A render by Bonnie’s Gate depicting Nerys and Astarion naked and enjoying each other with the aid of her mage cock spell and the restoration pool in the renovated House of Hope postgame. The conjured cock had a blue glow like a mage hand. She’s a strong body type drow with white hair cascading down her back, and she’s pegging him from behind with one hand gripping his hip and the other tenderly holding his wrist. He’s digging his nails into her thigh, and both of their faces have a look of ecstasy on them. His face is especially expressive, and his ears are drooping.
List of tags on AO3: Elf Ears Are Erogenous Zones (Dungeons & Dragons), Drow Dark Urge (Baldur's Gate), Drow Tav (Baldur's Gate), Pegging, Cunnilingus, Praise Kink, Praise, Post-Questline: House of Hope (Baldur's Gate), Location: The House of Hope (Baldur's Gate), Consensual Blood Drinking, Size Queen Astarion (Baldur's Gate), Healthy Relationships, Biting, Mage Cock, Tenderness, Elf Ears Are Sensitive (Dungeons & Dragons), Coming Untouched, Dirty Talk, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Character Analysis, Original Characters), Porn with Feelings, Blow Jobs, Some Humor, Peg the Vampire
"I'm perfectly capable of handling it," he insisted, spreading his legs wider. One hand slid down to the cleft of his ass, teasing the clenched furl of muscle there before dipping his ring finger inside demonstratively. "I just need proper preparation...come, darling, don't keep me waiting," he demanded, slipping another finger in. Nerys' mouth went dry at the sight, and her face must've changed because a wicked little laugh escaped his lips. He knew it drove her mad when he touched himself. Always had. "I know you want this as much as I do," Astarion rasped, face suddenly twisting as he scissored his fingers, his ears drooping. "Fuck, Nerys, please-"
"I want this to be everything you've been thinking about," Nerys whispered, caressing the curve of his ass with her free hand. The pale skin there was impossibly soft. "Tell me what you want." "I'll show you," he managed breathlessly. "Only... say it again." He swallowed hard. "Please." Astarion pulled their joined hands to his mouth, forcing Nerys to press closer, the swell of her breasts pressed flush against the pale, scarred curve of his back. Somewhere she'd only recently dared touch. She knew what he meant, although he hadn't specified, and the word please sent tremors through her as he drew her hand against his mouth.
the render, the myth, the legend, by the incomparable @bonniesgate.bsky.social
to accompany my fic, House of Respite.
archiveofourown.org/works/82747176
I included tags + some juicy bits that you, too, can enjoy if you have the stamina for my yapping 😇 #bg3fanfic #astarion #pegthevampire #nsfw
