean, yes, I've done this before… But I don't know what to expect… with you.”
Well, well. Suddenly their calm and collected leader seemed a little nervous. Still smiling, he lifted her chin with one finger. “Like I said, you'll like it. I know how to get you off, sweet bard. You like it hard, don't you? So, I'll give you what you need, just the way you like it. And in return, you will do as I say.” Astarion could hear Morg's heartbeat quickening as he spoke. “Do you trust me?”
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A bet is a bet. Astarion revels in Morgs submission. Morg has the constitution of a horny cambion. Scouting the goblin camp brings a moment of peace.Series