โI cannot give you what you seek from me, Sebastian,โ Astarion continued, calmer now. โLive or die, for all I care. You are a spawn now. A spawn can rely only on themselves.โ
With that, he pushed the dagger back into his boot and left without looking back.
Astarion jerked the blade away from Sebastianโs throat as though he had been burned.
โOh, no. Absolutely not.โ His voice vibrated with fury. โNo. I delivered you to him once. I am not going to complete the job for him.โ
Astarion stepped away.
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The man didn't move; in fact, he barely seemed to react at all. There wasn't a shred of hope in those sad eyes, yet tears kept fallingโas if that were his way of coping with his own fear. Freezing up. Sebastian *was* reacting, though; his breathing was ragged, and a sharp pain +
โYou want to die, darling? Take that matter to Cazador. He is your master, or whatever he sees himself as these days.โ
Astarion had done enough. He had suffered enough for it. And he wanted nothing more to do with any of this.
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Good gods, how Astarion hated the man! Disgusting, witless, insensitive brute! He glared at Petras, frowning so hard his forehead hurt.
Clearly, no amount of pain or discomfort would stop him now. Perhaps a hint of a threat would?
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Petras grunted with pleasure as he slid all the way into the tight, pulsing throat and stayed there for a few moments.
โOh, rabbit, I knew youโd like that,โ he rasped, finally beginning to move his hips in slow, shallow thrusts.
The moment Petras pushed his cock back in, Astarion bared his teeth, grazing them along the thick, long shaft. It wasnโt enough to draw blood, for obvious reasons, but it might be enough to spook Petras or, perhaps, remind him of good manners and courtesy.
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Astarion let out the most undignified sound. His scalp burned. His lips were stretched uncomfortably, his throat convulsing painfully. Unshed tears glinted in the corners of his eyes.
His initial, instinctive reaction, as always, was fear, primal and overwhelming.
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He couldnโt possibly overpower Petras, either, not after a full week ofโฆ fasting, as Cazador graciously called it.
And so Astarion chose the most humiliating tactic known to this world: enduring. He closed his eyes and put all his effort into relaxing his throat.
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It was all a blur. A grab. A slap. Then stammering apologies.
Astarionโs body and mind seemed to separate: one acted while the other observed the horror numbly.
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He collapsed to the ground, his palms pressing against the stones paving the area. He wantedโdesperatelyโto kill that man; he wanted to see Astarion scream for mercy, to tear his body apart... to finally feel that pain vanish from his chest. But he was incapable of doing it.. +
โYou see, Sโโ Astarion shook his head but pressed on nevertheless. โSebastian. Life is unfair just like that. Nothing good wouldโve awaited you in the end, nothing but pain and inevitable heartbreak.โ
His voice slipped.
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Astarion let out a frustrated growl. It was unbearably humiliating, being trapped like that under Petras of all people!
He freed one hand and slashed it across Petrasโ thigh in a wide arc, making sure to leave a cut.
โDirty pervert,โ Astarion spat.
โOh, fuck, youโre such an asshole,โ Petras said, thrusting his hips, his balls sliding lower over his beloved brother's face. โThis turns me on.โ