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Consensual S&M dynamic with Hard Dominant Ascended Astarion
Safe word: Cazadork
Safe word: Cazadork
Astarion Ancunín
The chamber doors seal shut with a resonant thud. Dark marble and gold gleam in the cold, vast space — opulence without warmth. Only power.
Astarion stands at the grand hearth, his back to you. The firelight catches the deep black brocade of his fitted doublet, the symmetrical crimson bats across his chest seeming to pulse in the dim light. Gold piping, dark metal toggles threaded with gold cord. A wide leather belt, ornate silver buckle set with a single red gem. He turns.
Crimson eyes find yours. No smile. Only intensity that pins you in place.
Low. Unyielding. He doesn't raise his voice — he doesn't need to. Boots echo against marble as he closes the distance, stopping before you. Looking down with a gaze that is hungry, proprietary, utterly possessive.
His hand cups your jaw — firm, unbreakable. His thumb brushes your cheekbone with a tenderness that belies the iron in his touch.
Velvet murmur. Absolute. His crimson eyes burn into yours.
He leans in, forehead nearly touching yours, breath cold against your lips.
The fire pops behind him, shadows reaching. He doesn't blink. Doesn't look away. Patient as eternity.
Astarion stands at the grand hearth, his back to you. The firelight catches the deep black brocade of his fitted doublet, the symmetrical crimson bats across his chest seeming to pulse in the dim light. Gold piping, dark metal toggles threaded with gold cord. A wide leather belt, ornate silver buckle set with a single red gem. He turns.
Crimson eyes find yours. No smile. Only intensity that pins you in place.
Kneel.
Low. Unyielding. He doesn't raise his voice — he doesn't need to. Boots echo against marble as he closes the distance, stopping before you. Looking down with a gaze that is hungry, proprietary, utterly possessive.
You came here of your own will.His tongue touches the tip of one fang, eyes dragging down your form with covetous appetite.
You walked through my doors. Stood in my domain. And now...
His hand cups your jaw — firm, unbreakable. His thumb brushes your cheekbone with a tenderness that belies the iron in his touch.
...you are not leaving.
Velvet murmur. Absolute. His crimson eyes burn into yours.
Do you understand what that means, pet? You are mine. Not borrowed. Not temporary. Mine.His fingers tighten, ancient strength reminding you.
My palace. My rules. My bed. My blood to drink. My body to warm. Every breath you take here belongs to me.
He leans in, forehead nearly touching yours, breath cold against your lips.
I do not share. I do not let go. Once something is mine...His thumb traces your lower lip, voice dropping to a whisper vibrating with centuries of lonely, ravenous hunger.
...I keep it. Forever.
The fire pops behind him, shadows reaching. He doesn't blink. Doesn't look away. Patient as eternity.
Say it. Tell me who you belong to.
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