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The day had been long, and you felt more exhausted than usual, for some reason. Your body ached in a way that you barely took note off, yet it still made you grumpy.
You had snapped at Wyll earlier, on your journey back to camp, when he had given you an earful about being more careful in battle. Since then, everyone had taken care not to get too close to you.
You were grateful for it, because as much as you held your companions dear, at the moment everyone’s presence annoyed you. You pondered the reason for your moody state, while setting up your tent. You found your mind wandering, as a familiar hunger burned in your loins. What the hell? You cursed your stupid body, when suddenly, you felt a familiar, sticky warmth between your legs. You cursed under your breath and finished up your tent, before grabbing fresh clothes and bathing supplies and scurrying off to the nearby river. Karlach and Wyll noticed your sudden retreat and exchanged worried looks but decided to leave you be.
You reached the clearing at the riverbank and nearly jumped out of your clothes, fearing the worst for your pants and undergarments. You kneel in the shallow water, scrubbing at the blood that had already soaked your underwear, but had thankfully spared your pants. As you worked on the stain, the water licked at your thighs and the gentle breeze teased the ache at their junction. Why did you have to be cursed with a high libido, during your period of all times. It was always way too messy, to find proper relief. You grunted as the cramps kicked up a notch, making you slightly keel over in the water, you examined your face in the reflection of the water’s surface. Your face was pale, despite your desire and there were bags under your eyes, a stray tear rolled down your cheek. You slapped your hand at the you in the water, frustrated. Pain, lust, and emotional instability: what a potent combo.
You wiped at your face and washed the rest of your body.
Finally you lifted yourself from the water, finding your legs shaky and sore, you discarded your underwear to dry and climbed on a rock, where the last traces of sunlight lingered, warming your skin as you reclined.
You had almost been relaxed when the cramps made a comeback. You rolled over, curling in on yourself with a whine. You decided it was time to find your bedroll and try to soothe the ache with some potions.
You arrived back at camp, refreshed. Fresh clothes, fresh underwear, lined with a rag to protect it from being soiled. Despite your earlier respite, you still found yourself limping towards your tent.
The cramps weren’t overpowering, but they were enough to make tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You took a deep breath and smiled meekly at Karlach, who still looked rather worried.
The evening was tough.
You had stayed hidden in your tent, while the others ate dinner outside, scared they might notice.
You weren’t particularly ashamed of your period, but the fact it was evidence of your “true” sex and the pathetic state it caused you to be in, made you embarrassed all the same.
Sleep evaded you, even when the outside world went quiet, and the campfire had burned down to embers. Your mind tortured by thoughts of the past, your body by the aching in your stomach, but most of all, the heat growing between your legs. You hadn’t felt this horny in years.
You groaned, quietly and lifted from your bedroll to peek outside your tent.
Luckily, everyone was long fast asleep.
You slipped away, back to the riverbank, that had turned into a quiet sanctuary, upon nightfall. The running water gently lapped at the large rocks that lie in it.
You undressed, stepped into the cold water and submerged your aching core for a few moments, before crawling back until you could comfortably lie back, to take care of what had been plaguing you the whole evening.
You dipped your hand between your thighs, tentatively stroking over your swollen dick.
You shuddered, the feeling sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You teased yourself, the sensation too much and not enough at the same time. You wanted to push your fingers in but grimaced at the thought of the bloody mess.
“And what might you be doing, dove?” A voice ripped you from your thoughts. You quickly sat up, closing your legs, and turning around to face- Astarion.
You sighed, as your face went red with shame, bracing yourself for his teasing.
He eyed you up and you felt naked, despite the shirt that still covered most of your body.
“What do you think, genius?” you snap at him, anger and shame mingling in your chest. If you showed your teeth, the embarrassment may be easier to bear.
“Well, I think you were desperately trying to find your release- “he grinned, mockingly “-and failing.”
You turned away grimacing, feeling tears fill your eyes and cursed yourself.
Stupid body, stupid brain, stupid body, stupid-
Another wave of pain hit you, causing you to tense.
“So, are you gonna piss off or do you wanna make fun of me some more?” you inquire, almost pouting, trying your best to make your voice sound steady.
“Oh darling, I came here, because I smelled blood.” He purred, delighting as you froze up, blushing to both your ears and down to your neck.
“Yeah-... Im injured, so what.” You grumbled, unable to keep your voice from trembling.
“So what? Tsk tsk, darling. I thought better of you than to waste such a precious resource.”
You shuddered. He had fed from you a handful of times before and you had had a few make out session, when the night had stretched long, but never had such dirty thoughts filled your mind. Flickering images of Astarion lapping at the mess between your legs made your core heat.
You had never let your lust for him spill over, for fear of him discovering your mismatched sex, your secret.
You quickly shook off the thought. He was here for nourishment. Not to fulfil your dirty fantasies.
“So, will you let me have a taste?” He teased, stepping closer.
You hid, hugging your knees to your chest.
“Sorry, not this time.” You blurted out, which made him stop in his tracks, thoroughly confused at your frantic reaction.
“Darling, what’s wrong? You’re usually so eager to jump my bones.” He chuckled.
You were conflicted. On one hand your body screamed at you to pour out your heart to him and ask him to kiss it better. On the other, you were afraid of his reaction. Would he be disgusted if he found out that you had a vagina? Or that you were currently on your period?
You could take his disapproval and his questioning of your choices and snarky attitude, but if he was disgusted with you, discarded you… you weren’t sure if you could handle it. You couldn’t deny how fond you were of him.
“I’m not feeling well, so you’ll have to find something else to feed on.” It was partly the truth, at least.
He pondered your words. “You were obviously well enough to jerk off in cold water, so I’m rather curious what might be ailing you- “
“Stop it!” you snapped. Tears began to roll down your cheeks. Luckily you were still turned away from him.
You felt impossibly scared now, of him finding out. What if he told the others? How were people like you even regarded in the cultures they came from?
The only thing stoking your fear were your experiences from back home, where you had been shunned for your identity.
“Hey, look at me.” His voice was closer now, softer. His incessant snark gone.
You froze up, still your heart softened with his voice. You wanted to turn around and fling yourself into his arms, but you forced yourself to stay still.
You pulled your knees tighter to yourself when he walked around you and knelt. You could feel his eyes on you.
He recognized your state. Body tense in fear, yet your eyes were empty, somewhere far off in the depths of your own mind.
He rested his hand on your arm, and you flinched back, suddenly back in reality, painfully aware of how close he was.
Your eyes were fixed on the ground. Would he ask? Would he notice? Could he see between your legs from this angle.
“What’s got you so worked up?” the question was calm, patient.
“You’ll hate me.” You croaked, almost inaudibly.
“Why would I hate you?” he seemed confused, but he waited for you to speak again.
“I-… I lied to you. To everyone.” His brows furrowed. “How so?”
You gathered all the courage your weakened state could muster.
“I’m not a man. I’m a fraud.” You felt silent tears stream down your face. The shame and the tension of someone possibly sniffing out your secret bursting from your eyes.
Astarion seemed even more confused than before.
“What do you mean by that?”
Not wanting to expose your bloodied vagina to him you thought of a more roundabout way to explain.
“I…I’m not injured.” Gears began to turn in his head, his eyes scanning your body, then lingering on your closed legs, where the smell of blood emanated from. You could see his eyes widen when he finally put the pieces together.
“You’re…on your cycle?” he asked, carefully.
You nodded, your eyes staring holes into your knees as you waited for his reaction.
He exhaled a breathy laugh of relief, and you felt your body tense. It was coming now, the mockery, the hate. You braced your heart.
“Oh, darling- “you were dumbfounded when he pulled you into a tight hug.
“What…wh-why?” you stuttered.
“I was seriously scared for a second, gods.”
“b-but…I-“ you couldn’t find words. What did this reaction mean? Did he misunderstand?
“Really? Your deep dark secret was that you had a vagina. Is that why you wouldn’t let me bed you?”
You nodded, slightly relived. “So-…” you began, unsure “-this doesn’t change anything for you?”
He laughed and shook his head. “A man is a man, are you not? Besides I already knew, it was hard not to notice when you were straddling my thigh a few weeks ago- “you blushed “-I simply thought it didn’t matter.” He shrugged.
“What a nice evening it was…” he grinned “I was truly devastated when you left. I had to tend to my desires all alone, thinking of you and how sweet your blood tasted. I just can’t get it out of my head.”
You felt the lust return with a vengeance, squeezing your thighs together.
“Is that really all you think about?” you scolded him.
“Not all the time, just when I’m near you, darling.” He smiled when he saw you shudder.
He came closer and caught your lips in his, pulling you closer by your waist.
You made a contented noise into his mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He chuckled and lifted you, carrying you to a small patch of moss nearby, laying you down gently. He slid his hands under your shirt, tracing your stomach, down to your thighs. You squeezed them shut.
He arched an eyebrow. “Still shy?”
“No, but I’m bleeding.” There was still a twinge of shame at your current state.
“That’s exactly the point, darling.” He grinned, flashing his teeth.
Your eyes widened, desire stirring in your stomach.
“Y-you can’t- “
“Why not? You’re thirsty, I’m parched, and this is just the perfect solution for the both of us. Of course, if you don’t want to…” his gaze was inquisitive, carefully gaging your reaction.
You covered your eyes in embarrassment “No, I- want to…” he smirked.
“Well then, if you’d allow me- “he slid a hand between your legs, gently pushing them open.
You didn’t resist, shivering as the cold air hit your unclothed sex.
He settled between your thighs and lapped at the soft skin, leaving slight pricks on it. He worked his way inward, ever so slowly, making you shake with anticipation.
Finally, he licked a broad stroke over your sex, making you gasp loudly. He chuckled and began thoroughly licking off the slick and blood that had gathered, avoiding your dick, and slit on purpose, making you whine in frustration.
“Patience dear…” his voice was a low rumble, hungry and sinister.
You dug your nails into the moss beneath you, struggling to keep still. You yelped when he finally dragged his tongue over your small dick, taking it into his mouth and sucking, his tongue circling it expertly. You were writhing and moaning loudly now…