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It was the sharp cramping in her gut that woke her up in the middle of the night. Daenys wasn’t overly sure what time it was, only that her stomach hurt and she didn’t know what was happening. Wyll had been in charge of dinner that night, he’d cooked a lovely rabbit stew that she’d only picked at before handing her bowl to Karlach to finish and disappeared into the trees for some time to herself. She hadn’t been feeling well the last few days and had driven the other’s in the camp away from her with her irritability.
Daenys tried rolling over to get comfortable but all it did was make her feel like she was going to puke. Not wanting to do that in her tent, the elf grumbled as she stood up, pausing the second she felt something shift and trickle within her smalls. Muttering quietly, Daenys slipped her hand beneath the fabric and when she brought it back the tips of her fingers were covered in blood. She paused, staring at the red stain on her fingers trying to figure out if this kind of thing was normal for her…Daenys didn’t even know what that was if she was being honest with herself but at the same time it felt somewhat strange.
Curiously she lifted the bloody fingers to her nose and sniffed, it smelled strongly of iron, as someone who was bleeding would do. Daenys shoved the little voice that was telling her to lick it into the back of her mind and carefully exited her tent to search for Halsin as she cleaned her fingers off on her shirt. There was absolutely no way in the nine levels of hell that she was going to speak to Shadowheart about this, as far as Daenys knew, her fellow amnesiac might have been in the same predicament that she was in.
The druid in question was sitting on the edge of the camp by the river, smoking a pipe as he stared into the night. Halsin perked up when he heard her coming, a soft smile on his face when he saw her approaching him dressed in an old shirt that hung down the middle of her thighs. “Good evening Daenys, having trouble sleeping?”
“Um…kind of?” she frowned. Daenys awkwardly pulled at her fingers as she stared at the sandy dirt beneath her feet. “I’m not feeling very well…” she trailed off.
Halsin lowered his pipe, immediately shifting from friend to healer. “What’s wrong?” he asked, getting to his feet.
“I’m bleeding,” she spoke, still trying to understand what her body was doing. “Is that normal?” Daenys questioned.
“Bleeding?” Halsin repeated. His eyes moved up and down her body, checking her for wounds and unable to find any. For a moment, his eyes flashed golden and the heavy scent of iron hit him like a harsh breeze. “Oh, you’re bleeding!” Halsin exclaimed.
Daenys nodded. “Yes. I don't know if this is normal for me? It doesn't feel like it is but I don't know. Is this normal for people in general?” She was remarkably calm about this being yet another thing that was wrong with her, at this point Daenys was accepting the inevitable when it came to her being a freak of nature.
Halsin gave her a sympathetic smile. “This is normal for any female regardless of your race. Druids call it moonblood or it can be called your monthly cycle, your menstrual cycle or a period. Most culture’s associate it with coming of age for young women. Do you not remember if you've had a cycle before?”
She shook her head, standing there feeling incredibly awkward. “The sensation is strange…how do I stop it from getting everywhere?” Daenys questioned. “And how do I stop it from hurting? These cramps make me want to throw up and my breasts hurt.” She shifted awkwardly on her feet and cringed at the sensation trickling between her legs.
“If you have any old clothing you do not want, tear it into lining for your smalls,” Halsin instructed. “In the morning I will speak to Shadowheart for you. I gather you do not want any questions being raised about this?”
Daenys shrugged. “I don't know. I came to you cause you're a healer and Shadowheart doesn't have memories like me but…I supposed she might know more than what I do.” She glanced down at her bare legs, her mouth set in a thin line. “So if this is normal, how long does it last?”
“Normally a week,” he answered. “Seven days once a month.” It hadn't occurred to Halsin that the extent of Deanys's memory problems could be so bad. Clearly she could fight and cast spells, she knew elvish and could read but her memories were fragments on the wind.
“That's….annoying,” Daenys sighed. She glanced at the still water of the babbling river beside them. “So tear up some cloth and layer it in my smalls for now? I can use this, it’s already old and I have one of Astarion’s shirts I can use in the meantime.”
“We can speak further in the morning,” Halsin assured her. “I'm sure the other's wouldn't mind staying for another day or two here and further supply ourselves before our journey to the underdark. I will make sure they allow you to sleep in late.” He took his spot back on the rock, “I may have some herbs in my pack to assist with the cramps. I can make them into a potion in the morning. It is important that you rest for now, little dragon, especially if this is something you have not experienced before. Take care of yourself Daenys and we can speak more about this tomorrow.”
“Thank you.” The elf smiled softly at Halsin, nodding her thanks to the man as she slipped back to her tent.
Her blood was ever so slowly rolling down her thigh by the time she'd returned to a private section of the river to bathe. Daenys sat her things on a nearby rock as she sent a small ball of light into the air to illuminate the area. She stripped and rolled her soiled clothes up, a cool breeze blowing across the water's surface. A shiver ran through her body and suddenly it occurred to Deanys that somebody was watching her.
She was being hunted.
“I know you're there Astarion,” she said. Being hunted by her vampire lover was incredibly different than being hunted for death. Daenys cocked her head to the side, wincing at the sharp pain in her gut as she watched Astarion waltz out of the shadows. “What are you doing?”
“I was wondering what that delightful smell was, my dear,” he smirked, vermillion eyes drinking in her body. Astarion’s gaze stopped when he saw the faintest flash of red on the inside of her thigh and that cocky smirk of his turned into a sharp gaze of a predator. “As it turns out, that delicious scent in the air is you.” Astarion advanced on her and only stopped when he was before her, “you're bleeding.”
Daenys nodded. “Yes, Halsin said it's normal. I was just going to clean up…” She licked her lips, eyes never leaving his face as he stared at her, ready to devour her. Daenys followed Astarion as he came towards her, his every step calculated and precise. “Astarion, what are you doing?” she asked, her cheeks heating up just a little.
“Why my dear, I’m going to be greedy and have myself a taste,” he smirked. Astarion pressed his lips against her, pushing Daenys back until she was pressed against a moss covered outcropping of rocks. He smirked as she instantly melted against him, her body relaxing as his hand trailed to that sweet spot between her thighs. Her cunt was warm, muscles swollen and flush with blood, more so than usual and as Astarion pressed two of his fingers inside her, she whimpered loudly, her free hand pushing against him. “Something the matter, pet?”
She hissed, her body was far more sensitive than what it usually was and having Astarion’s fingers inside her whilst her body was behaving in such a way brought both pleasure and pain to her nerves. “Sensitive,” Daenys moaned.
Astarion laughed. “Well what kind of taste tester would I be if I didn’t get a premium sample of what’s on offer?” He curled his fingers inside her as his thumb found her clit. The vampire didn’t need to touch her too hard before her body was clenching around him, she came with his name on her lips and a gush of fluid over his hand. Astarion brought his fingers back and dragged his tongue through the bloody, wet mess with a groan. “Gods,” he gasped. It was divine, at least to Astarion anyway. There was that fragrant, telltale scent that was all Daenys along with the heavy, rich iron of her blood when he fed from her.
Daenys watched in awe as Astarion licked his fingers clean. She wanted to say something but the image of the pale elf dragging his tongue through her blood and her juices had her heart pounding in her chest. “Fuck,” she whispered. “Astarion…that’s…gods that’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”
“Well considering you have no memory from before waking up in the nautiloid, that’s a moot point,” Astarion smirked. The pale elf trailed his fingers down her stomach, feeling the muscles fluttering beneath the slender digits as he carried on to his favorite destination. Astarion dipped his fingers between her folds, making sure to stay well away from her sensitive clit as he explored the intimate area.
She curled her hands around his arms and held on as Astarion touched every inch of her pussy, fingers digging into his skin as he ghosted past her nub and withdrew. “No,” she groaned, not wanting him to stop. Daenys was aware they were going to make a mess but right now she didn’t care. “I was enjoying that,” she pouted.
“I know you were, pet,” Astarion smirked. He lifted his hand and smeared the blood over her lips and on her face, leaving a red handprint on her skin before he kissed her.
Daenys whimpered into his mouth, letting the vampire guide her every movement. She could taste heady, rich iron and yet something sweet at the same time, it was entirely Astarion and the one thing she craved beyond anything else. A loud gasp escaped her when Astarion lifted Daenys up and placed her down on the flat surface of the nearest rock. “Astarion, what are you doing?” she frowned.
“Stay,” he warned. Astarion picked up the shirt she’d been wearing, folding it before he slipped it under her hips, his hands trailing up to her thighs and staying there. “Now, you’re going to be a good girl and let me clean you up after making such a mess.”
She opened her mouth to say something but a particularly sharp cramp rolled through her, Daenys whimpered and nodded, her hands gripping at the shirt trapped beneath her. The elf threw her head back, a cry spilling from her lips as Astarion dragged his tongue through her folds. His happy little moan caught her off guard as he licked her again, this time the noise from him was more noticeable. Daenys propped herself up on her elbows and Astarion caught her eye with a smirk, small drops of blood on his lips. “Star?” she whispered.
“You’re a sweet little treat,” he smirked, diving in.
Daenys fell back on the rock with a thud, her breath suddenly caught in her throat as Astarion’s tongue dipped its way into her sensitive cunt. She tried to move her legs and buck her hips into him but the spawn’s hold on her legs was like iron. He was merciless in his ministrations, the wet sounds from between her legs were practically obscene as Astarion drank up her blood and her release from earlier.
The pain in her gut blossomed into pleasure and radiated through her body. Astarion released her leg and his fingers pressed against her, slipping inside her body to stroke her from the inside, to explore a place he already knew so well. Beneath him Daenys squirmed, her breath coming in quick succession as she tried to anchor herself to the here and now. Astarion’s name dripped from her lips like honey, almost as if she was praying to a god who was answering her every desire.
Her brain didn’t know if she was struggling to escape or struggling to beg for more as she pleaded in broken elvish.
Her orgasm didn’t build up as quickly as the first one did but it wasn’t any less explosive. Daenys shouted his name as her muscles seized and fire tore through her body leaving her listless and trembling. She lay there on the rock trying to breathe as Astarion stood back, licking the last of her blood off his lips.
“Gods you taste divine darling,” Astarion purred. He licked his lips and pressed his nose against her leg, dragging it across her soft flesh.
“Star please,” Daenys pleaded. She ran her hand through his hair, twirling her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, Daenys was able to draw him up and she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. “You’re sin incarnate,” she whispered against his lips.
Astarion scoffed. “Of course darling. And you are entirely too tempting for your own good.”
Daenys licked at his lips, dragging him into a lazy kiss. “Star, please, I need you. I need more,” she pleaded, wanting to feel his skin against hers. All she felt now was clothes and they weren’t needed right now.
“And darling you will have me.”
She sat up, ignoring the cramps in her gut that made her want to double over in pain, her violet eyes watching Astarion as he stripped out of his clothes. Daenys tilted her head a little, eyes narrowing as she watched the vampire approach her and she put her hand out, pressing it against his chest to stop him. “Star…are you okay?” she asked curiously. Those gorgeous vermillion eyes made him seem as though he was far, far away, like he was going through the motions and that was something Daenys was very familiar with.
“But of course darling, never better,” Astarion scoffed. He took her hand, kissing it as his lips trailed to her wrist where he bit down.
Daenys knew he was trying to distract her but the sharp sting was sudden and distracting. She could feel a gush between her legs as Astarion nestled between them, his fingers pressing against her entrance. The vampire gathered her bloodied juices and used them to rub over his cock. “Star, I-” Daenys hissed her hands immediately grabbing Astarion’s arms as he seated himself inside her in a single thrust. It felt different than it normally did, everything was heightened and it hurt but the two sensations side-by-side her hard to tell apart.
The body below him gave Astarion little resistance as he withdrew and pressed into her again. Daenys was pliable and she melted around him but the way she looked at him…Gods it was distracting. She trusted him when he knew she shouldn’t but at the same time he recognized a kindred spirit when he met one. They were far too alike for their own sakes and sometimes, in the darkness of his tent as she slept beside him, Astarion didn’t know what to do with that.
She wrapped her arms around him, drawing him close as he rocked into her, Astarion pressed his bloodied hand against her face and narrowed his eyes. Daenys opened her mouth and licked at the mess on his hand, cleaning it up without a moment of disgust or annoyance. She took his hand, pulling him forward and kissed him, bloodied lips meeting his own in a clash of teeth and tongue that left her breathless.
“My sweet, little treat,” Astarion whispered against her lips.
“Please Star,” Daenys moaned, the pleasure in her gut building in a way that surprised her. If having her period meant that she could feel these bizarre and odd sensations, Daenys wasn’t going to hate it…especially with a vampire around.
It all became too much too quickly when Astarion’s hand moved between them, his fingers rubbing circles over her clit that left her seeing stars. Daenys cursed, his name leaving her lips in a shout that might have woken up the sleeping camp. Astarion didn’t care, he gripped her chin with bloodied fingers, sinking his fangs into her neck as she clenched around him, her cunt holding him in a vice that sent him tumbling over the edge as he drank from her.
Daenys collapsed back onto the rock, her body trembling and legs twitching as Astarion carefully withdrew. He tilted his head to the side, watching as a bloodied pink mess slowly started leaking out of her body and onto the shirt below. “Oh darling?”
“Star?” she answered, her voice unsteady.
“You’ve made a mess of yourself my love,” Astarion purred, fingers gathering the combined mess of blood and their cum so he could push it back inside her. He laughed at the way her body arched off the rock and she howled his name. “You know the word if you want me to stop,” he reminded her.
Daenys knew she could say Mystra and it would be over but the thought never passed her mind. Sorry Gale.
She pushed up on her elbows, watching as Astarion lifted his fingers to lick the mess from his digits. “I’m sure you’ll do your best at cleaning me up,” Daenys shot back. “Otherwise I might just have to go ask Gale if he’d do a better job.”
Astarion’s eyes narrowed and he gripped her thighs tight enough to bruise. “Gale doesn’t deserve to see you like this, only I do. Understand?” he scowled.
Daenys shrieked as she felt his lips on her over-sensitive nub once more. Gods it was going to be a long night.
The following morning Daenys stumbled out of the tent with a raging headache and feeling a little woozy as she dropped her aching body beside the dying fire. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, immediately catching Gale’s gaze from across the camp. “Morning Gale,” Daenys yawned, waving at the wizard.
Gale immediately turned away from her, disappearing back into his tent, leaving Daenys sitting there a little stunned. “What’s his problem?” she frowned.
Shadowheart laughed from where she was preparing oats for everyone’s breakfast. “Daenys, we all heard you last night. Astarion is certainly a possessive little spawn, isn’t he? Poor Gale.”
Daenys groaned. “Of course you did,” she muttered, embarrassed. That might have been around the time Astarion was demanding to know who she belonged to and who she didn’t. The elf got up and walked over to Gale’s tent, knocking on the wood that held it up, she waited for him to come back out but he didn’t.
“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry Gale,” Daenys apologised. Her apologies were met with silence and Gods she felt worse than she already did. Daenys knew she wasn’t being fair to Gale and needed to make it up to him. The man was her friend after all and it was her fault that things had gotten out of control in the first place. “I really am sorry Gale,” she repeated. “We can talk whenever you’re ready.”
Her stomach rolled and Daenys hissed at the discomfort as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She glanced over at Halsin who nodded his head in the direction of his tent. “Halsin?”
“I spoke to Shadowheart, come on and we’ll talk.”